#it hits so hard you have to take ibuprofen

[eloise175]

Live reaction of chapter 145 brought to you by yours truly on one half working neuron ✨ (some spoilers here and there from upcoming chapters so beware!)

Penelope looks so sickly, the bags under her eyes are so unsettling, no wonder Callisto lost it and tried to drag her to the palace when he took notice of her condition

She stayed up all night overthinking and couldn’t catch a moment of sleep after confirming her suspicions that Ivonne is indeed the Laila and she wasn’t mistaken on Soleil…she is exhausted and ready to give up, free my girl she went through enough 😭

I didn’t think it would be possible but her wrists are even thinner than last time…PENELOPE GET BEHIND ME. I’ll protect you from these stinky men eugh🤺🤺🤺

Callisto tends to be really headstrong and protective when it comes to Penelope, but despite being very over the top on different occasions he was not exaggerating with this one. He had a good reason to lose it *sobbing*

like. her wrist are shaped like scrawny twigs 😭 Penelope I love you, but please eat

FEAR NOT CALLISTO IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY 🗣️🦅

I really like that she actually called Callisto by name instead of his title again, this is the first time she calls him by name out loud 🥹

And it’s always his golden hair that she notices first, she’s so real for that. Penelope probably has a hidden fantasy of running her fingers through his hair, who wouldn’t tbh

AUGH he looks so soft here, I cannot comprehend how Penelope managed to restrain herself from yanking him down and kissing him, in her place I would’ve done that a looong time ago

It’s this scene from chapter 161 of the novel, I can’t believe we’ve come this far, this scene is finally getting illustrated. Still feels like a fever dream 😭😭

Snippet from novel chapter 161:

Arm still covering my eyes, I called irritably, "I said to let no one in."

"Does that include a member of the imperial family?"

The voice belonged to someone I hadn't been expecting to hear. I quickly lowered my arm, the sudden light stinging my eyes. I could make out his luxurious golden hair and ruby-red eyes, even as my vision blurred, trying to adjust.

"Callisto?"

I wondered if I was dreaming as I stared blankly up at the man in front of me. His ruby eyes suddenly darted downwards until they were much closer to my face, and his golden hair was tickling my forehead.

He scrunched up his nose, "I can't have you waking up already. I haven't even kissed you yet." His laughing baritone was loud and clear thanks to our close proximity and his words jolted me to attention.

I will print this panel and plaster it on my wall so it can be the first thing I see when I wake up. Father and mother are back to serve us the most delicious, toe-curling, gut-wrenching angst

There’s a certain appeal in knowing we’ll get Callisto ins shambles in the next chapter. He will be so angry too, can’t wait for his new range of expressions, Suol is going so hard with these last few chapters, literally feeding us with masterpiece after masterpiece ✨🤭

Y’all better get your ibuprofen ready because we’re suffering from now on, and it’s only suffering, hurt no comfort type of thing. The coming of age scene where Penelope collapsed will be in about 7/8 chapters at most so we’ll be served angst continuously ✨🫶

[muzanswaifu]

Out of Options

Sugardaddy!Toji x Fem!Reader

18+

You needed money. He wanted free use. You weren't past making an exchange... until he started to get cheap. What else was a girl to do?

5k Words

Big thank you to my beta readers @mistymuichiro & @thosestarry-nights & @mrskokushibo !!!

Sfw Warnings: Sugar Daddy Toji, Sugar Baby Reader, Themes of prostitution, Angst, Bad Communication, Toxic Relationships, Creepy Old Men, Misogyny, Toxic Work Environment, Jealousy

Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Hints of Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral Sex (fem! receiving), Cunnilingus, Squirting

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The wooden frame of the bed slammed viciously into the thin walls of the motel bedroom, the withered coat of eggshell white chipping away with the ruthless collision, likely cracking the wood as well. The hellish creaking burned into your ears, scratching at the back of your brain and preventing any chance of relaxing in the moment. You’d had a shitty day, and the fact that this wasn’t even the worst of it was almost sad.

Work was exhausting, stupid old men yelling at you all day that you couldn’t do your job and the lead physician not doing a thing to stop them. Not to mention that you were in charge of most of the side work all day, replacing the instruments and utensils, emptying trash bins, cleaning out inpatient rooms, none of which was given to any of the newer technicians. You were good at what you did. You studied hard in school, you perfected all of your residency, you had astounding references. Your only flaw? Your gender. You were one of the only females in your department - hell - in the entire building. Most either quit or moved to different hospitals, entirely due to the terrible environment. None of your peers or superiors or inferiors respected you. You were always stuck with the dirty, side work while the others got to do what your job actually entailed, and the rare occurrences when you did get the opportunity to work with patients, they were always abusive to you. It was hell.

But what other choice did you have?

All the other openings at other hospitals were either filled or about to be. No other fields or retail jobs made enough pay. You didn’t have near enough money or grounds to seek out legal help. You were stuck. You were desperate for money. You were out of options.

You had family to take care of - two brothers, a sister, your mother. Dad died years ago in a car accident. Mom was already working overtime with two jobs, barely making ends meet. Rent, insurance, taxes, student loans, car payments, groceries, clothing, hospital bills, schooling, existing. It all cost money. So much money. It felt like you were suffocating. You were out of options.

Finally the creaking stopped. You back was already sore beyond belief and your legs numb. Your knees were probably bruised, too. Damn, you could go for some marble cheesecake right now. Your nose scrunched as you smelt the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, you lungs burning from the second hand nicotine.

“Here.”

A wad of cash fell across your back, the paper crunchy and bent. You groaned as you rose up, stretching your back out and hissing at how tight you were. How much was ibuprofen again?

You flicked through the money, your brow furrowing when you shuffled across the last layer.

“This isn’t enough,” you countered.

The end of his cigarette burned gold. He stood in front of the window, brushing away the curtain to peer outside as he took a drawl. He was still naked and didn’t seem in a rush to dress himself.

“It’d be more if ya didn’t make me wear a condom.”

You scowled but kept silent, fidgeting at the sides of your panties where he tied the damn things. The latex was knotted tight with each used rubber, five in total today. It’d be easier to just throw the whole pair away.

He took another hit.

“Won’t make our date on Saturday,” he mumbled, “got plans.”

You were already redressing yourself, desperate to get out of there and get going. Shower. Eat. Jerk off. Go to sleep. There were only so many hours in a day and you still had work in the morning.

You sighed, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He chuckled softly to himself. “How’s work.”

“Bye, Toji.”

The store wasn’t all that crowded surprisingly. It was Thursday afternoon, but people tended to not follow norms around here when it came to scheduling. They were out of marble cheesecake so you had to get turtle. It was too sweet in your opinion.

Everyone was asleep when you got home, but you were grateful for the privacy. Mom was still at work.

You locked your door and ruffled through your bottom drawer, fetching out your vibrator. The fan in your room was loud so nobody could hear it anyway. God, you were tired.

You never thought of anything particular when you were trying to get off, it honestly depended on the day. Sometimes you thought about getting eaten out slowly by a fireplace. Sometimes you thought about getting dicked down in a dark alley. No matter the scenario, there was only one similarity. You never imagined anyone in particular. You couldn’t put a face to the man. He was big, muscular, strong. You felt safe yet thrilled underneath him. But you couldn’t see him, if that made any sense.

Your sex drive had always been high. Ever since puberty you were antsy and pent up, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to date. Your first boyfriend was overwhelmed with how needy you were, and the moment you sensed his rejection, your attraction to him plummeted. You needed to feel secure before you felt horny. Were you demisexual? Maybe. You weren’t sure and hardly had time to find yourself.

You tried to find another partner again in your third year of college. There was a party at a local bar, and your friends hyped you up to go. You were both drunk, him more than you. He had whiskey dick. You didn’t feel comfortable. You left relatively quickly after calling him an uber. Failed again.

You didn’t try again after that.

You were fine keeping to yourself. You had your own assortment of toys awaiting you in your room. And work only solidified your hatred of the male species. You likely would’ve remained celibate forever if you hadn’t run into Toji.

You had just gotten off work, walking through the subway to catch the next train. Your engine was busted so your car was in the shop. Not many people were around, and the ones that were left after a while since it was taking too long. But you were too tired to walk so you stayed. The sketchy figures in the back didn’t seem like a big deal at the time. Finally the train came and you got on, only about six people onboard. The man a couple feet down on the bench smelt like burnt flesh. He had a cigar in his mouth despite the no smoking sign. Whatever, it wasn’t any of your business. Your left side was occupied, surprisingly, despite the abundance of free seats. This man was close, too close. Two others gathered in front of you. 

“Where ya headed to baby?

“Yeah, yeah, you need some company?“

“We’ll treat ya real nice.”

You tried to ignore their taunts, keeping your eyes down and trying to appear as small as possible. You immediately noticed when a knife was drawn.

“We’re tryna talk to you, bitch.”

The blade nicked the bottom of your jaw, your blood running cold.

“Yer makin’ too much ruckus over there.”

Everyone slowly turned to look at who spoke. The man looked without a care in the world.

“Didn’t fuckin’ ask you, now did I old man?” The knife was now pointed to him.

He drew a long sigh and took out his blunt, pressing the lit end into the seat, the plastic screaming in agony.

You don’t really remember the rest of the conversation. Everything was a blur. Words were said. Punches were thrown. Bones were shattered. The man with the cigarette hardly got up from his seat, really. The next thing you knew he was sat back down and the others were lying on the floor, knocked out. You shifted your feet away so they didn’t get near the bodies.

Awkwardly, you tried to thank him, offer him what little you had in your pocket, mostly out of fear. You didn’t want to get on the bad side of someone who could so easily hurt people, and you didn’t want to appear ungrateful. Based on the scar that tore into his mouth, he’d seen his fair share of violence. He turned it down. You offered to buy him food. He turned it down. Medical care to clean his fists? He turned it down. You were out of options. Was there anything you could offer him? His answer still burned in your mind.

“You wanna fuck?”

The money afterward was unexpected. You woke up sore and broken, your thighs burning and covered in bruises. He was long gone, in his place a wad of cash that made your eyes bulge. Did he think you were a hooker? You weren’t sure. The sex wasn’t bad. You didn’t get off, but he obviously knew what he was doing. It felt nice. You felt safe.

Your next meeting, he found you walking the streets. Money in hand, stinking of booze. Wagging a room key in your face and giving you an address to go to if you need some money. Maybe he thought you were someone else. You didn’t care. You needed money and didn’t mind the sex. You were always wet enough to be comfortable for a decent amount of time, but it would hurt more after each round. You wish he didn’t last so long. Or for so many rounds. You wondered if he was even human. More money.

You had a couple rules for your… relationship. No kissing. No oral (for either of you). No raw contact or cumming on your body. No telling. You didn’t need a reputation.

He paid based on what he felt like paying you, but he was never stingy so you didn’t mind. Until lately.

He wasn’t paying as much as he used to. He didn’t seem to be enjoying himself as much. Maybe he was getting bored. You were worried.

You needed the money. You always needed money. And this wasn’t paying like it used to. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew what you had to do.

You needed another outlet.

It was going to be hard to find one. You were essentially selling your body, but you still had standards. You refused to sleep with anyone who you didn’t find attractive, anyone who was married, anyone dangerous. Your work was cut out for you.

And since you were now free on Saturday, you would go out then.

You put your siblings to bed early, double checking with mom that she’d be out until early morning. You dressed nice but not too nice. Hot but not too hot. It was a fine line you were walking, and you absolutely were not going to cross it.

The bar in the popular part of the city was going to be the number one spot for rich bachelors. You never went there yourself because it was so expensive and uptight, but you were looking to get drinks anyway. You didn’t have to wait long before you had a drink in front of you, courtesy of a gentleman sitting in a booth in the back. He was too old for you but you smiled at him. The others came quickly. You had the bartender sneak most of them into the sink. You couldn’t get drunk and most of these men you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. It was starting to get late. You didn’t spot anyone worth your while.

“This seat taken?”

You whipped around to your right, surprised to see a young man - no - someone your age in here. Not to mention attractive. You shook your head, trying to cover your own shock.

“Not a lot of… not… old guys in here, am I right?” He laughed, nodding toward the tables of older gentleman. Most were fifty or so. You felt gross now realizing how many were staring at you.

You laughed back nervously, “Yeah…”

“What brings you here?” He asked innocently, “Not that you don’t belong here! You just look… I don’t know - uncomfortable?”

You cringed. Did you look uncomfortable? 

“Yeah, sorry. Just… hanging around, I suppose,” you offered. He was too cute now. You couldn’t bring yourself to take his money even if you wanted to. 

He smiled. “Same here. I thought this place was going to be fun, but there’s not a lot to do.” He looked around. “Most of these guys are talkin’ business.” Looking around yourself, you realized he was right. Most of them were meeting up with business partners whiles others were trying to make business partners. Some looked pretty shady. You were getting more nervous by the minute.

“I-I have to go,” you mumbled quickly, getting up from your seat end creeping toward the door. He was surprised. “Uh, by-”

You bumped into something, stumbling back into the bar. 

“Oi, you should watch where you’r-”

You gasped.

The music got louder. The air felt heavy. His eyes looked dark.

The corners of his mouth tugged down and his eyes narrowed. Sweat condensed on your brow.

“What are you doing here?” He growled, his stature big and menacing. His green eyes bore into you sharply.

“I-I-I-”

“Hey-” The boy from before was back. “Are you okay?” He looked to Toji and frowned.

“This guy bothering you?” He asked, all too naive. You gently pushed him back. You could see Toji about to pounce. 

You pushed him back a little harder when he didn’t get the hint. “No, it’s fine, man,” you told him, “just go.”

He gave you another concerned look, but left when you gave him a stern one. You felt bad. He seemed nice.

Much to your disappointment, the other man you were dealing with didn’t just vanish into thin air. You sighed. “I was just about to leave, anyway.” You tried to step past him. He didn’t let you, his wide torso stepping in front of you. His smirk made your skin crawl.

“Let’s talk.”

You weren’t given the option to deny him as he stole you away, a large fist grabbing you arm far too harshly. He pulled you through the exit, dragging you down the crowded street. Any struggle you made was met with a firm tug, his grip getting tighter and tighter. You were definitely going to bruise.

When you’d rounded lone alleyway between the buildings, he’d pressed you against the wall, the grainy texture of the brick scratching your skin.

“What the fuck was that about, huh?” He hissed, his teeth sharp and burning white.

“You fucking around? You screw any of those fuckers?” He’d never been so angry with you before. He’d never been angry with you, period. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“N-no!” you argued, “Toji, no. What the hell - what are you doing here?” When he gave no answer, his eyes still glaring, you continued.

“You said you were busy today…”

No answer.

“I can spend my free time wherever I want.”

No. Answer. Your eyes glazed over, and you turned away from him.

“I… needed money…”

With that he seemed to let up.

“Money?” He scoffed. “This how you get money now? What the fuck happened to your job?”

“Nothing… I just needed more.” You bit your lip. “Your’s isn’t enough.”

“What do you mean mine isn’t enough?” He barked. He wrapped his hand under you jaw, his palm grasping your pulse.

“I told you I’d give you more if you let me screw you raw. Didn’t I?”

You swallowed thickly, tears clinging to your eyelashes.

You looked back at him with fear in your eyes, his hand slowly closing around your neck. His expression softened ever so slightly as he realized he was scaring you.

He released you with a huff and walked a few steps away, running a hand down his face.

“What’s the issue? STDs? Birth control? I’m clean, and I’ll get you pills-”

“No!”

He looked at you surprised. You calmed yourself down and rubbed your arms, suddenly feeling the chill of the air.

“Toji…,” you began, “we’re… not together. You have your fun, I get paid - that’s all we do.” You looked up at him softly. “I need more than what you’re giving me.”

His eyes narrowed. “You saying you don’t have fun.”

You bit your lip and looked away. He scowled. Wrong answer.

He took wide strides forward, cornering you against the wall yet again, this time with his hands on either side of your head, forcing you to face him.

“You saying you don’t love it when I fuck you? That your cunt doesn’t fuckin’ love my cock?

You frowned back at him.

“You tell me.”

His mouth thinned.

It was no secret that you didn’t come when you two fucked. It’s not like he was trying either. You always prepped yourself beforehand, lubing yourself up and stretching yourself out so he didn’t hurt you. And during your escapades, he always just pulled his dick out and got to it. He never touched you more than necessary, never tried to feel you up or grope around. His only goal was to get himself off. And you were fine with that. So long as he paid you.

His eyes looked at you softly, he almost looked guilty, but you knew him better than that. You sighed and pushed away from him.

“It’s late… I gotta go hom-”

He grabbed your wrist, squeezing tight.

You looked down at it, his hand engulfing your arm, his fingers and knuckles all too big for you. His nails dug into your skin and he pulled you back. You couldn't walk away if you wanted to. You were trapped. You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be mad, but you couldn't find it in yourself.

He leaned in, his eyes soft yet cold.

You flinched, his lips connecting with the side of your neck. He was rough, his mouth moving against your flesh in a sloppy kiss. His tongue flicked across your neck, and his teeth tugged at your skin. He was hungry. Always hungry. You pushed your free hand against him. He ignored it.

His free hand snaked up to the underside of your breast, the other dropping to your hip, his palm resting on the bone. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin where your chest spilled out. You felt conflicted.

He bit you harshly, drawing blood. Your eyes widened and you hissed.

“So that’s what this was all about, huh?” He rasped, his bottom lip resting on your skin, his breath hot.

“Little girl not cumming like she wants to?”

You pushed his face away and groaned.

“As if you’ve ever gotten me off? I’m leaving.”

You went to move, but he kept his grip tight. He grabbed the other wrist as well. He squeezed hard, forcing you to gasp. He smirked.

“You’re this stubborn you’ve forgotten how to ask for things? You had me worried there. Thought you were tryna end things for real.”

Your face flushed in anger and embarrassment. You yanked your arms away but he didn't let go. You tugged once, twice, three times - he didn't let go. You yelped as he tugged back, forcing you to stumble and fall against him. He pressed his hips against yours, his groin digging into your stomach. You grunted at the pressure, your toes curling at the contact. He was hard already, his cock throbbing against your navel.

He pinned your arms over your head, his weight forcing you up against the wall, his mouth looming over yours. You turned your head to the side. He couldn’t kiss you, that was against the rules. His hot breath fell down your cheek and neck.

He leaned in again and you turned away.

He was hungry. Always hungry.

He leaned in again. And again.

You whimpered softly and groaned. Your heart throbbed.

You swallowed thickly as he leaned in again, your chest heaving, his lips brushing against your jaw. You shook your head weakly. He huffed, a deep, almost animalistic rumble leaving his chest.

You whined and shut your eyes.

His tongue smoothed over your jawline, his hand finally letting go of you.

You placed a hand on his shoulder but didn't push him away. He was too strong, anyway.

He grunted and ran his fingers through your hair, grasping a handful and pulling your head back. You whined, the sound only encouraging him to continue, your hair tightening in his fist. He pushed his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your pelvis, the fabric of your skirt doing nothing to stop the feeling.

“C’mon sweetheart, Don’tcha wanna feel good?” He cooed.

He forced you into the wall once more, his free hand moving down to your thigh, squeezing the skin just under your knee. He pulled your leg up, wrapping it over his hip, his bulge rubbing your heat. A chuckle rose deep within his throat, and he licked at your ear.

“Ugh, Toji, stop it! You’re being annoying,” you complained, despite the thrill lacing up your spine. He laughed.

“Don’t lie,” the man crooned. “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll be beggin’ me to fuck ya.” 

