#and leaned slightly on it to finish the part above the elbow.

[peachesofteal]

Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader

Simon wakes up before you.

At first, he forgets. He blanks on the fact that you’re in his bed, curled up against his side, lips slightly parted and pressed against his bicep, a leg haphazardly thrown over his thigh.

When he realizes, he freezes. Turns his head just so, enough that he can see you, stare at where your lashes lay against your cheek, the exposed part of your shoulder, peeking out from your too big t shirt with a stretched out neck. The sun has just barely come up, peeking through the curtains, shining across the bed and the slope of your body, curves and lines all mapped out across his own sheets and blankets, his own pillow the one supporting your head.

He should feel bad. He knows. And he does, a bit. Feels awful that most of your stuff is ruined and the building manager is slow moving, taking his time getting a recovery team into your flat.

But he also feels grateful. Lucky. Stupefied. Here you are… in his bed.

You twitch, eyes moving in your sleep, and then your face burrows farther between him and the pillow, nose pressing against his skin, your hand curling up between his ribs and your chest, still blissfully drifting, soft puffs of air tickling across his arm.

On instinct, pulled along by some magnetic force, his fingers glance across your forehead, to your temple. You still don’t stir, and he strokes the pad of his thumb along the apple of your cheek, soft skin beneath him a marvel on its own. His girl. In his bed.

The baby monitor sparks alive. It’s crackly and cranky, fresh morning tears calling to you from the other room, and you wake instantly, blinking your eyes open, orienting yourself. You look exhausted, long night of trying to sort through your belongings catching up quick, and he can’t stand the idea of you dead on your feet.

“Morning.” You’re a little shy, hesitant, and it melts him, makes him want to pull you in tight, keep you in his arms forever.

“Morning.” You try to shake the stupor of sleep free, half moving to your elbows before he cups your shoulder. “I’ll get ‘er.” He murmurs.

“I can, it’s fine. She’ll need a clean nappy.” You tell him, half asleep again, and he leans down, brushing his lips onto your forehead.

“I know. Rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring her in.”

Emmaline is displeased for the first ten minutes she’s awake. Simon changes her, and manages to get her into a new onesie, remembering how you always get her fresh clothes first thing in the morning. He’s cautious, moving her legs and arms into sleeves and maneuvering her as carefully as he can, his touch gentle, supportive as he sits her up. She settles once he’s finished, babbling as he carries her back to bed.

“You’re talkative this mornin, huh sweet pea?” She reaches for him, little fingers stretching out across what he imagines must feel like a great distance, trying to pull at the mussed strands of his hair. “Alright, alright.” She wriggles, small smile on her face, revealing a barely there white ridge in her bottom gum, a tooth poking through. “Let’s say hi to mum. Want to see mama? And then we’ll get some breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“There she is.” You hum, reaching for her when he crosses the threshold of his bedroom. She goes without fuss, cuddling into your arms, and Simon’s breath hitches, heart stumbling in his chest at the two of you. “What is it?” You whisper, frowning, and as he shakes his head, you hold your hand out to him, beckoning him close, urging him back into the bed. “C’mere then?” He’s so weak for you, easily swayed by just the bat of your eyelashes, so sweet and pretty, his shining glimpse of sun in such a bleak life. He folds, sliding back in beside you, an arm above your head, his finger now in the grip of Emma’s hands, the digit being dragged to her teething mouth. You smile, at her, and then up to him, kissing her cheek with a loud smacking sound, the affection making her squeal with a delighted giggle. If he was standing, he thinks his knees would be weak. He thinks he might be on the floor at the sight, the reality, of what this is, what this is growing into, and he clears his throat, trying to chase away the emotion that knots in the back of his throat as he keeps his eyes locked on the two of you.

His girls. In his bed.

[samandcolbyownme]

Credit to the edit creator on TikTok for the Johnnie pictures!

This one shot is going to have reader being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE!

Summary: anon request - "begging anyone that will listen to make sumthing based off this necklace bc the way he pulled it is rlly doing something to me"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, choking will be a big part of this, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, filth

I'm also going to be writing this my own way, so if you've seen the actual video it isn't going to be accurate.

Word count: 2.5k | not edited

TikTok I'm writing for specifically

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You walk up to the front door of the house, giggling drunkly to yourself as you fish for your keys inside your purse.

You're just getting home from your night out with Tara, so Johnnie expect you to come home at least, somewhat drunk.

You push the door open, seeing the empty scene as you think, he must be streaming.

He was. As you walked back the hall, you heard the faint sound of him strumming his guitar from behind the door.

The closer you get, you can hear him faintly singing. You smile as you rest your head on the door, waiting for him to finish before you gently knock and open the door.

"Uh oh. Look who it is!" He smiles at you and leans his guitar against the desk, "Guy, y/n just got home from being with Tara. Should she come say hi?"

You roll your eyes, giggling as you shake your head. He holds his hand out, "Come hither. They want to say hi."

You sigh, pushing your body off the door frame as you walk over. You lean down, waving into the camera, "Hi guys!"

"Yeah, her outfit does look phenomenal tonight." Johnnie leans back, "She always looks good, to me anyway."

You look at him and stand up, "Thank you." He lays his hands on your hips, pulling you onto his lap, "You're going to finish this stream with me."

"No." You whine lightly with a laugh, "I need a shower."

"You can get one after. Guys. I've been teaching her how to play the guitar." Johnnie smiles and you look at the screen, "No. I'm not going to embarrass myself like that." You laugh, "No way!"

Johnnie lays his hand on your leg, weaving his fingers through the openings in your fishnet stockings, "Don't worry. I'll get her to open up and play for you."

You roll your eyes, moving to snake your arm around his neck, "Maybe." You smile down at him, "I'm going to get a water, do you want anything?"

He shakes his head, letting you stand up before he places his guitar back onto his lap. You leave, quickly making your way back after going to the fridge.

You slip in, sitting on the chair off to the side and in your still, slightly drunk state, Johnnie tugging on the metal chain around his neck starts to get your mind racing with such dirty thoughts.

You bite down on the inside of your lip, adjusting how you're sitting. Johnnie glances over at you, pulling the chain to adjust it and your eyes stay fixated on it.

He smirks slightly, looking back to the screen as he leans back, sliding his hand up his arm to push his sleeve up.

He looks so good tonight.

The combination of his hair, makeup, and outfit were all the absolute perfect combination.

You were secretly hoping his stream would be done soon, you didn't know how much longer you could take without his hands on your body.

"I'll play a snippet from my new song then I think I'm going to get off for tonight."

His words caused your excitement to grow.

You couldn't wait much longer for him to finally fulfill those words.

You sat there, elbow digging into the spot above your knee as your hand rests under your chin. Your eyes stay fixated on him and he knows you're watching.

He smirks at you, pushing up his sleeves as his guitar rests in his lap. Your lip pulls between your teeth as your head slightly tilts to the side.

You need him. Bad.

After a little bit more of listening to Johnnie sing, he finally ends the live and turns to you as he sets his guitar down.

"Get over here."

His words have you up on your feet with in a second after rolling off of his tongue. You walk over, straddling his lap and running your hands over the sides of his neck.

His hands slide over your hips and you whimper out a quiet, "Need you."

"I know." He smirks, "I could tell since you came home." He bites down on his lip ring and nods towards the door, "Come on."

You get up, taking his hand as he leads you to his room. He pulls you in front of him, hands on your waist as he guides you backwards into the room.

He reaches back, pushing the door shut before laying his hand on your neck, "You look so good." He leans in, connecting his lips to yours.

"I can say the same about you." You gently bite his lip, pulling it as you tilt your head back. A quiet gasp leaves his throat and his hand squeezes your hip, "Get these clothes off. Now."

You step back, turning to face him as he walks over to the bed. You bend down, unzipping your black boots so you can stand up and kick them off.

Your hands move to your belt, undoing it as your eyes fixate on the metal change wrapped around Johnnie's thumb, "That outfit is crazy hot."

You smile at his words, "I figured you'd like it." You throw your belt on the floor and slip your fingers into the hem of your red, lace crop bralette top.

Johnnie watches as you lift it up over your head, shaking your hair slightly as you toss it to the ground with your boots.

You lock eyes with Johnnie as you push your skirt down, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties.

He holds his hands out, indicating he wants you to come to him, and you comply. You walk over to him, straddling his lap again. His hand slips down between your thighs and he smirks, "What's got you this turned on, sweetheart?"

"You want me to be honest?" You smirk slightly as Johnnie nods, "Always, baby."

Your hand drags up his chest, tangling the metal chain around your finger, "This. How fucking hot you looked while playing with it."

He licks his lips, "What do you want me to do with it?" He tilts his head, "Actually. Don't tell me, I'll just.." he trails off, lifting it up over his head and placing it around your neck.

His eyes scan over the chain hanging down between your boobs, "mm. I see what you mean." He smirks and grabs the chain, pulling you in to kiss him.

The kiss quickly turns heated, grinding down on him, moaning out as he bites down on your lip.

"P-please." You whimper out, desperate for his cock at this point, "Johnnie.”

He leans back, brushing hair from your face, "Hands and knees baby." You move off of him, crawling up the bed to hold your weight up with your hands pressed firmly into the bed.

You can hear Johnnie get undressed, but your mind is racing about one thing.

That chain tightening around your neck.

The bed dips down behind you and Johnnie slides your panties down, letting them drop to your knees, causing your heart rate to pick up.

It picks up drastically, when he slides a hand up your back and moves it under your hair to grab the chain.

He slowly and teasingly pulls it back, dragging it over your shoulders until it's pulled tight against your neck.

You gulp with excitement, knowing why Johnnie’s necklace was around your neck was exhilarating.

There’s just enough pressure, you can still breathe normal, but you can tell with one yank, your air supply will be cut well in half.

“Bring your ass up, baby.” Johnnie lays a hand on your hip and you drop your shoulders to the bed, the chain pulling tighter the further you move down towards the bed.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Johnnie says lowly as he admires the position you’re in. He grabs his cock, stroking it a few times before tapping the head of it against your wet slit.

You bite your lip, gripping the blanket below you as you feel him slowly push his cock into you.

You let out a moan, pushing your hips back to gain more of him.

He pulls the chain, causing it to grow tighter.

“Fuuuck.” He breathes out, fingers digging into your skin harder as he slides in more, “Shit.” You whimper at both the feeling of his cock and the chain tightening around your neck.

He wraps the chain around his hand, “Sit up a little for me.”

You rise up, holding your self up with your forearms on the bed. You tilt your head back and Johnnie leans forward to look down at you.

Your eyes lock with his, a strangled moan leaving your lips as he slowly pulls his cock out and slowly slides back in.

He bites his lip, watching your face twist with pleasure, “Does that feel good?”

You nod as best as you can, “Mm.”

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks and you open your eyes, whimpering out a small, “Y-yes.”

He smirks, leaning back, chain still wrapped around his hand, “I wanted to do this before you left, that little outfit you had on, fuck. It was so fucking sexy.”

He keeps the chain tight against your neck as he picks up his thrusts. It’s soon a punishing pace, the chain tightening more and more with each time his body connects with yours.

You try to moan, but you can’t.

Strangled noises leave your lips at random times.

Between the chain and Johnnie’s thrusts bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, your vision starts to go spotty.

You reach up, scratching at the chain and Jonnie loosens it. You take a deep breath as he leans forward, “You good?”

You nod, looking up at him weakly with a smile, “Uh huh. Keep going.”

He smirks, leaning back to resume his thrusts. He waits to tighten the chain, “I wanna hear ya.”

You let out a loud moan, pushing your hips back to meet his, “F-fuck.” You whine, “S-so close.” He lets go of the chain, gripping your hips to pull you back to him, slamming your body into his, “Shit.”

You drop your head down, moaning loudly as you clench around his cock, pulling the blankets as you finally hit that point.

“that’s it, baby.” Johnnie groans, “feels so good.”

Johnnie continues to fuck you, guiding you through your high before pulling out and rolling you over. Your eyes meet his as he leans down, grabbing the chain and wrapping it around his hand.

He pins it down beside your head, it tight against your neck.

He groans as he slips back into you, bringing your one leg up. His fingers dig into the outside of your thigh.

You whimper, eyes rolling back as his thrusts resume to being punishing. He leans down, crashing his lips onto yours.

You reach up, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling, which earns a groan from him.

You loved hearing him, too.

“You’re so fucking good to me.” He whispers against your lips, “So fucking good.”

Your lips part as you watch him lean back, the chain loosening just enough for your moans to come out full volume.

He smirks, biting onto his lip as he closes his eyes. He tilts his head back, thrusts growing sloppy, “Fuck. Fuck.” He leans back down, tightening the chain once again as he rails into you.

The chain dulls your screamed moans as you drag your nails down his back. He groans loudly, “Fuckin hell.”

He dips his head down, lips attaching to yours as he pushes in, his cock twitching to coat your walls white.

He keeps his lips on yours, moving them in a slow rhythm with yours as he lets go of the chain. You take a deep breath as he moves to plant kisses on your cheek.

“You sure you’re okay?” He whispers as he brushes his finger over your neck. You turn your head to face him, “I’m good, baby.”

He picks your lips, sitting up to pull out and stand up.

He grabs his shirt and wipes off your thighs, “I really hope that wasn’t too hard.” He glances up at you as you sit up and you shrug, “Aw well.”

You laugh slightly which causes him to laugh, “I can’t believe you talked me into that.”

“I didn’t talk you into anything.” You stand up, “But I will talk you into going for a shower with me.”

“If I ever say no to that, use that chain and choke me out until I’m dead.” He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to the bathroom.

The next morning, you wake up, sitting up to stretch as you look over at Johnnie, who’s still sleeping.

He was up late last night editing a video, so you decided to let him sleep in. You go out and start to make some breakfast before the curiosity of whether or not the chain left a mark gets the best of you.

You set down your mug and make your way to the bathroom. You flick on the light and as soon as your eyes meet your neck in the mirror, they grow wide and your mouth drops open.

“Oh fuck.” You cover your mouth, leaning in to drag your fingers down over the chain like bruise that circles around your neck, “Fuck.”

You laugh slightly, shaking your head. You look towards the open doorway as you hear Johnnie’s door open, “y/n.”

“Bathroom, babe.” You call out, leaning against the counter to wait for him. He walks around the corner, hand ruffling his hair, “What are ya doing?”

You bite your lip, “Um. I was just-“

“Holy fuck!” Johnnie drops his hands and move towards you, placing them on the sides of your neck.

His thumbs trace over the mark, “What the fuck.” He looks up at you and you can’t help but laugh, “I know. That’s why I came in here.”

Johnnie laughs in shock, “Jesus Christ.”

“It could be worse.” You shrug and Johnnie looks at you. You lean in, “I liked it. I promise. I’ll just cover it up with necklaces and stuff. No worries.”

“You are one freaky slut, you know that?” Johnnie slides his hands down to your hips and you pull him closer to you, “Those sound like fighting words.”

“Maybe they are.” He raises his brows and tilts his head, “what do ya say? Hmm. Wanna go a few rounds?”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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[bellaveux]

YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: while studying for your class together, a party comes up in conversation and wanda ends up teaching you how to kiss.

content warnings: MDNI! kinda fuckgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader, bestfriend!wanda,modern/college au, kissing/making out, no smut! but suggestive themes

word count: 2.5k+

part two is here!

As the day draws to a close and the sun begins its descent, the sky outside the window transforms into a canvas of warm hues. The sunlight spills through the glass panes, casting an orange glow inside Wanda’s bedroom.

You were currently laying on her bed, elbows propping you up as you read through the pages of your textbook for the third time during this session and your best friend, Wanda, sits next to you, leaning her head back against the headboard with her own textbook in her lap. You were always with Wanda since high school up until now in your first year of college, and you two were always inseparable, regardless of where you two were or what either of you were doing together. Furthermore, you met her through her brother, Pietro, after introducing you when you had a project to work on with him back in your sophomore year.

Subsequently, you started seeing more and more of her when you would come over. She was rather quiet the first time you two met, not going above the words ‘hey’ or ‘hello.’ But as time carried on, you talked more and more, hung out more and more until the two of you were practically glued to each other.

But Wanda wanted more. More than just your best friend. It was your smile that had captured her attention, and she found herself drawn to your easygoing nature and sparkling eyes the first time she met you. She had never spoken up about it to you or anyone really, but it had always killed her when you would bring up the times when someone asked you out on a date or mentioned someone you had a crush on in class, or whatever it was as long as it wasn’t her. Still, she never talked about it. Her twin brother knew, even though she never really told him. Twin telepathy was probably the case.

But she never told you, not wanting to ruin the special thing the two of you had going.

Wanda couldn’t help but steal glances at you like she usually does. It didn’t help that she thought you looked pretty every time she sees you with your hair neatly fixed, that cute shade of lipstick you wore, your little damn skirt — always distracting her from whatever she was doing and in this case, from her studies.

And especially now as you laid on your front right on her bed. God, you looked so good in her bed. She couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked in the shirt you had borrowed from her when you had spilled something on yours earlier, she can’t remember what it was. The soft cotton material hugged your curves in all the right places, emphasizing the shape of your pretty waist and the hem of the fabric rested on your ass in a way that left Wanda breathless.

“Are you finished?”

Your voice cuts through her thoughts, pulling her back into focus as she scans your face and repeats the question in her head.

“No,” she shook her head softly as you take a second to look up at her, eyes never going back to the pages of her book.

Wanda waits silently as you stare at her, wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. You were collecting your thoughts quickly, trying to formulate a way to say what was on your mind.

“Are you okay?” Wanda smirked as you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought hard.

You cleared your throat and let out a loud sigh, turning away from her to rest your forehead down.

“Wanda…” you began, voice slightly muffled against your arms. “What’s it like to kiss a girl?”

Wanda’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took in your question. She immediately knew what it was you were thinking with that question alone.

