#i love this hair so much i’m gonna bang my head against the wall

[simstoyourdismay]

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[sweetangelgirl7]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝜗𝜚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you're left stranded after a rough night under the lights with no one to turn to — except your old friend with benefits whom you haven't heard from in years.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: semi dom!matt x fem!reader, SMUT, plot, mentions of sexual harassment, adult language, unprotected creampie!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.7k!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hiii, first matt fic! i just re-watched zola and showgirls so i was inspired by those movies. on a more important note, i can’t believe all the love y’all have been showing for my page and my other works, i love you all SO so much 💋 also, didn’t proofread and let’s just pretend uber doesn’t exist in this. anyway, enjoy!

storming into the dressing room, the click of your eight inch stilettos echoed against the tiled floor. your manager trailed closely behind, both of you wearing expressions of irritation and frustration.

“c’mon, i can’t control everyone who walks through those doors and you know that.” your manager argued as you couldn’t help but ignore him and his empty promises. for the third consecutive week, you voiced your concerns about the ongoing harassment both you and the other girls were enduring.

smoke wafted through the room as you reached your locker. gripping the heart-shaped padlock, your calf muscles flexed as you balanced on one heel, struggling to remove the stiletto pleaser from your other foot.

“it’s bullshit, you never have our back out there” you shouted, the tension thick in the air as the other girls watched through the reflection of the hollywood mirrors, getting ready silently. the bass of the club speakers muffled through the walls as your manager lazily leaned against the lockers next to yours in silence. “i’m not gonna keep risking my safety for a couple bucks while you sit back and count your cut” you continued, finally kicking your heel off as you began to work on the other.

he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the lockers, defensively spreading his arms. “i can’t predict how these assholes are gonna act after a few drinks.” he argued unenthusiastically. “and besides, you knew what you signed up for.” he added as you stopped in your tracks.

“what i signed up for?” you turned to face him briefly as your eyes narrowed “i don’t remember ‘tolerating sexual harassment’ being in the fucking contract” you spat, fiddling with the combination before slamming your locker door open. you shoved your duffle bag out and tossed it onto the bench, throwing your heels inside as you pulled out your cover-ups.

your manager rolled his eyes, unsure how to respond to your statement “we pay you to dance, not complain” he retorted dismissively. “and trust me, there’s plenty of other girls who would kill to have your spot” he snapped, watching as you zipped up your jacket over your chest.

with your bag slung over your shoulder, you pulled the hood of your jacket over your hair and closed the locker with a bang. "they can have it” you yelled in his face as he stood there pathetically. you shoved past him, leaving him behind to face the silent stares in the mirrors.

“oh, fuck off!” your manager shouted after you, turning to head back out to the floor.

“fuck you!” you shot back, louder, letting the exit door slam shut behind you.

sitting down on the damp pavement, you wiped away the tears that had finally boiled over. resting against the wall, you sat at the back of the club as music continued to seep out of the building. immediately unlocking your phone, the brightness of the screen illuminated your face in the night, the light casting a revealing glow on your clenched jaw and watery eyes.

scrolling through your contacts, you tried nearly every other one. after six straight voicemails, you desperately scrolled through every name, almost making your way to the end of the alphabetized list. you finally reached M, reading over names that you haven’t heard from since high school, and some even longer ago.

Matthew Sturniolo, you read the name over in your head, looking at the screen through blurry vision and tear laden eyelashes. the last time you saw matt, he was between your thighs in the backseat of his car, years ago. shaking your head, you continued to scroll through the list, knowing no one would pick up at this hour.

scrolling back up, you found yourself lingering in the M section once more, your eyes pausing briefly over his name. you knew matt had always been a night owl, nearly staying up until the sun peeked through the blinds and sleeping in until the afternoon. hopefully, that hadn’t changed over these last few years.

hovering the pad of your thumb over his contact, you anxiously tugged at your bottom lip as you contemplated for a moment. you two were always friends before adding the benefits, after all. it wouldn’t be weird, right?

“fuck” you groaned, finally pressing on his number, you felt your stomach drop at the sound of the line ringing. holding the phone up to your ear, you pressed your finger over the other to drown out the music spilling from inside of the building.

you waited anxiously between each ring, your leg impulsively starting to shake beneath you. finally, the sound of the call connected as you held your breath, unsure of what to say after all this time.

“hello?” a voice echoed on the other end of the line. your head propped up as you wiped a tear away from beneath your eyes. “hey, matt” you cleared your throat and managed a smile while your leg continued to shake restlessly.

“what’s up? is everything alright?” his voice, tinged with a slight lisp from his invisalign, carried a concerned tone. you looked around the dark alleyway that you had hid in plenty of times before, sitting beneath the overhead light of the back door. “how’ve you been?” he asked after a small pause.

“i’ve been alright. how ‘bout you?” you asked as you pulled your legs closer to your chest, feeling the rough concrete scratch against your skin.

after a brief exchange, he finally interrupted, the same concern still evident in his voice. "is everything okay?" he asked again, as it was nearing two in the morning. although it had been years since you last talked, this time of night was usually when one of you would reach out to the other to come over, so the familiarity lingered.

“well, i’m calling because i have a really huge favor to ask” you whispered quietly, your voice trailing out. “ahhh” he laughed over the line, as you shook your head. “not that kind of favor, matthew” you smiled, aimlessly tugging at the fabric of your clothes while you spoke.

“i just had to leave work and no one’s answering my calls. i was just wondering if you would possibly be able to come pick me up?” your voice lifted, desperate for just one positive response

“if not, i totally understand though.” you added, breaking the silence that followed your question. you heard him shift around on the other end, a quiet gulp came through the speaker as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“yeah, for sure, send me your location. are you alright?” he asked with urgency as you rolled your head back against the brick wall in relief, closing your eyes. “yeah, everything’s fine.” you cleared your throat once more. “i’ll send you a pin, thank you so much, matt.” you thanked him generously, before hanging up the phone.

be there in fifteen.

you glanced at the notification appearing on your screen, a smile spreading on your lips at the words. you were relieved to finally just go home, but also excited to see matt after so many years.

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you sat on the stoop of the doorway with the hood of your jacket still covering your hair as bright head lights finally cut through the dark alley. standing to your feet, you watched as matt pulled up to the back door. taking the handle between your fingers, you waited for him to unlock the car before slipping inside as you were hit with the subtle smell of his cologne, triggering a wave of forgotten memories.

attempting to smooth over the years that turned you into strangers, you put on your warm customer service persona to ease through the potential awkwardness. “hey” you greeted with a smile, settling into the passenger seat and taking in matt's appearance. he had clearly matured over the years. while he had obviously been a good looking boy back in high school, this was a different matthew altogether now.

his hair was much longer, brown curls brushing over his eyes instead of being pushed out of his face, as they used to be. in the glow of the overhead lights, you noticed the stubble beginning to form a scruffy beard, framing his jawline. your eyes flickered down his shoulder, scanning over the arm full of tattoos on display out from beneath the black short sleeve he was wearing.

“what’s up kid” he greeted as your eyes snapped back up to his, a smirk playing on his lips. “look who came running back” he joked, immediately breaking the tension as you pulled the seatbelt over your chest. “oh shut up” you rolled your eyes as he laughed out, gripping the stick shift between his hand. the overhead light dimmed out as he shifted gears to put the car in drive again.

“in all seriousness, thank you so much again, you’re a life saver.” you couldn’t stop thanking him, as you were starting to think no one else would bother to pick up the phone, let alone an old fling you haven’t spoken to in years.

“no worries, as long as you get home safe.” he replied. warmth rushed to your chest at his concern, as he clearly was the only one who truly cared about your safety all night.

he began to drive out of the dark alley, passing by the night life spilling out from the clubs lining the street. every now and then you gave him directions to get to your apartment, leaving you two in the silence of his music between every sentence.

“i didn’t know you worked at showgirls” he broke the silence after a few minutes, glancing over at you as he spoke. he rested one hand on his lap, gripping the steering wheel with his left. you forced a laugh, nodding your head as you looked over at him leaned back in the driver’s seat. your eyes tracing the tattoos on his arm illuminated by passing freeway lights. you studied his face, searching for the right words to reply "yeah, i’ve been dancing there for a few months now. livin’ the dream, i guess," you joked half-heartedly, another laugh escaping your lips.

he chuckled softly, furrowing his eyebrows as he glanced at you before returning his attention to the road. "what do you mean?" he asked sincerely. you shook your head, glancing out at the downtown skyline wrapped around both sides of the freeway.

“let’s just say the customers aren’t exactly stand-up guys” you choked over your words, clearing your throat as you tried not to let yourself get flustered from the night you just had.

matt shook his head as you heard his grip on the leather steering wheel get tighter, his fingers wrapping tensely around it. "sorry ‘bout that. i shouldn't have asked" he said quietly, his free hand hovering near your thigh before gripping the stick shift instead.

“no, it’s okay” you mumbled. “go ahead and take the exit right here” you sat up, pointing to the right as he followed your instructions.

pulling into an empty spot in front of your apartment, you started to unbuckle your seat belt before turning to face him, your hood still shadowing your face. "thank you, matt. i know i keep saying it but i seriously can’t thank you enough" you joked, as he shifted the car into park.

he chuckled at your sincerity, shaking his head. "don't mention it, really" he reassured, now shifting his gaze to you as his eyes scanned your face.

you adjusted in your seat to pull your bag over your shoulder, taking the door handle beneath your fingers before stopping to look at him again, genuinely contemplating what you were about to say next.

“hey, would you wanna come inside for a little? just to properly catch up?” you asked, meeting his gaze as he was already staring at you. his eyebrows raised slightly as he hesitated, letting a laugh roll off of his lips. “i’d love to come inside” he mumbled as a grin twisted farther up his lips while you laughed quietly at the purposeful ambiguity behind his words. “get your mind out of the gutter.” you muttered through a laugh.

“y’know what, don’t worry. it’s so late, i’m sure you’re tired.” you shook your head before turning back to the door.

“no” he cut you off, adjusting his hair between his fingers and twisting the keys out of the ignition. "i'm kidding. i was just gonna go home and get back on the game anyways" he reassured, quickly unbuckling his seat belt.

finally stepping out of the car, you walked up the steps towards your apartment with him following closely behind.

pushing open your door, you let matt follow inside before closing it behind him. he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, scanning the apartment that was decorated exactly as he had expected.

“make yourself at home” you smiled, looking over at him to soothe the tension as he stood in his place. he nodded his head, sitting down on the end of your couch, spreading his arms out across the back.

“do you want anything to drink?” you asked, placing your bag down on the counter as you walked around to the kitchen to grab yourself something. “i’m alright, thanks” he replied, still looking at the belongings that decorated your living room.

pulling the hood from over your head, matt stared as you walked in his direction, finally taking in all of your features. you always looked so goddamn perfect, even with the tear stains that slightly smudged your makeup now. although, he hadn't noticed, just as he'd never noticed any of the flaws you used to criticize yourself for back in high school.

sitting down on the other end of the couch, you adjusted your jacket and pulled your shorts down, to conceal any sign of your stage outfit as if he hadn’t seen almost every inch of your body beforehand.

you smiled at him looking back at you, as you finally scanned over his face in the light. “what?” he chuckled nervously at your silence, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“look at you, you’re all grown up” you cooed sarcastically. he smiled before crossing his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “i’m like nine months older than you kid” he teased with a grin. laughing at his comment, you inched closer on the couch as you found comfort in his presence.

“i mean you look handsome, matthew” you complimented him to ease the silence. “you do too” he followed his words before shaking his head “not handsome, but pretty" he quickly corrected himself, stumbling over his statement as you laughed. "I know what you meant, thank you” you smiled, acknowledging that your presence somehow made him nervous behind that ego all over again.

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you two continued to sit and reminisce on the couch for some time, laughing over old memories and catching up as both of you began to loosen up as if nothing had ever changed.

“hey i know you’re driving, but would you want to stay and have a drink or anything? you could sleep in the guest room, if you want.” you offered, as the two of you had moved closer on the couch throughout the night, slowly closing the gap between you. “sleepover?” you gushed sarcastically, raising your eyebrows.

he thought for a moment before shaking his head “nah, it’s alright, i don’t wanna make it weird or anything” he laughed, looking down at his hands.

“no, it wouldn’t be weird! we could get breakfast or something in the morning too, if you’re free.” you smiled, standing to your feet to walk towards the kitchen.

you hadn’t noticed your cloth shorts creeping their way up your body, as you two had talked, now exposing the creases between your ass and thighs as you walked.

matt looked you over as you had your back turned to him, his eyes making their way down your body and across your ass as you leaned over the kitchen counter. god, everything down to the way you walked drove him crazy. he felt his eyes widen as his heart started to race, the blood in his veins now working it’s way down somewhere else.

“yeah, why not” he choked over his words, trying to speak over the knot starting to form in his throat. he found himself struggling to concentrate on your voice now drowning out in his head.

he felt the blood quickly rush to his cock as it stiffened beneath his sweats. adjusting in his seat, he tried to tuck himself beneath the waistband of his pants as your back was still turned to him. he looked around your couch for pillows, as they all had conveniently been moved to the other side. “fuck” he muttered beneath his breath as his leg began to shake anxiously, hoping either you wouldn’t notice the bulge in his waistband or it would somehow subside in the next few seconds.

“what was that?” you asked, turning to face him now with a stirred drink in one hand and a beer in the other. immediately your eyes shifted down to the tent in his sweats before quickly shooting back up to his face, hoping he didn’t notice the shift in your gaze.

sitting on the couch, you placed his drink down on the coffee table before looking him over again. you couldn’t help but quickly sneak a peek down at the bulge once more behind the martini glass on your lips.

“i still got it, i guess” you laughed against the glass, not being able to contain your smart comments as matt had been shooting them back and forth with you all night, taking a sip while looking back up at him. matt shook his head, letting a laugh escape as his head rolled back on the couch, his arms now crossed over his chest while he hissed through his teeth at your words.

