#god I feel lonely on this saturday night

[oceantornadoo]

hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

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ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

[tan1shere]

Motel Whore

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI

Masterlist

Pt 2!

It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.

And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.

You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.

"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.

"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."

It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.

She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.

You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.

"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.

It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.

Room 147.

Just for the night.

Said I was heaven.

That's without saying goodbye.

It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.

You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.

Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.

You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.

And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.

Am I just a secret.

You love to hide.

Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.

You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.

"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.

You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"

"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.

"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.

Check in check out.

One night stay, you're out the door.

You treat me, like a motel whore.

[vagabondreamer]

A Night Out

Summary: This is a request! Reader X Nesta X Cassian. Y/N goes to Rita's for a night out, and ends up with more than she bargained for.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request anon, this was really fun to write, I hope you like it!

CW: Smut. Bisexual reader, afab!reader

Word Count: 2,923

Minors DNI

It was a spontaneous night out for you. Normally you spent your Saturday nights in your humble abode, drinking wine, and reading romance novels you could only imagine could someday be your life. Yet, all those lonely nights made you feel as if you were missing out on life. You were young, beautiful, and horny. Hell, you were growing tired of your own hand. And so, that’s why you were standing in the middle of a very crowded Rita’s – completely out of your comfort zone. Tugging down on your short dress, you wondered where the hell your confidence went. Bodies were moving all around you – bumping and grinding to the rhythm of the music. You stumbled your way through the crowd, reaching out to grab the bar top in front of you. 

A giggle escaped out of the female next to you, “you must not be used to this,” the gorgeous blonde said. A blush hit your cheeks immediately, nodding shyly. “Here, I’ll get you a drink,” she called the bartender over and ordered you both red wine. “My name is Mor by the way.”

“Y/N,” you shouted over the music. “Thank you for the drink.” Gulping down the drink, you hoped the liquid courage would come sooner than later. 

“No problem, Y/N,” she said into your ear. The proximity to this beautiful female lit a small fire in the pit of your stomach – you weren’t inexperienced with females or males, but you’d certainly never had a one night stand with a stranger. Before Mor could speak to you again, a large figure entered the peripheral of your vision. By the Cauldron, your eyes were blessed with a god-like male. His height towered over your figure, making you feel small and insignificant. To his side, a breath-takingly stunning female. Her stare alone made you feel stripped bare of your clothing. 

You needed another drink.

As if reading your mind, Mor ordered drinks for you and the mysterious gods amongst you. 

“Hey, this is Y/N, she’s all alone tonight,” Mor said flirtingly to the pair. Turning to you, she introduced the female as Nesta and the male beside her as Cassian – they’re mates. Of course they were. Two perfect creatures tied together by fate. Your stomach dropped, realizing they’d never look at you the way you were devouring them with your stare. And perhaps you had made it way too obvious, because Mor wished you good luck and left your side. Anxiety shot through your spine, what the hell were you supposed to say? Should you just leave? You certainly felt like a third wheel now. Grabbing your drink, you began to say your goodbyes and leave when two different hands halted your movement.

“Where are you going?” Cassian whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck. “We just met, and you want to leave already?” He feigned hurt. 

On the other side of you, Nesta tucked some of your hair behind your other ear as she leaned in, “don’t you want to have fun? That’s why you came tonight, right?”

Looking up at the two, you felt like a deer caught in a snare trap. Cassian was intimidating due to his size, but Nesta’s stare and radiating dominance was just as strong – if not stronger. The fire that lit in your stomach was growing stronger, and if it weren’t for the other lust filled bodies in the club, you were sure they would discover how turned on you were right now. 

Laughter erupted from the male, “relax sweetheart, we don’t bite…unless you want us to.” Nesta just elbowed his side, and cracked a smile at you. At that small gesture, the atmosphere suddenly felt more familiar, like cracking open a good book. The breath you didn’t know you were holding in was suddenly let go, and you smiled back at the pair. 

“So, how come we haven’t seen you here before?” Nesta asked, taking a seat at the bar next to you. Cassian remained standing, showing off his large wingspan as he took in a relaxed stance. 

“I really don’t go out at all. I kind of just stay at home and drink some wine, maybe read a little.” You felt embarrassed admitting how boring your life is. 

Nesta’s eyes lit up, “ you read? What do you read?”

“Oh here we go,” Cassian playfully complained. This earned him an eye roll from his mate. You began to tell her what you read, but you explicitly left out the juiciest, smuttiest novels. She was intrigued, but the look she gave you went straight to your soul. 

“You know what I think?” She began as she scooted closer to you, her whole scent engulfing your senses. “I think you seem like the kind of girl to read some of the nastiest, toe-curling, orgasm inducing novels known to mankind.” She peered at your face, hoping to read your face like a book.

“And what if I said that I do?” The alcohol was finally hitting in all of the right places. Cassian wings fluttered, as he watched his mate flirt with the alluring female in front of him. 

“Tell me your favorite scene, from your favorite book,” she commanded, taking a sip of her wine. 

You pretended to put some thought into your answer, but you knew exactly what scene you were going to describe. It had been from the latest book you had just read, and it was the reason why your own hand wasn’t doing you any justice. 

“The book is called Letters to My Lovers. The main character is infatuated by two of her lovers, one male and one female, and they demand she chooses one, but she can’t. And so they have a competition, the one to bring the most pleasure out of the main character will win her heart. And what starts out as a competition, soon turns into a fuck-fest. Like all three were meant to breathe each other in, and taste one another.” Your breath sped up as you told the story, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the pair watching your every move. 

Cassian bit his lips as his gaze moved from your face to your now rapidly moving bosom. The swell of your breasts were the perfect size and he just wanted to take a bite out of you. His gaze raised to his mate’s face, wondering if she was going to make the move or if he had to. He didn’t have to wait long, as her arousal was dancing in the air around you three. Cassian shifted on his feet, trying to relieve the pressure that was brushing against his trousers. 

“Have you ever thought of re-enacting your favorite scene?” Nesta asked you, eagerness in her eyes. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of it before.

“I have, but…” You stopped yourself, glancing between the mates. The alcohol loosening your tongue even more, “you’re mates…why would you want me?”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian took your chin in his large hands, making you stare up at him, “have you seen yourself?” Your heart fluttered in your chest, you looked to Nesta for reassurance. 

“Do you want to get out of here with us? It’s okay if you don’t,” she gave you a longing look. “We just think you’d make a perfect addition.”

You nodded as you stood up, letting the pair lead you outside. The chill air hits your bare skin, making your nipples pebble beneath your sheer dress. A loud groan escaped the Illyrian male beside you, making you clench your thighs together.

“I wish I could just take the both of you here,” he groans as he grabs both you and Nesta into his side. His wings jostle awake, stretching and warming up before taking off. “You ready, sweetheart?” You nod, and hold tight to his side, feeling his cock press into your thigh as all three of you shoot up into the sky. 

A sweet scream erupts from your lungs, and the pair just giggle at your reaction – finding it endearing. The flight is short, everyone entirely too eager to take the scenic route to the House of Wind. Cassian lands on the platform gracefully, loosening his grip on you but not letting you go completely. In mere seconds, Nesta’s slender hands find your face and she pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kiss has you seeing stars, as you move your hands up and down the female before you, a deep growl erupts from the male beside you. Running out of patience, he tears you from Nesta’s grip and shoves his tongue down your throat. The heat emitting from his body is enough to make you moan heavily into his open mouth. Behind you, you can feel Nesta’s hands slowly unzipping your dress – leaving open-mouthed kisses with each inch exposed. The dress slips off your body, leaving you fully exposed to their eyes. The heat from Cassian’s body and the chill from the outside wind has you shaking like a leaf in anticipation. 

“Let’s get her inside, Cass,” Nesta slips her hand into yours as she leads you into their shared bedroom. As soon as you step inside, your hands find her zipper and hastily you take it off. 

“Looks like someone’s in a hurry,” his rough voice sends thrills down your spine.

“Oh like you aren’t,” you tease back as you undress his sexy mate. She smirks in approval at your statement, and begins sucking at your neck as her hands explore your naked body. Deciding to put on a little show for the male, you grab the flesh of Nesta’s ass and pull her even closer to you, both of your legs intertwined as you fall gently onto the bed. You can feel the slickness of her juices running down onto the thigh you have pressed up against her pussy. The moan she gives you is heavenly as you let her ride your thigh. Your lips attach to one of Nesta’s nipples, sucking and gently biting on the pink pebble. Your fingers slide through her folds, feeling the wetness between your digits. Slowly, you focus on her engorged clit, and her grinding intensifies. You continue rubbing her clit as a single finger slips into her and curls up into her g-spot, in an instant she is cumming all over your thigh. Switching over to the other nipple, you hear clothes being ripped off in the distance. 

“Nes, we’re supposed to be making her fantasies come true,” Cassian stalks over to his lover, gently pulling her off of your body. It’s then that you see just how hung this male is, and it has your lips pulled apart in awe. “Like what you see, pretty girl?” He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. In a swift motion, he carries you up further on the bed, giving him plenty of space to kneel in between your pretty thighs. He licks and sucks on your plush thighs, as Nesta makes out with you and plays with your nipples. Her hands move up and down your torso, discovering little spots that give you pleasure that you had never discovered yourself. Cassian gives you a teasing lick, a soft moan and buckle of your hips has him chuckling. But there’s only so much patience this male can have, he dives into your pussy and devours you. Slowly he sinks one finger into you, it’s way thicker than yours by a long shot. Then he inserts a second finger, and you think you’re seeing the gods. The noises that come out of your mouth are new to you, and you bite down on your lip in slight embarrassment.

“No, let us hear it all, Y/N”, Nesta demands of you. Letting your lip go, you let all your moans into the air. Cassian groans into your pussy, the vibration shaking you to the core.

“I'm going to cum!” You exclaim. Your legs try to shut on Cassian’s head, but his strong hands keep them pried open. The orgasm shaking out of your body. Slowly, your body falls into little shakes, and a smile reaches your features. “Fuck that was so good.”

“We’ve just started, sweet thing,” Cassian reaches over to Nesta. She licks up the juices that remain on his face, and captures his lips with her own. Another moan slips out of you as you watch the two feel each other up. They pull apart, and lean down to shower you in kisses and praises. 

“I want you in my mouth…fuck, I want you both,” you looked in between them desperately. Nesta gave you a deep kiss, and then gave her lover one.

“Cass, on your back, now. Don’t you want to see how well her mouth takes you?” She seductively asked her mate. 

“Hell, yes I do.” He leaned back in obedience, his wings spread apart beneath him. His cock sprung up and hit him in the abdomen, precum leaking out of him. Your mouth salivated as you leaned down and swiped your tongue from his base all the way to his tip. His body shuttered in response, his pupils fully blown out with lust as he watched you take him into your mouth. At the same time, Nesta was behind you, lifting your ass up and spreading your cheeks to see the sweet juices spilling out of your pussy. She groaned in pleasure as your sweet scent hit her nose, and she too, dived into your pussy. You took Cassian in as best as you could – he was so large, and no matter how hard you pushed yourself you couldn’t take him all the way in your mouth. Tears pricked in your eyes at the sheer size of him and from the pleasure you were receiving from behind. You moaned around him, the vibrations adding extra pleasure for him. 

“Oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna make me cum!” It was your only warning before he spilled his seed down your throat, in turn, your legs began to shake as your own orgasm began crashing down on you and onto Nesta’s plush lips. You licked him all clean, not missing a single spot. In an instant, he was rock hard again – as if he didn’t just cum down your throat. Nesta grabbed your face and you made out with her, switching your taste and Cassian’s taste between each other’s mouths. Pulling apart, you see Cassian’s smirk as he watches two of the most gorgeous females he’d ever seen fall apart for each other. “Nes, on my face, now. And Y/N, I want you on my cock.” 

An excited chill slivers up you, but as you straddle his waist, you wonder how the hell his cock is going to fit inside you. He’s going to tear you apart. 

“Hey,” Nesta gently grabs your face, giving you a light peck, “you want to continue?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes. I just – he’s so big.” A deep groan rumbles out of Cassian.

“Gonna make me cum just talkin’ like that, sweetheart.” Nesta sits on his face, shutting him up completely. 

“Come here, let me guide you,” she says. Nesta grabs Cassian’s cock and pumps it a few times, the moaning from beneath her grows louder. She gently grabs your waist, leading you to lower yourself onto her mate. The head of his cock slowly breaching your wet folds. Moans escaped the female in front of you, as Cassian consumed her entire being. Inch by inch, you sat down on his massive cock – letting it split you apart, deliciously. Reaching out, you engulfed Nesta in a passionate kiss, and began riding Cassian. As you rode his cock, Nesta rode his face, and you could feel the throbbing in your pussy by how good this all felt. The room was hot and sweaty, and ungodly noises could be heard throughout Velaris, you were sure of it. Reaching down, you rubbed Nesta’s clit, helping her climax on Cassian’s mouth. The guttural scream coming out of her mouth was one you wanted to hear everyday for the rest of your life. You continued to ride the male, chasing your high when you felt Nesta’s mouth coming in contact with your clit. She spit directly on your pussy and watched the spit dribble down to her mate’s cock that was still pounding in and out of your tight hole. 

“Oh fuck, Nes, Cas! I can’t hold on!”

“Cum, Y/N,” Nesta ordered. And so you did. You came, a huge gush of juice leaking onto his cock. Your tight hole squeezed him into his own orgasm, his large load spilling into you. 

For a moment, you all stayed in your positions. His cock still inside of you, and Nesta is still straddling his face. 

“Alright babe, I know I said I’d love to die by suffocating on your pussy, but not today” the male beneath her chuckled. You both laughed in response as she got off of him, and she helped you off of his now softening member. His seed leaked out of your now sore pussy, and everyone just groaned in pleasure. 

“How about we get a few hours of sleep…and then round two?” Nesta asked you as she laid you down, giving you soft loving kisses on your face. Cassian just snuggled into your side, embracing both females in his large embrace. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you replied, a smile forming on your face as you drifted to sleep.

[kpopficsssssss]

Something Different

Jaemin x Reader (ft. Jeno and Haechan)

Genre: angst, fluff - proofread ✅

Summary: A co-worker invites you go clubbing with some other co-workers and friends. Among those includes Jaemin, who you’ve been crushing on since you started working for SM Entertainment as a staff member. But eventually the night gets to you and you just want to go home - who comes to your rescue?

Word Count: 4k

Content Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, reader is y/n, alcohol use, being pretty intoxicated, being distrusting, anxiety bcuz clubs are overstimulating, finger nail picking, I can’t think of anything else

AN: this is sorta based off the premise that you moved to Korea for college and because of your skills (in whatever field) you applied and were hired by SM as staff. You’re usually assigned to work with NCT Dream.

Moving to South Korea, on my own, not too many people i want to keep contact with back home, I could that was getting a little lonely. Life before Korea was filled with pain and heartache. So when I had an opportunity for a fresh I took it eagerly. I very rarely have time to go out and interact with people besides those at work and college. Finals were finally over for this semester and to say my brain was overexhausted was an absolute understatement. The Saturday after finals week I got a text from a co-worker, Sujin, that I’m friendly with - one that I could see myself calling a good friend if only we had more time together - inviting me to come with her and some others to a club the next weekend. I am not a club person, the crowds and the darkness mixed with flashing lights made me light headed and worst of all - I’m a total light-weight. Regardless I accepted, hopefully this was my chance to actually make friends and have someone to talk to. Trust and relationships of any kind were extremely difficult for me due to past experiences, but I was trying to get out of my comfort zone so I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life alone.

I had a little money saved, not a lot, but enough to maybe buy a round or two of drinks for the table. After already accepting the invitation, I asked who all was coming.

Sujin: not 100% :/ I know Jia is going and I’m pretty sure some other staff member, Jaemin, Haechan, And Jeno are going and also bringing a friend

Well fuck. I had been into Jaemin since I started working at SM. He’s just so cute and so handsome at the same time and he’s always able to make me laugh no matter how I’m feeling. I could never tell him though, I’m positive he isn’t interested and I’m not about to embarrass myself with someone I have to interact with several times a week. There’s occasional flirting that makes my beat almost violently but he seems to be that way with everyone. I did my best not to let any of it get to me and keep my relationship and my stance towards him completely professional.

Y/N: oh okay sounds good😙 see you Monday<3

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*time jump to the next weekend*

(AN: so I have this outfit pictured but, of course, you can do whatever you want :P)

I took a last (actually a few more) looks at my outfit and adding accessories. I was so nervous my hands had a slight shake to them but I persevered. I walked out of my room and into the front area were Sujin and the co-worker Sujin mentioned, Jia, were also making their finishing touches. We all agreed to meet up at my apartment to get ready together and pregame.

“Oh my god! I’m never seen you show so much skin, you look so pretty!” Sujin smiled, excitedly.

“You guys look gorgeous too. I’m so nervous, I feel like everyone is gonna see my whole ass at some point.” I chuckled, tugging the dress down my legs a bit more.

I sat on the couch next to Jia as Sujin sat on the rug underneath my coffee table, carefully gluing a few jewels to her face while staring into a table mirror.

“So how well does everyone know everyone that will be there?” I questioned as I folded my legs up next to me on the couch.

“A higher up staff member is coming, his name is Bumsoo - pretty sure he does something in production. I haven’t really talked to him a lot. Jeno’s friend… I think his name is Jiyun, Jihoon, or something. Haechan and his friend, don’t know his name. And Jaemin and a friend of his, Aera. So not a lot.” Jia stated whiled scrolling through her phone.

My heart sunk so far down I forgot how to breathe for a second. Aera? Is she his girlfriend? Someone he’s seeing? I’ve never heard talk about Jaemin dating or seeing anyone - and it’s kind of part of my job to know these things. Maybe it wasn’t important for me to know from higher-ups but still, there was no talk around the building for it either that I was aware of. Before I could think about what I was saying, I blurted out, sharply:

“Who’s Aera?”

The sound in my voice was very obviously on edge which signaled to Sujin, who was still somewhat paying attention, to pause her gluing. She glanced at me over the mirror with one eyebrow quirked. Before she could say anything Jia answered.

“A friend, I assume - maybe a little more than a friend, who knows. I haven’t heard anything about any of the three dating at the moment.”

Sujin squinted at me as my expression went from stressed to still stressed but slightly relieved. She definitely caught that but she kept it to herself thankfully. I was getting the impression that Jia has the beginning of being a huge gossip. Who knows who would get word of that information of my liking Jaemin. The higher-ups could assign me somewhere else if someone found out but then again maybe they don’t care. Either way, I relieved by her silence.

We chatted a bit more before Sujin politely interrupted and asked about pregaming.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot. I brought a couple different things.” Jia said as she got up and began walking over to her bags.

She brought the plastic bag to the coffee table pulled out two bottles of soju - green grape and apple flavored. I didn’t have the appropriate cups for soju so we all just grabbed regular glass cups and poured however much we saw fit. Once we finished and Sujin was done with her makeup, we called an Uber and left for the club.

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Immediately stepping into the club, I was overwhelmed. It was a very nice club, very high class it seemed. I had only been to clubs back home and they were far from “nice.” The whole building had a blue tint to it with strobe lights illuminating the dance area. I grabbed onto Sujin’s arm as to not get lost in the crowd. She turned to look at me and giggled - I’m sure my facial expression had a hint of being horrified to it. We eventually made it to the tables on the opposite side of the club from the entrance and looked for our party. It took a minute trying to see through all the people and the loud music distracting almost every sense. Eventually I felt Sujin’s body jerk from side to side, I quickly checked to see what was happening and saw her waving her arm side to side. I guess she found our table. My stomach lit up with what felt like millions of butterflies fluttering around. I was nervous but also extremely excited. Jaemin had never seen me dressed up before, no one had. I felt confident enough to were the nervousness I felt before died down and was replaced with anticipation.

We all greeted each other before we all settled into the seating. Our arrival seemed to trigger a round of shots being brought out to our table, but we then found out that Jeno’s friend had already ordered a round of shots before we had arrived.

Jaemin looked so heavenly and unbelievably sexy. He had a white top and a dark wash jean jacket and black pants from what I could see. His smile so gorgeous and cute that I lost my train of thought for a few seconds. Next to him was Aera, who was not at all what I was picturing. She was a very handsome woman, with a short wolf cut, white button up, blue jeans, and had her keys on a carabiner that was hooked to her belt loop. She was extremely attractive, if I wasn’t so severely down bad for Jaemin I would’ve tried my best to chat her up. We all chatted for a bit, general conversation and ice breakers. I took note that Aera mentioned her partner a couple times, they sound like a very cute couple.

We had pregamed before leaving, nothing crazy, just enough to get a start on a buzz. However, I was so nervous the entire day that I had failed to eat anything in the last several hours. Having now only realized, I panicked a little. ‘I’ll just pace myself until food is ordered’ I thought. I silently prayed to whatever god or gods that the frequency of hard liquor being ordered would be minimal but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

After a couple hours, I was definitely drunk, and it was very obvious. Even in this state I was self aware enough to be embarrassed and tried as hard as I could to act more sober. I tried to avoid talking to Jaemin or even having him see me at all. At some point, I was drunk to enough to go dance with Sujin and Aera. Basically just dirty dancing and grinding with each other, I was having a blast. Eventually going back to the table for more drinks and then back to dancing. At that point, any gracefulness I had in my body was nowhere to be seen. I was stumbling and almost knocked to the ground by the bodies around me. I began to panic a bit and tried to escape the crowd, desperately searching for an exit.

