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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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tornado warnings

summary: out of all the girls Eddie could like, of course he'd pick Jason Carver's girlfriend. He kept ignoring the warnings, and now he's in too deep.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, pining!Eddie, friends to lovers, requited love but both parties are idiots, Dustin trying to talk sense into Eddie, cw for Jason being a misogynistic asshole, song fic, pure fluff, slow burn ish, oneshot

☆ word count: 6.5K+ (she's worth it i promise) ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞�� 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

It's sprialed out of control. Eddie knows that now.

It's as if he's been struck by lightning, the realization jolting him awake when your fingers deftly brush against his whilst you pass over the chemistry pop quiz. The touch lasts for less than two seconds, accompanied by a friendly smile and a quiet "good luck" thrown in, but it's enough for him to falter and almost let the paper slip from his fingers.

It reminds him of the first time you two met, late after school - you because of cheerleading practice, him because of detention.

Eddie was exhausted. Having shown up late to school with mismatched socks and his roleplaying notebook forgotten by the driver's seat of his van - not that it mattered anymore, considering he had to cancel tonight's session due to detention - he swore that the world was out to get him.

It was half past five and the spring rain was unrelenting, the pitter patter of water droplets against glass windows drowning out all other noise. Eddie scowled, not even the weather was on his side today. He'd have to make a run for it to his car, with nothing more than a floppy notebook to hold over his head.

His footsteps faltered, however, when he heard a feminine voice swear followed by the clattering of metal. Peeking his head around the corner, he was met with none other than the sight of you struggling to open up your locker, delicate fingers fumbling with the lock desperately.

"Oh for fuck's sake." you swore, trying the combination again and pulling the lock with all your strength to no avail. Dropping your duffel bag onto the floor, you tried again, this time grasping the metal lock with both your manicured hands.

No luck.

Sighing, you dropped your arms and fell forward onto your locker head first, before perking up and looking around for someone to ask for help - perhaps a janitor would know how to deal with this. Your eyes met Eddie's, and his eyes widened in an instant (fearing the worst, being caught staring wordlessly at one of the most popular girls in school) but your eyes lit up with recognition and joy.

"Hey! Eddie, right?" you called out, waving him over.

You knew his name? Eddie was simultaneously flattered and shocked, considering you two were separated by several stratospheres in the popularity pyramid. He was in your Advanced Physics class junior year before he dropped down to regular Physics, and even then you sat by the front row with the rest of the cheerleading squad whilst he doodled in his notebooks at the back.

"Do you think you could try opening up my locker for me? I left some important notes in there and my European History test is tomorrow, so I really need them." you sheepishly added, leaning against your locker. Eddie hesitated for a few seconds - was this a trick? Why were you being so nice to him? Why was the smile on your face so pure and so genuine, never once faltering?

Ignoring the sirens going off in his mind, he wordlessly nodded and walked up to your locker.

"The combination is 8-1-8-2."

He spun the dials around and tugged at the lock, but it remained stuck. He tried again, being extra careful to spin the numbers to the exact digit this time, but it still didn't budge.

"Nothing?" you questioned anxiously, peeking over from behind his shoulder. Eddie just grinned at that, hand flying to his jean front pocket to fish out an extra hairpin.

"Maybe not. Hold on."

Bending the metal pin straight, he fumbled with the little hole at the bottom of the lock, until a satisfying 'click' rang out. He was then able to finally unhook the lock and open it up to the contents of your locker - textbooks and folders spilling with notes neatly piled up at the bottom, with a Dior perfume, tube of lipstick and a jar of gummies sitting on the top shelf.

He was about to make a lighthearted joke about the gummies when the joke died in his mouth at the warm sensation of your arms wrapping around his waist, face buried in his shirt as you joyously embraced him.

"YES! Thank you so much, Eddie, you are a lifesaver!"

The sudden burst of affection was totally foreign to him and his senses were going haywire - overwhelmed at how your hair was tickling his exposed skin, your sweet scent (notes of caramel, honey and vanilla) evident but not too strong from this proximity. He fumbled over what to do with his arms, not knowing what was appropriate to do, before awkwardly settling on patting your back with his left hand.

"It's uh, no big deal." he managed to stutter out, small grin on his lips. A grin far outshined by the massive one on yours, bubbly laughter flowing as you quickly dug out the notes from your locker before slamming it shut and locking it back up.

There was another foreign sensation now beginning to register in his brain. Warmth, pleasant fires kindling in his lower stomach, an ache in his chest to have you close to him again. And his next sentence was blurted out before he could even think through all the repercussions.

"Do you need a ride home? Since it's raining and all."

"Yeah! That'd be great."

Following the locker incident, you began to wave at him and exchange quick greetings with him in the hallways. It was a minor change, a verbal acknowledgment instead of silent smiles and polite nods, but that didn't stop others from giving Eddie dirty looks. After all, why was the most popular girl in school giving any time of her day to the resident school freak?

Truth be told, he didn't understand it either. But he wasn't going to complain either, only returning the gestures wholeheartedly. This amicable state of acquaintance - knowing each other's names and being friendly, but never crossing the line into friendship - was broken less than a week later, when he was sitting in Mr.Wilson's office and being lectured about how he really needed to get his grades up.

"I've assigned you a tutor. She's one of my star students and she's kindly agreed to tutor you for free, so please do show up on time and try." the elderly man sighed under his breath, pushing his metal rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose before shuffling through a stack of papers.

"Her name's (Y/n). I'll leave the specifics of the arrangement up to the two of you, but the expectation is one session every week or two. Understood?"

"Understood, sir."

So here he was now. Standing in front of your house, double checking the address scribbled down hurriedly onto his notebook for the hundredth time, agonizing over what to do. Should he knock? Ring the door bell? He was a few minutes early, maybe it'd be best to just wait for you outside-

"Hi there!" you exclaimed, throwing open the door excitedly, making him jump back in surprise. "Come on in, we can go up to my room."

Your hands were preoccupied with drying your wet hair with a towel - it looked as if you had just emerged from the shower, the thought of which made his throat dry, a dirty sight he had to immediately scrub from his mind. Not that it worked particularly well, not when you were wearing an oversized black t-shirt that showed off your legs and the cheerleading shorts you had on hugged your thighs perfectly.

Carefully eyeing the living room and kitchen, he half expected for your parents to jump out and begin to interrogate him as to his identity.

"Are your... parents around?" he'd asked quietly, fingers anxiously twiddling by his sides. You shook your head sideways.

"My parents work out of state most of the time. My godfather drops by every few days though to make sure I'm fine though."

He raised his eyebrows at that, following behind you up the stairs.

"Doesn't that get lonely?"

You hummed, dabbing the last droplets of water from your forehead.

"I guess so. But Hopper - my godfather - has a lot of friends in the community so I get invited over to a lot of things. Plus cheerleading and school stuff keeps me pretty busy so it's not too bad."

You then pushed open the door to your bedroom with your shoulder, stepping backwards to let Eddie in first.

He marveled at how well organized your room was: sunflowers potted by the windowsill, a collection of vinyls leaning against a propped up vinyl record player playing a slow Whitney Houston song. White wardrobe pushed against the wall next to pastel pink drawers, makeup and skincare products neatly placed one after another.

Your cheerleading uniform was ironed and nicely draped over a cushy velvet chair, a full length body mirror with polaroids of you and your friends stuck to its sides on the white wooden frame.

You led him over to your study desk, pristine and white, and gestured to the chair to your left. He was still drinking in the sight of your room as you closed the door shut and hung your towel over the frame of your bed - which was complete with frilly lace sheets, pink and yellow cushions, bumblebee patterns stitched into the fabric.

In summary, Eddie thought, the whole room was so damn... clean and cute. A stark and sore contrast to his messy room, unfolded laundry everywhere and his walls crowded with his guitar and various metal band posters. He was just grateful now that he had insisted on doing the first session at your place instead of his.

"Everything okay?" you questioned, noticing his silence and awed expression. He blinked at you wordlessly at that, mind blanking in an instant.