Wanda was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. She was a woman who seemed to have a magnetic effect on other women. Everywhere she went, she was surrounded by a flock of adoring admirers. Some of them were obvious in their flirtation, making suggestive comments and batting their eyelashes at her. Others were more subtle, stealing glances and blushing when Wanda caught their eye. With her confident strut and piercing gaze, she exuded an air of confidence that drew people to her like a magnet. And when it came to the ladies, Wanda had a particular charm that was hard to resist. She had always been popular, even when she was in high school. Wanda was used to the attention.

But the only thing she wanted was yours.

It had been no secret that Wanda slept with girls quite regularly. She was popular along with her twin brother, so of course you knew that people would be lining up to get with them. Pietro was a little more shameless than Wanda, but still, you never really understood why she slept with so many people she barely knew. Sometimes, girls would even come up to you to ask for her number, which you had always turned down.

“Why are you asking?” Wanda closes her textbook and leans forward, trying to hear you better.

“Just wondering,” you huff out, turning your head to face her, cheek pressed up against your arm.

Wanda stared at you for a moment, rubbing her sweaty palm against her jeans, “Well… It’s really not much different than boys… Except, I will say that girls smell better… and they’re softer.”

You hummed softly at her response, causing her to look at you in concern. When your eyes tear away from hers, looking around at anywhere but her, Wanda brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

You can’t help when your cheeks warm up slightly at her subtle compliment, one she never forgets to remind you of when you’re with her.

“Someone asked me to be their date to this party,” you say quietly, but you were sure Wanda had heard when you saw her jaw clench slightly, and you almost didn’t catch it.

“A girl asked you?”

You nod at her question, a little shy at the fact. From what Wanda knew, you had never been with a girl before, and not even that many boys, so you were… inexperienced. The question you asked earlier didn’t surprise her, but it was the reason behind it that she wished wasn’t true. She wished it were her.

“It’s Natasha,” you tell her.

Wanda ignores the sting of jealousy that erupts in her chest as she watches you push yourself up to sit in front of her, and she couldn’t help but stare at your thighs as you did, watching the fabric of your skirt move over your skin. She didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to know how to turn her on without even trying.

The thoughts pour into her head as she watches you adjust, a selfish part of her heart wishing that you were just some other girl on campus, moaning her name, her hand under your skirt, her head between—

“Wanda… I just… I’m not good at… that stuff–Fuck.” you mutter softly, embarrassed at your choice of words and to be fair, you didn’t really know what you were asking.

Wanda immediately shuts her thoughts out and moves closer to you for comfort, “Hey. Hey, it’s okay, (y/n)… I don’t know how to give you advice for this, to be honest…”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” you reassure her. “I just didn’t know who else to ask. I mean, I haven’t kissed anyone since high school.”

She nods at your words and for a second she looks down at your lips, sitting there looking plump and delectable as ever, almost like they were just asking her to move closer, pull her in… and she almost did.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out when it happens, (y/n). Just do what she does.”

Wanda hated the words that came out of her mouth. She knew you weren’t the most experienced person when it came to things like this. She also knew you stayed away from dating for a while after high school to focus on your studies, and Wanda felt kind of happy about it. Not only that, but she knew none of those ignorant college students on campus ever deserved you.

Unless, it was her.

Green eyes watched as you closely as you scoffed and rolled your eyes at her half-assed advice. Wanda can’t help but smirk at your frustration, while you groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

She didn’t know what she was thinking next, only that you looked so pretty sitting in her bed… she just had to do something about it.

“Come here.”

Wanda patted her thighs, straightening her legs across her bed. You looked at her curiously for just a moment but proceeded to throw your leg over to hers and seated yourself comfortably in her lap.

It was new; this level of closeness. You had laid your head in her lap countless times before, but never sat on it, facing her. She felt so close. You could feel her breath against your lips and her hands… her strong hands rested at your waist only for a moment before slowly dragging them down to the line of your hips, holding you down slightly against her thighs.

“Do you want me to show you?” Wanda asked, seeing how you stared at her with a blank stare as if you had countless thoughts running through your mind.

You nod and slowly brought your hands up to her shoulders, holding them softly as you brought your eyes over to look into Wanda’s emerald ones. Wanda swears she can hear her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Your small hands on her shoulders made her feel like she could melt at that very moment and just wanted to stay like this forever, keeping you close with no one to take you away.

Wanda brings a hand up to your face, keeping the other one at your hip as she tucked your hair behind your ear again before using her palm to caress your cheek. It travels lower, the pad of her thumb smoothing over your jaw down to your neck. She never broke eye contact as she did so, making you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Like… she was in love with you.

“I’m gonna kiss you, now,” Wanda whispered, her breath against your lips. “Follow my lead, okay?”

And she did.

Wanda’s heart pulsed as she pressed her lips gently against yours, sighing against them with her eyes fluttering closed. The grip you had on her shoulders tightened as you gasped lightly, and Wanda swears the butterflies in her stomach made her feel like she could just drift away. Your lips were so soft, as she had always suspected… as she had always imagined they would be. They were perfect. It felt like they were made to be against hers.

She made sure to take her time, relishing at this moment as she moved her hands underneath the hem of the shirt you had borrowed from her, rubbing the skin of your waist lightly, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as you felt her hands on your body. The sound was music to her ears. And she needed more.

She groaned into your lips, continuing to kiss you as softly as she could, until she darted her tongue out to run it along your bottom lip. A smirk played at her lips when you instinctively moaned once more, opening your mouth, welcoming her into yours as she tilted her head more to the side. Wanda sighs again when she feels your hands move away from her shoulders, feeling your arms loosely wrap around her neck. You can feel her tongue inside your mouth, roaming all over, pushing it against your own tongue, making your knees weak and your stomach flutter as she continues to kiss you.

God, you tasted so delicious. Wanda never wanted this to end. She wanted to kiss you forever, keep you in her lap, take care of you, lay you down against her bed, make you moan her name… everything else after that. She wanted it so badly.

Wanda gives your tongue one last suck before pulling away softly for a breath of air. She smirked slightly, feeling you chase for her lips for a second. You sat there, lips parted slightly, breathlessly staring at her. You looked so damn pretty in her lap. She wanted to run her hands over your thighs, squeezing them lightly. You drove her crazy.

“You did great,” Wanda whispered absentmindedly, giving your thighs one last squeeze. “Natasha’s lucky. You’ll do great.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyes darting down to her swollen lips again, before looking into her green eyes. You wanted to kiss her again, too. Over and over. Until you were breathless.

Wanda wanted to frown as you forced yourself out of her lap quickly, turning away from her with the reddest cheeks she’d ever seen on you. Instead, she turned away and pulled her textbook back into her lap, wanting to distract herself from you for a moment. She didn’t know what she would do if she just continued to stare and yearn for you.

When you turned back to face her, she was looking down at her book just as she was before all of this happened, acting as if you weren’t just falling apart and moaning in her lap… like she was used to this. It stung watching her go back to normal as if what just happened wasn’t anything special to her.

“I should… probably go. It’s already getting late.”

Wanda looked up at you and stared for a moment, feeling the sudden awkwardness in the air as you began to gather your things. She couldn’t help but stare at your body as you bent down to grab your bag that was resting on the floor by her desk, admiring the sight of you, wanting desperately to have you on her lap again, have you moaning against her mouth…

She stood up slowly and walked with you until you reached the front door. You gave her a friendly kiss on her cheek before walking out to your car. She watched carefully, still feeling her heart hammering in her chest as you drove off.

A sigh falls past her lips as she walks back to her room, and her twin brother Pietro suddenly steps out of his, meeting her halfway in the hallway.

“Your lipstick is smudged,” he said as he walked past her.

She wasn’t even wearing any lipstick. Wanda rubbed her eye and smiled lightly as she entered her room, staring at her bed, reminiscing earlier events. Bringing a hand up to her lips, she brought her fingertips over them gently, trying to imagine yours against hers.

Your lips. Her lips. The taste of your lipstick.

In time, maybe she’ll muster up the courage to ask you to be hers, then she’ll be able to kiss you as much as she pleases.

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[alwaysmoncheri]

summary: you wake up in major john egan’s bed and remember he drunkenly kissed you the night prior—you wonder what that means for your relationship.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of sex, fluff, kissing, confessions, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drunkenness, cuteness, but also cheesiness, 1k words

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It’s quiet when you wake, the sun peaks through the curtains, creating a ray of light that just misses your face. The sheets are comfortable, warm with your own body heat, but they’re not yours. You sit up with a start, the realization as to where you are washing over you. You were in Major John Egan’s bed, oh my god, what were you thinking? You whip your head around, desperately searching for the man you spent the night with. Throwing one of the pillows off the bed, you hear a quiet grunt from the floor, causing you to scramble over to the edge of the bed. Carefully leaning over with a cautious gaze, you see Bucky laying on the ground, a blanket half covering his bare torso and the pillow you previously threw next to him. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes find his. His arms are behind his head and there’s an agonizingly charming smile on his face as he looks back at you.

“Good morning.” Bucky’s voice reaches your ears and you feel weak. Your lips part and you draw in a nervous breath, blinking a few too many times, you struggle to gather your thoughts before finally managing to speak.

“You’re on the floor.” you state simply, chasating yourself for the obvious observation.

“It appears so, yes.” Bucky responds with a hint of amusement in his tone, his smile grows wider and you grow more nervous under his gaze, so you look away.

“You don’t need to be.” you offer softly, a gentle invitation hanging in the air as you lean back onto the plush comfort of the bed. Bucky, catching the subtle implication in your words, lifts himself onto his elbows, his expression curious. With a simple nod, you confirm your desire for him to join you on the bed.

Without a word, Bucky rises, his movements fluid and controlled, as he gathers the scattered pillows and blanket, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room. With practiced ease, he arranges them on the bed before settling himself beside you, his presence a comforting weight against the mattress. As he sits next to you, the warmth of his body radiates, drawing you closer. You catch the scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and cedarwood, mingling with the faint aroma of lingering alcohol from the night before. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, a silent invitation for you to move closer. You shift, your shoulder brushing against his as you settle into a comfortable position beside him.

For a moment the two of you sit in silence, the memories of what happened last night weighing on your conscious. You’re overwhelmed, confused, and attempting to put the pieces together.

“You were drunk.” you remind him, the words a hesitant admission of the truth. “I was drunk.”

“That is also true,” Bucky acknowledges with a nod, his gaze softening as he senses the rising panic in your voice. Your breath quickens, and your eyes widen, “Look, honey—” Bucky begins, his voice gentle and reassuring, but before he can finish, your words tumble out in a rush of desperation.

“Oh my god.” you gasp, leaning closer to Bucky, your voice barely above a whisper as you say your next few words, “Did we have sex?”

Bucky's laughter fills the air, a warm, affectionate sound that doesn't quite match the gravity of the situation. Your reaction is immediate, confusion and annoyance contort your features.

“It's not funny,” you insist, your voice tinged with frustration as you search his expression for answers.

“Honestly, honey, I couldn’t tell you.” Bucky replies with a shrug, his demeanor nonchalant despite your obvious distress.

“John,” you whine, the plea in your voice betraying your need for him to be serious and clarity of the situation. As your words dissolve into incoherent mumbles, Bucky reaches out, his hand gently squeezing yours in a gesture of reassurance.

“Hey, I’m sure nothing happened,” he interjects, making an attempt to alleviate your worries, “if we had sex, you probably wouldn’t be wearing anything right now.” Bucky adds, with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows and a smirk.

The implications of his words send a shiver down your spine, mingling with the warmth of his touch as you recall the kiss shared between the two of you the night before, “You kissed me last night.” you say with a hint of uncertainty, searching his face for confirmation.

“And you didn’t stop me.” Bucky counters, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes.

“Why would I?” you admit softly, “You’re all I think about.”

Bucky's smiles, that adorable smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You watch as his gaze flickers to your lips and back up to your eyes. A giggle bubbles up from your throat, a nervous sound expressing your uncertainty of the moment.

“What?” you ask in response to Bucky’s wordless expression. Your heart pounds in your chest as he reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, before leaning in to whisper.

“I’m so in love with you.” Bucky confesses in your ear before leaning back with a wide smile, eager to see your reaction. A smile spreads across your face and you turn to slowly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“If you don’t kiss me—”

Before you can finish, Bucky leans in, closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. A hand holds your cheek, while the other rests on your waist, pulling you closer. He kisses you like he needs you and he knows he does. You melt into his touch, surrendering to the warmth and intensity of the kiss. Before you know it, you're straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“I love you more.” you murmur against his lips when you pull away and Bucky chuckles, his airy laugh fanning across your face.

“That’s not possible, honey.” he replies, his voice filled with adoration as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Why don’t you kiss me again and find out?” you tease, a playful glint dancing in your eyes, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky says with a grin before capturing your lips once more, sealing your love in a sweet, lingering kiss.

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[feyhunter78]

Dinosaurs - Nerd!Miguel

Description: While studying together, you find out just how much of a nerd Miguel really is, but lucky for him, you like it.

Artist cred: tamspeaches on Twitter! S/O to @chrishy973 for the idea <3

The door to the study room is closed, the florescent lights above cold and flickering, the light wood table plastered over with finisher and study materials. The air conditioning is on, you can feel the cool air against your skin, hear the hum of it as it whirls and swirls around the room. And Miguel is talking, about something that is way out of your realm of understanding.

“So, once you splice the previously modified DNA together, you should in theory be able to create a hybrid with the best set of traits from each species. But what about the negative traits, right? Well, that’s why you have to make sure you look at each individual nucleotide base pair to ensure you weed out the defects.” Miguel says, waving his pen in the air as he talks, his notebooks open in front of him.

You nod, resting your head in your hand, your elbow up on the table as you listen and try to not zone out, his words going in one ear and out the other. “Okay yeah, got ya, makes sense.”

“And so that’s where they messed up in the new Jurassic Park movies, they didn’t look at the base pairs, they just tried to create the scariest dinosaur they could without thinking of the potentially defects.” He continues. “If I were to repeat that experiment, I’d start small, try to weed out the high levels of aggression in smaller dinosaurs—like the early Cretaceous Microraptor, it only weighed a few pounds—and then work my way up.”

Wait shit he’s talking about Jurassic Park? You definitely missed the part where he veered away from real science and into movie science.

“Sounds like they should’ve hired you.” You say with a smile, leaning forward to push his glasses up from where they had fallen.

Miguel seems to short circuit, blinking rapidly at you, his lips parted, his chest caught in the expanse of breath. “I um—yeah, yeah, I’d love to work there.”

He’s so handsome, and he’s wearing that blue shirt you like, the one that clings to him and shows off every inch of his well-defined upper body. The urge to grab his bicep surges through you, but you push it down.

Stop being a creep, y/n.

“It’d be so dangerous, though.” You comment, glancing down at your perfectly manicured nails to distract yourself from the Greek god before you. They were red, Miguel’s favorite color. He noticed them the second you sat down, actually took your hand in his and ran his thumb over the glossy surfaces. “Good thing it’s not real.”

Miguel’s brain reboots, and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m sorry, sometimes I get carried away. I hope I didn’t bore you too much.”

You shake your head, leaning back in your chair. “No, no, I like hearing you talk about this stuff, you get so passionate and confident, it’s like a whole different Miguel.”

He deflates a little, and you sit up, your hand falling on his shoulder and squeezing. “Not that I don’t like you as you normally are, it just—you seem happier when you’re talking about all this nerd stuff and I like seeing you happy, sue me.”

His knee brushes against yours, sending butterflies scattering through your stomach as he turns away from you ever so slightly, facing his open laptop once more. “I like seeing you happy, too.” He says quietly, so quiet you almost don’t catch it.

You bite your lip to keep your smile from escaping and decide to let him keep his secrets as you go back to your homework.

Miguel O'Hara masterlist

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan

[awearywritersworld]

"can we stay here a little while longer?"

gojo satoru x reader summary: grappling with death, something that seems ever pervasive in your line of work, gojo offers you comfort w/c: .8k tags/warnings: light angst to fluff, gn!reader, no use of y/n, discussions of death, smoking, your relationship is obviously close but it's exact nature is left ambiguous a/n: i just want him to hold me, i am weeping. i wrote most of this a while back and finally decided to finish it. masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

"what brings you out here?" you call out to the white haired man strolling in your direction.

"oh you know," he begins, sitting down beside you in the grass. "just thought i could use some sun."

you're situated beneath a willow tree, its leaves rustling as the branches sway in the wind.

you look up at the gray sky incredulously. "'toru, it's overcast-"

"ah! you always see right through me, sweetheart," he exclaims, amusement clear in his voice. "i'm really just here to check on you."

you look over and meet his eye, but turn away the very next moment. "oh."

he watches as you pull blades of grass from the ground one by one. in your other hand, a cigarette hangs loosely between two fingers and he doesn't say anything more until you take a long drag from it.

"haven't you heard those things will kill you?"

a humorless chuckle passes your lips as you begin to exhale, blowing the smoke away from his direction. "given our line of work, it's much more likely that something else will get to me first."

"i guess you've got me there," he acquiesces, nimble fingers pulling the cigarette from yours.

you raise your eyebrows when he brings it to his lips, his nose scrunching almost imperceptibly as the menthol cools his tongue. having grown up with you and shoko, it's not like he's never smoked before. he just prefers to eat his weight in sweets, everyone having their vices and all.

"is that why you've been hiding away the past two days?" he questions, passing it back to you.

you shrug. "'m just tired of losing people."

his hand lands just above your knee, giving it a light squeeze before pulling away. "me too."

gojo's well accustomed to your habit of isolating yourself, and while he knows you need alone time now and then, he always comes to find you before long.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he broaches, giving you a little nudge with his elbow. "everyone else is getting tired of dealing with me, especially shoko."

"i suppose i can open up if it's for her sake-"

"hey!" he interrupts, though he's relieved to see the small smirk playing at your lips.

"kidding!" you laugh, leaning into him. after a moment, you grow quiet once more, though your expression isn't nearly as gloomy. "i don't know, 'toru. sometimes i just feel as if death is the easy part."

gojo narrows his eyes at you, the sentiment behind your words igniting his worry. "meaning what, exactly?"

"that they're gone.. and meanwhile i'm left to wonder why the hell i'm still alive."