Your cowered away. “Wha-” Umph.

You couldn’t finish as you we dropped onto a hard surface, a mixture of both brick and stale dirt. Looking up, dead branches and deader leaves filled your vision. The alley way had led to a smaller subsection of the street, a lone crevice in the city district that was long abandoned and withering away. Your dress was smushed into the dirt of the old dirt bowl that was in the center of the small courtyard, the tree taking root twisted and weak. It almost seemed pitifully metaphorical to your current situation.

A scheming hand slithered up your thigh, scrunching back your crinkled skirt and hiking it around your hips, your lacey g-string fully exposed.

“Fuck,” Toji moaned, licking his lips, “You were definitely looking to get fucked tonight.”

“No I wasn’t!” You countered nervously, trying to press your thighs together to hide yourself. Despite being in an abandoned area, you were still in a public space and didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Much less be here for the long duration it took him to be satisfied. But this time felt a bit different. He was taking his time, touching you more, teasing. He usually got straight to business and had his fly down by now, but instead it was you who was being undressed, his big, warm hands encompassing your thighs and groping them. He was trying to break another rule, you could feel it. He had a devious look in his eye. He smiled at you.

“How much to touch your pussy?”

You were taken aback by the question, squeezing your thighs even tighter.

“Wha- that’s off limits!”

“No, no,” he insisted, “everything’s got a price, baby. What’s yours?”

He couldn’t possibly be serious. You’d never seen him so adamant to give you pleasure, much less offer money for it. From your experience, men were hesitant to do anything besides receive, convincing themselves that woman adored pleasing them. And the rare moment when they did touch a girl, it was always careless and short-lived, the only real goal to get them wet enough to be a slippery hole. You weren’t in the mood to be disappointed.

“Thirty thousand yen? Forty?”

“Not interested.”

“More?”

“No.”

He leered.

“Three. Hundred. Thousand.”

Your eyes bulged. Mouth gaping.

“Th-thats…”

“Going once,” he announced. “Going twice!” Don’t let him get to three.

You could get a new computer with that, replace your old busted one that had lost half the keys and took fifty years to load.

“Going-”

“I’ll do it!” You gasped, defeated. “I’ll do it…”

His paws squeezed your thighs, drifting up the insides and gently prying them apart. You hardly fought him when you realized that was the only way you were going to get the money. New computer. New computer. You tried to focus on the positives.

Toji pressed his cheek into your inner thigh, kissing your skin softly. You shivered at the feeling of his soft lips brushing your flesh. He moved up your leg, placing his hands on each side of your panties and tugging them down, your skin glistening with sweat as he pulled the cloth against the curves of your flesh. He pulled your legs apart further and licked a long stripe up your skin. the wetness cold on your overheated flesh. You clenched your teeth. You were on the verge of telling him the deal was off, but his tongue brushed against your core and you could no longer find the words. He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin of your thighs, leaving marks in his wake.

Your core throbbed.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the pot, your body lying at an awkward angle, the base of your spine aching.

Toji pressed a thumb against your slit, dragging it across your folds and collecting your slick on the pad. You shuddered.

He ran the pad of his thumb across your clit, rubbing slow circles into the bundle of nerves. You gripped his hair with one hand, tugging it hard, his muffled groan tickling your core. His finger slipped between your folds, easily entering your wet hole, his finger much bigger than your own. You grunted at the intrusion, the thick digit stretching your inner walls, his knuckle pressing against your clit as he bottomed out inside of you. He wiggled his finger, stretching your walls before pumping his finger in and out of your cunt, dragging out every little noise he could from your mouth.

He pulled you closer to the edge of your seat, your legs dangling in the air as he sat between your thighs, your hands digging into the dirt beneath you for support.

His finger moved slowly within you, his eyes never leaving yours, a fire burning within his emerald eyes. You grunted when he added another finger, the feeling almost too much for you. Your noises echoed briefly throughout the courtyard, bouncing off the concrete and surrounding buildings, and you were all too aware of how loud you were being. You pulled harder on his hair as the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

But you tried to keep your composure, your body still tense with the fear of your surroundings. Any moment someone could come waltzing by, see what you two were doing, your disheveled appearance, perhaps even try to take advantage. Your alarm hindered your concentration on the pleasure.

“What’s up?” You heard, turning your eyes back down to look at him. You hadn’t realized your gaze had wandered to the opening in the walls to where the city life buzzed about. He glanced over to where you were looking.

“Ain’t nobody comin’ over here. Relax,” he mumbled, his eyes getting warm again. “I’ll protect ya. Just relax.”

Your heart throbbed at the promise, warmth enveloping your body. You hesitantly let your head fall back and sighed, dropping your shoulders. His free hand moved to the hem of your skirt and pushed it up over your belly. He wanted a good view. You didn't care. You felt… safe.

His fingers picked up speed, fucking you harder as you bit your lip. His thumb moved back to your clit, rubbing circles on the swollen button. You hummed and sighed, his fingers twisting inside you. The pleasure began to build up again, boiling in your belly and tingling up your spine. And just when you got comfortable he only took it further.

Heat enveloped your clit, wet and slippery and hot like a warm bath. You gasped out, squirming around a bit and digging your nails into the roots in the ground. Looking back down, you confirmed your theory. Toji’s head was between your thighs, his mouth on your pussy and wrapped around your little bead, his fingers still working inside of you. Soft pants and whines left your mouth, your legs shaking around his head as he continued to suck at you, his tongue swirling around and prodding under the hood, leaving you slick and sensitive. Your core throbbed.

You felt a sharp pressure inside you, and then a slow stretch. You yelped. A third finger was entering you, your cunt molding around the thick digit. You writhed  again, trying to ease the ache of the intrusion. His other hand rested on your belly, gently smoothing over your skin as he ate you. His head moved side to side, tongue laving over you, his hands never stopping their movements. Oh god. It felt like you going to- to-

“Ah!,” you moaned, shaking viciously and clutching at his head, holding him in place. You were melting, you were sure of it. Everything was slipping away from you, your bones, your brain, your worries. His tongue kept lashing at you, extending your pleasure and refusing to slow down. His fingers remained pressed against your sweet spot, his other hand pushing on your belly. It was all too much, you were squealing with overstimulation. It got tighter. And tighter. And tighter. Until something popped.

All the tension broke from your body, the shocking sensations melting into something warm and fuzzy. You slowly let go of everything, all tension easing away from you and allowing for complete bliss to take over. Sweet sighs and mewls left your lips, your back lying against the dirt as you caught your breath and waited for your head and pussy to stop tingling. Another whine was pulled from you when he took his fingers and mouth away from you, unraveling your legs from his head and stepping back.

“You fallin’ asleep now?” He laughed.

You pouted and groaned. “No… jus’… gimme a sec.” Your bones were like jelly, your eyelids heavy. He cackled at you and that was the push you needed to get off your ass. He looked smitten.

“Good, right?” He crooned, wiping his mouth, “Ya fuckin’ squirted on me.”

Your face got dark and you looked to your lap, embarrassed.  

“Nothin’ to be ashamed about princess.” He assured, fishing out his wallet and shufflling through the bills. He took out a stack and threw it in your lap.

“It was hot.”

You groaned again and dug your face into your hands, trying to ignore his raspy laughing.

You jolted when you felt his breath on you, looking up and freezing. His eyes burned into you.

“Now next time, let’s work out this condom situation, alright?”

You gulped.

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Part 2 coming eventually...

[sturniolo-rat]

A Very Matt Morning 2

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

Part 1

A/N: listen, part one has exactly 15 notes rn and that’s more than I expected so I will treat you to part 2. This is the sexy part get ready, bby. Also don’t @ me because you don’t think all this can go down in 36 minutes. This piece is auto biographical if you’re a pro lots can happen in 36 minutes. This 100% isn’t proofread.

Contains: big time smut, silly goofy!matt, oral, fingering, p in v sex, lots of dialogue

TW: mentions of working an office job🤢

In which Matt wakes up y/n the right way to prep her for her big day of working at her big girl job.

Five minutes later the order confirmed and set to arrive in 36 minutes. “Just enough time to wake you up the right way” Matt whispers in y/n’s ear.

Y/n releases a frustrated groan “But I should really dressed and I have to respond to this email real quick”. She knows that even waiting for the coffee she’s cutting it close to being late.

“Hush, baby” he touches his finger to her lips. She’s being entirely too reasonable right now but Matt knows what she needs. She has the whole rest of her work day to be responsible and boring. He runs his hand up her thigh and under the extra large t-shirt she uses as pajamas. It’s not his though because he’s actually quite small with a slutty little waist. She stole from an ex boyfriend of hers. Matt doesn’t mind though because one day he’s going to marry her and everyone else will fall away. “I’m just going down here. Don’t worry about what I’m doin. Just take out your phone and answer that little email, okay?”

“Okay” she exhales softly and takes her phone from the bedside table. Rachel from accounting should really learn how to do her fucking job. She’s distracted as he shoves his hand between her legs, covering her heated center with his palm, squeezing gently. He always does this before sex It’s almost like gentle greeting or a quiet hello. Arching her back, she plasters myself into his hand, searching for more contact. "Mmm. I like that."

He strokes her slit through her panties, drawing an oval around it with his finger without actually touching it. Maybe it was because his touch was unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive her wild, but her panties dampened. Y/n was going through the sweetest of tortures.

“No no, Sweetie. Just write your little email.”

She hits him in the head “How can you expect me to write a clear concise professional email under these conditions.”

He lets out a chuckle “Hey don’t sway me on the head. I’m trying to give you head down here.” He trails kisses up her inner thigh all the way up until he’s nearly where he needs to be. “I can’t give you head if my head hurts. Did you know that?” He does the same to her other thigh “You’re the reason I have to carry around ibuprofen for when I’m ready to be a munch.”

She laughs and her legs shut closed. They weren’t fully open to begin with. She’s still holding onto the idea that she’ll get up and get ready when she finishes her email. “Oh shut up. You love me.”

“Come on, spread your legs.” He coos in a sing song voice. “What… is she shy this morning.” He peppers y/n’s stomach with kisses. “Did you wake up with stage fright… is your pussy anxious?” He teases and she hits him again. “Hey hey cut that out”

He leans in close to her pussy and whispers “Hey, Darlin, I know right she’s sitting there trying to close you off from me. You and I have such a special bond and…”

Y/n raises her voice “Are you talking to my coochie!?”

He looks up at her “Yes, yes I am talking to your coochie. What do you want… this is an A B conversation… C your way out of it and finish your email.” She does as she’s told but he lowers his head and picks up where he left off. “She’s so fucking rude. Like I’m trying to have a conversation… women am I right.” At this point y/n has let her guard down completely and opens her legs for him to have his silly little conversation.

Finally after all his hard work Matt is able to kiss her pussy. He starts off light and gradually gets rougher until his tongue is swirling around her clit. She likes to watch his mouth move. His jawline looks so sharp against the softness of her thighs. He reaches a hand up to massage her breast while the other snakes around her thigh to rest on her tummy. He loves the taste of her and the tenderness of her skin. Y/n’s hands find their way to his head and her fingers tangle into his hair. She’s grinding her pussy onto his lips. To him if feels more like she’s grinding his face into her pussy but that’s neither here nor there.

She’s moaning uncharacteristically loud and he knows it’s time to start licking and teasing her entrance. Y/n knows he’s about to finger her and as if on cue she opens her mouth right as he moves his hand from her breast and puts his middle and index finger in her mouth. He lists his head to say “You’re gonna get these fingers nice and wet for me, Okay.” She nods her head still sucking on his fingers. He lets her suck longer than usual thinking about how her lips would feel around his hard cock. When Matt can focus again he pulls his fingers back and slowly pushes his middle finger into her hole. He groans out of sheer horniness “Oh, come on, you’re sooo tight right now… is she still shy. Fine, hold on, I’ll to talk to her again.” He works his finger in and out of never pushing it in past the knuckle. “ Hey, Lovie, I know it’s really early and obviously you’re having a bit of performance anxiety but you and I know each other. We get along, right? Don’t close me out. Don’t be shy with me.” His finger pushes in just a little bit farther with every thrust until she can take his whole finger. “There we go, baby.” He looks up to y/n “You see, Honey, her and I have reached an understanding.”

Fingering her like this without touching her clit is torturous. She can’t orgasm without clitoral stimulation but it feels good it’s basically like perpetual edging. And he’s making it worse by moaning along with her as if he’s getting off on her pleasure. “Oh yes, oh you are so fucking tight. I am going to lose my mind the moment my tip goes in. Don’t get mad at me if I come right away, okay? I’ll just keep going. You know how much I like to fuck the cum into you.”

“Oh my god!” Y/n says in complete and utter shock as she wacks his head. “That’s too horny for this early in the morning!” She hits him again “Also suck my clit you dickhead!”

“Ouch! Im sorry. Im just havin a little fun! And I’ll get to your clit in a minute” Matt says then goes to do what he was told. He sucks entirely too softly but very passionately. “ Can you take two fingers for me, baby?” She shakes her head. She’s never been one to talk during sex but fuck. Matt does it so well. Matt’s second finger slips in so easily “Oh good girl. That’s more like it one of that being shy bullshit.” His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on the bed, panting and moaning. Then he finally does it. He absolutely devours y/n’s clit with his sucking, licking, and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge and so could he. “You’re already there, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

She shoves his face back into her pussy “Shut up and keep sucking!” All this talk is so hot but it sure as shit does feel better than cuming. Her thighs quaked, bracketing his ears. Her fingers in his hair, tugging viciously. Matt went harder, rougher, latching on to one of her tits through her top and pinching her nipple. Her eyes popped open and looked at him behind a curtain of innocent lust. The climax seized every muscle in her body head to toe. An odd sensation-of floating in warm water-conquered her. She rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.

“Do you feel awake now, Darlin?” He says with a grin.

Y/n sighs with a laugh “Yes, Matty baby, I am very much awake.”

“Can you keep going? Or is that too much for you?”

“Oh course I can. After my super awesome morning orgasm I can do almost anything.” She jokes but she also genuinely feels that way. Maybe her day won’t be so bad.

Matt moves so that he’s above her using his hands to hold himself up. She squeaks, hips bucking slightly, and feels his hardness press up against her inner thigh. He reaches his hand down to rub his cock against her sensitive folds, and she releases a gasp at the sensation.

“I knew from how fucking wet you felt.” He groans as he pushes himself in farther. “You would milk my fucking dick but Jesus Christ” She gasps slightly, her cheeks reddening at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words. He bottoms out with moan from deep in his chest. She feels so full and whole. Slowly he starts to fuck her. Each thrust eliciting a whiny bordering on pathetic moan from him. He really isn’t going to last long.

Her legs wrap around him and pull him close. “Fuck that’s not fair you can’t pull me into you like that.” It’s so tight and warm inside her cunt it feels like a second home. His thrusts get sloppier and more needy as he approaches his climax. “Look at me. Look me in my fucking eyes while I fill you up.” She looks at him with pleading eyes. She really wants to watch him cum and watch his face twist in pleasure and pain as he continues to fuck her with his overstimulated cock.

He comes with a powerful grunt but he keeps up his pace and doesn’t stop bucking into her until hurts more than it feels good. He collapses on top of y/n and she kisses him on the forehead. “Do YOU feel awake now, Darlin?”

“Could take on the world, my love.”

They sit there cuddling for a while until she gets an email from work. There’s more bullshit to respond to and a world or responsibilities to get back to. Matt however is asleep. It seems he did not in fact feel awake. Y/n leaves him to his sleep and prepares for work. When she finally opens the door to leave there are two Dunkin’ coffee cups sitting on the welcome mat outside.

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sugar mommy PT. 2 || E.Olsen

Paring || sugar mommy Elizabeth Olsen x y/n

Summary || y/n and Elizabeth both are working to figure out emotions, yet they also take some time to relax and be together.

Warnings || SMUT! ,, Dom/sugar!mommy Elizabeth ,, sub/sugar!baby reader ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader!pussy ,, strap!on sex,, vibrator ,, eating!out ,, overstimulation ,, mommy!kink ,, pet!names ,, praise!kinks ,, slight!ropes ,, legal!agegap

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Times gone by, and y/n's doing well, along with their relationship with Elizabeth, being her sugar baby was pretty much all positives, she was caring and nurturing, yet strict and demanding as she lived up to being in charge yet it kept y/n in line well. Besides the money was needed, to pay for school, and keep going in life, you didn't wanna worry about living paycheck to paycheck, and struggling to keep the lights on, with Elizabeth y/n didn't have to, it was nice.

Y/n was sitting in her English lecture, and it was only 8am, ON A MONDAY! Who the hell wants to be an English lecture at 8 AM on a Monday after a rough Sunday night... not y/n. as they started to daze off y/n was slowly pulled back to reality by the buzzing on their phone which sat in there lap, looking down to see a good morning text from Elizabeth.

"Good morning darling, I'll pick you up from class at 9:30 when it ends. -love Liz" the text from Lizzie made you smile, it was sweet moment like this that drew y/n to the older women more, honestly it was worrying that these real feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and everything would be lost.

"Mx.y/l/n, something to share with the class or are you gonna read from the text book like asked?" The professor, standing at the front of the room called out to y/n causing their face to fade quickly into a light shade of pink.

"Yes, of course sorry" was stuttered out of y/n's mouth quickly fumbling with the textbook to begin reading aloud, which was dreadful to the young college student, public speaking, wasn't really their thing, only adding stress to the missing assignments, and hangover stress they were already carrying for this morning.

"Late night? OOOO who ya texting?" Zack asked in a whisper as the class continued. Getting a nod from y/n yet they ignored the question which went with who they were talking to. I mean y/n did sign the privacy contract.

What felt like forever, the clock that y/n had been staring at this entire time, and finally the clock made it to 9:30 and the lecture hall was dismissed.

Rushing out of the class, y/n made their way to the main parking lot, looking for the black SUV that almost looked shady yet it was still classy to which Elizabeth was driving. Spotting the car quickly making their way to the door pulling on it, causing Elizabeth to jump not expecting it yet still welcoming y/n into the vehicle.

"Do you have ibuprofen?" Y/n asked immediately as a hangover headache was hitting

"I do, did you go out, and party little to hard last night?" Elizabeth asked with a cheeky smirk as she reached into her purse, handing over a small bottle of painkillers.

"So plan is we go back to my place, I'll order us some food, and we have a nice day, just you and me, stress free. How does that sound darling?" Lizzie asked as she shifted the car into drive heading off towards her place, which was definitely uptown.

The ride was alright Elizabeth ended up actually stopping to pick up some Chinese takeout, not before placing large sunglasses on her face, and slipping on a hat, after doing a little research y/n now knew a lot more about the star Elizabeth Olsen, so they realized more on why the older women was so privet. With that Lizzie left y/n in the car for a minute to think about their growing feelings for the older woman.

In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth handed off the food to yourself to hold onto it while she continue driving back to her place, unlike your college apartment, she lives in a beautiful penthouse in Manhattan, it's more relaxing, then hanging out on y/n's twin size bed that's for sure.

"Y/n? You alright? Something seems off" Lizzie asked not once looking away from the road as she pulled in to her buildings car park, fully stop in the car before turning her head.

"Oh yeah I'm fine haha" was the quick response given before hopping out of the car and carrying the food while also following her into the elevator.

Elizabeth was extremely smart. She could tell by body language alone, something was up in y/n's mind, I mean, the older woman could read the younger one like a book.