“still got it i guess” he mocked your tone, sneering a smile at you as he adjusted the bulge beneath his sweats. shifting his gaze to you, he pushed his crossed arms farther up his chest with a shrug “why don’t you come show me, then?” he teased before raising his eyebrows.

you also raised your eyebrows at his words, placing your martini glass on the coffee table as you sat back to fully look at him in disbelief. “did you really just sit here and play the long game with me this whole time?” you scorned, shaking your head while letting a laugh roll off your lips.

he chuckled quietly, taking your ankle between his hand as he gently tugged your body towards him. “just c’mere already” he joked as you shook your head before adjusting yourself, digging your knees into the couch to crawl over onto matt’s lap. you straddled his legs between yours as you squeezed his shoulders beneath the palms of your hands. his hands naturally moved up your thighs to caress your legs, the metal of his rings sending chills over your skin beneath them as he looked up at you with the grin that had been painted on his lips nearly all night.

you trailed your fingers over his shoulder and down his left arm, tracing the tattoos scattered over his skin. your eyes worked over them as a smile pulled at your lips “i can’t believe you, probably had this on your mind all night” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you couldn’t help but laugh at his efforts. “shhh” he groaned, moving his hand up to grab your jaw as he pulled your lips into his.

he pressed the pad of his thumb into your cheek as you let your eyes close, trailing your hands up to either side of his face to reciprocate the warm kiss. both of you had definitely brushed up on kissing, as evidently you two weren’t dumb teenagers making out in the back of his car anymore.

“matt” you groaned against his lips as he continued to move with yours. “hm?” he hummed out, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, not bothering to stop as neither of you could pull away.

“we shouldn’t” you whispered, finally gathering the strength to break from the kiss as you scanned over his features. caressing his face, your thumbs traced down across the stubble framing his jaw to rub over his earrings, your gaze still lingering over his hungry eyes.

"shhh, sweetheart," he mumbled, almost pained, shaking his head as he tried to press his lips against yours to gently quiet you once more. you shook your head, pulling back to push off his chest, gazing down at him.

“strip for me like you do on that little stage, yeah?” matt groaned, tilting his head back as he briefly swiped his tongue flat against his top teeth, looking at you with nothing but lust glossing over his eyes.

at this point, you couldn’t deny him and his efforts anymore as the mere sound of his voice had you over the edge. leaning back on his lap, you reached your hand up to press your fingers over the zipper of your jacket before slowly pulling it down over your chest. you tugged the fabric off, letting it roll down your shoulders as it hit the floor. beneath your sweater, you were wearing a tiny red triangle bikini that barely covered your nipples poking through the fabric.

matt’s eyes trailed down to your chest as you took the bottom of the bikini top between your fingers, pulling it up over your chest as your perky tits tugged out beneath the material. tossing it on the couch, your hands made their way back around the sides of his neck as you looked down at him. he took in every inch of your body like he hadn’t already memorized it perfectly, trailing his fingers up the sides of your torso. he leaned forward, pressing a kiss between your chest as your fingers locked in his messy brown hair.

he peppered kisses over your chest, finally taking your nipple between his lips. you let a soft moan escape as your head gently rolled back. “matt” you moaned quietly, tugging at his hair. he swirled his tongue around your nipple as you leaned into his mouth, your hand moving up to the back of his head. you lowered yourself on his lap to brush over his dick pulsating beneath his sweats, slowly grinding your hips into his bulge.

matt trailed his hand up your exposed back, gripping the back of your neck between his fingers again as his forearm pulled your body closer to his lips. you continued to tug at the hair between your hands, closing your eyes at the tender feeling while you rode out the nerves twitching in your core against his lap.

“goddamn kid — you’re gonna make me cum if you keep fuckin’ rubbing on me like that.” he groaned against your chest, your nipple still between his lips as his dick was growing sensitive to the feeling of you grinding against him over his sweats.

“then do something about it, pretty boy” you giggled softly while he raised his eyebrows, his lips twisting up into a smirk as he took your words as a challenge. grazing his teeth over your nipple, he gently bit down while you hissed through the nearly painful sensitive feeling.

“yeah, s’what i thought” he groaned out beneath a laugh as you looked down at him, tugging his hair between your fingers. matt’s eyes trailed up your chest and fixed on yours, smiling at your face flustered from the heat.

“pretty girl” he mumbled, as he trailed kisses up your neck while you tilted your head to side to give him further access. your fingers were locked in his hair as you pressed yourself into his mouth, nearing your earlobe. “remind me how pretty you always looked sittin’ on my dick” he groaned hungrily into your ear, his hand still wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you closer to his chest.

you felt your blush deepen at his words, letting a soft moan escape past your lips as he dug his teeth into your neck, gently sucking on the skin between his lips. you nodded your head pathetically, as you tried to pull away from his arms wrapped around your body.

eventually slipping from his hold, you pushed yourself off his lap to stand to your feet between his spread knees on the couch. taking your shorts between your fingers, you tugged the fabric down to reveal a matching red thong pulled above your hips. matt briefly caught his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned over your body, a mix of arousal and irritation at the thought of other men seeing you like this. he shifted his elbows forward on his knees that bounced bitterly beneath his weight to trail his hands up the back of your thighs, looking up at you from his seat.

you couldn’t overlook the jealousy flickering in his eyes. after all this time, the thought of you with someone else, let alone dancing for hundreds of other men, tightened that same jealousy in his jaw.

“something wrong?” you teased, looking down at matt as his gaze was still fixed on you. he pursed his lips, trailing his hands up the back of your legs and over your hips as he hooked his fingers around the thin waistband of your panties. “nah” he plastered a smirk on his face, “just forgetting these” he mumbled, tugging the skimpy material down past your thighs and onto the wooden floorboards.

he pulled your body closer between his legs as you crouched down on your knees, the smirk twisting farther up his lips at the sight of you kneeling in front of him.

“alright, don’t get too excited” you mumbled through a laugh, reaching forward to help him pull his sweats down over his ankles. matt rolled his head back with a laugh as his dick strained against his the red waistband of boxers before you could pull them down. his cock flung upwards as he took the base between his hand, his eyes looking down at you.

“c’mere and show me how flexible you really are” he groaned, reaching forward to pull you onto his lap with his free hand as you straddled his legs. pulling up at the ends of his shirt, he finally pulled it over his head before tossing it on the couch. hovering on your knees, matt cupped his hand out beneath your mouth to let you trail a puddle of spit between his fingertips. “good girl” he groaned quietly, reaching down to pump his wet fingers over his length as he lined himself up with your entrance.

taking the silver chain on his chest between your fingers, you trailed your hand up to his shoulder for leverage. squeezing at his skin beneath your palms, you slowly pushed yourself down on his cock as matt gently pushed his hips up, immediately hissing at the feeling.

“fuck — i missed that” he groaned out as you slowly sat back on your heels, taking in every inch of him on the way down. you let a soft moan out as your walls swallowed his cock, now bottoming out completely. the instant warmth nearly made him orgasm, right then and there.

his hands wrapped tightly around your ass, guiding you back up his length once again as he squeezed your skin.

“my god, you feel so good” you moaned quietly under your breath, not wanting to stroke his ego even more as you began to move up on his dick again. “yeah?” matt questioned, as you nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you began to ride him. you started slow, taking every inch of him on your way down as he pushed his hips up to mirror your actions, his balls pushing against your folds.

“fuck just like that” matt let a drawn out moan escape past his lips, his head continually rolling back at the feeling. you adjusted yourself on the heels of your feet as you picked up your pace. wrapping your arms above his shoulders, you felt the pressure growing tight in your stomach as you leaned forward to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

the sound of your whines only turned matt on more, if that was even possible, as he sat up and slid his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck between his fingers again. he bucked his hips up between strokes, pulling you down on his cock to take fully control.

“oh my god” you whimpered out now, your back arching farther into his chest as he pounded into you. “matt” you moaned, moving up and down on his cock as you pulled back to look at him. you couldn’t close your lips at the feeling of him pumping in and out of you, as moans rolled off your tongue left and right.

“that feels s-so good, baby” you stuttered as his motions left your jaw slack. he watched you bounce on his dick, nodding at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as he focused on you. “yeah?” he asked again, teasingly, although your positions had completely switched this time around.

“mhm” you squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your head back as he fucked you from beneath your weight. your hips moved in motion with his, pushing yourself down as he bucked himself up into your pussy.

you looked down at him again as he tightened his grip around your neck. tugging a handful of his damp curls between your fingers as you felt the pressure continuing to build. “right there, baby, keep takin’ my dick like that.” he groaned, now talking you through it despite the immense pleasure rushing over him. feeling weak, you rested against his chest again, still moving your ass up and down as the sound of your moans and skin slapping against each other muffled through the walls.

“you feel so good” you couldn’t stop whining those same words, over and over, as matt seemingly fucked all of your common sense away, forgetting that you had neighbors living on the other sides of your apartment walls.

“shhh, baby, i know” matt groaned, moving his hand from your ass to pull your jaw towards his face, silencing your pornographic moans by crashing your lips to his while he continued to pound into you. you grabbed either sides of his face to retaliate the kiss, suppressing the sound of your groans against each other.

“you like when all those guys have their fuckin’ hands all over you like this?” matt groaned out, now angrily, pushing his hips up into your core harder as you felt your eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling. you stumbled in attempts to shake your head as he pulled back to look at you taking him.

“say it” he spat as his eyelids hung low, bucking his hips up harder, causing you to shake your head once more as you stuttered through your words. “n-no” you moaned out, your body still adjusting to the blows that your cervix was currently taking.

matt trailed his hands down around your waist before wrapping both of his arms tightly around your body as the tension caused his muscles to flex through his biceps. his strokes constantly hitting deep and hard as you dug your nails into his shoulders. the feeling of your acrylics piercing into his skin caused his smirk to quirk up farther, his bottom lip parted open as pure possessive filth muttered out.

you had never seen matt this jealous, as he was clearly fucking you through the envy and desire. his arms nearly crushed you between his hold as you lazily rode him while he did most of the work. his eyes scanned hypnotically over your face painted in a nearly painful euphoria as he watched you bounce on his cock.

“they don’t fuck you like i do, huh?” he groaned egotistically, already knowing the answer, as he held your body, pulling your weight up and down on his cock straining between your walls. your head rolled forward to lay against his chest as you tried to speak — to moan out a single word while fighting the urge to finish as he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. you managed to shake your head again as your eyes squeezed shut.

“answer me” he hissed while your body grew weak as you felt an orgasm building in your core, stuttering out the words. “n-no baby” you managed to mumble out as your nails abruptly gripped into his skin one last time.

“matt” you finally let yourself go, moaning out practically loud enough for the entire apartment building to know his name as your head rolled back. the orgasm washed over your body as your senses peaked, your nails burying farther into his skin as you rode out the high.

his eyes grew darker as he watched you reach your climax, his eyebrows furrowing as he continued to fuck you through it. “good girl” he drawled out amidst a groan, as the sight of him fucking you over the edge alone was making him inch closer to his own climax.

“fuck” he breathed out repeatedly while his arms wrapped tighter than ever around your body as he squeezed you through his orgasm. matt’s head rolled back on the couch, feeling his dick twitch inside as he filled you up, emptying every drop left as he came inside, just like he had promised a few hours before.

you dropped your nearly lifeless body against his chest while wrapping your arms around his neck, laying your head on his shoulder. both of you tried to catch your breath as his hand trailed up your exposed back, caressing your skin up and down to ease through the exhaustion.

pulling out, matt winced at the sensitivity as his cock fell limp against his leg. your head was still buried in his neck while you two sat in silence for a moment, your fingers aimlessly trailing through the hair at the nape of his neck while you dumbfoundedly searched for the words to speak.

“can i come pick you up tomorrow night too?” he teased quietly, his fingers still tracing up your back as you rolled your eyes beneath him. “oh shut up."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hope y’all enjoyed it! i kinda hate the second half oops — i started out really strong but i had this draft sitting in my notes for weeks and i basically forced myself to finally finish it. i definitely wanna make a part two though 🤭 hope i did the matt girls justice fr 💌 for now here’s my tiny lil’ taglist

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[neuvistar]

LUST WITHIN.

— featuring ┊jing yuan, dan heng, gepard x f!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: pregnancy sex, mentions of pregnancy, not proofread, they’re so gentle w u foreals! somewhat!, slight titsucking oop, dirty talk, slight slightttt vaginal fingering, u were just feeling a lil horny guys dw abt it, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊hihi! i had like a few brain farts n i was working on like 3 fics at the same time that wasn’t a good idea but well i was half asleep while writing this so it’s kinda messy + i still have a lot of drafts so some requests might come in late whoopsies pls b patient

✦ JING YUAN

“i’m gonna get you pregnant, sweetheart.”

you stared at him in disbelief, eyes travelling down to your huge belly and then back to his gaze, tilting your head. “.. but i’m already—“

“twins, angel. i’ll give you twins.”

jing yuan tried his hardest to hold himself back, he loved just how sensitive you were.. squirming underneath him as you flinched at the most slightest touch from him, the tips of his fingers running up your back as you felt your legs shake every slam of his hips. you gasped at the feeling of his thrusts gently rubbing against your walls, careful not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. you were desperate for him, he knew that. jing yuan kept your knees pinned on the mattress licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of your drenched cunt, savouring in the feeling of your insides pulsing around him. a white ring was glazed around his cock, not wasting any time to interest two fingers inside.

“yeah.. you like it when i fuck you like this, angel? look at you.. you’re creamin’ all over my cock sweetheart..” he was absolutely drenched in sweat, his bangs sticking to his face as he pushed your hair away from your face. “let me see you, dove. let me see just how well i fuck you.” your pussy throbbed at his words, choked moans leaving your throat as you could almost feel every inch of his dick inside of you. he was so careful with you.. the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every thrust he gave you, deep and loving. jing yuan brought a hand to your belly, gently smoothing the fabric over it as his thumb drifted over your belly button. “m’ gonna give you another, dove. this pretty pussy is too good for me to waste just like that, right?”

he grunted as your cunt clenched around him again, feeling your warmness around him. he absolutely lost it, groaning once more before picking up the speed of his thrusts, bringing his large hand to squeeze your throat, the other finding itself on your waist. “fuck.. good, good girl. such a good girl baby.. takin’ my cock so well.” his touch.. drove you absolutely crazy. you were pregnant, you were a lot more sensitive than usual and that didn’t make it any better.. your mouth hung open in pleasure, you were losing your mind over how much pleasure your dearest husband was giving you. at this point, he might ruin you instead of giving you another baby.