"don't say that," he scolds, sounding a bit harsher than he intends.

"why not? it's not like-"

"because i'd die before i'd let anything happen to you."

you just stare at him, your lips slightly parted and your expression entirely unreadable. he doesn't take it back though, his eyes burning into yours decisively and his tone definite, like he'd decided on the matter ages ago. it leaves no room for argument, really, but of course you argue anyway.

"don't be ridiculous," you eventually huff.

"i'm not, you said it yourself. death is the easy part and i happen to be exceptionally selfish-"

"oh, that is the furthest thing from the truth," you interrupt.

"not when it comes to you."

his words hang in the air and you wonder when your heart started hammering against your ribcage, each beat more vicious than the last. the man before you is kind and generous, a far cry from the careless boy you'd known in your youth.

you haven't failed to notice the time and energy he dedicates to his students, or the way he's risked his life to protect those who can't protect themselves. it goes without saying that he'd won your admiration and understanding a long time ago.

"well, we all deserve to be selfish sometimes," you murmur.

his lip tugs upward at your response, a show of emotion that's both soft and genuine. "does that mean i can force you to rejoin society now?"

suddenly, you're aware of all the life around you— life that carries on even in the absence of the sun. the bees that fly from blossom to blossom. the birds that sing to one another. the squirrels that chase each other through the branches of the willow tree.

you scoot closer to gojo, your head falling onto his shoulder as you softly exhale. "can we stay here a little while longer?"

"sure, princess," he hums, his lips grazing the top of your head in a gentle show of affection. "we can stay as long as you want."

[ollie-lolly]

Royal sugar lovin 18+ (Diavolo x reader)

Sugar daddy! Diavolo x gender neutral reader

part one This is part two part three

Warning: Straight up smut love~

Started on 13th of march 2023

finished on: 18th of march 2023

Note: It looks like someone ordered an organ rearrangement. It wasn't me i swear

Contains: Sex (duh), getting babied, smut with plot, soft dom Diavolo, breaking the bed oops, insecure reader, is it obvious that i have a praise kink?

word count: 1218

You quickly rushed down the hallway to change. With excitement, you started unraveling the gift. In the small box was an outfit, matching your ring's colors. You were in awe of how beautifully it was made but also how…little material there was. Wait, what if he didn't like the way your body looked? "Monarch? Are you okay there?" you gasped when you heard him right outside the door. "Yeah just nervous as all" you slowly opened the door. You looked him in the eye as he drank in every feature. "You look beautiful, my monarch," he uttered. "Thank you daddy" he took your hand. "Would you mind if I picked you up, my love?".  "If it doesn't bother you". He proceeded to gently pick you up as if you weighed nothing. "I have a surprise for you waiting in another room."

After a short walk, the both of you arrived in a room you have never seen. It centered a giant soft velvet couch. He sat down and placed you on his lap. Softly kissing the top of your head. You noticed that there was a lavish collection of your favorite foods resting on the giant wooden table. "Do you like it, monarch?". You were speechless "It is wonderful". You noticed an expensive bottle of demonus. "May I pour for you?". He stroked your hair "I would be honored". You slowly started filling his glass with demonus that was probably older than your whole human family combined. As you poured a question bubbled up in your mind. "May I ask a question?" his hand slithered around you grabbing the now filled cup in your hand. "Of course". Your body started heating up. "How did you know my size?" He swirled the demonus in his hand and rested his elbow on the frame of the couch. "I simply took the size of your uniform and made it slightly smaller. I couldn't help myself, dear human. I just knew you would look absolutely ravishing in it." He eyed you up lustfully. "And I definitely was not wrong". You lowered your head and looked at the outfit. "I understand that you are nervous, it's the first time you are so exposed to me like this. Remember you can change or stop at anypoint, just know I find you incredibly sexy". You looked back up to see the most genuine smile you have ever seen.

"Thank you. I just want to ease into all this you know " "Take your time my love" he gently kissed your hand. You took the time to eat some of the lovely food that was prepared and your nervousness started to fade. "Is it okay if I touch you?". You giggled and straddled his lap. "Is this better?". He dropped some of the demonus in his glass out of surprise, spilling it on you ."I am so sorry, may I clean it off you?" "Of course". What you didn't expect was that he leaned in and licked all the demonus off your body, whilst he pushed you further into him. He softly licked your neck. You started grinding on him for some friction."Are you sure you want this? You know how rather…large I am." You grabbed his hand and placed it on your heat. "I trust you-" you felt him smile against your neck "to go as hard as you want, please ruin me" he faced you with widened eyes "Is that so? Well let's not disappoint you then". He picked you up and took you to his room. Placing you on the satin sheets.

He started unbuttoning his shirt and pants, letting them drop to the floor. He slowly hovered over you, cupping your face gently. "What safeword do you want my dear?". You firmly felt his knee move between your legs. "Is red okay for now?". He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. "It's more than okay, my monarch." you let out a soft moan when you felt him litter hickeys all over your body. You felt him getting a bit rougher as time went on: biting, scratching, pushing his leg on to you and groaning softly. "May I take this off?" he played with a strap of your little outfit. "Please do" you whispered, starting to feel antsy. You could tell that it was not just you who was beginning to lose their patience. As he ripped your clothes off in one clean tug. "Excuse me, I got a little too excited dear, I have been wondering for an embarrassing amount of time how you would look like nude, how you would look in my bed, how you would look when you climax for only my eyes to see." He grabbed your hand and started tracing his body lower and lower. "Please don't think of me as a savage, it was always my intention to spoil you rotten, to pamper you, to make you feel comfortable" You reached his pulsating member, already seeing a pre-cum wet spot beginning to form. "I want to give all of myself to you and stuff you full." You stopped his hand and carefully tugged his underwear off. "I would really like that" you muttered trying to keep eye contact.

You softly started stroking him, gently pinching his tip. His hand began to play with your sex. "I am glad you feel the same way" he remarked when he felt how ready you were for him. He started slowly going in and out. Curving his fingers while his other hand twisted your sensitive bud. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and slid himself in. He panted heavily, trying so hard too not to just absolutely pound right into you. You felt his hands on the side of your head dig further into the mattress. You pushed yourself further into him, earning an audible groan from him. His pace quickened, feeling your insides turn into mush. You moaned loudly, wanting to cover your face but you were suddenly pinned down at the wrists. "You are doing amazing darling," he praised. "Keep moaning for me". He swiftly folded you into a mating press. You scratched his back out of overwhelming pleasure. It was so much deeper than before. Your legs began to feel limb as you felt his tip prodding your insides. "I feel you tightening my monarch, I am close too". He let go of your wrists and gripped the bedframe tightly. You felt the bed shake when he painted your insides white and your climax arrived. You suddenly heard the bed break.

Your weight shifted, your body tipped towards the bed frame. Thankfully cushioned by a luxurious pillow. "Focus on me darling, you are doing so well for me." He kept thrusting as you rode out your orgasm. At the end of it you were a panting mess. He was a little out of breath. "Can I pull out now?" you slowly nodded. When he pulled out he carried you to another bed to calm down. "Rest here my little monarch, I'll make a bath for you. I will be right back" Before he left you tugged on his leg. "Hm?" he turned around "Thank you daddy".

Lets just say Barbatos was traumatized of the what was now called 'the broken bed incident'

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[imbibitorlunaeluv]

Late Night Talks

You can't seem to get a peaceful night's rest, and neither can he.

Yuta Okkotsu x Fem! reader.

A lil drabble I made, basically for those who feel absoloutely guttered after a long day. L/N is your last name! have fun lovelies and DON'T sleep late!

This isn’t normal. None of this should be normalised to a teenage girl, a child who eliminates curses up until the sun rises up. But there are some who are considered gifted. Blessed to be stronger by others, and at all cost protect the weak. Though those rules are unwritten, it should be common knowledge by everyone.

I open the door to the dorms, my breath heavy as I fight the urge to close my eyes. A full week of enduring the need to faint is what I have overcome, and it may as well become part of my life by now. They say it is all well, the safety of others- of the weak, ensured.

The strong shielding the weak.

I lazily take off my combat boots, not caring what noise I may make at this time of night as I let my back collapse onto the sofa. I feel my sight become a blur, the taste and smell of curses still lingering in the air, the face of a helpless man screaming and kicking whilst making it harder to exorcise the damned cursed spirit.

To hell with the weak.

My right arm lifts up to cover my eyes, exhaling through my nose as I feel myself getting lightheaded,

“I feel like dying today…”

I mutter, to absoloutely no one. Besides, who in god's name would still be up by this hour?

“L/N-san?"

For some reason, something in me warms up just by hearing the familiar voice. I pry my hand away slightly, only to be met by a cursed boy’s dark silhouette in the dimly lit living room we both inhabit. His head peeked out from above the couch, leaning against the back of it while he looked down at me.

“Yuta…” I couldn’t fight the small smile forming onto my face, a slight bit surprised that I was caught off guard and couldn’t sense his presence.

“What… Why are you still awake?”

"I should be the one to ask you that."

I sit up slightly, propping myself up onto my elbows as I attempt to show a non exhausted grin, not like he could actually see it in such darkness.

“I just finished a mission… took longer than expected.”

He doesn’t at all seem satisfied with my answer. The change in atmosphere and posture could tell it all,

“Ah… alright then.”

“You don’t seem content with my answer, pretty boy.”

And he answers a beat later,

“You’re lying. Your missions usually take way longer than this.”

Even without seeing him clearly, the frown on his face was as bright as the sun. Ever since our shared conversation in the sushi restaurant, Yuta and I have been conversing more and more frequently without experiencing an awkward silence.

So attentive, I let a chuckle slip past my lips. The thought of having someone who could actually be awake enough to hear me come through the door is actually frightening. Having someone else who also has a messed up sleep schedule, or mind, accompanying me in the lonely night.

I gave into a smile, “You were always awake, weren’t you?”

A question that needed no answering to, making Yuta shake his head slightly as he walked to turn on the kitchen light instead.

“I never sleep- well at least I try not to…” his voice trails off, a yawn overcoming him as I sit up to get a better view of Yuta.

The way his eyes were begging to be closed shut, his slouched back and heavy eye bags were enough to make me feel slight pity. For a boy who claims to never sleep, he’s done particularly well in the art of combat. His passion, his determination, his love towards her.

I pursed my lips at the thought of Rika, “Do you never try to talk to… you know… Rika?”

A laughable question it might be, humorous to Yuta probably as I expected him to topple over laughing. But then again, it’s Yuta. The depressed cursed teenage boy I saved. The cursed boy merely smiles, holding his mug in one hand as he looks over to me.

“Not ever since being haunted by her face in my dreams, no.”

I experienced it too, is what I wanted to say. Although nothing leaves my mouth, I give an understanding nod instead. After realising that the past would always chase me till my sleep, I was slightly grateful for the stockpile of missions that made me occupied. I stopped consulting with Shoko as it proved to be of no help.

“Sometimes when I do see a glimpse of the past Rika… I feel sick to my stomach.”

I know the feeling.

“Knowing that I couldn’t even do anything made me feel useless… even until now.”

I’ve always felt that way.

“Sometimes I feel that Gojo-sensei was right… love is a twisted curse.”

Love is for the weak.

I let out a hum, eyes casted down to instead look at my nails and speak whatever comes to my head, “He told me the same thing. But I thought it was so I would steer away from dating anyone.”

And for a moment, I catch a glimpse of Yuta’s sheepish look.

“You-you’ve never… had a lover?” he questions me, his cheeks flaring up into a vibrant pink while avoiding any form of eye contact. He sounds lost, astounded, even. It’s as if the facts I conveyed to him were all white lies.

“Never really thought of having one, really. I admit that the topic of romance does hang higher in the books I read, but I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be loved romantically by someone.”

My explanation seemed to bring Yuta some courage to at least look me in the eye, his lips slightly parted at the information he received. He seems to stay like that for a moment, the same startled look looming on his features.

I take notes on his face features, softly lit up by the light shining right above the kitchen counter behind him. The colour on his face seemed to return after enrolling in Jujutsu High for a while, and he doesn’t look as skinny and bony as he did. His hair was growing a tad bit longer, more fluffy but never kept neat. My gaze goes down to his lips, his slightly chapped, parted lips.

I feel myself getting warmer by the second, my heart thumping so loud I can almost throw it up. He looks at me, with such eyes that cloud so much thought. And I absolutely feel myself getting weaker just by this, and I absolutely hate it.

I return my gaze to his eyes, “Too shocked to speak?”

Yuta flinches by the sound of my voice, almost as if he was in a haze whilst looking over at me. He then shakes his head, watching his unkept raven hair move as a blush rises to his ears. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes not meeting mine as I can barely make out his muffled voice,

“You’re just… too pretty

[peterparkerluvr]

2+2 | Peter Parker

(gif from @sacharinee)

mature content! 18+

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Studying with Peter goes exactly right.

content warnings: steamy make out, swearing, sexual content, suggestive dialogue, Adam Sandler.

word count: 1620+

A/N: Hi! This is my first EVER smut, I hope you like it<3

It wasn’t my idea to study for Algebra, it never was. If I had a choice I would abolish Algebra from every school curriculum and burn every math textbook on the Earth, but of course that wasn’t possible.

“Ok, now that we have the x-intercept, we can just insert the y value from the center and finish the equation!” 

“I have no clue what you just said,” Peter’s exasperated sighs fill my ears as I complain about his teaching, “I am just so sorry, I genuinely cannot do math.”

“Yes you can, you’re very smart and very capable and not everyone can add, so it is a-okay!” Sarcasm laces his tone, a humorous glint twinkling in his eye as he sends a cheeky grin my way.

“Ha. I know how to add, 2+2 is equal to 4!” He couldn’t hold in a laugh then, dissolving my prior confidence.

“On that note, let’s take a break!” Peter closed his open notes and pushed the notebooks to his side, stretching from his position.

As he lifts his arms above his head, the edge of his Midtown sweatshirt lifts upwards, exposing his skin and giving me a peek of the definition below. Lean muscle stretches across his abdomen, tensing with every move. His impressive v-line cutting into his torso, deep enough to lap water from-

“Uh, you okay?” his awkward chuckles interrupt my ogling,

“Yeah, yeah.” Spluttering out an excuse, I draw my eyes away from his very rock-hard abdominals and decide to intently stare at the thread hanging from his comforter.

“Let’s watch a movie or something?” He couldn’t hide his unmistakable blush as it crept from the round of his cheeks and flushed towards his chest, oh how I wish I could graze my fingertips across the pink tint on his upper body and-

“Good idea! What are you thinking?” I mention, focusing on his words and pretending to not be soaking wet for my best friend, I quickly dismiss the thoughts plaguing my mind.

“I feel like watching a comedy, take my mind off all the calculations,” He said while scrolling for the perfect piece of entertainment, 

“Besides, anything will be better than those stupid graphing videos she forces down our throats.” 

His soft brown eyes catch mine as they crinkle at the sides, his soft pink lips just begging to touch mine. Leaving me wondering just what other part of him wants to be touched, what other soft, pink things I can-

“Ahem, how about ‘Grownups’? I need a little Adam Sandler in my life right now.” I suggested, I need to rein in my thoughts and I need to do it ASAP.

“Perfect, just what I was thinking. Good job, you’ve found something you’re good at, movie suggestions!” Peter nudged me with his elbow as I moved to climb beside him in his bed.

His very small twin bed where just sitting side by side our thighs were molded together and I could hear his strong, steady heartbeat and his deep breathing.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

He pushes his pillows in an upright position behind us and moves an arm behind my shoulders to create a more comfortable position. His nimble fingers gently squeeze my shoulder as he looks down to catch my eye in an innocent smile.

He has to know what he’s doing to me.

He leans forward to press play on his laptop in front of us, slipping his hold from my shoulder to my waist, slightly pressing his palm into my torso. He shifts back into his former place, bucking his hips upward to settle into the bed.

Many expletives are running through my mind right now.

As the movie begins, all I can focus on are the curls of his hair resting against his forehead. The creamy red tint of his lips run through my mind as I imagine every place on my body I want his mouth to touch. I thought of his even breaths becoming aroused grunts and breathy moans, I imagined his soft voice becoming thick with pleasure and whimpering begs falling past his lips. 

The taut string wound between my thighs pulled, threatening to snap as I let my mind run wild. I mindlessly rocked into the bed, yearning for friction to ease my discomfort. 

Peter’s obnoxious laugh startled me out of my fantasy,

“I forgot how much I love this movie!” His pink lips pulled in a grin exposing his straight teeth, a sliver of his tongue resting between.

“Peter.” My resolve was weakening and I couldn’t resist the need to hear his name pass through my mouth.

“A-Are you okay, Y/N?” His gaze passes from my lips to my eyes, his voice becoming low and small.

“Can I just try something really fast?” My heartbeat quickened its pace as I struggled to gain the confidence to make a move.

His tiny nod my confirmation, I turned to face him and pulled my legs underneath me. Gulping down my fear and apprehension, I focus on the perfect boy sitting in front of me. His deep woodsy eyes boring into mine, his face twisted into one of confusion and a bit of excitement.

I move my fingertips to graze the crook of his neck, dipping into his collarbones and watching a soft blush erupt where my finger trails. I press my hands into his shoulders and lower my head to the crook of his neck. I hear his breathing increase as I move my tongue across the velvety expanse of his collarbone.

Peter releases another breath and latches a hand onto my lower back, slightly digging the tips of his fingers into the skin. I lean closer into him, scooting closer and moving my hand to his slender thigh. My tongue sucks on the smooth skin, warranting more quiet groans from Peter.

His hands push into my back, gripping my sides, faintly pulling my body into his. I push off of his shoulders and lift myself to straddle his legs, settling with our limbs tangled together, his thigh resting between mine. I move from his neck to pepper kisses along his jaw, my hips gently grinding on his thigh, easing the desperation in my clothed heat.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Peter grips my waist and guides my movement, moving a hand to my chin, connecting our lips. His needy tongue invades my mouth, moving his hand to the side of my head, lacing his fingers in my hair. His teeth nip at my lower lip as he continues grinding my cunt along his thigh. 