Elizabeth unlock the penthouse through the elevator, before allowing y/n inside, taking the food from the younger girl to go dishes onto plates before bringing it up to the living room so that they could watch a movie and chill, yet there was definitely a motive in Elizabeth mind.

Lizzie handed a plate of fried rich and sweet-and-sour chicken to y/n before sitting down next to them herself, reaching for the remote, and turning on a film that was unfamiliar to y/n, yet they just kinda went with it.

I didn't take long for y/n to realize why Elizabeth pick this movie, the opening scene was a little steamy, yet pretty damn hot, as they both finished eating and setting the plates on the coffee table, Liz reached over pulling y/n closer into her body.

You started to move around more, from discomfort, but honestly, the movie was quite a turn on, and it didn't help that the beautiful woman you are falling in love with is running her fingers threw your hair, ever now and then she moves her fingers down your back before going back to your hair.

"Y/n you seem to be distracted, you alright" Lizzie chimed in at a random point her voice staying soft yet it was a harsh rip back to reality.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine!"

"Really honey, you seem all bothered?" the other woman was relentless, she knew y/n was turned on and she was interested in pushing y/n to their breaking point.

Elizabeth went with the bolder option, pulling y/n more into her lap before kissing the side of their neck, moving slowly upwards pulling soft airy moans from y/n as Lizzie reached y/n's mouth turning the younger one to face her now as they made out.

Y/n pulled away desperate for air gaining a smirk from Elizabeth before she spoke

"And here I thought that movie didn't effect you, saying you're fine hmm?" The older women teased.

"Is this okay baby?" Elizabeth asked gaining consent before continuing her game.

With the yes coming quickly from y/n lizzie moved her hands down to the waistband of the sweat pants the younger one was wearing, reaching through their folds

"baby you're fucking dripping" was the first thing that came from Elizabeth, as she pulled her fingers back shoving them into y/n mouth.

"Clean them off."

Soon Elizabeth pushed y/n off her lap, standing up, which caused a whine to fall from y/n's lips.

"Mmm why don't you go to the bedroom, I'll be right there" Elizabeth instructed causing y/n to jump up and move to the bedroom, sitting on the bed patiently waiting for the older women.

A small gasp fell out of y/n's mouth as Lizzie came on with a rather large strap around her waste, and a very pretty and lacy lingerie set hugging her body wonderfully.

"You have a staring problem princess" Elizabeth stated strutting closer to the younger one, before hovering over y/n.

"Strip." The demand left no room for argument as y/n stood up and undressed form the comfortable sweatpants and hoodie they had thrown on for their classes this morning.

"Pretty pretty girl, I can't wait to take you" Elizabeth groan out her words as she shoved y/n down onto the bed taking them in as her eyes freely roamed causing y/n to get a little shy and impatient.

"Why don't you tell me what you want baby?" Elizabeth pressed, wanting to get something out of y/n

"You, I want you now" y/n said deprecarla and that was enough to get a rise out of the older women.

The celebrity reached for their tits harshly causing y/n to squeal in reaction to the strong grip, running a pleasurable pain throughout their body, going straight to y/n's core,

"Please mommy just fuck me" y/n cried out causing Lizzie to freeze for a moment, which forced y/n to realize what just came from her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry!" Y/n tried to get an apology out, but was cut off by Elizabeth

"No say it again"

"Mommy?" Y/n question still in a vulnerable position.

"Yes, I like it" Elizabeth stated before going back to messing with y/n's tits, the actresses hands were roaming on their body.

"Now, what do you want from me princess?"

"Fuck me please mommy" y/n complied quickly Lizzie lined up quickly, with a cock a bit bigger then last time, honestly it was a bit worrying.

Lizzie did add lube before hand, yet it was still large, as she slowly started to slip into y/n's core. Slowly bottoming out, the older women could see the bulge in y/n's stomach as Lizzie gave them a quick moment to adjust before trusting harshly. Making y/n yelp out at the quick pleaser rush.

"Goddamn I've been waiting to fuck you" the women groan making her trust quicker, fucking y/n in to mattresses as they let out high pitched moans.

" baby you are so tight, and you are taking my cock so well" Elizabeth pushed out never once's lightening up and by this point y/n was starting to be fucked dumb, they could only respond in incoherent mumbles, letting the older women have their way with them. Y/n was starting to get close when Elizabeth pulled out quickly causing their whole build up to be flushed down the drain, quickly y/n leaned up on their elbows, looking at Lizzie like a sad puppy.

"Aww look at you, so needy, and sad you didn't get off hmm? You know mommy is a little tired maybe you should encourage me to let you cum?" the actress purred and the college student knew what they were asking for and like they y/n was quickly begging. Pulling herself up to her knees before they started

"Please please let me get off. I'll do whatever you want just please fuck me till I cum!" Y/n spilled out as Elizabeth laughed at her, yet also the women shoved y/n back down onto the bed and started railing them once's again, quick and deep causing that same feeling to return to y/n's stomach, Elizabeth was rutting into y/n, the sound of sex mixed with loud moans filled the room.

"Fuck can I cum? Can I cum? Please!" Y/n pushed out fast almost not comprehendible, yet Elizabeth allowed it. With a loud moan y/n let go coating the faux cock with their cum, Elizabeth kept the cock inside the younger one, reaching down to kiss y/n harshly, waiting for them to calm down, before pulling the cock out of y/n.

"I think you can handle one more orgasm don't you?" Lizzie said kinda in a mocking tone as she removed the strap from her own waist and reaches into the nightstand for a vibrator, pulling one out.

Elizabeth moved keep y/n on the bottom, as she placed the vibrator using some rope she threw on the floor earlier to keep the vibrator in place on y/n's clit. Clicking it on, immediately y/n responded with a low moan, still extremely sensitive, their body jerking quickly at first from the overstimulation. While the actress moved to throw her legs over both sides of y/n's face lowering herself.

"Get to work, when I cum so can you"

And like that y/n was eating Elizabeth out quickly, on a mission to make her cum fast, enjoying the sounds of the older women's moans, and the vibration running threw y/n were great motivation, the idea of getting off the hot women above them in return getting to cum themself.

"Fuck fuck y/n so good for mommy" Elizabeth praised feeling y/n's tongue on her clit was enough, for the older women to fold over and let go, her juices all over y/n's face.

Lizzie pulled herself off, quickly making out with y/n tasting herself, as y/n moaned into Lizzie's mouth as they both could still hear the vibrator going, and y/n could still feel it for sure, trying to hold themself together and not cum just yet. Elizabeth slowly pulled away still aware of the vibrator.

"You can let go baby" softly Elizabeth let y/n cum, yet she was still feeling in charge, and was having fun with this. And like that y/n let go with a deep moan, yet Lizzie didn't once even move, the vibrator kept going pushing y/n fully into a dumb mindset of overstimulation.

"You look so pretty, all hot and messy for me" Lizzie let off a small giggle as y/n jerked and squealed trying to pull away, yet Elizabeth held them their.

"Mmm let go one more time for mommy, and then you can be done."

Tears in y/n's eyes as they mumbled some curse words before letting go one more time with a loud high pitch moan.

And like that the vibrator was turned off and pulled away, and everything was done.

"You were so good for me y/n, so good" Elizabeth praised and y/n was clearly dazed.

Cleaning up the room a bit, before Elizabeth went back for y/n pulling the now calmer girl up to her feat, and leading them both into a bath the older women had drawn for the two of them, giving them time to relax now together.

It was moments like this that made Elizabeth question the relationship of sugar mommy, yes, she pays the younger girl, and yes the younger girl attends to her needs, it's just does Lizzie want more, does y/n even like Elizabeth is this just for the money even though she liked supporting the girl financially yet if so, Elizabeth could pay up and go, but no matter how hard she tries it seems like a real relationship with feelings is forming.

Now laying in the bath all the feeling inside Elizabeth mind as y/n laid on top of her, resting her eyes it seemed. Yet all thought stopped when the small

"I love you" slipped from the young college students mouth, and that was enough for the older women.

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can i request a fic where the reader is taking care of Leon after he got a bit too drunk at the bar and he’s confessing his love for the reader. “I love you” “I fantasize about you” “I see a future with us”

and the reader just laughs it off as drunk behavior and gets him to bed safely, but the next morning they wake up in each other’s arms and he confesses, “I remember what I said last night. It was all real.” And they end up having some really sweet, soft, lazy morning sex which ends with Leon asking the reader to be his significant other?

Hope this makes sense and thank u for writing stories! 💕

A/N: That idea is very sweet, hope you enjoy how it turned out!

Word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: not proofread, fem!reader, 18+, MDNI, drunk confessions, fluff, morning sex, dirty talk

Stomping their way down Leon’s apartment building, (Y/N) struggled under the weight of the man- that practically was laying on her shoulder- was on the verge of passing out; despite his arms being locked around her shoulders in a firm hold, he had a hard time balancing his weight on his wobbly legs. His vision was hazy, his limbs felt numb and warm under the influence of the alcohol running in his bloodstream. His head hanged limp near her own, his messy golden bangs fell in his face, his mouth was agape; the distinct odor of booze oozed from his hot breath, cluing just how much he drank before she got him home.

The dull lights placed on either side of the hallway did little to aid her in finding the keyhole of his apartment door; a click echoed across the gloomy space as she twisted the doorknob and walked through the entranced with Leon nuzzled into her side. Hitting the switch, (Y/N) headed for his bedroom, which, luckily for her, was right around the corner. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she was finally able to take a glimpse of the bedroom door; her muscles were burning in protest with each step she took further. She gritted her teeth, her hold on him tightened as the pushed to her very limit; the few moments it took her to reach the bed felt like hours. Gently, she laid him on the mattress, her worried gaze lingered on his features; his ruffled hair stuck out in multiple directions akin to the rays of the sun, untypically to his usual, perfectly combed flow of golden locks, his cheekbones were dusted in soft cherry color that was visible even in the dead of night under the dim moonshine that broke through the curtains, his puffy, half lidded eyes lazily gazed at her, a shimmer danced behind the curtain of dense eyelashes. Even now, in such state he somehow managed to look effortlessly perfect- he was truly a wonder of life.

Now that she had the weight off of her shoulders, she headed to the kitchen in search of ibuprofen and a glass of water. Browsing through the contents of his cabinets, she wasn’t surprised to find a small red box she had left in the exact same spot a while back. Grabbing the biggest glass she could find, she filled it all the way up and returned to her friend, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Sitting by his side- careful not to stir him awake- she couldn’t help but wonder how it all came to this. Having known him for as long she has, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him that peaceful; melancholy clenched her heart at the memory of their earlier days, back in the academy, when where two young, naïve kids with big dreams. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled at the memory, yet she wanted to brush away any thought of the past before she found herself lost in the regrets of past mistakes.

Drying the tear with her hand, she turned her head away from his sleeping form and gazed through the window, wondering where she messed up. Letting out a deep sigh, she stood up only to be obstructed of doing so by a hand holding onto hers; a familiar sensation tingled the skin of her hand- a sensation she connected to her past.

“Please don’t leave, I need you.” Leon uttered in a pleading voice that pulled at the strings of her heart; looking behind her shoulder, she was met with the sight of his baby blue eyes already gazing at her. “Stay with me. Just for tonight.” She bit back the smile that threatened to curl the corners of her lips at the sound of his words; she wasn’t unfamiliar with his clingy nature, for she had gotten used to it after every time she took care of him while drunk, yet she couldn’t help the warm sensation that pooled in her stomach whenever he would get extremely cuddly and even flirt with a genuine expression on his face- if she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was being genuine.

“Sure, but only if you promise not to puke on me.” (Y/N) spoke in all seriousness, whilst Leon giggled at the memory of her disgusted face as she had explained to him in great detail about their adventures of yet another drunken night, he didn’t remember that vividly.

“When have I let you down?” He raised his brow at her with his weight resting on his prompted shoulder; silently she gazed back at him, contemplating for a short moment before she inevitably gave in to her desires. She lied down next to him not even bothering to change into the pair of pajamas she had left here, for she was far too tired to do so; wrapping the two of them in a blanked, she soon was trapped in the firm hold of Leon’s arms that had wrapped around the small of her back. Heat rose to her cheeks as she felt him bury his nose on the crook of her neck with his calm breathing tingling her skin. Her hand found its place on his broad back, whilst her other one tangled in his hair.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now- I’ve been thinking about you.” Leon’s calm voice anchored her attention; her curious gaze glanced at the crown of his head, unable to take a glimpse of his face. “I realized something… Something I was too blind to see up until now.” He spoke between breaths, each pause longer than the previous as he searched for the right words to say; (Y/N)’s heartbeat accelerated as she was eager to hear what it was that seemingly troubled his mind.

“You’re the most important person in my life and I...” He trailed off, his breath hitched. “I can’t imagine my future without you.” Her whole face felt hot and it wasn’t until a stream of tears ran down her warm cheeks that she realized her eyes were tearing up.

“You need some sleep, Leon.” She spoke before he could say anything else; silence followed as the two laid in each other’s embrace, deep in thought.

Bright, morning sunrays slipped past the curtains, throwing light on the two sleeping friends. Irritated by the brightness, (Y/N) fluttered her eyes open and was immediately met with the sight of Leon still sound asleep in her arms; seeing him, she was reminded of the events of the night before- was it all just a dream? She let out a deep sigh, a sudden need to drink water interrupted her train of thought; much to her dismay that much needed visit to the kitchen was paved with obstacles, the biggest of which was Leon’s sleeping form that was tangled with hers. Carefully, she tried to free herself from the mess of intertwined limbs, yet to no avail; he let out an audible sigh as he stretched his arms before wrapping them around her waist, bringing her closer to his chest.

“Morning.” His voice was husky, his azure irises bore in her, the slightest of smiles curled the corners of his plump lips.

“Sorry for waking you up, how are you feeling?” She asked him, momentarily disregarding her own needs.

“Aside from the headache, I haven’t felt better.” His dreamy gaze continued to bore into her, unintentionally pulling her to him akin to a moth to a flame.

“That’s good, I suppose. It means you can manage on your own-” She began as she peeled his arms off of her.

“Where are you going?” He pouted as he watched her get up.

“I gotta get going.” Disappointment flashed in his eyes as he sat and watched her put on her jeans.

“About last night” Her gaze was immediately anchored to him. “I meant what I said and I have one more thing to say.” He stood up, his face was just a mere inch away from hers. “I love you, I always have.” He stared at her, anticipating her reaction; she stood still, speechless all the while everything within her was screaming for her to confess her own feelings.

“Leon, I-“

“It’s okay of you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to let you know.” He shied away, his- now bashful- gaze faced away from hers.

“No, no it’s not like that.” She caught his hand, pulling it towards her. “I just.. I feel the same way.” She cupped his face, anchoring his attention to her and more so to her lips that appeared more kissable than Leon remembered. The few moments it took the two to close the distance between them felt like prolonged as their two worlds collided into a fusion of one huge explosion of repressed emotions and hidden desires. Their hands roamed each other’s body, squeezing at any soft flesh they came across; gasps and soft moans echoed across the room as the two were hungrily kissing one another.

Pulling away, (Y/N) rested her hands on his chest, sensing how hard his heart was pounding against his ribs and how his heartfelt chuckle resonated through him. A glimmer of sheer happiness sparkled in her eyes as she gazed at his equally shiny azure irises.

“Why haven’t you told me this earlier?” She raised her eyebrow at him as her arms rested on his shoulders, keeping him close.

“Does it matter, now that you know?” He peppered her skin with kisses, trailing along her jaw and down her neck, causing a quiet whimper to roll down her agape lips; his hands slithered down her back and hips, groping at the plush skin of her thighs as her lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the wall. She yelped; her hands held onto his shoulders. Shivers ran down her spine at the sensation of the cold wall against her back that soon faded away as his hot lips warmed her up. Her fingers were buried in his locks as his wandering mouth slowly crept back to her lips, where he kissed and gently bit at her bottom lip.

Pulling back, Leon took his time observing her flustered face as his fingers slipped under the fabric of her shirt and took it off in one swift motions, her pants had similar fate; with her legs wrapped around his waist, he managed to pull them just enough to expose her needy hole. With his lustful gaze locked on hers, he grinded against her bare pussy, coating his still clothed cock with her arousal. She breathed out his name, pleading for him stop teasing her; he only let out a chuckle, his now darker blues bore into her desperate (E/C) ones, the intensity of his wanting gaze caused her body to quiver in excitement.

“How bad do you want this?” His arm rose, stroking her cheek; she leaned into his touch as she hummed in response.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Please, Leon… Fuck me.” She stared right back at him through half lidded eyes; these words of hers unleashed something within him, something that had been hidden, buried deep inside him, a primal need so strong he himself was afraid to unleash, yet now that net of repressed emotions was unraveled and there was no undoing what was done. His lips crashed with hers as he carried her back to his bed; hovering above her, he got finally got rid of the rest of her clothing, he darted his tongue across his lips at the sight- it was everything he had imagined and so much more. Closely, (Y/N) watched as he took of his clothes, slowly revealing the masterpiece of a body he had.

The excitement was rushing in his bloodstream and directly to his hardened cock, making it impossible for him to think straight. Aligning his dick with her dripping entrance, he gazed at, silently asking for permission to grand them the ultimate pleasure the both of them were after. She gave him a soft, sweet smile that melted his heart. Wasting no time, he entered slowly, gradually applying pressure; once he was all the way in, he backed out just as slowly. Each thrust grew faster and more impactful than the previous one and soon (Y/N)’s whimpers turned into whines and moans of utter bliss. Her sounds tingled his every sense, entrancing him in a state of oblivion regarding anything else but her; even though- in his loneliest nights- he had found himself imagining what she would sound like, feel like he had never been even slightly close to the real-life experience, which proved to be far better than anything his fantasy could produce.

“You’re so pretty like that.. So messy and worked up.” He spoke in between grunts, aligning his words with the pace of his movements; his hips rolled in steady motion hitting the spot that had her seeing stars. “I’ve thought about this too.. Fuck.” She let out a loud moan, her walls fluttered, deviously wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“I’ve though how you would take me, how you would squirm under me and moan my name. How your pussy feels and how you scratch my back. Though I gotta admit the actual thing is even better.” Uncontrollable moans rolled down his plump lips as he went on about his dirty fantasies, whilst his hips never stopped hitting her sweet spot.

“Oh, Leon.” She screamed as she felt the knot in her lower stomach unraveling under the impact of his cock brushing against her sensitive folds that were now clenching around his cock; her vison got hazy as her whole body tingled.

“I won’t last long if you squeeze me like that.” He grunted as the blissful sensation was too much for his body to bear. His thrust grew sloppy, his breathing got heavy as he felt a hot wave of utter bliss washed over him; his hot release coated her walls and dripped down her drenched hole. Tired, Leon laid next to her with his cock still buried deep in her folds; he peppered her bare shoulder with kisses, whilst his arms gently caressed her body, cherishing every dip and curve.

“I love you.” (Y/N) turned around to face him, her gaze immediately coming in contact with his.

“Does that mean you’re my girl?” Heat rose up to her cheeks at the sound of these words.

“Yup.” She smiled at him in bashful manner as if she hadn’t shamelessly moaned his name just a minute ago.

“I’m glad.” He planted a kiss atop her nose before he pulled her closer and covered their bodies with a blanket and drifted into peaceful slumber.

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“Until I Found You”

Word Count: 11.2k

*TW: A previous 'yes' turning into a 'no' in terms of sex (the sex is not actually happening when this occurs), and a bit of forceful grabbing.*

(Part three of “Georgia”)

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As the sun peeked through the curtains the next morning, Georgia stirred - going to stretch until she felt her limbs knock into a hard surface. She grunted softly as her eyes fluttered open, and they immediately widened when her sight was met with a muscular chest with swallows inked across the collarbone. It was then that her head began to ache, and she let out a groan while pressing her palm to her forehead - eyes squeezing shut as if that would help dull the pain.