"Yep! Amazing. Awesome, really. Just very stoked to get started on this exciting English Literature." he boasted, tapping his hand down on the thick textbook. You giggled at that, leaning against your chair.

"Listen, I know that Steinbeck and Fitzgerald aren't as exciting as Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, but I promise you that there's a charm to these authors as well."

"You know about Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath?" Eddie perked up at that, pleasantly surprised. You rolled your eyes playfully, as if it was common knowledge.

"Duh, what else would I listen to whilst I jog? I can't say I'm as big of a fan as you, but I do listen to a bit of everything and metal is a cool genre."

It was his turn to chuckle, leaning forward onto the table to rest his head on his palms.

"You know, (L/n), you're not at all like what I'd expected you to be."

"What'd you mean by that, Munson?" you challenged, quirking up your eyebrows teasingly, his heart skipping a beat at the action.

"Nothing bad, I promise! Just, I don't know, your friends aren't as friendly or as cool as you."

You click your tongue at that, faux frown on your glossy lips.

"But aren't we friends? And you're plenty cool and friendly."

Friends. The word felt heavy on his tongue, goosebumps rising on his skin. Plus, you'd called him cool and friendly - by far the nicest thing any popular student had ever said to him. All logic flew out the window at that moment, walls tumbling down faster than the next words on his lips.

"Of course we're friends."

It was dangerous territory, a quiet voice was nagging him in the crevices of his mind that this was totally new and treacherous - accepting the friendship of the most popular and desired girl in school. The sirens were blaring in his head, red warning signs clouding his vision.

But Eddie consciously chose to turn the other way, running farther into your embrace.

"Cool. Glad to hear it, friend."

Once the initial hurdle was jumped over, the label of 'friends' hanging over you and Eddie, everything fell into place. Weeks flew by with tutoring sessions filled with inside jokes and excited ramblings, with Eddie taking every chance to insert a dirty joke in somehow to make you laugh.

He walked you from class to class at your insistence, your sharp glare at any staring passerbys enough to shut them up. Conversation was never awkward, there was plenty to talk about. His D&D sessions, the latest Metallica record, the next football game that Eddie would begrudgingly turn up to (but ultimately always would, just to be able to hug you in celebration afterwards).

It was all platonic, he told himself. Sure, he thought you were pretty and fun, but that didn't mean anything. He had it all under control, he reasoned, no, insisted. He was feigning igornace, arguing with his inner voice that it was all just excitement and nerves over having a friend who was popular.

"A lot on your mind?" you asked him a few months later, tongue swiping across the top of your ice cream, legs uncrossing underneath your cheerleading uniform.

You'd insisted on celebrating his first A in English Literature by going out for ice cream - "it's on me" you'd added, making it impossible to say no. It was a sizzling hot summer day and both of you were seeking refuge under the shade of a large willow tree, sitting on the roof of Eddie's van with him only a few inches separated from you.

'Yes.' Eddie wanted to say. 'I can't stop thinking about you.' he wanted to confess. 'I hear your laughter whilst I fold my clothes. I see you in the corner of my eyes everywhere I go, laying on my sofa with your legs dangling off the armrest, smiling at me in the rearview mirror from the backseat of my car.'

But he didn't say that.

"Not really. Just still reeling from the fact that I got an A." he joked, choosing to suppress his inner thoughts.

"Aw, well, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, Eds. This is just the beginning, I know it."

Humming, he shot you a quick wink.

"I'll take your word for it, doll."

Both of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, until a loud shriek was heard from inside the ice cream store. A girl Eddie vaguely recognized from one of his classes was nodding fiercely and hugging her boyfriend close, making his eyebrows raise in piqued curiosity.

"Oh, probably just a promposal for the dance next week." you commented lazily, tongue flicking at the top of your cone.

"Are you... going?" Eddie tested the waters, eyes cautiously picking apart your reaction.

"Yeah, I am! Jason's being really difficult about the color palette we're matching as though. He wants pink and blue, I'd rather we do yellow and blue or pink and white."

Eddie's vision flashed white at the mention of Jason's name, bone chilling cold seeping through his chest.

"Jason as in... Jason Carver?"

You nodded, and the pain he felt upon seeing the fond smile that spread across your lips instantly felt worse than a million needle pricks at his heart.

"That's him. He can be kind of difficult at times but... he's my boyfriend and I love him, you know?"

Eddie knew he'd never have a chance with you. He never deluded himself into that fantasy, but now it was confirmed, written in clear black and white: you were taken. Not only that, but you loved Jason Carver. He was your boyfriend.

It made total sense. How had Eddie not noticed it before? Perhaps you had mentioned it to him previously, an off the cuff comment here and there, but Eddie wasn't listening carefully. Too intoxicated on your quiet giggles, too busy admiring the golden sunlight kissing your hairline.

It was impossible to prevent the smile from dissipating from his face, a forced grin instead replacing his genuine warm smile.

"Yeah. Makes sense, I guess."

"How about you, Eds?" you excitedly asked, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Anyone caught your eye that you want to take to the dance?"

It burned his mouth to respond, heart throbbing, fingers strained by his sides.

"Yeah, but uh... I don't think I'll be able to make it, so I'm not going to ask her."

You frowned at that and there were a few drops of strawberry ice cream hanging from your lips, which Eddie reached out to wipe away with his thumb instinctively.

"S-sorry." he muttered out, retracting his hand quickly as if he'd been burnt.

"Yeah, you better be." Jason barked out from behind Eddie, making him straighten up in alarm, not having heard Jason's car pull into the parking lot.

The jock glared at Eddie as he walked around to wrap a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you right against his figure. Your widening smile was unmissable, so was the way you kicked your legs forward in delighted joy when Jason suddenly swooped down and pressed a harsh kiss against your lips.

Eddie awkwardly averted his gaze as Jason continued to glare at the metalhead from over your shoulder, deepening the kiss possessively, his vice grip only loosening from your waist when you patted him on the back indicating that you needed air.

"Ready to go, babe?" Jason asked, not even missing a beat. You nodded, scrunching up the paper cup in your hands and throwing it away to the nearest bin.

"I'll catch you round?" you asked cheerfully, linking your hands with Jason and shooting Eddie a hopeful smile. The smart answer to give would've been to make up an excuse, to cut the friendship there and for good - especially with how Jason was steaming with anger next to you, blue icy eyes narrowing in on Eddie's figure.

There was a storm brewing, toxic smoke billowing into the air. But Eddie stood there, unwavering, only nonchalantly rolling back his shoulders and winking at you.

"Yep. See you round."

Jason's hatred for Eddie only intensified as time went on - you'd tagged along to a D&D session once and the jock found you leaning over Eddie mid-dice roll, metal ring clad fingers on top of yours as he guided you. Eddie waited for you after school whenever you had late practice to drive you back home, only for Jason to then pop out of nowhere and insist on driving you home (though he lived in the opposite direction from you).

"I don't fucking trust you, freak." Jason once spat the moment you ran off to the bathroom, leaving the two men to be standing around your locker. "I don't know what the fuck my girlfriend sees in you, but you better not be dragging her into any of your shit."

Eddie clenched his jaw, fists grasping and ungrasping by his sides in an attempt to control his anger.

"Relax, Carver. We're just friends."

Jason just rolled his eyes at that, stepping forward threateningly.

"Yeah, friends. Just don't get your dick hard thinking she's yours. She shouldn't be wasting her time on you anyways."

Eddie's blood boiled at the way the basketball player talked about you, wanting to control and dictate everything you did.

"She's not property for you to fucking control, jackass." he retorted, only succeeding in causing Jason's nostrils to flare with fury.

"I'm back, and I- Oh." you paused, noticing the tension lingering in the air and the defensive postures. "Is everything alright?"

The boys stared at each other silently, hatred still tinging the air, but it all melted into fake smiles on both their faces when turning to you.

"Yep." they both affirmed.

"Everything's... perfect. Just as it should be." Jason slowly drawled, eyeing Eddie up and down. It was a threat, an alarm bell ringing right by his ears. It dawned on Eddie that this was becoming unavoidable now, the mess that he was in, his love for you an unstoppable tornado.