“Peter,” his name slips from my tongue in whimpers as he continues to let me use his thigh for pleasure. His wet kisses trail down my neck to my collarbone, he kisses into the swell of my breast, sucking gently.

He gently lifts me up and places me directly on his lap, through my position I can feel his erection pressing into my clit through my jeans, applying needed relief to the ache and leading me closer to my peak. His movements become more urgent as he bucks his hips into me, his hardness rubbing against the wetness between my legs.

“You feel so good Y/N, fuck,” His deep beathing becoming throaty grunts, he ruts into my sex as he furthers towards an orgasm. His kisses become urgent as he pushes his fingers into my sides, moving his mouth back to my chest forming hickies and biting into the skin leaving purple bruises on my body.

“Please, Peter,” My head falls to his shoulder, sucking gently on his exposed skin, my nails scratching into his upper back.

“Yeah baby?” His lips move to my jaw as he grips my chin to move my eyes to his, my pupils blown from the pleasure, husky pants leaving my open mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, Peter, please,” His hot mouth connects to mine, connecting in a feverish kiss. Hot and needy, his tongue strokes mine, his hands wrapping around my neck, his fingers pulling me even closer.

“fuck, cum for me baby,” His hand roughly pushes my cunt into his lap, attacking my neck with his tongue. His name drops from my tongue in a chant as I near my orgasm. My moans increase in volume and peak in a whine, my head rolls backwards as my vision blurs. My limbs tense as I ride out my high, moaning Peter’s name, my sex pulsing as I climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N you’re so good baby,” Harshly digging his fingertips into my sides, Peter pushes his head onto my chest as he cums. His hips rut upward into me, his lips sucking on my chest in his pleasure; biting harshly at the exposed skin, his movement slows as he rests on my collarbones.

Our deep breaths mix as we come down from our high. My fingers move to his head, lacing my fingers in his soft brown curls, slightly wet from sweat. Using my chin, I lift his head, meeting large pupils and tinted cheeks. I kiss from his forehead to each side of his face, landing in a sweet kiss on his lips, licking at his bottom lip and chewing at the skin.

“Y/N,” His eyes fill with admiration as he licks the taste of my tongue off of his lips and gives a few kisses to my chest moving up to my jaw, 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” His thumbs trace circles into my waist as he looks up at me.

I push lightly against his chest, turning away from him,

“Wait, have we gotten to the part at the water park yet?” My attention diverting to the laptop screen, awaiting the appearance of Steve Buschemi.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Say Please

This will fill the Begging space in my @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: Ben knows just how to torment Y/N.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty filthy smut. Dom/sub. Dom Ben (Soldier Boy) sub reader. Fingering. Rough fingering. Oral (m/f receiving). Cum shots. Facial. Slight humiliation. Demeaning language. Extreme orgasm denial. Extreme edging. Begging. Spanking (mentions of belt spanking). Semi-public sex. Waking reader with oral sex and fingering (so, slight somnophilia). Unprotected PinV sex. Mentions of punishment.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Word Count: 2,285

A/N: So, don't ask me what corner of my brain came up with this filth. I couldn't tell you. But I hope you enjoy the dirtiness.

It can be read completely separately or it can be read as a companion piece/sequel to Say Thank You. I envision it as the same reader, but there's nothing in either fic that says they have to be read together. They're both reader inserts, but Say Thank You is written with a second person POV (you), and Say Please has a third person POV (she/her).

Also, I promise not every entry for my bingo card will be complete smut. 😁 Incidentally, if anyone has any requests that spark in their mind from the bingo prompts above, don't hesitate to send me an ask.

Both the beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @silkholland .

“Ben, please.” Y/N’s voice was begging desperately, but she still whispered low enough to be nearly inaudible above the droning speech of the man discussing the latest polling numbers of Vought’s superheroes. It was all statistics, and percentages, and Ben was bored stiff, so he’d returned to his favorite distraction - seeing how much he could torment Y/N.

She sat beside him now at the far end of the room, and beneath the table, Ben was slowly pushing inside her, just giving her the tip of his middle finger while swirling his index around her clit.

He was simply continuing on with her torment from earlier that morning. 

She’d woken up to the feel of him sucking her hard, aching clit between his lips while penetrating her deep and rough with all four fingers. She must have been moaning harshly in her sleep because her throat hurt. As consciousness dawned, she felt her orgasm cresting, seconds away from erupting. Her sheets were soaked beneath her and she screamed out Ben’s name harshly just before he ripped his hand away from her and left her bereft and begging him to come back and finish her off.

But Ben had simply smirked. “Come over here and swallow me down, princess, and maybe we’ll see.” 

He crooked a finger in her direction as he shifted to lean back on his elbows so he could watch her crawl towards him and then slide her lips down his cock. She took him deep into her throat, hoping that making him cum would make him feel the need to reciprocate. 

But she should have known better. 

Instead, when he was close, Ben pushed her off his cock and back against her pillows. He stood up on the bed, towering over her like a Titan, and pumping his rock hard cock in his big hand only a few times before spurting white and hot onto her body. He covered her completely; her cunt, stomach, tits and face were all painted with his cum, and it left Y/N shaking for her own release. But he bucked his hips reflexively a couple more times, and then stepped down from the bed.

He sat down, naked, in the chair next to the bed and held a finger up as she started to rise. “Uh uh, my sweet little whore. You’re not going anywhere til you clean yourself up. Start by pushing some of my cum into your cunt.”

She looked at him, slightly confused, but he just smiled, his bright green eyes shining with the power he knew he held over her. 

“Push it in.” He repeated. “Use your fingers.” His voice hardened slightly. “But you will not cum.”

Y/N felt her skin flush, burning hot - part passion, part humiliation - as she scooped his still warm seed off her lower belly, and soft mound, pushing it along her seam and into her pussy. She was a sopping mess as she continued to push his thick cum into her hole. Her body thrummed, and her clit was so sensitive she hissed every time she accidentally brushed against it.

Ben’s next command made her almost want to cry. “”Rub that cum around and around that pretty, pert little clit of yours. Turn towards me and spread your legs wide so I can watch you.”

Y/N whimpered, but did what she was told, pointing her feet towards him before drawing up her knees and then pushing them down toward the bed as she took more cum from her tits and pushed the rapidly cooling liquid towards her core.

“Spread that pussy wide for me, doll, and show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Y/N bit into her bottom lip as she circled her clit with her middle finger. It ached and throbbed so hard she felt like her whole body might burst if she couldn’t cum soon. But as though he was psychically linked to her body, Ben knew when she was, once again, mere seconds away from reaching her climax and he barked at her again.

“Don’t fucking cum, little whore. You’ll regret it.”

He didn’t expand on his threat, but he didn’t have to. Y/N was all too familiar with his punishments. His hands were strong and heavy and they stung badly when they landed on her ass again and again. His belt was leather and it felt like it was licking fire onto her skin when Ben cracked it against her, leaving wide, red stripes across her thighs, ass, and tits. 

But some of his worst punishments were based on denial. One time when she came without permission, he wouldn’t let her cum for a month. Her body had been just one, raw, aching nerve by the time the month was up. 

So as she circled her finger around her clit, her need made tears fall, but she held herself back. 

After a few more minutes of watching her, Ben was hard again and he ordered her onto the floor. She got on her knees but he lifted his chin towards her as he stroked himself. “No, lay down and fuck yourself with your fingers.”

She did as he asked, and he came to stand over her again. He stared down at her with a look of power and raging desire swirling together in his gaze. 

“Do you want to come baby?” He asked as he thumbed over the head of his cock. 

Y/N moaned involuntarily. “Yes, Ben, please! Please!”

Ben’s mouth quirked up in a cocky smile. “Say that again, slut. Beg me.”

Y/N nodded, willing to do anything. “Please Ben!” She cried out.

“Please what?” Ben asked, continuing her torment.

“Please!” Y/N practically screamed. “Please let me come.” Her breath stopped as she stared up at him, her fingers moving slowly in and out of her hole. She knew his answer by the gleam in his eye, before he even said it.

“No.”

Y/N moved her head back and forth in denial of his refusal. Once again Ben came hard, and spurted across her whole body, aiming more for her face this time. By the time he was done, she was a sticky, shaking mess. 

“You can stop now.” Ben told her and she pulled her fingers out of her swollen body. She could feel her core muscles quivering, her clit was painfully swollen and throbbing with need.

He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “Go get showered and dressed. I need you with me in this boring ass meeting I gotta go to and we leave in a half hour.”

That had been nearly two hours ago, and Ben had spent every minute of their time in this boardroom teasing and tormenting her fevered brain, and writhing body. He’d started with simple, seemingly innocent touches on her lower back, and then slightly higher, wrapping his hand around her upper arm and brushing his fingertips against the side of her breast. Her thin white blouse did nothing to protect her from the electric charge of his touch.

Eventually though, when they were seated, he’d begun moving his hand beneath the cover of the tabletop. He set his gloved hand on her bare thigh and then slowly moved it higher and higher. Soon the pads of his fingers were rubbing against the soaked cotton of her panties, and then pushing them aside to sink a finger into her, while circling her clit with another.

Now, she was doing everything she could not to come, not to cry out her desperation; she was biting her lip so hard she could taste blood. Finally Ben pulled his fingers out of her and stood up. 

“I need the room, gentleman.” He said with absolute authority. The dozen men in the room just stared back at him where he stood at the end of the long table. They seemed surprised for a moment before he slammed his fist down on the table. “Now!” He barked, and the men couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. 

When they were gone Ben clicked the lock on the handle and lowered the blinds in the small window beside the door. Then he leaned back against the door and folded his arms over his chest. Somehow, in his emerald green Super-suit, he managed to look even more intimidating than he had earlier. She hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Get on your hands and knees on the table.” 

Unlike the men, Y/N immediately jumped up to follow his command. She climbed a little awkwardly onto the table.

“In the middle.” Ben directed. 

Y/N moved to the middle and stayed there, waiting for his next order. 

“Turn that gorgeous ass and pussy in my direction.” 

She shifted around, trying not to disturb the paperwork that still sat there.

“Push your skirt up to your waist, then pull your panties down. Lean forward on your elbows, forehead to the table.”

Y/N complied; she could feel the way her slick ran down her thigh, and she knew she was dripping onto the table. Someone was going to end up with her cum all over his financial report. 

“Fuck me.” Ben growled. “Those lips are just glistening, princess, just begging for attention.”

“Please, Ben…” Y/N mewled and she honestly wasn’t sure if she was begging him to fuck her with his mouth, or begging him not to.

“Say that again.” Ben’s voice was a deep rumble in his chest. She felt him come up behind her and she gasped harshly as she felt his palm crack down hard onto her ass cheek. 

“Say it, Y/N. Beg. Fucking beg.”

“Please, please, please.” She chanted and she prayed he didn’t ask her again what she was begging for, because she didn’t even know anymore. She just needed him - needed him to end her torment, needed him to give her release, to let her let go; she needed to stop the ache.

With her forehead pressed to the table top she pushed her fist into her mouth to cut off her scream as he leaned forward and slurped his tongue over her, from clit to cunt. Then he stepped back slightly, and used his two hands to spank both her cheeks at once with a fiery, painful sting.

But the pain was nothing compared to the ache of need shuddering across her whole body. Her cunt ached, yes, but so did her nipples, throbbing with every beat of her pulse. Her skin ached to feel him touch her, her lips ached to feel him press his mouth against them.

He returned his mouth to her pussy again, continuing to slurp and lick, and then spearing her deep with his hard tongue. He pulled back a half dozen more times, continuing to redden her ass. 

In the end, Y/N was just a sobbing, aching, dripping thing, pussy high in the air, ass decorated with bright red handprints, just begging and begging him to end her torture. 

Ben stood back to admire his handiwork for a little while. He circled the table looking at her from all angles. He approached her from the front and lifted her chin in his palm, contemplating her tear-stained, flushed cheeks, her lust blown pupils, and her lips - swollen and puffy from biting them over and over.

Her body, her face, her shaking, quivering cunt, her thick, red, fleshy ass - all of it was a work of art. He’d molded and sculpted this beautiful woman into this new creature, this fuck doll who was entirely his. He knew in this moment that there was nothing she would deny him, there was nothing she wouldn’t let him do to her, and that knowledge was an incredibly powerful feeling.

His cock was rock hard beneath his suit and he decided to be merciful and end her torment and his. He dropped her chin and walked back behind her. He unzipped and pulled his cock out. He climbed up onto the table, on his knees behind her; then he turned her so that they were looking down the length of the table. Paperwork and stationery went flying to the floor. 

He slid his fingers up through her slick and gathered it on his finger tips. With his other hand he yanked her head up and back before reaching around and shoving his fingers into her mouth. She gagged on them, but tried to swallow down her own cum. He shoved his fingers down her throat a couple more times just to hear that sound.

Finally he shoved her face back down against the table and slammed himself home in one hard, swift surge. 

Y/N did scream this time, and then he could feel it, her cunt clenching around him, tight and then tighter, her climax milking him. She came and came, screaming and cursing the whole time. Her orgasm was long and intense. And Ben smiled as she started to come down, and he smashed his cock head against her cervix. 

Y/N was shaking from head to toe, and he wasn’t sure if it was the lasting effects of her climax, or the knowledge that punishment was coming.

“You disobeyed me, my little whore.” Ben said, slamming into her one more time before he came deep inside her with a growl, bucking harshly and slapping against her ass.

As soon as he finished he climbed down off the table. Y/N turned her face to him, and he reveled in how wrecked she was, her expression begging pitifully.

“Please, Ben. I’m sorry. Please.”

Ben smiled, wickedly and without sympathy. “Not yet, baby, but you will be.”

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[lovejosephquinn]

Small feral drabbled one shot 💀

Happy Sunday

You were already about to be late to the event, in fact it was unlike you to be behind schedule to anything, but as you finished your final look at yourself in the mirror, ready to announce to Joe that you were on your way down.

He’d already peered his head around the bedroom door before you could get there first, his eyes almost bulging from his sockets when he got a back view of you, the silky red dress that revealed your back as you heard the distinct sound of his failed wolf whistle toward you. Putting on your best shy smile, you shed a little giggle when you turned around to face him.

“Wow darling you look fucking sensational.”

You offered an appreciative nod as your cheeks flushed. “Not looking to shabby yourself babe.”

Joe sauntered toward you, putting his hands to your hips and giving you a full run down with the doe eyes you adored; a slight sparkle adorning them whilst he feasted them upon you. He sported a fitted all black suit, hair slicked back, curls still as messy as ever, stubble tamed and smelling rather fucking delectable.

“Why can’t I get enough of you?” Joe sighed, one hand now rubbing up the naked part of your back.

“I don’t know, why can’t you?”

“I think I’m addicted.” His other hand brushed your hair from your shoulder as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your neck, not stopping until he planted a few around each part of it that he could.

You attempt highly to push his face away but he’s almost latched onto you like the force of a magnet. ��Joey we’re going to be late.”

“But baby… I want to play with you.” He whined into your neck, his breath making goosebumps appear rapidly onto your skin, you couldn’t possibly help the whimper that erupted from your throat.

Joe could make you give into him with the click of a finger, you were completely gone for him even after years of dating. His fingers soothed down any part of your skin which showed, sending bolts of electricity down to your core. How he possibly had this level of power over you was almost abnormal.

“I can’t help but be turned on by the sight of you…” all of a sudden you were pushed back and fell straight down to your bed, bouncing back up from the springs which made contact with your body. Joe laid down next to you, leaning up on one elbow, immediately going fourth to lift up your dress, his hand directly cupping over your panties.

“Wet already? so eager aren’t you. Such a good girl.” A finger slipped right under, hooking them to the side so that he could gain better access. You squirmed when the tip of his digits connected straight to right where you ached for your man to touch you. The little light rubbing in a circular motion was forcing moans out of you, he knew exactly what spots got you louder and what points to touch to really push you over the edge; he’d studied you enough to be considered a professional.

His speed picked up the wetter you got, his fingers slipping and sliding all around and up and down between your slit, teasing your entrance and then moving back up completely avoiding what you were craving.

“You’re making such a mess all over these fingers, hmm.” Joe pondered for a second, looking slightly concerned but surprised you by bringing up his index and middle finger to your lips, not waiting for you to open up before pushing them past it, letting you taste your slick and soak them further for him.

“We’re not going until you clench around these fingers and eventually cum for me.” He pulled out his fingers, hovering them above your birds eye view. “They’re going to fuck your pretty pussy, got it?.”

“Please.” You begged out, he didn’t need to be tortured by your sweet whining noises anymore. He ploughed his fingers through your tight hole, the thickness of them instantly stretching you a little. Joe curled them up, hitting a certain spongy spot which usually made you climax almost instantly.

Thrusting them up not even in a swift motion, but one where you really felt him. His fist leaning against your slit as he slammed them in and out.

“Oh baby, look at how pathetic you look right now.”

You fucking loved it when he demeaned you during foreplay, even when having sex. It was one of your biggest turn ons. Your mind was fully clouded, as if your soul was leaving your body and you were slowly floating away, lifeless and limp. Another finger squeezed it’s way in making your back arch instantaneously and that’s when Joe went for it, erratically working inside your cunt.

“Fuck yes, good fucking girl.”

You came without a second thought, leaking all over as he’d instructed and he pinpointed it the moment you tightened around his caress.

“Atta girl.”

You grabbed a hold of his cheeks, pulling Joe down so you could ride out your orgasm in peace whilst dancing your tongue around his mouth, a sensual, soft and slow kiss occurring whilst you mewled loudly from the impossibly pleasurable feeling of sensitivity.

Joe picked himself up, running to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up so you weren’t dripping out onto your overly expensive looking clothing. His erection was practically glued to his trousers and leaned up to hover your hand over to touch him to return the favour he denied you, slapping you away.

“I’m honestly fine baby. You can return the favour later but this was about you. I’m crazy about you.”

God you loved this man with every fibre in your being, he was undeniably beautiful and sexy in the same breath and you couldn’t believe he was yours.

“I love you.” You whispered, blowing Joe a kiss, and falling back to lay down.