Knowing that medication was needed for this headache sooner rather than later, Georgia skillfully wiggled her way out of bed without disturbing Harry, and she started down the steps with the kitchen as her destination. She stepped into the room, and she started searching the cupboards for a couple of glasses. Once she located them, she got both her and Harry a glass of water, and scarfed down a piece of bread to help absorb the alcohol still in her system, before heading back up the stairs.

She set a glass of water down on each nightstand, and then she quietly made her way into his ensuite to search the medicine cabinet she had seen last night for some ibuprofen. Sighing happily once she located the bottle, she placed two of them in her hand before easing back into the bedroom.

Sitting on the side of the bed she slept on, Georgia popped the two pills into her mouth as she grabbed her glass of water - quickly bringing it to her lips to wash the tablets down. She grimaced at the roll of her stomach once the water hit it, and she shook her head. It had been a really long time since she had allowed herself to consume that much alcohol, but she couldn't deny that she had a good time with Harry last night.

Georgia laid back down on the bed pulling the covers back over herself as she snuggled closer to Harry once again. She felt slightly creepy, but she couldn't help but to admire him as he slept. He was truly the most beautiful man, and maybe even human, that she had set her eyes on. She knew her emotions towards his appearance also stemmed from his personality, and how gentle he was towards her. Some women may turn their nose up at how tender Harry could be. They could see it as him treating them as something fragile, even though they weren't, but Georgia didn't see it that way in the slightest.

Harry respected her, and she knew that he was gentle with her because he was just a gentle human overall. She had never met a man that was interested in her, or treated her in such a way, but the more she was around him, the more she grew to love it.

Slowly lifting her hand, Georgia grazed her palm against one of his defined pecs - bottom lip captured between her teeth. She could lay here all day and stare at him. She could take in the sculpted features of his face, and then the defined muscles that adorned his body. Her thighs clenched as her eyes dropped to the waistband of the joggers that hung on his hips. The leaves of his fern tattoos peeked right over the edge of the material, and all of a sudden she was thrown back to a hazy memory from the night before.

She had practically whined about the fact that Harry didn't want to have sex with her last night.

Her stomach sank as she shut her eyes, shaking her head at herself. How could she have been so stupid? They were both intoxicated, and she understood why he didn't want to escalate things any further. Part of her just wanted to leave - to collect her things and order an Uber to take her back to her place so that she wouldn't have to face Harry.

That plan wasn't an option anymore when she felt him stirring beneath her palm, and she looked up to see his eyes fluttering open. She watched as his eyes searched around the room for a second before it seemed he realized there was a body pressed against his. Looking down, Harry's eyebrows raised to his forehead for just a second, and then they settled - a small smile gracing his lips.

"Good morning, sweet Georgia," his voice crooned as he wrapped his arm around her waist so he could place his hand on her lower back. He pressed her body closer to his, nuzzling his face into this side of her neck. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you," Georgia breathed, trying to will away those feelings of doubt she was having. She brought her other hand up to rest against the back of his neck - fingertips dancing along the curls that barely hung there. "I've only been up for a few minutes. How about you?"

"So well next to you," Harry's lips pressed against her jawline for just a moment before he pulled back to look down into Georgia's eyes. "You feeling okay?"

"Definitely hungover," she laughed. "Took some medicine though, and I hope you don't mind that I inhaled a slice of bread in your kitchen to try and make me feel a little better."

"Honey, you could've had anything you wanted down there. I can make us a proper breakfast if you'd like. I'm not feeling too poorly."

Harry's large hand ran up and down Georgia's back, and she shuddered at the feeling - goosebumps covering her skin.

"Maybe in a moment," she whispered. "I'd like to lay for a little while longer. I brought you some water, by the way."

As much as he hated to, Harry untangled himself from Georgia to reach over to his nightstand so he could grab the water. He was definitely parched from the alcohol last night, and a glass of cold water sounded absolutely amazing. He sat up - downing half the glass in one go before setting it back on the nightstand.

"If I had done that, I would've been sick," Georgia giggled as Harry laid back down next to her, pulling her just as close as he had before.

Harry's face soon found its way into her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, causing her to sigh and move even closer.

"I remember last night, Harry, and I need to thank you, but I also need to apologize for the way that I acted," she starts, hand running up and down his side as she does so. "Thank you for stopping anything from happening, but I'm so sorry for being that way towards you - it was inappropriate."

"Georgia," Harry chuckled, surprising her a bit, and he pulled his head up to look down at her. "Do you remember what my answer to you was?"

Georgia nibbled on her bottom lip for a minute, trying to think of what he had said other than not wanting things to go further, but she couldn't. She shook her head with a shy grin before Harry continued.

"I told you that if things were different, and had we both been sober, I would've let you have your way with me. I feel the same way as you, sweetheart."

With her heart pounding against her chest, Georgia's plump lips parted as she stared up at Harry - completely dumbfounded by his admission. She knew that he was different from other men before, but having him say that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him had her completely thrown.

"I...I don't know if I really am ready, Harry," she whispered, feeling a bit ashamed as she dropped her forehead against his chest. "And I know that I feel comfortable around you, and I hope I'm not hurting your feelings - I just think I do need more time before taking that step."

Her mind was flashing back to that bastard of a man who had made her believe he was in love with her just to leave her high and dry as he went back to his wife. Deep down, she really knew that Harry would never do that to her, but she also couldn't bring herself to give herself over so quickly again.

"You're not hurting my feelings at all," Harry shook his head at her words, lifting a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Georgia's ear. "I'll wait until you're ready, and if you're never ready, then that's okay too."

Georgia nuzzled her face into Harry's palm as he cupped her cheek, and she puckered her lips to press her lips against the heel of it. "Thank you. You're so understanding. I wish there were more people in the world like you."

She meant what she said honestly. The world needed more people like Harry. Little did she know that Harry also thought the world needed more people like Georgia, but he felt a bit silly about saying it outloud. His reasons as to why would absolutely come out as a confession about how he was truly feeling about her, and he didn't want to scare her off.

"Come on, honey," Harry leaned down to gently press his lips against her forehead. "Let's head downstairs, and I'll get to work on breakfast."

Grabbing their glasses of water, the couple made their way down the steps, and Georgia perched herself onto one of the tall bar stools on the other side of his high counter. She watched as Harry moved around his kitchen with ease, and she found herself in a daze as she began to watch him cook. No man had ever cooked for her before, and she knew that this was just breakfast, but it still meant a lot to her.

"You seem to really know what you're doing," she laughed, pulling her legs up onto the bar stool to sit with her legs criss-cross.

Harry turned to look over his shoulder at her with a boyish grin - one that made her warmth swirl in her stomach. He shrugged in response as he focused back on the eggs he was currently cooking on the stove.

"I used to help my dad in the kitchen a lot when I was younger, and then it just kind of stuck with me," he explained, holding his hand over the griddle on the counter to make sure it was heated properly before putting some strips of bacon on it. "I enjoy cooking, and most of the time I'm only doing it for myself, so I always like when I'm able to cook for someone else as well."

"I get that. I'm only ever cooking for myself as well - can't remember the last time it wasn't just me."

Harry frowned softly at Georgia's words, his back still to her as kept his eyes on the eggs cooking in the pan in front of him. He wondered if she was more lonely than she led on, but he would never try to push her, or invade her privacy in such a way to find out.

He moved over to the fridge to grab some containers of fresh fruit he had picked up at the market recently, pulling a knife and cutting board out as well. Heading over to the sink, he cleaned the fruit off thoroughly before beginning to cut them up so they could accompany the meal he was preparing.

"Can I ask you a question?" Georgia spoke up after clearing her throat, hands wrapped around one of her ankles as she moved them back and forth, fidgeting due to her slight anxiousness.

"Of course," Harry responded, not looking up from the fruit as he continued his work.

"Have you ever done something like this before? Like...with someone like me?"

Harry's movements ceased when he processed her words, and he stared at the wall ahead of him as he let them sink in. He could hear the insecurity in her voice - the first time he felt like he had ever picked up on it when it came to her.

"You mean like a dancer?" Harry finally answered as he looked back over his shoulder at her.

Georgia nodded, swallowing harshly as she waited for his answer. She knew that Harry was a very sweet and selfless individual, and to be honest, it wouldn't surprise her if he had been this way with a woman like her before.

"No, I haven't," he shook his head, holding her eyes so that she knew he was being truthful before turning back to the fruit. "I told you the truth the first time we properly met. I hadn't gone to any clubs like yours until I got here - when I saw you."

It became silent between the two of them, the only noise being the bacon sizzling on the griddle, and the knife hitting the cutting board as Harry continued to prepare their fruit. Soon the fruit was finished, and Harry kept his eyes down as he placed the bowl in front of Georgia to snack on as he finished up the rest of their meal.

Georgia could've smacked herself for how insensitive she was towards Harry. She knew it was her insecurity, because the closer she got to him, the more that seemed to rise.

"I actually haven't done this with anyone in a long time," Harry spoke after a while as Georgia slowly chewed the piece of strawberry she had in her mouth. "Probably an embarrassing amount of time."

As the beautiful tattooed man continued to move around the kitchen, Georgia slowly, and quietly, made her way off the bar stool. Harry stood at the stove, watching over the eggs that were just about finished as she wrapped her arms around his waist - both hands pressed firmly against his chest. "You deserve to feel appreciated, Harry. You deserve to feel wanted."

His eyes slipped shut for a moment, treasuring the touch that was his sweet Georgia, as both his hands trailed up. His palms pressed against the back of her hands - thumbs caressing her skin. "As do you."

Harry so desperately wanted to call her by her real name when speaking to her like this. He wanted her to know that he meant it.

Georgia's forehead was pressed between Harry's shoulder blades as she contemplated his words. She hadn't felt truly worthy of being appreciated since her grandparents. She had almost felt it again once, but the ending to that story haunted her more than she liked to admit.

"No," she whispered, the tears stinging in her eyes. "Not on the same level as you."

Harry's heart clenched hearing the venomous words leave Georgia's mouth. Both the bacon and eggs were done, so he cut the heat off the stove, and the griddle, before turning around. His large hands captured her face, her jaw resting in his palms.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he nudged his nose against hers, eyes still on her face as her own slipped shut. "You are so worthy of everything, sweet Georgia. I'm pathetic for you."

"Harry-"

"I meant it when I said you have no idea what you do to me."

Georgia shuddered out a breath, licking over her bottom lip. "And I meant it when I said I don't think you had any idea what you do to me either, Harry babe."

Harry's eyes shut as he rested his forehead against Georgia's - the pads of his thumbs dancing over her cheekbones. He wanted to come completely clean, and tell her just how much she had invaded his mind since the moment he laid eyes on her, but he was terrified of her rejection. He was scared that all of this maybe didn't mean as much as her that it did to him, and that he had maybe read into everything a little too much.

"Sit back down, sweetheart, I'll make us each a plate," he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before pulling away, turning his back to her as he began to get their breakfast together.

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It was now Friday night at Fortune, and Georgia truly felt on top of the world. Harry had come to see her on Tuesday as he usually did, and their time together in her backroom consisted of soft kissing, gentle caressing and a lot of giggling on Georgia's part. She felt even more drawn to Harry now than she ever had before after the event on Saturday, and how he treated her on Sunday morning.

As scared as she was at how fast her feelings for Harry seemed to be growing, it was also exciting for her. No man had ever put in the effort like this with her before, and before he dropped her off at her place Sunday morning, they actually exchanged numbers.

They hadn't been texting too much, but on Tuesday, and earlier today, he had texted to confirm with her that he'd be at Fortune to watch her perform. He also texted Tuesday night that he has really enjoyed their time together, and that he couldn't wait to see her again on Friday - tonight.

"Georgia," Cass called her name, and she looked at him through her vanity mirror. She was touching up her makeup before starting her second set, and she smiled wide at the gentleman behind her.

"Hi Cass, everything okay?"

"There's a client who's requested you for your back room tonight, a couple clients throughout the night actually, and I'd like it if you make sure they get tended to."

The lipstick in Georgia's hand almost fell down onto her vanity when she fully processed Cass' words. "Oh, well, it's Friday, and usually I have that one client that comes in. I'm sure he'd very disappointed to-"

"I know who you're referring to. You're talking about Harry," Cass walked forward and placed his hands on Georgia's shoulders. "But I'm going to need you to take a night off from him. When he comes, he takes up your whole night when I could be having at least five or six other men in there for you. If that continues to be an issue, Georgia, then I'll have to ask him not to come in anymore. It doesn't look good for my business."

"No," Georgia shook her head, holding Cass' eyes in the mirror. "It won't be an issue, I promise. I'll try to be better about splitting up my time."

Cass walked around her chair to face her, lightly pinching Georgia's cheek as she stared up at him. "That's all I ask."

Once he had walked away, Georgia gave herself a few seconds to calm down before reaching into her bag. She located her phone, quickly going to her text thread with Harry. She typed as fast as possible considering some of the girls were joining her at their own vanities, and the last thing she needed was one of them running back to Cass to tell on her.

To: Harry 9:37 pm "Hi, Harry, I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to join you in my backroom tonight. If you do end up still coming, it's probably best if you choose another girl to be in the presence of. My boss is getting a little frustrated with me that I spend so much time with you in there, and he threatened not to let you in anymore. I'm sorry, I was really looking forward to spending more time with you this evening."

The possibility of Harry not being able to come see Georgia at Fortune anymore frightened her a bit. He had become such a safe space for her, and she hadn't truly realized that until this very moment. It wasn't that she disliked her job, but being able to turn off the fake accent, and her exaggerated charm every now and then was a relief.

Little did Georgia know that Harry had already arrived at the club for the night. He was currently standing at the bar, drinking his usual, when he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his dress pants. Licking over his bottom lip, he retrieved the phone, and at first he smiled when he saw it was Georgia that was texting him. That was until he actually read her message, and he felt his heart sink.

Part of him had to wonder if this was just some ploy to have her separate herself from him. Was she no longer interested in continuing what they had? They never labeled anything, and Harry was okay with that, but now he wondered if he really did fall in too deep. It gutted him to think that he never got to be truly open with her about how he much he cared for her, but if the feeling he had right now was true, then maybe that was for the best.

It was only a few minutes later when he heard Georgia's music starting, and he looked on stage to see the beautiful woman that he had come to cherish so deeply. She made her way to the middle of the stage - her hands resting on her hips as she looked out in front of her. Harry thought maybe he was seeing things when he saw her smile falter once she met his eyes, and it wasn't until he had moved to sit at a table just a little closer to the stage that he could see what looked like worry behind her own eyes.

He came to the conclusion quickly that something was wrong with Georgia. His sweet Georgia.

Georgia practically stumbled off the stage when her set was over, and was fighting the tears that began to burn in her eyes. She could see the pained look on Harry's face when she had finally laid her sights on him, and it ruined her to know that she was the one that was causing it. Her hands were shaking as she quickly changed into her set of lingerie for her backroom, and she sat back down at her vanity to fix her makeup that was threatening to run. She took the time to pin her hair back with a few small clips she had, but still allowed for the majority of her hair to fall down her back - the shorter layers framing around her face.

It wasn't until Harry was back at the bar, ordering his second drink for the night when Cass approached him - Sapphire just starting up her second set of the night. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Georgia stepping out from the backstage area, and it was everything he could do not to race over to her, and to gather her in his arms.

"Harry, good to see you again," Cass said as he leaned against the bar beside him. He was observing him, and Harry could easily tell. "I apologize, but Georgia is all booked up for the evening. I'm hoping I could interest you in one of the other girls instead?"

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked down at his shoes. This felt wrong. He knew that there wasn't a true relationship happening between him and Georgia, but that didn't mean that his feelings weren't true.

"Uhm, yeah," Harry cleared his throat as he looked back over to Cass with a nod. "That would be nice, thank you."

"Oh wonderful!" Cass clapped his hands togethers, lifting a finger to the bartender as they brought over Harry's fresh drink. "Don't add that one to his tab, please. It's on the house."

Harry sipped at his cocktail as he looked towards the stage, seeing that Sapphire was just getting into the grit of her current number. He could see Cass smirking at him, and the man leaned over to nudge Harry's arm.

"What about Sapphire? She gets almost the same reviews as Georgia, but I've heard she puts out a little more without you having to ask."

This was the first time that Harry had ever felt a certain type of way towards Cass, and now he was wondering if both he, and Georgia, had misinterpreted his true character. A feeling of disgust swirled in Harry's stomach as he gripped tighter to the glass in his hand, but he played along, for Georgia's sake. At this point, he wasn't sure if something bad could happen to her if they didn't go along with what Cass wanted.

"Sure, that's fine," Harry took another large sip from his drink, and Cass slapped a hand down over his shoulder.

"I'll make sure she comes to you right away after her other two dances she has booked," Cass and Harry exchanged the necessary amount for the booking, and Cass began to lead him away from the bar. "Let's go."

As Cass was getting Harry all set up in to wait outside of Sapphire's room, Georgia was just finishing up with her first client of the night. Thankfully this was a man she knew, one who came in every time he was in town on business, and she didn't mind him all too much. He was respectful, and he could always gauge her mood pretty well. She thinks this is why he didn't ask her to strip for him like usual, and she was more than grateful for that.

It wasn't until the song ended that Georgia realized her time with the current man in her room was up, and she watched as he gathered his things. As he went to walk out, he stopped next to her - hesitantly lifting his hand before placing it on her shoulder. "I hope you're okay, Georgia. I've never seen you look this upset before, and I hope you're taking care of yourself."

Once the door shut, Georgia's bottom lip started to wobble. She still had three more dances booked for the room tonight, and the last thing she wanted was to see them through, but she knew she had to.

Her mind wasn't in any of her dances tonight. All she could think about was Harry, and who he chose to go into a room with. Did he watch them the way that he does her? Did he ask them not to dance, or to strip, and just to sit and talk - just like they do?

The rest of the evening was a blur to both Harry and Georgia. Harry had kept his eyes on the floor almost the entire time that Sapphire had danced for him, and when she offered to strip, he quickly declined. Sapphire had tried not to feel offended with the way Harry avoided looking at her at all costs, but it wasn't the strangest encounter she'd had before.

As Georgia started to gather her things up for the evening, Cass approached her much like he had earlier. "There's someone requesting your presence over at the hotel this evening," he stated, tucking his hands into his front pockets.

Georgia's movements stopped as she processed what Cass said, and she stared down at the items in her hands. "Okay," she whispered, knowing that this was her job, and she was already on thin ice when it came to Cass.

Part of her hoped that it was Harry, and that this was maybe his way of working around the backroom issue, but she knew she couldn't get too set on that. If it wasn't him, all she would be was disappointed.

Georgia finished packing up her things, and she stepped out from the backstage area just as Harry and Sapphire were heading out of the hallway that led to the backrooms. It was like there was a magnet, and they looked at each other at the same time. Georgia felt just like she did at the event she had gone to with Harry, her jealousy coming right back around, but tonight, it was ten times worse. As they walked past her, Georgia went to speak up, just to say anything to Harry, but she felt a hand on her lower back.

She looked up to see Cass smiling down at her, and it was then she saw another man standing behind him. "Georgia, this was the gentleman I was telling you about. He'd like to walk you over to the hotel with him, if that's okay."