I stumbled out into what looked like an alley, the street lights illuminated the area enough to see almost everything clearly. Both ends were closed off by a gate and completely empty. Was it smart to be in a dark alley alone and drink? Probably not, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to catch my breath. I slumped against the wall and closed me eyes, listening to the faint noises of the city’s night life. Suddenly, I heard a click and the music from inside the club become louder for a few seconds. I turned to attention towards the door and immediately recognized Jaemin’s figure. He made his way towards me as the door slammed shut. I froze and the butterflies came back with a wave of embarrassment. I really didn’t want him to see me so drunk. I straightened up and tried to readjust my clothes without him noticing.

“Hey, how are you doing?” He asked once he got to a reasonable distance for conversation.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. It’s just really loud in there” I smiled, being diligent with how my words came out.

Jaemin looked around and noticed what I had noticed earlier.

“It’s a little scary out here,” he chuckled, “I’ve wondered what it looked like back here.”

I giggled, definitely too much for what was said, as I stared down at my feet, lightly kicking a rock around, and sighed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You seemed really stressed when you ran out here.”

The butterflies excitement in my stomach intensified. Was he watching me? Had he been watching me all night? I wanted so badly to kiss him and tell him everything I thought about him and how I wanted him to be mine. But I bit my tongue as hard as I could (figuratively) in order to keep cool.

“Um… I guess I’m kinda partied out…” I spoke quietly. I couldn’t help but feel ashamed, like I was ruining the night for others. Sujin, Jia, and I had planned on ubering back together and spending the night at a hotel room. I didn’t want to cancel the plans and have them have to pay for what I was supposed to for my part. My plan was just to wait until they were ready to leave.

“Yeah, me too. I was about to head out. You should too, get some rest, drink some water.”

“I mean.. I would… but I can’t. I don’t really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the bill…” Even though I had barely said anything to Jaemin, I felt as though I was going to collapse from lightheadedness and the blood drain from my face.

“I’ll drive you - if that’s okay with you.” The beginning of the sentence was very matter-of-fact. I questioningly looked up at him.

“Aren’t you drunk?”

“No,” he laughed, “it’s been a couple hours since I drank anything.”

“Mmm… I don’t think.. I mean like - I feel bad about you doing that for me.” I stuttered.

“Please, let me take you home. We can talk about how you feel about this later., but for now we need to get you to bed.” Jaemin smiled. It was so beautiful I had to look away to make sure I wouldn’t stare up stare at his lips.

I simply nodded and then I felt Jaemin’s hand on the small of my back to guide me towards the door.

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Jaemin POV

Usually, going out to a place like this meant looking for someone so we could entertain each other for the night. I would be drinking and dancing and girls would just come up to me and that was that. I always had fun, but not tonight. Tonight, she came, and she looked more than beautiful - there are no words to describe how she looked. I had never seen her dressed this way, her silhouette was so sexy. It took me aback but I quickly regained myself. She greeted me and her smile made me feel as though rays of sunshine ran through my veins. She was so warm and bright, you couldn’t help but love her.

Then, after the first and second round of shots, she got up to dance. And I remembered that everyone else could see her this way too. She wasn’t mine, we barely talked, but I couldn’t help but feel angry at everyone who looked at her. But then again how could I blame them? Right then I decided I needed watch her, make sure her night goes well. It was almost an instinct, she was just so gentle and shy at times. People could take advantage of that.

I watched her dance, smiling and moving her hips and body in a way that suddenly made my pants extremely uncomfortable. ‘She barely talks to me, you’re not even friends, this isn’t your place’ I convinced myself as to not grab her and hide her away. A sudden jab in my arm broke my concentration.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Jeno spat. I jerked my head to face the rest of the people present at the table. Everyone smiling and giggling.

“He was not even on this plane, he was staring at his girl.” Haechan chuckled.

“She’s not my girl.” I mumbled.

“But she could be if you grew a pair.”

I sat back in the seat and thought about that. I had been flirting with her since she starting working at SM but she always shut me down. There’s no way she feels like same… regardless, I continued to look after her.

After coming back to the table for more drinks, y/n and the other girls went back to dancing. I couldn’t help but notice how unstable she seemed. I lost her in the crowd for a minute or two. Just as I stood to look around better, I caught a glimpse of her running to the back exit.

Quickly I started for the door and shouted something along the lines of “I’ll be back” to my friends.

Finally pushing past the last grouping of people I opened the door and stepped outside. I saw her before she saw me, her eyes closed and her skin shimmering from the sweat that had accumulated from dancing, no doubt. The street lights gave her a soft glow. As if her sunshine aura was spilling out into some tangible.

She head turned to me as she opened her eyes and a smile quickly took a hold of her lips. She slowly twirled to face me, her head not leaving the concrete wall behind it. Her cheeks were flushed, she looked so cute I just wanted to squeeze her as hard as I could and kiss all over her sweet face. I could barely focus on the conversation with how mesmerizing she looked right now. I know she was definitely drunk and that it was probably time to go home.

“I mean.. I would… but I can’t. I don’t really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the bill…” she pouted, lower lip slightly sticking out. Her state had been declining slowly through the conversation, she looked so tired.

“I’ll drive you,” spilled out of my mouth before I could think, “…if that’s okay with you.” After some convincing, I managed to get her to let me take her home.

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Y/N POV

Jaemin led me to the table, Sujin and Aera had returned and Sujin immediately started scolding me.

“Where were you? I couldn’t find you anywhere and I called and - you just can’t do that!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear it …” I looked down and began picking at my fingernails. I felt so bad for going home so early.

“I’m going to take y/n home, I’ll check with you guys later. Let me know when everyone’s home.” Jaemin said as he gathered his things and mine. Jeno and Haechan seemed upset but with a glint of mischievousness at the same time. Maybe it was my current state playing tricks on me. Sujin and Jia asked me if I was okay and I assured them I was and apologized for leaving. Once Jaemin had gathered everything and paid his part of the tab, he stood and waited for me to finish.

“I’ll send you guys some money for my share, I’m sorry.” I yelled to them as I started to fast walk to Jaemin, I didn’t catch their reply.

Once we reached Jaemin’s car, he opened my door and held out his hand for me to grab as I threw myself into the passenger seat. As he closed to door, rested my head on the head rest and sighed deeply. It was so quiet in here, so still. It was really refreshing. Like I could think again - the alcohol was slowly wearing off but I was still fairly drunk. Jaemin got in the car as I was taking my heels off and neatly sat them together on the floor as to not dirty the floor too much.

Once he had my address typed into the GPS, there was no talking. I didn’t mind though. I was thankful that I could just relax.

After awhile, I words began spilling out of my mouth without much thought as to what I was saying to him.

“You know, what I did wasn’t the smartest idea.” I smiled to myself, my attention on the buildings and trees quickly passing outside the passenger window.

“What did you do?” He questioned - eyes glued to the road.

“I’m letting a strange man drive me to my home. Not only did I get in his car, I gave him my address.”

“I’m not a strange man! You know me, we work together - plus everyone saw you leave with me. The suspect pool would be cut really short.”

I laughed lightly, still smiling. I rolled my head to look at him. His eyes focused, the cuffs of his jacket rolled up to his fore arm, hands on the wheel. My mind was quickly consumed by the need to take one and trace the lines on his palm, maybe leave a few kisses. I managed to redirected my attention back the conversation after a minute or two of imagining holding his hands… and having his hands on me, my body.

“But I don’t know you, do I? You don’t know me either. Maybe I’m dangerous.” I said, still admiring him.

“Well, judging by the way I basically had to carry you to the car and buckle you up, I’d say my chances of successfully defending myself are pretty good.” He snickered.

It was silent again for a couple minutes before he spoke again.

“Do you not feel comfortable around me? Like you don’t trust me?” His tone was cautious, the volume was slightly above audible.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you, I’m very comfortable with you. And that scares me.” I sighed, my attention back to my fingernails.

“I think you’re a good person, you’re nice and you’re always making me laugh, I like you.” I paused for a second thinking of how to word myself. I was starting to sober up some more now.

“But in truth, I don’t know you. You could secretly be a bad person, how would I know? Bad people always disguise themselves that way, they can get to more people and deal more damage that way. You can’t really trust anyone.”

Memories of home, where i came from, started flooding back to me. I began spiraling a bit before Jaemin said:

“I’m sorry that you have to go through life on edge like that. But sometimes you have to open up a bit to see how many good people there are.”

The rest of the way to my apartment was done in silence.

Jaemin parked out front of the building and scanned the area with a frown.

“I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really feel comfortable with you finding your way alone at this time of night.”

I’ll admit, the apartment building wasn’t the best or safest one out there. And it definitely looked like it at night.

“Can I walk you to your apartment?”

After a moment of contemplating I accepted and gave him directions to the parking garage. The trek to my apartment was filled with small talk and light-hearted laughter. A drastic change from the major downer bomb I dropped in the car. At this point I wasn’t really drunk anymore, just tired. So the conversations were much more coherent.

When we reached my door, we stood in front of each other awkwardly.

“Thank you… for driving me home… and walking me to my apartment… and everything else.” The last part came out as a laugh. We both giggled together for a second after assuring me it was his pleasure.

My phone dinged, probably some social app, but by instinct I went to check it and noticed the time.

“Oh my god it’s so late.”

“Yeah… I should probably get going then.” He brought one of his hand to back of his head as he threaded his fingers in his hair.

“You could stay the night if you want… I’d feel bad you driving more so late.” I shocked myself with my boldness. No hesitation, I’m giving him a chance. Jaemin grinned and stuttered for a second or two.

“Uh yeah I guess.. I guess I could do that, probably for the best.”

I offered him to take the bed since the couch is pretty small but he refused. I kept getting distracted as I was getting ready for sleep making sure Jaemin was comfortable. Which, in turn, stressed him out and kept saying he’s fine and he’ll manage. After giving him blankets and some of my oversized clothes to change into, we laughed and talked a little more until I was satisfied with his comfortableness.

Jaemin explained the importance of hydrating yourself before going to bed and insisted on standing in the kitchen to watch me drink at least two glasses of water. It was really hard not to choke while laughing at the ridiculousness of it. It felt as if we had been friends for a while, it was so easy to feel safe with him. I managed to down the last gulp, with a few droplets escaping onto my chin. Jaemin chuckled as he pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on. Suddenly he was right in front of me, inches away from my face. My mind went blank as his hand made its way to my face. He gently held my chin between thumb and pointer finger and swiped the droplets from my chin and lower lip.

“I wanted to say this earlier but didn’t have the confidence to,” he spoke so softly and gentle, almost whispering, “I like you too … and I would love more than anything to show you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

AN: thank u for reading, this is my first time writing like this. _(:3 」∠)_

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

okay big personal lore drop time, i usually don't get this detailed into my personal life but i'm fuckin mad and also tired rn

so i recently started college/university (higher education where i've moved away to be truly independent for the first time) and there's lots of great stuff like gender presentation, getting to be openly queer, having a good dnd group, etc

but i'm so fucking done with everyone else's romance. it's so fucking lonely.

i've made lots of new friends!! but all of them have/want partners, so they keep spending all their time chasing after people and im just left here doing nothing:

- watching Good Omens for the sixth time because i have nothing to do on a Friday night.

- getting a library card because my Saturday plans got cancelled because my friend is trying to hang out with their romantic interest so all i can do is read books alone on saturday.

- sitting alone at the end of the table because i'm the only one without a partner and they're all sitting across from one another and ive got no one

- listening to every goddamn conversation about "oh he said this and it was so romantic!" or "she wants to hang out soon!" and not being able to participate

listen, i don't want to date. i don't like being in romantic relationships. but god fucking damn it i wish i did so that i wouldn't feel so alone when this is supposed to be the least lonely time of my fucking life. i've finally gotten away from the toxic bullshit of high school but now everyone is pairing off. i'm so sick of this.

i know being aroace doesn't make me broken. i know that. but fuck, it sure feels like i am right now.

[unclejezzzy]

The Sweetest Torture One Could Bear | Part 1 of I Despise My Rotten Mind (And How Much It Worships You)

It’s 1990. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are forced to confront their shared past and shifting dynamics under the ever changing hues of a gay club in Indianapolis. Eddie, exuding confidence and embracing his sexuality offers a helping hand to Steve who is buckling under the weight of societal pressures.

OR: Steve wants to sleep with a guy for the first time and Eddie reluctantly helps against his better judgement.

Indianapolis, 1990

Eddie leant back on his elbows against the metal topped bar of the club, eyes squinting as he delicately held the rim of his glass between his fingers.

It was a Saturday night which meant that it was nothing short of a a visual feast for the senses.

The music pulsated through his body, situating itself in his spine as he squinted out at the vast expanse of potential conquests through the smoky haze.

The multi-colored lights above bathed the adumbrate dancers in an ever-changing rainbow of hues. The walls were adorned with mirrors, reflecting the dancers and amplifying the feeling of being part of something larger than oneself. Giant video screens played music videos and club scene footage, immersing them all in a world of pure hedonism.

Of course, Eddie couldn't deny that a majority of the time the clientele were just as visually stunning as their surroundings. Dancing bodies adorned in leather, lace, and sequins were all in abundance, as per usual.

But something was different. He didn't have the usual feeling that anything was possible in there tonight.

Something was missing.

"What about that guy?" Robin asked; voice elevated so it could carry over the bass of the music as she leaned across from behind the bar on her tiptoes to point out across the room to a guy with spiky blonde hair in a tank top.

“Nah - had him already. He's boring." Eddie said cavalierly.

"Boring?" She reiterated, busying herself with wiping the rims of highball glasses with a dish towel.

"He sucked dick like he was working a nine to five." He scoffed a laugh, taking a sip of his drink.

"Okay, fine." She shrugged, neck craned as she scoured their surroundings.

"Him?"

"Nah - too - muscly." Eddie grimaced, immediately glancing away without wasting a second.

"I thought you liked that?" She asked, looking up at him beneath furrowed brows.

"I like 'em toned, like a subtle 'yeah I work out but it's not my entire personality.' I don't want someone who looks like they're the face for sports steroids advertisements." Eddie said firmly.

"God you're so picky, you're looking for a hook up not a husband." Robin clarified, rolling her eyes.

"There's just nobody new and exciting. It's the same faces, same music, same routine. It's exhausting." He said, staring out ahead of him as he kissed his lips between his teeth.

"Yeah, I forgot that getting your dick sucked could be so tedious." She said in jest as Eddie chose not to respond.

"You know, maybe you're just not as into it as you used to be. That's fine, you know. To grow up and get a life outside of hooking up with people. Maybe settle down, get a boyfriend or something."

Eddie narrowed his eyes, pretending to be in deep pensive thought.

"Nah, that doesn't sound like something I'd do." He eventually said, lips breaking out into a devilish grin as Robin glared across at him.

He allowed his eyes to glaze back over the crowds of people.

His vision fixated on a lone guy with lightly tousled brown hair leaning against the metal bars of the balcony, facing away from him. It was long, layered. Purposely messy? Eddie couldn't decide. But he loved how it curled around his neck from the length.

He was wearing camel coloured chinos and a navy blue T-shirt. Fingers tapping against his crossed arms as he continued to look out at the vastness ahead of him.

Two go-go boys dressed in nothing but tight fitting, metallic shorts and pairs of cheap angel wings that were most likely bought from a Spirit Halloween store were either side of him.

They were elevated from the floor, encased in metal caging with dollar bills hanging limp from their waistbands.

It was an ethereal sight given the circumstances. If he believed in that kind of la-di-da butterfly effect bullshit he would have assumed that the universe had placed him in his line of sight for a reason.

Eddie's eyes scanned the length of his body.

He couldn't help but admire the curvature of his ass; how it was packed so tightly into the material it almost made them look as though they were painted on with the way they hugged his hips and thighs.

"Him." He said firmly, not breaking his gaze.

"What?" Robin asked.

"Him, over there." Eddie said, clicking his fingers with an outstretched arm to draw her in to his line of sight.

"The guy in the chinos?"

"Yeah. I want him."

"You haven't even seen his face yet." She warranted.

"Don't need to. He's got an ass that goes for miles. He could be the ugliest fucker in the world for all I care. I'll just go behind, don't have to look at him." He clarified, biting down against the flesh of his lower lip.

"Here I was thinking you were shallow." She shot back, voice tainted with sarcasm as she slung the dish towel over her shoulder.

"I'm going over." He affirmed - voice low as he downed the remainder of his drink, reaching around to place the empty glass behind himself on the bar.

"Okay, have fun. Be good." Robin called out after him as he brushed down the front of his black tee.

"Never. Don't miss me too much." He shot back, teasingly as he ran his fingers through his bangs to ensure they were placed in the perfect divide between careless and purposeful.

The thing with Eddie is that he didn't get rejected. In fact, he couldn't even recall the last time he got rejected.

He read an article that stated that statistically speaking, men think about sex on average around 19 times a day. This was one of those times that Eddie was happy to be branded as above average.

Of course, these statistics were based solely on straight men. Go figure.

When Eddie wasn't having sex, he was thinking about having sex. And the second he was finished having sex with the most beautiful man who ever lived, he was thinking about the next beautiful man who ever lived that he'd meet the next night.

And luckily for this guy, he was right on his radar.

He sauntered through the throngs of people, skin prickling in anticipation as he approached him. It was almost exhilarating, reaching the apex of a desired conquest.

"Hey, had a busy night?" Eddie asked, slinking an arm around the guys waist as he whipped round to face him.

He had hoped his gaze would be met with the same inquisitive eagerness. Instead, he was met with brown forlorn eyes and furrowed brows with a sinister familiarity to them.

The chiselled jawline, the mole on the side of his neck beneath the stubble, the irate demeanour.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Eddie announced, retracting his hand with the same speed you would if you caught it on the side of a hot teakettle.

"Oh God." The other breathed out, eyes darting maniacally across his face as Eddie watched the muscles of his neck contract with a deep swallow.

"Steve?" Eddie asked, biting back a laugh as his jaw slacked in awe.

"No." He said hastily, shaking his head as he darted around at his surroundings for a quick escape.

"Oh my God, it is you. Steve Harrington. From Hawkins High." Eddie pressed as he watched him back away, hand gripping the metal of the balcony for stability.

King Steve. Hawkins High maverick, belligerent basketball captain, disciples at his heels. He sounded like a cliche.

He was a cliche.

The man was a planet who carried his own gravity.

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[cowboyfromh3ll]

love your writing so far!! I noticed you said you'd be willing to write for Eagle Flies. If you wanted to, maybe an Eagle Flies fic similar to the ones you've already written would be cool? that would be awesome, no pressure though! <3

Why Do I Cry

(Eagle Flies x Fem!Reader smut)

Warnings: smut and a little angst

I made it a little angsty sorry ToT I thought this up while in the dentist waiting room

Your love letters — to and from Eagle Flies — were kept in an old wooden box, the white paint chipping and peeling. They were tied with old, rigid twine thongs; dated from 1897 to 1899. The paper was old and yellowed with age, the edges of it brittled, yet each letter was well taken care of. He wooed you thoroughly and consistently by mail since you two met one evening in Saint Denis. The both of you could tell neither of you were from there, but that became the place you two consistently met.

You reciprocated and made your feelings known through mail, planning your future together. You learned he lived on the Wapiti reservation, and you, in your Daddy’s old homestead. He would occasionally leave his home to come down and visit you, paying you his company for a night or two. This would happen once a week, and every Friday morning you could anticipate his return to your home. The Sunday that he left always left you feeling lonely and sad, enough to make you cry. But it left you with a satisfaction knowing that you could always count on his return, and you could relish in the fact that the previous Saturday night was such a wonderful night.

But it was Friday night by now, and you anxiously sat in your living area, forehead pressed to your window as you gazed out into the pitch black woods. You played a calming toon on your phonogram, attempting to ease your racing thoughts. Your own mind began to depress you, having conflicting feelings of anger for Eagle Flies and worry for what might’ve happened. Anxiety ate away at you, a million awful scenarios running through your head, your stomach tightening and turning as you leaned away from your window. You had to wipe away any tears threatening to fall, sniffling and clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself.

Then you remembered his last few letters, how he spoke of plans against his people to drive them off their land. For oil no less. How he had been receiving help from a group of people against the same company hoping to enact those plans. Though his adoration for you continued to drip from every letter he sent, there was an increased sorrow to them. An ominous tone to his writing, a tone that expressed a cacophony of anger, sadness, and pride. It was the pride that scared you the most. For reasons you dare not entertain or even speak of, you could only hope something hadn’t happened to him.

You could not will yourself away from the window, nor could you ease yourself enough to stop worrying and possibly go to sleep. It was late anyway. Then you heard the familiar galloping of hooves, and your forehead was stuck to the window again. It could’ve been any passerby riding past your home, but when you saw the familiar white splash of Eagle Flies’ American Paint, you jumped up off your couch and stomped outside down your steps.

“Eagle Flies!” You cried out, tears falling down your face now. Despite the evident anger in your face and voice, Eagle Flies looked at you with a large smile, quickly dismounting his horse and opening his arms.

“My darling.” He said simply, sweeping you up into his arms and spinning you in the air. You hugged him as tight as you could.

“Where were you?! I thought you were dead or something! God, I am so happy to see you!” You buried your face into the nook of his neck and shoulder, wetting his shirt with your face. He stroked your hair, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead before cupping your cheeks and tilting your head upwards to look at him. He wiped your tears with a tenderness so warm it almost made you cry more.