✦ DAN HENG

honestly dan heng refused to the idea at first, not because he didn’t want to but instead he didn’t want to cause you any discomfort, he didn’t want to hurt you. but how could he say no to you when you’re tugging at his clothes like that, eyes filled with lust begging for him to fuck you.. cute little nipples poking out of your shirt as they rubbed against his arm. fuck. he really couldn’t say no to you. dan heng rammed his hips against yours, what were you doing to him? he was getting desperate, desperate at the thought of filling you up once more. once you clenched around him for the first time, he almost came immediately. he really can’t restrain himself whenever he’s with you, determined to fill you up with his load until he was absolutely sure you would bear another child.

your entire body throbbed with the immense heat and lust, each whimper that left your lips were like music to his ears, he wanted more. he wanted to hear you cry out his name. a low breathy sigh erupted from his throat, his lips now on your neck, kissing and nibbling roughly as his kisses on your neck were filled with lust and heat you hadn’t felt in so long. you inhaled sharply, running your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently. you arched your back slightly at how deep he was inside your cunt, stretching you out more than he should. “d—dan heng.. s’ good..” you were nearing your orgasm, yanking his hair more roughly now. he caressed your stomach ever so gently with his palm, a string of saliva following his lips, connected from your neck marking you just where he wanted.

his fingers sink onto the flesh of your hips, kissing the shell of your ear as he came, his cum painting your cunt white. the overwhelming pleasure was flowing through every part of your body, but you still.. wanted more than you got. dan heng watches your his cum leave your pussy, curling his fingers inside your cunt as he still kept himself inside you, thrusting his hips against yours again as an attempt to shove his load back inside. he couldn’t help but chuckle. “sorry, it was about to make a huge mess. can’t be having that now, can we?”

✦ GEPARD

gepard had his hands on your overstimulated breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of it. he prayed to every star in the sky, thanking every single one, thanking them for letting him marry such a beautiful woman like you. just look at you, all laid out on the bed with your huge belly there for him to see.. wet cunt displayed for him as well, his cum making a huge mess on the mattress. gepard sucked on your sensitive nipples, the warmth of his mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, cumming yourself as it added to the mess on the mattress. he knew how to make you feel good, he knew just how to pinpoint your weak spots. he sucked and lapped at your nipple, then did the same to the other. he brought his hand down to fuck you with his fingers, plunging his digits into your drooling wet cunt as he curled it almost immediately, thrusting into the sweetest spots inside. “you’re incredible princess,” he mumbled against your skin, licking his lips. “you’ll have me wrapped around your finger at this rate.”

that was all that left his mouth before giving your lips a quick peck as he grabbed your hips, pounding into you until the tip reached and brushed against your deepest areas, a red hue on his cheeks as his hands spreads the fat of your ass, throwing his head back at how good you felt. you felt as if you were already so so full, his huge cock brushed against the sweetest areas as gepard fucks you deep, deep as ever. the blonde could feel just how tight your walls clenched around him each gentle pound, gripping your hips and angled your body a certain angle. your nails scratched against his back. the bed creaked as he hissed, teeth clenched as a few swear words slipped from his lips. he intertwined his fingers with yours, his panting increasing as his chest heaved up and down burying his face in your shoulder, a loud yet cute moan leaving his lips. “you feel so good princess.. mm.. you want another baby? i’ll.. i’ll give you one. i’m sure of it..—“

oh yeah. gepard is most definitely gonna give you another baby.

[linos-luna]

Can you do yandere bang chan when y/n wanna break up with him? Pleaseeeeee🥹🙏

Also, i LOVE your posts! I hope you don't give up :)))) Good luck! ^-^

Funny I have 2 requests for this 😅

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Break Up 🔪

Yandere!Psycho!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, obsessive behavior, pain

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“Chan… I can’t do this anymore.” You said with a sigh.

“Excuse me?” He said, obviously confused.

“We need to break up!”

“Y/n—”

“No, you’re too possessive!” You interrupted. “Never let me go anywhere or do anything!”

This man practically kept you inside all the time. He was obsessed with you and wouldn’t let you hang out with anyone he didn’t like, which was almost everyone. You couldn’t handle it anymore. He promised to change multiple times but he never really did.

“Babygirl…” Chan said with a small laugh. “You can’t just leave…”

“Chan—…”

“Silly girl.” He laughed while grabbing your arm. “You’re so funny!”

“Stop it!” You said while trying to pull away but he had a tight grip. “You’re scaring me!”

“Oh, I’m scary?!” He said with a smile while tilting his head to make eye contact. He took you to the living room and pulled you close. “You’re not going anywhere, babygirl. Please, you haven’t even had a taste of my true love for you.”

You were unsettled by his attitude and tried moving your head away when he tried kissing you, making him squeeze your wrist.

“Not gonna kiss me?”

“Chan stop!” You cried as he held on tight.

“No? Too bad” he pouted and dramatically sighed when suddenly and painfully twisting your arm behind you.

You screamed at the pain, unable to move as he held on tight

“Stop! Stop!” You sobbed as he pushed you against the wall. “Chris, it hurts!!”

“It hurts when you try leaving me.” He said while twisting more, causing you to cry out. “And now you know how it feels when you refuse my kisses.”

You screamed as you were reaching an incredibly painful point where you’re sure your arm was about to break.

“Maybe I should break it.” He chuckled. “Should I break it, babygirl? Hm? Break it? Your cute little arm?”

“No! No!!” You cried, desperately shaking your haad.

“Break it?”

“No!” You screamed. “I’m sorry! Chris, I’m sorry!!”

“What’d you say? You’re what?”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I’m sorry!!!” You pleaded with a face full of tears.

He paused his actions and smiled, clearly amused.

“You’re not leaving, correct?”

“I’m not leaving! Not leaving! No!” You replied quickly.

“Aw. I knew you wouldn’t.” He said while letting go and you instantly hugged him.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You cried into his chest while shaking.

“I know you are” the man chuckled, pulling your hair to have you look at him. He gave you a kiss on the lips then on your cheeks where your salty tears were.

He gave you a hug, getting close to your ear.

“Don’t you ever say some stupid shit like that again….” He said in a serious tone. “I’m not afraid to break your pretty little bones…”

You whimpered as he let go of you.

What was wrong with him? Sure he’s always been obsessive and weird but now he seemed unhinged, Smiling and laughing at your pain. This was different. He’s very much different now…

[eds6ngel]

hey! could you do a dom!robin x fem!reader where its sort of rough smut but really sweet aftercare? tysm <33

hi, babes !! of course i can <33 i did a lil blurb for you. hope that's okay ♡

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. gn!reader strap-on use (r receiving.) dirty talk. hair pulling. r's wrists are bound using rope. orgasms. established relationship. pet names (baby, honey, lovely.) r feels dizzy. post-orgasm pain. mention of traffic light system. food mentions. fluff at the end!! [0.9k].

On all fours, Robin was using all of her strength to pound into you from behind. With your hands tied in front of you with a piece of red ribbon, your ass was imprinted with Robin’s hand marks, the same hand now being used to grip onto your hair as the silicone cock grazed in and out of your pussy walls.

“Take it. Fuckin’ take it, baby.”

Your mind was spinning, eyes rolling to the back of your head as all that escaped your throat was the high-pitched sounds of “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Baby, I-I can’t take it much longer—”

Robin knew that if you felt uncomfortable in any way, you would simply use your safe word. Whatever you were saying in the moment was an attempt to rile her up even further.

She leans over you, letting go of your hair to whisper into your ear, “Aw, is my poor baby gonna cum for me? Gonna gush around my cock?”

“Y-Yes, Robbie! Gonna cum so hard for you.”

She’s practically pounding directly into your cervix, desperately rutting into you so you can unleash that sweet, sweet release.

And before long, your walls are clamping down hard on the toy, mouth hung open as you scream through your orgasm. Robin continues up the pace, your hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheet where they are bound together.

As she feels your screeches calm, her thrusts slow, before eventually coming all the way to a stop. The sounds of your panting breaths are filling the four corners of her bedroom.

“You doin’ okay, baby?” she asks softly, laying a few kisses on your shoulder. “Same colour all the way through?”

You nod and gulp, “Yeah. That was amazing, Robs. Thank you.”

She kisses the back of your neck, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Whimpering, she pulls the toy out of your hole and steps out of the harness, throwing it to the end of the bed to be cleaned later.

You attempt to lift yourself up so she can un-tie the rope, but a sudden wooziness strikes you, “Oh, fuck…”

“Honey, you okay?”

Your head feels spaced out. The sudden movement made you realise that maybe you weren’t entirely okay like the previous times you had gone to town like this.

“Feel dizzy.”

Robin’s attention is immediately alerted. She instantly removes the rope from your bound wrists, you stretching them now that you are able to, and she carefully guides you up into a seated position.

“Easy, baby. Nice and slow.”

The upright position feels a lot better in terms of relaxation for the body, but your mind is still not quite there. You gently hold onto your head and lean it completely against the headboard.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and a snack, okay?”

You nod weakly, Robin pulling back the covers so that you could get some air as she quickly ran off into the kitchen.

Loud banging and clattering could be heard off in the distance as you tried your best not to laugh, massaging your temples, trying to focus on the situation at hand.

After a few minutes, she returns with a glass full of water and an unopened packet of Skittles.

“Have a drink first,” she instructs, holding the clear glass up to your dry lips as you take a couple of sips, knowing that gulping it down would not be a smart idea.

“Okay, and now eat some of these. I’ll leave the water next to you on the side so you can take a sip whenever you need to, baby, okay?”

“Thanks, Robs,” you weakly smile, tucking into the colourful treat.

You were so thankful for your girlfriend. She made sure to give you some distance, taking care of washing the strap and cleansing it as you got your body back to regularity.

After putting the toy back into its rightful place, she opened up her bedroom windows, putting them on latch as she came back next to you, lying her body at a reasonable distance from yours.

“How you feelin’ now, baby?” she asks sweetly.

You hum, “Not 100% quite yet. The water made me feel slightly better, but I think I’ll need to eat more of these first.”

“Of course,” she nods, fiddling with her thumbs, “I’ll go easier on you next time, okay? I don’t want you to get like this again. I’m sorry that I was too rough.”

You shake your head profusely, “Baby, no. It wasn’t your fault at all. It’s been a few hours since we have eaten dinner, so I’m probably just feeling like this as I have no food in my stomach.”

“’Kay…”

You take note on how she still seems unsure with herself. You softly place your hand on top of hers, balancing the Skittles packet between your legs, “Please don’t think it’s your fault. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want you to fuck me like that again. Because trust me…” you sigh dreamily, “I definitely do.”

She purses her lips, before finally making eye contact with you, “Okay… Maybe you should just eat something beforehand first.”

“I agree,” you smile tenderly.

Robin equals your grin, “Can I cuddle you now? I’m feeling pretty touch-starved over here.”

You open your arms with a cheesy grin, “C’mere, lovely.”

And with that, you and Robin are snuggled up in one another’s arms, sharing the Skittles that your legs have got secured, feeding each other the chocolate snacks. The perfect way to end a night.

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian @agenderrat

[porcalinecunt]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

✟ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

✟ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — needy!chifuyu, wall sex, overstimulation, sound kink, creampie, a bit of begging.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ i was a bit down horrendous for chifuyu, my baby <3 this is based off of a personal hc that chifuyu is a needy bf who can’t stand being away from his s/o! anyways, enjoy this quick drabble 🤍

You were so cute.

Your legs dangled off of Chifuyu’s hips, unable to hang on any longer. Your inner thighs burned from rubbing against the rough material of his pants, along with his cock deep inside your cunt.

Even after two rounds, your ‘Fuyu still couldn’t get enough of his sweet girlfriend. Before, he was pawing at your mini skirt, desperately trying to pry them off. He was so so impatient, that he didn’t even bother stripping off his clothes, already balls deep inside you the moment he unzipped his pants.

Picking you up like a doll and pressed you against the wall, you remained in that position for only who know’s how long. His pace was quick, not letting his dick slip out of your warm and wet cunny. His usually well groomed black hair was now messy with bangs sticking to his forehead and his suit was falling off his body as you tried to get it off yourself.

“Fuyu..slow down..”

You whispered in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck in a weak attempt to stabilize yourself. A loud smack! startled you, as the stinging pain began to settle in. He landed a harsh and quick slap on your thigh, something out of character for him to do. You turned his head towards him, eye to eye with your boyfriend.

His eyebrows were upturned, his mouth agape with some of the prettiest sounds you’ve heard in a while spilling off his tongue. His cheeks a beet red color, hot to the touch against yours. He looked so..cute.

So desperate.

“Fuyu baby, you missed me that much..?”

He quickens his pace in response, forcing you to arch your back. He adjusted you so you’d sit up straight in his arms, looking right at him. He peppered your face in butterfly kisses, before giving a gentle peck on your lips, too weak and breathless to give you a proper one.

“Yes. God—yes! I missed you so fucking much..so much..ah fuckk..—“

He was rambling at this point, soft moans and even sobs filled your ears and went straight to your pussy. Even after cumming twice, Chifuyu still managed to arouse you enough to have you creaming on his dick. The noises he made had you wanting for more, all just to hear his high pitched moans and sweet ramblings in your ear.

Your his lovely girlfriend, body of a goddess and a voice belonging to an angel. He couldn’t spend another second away from you, it would be too much on his poor self.

“Ah..i love you, i love you so m-much..”

He moaned out, pulling you down onto his cock as he reached his orgasm. Your cunt quivered around him, clenching down as you felt yourself going dumb.

“F-Fuyu!—i’m gonna..!”

“Cum on my cock baby..please, please, please..!”

He pleaded, pushing you over the edge as a creamy white ring formed around the base of his cock. Finally, he felt that familiar warmth that he was chasing. He buried himself deep in your pussy, painting the walls white with his own seed.

Calming down from his high, he planted another sweet kiss on your lips. His cheeks dusted with a light hue of pink, and his mouth curled up into a smile that never failed to bring butterflies to your stomach.

You could only shake your head, resting it on his shoulder as he carried you off to the bathroom, looking forward to washing each other off of their little act.

[cyberkinks]

𝟗:𝟑𝟖 𝐏𝐌︙𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 ──── ・♡

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 ➢ boyfriend!wonwoo, wom!reader, sexual intercourse, switching positions, big dick wonwoo, kissing, neck-kissing, ass-smacking, choking, spitting, nipple stimulation, aftercare ofc.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➢ use of pet names, use of swear words, some errors, and also read at your own risk. mature content ahead!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ➢ idol au, boyfriend au, smut, fiction, fluff.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ➢ this is for entertainment purposes only!

𝐚/𝐧: ❛ This was in my drafts for a while ngl but I hope you all enjoy this and I’m incredibly sorry for the late updates but i’m still working on kai’s just be patient with me, I’m really busy but I love you all! ❜

“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊” You moaned once he slid his large cock into you slowly filling you up immediately, inch after inch. you grabbed onto the headboard as tight as you could while looking between your bodies.

Wonwoo’s hands were placed on your hips, gripping them as he sat inside of you letting you adjust to his size “you feel so good” his voice whispered into your ear.

“Please” You whined, moving your body back and forth slowly and gently towards his hips “Please what?” you whined at his response which made him chuckle “you have to tell me what you want in order for me to give it to you, baby”

You tugged down on your bottom lip “give it to me please! I can take it!” you practically begged to make wonwoo raise an eyebrow “fuck me please!”