“Now come on, let’s be fashionably late together. We might need to come up with an excuse though, I’m sure ‘I’m sorry I had to finger my girlfriend before we left the house’ wouldn’t be a sufficient one.”

You both shared a hearty laugh. Joe winked as he offered his hand out to you to help you up, so you could rearrange yourself to make yourself feel as glamorous as you looked 15 minutes ago. This time though you felt even better than beautiful, purely because your man made you feel that way.

[fantasydaydreamers]

💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 5💙

Continuation of Part 4

Walking back to the table, you notice Hitoshi eyeing you suspiciously. Part of you felt guilty towards Hitoshi considering what the two of you did this morning, while the other part of you felt smug that you finally one-uped the most notorious player on campus.

Casually, you sit next to Hitoshi which was Touya's previous spot. Reaching across the table, you grab your bag and open it again to finish eating your donut. Tomura was now diagonal from you and was shooting you a questioning look.

"Where's Touya?"

"I saw him go into the restroom as I came out." The lie rolled off your tongue easily, not even batting an eye as you take a bite of your donut. It tasted even sweeter than before.

Hitoshi shifts next to you, moving slightly closer as you stared back at Tomura innocently. Yo and Keigo were on the other side of Hitoshi and Tomura respectively, lost in their own conversation. Tomura's gaze was calculating, which was starting to make you uncomfortable. You assumed he was the quiet stay-in-my-business type, but now you weren't so sure. Thankfully Keigo noticed you were back and spoke up.

"Hey, (Y/n), are youf doin' anyfin' tonight?" The question was muffled around a mouthful of donut.

"Nope. Just free-loading with this guy." Elbowing Hitoshi playfully, you spare him a glance seeing that he was already staring at you with a gaze you didn't quite understand.

Looking back to Keigo, your answer seemed to trigger his memory of what he walked into this morning. His chewing slowed and Hitoshi shifted next to you again also noticing Keigo's gaze.

"Riigghhttt..." Keigo swallowed, uncertain, "well I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with us tonight? It's being held at the same place as before."

Memories from that night flooded your mind and you couldn't help but sigh. That's when this whole mess started.

"Why do I get the feeling all you do is party?" You teased Keigo instead, setting your donut down on the bag as you leaned back into your seat. Your hands found their way to your lap, accidentally brushing against Hitoshi's hand which was resting on his thigh. His other hand was visible on the table, playing with the lid of his coffee cup absently.

Hitoshi subtly moves his hand and brushes against yours again, the two of you having your hands next to each other under the table.

Holding back a shy smile, you bite your lower lip as Keigo rolls his eyes. "We're in college! Partying is part of the learning experience!"

Just then, a body slumps into the seat in front of you. Everyone turns and looks at Touya whose gaze was solely fixated on you.

You tilt your head slightly in question, innocent enough for everyone else at the table but the knowing glint in your eyes had Touya's eyes flashing.

Hitoshi's hand twitches against yours under the table.

A closer look at Touya and you could see the flushed glowing skin on his cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, you lift the hand not next to Hitoshi and break off a piece of your donut, biting into it slowly.

"Are you good?" Hitoshi asks, speaking up for everyone at the table. Touya never breaks his gaze from you.

"Never better."

His words were low and knowing, but you shrug nonchalantly and turn back to Keigo. "Sure, I'll go."

"Yessss!" Keigo pumps the air with his arm.

"Go where?" Touya asks, and you can see him still staring at you in your peripheral.

"Oh, I just invited (Y/n) to the party tonight!" Keigo explains before turning to scold Yo for sneaking two more donuts.

Touya hums from across the table, probably thinking the same thing you did. You couldn't help the blush that found its way to your cheek, but you busied yourself with the donut, not looking up at anyone.

"I'll go too," Hitoshi speaks up suddenly, removing his hand from under the table to lean back and stretch his hands above his head. Keigo gasps harshly and everyone else at the table turns to look at him in surprise.

"You? At a party?!" Yo gaps at Hitoshi, chewed-up donut visible in his mouth. Hitoshi grimaces in disgust and looks down at his coffee before looking to stare at Touya.

"Why not? It seems as though I missed out on these 'learning experiences.'"

Touya didn't say anything in return but met Hitoshi's gaze head-on, his stare cold and unwavering making an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

~*~*~*~*

Breakfast ended soon after that as classes were starting for a few people, including you.

You parted ways with Hitoshi after discussing class schedules and deciding on a place to meet so you two could both head back to his dorm before the party.

Class went by in a blur, a few people talking about the dorms that got shut down and the few scandalous roommate situations that had come up as a result.

You tried eavesdropping on a few conversations wondering if your name would come up. Hitoshi was a low-key person, but since he was close friends with some notorious people on campus, you weren't sure what to expect.

"I tried asking Touya if I could stay with him, but he didn't even pay attention to me!" A girl whined to her friends in front of you as you flipped a page in your notebook, pretending to take notes.

A few of her friends 'awed' in pity, trying to console her. "Well, you know what they say about Touya...you should've known he wouldn't go back to you."

One of the friends spoke up truthfully and another shot her a 'shut-up' look. However, the girl whining only sniffed and nodded her head solemnly.

"Yeah...I know. If only I could relive that night again..." she sighs dreamily. This time all of her friends echo her dreamy sign.

"We all do," they say simultaneously.

Yikes.

Your lips curl up in disgust and tune them out, not bothering to listen to whatever details they were going to relive.

Absently, you start doodling on the paper. Little hearts and flowers scattered along the border. Your mind wonders to this morning, before the coffee shop. Sure, discovering you had somehow managed to one-up Touya was surprising, but Hitoshi's coy smirk was lodged in your brain.

The sound of his voice when he called you 'kitten' or just the simple fact he gave up his room for you to sleep in for however long you needed.

Not to mention the almost-kiss you had. Lately, it seemed like you've had a few of those close calls which didn't settle right in your stomach. First with Touya and then with Hitoshi, but out of the two, you felt more drawn to-

Your phone buzzed twice in succession, snapping you out of your daze.

brainwxshed: hey

bvrnt.eros: hey

Are you fucking kidding me?

You look at both messages, torn between who to answer first or if you should even answer them at all. Touya was the troubled one and the one you weren't too happy with at the moment no matter how downright sinful he was.

Hitoshi on the other hand has done nothing wrong to warrant your anger. Putting your pencil down, you slouch lower in your seat and open your phone, tapping on Hitoshi's message.

you: hii

You see him typing, but your fingers itch to tap on Touya's message too.

Should I? What does he have to say? Is he going to talk about this morning? Is he-

brainwxshed: sooo about this party later...what should i expect? fuck that sounds so lame...

You smile fondly.

you: you don't have to go if you're uncomfortable. im not to big on parties either. I just went to one that one time.

And look at my consequences.

brainwxshed: im going if you're going. gotta protect my little kitten.

brainwxshed: *the little kitten.

Your face heats and you drop your phone on your desk, holding in a squeal. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as it did backflips. Asshole. You knew that wasn't a typo and he was teasing you again but you couldn't find it in you to be mad.

Rubbing your face with your hands, you pick your phone up and switch to Touya's message to hopefully calm down.

you: what?

bvrnt.eros: hm...you're cold, (Y/n). i think i should be the one mad at you for what you did to me this morning.

Yep. There it is.

you: not my fault.

bvrnt.eros: oh dollface...but it was. walking off like that and leaving me alone to take care of myself after you made me so fucking hard...

Conflicting emotions shot through you.

you: again...not intentional so it's not my fault.

bvrnt.eros: i don't think you understand the concept of sexting, let me explain-

Gritting your teeth, you go back to Hitoshi's message.

you: protection from...?

brainwxshed: hey, you never know. i've heard stories and one thing i know for sure is that college parties are never good☝🏻...and they're crowded.

you: ahh...is that why you never went to one?

brainwxshed: ...partially. but also, why go when i can watch studio ghibli films in my dorm and draw?

Just then another message popped down from Touya.

bvrnt.eros: so sexting is basically like dirty talk over text. i said you made me hard this morning and i jerked off to the thought of you in the donut shop bathroom and you're supposed to respond with something sexy to keep the conversation going.

Oh my-

Angrily you tap on the message.

you: im not stupid and im not sexting you.

bvrnt.eros: boooo 🍅

You tap back to Hitoshi's message.

you: that sounds nice actually. if you wanna stay in your dorm, i'll stay with you.

brainwxshed: stay with me? careful kitten~ we might end up like this morning~

Your face heats up again.

you: i have no idea what you're talking about.

brainwxshed: 'stay with me' and i can show you later~

Another message from Touya pops down

bvrnt.eros: soo...this party tonight is kinda like our anniversary hm? how should we celebrate 👀

With every message Touya sends, you feel more agitated. He's ruining the mood that keeps building between you and Hitoshi. You swipe his message away and return to Hitoshi's message.

you: are you gonna kiss me for real this time?

Or so you thought.

bvrnt.eros: ...fuck.

bvrnt.eros: dollface i would kiss you all over if you let me.

Fuck.

Your body went ridged seeing Touya respond to the message meant for Hitoshi. Realizing you sent it to the wrong person and adding fuel to the fire that you were so desperately trying to put out.

Do I tell him that wasn't for him? Will he know I meant to send that to Hitoshi? How do I respond to Hitoshi now?

Your fingers twitch over your keypad, panic rising inside of you. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

bvrnt.eros: im looking forward to tonight, (Y/n).

Your fingers frantically type out many different forms of 'no' and 'that wasn't for you' but couldn't find one to settle on and send. The fact that Hitoshi was also waiting on a response made you panic even more.

Calm down, (Y/n).

Locking your phone, you set it down and take a deep breath. Deciding not to say anything more and make it worse, you shakily put your phone down and tune back into the professor who was dismissing the class.

You had to meet up with Hitoshi soon anyways and you weren't sure you could even look him in the eyes. Guilt washes over you, not knowing what to do or how to fix this situation. Tonight was not going to be fun.

~*~*~*~*

You met with Hitoshi soon after.

He was smirking at you avoiding him, but you knew he probably thought you were embarrassed from the text conversation when in reality that wasn't the case at all. Maybe under different circumstances you might've been, but because you were so careless-

"I need to stop at my old dorm and get extra clothes," remembering the text from this morning about the repairs not being finished and since you only packed for today, you needed more clothes.

"Sure," Hitoshi nods as the two of you begin to walk to the South dorms. "So..." he starts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

You gulp.

"So?"

Hitoshi smirks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So about earlier..."

"Earlier? What happened earlier?" Panic rose in your chest. Did he find out? Did Touya screenshot your message and send it to him? Oh God what if-

Hitoshi turns and cuts in front of you, a pierced eyebrow raised in concern. "The party. You never told me what to expect."

A heavy breath leaves you in a rush.

"Right. The party." Shouldering past Hitoshi, you try to calm down, opening the door to the South dorms, frigid air hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Cursing lightly, you walk faster to your room and fumble with the door, footsteps cautiously catching up.

"Um..." Throwing open the door, you let Hitoshi in as you go to rummage through your closet. "Well, there's going to be a lot of people and alcohol. Music can be expected too. Just typical college party stuff," you mouth off quickly, still rattled thinking that Hitoshi found out about earlier.

Hitoshi wasn't even paying attention, walking around your dorm room and observing the little trinkets and decorations you had. It's only been one night, but you did miss it here. You turn back to your closet and pack a week's worth of clothes just in case and shove them into a bag.

"I really hope they fix the heater soon. I don't want to overstay or anything," you comment absently, folding a pair of pants.

"I thought you liked staying with me?" Hitoshi's voice was low and closer than expected, making you jump. Well, that certainly didn't take long for him to bring that part of the conversation up.

It felt as though he was right by your ear and you couldn't find the courage to turn around. Shakily, you place the pants in your bag and sidestep before turning and walking to your dresser to pull out undergarments.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hitoshi still standing there, probably confused, before slowly turning towards you again.

"I do! I mean, thank you, but still. A week is a long time," you explain, counting off a checklist in your brain. Now...what to wear tonight...

You hastily pull open the bottom drawer, finding a short black dress you've only worn once before.

"Okay, I'm finished." Turning to Hitoshi, you shove the dress in the bag and walk back towards the door.

"Let's go, I'm freezing." Smiling innocently, Hitoshi regards you with a thoughtful look, not saying anything as you two leave the room. Locking the door and exiting the building was met with silence.

Hitoshi seemed lost in his thoughts and didn't say a word on the way back to his dorm for the two of you to get ready.

~*~*~*~*

The party was already packed by the time you and Hitoshi showed up. He stuck close to your side, looking uncomfortable at the number of people in such a small space. You didn't blame him, also wanting to get out of here as soon as possible and hopefully avoid Touya.

Of course, fate has other plans for you.

"(Y/n) and Hitoshi, over here!" Keigo calls out loudly over the music. Cursing, you trudge over and avoid looking at the piercing blue eyes already next to Keigo.

A warm flush finds its way to your face anyway and you manage a small smile at Keigo. Tomura and Yo were off to the side talking while drinking some beers. You try to recall if you saw them at the previous party but the only thing you remember is woodsy musk, sandalwood, and cigarette smoke.

I need to get out of here.

"Perfect timing! We were just about to play spin the bottle truth or dare!" Keigo motions to the large group of people surrounding the area and they cheer loudly.

Nope.

You take a large step back holding up your hands. "Have fun!"

"Awh c'mon, (Y/n)," Touya teases across from you. "It'll be fun. Just like last time." After stressing the last part, he glances at Hitoshi smugly and another wave of guilt washes over you.

You grit your teeth and shake your head, anxiety creeping up your spine. To your surprise, Hitoshi only steps forward.

"I'll play."

Keigo cheers excitedly, pumping his fist. "Oh, dude, this is the best day ever!"

Tomura had stopped talking to Yo, who was still talking regardless if Tomura was listening or not, observing the scene in front of him. Uncomfortable wasn't even a strong enough word you'd use to describe the situation.

Touya looked calm and collected as Hitoshi walked to stand next to him, the two of them now staring at you expectantly.

Purple and blue stared at you hotly, warmth spreading across your cheeks as they had looks of longing. Both held heat and memories of almost-kisses, but only one of them had a false knowing of what you said earlier.

"Uh..." Not knowing what to do, the whole group of college students now eagerly waited for you to answer.

"GUESS WHO'S BACK, FUCKERS!" The door slammed open suddenly, a loud voice ringing loud over the music.

Everyone turned to the door and loud cheers rang out, cutting the tension. Your shoulders sag in relief seeing Touya and Hitoshi finally look away from you. You follow their gaze seeing a blonde-haired man wearing black joggers and a black sweatshirt grinning manically at everyone welcoming him back.

"Kat!" Keigo calls out, running up to clap him on the back. "Man, this day really couldn't get any better!"

Well, at least someone is having a good time.

Kat claps Keigo on the back too and walks over to the group in front of you. Yo groans, making Kat roll his eyes and flick him on the forehead.

Yo scowls and rubs his head. Tomura greets Kat with a small smile and nod, offering to get him a beer. Touya grins and steps up, ruffling the spikey blonde hair making Kat snarl as he swats the hand away. Hitoshi was last, dapping up Kat fondly with a muted, "Hey, bro."

Hitoshi turns to you and motions you over.

"Katsuki, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Katsuki." You awkwardly smile, not sure if this was the right time to be meeting Hitoshi's roommate. Brother?

"Hey," Katsuki smirks, giving Hitoshi a look you didn't miss. Or Touya. "Hitoshi told me the situation already. It's cool if you still need a place to stay, but I'll need my room back."

The realization hit you suddenly and you risk a glance at Hitoshi who also had a small blush on his face, avoiding your gaze.

Seeing him blush made you blush more, awkwardly shifting your stance. Katsuki cackles at the sight of you and Hitoshi, but lays off the teasing, turning to Tomura who hands him a beer.

"So what are we doing?" He asks, biting the lid off with his teeth. Your mouth drops open slightly in awe as Keigo happily fills Katsuki in.

"Heh, spin the bottle, 'Toshi? What the hell happened when I was away?" Katsuki asks, shooting you another quick glance.

Hitoshi grumbles something you can't hear, making Katsuki smirk, and the both of them walk back to the circle. You go to follow and notice Touya's seething face once Hitoshi leaves your field of vision.

You quickly move away and go back to your previous spot, Tomura now standing next to you. "Are you okay?"

He whispered the question low, and you let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding.

"No."

Tomura reaches out a hand, concerned, and you grab it shakily. He squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back, thankful for the reassurance.

"Right! So who wants to start?" Keigo announces to the large group of college students. A lot of cheers and drunken words rang out.

Tomura keeps a hold of your hand, tucking into your side as you stare at the damned bottle on the table. Touya and Hitoshi were back to standing next to each other across from you and if they were staring at you and Tomura holding hands, you couldn't find it in you to care. Though you were sure Tomura was staring right back without a care in the world.

"You're going to have to make a decision sometime." Tomura lays his head on your shoulder, murmuring solemnly. The question doesn't surprise you since you noticed his observation skills, so you were sure he had caught on long ago.

"...I know," you mutter back, still staring at the bottle unblinkingly. It was nice to have someone to talk to. You haven't told anyone of the situation going on and the drama that followed, so finding comfort in Tomura was reassuring and needed. Although unexpected.

"Do you have any clue which one?" Tomura asks, the both of you locked in your own world, watching Katsuki be the first one to spin.

Do I?

Honestly, it felt like you've been debating this question constantly for the past few days. Both made your heart race with excitement. Touya kept you on your toes but had a bad reputation and a cocky attitude to match. Hitoshi was unexpected in the way he welcomed you with open arms, but loved to tease you endlessly.

As of right now, there were no cons with Hitoshi but yet something still prevented you from committing fully.

"Not a clue," you finally admit, leaning your cheek on Tomura's head.

Tomura hums and the two of you watch Katsuki dare Yo to do a keg stand. Yo blanches as the crowd starts chanting his name in encouragement.

"Great. Now I'll have to deal with that later," Tomura sighs, annoyed.