“My love, I’m so sorry. A million times, I am sorry.” He leaned forward and kissed you, pouring all his apologies and sympathies into that kiss. He stroked your face, his eyes holding many words that he did not want to pour onto you immediately.

“Where were you?” You asked again, choking on your words.

He looked around as if he could find the right words to say without alarming you.

“They took some of our horses today and I…” He trailed off as he saw you shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes, not needing him to finish the rest of his sentence. He continued anyway.

“I plan to ride into their oil refinery tomorrow.” You felt your stomach trying to cave in, and all at once all the worries and fears you felt the most that day came rushing back at you tenfold. Your worries were a distant reality just waiting to happen now.

“No…” You took his hands into yours pulling him along gently as you walked backwards towards your steps. “Please… Eagle Flies…” You did not know exactly what to plead. And you did not know whether or not it was something you should do. You knew from the very beginning that Eagle Flies was a reckless and prideful man, and would stop at nothing to protect his tribe.

He squeezed your hands tight, not to hurt you, but to show that this was something he was serious about. Something he meant. Something he wanted deep down in his core and he would not let anything stop him. Not even you.

A moment of somber silence fell over you two, the chorus of crickets accompanying your soft sniffles and hiccups. All the while, he held you close against his chest and rubbed your arm soothingly. After a moment, he cupped your face and tilted it upwards to face him once again. He had a look of determination in his eyes now, but his gaze for you was much more gentle now.

“After this, (Name), I want you to marry me.” He said this with the same firmness as before. You knew then, that he truly meant it, and that this was something he also wanted and valued.

You looked at him wide and glassy eyed, your lips parting in shock. A surge of happiness and affection shot through you, butterflies filling your stomach. You began nodding your head enthusiastically, launching yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Oh! Yes! Absolutely, yes!” You cried out. You looked at him, absolutely smitten with the man before you.

“I want to be with you, and I will be, I just need to do this first (Name), this is important to me.” He moved to stand, hand in hand with you. “I’ll come and see you after, I promise, and then I’ll spend the week with you.” He assured you. Your smile could not have been wider as you nodded.

The two of you kissed again, a shared passion in your lips as your emotions and adrenaline all surged forth into that one single kiss. His arms found their way around your back, his hand resting on the curve of your back and ass. You wrapped your own arms over his shoulders, your tender kiss becoming more ravenous.

The wet smacking of lips was accompanied by the rustling of clothes, his hands moving down your back to grip your ass with both fists. You whimpered into the kiss and sighed as he bit on your bottom lip and pulled. Your lips connected again; sloppy, wet, and full of the fervor of young and in-love people. His tongue slid against your palate then your tongue, and in one swift motion he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He did not break the kiss once as he walked inside your home, and he found his way to your bedroom with an ease that indicated his familiarity with the layout (That and this scenario had happened several times before between you two).

He set you down on your bed gently, hurriedly running his hands down your torso before snagging his fingers on the hemline of your skirt, yanking down in several motions until your bloomers were exposed. You two giggled warm heartedly, competing in a chaff race to see who could unbutton their shirt first. His fingers worked fast, and he threw his shirt off even faster.

“Beat you.” He joked as you giggled, allowing you to finish up without interrupting you. The bed dipped with your shared weight, wood creaking as he leaned forward and helped you slip your chemise off. Your breasts were bare to him, but you never felt self conscious before him. He kissed down from your jawline to your nipple, sucking on it like some sort of hard candy.

His hands ran down the silky skin of the ridge of your spine, tickling the area by tracing circles. He broke away from your breast and looked at you with impish resolve. You slid down the bed and watched in anticipation as he undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. Your heart fluttered when he settled between your legs, and he captured you in a breathtaking kiss once again.

“I love you.” He spoke.

“I love you too”

He slid his hand into your bloomers, raking past the tuft of hair between your legs, and used two fingers to spread you apart. You gulped as goosebumps racked your body, your senses becoming completely overwhelmed as he began kissing your neck. He used his other arm to nudge your other thigh further, slipping his arm under and hooking his elbow below your knee. His fingers ghosted over your clit before pressing down firmly. Your body shuddered in pleasure, and you bit your bottom lip.

He leisurely massaged the bud, causing your legs to kick a little. You sighed in satisfaction when he slipped his middle finger inside you, hooking the digit and pumping in and out while curling. Consecutively, he licked a flat stripe up your neck to your ear lobe, sucking it between his teeth. You shivered from all the sensations, docile in his arms. You ran your hand from his pectoral to his neck, petting the downy curve of his neck.

His own cock chafed against his drawers uncomfortably; eventually using his free hand to free himself. His cock sprung against his torso with a wet slap, the tip a vibrant red and dribbling pre cum. As he continued to finger you, you moved slightly to the side, shifting your weight onto your right arm as you reached for his cock with your left.

You split your fingers over his cock head, smothering your fingers in cum. He watched with foggy eyes, mouth parted and eyes lidded as he panted. He didn’t even realize he had stopped moving his finger in and out of you.

Your grip on his cock tightened as you began stroking, at first softly, then harder, turning your wrist with each stroke. His breathing turned irregular, hitching when your grip tightened and sped up. You poured every bit of love you had for him into making him feel good. His cock pulsed and throbbed, the veins running down it were prominent and pumping him full of so much blood it almost hurt.

“Alright alright.” He gasped, moving to mount you. You giggled in excitement, shuffling your bloomers off and lifting your ass in order to get them fully off.

“Beautiful. Truly, beautiful.” He gasped, tracing kisses over your collarbone. You spread your legs wide for him expectantly, and he took this as a sign to position his hands beneath your knees, holding you in place as he slid inside.

You both sighed in satisfaction, curing both your aches. Your pussy gripped him with a velvety clench. His eyes proceeded to roll back as he sank into slick, warm membrane.

“F-Fuck..” He stuttered out, his shoulders shuddering when he pulled back and sank back in. You couldn’t contain your own wanton moans, your face turning red when you realized you could hear how wet you were. He leaned forward and pressed his sweaty forehead to yours, eyes screwed shut as he struggled to fathom how it was possible to feel this good.

His thrusts became heavy, and your body shook with the impact of each movement forward. The room rose in temperature from your pants and shared body heat, and it became impossible to get a full breath when it got knocked out of you each time Eagle Flies thrusted. He dug his knees into the bed and pressed your knees forward, hair cascading down his shoulders as he threw his head back. He was incredibly loud and whimpery.

He finished inside you, as he usually did, the warmth of his cum making you sweat even more. He continued his sloppy, wet thrusts, using some of his leaking cum to rub over your clit and helped you finish as well. You two remained there, panting for a moment, before he moved to pull out. A string of cum connected him to your pussy still, and he could not will himself in his haze, to look away. That is until you moved on your own, opening your arms for him. He sighed in satisfaction and shifted his weight to his elbows before laying in your chest.

“I love you, I’m sorry for coming to see you so late. And I’m sorry I have to leave again in the morning.” He muttered.

“It’s okay, it was out of your control.” You reassured.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I swear I’ll spend the week with you.”

“It’s okay, Eagle Flies, I promise I’m not mad. Just lay here with me.”

It was these sweet, ginger moments in time that you shared that made it seem as though all your problems were so far away and distant. As if they didn’t even exist. And you would cherish laying here with him one last time, until his departure the next day.

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This was more fluff and angst than smutty lol

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet Chapter 2

As I sat with the girls at the table they only looked at me confused and then at Chan and then back at me, "Oh, he said he wants to study with us...hope it's not a problem" I say with a shy smile, I'm nearly making 'friends' and now they think I'm weird, fuck I should've said no to him.

 "No worries it's completely fine, hi Chan how are you?" Mina said with a flirtatious voice, OK yeah... I should've said no to him, now all the attention is on the pretty boy next to me.

As we grabbed our books to start studying Chan grabbed his book and started doodling or something idk, and I got to my book and started doing research on the victim's side of the declaration with Lia while Yuna, Mina, and Tzuyu started looking into the defendant's case to see the reasons he got prison for 18 years.

"Ugh I can't believe he actually did that," Tzuyu said mad at what she was reading "Yeah he deserves more years in jail than this," Yuna said angrily. "to be honest I would've to chop his dick off," I said looking at the papers in front of me, then I felt everyone silent and staring at me as I looked up "what? it's true," I said as Chan next to me laughed "You're so aggressive," he said chuckling. To be honest, the afternoon went nice we finished our project and Chan was silent and just made jokes once in a while, it was a chill time, nice maybe this would be the start of new friends.

----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day 

Yesterday Chan left before us because his friends were waiting for him, and I had a good time with my classmates.

As I was closing my locker there was a face on the other side of my locker door holding a notebook, "Thank you so much Y/n I owe you my life" Hyunjin said giving my statistics book back "Yeah, yeah sure" Tired of his dramatic ways of saying things "Don't be grumpy I know it's so early and tomorrow is Saturday, so that means you're invited to my party tonight?" he said with a smile in his face and his hands up to his shoulders offering the invitations to me "thanks Hyunjin, but you know that's not my thing" I said closing the locker "that's why I'm inviting you, you need some fun in your life, your always the same boring y/n I know" yeah Hyunjin and I were classmates at elementary so we can say we know each other somehow "yeah but I already have plans" you say lazily "oooo with a boy?" he says moving his eyebrows up and down? "ew no, with myself I mean" "aww see this is what I mean you're boring as fuck" " I don't know no one there" I said as I began to walk and he followed behind "You know me"   "yeah but I bet you're leaving me alone before the night starts" I remark "Chan is going to be there and you also met Han" he said "yeah man, whats up with Chan?" I said and he looked confused "Wdym I heard he is trying to be friends with you " 

"yeah but he feels like a creepy stalker just out of the blue talking to someone he doesn't know" "Well yeah that's him being himself, but you should really come to the party and make friends," he says as we getting to our destination "stop having pitty for me Hyujin you know I hate that, and as you said that's me being me," I said as we enter statistics classroom and I sat down in my desk in the back and he sat next to me "I'm not having pitty, is just that you look..." he said trying to look for the right word "weird? strange? uncanny?? I said slightly offended and bothered as I know people see me that way  "No I mean you look lonely, like you need to socialize more with people, and people are not me" "Ugh Hyunjin you annoying," I said as I rested my head against the desk "ok, but just know that your invited k?" "yeah, yeah, now shoo, shoo" he left to sit with Chan as we all share statistics class for what we study.

4:48 pm

Class finished and I'm headed to my dorm now, finally, I can sleep and have my own God damn time, I can take a nice bath, maybe read a book or- "HEY WAIT UP" Chan screamed from behind me, oh no please Lord no! "hey I told you to wait" "yeah but I just wanted to ignore you" I said as I kept walking "rude" he scoffed "you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, here we go again "no... why" I sighed as I already know what's he gonna say "well there is this party tonight idk but they told me to bring someone so how about we go together?" he said looking at me with a smile on his face "well chan idk about that, parties are not my thing yk, I rather stay at home" "yuna and the girls are going to be there if your wondering" he said as we continue walking "and don't leave me alone in this" he said pouting "I bet you're not going to be alone" I said rolling my eyes playfully at him and smirking in his direction "oh don't be jealous y/n I can give you attention too baby" he said winking at me "no chan is not that, I stoped my tracks as he stoped as well, and I look at him "Parties are not my things I told you, and I just don't want to be there!" I raised my voice annoyed and a bit flustered by his comment which literally came out of the blue,

"OK fine, see how about you try it, I swear I'm not gonna let you alone, I'm not even going to drink for your sake, and if you don't like it then I'll take you back home k? you thought about it for some seconds and reminded yourself about what Hyunjin told you earlier. "Fine but if I don't like it you better bring me home, and you better be sobber ok?" "yay," he said and put his arms up and did a little dance "Where are we btw?" he said as we stopped at a bus stop "I'm going home idk about you tho" 

"wait what? no, let me take you home I have a car" 

"Don't worry about that, I'm already here, sorry for dragging you with me"

"No worries let me take you home seriously" You thought about feeling guilty and also thinking about what others could say about you

"Really?" you asked "Yeah totally," he said as we walked towards his car, he really had a nice car, it was black tall and big. 

As we got in he put on music and I recognized the song immediately "You like Rihanna?" "oh yes she is one of my favorites," he said as we were chilling to the music 

"you know y/n you a new one" "Pardon?" I ask confused as this is my second year here

"I mean you are different, you're cool you know, you don't give a shit about how you look, I'm not saying you don't look nice but mostly girls are so obsessed with their appearance, and your pretty chill, you have a vibe of the meaning free, like fuck everyone style, yk? even the way you talk, you stand up for yourself, I see why Hyunjin is your friend," he says looking at the road 

"Thanks... where did that come from" you chuckled as you were confused, nobody ever told you so many positive things about yourself, not even your parents. "idk man I'm just being honest, you have a cool vibe, guess you also a tuff knuckle to crack?" "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Idk just saying " "can you turn left here please" "Sure," he said as we arrived at my house "So pick you up at 9?" he said from the car window as I was getting down "Uhh sure," you said confused as what time the party started  "cool see you later?"

"yes see you later, thank you for the ride home" You smiled at him as he smiled back and left your front house.

Damn, that was a rollercoaster, why do I feel awkward and embarrassed/flustered at the same time, and why tf he said I was a tuff knuckle to crack?

Well now I have to look in my closet wtf is presentable for a party tonight. 

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[slicznymartwy]

Hello, loved the way you answered my last ask, your writing is amazing <333 I got a bit intrigued as in the notes you said Billy would love corrupting his SO so I would like to request a little something expanding upon the idea of that

in short, i would love for him to make me worse </333

ilove ur requests so much omgggg this gave me an idea heh heh .. gonna elaborate more in the notes but i just wanted to get this out first warning: dub-con, obsessive behavior, billy in general, not edited or proofread

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x corrupted!reader

you can hear your housemates downstairs. they're laughing and drinking, which was standard for a saturday night. you could hear the clinking of glass from time to time, and you think an argument breaks out between two of the girls. it's difficult to tell when the loudest noise to you is coming from your wet lips, wrapped around him.

your knees hurt, but they're slowly getting past that and to a more comfortable numbness. on the other hand, your jaw aches terribly, and it only seems to get worse with how billy - you only think that's his name - is keeping an unrelenting pace against your tongue.

he's not very big, although you really wouldn't know what to compare that too. you've only seen one other dick before his, but that was in high school. barb likes to tell stories about the guys she meets, and she's either exaggerating or billy is much smaller than average (you're more likely to believe that barb is exaggerating).

his size barely matters because it feels massive in your mouth. he forces you to take more of him, and he holds your head firmly as his dick slips in and out against your tongue. you're drooling, you can feel it on your chin. you love it. god, you love it.

you feel wicked. you've been ruined by a stranger that you sometimes aren't sure really exists. he could be a ghost for all you know - an evil specter that haunts college students and comes on them while they sleep.

he's surprisingly quiet, but when you look up at him you're scared by the look in his eyes. wild and opened wide, turned black in the shadow. he barely reacted beyond the quickened breath. your mouth was so wet, and when his cock brushes against the back of your throat you gag and cough.

billy pulls away, letting you gasp wetly for air. his cock is shiny with your spit, and you hardly recognize yourself when you lean in to lick at his length even as you pant. you remember a few weeks ago when the furthest you've ever gone was a kiss.

the night can't last forever, but it's still cut short with the sound of one of the girls bidding everyone goodnight. she's drunk and slow up the stairs, but billy rushes to hide himself back into his pants and climb the ladder without a word.

you had no chance, not with your brain slow and addled with promises of getting fucked. you're still kneeling in the alcove by the stairs, leaning slightly against the ladder that billy climbed up.

"oh god, are you okay?" barb asks, seeing you on the ground. "what's wrong?"

belatedly, you realize your cheeks are wet with tears shed during the blowjob, and your mouth was still wet and likely swollen. sniffing, you turn your face away and try to wipe off the moisture.

"i'm okay," you say, trying to get to your feet slowly. it hurts as blood starts to flow again. "boy troubles."

"boy troubles? since when did you have a boy that troubles you?" she teases.

you shrug, not in the mood to bicker. once hidden in your bedroom, door unlocked, you lay flat on your bed and stare at the ceiling. your mind flashes with images of come stains and his tongue in between your legs.

notes:

i think for the right kind of person (me) billy could be an attractive prospect. someone who's lonely and feels undesirable suddenly has someone who's absolutely desperate for them .... say less heh heh heh

this is nasty but i like the thought of insert maybe touching themselves into the phone .. like .... letting billy hear how it sounds .. im sure he would have some Things to say about it lolol

but honestly i think that reader would eventually get really upset by it all because they realize billy isn't some prince charming. he doesn't Actually love you because of you. he's not going to take care of you

he's going to use your body because you let him.

he wants to hurt you, he threatens to kill you all the time. even when he's got his tongue deep inside you, he'll pull away to whisper how he'll do it.

and that starts to turn you on too

very vicious cycle

i mean maybe he thinks he loves you. but obv it's not a normal love. and i think that would make it so much worse because he might tell you he loves you, which would just give you false hope.

didnt mean for this to be so angsty but basically he fucks you sloppy and hard and he breaks you, because even years later you'll never feel as turned on as when someone was calling you a pig whore

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

god!reader cinematic universe conceptー

no one in mondstadt believes venti is married for the longest time.

even as barbatos the identity of his spouse is debated by scholars and even the most devout nuns of favonius. geographically, it made no sense with amur hailing far west from sumeru. there isn’t much physical evidence of your existence in mondstadt either. according to the church, just as barbatos wished to leave the cultivation of mondstadt completely in the hands of his people, amur respect his philosophies and let the lands of mondstadt develop on its own.

but as venti the windborne bard, the locals of the city of freedom find it hard to believe that he isn’t a bachelor. it was one thing to finally convince the bartenders and tavern patrons that he was of drinking age. it was another entirely to believe he was anything but a bachelor. it doesn’t help that you’re out of the country either.

he swears you’re just back home in sumeru visiting family. that you write to him often and he sees you in his dreams, very literally on the first part, also literally very metaphorically on the second. that statement only garnered him a pint of dandelion wine from angel’s share. “it’s on the house,” charles patted his shoulder with a look of pity.

that occasion was probably the first time venti only accepted a drink begrudgingly. it is something your husband is quick to share the next time you visit him in his dreams. it never fails to fascinate him how you’re able to craft them so meticulously that it almost feels like reality. that you’re both truly sitting atop the shroom heads of mawtiyima forest, the moon and stars reflecting in the pools gathered in their centers. but that wonder takes second place to his annoyance and yearning.

“everyone thinks i’m making up a fake lover from sumeru because you’ve been away so long!” he drapes himself across your lap, a far cry from his regal image as the god of freedom that paved the way for lady vennessa. a far cry from the brave and noble sylph that sided with the rebels against decarabian. it’s so cute and ridiculous that you can’t help laughing.

“[first], this is serious!” you snicker even more at the sound of your personal name. “wow,” venti huffs in disbelief, tone more playful than not. “you’re laughing. people think i’m making up a fake sumeran lover and you’re laughing. some soother you are.”

“oh don’t be such a baby, i’ll be back just in time for windblume” you coo, caressing his soft navy locks through your finger tips and cecilia buds sprout across his hair. “i can’t hover over buer forever, she’s adjusting well to running sumeru. it makes me proud as her oldest friend, i almost feel like a proud parent.” but every child had to leave the nest and every parent had to believe that child would be carried by the wind beneath their wings. we’ll have to visit later this year for her birthday. “i’ll make sure everyone knows that you aren’t making up some fake spouse that needs extra drinks on a lonely saturday night.”

blue eyes gaze as you sourly at the comment. “it’s rare but there are bards in mondstadt whose ballads spurn the idea of love, you know.”

“go ahead,” you grin widely. “they’ll just think you made up a fake divorce with your fake lover as well!”

[goodbyemaryjane]

One Year Sober

I wish I could go back to my past self and say: there are moments of joy in your future that are so enormous you don't even have the space in your mind to imagine them yet.

You are going through some of the hardest times in your life so far, I know. You are so full of hurt and boredom and loneliness, it feels like there's no space for anything else. It feels like the best you can do is get high and try not to look at it, try to feel good for a few hours. You don't want to form clear memories of the same boring, exhausting day repeating again and again. Other people get to drink and get high and feel good, so why do you have to just sit here on a Saturday night and stare at your loneliness without relief? Read something, draw something, cycle through the same inadequate distractions?

Sometimes you are okay, even good, but sometimes you are a well of sadness with no bottom. You are starved for closeness but you cannot reach for it, you're too ashamed of how much you need. You feel like an alien watching groups of friends laugh and walk to lunch together, as if it's easy for them. Sure, you can entertain other people, but they don't know you, they only see the light you reflect. You're tired of writing in your journal, of meditating, of painting it out, of trying to compress the longing into a shape that's easier to carry. You're tired of trying so hard to be happy. You deserve some relief, a break from being the way you are so relentlessly.

When you're high, you can finally ignore all of that. And the absence of pain almost feels like love.

But the more you avoid it, the more it scares you. So you get high again, close your eyes again, and the moments when your stash is out and you catch a glimpse of what you've been ignoring are so overwhelming, you'll tell yourself, I can't stop. If I'm sober I'll suffocate in this. Your addiction will grow until you truly believe you are not strong enough to be alone in your mind again.

But you will get sober.