Harry stopped in his tracks when he heard the words that left Cass' mouth, and he felt his heart ache in his chest. He knew this was her job. He needed to keep reminding himself of that, and he couldn't fault her.

It also took him a minute, but he realized it was the same man that had tried to book her the one night - the night Harry had ended up booking her instead.

"Sure, of course," Georgia nodded to try and keep her cover up in front of Cass as well as she could. "Lead the way."

As Georgia began to head out of the club, her and Harry shared one more look - the longing evident in both of their eyes. She had to force herself to look away as sadness began to take over.

Once at the hotel, it became apparent pretty early on that this man wasn't like her Harry at all. He was very much to the point as to what he was expecting by having her here in the room. When he asked about kissing, Georgia made him aware of her rule - if he didn't want to kiss her, then they wouldn't kiss. It seemed that was something he was happy about as he didn't try to make any motions to kiss her at all.

It wasn't until Georgia was on the bed, naked and underneath him, when the reality of the situation was starting to really sink in. She figured the next time someone saw her naked, and the next time that she allowed someone to have her in this way, that it would be Harry. Unfortunately, that image was now tainted as she looked up at the face of a stranger as she felt his hands running down her sides.

"I'd like for you to suck me off before we fuck, is that okay?"

Georgia just nodded in response, flipping them over to where she was now on top of him. He was left only in his boxers, and her hands were shaky as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of them. She blinked as she stared at his stomach before shaking her head.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't," she whispered, quickly moving off the bed to gather her undergarments and her dress.

"What?" The man asked, and she could see that he had propped himself up onto his elbows as he watched her walk around the room - as if she just couldn't wait to get away from him.

"I can't. I'm not in the right headspace this evening, and I've changed my mind. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I-"

A gasp left Georgia as she felt the man's hand coming up to grasp at her - cradling her elbow in his palm as his fingers dug into her skin. "I paid for you."

"And I'll make sure you get your money back," Georgia was now beginning to panic, and she tried to loosen his hold on her. "Cass is good about that, but I'm not doing this. Now let me go, please, you're starting to hurt me."

His grip slipped away from her, and she grabbed her bag before bolting out of the room. Barely holding it together, she pulled her phone and quickly ordered an Uber to Harry's neighborhood. She couldn't remember his exact house number, but she was familiar with the area, and she knew that she would know which house was his as soon as she saw it.

The Uber couldn't get to her fast enough, and she kept looking over her shoulder at the front doors of the hotel as she waited - scared that at any moment the man from upstairs was going to come outside and try to be rough with her again.

Once inside the car, she tapped the tips of her fingertips against the top of her knee. Her mind was everywhere at this point, and there was a nagging fear in the back of her mind that Harry may not even want to see her after what happened tonight. If that's what he wanted, then she would understand, although she would be highly devastated to know that what they had had come to an end.

The Uber dropped her off at the front of the neighborhood, and Georgia did her best to remember whether she needed to go left or right . Trusting her instinct, she went to the right, and it was only a few seconds later that she saw what she knew was Harry's house - the car he had driven her in twice now sitting in the driveway.

It was like she couldn't get to the door fast enough, practically tripping over her feet as she made her way up his stairs. She rang the doorbell with her heart pounding in her chest, and she hadn't even noticed the light in the foyer of his house was off until she saw it flicker on.

The door opened to reveal Harry dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, his expression clearly showing surprise when he realized just who was at his door.

"I couldn't do it," Georgia choked out, tears that she didn't even know had formed beginning to streak down her cheeks. "I had to leave, Harry. I just couldn't do it..."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed with sympathy as he reached out to pull Georgia into his chest. Her bag dropped to the floor once he had her fully inside - making sure to shut and lock the door with one hand so he didn't lose any contact with her. Her petite hands grabbed at the back of his top, and one of his settled onto the back of her head - the other on her lower back.

"She didn't strip for me," Harry spoke up, pressing a kiss to Georgia's hairline. "She danced for me, and I hardly paid attention to her. I mostly looked at the ground the entire time, but I made sure to look up every now and then so I didn't seem suspicious. She asked me several times if I was sure that I didn't want her to strip for me, and I told her 'yes' every time."

Once they pulled apart, Harry's hands cradled Georgia's face in his hands. "I can't stop thinking about you, Georgia. You've taken up a permanent residency in mind - in my soul. I'm so drawn to you."

Georgia felt her knees go weak at the words Harry had spoken to her, and she lifted her hands to rest over the top of his. "I'm scared," she whispered, more tears streaming down her cheeks. "I...I can't get hurt again."

She knew that she hadn't opened up to Harry about her past experience, but it just kind of slipped out. It was the only thing holding her back from completely giving herself over to him.

Harry's heart clenched at both the hurt, and the fear that was etched across Georgia's face. He never pressed about her past, but he figured that someone he deeply hurt her in order for her to be so shaken up when it came to opening up to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured her, the pads of his thumbs brushing underneath her eyes to wipe away her tears. "God, I can't fucking fathom having to go without seeing you. I want you, and I don't mean in just a sexual way. I just want all of you - every part."

When Georgia saw the glimmer that sparked in Harry's eyes, that was all it took for her to finally give in. There was something there she hadn't seen with him before, and it made her feel even more safe than she already had.

"Okay," she nodded, taking a step forward to close the slightest gap that was between them. "Then I'm yours."

In the blink of an eye, Harry's lips were against Georgia's, and she was almost sure that she had heard a whimper leaving him at the contact. The kiss was slow, and Harry gradually tilted her head back before letting his tongue roll into her mouth.

Her thighs clenched at the feeling of it tangling with her own - her hands dropping to grasp at the material of his tank top against his sides. Pressing her chest flush against Harry's, his fingers now threaded through the sides of her hair, and she not only felt, but also heard the pins she had put in it earlier dropping to the floor.

"Shit, sorry," Harry chuckled softly, but not disconnecting their lips, and Georgia shook her head.

Her tongue found his first this time, and she walked forward to start them towards the staircase that was behind Harry. He caught on quickly, and ran his hands down to the back of Georgia's thighs - giving them a squeeze. Taking this as a sign, she jumped, immediately crossing her ankles against the small of his back while her hands cupped the sides of his neck.

The pads of her thumbs ran along his jawline as he carefully maneuvered them up the stairs and towards his bedroom. It felt like déjà vu when Harry set Georgia down on the edge of his bed, and he broke all contact with her before he kneeled in front of her - bringing his hands back up to rest on her knees.

"Did you need to do anything? Freshen up or anything before-"

He wanted her to be as comfortable, but he couldn't stop the grin that broke out on his face when he saw her immediately shaking her head. "No, no, Harry," she reached out for him, gripping at his biceps. "I just want you. Need you, please."

Harry felt his prick throb against his thigh at her words, and this was the first time he was going to allow himself to give into that feeling around her. He never wanted to before so that he didn't disrespect her, but it was more than obvious that they both knew where this was leading tonight.

It had been a while since he had been in the bedroom like this with a woman, and he tried to push down his anxiousness as much as possible. He just wanted to please Georgia in every way because she deserved it.

"Okay," Harry stood, and he went to grab the bottom of his tank top, but Georgia soon mirrored him completely - both of them now standing at the foot of his bed.

"Can I?" Georgia ghosted her lips across Harry's as they held each other's eyes, and he gave her a nod.

It took an obscene amount of restraint for Harry to keep himself from gasping as Georgia's knuckles brushed against his lower stomach, and she began to mouth over his jawline as she started to lift the material from his abdomen. She only separated herself from him to pull the article of clothing off - her body pressing against his immediately just as before once it was discarded on the floor.

Harry ran his fingertips down the outside of Georgia's thighs, and she lifted her arms above her head without a second thought once his hands gripped the hem of her dress. It soon joined Harry's tank top beneath them, and once again, he led her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Just like in his kitchen the other night, he was on his knees in front of her as he removed each of her strappy heels - tossing them to the side once finished. He massaged each of her feet in his hands for a few seconds, something he knew she enjoyed after working like she did tonight, before he raised up a bit to be face to face with her again.

"Let's move back on the bed a little," Harry offered as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Georgia's mouth.

Georgia nodded as she leaned back onto her elbows, and she started to crawl backwards towards the pillows against the headboard - Harry's body matching her movements, and hovering over her the entire time as she did so. Her whole body was jittery with the anticipation of what was to come.

"So beautiful," one of Harry's hands started its journey up Georgia's side, and he swallowed harshly before cupping a covered breast in his palm. He watched as Georgia's eyes slipped shut with her head tilting back into the pillows as he began to knead the supple flesh. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Georgia breathed, her hands now resting against his ribcage. "Please keep going. You can take it off completely, if you want. I...I want you to see me."

"Alright, sweetheart. You're already looking as gorgeous as can be - don't know how I'm going to survive this."

Georgia blushed at his compliment, and she gave his sides a squeeze. "You really don't know how attractive you are, do you, Harry? I don't know how I'm going to survive seeing you like this."

They both took a moment to laugh at their comments, the air feeling a bit lighter when filled with Georgia's giggles.

Harry's large hands ventured around to the middle of Georgia's back, and he began to undo the satin ribbon tie that was holding her peach colored bra to her body. He moved one hand back around to tug at the middle of it, and it was soon removed entirely from Georgia.

He couldn't help but still hold her eyes, and it wasn't until she gave him a nod that he looked down at her full, and freckled breasts. Her nipples were already growing hard due to them no longer being confined against the warm material, and Harry's mouth was instantly watering as he pictured getting his tongue on them.

"Stunning," Harry shook his head in disbelief, feeling like he was in a dream finally having his girl like this. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sweet Georgia, I hope you know that. Is it okay if I touch?"

"Harry, you asking permission means so much to me, but I'm so comfortable with you right now. I know you're going to take your time, and I don't mind what you do. If anything does bother me, I'll tell you, okay?"

"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll tell me. No matter how small, whatever it is that may end up bothering you."

"I promise," Georgia lifted one of her feet, running the arch of it down one of his calves. "I just desperately need to feel your hands on me."

Harry had been with a few women who were a bit needy in the past, but never anything like this. She was practically begging for him, and that didn't happen a lot - whether it be hookups or relationships, although he wasn't too much of a hookup guy.

"Fuck, honey," Harry leaned down, cupping the underside of one of her breasts in his hands before giving it a squeeze. He kissed the skin around her nipple for just a few seconds before lapping at the hardened bud with his tongue.

Georgia gasped, hand latching into the back of Harry's curls. She could feel his cock twitching in his sweats against her thigh, and she moved ever so slightly to apply a bit of pressure - wanting to grant him a bit of relief.

Groaning against her skin, Harry moved his other hand to knead Georgia's other breast, and he smirked against her when felt her flexing her thigh against him every so often.

"Hold on a second," Harry reached one hand to readjust himself in both his sweats and briefs, but Georgia wrapped her hand around his wrist.

"Take your pants off."

Harry obeyed, leaving his briefs on, but still adjusting himself before he resumed his work on her previously unattended nipple. He reached down, and hitched her knees up by his hips, and Georgia moaned as she felt his bulge rubbing perfectly against her covered clit.

"O-oh, that's so good," she whimpered as Harry started a slow rhythm, making sure he moved against her in a way that fed him the most reactions. "You could make me come just from this."

"Really?" Harry kissed along her collarbone, nipping at it gently. His hands now grasped her hips, and he pulled her just a bit harder against him - aiding her in her movements.

"Yes," Georgia gripped to Harry's biceps, hiding her face in his neck as she already felt the brewing of an orgasm in her lower stomach. "Haven't been tended to like this in so long. 'S so nice, Harry."

After hearing her words, Harry knew he was going to make sure he had her coming this way before they progressed any further. He leaned his head back down to suck at one of her nipples again, and he could feel Georgia's thighs trembling against him.

"Your body is so beautiful, sweetheart. I can't wait to worship every part of you - let you see just how much you're worth. I want to give you all the pleasure in the world."

Georgia's head started to feel dizzy as Harry spoke. Although what he said wasn't downright filthy like a lot of women want when in bed with a man, she thinks that it had her turned on even more because she could tell that he meant it. It was like he wanted to cherish every bit of her, and it meant a lot to her that he spoke it out loud so she would know.

"Well, you're on the right track," she complimented him, causing Harry to huff out a laugh as he began to kiss over her neck now - latching to her pulse point which had her whining out.

Harry's eyes glanced down at where their covered cores were connecting, and the image of him with his head between her thighs flashed into his mind. He closed his eyes tight, just the thought of that having him on the brink of his own orgasm. As much as Harry wanted to do that for her tonight, he knew he'd come the minute he tasted her.

"I-I'm gonna come," Georgia's breathing increased, and Harry bit down gently on the skin he had been tending to on her neck before lifting up - wanting to see her face as she released. "Gonna-"

She cut herself off with a lewd moan, her hips stuttering as she rode out her high.

Never in her life had she come with her center clothed like this before, and it had her realizing that her connection to Harry was even stronger than she had thought up until now.

Their rolling hips began to slow, and Georgia leaned up to connect her lips with Harry's. His fingertips danced over her sun kissed skin as their tongues explored each other's mouths, as if they hadn't kissed like this several times before. It wasn't until she felt Harry's dick pulse against her dampened core that she remembered there was still more to come.

"Harry," she pulled away from his mouth, hands coasting over his chiseled abdomen. "I'm ready now."

Licking over his bottom lip, Harry sat back on the heels of his feet to peel Georgia's wet underwear off her body, the middle sticking to her just slightly before coming loose - allowing him to pull them down her legs. He tossed them onto the ground with their other clothing, making his way back to hover over her.

Georgia hooked her fingers into the waistband of Harry's briefs, tugging them down to about mid-thigh before he took over, and kicked them the rest of the way off.

At the same time, they both let their eyes wander down, taking in each other's vulnerable, and naked bodies for the first time.

"Oh my god," Georgia's eyes widened as she saw Harry's prick hard between the two of them. "I could tell you were big but, oh my god..."

She realized she was repeating herself, but she couldn't help it. She had to be sure that Harry was going to be the biggest that she ever had, and that intimidated her slightly.

Harry felt even more flushed in his face as Georgia spoke, and he tried to distract himself from the nervousness by sliding his hand up her inner thigh. Once again, he kept his eyes on her face as his fingertips came in contact with her slick clit, and he watched as she gasped.

"I just want to make sure you're ready," he whispered, dragging his fingers down to play at her dripping entrance. "I'm gonna start with two."

Georgia nodded in response, and her back arched as she felt his long digits entering inside. Her mouth hung open as she tilted her head back - panting into the air around them.

"How long has it been, sweet Georgia?"

"A few months," she felt like she could barely speak with just how wonderful he was making her feel, and he only had his fingers inside. "But, fuck, you have to believe me when I say no one has ever made me feel like this."

"You don't understand how happy I am to be the one you're giving yourself over to," Harry leaned down to press a kiss to Georgia's cheek. "And I'm so glad you're feeling good. I hope I can make you feel even better in a few minutes."

Georgia's thighs clenched around Harry's hand when she thought about all of him entering inside of her, and she dwelled on the stretch that she knew would take over almost all of her senses, but she wanted it so badly.

"I want it now, please," Georgia's voice peaked up in pitch as Harry's fingers curled inside of her, the tips of them stroking at her sweet spot. "I promise, I'll be okay."

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving Georgia a few more strokes with his fingers before he pulled them out. Her eyes fluttered open to watch him bring them to his mouth, cleaning them off. He opened his bedside door and grabbed a condom - heart pounding against his chest.

He was about to have sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he hoped that he didn't disappoint.

Georgia could see that his hands were shaking as he tried to open up the wrapped on the condom, and she lifted her hands up - running them across his shoulders. "Don't be nervous. You've already been so great, and you're going to make me feel even better - just like you said."

Closing his eyes, Harry took a minute, taking in a deep breath as he tried to ground himself. He could still feel Georgia's gentle touches caressing his shoulders, as well as his biceps, and he tried to focus on just how comforting those little actions were.

Harry was met with a sweet smile from Georgia once he opened his eyes to look down at her again. She bit down on her bottom lip as she took the condom from him, raising her eyebrows. "Do you mind if I do it?"

"N-no, not at all," Harry shook his head, watching as she took the condom out of the wrapper.

Georgia ran her tongue over the inside of her cheek as she held the condom in one hand, reaching down to wrap her hand around Harry's length with the other. A moan immediately left Harry's mouth, and his hips jolted forward as she gave him a small squeeze.

She couldn't help but become obsessed with how his face morphed into one of pure pleasure once she got her hand on him, and she took it upon herself to run her thumb over his head - collecting the precum that had gathered on his slit to work it down the rest of his length.

Harry now had one hand resting underneath one of Georgia's breasts, the other planted beside her head to hold him over her in a hovering position, and he felt himself beginning to buckle through his elbow as Georgia started stroking over his hardened prick.

"F-feels so good," he breathed, the pad of his thumb running over her pert nipple. "But if I'm not in you in the next few seconds, I'll be coming on your stomach, and that would be proper humiliating."

Georgia giggled at his words, nodding. "Okay, Harry babe, just a second."

The hand already on him continued to hold his base as Georgia rolled the condom down his member, only drawing both hands away to drop them down onto the mattress beside her once it was secured. Harry's hand ran down Georgia's side to hitch one of her legs against his hip again, and once she held it there on her own, he reached down to guide his length to her entrance.

He ran his throbbing tip through her drenched folds a few times, letting it tap against her swollen clit, causing Georgia to whimper, before he nudged himself inside.

Georgia let out a salacious moan as Harry stilled once getting past that ridge, already feeling her walls swallowing down around him. "Oh my god," she huffed, looking down to where they connected.

Although Georgia may have been looking between them, Harry had his eyes set right on her face. He pushed in a little further, and once he felt secure enough inside, he dropped his hand from himself to massage her hip - hoping to soothe her.

"Are you okay? I can wait a little bit before going any further."

"I-I'm okay, I promise. Keep going, please," Georgia's eyes connected with Harry's once again, and she felt her jaw dropping as he slid completely inside after a few seconds.

Harry whined as he felt her warmth completely engulfing him, and Georgia was quick to hike her other leg up to mimic its counterpart. They both stayed still, enjoying the closeness before Harry pulled out halfway - pushing back in again to have Georgia's head lulling to the side amongst the pillow beneath it.

"So good, Harry," she praised him, hands reaching out to clutch to his forearms. "This is perfect - you're perfect."

"So are you," Harry leaned down to press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. "This is so much better than I imagined. Thank you."

Georgia now held Harry's face in her hands, reaching up to trail the tip of her index finger down the bridge of his nose, and the tip of it, before letting it sink into his cupid's bow - just like she did the first time they met. "You're welcome," she whispered, leaning up to give him a gentle peck. "And thank you."

Her hands continued to cradle his sculpted jawline as he began to set up his pace of thrusts in and out of her, and their heavy breathing began to fill the room. She could tell she was already towards the brink of another orgasm just a few strokes in, but her heart was also fluttering at the fact that he had thanked her for allowing them to be like this.

It was the first time she had ever heard a 'thank you' for sex where it didn't feel transactional. With Harry, it was genuine, and she found herself lucky to be in the vulnerable presence of someone as kind hearted as him.

Harry kept up his rhythm, and he felt Georgia's walls fluttering around him even more. He huffed out a moan before Georgia wrapped her arms around his neck, ghosting her lips over his. "Closer."

He knew he would be a fool to deny her, so he dropped himself down completely onto his elbows, snaking his hands around to her shoulder blades to keep her at a good angle before continuing his thrusts.