“Do you deserve to be fucked, honey?” he asked and you nodded immediately but he shook his head “I wanna hear you say it” he softly spoke “tell me”

“Yes! please!”

A smile formed across his lips “you’re being such a good girl for me” he hummed “mmhm”

His thumbs caressed your hips as he slowly moved into yours, making a low moan escape your lips “more!” you commanded and his hips began to speed up.

“Shit!” Wonwoo moaned into the air. his hands moved from your hips to the pillows that were underneath you, gripping them tightly.

Your eyes rolled back as his hips began to plow into you more harder and rougher as the seconds went by. your moans began to louden which surely awakened the neighbors.

Your mouth fell open as your eyebrows knitted together once you felt him hitting at your cervix now. you gripped the headboard as hard as you could knowing you were probably gonna break one of your acrylics.

He leaned down and wrapped his around your nipple sucking on it gently.

Wonwoo removed one of his hands from the pillow and moved it down your body and towards your swollen bud and began rolling it around in circles.

The simulation was too much for you which made you cry out in pleasure.

Your legs began to shake, your eyes began to water and the headboard was banging against the wall as the bed started to squeak.

“Oh god!” You moaned in a shaky tone.

He removed his mouth from your nipple, making a ‘pop’ sound. your shared bedroom was now filled with moans, groans, bed squeaks, lewd noises from him pumping into you, and skin clapping.

“Fuck, i could do this all night” he groaned.

His hand reached underneath one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, hitting your cervix from another angle now.

Waves of pleasure flew over both of you, increasing the intimacy as the euphoric feeling filled both of your veins. his hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat along with yours.

You soon felt your orgasm approaching quickly which made him slow down and you whined “n-no, more please”

“You wanna cum? hm? Do you think you deserve to cum, baby? I don’t think you do”

“I-I do! please!”

His fingers started rolling your sensitive bud around in faster circles, making your eyes roll again “i-i’m so close!”

He removed one of his hands from the pillows and wrapped it around your throat, choking you with a small squeeze.

His hips continued moving into you but more roughly, pushing the rest of his inches into you which made you moan louder “i can’t t-take it!” you whimpered.

“Yes you can, baby” he whispered in a shaky tone “take me, you’re doing so good”.

He felt your walls clench around him once again which made your name fall from his lips as he whimpered “God, you feel so amazing”

“Wonwoo!”

With a final deep thrust, you released onto his cock as your legs shook from the orgasm.

His muffled voice asked you if you were okay but you couldn’t hear him until it faded away and you nodded “y-yes, I'm fine” you breathed out in a shaky tone.

“Good because I’m not done with you” he whispered softly before slowly pulling out of you.

Pardon?

“W-What?-“

With the rest of the strength he had left, he turned your body over so that you were now laying down on your stomach.

“All fours” He commanded and you did so with all your strength “don’t worry baby, I got you” he hummed, placing his hands on your ass and rubbing it before giving it a hard smack and you squealed.

“Fuck”

His hand went down to your folds and carefully slipped his fingers inside of you “you’re dripping wet, baby I guess you like it rough, hm?”

You nodded “so much, baby!”

Wonwoo chuckled as his fingers slowly pumped into you, sweeping past your sweet spot. you whined and began to move your ass back towards his fingers but he stopped you “you’re so fucking needy” his other hand reached forward, grabbing onto your hair and yanking your head back making you look up at the ceiling.

“My needy little whore” he added a third finger inside of you before curling them and pumping them into you at a faster pace, making you squirm “aah!” your mouth fell open as you tried not to move your hips.

“Please fuck me!”

He slipped his fingers out of your hole and moved them down towards your clit making you open your legs a little wider. his fingers rolled your clit around in fast circles which caught you off guard “I just want to play with you for a little while”

“Shit!” You panted, bucking your hips towards him.

While he was playing with your clit, his tip poked at your entrance “I love playing with you, baby” he said before plunging his cock deep into you, making you let out a loud moan.

“Oh my god!” You whimpered as his cock slowly began to enter you once again. a deep moan came from his lips as he pushed himself further into you carefully while his thumb caressed your hip.

"I can't get enough of you" he groaned as his hips slowly began to move into you slowly and gently to help you adjust to his size again.

Wonwoo leaned forward and pressed his lips again your shoulder while his hands moved to your thighs and opened your legs wider.

With his other unoccupied hand, he softly massaged your ass as his other hand returned to your clit, rubbing your mixed cum all over it.

"P-Please stop teasing me!" you said in a whiny tone making him chuckle "I don't mean to tease you, I'm making sure I'm not hurting you," he said into your ear "am I hurting you, baby?" you shook your head no "words"

"N-No, you're not h-hurting me- Fuck!" you moaned out as his pace began to pick up to the same pace from earlier but much more rougher.

His eyes watched as your ass bounced off his hips which was so satisfying for him. his hand collided with your ass cheek which made you cry out his name in a loud moan.

"T-That feels so fucking good!" Your eyes began to roll back again as his fingers rubbed your clit around in slower motions "so good baby!" he grunted, pounding at your cervix again "mhm!" You whimpered, gripping the sheets as hard as you could.

Wonwoo wrapped his hand around the front of your throat which caught you off guard at first. he tilted your head back, making you look up at him which make you clench around him.

"I-I'm close so again"

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" You nodded your head "yes!" "gonna make a mess on my cock again, baby?" "oh god, yes!"

Wonwoo picked up his pace as his hand went to your hand, gripping it tightly "fuck!" he moaned, looking down between your sweaty bodies.

The euphoric feeling filled both of your veins as waves of pleasure flew over both of you. his head went back as he chased his orgasm along with you.

"Fuck baby!" his hips continued to move into you roughly, groaning louder "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" was all you said before releasing all over his cock once again.

Wonwoo continued moving his hips into you roughly with made you cry out "Shit!" he moaned before filling you up with his cum which made him stop and collapse onto you.

You hid your face into the pillow as you were breathing heavily along with him. his hips slowly moved into you helping you through your high as your walla pulsed around him.

"You okay?" he asked and you nodded "yes, i-i'm fine"'

He slowly slipped his cock out of you making you whine from the loss of contact and he chuckled at you before getting up from the bed to grab you a towel.

You began focusing on your breath out of nowhere and you felt your eyes starting to close until something wet and hot made you wake up and look down to see wonwoo cleaning you up with a towel.

His eyes looked up at you making his lips curve into a smile "you ruined my sleep" you pouted "you'll be fine baby" he said then kissed your thigh after.

Wonwoo walked over to your drawers, opening one, and grabbed one of your nightgowns.

he then walked back over to you and told you to sit up for a second and you whined before doing so "don't worry, this is the last time I'll ruin your sleep" he teased before putting the gown on your body and you immediately laid down right after and he pulled the cover over you.

"I love you" you mumbled while closing your eyes.

"I love you too, baby" he leaned over and pressed a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

Wonwoo looked at your sleeping figure before walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[its-time-to-write]

Hi there!! I’m the anon that requested the wedding date fic, which was absolutely fabulous, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write about Jamie and reader’s wedding? It doesn’t need to be a continuation of that fic (and obviously you don’t need to write it if you’re not vibing with it!) I just thought it could be cute 💚

it took me a while to vibe with it, but I finally did!! Thanks for the request!

right words at the right time

“Don’t bite your nails!” your sister shrieks from across the room. You whip your hand out of your mouth. 

“I wasn’t,” you reply.

She raises an eyebrow. “Sure. Sure you weren’t. Here, eat something instead.”

“I can’t,” you say. “I’m too nervous. What if something goes wrong?”

“Like what?” Keeley asks from her position by the mirror. She slicks back a flyaway hair and dabs at the corner of her mouth.

“I dunno, what if- what if I trip? What if Ted forgets what he’s supposed to say? What if Jamie says no?”

Your sister and Keeley exchange a look.

“He’s the one who asked you,” Rebecca says before either of them can can snark back at you.

You’re still not convinced. “What if he’s changed his mind?” you ask worriedly.

Your sister bangs her head against the wall. You weren’t this nervous last night when you were out partying with the girls. None of the women in the room are quite sure what’s come over you.

“He hasn’t changed his mind,” Rebecca says in a placating tone. “Look at your hand. See that diamond? Does that look like something Jamie would forget about?”

“No,” you reply weakly. “But what if he wants it back? Or remembers that he’s famous and rich and I literally am neither of those things. I have a face that was made for the radio!”

“Oh my god,” you sister says, throwing her hands in the air. “He’s marrying you. Please calm the fuck down. You literally have to walk down the aisle in half an hour.”

Your nail is in your mouth again so Keeley reaches up and smacks it away.

She says, “Babes, I love you to fucking pieces, but you seriously need to calm down, yeah? It’s alright.”

There’s a knock on the door and you jump. 

“Almost ready?” Ted asks. “The boys are getting mighty anxious out there.”

‘The boys’ he’s referring to are the entirety of AFC Richmond, who may have been the reason this marriage is even happening. After all, it was Colin who swore he met the perfect person for Jamie and Dani who convinced you to go on a blind date. Sam provided the venue (obviously) and Isaac, Declan, and Richard made sure Jamie didn’t wear something stupid.

Rebecca opens the door a crack. “She’s getting mighty anxious in here.”

Ted frowns. “Pre-wedding jitters are normal, but you got nothing to worry about, darlin’. Two hundred of your closest friends and family are all here to support you on your big day.”

You blow out a breath. “More like thirty of my closest friends and family. The rest are for Jamie. Fuck’s sake, Ted, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. Do you know how much money he spent on this fucking wedding? It’s more than I make in two years. Don’t get me wrong, it’s literally my dream, but I just feel like I’m not going to measure up. He’s going to get bored of me sooner or later.”

Ted tilts his head and you feel oddly comforted under his scrutinizing gaze. “Alright, come with me,” he says after a moment of deliberation. “Everyone’s outside, I’m just gonna sneak you down the hall a little bit. You trust me?”

You nod and take his proffered arm. Your sister breathes, “Thank fuck,” as you leave, and you’re pretty sure you hear Keeley echo the sentiment.

Ted leads you to a door at the end of the hall and motions for you to stand against the wall, just out of sight. He knocks. 

“Jamie? You got a minute?”

The door opens and you clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise. 

“Your girl’s having a bit of a pre-marital fright, so I brought her down to talk to ya. If you just sit down and stick your hand out the door, she can grab it and you won’t see her before you’re supposed to.”

Jamie says, “Sounds good, coach,” and his head is replaced by an arm. You stare at it for a minute before Ted motions you to grab Jamie’s hand. You sit down, back against the wall, and reach for Jamie who gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“Christ love, your hands are fucking sweaty,” he says and you can tell by his voice that he’s smiling.

Something about hearing him makes tears well up, and you sniff.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jamie asks. “You crying because you’re so happy your husband is mad fit and mad rich?”

You say, “No. Well, kind of,” and it’s all Jamie can do not to break the stupid fucking tradition of not seeing the bride before she walks down the aisle.

“Tell me,” he says softly. Ted hands you a tissue and then retreats back where he came from.

You sniff. “I’m really excited to marry you. I really fucking am. It’s just- you’re so much, you know? It’s one of the things I love about you. And I’m not, not really. I’m just me, and I don’t want you to realize that you can do better.”

Jamie maneuvers your hand so he can press a kiss to your knuckles.

“You worry too much,” he says. “We’re doing this shit, for better or for worse, yeah? How do I know you won’t realize you can do better than me? Dump me for some fit nerd.”

“You are a fit nerd,” you laugh through tears. “Football nerd, but still a nerd.”

Jamie snorts. “Shit babe, you know how to make a bloke feel special.”

You’re both silent for a minute, taking comfort in the fact that the love of your life is on the other side of the door.

The moment is broken by Keeley’s appearance. 

“Time to go back into hiding, babe,” she says.

You sigh, and Jamie squeezes your hand one more time. “See you in a bit, love,” he says.

Keeley helps you off the floor and back down to the room.

“All good?” she asks. 

“All good,” you reply.

[zablife]

Let Me Be

Alfie Solomons x gf reader

Summary: You aren't feeling well and want nothing more than to be left alone, but Alfie insists on trying to help where he's not wanted.

Author's Note: Exploring the idea of not wanting someone to take care of you when you're unwell.

Warnings: language, mention of illness (unspecified), reference to vomiting

You were pulled from the depths of your slumber by a sudden crash somewhere in the distance. You attempted to sit up, but the pounding inside your skull had you slumping over, clutching your head in your hands before you could move any further. To make matters worse you found the bedroom curtains open, spilling harsh morning light directly into your eyes. Another cacophony of metal hitting upon metal told you your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen and you groaned.

Falling back into the softness of your bed, you pulled the duvet up to your chin as you felt Cyril’s wet nose seek you out. He let out a whimper, followed by a huff as he rested his head on Alfie’s pillow, watching you carefully. “How does he have so much energy?” you asked your pet. “I feel like death.”

As you attempted to close your eyes, Alfie came bursting through the door with a tray of food. The door banged against the wall with what seemed to be thundering force, his footsteps reverberating loudly as he came closer.  His wide smile greeted you along with the overpowering smell of meat and you instantly felt yourself gag.

“Good morning, dove,” Alfie called to you in a cheery voice as he placed the tray next to you. 

“It’s not,” you said, covering your nose and mouth in hopes you could keep yourself from being sick. Cyril stirred beside you, taking the hint better than his master that it might be best to keep his distance. He jumped off the bed and ran, claws scratching against the wood floorboards as he beat a hasty retreat.

“What’s got into him? And why are you pulling a face at the food I made ya?” Alfie asked, furrowing his brow. Picking up the plate, he shoved the fry-up under your nose and you felt your stomach lurch uneasily. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Alf! Get that away from me,” you shouted, tossing the duvet from your legs as you suddenly felt far too warm, your palms sweating and your head spinning. 

“Yeah, alright,” he said, replacing the plate onto the tray and scratching his beard. “Not even gonna say thank you, Alfie. I love you, Alfie. You’re the most amazing boyfriend I’ve ever had,” he teased. 

Then he got a look at you in only his shirt and your lace underwear and he forgot all about breakfast. “Reckon when a woman looks as good as you, manners can be overlooked.” 

Reaching a hand to caress your ass, he grabbed at your ample flesh giving a good squeeze. Before you could shoot him a warning look, he realized how warm you felt beneath his large palm and pronounced with shock, “You’re sick, dove.”

You rolled your eyes, wondering how it had taken him so long to notice, but remained silent as another wave of nausea hit you and you took off running for the en suite, clutching your stomach. 