You'll work hard and make things you're proud of, you'll be there for a friend that needs you, you'll walk down the street and smell the rain on the pavement and know there's more inside you than pain. You will learn that most people are lonely like you, that reaching for closeness is the first thing every newborn learns to do, and the more you practice the easier it gets. You'll tell people you need them and they won't leave you. You'll learn that there is nothing inside you that makes you unworthy of love, and you might have to relearn this twice a week for the rest of your life, and that's okay. You'll have a lot of days that are just alright, some days you just live through, and some days you'll keep in your pocket and rub for good luck until they're as smooth as tumbled gemstones and as familiar as Goodnight Moon. You'll decide not to take your secrets to the grave after all, and it will be terrifying, but you'll learn the slow warm comfort of having absolutely nothing left to hide. You'll fall deeper in love with someone, and in his arms, loneliness will just be a word. You'll have experiences that make you feel like you've unlocked a new level of happiness you've never felt before. You'll make art that makes people feel understood; a stranger will thank you at the gallery opening, tears in his eyes. A stranger at the bus stop will confess his relapse to you and you'll tell him that you know it's hard, that you believe he can get sober again, and he'll thank you for understanding. You'll clean out your drawers and start keeping your promises. You'll be strong enough to lean on.

You'll think to yourself, "Thank God I was sober for that," and mean it. You'll think, "I am proud of myself for doing what's right, even when it's hard," and mean it. You'll think, "I want to remember every second of this," and you'll mean it with all your heart.

The pain doesn't go away entirely, but the space inside you will grow. Your life will expand to fit the love that's coming.

[scarletnakazato]

Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 10,638. • Synopsis: A girls night out leads to flashbacks of a very interesting race, then to present day "wholesome" bonding time with the NightKids' Downhill Specialist. • Notes: Another big thank you to @shingogf, my Initial D writing bestie for another influx of god forsaken ideas for the ratman we all love and hate. She do be having some amazing fics on her AO3 (DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity) please give her major kudos on all that artwork!

Sitting in a highchair at the pub with a few of her closest friends, (Y/N) and the girls sipped their drinks, gossiping about the latest drama and interjecting with comments about what they would’ve done or things that should’ve been said during the situation causing more hums in agreement and drink sipping to ensue. Typical bar music played in the background, setting the mood for a fun Saturday night, with a few people swaying around to the tune as they talked with friends and their dates.

The girls’ conversations eventually turned to their boyfriends and all the cutesy things they’ve done for their girls. The way they drawled on about how “he treats me like a delicate princess” and “I love that he’s so sweet and considerate when he makes love to me” bored the living hell out of (Y/N). She sat there, sipping her drink as her girlfriends went on about how their men were sickly sweet, and overly considerate and gentle in their ‘too sweet of love making,’ according to her.

She barely listened, soon turning to zoning out. The memories of her and Shingo’s most recent escapade on a lone, empty corner resting on Myogi Pass flashed through her mind. The memory so vivid in fact, she could almost feel it. She’d lost a bet, becoming one of the many people to underestimate the 8-6 of Akina. The couple went to the race between Takeshi and Keisuke, rooting for the NightKids leader, only for the poor man to lose by an inch. After the crowd died down about Keisuke Takahashi’s win, his newest trainee, Kenta officially challenged Takumi to a downhill battle in the rain.

With the crowd cheering in agreement at the S14 driver’s challenge, Fujiwara had little choice but to race. A flash of an idea in Shingo’s mind brought him to lean into his girlfriend’s ear, whispering about heading up to a specific corner to watch the race. “A good turning point to see who’d finish the race first,” he’d said. His smile only grew, both in appeasement and mischievousness when she agreed. Shingo announced their departure to Takeshi with a “Oi, we’re heading to a corner further down to see some better action. Give us three minutes, ‘ight?” Without waiting for a response from his leader, they took off in the Civic, the loud, echoing noises of his B16A bouncing off Myogi’s cliffs. To Shingo’s fortune, the corner he chose was empty. He pulled onto the shoulder of the corner, parking with his car’s hood facing the guardrail. “Are you gonna back in?” (Y/N) asked, noting how he almost never parks hood forward.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he drawled out, “Besides… I feel like I want the hood a little more… protected. Y’know?” He gave her a half-assed smirk, not being surprised when she admitted her confusion to whatever he meant. They leaned back against the hatch, waiting for the race to start. The small sounds of rustling leaves, swaying branches and the distant talk of the other spectators further up and down the pass could be heard. They stood in comfortable silence as Shingo lit a cigarette. The familiar sound of the lighter clicking and him puffing out his breath with a light trail of smoke following brought an unconscious sense of comfort. The rain that had been going on since the race with Takeshi and Keisuke simmered down into more of a drizzle, the pattering of raindrops hitting the metal of the EG6 could be continuously heard, creating a calming background noise. The couple’s clothes only got damper and their hair gently clung to the side of their faces, until it was brushed away to prevent further discomfort and tickling sensations.

They could faintly hear people chattering that the race was about to start, perking them up more. A small group of people made their way to the corner Shingo and (Y/N) stood at. He growled in annoyance, no longer having the semi-seclusion he was hoping for.

“Say…” Shingo started, puffing out another drag of his cigarette. “Wanna make a bet?” She looked over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, seeing him leaning towards her sideways. “Depends. On what, exactly?” she questioned, feeling her shoulder lower slightly when he dropped his head on it. The sensation of his breath and hair tickling her neck made her bend it the other way, as if cracking it. Shingo snuck in a quick kiss and nipped the crook of her neck making her side eye him.

“What if,” he wrapped an arm around her stomach, while the other holding the cigarette crawls up her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, and curls around for his hand to splay out and cup her jaw, oh so gently, while his two fingers holding the dangling cigarette press against her soft lips, encouraging her to take a drag of it, “we choose a racer who we think is gonna win. And if they lose, the winner of the bet gets to fuck the loser on the hood of my car.”

“What if we choose the same person and they win or lose? Then what?” she blew the smoke in the direction of his face, almost challenging him. “We can’t pick the same person. Takes the fun away from it. Pick one, give a reason why, and we’ll see what happens. If you think about it babe, it’s a win-win situation. One of us is gonna get fucked on the hood either way. Sounds like a good deal, eh?” he drawls out the last word, knowing how much it fucks with her. The sheer tone of his voice mixed with his cocky attitude makes her both want to ruin him and get dominated by him.

He moves himself behind her, leaning against the hatch of his Civic and pulling her to lean on him by slipping his hands under her skirt, and grabbing the hem of her panties. The dampness of their clothes sticks to their skin as the pressure of their contact only gets firmer with Shingo’s handsy-ness. The back of his maroon hoodie only getting wetter from the water pooling on the Civic’s paint from the drizzle still going on.

“Heh, although... I’d always prefer it’s you who gets ruined on it.” A shit-eating smirk graces his face, his eyes glinting with everlasting devilry. “The way you arch that pretty little back for me just so I can fuck you deeper.” His hands and fingers slide to the small of her back with his thumbs squeezing into her sides damn near possessively. “How your cheeks get as red as my paint with that fucked out expression as your face is pressed so cutely on the hood. Fuck, it makes me wanna take you right now if these jackasses weren’t here.” He growls out lowly as his voice gets deeper, still mindful about the group of people taking up both sides of the corner, leaving them more in the back middle.

She sighed, knowing nothing was going to calm him down enough. Letting him have his way like the spoiled, horny brat he was, she silently reached behind her, her movements small and subtle as she simply unzipped the fly of his pants. A quiet encouragement for him to release his cock just enough to slip it between her soft thighs. Flipping the zipper of his pants inward as best he can to reduce the rough scratchiness and lowering his baggy boxers some to pop his boner over the elastic, he takes a light hold of her panties once more, pulling her closer to his pelvis like it’s a handle, seeing a flash of white from where his fingers are hooked around the hem, he bit his lip.

Resting his head back on her shoulder, he whispers in her ear, “Changing it up tonight I see, hmm?” he gives a light tug on her panties as reference to his words, “Do you realize how stupidly easy it would be for me to fuck you in these? How much easier it would be to cum in you or right on the outside of this pretty pussy and hide the mess?” he gives her pussy a couple casual pats. Gentle, but still with enough pressure to feel her tense up as she bites her lip and clenches around nothing. He chuckles lightly, though it feels louder with him right next to her ear. She barely notices that one of his hands detached from its place on her hips and used it to help weasel his cock through his fly and slip it into her panties, sandwiching it so the bottom of his cock is covered by the soft cotton while the top and tip rest against her quickly soaking folds.

She could feel his heavy tip press against her clit, it felt close enough to be able to slip into her if she’d press her ass just a bit further back into Shingo’s pelvis. “Ah ah, pretty girl, no dick for you just yet. You gotta lose that little bet of ours if you want my cock pumpin’ in and outta’ you.” He stopped her from moving back into him, one of his hands slipping under her skirt and into her panties once more to lightly pinch at her lower lips and somewhat wrap it around the sides of his cock as he grinds against her clit, slowly, and far too gentle for her tastes, though they still have to hide their actions from the groups around them.

His hand pulls away from her clit to feel up the soft plush of her ass under her panties, squeezing occasionally. Shingo could see his hand outline definitively through her tight red skirt before pulling away and pulling her skirt back down enough to hide the view from others if the bastards decided they were nosy enough to look over. So far, they’ve done quite well at hiding their actions from the small crowd, both managing to keep their breaths quiet. As Shingo continued to slowly thrust his cock between his girl’s-soaked folds and panties, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, chin still resting on her shoulder. To anyone else, the position looked innocent. Everyone knew Shingo was clingy around his girl, especially in public so they’d brush it off as another display of his physical affection and possessiveness.

His sighs were low, his long, quiet exhales sounding out in her ear with each small thrust forward. His eyes kept closing, only to open again more lidded than before, the whites of his eyes showing more and more each time as they rolled back. When the hem of her panties began to feel too rough for the base of his cock to handle, he slipped out from the warm place he was sandwiched between, his hand coming back around to her rear to pull at the plush of her thighs enough to slip his cock between them. He could hear her whine his name quietly at the loss of friction on her clit then cut off a quick, sharp inhale when she felt his cock, wet and most likely glistening with a light sheen from her wetness, slip between her upper thighs, his grinding thrusts starting up once more.

“Squeeze ‘em tighter, c’mon… more baby more, put those fucking thighs around it…” he whimpered desperately, that turned into a borderline quiet hissing. She thought for a moment, giving him one of her monotonous hum, making him believe for a moment she wasn’t going to. Only seconds later does she give into his desperation, she crossed her ankle over the other, squeezing his hard, aching cock deliciously, immediately earning a strained, muffled moan as he exhaled into the crook of her neck to keep it down, hugging her midsection tighter. To make matters worse, she starts to move her hips slowly back and forth, as if casually rocking herself out of boredom. Their movements are opposite, making Shingo lose himself even quicker when he thrusts forward, she moves back into him, just for him to pull away as she rocks forward.

His voice cracks out a sigh as his breath hitches repeatedly. “You gonna cum, Shin?” she turned her head towards his, whispering it teasingly in his ear. All he could do was say, “Mhmm… mhmm please baby stay there, please… please let me just… haah, just need ta’… cum on your pretty, pretty thighs, please baby…” Bringing a hand to tangle in his hair, she uncrossed her ankles to lighten the pressure around his cock, she subtly slipped her other hand under her skirt to pull her panties down enough to cover the tip of his cock as he came, helping to lessen the mess, though not by much as he always cums in large amounts.

Leaning his bottom half against the car and his upper half against her for stability, his legs felt weak, and his breathing came out as shaky pants as he had to force himself to stay quiet around the masses. He worked poorly in the first half of getting his dick back in his pants but eventually did so, and (Y/N) tried her best to make her adjusting look normal as she tried to wipe her thighs clean of her man’s cum with her panties, as if they weren’t already soaked.

“Now, baby if you don’t mind, how about you tone down the horniness for five minutes and watch the race so we can see who wins, hmmm?” she blows the cigarette’s last bit of smoke out before stomping out the chewed stick she gnawed on during her lip biting not even two minutes ago. Pushing herself off the EG driver once he was decent once more, she moved to lean on the car’s hatch on his side to get a good view of the pass before them without having more of her boyfriend’s uncontrollable touching.

“Anyway, before we truly got to finish this conversation since someone couldn’t hold it in, I think that Kenta guy is gonna win since all the 8-6 kid knows is Akina. The RedSuns make it a point to learn other passes so I’m going to assume Takahashi’s protégé has done so with Myogi. All Fujiwara has done is drive up the pass some to see the race, so he has a most basic of layouts for the road compared to seriously driving on it. That’s my reason. And you, Shingo?” she asks, accentuating his name in a mock loving voice with a teasing tone behind it.

“Hmph…” he inhaled deeply, still trying to catch the last few breaths he needed before replying, his signature, annoying, snarky tone making an appearance as if he wasn’t a panting, begging mess mere moments ago. “Ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart,” he rebuttals. “Underestimating Akina’s 8-6 was the worst mistake I made, and I lost to him cause of that. You’re just gonna end up like the rest of these idiots out here who think some rain and a different pass is gonna be the end of Fujiwara.” He took a drag of his newly lit cigarette to help calm his nerves further, his eyes also focused on the road in front of them.

“No, the worst mistake you made was ramming yourself into a fucking guardrail and obliterating your car, you dipshit. What did you think was gonna happen when there’s a right turn and you go left instead? Did the guardrail flash you like it was my ass or something?” She asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow and unimpressed expression, motioning to her ass. Shingo nearly chokes on his cigarette and snaps his head in her direction like she was insane. The speed at which he turned was close to giving him whiplash.

“The fuck?!” he said incredulously, looking at her with a deadpanned expression. “I could have passed him anytime I wanted, and I wanted him to sweat with the pressure. Once I knew I wasn’t beatin’ that guy, I was gonna send both of us into the damn guardrail. I figured I had a crap ton more distance to pull it off, ‘ight? Lay off my ass.” He exclaimed quickly and huffed like a child who knew he was in trouble yet tried to play it off. “And if you think a guardrail looks like your ass, maybe I should bend you over one sometime so we can compare, huh?” his tone turned breathy, laced with that familiar growliness he gets when angry or horny. It only grows more evident when he’s both… which is almost always.

(Y/N) merely shrugged with a cocky smirk that mirrors Shingo’s iconic one. Rolling his eyes in annoyance he averted them back to the road, hearing squealing tires getting closer. Only two minutes later did the Panda Trueno and orange S14 speed around the corner, the S14 taking an outside line to block the Trueno as it comes out of a drift, only to cut into the inside, the front left tire bumping up onto the curb of the sidewalk like an inverted gutter run and slide back into a short drift, passing the S14 and vanishing behind the next corner.

“Well, fuck…” she said, now knowing she lost, with the pass only having a couple of corners left, none of which would give the S14 an advantage at passing.

“Fuck is right; time to pay up, hot stuff.” Shingo chuckled, stamping out his cigarette with a shit-eating smirk. Huffing in annoyance, she stayed in her place at the back of the Civic. Sure, he won, but she wasn’t going to let him have her so easily again. Noting her lack of enthusiasm, Shingo strutted his way to stand in front of her. Hovering over her smaller form for a moment before bending down for his lips to meet her ear and his hand to gently grasp the back of her jaw, slightly turning her head in the opposite direction. Turning his head to the side, Shingo’s warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and spread out on my hood or am I gonna have to do it for ‘ya?” He left a ghost of a kiss on the shell of her ear, with a low, teasing hum that reverberated in her eardrums.

“You know damn well I’m making you work for it. You had it easy not even five minutes ago, the least I can do is deny you some of the satisfaction of an easy win, love.” She challenged, turning to meet his eyes before leaning in and biting at his lower lip. He growled in annoyance. Not being able to display the dominance he desperately wanted to right now, due to the people who were still around, though slowly beginning to disperse, preventing her from doing anything and she knew it with that smirk on her face.

He was not a patient man and having to wait nearly ten minutes for the last of the group around them to leave by car felt like an hour. Once they turned the corner and no one around was in view, Shingo, without the slightest hint of hesitation, grabbed the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up, as her legs instinctively wrapping around his skinny waist. He carried her to the front of his car, lying her back on the hood, her legs pulling him in closer until his pelvis brushed against hers.

Yanking him down by the hair, their lips smash together in a rough kiss of teeth and tongue. The occasional growls escaping Shingo’s throat only has her tugging on his black strands further and clawing her nails against his bicep. The faint taste of cigarette smoke was laced in their tongues and Shingo’s hand worked quickly at pushing up her red skirt that blended in with the Civic’s paint, and lifting her hips to slip her panties that were damp in most spots mostly from his cum she tried to clean. The coldness of the car’s hood mixed with rain on her bare skin had her shivering as goosebumps raised on her arms and legs. She unconsciously pulled Shingo closer to her, seeking the warmth that radiated off him.

His hands were hot on her skin as they snaked their way up to the hem of her shirt, pushing it upwards as her arms unraveled from his body to allow him to pull the clothing off her. His lips kissed down her jaw to the side of her neck, nipping and licking at the soft, sensitive skin as he kneaded and groped her through her bra.

Not even bothering to undo her bra, he yanked the back straps, the small hooks popping out and bending at the force, sliding it off her shoulders easily. She made a surprised noise at the sudden aggressiveness, though not complaining. It only invigorated her, letting her lithe fingers sneak to the hem of his pants to undo his belt, letting the waistband slide down to his thighs as she teasingly rubbed the back of her hand over his once again painfully hard cock for a second time within the hour. Before he could do anything else, she slid off the hood, kneeling in front of him and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with the same aggressiveness he gave with her bra, emitting a strangled whiney moan from the man above her as his cock is freed from its confinements, looking almost as red as his Civic.

Taking him delicately in her hand she gave him several strokes, too light and too teasing for his liking, making him groan in frustration. “Problem, baby?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she gave his tip a kitten lick. His jaw tensed and a hand instinctively tangled in her hair. “C’mon babe… You can do better than tha- haah!” he moaned, voice high and so, so pretty. It was music to her ears as she took him in fully, tongue wrapping skillfully around his length as she bobbed her head steadily. His head fell back as he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his fingers loosening their grip in her hair as she continued.

The mix of her warm mouth, tongue and hand working in unison around his twitching cock told her she had at most another minute or two before he’d cum. Deciding to put her all into it, she hollowed out her cheeks, and squeezed him just a bit more earning deep sighs and groans from him. It felt as if her tongue could almost wrap around his length when pulled away to leave kisses and suck lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue jutting out to lick the bottom of his cock.

“B-babe…” he panted before whining out a shameful “Baby, pleaseee-” his grip in her tightened once more, tugging on it. The breaking point was her vibrating moan when she took him in once more, and him cumming with a loud groan, painting her mouth white with his surprisingly sweet cum; a stark contrast to his personality. Pulling away from him, she swallowed, her thumb wiping up any extra before seductively sucking on it to clean it off. Shingo swore he could cum again from the sight alone if he wasn’t so spent.

Standing back up, (Y/N) gently pulled him with her towards the hood, lying back down on it with him hovering over her, a hand the holding the nape of his neck as they initiated a hot and heavy kiss. He could taste bits of himself on her lips and tongue as they mixed. Her hand traveled along his front, slipping under his shirt and hoodie taking in the tense muscles along his abs while the other snaked down from his neck to his arm, squeezing and reveling in the way his bicep and forearms were tensed to hold himself up. Moaning into his mouth with pleasure, their kisses softened, her lips lowering to his neck to kiss, bite, lick and suck, leaving a trail of dark hickeys. Shingo did the same with her, leaving them to crane their necks to give each other room as they continued their ministrations in unison.

By the time they switched sides to do it all over again, she could feel him start to grind against her once more. She wondered how it was possible for him to get hard again only ten minutes later. ‘Is he always fuckin’ horny?’

He loved the way his dick slipped through her soaked folds so easily as he rutted against her, like she was made for him. Shingo released a raspy, strained breath, “Flip over. Now.” Not waiting for her to comply herself, he roughly took hold of her hips flipping her on her stomach, causing her to tense up and gasp from the cold metal and his dominating actions. Adjusting her legs to spread wider just a bit more, he slowly pushes himself into her. The way her soft walls clench around him in that delicious way almost had him cum on the spot. “Hah.. fuck, baby you take me so good… Too damn good.” Once bottomed out inside of her, Shingo snakes his hands to her hips, taking hold of them in a gentle, almost guiding way as he adjusts her body’s position. A stark contrast to his actions not even thirty seconds prior.

“Yeah, that’s it, just a little higher for me darlin’…” he drawls out “…good girl.” He purrs, his hands and long fingers helping to raise her hips just a bit more, and his thumbs press down on the small of her back, a silent gesture for her to arch it inwards until he squeezes her sides in full, her body contorted in the perfect of ways to thrust himself deeper. The string of moans pouring out of her mouth as his reward only boosts his ego and confidence. Shingo has her completely mind-fucked from the way he manages his thrusts. Even with the roughness and sometimes sloppiness of his ministrations, he somehow knows just how much to thrust into her tight, wet walls, how hard, and the right angle to use in order to pull the most enticing of moans from her languid, soft lips that were still glistening with saliva and the small bits of evidence of her being able to make her man cum with her mouth alone.

“Heh… Y’know babe,” he breathed out, “I can’t tell if that shine on my Honda badge is from the rain… or from how fucking wet you are for my cock.” He panted, a breathy chuckle passing through his lips. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Shingo!” she growled out, getting tired of his constant yapping. ‘He talks more than he fucks,’ she said to herself, annoyed.