Georgia had to be floating into ecstasy, she was sure of it. Every nerve in her body tingled in the best way possible, and there was that familiar sensation building between her legs. She moaned every time he hit just the right spot - her toes curling more and more.

"Such beautiful noises you make, Sweet Georgia," she heard Harry cooing into her ear. "Never heard anything so stunning in my life."

Licking over her bottom lip, she dug the tips of her fingers into the skin of his back, closing her eyes. "Evangeline."

Harry wasn't sure he heard what she said. He was so drawn into the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling that he was certain that whatever she had tried to say had gotten so muffled that he couldn't recognize it.

He hummed softly in question as he pulled himself up a bit, looking down at Georgia properly as her eyes opened back up to stare into his jade colored ones. Taking his face into her hands again, she felt her heart clambering against her chest. "Evangeline," she whispered again, running her thumb along his cheekbone. "My name is Evangeline."

Harry's heart soared as he realized just what this meant. She trusted him, just as much as he now trusted her, and he gave her a wide smile. "Evangeline," he repeated, knocking the tip of his nose against hers. "My sweet Evie angel."

Tears threatened to fill Evangeline's eyes at his sentiment, but she pushed them away, not wanting to ruin the moment they were currently having. No man had ever had a nickname for her before, and it immediately had her flipping head over heels for Harry - even more so than before.

She lifted herself up to engage in a passionate kiss, her tongue tracing patterns over Harry's, and the roof of his mouth.

Harry knew that he was reaching his end, but he needed to feel Evangeline releasing against him first. While still locked into their kiss, he guided the tips of two of his fingers to her clit - beginning to move in precise circles as his thrusts increased.

Their top lips still remaining connected, Evangeline mewled, eyes shutting tight as she lifted her hips to meet all of Harry's movements. "I'm right there, Harry," she cried out, nails down digging into the tops of his shoulders as her hands had fallen. "I'm coming again. Please, don't stop, I'm coming."

Her rambling turned into a symphony of all the noises Harry had been pulling from her tonight, and as soon as he felt her walls clenching down, and pulsing around him, his orgasm washed over him as well. Harry watched Evangeline ride her climax for as long as possible before he dropped down against her chest, moaning as his thrusts grew sloppy, and he continued to empty himself into the confines of the condom.

They both remained silent for a few moments, Evangeline playing with the soft curls at the nape of Harry's neck as they embraced each other. They were sweaty, and their skin was sticking together, but neither one of them cared. This was all they had been craving for so long, and they were going to cherish it.

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Eventually the couple had cleaned themselves up, and they were now both laying in bed - deciding to forgo any clothing. Evangeline was cuddled up against Harry's side, one of her legs draped over his to have her swollen core pressed against his thigh, but it didn't feel sexual in the slightest. They both just wanted to continue to feel close to each other, an intimacy that they knew they'd never find with anyone else, even if it was unspoken between them at this point.

The side of her head rested low against one of his shoulders as the tips of her fingers played with the cross pendant nestled in his sparse chest hair.

Harry's fingers were alternating from stroking through Evangeline's hair, and running down the smooth skin of her back - feeling the dips of her spine as he went along. He was overjoyed with how much they managed to further their relationship tonight, and he hoped this meant that they truly belonged to each other.

"I was hesitant to tell you my name because I've only ever told one other person while working at the club," Evangeline spoke up after a while, the only noise in the room before having been the vinyl that Harry put on in the corner after their showers. "And that didn't end well for me."

Harry remained quiet, not wanting to push her, but he kept up his gentle touches to let her know that he was there, and he was listening.

"It was a few years ago," she sighed, still focusing on the pendant she was fidgeting with previously to keep herself occupied. "I had been working at Fortune for a few years, and I had done plenty of dances in my room, but I had never been approached about going over to the hotel. Cass came to me one night to tell me I had been requested. I was hesitant at first, considering I had never done it before, but when he told me who it was, I realized it was this man who visited me in my room fairly often.

"He was always so sweet to me, and he made me feel comfortable. He was gentle, and when I allowed him to put his hands on me a few times, he was respectful. I guess you could say I already had developed a bit of a crush on him before Cass told me about his request. Since it was him, I accepted, and it was wonderful the first time around. I told him my name that night, and I thought that maybe I was actually finding something real with someone."

Pausing for a minute, she took in a deep breath to try and calm her emotions, a bit frustrated with herself that she still allowed this to get to her after so many years had passed. "The second time was when I saw him for who he was. We were laying in bed, and his phone rang. When he went to answer it, I could see his lock screen was a picture of him and a woman. It clicked instantly that it was a photo from their wedding. When I asked him about it, he made me feel foolish for believing the things he had told me. He ended up telling me that he only said those things because he thought I would put out more."

Harry's hold on Evangeline tightened as he listened to her story - so many emotions flowing through his body. He was angry that someone would betray her in such a way, and make her feel less than when they were the one feeding her lies. He was also pained that this obviously still took a toll on her, and that it made her put up a few walls that he was sure she never thought anyone could tear down again.

"Now I've realized that with you, Harry, it's been so different - even in the beginning. The way that you looked at me, and the way that you spoke to me, no one had ever made me feel the way that you did that first night we met. The more time I spent with you, I knew I could trust you, but I was just so scared. I think maybe that's why I had tried to push you away. I couldn't bear the thought of us getting even closer than we already were just to have the rug pulled out from underneath me again."

Evangeline finally peered up at Harry, and he looked down as he felt her head tilting up against his shoulder. "And I feel bad because I wasn't honest with you that night, when you asked if I was happy working at Fortune still. I haven't really been happy working there since a few nights after you started to come and see me regularly. It was like each time I just wanted to forget that place, and leave with you, but I was just scared. And now I think that Cass may be getting himself involved in things that I don't necessarily feel comfortable with. The way he threatened me tonight, about you coming in, he's never been like that before."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed, and he licked over his bottom lip. "If you want to leave, Evie, I'll find a way to get you out," he told her honestly, lifting his hand to cradle her cheek. "If he is truly involved in something he shouldn't be, then I would move again for you in a heartbeat. I'd take you anywhere that you needed to go in order for you to feel safe."

Her eyes searched his face for a while before she turned her head - pressing a kiss against his palm. "Have you ever been in love?"

Sighing, Harry looked up at the ceiling starting his strokes in Evangeline's hair once again. "A few years ago I thought I was, yes."

"Can I ask what happened?"

"I found out that she was with me for what I could give her, not emotionally or physically, but materialistically. Overheard her when I came home early from work one day, and she was sitting in the kitchen with one of her friends - bragging about everything I had bought her recently. Eventually I heard her friend ask if she loved me, and her words were, 'I love what he can buy me'. Once she left, and I reflected on the relationship, I realized that we really didn't have that much of an emotional connection. Other than we were intimate, she was never really affectionate, even then she really wasn't," Harry let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "It happened for the best, helped me learn to be cautious. You probably couldn't tell, but I was cautious with you at first.

"I have to admit that I had to keep reminding myself that I was paying for your time, and maybe it all didn't mean as much to you as it did to me, but that changed for me last weekend in that hotel room with you. I could tell by the way you looked at me, and the way you asked me to kiss you, that you felt what I was feeling too - even if we weren't admitting it."

Evangeline smiled softly, pushing up to press her lips against Harry's jawline. "I've had such strong feelings about you for a while."

She tugged on Harry's body softly, and they moved around to where they were cuddled even closer, both of them laying on their sides. Humming, Harry brushed his nose against hers before Evangeline spoke again. "I want you for you, Harry. If you'll have me - I want to be yours."

Harry's heart could've burst as Evangeline's confession, and he reached down to grasp at her hips. "I want you so much, Evie. You have such a beautiful soul to match such a beautiful face - you drew me in immediately. If you're mine, then I'm also yours."

The couple began to kiss again, hands gripping at each other's bodies as if they couldn't get enough of each other. After a few minutes of making out, and a bit of foreplay, Harry was rolling another condom down his shaft before entering his Evie angel for the second time of the night.

[illubean]

Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Characters: Chamber, Gekko, Iso, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Phoenix, Raze, Sage, Skye, Viper, Yoru Type: Headcanons

HAHA help me valorant brainrot >.< also this is based off of my hs experience soooo yeah

Warnings: none

Chamber

your typical pretty boy

all the girls love him all the boys hate him

well...most of the girls love him

they follow him around to classes or offer him gifts or ask to sit with him at lunch etc.

and he eats up the attention every time

he's lab partners with Viper in Environmental Sciences and he likes trying to flirt with her

she actually hates him btw

Gekko

canonically he skateboards

but honestly? I can see him being on the dance team

he's so high energy, he needs some sort of outlet

he never misses an opportunity to show off his dance moves

homecoming? prom? he is the center of the dance circle

like Raze, he doesn't know how popular he is

he's just happy to have so many good friends that it doesn't even actually occur to him that he's considered "popular"

Iso

he's an ap art kid

like he walks around with a big ass sketchbook every day

always talking about his portfolio

Iso baby ily but please shut the fuck up about oil paints <3

he probably volunteered part of his summer break to come in and paint a mural for the school

I think he'd also take a piano class as like a schedule filler but he actually gets crazy good at it

Jett

pe tryhard

if you end up on the opposite team as her while playing dodge ball good luck 😓

she's always picked as team captain because literally no one else is excited as she is

she's sorta like Hairo from Saiki K 💀

she gets a lil mad when her teammates don't try

Killjoy

she's in robotics club

she's not very popular but that doesn't bother her at all

she heads straight to and from every class and spends her lunch period in the workshop unless Raze drags her off somewhere

not a lot of people actually know who she is, and if they do they just know her as 'Raze's Friend'

i think she'd remind the teacher about the homework and hit you with the "erm actually 🤓" tbh

Neon

she's on track and field/cross country

after every meet you can find her laying on the floor somewhere ready to puke bc she tries so hard to win 😭

she always ends up top 5 tho

she complains about practice but joins the team every year anyways

she carries her bag around all the time and if you open it there's like 10 water bottles in there

#hydratedqueen

Phoenix

theater kid DUHH

he's probably drama club president or sumn

bro will NOT let go of a specific song from a musical he was in his freshman year and it wasn't even his song 💀

he's been in every show every year and somehow he manages to land every role he wants

he's insanely good at the game 'bang' (mostly because he's louder than everyone else...)

he probably plans/hosts the cast parties too

Raze

she doesn't care much about her grades

she does the bare minimum and gets straight Cs

she's just here to have fun

everyone likes her because of her approachable personality

she doesn't think she's popular but she is

Sage

she's in the medical assistant class

she takes it very seriously, as she plans on going to medical school

even before taking the class she carries a first aid kit and other essentials everywhere she goes

you need a bandaid? ibuprofen? a pad or tampon? she has it all

she's also ASB president

school events literally would not be able to run without her

lets just say her college applications/resume will look REALLY good...

Skye

she also took medical assistant but was less crazy about it than Sage

she just follows her friend's lead

she thinks the skills are useful but she doesn't see herself making it her career

but also I think she would play volleyball

she's a well rounded player but specializes most in defense

still, don't underestimate her bc this girl can SPIKE

Viper

she took every ap science class offered without taking the general ones first

she complains about getting any grade below an A...

"What are you talking about? That test was easy"

sorry not everyone is as smart as you Sabine 😑

she spends all her free time at chem tutoring (even though she doesn't need it)

Yoru

he thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he walks down the halls but he doesn't

everyone just thinks his mad all the time and stay out of his way 😭

randos try to pick fights with him bc he "looked at them wrong" (Yoru wins every time)

he's not exactly a 'quiet kid' but he does lay low when it comes to the social part of school

despite his 'bad boy' look, he has pretty good grades

he's also probably one of those guys that a handful of girls have a crush on but he has no idea

[in-my-shifting-era]

Lost Keys

Spencer Reid (Fluff)

Summery: After a hard case reader just wants to get get home and sleep in her own bed.When readers keys keys goes missing. Spencer comes to save the day.

Warning: Normal Criminal Minds stuff. Some talk if a case that involves children. Nothing graphic. Reader does cry but it is more of frustration and exhaustion then sadness.

Authors note: I’m back! Sorry I haven’t posted anything. Life has been keeping me a little too busy. Writing has been on the back burner for a bit. As the poll determined here is a Spencer Reid post! Feedback would be amazing. I’d love to get some mutuals on here!

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The case was a hard one. Cases involving children tend to be harder to handle then others. Though the unsub was caught pretty quickly and the children taken where physically unharmed; this case took so much out of you. Having to think about what those children may have experienced at the hands of that monster.

You would have loved to just go back to the hotel room you had been staying in for the past few days and sleep this whole weekend off. Hotch insisted that the team would be home sleeping in there beds tonight. Even if that meant getting in at almost 2am. The thought of being on a jet for two hours feeling both physically and mentally exhausted was enough for a headache to start.

Your ‘Go’ bag had been packed up messily before heading to board the jet. You shuffled in with your team. Everyone taking there sports tiredly while having had one final debrief before take off. You sat down and tried to get comfortable. Tried being a key word there. You did not fall asleep once on the whole 2 hour flight. JJ offered you some ibuprofen for your headache. After hour in and still a pounding headache Spencer offered you chamomile tea. You ended up sipped on that as you watched the jet land.

You stretch lightly as you get up and gather your stuff to head to your car. Spencer stops and lets you off before him with a sweet but tired smile. You mimic his smile right back to him and head off the jet. You wait at the bottom for the young doctor. He always insists on walking your to your car when it’s late at night, and because you think he’s cute you let it slide.

His long strides get him down quicker then you. As you start to walk together he speaks. “So do you think you’ll make it to your bed this time or is your pillow still on your couch.” You laugh and roll your eyes playfully. “No actually I’m making an effort to sleep in my bed. Bosses orders.” You smile up at him and put your hands in your bag looking for your car keys as you approach where you thought you parked.

Your heat sank when you didn’t feel your keys where they should be. You stopped quickly and started searching more thoroughly. This action making Spencer almost walk right into you. You start to panic more when you don’t see the small wristlet of keys you usually have. Spencer places his hand on your shoulders gently taking you back to reality. “What’s wrong. What are you looking for.”

A pit of dispute hits your chest as your respond. “I don’t have my car or apartment keys.” Spencer’s small looks of pitty makes your eyes well with tears. “I could have left them on the jet. I’ll run and go see if-” Spencer steps in front of your swiftly and puts his hands on your shoulders gently to have you look at him. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s almost 3 am and you’re exhausted. I’ll bring you to my apartment. You will get some sleep and in the morning we’ll call and ask if they found any keys left behind.”

A single tear falls but only because your blinked while nodding your head lightly. “I don’t get to sleep in my bed though.” You look up giving him sad eyes because at this point your are almost delirious from no sleep. Spencer moves some hair behind your ear and smiles softly at you. “We’ll I am sorry about that. You can have my bed. We both like a more firm mattress so you’ll be comfortable. Does that sound okay?” You nod lightly loving the idea of sleeping in a bed after the weekend you’ve had and follow Spencer to his car.

Spencer left his oldies station on as you drove to his apartment. You hummed along to a Beatles song as you pulled up to the familiar building . You got out and follow him up to his appointment thinking about just how late it is. You both get in and take off your shoes and coat. Spencer leads you to his room turns on lights as he goes.

“I’ll give you some clothes if you want. Work clothes are not comfortable to sleep in.” You offer him a sweet smile. “Thank you Spencer. For all of this. I’m paying for our coffee on Monday.” Spencer smiles cutely. “Technology you owe me two coffees because when you spilled yours last week I gave you my cheese danish to eat.” You laugh remembering the hazelnut latte you lost that day. “Then I owe you a cheese danish. Sound fair?” Spencer nods and hands you some sweatpants and an old tee of his. “I’m going to the guest bathroom you can change in here or in my bathroom.”

You give him a small nod and smile as he leaves his room. You change quickly and do a very lazy version of your nightly routine in his bathroom. As you get back to his bed you see Spencer taking a pillow off and look around for an extra blanket..“ Am I kicking you out if you bed sleeping here?” He shakes his head. “No not technically. I just figured you’d be more comfortable if I slept on the couch.”

You shake your head and pat his side of the bed. “No. I’d feel terrible if you slept on the couch. Stay here.” He gives you a shy smile and puts his pillow back. “As long as your comfortable with it I’ll stay.” You smile tiredly at him as you getting under the covers on your side of the bed. “I’m fine with it. I’m usually comfortable when I fall asleep on your shoulder anyway. If I latch onto you just push me off the bed.”Spencer lays lightly and gets one his side of the bed making it dip slightly. “I never push your head off so this would be no different for me.” You blush lightly at the thought of waking up entangled with him. “Goodnight Spencer.” You close your eyes slowly letting Spencer’s “Goodnight” be what lulls your asleep.

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley….. 

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun. 

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself. 

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

 You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n:  “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?”  You folded your arms and sat back against the couch. 

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment. 

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again. 

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him. 

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now. 

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him. 

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes. 

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously. 

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you. 

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication. 

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit. 

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared. 

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?” 

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -” 

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?” 

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

 You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty. 

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited. 

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”  You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone. 

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it  revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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[littleavengerfics]

Stucky x little one where she ks having bad stomach pain and cling to her daddy’s?

Steve would be so protective and wouldn’t take her to the doctor instead he would let someone come to them while she curls up to Bucky in his lap🥺

thank you for the request!

warnings: doctors and mentions medical stuff and injuries

Stomach ache (stucky x little reader)

"Hey y/n guess what your favourite daddies got for you!" Bucky sang walking in with two large shopping bags, steve following behind with another.

However they were met with the sight of you curled up on the bed groaning in pain. Bucky immediately dropped the bags and walked over to the couch where you were laying in agony.

"Doll? Are you alright?" You shook your head writhing around feeling like you were being repeatedly hit in the stomach. "Hurts."

"How long has it been hurting?" Steve asked when he'd moved the shopping from the floor to the counter. "Jus after you left." Bucky and Steve shared a worried glance, they hadn't seen you in this much pain since... maybe ever.

"This could be something serious, maybe we should get someone to take a look hm? Just to check you're doing okay." You gave him a worried glance. "No wan."

"I agree Buck, we can't let them go out like this. They could get something else and I don't think it's a good idea to take them somewhere unfamiliar and scare them."

"Sam told me about an app where you can get them to come to you and if that fails we could always try Bruce." Steve agreed so he stayed with you whilst bucky arranged the doctors appointment.

"He said it will be around an hour." Steve nodded before laying down next to you, you eventually managed to cuddle up close without aggravating your stomach. "Daddy im scared. No like doctors."

"I know baby, but we need to make sure you're nice and healthy, okay? Me and Dada will protect you." After some cartoons and snuggles Bucky answered the knock on the door. "Baby this is Dr Alex can she come and take a look at you?" You saw a woman stood next to him, she seemed really friendly and your caregivers were there so you nodded.

"Why don't you sit with Bucky y/n and I will hold your hand." Steve suggested making you nod, Bucky sat down beside you, pulling you into his lap. "they're little right now, I hope that's okay." Bucky sighed and the woman nodded. "Of course, whatever makes them more comfortable." You couldn't help but smile at that she seemed nice, maybe you could trust her just a little.

"So y/n I've heard you have been having some stomach pain?" She asked sitting opposite you. "Mhm." You replied looking away. "anything else? Fever? Nausea?" Steve shook his head squeezing your hand a little to prove he was still there.

"Okay, do you mind if I take a look?" She asked making you nod nervously. "Alright, I can see some bruising around here." Her fingers touched it slightly making you hiss. "I know I'm sorry, well I think it's mostly likely just a pulled muscle, have they been doing anything strenuous recently?"

"They've been training a lot recently, I can't believe we didnt think of that." Alex gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you called me out. It's always best to get it checked out rather than assume it's nothing. It seems quite severe but it doesn't require surgery which is good." Bucky sighed with relief hearing that and kissed the top of your head. "You did so good."

"They need plenty of rest and to avoid doing anything strenuous for 4-6 weeks, and I recommend ice packs and heat packs to helo witb the swelling along with some ibuprofen but other than that there's nothing else we need to do." Steve nodded looking at bucky, they both knew it was going to be hard to get you to stay still for 4-6 weeks. If you weren't training in your big headspace you were running around playing with your daddies.

"Thank you Dr Alex, let me show you out." Steve smiled shaking her hand before opening the door for her. "Bye y/n. Thank you guys." She smiled back at Steve and Bucky before leaving. "See kiddo that wasn't too bad." You glared at him.

"alright, I know, it's gonna be hard to stay in bed and rest but it's what your body needs and you can get all the cuddles you could ever want." You gave him a small smile at that. "We love you kiddo and we are so proud of you. You were so brave today." Steve grinned kissing your forehead making you giggle.

Maybe spending all that time in bed cuddling wouldn't be so bad after all.

[bettsfic]

Hi!

I was wondering how do you elevate or better flesh out a very vague premise (e.g. A man falls in love with his boss). But there are many ways to take vague ideas like this and it’s hard to make it more.

there are really only two paths: the easy, long road; and the hard, fast road. on extremely rare occasion you may hit the jackpot and find an easy, fast road, but in my experience that is like winning the lottery.

the easy, long road:

you write the idea down somewhere. you let it incubate for a really long time. you have faith in the universe that all the pieces will begin to click into place until you go, "i've got it," and start writing.

i call that moment "ignition." when your vague "what am i even trying to write" idea clicks into "wait wait wait, i'm onto something here" and your brain starts churning out ideas for scenes and plot points.

there can be a lot of false starts, where you try to shoehorn your vague idea into another vague idea and see if they make a less vague idea, but sometimes that doesn't work. you may also start working on something else and realize you're unconsciously writing that vague idea you had 3 years ago. but overall it's a passive process. you have to wait for specificity to find you.

the hard, short road:

you write the idea down somewhere. you stare at it until you get a headache, and then you take some ibuprofen and stare at it some more. using the "ignition" metaphor, this is like your car not starting so you just keep turning the engine until it either starts or you flood it.

if you brute force your vague idea, you can potentially ruin it for yourself, but if you're motivated to take this path, i think your first step is to get out a notebook and start brainstorming. if the premise is "a man falls in love with his boss," write a list of industries where they might work. then circle a few of them and start researching those industries to see if you can find a nugget of information that clicks with your idea until you get some kind of conflict churning.

if you can't find anything, you make more lists. list out potential endings, plot points, inciting incidences. character traits and arcs. countries, cities. for every item of every list, make a list of possibilities. if this, then this and this. if that, then that and that. and you go on and on and on until you maybe have enough to get some words down.

an example:

my sister, a copywriter, started doing social media for a welding school. she told me she was learning a lot about welding and that i should write a story about a welding teacher. this school specifically is one of the best in the country, and my sister said something to the effect of, "people come from all over the country to live in this shithole town for six months. that seems like an interesting story."

in my A4 rhodia, on december 19, 2023, i wrote,

story of welding teacher at best welding school in the country

lonely ISTP casey affleck kinda guy (that was my sister's idea; she meant it in a derogatory way)

being taken care of by his grandmother?

all i had was "welder" kind of in the back of my head. fast forward to earlier this month, watching season 3 of the Bad Batch and having a lot of feelings about Crosshair's shakey hands (i've also developed a tremor in my hands).

and then i thought, a welder whose hands begin shaking. that's a conflict, that's an inciting incident. his whole career might be in jeopardy.

i wrote this paragraph:

He'd never admitted to his wife that he wanted kids. They didn’t have any, though, for the same reason he never became a farmer—he didn’t want to raise something just to see it slaughtered. Who knew what kind of war the country would cook up in eighteen years? Turn of the century, sending kids out to god knows where, just the right number of years from Vietnam that everyone would’ve forgotten it, the way that by Vietnam they’d forgotten Korea.

i managed to weave this general idea into the bigger plot of a novel i started a long time ago, and it reignited my interest in that project, and now i'm feeling really good that this 200k monstrosity i thought i would just throw away now might have some potential, more importantly some focus, all because of a vague idea i wrote down months ago.

[blooming-violets]

Giving preschool teacher Peter Parker a massage, I know those kiddos use his long limbs as a human jungle gym

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[tasm!peter parker x reader]

Gray Hairs and Massages

"And then, for some unknown reason, Marcus stood up and started singing Jingle Bells at the top of his lungs while Allie attempted to do the worm around him. She hit her face off the floor and got a bloody nose. Meanwhile, Jessica and Kit have climbed to the top of the bookcase and are attempting to jump off, Kevin has Chubs the hamster in his pocket even after I told him not to touch the class pet, Max is spinning in circles so fast that he starts puking, Rowen is crying in the corner because he misses his mom, and the rest of the kids are sitting on the circle time rug looking at me like they've lost all hope in my abilities to run a classroom!"

Peter let out a loud, exaggerated sigh and flopped face first onto the bed after detailing his chaotic work day to you.

"I thought fighting crime was hard," he mumbled into the bunched up blankets under his face. "Preschool is worse than any bad guy I've ever come across."

You repressed a laugh for his own sanity and took a seat on the bed beside him, "At least it'll be good practice for when we have kids. If you can handle 22 children, I think you should be able to handle four with ease."

He peaked his eyes up from his blanket prison to give you a questioning look, "Four? You want four kids now? What happened to only two?"

You shot him a smile and gave an innocent shrug, "Hearing you talk about the chaos made me excited. I want to see you in action. Super dad, Peter Parker. It has a nice ring to it."

He groaned and hid his face back into the blankets, "I don't think I could even handle one. These children are crazed. They're taking over. They know I'm weak. They can smell my blood in the water and they're circling into attack mode. They're going to eat me alive. One day someone will check in on me and my half devoured body will be staring lifeless up at the ceiling while the children have gone completely feral as they feast on my flesh for snacktime. It's Lord of the Flies in there. My head has been pounding all evening."

You chucked at his over exaggeration of the situation and patted his back, "Such a drama queen. My day was lovely, thank you for asking. I got to sit in a quiet library and sort books."

He rolled over and flopped his head into your lap, staring up at you, "That sounds wonderful. Wanna trade?"

"You wish." You brushed your fingers through his thick hair. "Want me to give you a massage? I'll go grab some ibuprofen for your headache and massage away your troubles."

He responded with a pathetically sad whine, "Please. I'm dying."

You scooted out from under him to go grab a bottle of pain meds from the cabinet, along with a glass of water, and your cooling eye mask from the fridge. When you returned, Peter was laying in his boxers and had half unbuttoned his shirt before giving up. His arms were flopped onto the mattress and spread out to either side of him while he stared in a daze up at the ceiling.

"Help me," he croaked, his voice clearly strained from trying to speak over boisterous four year old's all day. "'m so tired. Can't even finish taking my shirt off. Just wanna be comfy..."

"Oh, honey, you poor thing," you chuckled under your breath. "Come here."

You placed his things on the bedside table and quickly made work of unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off his shoulders, grabbing the pain relief next to him and chugging the entire glass of water with it. You helped fix the eye mask around his face and he rolled back onto his stomach.

You climbed up on top of him, straddling your legs on either side of his hips, and started to rub your hands over his bare shoulders. Peter let out a low groan of approval.

"Your hands are so cold," he mumbled.

"Aren't they always like that?" You replied, working your fingers into his large muscles with circular motions.

"Yeah but they feel nice now. You should quit your library job and work as a masseuse. Libraries are a dying breed."

You gasped in feigned outrage, "How dare you speak of my beloved library like that?"

He shrugged his tense shoulders, a tiny smile gracing his half hidden face, "Truth hurts, baby."

"Yeah, well, at least I know I'll never become a preschool teacher."

"Hey, don't mess with us teachers. We're hardcore."

You laughed, "Says the man who couldn't even take off his shirt tonight."

He gave a sly smile, "Maybe I wanted you to be the one to undress me? Maybe I knew exactly what I was doing?"

"Or maybe you were exhausted and lazy?" You patted his shoulder and rolled off him, sitting upright on the mattress. "Turn around and roll over. Put your head in my lap. I'll massage your head."

He did as he was told and settled nicely into your lap, a lingering smile on his lips. You gently took the eye mask off his face to have better access to him. You started with a gentle pressure, circling around his temples and working your way up his hairline to his forehead.

"Imma fall 'sleep," he mumbled.

"Go for it. You deserve the rest."

You continued to work on massaging his scalp, listening to his breathing get steadier and softer, when you looked down and quietly gasped at what you saw. As you ran your fingers through his thick hair, you noticed a patch of gray glinting under the dim light. The more you brushed through it, the more single strands of gray you saw. It wasn't immediately obvious unless you were up close and grooming him like you were doing but, there was no denying it, Peter was graying.

"Well, shit," you whispered under your breath.

Peter peaked a sleepy eye open and mumbled, "What? Don't tell me a kid gave me lice again."

"Not lice. Did you know that you're graying?" You couldn't hide the tinge of amusement in your voice.

His eyes snapped open, the sleep vanishing from his face, and he shot up right.

"What? I'm not going gray! Don't say that!" He gasped, putting a protective hand to his precious hair.

You laughed at his over the top reaction, "Sorry, Pete, but go look in the mirror."

He rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. You laid down to curl up in the warm spot his body heat had left on the bed and smiled when you heard his yelp of horror from the other room.

"No!" He yelled. "Those damn kids! This is their fault!" He shuffled back into the bedroom with a pout. "Am I old?"

You rolled your eyes, "You're 35, Peter."

"Is that old?" He sank to knees beside the bed in front of your face and looked up at you with pleading, but playful, eyes.

You nodded, taking on a serious tone, "Very. Oldest man alive."

"Oy vey," he stifled a laugh with his hand. "Might as well get me a cane and call me grandpa. Now that I think about it, my father grayed really early and so did Uncle Ben. At least they both still had a full head of hair. I'd rather be gray than bald. If I start to bald, I need you to put me out of my misery."

You scooted over to give him space to climb into bed with you, "Come on, old man. I promise if you go bald that I will make you a wig out of my own hair."

He rolled into bed beside you and snuggled his face next to yours so your noses were brushing against each other, "I have gray hair."

"I know," you whispered back. "That's so fucking hot."

"Really?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah. You're giving off serious daddy vibes right now." You gave him a sneaky smirk. "Is this old man too tired to please his wife tonight?"

His smile matched yours as you watched his eyes spark to life, "Wow, look at that, I suddenly feel fully rested. You're the perfect cure to a crazy day."

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Mine and Yours (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for a while when he calls you something that shakes you to your core

Warnings: 18+ minors do not test me, allusions to sex and nudity, anxiety, emotional baggage, slight angst with a nice fluffy ending

Reading Time: 7 minutes

Author's Note: i'm writing about my own problems again. please ignore me <3

suggested listening: wild love (acoustic) by james bay

Eddie's apartment is as familiar to you as your own. The way the cupboard over his tiny, unused oven sticks when you try to open it; the way the sliding door to the hall closet isn't quite on its hinges. How long it takes the bathroom tap to actually get warm; where in the medicine cabinet he keeps ibuprofen. The draft in his bedroom that makes you huddle closer to him at night. The way the street light outside the window hits your eyes in just the right spot that you prefer to sleep with your face hidden in his chest. The sound of his bed creaking with every little shift of your bodies atop it.

You have no right feeling so at home in the apartment of a man you're pretty sure only keeps you around for sex.

Even so, it's nice with him. He's warm and tender on the nights you're together, and can make you laugh without effort. He's a comfort - no matter how limited his comfort may be.

This morning, you're woken by the shrill ring of the phone on his kitchen wall. Eddie groans as he rolls over, clearly not enthused by the unceremonious end to last night's debauch pleasure. His legs are still entwined with yours, his naked chest pressed flush to your equally as naked back. He leaves you reluctantly, with a sloppy kiss to the crook of your neck.

"Keep the sheets warm, baby," he grumbles.

The stubble on his chin, the gravel in his voice give you shivers. You want him to crawl back in; to lay his body into you in the rolling, lazy way you crave during intimate mornings in his bed. You love his morning sex. You miss his heat and weight when it disappears.

Ignoring his orders, you follow him into the kitchen. He's already lit up a cigarette, smoke seeping from between his lips as he listens to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His bare back is totally exposed to you, all sharp shoulder blades and black ink and curving buttocks and thick, cascading curls. Your arms snake around his waist and he melts into your touch, one hand reaching to clasp yours and raise it to his lips while he shoulders the receiver.

"Yeah... yeah... Nah, man, it's cool, you can swing by. My girlfriend's over but we're both up anyway... Okay, sweet. See ya, man."

He sighs heavily as he hangs up, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

"That was Jeff," he informs you. "On a time crunch so he's coming over in an hour to pick up some amps for our next gig. Which unfortunately means we have to get dressed. But the good news we're up early enough for a big fat McDonald's breakfast, my treat."

He turns to you with a playful little smirk, which falls immediately once he sees your face; the pale, grave expression that wrinkles it.

"Baby?" he questions. His hands reach up to cup your face, and it's all you can do to keep from flinching away from the tentative gesture. "What's wrong? You okay?"

"Your girlfriend," you echo. "You... You said your girlfriend was over... Is... Is that... Did you mean me?"

Eddie blinks. What did you just ask him?

"... Yes," he answers slowly, annunciating the syllable as if you're just learning what it means. "You. The pretty woman standing naked in my kitchen right now. Who I share a bed with four times a week. Who lets me cuff her to my headboard and use her pussy like I own it. That is you, isn't it?"

You respond with a careful nod. Yes, that definitely sounds like you. So why are you having such a hard time claiming the title?

"I thought we were just... having sex," you explain. "You never... asked me on a date or anything..."

He backs up, holding his hands out and shaking his head - his entire body - in bewilderment. Once he comes back to his senses, his palms fall onto your shoulders, his fingers rubbing tender circles into your flesh. His moony brown eyes have gone wider than normal, brows drooping and making him look weepy. His plump lower lip juts out in genuine sadness.

"Sweetheart," he wonders, "all the times I took you to dinner, and the movies, and invited you to my shows... You didn't think those were dates?"

You shake your head.

"No," you meekly admit. "I thought... I thought you were just being nice. Because you felt obligated... or something..."

"Oh, babygirl..."

He folds you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he gently starts to sway back and forth. His palm strokes lovingly over the back of your head while his lips find the crown of your skull, pressing a kiss there. You stiffen only for a split second before molding your body to his, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Finally allowing yourself to savor the safety of his embrace.

"What happened, cherub?" he asks. "Who did this to you?"

You sniff, eyes burning as you start to weep.

"I've just been with... a lot of awful guys," you choke out. "Any time they were nice to me... treated me well... they never really meant it. It was all to get something out of me. I'd get used to it and think they would stick around and then they'd just... push me away. Or disappear. So I learned to stop trusting it."

Eddie sighs, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He hugs you tight, crushing you into his chest as if to remind you that he's still there - that he's not going anywhere.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs. "You didn't deserve any of that shit. You're so much better than that. And those assholes probably saw that and bailed because they knew they weren't good enough. Fuck, I'm probably not good enough if you didn't even know you're my fucking girlfriend."

You pull away at the disappointment in his voice, looking up at him and meeting his furrowed, sorrowful eyes. You fervently shake your head, giving his sides a firm squeeze.

"No, Eddie, no," you whimper. "You're perfect. Please don't ever tell yourself you're not good enough for me. You're everything I've ever wanted. What those guys did to me has nothing to do with you."

He brings you back in, laying a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His hands cup your face. His hips press firm against yours. He smells like sex, and sweat, and the sweetness that just naturally lingers on his skin. He's soft, and he's warm, and he's so fiercely steady with you even though you know it terrifies him. He's safe. He's home.

"I love you," he whispers. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you and I'm here. Yeah? I'm right fucking here. And I plan on fucking staying."

You nod, believing. He wipes at your tears with his thumbs and presses his lips between your eyebrows, undoing the knot that's formed there. He holds you like that for several minutes, just letting you feel him there with you. He only moves when there's a knock on his door.

"We gotta move, cherub," he coaxes. "Go get dressed, yeah? We'll get some breakfast then I promise, I'm gonna spend the entire day holding you."

You smile, lips wobbling for better reasons now.

"Okay," you agree. "I... I love you, Eddie. I love you."

When he eventually returns to bed, he finds you wrapped in one of his flannel shirts and his heart cracks wide open. He's certain you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"There's my girl," he greets you, curling up under the sheets beside you once more. "My gorgeous, incredible girl..."

His lips find your neck, laying a trail of kisses up and down it, his chest falling flush to your back. You melt into him, no longer fighting the exhaustion of sadness and relief. You'll sleep better in his arms.

"Eddie," you drawl, lips loose in your tired haze. "Eddie... Are you mine?"

"All yours, sweetheart," he assures you without hesitation. "All yours."

[heartbrkr]

pay attention (to me!)

SUMMARY Doyoung, your drunk boyfriend, has something to say to you. It's long overdue, but he brings to your attention the grievances you didn't know he had.

PAIRING kim doyoung x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, slight angst & hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1.1k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking and getting drunk, a couple of swear words, doyoung suppressing feelings from you, reader being busy with work

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first doyoung fic, enjoy! <3 not proofread

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

You love your boyfriend, especially when he’s drunk out of his mind; it’s endearing and funny most times. But at this point into the later A.M.— about 3:09 in the morning the last time you checked— you just wanted him to drink ibuprofen and water to prevent him from waking up feeling like shit.

“Babe.” He doesn’t respond because he can’t hear you over his own rambling, something about how Haechan took a bite of his precious McDonald’s chicken burger when he was preoccupied with his phone earlier within the week. He went on about how he was willing to share the meal with the younger member if “he asked kindly, but he didn’t! At all!”. After a moment of inner brainstorming, you realize what’ll make him respond no matter what. 

“Dongyoung.”

“Mmm?”

And with the way he looks at you, it feels like you’re both freshly nineteen again; attending birthday parties of mutual friends, making up reasons to clink soju bottles against one another, celebrating the littlest achievements with several rounds of drinks. But, only as friends who had strong, unveiled feelings for each other. These are the only things that have changed: you all go out to let loose a little less, you’re dating, and neither of you are nineteen anymore. Doyoung’s alcohol tolerance is the same as ever.

A ghost of a pout rested on his lips, face still quite flushed despite going through a wash and his night skin care routine (care of you, of course), his best attempt at puppy dog eyes looking up at you as he’s sat on your shared bed. You feel your stomach flip.

“Drink this.” You raise the glass of water and pill to his line of vision. Your reply was a little cold because of the tiredness and residue of impatience you had in you; you feel the guilt hit you immediately. 

The tone you used unsurprisingly didn’t go unnoticed by Doyoung; no matter the conditions, he always makes it a point to be observant towards you and your body language. Having someone notice the littlest things about you that way was a feeling extremely foreign to you. Luckily for you, he’s been obsessed with you since high school. He arguably knows you better than you.

He looks straight at the glass of water, observing how your shirt distorted through it. He’s avoiding eye contact. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry, I think I’m giving you a hard time.”