It was incredibly reckless to continue to be friends with you. But god, it felt so damn good.

So out of selfish nature or not, Eddie didn't pull away. He chose to clutch on to you tighter, grit his teeth harder, damn all the consequences that would follow. He'd wander closer into the eye of the storm, wholeheartedly and willingly, all for you.

Though Jason wasn't silent about his unhappiness over your friendship with Eddie, you never let it affect you. So Eddie continued to be your friend, maybe even best friend at this point after six months, what in between Saturday movie nights and late evening talks on the bleachers after practice.

Eddie forced himself to be content with being your go-to platonic company: of helping you pick out a dress for your date with Jason whilst leaning against the headboard of your bed, carrying your things for you at school as you rushed to class after cheerleading practice, laughing with you over a pack of cheep bear in someone's backyard during a loud house party.

It hurt - doing all the things couples did, but under the label of friendship and under Jason's persistent gaze. After all, Eddie was the one to hold your hair back when you'd had too much to drink at the end of year summer party, helping to wipe your mouth with a stray towel and gently guiding a water bottle to your lips.

Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, having ditched you the moment his fellow basketball players called him over. It made Eddie furious, how it seemed Jason only wanted you as a trophy to show off to the school before abandoning you in favor of his friends, but you seemed to be blind to it.

Besides, Eddie reasoned, who was he to intervene? Overall, you were happy, right?

The metalhead wasn't even in the bathroom with you for more than three minutes when Jason came pummeling through the door, chest heaving with anger upon having been told that you were seen stumbling into an empty bathroom with Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

The jock never said it - at least in front of Eddie - but it was clear that he suspected something more than friendship, you two always tilting dangerously close into romantic territory. Jason ordered Eddie out, insisting that you were in need of your boyfriend instead of him, and with a heavy heart Eddie sighed and wandered back into the party.

He still thought about you the rest of the night though, no matter how many jaegar bomb shots he downed.

Come autumn, and it wasn't just Jason who saw what was going on. At this point, you were beloved by everyone in the Hellfire Club and you'd even swung by Eddie's trailer multiple times. Wayne and the kids would all tease Eddie for his clear infatuation with you, which Eddie would vehemently deny, though he knew deep down they were right.

"So are you ever going to admit that you like her?" Dustin teased, knocking his shoulder into the older boy's.

They were sitting on the railings of the skate park, the boys having lost a game of rock-paper-scissors with Max to pick between going to the arcade or to the skate park. The redhead was busy coaching you on how to skate - your legs wobbly on the skateboard as Max held onto your arms, wide amused smiles on both your faces - whilst Lucas and Mike ran off to the corner store to get some water.

"What, (Y/n)?" Eddie tried to play dumb.

"Duh, who the hell else?" Dustin retorted, appalled that his friend would even try to feign ignorance.

Both boys picked up their heads at the sound of loud laughter, your back on the pavement as you seemingly fell, Max laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes and was hunched over to clutch her stomach. The fond smile gracing Eddie's lips was instantaneous- you were always so good with the kids, they all adored you. The boys pestered you for gaming tips, Max and you bonded over music, Erica thought you were the "coolest adult" she knew.

It made Eddie fall even deeper for you, his heart now fully in the eye of the hurricane. You were ripping down all his walls, your laughter destructive and haunting. You left him dizzy and stumbling through the hallways, heart heavy with infatuation, lips aching to be on yours.

"There. Right there." Dustin commented, pointing right at Eddie's face. "You get that stupid grin on your face whenever she smiles or talks or shit, does anything really. We all have bets on when you're finally gotta make a move, so when are you?"

Eddie shoved off the curly haired boy, fingers scrambling to brush off the sleeves of his jacket in false boredom.

"For the millionth time, Henderson, she has a boyfriend. Said boyfriend, who by the way, hates me and frankly I don't feel like being a homewrecker." he spat, venom dropping from his voice at the thought of Jason. Letting out a short exhale, he flashed the younger boy a tired smile.

"Besides, we've been friends for like, what, over half a year now? The ship has sailed, I've got no chance."

"You're just saying that because you don't see the way she looks at you." the younger boy insisted. "Seriously. Friends don't look at each other like that."

Eddie had nothing to say to that, you looking up from the opposite site of the skate park to wave at the two boys with delight, which they both quickly returned. The fluttering in Eddie's stomach was easy to anticipate at this point, as was the heavy pang in his heart at the realization that Jason would be coming to pick you up in a short bit.

"She's just being nice, Dustin." Eddie muttered, running a shaky hand through his hair.

You looked ethereal whilst skating, so carefree, hair flowing in the wind as your knees bent and braced for the dip off the edge. Fading red orange sunlight accentuating the dip and curve of your facial features, autumn foliage stuck in your messy hair.

You'd come into his life, a tornado, and destroyed his whole being. He was wandering alone now, knees brushing up against green fields with nothing but trees surrounding him, but Eddie didn't mind.

So long as he got to continue to watch you smile like that.

Cut to the present, Eddie's mindlessly filling out the pop quiz, brain still fuzzy from your touch lingering over his skin, ghostly yet ever so present. The rest of the class flies by and it's the end of the school day, so Eddie quickly moves to shove his things into his bag, crushing all his paper notes with the haste with which he does so.

"Any plans for tonight?" you ask, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

It's Friday night, which to everyone else means parties and fancy dinners, but to Eddie it usually means going back to the trailer and watching a rerun of a shitty sitcom over a bowl of microwave mac and cheese. Not that he'll tell you that, though.

"Not really. Why, up for another spontaneous drive through town?" he teases, heart fluttering hopefully. You sigh and shake your head sideways.

"Can't - Jason's taking me out on a date, but... rain check for maybe next Friday?" you question, peeking up from your lashes.

"Sure, next Friday." the bitter smile and forced ambivalence to his tone is painful, but it's a dull ache he's made peace with at this point. "If anything changes, you know where to find me." Eddie jokes, cocking his head to the side.

And unexpectedly, things do change.

In the blink of an eye, it seems.

Eddie's mid-way through the rented copy of Evil Dead, hands stuck in a greasy bowl of popcorn as he lies chest down on the sofa, blue light from the television illuminating his tired face, until someone bangs against his trailer door furiously.

Jumping up at the sudden loud noise, he pauses the VHS tape, abandoning his bowl of popcorn on the couch before throwing open the door.

It's you, mascara running down your cheeks, arms crossed over your chest, clutching at your skin so harshly that the baby blue dress you're wearing bunches at your waist.

"I broke up with him." is the first thing you say, voice shaky, body still trembling. "He said some, fuck, awful things, Eds. Really awful things. I had no choice and I know it was the right thing to do but-"

Your voice breaks as another wave of tears overwhelms you.

"But then why does it still hurt?"

Eddie's quick to shush you and envelope you into his arms, not caring that your makeup is probably smudging against his shirt, his hands coming up to comfortingly cradle your head against his chest. Your body trembles with every sob that escapes your lips and Eddie presses a soft kiss to your hairline, wishing nothing more than to take your pain away from you.

His mind is whirring with a million different things to say to you, but your comfort is on the forefront of his mind above all.

"Hey... have you ever been to the park by Saint Street? You know, the one with the playground." he quietly suggests, pulling away slightly.

You look up at him, confused, wiping your eyes.

"I don't think so, why?"

Picking up the jean jacket thrown over his kitchen counter, he digs out his car keys from the side pocket and extends his left hand out for you to grab.

"Because. We should go. It's impossible to be sad at a playground."

It's a stupid thing to say, childish even, but it does the job of putting a smile back onto your face, your cold hands grasping his warm ones. It's a quick drive - no less than 15 minutes - but he can't help but look over at you at every intersection and red light, making sure that you're okay.

He jumps out first to open the car door for you before helping you climb over the metal fence - "no one comes by, I swear" he assures you - shaky feet meeting dead leaves and dirt, he's quick to tug you towards the swing set.