Just as Shingo went quiet and she was mentally relieved he’d focus on more important things, several loud laughs and giggles pulled (Y/N) back to reality, seeing her girlfriends sitting around the large circle table, margaritas still in hand as they continued to yap about their boyfriends. Annoyed enough as is from being rudely interrupted and not getting to relive her memory in full, it got to the point where she stood up on the footrest of her chair, placing her drink down, and motioned to all of them with a finger saying, “Your boyfriends are all delicate little pansies. You don’t even know what it’s liked to get fucked with some real dick. All this “gentle thrust this” and “light, loving nips” that. My boyfriend doesn’t ‘make love’” she quoted with a drawled, mocking voice, “he fucks!” She paused for a moment, sitting back down, crossing a leg over her knee and sipping her drink prestigiously before one of the girls interjected, and the others were watching with wide eyes. “So does he know how to leave you being unable walk the next day, at least?” the girl said in an almost challenging tone.

(Y/N) rests an arm over the back of the chair, much like Shingo does, having adopted some of his mannerisms. “Oh please. He knows 102 ways to fuck up my thighs, leaving me to call work for a fucking “sick day” and still beg for more when he gets home.” Raising her glass in a toast expression, she sipped it, feeling as though she’d won the battle. The victorious smirk she wears also mimics that of Shingo’s when he gets cocky. The thoughts of the many ways Shingo has made her feel and see things during their sinful escapades glued themselves into her mind. Unconsciously, she rubbed her crossed thighs together, wondering (and hoping) if Shingo would be home by the time she left. The initial slow burn of minimal desire was starting to grow like a wildfire the more she thought about her man absolutely destroying her.

The outrageously out of pocket topic had become concluded rather quickly by the clinking of glasses, replacements being delivered quickly, and the seemingly never-ending stream of alcohol and fruity scents filled the table. The girls’ conversations once again flowed easily and the wide variety of topics that came about seemed to fly by. (Y/N) felt as though time went on faster than ever; so fast even, that she barely realized arriving her and Shingo’s shared apartment.

She wobbled slightly and stumbled out of her friend’s car, while another friend helped her out; wrapping an arm around her as she guided her up the stairs to the apartment door. She didn’t see Shingo’s Civic in his designated parking spot, and assumed he was still out doing street racing stuff with his team. Once the door was unlocked, after several failed attempts, (Y/N)’s friend waved goodbye once she had gotten through the door safely, telling her to lock it and get some rest.

She didn’t fully process her friend’s words, but still locked the door out of habit, letting out a sigh while she kept her balance with a hand on the wall, and holding her head with the other. She could almost feel the hangover starting. She could barely remember what the hell her and her girlfriends went out for but had enough thought process to recall it was one of their birthdays and they scarfed down drinks like wild dogs.

          What she really needed was for the room to stop spinning and to not use any more of her tired and nearly numb muscles. Slipping off her heels and trying to adjust the tight red dress Shingo bought her for the outing, she stumbled over to the couch, dropping onto it tiredly. Reaching an arm above her head she yanked Shingo’s red hoodie from the arm of the couch and cuddled up to it. Holding the actual hood to her face, she wedges the larger part of it between her legs, hugging it like a body pillow.

          At some point she fell asleep, for how long is unknown, however she was jolted awake by the raspy voice of her boyfriend and him shutting and locking the door. “Hey babes, I’m home- the fuck?” He stopped short, taking in her disheveled appearance, and noting she’s still wearing that deliciously tight dress. It had lifted to reveal the bottom half of her ass and the lacy black underwear she wore beneath it while she slept. She had just lifted herself up, sitting on her legs with the larger part of his hoodie underneath her. Shingo watched as the dress hiked itself up further from the movement, the tightness of the bottom pushed past the delicious curve of her ass making it jiggle slightly before scrunching up in a small heap around her waist that it still clung tightly to. His eyes followed it upward seeing that the top half of her dress was pulled downward, seeing as she still held his hoodie in her hands, the larger part still beneath her. He was nearly foaming at the mouth seeing that her tits were nearly spilt over the top more so than when he dropped her off at the bar.

She had a tired but excited smile as her eyes landed on her boyfriend. “Shinnnn! Heheh… missed you.” Her words slurred as her hips rocked back and forth gently on his hoodie, mimicking a grinding movement.

          Despite finding her current appearance quite appetizing, the Civic driver was more concerned with his girlfriend’s wellbeing, seeing she’s much more out of it than she usually gets when drunk. He set his wallet and keys down on the coffee table as he approached her, kneeling in front of her and brushing her hair off her face. “What the hell did you get yourself into, huh?” his tone was softer, though still holding the usual raspiness in his throat. “Was a girl-friend’s birthday today and,” she hiccupped, “we had a lot of drinks there.” She giggled, no regrets in her voice as she looked at him with adoring eyes. She was oddly wholesome and warm when plastered.

          “I know it was, I dropped you off there, but you went and got how fucked up?” he raised an eyebrow, with an unimpressed expression.

          “Pretty fucked up…” she paused, “but you fuck me up better.” Her head tilts to the side, an innocent smile on her face while looking him in the eyes. Shingo’s taken aback by her statement, not expecting her to be so unhinged. He barked out a confident laugh while looking away as if it was common knowledge that he was capable of such a thing. “Alright, ya pain in the ass, sit back on the couch, I’ll get some water and snacks for you. Don’t need you throwing up on me in the middle of the night and have your dumbass not wake me up to tell me I’m rolling in that shit.” Shingo spoke, though his tone held a subtle humorousness to it.

          She rolled her eyes, giggling again while leaning back onto the couch as he said as he went into the kitchen rummaging for food that’ll help fill her up more and absorb some of the alcohol, also coming back with two water bottles. Handing her some bread, she started to nibble on it. He was about to hand her a water bottle but noticed how her lithe hand shook some while she ate. Deciding it would be better to do it himself, he unscrewed the cap. “Here, open up.” He lifted the bottle to her mouth, and she did as he said. Tipping the bottle little by little, he watched as she drank it before her eyes suddenly widened and she gurgles out some of the water, putting her hand on his to tip the bottle back to keep it from pouring out. Drinking what was left in her mouth in several swallows then wiping her mouth, messing up her lipstick, all Shingo could envision of that scenario was that it was his cock she was choking on, having to wrap her hand over his that was guiding himself into her mouth only to stop him so she could take a breath to catch up.

          He cleared his throat, giving a quick “Sorry baby” before setting the bottle on the table and giving her a towel to wipe her mouth. “C’mon let’s get that make-up off, yeah?” he said lightly, focusing his attention on getting her settled, cleaned up, and less likely to be sick tomorrow from the hangover. Helping her stand up off the couch he pulled her dress back down to cover her both for more modesty and to help his mental state stay a bit more stable before they wrapped an arm around each other’s waists for stability and he walked her slowly to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he faced her back to the mirror before lifting her gently by the hips to sit her on the countertop. He scavenged through her numerous bottles of products until he found the make-up removal one, taking a bag of cotton pads out of the drawer as well. Setting the pad on the mouth of the bottle he flipped it over quickly then back, wetting a section of the square with the product, bringing it to her face and gently wiping off her smeared lipstick. She had to look down at him and her hair kept falling in her face blocking the light he needed.

          Humming in slight disapproval he grabbed one of her hair ties, reaching behind her to pull her hair back and make a loose ponytail. As he did so, she smiled warmly and hummed, plopping her head on one of his arms that was extended as he worked on her hair. She kissed the inner part of his elbow before he pulled away. He made a small laugh noise through his nose before he softly pulled her head down to leave a kiss on her forehead before resuming his work.

          Clear of all lipstick, he wet another cotton square to work on her eyes. Holding the side of her face in one hand, she leaned into it as he gently wiped away the eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, then switching to the other and repeating. As he worked, her hands started to roam along his biceps and chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him to her. He stopped what he was doing to take her hands in his, “None of that right now baby, gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you’re good first, alright?” she whined in protest, unwrapping her legs and swinging them in contempt before complying. “Good girl.” He released her hands, removing the last of her eye makeup before moving to the sink to warm up a towel, wringing it out and softly washing her face of any other potential make up.

          “Shinnnn…?” she whined, wholesomely and cutely.

          “‘Sup, baby?” he continued wiping away with the towel.

          “Hurry up… I wanna help you with that. Make you feel better…” she gave him a pouty, begging face with big eyes as she glanced between his eyes and still apparent boner that does look quite painful. If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have worn tight jeans. Finishing up quickly, he pat dried her face, then lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his skinny waist once more, her arms wrapped around his neck as she held onto him. He could practically feel the patterns of her lacy underwear through his jeans and her tits squished against his chest as he walked back to the couch. Trying to set her back down, she wasn’t having it, refusing to let go of him.

          He sighed, lifting her back up and turning around to sit himself, with her on his lap. She hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and scooting herself closer to him, resulting in grinding her lacy covered clit against him. She loved the way his jeans were wrapped around and hugged the muscles of his legs. She hummed pleasantly at the way the rough denim rubbed against all the right places along with the thin lace of her panties. She started off grinding herself against his thigh slowly, trying to spread herself out against his large muscle to feel it rub her everywhere. Shingo notices immediately and waits to feel her start to move her hips forward once more, and just as she does so, he flexes his thigh and presses her more onto it by the hips, having her grind onto it more roughly.

          She moans into his neck, her hands dropping down to press flatly against his lower abdomen and the other holding his hip to gain more leverage in her movements. It felt even better than before, having the entirety of his thigh and the rough material of his denim rubbing against her soaked folds. She continued to ride his thigh, feeling his hand on her back slowly travel down, teasingly, to the small of it. His fingertips reach the bottom of her dress that still covers her upper thighs from when he adjusted it earlier. His nails lightly scratch her soft skin as he pulls the tight material of the dress up and over her ass, licking his lower lip with a smirk as he gets to see the soft flesh jiggle once more.

Half her ass is bare on the outer parts while the centre is mostly covered. He notices her panties have gaps between the patterns, some larger than others and showing skin between the designs. Tracing the bare sections with his fingers, she whines putting more effort into her grinding as if to entice him to fuck her quicker like a bitch in heat.

His eyes shift up to her body, and his free hand lightly takes hold of her hip before gripping it firmly and dragging her hips along his tense thigh earning a high moan of his name from her and a squeeze on his abdomen. She swore his jeans had to have had a wet stripe by now with how rigorously he was dragging her sopping core against this thick thigh.

“Mm, I like these panties… Lean back for me a bit sweet girl, I wanna see if they got those nice gaps in the front.” He helped lean her back, holding her so she wouldn’t fall as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. “Heh, look at that. Can see my girl’s pretty pussy through ‘em. Be real nice if I could eat you out through ‘em too, huh?” she nodded quickly in agreement, a breathy giggle escaping her lips while he ghosted his fingers over the front of the lacy clothing before leaning her forward. She knows something he doesn’t.

“What’s that laugh for, hmm? Something you wanna tell me?” he whispered huskily in her ear, the ends of his hair tickling her cheek. She shook her head, an innocent smile on her face and she bounced on his thigh when he suddenly lifted it to plant his foot flat on the floor. Shingo thought she bounced so cutely, her eyes going wide at the sudden movement and the way her ass and tits bounced so deliciously against that tight dress ended the last bit of restraint he had left.

“Bed. Now.” He growled out, lifting her off him, keeping her stable at the sudden movement, and nudging the small of her back to go first. He gives a generous slap to her ass when she starts scurrying to their room with an excited giggle, finally getting what she wanted. His eyes glued themselves to her rear, the scrunched-up bottom of her dress resting on the curve of her hips to the way her lace panties left so much to the imagination, only covering most of what he wanted.

She disappeared behind the door frame only to be found sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him expectantly, her legs spread, giving him a better look at the gaps in the lace. Kicking the door shut, he crossed his arms, his smirk getting wider when he said, “Hands and knees for me baby, I wanna see that pretty lil’ back arch…Oh and… heh, stick that ass out a bit for me too, yeah?” his voice deepened to accentuate the last word, clearly making it known he wasn’t asking.

          Deciding to take her time and give him a little bit of a show, she turned over, crawling a bit more towards the centre of the bed but close enough to the edge be within arm’s length of him, and positioning herself at a slight angle to give him a better view of everything. Her legs were now pressed together purposefully concealing his little surprise. She yanked the hair tie out of her hair, letting it fall naturally before she turned her head toward him just enough to make eye contact without strain. Lightly biting her lip with a seductive smile, she slowly arched her way down to her elbows, bringing them close enough that her upper arms push against her already straining tits that are threatening to spill out of the dress, pushing them together even further.

Shingo breaks the eye contact as she expected to watch her actions like a predator stalking its prey. Once balancing well enough on her arms, she bites the tip of her tongue while arching her back inward, the hem of her dress falling slightly with the dip along with her wiggling her hips to help it fall down a bit toward her waist, showing her lower back and panties in full. She pushed her hips inward, sticking her ass out further like he wanted, and she could hear Shingo let out a quiet, low hum that nearly resembled a deep animalistic growl.

“Spread ‘em.” He commanded with a rare deep guttural tone that had her following his order immediately. Lowering her head onto her hands her legs spread open smoothly, gliding over the soft sheets. “Good girl’s lookin’ so pretty and obedient for me, aren’t ‘cha sweetheart?” his voice quickly returned to his high-pitched tone he uses when he gets worked up. “Lookin’ up at me with those big, needy eyes like that. Makes me wanna ruin the fuck outta you, darlin’.” He said breathily.

Unraveling his arms, he took only a couple long strides to reach the edge of the bed, his hand landing on her back, running up the arch slowly as he admired her form. Continuing to trail upwards to the curve of her ass, his other hand lands on the opposite side, and he squeezes the soft flesh on both sides, admiring how it wants to pour over his fingers from the pressure only to form back so smoothly when he releases. Her soft sighs ring in his ears like music, as he continues just a bit further down, taking in the way the patterns of her panties barely cover anything and its mostly gaps, the sides of her folds completely bare. He can see the extra thin material is soaked through, as he brings a hand to her clit, the other wraps around her thigh, kneading it rhythmically. The moment his fingers press onto the lacy patterns resting over her folds he can see her lightly clench around nothing, making him chuckle. Putting more pressure on it, he toys around with her sensitive clit, earning desperate whines and even her trying to wiggle around to gain some kind of friction from his fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at that pretty glistening pussy…” he bites his lip with a smirk, being able to gather a bit of her wetness on his fingers, he snickers teasingly, “God, babe, you’re practically drippin’ on the sheets… N’ this is all for me, huh?” Rubbing his fingers against her clit with more pressure, spreading the wetness around her entirety, the slight scratchiness of the lace rubs against her like his jeans did and she shivers. She moans his name quietly, begging with a light “Shin…more…”

With no hesitation he pulls his hand away, gripping the inside of her hips and using his thumbs to spread out her inner thighs, giving him a bit more access as he dives in, licking a stripe along her lace covered clit, the gaps hitting harder when his tongue ran over bare skin. Her whiny, breathy moan spurred him on, and he settled for ripping the thin material in half, earning a quick gasp from her and him quickly removing it from her to throw it somewhere in the room. Re-attaching his hand to her thigh to spread it once more, he dove back in, tongue jutting in and out of her wet entrance like a man starved.

It took barely four minutes before he had her convulsing around his tongue, his high-pitched hums and moans vibrated in his throat as he feasted on her juices like it was dessert. Her body shook as she came, delicious sighs and moans escaping her as Shingo continued his work.

“Shin, my turn.” She said cutely, looking back to him as he pulled away, using his thumb to lick the remaining mess off his lips with a smirk. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You really want me that bad, huh?”

“Mhmm, please, lemme do it. Told you I wanna make you feel better.” She said quickly, already turning around to crawl up to him before sitting on the bed, legs bent to sit flatly on each side of her. “Aren’t you still too fucked up for that? Don’t need you chokin’ on me like you did with water.” He teased.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them as she begged. “Pleasepleaseplease, it’s always so pretty when it’s worked up and hard, let me fix it, Shinnn.” God, how the hell was he supposed to say no to her when she’s so eager and asking for it like that?

“Fuck, alright.” He sighed, the many images of her working his cock so well getting the best of him. She giggled happily, making quick work of his button and zipper, yanking them down past his hips. He did the rest, removing it all in one go before making himself comfortable in bed, leaning against the wall. As she situated herself between his legs, lying on her stomach and propped on her elbows, he reached over to the nightstand to light a cigarette and take a drag, only to moan the smoke out when he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

His moan was cut short when he tensed hearing her gag violently after trying to take all of him in one go. It wasn’t normal for her gag, like she had no reflex for it, except for the rare times she pushed herself too far, such as now.

He instantly wraps his hand under her jaw and pulls her up and off him, holding her face as his eyebrows creased and pointed, his eyes hardening in both seriousness and concern. “Hey, hey, you good? Look at me, baby.” He waited till she made eye contact with him, and nodded as she took a few deep breaths. “Fuck, woman, don’t scare me like that, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.” He sighed in relief, seeing she was fine, now considering if he should even let her continue. He feels her practically deflate under his touch knowing what he’s considering.

“Alright, hot stuff, I’ll let you have your fill, but you’re gonna do it on my terms tonight, sound good, yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for an answer. She nods with a small smile, ready to go again and he hums in return. Putting his cigarette back to his lips to hold it, he reached for her hair, pulling it back and wrapping it around one of his hands, tight enough to have full control over her movements and prevent more incidents.

He gently pushes her head down, her mouth eagerly inviting in his tip and Shingo hisses, fighting the urge to let his head fall back against the wall and snap his eyes shut. Instead, he bites the butt of the cigarette, having to keep a close eye on her and how far down he has her go to keep her from gagging.

“Thaaat’s it, pretty girl,” he strains, his words altered slightly from the stick hanging between his lips before he takes a drag in and slips it between his fingers. Exhaling the smoke, he continues “nice and slow. Haah, just like that, keep it goin’…” he releases a high hum when he feels her tongue press against the underside of his tip, caressing it so gently, in and out, back and forth rhythmically. The hand that’s wrapped in her hair, continues to lightly pull her up and push her back down, never going further than the bottom of his tip.

When she starts becoming adamant to take in more of him again, feeling her pull against the hand at the back of her head, Shingo tsks, pulling her back up, a ‘pop’ sound emanating when her lips detach from his cock. “I know you’re eager to please as ever darlin’, and you know I love your enthusiasm any day of the week, 26/9, but not tonight. Slow and easy, ‘kay? You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?” he asked so nicely, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand, and a soft smile on his face, uncharacteristic of him in these moments.

She nodded and relaxed against his hold, no longer fighting him, earning a hissed, “That’s my good girl” from her man when he pushed her back down to continue. His thumb resumes its soothing rubs along her hollowed-out cheeks, his breaths getting heavier each time she sucked on his tip like it was ice cream on a stick. Shingo had to fight himself to not thrust up into her each time he pushed her down.

“Fuck- that’s enough baby, get that ass back on your hands and knees, I’m fuckin’ you.” He growled out, no longer wanting to wait. Pulling her off him by the hair, he untangled his hand from her soft strands, putting his half-smoked cigarette back between his lips, and turning her around to have her ass face him. Pushing her down by the small of her back, he lifts the hem of her dress over her hips, holding onto them over the soft, tight fabric as he pushes into her halfway, a string of moans sounding from her throat as she claws at the sheets, as he pulls back out, thrusting in again, watching with each thrust as her pussy takes in more and more of his cock. He was enamoured at the sight, speeding up his pace to watch himself disappear into her and emerge repeatedly.

“Fuck… you should see the way your pussy swallows my cock like it’s fucking starved.” He gave a raspy chuckle, moving his hand from her hip down her front to give her pussy a few encouraging taps, feeling how its split to take him in. She mewled at his actions, pushing back against him. Averting his eyes to the rest of her, he noted how with each thrust her tits threatened to spill out from the hem of her dress. Making it his new personal mission, he tightened his grip on her hips, his chest pressing against her back as he drilled into her.

Her cacophony of moans was muffled by the back of her hands and the sheets, before Shingo reached over to lift her head, pressing his thumb against her lips, a silent command for her to suck on it. “If you’re gonna try n’ keep it quiet, mind as well make that pretty mouth useful, hmm? You got no idea how fuckin’ bad I wanna watch those nice tits of yours fall outta your dress, so keep that head up.” He said between pants.

Humming against his thumb, her tongue swirled around it, her cheeks occasionally hollowing out. Despite the brutal pace Shingo set, her dress still held its place, so he decided to take his reward by giving the front of the fabric a quick yank, freeing her tits from their minimal confinement, along with a sinful whine emanating from her jugular.

Popping his thumb out of her mouth, he pulled out of her unexpectedly, making her gasp loudly from the loss of heat and friction. Feeling a few encouraging taps on her ass has her turning her head to see what was happening, seeing Shingo lean back against the wall, iconic smirk gracing his features and complimenting his dark eyes when they meet hers. “Come and sit on this cock, baby. I wanna look you in those pretty little eyes when I cum in you.” A high hum reverberated in his mouth; the man sounds as if he’s always edging himself with the way his voice is crafted.

Crawling over to straddle his thighs, he pulls her closer by the hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, and pushing her down to take him back in. She sighed deeply as he gently guided her down, bit by bit until he was bottomed out inside her. “Good girl, baby,” he placed a light kiss on her cheek, his beaked nose brushing against the side of hers, the soft, comforting tone of his voice a stark contrast to his next words, “always know how to take me in so good, don’t ‘cha? Know all the right ways to work those hips around my cock, ehhhh?” he dragged out the last sound as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, occasionally side to side and in small circles.