Yo glares at a smirking Katsuki before flipping himself into a handstand, his shirt falling down making the crowd whistle and catcall him jokingly.

"Hm?"

"Yo. He's my roommate and cannot handle anything more than 2 beers," Tomura explains. "Which, Katsuki knows that."

You hum again and watch Yo stumble back down on his feet, looking green. Katsuki throws his arm around Yo's neck, saying something which only had Yo hiccuping in response.

"Your turn to spin, Yo!" Keigo exclaims excitedly.

Yo sways to the table and half-heartedly spins the bottle. It didn't spin very much and slowly made its way to you. You grip Tomura's hand tighter, watching the bottle stop.

Keigo cheers loudly.

"Truth or dare, (Y/n)?" Yo slurs, trying to focus his gaze on you.

"Uh...truth?" You whisper almost shyly, hearing the crowd boo.

Yo holds a hand to his chin to think. "Hm...who do you like more-"

"Dare!" You cut him off, not wanting him to finish that sentence. You were not going to risk that. People cheer at your change of heart.

"Okayyyy," Yo hiccups, "I dare you to do a 7 minutes in heaven with someone."

Yeah, no, that's completely better.

Keigo all but squeals, looking like he just won the lottery with how this night is going and Tomura squeezes your hand again tightly.

"Spin," Yo motions to the bottle, waiting for you.

The air seemed to crackle with electricity as you reached for the bottle, spinning it as hard as you could, praying it'd land on anyone but those two.

Touya and Hitoshi's gaze intensely watched the bottle, as the rest of the group cheered unknowingly at the tension. Your palms felt sweaty as anxiety loomed over you seeing the damned bottle slow as it towards Touya and Hitoshi.

It came to stop and the crowd 'ooh-ed' trying to figure out who it was pointing at.

"Is it...both of them?" Tomura murmured in awe, as Keigo whistled.

"Alright, I'll be the judge!" Keigo walked over to you and squatted down to see who the bottle was lined up with. "Oh wow...I've never seen this before. Ladies and gentlemen, it's split down the middle...we have a tie!" Keigo announces, hopping up.

The crowd gets hyped, all the girls shooting you a dirty look, but you really couldn't care because you were seconds away from passing out.

"Well, (Y/n)? Which one are you going to choose?"

→ Part 6

~*~*~*~*

Touya's hitlist taglist:

@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman @97britt

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FT. Angel Devil; Fem Reader

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER MASQUERADE

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. HEAVY sacrilegious themes, loss of virginity (reader), Angel treating himself as an actual angel, extreme dubcon, corruption, slightly ooc Angel??. Whatever- if you’re not turned on by this shit then leave <3

SUMMARY: Your guardian angel has come to guide you during one of your darkest moments. What would you ever do without him?

Your guardian angel was a being of absolute beauty that had been with you your entire life. And, up until now, you had yet to actually see him in person. You were actually starting to think that it was a good thing that you hadn’t lay your eyes upon him before. He was simply too beautiful.

Your guardian angel was simply divine.

“D-Did God send you here to help me..?” The words left your lips slowly as you looked up at him, admiring his shining halo. You were met with silence, but it didn’t scare you. For you trusted this angel with your very life, regardless of the fact that it was your first encounter with him.

He reached out towards you, his gloved hand grabbing your chin and squeezing it gently. You could have sworn that you saw his eyes shine, but it could’ve been the light playing tricks on you.

“Of course.” It was all he said, and you couldn’t help but notice how uninterested he sounded. Actually, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that his physical appearance didn’t match the descriptions of angels in the Bible.

But maybe that was so you wouldn’t be frightened.

Totally.

“How do you plan to help me?”

“Well, what’s your problem?”

“Did God not tell you?” You saw him tense up as he took a step back from you. He leaned against your desk and looked out your bedroom window, admiring your view of the stars.

“Of course God told me. That’s why I’m here.” His sentences were short, as if he wanted to get to the point. You wanted to get closer to him, but your instinct told you to hang back. There was something about him that made you wary, despite his angelic nature.

“Right…”

The sound of the city echoed throughout the night and into your room, sending chills across your skin. The more silence that filled the air, the more anxious you got, and he knew that. Maybe he was telepathic, or just really good at reading the room.

After what felt like hours, he walked back over to you, looking you directly in the eyes. He reached out a hand and placed it on your shoulder, only to apply pressure and push you back onto your bed.

The action took you by surprise, though, all you could do was stare up at him in silence as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. Why did he do that? Was he actually going to help you?

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Had he really stunned you into silence? Maybe that’s what happens to someone who is in the presence of true beauty…

You noticed that he was looking around your room. A part of you hoped that he took note of the various Bible verses scattered around. After all, such a thing could impress him, and he just might tell God how much you admire Him.

“Wait, what are you-“

“I’m going to help you.” He said simply as he finished tying his hair up— when had he done that? His gloved hand ran down your stomach and to the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver as it slid underneath the fabric. You couldn’t help but swallow anxiously as he moved. Especially since you had no idea why an angel was touching you so intimately.

He took his time, his delicate touch causing you to squirm and whimper— two things you had never done before.

Then, all of a sudden, a moan was torn from you. Something so lewd, yet so beautiful, and all because he pinched your nipple.

Honestly, you had never felt this way before. Was this because he was an angel? No… you knew better than that. Maybe he was testing your loyalty to the lord? That certainly sounded right.

Without warning, brought his other hand up and cupped it over your clothed cunt. He wasted no time in removing your shorts, pulling them down to your knees and pushing your panties to the side swiftly.

“Make sure that God can hear how well your guardian Angel is helping you.” And without any form of preparation, he shoved two gloved fingers into your cunt, watching closely as you writhed and moaned. The penetration was simply too much for your mind to handle, and it was throwing you for a loop.

Who knew that something so wrong could feel so damn good?

Before you knew it, you were calling out to God shamelessly. You were saying His name in vain, but you couldn’t help it. Not when there was such a powerful tension being built in your lower stomach.

Oh you had never felt so good before. You felt like you were floating, but being bound to the earth at the same time. It was a wonderful, yet painful experience that you hadn’t expected to partake in until you were married off.

“There you go…” He whispered nonchalantly, working you through your sudden orgasm with shining eyes. All you could do was pant and whine, and it was a good look for you. According to Angel, anyways.

Though, you couldn’t help but want more.

Thankfully, he wasn’t done with you just yet.

[lokis-army-77]

Surprise for You

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2604

The Reader has gotten her nipples pierced and comes to surprise Eddie. He is impatient and wants to touch them but he can't. So one thing leads to another and he ends up eating her out.

Warning: 18+ Nipple piercings, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, vaginal fingering, squirting. use of princess, sweetheart, and one sweetness. The tiniest bit of mechanic!eddie

A/N: Inspired by this post by @love-toxin because I think it's hot and I also have mine done so..

Part 2 Masterlist (Taglist linked here)

It was on a whim that I had done it. One afternoon, without telling anyone, I drove myself over to the tattoo parlor and got my nipples pierced. Although it was more for myself than anyone else, I knew that Eddie, my boyfriend, would go absolutely wild for them. 

Even though I knew he would be crazy about the piercings, I couldn’t help but wring the bottom of my shirt in nervousness when walking through his trailer to surprise him. I had just waltzed in, having a key of my own and knowing he was most likely jamming out on his guitar in his room and wouldn’t be able to hear me if I knocked. 

When I walked through to his bedroom, I realized I was right as the sound of him practicing the guitar solo from the song Lifeforce on the recently released Vinnie Moore ‘Mind’s Eye’ album. He was really getting into the feel of the music, so much so that he hadn’t realized I had walked in and was now sitting behind him on his bed. 

When he was finally finished playing through the parts of the song he knew he turned around, almost flinging himself out of his seat in surprise at my being there. 

“Shit, Princess, don’t sneak up on me like that. ‘Bout made me have a heart attack.” He scolded, although smiling, as he stood up and gave me a short peck on the lips before going to hang his B. C. Rich up above his dresser. “How was your day?” He asks, coming to plop down next to me, pulling me into him as he laid down. 

I winced a tiny bit, expecting his hands to hit the brand new piercings, but they didn’t. I snuggled in closer to him, placing my hands atop his on my stomach. 

“My day was good. I actually got something today that I’ve been wanting and it also doubles as a surprise for you.” I smiled.

He leaned up on his elbow to look over my body at my face. I giggled as his hair fell down and tickled my nose and cheek. “A surprise?” His eyebrows rose with his question.

“Yeah, do you wanna see?” I turned slightly so I could see him easier. 

“Do I ever.” He was giddy as he sat up, waiting on me to show him his surprise. 

I laughed at his excitement. “Okay, but you have to close your eyes until I tell you, okay Eds?”

Quickly he closed his eyes, squeezing them tight. I shook my head at him with a smirk ghosting my lips. Standing to my feet, I planted myself directly in front of him, almost between his spread legs at the edge of the bed. Gently I took off my t-shirt and bra, shivering as the cooler air met the skin of my very sensitive nipples causing them to harden into stiff peaks. The two little barbels glinted in the yellow lighting of the room, making me smile, still not able to believe I had actually gone and gotten this done.

“You ready?” I questioned, still a little nervous about what he would think. 

“I’m so ready.” He was practically vibrating in his seat. 

“Okay then, open up.” I stood there, bare prested in the middle of his room, arms held behind my back so my chest would stick out a bit more as I presented him with the two new piercings. 

Eddie snapped his eyes open immediately. “Shit,” he breathed, eyes widening as the saw the tiny metal balls hugging against my nipples. “Fuck, princess, you got your nipples pierced?” He began to reach his hand out to touch one of them but I quickly slapped his hand away.

“No touching for a while. Got to let them heal.” I tutted. 

“Damn,” He let out a long huff. “How long?” 

“At least six months. Could be more, could be less. It all depends on how my body heals.” 

“Fuck baby, six months? I can’t wait that long.” Eddie grabbed at my hips, bringing me closer to him, slotting me between his legs. 

“I know, you are such an impatient person Eddie Munson.” I kissed his lips softly. 

When I pulled back his eyes went immediately to my breasts, inspecting them more closely. I watched him intently, as he swallowed thickly and licked his lips. “I just wanna touch them so bad.” 

“I know.” I played with the hair falling over his shoulders. “Maybe I’ll let you help clean them, but you’ll have to wash those grimy mechanic hands of yours.” 

“Hey, my hands aren’t grimy.” He scoffed looking up at me. 

“Really, Eds?” I just laughed.

“Really, but I guess I can scrub them down for you.” He smirked.

“Ever the gentleman aren’t you?”

“I try.” He shrugged his shoulders going back to admiring the piercings. “God, that's so fucking hot.” 

His hands were rough on my hips as he pulled me into his lap, placing them around to hold onto my back, keeping me steady on him. I shivered at the feeling of his cold rings on my skin. Slowly as to not disturb the sensitive flesh, he began to place soft kisses along the skin of my breasts, mindful to keep away from the piercings. 

“I’ll just have to settle for this then.” He murmured against my skin. 

My fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly. “Careful Eddie,” A short breathless moan left my mouth. I couldn’t help it as my hips began to buck against his lap, searching for anything to help relieve the pressure building in my stomach. 

As I ground down on him, I gasped at the feeling of his hard cock, the head just barely grazing my clothed clit. Eddie moaned, pushing my hips with his hands, aiding in my movements. 

“Fuck, princess.” He began to kiss up my sternum straight to my neck. 

“Need to feel you,” I whimpered as my nipples barely brushed against his Metallica shirt. The constant dull throbbing around the piercings sent a pained shock to my stomach as I pulled away from him letting out a cry in shock. 

Eddie stopped his movements immediately, pulling back further and reaching for my face with one of his hands. “You okay, Sweetheart?” 

I nodded, eyes watering. “Yeah, I’m okay, just accidentally pressed them up against you.” I leaned down to meet his lips, giving him a sweet kiss, so grateful for his caring nature. “Think I need to put my bra back on, the pressure helps with the ache. 

“Whatever you want, Sweetness, although I’ll be sad to see the girls go.” He chuckled, leaning back on the bed to grab at my bra which I had thrown up there earlier. 

I carefully pulled the bra on, sighing at the tiny bit of relief it brought. Eddie’s hands rubbed soothing circles on my back as he watched me, waiting patiently.

“Do you still want to?” he asked, the question fading off before he finished.

“Yeah, just go slow. I don’t think my boobs need to be jostled around too much.” I gave him confirmation as if my hips beginning to grind down on him again wasn’t clue enough. 

“I can do that.” 

Eddie slowly laid back on the bed, bringing me with him, then carefully moved to where I was laying under him. He slotted his hand behind my neck, pulling me up to kiss my lips deeply before crawling down my body and unbuttoning the top of my skinny jeans. 

Goosebumps appeared on my skin as he slowly slid the fabric down my legs. “Eddie,” I breathed, reaching out for him. “Need to feel you.”

“Don’t worry, Princess, you will here in a second.” He had thrown my jeans somewhere in the room and was now looping his fingers through the elastic of my panties and pulling them down and off as well.

I moved uncomfortably as the air hit my hot cunt, a shiver ran up my spine. Eddie, taking his time, traced his fingers up and down my legs, spreading them inch by inch until he was able to position himself between them fully. 

His lips joined his fingers, trailing open mouth kissed along my inner thighs all the way up to there the apex, yet he did not place a kiss on where I needed him most. My hips moved on their own as he placed another kiss so close to my cunt yet not close at all. His hands wrapped around my legs and held me in place. 

“Quit moving or I won't give you what you want.” His voice was rough but not as domineering as it usually was when we had sex.

“No, no, please. I won’t move, just please touch me.” It was so easy for me to beg under him, pleading with him to destroy me. 

“Will you? Will you be a good girl for me?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” I whimpered, “Always you’re a good girl.” 

At that, I placed one last kiss on my thigh before unhooking his right hand from around my leg and bringing his fingers up to proud at my weeping slit. Eddie had barely touched me and I was as wet as I had ever been. I let out a long satisfied moan when his middle finger finally slipped into the heat of my cunt. 

“So fucking needy aren’t you? You so wet, did showing me your new piercings make you all horny, Princess?” Eddie teased as he took his finger out of my entrance and swirled it up and around my throbbing clit. 

“Mmhm.” I nodded as he continued to circle my clit torturously slowly. 

As I relaxed into his touch, he brought his head closer, his hair tickling my thighs. “I can’t wait to have you under me, writhing as I play with those pretty little nipples. Bet they’ll be even more sensitive than they used to be. Fuck.” Eddie groaned into my skin before licking a long hot stripe up my cunt. 

“Ah! Eddie.” His name came out like a cry from my lungs. One of my hands flung down to capture his hair, pushing him further into my pussy. 

The hand that had been rubbing my cunt snapped up, gripping my wrist, pulling my hand away from him. He pulled away, and I whined at the loss of his tongue lapping at my juices. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Sweetheart.” He tsks. “I’m going easy on you because you’re healing, so don’t push your luck. Of do you want me to cuff you to the bed? Hum?” 

“M’sorry Eddie.” I moved my hands up over my head, looking at him through heavy eyes. 

“Don’t do it again,” he chided then dove right back into my cunt. 

I held the pillow at my head like a vice, knowing that the extraordinary pleasure Eddie was bringing me would cause me to try and push him further into me again. 

The feel of his tongue flat on my clit had me arching my back and whimpering at the sudden throbbing of my nipples. The near-constant soreness and discomfort aided in my arousal. I could feel my excitement gushing out and so could Eddie as he moaned into me. He had traveled down further, delving his tongue into my hole, drinking me up. 

Every little moan and hum he made against my skin sent a vibration through my cunt deep within my core, pushing my elevatable orgasm closer. 

“Fuck,” I mewled as he moved back up to continuously cuck and nip at my clit while he inserted both his middle and ring fingers into me, working me up. 

I couldn’t help but almost scream when Eddie curled those two fingers up into the spongy walls of my cunt, massaging them the way he know would have me cumming within seconds. My hands gripped the pillow harder and I tried to keep from thrashing about. 

“Please, so close.” The words came out in a moan deep from my gut as I felt my cunt contracting around his deft fingers. 

He added his index finger next, fucking them faster up into me. My legs shook, clamping around his head as the sensations were starting to become too much. The knot in my stomach was slowly snapping and soon it would break. 

“Eddie! Fuck! Shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m cumming.” I wailed, tears prickling in my eyes as I tried to hold my pleasure back. 

Eddie pushed my right leg off his head so he could pull away from my clit with a sloppy pop sound. “Hold it for just a second, Princess. Hold it for me.” 

“Can’t, s’too much.” My words were sharp as he continued to drive his fingers in at a great speed. 

“Yes, you can.” He said as he placed his other hand on my clit and started to rub it almost lightning fast. 

I was screaming now, tears overflowing from my tightly shut eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer. “Please. Eddie, please I-I need to cu-um now.” I was almost choking on my moans and it was near impossible to get those words out. 

“Okay. You can let go now.” He gave his permission, still focused on stimulating my cunt. 

My body went taut, back arching in an almost exorcist-like way. Every muscle in me was unyielding, keeping me locked up as I came, a surge of my juices spraying out over Eddie and his bed. 

The wet, sloshing sound of Eddie’s fingers still pounding into me pervaded the air as I continued to squirt. Guttural screams left my body as the pleasure became absolutely too much. My hands shot down to his, pushing him away from my sensitive cunt. 

Breathing was hard as I came down to earth again from being so high in the clouds. They were jagged and sharp like I had just finished running a marathon. My limbs felt like jelly, limply falling to the bed with no more strength to hold them up. 

Eddie ran his calloused hands along my skin, calming my body and its random after-sex spasms. He eventually crawled up the bed to look at my face, smiling down at me he gave me a tender kiss. 

“You did amazing, Sweetheart. Did so good for me.” Another kiss, his hands tangled in my hair. 

I was tired now, completely fucked out and exhausted. I tried to snuggle up to him as he continued to pepper my face with small kisses. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, okay?” 

“Okay.” I smiled. 

“And while we’re at it I can clean these too.” He smirked, placing a kiss on the top of each breast.” 

I groaned. “I mean it, Eddie, you have to wash your hands really really good. I don’t want you giving me an infection.” 

He lifted his hands defensively. “I won't. I promise to wash them extra good.” 

“Fine.” 

Eddie stood from the bed and went bounding out of the room. 

“Wait, Eddie come back,” I called out, listening for his footsteps. His head popped around the doorframe almost instantly. 

“Yeah?” 

“I bought some saline solution to clean them with, it’s on the couch in the grocery bag. Get it and some q-tips too.” 

“Alrighty, I’ll be right back.”

Laying back in Eddie’s bed I couldn’t help but think what the next six months would bring, what would happen once the piercings could be played with. I shook my head, toes curling at the mental image. 

I guess we will just have to wait and see.

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golden hour part three — happy & sad

summary — "You turn and stare at him as he sleeps, observing his parted lips, messy hair, and the rings on his fingers that he almost never takes off."

warnings — swearing, underage drinking, overconsumption of alcohol, getting physically sick from alcohol consumption, mention of food, implied physical violence

wc — 4k

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     The Boneyard on a Friday night remains one of your favorite places to be — even after all this time. You’d come hours ago with Kiara and John B, given that JJ and Pope were doing nighttime grocery runs for Heyward and promised to come by when they finished. 

Even though you’d initially wanted to wait on them, you found your way to drunk very quickly and use it to your advantage by dancing with some random touron. Kiara is dancing with John B beside you, grabbing your hand and laughing every time the two of you lock eyes. 

The sun sets, the music grows louder, you get drunker, and everything else seems to melt away. You lean into the guy you’re dancing with and completely relax, letting yourself feel the music. 

“Y/N,” Kiara calls to you, watching you drunkenly pull your head up, “We’re gonna go talk to JJ and Pope.”

You shake your head, “They’re not here.”

“Yes, they are,” she chuckles, “Keep enjoying yourself. We’ll come back.”

Assuming she’s mistaken, because JJ would come get you if he were here, you just shrug and nod, keeping the rhythm of your hips steady against this guy. You feel him lean down and brush his lips over your shoulder, then your neck, and before you can help yourself, you turn around to face him. 

“What’s your name?” you question him. 

He smirks, “Austin.”

“Wanna make out, Austin?”

This question is how you find yourself with your back against the cold sand, a little ways up the beach from the party. Austin is on top of you, kissing the soul out of you — not that you’re complaining. His hips grind into yours and you let each sound escape your lips, not caring if he wants to hear them or not. 

You feel him reach between the two of you and unbutton your shorts, but it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. In fact, you shove your hips up, meeting his shallow thrusts and eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Break it up. That’s enough.”

Your eyes open and move off to the side, where you see JJ spinning around above you. John B stands close by, Pope even further back with Kiara. You groan, but Austin continues his pursuit of your neck — that is, until JJ shoves him off of you. 

“What the fuck?” Austin groans, “Mind your business.”

JJ snickers, “This is my business. What, buddy, you’re gonna fuck on a public beach? Do you even have a condom?”

When Austin clenches his jaw, JJ laughs. You sit up on your elbows, glaring at each of your friends individually. 

“Seriously?” you huff, slurring slightly as JJ kneels in the sand beside you. 

“Seriously,” he confirms, buttoning your shorts back up, “Come on, killer. Up you go.”

You swat at his chest at the term, causing him to laugh, but you don’t return it. You need to stand but want to be stubborn, but when JJ offers his hands, you accept. H he helps you up, leaving an arm around your waist to keep you upright.

“What, boyfriend?” Austin questions as he stands. 

“If I say yes, do I get a free pass to punch the shit out of you?” JJ challenges. 

“Go ahead and try,” Austin replies, stepping forward. 

JJ tugs you back while John B steps forward, placing his palm on Austin’s chest. It stops him from coming any closer, and when he sees the expression on John B’s face, he relaxes. 

“Walk away,” John B advises, then adds, “Now.”

You feel JJ shift and look down at you, keeping his grip tight on your waist.

“What, I pick up an extra shift delivering groceries and you have to go find attention somewhere else?” he teases. 

You feel your annoyance bubble in your chest, not finding any part of his jokes funny tonight. 

You roll your eyes, “What? You can hook up with random tourons but I can’t?”

“Y/N/N—” JJ starts, but Kiara stops him. 

“Let’s go home,” she grumbles, “Good beer’s gone, anyway.”

John B snorts, “Y/N drank it all.”

You ignore them, wanting to squirm away from JJ but knowing you won’t remain upright if that happens. 

Silently, JJ guides you back to the van, where Pope hops in the driver’s seat. JJ, with the help of Kiara, get you in the van, laughing only slightly when you collapse and lay down on the floor. You don’t care. The van is spinning and your stomach is twisting and all you can think about is finishing what you started with Austin. 

The ride back to John B’s feels like forever, but also like one second, before John B pulls open the back door and JJ is lifting you up and out. 

“I can walk fine,” you insist, pulling away from him. 

“I’m just trying to help you,” JJ says, his voice quieter than usual. 

“Help me?” you chuckle, “Let me get this straight. You get to the Boneyard, you don’t come say hi to me, then stop a totally cute guy from hooking up with me?”

“Y/N, he didn’t have a condom,” he fires back. 

“You didn’t know that ‘til you had already interrupted!” you exclaim, swaying a bit in your stance. 

“Okay, fine, you’re right,” JJ holds his hands up in defense, “I just stopped you from potentially getting an STD, pregnant, or arrested. Please, forgive me.”

You’re too drunk to take in the sarcasm in his tone, and instead, you shake your head. 

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Okay,” JJ shrugs, clearly unaffected, “Now, let’s go inside and get some water in you. We have Cheetos, too.”

You purse your lips, “Puffs or regular?”

You watch JJ grin at the question, completely rooted where he stands even though everyone else has gone inside. 

“Y/N/N,” he groans playfully, “Puffs. Of course.”

You squeal and lunge at him, thankful that he catches you instead of toppling over as you hug him. His hands meet the exposed skin on your back as he grips you tightly against him. 

“Okay, I forgive you,” you mumble into his neck.

“Thank you.”

He spins you around in his arms, trying to make you laugh, but it only makes your stomach spin.

“Oh, shit, don’t do that,” you grumble. 

He laughs, “Sorry. C’mon.”

JJ guides you right into the kitchen, where Kiara, Pope, and John B have already cracked open beers. You pluck John B’s right out of his hand and take a big sip, grinning when he playfully flicks your arm and grabs another. 

As if to mock your movement, JJ plucks the beer bottle right out of your grip, quickly replacing it with a water bottle. 

“Hey!” you whine. 

“Drink,” he replies, smirking, “Before you try to hook up with Pope.”

“Dude, gross,” Pope scoffs. 

Kiara laughs, missing the way Pope looks over at her in admiration at the sound. Your eyebrows furrow and you collapse in the chair beside Pope, poking his cheek. 

“It would be gross to hook up with me?” you ask, daring him to answer. 

He scoffs, “Y/N, I mean, you’re — well, you’re you.”

“Yes,” you nod, leaning into him with a troublesome smile, “And I’d show you a great time.”

“Alright,” JJ declares loudly, abandoning his beer bottle on the table, “She’s done.”

You have no idea what that statement means, but you don’t have time to find out. Without warning, JJ picks you up from your seat and tosses you over his shoulder, where the room immediately starts to spin. 

“Oh, God, JJ, put me down,” you groan. 

JJ ignores you, instead, turning around, “John B, Cheetos.”

You listen as John B tosses the bag across the kitchen and into JJ’s one free palm. 

“JJ, seriously,” you pout, “I’m gonna throw up. Right now.”

“No, you’re not,” he grunts.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” John B sings, patronizing you as he fades in the kitchen. 

JJ carries you through the back hallway and into the room designated his — when he stays here. Without a word, he plops you down on his bed and watches as you groan and shift around on the bed, drunkenly trying to find your way. Eventually you’re laying flat on your back, glaring at him harshly with your arms crossed at your chest. 

“What?” he laughs at your expression. 

“I’m not a child, Maybank.”

As if to prove you wrong, JJ raises a brow and tosses a full back of Cheetos puffs at you. The bag hits you square in the chest and lands in front of you on the bed, and for a moment, you remain strong in your eye contact. You purse your lips when you feel yourself breaking, and all at once, you look down and lunge for the bag. 

“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, “Here.”

He sets your bottle of water down on his nightstand as you tear open the bag, excited to get to the goodness inside. 

JJ takes a seat on the edge of the bed while you plant yourself firmly in the middle. You watch him untie his boots as you reach into the bag, pulling out two Cheetos and eating them both greedily.

For a moment, the room is filled only with your crunches and groans of approval at the taste, along with JJ’s husky laughter at how much you’re enjoying the food. When you swallow the bite down, he turns and looks up at you, bringing a thought to your mind. 

“You’re not fucked up,” you blurt. 

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“Why not?”

JJ shrugs and makes himself comfortable, lying down across the foot of the bed, now. 

“Didn’t feel like it,” he replies simply. 

You roll your eyes, scooting closer to him mindlessly. 

“You always feel like it,” you disagree, “You felt like it on my sixteenth birthday. You felt like it an hour before graduation. You felt like it—”

“Okay, Y/N/N, I get it,” he laughs, placing an innocent hand on your thigh to stop you, “I just— it didn’t feel right tonight.”

“Why not?” you repeat, Cheetos forgotten. 

JJ groans, “What’s with twenty questions? Can’t you just eat your Cheetos and tell me some random, long story that neither of us really care about?”

You sit back, causing his hand to slip from your thigh. The Cheeto bag crinkles in your lap, but you don’t care. 

“I don’t tell random, long stories,” you protest, “I tell good, short stories.”

“Not when you’re drunk,” he fires back. 

Before you can reply, he plucks the Cheeto bag from your lap and sets it down in front of him, where he extracts a handful and eats them before you can protest. Snatching the bag back, you do the same, until both of you are laughing with your mouths full. 

“So,” you start again, inching toward him once more, ignoring the fact that there’s a whole bed worth of space when he’s near, “Pope really wouldn’t hook up with me?”

JJ laughs, and it’s loud and long, and makes you pout. You’re teasing him, kind of, and whack his shoulder when he doesn’t stop laughing. 

“Are you trying to hook up with Pope?” he questions, clearly aware of the answer. 

“No!” you exclaim, “Just don’t get why the idea disgusted him so much.”

JJ’s lips meet in a line, hesitating before he whispers, “Yeah, neither do I.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, finding the color of blue you usually see is darker tonight. You swallow when you feel your stomach turn, and at this point, you’re not sure exactly what’s causing it.

It isn’t until you move, catching the scent of the Cheetos bag, that everything hits you all at once. JJ watches your face change and immediately knows, needing no words. 

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.

You’re off the bed and out of the room in a few seconds flat. You make it into the bathroom and over the toilet just before you empty your stomach contents there, unable to even close the door behind you. 

JJ steps inside a moment after you, lifting your hair into a makeshift ponytail into his fist. His other hand meets your back and gently strokes up and down. 

“You’re okay,” he whispers to you, “Just let it out.”

“Fuck,” you swear, collapsing onto the floor. 

“Feel better?” he asks, sitting down right beside you. 

“I don’t know.”

He chuckles dryly and starts to pick at a loose thread on his shorts. Silence falls over the bathroom as both of you listen to Kie, John B, and Pope laugh and joke in the kitchen. 

“Hey, guess what?” he says suddenly, reaching into his pocket, “I’ve got my second contribution to the fund. Plus ten for—-”

“I know, I know,” you groan, making him laugh as he holds up a small wad of cash, “I’ll put some money in tomorrow, too.”

“Cool,” he replies.

“Thanks for holding my hair back,” you mumble.

He chuckles, “You still drunk?”

“Oh, God, I don’t know,” you whine.

He smiles his wide, happy smile, then stands up and gestures to his room. 

“I’m gonna go get rid of the Cheetos evidence and get you some clothes to sleep in. Don’t move.”

You wave him off and throw your head back against the wall, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your stomach. When JJ returns, it’s with boxer shorts and a tee shirt — and a smirk at the sight of you on the bathroom floor. 

“Want any help changing?” he asks. 

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you perv,” you grunt, standing up all on your own. 

“How does that make me a perv?”

You know he’s only one second away from laughing his head off, so you just shake your head.

“It just does,” you say, “Go.”

“Fine. Come to my room when you’re changed.”

You nod to show him that you heard him, then close the bathroom door. You stare at yourself in the mirror, which is only slightly spinning now, and then change your clothes. Once you look and smell like JJ, you make your way to his bedroom. 

He’s shirtless and already laying in his bed; hair messy and eyes tired. He takes one look at you and smiles, then scoots over on the mattress to make room for you. 

Hitting the light, you crawl into the bed and greedily pull his comforter up and over. He laughs into the darkness when the majority of the blanket leaves him, forcing him to scoot closer to you. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He swallows, “Are you bummed it’s me you’re falling asleep next to instead of that touron?”

You smile and shake your head against his pillow, then take your leg and kick his with your own. 

“No,” you reply, “No other guy would’ve held my hair.”

He laughs, “Glad to be of service.”

You smile and resituate the comforter once more. He lets you, not complaining once. 

“Goodnight, J,” you whisper.

“See you in the mornin’,” he replies lazily, “Don’t throw up on my bed.”

You kick him again for that, listening to his chuckle. 

“Shut up.”

“Teasing, teasing,” he laughs, “Goodnight.”

As the word leaves his lips, his arm meets your stomach. He pulls you back to him, then fixes the blanket once more. You don’t say a word — too afraid to even breathe for a moment. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and beg the nausea from the alcohol to go down, because you don’t want to move from his position for a very long time.

     When you wake, you can tell it’s still early. JJ’s still asleep beside you; his leg tossed over your own under the sheets. You turn and stare at him as he sleeps, observing his parted lips, messy hair, and the rings on his fingers that he almost never takes off. He’s shirtless, and his golden skin peeks out from underneath the comforter. 

You blame your pounding head for what thought comes next. 

How many girls have laid here? Thinking this exact same thing? 

With a long sigh, you shake your head and get up from the bed, tossing the blankets over him as you do. He stirs, but only rolls over on his side, showing you a full view of his back. 

You wander into the bathroom only to find John B up and in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a mug of coffee. Deciding to join him, he smiles when he sees you hobble out of the back hall.

“She lives,” he teases, “Heard you throwing up last night.”

“Once,” you reply, grabbing the bottle of aspirin on the counter, “Doesn’t even count.”

He laughs, rising to pour you a cup of coffee as you sit down and dry swallow the pills. Your stomach still twists and turns, so you decide not to eat anything just yet. 

“So,” he starts, “J told me about your little fund.”

“He did?”

John B nods, “He had to. I asked him for grocery money and he had two dollars in his pocket.”

Fuck, you think. 

John B sets the mug down in front of you and takes his seat again, watching as you start biting your nails. 

“I’ve got a few bucks in my wallet to cover him,” you say quietly. 

“Y/N, it’s fine,” he shakes his head, “I don’t mind. He works his ass off, it’s not like he’s laying around eating all my food. It’s all good.”

You just nod. Both of you sip from your mugs, listening to the birds chirp outside. Once your mug empties and you tire of recapping the night with John B, you stand and take your mug to the sink. 

“I should get home,” you tell him.

He nods and gives you a wave as you pass by, heading back into JJ’s room to collect your stuff. He’s still asleep, but even as quiet as you are, his raspy, morning voice still meets your ears.

“What are you doing?”

You groan, shorts halfway pulled up your legs, “I have to get home. I’m changing, don’t look.”

“Or what?”

“JJ.”

He laughs but does as instructed and keeps his back to you while you pull your shorts all the way up. You don’t bother changing your shirt, and instead, slide your shoes on before heading for the door. 

“So, you really are a’ hit it and quit it’ type of girl, huh?” 

Your brows furrow, “Excuse me?”

He chuckles and rolls over, taking you in for the first time this morning. He smiles lazily and runs a hand through his hair, forcing you to increase your concentration on the conversation. 

“I’m just saying, I’m feeling a little used. You’re just bailing first thing in the morning.”

You roll your eyes, “Bye.”

“Wait,” he stops you, sitting up on his elbow, “Take that money and put it in the box.”

“Okay.”

You grab his shorts from last night off the floor and dig through the pockets until you find the wad of cash, then tuck it into your back pocket. 

“Want me to walk you?” he asks, although he clearly doesn't want to, given how he’s cuddling back into the mattress. 

“No, I’ll be fine,” you reply, “Later.”

“Later,” he replies lazily, tossing a wave up in the air as you close his bedroom door. 

     The walk home is quiet — not a lot of activity is expected early on the weekends. It normally only takes you about ten to get home, but you slow down due to the expectation of finding your dad home this morning. 

It isn’t until you round the very last bend that you hear yelling. You can’t make out the words, but you start to walk faster toward the house. As you get closer, you recognize your dad’s voice, then, you realize the other belongs to Barry. 

You blame your anger at the situation on being hungover; storming onto the porch and into the house, where the two men stand on opposite sides of the room. Beer bottles are broken on the floor and both of them look pissed. Your father even sports a bloody lip.

“What the hell is this?” you question, looking at your dad. 

Barry laughs, “Oh, there she is. The pretty princess. Where’s your leash? Your puppy dog’s gonna get lost.”

Knowing he’s talking about JJ, you toss Barry a glare. His smirk only widens. 

“Dad,” you try again, “Answer me.”

“I already told you, sweetheart,” Barry chimes in again, “I never forget when a debt is owed to me.”

“Shut up,” you demand. 

“I owe him money,” your dad finally confesses, swallowing as he looks to the floor instead of you. 

Silence falls over what used to be your home as you stare at your dad — already having known this information. You wonder if he’s high now; if any of this feels worth it to him. 

Your attention shifts to Barry, “Get out.”

He grins, “Not ‘til I get my money.”

Barry takes a step closer to you, and with a deep breath, you look over at your dad. He watches Barry’s movements with caution, and you ignore the dilation in his eyes. 

“How much?” you ask your dad. 

His jaw shifts, but he doesn’t answer. The shame is written all over his face. When it becomes clear he’s never going to give you an answer, you look over at Barry and raise your brows, silently repeating the question. 

“Shit, for you?” Barry smirks, “I can go easy on you if you just ask, sweetheart.”

“How much, Barry?” you repeat. 

“Fifty, now,” he answers, stepping closer, “And another fifty next week. I know that waitress job don’t pay you jack shit.”

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you come to the only conclusion possible to get Barry out of your home. 

“Hold on,” you say weakly, side-stepping him. 

He laughs cruelly as you go to your room and pull the small wad of cash from your back pocket. You count it quickly, pausing when you realize how much is there. 

Thirty-two dollars. 

He’d tried to outdo you the same way you outdid him last week. Suppressing your guilt, you drag the shoebox from under your dresser and gather up the bills, already thinking up ways to make the money back before JJ finds out. 

With a very long exhale, you put the box back under your dresser and exit your room, finding Barry standing at the edge of the hall. He grins when he sees the bills in your hand and steps toward you, ignoring your father’s protest. 

“How much money you got back there, darlin’?” he questions you, forcing your back against the wall. 

“Take you fucking money,” you spit, shoving the cash into his chest. 

He grabs ahold of it and laughs, his eyes taking their time raking over every single feature on your face. 

“You know, there are other ways you could pay off your daddy’s debts.”

“Get out,” you reply, shoving him back. 

He chuckles again but does as you say and steps back, then walks toward the front door. 

“I’ll be back, Eddie,” Barry calls out, “Pleasure doing business.”

The door slams shut behind him, and your eyes go straight to your dad. He’s standing in the exact same spot, still looking at the floor. You wait for a whole minute, letting him sit in discomfort and wondering if he’ll say anything. Eventually, he looks up at you and shakes his head. 

“I’ll pay you back,” he says quietly. 

“Yeah, you will,” you reply, “Clean this place up.”

You turn your back to him and go into your room, slamming the door behind you. Collapsing on your bed, you bury your face into your pillow and try not to scream. Suddenly, the presence of the shoebox feels astronomical; like you can’t get a deep breath in because it’s sucking all of the oxygen out of the room. 

When you pick your head up and stare at it, tucked underneath the darkness, part of you wishes you could hide there, too. 

Instead, you fall asleep on your bed, above the blankets, and ignore all of JJ’s calls for the day. You can’t lie to him, but you refuse to tell him. Which means only one thing. Absolute radio silence. At least until you come up with a plan.

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oh, what a sin [ii]

ii. old friends

part three.

pairing: danny x reader, sam x reader

a/n: ok i finally finished chapter two!! for some reason i'm nervous about this part lol i just had a little trouble writing this one so i hope it's ok! no smut this time just lots of angst :O i'm getting ready to ramp up the drama so i hope ur all ready. shit's gonna get messy. hope u like. ok love u bye <3

genre: angst, some miniscule fluff (if u squint lol)

word count: 3.4k

summary: tensions rise as danny and the reader have a moment alone. her only comfort is sam's embrace.

warnings: angst, panic attacks, swearing, mentions of sex, etc.

Thoughts swimming wildly, you put on a fake smile and forced down your food. Sam sat beside you on Josh’s blanket in the grass, talking animatedly with his sister and Josie as he ate. You eyed him every now and again; he was, for once, oblivious to the thousands of thoughts racing through your head. Luckily, Ronnie was doing a decent job of distracting him from your rigid posture less than a foot away. You were pretending to watch Josh’s display of his best party trick (doing a headstand without toppling over), but you could feel a pair of eyes watching you intently.

It took everything in your power not to glance over where Danny and Jake were chatting with Karen. You wanted nothing to do with him; the whole situation was wrong. How the hell were you supposed to figure out how to tell Sam you had slept with his best friend years before? And how were you supposed to keep it from becoming an ongoing issue? Especially considering the fact that you still had dreams about Danny… Still thought about that one night with him fondly. No. You wouldn’t be able to be around him.

As Josh tumbled over into the grass for the fourth time, you felt Sam’s fingers curling around your elbow. Your plate sat practically untouched on your plate in front of you, and he had finally noticed. 

“You okay, sweets?”

You pulled your half-assed attention away from his brother. Meeting that soft gaze, your worries almost melted away. Concern played on his features, his brow furrowed slightly above those chestnut brown eyes. He was frowning.

“Sorry,” you said, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, one of his hands coming around to cradle your face gently. “Just feeling a little nauseous.” It wasn’t an outright lie; your stomach had been rolling for the past half an hour, ever since Danny waltzed into the kitchen looking just as attractive as he had all those years ago. 

“Ready to head out?” Sam’s voice was a whisper against your skin. He rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort you. The gesture eased your anxiety slightly, but it did not dull the burning stare you could feel coming from his best friend. 

“No,” you said, not wanting to rush him away from spending time with his family. “No, I think it’s just the heat.”

“Drink some water, baby,” Sam passed you a chilled bottle of water. You took it gratefully, trying to hide the trembling of your hands.

“You look pretty pale, Y/N,” said Josh. He finally gave up on his headstand, now mirroring the concerned face of his little brother beside you. “Maybe you should lay down in the guest room.”

You smiled sheepishly, “Oh, no, I don’t think it’s that serious–”

“I think you should,” Sam agreed. 

“Sammy, really, I’m okay–”

“It would make me feel better,” he said earnestly, those big eyes seeing straight through you. You cursed him in your head. It was so hard to resist him.

“All right, fine,” you sighed heavily. The water made you feel slightly less queasy, but laying down didn’t sound too bad at that point. You could use a few minutes alone, away from all the hustle and bustle to think. 

“I’ll show you the guest room,” Josh announced, rising to his feet.

“I think I can handle it, Josh, really.”

“Oh, no. What kind of host would I be? I insist.”

You laughed half-heartedly at his theatrics, but humored him. He led you through the backyard, and back into the house. The guest room was at the top of the stairs; the second room on the left. The dark curtains were splayed wide open, letting in the golden light from the sunset outside; the decor was very much maximalist– vintage photos hanging in picture frames, a bookcase full of old books and random little trinkets, emerald green wallpaper. In the corner sat a plush orange armchair, its upholstery faded with time. There were several multicolored pillows placed neatly on its cushion. A beaded curtain separated the bedroom from the large closet, where there were several flashy outfits on display. 

“Wow,” you said, taken-aback. You reached out to touch a hanging plant above your head, the little leaves shaped like hearts.

“Incredible, right?” Josh said, standing in the doorway admiring the room as much as you were. He looked like a proud father. “I’d like to take credit for this masterpiece, but a lot of this was left in the house when we bought it. The lady who owned the place before us was a true visionary.”

“So you gutted the rest?” You glanced at him as you kicked off your shoes, taking a seat on the fluffy duvet. At least a dozen pillows were piled on the bed, looking very welcoming after the long day you had. 

“Not really. Jake wanted to tone it down a bit, so we repainted most of the house. A lot of the furniture is vintage from the previous owner. We’ve got an old water bed in the other guest bedroom; Jake insisted we keep it. He thought it’d be a bit of fun,” Josh laughed, shaking his head. “Turns out it’s not as practical as he thought.”

You laughed, temporarily distracted from your dilemma downstairs. You were thankful for the bit of lighthearted conversation. “I can’t imagine that’d be an easy time,” you said, grinning. “Seems like something he’d find funny, though.”

“It is… definitely a conversation starter, at least.”

You nodded. “Well, thanks for lending me this room for the time being,” you sighed, kicking back and flopping down into the pillows. “Might take a nap.”

“I won’t keep you, then,” he said, winking. “Come calling if you need anything.”

“Mhmmm,” you replied, now sprawled out with your eyes closed. The sweet escape of sleep was looking more delicious as every second passed. The door thumped softly behind Josh as he left. 

By yourself, you were feeling a bit better; there was no creeping feeling of being watched behind your back, no worrying about Sam seeing the anxiety painted on your face, no threat of being exposed for your secret. You never thought this was something that you would have to deal with; things were much easier when Sam never had to know about your one night stand from years before. But now that it was his best friend…

You cringed at the thought. How was he supposed to react to that?

You were very close to spiraling when the door to the guest room creaked open; expecting Sam, you turned over to face the intruder. Your throat tightened immediately as Danny stepped into the room instead; he looked almost angry standing there.

“What are you doing up here?” you hissed, sitting straight up. 

Danny scoffed. “I could ask you the same,” he said plainly. 

“We can’t be up here alone,” you said. “Imagine how that would look to Sam.”

“Sam doesn’t know anything. For all he knows, we just met today.”

“Why’d you come up here anyway?”

He brushed his dark curls out of his face, shrugging from his place in front of the door. He leaned back against it, his body weight holding it shut. 

“I had to see you again. Had to make sure it was you.” He watched you with those observant eyes; they glowed a deep honey brown in the golden light spilling through the window behind you. You studied the shadows cast over his angular features, highlighting them beautifully. Despite how badly you wanted him to leave the room, everything about him was art standing there. There was no helping the physical attraction you still felt for him; his ghost haunting you for the past few years had done nothing to dull the affection you felt for him, even without knowing his name or anything the entire time. 

“It’s me,” you said, shaking your head. You wanted to laugh at the whole situation; it was like something out of a soap opera. Some luck you had. 

There was a brief, yet loaded silence between the two of you. The tension laid between you, suspended in the air like an invisible fog. It was almost palpable, wrapping around the both of you and pushing you closer together. 

“I’ve told him about you before,” said Danny suddenly.

“What?” you asked, your eyebrows pulling together.

“Told him about that night, all that time ago,” he continued. “When I was performing with that shitty band based out of Detroit, before all of this.”

“What’d you say?”

“What could I say? I didn’t know your name. Barely knew anything about you,” he laughed. It was a humorless noise, almost bitter. “You were just a girl in a bar; the hardest person in the world to get out of my head.”

“Sorry,” you said, though you weren’t sure what for. “I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

“Neither was I. You think you would be every thought in my head for the last three years if I had a choice?”

You swallowed hard. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You couldn’t sit here and do this. You hated that he had been thinking about you, too. Hated that you were stuck on his mind, in his thoughts, making his days harder. You didn’t want any of these feelings to be mutual. There was no way to admit that you knew you had fallen for him that night, too. How could you? You hadn’t even known his name.

“And now you’re with him… The universe has a really shitty sense of humor…”

“Tell me about it.”

“How’d you meet?”

You looked at him again. Behind his straight-faced facade, you could see the hurt behind his eyes. Something about it made you want him even more– that he cared enough about you that he would be hurt by the whole situation. Your stomach ached. 

“Some bar,” you muttered.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “It just keeps getting worse.”

You frowned. “I didn’t ask for this, Danny.”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door. “You met him in a bar. And what made you fall for him? What was different?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Everything was different,” you said, voice defensive. “It was a different place, a different time. I was a completely different person, for fuck’s sake.”

“And it was him, right?” He looked pained. 

“It has nothing to do with him,” you retorted. “It has everything to do with me. When we met, I was young and dumb, and messy. I went out to that bar looking for a quick fuck, and you knew that before we ever even touched each other.”

“And that was supposed to make it easier…” He let out a deep breath, as if he were trying hard to keep his composure. “You know, when I was watching you out there all over each other… I couldn’t help thinking that you were mine first…”

You bit your lip, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. You didn’t know what to say. 

“He used to call you my little bird,” he saw the look on your face, and continued, “Yeah, I told him about that. Saw you out there, little freebird. I told him how you’d walked into the room and everyone else just faded into the background.” You remembered him calling you that. It came up in your daydreams. Haunted you on lonely nights. 

A pang shot through your chest. You felt very suddenly like you were going to vomit on the hardwood floor. 

“Danny, please– can we do this later? I can’t take it–”

“He knew I was in love with you. I told him everything I could remember, every little detail– I mean, he’s my best friend. Fuck.”

“Did you expect him to know?”

“No, how could he? I never even got your name. Tried to find you for the longest time, though.” He shook his head. “There’s no way he would’ve guessed anyway. Doesn’t seem like you’re much the same.”

“You’re not either.”

“Not at all,” he sighed. There was so much left to say, so many questions going unanswered, but you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him anymore. It was too tempting; he was too tempting, standing there all tall and lean, curls splayed around his head glowing like a halo in the sunset. The juxtaposition of his appearance and how he was making you feel startled you; he felt like the furthest thing from an angel right now. 

“I should get out of here,” he said after a moment. You said nothing, but nodded. 

He slipped out of the bedroom, leaving you to your racing mind once again. You wanted Sam; he was always your comfort. You wanted to crawl under the covers with him, and bury your face in his neck. You wanted his slow breaths in your ear, his arms tangled around you. But how was he supposed to comfort you while you were heartbroken over his best friend? You had no one to tell, no escape from the reality staring you in the face. 

Danny’s hurt expression flashed behind your eyelids every time you blinked. The last time you saw each other, he was all teasing smirks and bright eyes. You hated this different version of him; this version that wanted you and couldn’t have you. If you had known he had been pining over you all of these years… It hurt more that you knew he felt the same. You should have left your number with him all that time ago. 

You remembered leaving his hotel room that night, slipping out of bed still wearing his stupid button-up shirt. It still hung in your closet at home, wrinkled and worn from years of use. At the time, it crossed your mind to leave a note, your name, your phone number, something. But you thought it would look desperate; after all, he had wanted a one night stand, too. Neither of you were looking for a commitment. 

You laughed to yourself, laying there with tears in your eyes. Life could be so funny, sometimes. 

Wiping your eyes, you told yourself not to be so ridiculous. How could you have seriously fallen in love with a total stranger? How could you even question your loyalty to Sam over a guy you slept with one time, years ago? The sex had been memorable because you hadn’t had a partner who satisfied you in a long time, but now… Well, you were perfectly happy in your relationship. Jovial, even. 

But, as you slipped off of the bed and padded downstairs, you only began to feel worse. You peeked out the backdoor at the others outside; another wave of nausea overcame you as you saw Sam and Danny joking around. They were laughing at something Josie was saying. The tears were back immediately–you felt like a complete villain. Your chest tightened, a lump forming in your throat as you stood there watching. You knew things could only get worse… How would you justify accidentally breaking up the life-long friendship between them?

More than anything, you just wanted to go home. You stood there wishing that Sam would come inside to check on you; he would see your teary eyes and your face drained of all its color and sweep you off to the car immediately. He would mutter comforting words to you as he held your hand on the car ride home, his thumb tracing hearts into your skin. He always knew just how to make you feel better. Thinking of this, you were on the brink of sobbing uncontrollably. You stood frozen in the hallway between the stairs and the kitchen still watching them. The muscles in your legs wouldn’t work; you needed to get back upstairs, or in the bathroom, or anywhere you wouldn’t be caught bawling your eyes out. 

But, as always, Sam knew you too well. He muttered something to Danny and Josie, then you saw him turning towards the house. He was coming to check on you. You forced yourself to turn away from the door, slipping into the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs. The door was half open behind you as you gripped the sink, your hands shaking.

You heard the sweet call of your name from the kitchen, and it sent your heart aflutter. He was the first and last person you wanted to talk to right now. It would break him if you told him what was actually wrong. It would break you to have to keep your secret. 

“Hey, sweets?” He was approaching the bottom of the stairs, noticing the sliver of light spilling out from the bathroom. “Hey,” he said, pushing the door open. “Josie said she thought she saw you–”

Your eyes finally met in the reflection, and you saw his smile fall into an expression of deep worry. In the mirror, you tore your gaze away and choked back a sob.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” He grasped your shoulders with the gentlest of touches, turning you to face him. You immediately buried your face in his shirt, your entire body racked with sobs.

“I– wanna go home,” you said shakily. You gripped his shirt with trembling hands, the fabric gripped in your fingers so tightly that it hurt. You never wanted to let him go, couldn’t let him go for fear of losing him. None of this would ever be worth losing your Sammy. You had to tell him, before it became deceitful.

He nodded immediately, “All right,” he said. “Okay, I’ll take you home, sweets. Come on.” Using the pads of his thumbs, he brushed the tears off of your face, and stroked your skin. He looked you in the eyes for a moment. 

“I need you to relax, Y/N,” his voice was hushed, almost afraid. He never called you Y/N. 

“I–I’m trying,” you gasped, trying to match his breaths. You were basically in full on panic mode, your nerves torn to shreds after the events of the afternoon.

“I know you are, honey,” he said. You focused on the feeling of his touch, finger caressing your cheek. You breathed in his scent, listened to the warm sound of his voice. He was holding you steady, grounding you. “That’s it. Just breathe…”

You matched his pace of breathing, your heart rate slowly sinking down to a normal level. Tears still trickled down your face, though you were no longer being strangled on your own sobs. He very delicately pulled you into his arms, hugging you as if you were made out of glass.

“You’re okay, sweets,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. Always.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on only him. You let his presence drown out all of your worries; the twinge of lemongrass essential oil mixed with his natural musk, the strong grasp of his arms encircling you, the tickle of the ends of his hair on your face. You melted into his embrace, finally able to clear your mind. 

“Thank you,” you breathed at last, when you felt almost back to normal. His lips pressed briefly to your hair, and he released you. He smiled at you, brushing your hair back off of your forehead. “How bad do I look?”

He managed a small laugh. “You don’t look bad, sweets,” he poked your cheek playfully. “You’re just red… Kinda cute, like a strawberry…”

You wrinkled your nose, swatting at his finger. “A strawberry, are you serious?” But you laughed. You laughed despite it all, and that was enough. 

“Go on to the car, my little strawberry,” he said, kissing your temple and passing you the car keys from his shirt pocket. “I’m gonna go get Rosie Posie, and say goodbye.” 

You followed his directions, slipping off to the car. You hated that you were giving the Kiszkas a good old Irish goodbye, but it made you feel much better to be out in Sam’s car, waiting for him to take you home. At least there, you could pretend that the latter half of today had never happened. Losing yourself in his embrace was the only thing you could think about. You needed more than anything to be alone with your Sammy, disconnected from the rest of the world.

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