He refuses to let you talk - "play first, until you stop crying" - and he insists on pushing you on the swing as high as he can. He chases you down the slides then races you to the top of the jungle gym, drunk off of your bubbly laughter and the way your eyes twinkle in the moonlight.

Neither of you know how much time has passed before you two sit across from each other on the seesaw, ribs hurting from the lack of oxygen. You can faintly make out Eddie's features in the dark - moonlight illuminating his curls, amused grin on his handsome face (the same face you've been unable to stop thinking about for the past few months).

"So what'd Jason say?" Eddie asks, leaning forward. "But only if you wanna talk about it, of course." he clarifies.

You let out a slow exhale, nodding tiredly.

"No, no, you... you deserve to know. Jason was on edge at the restuarant - I didn't think much of it, he's always a bit on edge - but he just went crazy today. Like, the moment the waiter left he started screaming at me, accusing me of cheating on him."

"Cheating on him?" Eddie strains his neck with the speed with which he picks his head up to stare at you, wide mouthed. "You? You would never!"

You scoff at that, thumbs anxiously twiddling on your lap.

"I know. That's what I tried to tell him but he wouldn't hear it. Just kept on going and on about how I was clearly in love with-" you stop yourself then, the gravity of the situation falling into place like dominoes.

You just broke up with your boyfriend of nearly a year. You came to Eddie crying, showing up at his doorstep in a heartbeat. Now you two are staring at each other in the park, leaned over opposite sides of a fucking seesaw, pouring each other's feelings out into the chilly winter air.

"With who?" he furrows his eyebrows and you almost want to laugh at how oblivious he is. You suppose maybe you've been hiding it well - well enough for Eddie to not notice how your touch has always lingered a bit too long on his skin, how your head so easily found home in the crook of his neck, how you began to prioritize meeting up with him over your fellow cheerleaders.

But not well enough for Jason, eagle eyed and jealous, constantly hovering over your interactions with Eddie and deluding himself with the gossip around school that you'd gone further than that.

"You."

It's whispered, heart falling to the bottom of your stomach at the confession now lingering in the open, cold and heavy.

"M-me?" Eddie stutters, clearly taken back. You lick your lips, chapped and dry, your shaky breaths coming out in small whisps of white smoke.

"Yeah. Jason insisted that it was clear that I was cheating on him with you and that we were spending way too much time to be just friends, and he... he called me a lying slut. Straight up. Screamed that I was whore to my face, demanded to know how many times we fucked behind his back."

"W-we never even kissed!"

"Yeah, I know." you chuckle sadly, shaking your head sideways, blinking away new tears which spring to your eyes. "But Jason didn't believe me. I dumped him, left him with the check and... I don't know, didn't feel like going home to an empty house. And I just... all I could think about was how much I wanted to see you."

Eddie doesn't know what to say to that. So he takes the safe route, nodding sympathetically and flashing you a small grin.

"Well, I'm glad that you did. I hope me dragging you to the playground wasn't the wrong thing to do." he teases, attempting to lighten the heavy mood. It works, soft grin tugging at your face.

"Yeah it definitely wasn't. Coming here was perfect."

The night breeze blows against your bare shoulders and it hits you that you really aren't dressed for the outside. Even if winter is only beginning to slowly roll in, it's still chilly enough to see your breath in front of your eyes in puffs of smoke and you've been sitting still on this seesaw for a while. So Eddie steps off to shrug off his jacket, musky earth tones warming your senses as he places it carefully around your shoulders.

"Thanks." you mutter, fingers grasping the lapels of the fabric.

"Don't mention it." he responds, waving you off.

A few beats of silence pass and then you throw your head back, staring up at the night sky full of stars.

"You know, weirdly though, I'm kind of relieved."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Deep down, I knew it wouldn't last. Too many red flags, you know? I just keep on ignoring them because... I don't know, really. Don't like change."

"I get that."

"God, feelings suck." you chuckle, shaking your head sideways. "Don't they? Pining, infatuation, love."

Eddie hums, nodding along.

"I'm there with you. For example-" he pauses. He's staring the storm right in the eye now, he has to made a decision.

He's tired of running, he decides.

"The girl I've been fawning over for almost a year now has been totally blind to my love for her and I'm exhausted." he makes it a point to stare straight at you with an unwavering intensity. "But she's worth it."

It's a shot in the dark but there's a surge of courage and adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the dark makes him more bold. He blames it on the wind rush, the night high, how beautiful you look in that velvet blue dress.

"She sounds like a very lucky girl." you choke out, mind blanking unexpectedly. Eddie nods and walks up towards you slowly, your throat running dry under the intensity of his stare.

"Yeah, and she's incredible, too. Head cheerleader. Great English Literature tutor. So funny, so kind, so damn beautiful, especially in blue. Great with kids, loved by my uncle, and I just heard-" his left hand comes over to brush up against your cheek. "That she's single. Funny how things work out like this, huh?"

You nod wordlessly, entranced by his warm brown eyes.

"It is."

You stand up cautiously, never once breaking eye contact with him, leaning in closer and closer. Eddie's expecting you to pull away from him in any instant, disgust springing onto your face or apologies falling from your lips, but you remain still. Your lashes fluttering shut is the last sign he needs before he commits to closing the gap and kissing you squarely on your lips, knocking the cold air out from your lungs.

It's a cold night but his skin's on fire, left hand springing up to cup your chin, other hand supporting your neck as he tugs you in even closer. You taste like cherry chapstick and smell like French perfume, velvet fabric brushing up against his arms as he backs you up against a park bench.

It's a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, but he can't give a fuck. Not when his heart is soaring, fingertips electric, mind hazy at the realization that he is finally kissing his dream girl after a whole year of pining.

"Holy shit." you manage to say when you two pull apart, hair slightly messied and lips wet and plump.

"I hope that's a good holy shit, princess." Eddie teases, the nickname causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies.

"It's a good holy shit. A really good holy shit." you confirm, nodding fiercely. You both laugh at that, warmth blossoming across both your chests.

"W-why didn't you ever say anything?" you stutter out, head still reeling from the passionate kiss.

"I wanted to. God, I wanted to so many times. I knew I was falling for you from the beginning, all these little indicators and signs and the intrusive thoughts. But I kept on ignoring them and by the time I realized I loved you, I knew you were with Jason and you two seemed happy. And I didn't want to be selfish and intrude on your happiness like that."

He tugs you down onto his lap, sitting both your bodies down on the metal bench. Your hands come up to carress his cold cheeks, trembling thumbs rubbing up and down his jawline, eyes admiring the freckles on his nose and the specks of moonlight in his hair.

"Well, no need to ignore those warnings anymore, huh?" you say quietly, voice heavy with adoration.

He just nods, head falling forwards to rest on your chest, hearing your soft heartbeat through velvet fabric.

"Absolutely."

Eddie ignored the tornado warnings.

But in the wreckage, you two found each other, hands desperately grasping each other's in the darkness.

Burrowing his head into the crevice of your neck, he's content to stay with you in the aftermath of the disaster, so long as you continue to grip onto him like this.

a/n: this was based on the song with the same title by Sabrina Carpenter! Please go stream and support her new album, 'emails I can't send', it is fantastic and there are so many other bangers on the album.

