#We’ve been through hell. Please. Anything helps.

[lunajay33]

Terror🪦

Summary: Going on a Hunt with Dean and Sam, your older brothers, you come across a case that triggers an old memory of fear, things go wrong and they need John to help bring you back from a horrified state

Pairing: Dean x lil sister, Sam x lil sister, John x daughter

•Masterlist•

As a kid you were always interested in the supernatural, whenever you could you’d beg John to tell you his hunting stories or even informing you on creatures, the werewolves, vampires, spirits, they were all so intriguing until….he told you about pagan gods, for some reason they terrified you especially when one case he was working on the Pagan god took you as leverage sticking the fear of god into you, after John had been able to save you, you went into a kind of catatonic paranoid state, you freaked at every noise, didn’t speak for weeks and stayed locked in the motel rooms refusing to leave, after about a month John was able to help cokes you out of the shell you hide in and you were back to your normal self

Flash forward to Now

You woke up to your cell phone ringing, you shot up in bed answering an unknown number

“Hello?”

“Sweetheart is that you?” Your heart dropped

“Daddy? Are you okay are you hurt?” Your brothers woke from your panicked tone

“I’m fine but you need to listen, you’ve gotta stop following me, now take these names down I’ve got a job for you all”

“But……but I miss you”

“Is that dad give me the phone” Dean groaned from beside you but you waved him off

“I know I miss you kids but I can’t put you all in danger give the phone to Dean”

“Okay……..I love you dad”

“Love you too kid”

Dean got the names and you were off driving to Indiana for a new case, on the way there Sam and Dean got into it again about helping dad, parking in the side of the road

“We don’t have to follow his every rule we need to go to California” Sam groaned getting out of the car, you and Dean quick to follow

“Sammy please don’t do this just get back in the car” you said scared he was going to leave again

“I’ve gotta go help, this demon killed mom and killed Jess”

“Sam I swear I’ll leave your ass here” Dean said slamming the trunk

“Then go”

“No sam please stay, don’t leave again”

He didn’t say anything breaking your heart and Dean could tell, you were heart broken when Sam left the first time and when John went MIA it was even harder on you

“Come on kid, we got people to save” you were hesitant to go desperate for Sam to get back in the car but he was persistent on leaving so you got back in the Impala watching Sam disappear in the rear view mirror, feeling the tears brim wiping them away before they fell

“Don’t worry kid you always got me, I’m never going anywhere”

“Thanks Dean”

Getting into the town you and Dean started asking around about the case, two missing people a guy and a girl but the town folk were dismissive and closed off, definitely hiding something

You got directions to where they last left off too coming to an orchard, it was old and gave you the chills

“Dean I don’t like the look of this place”

“Yeah me either, come on let’s look around” you sighed getting out and following him through the orchard until you came across a scarecrow

“Scariest scarecrow I’ve ever seen”

“You got that right” he says climbing up to inspect the thing

“He’s got the missing guys tattoo, think I know what we’re dealing with” he said looking at you with weary eyes as he climbed back down

“What? What is it?”

“Think it’s a Pagan god, they’re sacrifices” your heart dropped feeling instant chills and a wave of anxiety course through you

“Dean no…..you know I can’t….”

“Woah woah calm down, I know I remember, let’s get you outta here” he leads you out of the orchard back to his car

“We’ve got research to do, so we can get the hell outta here soon” he drove to a near by school that had history on pagan gods

“You stay here I won’t be long” he assured as he left

Pagan? Out of all the cases John could send you on it was the one thing that scared you the most

All of a sudden the door on your side of the car opened and the sheriff was there holding the butt end of a rifle towards you then everything went black

You woke up in a dark place with a throbbing pain in your head, groaning you try to get up when you hear something near you

“Hello?”

“Y/n is that you?”

“Dean oh thank god” you sigh making your way over to him listening to his voice, feeling his arms wrap around you

“What’s gonna happen to us?”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” the doors above opened revealing the people you questioned in the town, the sheriff pointing a gun

They dragged you both out tying you to trees in the orchard

“I’m sorry but it’s for the greater good” the older lady says before they all left

“Oh god it’s happening all over again Dean, why would dad send us on this case?” You panicked as the sun got lower

“I’ll get us outta this”

“How?”

“Let me think?” It was dark now and there was still no plan

There was footsteps behind you getting closer, you scream and cry trying to escape

“Dean? Y/n?” It was Sam he came back

“Oh thank god, Sammy get us out of here, watch out for the scarecrow too” sam starts to unchain you both

“What scarecrow?” You all turn to where the scarecrow is suppose to be hanging and it was gone, groans were right behind you quick to turn and it was the scarecrow coming your way, Dean took your hand as you all ran almost out of the orchard the the towns people surrounded you

“Just let us go” Sam pleaded

“We can’t he needs a sacrifice” he’s stopped when a scythe is driven through his heart given you and your brothers to run making it out of the orchard in time as screams were heard behind you

You collapsed by the side of the impala the adrenaline wearing off as the fear came crashing down consuming you triggering all the memories that you so desperately tried to forget, you woke in a new motel room obviously gone from that horrid town

“Hey sweetheart how’re you feeling?” Dean asked from your bedside you wanted to answer but that fear was still there, it felt like if you just curled up and locked yourself away they pagan gods couldn’t get to you so that’s exactly what you did

You turned away from Dean and didn’t speak, refusing any food, this went on for weeks, until eventually it was two months and you were wasting away, every day was filled with fear and Sam and Dean didn’t know what to do to help you, they tried everything, even while working on other cases they felt desperate like you were one case they couldn’t fix

“Love you gotta eat or get outside we can’t see you like this anymore it’s not healthy” Sammy said but still no response

“We need to call dad, he got her out of this last time, it’s our last choice here” you missed your dad dearly he was always sweet on you, you were his little girl and reminded him so much of Mary

You could hear them calling over and over again desperate for an answer when finally after the 6th time he must have answered Sam

“Dad I know you told us to not call but it’s bad”

“That case a few months back you sent us on it was a pagan god, they got y/n you know how she is with that stuff”

“Yeah she’s like before, but worse, she needs you dad”

He hung up the phone looking at you with a worried look, you felt embarrassed and like a burden, you tried really hard to get better but every time you closed your eyes you saw them

“He’s coming sweetheart, it’ll be okay” Dean said brushing your hair back soothing you a bit

You were sleeping hearing faint voices around you, you opened your eyes to see Sam Dean and John talking in the entry way of the motel room, they noticed your movement and ceased all talk

John made his way over kneeling down by your bed so he was eye level with you

“Hey sweetie, heard you weren’t doing good” you shake your head side to side

“They can’t hurt you, your brothers would never let that happen”

“But……but I’m scared” your voice raspy from lose of use

“I know but you can’t do this to yourself, you’ve gotta be strong”

“I’m sorry” you say your lip trembling

“Not your fault, now come on let’s get you some fresh air”

After that your brothers were there easing you back into everything, eating, hunting and eventually you were back in business but you swore to never work on a pagan case again

#supernatural imagine #supernatural #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam and dean #john winchester x daughter #john winchester fluff #john winchester x reader #john winchester #John Winchester imagine

[sapphirewolf100]

I helped my Uncle set up a GoFundMe.

Him nor I have funds to give my Mom who passed away from Lung Cancer at 1 AM today August 13th, 2023 her final wishes: To have a proper burial/funeral.

She worked as a nurse during COVID lockdowns. She caught COVID 5 times. December 6th was the day she found out she had cancer, the same day she was terminated from her job.

My Uncle and I have been taking care of her for months. Please, I beg you, anything helps.

As of 10/22/2023:

$2,790/$11,000

#cancer #please help #We’ve been through hell. Please. Anything helps. #neigh personal things #neigh vents

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being honest about what I would change about my boyfriend?

🥊🥊

I’m a cis guy (22m) and I have a boyfriend that’s transgender (20m). We’ve been together for 2 years.

My boyfriend is a very cute guy and he gets hit on a lot in queer spaces tbh. even by lesbians, and they fully see him as a guy. He’s just very sweet and approachable I guess. A lot of people tell him he’s super attractive and I agree, but there are just certain things about his body that don’t appeal to me.

We were at a friend’s birthday party. People got drunk, I was tipsy. We played this game that was like cards with questions about relationships/love/intimacy on them and the whole group would discuss.

One of the questions was something along the lines of "If you could change anything about your partner, what would it be?" Or whatever.

Now, I went first and said I’d probably make him less hairy and get rid of the dark spots in his crotch area and his acne scars. He has some discoloration around his private areas from a rash he got when he was like 13 and some faint scarring from pimples I guess. It’s not an issue, but definitely not my preference. Plus he can’t really shave clean down there because he has thick hair and it always makes him get those razor burn bumps or whatever. Fine by me, he’s hot as hell either way.

Plus, he has a lot of discoloration around his shoulders, back, chest and face from severe acne outbreaks from his puberty and then later again when he started taking testosterone. It’s calmed down a lot, but the scarring is still very prominent. It’s not an issue, just not very pretty to look at.

Please don’t get me wrong. He’s an incredibly attractive person, I just wish his skin was a little prettier. It’s a bit of a turnoff, that’s all. It never stopped me from being absolutely enamored with him.

But when I explained this, a little less explicitly than this of course, the group went dead silent. Everyone was staring at me, some of the girls even clasped their hands over their mouths etc.

When I looked at my boyfriend he was completely pale and was just blankly staring at me before getting up and saying he needs to pee. I just said okay and then gave the card to the person next to me. She very quietly said she’d take away her girlfriend’s anxiety because it hurts her to see the person she loves like that. That’s when it sort of dawned on me that I messed up and that I was way out of line for saying these things in front of our friends.

He apparently left soon after that, which I only found out through a friend. I was a little confused but figured he was just a little embarrassed. We don’t live together, so it isn’t unusual for one of us to leave before the other. But then I found out that his best friend left with him because he was sobbing and couldn’t stop.

I tried calling him and texting him for multiple hours and didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by just popping up at his home, so I gave up and eventually went home. That was two days ago and I still haven’t heard from him. He’s usually a very clingy and noisy person and always sends me small updates throughout the day, but I haven’t heard anything from him the entire time.

I’m so scared. I love this guy so much, he’s the sweetest and the single most interesting person I’ve ever met in my life. I know he has a lot of severe insecurity issues around his body, especially regarding his scarring. But it’s all gotten a lot better in recent months and he even began to love how hairy he is because it makes him feel euphoric.

Now I can’t help but feel like I took that away from him because of some stupid game. But at the same time, I don’t think it was fair for him to just up and leave without talking to me. We could’ve talked it out and I just wish he would communicate with me.

I already know I was a bit out of line for this, but I just tend to be uncomfortably honest. He knows this and loves me for it, so I’m confused why he’s THIS upset about this one. He’s never gone this long without talking to me.

Am I the asshole? I was just playing the game. I don’t think it’s fair to call me cruel for this just because other people are scared to be honest and say shit like they’d take away their partner’s mental illness. It’s so fake and that shit just pisses me off. Everyone has something they would change about their partner’s appearance.

#aita #am i the asshole

[lilyevansisamilf7]

Another Life - Spencer Reid

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem Reader (Non Specified but imagined fem)

Warnings - not spell checked, character death??, cheating, all cm trigger warnings, Maeve, mentions of eating disorders addiction and suicidal thoughts.

Summary - You we’re ready to marry him, he was ready to leave.

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You fell in love four years ago. Budding new SSA Y/L/N and the marvellous Doctor Reid, the BAUs power couple, attached at the hip - perfect.

And perfect it was, you and spencer had been through everything together. Case after case, his addiction, your own struggles with disordered eating, and everything inbetween, so when he started being distant, and getting migraines, you were sure you could help. You found him the best doctors, geneticists, anything and anyone.

You never thought he’d fall for Maeve Donovan, his geneticist, i mean how could you, you’d seen the ring. He was going to propose, or so you thought, a beautiful amethyst ring hidden in the blazer pocket of his work suit. Not your favourite crystal but you’re sure he had a reason for picking it, he always did.

So you began planning.

And you planned and planned until it suddenly didn’t feel like he was going to propose anymore.

“Spence?” You call out from the kitchen where you’re making dinner.

“Yeah love?” He walks in.

“I was just thinking, do you ever think about marrying me?”

“Well yeah in the future when we’ve settled a bit more, i’m happy how we are right now”

“Oh” You sigh, “What about that ring in your blazer pocket? What’s that for then?”

Silence. You know what that means.

“Is she pretty?” He looks down at his shoes.

Your turn off the stove and wipe your hands on your trousers.

“It’s Maeve isn’t it? The doctor?” You giggle sadly “You always liked them smart”

“Y/n…”

“Does she make you happy?”

“Not like you do”

You scoff. He looks at you confused.

You pick at your nails, crying slightly. “You were the one for me Spence, and I just want you to be happy, I thought that was with me but i guess not anymore” You shrug before grabbing your bag.

“What are you doing?” He try’s to grab your hands.

“Im going to stay with Garcia tonight” You reach the door, “Maybe you can invite Maeve for dinner, i made your favourite. I’ll be back tomorrow to gather my things”

“Please don’t do this..”

“Goodbye Spencer Reid”

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The past month had been hell for you, you didn’t tell anyone the real reason you and Spencer split up, not wanting to ruin his friendships with the rest of the team, but you hadn’t been doing well. You’d lost a lot of weight, stopped going out with the team, and started throwing yourself into your work.

It was plain as day that you were heartbroken.

So when Spencer came in, seeking help for Maeve, you were advised to steer clear of the case. But you were determined to show everyone you were fine.

You worked the hardest on the case and found Diane first, and joined spencer on retrieving Maeve.

You walk in unarmed, as requested by Diane, and see Maeve being held by gunpoint.

“Diane, right?” You try and sound as calm as possible, “I’m Y/n”

“Stay back or I shoot her!”

“She rejected you didn’t she? Your paper? I read it and it was good, just needed a little more evidence”

“What evidence?”

“Someone who wasn’t your parents, who wanted to die”

You breath in

“I can help Diane, you need someone like me, you can kill me”

“You’re trying to trick me!” She exclaims.

“i’m not, Maeve doesn’t want to die, do you Maeve”

She begins to cry begging for her life.

