Gifts from the Pillowsill wedding which I have seen in comments and such.
Lube (courtesy of Sapnap)
More lube (from at least 10 different people)
Dildo
Vibrator
Gag
Handcuffs.
(Anything anyone else wants to add?)
Can also confirm that Clay only brought the house for the bathroom cause it would be good for aftercare. He is a very horny Pillowcase.
Anyway, yes, unfortunately this is the final chapter of the main story, but I will be doing some 'what ifs' (named after the new Marvel animated show which you guys should watch)
Kind of like if something or someone was different what a situation would be like.
Or if you wanted to see something that didn't happen.
If you have anything ideas you want to see then suggest it in the comments. (If someone else has asked for something you want then just reply to there's and add something if you want)
I will be handling angst/fluff, and Ezra will handle any smut requests.
Please check out my other story 'Demons,' I am kind of proud of that one and people who have read it all seem to like it.
And I wrote the majority of this chapter while watching the new movie Free Guy starring Ryan Reynolds. I recommend watching it, it is amazing.
Anyway thank you for hanging around for this long to read a crappy story, I honestly had no idea what I was doing and thank you guys for making writing this story as great as it was. Also thank you for all the support and follows you gave me, I never deserved it
-written by 4g0tmyname, on behalf of Ezra and Con.
And after a long intro I hope that you enjoy this last official chapter.
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Clay POV.
My hand ran through George's hair again, as we sat on the couch watching a movie.
Beside us sat Karl, who was sandwiched between two very horny idiots who were placing kisses on every uncovered part of his body (don't be fucking horny guys).
His lips, forehead, cheeks, neck, collarbone, hands, and each individual finger were getting lightly kissed by the pair causing Karl to whine or let out soft moans occasionally that nobody else paid any mind too (except Nick and Alex who enjoyed his reaction).
I rolled my eyes at them and looked to the other side of us where Darryl and Zak were cuddling. Unlike the people sitting to the right of us they were not horny.
Darryl was leaning with his head on Zak's chest and one of the ravenette arms was wrapped around him. The other arm was up in his hair brushing it with his fingers.
Meanwhile I was sitting in the middle of couch with George sitting on my lap. I had my head resting on his shoulder and one of my hands up in his hair, brushing it with my fingers absentmindedly. My other hand was holding his.
Our breathing synced up, both of chests rising and falling at the same time
We all sat in silence while the movie played, enjoying eachother's presences. It made me shocked that just over a year ago George and I hadn't ever met Alex and Darryl, Zak and Nick had been homophobic and bullying George, and Karl had been the quiet smart kid in class. Now look where we all were.
I thought further back to the day I had met George, it made me laugh how much he hated me at first and then we became inseperable. It made me chuckle how when I thought about how convinced he was that he didn't like me, and I guess that he was right, obviously... 🙄
My hand stilled from it's repetitive movement through his hair, and I felt the Brits eyes shift to look over at me, the hand I was holding squeezed mine lightly.
"Clay? Are you okay?" He asked softly, kissing me on the cheek and causing the other 5 people sitting on the large couch to look over to me.
"Yeah I'm fine... just thinking" I replied, kissing my husband on the cheek like he did for me.
"What'cha thinking about?" Nick questioned.
I shrugged my shoulders, "about how much of a pair of shitheads you and Zak were to my husband last year." I stated in a tone which made it clear I was joking.
"Language."
Everyone on the couch laughed as we looked over to Zak who was now blushing slightly. "I-I didn't mean that... I don't have a problem with you guys swearing. That's Darryl's thing not mine."
All of us laughed at the ravenette except for his boyfriend, who just 'awwd' and kissed Zak on the lips.
"Aww, Zak you are turning into your boyfriend," Nick teased, only to get slapped lightly on the shoulder by Karl. "It's so disgusting."
"During sex you've been inside the Darryl, but the Darryl has been inside you all along." Alex added, giggling along with Nick.
"Language," Darryl muttered, not moving from his spot cuddling up against his boyfriend.
"Why do I put up with you two?"" Karl asked Alex and Nick. He attempted to stand up but was pulled back down into a tight hug by the two.
"You put up with us because we are good at se-" Nick was cut off when he was elbowed in the ribs.
"You two are such children." Karl muttered as he stood up and moved over to the other side of me before sitting down.
He sat down beside George. "I can't believe I got engaged to you two when I should have just gotten engaged to George instead."
The brunette sitting on my lap chuckled, "I would absolutely love to get engaged to you Karl," he glanced at me evilly and smirked, "what if we also got engaged to Darryl?" George asked.
"Yes. We should."
I watched as George slid down onto the ground and took Darryl's hands, "Darryl... would you like to do Karl and I the honour of marrying us just to piss off his and your boyfriends, and my husband?"
Darryl laughed, "I'd love to."
(And that's how bodyguard ends)
(Kidding).
"Really Darryl?" Zak asked, pulling him onto his lap, "how dare you get engaged to George and Karl after you got engaged to me."
"Wait... when did you guys get engaged?" Alex asked, which was something the other 4 of us had all been wondering.
"Yeah, and Georgie you are married, you should love me too much to have a mistress... or a Karl and a Darryl." Clay said as he pulled me up to kiss me on the lips.
"I love you Georgie." I mumbled before kissing his forehead.
"I love you too Clay..." He replied, "you are the best boyfriend, fiance, husband, friend, and bodyguard..."
"But most importantly you are the world's best Pillow."
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Here is a brief extract from my story Demons, to anyone who wanted to see a bit about it.
George POV.
Dream picked me up in his arms as though I was a child and immediately began walking back in the direction that we had come from. As he did so I attempted to squirm from his grip, only causing him to release some of his apple cinnamon scent.
"Let me go… please…" I mumbled, trying to get out of his grip as he ignored me, "please just let me go…"
A tear rolled down my cheek, I hated feeling so helpless compared to him, but with that intoxicating scent I couldn't do shit.
"Please…" I whimpered.
"Shhh Georgie. I know you want to go but let me take you home. You're hungry and tired. Please just let me take care of you." Demon's get really protective, but I was surprised just how protective he seemed to be over me, it felt… nice, but unnatural.
My head was resting on his shoulder as he carried me back, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were resting with one on my lower back and the other on my shoulders, while one of my arms wrapped around his neck and the other hand, my injured left one was being held against his chest.
The blond demon noticed and looked down at my hand, somehow moving me around slightly so he was carrying me bridal style before gently grabbing my hand with one of his arms and examining it.
"What happened?" He asked, examining it with his eyes glowing softly.
“It’s nothing.” I told him, moving my hand back to my chest again only to have the demon growl, unsatisfied with my answer. “Fine, it got cut by a thorn.” I responded, my eyes narrowing in annoyance.
“I’ll help clean up the injury when we get back home, then you need rest.” The demon stated, not leaving me any room for negotiation.
I simply sighed, hating how he gave himself authority over my life. All I wanted was to be able to have control over my life but now I don’t. When I was 9 I lost my mother, my home, my first friends, at 16, I lost my father, and now at age 19 I lost my freedom.
Sometime during the walk home I began getting drowsy and fell asleep.