When you returned Alfie was loudly munching on toast, dropping crumbs into the sheets beside you as he ran a hand over your hair. “Tell ya what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right by your side and take care of you all day. You don’t have to worry about a thing, love,” he said, sounding proud of himself.

You groaned into your pillow, looking over at him with a murderous glare. “Alfie, I love you, but if you don’t leave this house in the next ten minutes, I will use my dying breath to kill you.”

[rogerswifesblog]

flooding your inbox with：

I want to fuck Ari Levinson Steve Rogers Andy Barber and Curtis Everett all at once I want them to devour me rip me overstimulation me and use me as they please and I will still say thank you afterwards🤤

18+

Fuck yes please

They could rip me apart and I’d be glad they did it

Can you imagine having them around you? It’s like being in heaven

Ari and Curtis (especially Curtis) would literally destroy you, they are definitely rough

Andy would totally have a obsession with your mouth, your pretty rosy lips-he definitely would want to fuck your face as often as possible

And Steve? Well, Steve knows he’s bigger than average since the serum changed his body-and he loves feeling your holes squeeze him.

Warnings; oral, dp, anal, p in v, gang-bang, masturbation….there happens a lot

“Shhh, sweetheart, come on, you can take it”, Curtis whispered into your ear, thrusting into your throbbing and overstimulated pussy. Your juices and cum was leaking around his dick. You looked at Ari for a moment, who was laying on the bed besides you, using your hand to stroke himself lazily, before your eyes are rolling back in your head as Curtis thrusted harder into your cunt with a filthy, wet squelch.

At this point you had no idea how many orgasms you had-how many times you’ve been fucked. “Gonna take this cock, Sweetheart, don’t you? You love it. Being used by us”, Steve mumbled behind you, pressing his dick into your tightest hole. You couldn’t answer, having your mouth stuffed with Andys dick, while he fucked your throat, watching your lips stretch over his width.

You could stop yourself from moaning around Andy, when Steve’s tip pushed into your thighs hole. He was so, so big. Stretching you out, spitting you in half. With Curtis pumping into your pussy you felt like they would tear you apart any moment-but the burning stretch only added to the pleasure. “Fuck, Baby, you’re sucking me in”, Steve mumbled, thrusting his full length into you.

Suddenly another orgasm rushed over you, making you squirt over Curtis lap. A dark chuckle escaped him, when he felt you squeeze his dick one more time. Closing your eyes, you felt yourself neatly black out-it was so much-but you wanted more- but it was so-it felt so-

You couldn’t think straight.

“Fuck sweetheart-I’m gonna cum-gonna fill your pretty mouth again”, he mumbled, thrusting past your gag reflex, til your nose touched his pelvis.

You had no idea how your body would work after today-or if you’d be able to walk, but you enjoyed every second of what was happening. He let his hand run along your throat where he could feel his cock inside you, stretching out the tight channel.Groaning, his body tenses, his cock swelling against your tongue, you could feel his cum painting your walls. The pulled out, stroking himself over your face, letting the last few jets shoot at your face.

After kissing you for a moment, he was pulled away by Ari, who was already grinning filthy. “Now it’s my turn to stuff this pretty mouth, Peach”, he grinned, smearing his pre-cum on your tongue, while you opened your mouth wider, showing him, how much you wanted to take it. He knew you were such a good girl. You always wanted your holes stuffed.

Steve and Curtis fucked roughly into you, till you couldn’t keep yourself upright-Ari grabbed your hair, holding your head while ramming into your mouth. Steve hands where on your hips, holding your in place, while Curtis played with your hard nipples-one of his hands found it’s way to your overstimulated bud, rubbing it.

You cried out in pleasure around Ari, making him groan, feeling the vibrations around his dick. Your whole body felt on fire. There where so many hands touching you, pleasuring you.

Another orgasm rushed over you, making you whimper.

After a while-probably hours-you were sitting with Andy in the bathtub, with him washing your body gently. Every time he touched your core, you whimpered, jerking away from his touch. “Shhh, shhh, I know baby…we’ve been a bit rougher this time, huh? Sorry, sweetheart. But you’re just so good to us…”, he mumbled, slowly spreading your leash. “But I know you can give me one more.”

You shook your head, while he slowly let his hard dick slide into your cum filled pussy. Your walls throbbed around him, making him moan into your hair.

He set a slow pace, till he filled your pussy. While pulling out his dick, you felt the cum slowly leak out of your abused cunt. Andy couldn’t stop himself from pumping his hungers into your hole, feeling all the cum in your body. You felt stuffed to the brim. You’ve never received this many cream pies. They probably came in all of your holes at least once each.

While he fingered you, his other hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Even your breast felt tender after being touched for so long. Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, just from the feeling of Andys fingers stroking over your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, while he slowly let you relax again, washing your body without any more disturbances.

After you were cleaned up, steve picked you up and brought you back to the bedroom, where Ari had changed the sheets and opened the window-and yet it still smelled like sex in there.

You pulled the blanket to your chin, after Steve laid you down on the bed.

The men came into the room, Steve laying down behind you, while Ari climbed also next to you. You heard the bathroom door closing and Andy coming into the room, talking to Curtis quietly, already thinking you’d fallen asleep.

“Thank you…”, you quietly whispered, still with a raspy voice, after having your throat fucked so many times.

😫😫😫

[metallicaislife]

Childhood Friends

A/N: omg this is the longest fic I've written so far. It flowed so smoothly out of my brain I'm gonna cry. 🥹💚

Genre: Fluff, suggestive themes and brief mentions of smut but not explicit

Word Count: 2,180

Warnings: Smoking

When I was young I had a neighbor. He was my best friend. From dawn until dusk we hung out. Whether we wandered the neighborhood on an adventure or at his house as he practiced the bass. He was the kind of person we didn’t need to have constant conversation with to be comfortable. I was absolutely heartbroken at age 14 when my family moved to be closer to my dad’s parents. We called each other every once in a while, but that soon stopped as we got busy with the lives we had going on around us. I’m now in my 20’s and I think about him every so often, I hope he’s doing well, and that all his dreams came true.

It was a typical night, I came home from work. Had a small dinner and curled up on the couch to watch my favorite sitcom. The phone started ringing so I got up to answer it.

“Hello?” 

“Is this, Y/N?” A deep calm voice came over the receiver. 

“Speaking. Who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Cliff.” He spoke. My eyes widened. 

“Cliff? Like Cliff Burton?” I asked. He chuckled. 

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you?” He asked. My heart was thrumming against my chest. 

“I’m doing well. How are you? How did you get my number?” 

“Glad to hear. I’m doing great. I took a chance and looked in a phone book.” He answered me. I laughed. 

“I dunno why I never thought of that.” I said. 

“I called because my band is going to be in your neck of the woods, I’d love it if you came to our show.” 

“You’re in a band?” I asked excitedly. Cliff chuckled.

“Yeah, I am. We’re called Metallica. Do you know where the bar on Main Street and 9th is?” He asked. 

“Sure do. When is the show?” I grinned, feeling giddy. 

“Tomorrow night. Sorry it’s short notice.” He said. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you called. What time is it?” 

“8. I’ll buy you a drink after.” He said. 

“God, last time I saw you we were kids. Where’d the time go?” I leaned against my wall. 

“It’s been far too long. I’m excited to see you.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Me too.” I replied. 

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.” 

“Thanks, see ya tomorrow Cliff.” I said and hung up. 

I pinched myself. Yup that happened. I didn’t fall asleep watching ‘Cheers’ and dreamed of that conversation. I squealed in excitement. 

The following day went by quickly, which I was super grateful for. When I knew Cliff he was playing Thin Lizzy on his bass. I’m curious to see what kind of music he plays. I found a comfortable but cute outfit and left to go to the bar. 

I got a cocktail and waited around. Soon the band Metallica was announced. I spotted him straightaway. It was hard not to. I thought he was tall when we were young. He grew so much more. He was tall and lanky yet toned, his auburn hair long and unruly. His hazel eyes met mine and he grinned. The same smile that brightened my days all those years ago. I smiled back and gave a small wave. 

I’d never heard anything like their music before. It was loud and fast. Absolutely electrifying. I was mesmerized by Cliff, his head banging and the passion emanated off him. 

“Thanks everyone!” The lead singer and rhythm guitarist waved. Cliff caught my eye again and motioned for me to head backstage. I gave a nod and made my way back. He was leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets. He looked up and grinned. He pushed off the wall and walked toward me pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged him back tightly, uncaring that he was sweaty from his performance. He pulled back and held my shoulders studying me. I grinned staring back up at him. 

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to my bandmates then we’ll get a drink and catch up.” He shifted, placing his arm around my shoulder as he took me back to the green room. 

The drummer was sprawled on a couch fanning himself, the guitarist was drinking some water while sitting on a chair and the lead singer was packing up his equipment.

“Hey guys, I want to introduce you to my childhood friend.” Cliff said. They all looked in our direction and I gave a small wave. 

“Y/N, this is Lars.” He pointed to the drummer, “Kirk,” then to the guitarist, “and James.” He motioned to the lead singer. “Guys this is Y/N, we used to be neighbors growing up.” He introduced. 

“Nice to meet you guys.” I smiled at them. 

“Nice to finally meet you, we’ve heard so much about you. Our guy Cliff here talks about you a lot.” James said. Cliff shot him a look and I stifled a small laugh as my cheeks heated up. 

“Anyways, I already packed my things. We’re gonna go get a drink and catch up.” Cliff said steering me out of the dressing room before any of the others had a chance to say anything. I turned back to wave at them before we exited the room. 

“So you talk about me, huh?” I asked, jabbing him in the ribs playfully. 

“I mean, yeah. You’re really the only person I hung out with until I started playing in bands.” He confessed. I smiled but didn’t say anything further. 

He got us a couple beers and we found a place to sit. 

I was a little worried it would be awkward, we hadn’t seen each other or even talked in years. It was so comfortable though, telling Cliff what I’d been up to, and listening to his stories about how he’s gotten to where he’s at. 

The night was coming to a close and there was a part of me that wondered if this was it. Would I only see him if he came to town for a show? The kind of friends that saw each other maybe once a year to catch up. I didn’t want that. 

“I wanna see you again, soon.” Cliff said as we walked in the crisp night air. 

“Me too.” I responded. 

“You know I thought you moving away was the end of the world. You’re only 45 minutes away though.” He chuckled. 

“As kids that might as well be across the country.” I laughed, he laughed too. 

“Well now we aren’t kids.” He said.

“No we aren’t.” I replied, “So I'll see you soon then?” I asked. He nodded. “Good.” I smiled. He hugged me again and we parted ways.

True to his word, Cliff called the following night, and we made plans to see each other again. Over the course of a few months, we saw each other as much as we could and talked almost every night. Sometimes we didn’t even talk. He’d call and play the bass for me. I knew that I had missed him, but I hadn’t realized how much until he was in my life again. 

“We’re having a party on Saturday, I want you to come.” Cliff said over the phone. 

“Yeah, I can make that. What’s the address?” I asked. I wrote it down as he relayed it to me, and the time, but he said I could come over whenever. 

I took a bus to El Cerrito. I was lucky enough to find the house pretty easily. The party was in full swing. Cliff was on the porch as I walked up. He saw me and his eyebrow furrowed. 

“Where’s your car?” He asked and exhaled his cigarette smoke. 

“In the shop, it’s been giving me trouble so I caught a bus here. I don’t mind, I'll take one home too.” I replied and stuck my hand out. He placed a cigarette in it, I placed it in my lips and he flicked his lighter so I could light it. 

“Don’t be silly, I’ll take you home.” He said. 

“No, it’s okay.” I said. I looked up and his face was stern. 

“Yes, I will drive you home.” Cliff said with finality. I nodded. 

“Thanks.” I replied. Lars came bounding out of the house. 

“I know you like keeping Y/N all to yourself but it’s a party Burton!” Lars said and grabbed my wrist. I laughed as he dragged me into the house. Cliff rolled his eyes and followed after us. 

The night was filled with laughter as we made memories I will carry with me until the end of my days. 

The party wound down and people were falling asleep. 

“Ready to go?” Cliff asked me as I leaned against the porch smoking a cigarette.

“Yup.” I smiled and put the cigarette out. 

Neither of us got obliterated like the others so we were good for travel. 

“Next time I’ll spend the night so we can party a little harder.” I said. 

“You’re always welcome to.” Cliff grinned and opened the car door for me. I slid in and buckled up. Cliff got in and started the car. 

“There are some tapes in the glovebox.” He said. I opened it up and looked through them. I smiled seeing the first Thin Lizzy album he shared with me, ‘Vagabonds of the Western World’. I put it in, his face lit up as the music played through the speakers. 

The car ride was mostly silent, occasionally singing along to the music. I stared out the window, and I could feel what I’ve been wanting to say to him for a couple weeks bubbling beneath the surface. 

“I love you.” I said aloud as I continued staring at the darkness outside. 

“I love you, too.” Cliff replied. 

“No, Cliff, I’m in love with you.” I said refusing to look in his direction. I don’t think my heart could handle it if I saw a look of disgust pass across his features. His hand came to rest on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze. I finally tore my gaze from the darkness and looked over feeling completely vulnerable. He kept his gaze on the road, but he glanced over, the look on his face the opposite of what I had imagined. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” He replied. I smiled and placed my hand on his, giving it a squeeze as I looked back out the window. A huge weight felt as if it had been lifted from my shoulders. 

We arrived at my place not long after and he walked me to the door. 

“Why don’t you spend the night, it’d be silly to drive all the way here just to head back.” I offered as I unlocked my door. 

“I think you’re just trying to get into my pants.” He teased me as he moved my hair out the way so he could place a kiss on my neck. 

“Maybe a little of both.” I teased back. I opened the door and he followed me in. He shut and locked my door. He turned around and placed his hands on my waist. We stared at one another. The only sound is our even breathing. Cliff tucked my hair behind my ear, he cupped my face and brought his lips down to meet mine. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away. 

We stumbled clumsily through my apartment giggling and losing clothes along the way. We laid in bed and worshiped each other for hours. Learning each other's bodies inside and out. 

We laid in each other's arms, sweaty and worn. I traced soft shapes on his chest as he tickled my back. 

“How are you feeling?” Cliff asked softly. 

“Content.” I replied and kissed his chest. Cliff chuckled. 

“Thank you for telling me how you feel.” He said. 

“If I held it in any longer I think I would’ve combust.” I replied and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His hazel eyes in the dim light held so much love and adoration. I hoped as he looked back he could see that same look mirrored in my eyes. “Thanks for reaching out and inviting me to your show. If you hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t be here.” I said. 