“And you do?”

“I’ve got nothing left to live for”

You look to Spencer sadly.

“Think about it Diane, this gives you the evidence you need” You smile.

“You’re trying to trick me!”

“Fine, I guess Dr Donovan was right” I fake sigh and get a little closer, “You aren’t worth the time or effort”

In an instant, Maeve is thrown to the floor and Diane grabs and shoots you both in the stomach.

You fall to the ground.

Spencer instantly runs to you, cradling you in his arms, your breaths shallow and weak.

“Is Maeve okay?”

Astounded at your care he says “Please don’t worry about her, save your strength, the medics are on their way”

“I don’t think i have the time Spence”

“Please baby” He whispers.

“Are you happy Spence?”

“She’s not you…”

He holds you tight and you reach up to cradle his cheek with your hand, “Please let yourself be happy” A metallic taste covering the inside of your mouth.

As he’s holding you he can feel how much smaller you’ve become. “You’ve not been taking care of yourself” He begins to cry

“It’s not important now,” I whisper, “Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think i’m another life we made it

He thinks for a moment.

“I’m every universe i will be forever yours, I just wish it could’ve been in this one too” Beginning to sob

“And i will always be yours too, you were it for me Spencer Reid”

His tears fall down quicker than you can wipe them away.

“At least we’ll have all those other lives, we could have that wedding I planned,” I giggle sadly, “You would’ve loved it”

“I should’ve asked you, I wanted it to be you”

“I wanted it to be me too”

Your eyes begin to close, in the distant shouts for medics get louder, the blaring of sirens closer.

“I love you” he whispers, “Please don’t leave me, we’re not done yet”

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#spencer reid #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!readr #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner #maeve donovan #zugzwang #diane turner #spencer reid x reader angst #writing #angst prompt #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with a sad ending #angst with a hopeful ending

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

so, we’ve seen Sebastian and Claude in pre-heat preparation and we’ve seen Sebastian when he’s in heat, but not Claude, soooo can I pretty please ask for a scenario or headcannons about what Claude in heat is like? With tying in his spider behavior and all?

Oh so I have a few of these! I combined these three since these seemed compatible to mix!

(Also Ty Anons I’m so glad you enjoyed em!

So far starters I don’t think he’d just come up to us like Sebastian, he’s the type to just lock himself in his room and try to jerk off until he’s satisfied. (Which doesn’t end the way he wants since his body is craving you know…a mate. He can ‘finish’ on his own just fine but it’s not as good) he leaves a majority of the work to the other servants and will avoid rooms your in unless, you’re alone.

(I got carried away!! Made it a lil weird while I took a break from kinktober! I hope it’s good!)

Claude (heat cycles, afab reader, demon forms, (demon form Claude has a weird flexible tentacle d!ck), Claude’s big flexible tongue, oviposposit!on, )

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You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

He shudders at the thought, cock jumping inside you.

#sub claude faustus #claude faustus #claude x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat #dom reader #demon form #demon forms #ovipositor #ovi kink

[wzrd-wheezes]

Not Half Bad - Marauders x Reader

AN - I'm a few minutes early but happy valentine's day, my loves. I wanted to post something that wasn't crazy romantic because I know today can be pretty lonely. So, enjoy some platonic marauders x reader fluff. This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know what you think. 1.7k words.

Y/N startled awake, her head throbbing and her eyes swollen from tears. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion as she rubbed her face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Then, the unmistakable sound echoed through her apartment again.

Bang, bang, bang. 

With a resigned sigh, Y/N muttered curses under her breath before she shuffled towards the front door. The harsh hallway light made her squint as she opened the door, taking a moment to register the trio standing before her. 

“Come on, you. Out of the way, we’ve got some serious work to do!” James declared, gently nudging Y/N aside to enter her apartment, with Remus and Sirius following close behind. 

“What the hell are you doing? It’s practically the crack of dawn!” She exclaimed; her voice still thick with sleep. 

“Oh, yeah? And you’d know what time of day it was, would you?” Sirius teased, theatrically throwing open her curtains, allowing light to flood into the room for the first time in days. 

“We’re on damage control. Y’know, since we haven’t heard from you in almost a week.” Remus explained, heading straight into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. 

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt for having shut off herself off from her friends after her recent break up. The end of her relationship had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. She hadn’t felt up to facing her friends properly. She had shot them a quick message briefly explaining the situation before shutting off her phone and finding solace in her own company as she grappled with the emotional fallout.  

Remus busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil. He had a tea towel swung over his shoulder as he started washing the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. James was getting the living room straight, opening windows, clearing up the endless piles of scrunched up tissues and fluffing up the sofa cushions.  

“You don’t have to do all this – I'm fine!” Y/N protested. 

“Stop fussing and just let us help you,” Sirius chimed in, poking his head around the doorway from where he was in the bathroom, “Now, get in here because I’ve just run you a bath.”  

Y/N’s protests died on her lips as she relented, allowing herself to be guided into the bathroom by Sirius’s firm but caring insistence. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she stepped into the room. Sirius shut the door behind her, allowing some privacy. He had set her some fresh towels and clean clothes on the side, even going as far as to light a few candles. Y/N let out a sigh as she sank into the tub, the warm water washing over her tired body. 

After a while, Y/N emerged from the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. She smiled at the three boys, appreciating their practical gestures of support. They had practically cleaned her whole apartment while she was in the bath. It had taken a bit of a hit in the week that she had been moping around. Remus had set her a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table, and she took it into her hands eagerly. 

“Feeling better?” he asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. 

“Much better. Thanks for the rescue” she smiled at each of them, “I owe you guys one.” 

“Nonsense.” James dismissed with a wave of his hand, “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I’ve been dying to bring out my superhero cape.” 

Remus snorted into his tea, “Superhero cape? More like a tea towel tied around your neck, mate.” 

“Hey, it’s all about the dramatic effect, Moony. You should try it some time.” James mock-glared at him. 

“I’d pay good money to see that.” Y/N laughed. 

“You nearly did!” Sirius remarked, “I literally had to pry it from around his neck before you got out of the bath.” 

Y/N burst into laughter at the mental image, shaking her head in amusement, “I can only imagine the heroic struggle.” She said, grinning at James, who rolled his eyes with a good natured sigh. 

“Yeah, well, it was a valiant effort on his part,” James admitted, earning a playful elbow jab from Sirius.  

It was the first time in a good week or so, that Y/N had laughed properly. She felt her spirits lift with each passing moment, the heaviness that had weighed in her heart for the last week beginning to fade. Their light-hearted banter and playful antics had a way of lifting her spirits, offering a welcomed distraction from her recent troubles. It was only when the boys stood up to leave that the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach started to return.  

Sirius noticed her face fall when they started getting ready to leave, each of them shrugging on their coats and slipping into their shoes.  

“Don’t worry, we’re coming back.” Sirius reassured her. 

“Yeah, you didn’t think that you could get rid of us that easily, did you?” Remus chuckled. 

“We’ve just got to nip out to get some stuff but then we’ll be back.” James promised. 

“What stuff?” she questioned.  

“Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.” James quipped, playfully tapping her on the nose before swiftly exiting.  

A bemused smile played on her lips as she watched her friends disappear. Although they had only been around at her flat for a few hours, it felt eerily empty now that they had gone. Collapsing onto the sofa, she reached for her phone, hesitating before finally switching it on after days of deliberate avoidance. There was the expected flurry of messages from her friends and family checking in on her and she made a mental note to reply to them later on. She quickly deleted a particularly nasty text from her ex before she gave herself chance to read it properly. As the screen blinked back up at her, the date glared back with unexpected significance.  

Valentine’s Day. 

The realisation hit her and stirred up memories and emotions that she had been trying to suppress. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as she thought back to past Valentine’s Day spent with her now ex-partner. For a moment, she regretted even switching on her phone; ignorance might have been bliss on a day like today. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions.  

Just as she had been earlier that morning, she was brought back to reality by the door of her apartment swinging open and James, Remus and Sirius bustling back inside.  

“Told you we wouldn’t be long!” James said brightly, though the look soon dropped from his face the second his eyes fell on Y/N. 

“Oh, no! What’s happened? Everything okay?” Sirius rushed over and crouched in front of her, so his face was level to where she was slumped on the sofa. 

“It’s silly,” she sniffled, “I turned on my phone because obviously I’ve been avoiding it for ages and I saw the date. It’s just... overwhelming.” 

Remus moved to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor as he place a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s not silly at all, Y/N. Valentine’s Day can be shit. Especially after everything you’ve been through.” he said softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. 

James signed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer, “We came over today because... well we didn’t want you to spend Valentine’s Day alone. We didn’t realise that you didn't even know what day it was. We’ve kind of fucked up really, haven’t we?”  

“Don’t be daft.” Y/N wiped the tears away with her sleeve, “You’ve already cheered me up so much just by being here.” 

“Let’s not stop now then, eh?” Sirius said, patting her affectionately on the head as he stood up, “We’ve got plenty more planned for this evening. Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up while we get set up in here?” 

Y/N smiled gratefully and obliged, making her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, letting it wash away the remnants of tears that clung to her skin. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to make herself feel better. She quickly ran her hands through her hair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes. 

In the other room, the boys had sprung to action. James rummaged through the bags of shopping, his brows furrowed in concentration as he set about preparing dinner. Remus, ever the organiser, rearranged the furniture to create a cosier and more comfortable set up for them. Sirius, with his flair for the dramatic, set about lighting candles and pulled an assortment of decorations from his bag to add a festive touch to the occasion. 

As Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widened in surprise at the transformation that had taken place in the living room. The warm glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes and with a shaky breath she made her way to join them. 

“Speechless, huh?” Sirius joked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Y/N managed a watery smile, “I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Nothing needs to be said.” James stepped in from the kitchen, floral apron tied around his waist.  

“Just know that we’ve got your back always, yeah?” Remus chimed in.  

With a grateful nod, Y/N settled into her seat at the table, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.  

“Nice apron, James.” Y/N teased, unable to contain her laughter.  

“What can I say? Real men wear floral.” he quipped, setting down plates of food in front of each of them.  

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Sirius stood up quickly from the table and disappeared into the other room.  

He returned a few moments later, holding a bouquet of flowers. He presented them to her with a flourish. Y/N gasped in response. 

“You really didn’t have to!” she protested, her voice filled with gratitude, “You’ve already done so much for me today!” 

“We wanted to.” Remus smiled. 

“Besides, we’d be pretty crappy mates if we let you go a whole Valentine’s Day without flowers.” Sirius chuckled. 

“Yeah, it’s practically a cardinal sin to neglect such an important tradition.” Remus nodded in agreement.  

“See? We’re not completely useless, are we?” James nudged her, grinning. 

“Nah, you’re not half bad.” she beamed back at them, “I might even go as far as to say that you’re the best.” 

#marauders x reader #marauders fanfic #marauders fluff #poly!marauders #platonic marauders #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℬℯ𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓁

request: THIS IS A WILLIAM REQ I HAVE i saw the movie and fell in love w him (ive been for like years but Matthew made me even more in love🥹) i was wondering if you could do a william x reader where the reader is in her like 20s and shes Mikes childhood friend, but she of betrays him cause she is with William. she had a pretty rough childhood n stuff so she has heavy attatchment issues (and she would like do ANYTHING for Will) @elluvzjamie

Warnings: Readers just as messed up, they’re like insane, cute insane couple stuff ig..?

“You’re dating… my job counselor?” He asked you one day.

“Who’s your job counselor?”

“Steve. Raglan..?”

“Oh…. I didn’t know he was your job counselor.”

“I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.” He was shocked, the age difference was odd to him.

“Yeah. He is. We’ve been together for like a few months.”

“He put a picture of you on his desk and I asked him about it.”

You smiled at that “He did?”

“If your happy.” He shrugged, leaving it at that. He didn’t mind, you were his friend, you’d stayed with him through everything. Even through the awkward middle school years.

The conversation didn’t come up much, because he respected you, of course. He still found it odd. But he kept it to himself.

You found out about his secret early on, he was scared he would have to kill you after you did but you didn’t mind it. And that made him fall impossibly harder for you.

———

“Will-“

“Relax. It’s the perfect plan. Besides, when have I ever been wrong?” He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him.

“But.. he’s been my friend since like… forever.” You were hesitant.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, will-“

“Do you trust me?”

“..Yes.”

“Then please, just go through with it. I promise, when we’re done we can go on that vacation you always talk about.”

You smiled slightly at the mention.

“Okay.” You said softly and quietly, looking up at him with eyes full of love and naiveness. He smiled down at you, leaning down and kissing your lips.

—————-

“M..ike..? What happened?” You mumbled, he was breathing heavily as he grabbed you, helping you up.

“They attacked you. Come on, Abby’s in danger.”

He was running quickly, he pulled out a taser on chica, shooting her with it. You stood beside Mike as Abby and him talked.

You all ran across the halls, Mike limped and was suddenly attacked by Carl.

“Abby, go!” You shouted, trying to go “help” Mike. You pulled Carl off, throwing the cupcake across the floor.

“Fuck, Mike. Are you okay?” You asked, as you got on your knees beside the man.

“I’m fine.” He panted out, holding his leg in pain.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine. We- we gotta go help Abby.” He said. You helped him up and he slung his arm around your shoulder as he limped around.

You both looked around to find her, instead, a giant golden bunny walked towards you both. You cracked a small smile, standing there as he stumbled back.

William growled, and Mike tried to tase him, but it was no use.

Mike looked at you as you stood back and watched as the bunny threw him across the floor.

“You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you?” Mike crawled across the floor. You followed Williams steps. “Lucky me. First I killed your brother, then I got your friend to betray you, now I kill you.”

Betray him? He looked at you, who was standing next to the bunny, unharmed.

“Symmetry, my friend.”

“Go to hell.” His eyes were full of hurt.

William laughed, kicking him, and knocking him unconscious.

“Wake up children. I have something for you to play with. This is gonna be so much fun.” He stood in front of Mike. “Little ones tell me you have a sister.” He pulled out a knife. “She will love it here. You, however, are finished. Farewell, Micheal Schmidt.”

“That’s enough!” Vanessa said.

Vanessa. She was interesting. She didn’t like you, that much was for sure. She thought you were far too young for him, but you don’t care.