Speaking of which, the way that the metaphor of the tornado is used in the song is kinda different from how I used it here but idk, I thought it was a cute concept and the song motivated me to write it haha. Not sure how this fic will be received but I loved writing it :)

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thefiery-phoenix · 10 months

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PLATONIC YANDERE POTTER FAMILY X READER X WEASLEY FAMILY

In this AU, Harry's parents are well alive

You'd most probably meet the Potter family first before meeting the Weasley family and I have a feeling that they'd be friends with each other. You'd meet the Potter family on the day Harry was going to Hogwarts, James did have quite a legacy at Hogwarts for being one of the best Quidditch seekers the Gryffindor Quidditch team ever had. Harry was looking forward to follow in his footsteps and the two of you met at the Kings' Cross Station. Your parents couldn't come with you to drop you off because they had an important business meeting with some client in Switzerland and they left you with your aunt who only dropped you off at the station and took off almost immediately, leaving you all by yourself surrounded with complete strangers. You've never been to Kings' Cross Station before and you had no idea where in the name of Merlin was platform 9 3/4. You've asked the Station master nearby and he thought you were just messing with him and pranking him which was why he just shooed you away

You were at a loss, you didn't know what to do and whom to contact, it wasn't like you were given an official guide as to where the platform was. You started panicking, thinking that the Hogwarts Express would be leaving without you any minute and you'd miss your wonderful chance to go to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but blink back a few tears of frustration as you felt that the situation was spinning out of control. You sighed and sat down on a bench for a moment to think about what to do next. You spotted a family of 3, a young boy of your age wearing glasses with a scar on his head, along with his parents, a man who resembled the boy's appearance, his father perhaps and his mother with hair as Red as the autumn leaves were accompanying their son with his trolley. "Blimey Harry, can't believe you're going to Hogwarts. Time does fly by fast" said James dramatically as he wiped his fake tears away

His wife, Lily glared at him and whispered "Shh... what if someone hears?" "It'll be all right, muggles don't know a damn thing about platform 9 and 3 quarters and Hogwarts and all that" he waved airily as they walked past you. An idea suddenly formed and took shape in your head as you followed them and when you finally caught up to them, you spoke "Umm... hi there, good morning. I was wondering if you could please direct me to where platform 9 and 3 quarters is...I know it exists, I just can't find it..." you finished with a forlorn look on your face as they stared at you in amazement for a moment and they had a silent discussion with each other through their eyes. You were indeed, one of them. "Don't worry dear, we'll help you. Where are your parents though?" enquired Lily as you replied "They're in Switzerland at the moment" "Oh...who came to drop you off then?" asked James as you answered "My aunt. She had some work to do back at her law firm. She's a lawyer so... it's just me by myself" you laughed slightly as they felt sad. Even though they just met you, Harry could already sense you were a bit upset and sad about something, the way your eyes had that wistful and wishful lost look in them, James and Lily didn't think too kindly about your aunt and your parents either at the moment

Attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and boarding the Hogwarts Express for the very first time was a magical once in a lifetime experience which would be memorable in one's life. How could your so called family just abandon you like that without even taking the time off from their work to even see you off properly? And did your family not care about your safety at all? What about all the dangerous and unknown strangers lurking around? The society and world these days isn't really that safe you know especially for sweet little things such as yourself. They decided to accompany you and show you the ropes as you tagged along with them and felt grateful that you'd finally catch your train in time

You noticed Harry's scar and when you asked him how he got it, he just had a sheepish smile on his face and replied "I was trying to catch a snitch at the Diagon Alley on my broom and I accidentally crash landed at Borgin and Burkes near Knockturn alley. The owner wasn't really that pleased with me when I smashed some of his stuff but the incident did kind of catch on with the other witches and wizards from the magical world. Some thought it was amusing and they think I'll follow in my dad's footsteps to become a great seeker like him" "What's a seeker?" you asked him with a confused and bewildered expression on your face. He stared at you for a moment and then it dawned upon him that you could have spent your life living with muggles and you probably had no idea what he was talking about. However no matter, he'd show you and teach you everything

You guys reached the platform just in time and you thanked them for their help as Lily hugged you and smiled "Enjoy yourself dear. Stay safe and have fun but don't get into any trouble" your heart warmed at her words, it was the sort of advice a mother would give to her child before sending them off into the real world all by themselves. You nodded as you boarded the train with Harry, saying your farewell and goodbyes to the Potter family. James and Lily couldn't get you off their minds for some reason, they were concerned with your safety and wondered if you were being treated well at home. Perhaps they'd better write to Harry after he reached Hogwarts to check up on you and update them about you. Just to be safe

You were talking with Harry and your conversation was interrupted when a ginger haired boy around your age dressed in black robes, with freckles on his face peeked in and spoke "Excuse me, do you mind? Everyone else's is full..." "Not at all" replied Harry as he motioned for the guy to take a seat in front of him. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley" he introduced himself as Harry introduced himself and you introduced yourself as well. The three of you were engaged in discussions when the sliding door opened again and this time, a girl with brown hair asked if any of you had seen a toad, a boy named Neville had lost one. The three of you said you hadn't spotted a toad and when she saw the wand in Ron's hand, she spoke "Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see it then" with an interested look on her face. Ron glanced at the two of you nervously but composed himself as he straightened his posture and uttered a spell which you were pretty sure wasn't even real because instead of turning his pet rat Scabbers yellow, he just made it frightened and it started scampering around everywhere till he finally managed to calm it down

The girl introduced herself as Hermione Granger and she disappeared after she told you three to change into your robes. You finally reached Hogwarts after a few hours and you were speechless by the magnificence and splendor before you. It looked exactly like the sort of castles in your bedtime stories your mother used to read for you when you were little, before she wasn't too preoccupied with her work and had time for you. You went along with the other first years led by a giant of a man named Hagrid who you thought was quite nice and friendly. Then the head of the Gryffindor house, Minerva McGonagall who was also the Transfiguration professor gave you all some background information about the houses

"Slytherin is filled with dark wizards and witches. And crackpots too" whispered Ron to you and you felt nervous, you didn't want to get sorted into Slytherin and lose your new friends. Professor McGonagall then asked you all to wait for a few moments as she needed to get some things ready for the sorting ceremony and as soon as she left, a blonde haired guy spoke "So it's true then, the sayings on the train... Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" as everyone looked at him in surprise and muttered among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy" as he introduced himself and Ron snickered in a not so subtle manner. Of course Draco heard it and wasn't really pleased with his reaction as he sneered at him. " You think my name's funny do you? There's no need to ask yours... red hair, a hand me down robe... you must be a Wealsey..." as he turned back to Harry and spoke "You'll have to know by now that there are some Wizarding families that are better than the others Potter. You're a part of the Sacred 28 after all,you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort..." and glared at Ron again

You barely knew Malfoy for 5 minutes when you intervened "I'm sorry, what exactly makes a family a part of the Sacred 28? And Harry can make his decisions for himself. Of course, if you were a part of a Sacred family, your values and morals would be decent as well. Else you wouldn't be insulting people right off the bat as soon as you meet them". Some of the first years around you 'ooohed' when you said that as Malfoy's face grew hot and red with anger as he snarled "Stay out of this. No one asked you for your opinion" and you just rolled your eyes in response. Harry and Ron stared in amazement at your courage as Hermione was observing the scene from a distance away. It was your first day at Hogwarts and you were already getting ready to fight? She looked on rather disapprovingly but part of her admired your courage and loyalty for your friends by standing up for them. Which was why she also gripped her wand in her pockets just in case she could pull it out if the situation got out of hand. She didn't want anything happening to you for some reason

It was time for the sorting at long last, the moment you've been waiting for and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sorted into the Gryffindor house whereas Malfoy was sorted into the Slytherin house. The sorting hat was placed on top of your head and it muttered "Hmm.... interesting. Very very interesting...." as you nervously looked up at it and asked "What is?" "In all my years of sorting students into houses, you're truly something. You have bravery, courage and loyalty, fit to be a Gryffindor and yet, that cheek, determination and lots and lots of ambition to make you a Slytherin. Plenty of brains, the curiosity and hunger for knowledge is in there as well, you'd do well in Ravenclaw. You're also kind hearted and have the good old nature that Helga Hufflepuff was talking about...hmm... where to put you?" it asked you

It was quite an interesting predicament because never before did anyone see the sorting hat have trouble sorting someone into a house. Everyone looked at you with bated breath as you could feel everyone's eyes on you which made you a bit conscious of yourself but you tried your best to ignore the feeling. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was watching you quite closely as professor Snape, the Potions professor seemed interested as well. After a few moments of deliberation, the sorting hat finally sorted you into Gryffindor which you felt relieved about. Harry, Ron and Hermione felt immensely glad that you were in the same house along with them. You felt an exhilarating feeling course through your body when everyone clapped for you as you joined the Gryffindor table. You were introduced to the Wealsey siblings present there, Percy Wealsey, the third oldest who was the Gryffindor prefect, Fred and George the twins who were overly fond of pranking people and you made a mental note to not get on their bad side. The last thing you needed was to wake up with horns on your head or something or a tail for that matter