“It was a long shot, but I really missed you. I loved you back then, ya know. But I never could have imagined how much further I could have fallen for you.” He said. My heart skipped a beat and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. 

I wish I had a Time Machine so I could go back and tell the heartbroken girl that had to move away from her best friend that it wouldn’t be that way forever. She was able to grow up and fall deeply in love with the quiet boy next door who played his bass so passionately.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[wabatle]

Heya heya! Anon who's the one who recently requested "Niigo finding out they aren't your first kiss" here, making another req because your writing is so auaehahueauwqageauwuwua278751!!73%#^@%3(I mean this in a positive way wahaha) And I'll be requesting for... Niigo again- So here; The reader just basically does a sudden "kabedon" to the specific Niigo member, like that specific char could just be walking into the reader's room and then WHAM suddenly pinned them on the wall and saying some flirty stuff(treat me like white tee rizz) Then after for a few seconds the reader just backs away and goes "So! How was your day?<3" as if nothing happened Also, maybe you should start expecting a mentally ill anon(me) that greets in "Heya heya" and would often request for Niigo members.... Idk if that should be considered a bad thing or a good thing... I just love your writing so much ragahgagha

☆~N25 when their s/o pins them against the wall

(wa)batle nonsense:

You gave me the idea and I guess this is a good time to say I'm gonna make anon slots so all of y'all anons can start signing your asks with whatever name you choose

warnings: yk, pinning someone against the wall, but other than that, none

☆~Kanade Yoisaki

“Please, come in.” Kanade greeted, opening the door for you.

“Thank you.” You replied, letting her shut the door behind you.

“Now, I wanted to ask—” She was cut off by seeing your hand slam against the wall slightly above her head.

“You're so cute, K.” You told her, kissing her forehead. “I hope you know, Kanade, your eyes are beyond beautiful.”

Kanade’s face turned bright red and she avoided eye contact.

You kissed her forehead again. “Hmm…” You muttered.

Then, you let go and she breathed a loud sigh of relief, putting her hand on her chest.

“So, how's your day been?” You said sweetly, ignoring the fact you just pinned her against the wall.

She smiled softly. “It's better now that you're here.” She kissed your cheek.

☆~Mafuyu Asahina

“Thank you for inviting me over, (name).” Mafuyu said as you welcomed her into your house.

“No, thank you for coming!” You replied, gently patting her back.

She nodded, and walked into your room. Then, she next found her wrists pinned against the wall, and you being the culprit of who’s pinning them.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

You moved your face closer to hers. “You’re so beautiful. I must be dreaming.”

Her face slightly flushed.

“You really are stunning, Yuki.” You whispered in her ear, before letting go of her and flopping onto your bed.

“What was that…?” She whispered to herself.

You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “Come sit! Tell me about your day!” You said with enthusiasm.

My heart is pounding… She thought as she sat down next to you.

☆~Ena Shinonome

“You finally made it!” Ena greeted you happily as she opened the door for you.

“Yep, I’m here!~” You said, setting a bag down on the table.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked.

“Oh, I grabbed some pancakes while I was on my way!” You said, as Ena ran and jumped into your arms.

“Really? Thanks, babe! I love you so so much!” Ena exclaimed.

Then, you slapped your hand on the wall over her head.

“Wh-whoa! Uh, (name)..? What are you doing?”

“Ena… Your hair is really pretty, and your face is cute. Not to mention your lips. I would love to kiss them.”

At this point, her face is bright red and she’s too flustered to even talk.

“Uh… U-uh…” She mumbles. 

You flipped up her bangs and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, Ena.” You let go of the wall and walked over to the table the bag of pancakes was sitting on. “Now come on, let’s dig in!”

Ena walked over to you, her face still red. “Come on, we’re just gonna forget about what just happened?!”

Rrr… (Name) can be such an idiot sometimes… Ena thought. But, I think I might’ve just fallen in love with them more…

☆~Mizuki Akiyama

“Hey (name)!” Mizuki said as you let them into your house.

“Hey! You can head straight to my room, I’ll be right behind you.” You smiled, and they started walking towards your room. As soon as they turned around, they felt your hands squeeze their wrists against the wall.

“Uh, babe? What’re you doing?” They asked, their face turning slightly red.

“Y’know, Mizuki…” You moved your face closer to theirs, causing their blush to deepen. “You’re really cute. Your face, your clothes… everything about you is cute.” You let go of them and sat down on your bed.

Mizuki fidgeted with their fingers, and then sat down next to you.

“Um… I really love you, (name).” They said. “Did you really mean what you said? About me being cute?”

“Of course I did!” You smiled brightly. “You’re the cutest person I know!”

“Darn right! I’m the most adorable thing the world has ever seen!” They said back happily.

That scared me… But I really love my partner, hehe. Mizuki thought to themself as they leaned onto your shoulder.

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Troublemaker ~ 3 ~ The Best Friend

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

2nd A/N: Well, I had to take a moment to mourn the loss of our beloved goalie hugs. We'll miss you Linus!

Previous: "Fun" Decisions

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Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The first two days of my “injury” was spent drunk in my apartment. I drank everything I had. I woke up on the third day to a ringing phone. Fuck does my head hurt. I reached for my phone and answered. “What?” 

“Morning to you too, punk.” Its Linus. Fuck me.  

“Morning,” I grumble.  

“Just checking on you,” he replies.  

“It's early, man. Couldn’t it have been check later?”  

Linus sighs and I know he’s shaking his head. “It is later, Jeremy. It’s noon in Vegas. Which means its three PM in Boston.”  

I pull my phone away from my head and check. Yep, it sure is three. I put my phone back to my ear. “So, it is.”  

“Just tell me you aren’t drinking and driving.” I can hear the genuine concern in his voice.  

“I promise, I’m not. I’ve been drinking by myself at home.” I get up gingerly and head to the kitchen for coffee. That’s when I notice all the bottles on the counter. “Shit.”  

“What?” 

Whoops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Sorry, I’m just out of coffee. I’m gonna head to the coffee shop.”  

“Ok, if you want to talk, just let me know.” Now he sounds sad. A sad Linus is depressing AF and I don’t want that. I never want that.  

“Thanks bud. I’m ok right now. I promise, I’m being safe.”  

“Try to get a workout in,” he says. “I’ll talk to you later.”  

“Later.” I hung up and banged my head against the wall.  Ow. I really do need coffee, but the kitchen is a mess.  A mess I need to clean up after coffee. I shower and dress and head down the block to The Addicted. I love the name of the place.  It's quiet since the morning rush is over.  I order and sit in the back. With my hat and sunglasses, I don’t get recognized much. I’m checking out my calendar on my phone when the door chimes. I look up to see Stella Williams walking in, phone to her head.  

“I am in public, so I am not discussing this again... You want to sleep around, go right ahead but it won’t be with me any longer.”  She hung up with a sigh and ordered her coffee with an apology.  

I’ve never really looked at Stella. My eyes were on Leia but now... now I see what I had been missing.  While Leia was short and beautiful, Stella is not tall, maybe five-six, but she is gorgeous. She’s a light brown brunette with pale blue eyes, a compliment to her best friend’s espresso hair and green eyes. Her olive skin is flawless with a few freckles around her nose. As a trainer, I knew she was fit but in the yoga pants and hoodie she is wearing, I can tell she is a smoke show.  

I try not to stare as she picks up her coffee and heads out. I watch as she walks away and wonder what her call was about. I thought about asking her to sit and talk, but I can’t at the moment.  I need to get back home and clean up.  

I decided to go out instead of drinking by myself. I also know that Mark has Andy and Linus on speed dial if I were to show up without them. Fuckers can’t even trust me on my own.  So, I headed out to the south side of Boston. I went to a dive bar and ordered a whiskey. I look around. Its dark and dingy. I don’t expect to run into anyone here. Except for the brunette sitting at the end of the bar.  

Stella.  

I debated if I should go over there. She is obviously going through something if she missed the team road trip. She always flies with Leia but since Leia stopped flying a couple of months ago, she’s mostly kept to herself or with Andy and Luke.  She was the only female on the training staff, so I had to guess that had a lot to do with it.  

Ah fuck it.  I threw back my drink, ordered another and sat one stool away from her. “Hey Stella.”  

Her head snapped up and I got the full picture. Red eyes, blotchy skin, bottom lip bitten and swollen. “What are you doing here?” 

“Stella, what’s going on?” Concern flooded my entire system. I’ve never seen her cry. Angry, yes but not this... broken. I watched as another tear rolled down her cheek. “Stella?” 

“I thought you were injured,” she replied, wiping the tears from her face.  

I looked away. “Not physically injured.” I took a sip and looked back at her. “Why aren’t you on the trip?” 

She signaled the bartender, and he poured another shot of tequila for her.  She threw it back and made a face before she answered me. “Well, when your co-worker decides to sleep with your boyfriend and you can’t do anything about getting rid of her from your workplace, you take a vacation right when they need you the most.” She gave a sad smile.   

“Holy fuck.” I didn’t mean for that to come out. “That is a cluster, Stel.”  

“Tell me about it.” She looked at me. “Wait, never mind. You’ve already fucked up with the best person in your life.”  

I flinched. Ouch. Her statement is hit perfectly. But she isn’t wrong. Leia was the best person but not for me. I snort. “She had been Andy’s girl from the beginning, and it took them a stupid amount of time to realize it. I just took it badly.” I shake my head. “I regret a lot of things.” 

Stella looked at me with big eyes. “You actually regret...” 

I cut her off. “Yes, I do.” I threw back the rest of my drink. “She didn’t deserve my attitude and actions. Fuck, I didn’t know she was having a difficult pregnancy, and it kills me that I made it worse. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves the world and I hope that Barber gives it to her.”  

We're quiet for a few minutes. “Why were you pulled from the trip?” The question comes from left field. “I mean, if you were injured, I would know about it.”  

It’s my turn to take a moment before answering her. “I was drunk when I showed up to practice.”  

She gasped. “Jeremy, why would you do that?” 

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just... I miss my teammates and they all ignored me because of the thing with Leia and it just got to me.  So I went to a bar and met a girl but then I went back to my place, alone, and kept drinking. Linus woke me up and then I was late, but I still had booze breath.” I sigh. “Coach pulled me off of the trip and I’ve been drinking ever since. I didn’t go to the Red Line because Mark would rat my ass out.”  

Stella was quiet for a few minutes.  I ordered us another round. “Have you tried talking to her?” I shake my head. “Why not?” 

“Do you actually think that Andy would be ok with me talking to her? Especially, now with her pregnancy? If I thought I could have a moment with her to just say sorry, I would. I know she won’t forgive me, but I have to apologize.”  

Another silence.  

“You’re not a bad guy, Swayman.  Maybe a man whore but not a bad guy.”  

I husk a laugh. “Thanks, I think.”  

She stares at me for a second. “Would you do it? Be committed to someone?” 

I think about it. “If I found the right girl, I would do everything I could to make sure I never made her cry.” I look at her when another tear escapes. “You want me to kick his ass?” 

She laughed. “No, but thanks. I just want to forget him.”  

I took a beat and thought of an idea. “I could help with that,” I say.  She looks at me. “I’m just saying, use the man whore, I guess.”  

“I don’t know where you’ve been, Swayman.”  

“Oh fuck you, I’m responsible and I get tested because I’m not that big of an asshole.” I took another sip. She’s chewing her lips again, but now it's in apprehension, not anger.  I pull it away gently. “Don’t do that. Wouldn’t want you to hurt those beautiful lips.” Her breath hitches at my words. I look into her pale blue eyes and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, but I don’t stop touching her. I cup her cheek. “Beautiful.” I lean in and press my lips against hers.  

She tastes like tequila and sunshine. I can’t explain it. She moans into the kiss, and I deepen it. One kiss was all it took for me to be addicted. I pull away gently, keeping my forehead pressed to hers. She blinks and open her eyes. “Why did you kiss me?” 

“Because it looked like you needed to be reminded of what it feels like to be desired. Come home with me.”  

She pulls back a little more. She finishes her shot. “Drinks are on you, pretty boy.” She extends her hand so I can take it.  

I smirk and throw down some bills. “Anything you want, gorgeous.” I take her hand and lead her out. I go to hail a cab, but she stops me.  

“Just for one night right? We’ll stay friends?” 

I don’t how I feel about that but if this is all she can give me right now, I’ll take it.  

“One night.”  

We stumbled into my apartment, neither one of us wanting to let go of the kiss that started in the cab.  I push her jacket off of her and she does the same. I finally separated us so I can get her shirt off of her fantastic body. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, staring at her tits as if I’ve never seen some before. She has on a pale green lacy bra on, showcasing her perfect tits.  

“Like them, Sway?” She runs a hand over her body. I grabbed her wrist.  

“This body is mine tonight,” I growl out. I spin her so my front is on her back. I ran my hands over her. She’s as soft as I predicted. I pull the strap of her bras down and kiss her shoulders and neck, listening to the little gasps and moans she’s letting out. My hands drift down to her jeans, and I open them up and let my fingers slide down into her panties. “Wet, gorgeous? Did I do that?” 

“Yes,” she moans.  

“Good.” I slowly pull her jeans and panties off and then run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver. After they were off, I spun her around, so she faced me while I was still on my knees. “I want to worship you, gorgeous.” I kiss right over her pussy, and she moans softly, her head tilted back. I lay her back on the bed and hike her legs up so she’s nice and spread out for me.  I stand to look over her. 

“Jeremy, please,” she begs. I can see her pulsing and clenching over nothing. I get on my knees.  

“Fuck, you smell delicious.” I flatten my tongue over her slit and moan. “Tastes delicious too.” I suck on her clit a little before running my tongue. She bucks up but I catch her and hold her to the bed. “Let me eat this delicious pussy, gorgeous.  Did he do this? Did he make you feel good and cum on his tongue?” 

“N-no,” she replies shakily. “He never...” 

“That is a fucking travesty.” I fuck into her with my tongue, listening for the tall-tell sign that she is ready to let go. I let my thumb rub her clit softly. I don’t want to overstimulate her.  Her cunt begins to squeeze my tongue and I pull away. “He’s an asshole and a moron if he didn’t taste this.” I smirk, “then again, I like that I’m the only one that’s been here.” I blew on the wet skin to make her shiver. “Cum, Stella.” I latched onto her clit as I shoved two fingers into her. She cries out as I feel her clamp down on my fingers and pulse around them. Her back is bowed, skin flushed. She has never looked more beautiful. I slow my movements before giving her pussy one last kiss and moving Stella higher on the bed.  

Her gaze is glassy, but a soft smile is on her lips. “Fuck, you wrecked me.”  