“Drop the knife.”

“A little old for temper tantrums aren’t we, Vanessa?” William said.

“I’m not kidding, dad.”

he took off his mask, looking at her with disappointment.

“You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you they have not!” He pointed the knife at the animatronics.

Abby ran towards Mike, you glanced back at them. Abby looked up at you.

“Y/n. Why-“ she started, but not finishing her sentence. You looked down at them in slight pity.

“You did great. Now, let us just finish this.” He looked down at you now, the smallest amount of praise making you beam.

“Now, put that thing away. And help us clean up the mess that you created!”

He said, talking about her gun. He walked towards her slowly, and you stayed behind.

“Come on. We both know you’re not gonna use…” she shot him, he groaned and was taken aback. The animatronics looked at her in anger. You looked in shock, but you knew he would handle it.

William yelled, and threw her gun onto the floor.

“You had one job. One. Keep him in the dark, and kill him if he got too close.”

“That’s two jobs.”

He choked her, pinning her against a machine. You looked back at Abby, and quickly put a knife to her throat.

“Y/n!” She yelled, she stood still, scared for her life. Her drawing fell onto the floor.

“Abby, Abby, Abby. I tried to leave you alone. I really didn’t want to do this.” You sighed, shaking your head to yourself.

“Y/n, you don’t have to-whatever he’s telling you-“ she tried desperately, sobbing and clawing at your arm.

“I love him. And I’ll do anything for him. Even if that includes betraying you and your brother.”

William smiled at the sight, how cute, he thought. His daughter was now unconscious on the floor. But that didn’t matter when he could start a new life with you, who would do anything for him.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #william afton #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie

[wannabeschyulersister]

protector

*takes place in season 4 with mild spoilers. gif is not mine. credit to owner.*

Being in Hawkins High when you were a student was brutal. Being in Hawkins High after hours when some creepy killer was on the loose was terrifying as hell. The only sound you could hear was your footsteps.

After all of the crazy shit you’d gone through these last couple of years, you would think you’d be able to handle a dark scary hallway.

You didn’t plan on breaking into your old high school when you woke up that morning. However, it was your only option to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

Steve was ignoring your phone calls. Every time you called his house, it just rang and rang and rang. You didn’t expect for his parents to be home. They honestly never were.

Because Steve was ignoring your calls, you definitely knew that something was going on around Hawkins again. There had been two mysterious murders and the town was on edge. It seemed like everyone was scared out of their minds.

You had finally had enough and got into your car to go to Steve’s when you passed by Hawkins High and saw his car outside of it. It didn’t make any sense for him to be at his former high school at that hour. You parked by him and walked inside.

It wasn’t chilly inside but you still had goosebumps. Just as you rounded the corner to try and go to the gym, you ran into Steve, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Nancy and Robin.

They all screamed which made you scream also.

“(Y/n)! What the hell are you doing here?!” Steve shouted.

“What am I doing here? What the hell are you guys all doing here?! Wait, were you just going to try and attack me with…. a lamp?”

Steve set the lamp down, “I wasn’t going to attack you! I didn’t know you were here!”

Your heart rate was still racing because of the scare, “Will someone please explain to me what’s been going on?”

They all froze for a moment, looking around to see who would be the one to fill you in.

Dustin stepped forward, “Uh, well, it seems like we’ve found ourselves in another predicament.”

————

A half hour later, you found yourself sitting in Steve’s car outside of the Wheeler household. Everyone else was down in the basement. Steve asked for you to stay behind.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you what was going on.” Steve said as he turned the car off. It was quiet around the two of you. The night seemed more ominous since Dustin and Max filled you in on what was happening.

“You let me worry about you for days. I was there when we fought that demogorgon at the Byers’ house. I was there with you again in that junkyard and when we were in those tunnels. Last year, I was there in that mall standing right by your side. Why would you leave me out this time?”

Steve seemed to snap in that moment, “Because I can’t let you put yourself in danger again!”

You’d seen Steve upset before but not at you. Never at you.

“I’ve never willingly put myself in danger!”

Steve gave you a pointed look, “Do you not remember what happened last year?”

“Max was going to get hurt. You saw how strong Billy was. She wouldn’t have stood a chance against him.” Steve was still angry at you risking your life to save Max at the Mall. He knew that he would do the same for any of those kids but he felt like he’d dragged you into his mess years ago. If anything happened to you because of him, he’d never be able to forgive himself.

“When I found you, he had knocked you unconscious. I know that he wasn’t himself. I know that. But, I can’t get that image out of my head.” Steve looked down at his hands and you reached over and placed yours on top.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that but I’d do it all over again to save the kids.”

“I know you would because you have a heart of gold.” He was always telling you that because you were the type of person that would save a kitten from a tree or help an elderly person crossing the street. It irked him sometimes because he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“I thought that’s what you love most about me, Harrington.”

“No, it’s definitely your boobs.”

You scoffed and smacked his shoulder, “Steve!”

“I’m kidding! Of course I love how much you care about everyone and everything.” He reached over and cupped your left cheek lightly with his hand. He rubbed his thumb gently on your face, “I just wanted to try and keep you safe this time.”

“Steve, your first instinct tonight was to try and grab a lamp to ward off an attacker. I think you’re the one that needs protecting.” You giggled.

“The craftsmanship on that thing was ridiculous! That lamp would’ve taken anyone out!”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, you’re right, Steve. That lamp was the perfect weapon.”

He pointed at you, “I feel like you’re being sarcastic right now and I really don’t appreciate it.”

“I’m sorry,” you moved closer to him, “I just want to help out. I don’t know much about this Vecna creature but I do know that it’s scarier than anything we’ve encountered thus far and you’re going to need my help.”

Steve sighed, “I know but I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“And I can’t let anything happen to you either. Would you think that I’d rather be at home wondering what is going on? I’d make myself sick with worry. I want to be there with you. With everyone.”

Steve smiled a little at your determination. It was yet another thing that he loved about you. He could write novels filled with the things he admired about his favorite girl.

“Come here.” He said softly. Steve pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. He stared at you for a moment before pressing his lips against yours.

It had only been a couple of days since you were both together but it felt like an eternity. Steve kissed you as if it was the last moment you were going to spend together.

It didn’t take long for the windows to fog up or for the two of you to feel breathless. Steve’s lips went to your neck and started to trail down. You felt his fingers on the hemline of your shirt as he started to pull it up when someone knocked on the passenger window scaring the both of you yet again.

“Uh, guys?”

Dustin.

“What do you want, Henderson?!” Steve shouted.

“I sort of have a feeling on what’s going on in there but we need you guys back in the house. Nancy has a plan.”

Steve sighed and leaned forward, his forehead resting on your collarbone, “Those kids never let me have any fun.”

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x you #Steve harrington #stranger things x reader

[darlingmbappe]

Innocent Offer | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Kylian begrudgingly admits his lack of sexual experience to you. As a good friend would, you offer him some help. Based on this request.

Warnings: Literally just smut, so minors don't you dare. Keep scrolling, nothing to see here! Virgin!Kylian, experienced!reader. Oral (male receiving), friends to lovers kinda, cussing. This was repurposed from another fic I wrote while I was in another fandom. I'm 99% sure I fixed all of the names/inconstancies. It's a little short, sorry guys! Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

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“You’re lying.” The accusing words come out of your mouth through a smirk. The boy sat across from you leaning on the headboard of the huge daybed in his gameroom with crossed arms, avoiding your gaze after having just admitted something he never thought he would. Especially to you — the girl he’s been silently (but heavily) crushing on for at least an entire year.

Kylian scoffed, pinching at a loose thread on his T-shirt sleeve. “Now, why the hell would I lie about that?”

You sit on the same bouncy mattress he did, leaning on one arm while you try to catch his eyes. He’s clearly embarrassed — not that he has to be. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about it, but couldn’t help yourself from making sure you heard him right.

“You’ve never gotten a blowjob?” He purses his lips as an answer. “A handy?” He shakes his head slightly, trying to focus on anything but your interrogation. “Not even before...”

He throws his arms down in frustration. “No, alright? Let’s just make it clear that no girl has ever seen my dick and move on. Please.” He snaps in a mumble, feeling slightly humiliated at the topic of conversation.

Your hands raise in defeat, committing yourself to dropping it for his sake.

You haven’t known Kylian for that long, a little over a year at most. What began as an acquaintance through friends of friends developed into a strange friendship of its own. After getting formally introduced to each other four times at separate events and droning ‘we’ve met’ each time, there was a sort of unspoken fellowship. Once you finally got to speak at someone's birthday party at the open bar, you two didn’t stop for hours. Laughing and trading stories until your separate groups dragged you both away. Now, you see him constantly. You were always getting those 'come over' texts the second he got home from training. You two just clicked.

You watched his chest rise and fall as he did his best to focus on the giant TV mounted on the wall, giving your eyes time to feed on his tense shoulders, his exposed collar bone begging to be kissed.

You wanted him to relax; you’re not judging him, you just couldn’t believe he was a virgin. He’s just so confident… and so goddamn sexy. You were actually kind of convinced he was a man-whore. You’ve seen all these women throw themselves at him over the course of just one year, but you never thought about the fact that you’d never seen him go home with any of them until just this second.

The words ‘no girl has ever seen my dick’ echoed in your head, your thoughts have been reduced to more perverted ones. You cared about Kylian so much and you noticed the way he looked at you sometimes, so you tried to be flirty and let him know that you were very much interested... but he would turn away and get shy about it each time. You just assumed he wasn’t into you and cut your losses, satisfied enough with a close friendship with the global star. Now, you’re thinking maybe he wasn’t uninterested, just flustered.

You crawled up the bed and sat next to him shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning your back on the headboard. He stayed completely still as he felt the heat of your body next to his, wishing he had just lied or something. 

Kylian looked back at his lap. “Will you stop looking at me like that?” You furrow your eyebrows, his words snapping you out of your own head. “It’s just… My whole life I've been so focused on becoming the world's greatest football star and then… I don’t know. Time flew by and all of the sudden I’m twenty four and still a…” He cuts himself off avoiding the V-word, simultaneously contradicting his whole let’s move on plea. He gulps, fiddling with his ring as if he had never seen one before. “I… I’m not going to be any good at it and I feel like women have all these expectations while sleeping with a football player, and I don’t want to embarrass myself. At this point I have to wait until it’s someone I trust, but I don’t have time for a relationship. Maybe I’m thinking too much about it.” He shrugs. “It’s not on purpose, is what I'm trying to say.”

You can’t seem to look away. He’s flustered and cute while he chews on the inside of his cheek. Maybe his shy confession has you wanting to take care of him, or maybe the infatuation you’ve suppressed for so long is coming back up to the surface; whatever it was drove you crazy. Crazy enough that you couldn’t stop yourself from saying something so bold. So direct. So out of character...

“Can I give you a blowjob?”

Kylians eyebrows shoot up, whipping his head to the side to finally meet your eyes. You could see him searching for any form of malice, he wondered if you were pulling some sadistic prank on him.

Maybe he didn’t hear you right – it was the only explanation he could come up with.

He opened his mouth to ask, but absolutely nothing came out. His lack of response kept you on the edge of your seat, giving you time to think about what you had just offered. It was ridiculous, inappropriate… he was going to think you were a weirdo. But you couldn’t back out now, it’s already out there. 

“Wh—uh. I… Me?” He eventually stuttered, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“Who else could I possibly be talking to, Ky?” He just continues to stare. “Look, if you don’t want that, we can just pretend I never said anything.”

“No! I mean… yes. I mean…” He laughed awkwardly, shifting slightly to face you. Your brows pinched together, confused at his mixed response. “A-are being serious?”

“Dead serious, Mbappé.” You could see he was conflicted. You give him a few seconds to think before speaking again. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not just offering because you’ve never had one before. I want to do it for you. I wanna make sure you feel comfortable with the person. No judgments.” The idea of making Kylian moan sends a shiver down your spine. You see him gulp. “But, again, say the word and we’ll forget about this.”

His eyes are so wide looking into yours. “Y-you’re sure about this?” You nod, smiling and taking his hand into yours on his lap. “Then… yeah. Hell yeah.” Kylian grins, the rosey color deepening on his cheeks. He knew he would have to be an idiot to pass up this offer.

With his clear consent, you bite your lip, looking down at your locked hands and extending your fingers to free them from his lazy grip. You began to rub his palm softly, letting your finger graze off onto his jean covered thigh, going over his exposed skin through one of the rips. You applied more pressure as you slowly let your touch get closer to his crotch — Kylian’s breath hitched every time you made your way up.

You sat up on your knees and straddled one of his thighs, you continued your movements with both hands now. Looking up at him, his eyes were barely open but they stayed on you.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay hun?” The nickname was new, but felt right in the moment.

“Don’t.” He choked out, his hands now resting on the sheets.

Your right hand finally settled on his semi. The second it landed there he grunted, shifting himself lower on the matress. You wanted to kiss his parted lips, glistening with spit as he quickly went over them with his tongue.

You leaned in but landed your kiss on his neck just below his jaw. You wondered if anyone had ever kissed him there before as you bit the skin gently, earning a muffled groan and another gulp from the man underneath you. You continued a path of wet kisses and hickeys all over his neck, his semi now almost completely hard in his jeans. Pulling back, you looked at Kylian— his eyes threatening to close but prying themselves open, the dim light from his lamp making your spit glisten on his bruising neck. His breathing was quick and heavy. Seeing him like this under you makes you realize… you’ve got it bad for Kylian Mbappé.

Kylian couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He must be having another one of his wet dreams or maybe took a ball to the head and was hallucinating. He had to reach out and grab your waist to confirm that this was reality. It was actually happening.

Slowly, you pop open the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper. His erection was begging to be let loose and from what you had felt, he was definitely packing. When he lifted his hips to allow you to pull the material down to his mid thigh, leaving only his blue checkered boxers, you got your first real glimpse at what you had gotten yourself into.

You let out a soft ‘mhm’ as you let your forefinger touch his tip through his boxers, feeling the warm wetness of his precum against the pad.

“Ah, Dieu.” He breathed, digging his fingers into your hips. “Just so you know—hha, putain—I probably… I definitely won’t last long.”

You can see the apologetic look under his hooded eyes already. “Kyks, I’m not expecting you to.” You began playing with the hem of his boxers, lifting his shirt enough to see his belly button, letting your nail scratch at the minimal scruff of his happy trail. “I don’t want you to worry about that, okay?” He nodded, his warm palms rubbing your outer thighs. “I just want you to enjoy it.”

Blowjobs were kind of your thing. Your asshole ex made sure you knew how to give really good head, which was funny since he never once bothered to learn where your clitoris was. Either way, this was your area of expertise — your sexual superpower, if you will.

You pulled his boxers down, watching his length pull down until it released and sprang up, slapping Kylian’s belly.

Holy shit.

“Holy shit.” You said out loud. What a nice cock Kylian had. Long, slightly thick, a perfectly irritated mushroom head twitching against his soft skin. It definitely would be a challenge.

You palmed up his erection in one swift movement, immediately hitching Kylian’s breath, his eyes glued to your every movement. You wrapped your fingers around his tip, letting your thumb spread around his juices. You laid down between his legs, your face now inches away from his throbbing cock.

“Ready?”

“God, yes.”

Your tongue pressed flat against his slit, swirling around and tasting him like a lollipop. He moaned and threw his head back, the sound he made going straight to your aching pussy. The floodgates have opened between your legs with just the first lick, causing you to hum against him.

“Christ, (Y/N).” He hissed at the vibration.

You pulled off for a second, spitting down onto him, using your hand to spread the moisture to make it easier to take him all in. Because you were determined to take every inch of him.

Lowering your head back down, you hollow your cheeks and create suction. He shivered with a harsh exhale and reached to hold your hair back so he could see your face sinking into him.

The second your hands moved to play with his balls, he jolted. “Shit!”

You popped him out of your mouth quickly and concerned. “You don’t like that?”

“Jesus, I love it. Feels so good, amour. So fucking good.” He quickly insisted, involuntarily jutting into your hand that was wrapped around him.

With a smirk upon hearing the nicknames he called you, you took him back into your mouth and continued to squeeze his sack, bobbing your head up and down with your tongue pressed flat against his length, his eyes pressing closed with a loud moan. You looked up at him through your lashes until his eyes finally opened and met yours. Taking this opportunity, you shoved him all the way down your throat, your lips pressing against his pelvis, your nose buried in his bush of neatly trimmed hair.

He gasped then moaned, trying to form a coherent praise for you, but it came out muddled between huffs of air. You shook your head slightly against him suppressing your gag reflex as he continued to mumble incoherently under your grasp. You came back up for air, jerking him off as you stared at him… so pretty. “I- I can’t… merde. I’m gonna cum soon if you pull that shit again.”

“Am I making you feel so good, Ky?” You innocently asked.

“The fuck do you think?” He jokingly retorts at his disheveled state, making you giggle. “So good.” You had begun sucking on one of his balls, licking and swirling it in your mouth. Both his hands lifted to cover his red face and his tummy moved quickly with every breath.

You licked a stripe back up to his tip, taking all of him back your mouth without warning, deepthroating him once again. His tip pushed back behind your uvula and you were quickly bobbing your head up and down, letting his sensitive head rub back and forth against the back of your throat.

All you could hear was your gurgling sounds and Kylian’s loud huffs of air until his moans became more prominent. “I’m g-gonna cum—oh fuck—ahh!”

His warning wasn’t much of a warning, immediately feeling the hot spurts of white fill your mouth and trickle down your open throat. Your one hand squeezed his balls while the other scratched down his exposed thigh. He moaned and his whole body was twitching, squirming his legs around. You helped Kylian ride out his high until there was definitely no more cum left to give.

You lifted off of him gasping for air, swallowing everything he had given you. You looked down at his still twitching cock as it began to soften, wet with your spit and his own cum.

Now sitting up on your knees, you both caught your breaths until you broke the silence, growing impatient. “So..?”

His eyes peered into yours, a satisfied smile taking over his features. Broken between breaths, he finally spoke. “That had to be… the best blowjob… in the history… of blowjobs.”

You laughed, swinging your legs over the bed and stretching out your back. “Careful Kyks, you’re gonna give me a big head.”

“You just gave me big head.” He chuckled, pulling his clothes back to their rightful place.

You shook your head and blushed. “You’re ridiculous.” You looked at the time on your phone. “Shit. I'm late for my shift.”

He sat up as you hurriedly grabbed your things. You probably should have checked the time before you offered oral to your best friend.

“What—you’re leaving? You can’t leave… I didn’t even get to return the favor.” He argued.

“I didn’t realize that was part of the deal.” You quirked a brow as you put your boots on.

“I mean…” He blushed, watching your every move. “I’d like for it to be.” He stuttered.

You stood up smirking, walking to stand over him on his bed. Leaning down, you planted a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth. “I’ll see you later, okay, big boy?”

You left him speechless when you walked out of his room, frozen in place. The touch of your lips against his skin invaded his body with goosebumps and then he realized: he never got to kiss you.

He knew now that no other girl could be his first. It had to be you.

Y/N: Short and filthy! So, like I mentioned, this was repurposed from an old fan account I had for a separate fandom a year or so ago. Love y'all!

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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 44 )

💬nias note: and here it is the moment that we’ve all been waiting for.

— CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: it’s time …

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You felt it, a kick — no, it wasn’t a normal kick, this felt different. You ignore it, going back to sleep, there’s no way that could be happening right now — until you felt it again, this time 10 times as harder, you shot up grabbing your stomach.

then you feel something else, your bottom half is soaked — you water broke. “oh my god.” you whispered. “jake!” you screamed, another sharp pain. “jake!” you heard shuffling coming from the next room, jake bursting through the door half asleep, his hair messed up. “what’s wrong?”

you glared at him as he finally took in the scene. “oh shit, right now?” he began to panic, running around trying to grab everything; you would’ve laughed at him had you not been in a bunch of pain. “jake calm the hell down.” he stopped taking a breath. “okay, i’m calm.”

“then help me up.” he ran to your side, helping you out the bed. “are you in a any pain?” you wanted to hit him so bad, but you had to remember he was just as scared as you were. “please just get me to the hospital, i am not having this baby on this floor.”

so that’s exactly what he did, you aren’t sure how fast he was going, or if he was even going the speed limit, but he got you there fast.

they immediately took you to the back to check your cervix. “yup, this baby is definitely ready to come out.” the doctor called for a bunch of nurses. “it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine.” jake held your hand.

“i will never let you touch me again in your life.”

after many pushes , and you yelling and cursing at jake like he purposely harmed you, he knew you were just in pain and you didn’t mean anything you were saying, but you still made a mental note to apologize for basically cursing his bloodline — but after all that, you still delivered a beautiful baby girl. “she’s gorgeous.”

the nurse put the baby in your hands, you were sweaty and bleeding, and tears were flowing down your face, but you were happy. “look at that.” jake smiled, close to tears himself. . “she’s the most gorgeous baby i’ve seen in my life.”

they took the baby, to clean her up, while they moved you to the recovery room, give her some fresh clothes, handing her right back to you. “mom?” the nurse entered the room. “congratulations you both, you delivered a healthy baby girl.” she smiled. “we need a name, for the sweet baby.” she said“i really like minji?” you turned to jake. “i like it too.” the nurse smiled. “great, i’ll leave you guys to it, congratulations again.”

jake carefully sat on the bed, repeating the name over and over, smiling ear to ear. “you want to hold her?” his eyes widened. “me?” he said, you shook your head. “hold your daughter jake.” he loved the sound of that, picking up the small newborn, carefully, he held her close to his chest. “she’s so cute.” he said, the baby moved around, a small smile on her face. “she’s smiling.” you laughed at his wide eyes. “yeah she probably remembers your voice, you talked to my stomach more than you talked to me.”

you opted on not having any visitors, just wanting to be alone with your baby — but that didn’t stop them from calling to see you and the baby, promising to come see you as soon as you leave the hospital. “okay mom, yn needs to rest soon, yeah i promise to call, i love you too.” jake hung up the phone. “she can’t wait to see you and the baby.”

“can’t believe the first time i’ll meet your parents not only will be introducing our relationship, but a baby too.” you chuckled at the circumstances. “i guess we did do it a little backwards.” you sat up, watching over the baby. “yn, you need some rest.” jake said, you were nodding off. “you haven’t slept yet, you just delivered a baby.”

“i just can’t stop looking at her.” you said. “i’ll stay with her okay, just get some rest.” he helped you lay down. “don’t fall asleep.” you yawned. “i won’t, i promise.”

he stayed up, watching over the both of you. minji began to turn, whining. “hey.” he whispered picking up the baby. “whats wrong?” he rocked her back and forth. “mommy fed you before she fell asleep, you should be fine.” he said, the baby cooed in his arms. “ah you just wanted to be held.” he smiled. “okay, but only for a little bit.” he sat down.

“cute just as like your mommy.” he chuckled. “swear i’m gonna be good dad to you, won’t let nothing and no one harm you.” he kissed the crown of her head. “i won’t let nothing harm you or your mommy.” he didn’t realize you were up. “jake?” he looked up. “you promise?” you said. “you promise to do everything you just said?”

he got up, putting the now sleeping baby girl down in the crib. “yn.” he lied down next to you. “i mean every word.” he kissed your forehead.

“every single word.”

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Therapeutic. Jeff x Reader. CW: Hurt/comfort, depression, anxiety, personal comfort fic that's relatable enough to post, talk of struggles and life being fucking shit, left mostly vague intentionally, Jeff trying to be a good boyfriend.

“It’s been hard on you, hasn’t it?” His words catch you off guard, jolting as he plops down next to you on the old couch in the basement. 

You avert his eyes, choosing to stare at the pictures decorating the walls instead, forcing a smile onto your face and a laugh out of your chest. 

“I’m fine, Jeff, you know that. I can handle myself.” Your words do little to convince him, and his gaze pierces through you, causing you to shift anxiously. 

“How many nights have you helped me when I’m broken down? When I keep insisting I can keep going, that I’m fine? How many of my fake smiles have you seen through that nobody else has noticed?” His voice is calming, and he leans back onto the couch, resting his arm on top of it as a silent invitation in case you need to move closer to him for comfort.

“That’s different…” You whisper as you wrap your arms around yourself, and he watches you in concern, just barely resisting the urge to pull you closer.

“Because you think your problems aren’t as bad as mine?” You remain silent at his question, and he breathes a sigh as his gaze turns to worry. 

“Pain isn’t felt equally, sweetheart… You know that. You know that everyone experiences things differently, and you shouldn’t compare your own stressors to mine.” There’s no condescension in his voice, and it coaxes you to relax into the arm of the couch, facing away from him. He hears you sniffle, and his face scrunches up, trying to hold himself together for you. 

“…But you… You’ve been through so much…! All of you have! And I just… I haven’t experienced those things, nothing even remotely close to it, and yet I…” You pause, and he remains silent, encouraging you to continue. “I can’t even handle this. I feel so fucking weak. You’ve all survived literal hell, and I can’t even handle much more normal struggles without falling apart. It’s not fair… I shouldn’t be struggling like this when you have all been through much worse.” 

“Sweetheart…” His voice betrays the calmness of his face, the pain in his voice causing you to shake as your tears touch your cheeks. “What did I tell you…? It’s not fair for anyone if you compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You’re right, we’ve all lived through hell, and sometimes it still feels like we’re there... But we’re the outliers. It’s normal to struggle, to feel depressed and anxious. Shit, a majority of us are depressed all the fucking time. That doesn’t mean you need to be brave and strong for us. I mean, we aren’t very strong either. We cry over what you consider mundane shit all the time, the same stuff that’s getting to you. Humans aren’t meant to deal with constant struggles and sadness.”

You continue to shake, trying to hold in your cries, and he shifts closer to you on the couch, your body sagging backward, begging you to get comfort from him, but your brain continues to tell you that you don’t deserve it, you haven’t earned it. 

“Please stop bullying yourself… It hurts me to see you this way. Everyone would feel better if you just admitted when things were hard, if you just came forward and asked for help, for comfort. I’d feel better. It’s not fair for you to struggle in silence because you think you’re too weak.”

You go to retort back to him that you’re saving them the extra work, but all that comes out are choked cries you’ve been holding in for weeks.

“Let me help you. Let me be your support, your shoulder to cry on. You’ve helped me through so much fucking shit, and I want more than anything to do the same for you.” He scoots a little bit closer again, and you break, turning around and crawling into his hold.

He cradles you into him, an arm around your back and his hand rubbing the back of your head as you weep into his chest. He occasionally presses kisses to your forehead that draw more sobs out of you as you cling to him. 

“Just let it out, sweetheart. Give all your pain to me.” He whispers into you, and you let out a loud sob you hope the others don’t hear upstairs.

“It just… IT SUCKS!! Life fucking SUCKS and I’m just— just supposed to know how to handle all this shit?!” You scream out, holding him as if he’s your only lifeline, and he nods along with you. “If it’s not one thing it’s another, and I’m in charge of myself, but I have to maintain connections to everyone around me, and I have to eat, and sleep, and work, and survive, and then something shitty happens and destroys me, so I don’t eat, and I don’t sleep, and I just wanna cry, but I can’t because I have to work and survive…! It’s just a fucking cycle of nothing but shit! It’s exhausting, and I fucking hate it!” You’re heaving and crying, and he continues to stroke your head comfortingly as he sighs.

“I hate it too, and it is shit. It’s unfair and absolutely ridiculous. But, it brought me to you, and you to me. It brings you home to me, where you can lay in bed with me, in those comfy pajamas you were so excited to get, to a freezer full of yummy ice cream, to a stereo to blast your favorite music on. Sometimes we get so caught up in all the shit that we forget all the good, and that takes us to dark places. Places that give us scars, and pain, and tears, and bitterness.” His hold tightens around you as you feel his tears running into your hair from where his cheek is squished against you. 

“Life brought me bad luck, shitty days, and more issues than anyone would ever want… But it also brought me you. It brought me you so you could remind me of the good, and so I could do the same for you. That’s what’s important.” Both of you continue to hold each other, your tears lessening as you lay there quietly, the ambiance of everyone moving around upstairs bringing a level of comfort to you that you haven’t felt in weeks. 

“Can we go upstairs, and take a warm shower..? I’ll get out your pajamas for you, grab that ice cream, and boot up the stereo. We could talk about it… Or we could just blast some music and sit in each other’s comfort?” He asks you softly, and you nod against him, moving further into his embrace. 

“Good.” He presses another kiss to your forehead and tightens his hold in one final embrace, your name softly flowing out of him. “Promise me something?” You look up at him, eyes red and face irritated, and nod.

“If you’re wading through shit, let me wade through it with you. Please, don’t hold things in anymore. Promise me?” He holds out his pinky delicately for you, and after scrunching up your face once more, you make a distressed noise of agreement, locking your pinky securely around his own.

“Good pet.” He coos at you affectionately, pressing soft kisses across your nose and cheeks before lifting you into his arms to carry you upstairs. 

You’d always thought it a burden to share your pain with others, thought it an inconvenience to them, thought it wrong… But now, held in his warm embrace with the promise of ice cream and cuddles soon to happen, it didn’t feel so bad at all, even if the weight was still in your heart… It felt more tolerable now. Jeff would continue to make you feel that way, make you understand it was okay to rely on him, on others, and that it benefited no one to suffer in silence, no matter how light or heavy the issue life dealt you.

Life fucking sucks, but it can choke on its misery. 

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[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Thrills In The Night - Danny Wagner

A/N: For plot purposes, the Halloween party takes place at Sam’s house in Nashville! I love you guysss SO much! Happy to finally get this out to you.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! Arguing, light fingering, borderline hate-fucking, hair pulling, choking, slapping, unprotected sex.

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In your opinion, there was nothing worse than being stuck somewhere with the unbearable need to be fucked cursing through you and no way to rectify the problem.

Especially when your raging need was all at the hands of someone you absolutely could not stand.

When you had agreed to come to the Halloween party that Sam was throwing at his house, you had absolutely no idea you were going to come in to find Danny dressed as Peter Criss.

It was single handedly the hottest thing you’d ever seen, but also the worst… Considering you had settled on dressing as a 70’s groupie as a last minute costume.

It was far too coincidental for your liking.

Sitting at the island in the kitchen, Josh was sitting directly across from you. It was becoming increasingly more difficult not to turn in your stool and stare into the living room at Danny.

You just tried to stay occupied by sipping on your drink, somewhat listening to Josh talk as you fought with yourself mentally. You just couldn’t help it, though. Eventually, you had turned almost all the way around and couldn’t keep your eyes off of Danny for long.

“You’re staring awfully hard,” Josh giggled, stopping in the middle of his previous sentence to point out the obvious. He subtly motioned towards Danny, who was mingling with a few people you didn’t quite recognize.

A crimson blush tainted your cheeks, “Shut up, Josh.”

“I’m just saying!” Josh laughed, throwing his hands up in defense. “Those ‘fuck me’ eyes could be seen from the other end of Nashville.”

“I’m not making fuck me eyes, Joshua,” you mumbled under your breath, but Josh still heard it. “I’m just buzzed.”

But you were indeed making eyes, longing and craving to have him in a way that goes far deeper than just fucking. You’d loved Danny since you were in your senior year of school.

He just always seemed to have other plans, though.

Not taking you to prom seemed like one of those “other plans,” hence where your dislike started. After the two of you graduated, the gates of hell opened up between the two of you and it had been that way ever since. You wanted to fuck him. God, you really did. However, you refused to do anything until he apologized for all those years.

“Whatever. You’ve been sipping on that drink for an hour now,” Josh scoffed, seeing right through you. “You’re not good at lying, so don’t even try. You should really just-“

“Please,” you cut Josh off. “Don’t go into another ‘you two just need to talk it out’ speech.”

“BUT YOU DO!” Josh was clearly adamant… As he was with a lot of things. “You two need to talk it out, yell it out, fuck it out, something! Quit holding a damn grudge and just-“

“-What does who need to do?” Jake cut off his brother, joining in on the conversation and sliding onto the barstool next to you at the kitchen island.

“She’s been sitting here giving Danny the biggest fuck me eyes.” Josh said, not needing to elaborate much further to fill Jake in. Josh continued on, “I was trying to tell her they need to talk it out. The same thing we’ve all been saying…for what? I don’t even know? Countless years now!”

Jake looked over at you with a disappointed shake of his head, bringing his drink to his lips.

“Stop being stubborn and just do it. You can’t hate him forever. I mean, look at him-” he turned to peer over his shoulder briefly. “-he’s dressed up as the drummer from your favorite fucking band!”

“I’m well aware,” you snapped lightly at Jake, getting frustrated from the conversation and the incessant ache between your legs. “But I’m definitely not fucking him. That’s not gonna fix anything! Plus-“ you glared back in the direction of Danny. “-He’s even more cocky than normal tonight. Not cute.”

“What did I tell you about lying.” Josh squinted his eyes towards you, pointing an accusatory finger. “You think his cockiness is hot. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

“Fuck off,” your pleading groan only amused the twins even more.

“Just imagine it,” Jake started dramatically. “Danny fucking you, makeup smearing everywhere, those drummer arms manhandling you… You know you want iiiit.”

“Christ, Jake, you’re starting to make me wonder if she’s not the only one who’s got the fucking hots for Danny tonight,” Josh jested with a straight face.

You couldn’t help but to burst into laughter at Josh’s banter. Jake’s face contorting in distaste only making it even funnier.

“Josh?” Jake glared across the island at his twin.

“Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jake motioned towards you and back to himself. “This is about bug, not me.”

Your hand smacked over your face, “No! No. This is not about me. We’re changing the subject.”

Some say the universe has a sense of humor… To you, a sick sense of humor.

“Well, what do you know!” Josh smirked, taking note of the Kiss song that started blaring through the giant speakers in the living room.

“You know what they say in this song, don’t you, bug?” Jake didn’t wait for your answer. “‘The first step of the cure is… A KISS!”

“You two are so insufferable.” You glanced around, noticing that Sam was nowhere to be seen. Sliding off the barstool, you grabbed your drink off the counter. “I’m going to find Sam.”

“I think he’s upstairs rolling a blunt.” Jake nodded in the general direction of the stairs. Josh gave him a questioning look, opening his mouth to correct Jake on Sam’s whereabouts. Jake stopped him with a pointed look, hoping you didn’t notice the interaction.

Too lost in your own head, you didn’t. Much to Jake’s relief.

You waved them off and went on your way to hunt down Sammy.

Carefully, you worked your way through the sea of people in the living room and slipped up the stairs, B-lining it down the hallway towards Sam’s room.

Little did you know, their grand scheme was falling flawlessly in line.

Jake was already well underway of taking care of Danny.

“Hey, Danny.” Jake’s hand landed on Danny’s shoulder with a light smack. “I think Sam is looking for you.”

“Sam is? Really?” Danny turned around to face the younger twin. “Where is he?”

“I believe upstairs is where he is now,” Jake told him simply. “Said something about rolling a blunt and then coming back down to look for you again. Since I saw you first, I figured i’d just send you his way.”

“Okay, I’ll go find him.” Danny nodded, immediately disappearing into the crowd of people.

Jake snickered turning to make his way back to Josh, “They are way too fuckin’ easy.”

Danny was only moments behind you, just barely missing you as you continued your search for Sammy.

“Sam?” You called out his name as you entered his bedroom. Nothing.

You walked through his room and double checked the bathroom, only to see he was nowhere to be found.

The guest room was the only other place you knew that he might be so, you slipped off to check there too, just in case.

No sooner than you made it into the guest room to look, Danny was making his way down the hallway to Sam’s room. Going through the same process of checking throughout his room, just as you had done moments prier.

The guest room turned up empty, and you let out a confused, annoyed huff.

And to add to your inconvenience, as you were making your way out, Danny came sauntering through the door with quick strides.

You jumped and flung a hand over your chest, admittedly startled by his unexpected presence, “Fuck! You scared me.”

“I would say the same, but you’re not nearly as intimidating,” Danny snickered, the roll of his eyes even more noticeable from the dark makeup surrounding them. He was quick to keep you from making a snarky comment, “Have you seen Sam?”

“If I had, why would I tell you?” It was childish, but you didn’t really care. “I’m looking for him too.”

“God, why are you such a fucking child?” Danny’s head tipped back with a groan. “You’re always fucking-“

Just as Danny was about to bite back at you, the bedroom door slammed shut and cut him off abruptly, filling the room with a deafening silence.

Faint laughter could be heard from the other side, both of which you recognized. A look consisting of pure horror, mixed with realization and anger washed over your face.

You rushed over to the door, frantically trying to pry it open.

The first name you could think of screeched out of you,

“Jake!” Venom dripped from the loud call of his name as you slammed your hand against the door. “Open the fucking door or so help me god!”

“Nope!”

There he was, calling back to you from the other side. The smile was evident in his tone.

A second voice, belonging to Sam, added on, “See you two love birds in the morning!”

Danny came up behind you, just as angry as you were.

“Jacob! Sam! This isn’t funny at all!”

There wasn’t another sound to be heard from the other side of the door, besides the light thumping of music from downstairs.

“Fucking sneaky ass bastards,” Danny muttered, clearly fighting the urge to run his hands over his face. “This is just great.”

“How do you think I feel?” scoffing, you moved away from the door and over to the bed, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. “You’re the last person I wanna be locked in a room with.”

“Likewise,” Danny shot back, sitting down on the floor in the corner of the room. Purposefully keeping distance between the two of you. “You’re insufferable.”

“What?” A noise of disbelief flew out of you. “I’m the insufferable one?”

“Yes, actually.” Danny’s arms crossed over his chest, mimicking that of a child being scolded. “Strutting around like you own everything.”

“Mmm, good one, Daniel,” you praised sarcastically. “What a lovely thing to say about a lady. Fitting, given your costume. You know, since Kiss was insanely disrespectful to women.”

The comment set something ablaze in Danny, causing him to suddenly scramble up from the floor.

A finger was pointed at you as he stepped closer, “Don’t ever compare me to them like that.”

“You are dressed like Peter Criss.” You gave him a once over, trying to contort your face into a look of disgust.

“They’re your favorite band!” he argued, crossing his arms across his chest. “Make that make sense.”

“I like their music, not them as people.” It was a true statement, to be fair. “There’s a big difference, Daniel.”

You mimicked his position; crossing your own arms over your own chest.

A smirk tugged at Danny’s painted black lips, “So you don’t think they were hot when they were younger?”

“Of course they were.” You tried to fight against the blush threatening to cover your cheeks. “That doesn’t make up for their lack of morals, though.”

Danny simply hummed, lingering for a moment like he was about to say something. You waited with bated breath, but got nothing. He turned back towards the corner and returned to his spot on the floor.

Almost two painfully quiet hours went by. Nothing but the soft vibration of music and the occasional buzz of one of your phones as you two scrolled mindlessly - actively avoiding each other.

Severe boredom was starting to set in, having switched back and forth between all of your social media, multiple times.

Chancing a glance at Danny, he was still sitting on the floor, phone in hand and scrolling through it lazily. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, taking in the makeup covering his face. His hair, the white tank top that you had only kind of tried to ignore all night, the muscles in his arms, the two leather belts crossed over his chest.

“It’s rude to stare, ya know.” His eyes didn’t leave his phone screen.

You immediately tried to cover your ass, “I wasn’t-“

“Yeah, you were.” Danny finally looked up, eyes burning holes through your body. “Don’t even try that. You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not the first time i’ve heard that tonight,” you muttered, returning your eyes to your phone.

“Let me guess-“ Danny dropped his phone into his lap. “-Josh told you the same thing?”

You swore your eyes were going to pop out of your face. Embarrassment surging through your body.

“How the hell do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“But how? You’ve been locked in here with me.” Your face burned profusely.

“I know.” Danny clicked his tongue. “It’s been miserable.” He picked his phone back up from his lap, “But he texted me.”

“Oh. Fucking fantastic,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Mhm. Said something about how you tried to say you weren’t giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes earlier.” Danny’s tone was laced with amusement, staring down at the text message from Josh with a huff of a laugh.

Your stomach twisted into suffocating knots. “I wasn’t making eyes at you! How many times do I need to say that?!”

“Cute that you’re trying to deny it so hard.” Danny locked his phone and laid it down on the floor next to him. “Josh also told me you’d probably do that.”

“Josh can fuck off,” you uttered, trying desperately to keep your eyes on your phone.

Danny didn’t bother with a reply. Rather taking advantage of your eyes being glued to your phone, just like you had done with him. He languidly scanned over your body; taking in the tiny shorts you were wearing. The skin tight top with a leather vest draping over it. How your legs were crossed and the slight shaking of your hands as you held up your phone.

You could feel his eyes lighting you on fire, only fueling the heat between your legs that you didn’t want to admit was even there.

“It’s rude to stare, ya know?” You tossed his own words back in his face, finally pulling your phone away and tossing it down beside you.

“Just admiring the little groupie,” Danny snickered, making your cheeks heat up. “How convenient that you picked that as a costume.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t have time to come up with anything else,” you shrugged.

Agonizing silence fell over the two of you yet again.

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to force your body to stop the nearly constant pulsing between your legs. All while trying not to glance down at Danny too often.

“It’s painfully fucking obvious,” Danny spoke up suddenly. “I hope you know that.”

You glanced down at him in utter confusion, “What’s obvious?”

“How turned on you are.”

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, listening to your heart rate pound in your ears as you fixed your eyes back on the ceiling above you.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Danny chuckled cockily, eyeing you. “Is it me?”

“Your cockiness is showing, Daniel.” The words left your lips far less harsh than you wanted them to.

“Your stubbornness is showing,” Danny chided lightly. You knew something was about to snap between the two of you.

“I mean, are you really that oblivious? Or are you choosing to ignore it?”

“Ignore what?!” Sitting up straight on the bed, you shouted the words at him. “And you’re really gonna speak on being oblivious?”

Danny got up from the floor, flailing his hands exasperatedly into the air around him. “The god forsaken, suffocating, intoxicating fucking tension in this god damn room!”

“Of course I feel it!” you yelled back. “I’ve been feeling it all fucking night thanks to that- that costume!” your hands gestured to his body.

“Let’s fucking do something about it then!” Danny was inching closer. Dangerously close. “Or are you still mad that I didn’t fucking take you to prom all those years ago?”

There it was. The moment neither of you had ever talked about, but that had haunted you since the day it happened. Danny was the only guy you had ever had feelings for. He was still the only one to the day.

It made you even more angry that he knew it upset you, but hadn’t tried to fix it all this time.

“Oh, fuck you! That was forever ago!” you seethed, getting up from the bed to stand in front of him. “I’m over that!”

“Oh, That’s hilarious, bug!” the humorless laugh that floated out of him - paired with the nickname that you only let the Kiszka’s use - only fueled your anger even more. “You’re not over shit, clearly! Since you’ve made hating me your only personality trait ever since! Doesn’t that get exhausting?”

“Surprised you even noticed my change of heart!” you scoffed. The two of you were so close, you could feel each other’s breath hitting the other as you yelled back and forth obnoxiously. “Especially since you couldn’t even bother to notice my feelings before! Or you did and just didn’t give a fuck?! I can’t really tell anymore!”

“For fucks sake! What do you want me to do?!” Danny practically screamed, volume getting slightly out of hand. Neither of you cared. “Do you want me to write my apology across the fucking sky with an airplane?! Use the paint off my face to write it across these white ass walls?! What. Do. You want?!”

The words were flying out of you before you could stop them…

“God damnit, Danny! Maybe I just want you to fuck me!”

Your chest heaved almost in perfect timing with his. Intense silence fell over the two of you as you both stood there drowning in the thick, lust and anger filled air in the room.

As his last bit of composure snapped inside him, he rushed through the last little bit of space remaining between the two of you and forcefully yanked your body into his.

Your lips crashed together in an hungry kiss - teeth clashing together, gasps and frustrated groans leaving both of you. It was suffocating both of you, but neither of you wanted to stop.

“That… can be arranged…” Danny rasped out through his labored breathing, only pulling away long enough to get the words out.

Your lips reconnected again. The paint on his face was surely smearing all over your lips and chin, but you couldn’t be bothered to even give it a moment of thought. His hands held onto either side of your neck, pulling you as close as he could get you.

Haphazardly, Danny backed you up towards the bed. His hands slid down from your neck to find the front of your vest, shoving it off of your shoulders without even breaking the kiss.

When he did finally brake away, he shoved you down onto the bed roughly.

“Since we hate each other so much-“ Danny crawled over top of you. “-I’m gonna fuck you like it. It’s only fair, don’t you think, princess?”

“Seems fitting,” you rushed out, trying to pull him back to you. “You have a lot of making up to do before anything other than hate-fucking is an option.”

“Please,” Danny’s hand wrapped itself around your throat. “After this, it’s all you’re gonna want anyway.”

His other hand slipped beneath your shirt, exploring around - the feeling of your lace bra making him shudder.

Both of his hands joined together at the hem of your shirt, eagerly tugging on it, “I want this off.”

You leaned up from the pillows, hands fumbling around with his in your clumsy attempt at getting your shirt off.

Annoyed and desperate, you shoved his hands away, “Just let me fucking do it.”

Your shirt was discarded somewhere on the floor, hitting the hardwood with a soft thump.

The black lace bra that was finally on full display had Danny’s eyes growing even darker. His hands ran across the cups, the dainty design softly scraping the skin of his calloused palms.

“Such a sexy little groupie,” he smirked, dipping down to attach his lips to your collarbone. Slowly, he worked his way down until he reached the edge of your bra - leaving a path of black kiss marks as he went.

“Don’t call me a groupie,” you huffed, arching your chest up into Danny’s mouth.

“She says as she’s dressed like one,” Danny snickered, tugging the cup of your bra down just enough to reveal your hardened nipple to him.

His mouth wrapped around it, tongue flicking over it teasingly.

With a whimper, you pushed yourself up and reached around for the clasp to undo it, “Need this shit off.”

“Are you gonna let me take anything off, or would you rather just get up and strip for me?” Danny rolled his eyes, taking the straps of your bra in his fingers and tugging it off himself.

Before you could even process that he’d pulled it off and tossed it to the floor, Danny was shoving you back down against the bed. His mouth wrapped around your left nipple, his fingers pinching and teasing the other.

“Fuck, Danny!” You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, arching your body into Danny’s.

A low hum tumbled through his chest as his tongue flicked over your nipple. After another moment or two of paying it merciless attention, he switched to the other side and gave your other nipple the same attention.

Your hands, exploring around his toned arms and underneath his shirt, traveled down to his pants. You fumbled around with the button, all while he was pulling whimper after whimper out of you. Once you got it undone, you pushed at the material in attempts to start getting them off.

“Eager much?” Danny mumbled against your skin before fully breaking away to take his pants the rest of the way off.

“You take too long,” you said, working at the button of your shorts.

Danny snatched both of your wrists, all but crushing them in his hands. “Leave me something to take off, or so help me god. I’ll only slide these shorts down just barely enough to fuck you in them.”

With a frustrated exhale of a breath, you yanked your hands out of his grip and dropped them down to your sides.

“That’s much better,” Danny smirked and trailed his fingertips just above your shorts. “Now… You want these off?”

You looked at him with an incredulous expression, “What do you think?? Yes, I want them off you asshole.”

Danny laughed darkly, leaning down to kiss a line across where his fingers had just traced. “Say please.”

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’re joking.”

The glare Danny shot you was evil. His dark eyes burning into yours, silently threatening you.

“Please…” you forced out through gritted teeth.

Danny’s fingers slowly worked at the button and zipper as he continued to taunt you, “Say it like you mean it, baby girl.”

“Please, Danny,” you repeated, only a little sweeter. “Take them off.”

“Aww, so she can be sweet.” There he went again, talking as if you weren’t even there.

His hands hooked themselves into your shorts, pulling them and your panties down together in one strong tug.

They, too, were tossed away somewhere - his own eagerness and hunger completely taking over him as he caught the slightest glimmer of wetness between your folds.

“Fuck,” Danny sighed. He pushed your legs apart, hands running up and down your thighs while he drank you in. “What got you so wet, princess? Huh?”

“I’m not boosting your ego like that,” you scoffed. “Nice try, though.”

“You’re dripping onto these sheets right in front of me,” Danny cocked an eyebrow. “You think that’s not already an ego boost?”

“Danny, just shut the fuck up and do som-“

Danny’s hand came down hard against your center, the sound of the smack bouncing from wall to wall around the small room.

“You run your mouth way too much,” Danny said, watching your face twist up in a mix of pain and pleasure. His fingers found your clit and lightly circled over it, drawing a genuine moan from you.

“Awe, you like that, princess?” Danny asked lowly, tone lending a taunting edge.

“Oh, fuck, Danny.” Your hand shot down to grab onto his wrist, trying to add more pressure.

“I’ll have two apologies to give after I’m done with you…” Danny mused, fingers abandoning your clit and gently grazing through your folds. “One for her… and one for you.”

A loud moan was ripped out of you as Danny’s hand came down with another harsh smack over your pussy.

“Fuck! Danny, fuck-“ you cursed, your grip on his wrist doing absolutely nothing.

Danny leaned over you, lips brushing over your ear, causing your body to break out with goosebumps.

“That’s for talking to me like a little fucking brat,” Danny spat, delivering one last slap to your aching pussy.

“Fuck you!” you gasped, eyes briefly squeezing shut. Even though you loved it, you were gonna act like you didn’t. “What was that one for?!”

“Because your face looks pretty when I do it.” A fourth slap followed his answer. “You sound so pretty too. So pathetic.”

“I can’t stand you,” you grumbled halfheartedly. A statement that was becoming less and less true, but you were going to milk the situation for what it was worth.

“You don’t mean that,” Danny grinned, hooking his thumbs in his boxers, shoving them down and off his legs.

Avoiding having to respond to his comment, you wrapped your hands around the belts still crossed over his chest.

“You want them off?” Danny asked.

You tugged him to you, shaking your head no. Your lips met in another hungry and urgent kiss, little noises and gasps being released from one mouth and into the other.

Breaking away from the kiss for air, you gave the belts another tug, “No. I want them on…” you breathed. “Something to hold on to… if I need it.”

“What?” Danny eyed you with a smug expression. He pushed your legs farther apart, teasing himself through your folds. “Afraid you won’t be able handle it?”

The scoff that emitted from you sounded almost forced, like he had called you out and you were making a lousy attempt at covering your ass. Danny wasn’t buying it, even a little bit.

“Poor girl,” he smirked, eyes fixed on where your bodies were seconds away from being joined. “If you don’t wanna get fucked like a brat-“ he pushed into you with one smooth and deep thrust. “-don’t be one.”

Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of Danny filling you up. Though it wasn’t exactly the circumstances you had hoped for, you didn’t really care anymore. You had always imagined your first time with Danny to be sweet and soft. Lots of sweet foreplay and giving each other everything. But, being that you were seconds away from being fucked senseless, covered in black and white face paint and hickeys, you were happy it wasn’t happening that way.

You needed him and you couldn’t wait a minute longer.

“God damn it,” Danny muttered, sucking in a hiss of a breath through his teeth as he started to move. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Harder, Danny, please,” you begged, feeling his cock brush against places inside you that were previously untouched.

Danny placed his forearm down beside your head, supporting his weight. His other hand found yours and laced his fingers with it, pushing it up above your head to add to his leverage over you.

He shoved himself even deeper into you with a sharp and precisely angled thrust of his hips.

The noises that erupted from you was so unexpectedly loud and high pitched. Embarrassment might have made an appearance, had you been thinking of anything other than Danny’s cock filling you up.

“I think I prefer you moaning over talking.” Danny teased, finally picking up a much quicker and deliberate pace.

Your hand squeezed around his tightly as you moaned loudly again, each thrust of his hips knocking the air from your lungs.

“Yeah, you like that?” Danny bit at the skin of your jaw and neck. “You like when I talk to you like that?”

Whines and moans continued to flow from your payed lips. The places Danny was managing to hit inside you were more than enough to make your brain temporarily short circuit.

“Fuck, Danny, i-“ you sputtered.

“Not so feisty now, are you, princess?” Danny taunted, readjusting his position above you.

He hooked both your legs in his arms, pushing them back until his hands met with the mattress on either side of you.

The new position provided him a whole new angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside you as his thrust grew more relentless and rough.

You looked up at him with lust-drunk eyes, barely forcing them to stay open. Your mouth hung open, airy whines and loud moans tear their way out from deep within you.

“Oh my fucking god, Danny,” you whined, slipping your hands beneath his white tank top to claw at the backs of his shoulders. “It’s- you’re so-“

“Come on,” Danny encouraged teasingly. “Spit it out, baby girl. Use all those words I know you have.”

You clenched around him, head pushing back into the pillows as your arched your body into him. All you could offer him were more moans of intense pleasure.

“Look at you,” Danny cooed, still holding onto that taunting tone. He kissed along your collarbones before adding on, “Sweet little thing is speechless.”

Letting go of your legs, he pulled out of you, laughing lowly at the cry that left you from the sudden empty feeling.

Danny grabbed onto you, flipping you over like you weighed absolutely nothing. He pulled you up onto your knees, the rest of your weight falling to your forearms. As soon as he pushed himself back in, your whole body falter and shook.

“Have a fucked you out already?” Danny’s hands gripped at your hips, keeping you up. “I was- fuck- I was right,” he rasped out. “You can’t take it.”

“I can, I can,” you insisted through your moans. “Fuck, you just- it feels so good, Danny!”

A smile tugged at his lips that he was glad you couldn’t see. He could do this forever and it was finally setting in that, that’s exactly what he was planning to do. So long as you decided to forgive him after it was all said and done…

That tightening in the pit of your stomach started to become more prominent, rapidly growing tighter and tighter as Danny’s hips snapped loudly into yours.

A guttural noise sounded from him as you squeezed around him, alerting him that you were getting closer.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Danny asked, cursing to himself as he worked to put just a little more power behind each of his thrusts.

“Yes,” you croaked out, barely audible with your face buried into the pillows to help hide your louder moans.

“Stop,” Danny’s voice rang out, firm and demanding. He reached forward, tangling his fingers into your hair, pulling you up from the mattress and against the front of his body.

“Don’t hide. Let everyone downstairs hear how good I’m fucking you,” Danny said lowly right into your ear.

His other arm wrapped around the front of your body, hand traveling down to your core to rub two of his fingers over your clit in rapid circles.

The pleasure surging through you was debilitating; the only thing keeping you upright anymore being Danny’s strong grip.

“Danny, I- It’s so much, I can’t-“ You choked out, both of your hands clinging to his forearm just like before, in attempts to somehow slow him down.

“Shut up and take it. I got you,” Danny used his grip still in your hair to tug your head back, giving his lips access to the side of your neck.

“I can do this all night,” Danny mumbled against your skin. “I’m not gonna cum without you.”

With a harsh bite into the conjunction of your neck and shoulder, paired with a little more pressure from his fingers, a pornographic sound exploded out of you. It almost didn’t sound like you. There was no doubt that everyone still partying away downstairs heard it.

“Fuck, there you go,” Danny continued his assault on your neck, working you through your orgasm. “Cum for me, baby. Let me have it all.”

His own high followed just moments after yours. The most beautiful sounds you had ever heard from him, being sent almost directly into your ear.

“Fuck… fuck,” Danny cursed, his thrust growing sloppier and grip loosening around you. “God damn…”

Carefully, Danny let you both fall forward onto the bed. You both fought to catch your breath, still clinging to each other like you wouldn’t be able to stay tethered to earth without the touches of one another.

The two of you just laid in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until your heart rates and breathing slowed enough to get words out.

Danny was the first to fill the silence.

“I’m sorry, bug.”

Your heart suddenly started to pound again out of giddiness.

You turned over in his arms to face him, “For what?”

“For pushing you to the side all this time...” Danny’s eyes were much softer. “For being too afraid of my own feelings for you to do anything about it.”

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you smiled. “But… could you apologize again when your face isn’t covered in makeup, Peter Criss?”

“Oh, shut up!” Danny playfully shoved you off, rolling his eyes at you halfheartedly. “You’re right, though…” Danny sat up, eyes scanning over your body and the smudges of makeup covering nearly every inch. “We’ve-“ his voice broke with a laugh. “We’ve definitely made a little mess.”

“You made the mess,” you smirked at him, shakily trying to pull yourself up from the bed.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever,” Danny chuckled.

After watching you struggle to stand up, he came around to your side of the bed and picked you up in his arms bridal style.

“Sure looks like you can handle it, alright.” Danny shook his head as he carried you to the bathroom.

Your hand smacked at his chest, cheeks burning as a crimson blush adorned them. “Oh, fuck off…”

<>

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you started to shift around - the strong arms around you, preventing you from doing so.

You glanced around the room, noticing the door was slightly cracked open now.

Those fuckers. You thought to yourself.

They must have come to unlock or unblock the door at some point after you and Danny had fallen asleep. You were very thankful for the blankets covering both of your naked bodies; neither of you having wanted to put your costumes back on after showering.

Your eyes flicked over to look at Danny. He was beautiful when he slept. The peacefulness of his breathing and the way his defined and sharp features suddenly looked so soft.

Suddenly, one of his eyes popped open and a wide, lazy grin stretched out his perfect lips.

“Staring again, huh?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Admiring,” you corrected, smiling back at him.

“‘Admiring’,” he parroted, pulling you closer to his body.

“Danny, shouldn’t we get up soon?” You questioned, despite not wanting to move in the slightest.

“Absolutely not.” Danny had shut his eyes again.

Faint chatter coming from downstairs, of what you could only assume to be at least two Kiszka’s already awake, floated through your ears.

Danny hummed in acknowledgment to their loud voices. He mocked in a higher voice, sounding much like Sam, “Not ready to hear ‘I told you so’.”

“They were right, though,” you sighed, snuggling your face into his chest. “For once, I’m glad they were.”

“At least they wouldn’t have had to lock us in here if you weren’t so stubborn,” Danny giggled, full on laughing when you pulled back to look at his face.

“I will get up and leave you here.” It was a fully empty threat.

Danny cocked an eyebrow at you, challenging you, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded once.

“Go ahead, get up then.” Danny let go of you, clearly scheming by the playful sparkle in his eye.

Your eyes narrowed at him, but you moved to get up anyway, just to see how far he would let you get.

And it certainly wasn’t far.

You barely had the blankets thrown off and one leg dangling off the edge of the bed, before Danny was snatching you by the waist and yanking you back into his body.

“Danny!” you squealed, positively letting the whole house know that you two were awake.

“I’m not letting you go that easily, silly girl,” Danny said lowly into your ear, playfully biting at your earlobe. “You’re mine now.”

“Do you think we could convince them to lock the door back?” You asked softly, brushing your lips against his.

No sooner than the question was emitted into the space between you and Danny was opening his mouth to answer, Sam’s voice boomed from the hallway.

“Absolutely not, you fuckin’ love birds!”

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[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.2

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴: 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘤: 1.9𝘬

“Heh”, you could feel his grin. Rick bent down and leaned in closer, bridging the scant distance that separated your lips. With each breath, the air became thick with tension, your heartbeat echoing in the silence. His proximity sent more shivers down your spine, his presence enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensations. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. “You act all-all strong and br-bratty but you’re actually pretty fucking shy. Want Mr. Sanchez to make you blush-blush some more?”

Awkward silence fell upon the room. Everyone set at the dinner table as soon as Beth was home from work. Even Rick showed up – burping and drunk as usual.

“O my God, I’ll start talking then. You guys are like so weird”, Summer exclaimed, typing on her phone, “So, y/n, Grandpa Rick, what’s up?”

“She-She is some girl who was teleported by a version of me. Fucking i-idiot barely knows anything about herself.” Rick sounded pissed, him not getting any information out of you was more than just annoying to him – it was a failure. Grunting he pulled out his flask, taking a sip of his drink, “Wanna add anything, sweetheart?” 

Childish. Why was he provoking you the whole time? “Not really. I know my name, my age and being a studying psychology at college. That’s about it. I don’t remember my family, my home, or my life before I ended up in your house. I’m really sorry for the trouble I’ve caused, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” Sheepishly you looked at Beth and Jerry. 

A sigh fell from Beth’s lips before she smiled at you kindly. “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ve been through worse. You don’t seem to be a bad kid. I’m sorry that one of my dad’s did this.” 

Jerry was just happy to be acknowledged and poured you some wine into your glass. “Summer told me you’re 21, drink up. I’m a pretty cool dad, you know?” With lips curved upwards you thanked him for the drink. What would ease your nervousness better than red wine? Maybe only Rick is a fucking bastard.

“You should sleep here until we know more about you, y/n. After all it really is our – more like dad’s – fault that you’re here. You’re a college student, right? You could help Morty and Summer with their homework and clean around the house to compensate, if you want”, Beth’s smile was warm and welcoming. No way is this woman really Rick’s daughter.

“We could become best friends, y/n! You’re sooo pretty and you stand your ground against Grandpa. You’re like literally perfect to chill with.”

Morty said nothing, he simply stared at you with an opened mouth and big eyes. “Yeah…yeah…homework with y/n”, he suddenly mumbled under his breath which caused Rick to call him a “fucking perverted idiot” and Summer joining in by insulting Morty as weird and disgusting. 

“I mean, I can’t really reject your offer, can I? Helping the kids with their homework and doing some cleaning really isn’t a big deal. I will also be looking for a job. I really can’t thank you guys enough for your kindness.”

The family started to discuss where you should sleep. Summer’s or Morty’s room were out of question – it was too uncomfortable for you, sleeping in a room with a minor as an adult. Beth was the one who declined you using the couch – a young woman should have a little bit of privacy. What was left? Rick’s room.

“Absolute no-no fucking way. I’m not going to share my bed with that girl and nooo fucking way in h-hell am I going to give my bed up complete. You guys are nuts.” Everyone grunted in disapproval, of course Rick would be the next problem (again). Acting like he wasn’t in the garage or in space most of the time anyway.

“Please give me the garage then. I only need it to sleep. I bet you have a mattress stored somewhere, Mr. Sanchez. After all you are the smartest man alive, aren’t you?” His tone and attitude irritated you and you despised that man, but you wanted to show Beth and Jerry your best side. So, you were as polite as you could be.

Rick simply blinked, his eyebrows high enough to almost reach his hairline. Mr. Sanchez, damn, it sounded good. “If you touch my fucking stuff I-I’ll send you to some other fucking universe, got-got it? Jesus. You guys are annoying. I can’t deal with this shit today.” Slamming his hands on the table he stood up and left, walking towards the couch. “I’m watching interdimensional cable now so aaaall of you: shut the fuck u-up.” And with that he sat down and turned the TV on.

“Settled then! Come on, girl, let’s go to my room!”, before you could even reply, Summer grabbed your hand and forced you upstairs.

“Thanks for letting me shower and lending me your clothes, Summer.” Your hair was still slightly wet as you scanned yourself in the mirror. Summer lent you black flared yoga pants and a white tank top, along with cute slippers, she even gave you a toothbrush and showed you her collection of various bodywash products with different scents. Her room was small but cute with pink walls – you liked it.

During the shower you tried to sort your thoughts, taking in this strange situation, and replaying the day in your head. No normal person would believe you. Even you could barely believe it. Did you even know yourself? Sighing you sat down next to the redhead on her bed.

“Girl, not to sound like some creep or anything but your ass looks good as fuck”. Jokingly you slapped Summer’s arm. You two didn’t need a lot of time to bond. It felt like you knew her for a long time, familiar yet unfamiliar. “I know Grandpa is kinda mean to you but he’s like that to everyone. He got some issues but like he isn’t that bad. You just have to get used to him.”

You did nothing more than hum and threw your head back to stare at the ceiling. Rick wasn’t a normal grandpa, you figured that much. He was mean, disrespectful, loud, rude, selfish, and so on. Maybe Summer was right, maybe you just needed to get used to his behavior. If you wanted to survive in this house, you should at least try to tolerate Rick. He was obviously the man of the house and even if everyone complained about him, everyone loved him to hell and back. “I’ll try, Summer. Enough about that. It’s late and you have school tomorrow, right? I’ll be going now. Sweet dreams.”

Right before you left her room you heard Summer whisper a small “Good Night”. It could be that it was the student in you, but you sensed her being lonely under her big girl façade. Beth had Jerry and Rick had Morty, Summer was the odd one out. Don’t worry, Summer, we’ll totally be best friends. You closed the door behind you and tiptoed your way into the garage – Summer told you a lot about the house and the family while you were with her. She also warned you to never go into Morty’s room without knocking, that Jerry’s unemployed and cracked lame dad jokes and that Beth was extremely dependent on Rick.

Your hopes of simply laying down and going to sleep were crushed as soon as you opened the door to the garage. Instead of being met with beautiful silence Rick decided to make something clear. In a moment charged with tension, Rick pressed you against the door with a fervor that electrified the air around you. His hand firmly planted on the surface beside you, creating an intimate enclosure, trapping you. With an intensity in his gaze, he stared into your eyes. You, taken aback by the sudden closeness, felt your heart race in response to Rick’s boldness, your breath catching in the space between you. “What do you think you- “

“L-listen to me, you little shit-shit”, Rick interrupted you, “This whole thing doesn’t s-sit right with me. I don’t fucking trust you. If I think-think you’re better dead I’ll fuck-fucking k-kill you, understand?” He stuttered more than usual, he also smelled even more like alcohol than before. His voice was quiet yet stern and dominant. You couldn’t take the pressure anymore and averted your gaze. 

“Step away from me, you’re way too close.”

“Heh”, you could feel his grin. Rick bent down and leaned in closer, bridging the scant distance that separated your lips. With each breath, the air became thick with tension, your heartbeat echoing in the silence. His proximity sent more shivers down your spine, his presence enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensations. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. “You act all-all strong and br-bratty but you’re actually pretty fucking shy. Want Mr. Sanchez to make you blush-blush some more?”

Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of the moment, you instinctively pushed against his chest forcefully. Your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, your mind struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. “Stop provoking me! I’m just not used to people being so close to me, that’s it.”

“Back to being bratty, I s-see”, he turned around and pointed at a bed next to his workbench, “You-you gonna sleep on here buuut not yet! We gon have some fun, y/n. You and me. Y/n and Rick. I-I saw you dri-drinking that red wine, I got better shit!” Only now did you notice bottles in various shapes and colors on his desk.

“You can’t be serious…You literally just threatened me and now you want to drink?”, confusion was written all over your still red face. 

“Do-Don’t be a pussy, y/n! Finally got s-someone old enough in-in this house. Do you realize how fucking-fucking boring earth-shit actually is?! Th-this will send you in-into another dimension, y/n! You will never drink boring ass wi-wine again, y/n! I even have some space weed!” His speech was rapid-fire.

Ah, fuck it. He already had you at the mention of weed. The day has been crazy and all over the place, getting wasted with Rick wouldn’t make a difference. Besides trying weed and alcohol from outer space does sound nice, you were intrigued. “Okay, okay, stop yelling”, a small smile formed on your lips as you walked over to his desk, stopping next to him. A cool pink bottle stood as a beacon of elegance and sophistication, its sleek curves catching the light in a mesmerizing dance of iridescence. Crafted from smooth, translucent glass, it seemed to radiate a soft, ethereal glow from within, casting a delicate hue of pink that enchanted the eye. “I want to try this first, can we?”

“Even now you-you ended up choosing the w-wine…kinda. Sorry to bu-burst your bubble, little girl. We’re gonna dr-drink how I want it and that sh-shit is for something very, very special. You-you couldn’t handle it. Trust-trust me. Or do you want t-to me to get reeaal close to you, huh? Have s-some different kind of fu-fun, princess?” Even though his words were a warning it came across as something different due to the tone of his voice. His tone was low and husky, weaving a seductive melody that wrapped around you like a silk ribbon. With each whispered syllable, he exuded an aura of confidence and charm, his words dripping with innuendo and suggestion. Oh, I think I got it.

“Never mind. What’s your plan then, Rick?”

“Getting absolutely waaasted, y/n! And don’t-don’t you dare tap out! We’re-we’re gonna talk about a lot of shit, y/n. I’m going to-going to let you try every fucking o-one of my favorite drinks, y/n! And then-then we’ll get high on fucking space weed! Just you and me, y/n. We’re gonna find out why you’re h-here, y/n! I’m gonna win against that fu-fucking Rick, y/n! Now, first-first bottle: Stardust Elixir from planet Xylophor!”

This was going to be a long night.

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[daydreamingupandaway]

Okay y’all, I just finished episode 5, here are some of my thoughts on it!

SPOILERS

-Bruh this bald bitch Xavier is getting on my NERVES. Like I get why you did what you did but you REALLY had to go to get some space girlfriend instead of helping your X-Men? Like I think Magneto KNEW he was going to space because he even mentioned how Xavier went with his Shi’ar Queen- that’s WILD

-Also I didn’t think I realized the magnitude (heh heh, get it?) of what Magneto did until this episode. He does realize he’s probably killing an assload of mutants too right? Like bro has good points but I think killing thousands of people including mutants and like the entire planet may be a tad too far

-Why were they in space when Xavier met with President Kelly? Did I miss something?

-I wasn’t surprised that Rouge joined magneto, but Roberto joining threw me through the loop. I get why, I just didn’t expect it. I mean I’m proud of him though. I wish there was more time before the final battle so we could see Roberto interacting with Magneto and Rouge since we’ve only ever seen him and Jubilee together. (more in next bulletin point about those two) I just feel like there could have been more character interactions in general here. Too much was focused on just fighting. Like how the hell did we go from having 12 hours to 1 so quickly? The fuck????

-More about Rouge, loved her talk with Professor X, you tell ‘em Rouge! Also I love that she wore Gambit’s jacket, I thought it was really sweet.

-Roberto worrying about hurting Jubilee? AWKDKGBDLFN MY HEART AHENGELFKDK like I don’t really know how J feel about romance with them but their friendship and stuff is so adorable and then to have it break like that! Like of course Jubilee would be mad! Roberto effectively went against her family!