Detaching his hands from her hips, he reaches for his box of cigarettes and lighter, the small light giving a soft glow on their faces between disappearing, a small smoke trail rising. The familiar sound of Shingo inhaling filled her ears as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, while the other roamed her body before retracting to take hold of the cigarette when he exhales, putting his hand back on her afterwards. Placing both her hands on his lower abdomen she could feel it flex and tense when his breath hitches or he gives a small thrust up.

Tilting her head to the side with a small tug on her hair, he took the cigarette between his fingers, his lips attaching themselves to her neck, sucking, biting, kissing, and licking the entirety leaving a trail of dark marks throughout her neck and collarbones. The whispers of his name ghosting past the lips she bites so cutely when he catches glimpses, spurs him on to switch to the other side and give her a few merciful thrusts deep into her earning pants and whines.

Pulling away to admire the artwork on her neck, Shingo takes a large drag of the remainder of his cigarette, bringing his hand to her cheeks, squeezing them open before smashing his lips on hers breathing the smoke into her mouth with a deep growl. Lifting a hand to grasp his arm, she moans pleasantly into the kiss, hips riding him with more vigor. Pulling away moments later, he tosses the butt of the stick into the ashtray to bring his hand down to her lower abdomen, noticing something. With the hand still tangled in her hair, he pushes her downward, having her look at what he sees as well.

“Feel that, sweetheart? I’m fuckin’ twitchin’ inside of you right now. Fuck, you got no idea how hot you are, riding on my cock all cute like that, those moans make me wanna just…” he lifts her head back up by the chin, his thumb pressing flat against her lips, silently commanding her to open them. The moment she does, he slips it in, pressing it flat against her tongue and using his fingers resting under her chin to close her jaw. “Makin’ me wanna fuck you till we both pass out, heheeehh.” His shit eating smirk grew into something of a nearly deranged smile at the thought. He truly was insatiable.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that baby. Those doe eyes are the reason I’m already this deep in you. Mean, c’mon sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t feel me up in here…” he removes his hand from her hair, using it to grab one of hers and place her smaller hand over her lower abdomen, pressing down to feel the slight bulge growing and lessening each time she comes down on him, sometimes meeting his thrusts. His eyes thin out even more with his smile growing as he watches her whine against his thumb, her hand tensing under his. “See, baby? Got me all fucked up with that innocent lil’ face o’ yours. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well, so fuckin’ deep, you can see it in those pretty walls of yours.” He giggled darkly, pressing her hand down on that spot more and thrusting into her a bit harsher. Her other hand quickly moves to his chest for stability, a little gasp escaping her throat when he pulls his thumb back out.

With both hands squeezing her hips, feeling the slight twitches she’s starting to make, he takes complete control, and she hooks her over his shoulders weakly, trying to stabilize herself further, her forehead resting against his collarbone as he drills his cock up into her the last few times, before she’s mewling his name, while he groans out a raspy “haaaahhh”, head leant back against the wall as they cum. Shingo’s breath hitches several times as his hips stutter, becoming less and less until there’s nothing some seconds later. His girl humms tiredly above him, letting her arms fall to limply hang at his sides.

“Heh, damn, really fucked ya out, didn’t I, sweetheart?” she nodded weakly, the lull of sleep quickly taking her in its hold. His normally annoying chuckle of pride held softer undertones within it, especially as she felt him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, her hair being stroked a few times softly, lulling her deeper even further.

They stay like this for several minutes, (Y/N), having already fallen mostly asleep, while Shingo simply stayed put to admire to her form. Her dress still crumbled around her middle, which he goes to unzip quietly, unwrapping it from her form, before tossing it to the floor. His slightly calloused hands run across her back soothingly and rhythmically, leaving pleasant humms to emerge from his girl as she nuzzled her nose into his neck. The small gesture made him twitch slightly, still nestled inside her. Only then was he reminded of that, and with a somewhat disappointed sigh, he gently lifted her off of him, a cute whine at the loss of fullness passing through her. He lies her down on her side, before rolling out of bed himself, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and exiting the room.

Coming back moments later with a hot cloth, he lightly shakes his girlfriend awake, and her eyelids flutter a few times before landing on him. He gives his rare soft smiles, reserved only for her in private moments, speaking a soft “Hey gorgeous, I’ma clean you up, alright?”

With a small nod and hum, her tired eyes watched him set to work. “Thank you…” she whispered, yet still loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Mhmm, anything for my sweet girl, right?” his smile now warmer as he gave her a loving kiss which she happily returned.

“Love you, Shin.” She linked her pinky with his left one, leaving his dominant hand to rub the cloth along her skin.

“Mmm, love you more, baby. And no, you’re never winning the ‘I love you more’ battle, tough luck.” He chuckled when she smiled with an eyeroll, earning her a forehead kiss before he carried on. Finishing up with his cleaning, he put the cloth with the laundry, coming back to their room and shutting the door. Handing her his red hoodie, her favourite, she slipped it on, cuddling up to him like a leech the minute he lied back down in bed. One hand wrapped itself to hold her head protectively, the other holding her waist. With her head nestled comfortably on his chest, hand on his stomach and a leg hooked over his they fell asleep quickly, the comforting position and each other’s scents brought a quick and easy sense of comfort and security.

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Five)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N:

It’s so odd for me to write something other than a slow burn. Slow burns are what I’m known for and I’m demisexual so that's how I live my life lmaooo But with this story, it just worked out this way and Act Two is kinda a slow burn as they reconnect and shit? My other Ghost stories I’m working on are slow burns though. 

Placebo - I Feel You (Depeche Mode cover)

I feel you

Your sun, it shines

I feel you

Within my mind

You take me there

You take me where

The kingdom comes

You take me to

Lead me through

Babylon

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your heart, it sings

I feel you

The joy it brings

Where heaven waits

These golden gates

And back again

You take me to

Lead me through

Oblivion

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your precious soul

And I am whole

I feel you

Your rising sun

My kingdom comes

I feel you

Each move you make

I feel you

Each breath you take

Where angels sing

And spread their wings

My love's on high

You take me home

To glory's throne

By and by

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

This is the morning of our love

It's just the dawning of our love

I feel you

Your precious soul

And I am whole

I feel you

Your rising sun

My kingdom comes

It had been a Friday night when Simon had met Charlotte, Saturday when he’d gone to her place, threatened her ex and fucked her over the sink. They wound up spending the rest of Saturday in her bed, not being able to get enough of each other. The sensation was new to him, never one to even go back for seconds but he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d ended up staying Saturday night, waking on Sunday morning with her bundled in his arms. He found he liked it. 

He hadn't had nightmares once in her presence, something that confused him but he decided not to question. It was a relief and he’d never been so well rested, but now it was Sunday night and he knew he’d have to go soon. She'd casually mentioned earlier in the day that she had work the next day and he didn't think she’d want him loitering at her place when she wasn't even there. Wasn't like he was expecting to move in with her after knowing her for one weekend, but the idea of going back to his cold and lonely apartment made the beating lump of flesh in his chest turn to ice. 

The idea of sleeping without her warmth next to him, of waking alone. He felt like he'd been given a rare gift, something precious and now it was being torn from him. He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn't help it. There was this weird level of uncertainty about what would happen when he left. Would he ever even see her again? He’d give her his number but would she use it? What if that was it? He’d given her what he promised to, what if she was bored? So many utterly depressing questions ran through his head as they sat side by side on the couch, the tv on. 

He wasn't paying attention though, too deep in his own mind to care about what bullshit they’d been watching to occupy time. It hadn’t felt awkward here with her at all, it all felt so normal, like they were meant to spend each waking moment with each other. It all felt so absurd and he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He didn't want to leave, but he had to and if he was honest, he’d rather get it over and done with. The longer he dragged it out, the more likely it would be that he wouldn't leave and wind up making a right tit of himself. 

“I should get goin’,” he muttered, trying to sound unbothered as he glanced at her. He didn't miss how her brows furrowed when she looked at him, not even hiding her disappointment. It made the simmering pain in his chest dull a little. Maybe he wasn't the only one feeling this way. God he fucking hoped he wasn’t. She opened her mouth to say something but chose against it as she nodded, forcing a smile he didn't believe for one second as she stood up. Did she dread being away from him too?

“Will I… Will I see you again?” she asked quietly, her voice meeker than he’d ever heard it and it sent a shot of relief through him to know she wanted to see him again too. Poor thing looked at him like she was bracing herself for the worst. As if he’d tell her to go fuck herself or something. 

“Do you wanna see me again?” he asked, feeling like he knew the answer now but wanting confirmation. Her cheeks turned that pretty pink he was fond of as she glanced away, nibbling her lower lip. She looked so shy, timid, but then her bright eyes turned to him with resolve in them as she nodded. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. 

“Then you’ll see me again, love,” he murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch and it made his heart beat all funny again. It did every time she responded to the smallest of touches he gave her. 

“I know it… it probably sounds really stupid ‘cause we met a few days ago but… I really like having you around,” she admitted, and his brows rose a little. He envied the balls she had on her to come out with that despite clearly feeling insecure, something he noticed seemed to run bone deep in her. He’d change that soon enough. But her words brought about a seering warmth that burned him from the inside out.

“I like havin’ you around too,” he confessed, eyeing her fondly as she smiled her pretty shy smile. Fuckin’ christ, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his fucking eyes on. He felt blessed just to look upon her, let alone touch her. 

She turned on her heel without a word and he watched curiously as she wandered over to the bedside table. She grabbed a phone he’d never seen her use, tapping on it for a moment before walking back over to him. She handed it to him with a sheepish smile and when he grabbed it, he noticed she had opened her contacts for him. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest when he saw the only contacts she had in her phone were Jessica, Ethan and her Boss Sylvie, who he only knew was her boss because it was in the contact name. She really had no one? She didn't have any of her family in her phone? 

His heart squeezed tightly as he tapped in his number and name. Deciding to take matters into his own hands and be a bit of a cheeky fucker, he went into her messages and opened a new message, sending himself a text of gibberish just so he had her number. That way he wouldn't have to wait for her to contact him first. It was bold but she just snorted, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes twinkling. 

“Don't trust that I’ll contact you?” she asked amused and he shrugged with a scoff.

“Not leavin’ anythin’ to chance,” he smirked and she laughed lightly. The sound filled up every empty crevice of his entire being and he soaked it in, wanting to memorise the sound before he left. He pocketed his phone, watching her chuck hers on the coffee table before he glanced toward the front door. It was already getting late and he knew he should leave her be so she could do whatever it was she needed to do for work the next day.

“Alright then, love,” he sighed, giving her a small smile. She nodded, walking to the front door and he followed. He lingered in the open doorway for a moment before he grabbed her hand and tugged her towards him. She yelped in surprise but it turned into a smile as she blinked up at him with those doe eyes. He leaned down, nuzzling her nose in that way he knew she liked before placing a soft kiss to her lips. 

He’d meant it to be tame, not wanting to start shit he couldn't finish before he had to leave, but then the minx slid her hands up his shirt, splaying them on his bare chest underneath as she deepened the kiss. He grabbed her face, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he tried to get every bit of her that he could like a greedy bastard. When he pulled away, she looked drunk almost and he loved that dazed look he could put on her face. 

“See you soon, yeah?” he rasped, voice hoarse as his eyes darted all over her face. 

“See you soon, Simon,” she smiled warmly at him, moving away from him and finally allowing him to tear himself away from her. He really, really didn't want to leave. He blew out a breath as he forced his legs to move, not able to look back at her as he descended the steps outside and into the alley way. 

As he made his way to the bus stop, he thought about the weekend he’d had. Hardly expected that, had he? A simple night at the pub with Tommy turned into something he wasn't quite prepared for. Charlotte had been a whirlwind that had torn through everything he thought he knew but he couldn't find himself bothered about it. It was a little scary, being so uncertain about things, feeling things he wasn't used to, but he wouldn't change anything. 

Was this what it was like to meet someone you cared about? Had Tommy felt this way when he’d met Beth? It all felt so surreal. God only knew how Tommy would react when he found out, Simon wasn't sure if he was ready to tell his brother yet. He was excited, wanting to gush about the crazy little brunette he’d met that had upended his entire world, but it still felt too soon. Still felt so fragile, like a small breeze would make it dissipate. He didn't want to get too invested, didn't want to tell his brother just yet because that meant it meant something. And if this didn't work out, if she got sick of him after a week which he wouldn't bloody blame her for, then he wasn't sure he could cope with other people knowing about it. She’d be his little secret for now and he’d see where the hell this thing went. 

When he got back to his place, the quiet grated on him and he clenched his jaw, huffing as he slammed his door shut. He could still smell her perfume lingering in the apartment and as he stomped to the bedroom, the bed was still unmade, rumpled from where they both got out of bed on Saturday morning. It was unfair to miss someone he hadn’t known that long and yet he felt the ache down to his fucking bone marrow. 

He set his phone on the nightstand, willing himself to not text so soon, lest he look like a desperate fool and probably scare her off. He settled on having a scalding hot shower to try and melt his tension away. It took him about half an hour before he got bored and felt no better. Padding out of the bathroom, he went back to his bedroom, grabbing some clean sweats and putting them on, not bothering with a top before he turned the tv on in his room. He never liked sleeping in the quiet and on bad nights, he’d put on the tv at a low volume just to have some noise in the background. He lay on the bed before he caved and grabbed his phone and he was surprised to see a message already waiting for him off Charlotte.

'Missing you already <3'

Before he knew what was happening, he realised he was smiling like a fucking idiot. It was such an odd sensation for him to smile so wide. He was never much of a smiler, nor a laugher. As he got older, beat the shit out of his dad and kicked him out, he found himself smiling more. Found himself a little more relaxed than he had been when he was younger and scared. Found himself laughing with Tommy, with Beth, even his mum. But nothing was quite the same as the level of warmth plaguing his chest right now looking at such a simple text. 

He felt… happy. Genuinely happy and not the fleeting kind that would happen when someone told a stupid joke or he watched something that amused him. It was a kind of happiness he’d never experienced before and he was helpless to stop it. How fucking terrifying was it, then? Getting so attached to someone you only knew for a few days. Was proper mental is what it was and he knew it. Happiness was a weakness. It allowed yourself to be open to get hurt, gave you a big gaping weak point that could be pressed and abused. Yet when he thought of the pretty girl with the dark hair and bright eyes, the fear was outshone by another feeling. A blooming excitement that made him tingle all the way down to his toes. Not the horny kind either, although he couldn't wait to get his hands on her again, but he was just excited to see her again. Was excited to hear her laugh, to see her beautiful smile, to hear her cheeky comments when she had a surge of confidence. There was just something about her that made him gravitate towards her, like she was a magnificent planet and he was her moon. He was pulled into her orbit and he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. 

He pursed his lips for a moment, eyes reading and rereading the message over and over as if he’d find the secrets of the universe in the letters. He realised then that she’d sent it over twenty minutes ago and he felt a jolt of guilt at making her wait. Hell, if he’d had the balls to text her first and had to wait that long he was pretty sure he’d be climbing the fucking walls. Part of him felt so unsure of himself in this new territory, he wasn't used to this. Fucking texting a girl, hoping to see her again. On one hand he was scared of putting her off, scaring her away if he was too much. But then what if he wasn't enough? She’d made her interest clear, been open and honest with him like the angel she was. She wasn't leaving him second guessing that she wanted to see him again and he decided to pull deep inside himself for some confidence. If she was brave enough to admit it, then he could fucking text her and be honest.

'Miss you too. Going to sleep without you isn't quite the same'

Before he could overthink it, he hit send, locking his phone and resting it face down on his bare chest. He blinked tiredly at the ceiling, the shadows cast from the TV dancing across the cream expanse. He always felt out of sorts when he was on leave, never really knew what to do with himself. He spent a lot of time working out, refusing to let his body go, needed to be in tip top condition for when he went back. But he didn't have a job when he was on leave, didn't really have anyone to spend it with. He’d see Tommy when he could, even popped around to see Beth sometimes when Tommy was working, or his mum. Other than that, his days were spent doing little else but wasting away alone in his apartment. 

He wondered how Charlotte would react if he turned up at her work one day for lunch. Wondered if she had a little uniform or not. Wondered if she’d treat him the same as all the other customers or give him a little extra treatment. He wondered when her days off were, if it was just the weekend or if it was some kind of rota. Wondered when he’d get to spend a whole day and night with her again. He was broken from his thoughts when his phone buzzed on his chest. He tried to temper down the excitement buzzing under his skin as he unlocked it. 

'I should have locked you in, then you'd have no choice to stay. I’d employ you as my own personal teddy bear but I could only pay you in bacon butties '

Something fluttered in his stomach as he read it, that smirk still pulling at his lips as if they'd been threaded with string and a puppet master was toying with him. She'd wanted him to stay. Should he have left? He could have just stayed again, maybe get up with her in the morning and gone home. He cursed himself for jumping the gun like he had, worried he'd be in her way and annoy her. 

If anyone else had called him a teddy bear, he might have wanted to deck them, but this was Charlotte and he found a pleasant warmth enveloping him. If she wanted him to be her teddy bear, he'd gladly do it. He'd be anything she fucking wanted him to be as long as she smiled at him like she did. As long as she made him feel like he mattered. That he meant something. 

'Wouldn't have protested too much if you wanted to keep me prisoner, love. Although payment in bacon butties doesn't sound bad, don't think it could count as payment if I've got to make them myself'

When he sent the message, he turned over on his side feeling his eyes getting heavy. He forced them to stay awake though, not wanting to miss a reply. His sleep schedule was usually pretty solid, wanting to keep it strict so it wasn't so jarring when he went back to work. He didn't really do late nights often since he was always up at 6am at the latest to start his morning workout. The routine has been disrupted this past weekend and he found tiredness settling deep in his bones. His phone buzzed in his hand and he blinked rapidly to clear the sleepiness out of his eyes.

'You can't offer to make bacon butties just to throw it in my face, sir. That's an incredibly unkind thing to do to a lady'

'You're a lady?'

' :o fine, maybe I'll just be really busy when you want to meet up. Maybe I should be someone's else's good girl instead…'

He knew she was pressing his buttons on purpose, bantering with him, but he still felt something run right through him that burned red hot in his veins. Before he could process what his tired brain was doing, he hit call. It only rang once before she picked up. 

“Hello, Simon,” he could hear the smile on her voice and she sounded adorably sleepy. He could just picture her wrapped up like a little burrito in bed, her cherubic face poking out the quilt. He longed to be there to witness it. 

“Tryin’ to wind me up, sweetheart?” He rasped, his tired voice sounding even lower than usual. She hummed softly down the phone and the noise soothed something in him. 

“Is it working?” She asked cheekily and he chuckled, moving to lay on his back. His eyes traced the ceiling, looking at the spot where the paint was peeling slightly. He hadn't cared enough to fix it. 

“What do you think?” He asked sarcastically and she snorted down the line. 

“Glad to know it's so easy to push your buttons. You shouldn't worry though, I'm you're good girl,” he could hear her fucking smirk through the phone and he groaned, throwing his spare arm over his eyes.

“You're evil, you know that? I'm too fuckin' tired to deal with a stiffy right now,” he huffed, willing his dick to calm itself before it got too excited. 

“Well… if I was there I could have dealt with it for you,” she replied easily and he almost whined. Almost. 

“You sound knackered, love. Don't think you'd be in any state to deal with anythin’,” he remarked dryly and her pretty little laugh floated through the phone and it didn't help his current situation. 

“Guess you're right. But I could just lay there and let you do all the work. Let you use my body, take what you want from me,” she seemed bolder when she was tired, or maybe this was just how she was. Shy one minute, a brazen minx the next. Either way, her words affected him more than he'd like to admit. Wasn't sure if that made him a bit sick in the head to get off on the idea. Of holding her down and using her pretty little body for his own pleasure. He did enjoy the thought though, very much so. But then again, she must have too or she wouldn't have said it with that silky soft tone. 

“You like that idea, sweetheart?” He drawled, his breathing heavy as he tried to ignore the heat stirring in his lower belly. Tired to ignore the ache of his cock that had been spoiled this weekend and now felt neglected. He really was too tired to deal with it. He heard her little sharp intake of breath, could picture her cheeks all pink and pretty for him. Her wide eyes, bright blue hidden by the black of her pupils as they overtook them. 

“Maybe…” she replied, now sounding shy again. Had she realised the dirty little secret she shared with him in her sleepy state? He stored that information away for another time. 

“You should get some rest, Lottie. You'll be dead on your feet in the mornin’,” he murmured softly. He didn't want her to be tired at work. She let out a little noise, a mix between a hum and a whine, telling him she didn't want to end the call as much as he didn't. It soothed something in him to know she was in the same boat as him. Made the whole experience a little less scary. 

“I guess,” was she pouting? Sounded like she was. 

“Get some good rest, yeah?” He sighed, not liking the painful tugging in his chest at the idea of hanging up. 

“I'll try, you too. Goodnight, Simon,” she said softly.

“Goodnight, love,” he replied before forcing himself to hang up. He didn't want to become one of those couples that did the whole ‘no you hang up’ bullshit, but he was starting to understand it. Starting to understand all the stupid shit he'd been forced to witness when Beth or his mum had a fucking romcom on. Not that he and Charlotte were a couple anyway, not yet at least. He'd never had a girlfriend before and the idea of having someone to call his own was a foreign concept. He'd never really desired it until now, but he wanted her, wanted her completely, wanted her to be his. 