“Only a little, gorgeous.” I climb on top of her and kiss her so she can taste how sweet she is. “But I will fulfill that statement in just a moment.” I settle between her legs, my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “Let me worship you, Stella.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. I rolled on a condom and then set myself at her entrance. I pushed in slowly. She stopped breathing as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  

“Breathe, baby.”  

“So big,” she gasped. I kept moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I didn’t do this with others. I was used to having it fast and rough. But with Stella, I wanted to savor it, make her feel good, brng her pleasure that she’s never had. She wasn’t just somebody. And I wasn’t sure when that changed but she is someone I wanted to hang on to.  

When I finally bottomed out, I groaned in satisfaction. “You take me so well, gorgeous.” I pump my hips slowly, relishing her heat. 

“Jermery,” she calls out, her nails digging into my back. I growled at the pain and just drove into her a little faster. “Oh God,” she cried.  

“Not God gorgeous,” I said, kissing her hard. “Come on baby, let me feel you. So hot and wet I know you can soak me.” She moaned louder as I flipped us over, so she was on top. I guided her back down onto my cock, pushing up to make her scream. I took hold of her hips and forced her down on me. Her breast bounced in front of me, and I took a nipple in my mouth.  

“I’m gonna cum,” she called out. I made her continue her pace as I let my thumb graze her clit. “Oh, fuck, Jer.” I don’t know why her calling me “Jer” made me lose my rhythm but now I was determined to have her cum all over me.  

“Let go, gorgeous.” I thrusted up into her and rubbed her clit harder.  “Ah fuck, Stel!” 

I watched her crest the peak with a silent scream as I pushed my hips up and released into the condom.  She collapsed onto me, and I caught her, twisting us so we would be on our side. Our breathing was labored but I reached to kiss her forehead. “You are a goddess.”  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sway,” she giggled.  

I stared at her, basking in her beauty. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Stay,” I said.  

“Ok,” she breathed. I pulled her into my arms and felt her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.  

My eyes blink open when the sunrise begins to filter in, bathing my room is soft yellow light. Something tickles my arm and I turn to see Stella sleeping next to me.  I smile as I remember the feeling of her body beneath me, myself buried in her. We woke three times in the night, taking each other to the brink and back. She’s a rockstar, a goddess, a fiend.  

I wanted to keep her.  

She has a wave of hair in her face, so I gently tuck it back and kiss her shoulder.  I get up, dragged on a pair of boxers and go to the bathroom. I smiled as I pull a new toothbrush from the drawer, along with a washcloth for Stella.  As I am finishing brushing my teeth, I hear a cell go off.  Shit, I didn’t want to wake her.  I rush out and stop.  

Stella is sitting up in my bed, with my shirt on, frowning at her phone as she types. “Morning, Gorgeous.”  

She looks up at me and gives me a tight smile.  “Morning.”  

It's my turn to frown. “Stel, what’s wrong?” 

She sighs. “Bret is standing on Leia’s porch.”  

“What the fuck?” That fucker is the one guy I will always be pissed at.  The way he left Leia and then never came back when he was told she was pregnant is despicable. “Why is he there?” 

“Miranda says he wants to talk to her, and Leia is telling him to leave.” Her phone buzzes and she looks down.  “Oh shit, he’s going to wait by his car until she talks to him, and Leia is freaking out.” Stella looks at me. “Can you come with me to get rid of this asshole?” 

“Let me get dressed. You can keep the shirt, gorgeous.” I wink at her as I reach for a new shirt with a smirk.  

She looks down at the shirt. “What am I going to tell Leia and Miranda?” 

“Tell them that we were working on my hip at the gym.”  I look at the clock and its 10 AM.  

“That could work.  I’m just gonna wash my face.  

“I left a toothbrush for you on the counter.”  She passes me and I stop her. I kiss her forehead and tug her bottom lip from her teeth. “I’ll take care of him, okay?” 

“I don’t want anything to happen to Leia or the baby.”  I can see the worry in her eyes.  

“I promise nothing is going to happen, and I won’t make anything worse.” I watch her head into the bathroom, and I think about how I’m going to handle this.  He’s maybe five-ten. I’ll just talk and let my 6-2 frame do the intimating.  

And use this chance to start my apologies to Leia. 

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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 13: The Record Player Song

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter

Summary of chapter: Who are you? Who do you want me to be? Am I good at playing pretend?

Author's Note: I've had this song in mind for Tobi/Obito for about as long as I imagined him being in the fic. The song is The Record Player Song by Daisy the Great. Record Player with AJR? I don't know her. I'm using the OG iteration.

Minor content warning, perhaps, for disassociation.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I've got a record player that was made in 2014

Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green

I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees

I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The hands return tonight. She’s weightless with their touch, and yet she is reluctant. There’s such vast difference between them and herself, and it both awes and frights her, like witnessing God. Release me, she prays. Let us, they answer. But how?

The amber ring approaches from her left, laying beside her on the infinite beach of her dreams. His shadowed, undetailed body presses, and though gentle he is yearning. The figure’s sharp teeth hide until their mouth opens. Lips create shapes meant just for the dreamer, but to her ears she hears nothing. Just the waves. Just the breath of the sea.

In…

…

Out...

A body…? There were no bodies last time.

Another head rests against her shoulder in a small, affectionate rub much like that of a cat. Long bangs are not needed to hide a face with no features, and an arm crooks in the chest of his cloak like a sling, red gem slipped over a finger that dangles. He’s so relaxed, like he’s nearly ready to die in peace by her right side.

Ghostly vocals drift above the sea, phantoms that speak from behind, saying something that is supposed to be her name but is not. They’re distant but getting closer. They sound urgent, they sound lost.

In the depths of siren calls and caresses, a movement of her own is finally forced. Her head is tilted back by the skull, one hand cupping each cheek. It keeps her still, a thumb trailing down her skin from temple to chin, pulling it underneath its print, making her lips part to feel the mouth that weeps her melodies. The stranger doesn’t see the man himself, much as the others, but she does see his form: large, jagged spikes against the sky so pale and wispy. Though it wasn’t felt in the dream before, it is known that he was standing behind her the whole time.

Her eyes squint, the weight of a bright world so blinding. The water draws closer.

In…

“Takara-chan!”

Out the dreamer screams, an orange swirl filling her vision. Against her nest of blankets the woman writhes but only traps herself in deeper among the pillows and fabric. In her panic, there’s no choice but to shove off whatever is on top of her. The intruder flies across the room, far further than her strength could have caused, and she has a second to get her bearings with each heavy breath she catches back.

Against the attic wall, her house guest is still. What? There’s no way she knocked him out...right?! She feels a furrow in her brow until he sits straight up like a puppet on strings.

“Oh, goodness me! Takara-chan is easy to scare when she’s asleep, huh?”

Oh.

Right.

It’s this guy.

With no other choice, she blinks away her pride until her lids hurt and she can manage to apologize. “I— geez, I’m sorry!” Concern hits as she sits up herself, adjusting her frilled pajama collar so it no longer twists. “Is everything okay?!”

“Okay?!” he repeats, sounding like the end of the world, throwing his head forward. “How can it be okay when you’re missing BREAKFAST?!”

The last word repeats dumbly back at him.

“Yes! I made you breakfast! You’re gonna love it!” A pointed pause. “...You will have it...right?”

The one thing she can’t get over— beyond the bells and whistles of his loud personality— is how hard he is to read. Is that a threat or puppy dog eyes that eyehole hides?

“I…” The ritual of breakfast hasn’t really been one. Itachi prepared food and they went and ate it. That’s it. Kisame was pretty private about chowing down and the chef himself didn’t eat very much, so everyone said thank you and went their own ways. But she decides to play ball: “What did you make?”

“Your favorite!”

She frowns. There is no memory of her saying she has a favorite breakfast. “I’m sorry, I—” A finger wag interrupts a foolish girl.

“It WILL be your favorite!” The finger draws back into a hand that solutes. “Or my name isn’t Tobi!”

Something in her gut is a bit uncomfortable, a bit like a tummy ache the first morning of school, but, well...how can she say no to that? Since day one—yesterday, to be precise— he’s been nothing but eager to please, trailing in her shadow and jumping ahead in her vision, full of nothing but questions and interruptions. It’s overwhelming, yes, but its intent does flatter. She flickers a smile of gratitude. “I’ll hold you to it.”

What a strange man, thinks the strange girl as he takes her down the stairs.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wipe my eyes and cut me off

(Wipe my eyes, I'm crying)

I'm just crying for attention

(For attention)

Wish I'd been a teenage rebel

(A teenage rebel)

Never even got detention

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Zetsu must have thought it awfully funny to tease the arrival of two and only give one, not even one of which promised. A remarkable occasion happens again, everyone present in the home gathered at the dinner table. Or at least, about to be—

“Ah, here they are.”

Itachi follows Kisame’s acknowledgment with his eyes only, the traveler nearly tripping over her feet as Tobi pulls her by the arm.

“Hey, slow down, please—!” Her plea is answered, unfortunately, immediately. She bumps into the back of him as the masked man reaches an empty chair.

“Oop?” He freezes in dramatic horror as she begins to stumble. A hand grabs her wrist and the other catches her by the back. The black-clad man couldn’t have done a better dip of a dance partner even if he tried. Her eyes go wide.

“...Oh,” she whispers, having never been held like this before. Tobi chimes down at her.

“You can’t be so reckless! You’re much too fragile for that!” Her brow furrows.

“Tobi, that goes for you too, you know,” Kisame butts in before she can question. “Your excitement is appreciated but it is also a lot—” The shark glances at her, still dangling in Tobi’s grasp. “—For starting out with.”

On a dime and her brief shriek, she’s nearly flipped upright in half a second flat. The gloved hand still holds her by the back while the other interweaves its fingers into hers, raising it beside their heads. Though frantic at first, the pause that follows allows her to study him. It’s a carved mask, almost like a vortex; it curls and caves until it reaches a black hole. Can she see his eyes—?

A thought interrupted as he spins them around in this tango in finale, pulling back her throne and making her sit between the two other Akatsuki. Kisame chuckles.

As a breakfast of messy, runny eggs is served, Itachi says not a thing.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I don't really love you

I just said that for a change of pace

I'm sorry

Sometimes I don't recognize my face

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Well, if Kisame trusts him, then it’s worth a shot, the stranger reasons.

The next week-so is spent being dragged about from “adventure” to “adventure”. It’s nearly like a summer haze daydream, the sort of thing you remember doing when you’re little, playing around with the neighbor boy.

“Come on the swing, Takara-chan!” Tobi urges, putting her on the toy and pushing her without waiting for consent. There’s no ramping up, no questions of how high: the answers are fast and up to forever.

“Tobi, that’s—” a plea interrupted and punctuated by a shriek. At first, it seems that he mistakes her screams for those of joy.

“Oh my gosh, look how high up you are! I’m so jealous!”

“Eeeeughhhhhhh!!!”

Knees pin together and hands grip for dear life as she flies through the sky. There are too many branches overhead; if she gets any higher, she will simply get concussed. The playmate has no choice but to shout down:

“Tobi, please stop!”

“I—oh?” he peeps, and for a second that mask and silence leave him totally unreadable. Is he angry? Is he upset? There’s no way to know, especially this far away, until he screams himself: “TAKARA-CHAN!”

The noble prince commits the ultimate sacrifice. As the woman swings back down from a height so grand it makes the rope slack in its bounce, he jumps into her path. “I’ll catch you!!!”

He kind of does. It mostly smacks her square into him.

The two kids rock backwards like a tumbleweed with an engine, rolling over and over and over. It’s a lifetime and a couple of scrapes and bruises later, but they do eventually fall still. Reflexively, the woman attempts to remove herself, but bizarrely finds she is stuck. A heavy breath tries to catch itself in her ear, and she finally feels ten fingertips pressed into her back.

“...Tobi?” It is undeniable now. He is holding her in place. Why? She squirms, but not hard enough as he doesn’t seem to be alerted to her soreness.

“...Hew,” the swirled face exhales. “That was a close one!” Before her mouth can open again, she feels a chin on top of her head. “At least you’re safe now.” The sincerity of this statement, as they lay curled together in the grass...is baffling, and yet...

And yet…

The thought drifts away as another day comes to pass.

“Takara-chan!”

He says her name with such affection and poise, a bouquet of roses held in both gloved hands and swung upward like an ax. Her own palms are held next to her head, having been approached abruptly and to her surprise, and the tops of her fingers bend as she begins to analyze the object shoved into her personal space.

“...Huh?”

Tobi slinks. “Wait, you don’t like flowers?! Kisame-senpai! Did you lie to me?!” A carving knife in the blue man’s grasp stills and fish eyes walk over to where the orange stands.

“No, I didn’t,” he huffs, the slightest annoyance on the back of his throat. “It’s probably that you cut those straight out of her garden.”

It’s with this statement that Tobi’s body speaks before his voice, head cocking at a sharp angle and even more of him limping lower to the ground. The traveler is silent, but not for the assumed reasons; she’s thinking again.

His gestures—...it’s like he’s a mime.

And yet more days pass.

Thump thump thump thump.

With no proper door for the makeshift bedroom of the attic, a wrist peeks above the crawlspace door and knocks its knuckles against the floor. The woman opens one eye, glancing out her single window. It is night. The panic at first dampers as the seconds go by, as she recognizes the moonlight slicking fiery color in the dark, as she moves over to lay on the old wood and lower her face towards his. Fingertips holding the edge of the “door,” this hole in her upstairs room.

“T-takara-chan…” The voice behind the mask quivers. “I-I-I can’t sleep. Can I be up here? With you?” Even at night, not one bit of his attire is retired; he is fully dressed, scarf and mask and all. He’s met with a confused hum, half asleep.

“Tobi, I—...it’s going to be darker and noisier up here,” she tries to rationalize to the man. And if anyone knows how much scarier sound gets at night when you’re in a pitch-black abandoned attic, it’s her. But he shakes his head.

“But you’re up here.”

...So she is. Can’t deny that.

“...Tobi, I…”

His hands are held to his chest, much like how she has done before when she is afraid. His face is not visible, but the emotion— the expression— he wants her to see is obvious. An inhale comes slow through her nose before she speaks her decision:

“Okay.”

He scrambles into the storage space no sooner than her permission is given, and the traveler is grateful she sat up and backed out as now arms are thrown around her. The trembling from him is...rhythmic. It reminds her of a cicada.

“I’m safe now...I’m okay with Takara-chan…”

Who is he speaking to? It’s like he’s a narrator…

“I love you, Takara-chan.”