You sigh, not at Doyoung in particular. Never at him. “No, I’m not mad at you, Doie. Don’t apologize. And you’re not giving me a hard time, I’m being like this because I love you and I don’t want you to have a headache in the morning, okay?” He nods in understanding, carefully taking the items from your hands and consuming them.

He drinks every drop of water, worried that you might scold him again. He tries to look up at you again rather sheepishly. You have a faint smile on your lips, so he takes that as a sign that you really aren’t upset.

You sit beside him after placing the cup on the bedside. Doyoung lets his head drop on your shoulder, you slip your hand into his and he routinely starts playing with the rings on your fingers. The still silence of the night is cut when he murmurs something that you almost miss because he speaks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

“Will you be here in the morning?”

At first, his words confuse you because you’ll surely be here. You live together, after all. “What do you mean? We’re in a relationship and live in the same house. Of course I’ll be here.”

“No, I mean, when I wake up, will I be able to know you’re beside me, even before I open my eyes?” He breathes out of his nose before letting out the rest of his thoughts, still fiddling with your jewelry, “you’ve been working so hard and you know I’ll fucking admire you for that, always. But I really miss you lately. I don’t want you to overwork yourself and I just miss being with you, y’know, having you to myself for more than just a couple of hours before you’re gone again. I didn’t know how to get your attention, so I just drank extra of what Taeyong couldn’t tonight to get reaaallyyy drunk.”

You don’t know what to say. You feel horrible once more for not knowing how your lover felt about you taking on heavy projects with irregular schedules, most days having to attend last minute roundups. It really only dawns on you now that your job has been hindering your quality time with Doyoung, something you barely get at all. But somehow, it’s amplified times two because of the emergency assignments shoved your way even during days you shouldn’t be working.

You look at him as properly as you can, his head still on your shoulder because you’d rather not give the poor, slowly sobering man whiplash if you were to move it out of its current place. “I…I’m really sorry for not noticing our distance sooner. I’ve been so preoccupied, no shit, I didn’t even realize that we don’t even spend whole days together anymore. I’m sorry I made you feel this way, you shouldn’t have had to get my attention for me to realize.” 

He hears the sincerity in your voice, upset that you’ve become upset at the revelation. Doyoung is starting to feel his eyes droop, but he believes it's important for him to reply to the best of his abilities. He doesn’t want you losing sleep believing you’re at fault the whole time he’s sound asleep. “Don’t be hard on yourself, it’s a two-way thing. I forgive you; I was the one who hid how I’ve been feeling. It’s just in you to be so helpful to those around you, even if it means sacrificing a thing or another. I love you.”

You want to cry; you’re starting to wonder if he was especially sent on Earth just for you. It’s a rare occurrence that Doyoung doesn’t hide his usual quips, so you don’t take him being vulnerable for granted. You love him. 

His head gets even heavier on your shoulder, so you gently place your hands behind his head and neck to put him down on his pillow. He whines at the loss of your warmth, you chuckle the slightest at the noise. “Tomorrow, I promise, it’s my day-off. No emergencies, we can do whatever you want.”

“This is enough,” he states, muffled by his pillow, though quickly turning his head to face you. He looks content, “but I’ll take you up on that offer.”

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part seventy-five: "The Hangover"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt wakes up feeling miserable after his night out with Foggy and you take care of him.

Or Matt clings to you for comfort. And somehow still is a huge flirt.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.8k

a/n: Matt is feeling terrible after his night out drinking with Foggy, so Reader gets a clingy, half-naked Matt. Because who doesn't want that? You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here.

Something pressing firmly into the back of your left shoulder woke you, your eyelids gradually fluttering open. There was a faint bit of sunlight filtering in across the room, your brain taking a moment to realize it was morning. Further movement behind you caught your attention and you realized it was Matt at your back, his arm tightening around your waist as he tried to bury his face into your shirt-covered shoulder. He released a groan that quickly broke into a faint whine.

You shifted, trying to see him behind you. "Matt?" you groggily called out. 

He hissed out a breath behind you, shoving his face further into your shoulder and preventing you from moving. Frowning, you tried to turn towards him again, but his firm grip around your waist held you in place on your side facing away from him.

"Loud," he croaked softly against the back of you. "Hurts."

Brows drawing together, your sleep addled mind tried to make sense of his behavior. Why was he clinging to you so desperately and complaining about noise? You'd spoken at a normal volume, why would that have bothered him?

And then the memory of Matt coming home drunk last night hit you. He had drank a lot at Josie’s with Foggy before he had returned and you had managed to get him to bed. Now he was probably hungover after all of that alcohol. Were his senses making everything worse? It would make sense, you supposed. Everything was louder to him to begin with, it probably would be absolutely terrible to experience that with a hangover headache.

"Sorry," you whispered as softly as you could. "Headache?"

He nodded against you, a soft whimper escaping him in response. You frowned; he absolutely appeared to be struggling. 

Trying to break out of his death grip, you pushed lightly against his forearm wrapped around you. He only somehow further held you to the front of him, his head shaking back and forth along the back of you. 

"Need you," he whispered so softly you almost didn't hear him. "Grounding."

"I can get you water," you whispered back to him. "Ibuprofen." Pausing a moment, you remembered those ear plugs. "Noise canceling ear plugs–where?" you asked him, trying to use as few words as possible. 

"Front door," he muttered back. 

You tried to pull away from him again but he only clung tighter to the back of you, the faintest noise of discontent leaving him. 

"Don't go," he whimpered.

He pressed his solid body flush to your back, his strong arm gripping you impossibly tight around your waist. If Matt wasn’t in pain and having a hard time right now, the extreme closeness of him molded to the back of you would have been drawing forth a different reaction than concern right now.

"I can't help if I can't get up," you explained gently. Your hand came down, fingers lightly running back and forth over the soft, dark hair along his forearm. "Let me help," you begged. 

It was a long moment before Matt reluctantly loosened his hold on you, his large palm slowly retreating back across your stomach and over your hips. Gradually he pulled his face away from your back and you quickly slid off the bed before he could latch onto you again. Rising to your feet, you turned around and saw him grabbing your pillow, pulling it against his body just as tightly as he’d been holding you in his bare arms. He buried his face into the silk as he curled into a ball around it. Your heart ached at the sight; you couldn’t imagine how awful he must feel with everything blaring at him.

With a soft sigh you headed to the bedroom door, trying to slide it back as quietly as you could. Matt made a faint noise behind you and you flinched, but there wasn’t anything else you could do. You needed to open the door to leave the bedroom. 

You first headed towards the kitchen, padding as softly as you could along the floor. You grabbed a clean glass and filled it with water. Afterwards, you made your way over to the ibuprofen that was out on the counter where he often kept it lately. Opening the bottle, you very softly shook a couple of pills into your hand before screwing the cap back on. 

Glass in hand and pills in the other, your bare feet padded along as you made your way to the front door in search of the ear plugs. Thankfully you spotted them in the bowl he kept his keys in on his console table. Reaching out, you plucked them in the same hand the ibuprofen were in and then shuffled your way carefully back to Matt in the bedroom.

You found him buried under your pillow when you returned, his large hands splayed wide as he held it over his head–though thankfully not entirely over his nose. Making your way over to his side of the bed, you sat down on the edge and set down the glass of water and the pills on his nightstand. Turning around towards him, you reached a hand out to Matt and lightly ran it along his bare stomach, the sheets having fallen down towards his thighs now. He slowly drew the pillow up off of his face, his sightless eyes landing along your chest. His dark hair was an absolute adorable ruffled mess along the mattress as he eyed you questioningly.

“Ear plugs,” you told him.

Your other hand stretched towards him, gently bumping into his own hand. Matt’s palm opened and you dropped the little ear plugs into his hand. He wasted no time slipping them into his ears afterwards. You watched as the creases of pain on his face visibly lessened.

“Better?” you asked him.

He nodded, a faint smile on his mouth as he slowly sat up. You grinned, turning to the nightstand and grabbing the glass of water and two little pills. Handing them both to Matt, you quietly told him what they were. He accepted the pills, dropping them into his mouth before drawing the cup of water to his lips and guzzling the liquid down. 

“You want more water?” you asked, taking the empty glass from him.

“No,” he answered.

“Want me to make you some food?” you tried next.

He shook his head, an almost sheepish look crossing his face. You eyed him curiously, wondering what was going on in his head.

“What do you need, Matt?” you questioned.

He pouted at you, actually pouted. His bottom lip pushed further forward, his mouth turning downward at the corners as a soft look overtook his eyes. You already felt yourself giving in to whatever he was about to ask for.

“You?” he whispered. “Just hold me?”

Nodding, you climbed along the bed and slipped under the sheets next to him, your back resting against the wall. You had barely situated yourself on the mattress before Matt was turning over and curling up around you. He had slid one of his bare thighs between your legs, his left hand snaking its way around to your back and pulling you up against his mostly naked body. His face burrowed along your chest, his chin resting just above your breast. 

You heard him sigh happily as he nestled comfortably up against you, apparently grounding himself with your body. Left hand rising up, you gently carded your fingers back and forth through his hair. Your right hand was affectionately stroking along the plane of Matt’s bare and scarred back as he lay halfway on top of you. You could feel the goosebumps rising along his skin and the way his body further relaxed into you under your touch. 

Eyelids slowly lowering, you felt yourself relaxing beside Matt. Shifting just a little under him, you managed to rest your cheek against the top of his head, your left hand moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He nestled his face more comfortably along your chest in return, his other arm encircling around you. You felt his fingers gently tracing soothing patterns over your shirt. 

You loved quiet moments like this with Matt. Not that you liked how much pain he was in currently, and you were certainly hoping the ibuprofen kicked in for him soon, but you truly enjoyed the times you and Matt would cuddle up together. Whether it was the couch or in bed, time always felt like it slowed down whenever you both were like this. And you loved every second of it. Just the feel of him wrapped around you, his body heat warming you, the gentle, affectionate touches you both would give each other. You often felt loved being with Matt, but it was in these moments you couldn’t deny his feelings for you.

It was a long while before Matt finally began to move and you lifted your head from where it had been laying atop his. His head rose from your chest, his face turning so he could glance up at you. He was wearing a sleepy smile, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you. You smiled back down at the sight, your left hand sliding around to lightly stroke his cheek, fingertips rasping along the stubble there. Your heart fluttered happily in your chest when he leaned into your hand–you would never tire of that.

"Thank you," he murmured. 

"Of course, Matty," you answered. "You feeling better?"

"Little bit," he answered. 

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your chest, just beside your collarbone. They lingered there for a moment and you felt your pulse quicken in response, a faint shiver running down your spine. A moment later his lips were drawing into a smile against your skin before he pulled back, looking back up towards you.

"I love you," he whispered. 

You laughed lightly, your hand still stroking his cheek. "You told me that quite a bit last night," you teased him. "And I love you, too."

"Was I a pain last night?" he asked with a wince. "I remember stealing Fog's phone in the taxi but…not everything after that."

"You grabbed my ass," you told him. "A lot, actually. You honestly wouldn’t leave it alone."

He sent you an apologetic smile, his cheeks turning pink. "I'm sorry, sweetie," he mumbled.

“Quite determined to ‘take care of me’ as you continually put it,” you said, shooting him a grin. “I have to admit, I’m surprised I held back. Apparently even being really drunk you’re still suave as hell.”

“Suave as hell?” he questioned, his dark brows rising onto his forehead. “Good to know. But for the record,” he continued, shooting you a cheeky grin, “you are always welcome to have sex with me when I’m drunk, sweetheart. Or to…let me take care of you.” 

He sent you a wink that had your cheeks heating. You rolled your eyes at him playfully in return. He was somehow suave as hell all of the time and really it was unfair. 

“Okay, yeah, you’re clearly feeling a lot better if you’re saying things like that right now,” you pointed out. “So on that note,” you said, smiling wider at the sound of his chuckle, “why don’t I make us some breakfast? I’m assuming you have eggs?”

He grinned back at you, the warmth of it reaching his eyes. “That’s about the only thing I have in my fridge, sweetheart,” he answered.

“Alright, well I’m getting you some damn groceries today,” you said. You nudged Matt’s thigh that was still wedged between your legs with your right knee. “Let me up, Matty. I’ll go make us some eggs.”

He released the absolute most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard as he reluctantly pulled himself off of you. You bit your lip, fighting down the urge to laugh at him as he gradually made his way to the edge of the bed before rising to his feet. Following after him, you scooted your way to the edge of the bed yourself, but you paused for a moment as he was rubbing a hand over his face. Your eyes dropped down to his ass in his tight, black boxers. You internally fought with yourself for a very long moment until inevitably you reached your left hand out and gave his ass a gentle squeeze. Matt’s hand quickly fell from his face as he glanced over his shoulder at you, both of his brows high on his forehead.

“Just trying to even the count here,” you muttered, retrieving your hand and rising from the mattress. “You grabbed mine a lot last night.”

A smile tugged at his lips at you in response before you quickly turned and headed towards the kitchen. You had barely made it to the bedroom door before Matt was on you. A startled noise fell out of you as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed himself to your back. His face soon buried itself along the back of your neck, his warm breath raising goosebumps along your forearms. Your eyes closed for a moment, your hands coming up to rest over the top of his.

“What’re you doing?” you asked softly. 

“Can I still use the excuse that I feel bad just to keep holding onto you?” he asked back just as quietly.

“You’re…going to stay attached to me like this while I make eggs?” you questioned him curiously. 

“Are we only speaking in questions now?” he replied, the smile apparent in his tone.

You laughed lightly, turning your head a bit over your shoulder towards him. “I don’t know, baby,” you whispered, loving the way his arms tightened around you at the term of endearment, “why don’t you tell me?”

“Mmm, do you think you can cook like this?” he mused.

You snorted as he clearly accepted the unspoken challenge before making your way out of his bedroom and towards the kitchen. Matt stayed wrapped around you, matching your pace as you walked to the fridge. 

“Aren’t you afraid you might get burnt by the stove holding onto me like this?” you asked him in return. 

You awkwardly pulled the carton of eggs out of the fridge as Matt continued to cling to the back of you with absolutely no interest in letting you go. If it would have been anyone else so desperate for contact, you’d probably have gotten annoyed by this point. But it was Matt. And you were glad he was feeling better than he had been when he’d first woken up. And, admittedly, you really weren’t going to complain that his half-naked Greek godlike body was holding onto you so tight.

“Aren’t you afraid that taking care of me,” Matt began as you set the eggs on the counter before turning to grab a pan, “might lead to me taking care of you?”

Unable to help yourself, you giggled as you brought the pan to the stove before maneuvering around his kitchen to find a bowl. All the while Matt still kept his hold on you, his chin resting along your shoulder as you turned on the burner.

“And why would I be afraid of a good time?” you questioned innocently.

A pleased purr vibrated in Matt’s throat, the sound loud with him so close to your left ear. The effect of that sound was immediate on your body, and judging by the way Matt’s fingers dug into you over your shirt, you knew he’d picked up on it. He turned his face just a bit more towards you, his mouth beside your ear when he spoke again.

“Would you like to have a good time after breakfast then, sweet girl ?” he murmured, emphasizing the endearment he knew got your pulse racing.

It took everything in your power to focus on carefully cracking the first egg into the bowl with how your body trembled. Your hips shifted against Matt behind you, your body apparently still worked up from last night when Matt had come home and been very flirtatious.

Dropping the egg into the bowl, you slowly replied, “And what if I said yes?”

Matt huffed out a laugh beside your ear, responding with a gentle kiss just beneath it. You froze when he spoke next, his next question instantly sending your blood rushing southward.

"How many orgasms do you want for taking such good care of me?" he whispered.

Swallowing hard, you tried to focus on cracking another egg into the bowl with your shaking hand. "How–how many do you think?" you stammered out, voice quivering as you tried to remain focused on making breakfast. 

Your only answer was Matt's deep rumbling chuckle filling the kitchen as his hands tightened around you. 

You were certainly in trouble this morning.

[ashisill]

The Jake fic is taking longer than I thought. So here’s a blurb to hold you guys over. Soft Jake should be out by the end of the week.

Josh is a girl dad

Jake is a boy dad

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Josh is the one who’s fixing her hair for pre school. “Do we want pig tails or buns?” Turning on the curling iron, and making sure she knows not to touch it. “Its hot don’t touch” he’d say pointing at it. She’d nod her head as she watched her dad put her hair into pigtails. Josh is the one to apologize when he pulls her hair to hard “I’m sorry baby did it hurt?”. He would get it to perfection. Putting colorful little hair ties around them, or clip on charms to make her feel pretty. “Okay princess all done”. She’d smile in the mirror at her hair, and twirl it a bit at the ends. She stands up being careful not to touch the curling iron, and hugs her dad. Thanking him for making her look like princess. He’d smile from ear and ear, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Your welcome little darling”. He always makes sure she knows how much he loves her before dropping her off at preschool. “Do you know how much I love you?”. She would stretch her arms out as far as she could “this much?”. He’d agree with her, and gives her hugs and kisses before he walks her into school. Sometimes she gets teary eyed before he leaves, but she always comes home with fun little stories to tell him. And he’ll listen to every single word as he cooks her dinner for the night. Josh always makes bath time fun and relaxing for her. Once a week he’ll set a theme for her, or let her have extra toys, or if she’s had a “long day” he’ll message her scalp while he washes her hair. Which always makes her doze off in his hands. Right after bath time he lays her down in her “big girl bed”, but somehow she always finds her way back to his bed. Even though it may cause him less sleep he’ll never complain. She’ll find a home in his arms, and they’ll both drift off to sleep for the night. When she’s older, and gets her first period he’ll already be prepared. Giving her the option between pads or tampons, and teaching her the difference. Making sure to give her ibuprofen, and a heating pad for her cramps. He’s extremely understanding when she snaps at him. He never really loses his temper at her, and always gives her space.

Jake is the one to make sure there always a guitar laying out for him. One day he bought him one of those mini guitars. It ended up broke when he pulled the strings to hard. Jake just laughed it off, and took it to his office to fix it. When he’s old enough he’ll quiz him over music. Covering the screen in the car, and saying “what’s this song? Correct now who sings it?” He’ll teach him to be a gentleman. “You do not speak to your mother or any woman that way. Do you understand?” He will explain to him the importance of respect, and though he might not understand it now. It will become a part of him as he grows. Jake tries his hardest not to lose him temper, but sometimes it’s bound to happen. He’ll realized he messed up, and his son will began to tear up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. It’s just frustrating when you don’t listen. We can fix it together okay” When the time comes to teach him about the birds and the bees. A lot of parents get weird about having this talk, and leave out important things. Not Jake he told him everything he needed to know. When he hits high school, and starts trying to sneak around Jake knows. “I was your age once too. You don’t have to sneak around. I know your going to do it regardless if I say no. So I’m not gonna try to stop you just be safe” Jake makes sure he knows if he’s ever in a situation to call him. No matter what he’ll always pick him up. He’s pounded into his head to never get behind the wheel intoxicated. The day a girl breaks his heart for the first time. He’ll come from school and immediately head for his room. Jake will give him his space for a while, but he didn’t come out all afternoon he went to check on him. He’ll tell him about a girl he loved, and how she loved another. Jake will understand, and tell him how he got over his heart breaks. His son will tear up, and Jake will tell him that it’s okay to cry. Jake will hug him, and wipe his tears. When he gets his first girlfriend Jake makes sure he’s treating her right. When he tells Jake she had a bad day he tell his son to buy her some flowers. He learned everything he knows from his dad, and Jake was always more than happy to teach him.