-My Queen, my absolute GODDESS storm returned! Yay! I loved the little sister moment Jean and her shared. She had some super cool fighting scenes though, I love how they animate her abilities. I don’t like how my QUEEN GOT MURKED AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! So unfair

-Real talk why the FUCK did they send Wolverine to confront Magneto? Honestly Magneto could have done what he did at the end at literally any point, dude was playing it nice. Also, my Morphine loving ass really wishes there was a goodbye scene between Morph and Logan. I mean K know he’s gonna be okay though. It’s Wolverine. I hope we actually get to see more of his healing abilities, we never get too see those….. I mean he is going to be okay, right? My heart cannot take Logan dying he’s like one of my favorite X-Men. Honestly I feel like X-Men 97 haven’t really been doing him right. But it’s pretty much the Scott and Jean show so, go figure

-More on Morph: they got called THEM again!!! That made me so happy! :) but I was a little bit confused when Rouge said something along the lines of: “Morph barely joined our team for 30 minutes and we threw them to the wolves” what does that mean? Am I missing something? Is it from the original show? Because I didn’t watch it so if someone could explain please do!!

-As for Cable, it was really cool to see his powers get shown off! That was awesome. I like the interaction he had with Scott too. Honestly ever since they introduced Cable I was hoping for a Deadpool cameo, hopefully for season two. A girl can only dream.

-Then onto Nightcrawler! Once again my dude has AWESOME GOATED fighting skills!!!!!! We love him. I was surprised he didn’t really try to talk Rouge down during the battle but that fight was way too fast paced. I really liked the scene with the Rosary. I don’t really know why since I’m not religious or anything, I just thought that it was a nice touch.

-Gonna do Scott and Jean in one I guess. I liked the fight between Jean and Mr.Sinister. I think it’s crazy that she could telepathically communicate with Scott that far away. That’s cool. I hope Cable doesn’t kill her. On another note, I love Scott and Jean. Like this show has done WONDERS for Scott’s character but why does EVERYTHING have to be about them?! They’re like the only two characters that got like any character time the entire episode!

-And then because apparently I decided to do everyone I might as well say stuff about Beast, next I’ll do Magneto. (Can you tell this wasn’t planned at all and I’m just rambling lmao?) anyway, Beast was pretty chill here. I always like the little quips he throws out during a fight, and I like that he’s friends with Forge. He is a very swag dude. I’m a little surprised to see him hanging around near the reporter still, especially since she was revealed to be a sentient bot thing and like Roberto said, she somewhat chose to be turned into something that would fight against mutants. But beast is a very peaceful and forgiving person, so I suppose it makes sense.

-Finally, Magneto! Fun fact throughout this entire thing I kept spelling it magneato because I think he’s mag-neat-o (I should be burned at the stake). Well, I would say that if I didn’t think he was a FUCKING IDIOT! Bro another PLANET?! Please tell me how he was planning on loading every mutant up to another planet. I would LOVE to know. There were different ways he could have gone about it, but NOPE. Also- LEECH ACTUALLY DIED?! CKDIFNSKGKELGL SOBBING ACTUALLY SHED A TEAR- like I don’t know what I should have expected but I’m still sad about it. So I guess a huge part of this is a product of grief not just for Genosha but also Leech. God that’s so sad bro-

Forge- unfortunately not much to say here :( I do hope he’s okay though! He’s a really good pilot and very smart!

Overall, I just think this episode was way too rushed. I wish there were more character moments. I mean the professor isn’t dead? Hell I would have punched that old man in the face! I really think the first season should have been longer. I know people disagree but I just want to see more things between other characters that don’t feel so rushed. That’s all I want. I want to see more of my faves instead of having them constantly thrown to the side.

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[slowlyhardgoatee]

Y’know, son, your dad and I go way back. 

Worked together from right around the time you were born, and you guys moved in down the street not long after. We’ve been drinking buddies ever since. I got him through it when your mother left, got him laid again, got him working again, got him off the alcohol. So, when he said he wanted some help with you, I didn’t hesitate. 

‘Bill’, he says to me a few weeks back, ‘Bill, I don’t know what to do. Johnny turns 18 in a week and I need your help.’ Turns out he’d spied you masturbating and was surprised because you were jacking off to daddy porn - with a pair of his undies stuffed in your mouth. 

‘Bill’, Mick says, ‘I need you to get Johnny out of the house. Have him go and stay with you for a couple weeks at least, please. If he turns eighteen under my roof, Bill,’ he says to me, ‘his birthday present’s gonna be a can of beer and then my beer can cock up his arse.’ 

So that’s why we arranged to have you stay here for a while. It was nothing to do with your dad having COVID or anything - he just didn’t want to have that temptation around. And, to be honest, I can see what he means. You’ve got a high, tight arse, son. And perfect dick-sucking lips. In fact, hell, I’ve been putting this off for a couple weeks at this point, but I think it’s time that bill was paid. Pass me my phone, son. I’m gonna film this next bit. See, I said to your dad, ‘Well, what do I get out of all this’, you know? And he said I could demand the use of your holes - both or either of them - at any point I chose after your eighteenth birthday, on the condition that I filmed it and sent it to him so he could jerk out a load over it. Son, it’s not been lost on me that you’ve been bugging your eyes out every time you’ve seen me without a shirt on or wearing a jock in the last couple weeks. That’s why I’ve been doing it. You’ve been biting your lip, desperate to suck me off, haven’t you, boy? Yeah. Well like I said, the bill comes due. 

Knees, faggot. Now. Good boy. 

Here’s what’s gonna happen, son. You’re gonna beg to suck my fat cock, and I mean you’re gonna sound fucking desperate. And you’re gonna call me Daddy while you’re begging. Then I’m gonna film you going to town on my dick, and after I’ve creamed, I’m gonna send the video to your dad.

So, you wanna suck Daddy’s big dick, son? Yeah? What was that, boy? ‘Please fuck my faggot mouth, Daddy’? Good boy. You know your place, don’t you, son? Yeah - on your knees begging for your Daddy’s dick. Go on then, boy. Get it in your mouth. All the way down, faggot. Slobber all over that meat. That’s the fucking stuff, boy, just like that. I want your nose buried in my fucking pubes, faggot. Go on, gag on that cock. Slut.

Fucking hell, Mick, I’ve gotta tell you, your son’s throat and mouth might be the sweetest I’ve ever had my cock in. It’s like I’m thrusting into silk. And he knows just how to deep throat a cock. Look up at the camera, boy. Yeah, let your dad see what a dirty cocksucking little faggot you are for big, hairy daddy bears. 

Good boy. You want your dad’s meat up your arse, don’t you, boy? There’ll be plenty of time for that, believe me. You ain’t going anywhere, faggot. For now, though, I need to shoot. Hands up on Daddy’s big hairy chest, boy. Run your fingers through that fucking rug. Good boy. You like that, don’t you, eh? Yeah. Maybe when I finally get around to raping your arse, I’ll let you bury your face in it while I cream up that cunt. 

In the meantime, boy, get tugging Daddy’s nipples. Harder. Harder, faggot. Fuck yeah. Feel my hands on the back of your head there, son? That’s the signal I’m taking full control of this blowjob, boy. I’m gonna fuck your face for you. I’m gonna thrust to the back of your throat and when I nut, it’ll be all over your fucking tonsils. You’ll have no choice but to swallow it all. 

Mick, I’m about to cum in your faggot son’s mouth. When I’ve finished, I’m pressing Send on this video, and I’m gonna give you half an hour to watch it, jack off and then get over here. 

You ready, faggot? Here comes Daddy’s load, you cunt. Oh, oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK YEAH, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT. FUCK. 

Open your mouth, boy. Yeah, just to prove you’ve swallowed the fucking lot like the whore you are. Good boy. See you in 30 minutes, Mick.

And that’s it sent, faggot. Now get under that rim seat over there. When your dad gets here, I want him to hear you fucking begging to rim and tongue my sweaty arsehole. Then after I’ve had a little talk with him, I’m gonna have him begging me to turn you into my collared slave and rape a load up your virgin cunt right in front of him. Show him what he’s never gonna get to fuck. I’ve seen your dad’s hard drive, and if he doesn’t want the police to see it too, he’ll do whatever he’s told. I’ll be inviting him round here every Saturday night to watch me and my mates gang raping your cunt, boy. And if he’s lucky, I’ll let him lick your pussy juice off my cock when we’ve finished. That’s as close as he’s ever gonna get to fucking your twat. Now get under that seat on your back, bitch. Tongue out, and start French kissing my arsehole like a good slut. Fuck yeah, boy. Right where you fucking belong. 

[w1ldthoughts]

You Make Me Feel

Anon Requested smut so I wrote something nasty. Slight continuation of this but will still make sense without reading it!

Warning: smut and language

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“No. It’s not happening.” Jack states simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Please? You lost the bet and you were the one that said—”

“When I said losers get to be the winner’s bitch for a week I didn’t mean literally!” He interrupts, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was desperately looking for a way out of this conversation. “I love you more than anything in the world. You know that…right?”

You nod. “But I’m not letting you put anything in my ass…Why do you even wanna do this so badly?”

“Because…” you begin, walking over to put your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been doing some research on how to spice things up and your prostrate is where your g-spot is. I know it sounds insane and we’ve never done anything like this before but I just wanna make you feel good.” You noticed his frown begin to disappear at your confession.

“And plus, the thought of you laying there having the most intense orgasm of your life because of me? There’s nothing in this world that would be any sexier.” You continues. “But if you’re uncomfortable then obviously we won’t do it.”

Jack uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around you with a deep sigh. He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. “You really wanna do this don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to deliver the verdict. “Fine. Just give me a couple days so we can get everything we need and do this shit right. But you have to promise not to tell anyone we’re doing this. Especially not Urban baby please, I’m not trying to hear his mouth.”

“And the nails gotta go. If you scratch my butthole I’m not talking to you for two weeks.” You laughed but he was being serious.

“Promise. I won’t tell a soul. And I’ll lose the nails.” You give him an excited squeeze and a smooch. “Love you Jackie poo, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“Yeah you better, my alpha status is on the line here. But I trust you with my life and I love you. A lot clearly.”

How in the hell had you convinced him to do this? He thought to himself as the two of you sat on the couch two days later browsing sex toys on your laptop. It definitely wasn’t his first time purchasing them, it was just the first time it would be used on him. The more he thought about it though, the hotter it got. And your excitement about making him feel good made him have to adjust a few times while you shopped. The more equipped for the situation he was, the better he felt about it. If he was being honest, he was thinking about it more and more as the days went on.

He was ready.

All of the items on your list had arrived the day before and you could tell that your boyfriend was nervous when you got upstairs.

“Babe if you’re having second thoughts then we don’t have to go through with it. You wouldn’t be hurting my feelings at all, I want you to be 100% sure about this. Do you want us to do something else?”

Immediately shaking his head, he told you he was anxious but excited as he didn’t really know what to expect or how he was going to feel.

“This is all new for me too, but I’m going to take care of you, I promise.“ You whispered as he pulled you down top of him. Kissing him would never get old, you were convinced it would always give you butterflies in your stomach and warmth in your chest and between your legs. He took his time with you, grinning into the kiss as one of his hands caressed any part of your body that he could. There was a palpable shift in his energy, from anxiousness to hunger and the more his body felt relaxed, the sloppier his movement got.

Without breaking the kiss, he swiftly turned you both over so he was top, his hand resting at the base of your hip. He sucked on your bottom lip before coming up for air, helping you out of the tank top you were wearing. Looking down, he whispered “may I?” Waiting for you to nod before taking off your underwear.

He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. “Holy fuck you’re already wet, is this all because of me, baby?”

“You don’t even wanna know how long I’ve been thinking about tonight.”

“Well I’m gonna get you off first and then let you have your way with me…deal?” He smirks, licking his fingers.

“Deal.”

There needed to be a scientific study on how your partner knows your body better than you do. Jack gave you two orgasms before cleaning you up, holding you in his arms while you caught your breath. He gave you the T-shirt he had on earlier and was making small circles on your back as you basked in the afterglow.

“You ready?” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling a sudden burst of energy.

He responded with a nervous laugh. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“It’s gonna be great. You can take your pants off whenever you’re ready and I’ll grab the stuff. Be right back.” You were hoping that your reassuring peck would be helpful.

You came back into the room with bottles of lube in one hand and a prostate massager in the other.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, looking a lot more sure of himself now that the moment had come. You gave him your instructions and went back to your set-up.

He slid down to the bottom of the bed while you squeezed the lube and took a deep breath. Your dry hand gently stroked his thigh as you inserted one finger.

“Relax baby, don’t tense up it’s supposed to feel good. Just let go and let yourself feel.” You smiled, watching his chest rise and fall until eventually his breaths slowed. You inserted another finger and were welcomed by a stifled gasp filled with arousal.

Curling your fingers to stimulate his perineum, you began stroking your fingers against it.

“Oh my god.” Jack whispered, his voice quivering. He had never felt anything like this before and you were getting more turned on by the minute. You hit nerves he didn’t even know existed and the action made all of his muscles relax like never before.

You pressed two knuckles against his taint and began to knead ever so gently, earning a series of breathy moans that were the most gorgeous sounds you’d ever heard. “Jesus Christ y/n, I’m—oh shit,” he whines, grasping at the sheets for some sort of security.

The prostate massager you made him buy had really turned up the heat and he was feeling it. His back arched into your touch, whimpering your name as he was nearing his peak. Watching him fall apart like putty in your hands was so much better than anything you’d ever pictured. He was so close, you knew the signs. You switched the massager into the other hand while stroking Jack’s erect length.

“M’gonna cum, holy sh—oh fuck.” He cries out. You watched the cum dribble down his shaft and your hand as it pumped out of his body. After you grabbed a towel and helped him clean up, both of you laid back down, bodies tangled together and all was right in the world.

“So…did that feel good?” You asked, looking up at him.

He let out a loud laugh. “Good? I don’t think ‘good’ even begins to cover how that felt. Pretty sure that just changed my life. Didn’t ever think I would be into butt stuff but here I am.”

“Does that mean you’d be open to doing it again sometime?” You inquired apprehensively.

“We are definitely going to be doing that again. Being your bitch really got my legs feeling like jello but I can get down with it. And you didn’t scratch my asshole so it’s a good day in my book.”

Who knew your super alpha, 6’3 man would be into letting you dominate? Maybe you could convince him to try pegging next…

Eh, probably not. But a girl can dream.

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