He says it by the seventh day, whispered and airy like sweet cotton candy. She’s done nothing to deserve it. Guilt and beguilement alike wrack her heart. He has a dandelion clutched in two hands instead of a stolen bouquet.

“Tobi...I…” The two words have repeated, over and over again but never lead to anything. Two brows above the same number of worried eyes curl. He bends at the knees and tilts his chin up. The message is clear:

Say it back.

But she cannot. This is so much— too much— and none of it makes sense. “Tobi…” What can she say to this? All week he’s been attached at the hip, like she’s the first person that’s given him the time of day, the only one that has ever said so much as hello, you deserve my attention. Not only is it not good for him, but she can’t discern the origin. Why is he so childish? Desperate? Pressuring?

It’s like he’s—

It hits her, and just as it does, that’s when Tobi presses forward with his script:

“...You don’t know what it’s like to be loved...do you?” The last two words have such a tinge to them, and it confirms her suspicions. “That’s okay.” He is so still, her stare locked on that one black hole.

“I can show you.”

Instinctively, she swallows and her eyes go wide. Too close, Tobi realizes. It’s time to back off. A few steps backwards, stumbling and tripping over his own feet on purpose. “Sorry! I— oh, sorry! I’ll just—” Don’t say too much. Weed in tow, he walks without looking until he can squeeze around the corner and out of her sight.

From one performer to another, she notes how well he plays the boy next door.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I need a dictionary

Someone look me up and define me

Please remind me

Who I'm supposed to be around you

So you will do what I want you to

I'm always winning the wrong game

I don't remember my real name

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The day has finally come, perhaps for real this time, and she is nowhere to be found. As soon as the traveler saw the cloaks on the edge of her horizon, she turned tail and ran.

“Takaraaaa-chaaaaan?” the saccharine call sing-songs. The others haven’t caught on yet, more wrapped up in the zombies’ arrival than they are the sound of the back door knocking shut. “Oh?”

A hand grabs the end of a green scarf as he passes a thick bramble of berries, the woman’s knees to her chest. He almost walked past. Maybe she should have let him. Her gut said no.

If someone can save her, it’s him.

“Takara-chan!” Tobi has repeated her name over and over and over again, and each time before she has at least shifted expression, gifted her recognition of his excitement. Now, however, almost like his disguise, her face doesn’t change at all, not even as he lowers himself to her level, holding his knees and getting right in her space. “Takara-chan, you gotta come back with me! Hidan and Kakuzu just came to see you!”

Hollow eyes, unblinking, stare up at him. How interesting. He cocks his head.

“Aren’t...you...excited?” After all, she was when the woman assumed Tobi was her old friends. Those eyes bore into him, and slowly, lips part. It is only now, perhaps, that it is clear that she is so tense she is afraid to move.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A question returned from the depths of her soul. The concealment of his tilts the other direction. “Huh?” But he heard what she said, and she knows it. Tobi is, after all, a caricature of herself.

“I’m afraid,” she explains, under her breath. It sounds calm but it is merely frozen. “That I’m losing myself.”

Tobi says nothing. The black hole gapes at her. She repeats herself, if only for emphasis:

“Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you tired of performing?”

…

…

…

An accusation of this caliber warrants a response. He must speak back.

“...I don’t know what you mean, Takara-chan,” he lies in a calculated cadence.

But the performer understands how hard it is to just stop, so she talks under a correct assumption: that he knows very well. “I can’t always tell what face I’m wearing, you know?” A confession, deeper and uglier than any love she could deserve. “How I’m supposed to act.”

Her words tumble one after the other, invisible masks slipping through palms she raises, staring so intensely at. If she stares at them hard enough, will her hands bleed? Will they show the real face they’re hiding from her?

“Who likes what. Who hates who. If-...if I take time to think, people get mad,” she confesses her greatest weakness. It is one that has existed long before the Akatsuki, since the moment the curse of consciousness entered her brain and told her she is bad, bad, bad.

“If I respond before thinking, I say the wrong thing, and people still get mad!” There are going to be so many balls to juggle now, one person to throw up in the air just to catch another. The more people there are, the less time she has to think. The less time she has to think, the more she will fuck up. If you miss one ball, the others will fall.

From one clown to another, how do you do it?

Existing is exhausting, especially when stakes are so high. Her head throws up to look at him, eyes nearly blinded with gobs of tears. They still do not blink, as if they deserve to sting.

“And it’s just so goddamn PATHETIC that I can’t figure out which one to wear for you!”

She’s not a liar, no. Just a people pleaser. That’s most certainly a worse thing to be. She needs advice and she needs it NOW.

“Everyone is so different...and they’re all counting on me to be happy. For me to keep the peace. Tobi...I…” As her throat chokes, she tries to gesture much like he does, much like Tobi needs to when he can’t express with his face. Her arms fling like the fool is trying to guide him into her heart. Help me. Help me. “How can I manage all that?!”

A desperate plea has no easy answer. Slowly, the man drops from his kneel until he joins her on the dirty forest floor. So curious he has been about the newcomer, about her spell. Each prod, each step in this dance, they’ve both just been circling around each other, trying to find the right pace, the right words, the right time. Are they waiting for the other to stumble in this ballet, or has he been enjoying a worthy partner? Who is she…? How did she get here, how can she bring the worst of men under her thumb? She claims she has failed to allude him, and yet, perhaps, the woman is more of a master of the masquerade than he.

If she can lie to herself so well, too.

He should have known all along. He should have recognized the traits he sees in himself. Perhaps it does not matter how on purpose her charm is. In the end, she is just a lost stranger with a bleeding heart, and others around her are starved of love. That’s a lot of responsibility for one girl, regardless of how keenly aware she is of the precarious sword she balances across the tip of. Maybe even more so.

It’s harder to keep going forward if someone tells you don’t look down.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, so quietly as to not betray his real voice. “I’m sorry.”

The masked man wants to speak stronger, so painfully much about a chord struck so loudly that it echoes in his empty soul, but his words must be reserved. If he does it now, they will arrive deep and hollow, and it is not yet the time for him to change his face for her. Perhaps in time, but not now. Even if there is knowledge his is fake, the other performer in their theater of two does not know what is real.

So only in secret, behind the swirl, is he actually another human being, reaching his hand for hers to take.

She doesn’t know the partner in her duet. Not at all. But she knows who he wants her to think he is, and that’s so much they already have in common, so much that can be relied upon.

An audience can only suspend their belief for so long; she cannot hide here forever. The situation will still exist, the dynamics will still need appeasing, failure and success alike will always come, hand in hand. Their fingers interlock as two neighbor kids end playtime, their secret real lives, going back home to names that are not their own. The prince can pretend he rescued the princess, twigs still stuck in their hair to prove it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sometimes, I think all I'm ever doing is

Trying to convince myself I'm alive

Sometimes, I think all I'm ever doing is

Trying to convince myself I'm alive

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[aajjks]

dress: https://pin.it/8z5CySQ2M

what’s our sexy daddy looking like? 😋

DHP!JK

“i have to pee on the stick” you say as you open the box. you give jungkook a look to give you some privacy but he insists on staying by your side. plus, it’s not like he hasn’t been in the bathroom with you on toilet before. you do your business on the toilet and dip each test inside the toilet bowl before waiting for the results. “two lines means i’m pregnant. one line—,” before you can finish, one of the tests show two pink lines. then another and another until all five tests have two pink lines in the blank oval space.

“n-no way” you gasp as you show jungkook the tests. tears fill your eyes as you jump into jungkook’s arms. “we’re pregnant, baby!!! we’re having a—we’re gonna have a baby! oh my gosh” you cry as take a moment to catch your breath while jungkook savors the moment by taking a picture of each test. jungkook wipes his teary eyes before pulling you into a passionate kiss. you laugh “ew, are you crazy?? i just threw up” so jungkook just kisses your teary cheek instead.

after an emotional moment in the bathroom, you take the nausea medicine and allow jungkook to pick out a dress for you to wear to the wedding. once you feel a little better, jungkook helps you get dressed. he lathers you in your favorite lotion, helps put your dress and heels on, but he lets you style your hair (https://pin.it/ANq38SWsr).

“babe? can i ask you something?” you ask as you help jungkook with his tie. “can…can we keep this a secret? i don’t want everyone knowing just yet”

~🫧

You have made him a daddy. And he’s so happy.

He’s so happy that he can barely contain himself and he understands that you want to keep this a secret for now because yeah a lot is going on right now.

He doesn’t mind your pregnancy being a secret for now. “Okay baby.. we will keep it a secret but only for a few months because you know I can’t keep it in for long.” he doesn’t want to hide the fact that you’re actually carrying his baby now

“ you know, I’m actually curious about when I knocked you up.. which time was it?” he thinks hard as you finish setting his tie.

You blush furiously and that makes you look even more beautiful because you actually look really hot right now wearing his favorite dress that he chose for you a few days ago.

“Ahhh you look so pretty baby.” he cannot help but lean in to steal a kiss from your lips. “ Promise I didn’t mess up your make up.. but I might end up doing it because you look so hot.

He’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do. He just wants to bang his head against the wall so it finally feels like that this is really his reality now.

This feels like a dream.

“Oh yn I am so happy thank you so much for making me daddy!!!? I love you. I love you. I love you.” Jungkook pulls you in for a hug.

“I can’t believe that us three are going to a wedding together!” He runs your flat belly. “Ahhhh I’m so happy how am I gonna keep my mouth shut..”

Best part is that you feel a lot better now thanks to the medicine and you are actually radiating ever since you found out that you are pregnant

He knows that you always wanted to be a mother and this is the perfect timing.

“Yn let’s go baby.”

•••

The venue is beautiful

Everything about it is actually beyond gorgeous and he’s just really happy to be here with you as his arm rests on your waist.

He cannot wait for your wedding one day as soon as you both walk into the venue because he has the best man after all so you’re a bit early.

“HEY MAN! Thank God you’re here!” His friends, surround the both of you. Jungkook is actually a smiling mess. He’s pretty sure that his cheeks are red right now.

“Eunwoos right inside that room! Hey yn.. look at you?!” he typically doesn’t feel jealous of his friends, complementing her beauty because the fact is that you are gorgeous

And he loves showing you off.

“I know. I’m pretty sure that my girl is the most beautiful out of all of them no offense.” He kisses your cheek. “Baby you feel okay? I just gotta make sure that he is fine and then I’m gonna come back to you OK?” He whispers in your ear.

Jungkook is so happy, this is a perfect night.

This night is actually perfect.

“Oh look.. the girls are looking over here. Maybe you should go and mingle with them until I get done with him?”

“YN HEYYY! Let’s go meet the bride! You look gorgeous!”

^^HIM

[steddieficrecs]

Best of Steddie

10/?

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We'll Know for the First Time by KikiZ

“Hey,” Steve’s smile is soft, tentative. “Heard you were having a party over here.”

“What are you…” Eddie swallows hard, mouth dry. He wishes every teacher that ever told him he talked too much could see him now.

“I was hoping that invitation still stood,” his eyes are drilling into Eddie’s and he can’t explain why he needs this so much, but he does. Every beat of his heart is begging Eddie to open the door, to let him in.

There’s a beat, a catch of their eyes and Eddie shifts, pushes the door open wide, whispers, “of course,” whispers, “always.” His heart is in his throat, he can’t pull his eyes away as Steve steps in, crowding him so close they share a breath. He can feel Steve’s gravity pulling him in and he’s never wanted to collapse so badly.

OR: Eddie gets to have a good life.

Hurt/Comfort | Fix-It | Slow Burn

Saving All My Love For You by subtlehysteria

It was decided then and there in the Buckley residence’s lounge, on their weird Persian carpet while staring up at the off-white ceiling and Robin giggling at his side. He was going to rock Steve Harrington’s platonic world, man. And nothing was going to get in his way.

Or... Eddie notices Steve struggles with touch and in trying to help his new friend, develops feelings along the way

Touch-Starved Steve Harrington | Soft Eddie Munson | Idiots in Love

Ten Long Years by Blink23

It’s addressed to Edward Munson, but the preprinted Hawkins High address makes Steve flip it over and break the seal with his finger, knowing Eddie won’t care. It’s probably some sort of fundraising thing; they need a new gym, last he heard from Joyce, and had been annoyingly trying to get money from everyone in the town.

That's not what it is at all, and Steve has to read it twice to make sure he hasn't lost his mind.

 

Hawkins High Class of ‘86 Reunion!

 

Steve snorts.

 

Please join your fellow Tigers for a day of fun and reminiscing after ten long years.

 

It’s the last thing he wants.

Future Fic | Established Relationship | Kid Fic

Broken House Behind Me and Good Things Ahead by lichtbringer (percyinpanties)

“Steve… Stevie.” Eddie mumbles, shaking Steve's shoulder.

It takes Steve far too long to blink his eyes open, and when he does, it's to find Eddie, still rumpled from sleep, looking down at him with red cheeks and a sheepish smile.

“Huh?” Steve asks, raising his head from where it was nestled against Eddie.

“As much as I’m loving you all over me, sweetheart.” Eddie teases and Steve blinks at him, still struggling to process the words. “You’re gonna have to let me go for a minute.”

It takes Steve another moment, and then the realisation sinks in. Well, fuck. He fell back asleep, didn’t he? And now Eddie is awake and Steve is going to have to deal with the motifying ordeal of apologising for wrapping around the guy like a clingy octopus.

Even after Vecna's defeat and the charges against him being officially dropped, the people of Hawkins are far too willing to buy into the idea of the supposed satanic powers of Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

Tensions spike and Eddie finally does what he should have all along: he leaves Hawkins behind - he just didn't except to do so with Steve by his side.

Meanwhile, Steve finally gets the push he needs to understand what he is feeling.

Road Trips | Slow Burn | Fluff

Roll For Befriending Cheerleaders by PhenomenalWoman

“Uh, you okay?”

Chrissy jerks under the sink, head banging against the porcelain hard enough to rattle her skull.

Eddie Munson stands in the doorway, hands tucked in his armpits like he isn’t sure what to do with them. He stares at her for maybe half a second before his gaze darts to the graffitied wall.

Chrissy gapes up at him, his frame mostly a blur of shaggy hair and denim, before reality hits her and she scrambles out from under the sink, knees shaky and locked up from being tucked under for so long. “What are you doing in the girl’s bathroom?” She demands, swiping at her face like he hasn’t already seen her in what is quite possibly the lowest moment of her life.

Hey, at least it wasn’t with her fingers down her throat.

Eddie rocks on his feet, still avoiding her gaze, “I don’t have a good answer for that seeing as how this is the men’s bathroom.”

Chrissy feels the urge to gag again.

Something in the corner catches her eye.

A fucking urinal.

AU - No Vecna | Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson