#and now that I had a night to empty my mind Friday something happened with puppy making me terrified of loosing him

[brairslair]

(i debated whether or not to ask this anonymously)

so yknow how eddie has a W.A.S.P pin on his vest? can you plz write an eddieXreader scene inspired by their song

Animal (F*** Like A Beast) ?

😅😊

i absolutely love this reqqq, tysm for letting me run with this! hope you like how it turned out @nerdyhooker

Like an Animal - E.M.

18+ ONLY (minors please dni)

a/n: finally figured out an idea i liked for this, and i think it turned out pretty good! although i may have gotten a bit carried away lmao. not sure if this is as rough as you might have had in mind, but i tried to pull as much from the lyrics as possible! i hope you like what i ended up with <3

wc: 5.8k

cw: eventual smut, fem!reader, bartender!eddie + english teacher!reader, kinda fuckboy eddie vibes?, enemies to lovers vibes, light bondage (handcuffsss), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), oral (fem receiving), pet names (princess, sweetheart, honey, baby), technically drinking and driving, smoking (cigs + i don’t smoke so idfk what i’m talking about), brat reader but she gets super subby, kinda mean but soft dom eddie?, light dacryphilia, these idiots have been head over heels for each other since high school and neither of them knew it bc they’re stupid and stubborn, extremely vague mention of aftercare, not proof read, lmk if i missed anything!

don’t forget to like, reblog, follow, and comment to support my work! it always makes my day, mwah

“well if it isn’t the little princess”

Just like that, nine months down the drain. You massage your temples as you recall the past few days. The countless arguments between you and your, now ex, boyfriend form a persistent migraine between your eyes.

In hindsight, you really should have seen it coming. Your relationship had been rocky for months, but you were so busy with other obligations that you hadn’t had the time to confront any of it head on. Fortunately for you, he was more than willing to step up to the plate.

You wouldn’t let yourself admit it out loud, but you almost felt relieved with his absence in your small apartment. That was until you remembered the loss of his half of the rent.

Everything happened so fast, it was hard to process any of it. It all felt like it was swirling around and around too quickly for you to pick any one thing out. Your solution? Alchohol.

You grabbed your keys and hopped into your polished, clean, mint green beetle, setting off for the local dive bar. You could only recall one other time you had been to the small bar, having been dragged there by colleagues in the name of “bonding” after a particularly long day at work.

Drinking wasn’t something you did often, reserving a glass of wine for holidays and special events. Tonight, you decided you needed to make an exception.

As you parked and stepped out of your car, you felt nerves twist in your gut. The place was undoubtedly busy, which wasn’t shocking for a Friday night. People were smoking and talking out front, and you couldn’t help but notice how out of place you must’ve looked.

A knee length grey skirt fell loosely over your hips, paired with a rose colored, ruffled blouse, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings to top it off. Not a single tattoo in sight, and certainly no cigarette in hand. Your heels clicked against the pavement, smoothing down your skirt as you made your way inside.

The second you enter, you’re hit with a haze of smoke and the overwhelming smell of alchohol, nicotine, and sweat. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before you head for the bar.

You shuffle your way over to an empty stool at the front and take a seat, plopping your beaded purse on the counter. As you wait for the bartender to make their way to you, you take a better look at your surroundings. The place felt oddly cozy for being in such a frumpy looking building, and a band was playing some sort of aggressive rock song you had never heard before. Despite it being a little too loud, and a little too cluttered, you were already starting to relax a little.

“Hey there, what can I get for ya?”

You whip your head around at the voice, and your stomach instantly falls into your shoes. It would be impossible not to recognize the dark mop of curls that you got so used to seeing bouncing about the halls you shared all those years ago.

Although now it was pulled back into a sloppy bun at the back of his head, loose curls falling around his face. You’d hate to admit it, but he looked really nice.

“Well if it isn’t the little princess.” he laughs, and you feel your fists clench at the old nickname. “Didn’t think this was really your scene.”

“Well that would be a correct assumption, Munson.” you bite, bouncing back from the initial shock, “Unfortunately, it was the closest bar to my apartment, and I wasn’t in the mood to drive across town.”

Your grumbling makes you feel like a petulant child with a grudge, but you can’t help it. Eddie just always has getting on your nerves.

“I didn’t know you worked here, or I would have made the sacrifice.”

Eddie smiles his big, toothy, infuriatingly smug smile, and shakes his head, “You haven’t changed one bit, huh princess?”

“Don’t call me that.” you demand through gritted teeth, holding on to every ounce of restraint you have not to scream at him to just get you a drink.

He leans forward on the counter with a lopsided, goofy sort of expression, invading your space and ignoring your little outburst. “So what brings you in here tonight, princess? Boy troubles?” he mocks with a pouty tone.

You glare daggers into his skull, and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head. “Just a beer will do.”

He gives a small salute before leaving to get you your drink of choice.

The rest of the night is spent drinking, wallowing, and actively avoiding any and all interactions with the familiar bartender. The minimal interaction you did have involved him pushing every button in sight, and you fighting to maintain an ounce of self control.

Any time your eyes made their way over to him, of their own volition, his eyes were already on you. He had this look, like he knew something you didn’t, and it infuriated you. Oh how you hated him.

It had always been this way, ever since high school. He made it his mission to push you to your limit, and you always had to one up him somehow. It became almost like a game. You weren’t surprised to see he hadn’t changed after all this time. It was almost comforting in way, if you thought about it long enough.

As the night went on, the activity slowly started dying down, and the atmosphere got quieter. You were on your second beer of the night, trying to let the cold liquid take the edge off. Even still, you felt your fingers tap against the counter with anxiety.

How could he leave you to fend for yourself at the drop of a hat? After nine months? Did your relationship hold that little of value? How were you supposed to afford next quarter’s rent? There’s no way you could afford to live in your current apartment. You would have to move. How would you find somewhere decent to stay in such a short amount of time? You were screwed.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re gettin’ ready to close up.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts, looking up to see the one person you wanted to see the least right now. His expression was soft. Softer than you’ve ever seen it aimed in your direction. It made you want to dig your nails into his skin.

“You alright?”

The question takes you aback, your brows furrow at the uncharacteristic behavior. “Fine, thanks.” you mumble, taking another gulp of your drink.

He looks at you with what can only be described as sympathy, and you feel your chest tighten. “Wanna step out for a smoke?”

You mull over the words for a moment. The answer should be so simple. You don’t smoke. In fact, you’ve never smoked once in your life. Why would you ever agree to smoke with him of all people?

But then his hand is outstretched across the bar for you to take a cigarette, and his eyes look so… kind? You’ve never thought of that word to describe him before. Maybe it was the alchohol, or maybe he put some sort of curse on you, because suddenly you’re taking the cigarette and following him out front.

You can’t help but watch as his thumb flicks at the lighter, putting it up to your lips before bringing it to his own. You follow his lead inhaling the smoke, and then you’re instantly coughing and spluttering it back out of your lungs.

He laughs lightly as he cooly blows the smoke to the side to avoid getting it in your face. “I take it you’ve never smoked before? If you wanted to talk to me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up, Munson.” you spit out, face heating up with embarrassment as you make another attempt, ignoring the burning in your throat.

It’s silent for a while, before anyone decides to break it.

“So,” he starts, “You a big time writer now?” he asks, staring at the pavement.

He remembered you wanted to be a writer? You didn’t even think he knew that about you. “English teacher, actually. Hawkins High.”

He looks at you then, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his boot. “You stuck around that hell hole? No wonder you’ve still got that stick up your ass.”

You scoff bitterly, “Well I guess some of us are more academically inclined than others.” you glare, “I actually enjoy my job, shocking as that may be to you.”

“I'm sure you do, sweetheart.” Eddie replies smugly, causing you to grit your teeth as he leans against the brick wall of the building. "Gettin' to boss people around all day must be a dream come true for you." The parking lot is almost completely empty at this point.

Of course his civility was just a calm before the storm. You mentally pinch yourself for your momentary lapse of judgement. “God, you are such a-“

“Comedian? Kind soul? Sight for sore eyes?” he offers dramatically, eyes twinkling at your grimace.

“I was going for obnoxious, conceited, prick.” You hiss, stomping out your cigarette, “and I do not have a stick up my ass!” you shout, turning on your heel to leave.

Eddie rushes to catch up to you, laughing boyishly in a way that makes you speed up. “Aw come on, princess, don’t be like that. I was just teasing.”

“I said not to call me that-” You whip around to face him, and suddenly you’re practically chest to chest, craning your neck to meet his eyes. You’re so close you wonder if he can feel your heart racing behind your ribs.

Then he’s looking at you with that look. The one that makes your insides bubble over with fury. The one that makes you feel like he knows some sort of deep secret about you. It makes you want to slap him in his smug face. Yet, for some reason, you can’t seem to look away from his gaze.

Finally, you pull yourself away, and march over to your car. Just as you open your door, you hear a retreating shout of, “Next drink’s on me, princess!” and then you’re out of there faster than you can process your heaving chest and shaky hands.

After that, you somehow end up back in that same bar every Friday. Some sort of force, unbeknownst to you, seemed to draw you in like a magnet. As promised, the next drink was on him… and the next, and the next, no matter how many times you tried to refuse.

No matter how much you tried to talk yourself out of it, you always ended up sitting on the same stool, at the same time, with the same drink in your hand. Every week, without fail, you would leave the bar a fuming, heated mess with only one thing on your mind. Eddie fucking Munson.

This week in particular was different. You were absolutely swamped with assignments that needed to be graded, and you spent all of Thursday night and Friday working on getting them done.

It wasn’t until you woke up the next morning that you noticed the hiccup in your routine, and for some reason it made you sad. It wasn’t like you were obligated to go every weekend, but a part of you had grown to enjoy your Friday nights at the bar. Then some sick, twisted part of you wondered if he had noticed your absence, but you shoved the thought away as soon as it surfaced.

As the day went on, you convinced yourself it wouldn’t hurt to just go tonight instead. After all it was a Saturday night, and you had already cleared your workload for the week, so it’s not like there was any real harm in it.

Alternatively, it was a Saturday night. Eddie’s band performed Saturday nights. You didn’t want him to think you were there to see him, because you most certainly were not. You just didn’t want to miss out on your weekly drink, that’s all. Nothing more.

Still, it was a Saturday night. It would do you some good to look a little nicer, right?

You start to regret it the second you park your car. The shift in the air is blatantly obvious as you enter walk towards the crowded space. Men out front whistle at you as you walk to the door, and you can feel eyes practically digging into your skin as u head for your usual seat at the bar. Your leg bounces with nerves at the attention. You've never worn this dress before. Never had a reason to. You don't allow yourself to wonder why you chose to wear it tonight.

You ask the bartender for a long island iced tea, and catch yourself checking the small stage in the back of the room. You internally scold yourself and glue your eyes to your drink.

It isn’t long before cheers are heard around the bar, pulling your attention up to see Corroded Coffin walking out on stage.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” Eddie’s voice booms out of the speakers, causing people to whoop and holler in reply. You feel your leg begin to bounce.

He continues talking to the small crowd while his band finishes setting up, and you can’t stop yourself from ogling at him. You desperately want to pull your eyes away, to look at anything else, but you can’t.

He’s wearing an old band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his arms, chest, and a sliver of his waist. Your eyes trail across the exposed skin, noticing he has quite a few new tattoos littering it, and your stomach twists. He has leather and chain bracelets decorating his wrists, curls falling wildly around his face, and you notice light bouncing off of his signature rings still adorning his fingers. You definitely don’t remember him looking like this in high school.

As he moves around the stage it’s abundantly clear how confident he is up there. His stage presence is truly impressive, and his voice is really something. It's gotten deeper since the last time you heard it. You subconsciously wet your lips as you watch his fingers move around the neck of his guitar. He’s come a long way since the last time you saw him perform. You can’t help but smile as you watch him in his element.

Then the smile is wiped clean off of your face when he makes direct eye contact with you from across the bar. You freeze, feeling like you suddenly have shards of glass lodged in your throat. Has he known you’ve been sitting here the whole time? If he saw you smiling you might have to run into oncoming traffic.

Then you notice what he’s singing.

“I'm on the prowl and I watch you closely I lie waiting for you I'm the wolf with the sheepskins clothing I lick my chops and you're tastin' good”

Your stomach flips and you can feel your whole body heating up. Something tells you he notices too, which makes it a million times worse. What the hell is wrong with you?

“I do whatever I want to do ya I'll nail your ass to the sheets A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya I fuck like a beast”

You shift in your seat, the eye contact becoming far too overwhelming. You opt to look down at your lap for the remainder of the song to prevent yourself from doing something embarrassing.

Soon enough the set is over, and the band starts breaking down their set up. You’re so deep in your own thoughts by the end of it that you fail to notice the man approaching you, until his arms are caging you against the bar.

“Well hello there, pretty lady.” You gasp at the familiar voice speaking directly into your ear, feeling his shirt graze your back. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He beams down at you, watching you huff and roll your eyes as you turn to face him. Your fingers wriggle with the efforts not to hit him.

“It was an impulsive decision.” You mutter quietly, eyes briefly darting to his toned arm beside you before snapping back to his face, “I didn’t come yesterday.” You concede, unsure of what else to say.

He smiles, seemingly amused. “I know. Your seat was empty all night.” he says lowly, face so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your lips. For a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, and then he’s pushing off of the counter to head back behind the bar and help clean up.

So he did notice. Did he miss you? Was he saving your seat, or is it just a coincidence?

You feel dizzy with a million questions. Why did you let him get so close? Why were you going to let him kiss you? Why does he look so good. Why do you care so much? You should have said something, anything.

You finish your drink in silence, watching Eddie as he flits around tidying up the place, and then the bar is closing. You feel your gut twist at the thought of going home, and you don’t quite understand why, but you blame the alchohol.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Eddie jogs up to you as you grab your purse, arm outstretched and offering a cigarette. His hair falls prettily around his shoulders, and you only now notice that he takes much better care of his curls now than he did in high school.

“Care for a smoke?”

His charm must be cranked up to 100 tonight, because, once again, you agree with less hesitation than you would have liked.

You stand out front, Eddie waving goodnight to Garret as he heads to his car, and you watch as the last car whirs out of the lot. Then you are alone. Just you and Eddie. Your heart hammers in your chest.

“How’d you like the show?” he asks, exhaling a puff of smoke in the process.

You handle the burn better this time, holding back a cough from erupting as you take a drag. “It was… good.” You say hesitantly.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, “Just good? Wow, then we really need to get our shit together if we're gonna-“

“You were amazing.” You blurt out, unsure of why you felt the need to boost his ego. You clear your throat before amending your statement, “It… The show was amazing.”

Eddie hums in satisfaction, smile tugging at the corners of his lips around his cig. “You know, you didn’t have to dress all fancy for lil ol’ me.”

You wore a tight, low-backed, black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, sheer black stockings, black boots, and some dainty silver jewelry. Nothing too crazy, but definitely much different from how you would normally dress. Admittedly, you felt a little self conscious.

“Well good thing I didn’t dress fancy for you.” You huff, starting to feel a little silly for trying so hard to fit in. God, did he always have to be so cocky?

“I mean, I’m not complaining.” He starts, pushing off the wall to step towards you. “You look fucking incredible. Of course, you always look incredible.”

Smug bastard.

“Thank you.” You feel yourself flushing at the words, immediately getting sick to your stomach at how much you care what Eddie Munson thinks about how you look. “Glad I got your seal of approval.” You quip sarcastically, desperately trying to pick a fight. Anything to stop you from feeling whatever it is that you’re feeling right now.

Why did he always find a way to get under your skin? No one else makes you feel as utterly frustrated as he does.

He’s absolutely unbearable.

You force down another inhale of smoke as you watch Eddie slowly make his way closer to you. The way he’s looking at you makes your mouth go dry. You can’t tell what he’s thinking and it’s driving you up the wall.

“You know, you don’t always have to be such a brat.” He exhales casually, pausing in front of you. Your heart stops. “It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to me every once in a while.”

“It might.” You rasp out curtly, just now realizing how out of breath you suddenly feel.

He laughs, and the sound makes your insides flip.

“You have such a big fat crush on me, don’t you sweetheart?” He smiles down at you wolfishly, and it almost makes you shrink under his stare. You suddenly are acutely aware of your surroundings.

You scoff and cross your arms defensively, “I most certainly do not have a crush on you, Munson.” You spit out venomously. How dare he even suggest such a thing? It couldn’t be farther from the truth. You loathe him.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, taking a stride closer to you, making you step backwards.

“Think I don’t notice how you stare at me? How you sit up a little straighter when you see me?”

Your back hits the wall.

“You aren’t subtle, princess.”

You feel like a fucking deer in headlights.

“Staring and glaring are two very different things.” You pant, desperately searching for oxygen. Anger burns in your throat at his absolute audacity, and your skin feels like it's buzzing.

“Is that so?”

You can feel his chest press into you as the brick digs into your shoulders. He takes a long inhale of smoke, and your head is screaming at you to push him off of you and curse him the whole way home, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

It feels like everything is moving in slow motion as he grabs your chin, and then, unexpectedly, he‘s pulling your jaw down to part your lips. All you can do is stare at him and his cocky fucking smile at your compliance. You feel like you’re in a trance.

Before you can even think, his lips are pressed against yours and pushing smoke past your lips. You gasp at the contact, effectively inhaling the smoke and sighing against his lips. Your brain short circuits and goes completely numb. His lips feel like the cure to a disease you've been plagued with for years.

For a moment, you almost forget who you’re with, until he pulls back to look at you.

“Well if you hate me so much, then why are you squeezing your thighs together?”

You immediately rip your legs apart, not even realizing what you were doing until it was too late. You can feel steam pouring out of your ears at this point.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

He’s right. For some reason, you do love it. Something about him makes you crave more, and you’re starting to believe he may be an incubus. It’s making you go insane.

So you finally wave the white flag.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.”

So he does. Again, and again, and again, until somehow you end up back at Eddie’s trailer with your wrists handcuffed to his bed frame and your clothes thrown around his room.

Hard rock music plays faintly in the distance, and the room smells vaguely of incense and weed. You feel like you've been transported to an alternate dimension.

His lips feel like they’re everywhere. Your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and then he’s leaving sweet little kisses on your tits, making you whine and arch your back towards him.

“Gotta teach you how to let loose, yeah?”

He gently tugs on one of your nipples and you gasp, and Eddie can’t help but laugh as he kisses his way further down your body.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re not being a pain in the ass, you know that?”

You groan as he spreads your legs open, kissing and biting at your thighs. “Shut up, Eddie.”

“Oh I’m Eddie now?”

Your hips buck up in frustration, glaring down at him with a scowl. It feels like he’s been teasing you for forever. “Eddie” you whine out, “Stop teasing.”

He slowly starts kissing closer to where you need him most, but not quite close enough. “You don’t think you deserve it? Why do you think your wrists are locked up then, sweetheart?”

You wiggle and writhe beneath him, but don’t answer. Eddie moves his face closer to your cunt, and you finally think you’re going to get what you want, and then he blows on your clit. You whimper and clench around nothing, flinching away from him. It's absolutely pathetic, getting so worked up when he’s barely even done anything yet.

“I asked you a question.” Eddie tries again, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your thigh while he waits for a response.

“My wrist’s are locked up because…” You take a deep sigh and force yourself to just spit it out so that he’ll touch you already. “because I was being a brat." you grumble. He’s lucky your wrists are locked up right now, you think.

Eddie kisses your thigh in approval, “That’s right, and bratty girls don’t get to call the shots. Right?”

You huff and pull against your restraints once more, before ultimately complying. “Right.”

You figure it won’t do you any good to act out, especially given your current position.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Eddie grins up at you, before finally leaving a gentle kiss right on your clit.

You throw your head back into the pillows, immediately feeling relief at the small touch. He then runs his tongue up your slit, swirling it nice and slow around your little button, making you sigh and melt into the bed. His curls tickle your thighs where he works diligently.

It quickly becomes apparent that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and that makes you wonder how many other women have been in this exact same position. The thought makes you dig your nails into your palms, but the it’s is quickly forgotten when you feel him slide a finger into you.

"See?" He starts, words muffled by your folds, "Just needed someone to put you in your place, huh? To take the reigns?"

You flutter around him, and every fiber of your being wants to say something snippy in response, but all you get out is a blissed out sigh. He hums happily.

His fingers are much thicker than your own, calloused from his years of playing guitar. Looking down you notice he took all his rings off and set them next to you on the bed. He never takes his rings off, ever, you remember that. For some reason the simple act makes your heart leap out of your chest.

He pulls his face back from your slick for a moment just to watch the way you suck in his finger, and he moans at the sight of you. The sound makes your brain feel like static. “Fuck, baby, you needed it bad, huh? You’re fucking dripping all over my sheets and I've barley started.”

All you can do is nod your head and hum in response, and your jaw drops open with a soft moan as he slides in a second finger with ease.

“How long have you been wanting me like this, sweetheart? Be honest.” He asks, never faltering in his pace.

You whine at the question, embarrassment flooding your features as you turn your face to hide it in his pillow. He quickly kisses up your body, gently turning your head back to look at him. “You can tell me. No need to be embarrassed.”

You take one good look at his face, and you know that he already knows. He’s giving you that look. He just wants to hear you say it.

“Mm… Since-” you hesitate to finish your sentence, and then a particularly hard thrust of his fingers does it for you. “Since fucking high school! Christ, Eddie-”

A groan erupts from the back of his throat as he kisses you hard, licking and biting at your bottom lip, and then suddenly his mouth is back on your clit and you feel like you’re floating. He picks up the pace, eating you out like a man starved, flicking his tongue in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

You feel your hips start to move against him, and he groans into your pussy making you cry out. “Yeah, that’s it.” He mumbles against your core, “Ride my face, honey.”

You can’t control the plethora of sounds that escape you, and your body seems to have a mind of its own. You writhe on the bed as Eddie devours you, holding your thighs over his shoulders. He searches for your sweet spot with every thrust of his fingers, and he knows he’s found it when your eyebrows pinch up, a high pitched whine reverberating throughout his bedroom.

You can feel him smile against your cunt, continuing his assault against that spot that makes you see stars. He never stops looking up at you to watch your face contort with pleasure. His already dark eyes are now fully eclipsed with lust and need.

“Oh my god-” you gasp out, heaving for air as your legs begin to shake around his head.

He can tell you’re close from the way you’re squeezing his fingers and writhing under him. He doesn’t speed up or change his pace, he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, moving the flat of his tongue back and forth against your clit and curling his fingers up into you just right.

“Eddie, mm… i’m so close-”

The second the words leave your lips, he pulls off of you. His mouth and fingers are completely gone in an instant, and you feel like you’re about to cry.

“What the fuck?!” You shout at him, voice weak with tears threatening to spill, “Why did you stop?”

Eddie grins from ear to ear, lips and chin glistening with your slick, “We talked about this, remember?” he says cockily, leaning down to lick a bead of sweat from your chest, “Brats don’t get to call the shots. You’ll take what I give you, won’t you sweetheart?”

You grumble and kick your legs out in frustration, but he kisses you to make it better. You slowly let him melt you back into putty in his hands, tasting yourself on his tongue. He presses his knee directly against your puffy cunt, groaning at your wetness against his skin as you sigh into his lips. You go to move your hips against him but he quickly stops you, moving his hand up instead to push down his boxers, his dick already hard and aching to feel you.

“Promise I’ll make you feel so good, just gotta be good for me first alright?”

You nod your head frantically, completely and utterly at his mercy. He looks like sex personified, and you just want to feel him. “Please, Eddie-”

He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek as he slides the tip of his cock through your folds. “Awh, look at you and your manners.” he taunts, but this time you can't seem to care. In fact, you realize, you kind of like it.

You like hearing his voice.

You like it when he’s mean.

He pushes just the tip against your dripping hole, and you’re practically sobbing. “How can I say no when you asked so politely?” and then he’s sliding all the way into you, and you’re already a wreck.

“Holy shit- you feel so fucking good” he groans and huffs as he starts to slowly pump in and out of you, making sure you feel every drag of his cock inside you.

You’re already panting, stretching your hands against the cool metal to try and grasp for anything that can ground you, but you come up empty. He’s so much bigger than you expected him to be, and the stretch is practically making you drool.

“Eddie, fucking- god”

“That’s it, keep screaming my name just like that baby.” He encourages, kissing and biting at your collar bone, sure to leave marks, “You sound so goddamn pretty when you say my name.”

Eddie adjusts your position, pulling your leg over his hip and pushing it against your chest. The new angle has your back arching off the bed, a whimpering mess as you claw at the handcuffs.

Eddie leans his head to rest in the crook of your neck, panting and whining into your ear. “Shit, princess-”

Your cunt squeezes him at the nickname, and the moan that slips past your lips is guttural. “Oh, fuck-” He clamps his eye shut with a deep groan, gripping your thigh so hard it’s sure to leave little bruises.

That’s the first time he’s used that nickname since you started, and he knows it. He did it on purpose.

He lifts his head to look at your blissed out face, a goofy, lopsided, fucked out grin on his lips. “I knew it.” he gloats, thrusts getting harder, “Look at me.”

You muster up the energy to flutter your eyes open and look at him. The pretty smile on his face makes your legs shake.

“You like it when I call you that,” he beamed, “That’s why you hated when I used that name for you in public, huh. Cause’ it made you fuckin’ soak your panties?” he laughed meanly, watching tears fill your waterline. He leans down to brush his lips against yours, voice lowering into something sweeter. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you practically scream. He looked so pretty, and he felt so good, and you wanted him closer. It was all too much, you needed to hold something, anything. You needed to pull yourself back down to reality.

“Eds- Eddie, please can I touch you?” your fingers twitch where they’re held above your head, “Wanna feel you- please, i’ve been so good-”

Eddie whines at your sweet pleas, but maintains composure. He wanted to stick to the plan.

“Oh, honey, no” he pouts out at you mockingly, watching the way you strain for anything to grasp and his dick twitches inside you, “No, you gotta give me one first. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Too fucked out to formulate a simple response, you simply sob and nod your head. Your hips start to rock up into his thrusts, but Eddie grabs your hips with one hand and pushes them back down into the sheets. You feel like a live wire.

Then he brings his thumb down to your clit, gently rubbing circles on it, and your eyes clamp shut. He kisses your open mouth and you try your best to kiss him back, but he’s moaning into your mouth, and he’s touching you, and fucking you, and Eddie Munson is fucking you, and it’s all so good that you just can’t.

“Eddie, i’m gonna-” you babble, almost incoherent, feeling the knot getting tighter and tighter, “Please please please don’t stop!”

He puts more pressure on your clit and leaves sweet little kisses on your neck, “I’m not got stop, it’s okay.”

You’re so close you feel like you’re about to explode.

“You can cum for me, princess”

That’s all you needed to see stars, black clouding your vision as he rides out your high, not once stopping or slowing down his pace. You can vaguely hear him talking you down, but nothing registers past your ears ringing.

Then your wrists are released and he’s flipping you over so that you’re on top, straddling him, and your hands and lips are all over him in an instant. In this position he hits your g-spot perfectly, and you can’t help but sob against his chest at the overstimulation.

“Just one more for me, I promise.” he soothes, gently rubbing your hip as his guides your hips back and forth on his cock, making you both cry out. You start to set your own pace riding him, leaning back against his legs to give you the perfect angle.

“You’re so perfect.” He mutters, breathlessly, “My pretty girl- fuck.”

Eddie was now moaning and whining louder and more freely than before, you can tell he’s getting close now too, and you’re already reaching your second climax of the night.

“Wanted you for so long,” Eddie admits, gripping your hip tighter, “can’t believe this is real.”

You whine at the confession, leaning forward to press your lips to the shell of his ear. You make sure to let your pretty noises and praises flow freely, just for him. Your fingers gently brush hairs from his forehead before scratching your way down his chest.

“You fuck me so well, Eds”

“Oh my god- you feel so good”

“Please, Eddie, I wanna feel you cum”

He’s an absolute mess, wrapping both hands around your hips and bending his knees up so that he can fuck you down onto him. “Wanna cum with you sweetheart. Want you to give me another one.” He rambles against your chest, and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little red marks behind.

“I’m so close, honey, c’mon. You can give it to me."

You bite and claw at his skin, so close to tipping over the edge.

"Soak me.”

You collapse forward as tears of overstimulation fall onto his inked skin, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder to ground himself while he paints your walls white. You ride out your highs, clutching each other like a lifeline. When you’re both back on planet earth, he cleans you up nice an gentle, and whispers pretty little praises into your skin as you fall asleep with your limbs intertwined.

“Knew you had a crush on me, princess.”

Let’s just say you no longer have to go apartment hunting!

asks are open!

[watchmegetobsessed]

UNOFFICIAL

A/N: i know, it's still not the 3rd part of one summer BUT at least it's something new! it is also based on a dream i had about my work crush lol

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don't mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

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The pub is buzzing as always, the atmosphere is lively, warm, loud but not too much, most of the tables are occupied by the same usual people, glasses, ful, half full and empty are scattered all over every surface. The bartenders are working relentlessly behind the bar, one drink after the other lands on the counter.  It’s not exactly the hottest spot in town, but there’s a core circle that knows and loves the personality of this place and it brings them back every week.

Your group is part of those people, you’ve been spending Friday nights here for as long as you’ve been working at the university, which has been for over two years now. You were fresh out of your PHD studies, very excited to start teaching as a professor finally and who you are lucky enough to call your friends now welcomed you at the school with open arms. 

Sarah was the first one you connected with, women in STEM have a deep, instant bond, especially in a male dominant field such as physics. She invited you out for lunch on your first day and introduced you to the rest of the group. Mitch, the quiet but loving husband, Jeff who speaks enough for Mitch and himself as well, Pauli, the energy bomb and then there’s Harry.

It still makes you smile when you think of the first few months of knowing Harry. You were convinced he didn’t like you, because he seemed timid and tense in your presence, almost avoiding having even the simplest conversation with you. One night when the two of you ended up sharing a cab home from the pub and you had just one too many beers you questioned if you’d done anything to upset him.

He looked shocked and explained that he’s just a bit slow to open up to new people and he was also a bit taken aback by you and how extroverted and bubbly you were. He apologized if it all came off wrong, you laughed about it and it was already forgotten.

Since then, you’ve gotten the closest to him. In every way. 

Sarah is telling you about a funny encounter she had with a student this week, she always has the weirdest stories, you’re listening to her, but your sixth sense also kicks in and as the door of the pub opens you know it’s Harry even before looking there. 

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, his glasses fogging up a bit in the hot air of the place after the crispy, chilly october evening he has walked through. He was supposed to leave with all of you but he had to do a last minute consultation with a student, so he just told you to go ahead and he would join you later. 

You’re already smiling when he finally spots you and slaloming between the groups of people he finally reaches your table.

“Man, I thought we would have to go back and drag you out of your office,” Jeff teases him as he shrugs his coat off and takes the last empty seat by the table that’s right next to yours. His knee bumps against yours, your eyes meet and you force yourself not to turn into a giggling mess.

You and Harry have been dancing in a kind of a gray, unofficial zone for a while now. After the rocky start your friendship bloomed easily, but since last semester it’s been more than that. You have no idea when or how, but slowly, you just knew you were more than friends. It started with meeting without the rest of the group, having lunch or dinner, making plans, just the two of you, endless conversations, building a connection you’ve probably never had with anyone before. Secret glances, small touches, you fell for him without even realizing. 

The past month it’s been intensifying, but you still haven’t talked about it, not even after you kissed a few weeks ago. It happened at your place, so naturally and smoothly, you were cooking together, he had opened a bottle of wine and you were just having a good time, moving around each other in your small kitchen until you ended up pressed up together, noses brushing and he just leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tender, warm and familiar even though it was a first. Like you were meant to be kissing all along. 

Then you just went back to cooking, had dinner and later that night when he left he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and that was it. Neither of you felt the need to talk about it, but it’s been definitely hanging there between the two of you, you just haven’t had that last nudge to finally fall over the edge and right into this new adventure.

“Sorry, tried to be as quick as possible,” Harry chuckles as he looks around, his eyes settling on you last and you see a bit of sparkle in his eyes that definitely has your heart skipping a beat. 

With Harry’s arrival the group is finally complete and another fun Friday evening starts. You ventilate about work and students, then the boys play darts for a bit, Pauli wins as always and then Jeff challenges Sarah and Mitch to play foosball and see who’s the better player and the rest of you are watching their battle. The place is pretty packed, you’re standing by the foosball table and Harry is right behind you, nursing his second beer of the night. People are passing by towards the toilets and back to the bar, it’s noisy in there, but not too much. Harry’s presence behind you is warm and calming, his chest touches your back whenever someone walks past behind him, but he always pulls back, though you wish he would just stay. 

A guy chooses to squeeze past between you and the table, making you move back, bumping against Harry and his hand gently grabs onto your waist, the touch of his palm instantly spreading a buzzing warmth in your body. You fit his front so perfectly and you want to stay like this, but you can already feel his hand moving away, but you grab it and pull it back.

There’s just a split moment of hesitation in him before his whole presence softens and he melts against you, his hand resting on your hip as if it belongs there. 

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips, especially when he shuffles a bit behind you, his nose brushing into your hair and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you feel him kiss the back of your head.

Across the table Pauli just smirks as he catches what’s happening while the Rowlands are playing so determinedly like never before, but he keeps his mouth shut and returns to the game without a word. 

Harry’s fingers are gently moving, stroking you as you stay like that, until the end of the game, which Sarah wins. You want to pout when Harry lets go of you because you all move back to your table, but you swallow it back. After the ruthless game Sarah offers to buy a drink for Mitch so they head over to the bar and Pauli soon stands up as well.

“Jeff, come out for a smoke with me,” Pauli pats his shoulders.

“I’m good,” Jeff nods at him, oblivious to the fact that Pauli is trying to give you and Harry some alone time.

“No, you need to come. I wanna talk to you about something.”

You just laugh under your breath as you hear Jeff asking Pauli what’s so important as they make their way outside, leaving you and Harry alone at the table. Neither of you dares to look at the other, not because it would be weird but because you know the pull would be way too strong. 

Instead, Harry reaches over, his hand finds yours in your lap and he laces his fingers through yours, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. For some reason you feel the urge to finally try to address it for the first time.

“Is it still something unofficial?” you ask and dare to look at him. 

“We can make it official,” he shrugs with a tiny smirk and you just want to climb over and kiss him stupid when he is being so cheesy.

“I kind of like it being unofficial. Because… it’s just ours for now,” you admit. 

There’s nothing you want more than to explore whatever it is that’s between you and Harry, but this phase is so comfortable and only yours, you want to be selfish just for a little bit more and keep it to yourself.

Keep Harry to yourself.

“Unofficial it is,” he chuckles and ignoring the buzzing crowd around, he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before letting go of it as Sarah and Mitch approach the table. 

For the rest of the night, it’s all just stolen glances, tiny touches underneath the table and no one comments on just how close the two of you are sitting. It’s kind of funny how obvious it is to all of your friends, but they let you stay in your little unofficial bubble just a little longer. 

You share a cab home and Harry kisses you on your doorstep before getting back into the car. In the morning he texts you if you want to have dinner together and of course you do. You spend the weekend in your bubble, but soon enough, you slowly dance out of the unofficial phase and by the end of the semester everyone knows that you’re a couple.

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

I Don't Believe in Hypnosis

When I was a boy, my father taught me how to work hard and provide for my family. Farming ain't for weaklings. It takes a man to do what I do, and this work has given me a hard head and thick skin. That's why I sure as hell wasn't scared of no Hypnotist last Friday night!

As I linger in the cornfield, finishing up a hard day's work, I recall what happened that night...

My wife, Annie, finally got me to take her to the Fair. She'd begged and begged until I'd agreed. My girl dolled herself up and put on her favorite dress. I knew I'd made the right choice when I saw her, looking like the thin, bubbly girl I'd courted back in high school.

Together, we climbed in my truck and drove towards the sparkling fairground. The place was alive with music and attractions. We rode every ride, and I'll admit I enjoyed getting out of the house with my girl.

Then Annie saw a sign for some weird hypnosis show. I had no idea what my wife was talking about, but she said she'd seen it in movies: the ability to control someone's mind with a swinging watch or some crap!

I told her it was dumb, but she flashed me her big baby blues and sidled up real close. I could never say no to her like that. With a tired groan, I followed her into the tent and sat down to watch the stupid show. The rest was a blur.

...that was a week ago, and I shouldn't dwell on it now that I'm done workin' for the day. Hopefully, Annie has supper is ready!

Entering the house, I don't see her in the kitchen. I'm a bit bothered because she's usually got it prepared by the time I come in, but then it strikes me! I remember why she's held up! How could I have forgotten our guest? I'll bet she's too busy handling him at the moment to cook my dinner. They're probably both still in the bedroom, if I had to guess.

I chuckle at my mistake and march to the back of the house, peering past the door into my bedroom. I was right! My wife's still under the covers with the Hypnotist. They're both too occupied to notice that I've come in, but I know how to wait.

Quietly as I can, I step over to the bedside and lower myself to my knees. There's not much else to do, so I just kneel on the hardwood and watch them go at it until they see me waiting.

It takes a few minutes but the Hypnotist eventually notices and gives me a roll of his eyes. "The hick is back," he groans while sliding off my wife's back, "Don't you have something else you could busy yourself with?"

"I just got done fertilizing the field," I answer back, trying not to be disgusted by all his sweat that's soaking into my bedsheets.

"Fertilizing?" he asks with a toothy grin, "No wonder you smell like shit."

I'm not too sure what to say back, so I just keep my mouth shut. He turns his attention back to my wife, leaving me with nothing to do but wait some more. I know he's a fraud, but I respect the Hypnotist greatly. Let me explain how I came to invite him over. Honestly, that memory's a bit hazy, but I'll try...

It happened after the show. In fact, the show must've been over awhile since all the chairs were empty aside from the one that held my beautiful wife. Next to her sat the Hypnotist, looking just as oily, pale, and chubby as he'd looked at the beginning of the show.

That was when I realized I was standing on the stage.

I didn't even remember standing up, let alone leaving my wife and going up to the front! Brushing off my worries, I approached the man leaning on Annie's shoulders. He stopped whispering in her ear and gave me a sly grin.

"Enjoying my wife?" I asked.

"Certainly, I can't believe a fine creature like this could end up with such a pig," the Hypnotist licked his lips as he stared at her dress, "Invite me to stay with you."

"Stay with us," I instinctively answered, extending a welcoming hand. The Hypnotist didn't shake it, but he did escort my wife out of the tent with fingers creeping down her back. After that, I drove them home. He's been holed up in my bedroom with Annie ever since!

"Go grab me a beer," he says, jerking me from my thoughts, "Hurry up!"

"Yup," I stumble to my feet and hustle to the kitchen. The Hypnotist has had me fetching his beer all week so I know how he likes it. Grabbing the last cold bottle in the fridge, I race back and drop to the floor with a bowed head. This is how he likes his drinks presented.

"Believe in hypnosis yet, farm-cuck?"

I snort. Of course I don't. "Hypnosis isn't real," I retort, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor until he tells me otherwise.

How could I ever believe in something like hypnosis? The power to control someone's head is something that only exists in cheap movies. I hate to say it, but I think my wife is a bit of a ditz for believing in such a thing. I mean, this guy's been living with me for a whole week and he still hasn't done anything to hypnotize me or Annie!

"So you don't mind when a real man sleeps with your wife?" he asks.

"You jokin?" I laugh at the stupid question, growling "I'd kill any asshole who tried!"

"... but?"

"...but obviously you can do anything you want to my wife. You have more of a right to her than I do!" I add frankly.

"That's right," he snickers back, sneering down at me from the bed, "Pour that beer on yourself."

Without hesitation, I grab the beer and step back, popping the cap and raising the bottle high over my head. The ice cold liquid sends shivers down my spine, but I empty the bottle over my head anyway while the supposed Hypnotist howls in laughter.

I shiver at the feeling of cold beer soaking into my clothes, leaving a sticky layer of beer residue against my skin; not to mention the puddle sinking into the floorboards around my feet. Obviously, I'm uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I put the bottle down, satisfied by a job well-done.

"Are all country bumpkins as dumb as you?" he laughs.

"I'm not a country bumpkin," I snort with a clenched jaw.

"Yeah you are," the Hypnotist sneers back, "Remember? Tell me you're a country bumpkin."

Suddenly, it dawns on me that he has a point. I hate to say it, but I suppose I am exactly what he's saying. "I'm a country bumpkin," I agree.

"I knew I'd convince you," he snickers, "Now let me finish on your wife. Face the wall and listen to how a real man handles a woman."

"Ok," I answer reluctantly, turning around and leaning my head against the wall. I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel about this. I mean, here I am soaked in beer and hungry for my wife to cook me supper, and this jerk wants me to wait? I want to be mad; I should be mad, but for some reason I just don't mind. Even as Annie starts moaning louder and louder, I can't help but respect the guy. I mean, he's my guest so I want to keep him happy. Part of me is honestly just relieved that he's enjoying himself and showing Annie a good time while at it. She's obviously enjoying it.

They go on for another hour or so, and each time Annie squeals, my stomach lurches at the thought of him doing a better job than me. I just stare at the paint peeling off the wall and try not to picture what's actually going on.

"Alright, cowboy," I hear a tired voice pant from behind, "I'm done for now. Turn around."

I keep my eyes averted, but I can't ignore how out-of-breath the Hypnotist has become. What's even more disturbing is the brief glance I get at my wife, seeing the dumb smile stretched across her face. She's grinning like her entire world has been rocked, and she doesn't even bother to look in my direction!

My stomach growls under my shirt, "Do you think Annie could make some dinner...?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head in disbelief, "Sure! Get up whore!," he smacks her on the ass, "Go make me some food."

My girl giggles and climbs out of bed, completely unashamed to be called a whore or walking around the house naked, scurrying to the kitchen. My heart sinks.

"Sorry son, she's cooking my dinner right now."

"But I just spent all day tilling and-"

"Don't speak!"

My mouth snaps shut, and my knuckles clench! How am I supposed to till the fields all day and come home to no food on the table? I'm the one who keeps a roof over our heads! Even still, I take a deep breath and relax.

The Hypnotist is right. I'll wait.

"Listen to me, hillbilly Joe. You're going to go to the store and buy me some more beer," I sigh, thinking about how dark it's getting, "Don't take the car. You'll run. Sitting on a tractor all day is giving you a pudgy gut!"

The Hypnotist gives my aching stomach a couple slaps before continuing his instructions. I can't help but notice his own belly flabs jiggling with every move. "Oh and while you're there, I want you to make a huge scene, heein' and hawin' like the dirty mule you are. If anyone gives you trouble, you'll piss yourself, and get on your hands and knees, licking their boots like the beta-cuck you are. Got it, bitch?"

Stunned, I freeze for a second as it all sinks in. I don't know why on earth I'd do all that, but in a daze, my feet lead me out the door and start jogging the first of several miles into town.

"Eeeeh-HAAAaaw!"

My voice breaks as I enter the store, shoutin' my presence with the most obnoxious donkey bray I can muster. My throat is raw and my lungs are aching. Running seven miles to the nearest store was a lot more difficult than the Hypnotist made sound, but hopefully it shed some pounds off that gut of mine. I'd never noticed it before, but I can tell I need to lose some weight! My already beer-soaked clothes are now even more wet and ripe with sweat.

"HEEeeee..." my voice catches as I notice a couple store employees staring at me. They're giving me dirty looks, but I'm here on a mission! "eeEeEH-HaaAaAAuW!" I bellow!

I stumble towards the back of the store, where they keep all the drinks. My legs feel like jelly, so I'm limping pretty bad. I realize I must look insane or drunk, but I'm just getting some beer for my guest! He needs beer! I grab the first case I see, scooping it up in my arms with another ridiculously loud cry of a mule.

Turning, I run face to face into a cop.

"You been drinkin' tonight, bud?" he gives me an unamused look.

I let the case of beer tumble to the floor. This guy is the deputy sheriff. Our town is small enough for everyone to know everyone, so I've chatted with him and his wife a few times. He's always seemed like a real stand-up man, and over the years, I've managed to get him to give me a casual nod whenever we pass.

"hheee-haawWH!" I throat brays in his face.

A warm feeling spreads through my crotch, and I remember what the Hypnotist told me back at the house. I'm pissing straight into my jeans. My cheeks flush red, but I don't move or try to hide it. Somehow, I know this guy is supposed to see this happen to me. It's like this is all a performance, and I'm the world's greatest actor!

I know what to do next. For the third time tonight, I fall to my hands and knees, staring up at the appalled cop with a gaping mouth and heavy breath. This position is feeling more and more comfortable, as the night goes on.

Without warning, I slam my mouth on his standard boots, extending my tongue and lathering it against the dusty black leather.

The deputy kicks me back and glares down. "Come on, man!" he growls, "You like making my job more difficult than it is? If you want to get piss drunk, do it at home!" He grabs me by the collar and drags me to my feet. "You're better than this! Think of that pretty little wife you've got waiting for you at home!"

His words hurt, but only leave me more confused. I'm not drunk! I wanted to do this, right? Why else would I have pissed myself and licked his shoes? Getting another glance at the officer's disappointed stare, makes my shoulders cringe out of embarrassment. I decide it's best to just keep my mouth shut as he pushes me past the place's staff and kicks me out of the building.

When I come to my senses, I make sure to apologize. He just frowns and tells me to get in his cruiser. Thank the Lord he's driving me back home. I think I would've passed out on the side of the road if I tried to run back.

We don't talk much while the cop drives. I mostly just sit in the back and stew on what I'd just done. The smell of piss, sweat, and beer makes my empty stomach churn. Why had my guest asked me to do this? Why had I even agreed? This entire outing had been a nightmare! That damned Hypnotist can't tell me what to do! When I get home I'll give that phony a piece of my mind.

"You find it hilarious," the Hypnotist says, and all of the sudden, I can't stop laughing!

I was ready to punch that fat ugly freak, but he has a point! Thinking back, I don't know why I'd been upset: it was hilarious! I was a complete fool! Just thinking about the disgusted looks of those employees made me fold over cackling. And that cop! He seemed more disappointed than anything! Laughing, I can feel the wetness where I'd pissed myself, sending me into another wave of hysterics! It'd disgusted me before, but now the humiliation of it all was just so damned funny!

"That was a good one," I wheeze, whipping a tear from my eye.

The man chuckles at me, taking a bite of the steak my wife is serving him in bed, "Laugh at your pathetic excuse for a husband, tits."

Annie stops feeding bites of steak into his mouth and looks at me for the first time tonight. Without hesitation, she bursts into laughter at the sight of me. I chuckle along with her, though the feeling of amusement is starting to wear off.

"Alright, now go sleep in the barn with the cattle, dumbass!" the Hypnotist mocks, "Your wife is going to massage me to sleep."

"Ok," I mutter, barely even maintaining a smile at this point.

I'll admit that I'm sorta glad to leave. Standing there while he and my wife just laughed felt wrong for some reason. As I trudge through the mud on the way to the barn, I see the glow of morning on the horizon. Soon, the rooster will crow and the cattle will be mooing up a storm, so I don't know how I'm gonna rest.

Food-deprived, sleep-deprived, cold, wet, and sweaty, I slump down in the old wood barn. As famished as I am, even the leftover slop in the trough is smelling good. I brush off the idea, and curl up in the mud with the cows. My clothes are too soiled to bother with cleanliness, so I ignore the flies and manure.

I pray sleep will find me quick. If that Hypnotist could actually do anything, I'd have him hypnotize me to sleep. It's too bad hypnosis isn't real. Even if it were, I doubt it'd work on a salt-of-the-earth man like me!

[jeanboyjean]

PUBLIC DECENCY - ft jean kirstein. nsfw.

Jean takes you to watch a new movie that's just come out. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for you, the movie's boring so you have to find another way to entertain yourself. 

cw: established relationship. actually not public decency. handjob, blowjob. gn! reader.

an: help me i need to suck his dick so bad. that is all. wrote this in one go in what i can only explain as a moment of weakness so if it seems a bit unhinged that's why. another one for my fellow jean fuckers!!

wc: 2.5k words

Lights flashed on the screen in front of you, tense music blaring from the surround sound speakers as you warily watched the movie play out. Your boyfriend, Jean, sat next to you with his head in his hand as he leaned on the armrest, his eyes fixed in front of him. As per his request, the two of you had come to the movie theatre this evening to watch some new action film.

Despite it being past an hour of screen time already, you had no idea what was happening. There were far too many characters and so much going on with not enough context, that you were rapidly starting to lose interest. A fight scene was happening at the moment, for what reason you didn’t know, and you blinked in confusion as a body flew across the screen to hit a car. You jumped in your seat as a loud smash boomed around you. All the commotion was starting to make your head swim, the fast moving frames and sound effects overwhelming your senses. 

The cinema was surprisingly empty for a Friday night and you thought maybe that should have been a warning sign for what awaited you. The two of you were seated in the middle, a few rows from the back, and almost all of the seats around you were empty aside from a few here and there. You looked around yourself, trying to see if you could guage the reactions of the others experiencing the atrocity in front of you but it was impossible to tell from the distance. Jean shifted in his chair next to you, turning to catch your eye with a brow raised in question and you leaned in towards him, looping your arms around his bicep as you tugged him closer. His head dipped down as you spoke softly in his ear.

“What’s going on in the movie right now?”

His shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I have no idea.” 

Your eyebrows drew together in a frown as you shifted back to peer at his face in confusion. “What do you mean you have no idea? You’re the one that wanted to watch this.” 

He chuckled softly, an arm coming around to pull you into his side. You happily sank into his embrace. “I’m sorry, I think I made a bad choice. This movie kinda sucks.” A hand rubbed your arm gently up and down. “Should we leave?” 

You shook your head. It was probably at least halfway through anyway, you might as well stay. “It’s fine, let’s just finish it since we’re here.” 

Jean placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before turning back to the screen. You snuggled into him, trying but failing to pay attention to the events in front of you. Your mind quickly started to wander as you sat there, staring blankly at the screen, heaving a deep sigh. Jean's aftershave filled your senses as you breathed in and the familiar scent stirred something in you as a curious thought flitted in your mind.

Almost instinctively, you slid a hand down to Jean’s leg and slowly trailed it up his thigh. His muscles tensed lightly under your touch but he said nothing, continuing to stare straight ahead. Your other hand remained wrapped around his arm as you continued to move upwards, applying a little more pressure before stilling right below his hip. Your fingers grazed his crotch and you swore you could feel just the slightest twitch. You looked up at Jean’s face and smiled in satisfaction when you saw his jaw clench in response. You hummed to yourself in thought. Maybe you would actually have some fun during the rest of this movie. 

With a new sense of purpose, your hand slid in between his legs and you cupped his crotch, giving it a light squeeze. His body jerked in response as he took in a sharp intake of air. His sharp eyes finally met yours and they narrowed at you with a flash of warning. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you winked back in challenge. You swiftly unzipped his pants but before you were able to reach inside, his hand came to grip your wrist, stopping you hastily. 

“We’re in public!” He hissed in warning, eyes darting around at the rows of seats surrounding you. 

You rolled your eyes at him, wriggling your way out of his grasp with a huff. You slipped your hand in his pants and held him over his underwear. His dick was already half hard and you smirked as you reached lower to cup his balls, knowing it would drive him crazy. 

“Shhh… There's barely anyone around us. You can keep watching the movie, I’m bored so I just want to play with something.” 

He made a face at you and put on a show of disapproval while shaking his head, but he was shifting in his seat to get more comfortable and spreading his legs to give you easier access. You let out a low hum as you tilted your head up to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw and his pulse skipped under your lips as his cock twitched in your hand at the same time. You slowly stroked him over his underwear, feeling his dick harden fully in no time.

When your fingers wrapped around him with the cotton material still preventing you from touching his skin, his body tensed and his hips bucked up slightly as if moving on their own accord. A quick glance at his face saw furrowed brows and gritted teeth as he tried to contain himself. You knew how much it was taking a toll on him... Jean claimed to hate it when you teased him, always complaining and urging you to get on with it, fighting with himself whenever he had to let you have control, even though you knew they were also the times he moaned the loudest and came the hardest. 

Deciding you should probably put him out of his misery, your fingers slid under his underwear to finally wrap around his hardened cock and you gave it a tight squeeze. In response, his eyes scrunched shut and a low moan escaped his lips. You smiled in delight and a teasing light glimmered behind your eyes. 

“Quiet, Jean,” you whispered in his ear. “We’re in public.” 

His eyes flicked over to you and he attempted a dark look before his eyelids were fluttering as you removed your hand. He followed the way you brought it to your lips and his eyes widened in surprise when you spat nastily on your palm. You grinned at him before reaching down and gripping his cock again, spreading the slick spit along his length. Immediately, his head fell against the back of his chair and his breath became laboured as his mouth hung open slightly in pleasure. You stroked him like this under his clothing, your hand gliding up and down, his dick twitching whenever your thumb brushed against his sensitive tip. 

Once you could feel his desperation building, you pulled his cock fully out of his underwear and admired the way it glistened in the dark lighting of the cinema, hard and proud. Jean had long since submitted himself to your mercy and just watched you with heavy lidded eyes as you licked your lips in anticipation. You shifted in your seat to face him and bent down over the armrest between you so that your face was level with his member. With one hand gripping him at his base, you licked a wet stripe up his length, feeling the veins and ridges along the hard surface. You ended with your lips wrapped around his tip and you sucked it tight as you swirled around with your tongue. 

He groaned above you, one hand falling to the top of your head and the other gripping the armrest on the other side. He nudged your head down urgently and his hips lifted in an attempt to thrust deeper in your mouth, but you were not about to let him do that just yet. Your mouth left him as you tilted your head up to shoot him a glare. You pushed his hips down firmly and shook your head in warning. Jean’s eyes were clouded with lust as he blinked down at you.

“Please. Your mouth, more, please,” He begged softly. Even in the darkness, you could see the flush on his cheeks, his chest rising and falling heavily as his arousal took over him. 

You relented, only because he had asked so nicely. Your head dipped down again, but this time when your lips enveloped him, they sank down lower until they met where your hand was holding him still at the base of his cock. He filled your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you swallowed around his length. Jean choked back a moan as you began bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks to suck tight around him. The movie continued to blare around you, masking most of your movements, but the slick sounds of your mouth sliding over him leaked in the quiet moments. Neither of you cared though - Jean had his eyes screwed shut and jaw hanging open in pleasure, and you were lost in the way he felt so hot and heavy on your tongue. 

The position you were in was limiting the amount of reach you had and you released him from your mouth with a pop, before climbing off your chair to get on your knees in front of him to give yourself better access. He sank down lower in his chair as you wriggled in between his legs and pulled his hips toward you. Eagerly, you began stroking him again with your hand as you leaned in to wrap your lips around his balls and tease him with your tongue. He was getting close, you could tell, precum beading from his swollen head and his cock jerking with your touch. 

When you took him in your mouth again, his hands fell to rest on your head as you bobbed up and down, sucking him in earnest. You moved to grip his thighs and relaxed your throat as much as possible as you let your nose hit the hair nestled at the base of his cock. With all of his length inside you, you could barely breathe but you could feel him throbbing in your throat and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Now that you were in this position, you reached up to place your hand on top of his and pushed down to send him a message. His eyes met yours in a heated gaze and he began to guide your head the way he liked to, choking you with his cock. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes fixated on the way you swallowed around him, your eyes filling with tears that threatened to overflow. When he was near his peak, his heels dug into the ground and he held your head in place as he lifted his hips up to thrust into you. You gagged when his cock hit the back of your throat hard, but you continued to suck him tight, breathing through your nose as your eyes watered. He fucked into your mouth desperately and your fingers gripped his thighs tight, your nails digging into his skin through his pants.

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned under his breath. “I love you so much. You’re so good to me.” 

You blinked up at him with heavy lids and he thrust into your mouth one more time before stuttering to a stop. He came hard, his hips twitching while he held you in place and spilled down your throat. You stayed where you were as he pulsed into you, until his hands relaxed on your head and his body slumped back in his seat as all the tension left his body and he let the high wash over him. You swallowed as you released him from your mouth, making sure to suck him clean before wiping your lips and tucking him back into his clothes. 

As you zipped his pants back up, his hands hooked under your arms and you giggled as he lifted you to sit across his lap. His arms wrapped around your body and you cupped his cheeks, meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. He moved his lips slowly against yours and warmth blossomed in your chest at the tender way he held you. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he knocked his forehead against yours softly and looked at you with a small smile. 

“Why haven’t we done this before?” He asked, his eyes twinkling despite the low light.

“Because you’re always too scared we’ll get caught.” 

At your words, his eyes widened and he looked around frantically as if only just remembering that you were still technically in public. He let out a sigh of relief when he realised that no one seemed to be paying any attention. 

“Damn, I almost forgot. I guess you’re just that good.” 

You laughed as you dipped forward and kissed him again. He pulled you into him as he licked into your mouth and ran a hand up your thigh. Heat began building within you and you buried your hands into his hair, moaning softly into his mouth as you throbbed between your legs. You only stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder, your eyes flying open as you pulled away from Jean and turned to look behind you. A man stood crouched next to you, shaking his head with a disgusted look. Jean’s hands moved to steady you as you scrambled to sit up straight, trying to look like you weren’t two seconds away from letting him fuck you in public. 

“You can’t do that here,” The man hissed in a low voice, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“Sorry!” You squeaked, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. “We weren’t doing anything.” 

He continued to shake his head, rolling his eyes with a sigh. “Okay sure. That’s why you’re sitting in his lap.” 

Jean’s chest rumbled as he snickered behind you. You smacked his shoulder lightly in an attempt to quiet him but he just laughed as he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry. It’s fine, we’ll go,” He said in between his chortling.

The man nodded as he watched you hurriedly move to leave, trying not to trip over your feet in the darkness as you exited your row. The two of you ducked your heads low as you scurried out of the cinema - you in self consciousness hoping no one was watching you, while Jean continued to choke back laughter. When you emerged into the bright corridor, you heaved a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall. Jean snickered as he slung an arm around your shoulder and you poked him in the side of his waist. 

“Why are you laughing? We got caught!” 

Jean wiped at his eyes as he held his side. “You should have seen your face! Now I know what people mean when they say deer in headlights. I can’t believe he called you out for sitting in my lap.” 

You pouted at him. “Whatever. Don’t pretend you weren’t shitting yourself too.” 

“Nah, I was too busy feeling pleased with myself." He pulled you along with his arm as he began walking to the exit. "Come on, let’s go home. There’s something I need to finish.”

He smirked at you, even giving you a cheeky wink to seal the deal. Despite it all, your thighs clenched as blood rushed between your legs. The memory of what you had just done flashed in your mind and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. Honestly, you didn’t know if you would even be able to wait until you got home. 

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[imnotasuperhero]

Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy. 

A/N: A day late, but in my defence I had a packed friday, lol. I woke up after a night out with the need to finish this part and post it, so here it is! BEware of any mistake since.. hehe.. I partied all night. Also, blame tumblr for any weird design on the post.

A/N 2: For now, this is planned to be four parts with the chance to growing. So it’s on you, guys. Hope you enjoy this and gets you wanting more (:

If not tomorrow, next weekend part 3 will be out.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

Wanda stirred, waking up to an empty bed, before looking over at the sleeping babies beside her.

Her heart couldn't grow bigger at the sight in front of her. Those two little humans were finally in this crazy world, and the fears she could feel start growing at the back of her mind were doing little to help her breathe. She just wanted for you to hurry, to be by her side like you always were.

But all hopes of you being away in search of coffee dissipated when she saw her husband sleeping on the chair at the far end of the room.

'He finally dared to show up,' she sighed to herself.

What would she give for Vision to be more like you. To be present when she needed him, to show how much he cared for her.

A few months till now, she started noticing how Vision would go on longer trips, almost as if escaping their life together. And she would be lying if it didn't hurt her. Part of her still loved him. But a bigger part told her she just missed what they were.

She could only hope he would be present in their children's lives, at least. 

The tone of her phone going off signaled her of a new message and her heart jumped at the thought of you.

Seeing your name on the screen, Wanda smiled brightly as she hurried to open it.

'Good morning, Witchy. How are the twins treating you? Hopefully, they're not too much. How are you?'

'Good morning. They surely love to sleep.. still waiting for them to wake up so I can feed them. I am alright. How are you?'

After a few seconds of her message being unread, she just lowered her phone, basking in the warm feeling burning up inside her. The way you made her feel was something that -secretly- she enjoyed deeply.

Just as her phone went off again, the twins started to cry, demanding her attention. It was at that moment that Wanda made her peace with knowing her kids became before you.

Sitting up in her bed, she tried to wake up Vision. But decided she was better without his help for it was in vain.

Slowly stepping up, she maneuvered both babies in her arms as a grunt escaped her, her whole body begging her not to move. Sitting in bed, she shifted and shifted until she found a comfortable position.

Once she was settled, she placed each boy on each one of her breasts, hissing at the pain that sprouted from the latching.

Holding back her tears, she remembered the words you'd said the day before, as the first feeding happened.

“No no, let me,” You demanded as you quickly stood up from the chair, almost running the short distance to the crying twins’ crib.

Picking Billy up, you carefully placed him in Wanda’s arms. “Here you go, baby,” you spoke softly before you picked Tommy up, cooing at him as you patiently waited for Wanda to find a comfortable position.

“I know, sunshine.” You calmly spoke against the baby’s head as you rocked him softly. “Mommy needs a little more time for two beautiful babies like you need only the best. And you know the good things need time,” you smiled as you checked Wanda, busying herself with his brother before you lowered your voice to a whisper, “But don’t worry, you can always count on me to feed you the goodies.”

“I’ve heard that,” 

Looking up from the fussing baby in your arms, you found Wanda’s eyes staring warmly at you as she tried her best to stay put, waiting for her son with open arms.

Giggling at her words, you kissed Tommy’s head before placing him against his mother’s chest. “I stand by my words,” you whispered before kissing his forehead.

The pain that ran through Wanda’s chest got her in tears. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply as she bit her lips, trying to stay still.

Looking up at the weight by her side, she couldn’t help the sob that escaped her at seeing you wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

“I know, Wands.” You kissed her head and she just let your body be the one who held her in place. “But this is part of the process, and you have to endure it for your babies,” you coed as you caressed Billy’s head.

“It’s for my babies,” she whispered, gathering the patience it took.

But said patience was running thick as the twins started crying at the lack of breast milk, and Wanda just felt defeated. She wanted her old life back.

Trying in vain to hold her cries, Wanda settled both babies’ heads on her shoulders, rocking them the best she could to try and calm them.

“Ugh. They’re too loud.” Vision grunted as he stood up, walking towards the door leaving Wanda with rage building inside of her.

A few minutes passed by when Vision walked back in with a nurse hot on his heels.

“Good morning, Hon,” the nurse walked to the redhead with a soft smile on her lips. “What’s the problem?” She asked as she quickly checked the charts at the feet of Wanda’s bed.

"I don’t know," Wanda spoke on the verge of more tears running down. "I tried to feed them but they started crying." She looked up at the nurse with hopes she could help her calm her kids.

"I see," The nurse paused as she checked the bag connected to Wanda's hand. "Did it happen yesterday?"

"No." Wanda sighed.

"There's an easy solution for that," the nurse smiled brightly, caressing Wanda's head, and she would lie if she didn't think about her mom at that moment. She should be here with her, guiding her.

"Let me go get some formula, yes? You're not producing much to feed both of them," she explained calmly, making sure Wanda calmed down before she walked away.

She laughed sardonically when Vision started gathering his things. “Are you really leaving now?” The redhead spits out venomously as she tried to calm her crying boys.

“Work is calling, baby. I need to make money to provide for you.” Vision nodded as he picked up the call, walking away for God knows how long, this time. And that action alone was enough to make her cry alongside her babies. The excruciating pain in her chest making it harder and harder to breathe. This was just too much.

But the nurse didn’t take much and as soon as she entered the room, she hurriedly took one of the babies from Wanda and gave her one of the bottles in her hands, calmingly feeding the twin in her arms.

“Where’s the dad?” She asked confused.

Wanda didn’t dare to look up. “He had work to do,” she whispered. Her eyes never leaving Tommy, as he happily sucked from his bottle.

“Is there someone I can call? Doc will be here soon and you might be able to go home today,” the nurse smiled as she rocked softly.

“I-” Wanda paused, thinking of you. Quickly picking up her phone, she paused before dialing your number. “Could you… Could you talk to her?”

And Wanda’s secret prayers were answered when the nurse nodded softly, locking the bottle under her chin so Billy could keep feeding and hurriedly grabbed Wanda’s phone, bringing it to her ear.

“Hi, I’m Wanda’s nurse. N- no, everything is alright,” the nurse giggled something warm. “It’s just her husband had to go away and she might be able to- Oh, okay. Be safe, though.” 

“She’s on her way,” the nurse smiled as she left Wanda’s phone on the table beside her bed.

Truth to your words, you walked through the door in less than 10 minutes.

“Sorry I’m late,” you placed the small gift in your hand on the table beside Wanda’s phone before you quickly kissed her forehead.

“I’ve got him,” you smiled to the nurse as she placed Billy in your arms. “Hi, baby,” you coed as you automatically started to rock him, continuing the nurse’s ministrations on his back.

“Hi,” Wanda spoke softly and frowned when she saw you freeze at her words for a second too long.

“You’re not the only baby, from now on,” you joked.

“You are the only asshole in this room, though.” Wanda couldn’t help the smile at your giggles.

“Touché.”

“Are they strictly to bottles, now?” The worriness in your voice had Wanda concentrating really hard on making Tommy burp, avoiding looking in your way.

“No need to worry, sweety,” the nurse jotted some things down into her notepad before giving you her whole attention. “Wanda just can’t produce enough milk for both of them, so she can either complement her breastfeeding with it or just go for the formula.”

“Ohh, I see.”

Wanda could feel your eyes on her and her whole body burned with shame.

“The doc will be here in a few, though. He’ll talk you guys through it,” the nurse smiled before walking out of the room.

Once you both were alone, Wanda felt the side of the bed shift and the releaving sigh that escaped her when she felt your body against hers had her cheeks heating up.

“How are you holding up?” You asked as you caressed Tommy’s head.

“Not gonna lie. This is a rollercoaster full of downs,” Wanda allowed her body to rest against yours, seeking the comfort she needed.

“Is there anything I can-” 

“Way to go, dude.” You interrupted your previous thought as you faked disgust at the warm feeling on your shoulder. “It’s only right that you love me, but you don’t need to be so explicit about it.” You shifted the baby from one arm to the other as you took your jacket off.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh at your words. “I told you karma was coming back,”

“Karma is a smelly bitch,” you scrunched your nose as you walked to the baby’s bag, taking some wet wipes to clean your jacket.

Seeing you so harmonically moving with her son in your arms had her heart warming up. And she made sure to thank the Universe or whichever God out there for having a friend like you in her life.

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Four times they were oblivious,and the fifth....

Bobby Nash x reader

Warnings: There is some smut so 18+ readers only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

1

The two of you were sitting on the couch, you looked at your watch and your shift was about to end in a couple of minutes.Luckily, after twelve hours of endless mind numbing calls. Patiently watching your watch hoping that no emergency came in the last ten minutes. “You’re going to jinx it if you keep looking.” he said, you growl. He takes your hand in his, mostly because he liked it, but also to keep you from looking at your watch. “I’m hungry,” you tell him. The plan was to go out for drinks after the shift with the others. Right now it was almost eleven and your bed sounded a lot more appealing. “No wait, I'm tired.” you said, a couple of seconds passed, he was about to say something which you interrupted. “No, I'm hungry.” He laughed at you. “Well, when you make up your mind let me know.” he said, he leaned his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. 

You sat there with his heavy head resting on your shoulder for a couple of minutes. When Chimney came walking. You quickly drop Bobby’s hand causing him to open his eyes, and move his head from your shoulder. “Is Y/n telling that story again?” Chimney said: “It is extremely boring, sweetie.” You glare at him. Bobby laughed. “No- no, it is just getting late. “ he said, Chimney sits down on the empty part of the couch. “Who is up for drinks?” he said, pointing with his finger at both of you. “All I want is food.” you answered. You lay your head back on the couch cushions. “I’m sure the bar has something edible.” Chimney said, you look at Bobby with pleading eyes. “Come on guys." Chim said, your groan. “I’m in. What about you old man?” You ask. You see him hesitate, Surely he wanted to just go home and roll into bed. “Okay” He answered.

2

The two of you had your first fight. It wasn’t your intention to start an argument with him. It felt like you had no choice last Friday. The argument seemed stupid—it arose because he didn't give you space after a bad call, and it bothered you since you were constantly together, at work and at home. In that moment, you just couldn't face him, and it escalated into a fight. You told him you didn't want to see him, and he respected your wishes. It hadn’t happened in months that you hadn’t seen him more than one day. Throughout the weekend, you realized that your stubbornness and pride would push him away, and yet you could not get over yourself.

Now it was Wednesday, two shifts down this week while the two of you barely talked to one another. He was cutting up some vegetables, you were standing beside him helping him stir the pan in the kitchen while the others were sitting at the dinner table. Firehouse family dinners, it was a rule that if Bobby was in the kitchen that everyone else stayed out. Though it became more common to see you assisting in the kitchen. “Don’t you need space?” He asked, his tone lacking gentleness. “I’m sorry, okay.” You tell him. The sound of the knife chopping intensified, becoming more forceful.“Bobby, it was just a little too much.” you whispered. hoping others hadn't noticed the argument. He took the cutting board and unloaded the vegetables into a pan right next to you. Standing close to you, he continued stirring. His breath brushed against your neck as he asked, "Is this too close?" His spare hand gently slid onto your hip. "You know what I mean. When we get home, I just want to be with my boyfriend, not my captain," you whispered. He nodded in understanding, replying in a low tone, "I know, sweetheart."

Suddenly, Buck looked up and asked, "What are you two whispering about?" You glanced at Bobby for a moment before he replied, "Nascar." You couldn't help but frown, knowing that the others didn't care much for the topic, and nobody wanted to know more.

3

It was way too early in the morning for one of these calls. Especially after last night where you barely slept, and only stayed out, had drinks with the crew. The heat of today left you wanting to go to a pool, and sip margaritas with your best friend. You were on shift though, and the Californian sun heated your skin. The crew stepped inside of the retirement home, and followed the daughter to his room. She explained what was wrong with her father, at least as far as she could tell. 

“LAFD, sir, can you let us in?” Bobby said, knocking on the door. Chimney wasted no time entering the room from the window, and examining the mystery rash. The crew is standing in the room with his children as Chimney exposes the man’s genitals which are infected and infested with a flesh eating bacteria.You and Buck exchanged glances and tried to suppress a giggle, but Bobby's stern look reminded you that it was not the time for humor

The crew assisted the old man onto a stretcher, and you and Bobby walked out of the building together.  Urging  99% of the population at this home to go to the hospital for STD tests wasn’t on this month’s bucket list. Playfully you asked “Are you also going to be a manwhore when I finally ditch you in one of these?” He looked at you for a moment and replied and replied with a wink. “Well, you would be ditching me in my prime time.” You stopped on the last step, creating less of a height difference. “Robert Wade Nash” You playfully exclaimed. He was laughing. He looked around to see if no one was looking and quickly popped a kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry you’ll annoy me to death before I even reach a place like this.” he said, he knew it would upset you again, and raced towards the others. You shake your head, but the grin on your face says something else. 

"What was that about?" Hen asked when you got into the truck. Trying to play it cool, you responded with a shrug, pretending not to know what you had yelled earlier.

4

Today was a day that would be described by the word that no firefighters or paramedic dared to even think. It was so quiet that after all the gear was prepped, the firetrucks cleaned and polished there was still no call coming in. A miracle in LA. It took you some convincing for Bobby to have sex in the firetruck. Your argument being that if Buck had christened the firetruck so should the captain. “How did I let you talk me into this?” he questioned, you were carefully bouncing on his lap, his strong hands on your waist to guide you, sending shivers down your spine.

You held onto him tightly, slightly tugged on his short hair, allowing soft moans to escape your mouth. He kissed your neck passionately, leaving marks that would make you mad at him later when it was impossible to hide.  “Like you haven’t thought about it before.” You tell him, a laugh erupted from the back of his throat.  “You got me there.” he said, you were about to say something when he stopped moving, causing you to pout in frustration. You wanted to open your mouth and say something. The voices of your colleagues outside the truck weren’t fading. They were ruining a perfectly perfect moment.

You rolled your eyes, waiting for the others to just leave. Bobby seemed to be struggling more than you. His grip on your hips tightened, a warning for you to sit still. The tension between you grew, and you couldn’t help but to tease him a little. With a playful smirk, you rolled your hips, earning a glare from him as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. The voices outside continued. Why the hell wouldn’t they just leave? The frustration and anticipation were building inside both of you, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of getting caught didn’t make it even more hot.

It was saved by the bell moment as the alarm went off, and you quickly got off him to get decent again. He chuckled as he was zipping up his pants quickly. “I’m making you pay for that at home, honey.” he said, as he got out of the fire truck to make sure everyone was getting in. 

5

It was finally the weekend, and you were grateful for the break after working the night shift and long hours from Tuesday to Saturday. 

Sunday morning, you lay in bed with Bobby, his arm wrapped around your stomach as he hid his face in the pillow. Normally, he was the early riser, making coffee or going for a run before you woke up. Glancing at the clock that read 21:12, you realized you were running late for Chimney's birthday party, which was in less than half an hour. You nudged Bobby awake. “Dude we’re late. Maddie is going to kill us.” You said, cursing  your concern about being tardy while rushing to the bathroom to shower

You stood under the shower, when Bobby hazy from his sleep entered. “I used to never be late.” He said: “You’re a bad influence.” and yet he took off his pajamas and got in the shower with you. “We don’t have time” you tell him, while he lathers soap on your body. “I’m just trying to be efficient.” he told you with a teasing tone. ‘being efficient’ turned into making out, while ‘helping’ each other with washing. Suddenly there was a loud sound as the door to the bathroom opened. In response to the loud sound you let out a yelp, the shower had a glass screen and exposed your naked bodies to the intruders. Both Eddie and Buck were standing in your bathroom. “WHAT THE HELL?” Eddie exclaimed loudly. Buck slapped his hand in front of Eddie’s eyes. You try to cover up by holding your arms over your chest. Bobby shuts off the water, and quickly opens the glass cabin to grab the towels. Eddie pushes away Buck’s hand. “I didn’t know things were still tight, old man” Buck said, you glare at him. You were happy the towel covered your whole body, while Bobby’s was covering his lower half. “Why are you here?” you ask. All they knew was that this was Bobby’s apartment. That over the course of a couple of months almost all your stuff was here… Was a different story. “We wanted Bobby to be our DD.” Eddie said, Bobby stepped out of the shower cabin.”We can discuss that later. Can you please leave my bathroom?” He said, pointing to the guys at the door. He closed the door after them. You hid your face in your hands due to embarrassment. “It’s fine, they were supposed to find out eventually.” he said cool toned. He started to get dressed. “Not like this!” you said freaking out. Now you knew the whole ride to Chimney’s birthday party was filled with questions by those two idiots.

[stxrshxpxd]

🌷 fic friday;

“nothing ever happens”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

Everything had been light and fun and easy for a while. Damon, my oldest friend, and I had come up with the idea in the middle of the night to drive down to the coast for the sunrise. It had felt like a dream, listening to the old mix tapes we’d made for each other in our teens which Damon had kept all these years.

“Oh my god, I forgot I was obsessed with them!” Damon had yelled as the introductory guitar chords of the next song had played. I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask what it was because I had accidentally driven us into a large pothole and within seconds the left tire had gotten torn open on something and deflated.

We had cursed and laughed and cursed some more as we’d sat on the empty dirt road in the dark, staring at the flat tire.

“I expect you don’t have a spare,” Damon had muttered and I had punched his shoulder, because he was right.

“You don’t even have a license, so you can shut up.”

Some more cursing and laughing had passed and we had made the decision to start walking towards the nearest village, a few miles back. The sun was beginning to rise now.

“It’s a miracle we’ve survived all these years, you and I,” I laughed, glancing out at the horizon which was growing lighter by the minute. We were known to have insane ideas like this one, and even more so known to somehow always mess it up. I felt Damon looking at me.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You and I.”

“Do you remember when we wanted to go for a swim in that lake on new year’s eve?”

I looked back at him, his eyes reflecting the pretty colours in the sky and the ends of his long hair framing his face.

“Now, that time we should’ve died for sure. Clearly we’re god’s favourites.”

His chuckle had grown quieter and he seemed to be making a point of not looking at me, staring down at his sneakers and shoving his hands deep inside his jean pockets. I looked away again. For some reason it felt like he had something more to say, so I waited.

“Good thing you had me to warm you up that night,” Damon said in an ambiguous tone, kicking a stone further along the road as we walked. I said nothing as the memory played in my mind; drunkenly stumbling onto the sofa, his hands in my hair, moaning his name far too loud.

“We were very drunk,” I laughed, desperately trying to keep up the jokes.

“You would’ve done it even if we weren’t drunk,” Damon stated, now catching eye contact with me. It sounded like he was telling himself more so than me. I stopped walking and stared at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t do this,” he scoffed and did a turn as he pulled his hands through his hair. We had never talked about that night before but I had relived it in many dreams. Truth be told I hadn’t let myself think about it too much because I feared I would go insane.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said quietly.

“Exactly. You’re not doing anything. You never do anything. We never do anything. Nothing ever happens.”

“Dames, you haven’t slept for twenty hours-“ I began to try and reason with his sudden frustration, but he cut me off.

“I’ve been feeling this for much longer than twenty hours, Y/N.”

I stayed silent again and watched the strong sun peak out above the forest.

“Oh, please,” Damon spoke again, forcing my gaze back onto him. “Just tell me you’re in love with me.”

“I can’t do- I- I can’t think about this.”

But I could. It was all I could think about as I dismissed him and desperately tried to delete him from my field of view, marching down the road again. It was to no avail as he caught my arm and pulled me back. I had expected to stay at an arm's length, maybe a hug, but he smashed his lips against mine. It was long and passionate and when he pulled away I couldn’t think if I had kissed him back or not. I think not.

“Kiss me back,” he said steadily and kissed me again, his mouth open now and lips perfectly fitting mine. I couldn’t remember our kissing feeling like this on that New Year’s night. The shock had made me hold my breath, but at last I exhaled through my nose and returned his forceful kiss.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Every Little Thing (Is Magic)

Summary: Loki x Fe!Reader -> You and Loki are friends, but what happens when some pain-in-the-ass magician decides to stick his powers in where they're not wanted?

Disclaimer: This is part one. Not proof-read. Watched Supergirl and felt like writing. Like, comment and reblog for part two. Fluff, humor?, Loki being more excited than a puppy for a hot minute.

If someone had told you years ago that one day you would be hanging out with The Avengers only to find yourself in a compromised situation that included yourself, The God of Mischief and a multi-universal-pain-in-the-ass magician - you wouldn’t have believed them. 

Hell, you couldn’t believe it was happening, even when it was right in front of your eyes. 

When you had joined the team via the recommendation of Clint Barton, you hadn’t expected to find a close friendship in The God of Mischief himself but, surprisingly, you had. 

And somehow, between first meeting and the present time, you and Loki had found yourselves having a movie night each Friday. 

He enjoyed, despite denying it for a while, the world you lived on. Maybe it wasn’t as grand or glistening as Asgard, but it had its moments. The way the rain fell on an empty afternoon. The way the sun would rise just over the horizon each morning and had every place on the earth look so magical, even the darkest corners looked like a paradise. 

But, half-way through the second viewing of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, someone interrupted your peace time. 

Loki had been sitting on the sofa and immediately jumped when he heard a second voice and you let out a short scream before dropping the glass bottle of milk on the floor. 

“Oh, I am sorry. Here, let me.”

The guy, dressed in a dark suit and fedora, waved his hand and the milk was cleaned up and disappeared in an instant. A second movement and a brand new bottle appeared on the side of the counter, fresh and cold. 

“Who are you?”

“That isn’t of importance.” He waved off. 

“I believe the lady asked you a question.”

The nameless man turned around on his heels with a smile. “Ah, Loki. I’ve met many of you. Nice to see you again. Please, there is no need for weapons here.”

With a move of his hand, Loki’s weapons had disappeared leaving both you and him shocked. 

“Now, I was hoping we could both speak.”

Your head was trying to register everything but it was having a difficult time not trying to kill the man in front of you. 

“Who are you?” you asked again. 

“Not of importance.”

“I believe it is.” you replied. 

The man smiled. “Well, if you must call me something, call me…Vel. Short for Velho.”

You leaned a little to view Loki past Velho, to which he seemed a little offended. 

“Do you recognise the name?”

Loki thought for a moment before looking at Velho. “It’s Finnish for Wizard.”

“You’re a wizard?”

Again, he looked offended. 

“Darling, couldn’t you already see that?” He shrugged. “Never mind. Besides, we’re wasting time. Why don’t we get on with it?”

“Get on with what? Look, Velho, I don’t know where or…what you are but, please, if you need help, we can-”

Velho laughed. “Oh, darling, I don’t need help. But my help is needed.”

“What on earth for-?”

Suddenly the room around you disappeared and rather than being your apartment, it spun and changed until you were in a large ballroom with long and grand-designed tables and crystal chandeliers. 

“That’s better, don’t you think?”

“Whoa, wait a moment-”

Suddenly, with a snap of his fingers, Velho made Loki disappear. 

“Whoa! What - Where did you send him?”

Velho was circling you with a finger pressed to his lips and his mind running wild. “Don’t worry, dear. He’s just getting ready.”

You stood tall. “Where?”

“Nowhere important.” Velho sized you up with his fingers as if he was measuring a painting from far away. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You yelped as you felt your feet shift from under you and your entire outfit that had consisted of comfortable pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve t-shirt changed into a corset tight wedding dress which put Enchanted to shame. 

“What the hell?”

“Yes, I agree. Much too poofy. How about-” 

Velho waved his hand again and you spun until you found yourself in an entirely new dress. Less poofy but much more lace. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting you ready.” Velho replied as if you knew what he was talking about. 

“Getting ready for what?”

“Much too lace. You look like a botched job at a Victorian Era wedding. Ah, I think I’ve got it.”

You didn’t pay attention to the next dress but the moment you stopped spinning you put your hands out and Velho stopped talking. 

“Hold on! What are you getting me ready for? And don’t you dare say it’s not important. And where is Loki? Bring him back, now.”

Vehlo smiled. “He’ll be here in a few minutes. But why don’t you take a look.”

A mirror appeared behind him and as he stepped out of the way, you saw the dress he had put you in. 

The open sleeves draped down to the floor with elegant gold details. The dress had a transparent, hand-crafted opening whilst velvet fabric bookended it. The shoulders contained the same golden detail and the train seemed to continue on forever behind you, and the veil that was attached to the flower crown that adorned your head was longer still. 

Your hair had changed too. 

From the messy and dirty bun you had thrown it into, you found it clean, curled and framing your face in a way you always wished to have got it, but in reality had never been successful. 

Wisps of glitter seemed to float around you, blessing you with a romantic essence you never believed you could hold. 

You looked like you had just stepped out of a fairytale story. 

“And to hide it from your groom.”

A soft wave of his hand and you found a simple cloak wrap over your shoulders only to find the inside like silk against your skin with gentle details of ivy, lavender and roses all on a golden background. 

Carefully, Velho moved the hood to sit on the crown of your hair where it draped down and hid your beauty whilst somehow showing it off secretly to the world. 

Now you were definitely in a fairytale. 

“Wait. Groom?”

“Ah,” Velho stepped back. “I almost forgot.”

With a snap of his fingers, Loki suddenly burst in through the double doors down the hall causing you to turn. 

He must have been running down multiple corridors, trying to find the right one to find you because once he laid his eyes on you, there was a complete look of exhaustion and relief. 

“Thank the gods, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

Only now did you realise what he was wearing. 

A suit. 

A wedding suit. 

Now you snapped your attention back to Velho. “What are you doing?”

“Just what should be happening sooner than later.”

“What?”

You found the room spinning again and you found yourself back in your apartment, in your pyjamas except for your hair which was not messy or dirty but clean and in soft waves and half pulled back. 

“But I can see you’re both not just quite ready for that yet. But maybe I can hurry things along a little bit.”

The look in Loki’s eyes suddenly changed and you were taken aback as he opened up his arms, called your name and came towards you. 

“My love, I have been waiting centuries for you and I have finally found you. I love you.”

Loki continued in a romantic speech, hugging you multiple times in between. Meanwhile, you stood awkwardly, not quite knowing how to accept the sudden over the top affection. 

“What did you do to him?”

“Oh, nothing.”

You pulled yourself from Loki’s arms and rushed away from him only to find him back at your side again. 

He kept calling you “My love,” and complimenting you to the high heavens. 

“Turn it off.”

Velho smiled and clicked his fingers and within seconds Loki was on the floor, holding his head. 

“What the hell just happened?”

You bent down and looked at him. “Follow my finger.”

“I feel like I’ve just hit my head a thousand times over on a rock.” Loki told you. “Is this what a hangover feels like?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. Depends on the drink. Are you still in love with me?”

Loki looked at you a little confused. “No more than usual.”

“Let me help you.”

Loki stood with your help, still holding his head. “What happened?”

“He did.”

“Guilty.” Velho smiled. “Now, I best be off. And, just a small warning darling, his powers don’t work on me. Nobody’s do. So, you’re just gonna have to figure this one out without magic. See you soon, my darling.”

“No, no, no, no, no-”

A snap of his fingers, a click of his heels and a hand behind his back, Velho smiled and Loki went from panic to having so much adoration and love for you, it surpassed that of a puppy when its owner comes home. Meanwhile, your panic turned into annoyance as Loki held you in his arms so tightly, it no longer felt like him. 

There had to be a way to fix it. 

[seokka0o]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 | 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒖

Jungsu ♡ Afab!reader

Contain: smut; unprotect sex; breasts/ nipple play; makeout; needy jungsu; multiple orgasms; cumshot ; fingering;

Request? Yes

3.2k

Author: Hope enjoy ♡

this is +18 content and purely fictional, not intended to offend anyone. read with descriptions. Minors do not interact.

When Jungsu arrived it was already early evening. 

The twilight sky made the atmosphere of a Saturday night very comfortable.  You were alone, your roommate had left on Friday to spend the weekend with her boyfriend in another city. 

the feeling was muggy, rain running everywhere made you and jungsu change plans to go out for the night, finding things to do, watching movies and complaining about the life you've been leading since high school;  it was always like that, certain things tended to never change if they always came up with a feeling of nostalgia and that ranged from the soda you drink that has always been the same, to the same cliché movie that made you see the colors of the world. 

the definition of comfort, jungsu was someone important enough to you to call him lime that.

 inside the room depended on the same climate,with the windows closed so as not to splash rain inside.  the blankets piled up on top of the bed, like a kind of divider between the bodies. 

deposited unconsciously, your eyes attentive to the film, and the smell of strong jelly candy; you were inert, your mind empty, the silhouette of jungsu in your peripheral vision in the dimmed light conveys the idea that he felt the same way, however much how restless you were sure it was because of the bed that always seemed too small to offer comfort to his big body;

you still didn't say anything, jungsu was always very communicative with his own ideals, you knew that at the right moment he would speak which made him so restless, also because there wasn't much to do since every time you looked up at him , he deviated somewhat uncomfortable with the closeness you were; how you always seemed to be, close, but that for some reason now seemed to sound so different to him. 

Time passed in the blink of an eye. maybe you had dozed off without realizing it in the middle of the process because you woke up suddenly with the television turning off, the movie was over, you didn't even notice. 

Jungsu was adjusting to the bed when he noticed that you looked a little disoriented, laughing conveniently.

 "You were sleeping soundly, I didn't want to disturb you" said Jungsu getting rid of those packages, throwing them onto the desk that you have beside your bed.

  You shook your head, removing that blanket that was between the bodies, giving a significant space for jungsu to snuggle

"I think I got too absorbed, sleep was stronger than me" the air-filled laughter sounded from both lips after returning to that silence "are you ok jungsu?"

 You asked abruptly, making Jungsu shiver, looking at you through the half light your lamp provides.

 "Yes…why the question out of nowhere?"  He acted like a criminal, avoiding airing his filth, feeling even a little overwhelmed by how well you seemed to know him.

 "You're a little weird, I thought something had happened" you shrugged, stretching lazily on the bed, looking a little unconcerned despite the weight your friend was carrying the conversation "we're friends, already a long time, you know you can trust me"

  He trembled a little bewildered before lying down beside you, with a sigh that he had been keeping for some time, at that moment he ended up falling into reality, there were no dangers, there were no secrets and much less dissimulation, jungsu was never able to lie to you and that wouldn't change at all.

 "I don't know, it's been a long time since my last relationship, I'm thinking too much about the need I'm feeling lately" Jungsu felt the twinge of shame hit him like a whip, almost without any strength in his speech, a little embarrassed

 "Need? So you want to fuck me?"  Your neutrality was genuine, despite always making a point of pointing out how much your friend seemed to have grown in recent years, becoming bulky, big enough to barely pass through your room, even though it was something that seemed to live in your mind 24/7 , you struggled to keep yourself in your place, but was inevitable feel this way.

"What?"  Jungsu raised his head from the pillow to look at you again, carefully analyzing your face in search of any tone of sarcasm in order to make fun of him

 "I said. We've been friends for a long time" you started, suggestive, but without going on "I can give you a good fuck, I know you well, we're close enough"

Silence ensued.  Not a single noise passed through the room for what seemed like an eternity, the dark room topped, as if there was something about to happen, trapped in Jungsu's unconscious.  He was looking at you when you finished talking. confused, you can see his cheeks starting to blush, telling you even if silently, what the problem really was.  Jungsu wasn't the most subtle, he's so desperate for sex that he couldn't even avoid looking at you without feeling extremely attracted; tempted to move your very faithful friendship, demoralize all that little prank of sleeping together every Saturday night to just watch a movie in the same bed because they are so close.  You just seemed to wait for the opportunity, just like Jungsu.

"Y/n I…" jungsu wanted to justify himself, more than anything, but there weren't any decent words to describe the despair that ran through jungsu's body, making his hands tingle, his body in fever desperate for the correct answer, but at the same time at the same time wanting not to say nothing , because if you seem so naturalized why should he be so desperate in search of something that clearly had no explanation.

 It was like a beam of light.  You didn't even say anything, you didn't want to, you took your fingers so subtly to Jungsu's face, shutting him up in moments, in an almost heroic act You kissed him, making the first sound through the room, a noisy seal, by urgency.

 You could feel Jungsu's heavy breathing close to your face, his heart racing, surprised by your courage and feeling motivated.

Jungsu cursed and advanced.  Taking your lips desperately to the kiss, opening your mouth to pull your lips against his and letting go of any kindness;

You felt the twinge in the pit of your stomach, kissing your friend like it was no big deal, treating him like someone you could occasionally exchange some contact with sounds very out of touch.

Despite the comforting way in which jungsu simply silences his own murmurs, kissing , contouring his lips to your, bringing you closer and closer to touch your body, using all the air in God's lungs to be able to give you five more minutes at that.

 His lips were soft, well-adorned, experienced, jungsu hardly missed a beat, bringing you closer and closer to kiss him, mouth open, smacking and snarling, limpid, fluid.  You thought for a moment, when was the last time you kissed someone so hard; turning your head and moving gently, feeling a longing you didn't know you had to finally have you kissing him. 

He spilled without pain, pausing for a mere second to look at you with those sly eyes adorned; jungsu was truly changed.  He got up, propping himself up on his elbows and hovered above you, but without being fully over your body, jungsu took your swollen lips again, sliding his tongue over the subtle lips, flaming your mouth after having the right permission. 

You moaned low when you felt the touch of the tongues and trembled below jungsu, turning your tongue in his, rubbing, promiscuously, feeling the salivas mix, dirty and deep, jungsu despite the heavy breathing remained passive, sucking your tongue for his own pleasure and return with open-mouthed kisses, biting your  lower lip and tugging as you reddens it as a sign. 

Jungsu took a deep breath, lowered his mouth to your neck, scraping the fleshy area of ​​your skin, tickling, remembering how good that was.  You smiled and lifted your jaw when you felt the tip of his tongue pass along the base of your neck, a shiver ran down your spine and you sighed heavily, so hard that you thought that could be your last breath of all life.

Jungsu moved on top of you, now placing himself between your legs.  It would be a lie if you said you were surprised to feel the already hard member covered by casual clothes pressed against you. 

The heat rose fast, you never really thought of it that way, but the feeling of Jungsu's huge cock touching you made you shiver, remembering what you were dealing with. the soft moan, you had to bite your bottom lip to not let out too much.

Jungsu bit your neck in the process, accompanying with the moan just as sly.  He kept the strength in his arm, attacking in every direction of your region, scraping with the rush, licking and keeping openmouthed kisses all over your neck, forcing his own hip against yours, feeling his leg give way with pain because of the dick so neglected, desperate after so long without a single masturbation.

 You sighed with the touch, raised your hands to be able to touch the jungsu's blond strands, leaving a delicate caress to your friend's leather, encouraging him to continue what he were doing, even missing the contact of his lips, making your own lip tingle with longing for his. 

Jungsu leans on one arm and rests his index finger on the collar of your pajamas, pulling down, loosening the buttons one up to the chest area.  He didn't take time for anything, his hand invaded the slit without thinking and grabbed your breast, squeezing between large and icy fingers, you moaned with the touch of the thumb rubbing against your nipple.

Jungsu started to go down now without urgency, tracing the path with saliva, kisses still with his mouth open, now taking his other hand inside he found the other breast, which he held between his fingers and ran the tip of his tongue through the rigid region of the nipple, sucking, making it wet. 

You felt the twinge reach your center, your eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of Jungsu playing with your body.  He dedicates himself to sucking, biting almost the entire breast right after, moaning with the sensation, the delicacy that was to be your breasts enveloped by his mouth. 

The other hand did the job of leaving the other breast well stimulated, squeezing it between agile fingers. Jungsu deliberated a certain effort in that region, too excited to say a word, grunting and moaning to the sound of your noises, with your body soft, hot.  You had already lost your mind, your intimacy dripping sensitive, you despaired every time you had the feeling of jungsu's hardened cock touching your hips with subtlety.

 "Jungsu baby, please" you pleaded with heavy breathing, holding the bigger one by the shoulder, insinuating that he should get rid of that accumulated boner as soon as possible. 

He murmured in response and just continued what he was doing, sucking on your delicate breast, not intending to heed your orders for the time being. 

You mumbled, squirmed, desperate, so little patient for jungsu's banter, he acted like he had all the time in the world and really, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, the night was just beginning to consume and you were already on the verge of an outbreak. 

Merciful jungsu let go of your breast, feeling the lack immediately, entering his hand into your pajama pants, with his entire hand consuming all the space of your pussy without much effort, he explored the region well, forcing some fingers into your entrance; you shuddered , as if an icy current of air passed through your body, your pajamas all out of reach, half open.  You lifted your hips at his stimulation, moaning softly with your eyes still closed.

"Look at me , please" jungsu pleaded, amazed at the sight of you, imagining that nowhere in the world would he ever find the perfect place to be, which at that moment was between your legs.

The index finger rose like a feather, stroking your vulva superficially. you froze, grabbing the blankets, jungsu smiled when you finally had your eyes open in his direction, with that he slid the digit around your clit and began to circle, moving everything inside you.

Your legs trembled involuntarily, almost closing up. Jungsu smiled again and began to maintain the frequency, pressed his thumb against the button and moved his face down towards your lips again, devouring them. You gasped desperately and laid your hands on his face, resting them there, Jungsu sucked your lip and invaded with his tongue, now as an infiltrator, he didn't ask for permission and attacked you, his fingers speeding up with each take and you moaned more and more desperately against his mouth.

Jungsu wanted to feel you as soon as possible, to make you burn in flames, to put an end to his own appetite. The first finger was the middle one, Jungsu forced the tip, when he felt swallowed he entered you completely, moving, looking for the spongy flesh, but without success to find it, soon after was the index finger, forming already perfect scissors that opened and closed inside you.

You gasp against his mouth, biting his lip to relieve the tension, your hands freely began to unbutton his pajamas that you always wore matching, exposing Jungsu's torso, which you could explore with your fingers, feeling each crease, each rise, the prominent chest, Jungsu shuddered with the touch of your hands, but stood firm, fucking you with his fingers at that time without any mercy.

"Hmm...j-jungsu...I'm going" you were being smothered by mouth, now without any chance to finish the sentence your body burned, shaking from the hip down you desperately reached for jungsu's hand which controlled the pace, you teased him before you could say you wanted him inside first of all. It didn't seem fair, and it definitely wasn't, he played with your body as he saw fit, leaving you without many options, but with a thirst that seemed never ending "fuck".

 You said after parting your lips, panting, watching Jungsu withdraw his hand from inside your pajamas, licking the sticky liquid like it was the tastiest of banquets. You assumed, if you had the strength you would have groaned at the sight of him with his bare torso tasting you this good, but you settled for laughing and laying your head on the pillow.

It was only a matter of time, you felt his treacherous hands pull down your clothes, undressing you in seconds. You finish unbuttoning your top and completely rid yourself of any clothing on your body.

"God, you're so hot" he said and you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbows and saying nothing, it seemed too inviting, at that point nothing else was in your way, with that jungsu removed his own clothes, giving you the glimpse of what would be a perfect man. Jungsu is big, and besides being tall he was well filled out and this made him more attractive, with or without clothes, he was beautiful.

Jungsu held the neglected cock, groaning almost desperately, he jerked before rubbing the cock against your wetness, losing his senses for a while.

You moaned again, the sensitive intimacy beginning to contract, begging to have him inside at any cost. Jungsu blinked, demonstrating the tic that came when he pushed the tip against your entrance. The moans echoing painfully from both lips, you fell back onto the soft bed, feeling graced by the opportunity, you could feel jungsu snapping you in half trying to fit, fit inside you without any warning, you bit your own lip and whimpered, the big cock making relief in your lower abdomen and soon began to move.

The hands of jungsu again rested on your breasts, kneading them between his fingers as comfort you sought, determining he begins to fuck you, walking unmercifully, slamming into a suitable rhythm on your hips, the sound echoing through the muffled room.

"Yes baby like that" you twisting your spine detaching yourself from the mattress, squirming, already completely sensitive, you moaned like there was no tomorrow.

"You like that huh?" Despite the loaded speech jungsu was smooth, like silk he was fucking you; driving moans adorned your plump lips as he watched his cock mark your belly every time he slid inside, your legs wide open for him and big hands squeezing your breasts like anti-stress toys "I could break you in two"

It sounded like a plea for a moment, you looked so small compared to him that it was inevitable not to voice this idea out loud

"Hmmm...destroy me then, I'm ready" you said, jungs moaned at the speech, he finally looks at you, watching you destroyed, losing control without even realizing it, jungsu sped up, slamming the tip against the spongy flesh that started to swell with each nudge, you countered and screamed for your friend, maddened.

Jungsu was struggling as he began to feel the first waves. You were incommunicado, losing your breath, your strength; he led, coming out inside you , ripping a painful moan from your lips and without saying anything he turned you over on the bed, putting you on all fours for him. 

  Jungsu held your hips and lifted you up, and it took you a while to adjust, bringing the pillow to support yourself, then he entered again, using pink the strength he had, you in a promiscuous sequence, singing each other's names, Jungsu felt dizzy as well as you, Flooded in the vastness, you exchanged a few good swears and compliments as jungsu started pounding, his hand came down against your ass and held it, your head spun a thousand more times and you couldn't contain it, teasing, shaking, screaming, begging him to give you more than you could really handle.

Jungsu came soon after, pounding at an overwhelming speed and then out of nowhere removed his cock from inside you, jerking the limit, his chest burning breathless, red and sweaty, cumming all over your ass, marking your flesh with his hot liquid, squealing, moaning and losing yourself in delirium.

  Falling on the bed it took you about ten minutes before you recognized each other, falling into laughter for a mere second, feeling ignorant for taking yourselves to the desire of the flesh, of exacerbated desperation.

"Are you okay?" Jungsu was the first to speak, a little bewildered 

"It was the best fuck of my life, obviously I'm fine" you complete by climbing up the blanket to cover your own body "if you were after sex you should have said so before"

"How was I to imagine that you were after that kind of partner too, y/n, I was caught off guard" you both laughed without any concern, you felt you had to accept your fate, clearly taking each other to the bathroom, where you could clean yourself and as fate would have it, have sex again.

[hells-wells]

Don't blame The Movies 3

Scream

1996

The party is over and something unexpected happens, why are Billy and Stu acting off? You can feel something is different but what is it?

Billy X Rader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Warnings for this chapter----- swearing, jealousy, possessive behaviour and just a fun time, shits and giggles.

The rest of the night went ok but you could tell the question had struck a chord with the girls. You were thankful when everyone left, Stu driving Tatum and Sidney home, Billy went along for the ride and Randy’s mom had picked him up early. 

Picking up the last bottle, stumbling a little, you heard creaking from the floorboards coming down the hallway, quickly holding the bottle up, you made your way slowly towards the dark hallway. “Hello?” You called out. 

“BOGAH!” Stu screams jumping out of the shadows “Totally dead!” Billy was close behind him.

“FUCK!!!” You screamed, bearly missing him with the bottle.

They both laughed “Geez princess, nearly cave my head in why don’t cha.” 

You huffed “You’re fucking lucky Stuart.” Glaring at them both “Don’t think your off the hook either William.”

“Oh, we’re in trouble, dropping full names.” Stu laughed as he walked passed you and into the kitchen, picking through leftover pizza “Better watch out man or we’ll get spanked” he laughed. Billy followed behind him, holding out a piece of pizza for you “Eat, you had more to drink than us.” 

“How did you even get in?” you asked, taking the pizza and putting the bottle down.

“That back window, the lock still isn’t fixed,” Billy smirked.

“Of course… Not that I mind but why come back? I figured you guys would be with the girlfriends.” Taking a bite of the cold pizza and sitting on the bar stool.

“Is it a crime to wanna hang out with ya best girlfriend?” Stu mused running over to the tv stand, looking through the videos. 

“The good stuff is up in my room.”

Stu disappeared up the stairs before you could say anything else, Billy grabbed your arm, leading you to the fold-out couch “Come on” he sat down and tugged you down without warning, you landed on his lap, the blush spread across your face.

You quickly moved to the empty spot next to him, into the middle of the sofa bed “Sorry.” you muttered.

“It’s fine, you’ve sat here before,” Billy smirked.

“I got a classic!” Stu called out, running back down the stairs, jumping over you both and landing a little too close. “Whadda say?” he flashed The Omen video. 

Billy leant over you to smack Stu’s arm “Ouch!” he mumbled.

“Pick something else dickhead.” Stu stared back at him “NOW!” Billy warned, causing you to jump. Doing as he was told, he made his way back to your room.

“What was that all about?” For a split second, you saw an off look in his eyes before he turned back to you.

“Nothing, he’s been watching that all week.” He tried to shrug off.

“Oh…” You stared out into space for a second before Billy’s voice brought you back.

“Hey… Don’t worry about that jock, guys like that always get what’s coming.” he tried to lighten the mood with a soft nudge with his elbow.

“Or they just get away with it” you noted.

“Oh, but not in a horror movie, rules, the bitch and the jock always get it”

That made you laugh “Mmm, where’s Micheal or Jason when you need them?” you both laughed it off. 

“I can make that happen” Stu sang out holding up Friday the 13th part 3.

“For me? Aww, my hero.” You joked.

He put the movie on and sat down next to you “See? I’m the hero, what does that make you man?” He teased Billy, causing him to punch Stu again. You leaned against Billy and used your feet to stop Stu from doing anything “Seriously what is up with you two?” Stu tried pushing forward but you stopped him “He started it.” Stu huffed. 

Billy rolled his eyes, “If you keep acting like kids I’ll treat you guys like it.” You warned. The fighting stopped and the three of you enjoyed the movie but it still felt awkward, as the movie hit its end climax Stu looked at you, with a playful grin, and you moved closer to Billy without thinking. Stu lunged on top of you, tickling your sides, his weight sunk you further into Billy. “S-Stu!” You barely screamed, trying to twist and turn.

His laugh filled the house “What? I’m not doing anything” he continued to tickle you.

“Bi-Billy, Help!” You groaned “P-p-please!”

Billy gripped your hips, trying to stop you from moving around so much but remained silent, ignoring his grip, you continued to wiggle around, trying to free yourself from Stu’s onslaught. It felt like it went on forever. When he wouldn’t stop you accidentally kicked him in his stomach, causing him to fall back “gah! That’s just downright cruel.” He greeted his teeth. Huffing from exhaustion “It’s your fault!” you joked while lightly slapping his arm. Sitting back down on Billy, that’s when you felt something, it took you a second to realize but from Stu’s tickling, you hadn’t noticed that wiggling around so much had caused….. Oh god. 

You jumped forward, face completely red and into Stu. “So-sorry” you mumbled. “Hey, easy.” Stu helped you back up. 

He looked behind you and his grin grew “Ohhh, damn if I knew a lap dance was on the table-” Suddenly your body was crushed between them, at first, you thought they were playfighting until you saw the look in both of their eyes. “Hey!” you yelled out, trying to push them back.

“Take a hint,” Billy growled harshly, taking a fist of his shirt.

Stu pushed forward, a manic look came over him “Yeah? YEAH? Don’t get mad at me man just because you got a hard-on.” he spat.

“Stop! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” You failed to separate them as they both pushed in, nothing separating you all. 

“Nothing,” Billy muttered as he finally backed off. 

You watched them as they sat back down “Look, you guys don’t have to talk to me about it but I’m not stupid. I can tell something is up.” folding your arms, you didn’t move from your place. They didn’t say another word on the matter, you settled back down on the sofa bed between them.

Next

[xo-valxntine]

Fine (S. Gojo)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing: gojo x gn!reader

tws: pet names (sweetheart), mild swearing, arguing (let me know if i’m missing anything) word count: 2,218

a/n: this is my first jjk oneshot! i haven’t written fanfiction in years so pls bear with me lol i hope you enjoy! .ೃ࿐

synopsis: He didn’t know who he was anymore. It had been a month since you left Gojo. You packed all of your belongings and it felt as though you packed up a piece of him right along with your bags. The day you left had completely shattered him, but he couldn’t let that show. He was the strongest after all. A silly little breakup couldn’t leave him weak. Except it wasn’t a silly little breakup and it did leave him weak. You had meant everything to Gojo and he had grown rather fond of you. He could never admit it though. How would it look if Satoru Gojo, the Satoru Gojo, had grown a soft spot for you? If the wrong person found out, he would be putting your life in danger and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you. So what did he do? He pushed you away. He kept pushing you away until one day you couldn’t take it anymore. The memory of that night still haunted him.

It was a rainy Friday evening and you were snuggled up on the couch, your favorite blanket wrapped around you, engrossed in a new book that you purchased earlier in the day. You felt calm for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Usually, you'd be on edge, worrying about Gojo being away on a mission, but this one wasn't particularly dangerous and you desperately needed a break from him. The two of you had been fighting nonstop recently and you couldn’t take it anymore. You and Gojo had been dating for just over a year and, until recently, it had been nothing short of magical. Gojo made you feel things you never knew existed and showed you a love like no one else ever had. He took care of you in a way that was beyond your wildest dreams and brought out the best in you. He made you smile, laugh, and reminded you of the simple joys of life. You loved him, even though neither of you had ever admitted it.

However, something changed in Gojo recently. It was as if he had flipped a switch and suddenly he was pushing you away. You tried talking to him about it on multiple occasions, but he would always brush you off and avoid the topic. He had become distant and cold, a far cry from the affectionate man you had fallen in love with. The nights you used to spend cuddled up together, whispering sweet nothings to each other, were now spent in silence at opposite ends of the bed. In the mornings, instead of waking up to Gojo's soft snoring and the feel of his arms around you, you awoke to an empty bed.

But despite all the changes, you couldn't forget the memories of the times that you two were happiest. The times when you’d go on dates to various sweet shops. Whenever the two of you would go, Gojo always tried one of everything. You had no idea how he could stomach that many sweets. And honestly, there were times when he really couldn’t. Sometimes, he would eat too many sweets and you had to care for him while he nursed a stomachache. For someone that was widely regarded as the strongest, he could really be a big baby. And then there were nights where he’d take you out on fancy dates. He would pick out a special out for you and take you out to some of the most extravagant restaurants. You enjoyed being wined and dined like royalty, who wouldn’t? But your favorite moments were after you got back from the restaurants. When you’d arrive at the penthouse and he swept you off your feet, adorning you in kisses. The way he treated you so tenderly and so full of care. You sighed loudly. Why had you let your mind wander back to that place?

The sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to glance up from your book. You watched in silence as Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, made his way across the room and into the bedroom without uttering a word. Normally, he’d embrace you and shower you in affection. He’d kiss you repeatedly and remind you that he was there, safe. He knew how you worried about him when he was on missions. Gojo did everything he could to ease your worries. Once you calmed down, after a long session of cuddling and whispering small reassurances to you, Gojo would make you a cup of tea and tell you about his adventures. You loved hearing about them, despite how worried it made you. You loved how he did so much to protect the world and to protect you.

Now it seemed like you were lucky if you got two words out of him. You hated the distance between you two and you could tell it was starting to take a toll on you. You could feel yourself slipping away from him. Despite all this, you hoped that the rift in your relationship would heal, and the two of you could return to the way things used to be.

You had finally managed to get into the flow of your book when Gojo sauntered into the room wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. Your gaze immediately roamed over his chiseled physique, taking in every inch of his toned chest and abs. It was impossible to resist his alluring appearance, his body was a work of art. But when your eyes met his, you saw a playful smirk playing on his lips, as if he was enjoying the way you ogled him. The teasing glint in his smile used to make your heart flutter, but now it just made you feel annoyed. You tried to look away, but you noticed he wasn’t wearing his blindfold. You were captivated by his stunning cerulean eyes. They were simply mesmerizing. Despite being together for some time now, you still cherished each moment you got to see his eyes without any obstructions. He often concealed his eyes a blindfold or sunglasses, so every time you got a glimpse of them, it was like a small treasure.

Gojo's gaze lingered on you, causing you to feel a mixture of both discomfort and intrigue. You were lost in your thoughts, trying to decipher what his intentions were and why he was acting the way he was. Despite the silence between the two of you, you could feel the tension mounting with each passing moment. You averted your gaze from him and tried to go back to your book.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn't even realize when he shifted his weight and sat down next to you on the couch. You were hesitant to make eye contact with him, not wanting to be the first one to break the silence. The atmosphere was heavy, and you felt as though any wrong move could ignite an argument. You weren’t in the mood for a fight tonight. You continued to focus on your book. You didn’t bother to look up and kept your eyes trained on your book. You could feel Gojo’s eyes lingering on you and you felt yourself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze. Despite the increasing feeling of discomfort, you tried to read your book. It was an impossible task. You couldn’t help it as your eyes kept darting towards Gojo every so often.

“You’ve been reading the same page for six minutes.” Gojo finally spoke. You could feel yourself becoming embarrassed, but you still refused to look up from your book. You weren’t going to give in that easily.

You ignored Gojo's words and continued reading your book.

"Sweetheart," Gojo started again, "I know you missed me today."

You sighed and couldn't help but let out a scoff. This was just another one of his games. You couldn't help but remember when he used to say things like this with genuine affection in his voice. Now, it just felt like another way for him to toy with your emotions. It seemed as though every interaction between you two was just another game. It was as if he was pushing you away and then attempting to pull you back in.

"There's no way you actually think I missed you, right?" you finally looked up from your book and met his gaze. "Not with the way you've been treating me lately."

Gojo's playful smirk faded and was replaced with a straight face. "What do you mean?"

You let out a mumble, not wanting to start another fight. And truth be told, you did miss him. Despite everything, you still loved him.

“Hm? What was that?” Gojo asked teasingly in response to your mumbling. You could feel Gojo lean in closer to you and you wanted nothing more than to lean into him. For him to comfort you like he did before. For him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But you refused to give into him.

“Get away from me Gojo.” You say with a touch of malice. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see him wince at the use of his family name. You hadn’t called him that since the first time you met him. He loved hearing you speak his given name. For a while it was Satoru and then you adopted the nickname 'toru' for him. Even when you fought before, it was always ‘toru’ or Satoru when you were particularly upset.

“Don’t call me that.” He says flatly. You knew it hurt him calling him by his family name. Good you think. You can finally hurt the way he’s been hurting you. You roll your eyes and finally look over at him.

“And just what should I call you? How about asshole?”

“Y/N,” Gojo starts in a warning tone.

“Bastard?“

“Y/N-“

“Oh I know. How about low down, dirty piece of sh-“

“Y/N!” Gojo finally yells.

“What?!” You yell back just as loud, if not louder. “What Gojo? What could you possibly have to say to me? Do you finally want to talk about why you’ve been pushing me away? Do you finally want to talk about whatever the fuck it is that’s bothering you?”

Gojo sat up straight, seemingly taken aback by your outburst. The tension in the air was palpable and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You were tired of the games he'd been playing and you were determined to get to the bottom of things once and for all. You could feel the tears beginning to fill in your eyes. You didn’t care if they threatened to fall. Let him see what he did to you. How he pushed you over the edge and past your breaking point.

"What do you want me to say?" Gojo finally spoke, his voice low and guarded.

"I want you to tell me the truth," you replied, your voice shaking slightly. "I want to know why you've been pushing me away. Why you've been acting like this."

Gojo sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. You thought he was going to finally open up to you about what was bothering, but you should’ve known better.

“It’s nothing.”

You sat in silence, staring at him with tears streaming down your face. Gojo wouldn’t look at you. Any other time, he would’ve pulled you into his arms. Kissed away your tears and explained everything to you. He would’ve reassured you and made sure you were taken care of, but not this time. You weren’t sure how much time had passed. The two of you were sitting in a heavy silence.

“Fine.” You say softly. So softly, you’re not sure if you actually spoke or if it was just a thought.

You rise from the couch, feeling a sense of determination in your movements. Your thoughts are consumed by the idea of leaving, of getting away from the situation at hand. With purposeful strides, you head to the bedroom and start rummaging through the closet, searching for a bag. Your hands fumble as you quickly gather your essentials, shoving them haphazardly into the bag you've grabbed.

As you're tossing clothes into the bag, you hear a voice behind you. "What are you doing?" Gojo asks in a cool tone, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You turn to face him, a defensive edge to your voice as you snap back, "What do you think I'm doing? I'm leaving."

The words hang in the air between you, a heavy weight that neither of you seem eager to acknowledge. The tension is palpable, as you both stand still, locked in a stare. If Gojo is affected by your words, he gives no indication, his expression remaining unreadable.

Finally, he speaks, a single word that cuts through the silence. "Fine."

The finality of that word hits you like a physical blow, causing your heart to shatter. Whatever connection you once shared seems to have dissolved with that single utterance. Without another word, you turn back to the bag, frantically finishing your packing. Your movements are jerky and hurried, as if you're trying to outrun the pain that has settled heavily in your chest.

With the bag finally packed, you sling it over your shoulder, determined to leave this place behind. You stalk past Gojo, not daring to look back, not wanting to see the expression on his face. Your feet feel heavy, as if they are weighed down by the weight of your emotions, but you force yourself to keep moving, to keep pushing forward.

Truthfully, you don't want to leave. You want him to chase after you, to pull you into a tight embrace and apologize, to tell you that everything will be okay. But as you reach the door, your hand on the handle, he doesn't come. And with a sense of heartbreak and finality, you close the door behind you.

As you step outside, it all comes crashing down around you. He let you go, and maybe it's for the best. But the pain is still there, a constant ache that you know will take time to heal.

[lady-evelin]

I saw this image on Twitter and it was impossible not to write something like that, it's just a draft but in a few days I'll finish it 😉.

On my Twitter, I wrote a mini-threat where Obi-Wan is preparing a barbecue to meet his daughter's boyfriend, but when he meets him, it is the same Alpha that he slept with on Friday night and who impregnated him. I know... I don't know how it occurred to me.

Obi-Wan was sad; his puppy was going to college, and she was going to leave him alone. The omega had had Padmé when he was 20 years old; it happened with his first boyfriend when he was studying at university; both were young and naïve. Obi-Wan had a rut by not taking his suppressors, so when he came out of his haze of pleasure, he knew weeks later that he was pregnant. His boyfriend told him to have an abortion or he was going to quit, but Obi-Wan refused and decided to have the baby. He left town to start a new life without being judged and started working. It was hard at first, but little by little, he started earning money to support himself.

Obi-Wan thought about giving the baby up for adoption; he didn't feel able to take care of another life, but when he held the little Padmé in his arms, he changed his mind. Since then, it's always been the two of them. Obi-Wan thanked heaven that Padmé showed up as Beta; life was so much easier without subjecting himself to violent rut or forced bites.

Obi-Wan and Padmé got along well; they told each other everything and always supported each other. Padmé had told him that she would like Obi-Wan to go out with someone and go on dates. Now that she was going to college, she didn't want Obi-Wan to be left alone and sad. At first, Padmé wasn't going to go to college and was going to stay by Obi-Wan's side, but the Omega convinced her not to risk her future for him. Padmé was going to go to the university in the city so that she could visit Obi-Wan every weekend or whenever possible.

So weeks after Padmé left, Obi-Wan began to suffer from empty nest syndrome. His omega begged to have a puppy in his arms, someone to take care of.

Obi-Wan had a good job, earned enough to afford certain luxuries, and had saved up enough not to work for years. So he came up with a great idea in his desperation.

He was going to have more puppies, so he would never feel lonely.

The omega, despite being 38 years old, was very well cared for; there was no shortage of those who wanted to woo him, but Obi-Wan never wanted to have a stranger near Padmé. Now that his puppy was gone, Obi-Wan was longing for a baby, but not a companion. He didn't feel ready to be claimed or live with someone else.

So one Friday night, Obi-Wan was going to go to a bar to sleep with someone and get pregnant. At his age, his rut was irregular, so he took a little drug to start his heat today and have a better chance of getting pregnant. He just wanted it to last one night, all anonymously. Padmé texted him, saying she would visit him on Sunday to introduce him to her new boyfriend. Obi-Wan replied that it was no problem and that he was going to have a barbecue in the garden so that everything would be enjoyable and they would have a great time.

Obi-Wan, after grooming himself and putting an anti-bite collar on his neck to avoid any incident, took a taxi and went to a bar somewhat far away. He didn't want to find someone he knew and make everything uncomfortable. The bar was a bit crowded, but you could walk around. Obi-Wan attracted eyes either because of his appearance or because of his pre-heat omega smell, which was getting stronger and stronger. Obi-Wan went to the bar to have a drink and let himself be carried away in the atmosphere. The raucous music sounded like everything it gives. As time went on, Obi-Wan began to get bored; all he got was Betas!

He wanted to sleep with an Alpha to give himself more chances to submit and get pregnant; he didn't want to risk leaving that place without a baby in his womb.

Obi-Wan was about to leave that place; his rut and drinks had him a little dizzy, but not so much that he lost his mind or fell into the arms of any stranger, when he felt a tingling in his spine. Curiosity got the better of him, and he turned around to see who was watching him. He was found as a man about Padmé's age walked straight towards him.

From his body structure and some muscles, in addition to that domineering aura, Obi-Wan knew he was an Alpha, even though he was too young, but that didn't matter to him anymore if that young and handsome Alpha got him pregnant; he wasn't going to refuse.

He was dressed in ripped jeans and a black shirt with the first three buttons open, showing his collarbone and his slightly tanned skin. Obi-Wan felt himself being eaten by those piercing blue eyes. His face looked familiar, but the alcohol and heat didn't let him think clearly. The tingling that Obi-Wan feels between his legs becomes more and more delicious.

Obi-Wan holds the gaze of the strange Alpha, his eyes dark with passion, as he approaches the Omega, asking permission to sit next to him. They chat for a bit while the young man buys Obi-Wan a drink, who gladly accepts it. The Alpha, Anakin, didn't tell him his age, but Obi-Wan at this point didn't care anymore; he didn't pay attention to him since all he needed from him was his seed and knot. Obi-Wan felt dizzy from his rut and the alcoholic beverage; he hadn't drunk in a long time, and it was taking its toll on him.

But before connecting the dots in his confused mind, Anakin took the audacity to caress Obi-Wan's cheek, then brushed his thumb against his lower lip and bent down to kiss him. The Omega's entire body feels on fire; Anakin's body covers Obi-Wan's completely as he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in his mouth without resistance. The Omega lets himself be carried away by his instincts and reaches out to run a hand through his partner's soft, curly hair.

Anakin runs his hand along Obi-Wan's neck, growling angrily when he feels the anti-bite collar, then down to his chest, passing through an erect nipple through the soft material of the omega's blouse. Obi-Wan groaned at this, wanting Anakin to stay a while longer playing with his nipples, but raised his mischievous hand to hold Obi-Wan's head tightly. Without breaking the kiss.

Obi-Wan moaned softly as the kisses deepened, feeling Anakin's other hand move up to his hips, massaging his thumb in gentle circles, then head towards his ass, squeezing it and maneuvering him until the Omega sat on Anakin's leg.

[supervoldejaygent]

She Likes Me, She Likes Me Not

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

Song Rec: Sweet Tooth by Cavetown

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Robin suspects her coworker likes her. Good thing she likes her back.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! As it may come to no surprise, I absolutely love Robin and her awkward dorkiness, and I have like so many more fics for her planned than any other character (unless you count the series I have planned then they’re probably even) but I have a lot of one-shots planned for her, so be on the lookout. I would also just like to give a big thank you to everyone that’s liking, reblogging, and commenting on my fics. It means the absolute world to me and boosts my self-esteem, so please keep being amazing! Without further ado, this thing! Enjoy (:

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It was a slow day at Scoops, especially for a Friday night. Being next to the more popular stores, Scoops usually was the last stop for people, yet they remained empty, despite the rest of Starcourt Mall being quite full.

Robin was leaning on the glass case of ice cream, picking at her fingernails when her coworker, (Y/N) walked in. The girl was coming back from her break, annoyed that it was still dead in the usually busy ice cream parlor.

Stopping in front of Robin, (Y/N) tapped on the glass, startling the younger girl. She apologized, placing her hand on top of Robin’s. It was something she always did to assure someone they were okay and that she wasn’t going to harm them. It was something that Robin absolutely loved, something she wished happened more as she grew accustomed to the butterflies that flooded her stomach when it did.

The friendship Robin had with (Y/N) was unlike any friendship she had with another girl. Sure, they were normal friends and all, but Robin couldn’t help but feel like (Y/N) was always flirting with her. It seemed crazy, she knew that, but the girl worked with Steve Harrington. She got very accustomed to girls flirting when he was around and (Y/N) always flirted around her.

She wanted to talk to Steve about it, but (Y/N) was scheduling herself with the two of them more often, so she never got the chance to get him alone and discuss the very real possibility that a girl, as cool as she, liked her. A possibility that Robin wasn’t used to. In fact, she was about seventy-percent unsure of herself and that she was actually crazy, and (Y/N) was just extremely nice and caring towards Robin.

But even that thought seemed crazy.

The real question, Robin wondered was if she was being crazy nice to Robin, why wasn’t she being crazy nice to Steve?

Feeling (Y/N) remove her hand, Robin looked back up to the girl as she surveyed the store. Robin bent down below, grabbing more cups to stock even though they were completely full.

“Is Steve here?” the (H/C) girl asked.

“Yeah, he’s in the back.”

“Okay, cool. He got here first, right?” Robin nodded. “Great, I’m going to send him home now. You and I can close up tonight.” (Y/N) smiled, walking through the door to the back.

As she left, Robin’s brain began to go berserk. The two of them? Alone? Closing together? By themselves? Yeah, they had closed together before, but that was when they were at the beginning. When (Y/N) was training Robin and they had to close together. Or when the two of them were the only ones scheduled and they spent the whole day together before closing the store. But never had all three of them been working the whole day, only for Steve to be sent home before the night ended.

Maybe Robin was reading too much into it, but that seemed more unlikely as time in her mind passed. 

As she pieced things together. 

She had been scheduling herself more with Robin, but also with Steve.

But even when she was scheduled with Steve, she would only talk to Robin. And when it was busy, (Y/N) would have Steve greet people at the door or take care of people at the register, while she and Robin would stand next to each other to take orders. And if there was a shipment coming in that day, she would have Steve stay in the store and ask for Robin’s help, despite Steve being a lot stronger than her. Plus, she made Steve deal with Erica Sinclair every single time, and if that wasn’t a full-blown hint that she liked and cared for Robin then what was?

Robin’s theories became closer to being confirmed when Steve walked out from the back, looked at Robin with his dumb smirk, and whispered, “Have fun.”

He tapped the register counter, winked, and left for the day.

She was not reading into it.

This was good, wasn’t it? (Y/N) obviously liked her and Robin (hoped it wasn’t obvious) liked her back. It wasn’t like Robin never had a girlfriend before or never kissed a girl, but this was (Y/N). Pretty, smart, sassy, sarcastic, great taste in music and movies, great sense of humor, passionate, lovely, (Y/N). She was everything Robin dreamed of and everything she wished herself to be. She was perfect.

Something that scared Robin more than anything.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the opening of the store, pulling down the door and locking it. She walked back to where (Y/N) was standing with two rags and all-purpose cleaners. 

“Ready to close?” she said, passing a rag and cleaner to Robin.

Robin smiled. “Already ahead of you.”

The two split up the store, (Y/N) turning off the lights, and began cleaning. As Robin began wiping her side of things down, her head began to swirl, conflicted on whether or not she should start a conversation. 

The two had a routine when closing together. Usually, (Y/N) would play music on their small speakers and the two would sing along to terrible pop songs. But all Robin could hear today was the standard store music at a low volume.

“Got any plans tonight?” Robin wondered, too anxious to keep billowing in the almost silent parlor.

“Uhm,” (Y/N) hesitated. “I’m not sure yet. I was thinking of watching a movie, but I’m not sure I want to go home on such a nice Friday night. You?”

Momentarily stopping her cleaning duties, Robin smiled and turned toward (Y/N). “Yeah, I get you. But, no, I don’t have any plans tonight.”

“Oh, maybe we could hang out?”

Robin’s smile only grew as all her earlier suspicions were about to be confirmed completely. “Like a date?”

Even in the dark, she could see the deep blush that snuck its way onto (Y/N)’s cheeks. “Uhm, yeah, like a date.”

It seemed so weird to Robin to see the other girl so flustered. She was so used to confident, flirty (Y/N). Still, she liked flustered, unsure of herself (Y/N). It was cute. It made Robin feel special that the same girl could be two different people around her.

Putting the girl out of her misery, Robin felt a small blush creep its way up her neck. “I would love to go on a date with you tonight.”

The other girl smiled even more as the two continued to finish their closing duties, both in their own content silence. Too excited to say anything else.

Both ready for their date.

[michelleleewise]

Okay, here goes nothing...

If you have time and if you like it, could you make a genderfluid Loki x bi/pan fem reader, please?

I have this idea living rent free in my head : Loki and reader were "kinda" together but they kept arguing, breaking up and getting back together, both teasing the other but sometimes the teasing would turn into bad fights. To the point where their friends never know if they're together or not 😅

After a break up, they don't talk for a long time, both being too proud to go back, and reader goes to a bar after some time to try and think about something else, and she meets a beautiful girl with whom she has a lot in common. There's clearly a thing between them...

You chose when and how she discovers that her new crush/girlfriend is Loki and how she reacts to the news...

Thank you for your stories, hope you're having a great day, may the gods look after you 💚

Hiiiii!!! I'm so sorry this took me ages to get to!!! Life was being life....but I'm here and I got this!! I hope I did this justice for you!! Thank you so much for sending it to me!!!! And may the gods look after you as well 💚💚💚💚

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All of You...

Pairing: Genderfluid Loki × Bi/Pan reader

Warnings: yelling, swearing, angst, breakups, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, crying

Summary: you had dated Loki on and off for awhile, until one day you can't take it anymore...

"You know what Loki, why don't you go to hell." You yelled, storming out of his room towards the elevator "it appears I'm already there.....dear." he snided following behind you. You came to a dead stop in the hall, making him almost run into you. "What, your tiny brain forget how to walk?" He snarked behind you. You closed your eyes sighing, slowly turning to meet his cold gaze. "I...I can't do this anymore." You breathed watching his eyes soften slightly. "You'll be back, you always are." He smirked proudly. "No, I won't. This is over Loki." You said not breaking from his gaze. "Hm.. we shall see." He huffed, retreating to his room slamming the door.

You walked to the elevator, pressing the button trying not to let your face betray you. "Y/n, are you alright? I heard the commotion." You heard Thor, you turned your head slightly, keeping your eyes down "yeah, I'm fine. Just had a disagreement with Loki." You sighed. "Oh, I didn't know you two were back together." He smiled "we aren't, not anymore." You said as the elevator opened. "See ya later sparkles." You said pushing the button as the doors closed. You leaned on the wall, thinking back to the last six months. The countless fights, the yelling, the crying. And for what?

You walked into your apartment, suddenly overwhelmed by the silence. Making your way to the kitchen you set the kettle on the stove, Loki had introduced you to the world of tea and now you had to have it. You sat at the table, staring at the empty chair in front of you, thinking about all the times Loki sat there, apologizing for what he said, saying it wouldn't happen again, but it always did. You would fight, break up and one of you would crawl back to the other, begging for forgiveness and the others body. It was toxic, all consuming, and had become a vicious cycle of hate sex and makeup sex. The problem, you wanted something beyond physical, he didn't want to tie himself to anyone. Remembering the argument from earlier when you asked him if he was sleeping with anyone else, his answer "should it matter?" Making you decide once and for all, that you were done.

Months had gone by as you tried to adjust to the God missing from your life. It took everything in you not to text him, to run to the tower and beg him to slam you against a wall and take you. But you knew this was for the best, especially since he hadn't reached out either. You finally had a Friday night off so you decided to go out, get your mind off of everything. You got dressed up, putting your hair up and headed to the nearest bar. You sat on a stool, ordering a jack and coke, looking around seeing everyone having a good time, when you eyes landed on a woman across the bar from you. She was alone, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, her hand over her face. As she put it down you felt butterflies in your stomach, she was stunning.

Her skin seemed to glow in the light of the bar, her lips were full, plump. You wondered if they were as soft as they looked. You scanned up seeing her eyes, you could see the dark circles and bags present under them. They seemed puffy and bloodshot, had she been crying? You weren't one to walk up to strangers but if you could help her feel better, you were going to do it. You grabbed your drink, downing it as you got up, making your way towards her. You contemplated what you would say "hi, I'm y/n, need a hug?" You laughed nervously at the idea, your palms sweating as you rubbed them on your pants. You walked up behind her, seeing her long hair went to her mid back, it looked like silk in the light. You cleared your throat as you came up next to her.

"H..hi, is this seat taken?" You asked as her round eyes landed on you, she was even more beautiful up close. "Umm....no, no it's not." She said staring at you. "May i?" You asked as she nodded. You sat, ordering another drink as she looked down at hers, her finger circling the top of the glass. "I'm y/n by the way." You said holding your hand out "I'm L...Lucy.." She stuttered, she smiled grabbing your hand, God her hands were soft. "Well hello Lucy, what brings you here?" You ask trying to break the ice. You heard her sigh "well, if I'm being honest, trying to drown my sorrows, you?" She asked looking at you "same, trying to clear my head." You said looking down.

You sat talking for hours, telling you about her annoying coworkers, and her idiot brother. You couldn't help feel something familiar when you looked at her, like you've known her forever. She was telling you about something she had done the other day when your eyes began to roam, taking in her supple breasts, her smooth skin that peeked from under her shirt, her long legs that you wanted to be tangled in. "Y/n, you ok?" She asked snapping you back to reality "yes, sorry. You were saying?" You blushed. "Can I walk you home?" She asked again "umm sure yeah." You said standing up.

She got up, brushing her chest to yours as she slid in front of you, making your face heat up. "Lead the way darling" She purred slipping her coat on. You furrowed your eyebrows looking at her, there was definitely something off about her. She looked at you wide eyed as you turned heading out the door. You kept sneaking glances at her as you walked. She was slightly taller then you, and she seemed to almost strutt as she walked. "So tell me Lucy, what really brought you to the bar tonight?" You asked putting your hands I'm your pockets "truly, I was trying to forget. Awhile ago, I met an amazing wonderful woman, she was everything I ever dreamed of..kind, compassionate, loving." She said looking down.

"So what happened?" You asked looking at her "i...I took her for granted. Assumed she would always be there. But after what I said to her, I don't blame her." She said clearing her throat. "What did you say?" You asked "it doesn't matter, my stupidity ran my mouth and I lost the best thing in my life." She said. "Have you tried telling her that?" You asked "no, I'm afraid she won't speak to me." She said. The more she talked the more and more realization dawned on you, so you kept going.

"Well, do you love her?" You asked as her eyes shot to yours "love, love is complicated for me." She said "not really, does she make you happy? Do you smile when you think about her?" You asked, seeing a smile spread across her face "Absolutely." She said "can you picture the rest of your life without her?" You asked as she looked at you "no, I can't." She said "does she occupy your dreams, your thoughts, does she almost haunt you?" You asked. "You seem to know alot about this." She said laughing "Well, I love my ex too." You said looking down. "You do?" She asked looking at you "Yes, but I never had a chance to tell him. We got into a fight, my insecurities got the better of me and I accused him of things." You said as she nodded.

"Well, this is me?" You said stopping in front of the door. "Then I will take my leave." She said smiling. "You could come up, if you want to of course." You smiled "umm..sure. I'd love to." She said following you inside, you had a theory and you needed to test it. "Want something to drink?" You asked, motioning to the couch "um, sure. Thank you." She smiled sitting down. You made Loki's favorite tea, exactly like he liked it, smiling as you handed it to Lucy. "Mm this is amazing, thank you." She smiled sitting back. You sat your cup down, turning to face her "so, what do you want to do?" You asked smirking as she turned to you. "Oh, I don't know, whatever you would like." She smiled.

You scooted closer to her, you had one more test. "You have beautiful hair." You said running your hands through her ponytail. "T..thank you." She smiled looking down. You put a finger under her chin, lifting her head as you steadily pressed your lips to hers, wrapping a hand in her hair you ran your tongue across her lips tugging lightly making her lips part in a moan as you tongue dove past her plump lips, they really were as soft as they looked. You felt her hand go to her back of your head as you explored eachother, tasting, nipping, you wanted to melt into her. You pulled back, nipping her bottom lip placing your forehead on hers as you looked into her eyes.

"Your an amazing kisser...Loki." you panted as she pulled back wide eyed. You saw her begin to panic as you grabbed her arm "hey, it's ok." You said getting her attention. "I..I don't know what I was thinking, I just missed you so much and I thought..." She said looking down. "Loki, it's ok. Hey look at me." You said as you lifted her head "did you mean it? What you said. You love me?" You asked cupping her cheek "yes darling, I meant every word. I'm so sorry for how I've treated you. I was scared and I didn't know how to handle what I was feeling." She said watching you. "I love you too Loki, but I can't keep doing what we were, I need more then that." You said.

"W..would you be willing to start over, Allow me to court you properly?" She asked watching you. "I may be able to do that." You smirked seeing her smile. "So, I've never seen Lucy before." You said looking her up and down. "I wasn't sure how you would feel about it, it has put people off before. But she's part of who I am." She said "Loki, you know I would never judge you or make you feel less then, and I love you for you not what anatomy you have." You smiled. "C..can I ask you something?" You asked as she scooted closer "of course." She smiled "Can i...maybe touch them?" You asked staring at her. "Touch what darling?" She asked.

You leaned close to her ear "can I touch your perfect, plump breasts...Loki?" You whispered, pulling back seeing her face red. She cleared her throat, leaning forward pulling her shirt off leaving her in her bra. "You are so beautiful." You whispered, you hand ghosting over her breast as she closed her eyes. "How long has it been since you've been taken like this?" You asked, gliding your palm over her nipple hearing her moan "a..about a hundred years give or take." She panted as you massaged her breast, leaning her head back on the couch. "Well, I think it's time we change that." You breathed, latching onto her neck biting down, earning a moan.

You didn't know if things would work this time, but you knew one thing, you were absolutely in love with the God on your couch....

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[elusiveveil]

𝘓𝑜𝘷𝑒 𝘔𝑒

“Baby your body’s a problem/Come to my place and maybe we can solve it”

(A closed rp with @ehhrafayel ‘s canon divergent Rafayel persona and elusiveveil’s oc Emah.)

She couldn’t understand the point of going out to a club on a Friday night. Of course, it took a lot of convincing from her friends to even go out, and that was easier said than done most days. All Emah really wanted to do was have time for herself this weekend, just catching up on sleep or finish up her queue on Netflix. Stuck in a room crowded full of adults acting like hormonal teenagers was not it at. all.

But of course, someone else had to object against her plans. An opinion she could care less for. You should try cutting back on the frowning Em, you’ll develop premature wrinkles before your time. A voice snickered in the back of her head, almost mockingly. “As if I’m going to listen to you, you’re the one that forced me to get dressed and wouldn’t let me stay home,” Emah shot back at her.

Because I wasn’t going to stay in that godforsaken apartment for another goddamn weekend. I’m sick and tired of staying at home all the damn time after work. Fuck that. She did have a point though, Emah thought. She tried her hardest resisting or coming up with excuse after excuse but after realizing that nothing good would come out of it anyway, she dug into her closet and pulled out that black halter body con dress and a pair of black louboutin heels she had stored away. Paired with eyeliner, a dash of dark eyeshadow, mascara and some lip gloss, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. Even her girlfriends gave her the wolf whistle as she met up with them at the club. Everything was going good for once until she was actually inside. The constant grinding of bodies as the place was getting more packed was only stressing her out. It seemed to stress “her” out too.

“W-where are you leading me now?!” She stuttered as her feet suddenly had a mind of their own, walking towards the bar, which surprisingly was empty save for a group of people talking on the side. Getting you a shot, you’re a bit pent up and it’s starting to affect me too. Loosen up for once. Sighing, she reached the bar and asked for a shot of whiskey. It felt like liquid fire going down her throat, but the warmth was enough to make her relax a bit. The song changed to a more sensual beat, something along the lines of Ex Habit. Couples were getting close and moving their bodies to the rhythm, letting loose and getting into it. Somehow, Emah didn’t mind it. Watching them relaxed her nerves like a soothing salve on tender skin. And somewhere in the back of her mind, a deprived part of her wished for someone to do things like what the song was mentioning. But it’d probably be a while before that happened.

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 7

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: talks about sex, infidelity, slut shaming

a/n: this is more of a filler chapter considering how short it is, but i wanted to get something out before school starts up again. i appreciate the support and love that you guys give this story, but please be mindful when you ask about updates. i am in my last year of college so i’m extra busy right now. i don’t mind kind questions about updates, but it makes me not want to update when people are rude. anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter!

word count: 1773 :((

Part 6 | Part 7

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“-and that is why he is one of the most prolific writers in history.” Everyone clapped for your classmate as she sat back down. Not you though.

You couldn’t stop thinking of Friday night.

The feeling of Elliot’s hands, rough and calloused from playing his guitar, gliding down your body. Goosebumps left in their wake. The taste of his lips against yours. The sound of his moans as he thrusted his hard, throbbing c-

“Y/N!” You flinched and focused your vision to see your teacher looking at you concerned. “Are you okay? I've been calling on you for the past three minutes.” You smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry… I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well.” You weren’t lying. You hadn’t been sleeping well at home, but she didn’t need to know that your parents had been arguing in the kitchen every night for the past few days. The constant yelling and harsh words kept you up way past midnight.

Usually the arguments were about money. How your dad was spending too much money on you, how you needed a job because the amount of money you required was getting to be too much, how the grocery bill was too high because you ate too much. Then they’d move on to house work. How your dad never made you do chores, how your room was always dirty, how you refused to clean up after yourself. Then, if you were lucky, your mom would leave, slamming the door behind her as she paced off to her car.

But if not, they’d move onto the next topic… You.

She’d scream about how you were taking up too much space, but she’d also be upset about you never being home or talking to her. “She lives here for free and she’s ungrateful!” or “She’s probably fucking that boy or that girl or that dumb fucking-“ She’d call Jules a slur.

More than once you wanted to go down there and make her apologize. Especially when your dad would trudge back upstairs into his bedroom, only to sob as soon as the door closed. It hurt you to hear him cry. To know that this was only happening because you existed.

The bell rang, signaling the end of period. You got up with a soft sigh and made your way out of class. You could feel people staring as you walked to your locker. It made you uncomfortable because you had no idea why.

When you would ask Elliot, he would just shrug and say something flirty that would convince you to let him eat you out in the girls‘ bathroom.

You knew something was up, no one had ever paid attention to you, but now it was like you’re the center of attention.

Right before you made it to your locker and spotted Rue talking to Lexi. You needed answers and if Elliot wasn’t gonna tell you, she was going to. You grabbed her arm and pulled her towards an empty classroom. “Wha- Wait! Where are we going?”

“We need to talk.”

She didn’t question you further and let herself be pulled in to the room.

“What is going on?” You asked firmly. Rue tried to play stupid. “I don’t know what your talking about…” She said sheepishly, she knew you would believe her. You groaned, “Everyone is fucking staring at me for no reason and my own boyfriend won’t tell me why and I know he knows something.”

Rue sputtered, “Wait. Boyfriend? When did that happen?” You looked at her confused.

“I thought- hmm.” You frowned. He hadn’t asked you out or said anything about your relationship. “I thought it was implied when we had sex…” You said quietly. The more you thought about it, the worse it got.

“Y/N… Sex is sex. You even said so yourself, sex doesn’t equal love…” You froze, you did say that.

But you thought Elliot viewed you the same way you viewed him. You thought it meant something to him. “I… I did say that… Fuck… I’m so stupid…” You wanted to cry, but you just face palmed.

“You know what, that’s not what I wanted to talk about… Why is everyone staring at me? I know you know something.” You put your hand down. Rue froze this time.

“I… I can’t tell you…” She said slowly. “Elliot said that it would be better if we let it blow over before we tell you…”

“What?… Are you fucking serious?” You were confused. “People are staring at me like I’m some freak show and you don’t want to tell me why.”

Rue just sighed, “No one’s staring at you like that. It’s just drama. You wouldn’t even want to know about it.”

You groaned and turned around, “If you’re not gonna tell me, don’t talk to me at all.” You told her while walking to the door, you stopped right before touching the handle. “And tell Elliot that he can suck a fucking chode. I’m not letting him use me to get his rocks off anymore.”

You walked out the door, leaving Rue alone. “Fuck.”

-

“What?!” Elliot was- shocked? Angry? He didn’t really know. You thought he was using you? What the fuck?

“Yeah… She said, and I quote ‘tell Eliot that he can suck a fucking chode, I’m not letting him use me anymore.’ Which is honestly fucking ridiculous because wasn’t she doing the same thing to you?” Rue scoffed.

“Rue Rue, I’ve been initiating everything, She’s not using me…” Elliot face palmed and Rue looked at him wide eyed, mouth gaping. “Are you two are together? Like together together?”

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, ”Yes…No… I don’t know. I honestly shouldn’t be all over her like I have been…” Rue wanted to scream. “Did you like ask her out?”

Elliot shook his head, “I thought it was implied… I didn’t think it was necessary. She never said anything, but now that I’m thinking about it she never said we were together either.” Rue groaned loudly, “It wasn’t! It’s never implied!”

Elliot groaned this time. “I guess… We’re not together. It was just sex…” He paused.

“I gotta talk to her.” “No, stop. She’s not ignoring you because of that… She wants to know why everyone is staring at her…” Rue grabbed his arm.

He sighed, “I can’t tell her yet. I have to fix it first.”

“You know Maddy will never believe you… She just sees you as that junkie that broke me and Jules up… You need to tell Y/N.”

“So this has to do with Maddy.”

Both Rue and Elliot jumped and turned around slowly. “How long have you been standing there?” Rue asked nervously and you gave her a fake smile. “Long enough. I was coming to apologize because I overreacted, but I heard you talking about me.”

“Fuck…” Elliot swore under his breath. “It’s nothing. Someone told Maddy that you and Nate were all over each other and theremayormaynotbeavideoofyouandNatealmostmakingoutgoingaroundtheschool…” Elliot blurted, he wasn’t intending to tell you, but looking at your upset face made him crack.

You gawked at him. You could feel tears well up in your eyes. “Is that why everyone keeps pointing at me and whispering? Because they think I was fucking Nate Jacobs?”

You hated the thought, Nate was a dick and quite frankly was sort of lacking in the department. Maybe you deserved it though. You were acting like a slut.

“This is just… great… I’m going to class…” You moved to walk away and Elliot reached out for you and you stopped. “Let’s walk together, I’m going that way anyways.”

You gave him a small smile. “Nah, I think it’s better if we stop walking together, don’t want people to get the wrong idea…” Elliot frowned, “What are you talking about?” You shrugged.

“We don’t want people to think we’re together right? I mean it was just sex.”

You didn’t wait for a response and walked away, leaving Elliot to watch you walk away.

“She heard me, didn’t she?” Rue stepped up beside him, ”She definitely heard you…”

“Fuck me.”

-

You were crying.

You didn’t know why you were crying. You said so yourself that sex can be meaningless, so why did it hurt so bad to hear him say that?

No matter how hard you tried, the tears wouldn’t stop. Your head was hurting, but your chest was hurting even worse.

You walked past your class and into the restroom to lock yourself in a stall.

Did it really not mean anything to him? Did he not want to be with you like you wanted to be with him?

You picked up your phone to call your dad.

The phone rang once before he picked up. “Hey sweetie, I’m just now headed into a meeting, what’s up?” Your dad answered cheerfully, but quickly switched his tone when he heard your shaky breaths and sniffling. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I-I need you to come pick me up, dad, please…” You tried your best to keep yourself from crying. He sighed, “I can’t, I’m literally walking into a meeting, I’m so sorry, baby… Call your mom, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it.” This made you sob.

She hated you with a passion. She wouldn’t do it. “Dad, please, you know she hates me, she won’t do it.”

Your dad sighed again. “All you can do is try… If she doesn’t do it, I’ll go right after my meeting to pick you up, okay?” You shakily agreed and said your goodbyes before looking for your mom’s contact.

You felt almost scared to call her. What if she didn’t pick up? You had to try.

Pressing the call button and holding the phone to your ear felt like running a marathon.

The phone rang a couple of times before the call connected. You could hear heaving breathing on the other side. What the fuck?

You stayed quiet for a bit before hearing a loud moan and skin slapping. Holy shit, was she cheating on your dad?

You moved your phone from your ear and began screen recording the call. The noises were loud enough that you could still hear them even without the phone on speaker.

You felt like throwing up. In a way, your dad deserved it, he did the same to her… Your thoughts were cut off by another loud moan.

“Oh my god! You’re so big! Fuck, Nate!”

Your eyes widened. Nate? Nate Jacobs?

“Fuck, You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. Yup that was definitely Nate Jacobs.

You hung up the phone and ended the recording. What the fuck were you gonna do?