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you became fast friends pretty quick but you refused to talk with them when they didn't include you in the quest for the Philosopher's stone. It broke their hearts but it was for your own good,you couldn't be put in danger like that. They cared for you too much and it drove them crazy when you ignored them or just glared at them angrily and stormed off. You finally softened a bit towards them when they said that they didn't want to put you in danger and they just wanted you to be safe. You started hanging out with them again as usual and they were elated, the days you refused to even spare them a second glance was utter torture for them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were like your three overprotective shadows, always around you no matter what. They've appointed themselves as your official caretakers and grew possessive and obsessive of you really quick

Harry wrote to his parents about you regularly as Ron did to his parents as well. During Christmas your parents forgot to send you your Christmas presents and you felt heartbroken. Harry, Ron and Hermione were mad as hell so they pitched in and got you some treats from the Great Hall and a few Christmas goodies of your own like a journal from Hermione, a cute quill set from Ron and from Harry, a book he thought you might be interested to read along with an encouraging note from all three of them. Of course they've mentioned to their parents that you haven't received any gifts for Christmas and you've received dozens of parcels from the Potter family and the Wealsey family, even though you hardly knew them. But they knew everything about you, more than you could know about yourself. You've received puddings, Tarts, cakes, pastries, sweaters, a maroon jumper with a W stitched on it and a snowglobe with a cute tiny snowman inside it. You felt grateful for their presents and sad at the same time for your own parents and family forgetting about you just like that

You were even more crushed when your parents said that they needed to go to France for a work conference and your aunt would be preoccupied with a huge case in the muggle world which meant you couldn't go back home. You were pretty devastated when you were invited by Ron to spend time with his family as Harry stated that his parents would join them at the Weasley's house for a couple of days. You agreed and upon reaching the Wealsey house, you could feel the warmth and homely feeling the atmosphere radiated. It certainly did give off homely vibes. You wished your family was also like this. You were introduced to Molly, who hugged you and spoke "So you're the famous Y/N my Ronald keeps talking about all the time... it's so nice to finally meet you dear" as Ron heatedly yelled out "MUM!" as Fred and George snickered in the background, whispering about how Ron was a simp for you as he told them to shut up

You were even introduced to Arthur Weasley, the father of Ron and the other Wealsey siblings who worked at the Ministry of magic, Bill Weasley who worked as a curse breaker at Gringotts the Wizarding bank in Egypt, Charlie Wealsey who worked with dragons in Romania which you found extremely fascinating. There was also young Ginny Weasley, who'd be starting Hogwarts next year. She was shy at first but she really opened up to you and she had fun being around you. The Weasley family loved and enjoyed your presence, it felt like you were part of their family already

Percy could see you becoming a head boy/ girl or prefect and he wanted to become your guide but Fred and George kept stealing you away to their room to show you their latest inventions. They loved it when your eyes sparkle and light up in curiosity, they feel proud when you take in interest in their inventions as do the other Wealseys when you enquired about their hobbies and pastimes. Molly wouldn't even let you step out of the house when it was time for De- gnoming the garden, she didn't want you getting injured and everyone agreed that it would be best for you if you'd stayed in while they'd take care of the business

A few days later James and Lily showed up at the Burrow and greeted you warmly as all of you sat down together and discussed various things over some nice hot steaming bowls of soup and a scrumptious feast laid out by Molly and Lily. When you were asked about your love life by Ginny, you literally choked on your soup as Molly patted you on the back and James handed you a glass of water. "Ginevra, that isn't a question for the dinner table" said Molly with a death stare as everyone present there became very interested in what you had to say. "Believe it or not, some guy from our Potions class, Troy Mullers asked me out for Valentine's day" "What did you say?" asked Hermione as everyone felt that sudden protective urge to make sure you were safe by all means necessary, even if it meant getting that Troy schmuck out of the way. They won't stand for someone to romantically court you, you were too kind and innocent to have your heart and feelings being taken for a ride by some random immature guy you barely even knew

"I... I rejected him. He wasn't happy about it and he called me all sorts of mean names but... it's not something I'm not used to" you shrugged it off as they all felt anger course through their veins. Who dared to make you sad and upset by calling you mean names and hurt your feelings? In fact Charlie was ready to send a Hungarian Horntail after them and Fred and George would send them Howlers after Holwers and packages with explosive Dungbombs from Zonkos, the Wizarding joke shop that go off as soon as you open the parcel. They were seething and they all came to a single conclusion, you had to be taken under their care for your own good. And judging by the way your so called family was treating you, you wouldn't want to be spend more time with them anymore which was a huge favor for them. Besides, what good is a family if they can't take care of you? Don't worry dear, they'll look after you and care for you like their very own. You've become a part of their families now whether you wanted to or not and it's like they say, family ALWAYS comes first...

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Did You Hear That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)

summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).

word count: 1k

A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.

read part 2 here.

His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.

“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”

Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.

“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.

“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.

“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.

“H-hello?” you managed.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.

“Mhm–”

“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”

“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.

“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.

“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”

“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.

“No.”

“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”

“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.

“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”

“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.

“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.

“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.

“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.

“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.

“Can I– Please–”

“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.

“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.”

And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.

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inkonapage · 1 year

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All Wrapped Up (Doctor Octopus/AFAB!Reader) Ch.1

Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.

~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~

Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.

I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.

Next chapter will contain NSFW content.

Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan

Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.

Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.

"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.

Right. Best not make them wait...

Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?

That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.

Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"

"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.

Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.

"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.

"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.

Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.

That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-

Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.

Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-

"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.

Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.

"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"

Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?

The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.

Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.

Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?

Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.

The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.

"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.

"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.

Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.

On your knees, at his feet.

#reader insert #x reader #inkonapage #otto octavius #doc ock #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #alfred molina #doc ock x reader #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavious x reader #marvel #spiderman #afab reader #afab #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns

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charmsponies · 7 months

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Chuck e cheese pony and I went to the fnaf movie! I have a lot of thoughts (fnaf autism you see.) so look below the cut for spoilers

(I am just copy pasting my thoughts from discord so they might be messy. also sorry if im incoherent. i have a different interpretation about fnaf games than most other fans, but thats mostly irrelevant since the movie is a different universe than the games)

it was good! i enjoyed it for what it was! nothing is even sticking out to me as “negative story elements” other than stuff that was like. “oh no people better not interpret this stupid in relation to the games” like vanessas relation to william or the fact that mike is carrying around a book that says “Dream Theory” on it (this has an explanation in the movie tho, its not related tot he stupid ass “everything is a dream” theory. its because mike witnessed his little brother getting kidnapped (by william) when he was young, and the dream theory is that “everything youve ever seen is stored deep in your memories, dreams can be a way to unlock those memories” and hes trying to remember the face of the kidnapper, he needs closure and to figure out what happened i enjoyed the storys focus on mike and his little sister (theres a plot about how like. mikes aunt who is “mean and smells like cigarette smoke” is trying to take abby away because money reasons, neither mike nor abby want this, its a custody battle) and theres themes about like. mike needing to accept the past (what happened to his brother was horrible but he cant do anything to change that now, and he needs to protect his sister Right Now because she represents like. whats most important to him and his future Now.) i enjoyed that i also like that the animatronics arent just fucking evil! they kill people but only like. bad people who broke in and vandalized. they tried to hurt mike and also they tried to kill abby, but its explained that springtrap is manipulating them to do that. the kids dont wanna hurt anyone but hes tricking them into doing it. and i enjoy how at the end, to beat william abby has to make the animatronics remember how bad he is and that hes the one they should really be hurting lol theres a scene where the animatronics build a giant blanket fort with abby

i liked vanessa. shes not a murderer or anything, more similar to the nightguard vanessa (though obviously a movie au version). she was williams daughter but she hates him. at the end of the movie he stabs her and she has to be hospitalized because she was trying to save mike and abby from dying :( that “animatronic” with open face plates right? dont worry its not an actual aniamtronic. its like. a killing machine william made. so it has an in universe explaination. its just a freddy mask with spinning blades in it lol um also fetch (i'm not sure if it was actually fetch because it looked a little different)had a cameo and i lost it. also bella. the little doll henry made. except in this she was big enough to be like. a small animatronic (like the size of a real child), she had spring locks in her. balloon boy had 3 jumpscares (including one after the credits scene. it was funny) i liked all the references. there would be small references that were like. nods to the fans the only one that made me go “NOOOOOO” was. theres a scene in a diner. and the guy who takes their order was MATPAT and it took me like 20 seconds to notice and he said “well thats just a theory” and then he left. i hate mat pat but i have to admit thats funny for them to do there were like 3 swear words. ass, asshole, shit

also while it was a little annoying. it was funny that i was in a theater of over 100 people because everyone yelled at the same time like “NOOOO” when a character hides in a ballpit. or laughing at the same time. theres a part where a girl is putting her head near freddys mouth and she gets killed and everyone shouted “WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?” or everyone going “AWWWWWWW” When its revealed the animatronics are friendly and that theyre gonna build a blanket fort together. idk it was fun. everyone screamed at tlt fnaf song

the animatronics were cool looking! i enjoyed them :) the eyebrows and eyelids made them very expressive!

their eyes have lights in them to make them glow. they look soft…. i enjoy how their facial features move? like theres a scene where like. freddy looks so mad like hes gonna kill mike. and then abby is like “freddy this is my brother mike hes a fried! :D” and then the way they have the animatronics face move naturally to make it look like a fond friendly smile? very cute and i liked it

there was a digimon advertisement before hand and i lost my mind because i have a digimon special interest

i have more thoughts but those were my main ones :3

#my little pony #mlp #generation 1 #g1 #gen 1 #toys #baby chuck e cheese pony #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #my photos #my ponies

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Birthday Visits and confessions - Harry Hook x Reader - oneshot

Modern au(ish), this is inspired by a stupid dream I keep having about Thomas Doherty, this is fully self-indulgent.

(p/n)- Parent name

(M/D)- Mom/Dad

clothing style/vibe (left; Harry, right; you)

You grumbled as you woke up to the sun in your eyes. You turned over and tapped your phone until the annoying alarm clock that had been repeating for minutes now turned off. You lay there for a few minutes before your eyes shot open, sitting up with a large grin on your face as you bolted awake “it’s my birthday!”

Your sixteenth birthday to be exact, one you had been waiting for a long time; the big sixteen! You lept out of bed and practically ran into the kitchen, grinning as you saw your parent(s) making breakfast “morning hon” (p/n) said with a grin “happy birthday” they set a plate of your favorite birthday breakfast on the table and you hummed, rubbing your hands together as you made yourself a cup of chocolate milk and sat down “thank you~!”

(p/n) sat down across from you, smiling as you happily ate your breakfast “By the way,” you looked up, tilting your head as they hid a smile behind their palm “After you finish, there’s something for you out front, eat first though; -oh my god it won’t disappear if you take your time (y/n)” (p/n) laughed as you suddenly started to rush eat, wanting to see what your gift was “shush-“ you said with a mouthful of food, shoveling the last bite into your mouth and gulping down your chocolate milk. You bolted up from your chair and raced to the front door. Was it a car? A pet? A surprise party?

It was better than all of those options.

As you swung open the front door, your breath stopped as you locked eyes with the ocean blue ones you had missed for so long “Harry?” you whispered, your hand covering your mouth in shock as he grinned back at you, a large suitcase resting next to him as he laughed “Ello darlin’” Harry purred, holding out his arms as you broke free of your stupor and bolted towards him, leaping into his arms and laughing as he spun around to keep his balance “Harry! Oh my gods you’re here! you’re actually here!” you practically screamed, (p/n) watching happily from the front door as Harry hugged you tightly.

“When did you get here?!” you asked, bouncing in place as you pulled away, intertwining your hands with Harry’s warm and calloused ones. Harry lived in Scotland Edinburgh, nearly a continent away from your home in the united states; and it had been months since you had last seen him. You talked nearly every day on your phones but; you hadn't seen him in person since his 16th birthday when he flew out to spend it with you.

“Few hours ago,” Harry said quietly as if he only wanted you to hear his words “Just got ‘ere though, traffic was rough” Harry laughed, biting his lip as you rolled your eyes with a smile “Yeah yeah, have you had breakfast yet?” Harry shook his head and you dragged him inside, Harry reaching back to grab his suitcase as you did so “Well, come on! (M/D) made some bomb food!”

Harry eagerly followed you inside, never once letting go of your hand.

Hours later you were walking around a small amusement park that was near your home, holding hands with Harry as he stared at the surrounding area in awe. “So, what next?” you asked, looking at him as he shrugged, sipping at his soda. “it’s yer birthday darlin’,” Harry said with a grin "ye pick” you rolled your eyes, stomping your foot slightly in loving annoyance “Fuck you” you chuckled, releasing Harry’s hand and spinning in a circle, before your eyes landed on the pendulum swing. Perfect, time for some amazing Harry screams. “Come on!” you grabbed his hand again, dragging him towards the swing as he slowly realized what you were doing.

“Oh hell no, any ride but tha’ one!” Harry screeched, he was terrified of heights, and most of the rides you had gone on so far were close to the ground. “oh come on, you said I could pick! And it's not that bad! It's like a big swing, you don’t even feel it turning, I promise!” you pleaded, getting in the mid-sized line and watching as another set of riders climbed onto the ride, bouncing in place as Harry looked very skittish, not enjoying how the floor dropped and the ride started the swing “I. am. not’. goin’ on tha’” Harry whimpered, trying to pull away; stopping as you turned to him with puppy eyes.

“Oh please, for me? Just this one? All the others you don’t want to go on I’ll go by myself? Please?” you said in a wispy tone, leaning into his face and planting your hands on his chest “I’ll hold your hand too, does that make it better?” Harry glanced between the screaming riders and you, then he sighed, letting his head fall back “I better not throw up” you grinned at his words, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you~!!!” Harry felt his face grow warm at your affection and he hugged back, squishing his cheek into the top of your head, his stomach turning over as he watched the swing go practically vertical. “Happy birthday (y/n)” Harry grumbled, smiling as you leaned back and kissed his cheek, his eyes widening and he felt his brain short circuit.

“Thank you so much Harry” you giggled back, turning and pulling him along the line as the next set of riders were ushered on by the ride operator. Harry stared at you, stumbling along behind you as the operator counted the two of you and gestured for you to get on. You grabbed Harry’s soda, backpack, and beanie before setting them aside, along with your bag and hat before joining Harry on the ride, sitting on the outside so Harry felt less exposed “You’ll be fine Harry, they check this thing every day, I promise” you whispered, holding out your hand and laughing as he held it tightly.

You laughed wildly as Harry screamed his head off as the ride went off, his hair flying everywhere in the wind. He practically ran off the platform as you and the other riders laughed, the others thanking him for the enjoyable experience (it’s always fun to have someone just screaming their head off in fear) Harry pouted, hiding his face into your neck as you patted his shoulder “Come on, you can pick next; or do you want to take a break?”

Harry just pointed over to a bench and you nodded, leading him over to it and letting him plop down as you grabbed a water bottle for him. “Drink up, don’t chug” Harry sipped at the water as you looked around, seeing a few games the two of you could play while Harry mentally recovered from the swing. “Wanna play some games?”

Harry jumped to his feet, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the aforementioned games, smiling as he bee-lined for the dart balloon one. “Fuck, these ones are always rigged’ you joked, Harry was insane at darts, and you knew he was going to kill it at the game. He chuckled, paying for a set of darts and the attendant stepped out of the range, whistling as Harry sinked a dart into a balloon on the first throw “Damn dude” the attendant muttered.