She was driving him fucking mad. Like some kind of siren, luring him to a rocky death with her enticing call that he was powerless against. In a few short days she'd managed to worm her way through a crack in his walls, taking up residence in his hollow chest and warming it up in ways he didn't think possible. He was well and truly fucked. A realisation that was only solidified when he woke up the next morning to a mess in his bed after he'd rut against the mattress in his sleep. 

It was Wednesday. It had been three days since he’d seen Charlotte but the pair had established a routine. They text each other throughout the day, although Charlotte’s responses were a bit sparse and unpredictable. She wasn't allowed her phone at work so she snuck a text to him when she got the chance and he was grateful. When she’d get in bed, knackered from a hard day's work, she’d give him a call. He enjoyed their little chats as they got to know each other better. All surface level stuff really, but it kept it safe. 

He’d got to know quite a bit about her. Favourite colour was sage green and she loved earthy tones. She loved to read, her favourite being Grimm’s fairy tales. She’d briefly mentioned how she’d used it as an escape after stealing the book from the library when she was young. When he’d try to pry for more info, she’d clammed up and he realised her past was a sore spot. He knew that all too well. 

Found out she loved Italian food, bolognese being her favourite. She loved to make art in her spare time and had designed all her own tattoos herself. She told him she’d recently got a tablet and was doing digital art and she liked it better, was able to correct mistakes a lot easier and had every colour at her fingertips, she’d said. Her favourite bands were Placebo and Nine Inch Nails, the former being the ones to own the quote inked on the inside of her left arm. 

She loved plants but struggled to keep them alive, she’d called herself a well meaning plant killer and it had made him laugh. She said that's why she stuck to succulents, she was less likely to murder them. She had a thing for the weird and macabre, collecting oddities and curiosities like taxidermy shit. He felt like he was collecting little fragments of her, tiny puzzle pieces to make up the bigger picture of who she was. He adored hearing her ramble about the things she was passionate about. 

He’d been itching to see her again, but everytime he worked up the courage to ask about seeing her at work or after work one day, he wound up not saying anything when he heard how tired the poor girl was from work. He didn't want to bother her, yet waiting for weekend was dragging painfully slow. He only had until Sunday before his two week leave was over, then he’d be back on base. Usually he stayed there at the barracks since he didn't really have a reason not to. He only really used his apartment when he was on leave if he was honest, but now, feeling like he had something worth coming back for, he wondered if that would change. 

Fulwood Base was in Preston, 45 minutes away on the train from his place. It had never been worth the effort to come home when he was done at 5pm everyday or on weekends when he was off so he’d usually stay in his assigned room, just hang out on base. He couldn't imagine that now and he was just glad his base wasn't even further away. It wouldn't be hard to get the train back to Manchester when he wanted to see Charlotte and he knew he’d be staying home on the weekends now. Unless he was at hers.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t get her out of his fucking brain like a worm that had eaten its way through his grey matter to take residence in his skull. Three days was far too long for his liking so he decided to make an executive decision. He was going to visit her at work. Wasn't like he had anything else better to do anyway other than sit around and be bored and lonely. He figured mooching around town wouldn’t hurt him, look around the shops a bit since his mum's birthday was coming up and then grab a bite to eat at the Cafe where she worked. He was a little nervous about how she'd react to seeing him but he was a brave man, he was in the army for fuck sake, he could do this. 

He had a small bag in his hand from Warren James, got his mother a nice silver bracelet. He’d also ordered a cooking set, a bunch of pans and shit that she’d had her eye on from Argos. He wanted to get her more but the woman didn't really want for much. He eyed the door to the Cafe, watching some people eat and drink at the tables outside before he looked back at the door. He’d never been inside, wasn’t sure what to expect as he pushed open the door. It turned out a lot nicer than what he thought, nicer than the typical cafe he’d been to now and again. There was a small area on the level you walked in on with tables all full, then there were about six steps to take you up to the main area. Looked more like a restaurant than a cafe in his opinion. 

He trudged his way up the stairs, eyes darting around as he looked for Lottie, but he couldn’t see her as he moved to sit at a small table in the corner. He watched as other servers all bustled about, all dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt. he presumed it was the uniform. He fidgeted with the menu in his hands, not really paying attention as he desperately tried to find her. She came out the back then, a smile on her face as she expertly manoeuvred around the tables with two large plates balanced in her hands. She had the uniform on and her hair was in two plaits either side of her head with a few stray bits framing her face. She was fucking beautiful. 

She stopped at a table with an elderly couple on it, too far to hear what she said but close enough to see her pretty smile as she spoke to them. She looked up then, as if some gravitational pull was tugging at her, and when her eyes met his, she froze for a moment. Dread seized him, wondering if he’d made a mistake, wondering if he’d crossed a line, but then a blinding smile took over her face and she practically bounced her way over like a kid excited on christmas. 

“Hello there, sir. What can I get you today?” she asked brightly, a cheeky smile on her face that made him feel all hot from the inside out. 

“Not really sure, any recommendations?” he asked with a raised brow. He didn't think it possible but she seemed to smile harder as she leaned her hands on his table, lowering her head down to him a little.

“I hear the Charlotte’s pretty tasty,” she smirked and he almost choked on his own breath at her remark, chuckling as he tilted his head at her. Cheeky little thing she was, he loved it.

“Is that right?” he drawled and her eyes twinkled mischievously. She leaned in, surprising him with a kiss. He hadn't expected any PDA, was never really a fan of it but he didn't even know what they were. A one night stand that wouldn't end? Friends with benefits? It was all too soon to tell so he hadn’t expected her to kiss him in her work place like this. Like she wasn't embarrassed to be around a man like him. Like she wanted to show him off. And fuck, he didn’t mind one bit. 

He grabbed her face before she could pull away, kissing her deeply and allowing himself to taste her, explore her mouth as he’d missed her these past few days. When she pulled away, she looked dazed and cleared her throat with pink cheeks. Almost done him in when she bit down on her lower lip, looking at him through her lashes like some demure little bird. She was lucky he didn’t bend her over the fucking table and take her for everyone to see when she was playing coy like this. 

She moved to plonk on the seat in front of him then, giving him a little smile.

“In all seriousness, you’d like the steak if you're hungry. If not, the sandwiches are good for lunch. It's all pretty good,” she shrugged, resting her chin on her hand as she fluttered her lashes at him. She looked so happy to see him and it warmed his dead heart. 

“I’ll have the steak then, love. And a coke,” he nodded and she grinned, grabbing her pad from her breast pocket and scribbling the order down. 

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she smiled, jumping from her seat and hurrying into the back. 

He felt far more relaxed now, knowing she wanted him here, that she didn't have a problem with it. It made him feel better that he could drop in and see her when he wanted. The kiss had made it all well worth it. She came back out after a few minutes and he watched her flit around behind the counter, grabbing a can of coke out of the fridge and then pouring it into a glass with ice. She wandered over, glass in one hand, cutlery in the other and she set it all out in front of him. When she was done, she hovered next to him for a moment as she toyed with her hands.

“Do you wanna see a movie this Saturday?” she blurted and it caught him off guard. Was she asking him on a date? If she was, that was embarrassing, he was the one who was supposed to ask her. Seemed she had more balls than him once again. 

“What movie?” he asked, cringing internally. He had no idea why he’d fucking asked ‘cause it didn’t really matter, did it? She could ask him to watch a sickening romance movie with her and he’d do it with a smile on his face if it meant he got to spend time with her. She shifted on her feet and chewed on her lower lip.

“Final Destination 3 is coming out and I really wanna see it,” she shrugged, trying to act like she wasn't fussed but the blush on her cheeks told him otherwise. He’d never seen the movies but he knew about them. Shouldn't have been surprised she liked scary movies, although he was sure they wouldn't be his idea of scary.

“I’d uh… I‘d like that,” he admitted and instantly, her face lit up like the sun on a rainy day and he felt like he was free falling. 

“Great! I’ll check the times and stuff and let you know,” she beamed and he nodded, excitement curling low in his belly at the idea of going out with her.

“We could get food after… if you wanted,” he suggested and she nodded eagerly.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she grinned.

“Charlotte!” The pair looked over as an older woman looked at her expectantly and Charlotte blew out a sigh, practically pouting at him.

“Gotta get back to work. I’ll bring your food out when it's done and don’t leave without saying bye, yeah?” she asked hopefully.

“Wouldn't dream of it, love,” he replied with an easy smile and she bit her lower lip with a smile before flitting off. He couldn’t help but watch every time she floated around the place, giving out food, taking orders, tidying tables. It didn't take too long before she made her way over to him with a large plate in her hands.

“Here you go, one steak,” she set it down in front of him. It looked fucking delicious and his mouth watered at the sight, his hunger making itself known tenfold. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smiled up at her, making her smile back.

“You're very welcome,” she grinned before she was off again. 

He enjoyed his food, devouring it in a way that would put Charlotte to shame when she ate his bacon butties. Was one of the best steaks he’d ever fucking had and he made a note he needed to come here more often, not just for his girl. He was absolutely stuffed and leaned back in his chair, once again watching her easily move through the place. When she caught his eye, he gestured with his head and she hurried over to him.

“Take it you enjoyed it then?” she asked with a knowing smirk as she eyed his very empty plate.

“Was delicious. Compliments to the chef,” he murmured and she smiled to herself.

“I’ll let him know. He doesn’t get people bothering to thank him often so he’ll appreciate it. I’ll grab your bill for you,” she was off again with his plate and he watched her go behind the counter, grabbing his order ticket from where it was pinned up. She grabbed a pen from the counter and scribbled something onto it before making her way over. She set the receipt down on a tiny little plate and he picked it up, snorting a laugh as he read her little scribble.

‘Taste of Charlotte - £0 ;)’

Reading the total on the receipt, he grabbed the money from his wallet, making sure to leave her a tip as he put the money on the plate. He pocketed the receipt as he stood from his chair, grabbing the bag of jewellery that had been by his feet. Charlotte blinked up at him now he was towering over her and she gave him a pretty smile. He used his spare hand to cup her cheek and her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Hopefully I’ll get a better taste this Saturday, yeah?” he purred and smirked at her sharp intake of breath. He moved away just enough to eye her, watching how she flushed a deep pink, how her pupils dilated. Such a responsive little thing she was. 

He leaned in, capturing her lips without care for the audience. He couldn't help it, no one else mattered but her. She clutched his shirt, pressing herself closer to him as she kissed him back greedily and he had to hold back a moan, reminding himself they were in fact in public. At her place of work no less. He forced himself to pull away, didn't fancy having blue balls until this weekend. He had to wind his fucking neck in. She hummed softly, blinking those dazed eyes at him with a smile painted on her lips.

“Can I still call you later?” she asked and he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Be disappointed if you didn't, love,” he replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb before he reluctantly pulled away. 

“Talk to you later then,” she smiled and he nodded, pressing his lips to her forehead for good measure before he forced himself to leave. 

He felt an odd mix of feelings as he left the building. The same heaviness he felt the last time he’d left her, that crippling loneliness suddenly seizing him in a choke hold, but then there was excitement for what was to come. She wanted to see him again, asked him out. It felt like maybe it could go somewhere. that maybe it could be more than whatever this limbo was they were in currently. He felt like someone different, a wholly new man as he walked down the street with a stupid smile playing on his lips. He didn’t know who he was but he sure as shit didn’t feel like Simon fucking Riley.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Helloool!! I reeeeallyyy love your work <3

Here’s a request I’d love to read,

Marilyn and student!reader are super close, r had some mh issues at the beginning and relied on Marilyn and Marilyn loved that r trusted her. After reader’s mh got better, a few years later, they’re still as close as ever. Reader’s friends think it’s really weird and not ok but every teacher and adult thinks that they’re so cute, like a mother and daughter. But it’s much more than that. R secretly has the smallest crush on Marilyn, and Marilyn is, secretly, obsessed and in love with r. R obviously thinks the feelings aren’t reciprocated, but she doesn’t understand why Marilyn gets so mad when r talks more with other people i.e. with Larissa. How Marilyn tells r she shouldn’t hang out w her friends, how she shows the smallest and subtlest signs of being in love with r.

And how the story could continue and how their relationship could get more intimate, I trust you completely to decide that!!!

I’m sorry if this was confusing, I tried to make it as clear as possible.

Take your time <3!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes :))))

Make a wish, just for me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: mental heath issues, hurt & comfort, possessive Marilyn, manipulative Marilyn, fluff

Word count: 4,394

Summary: You have a very close relationship with Marilyn, of course you don’t want it to be jus a friendship…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Come on, guys, don't disperse, everyone to the bus…” One of the teachers said, gesturing for you to get on.

You looked at the school bus and started to shake, shaking your head. It wasn't normal to react like this to something as simple as a bus, but you had reasons for it. When you were 14 years old, your parents took you to a friend's birthday party. It was night and there was fog.

As soon as you got out of the car, the blaring sound of a horn preceded a horrible noise of bending metal and breaking glass. The police said that the bus had problems with the brakes, that they could not do anything. That was no comfort to you. Your parents died and you saw it all.

Such a trauma was not good for you. You had an enormous amount of problems after that terrible event. Your lonely and violent behavior in high school forced your aunt, who cared for you without much enthusiasm, to take you to a different school, to Nevermore. You think she sent you there to get rid of you

It wasn't a bad change, although the visions and night terrors and panic attacks kept you from leading a completely normal life.

Students your age already had permission to spend Saturdays at Jericho, but what you didn't know was that you would have to go by bus.

“Miss (Y/N), we are waiting for you,” your fencing teacher said, making an impatient gesture with his hands.

“I… I…” You stammered, backing up when you heard the engine start. Another teacher got out of the vehicle, looking at you strangely.

It was Marilyn Thornhill, she had just joined Nevermore and mysteriously, she was the one who always had to take care of you. She seemed like she was some kind of hazing. She was beautiful, kind, understanding, the best of all the teachers you had. Even thanks to her, you began to be interested in botany.

“(Y/N)?” She asked. “Are you ok?”

“N…No…. I…”

Before you could finish your awkward babbling, the vehicle's horn blared, making you relive that traumatic experience. You screamed in fright, noticing how your hands trembled and you began to see blurry things.

“Oh dammit, can't we just leave you guys alone?” The coach asked, angrily getting on the bus.

“(Y/N), you're pale,” the redhead said, placing a hand on your forehead. “My God, you're freezing...”

You shook your head, looking everywhere, looking for the killer bus that would appear somewhere to finish what started 4 years ago.

“No! No! No!” You screamed, fleeing the place, terrified, completely out of control.

You ran to the main school building and took cover in a corner, your eyes almost bulging. Realizing that it had only been a panic attack, you leaned against the stone wall, letting yourself fall to the ground, bursting into tears and drawing your knees to your chest.

You heard footsteps approaching, but you ignored them.

“(Y/N)… You're here…” Marilyn said, panting. She surely she had followed you. “Honey, what's going on?” She said softly, crouching down in front of you.

You looked up, embarrassed. In the background you saw the bus leave the school and you began to feel better.

“I, I didn't want to get on the bus…” You whispered, wiping away your tears. Marilyn looked at you surprised, but with a tender smile she sat next to you against the wall.

“Why? Oh, of course you don't have to tell me if you don't want to,” she asked you, gently rubbing your back.

You sighed and stretched out your legs, going blank for a moment. There was no one with whom you trusted enough to talk about your past, but that tone of voice, that empathetic attitude made you rethink many things.

“My… My parents died…” You whispered, with an almost inaudible tone. Marilyn nodded for you to continue without interrupting. “A bus collided with their car... I was in front and... And...” You stammered, crying again, inconsolable.

The redhead hugged you immediately, letting your head rest on her chest. You clung to her clothes, desperate, crying like you never did, letting off steam completely.

“Calm down, honey... It's okay... Everything is fine... Calm down... Everything's over... The bus has already left...” She whispered to you with a reassuring, almost sedative voice.

“Don't you think I'm crazy?” You asked, feeling very comfortable in her arms.

“Of course not, honey,” she told you, moving away a bit and cupping your face with her hands. “I'm very sorry for what happened to you, you had to suffer a lot, right?”

You nodded, unable to stop the tears from bubbling out of your eyes.

“Shh… Don't cry anymore…” She said, passing her finger over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “I'm so sorry you had to go through something so terrible...”

You didn't respond, as if it were a reflex, you returned to rest your head on her chest, praying for her arms to surround you again and to be able to feel safe as just two minutes ago.

“I couldn't forget it, I'm not able to get on a bus... I have nightmares... That bus haunts me in my dreams...” You opened up about your problems. She let you talk while still cradling you in her arms. “Please, no, don't force me to get on that bus, please…” You asked desperately.

Marilyn shook her head, thoughtful.

“Calm down, (Y/N), I'm not going to do it…” She told you, kissing your hair affectionately. “I have an idea,” she said, moving away a bit so you could look into her eyes. “Can you get in a car?”

You thought about it for a moment, but you agreed. You could bear that.

“Great, I'll take you to Jericho in my car, what do you think? You sure don't want to miss spending the day with your friends, right?”

It was a good idea, the best idea. Marilyn helped you up and she calmly led you across the schoolyard to her little beetle.

“Ms. Thornhill…” You said, now calmer, looking out the window.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for… For helping me…” You sighed.

“There is no need to, (Y/N). Thank you for trusting me,” she answered you while she was driving. “Oh, by the way, call me Marilyn.”

After that day, things in Nevermore changed a lot for you. Your relationship with the teacher became much closer, much more like a tender, sincere friendship. Little by little you began to stay in the conservatory, helping Marilyn to water the plants and talking to her about your problems.

As a curious fluke, the nightmares and the seizure lessened over time. Psychiatrists always told you that you had to talk about it, that you had to face it, but it seemed to you that no one would want to listen to the complaints and traumas of an adolescent. Nobody until Marilyn arrived. She always attended to all your worries, she always gave you advice, she understood you. She told you that she also lost her family. A very deep connection between you began to form, finding that you both had things in common, a traumatic past and the desire to overcome it.

“Let's see…” The redhead told you, picking up a small pot on the table. You looked at her expectantly. You had planted that seed a few days ago and it was time to check that it was growing, that it could become a beautiful flower.

Marilyn carefully stirred the moist soil in the pot, watching closely. A wide smile warned you that there was good news.

“Look, (Y/N), the seed has germinated,” she told you happily, indicating that you should come closer. You did it excited, seeing how a small green stem was distinguishable among the soil. You smiled happy for having managed to make a life to live thanks to you. It was wonderful, but it wasn't the only thing that made your heart beat faster and faster.

As the days, weeks, and months passed, that admiration and gratitude for the redhead dangerously transformed into something you wished you didn't feel. The nightmares had ended, but not by themselves, little by little they were replaced by recurring dreams, dreams in which Marilyn was the protagonist. You didn't want to feel it, you wanted to ignore the love you felt. You imagined that it was only about affection, some kind of affective lack that you had to fill with her. No, you couldn't fool yourself. You were crazy about her.

Naturally the idea of your dreams coming true was unthinkable, completely impossible. You didn't even tell your friends, they would laugh at you, you were sure.

“It's incredible…” You sighed, looking askance at the woman you loved without limits, who would be your downfall, and from whom you didn't want to separate. “I didn't think I could do it.”

“It seems you were wrong, (Y/N), it's going to be a beautiful lily, the most beautiful of all,”she told you, smiling tenderly.

You both stared at each other, as if you had suddenly gone completely blank. Her gloved hand brushed over yours gently and it looked like she was going to tell you something, something important, but she couldn't.

“Hey, (Y/N), we've been looking for you all afternoon,” one of your friends said, entering the conservatory without knocking. “Hello, Miss Thornhill.”

“Hi Becca. Excuse (Y/N), I have entertained her, my fault,” she said, amused, taking her hand away from yours immediately. The girl nodded, smiling politely.

“We are waiting for you to come to the lake, Michael has finally brought the board,” your friend explained to you.

You looked at the redhead, as if you were asking her permission to leave, although you really didn't feel like doing it.

“Go, (Y/N), have fun,” she told you, nodding. Her face was kind, calm, but her eyes had a strange, melancholic, sad shine.

“Well… I'm coming, I'm coming,” you said, taking off your gloves. “See you tomorrow Miss... Marilyn.” You said timidly, being grabbed by your partner's arm.

“Do you call Miss Thornhill by her first name?” Becca asked, as you walked towards the lake. You looked at her, a little blushed, and nodded.

“Well, yes…”

“And why is that?” She kept asking, with a slightly mocking tone.

“Well... We... We get along well, I guess,” you said in a whisper, finding yourself a little uncomfortable with that conversation. Your friend frowned and laughed in amusement.

“You've been spending a lot of time with her lately, you didn't even come to Roger's birthday party,” she told you, with a certain reproachful tone. You freaked out a bit. You didn't want anyone to suspect how you felt about Marilyn.

“What do you mean?” You asked, slowing down.

“What do you think I mean?” She teased, winking at you.

“Um…. I…” You stammered, seriously thinking about running out of there.

“It was a joke, (Y/N)…” She told you, frowning even more. “I'm not suggesting anything weird, I'm just asking why Miss Thornhill is suddenly more important than us.”

“It's not more important, Becca,” you answered, not wanting to leave room for doubts. “I just feel good with her, she's nice.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N), but it's still weird and not only I believe it, we all think so. You two are very… close.”

“I still don't see the problem,” you said, crossing your arms, a little annoyed. Becca looked at you and shrugged.

“Well, then you're blind, (Y/N), stop and think about it for a moment and you'll see how right I am.”

You didn't want to talk about it anymore. You didn't see anything unusual. It was all a normal, affective teacher-student relationship. You didn't know exactly why she was saying it. You doubted that she thought there could be something between you and her, that's the last thing anyone with common sense would think. Maybe it was because Marilyn was a normie, someone some of your friends say shouldn't be there.

The days went by. Your friend's words were still in your mind, and you thought about it every time you went to see Marilyn and the precious lily that grew day after day. As much as you thought about what might seem strange to your friends, you couldn't find it. You couldn't understand those words, you didn't see anything weird, nothing wrong. You were happy with her and she smiled whenever she saw you appear. You weren't going to give it up.

The day of your 18th birthday has arrived. That same night you found a surprise party in your room. You were happy for having managed to make so many friends, but at the same time you looked at them with resentment for daring to judge your healthy and friendly relationship with Marilyn. You couldn't help but hate them a little for speaking without knowing, for thinking that it was something strange, that it wasn't normal, that there was something dark or hidden in the innocent afternoons you spent with her.

In the morning, still exhausted from that night of partying, you went for a walk around the school. You needed to clear your head, stop spinning your head around Becca's comments and the subtle innuendos from the rest of your classmates.

You leaned against the stone railing, peering out into the quad, where life went on as usual. You rested your head on your hand and sighed.

“Weird…” You whispered to yourself.

You almost had a heart attack when you noticed two gentle hands gently grabbing your waist. You turned in fright to see Marilyn behind you.

“You weren't thinking of telling me, (Y/N)?” She asked ironically.

You blinked scared that she might mean your friends' disgusting comments.

“Um… I…” You said, running a hand over the back of your neck.

“I had to look at your file to see that today is your birthday, happy birthday!” She told you happily, giving you a tender hug.

“Tha, thanks,” you said blushing from the contact. She smiled and caressed your cheek. It was a brief gesture, she immediately removed her hand.

“Come with me, I have a surprise for you,” she told you, grabbing your wrist.

You were excited, expectant. You walked the corridors of Nevermore with her, until you reached a corridor you had never been in, the corridor where the teachers lived.

“Come in, please,” she told you kindly, opening the door.

Timidly you entered the small and old room. It was full of flowers, just as you expected.

“Sit down,” she told you, pointing to her bed. You obeyed and noticed how your legs began to shake.

She went to her desk and lit a candle that was stuck in a piece of cake. It was amazing, you didn't know how she could know, but it was your favorite cake.

“Here, (Y/N), make a wish,” she told you, offering you the plate.

You closed your eyes. You were very clear about what you wanted more than anything "I want a kiss from you." You blew out the candle and the redhead clapped excitedly, going back to her desk and picking up a box.

“Take it, this is for you. I didn't know what to get you, but I saw this in a shop window and thought you'd look gorgeous on it.”

You left the plate on the bed and you took that surprise gift. You were so excited you didn't even bother to hide your fledgling blush. You undid the red ribbons that covered the package and opened the box, taking out a beautiful dress. It wasn't very elegant, but it was pretty, the prettiest you'd ever seen. It would look great with the Converse you used to wear, it was like she read your mind.

“Do you like it?” She asked, looking at your surprised and with a stunned face.

“I love it, it's beautiful… I, I don't know what to say,” you said, touching the soft fabric.

“Try it on, I want to see how it looks on you,” she told you, pointing to the bathroom door.

You nodded profusely and ran off with the token in hand.

You looked in the mirror already with the dress on. It fit you perfectly. It was the first time that you saw yourself as a pretty girl, without complexes. You left the bathroom and Marilyn was waiting for you expectantly, sitting on the bed.

“Look at you, (Y/N), you look beautiful, impressive,” she told you while you turned around, wearing your new clothes in a fun way. “You are the most beautiful girl of Nevermore.”

You were so red you didn't know how she didn't notice. She looked at you with an admiration that made you think many things, that made you turn on a light in your head, that made you feel very close to your dreams.

“Thank you… It looks great on me… thank you very much Marilyn,” you said, a little excited. You leaned down and hugged her tight as she laughed at your reaction. You separated and again you stayed looking into each other's eyes. She cleared her throat and shifted a bit, pointing to the bed for you to sit next to her.

Suddenly, as if some evil entity landed in your brain, Becca's words came back to your mind, the taunts of your classmates. You bit your lip, a little nervous and played with your feet. Marilyn noticed your change in attitude.

“Honey, what's wrong? Don't you like it?” She asked, putting an arm around your shoulders. You shook your head, with a lost look.

“It's not that… It's just…” You said timidly.

“What, sweetie?”

“My friends… My friends think it's weird that I spend so much time with you,” you said bluntly, causing her to raise her eyebrows, confused.

“What? Why?”

“I don't know, they say it's rare for us to get along... Calling you by your name...” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Do you think so?” She asked, somehow worried. You immediately shook your head.

“Of course not.”

“I don't understand why they say that. Sometimes she had the impression that they don't like you being with me. I just confirmed it,” she told you sighing.

“But why?” You asked the air.

“I don't know honey. It seems that they want you to not be happy... You are happy by my side, right?”

-“Of, of course I am,” you said, without thinking carefully about those words. If you had listened to them correctly you would be crying with joy.

“So they don't want you to be happy, (Y/N)… You should spend less time with them. They don't do you good, honey,” she told you, rubbing your back.

“But they are my friends,” you said surprised.

“I doubt they think the same, (Y/N). They don't understand you like I do... I want you to be happy...”

After that curious conversation, things continued as usual, except for one small detail. You no longer spent time with your friends, you ignored them. You preferred spending entire afternoons with Marilyn, even a few nights. Gradually your friends started ignoring you and looking at you strangely. You didn't care at all. The gestures of affection and caresses increased a lot since that day.

It was another Saturday. The only day that you did spend with your friends. No one told you anything, they just accepted your decisions. You didn't even want to spend the day with them.

You waited for a long time by Marilyn's car, but she didn't show up. You waited 5, 10, 20, 40 minutes, but there was no sign of the redhead. You were going to ask her to spend the day with her, and you started to get nervous. Some heels behind you startled you.

“(Y/N)…” Principal Weems said, with her usual elegant smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for Miss Thornhill to take me to Jericho, have you seen her?” You asked politely.

“Marilyn? Yes, I think she was in the conservatory, she seemed very busy,” she answered you smiling.

“Oh, fine, I'll wait,” you said, nodding.

“Oh, it's not necessary, (Y/N). I'm going to Jericho right now, let me take you,” she offered, taking the minivan keys out of her bag.

“Thanks but…” You said. Of course you didn't want to.

“I insist,” she told you, without giving you a chance to reply.

You got into her car, resigned, looking back in case you spotted the redhead somewhere. The sadness was present on your face.

“You are wearing a beautiful dress, (Y/N),” Larissa told you, breaking the tense silence. You looked at yourself and sighed.

“Thank you, Principal Weems.”

“I'm glad you get along so well with Marilyn, (Y/N). She is a good woman, and she is not valued enough in Nevermore,” she commented, causing more blush on your cheeks.

“Well… She has helped me a lot with my… problems…” You whispered, embarrassed.

“You two are very close. I love the relationship you have, like mother and daughter, right?”

You swallowed an expletive, but nodded smiling as best you could. That wasn't the kind of relationship you wanted, far from it.

Upon reaching the town, the sky unloaded its anger, causing large raindrops to fall to the ground. Larissa clumsily pulled out an umbrella and covered you with it, pointing at the Weathervane.

“Come on, (Y/N), to the cafeteria,” she told you, putting a hand on your back. The two of you entered the bar agitated.

“Have you gotten wet a lot?” She asked in a maternal tone. You shook your head. You weren't there. You were wondering where Marilyn was. “Come, I'm going to buy you a hot chocolate.”

Unable to escape from that situation, you sat at a table next to her. Of course she must feel sorry for you, since she was aware of all your horrible experiences.

“Thank you,” You said when they served you the chocolate. It was hot and it comforted you a bit. Through the window you only saw the raindrops that fell furiously on the ground. The chances of Marilyn showing up were getting slimmer.

You were about to pick up your phone to ask your friends where they were, when a drenched Marilyn burst into the cafeteria.

Larissa turned and waved politely at the redhead, who moved closer to her, looking at you with strange eyes.

“Marilyn, you've been caught in the rain from what I see,” Larissa said with her amused courtesy. Marilyn faked a smile, pointing to herself.

“I could hardly see the road,” she said, breathing hard.

Larissa glanced at her watch and slapped her hands on the table.

“You suit me very well, do you mind staying with (Y/N)? I don't want her to fool around by going out with that terrible rain.”

She nodded as Larissa rose, waving goodbye to you. When she left the cafeteria, her face hardened, sitting up almost angrily.

“Hi… Marilyn,” you said, your cheeks red again.

“Hello, (Y/N),” she said dryly, almost without looking directly at you. You knew right away that something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, leaving the cup of chocolate on the table. She sighed mockingly…she was upset, very upset about something.

“I've been waiting for you, (Y/N). You were not by the car,” she told you. There was not an ounce of sympathy in her eyes. You started to get even more nervous.

“I was waiting for you, but, but you didn't come and Larissa...”

“Of course, I should have imagined it, you preferred to come here with her,” she told you, accusing you of something you didn't know. You had to clear it up anyway.

“No, is not that. She saw me waiting for you and offered to take me,” you explained, feeling a familiar sting in your throat and an incipient moisture in your eyes.

“She offered to take you…” She repeated, indignant. “Tell me, (Y/N), what am I to you?”

You shook your head, not understanding anything.

“No, I don't understand…” You sobbed.

“Yes, you understand. I thought you liked being with me, spending time with me. I thought you had fun listening to songs and singing them with me in the car.”

“I, I like to do that…” You said nervously, unable to hold back your tears.

“Well, it doesn't seem like it. One day I take longer than usual and you change me for the first one that pass by,” she told you, harshly.

“No, that's not it... Really...” You said desperately. “I… I…”

“You what?” She asked mercilessly.

“I love you!” You screamed. Fortunately there were no people in the cafeteria. Marilyn's eyes widened but she didn't say anything, just opened her mouth, confused, blinking rapidly.

You didn't know where to go. The rain was intense but it was much better than explaining the meaning of your words, it was much better than accepting the truth. You took off running, feeling the familiar sensation of an incipient panic attack.

The rain soaked that dress, but so did your tears. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew you didn't have to stop running. You almost got hit by a car, you collided with several people, but you didn't stop in your cowardly escape.

You couldn't take it anymore, your forces failed you. You didn't know where you were, but you no longer saw houses or paved streets. You screamed heartbreakingly seeing your world collapse in a second.

“(Y/N)!” A voice shouted through the rain. Marilyn. You tried to run away again but she was faster, grabbing your wrist hard.

“Please, leave me alone, I want to be alone,” You said pulling your arm, trying to get out of her grip.

She pulled even harder, drawing you into her quickly. You couldn't react and you didn't want to. Marilyn kissed you on the lips. She kissed you passionately, desperately. The rain fell on you while your arms ran around her back, bringing her even closer to your body while the kisses did not stop.

“I'm crazy about you, (Y/N), and I haven't been nice to you… I just, I was just jealous and…”

You shut her up with more wild kisses. You could hardly breathe thinking that your wish was finally coming true. You would never underestimate a birthday wish again.

[best-jimmy-buffett-song]

Round 1 Schedule

Below are all the matchups scheduled for Round 1... I'll update this with links to each post as I get them posted.

GROUP D.2 NOW VOTING! (11/13/23)

Group A.1, starting 9/25/23

Peanut Butter Conspiracy vs It's My Job

Beach House on the Moon vs. Banana Wind

Come to the Moon vs Quietly Making Noise

A Mile High in Denver vs. I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever

Mañana vs. Take Another Road

It's Five O'clock Somewhere vs. Cheeseburger in Paradise

Treat Her Like a Lady vs. Mental Floss

Semi-True Story vs. Son of a Son of a Sailor

Group A.2, starting 10/2/23:

Brown Eyed Girl vs. Someday I Will

Little Miss Magic vs. In the Shelter

Volcano vs. Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitudes

Migration vs. Coast of Marseilles

Life is a Tire Swing vs Bama Breeze

Sailboat for Sale vs. Havana Day Dreaming

Boat Drinks vs. Nobody From Nowhere

Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling vs. Stranded on a Sandbar

Group B.1, starting 10/9/23:

Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit vs Savannah Fare You Well

The City vs. Gypsies in the Palace

Biloxi vs. I Will Play For Gumbo

Twelve Volt Man vs Overkill

Lucky Stars vs Knees of my Heart

Frenchman for the Night vs. My Heart Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don't Love Jesus

Slack Tide vs. Lovely Cruise

Who's That Blonde Stranger vs. Banana Republics

Group B.2, starting 10/16/23:

He Went to Paris vs. Bubbles Up

Nothing But a Breeze vs. Tonight I Just Need My Guitar

When Salome Plays the Drums vs. Stars Fell on Alabama

Growing Older But Not Up vs Why Don't we Get Drunk

Coastal Confessions vs Fins

Apocalypso vs. False Echoes

Nautical Wheelers vs. Southern Cross

Margaritaville vs. Oysters and Pearls

Group C.1, starting 10/23/23

Island vs. Only Time Will Tell

Changing Channels vs. Down at the Lah De Dah

Mademoiselle vs Coconut Telegraph

Livingston Saturday Night vs. The Weather is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful

Something so Feminine About a Mandolin vs Burn the Bridge

Coast of Carolina vs. Reggabilly Hill

Desdemona's Building a Rocketship vs. Mr. Spaceman

Barefoot Children vs. Flesh and Bone

Group C.2, starting 10/30/23:

We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About vs Ragtop Day

Pencil Thin Mustache vs. Fruitcakes

I Heard I was in Town vs Bring Back the Music

Delaney Talks to Statues vs A Pirate Looks at 40

Love in the Library vs Knee Deep

Sail on Sailor vs Tin Cup Chalice

Homemade Music vs Great Heart

Breathe in, Breathe out, Move on vs Pacing the Cage

Group D.1, starting 11/6/23

The Last Mango in Paris vs First Look

Six String Music vs God's Own Drunk

Tides vs Come Monday

Oldest Surfer on the Beach vs Jolly Mon Sing

No Plane on Sunday vs I Don't Know and I Don't Care

Wonder Why We Ever Go Home vs Cultural Infidel

Love and Luck vs Take it back

Steamer vs Caribbean Amphibian

Group D.2, starting 11/13/23:

Livingston's Gone to Texas vs Schoolboy Heart

One Particular Harbor vs The Christian

Ballad of Spider John vs Wings

Jamaica Mistaica vs Happily Ever After (Now and Then)

The Captain and the Kid vs Lone Palm

Slow Lane vs Vampires, Mummies, and the Holy Ghost

Death of an Unpopular Poet vs Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

Railroad Lady vs Pascagoula Run

[atomicladytimetravel]

How I Met Your (Step) Mother

Chapter Two: Happy Holidays

Chapter One

Summary: It’s the holidays and Joel and Peach are fighting their feelings.

Word Count: 1,403

Saturday December 22nd, 1990

“God Joel, do you think there’s enough liquor here?”

Peach was being sarcastic, of course. One whole section of Joel’s kitchen counter was covered in nothing but different kinds of alcohol. He was having a Christmas party; Peach had arrived early to give him a hand setting up.

“Better safe than sorry with Tommy coming and all,” he laughed. He put his hand on the small of her back as he moved past her and her body tingled.

“That’s…never happened before,” she thought to herself. She shook it off mentally, deciding it was because it had been a while since she’d been intimate with anyone.

“Sarah awake?” she asked hopefully. Joel had been off for the last few days and Peach hadn’t gotten to see her.

“No, she went down a few minutes before you got here,” he replied. He saw the look of disappointment on Peach’s face and gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry P, she was exhausted.”

“I just miss my girl, that’s all,” she pouted. Joel grinned. He appreciated how much Peach loved his daughter.

Guests started arriving a few minutes later. Soon, the house was full of people and the party was in full swing. Christmas music played softly in the background as old friends celebrated together. Peach was talking to a friend from high school when she caught sight of Joel talking to a woman in the kitchen. She looked a little older than them, maybe late twenties or early thirties. Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight, sleek ponytail and she wore a plain black dress. She looked more like she belonged at a board meeting instead of a Christmas party. When the woman touched Joel’s arm and giggled, Peach felt anger hot in her belly.

“You have been spending way too much time with Joel,” she thought and she downed the rest of her drink. She excused herself from her conversation to fill her glass again.

If anyone were to pay attention closely, they would notice that Tommy had been eyeing his ex-girlfriend throughout the night. Peach had always been something to look at, but since high school, her body had developed into that of a woman. She was curvier, more voluptuous. The red velvet dress she had chosen for the party stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves. When she went to the kitchen to pour herself another drink (even though she was already considerably tipsy) he followed her. He’d had enough alcohol to get bold and put his hands on her hips. Her head snapped to the side to see who was behind her and she relaxed when she realized who it was.

“What are you doing Tommy?” she asked quietly as he pressed a kiss to her neck. She made no effort to stop him; as a matter of fact, she leaned her head to the side a little so he would have better access. She was drunk and horny and she knew Tommy could get her off. Besides, he looked really good. He was wearing black slacks and a dark green button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had been working out and it was evident by the way the shirt hugged his muscles.

“You look hot tonight, Peach,” he replied in her ear, his breath on her skin sending a shiver down her spine. “Come have some fun with me.”

The sexual tension between the two of them was palpable. Wordlessly, Tommy took her hand and she let him lead her to the bathroom. Joel caught sight of them disappearing down the hall hand in hand and he felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy. The feeling didn’t last long and he chalked it up to being lonely on his first Christmas since Stephanie left. Tommy and Peach returned to the party about fifteen minutes later, stupid grins on their faces.

The party dwindled down at around midnight. Tommy and Peach stayed behind to help Joel clean - and to sober up before attempting to drive home. When the flat surfaces in Joel’s house were visible once more, they bid him good night and went to their respective homes.

New Year’s Day, 1991 (Tuesday)

Joel invited Tommy and Peach to have a New Year’s movie marathon at his house. He’d splurged a little with the Christmas bonus he was given and upgraded his entertainment setup a little. Joel had wanted them to come over the night prior so they could ring in the new year together, but Peach couldn’t pass up the opportunity to work the New Year’s Eve shift at the bar. She had made a killing in tips, as the bar had been full nearly to capacity.

When Peach and Tommy arrived, the trio settled on watching the Star Wars trilogy for the umpteenth time. A big bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table and the three of them took turns trying to keep Sarah’s little hands from snatching some of it.

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Peach was laid out on the couch between the brothers, her head on Joel’s lap and feet on Tommy’s. Sarah slept soundly on her chest. They were in the middle of The Empire Strikes Back when Joel surprised them with a question.

“So are you two back together?” he asked casually.

“Back together?” Peach questioned, craning her neck to look at him. “What makes you think that?”

“I saw you go off together at the Christmas party. I just assumed,” he shrugged. Peach rolled her eyes. Tommy laughed and shook his head.

“You ever heard of casual sex big brother?”

“Course I have,” Joel shot back. “I just didn’t know you two were having it.”

“We were drunk and horny,” Peach pointed out. “It just happened.”

“So you’re not getting back together?” Joel clarified.

“Right,” Peach and Tommy said in unison. Joel felt a sense of relief he couldn’t explain.

“What about you and that boring looking lady you were flirting with?” Peach countered.

“Diane?” Joel laughed. “She was flirting with me and I politely declined her advances because she is boring.”

“Who was she anyway?” Tommy asked. “I didn’t recognize her.”

“She works at the law firm where we’re doing some remodeling. She overheard me talking about the party to some of the guys and she invited herself,” Joel explained, rolling his eyes. “She stopped being interested when I told her about Sarah anyway.”

“Bitch,” Peach uttered under her breath. Joel looked at her, amused, but didn’t say anything. There was a few minutes of silence before Peach spoke again.

“Joel, will you play with my hair?” she asked.

“No, you’ll fall asleep.”

“Pleeease?” she whined. “I just need a little nap; I’m exhausted from my shift. I’ve seen this movie a hundred times.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. She smiled triumphantly and he smoothed his hand over her hair. He felt sort of a smug satisfaction that she asked him to put her to sleep versus Tommy. He shut himself down quickly, reminding himself that if her head had been in Tommy’s lap, she would’ve asked him.

“It doesn’t matter either way,” he thought to himself. “God Joel, stop acting like you love her or something.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair and scratched her scalp absentmindedly, his attention focused back on the movie. As he predicted, Peach was asleep within a matter of minutes. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched his best friend and his daughter sleeping peacefully.

Tommy glanced over at Joel and saw the look of pure adoration on his face as he looked at Peach and Sarah. The brothers made eye contact and Tommy gave him a look that said, “Oh, you so love her.”

Joel rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the screen. He so did not love her. How could he? She was his little brother’s ex-girlfriend. He’d know her for seven years and he’d never felt anything for her before.

That was just a lie he’d been telling himself since Tommy brought her home the first time. She was pretty and funny and they liked the same music. But Tommy saw her first and she was too young for him anyway. He was a junior and he had a cool car; there’s no way he would be caught dead with a freshman.

“Damn,” he thought to himself. “Maybe I’m screwed.”