Harry gave his usual sharp grin and nailed the rest of his darts into each balloon. “Fuck yeah! What’do I get?” Harry cheered, rubbing his hands together as the attendant pointed up to the gigantic plushies that were hanging above him “Any of these my man” Harry immediately picked out the giant shark, giggling happily as you led him away, going over to a fastball type game you knew you would excel at.

Which you did, winning a large plush of (fav animal) for yourself. “I forget yeh got an arm” Harry chuckled, adjusting his new shark in his arms and looking around for more games. You grinned, leaning against his arm and squishing your cheek against his denim jacket. “How dare you~” you teased, squeezing his hand as you looked around for another ride or more games “What’s next?”

Harry pointed over at the spinning cups, giving you a demonic laugh as you groaned “You’re gonna try to make me puke ain't you?” He just nodded, you rolled your eyes and got in line; then a few minutes later you placed your new giant plushies in a corner that was separated from the main track as you entered the ride, bouncing your leg as you and Harry got into a cup. “jus’ don’t look away from the middle (y/n)” Harry teased, already gripping onto the middle wheel that controlled the spin mechanic.

The ride operator told everyone to keep their hands, arms, and feet within the cups and the ride started, Harry already pulling hard at the wheel. “Harry!” you squealed, already feeling yourself fall back into the seat, your feet planted between his as the cup started moving at rapid speed. Harry cackled, releasing the wheel when he got tired and letting himself fall back into the seat “WHOO!” Harry screamed out, holding his hands up as you gripped the seat. “fuck you!” you yelled out, reaching out and grabbing the wheel, using pure adrenaline and physics to spin the cup even faster.

“Ahhh!” Harry let out a screech, laughing as he tipped over slightly. You realized the wheel after a minute, feeling yourself slide into Harry as the cup spun wildly. Harry’s arms wrapped around you and he curled into your neck “IMMA PUKE” “don’t you fuckin’ dare!” you screamed back at him, pushing his face away as he started to fake gag “Harrison James Doherty! If you throw up on me I swear im never going to visit you in Scotland ever!” Harry just laughed, knowing it was an empty threat. Finally, the ride slowed and you both tumbled out as it came to a full stop, giggling as you leaned against each other “you’re an asshat” you pushed Harry at his shoulder, sticking your tongue out as he continued to giggle.

“Where to next?” you asked as you picked up your plushies and walked along the concrete path. “I think im amusement parked out,” Harry said, patting the back of his head “getting’ a headache.” you nodded, checking your phone. It was nearly 8 pm now and you had been here since 1 pm. So a good seven hours “Yeah-lets head out” you muttered, pocketing your phone and intertwining your fingers with Harry’s, laughing as he started to swing them between your bodies.

“I don’ want tha’ night ta’ end yet thou’gh” Harry muttered as you made it to the parking lot, where your (p/n) would be coming to collect you in a moment due to your house being so close to the amusement park. You hummed, tapping your chin with your thumb in thought as you paused on sending your parent the message to come get you. “well” you turned, pointing through the amusement park “Beach is right there, and it doesn’t close till eleven?” Harry smiled, tugging you around the path towards the parking lot, and then stopped.

“I dunno’ how ta’ get to tha’ beach,” Harry said sheepishly, flushing lightly as you laughed and tugged him along to the beach. As soon as you hit the sand Harry let go of your hand and took of his shoes and socks, smiling as you followed his lead and the two of you ran towards the shore. You set your stuff at the top of the hill that cut off the rest of the beach from the waterline and rolled up your pants, wading into the water as Harry took a deep breath “one day” he said with a dreamy look “one day imma sail this, the world, on me own ship.”

“I hope I’m a part of that dream” you teased, knowing you already were, Harry had said multiple times you, Uma, and Gil were going to explore the world with him even if you didn’t want to. Harry turned to you with a soft smile, something in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. “Always,” Harry said softly, watching you as you pressed your lips together at his words, not expecting them to be so….sweet?

“Sappy fuck” you chuckled, leaning down and scooping your hands into the cool water, digging out a handful of sand and then washing it away “yooo~” Harry peeked into your hands and grinned, picking out a full mini conch shell from your palm “Uma would love that” you sang, dropping the rest of the sand and washing your hands in the seawater.

You held out your hand and Harry placed the delicate shell into your palm “Imma give it to her when she comes back” Uma lived in Denmark, well her mother did, and Uma went there every summer; which was right now, so Uma was out of state. “she’ll love it” Harry chuckled, wading out further into the calm waters and doing the same as you did moments before, bringing up a huge pile of sand and washing away the debris to reveal some sand crabs, broken and mostly whole shells, and a dead sand dollar “holy shit love look!”

“sand dollar!” you squealed, running back from your stuff after putting Uma’s shell in your back and bounding up to Harry “oh it’s still intact too!” Harry placed the sand dollar into your hand, digging through the small pile in his hands, pouting when he found nothing. “eh, not much” he muttered, dropping the sand crabs into the water and flicking his hands to rid himself of the excess debris.

You both continued to dig through the sand, finding shells, sand crabs, some cool rocks, and not much else. But to you it wasn’t what you found; it was simply spending time with your best friend; oneyoumaybehaddeepfeelingsforbuthedidntneedtoknowthat. Harry soon wiped his hands dry on his hoodie and took out his phone, sucking at his teeth “it’s already almost nine” Harry muttered, looking up at the moon that was rising high above the horizon “wow”

“pretty eh?” you muttered, stepping next to Harry and leaning into his side, intertwining your fingers with his “I always love doing this, feels so…freeing” Harry nodded in agreement, he did the same at his dad's ship/house, just sitting against the rails watching the moon and clouds graze above the sea. He looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the moon reflecting off your eyes. You smiled up at him, and he couldn’t look away. “Harry?” you asked, tilting your head in concern, Harry had stopped breathing and now he was staring at you “you good?”

Harry glanced down at your lips, then back up at your eyes “Harry?” you whispered, leaning back just slightly as Harry tilted his head down. You stared into his eyes, and found the same spark you felt whenever you even thought about him. you stepped closer to him, eyes fluttering as he correctly assumed you had given him consent, and leaned in; his soft lips pressing against yours.

Fireworks exploded in your chest, real fireworks arching behind you from the amusement park's 9 pm weekend firework show. Harry’s hand curled around your jaw, just grazing your neck and pulling you deeper into the kiss, his other hand holding the back of your neck as your hands gripped his arms. He pulled away as he ran out of breath, huffing slightly to calm his senses as he slowly opened his eyes to see you, blushing and starry-eyed. “wow” you whispered, hands trailing up to grab his and curling your fingers around his palms “tha-that was-wow”

“wow indeed” Harry whispered, pulling you even closer, your faces inches apart and bodies pressed together “(y/n)? I-I…” you smiled, knowing what he was trying to say, and leaned up to kiss him again, a quick peck this time “me too, since we were kids” you whispered and Harry babbled for a moment, his cheeks turning a dark red as his hands started to shake.

“I-fuck” he hugged you tight, rocking you back and forth slightly “I love yeh (y/n), ever since yeh punched out tha’ one asshole when we were seven” you laughed, Randy, a punk kid who liked to pick on kids ‘weaker’ than him, not realizing you and Harry packed a wallop behind your pudgy fists. Harry had nearly broken his nose if you hadn’t first. Randy hadn’t bothered you or anyone associated with you ever again.

“that long ago? Damn, like-nine years?” you laughed, leaning back in Harry’s hold, letting your body weight drop into his arms, Harry hummed with a shrug, pulling you back up and pressing his forehead against yours.

“aye, tha’ long” he whispered, kissing your nose as you giggled. “so” Harry started after a few moments of silence, where the two of you just held each other close with a few soft, slightly unsure, kisses in-between “wha’ now?...i mean-fer us?”

“well,” you mumbled, closing your eyes against his exposed skin, laughing as you felt him shiver from the feeling of your eyelashes against his neck “I guess we’re more than friends now eh?”

Harry smiled, pecking the side of your head and squeezing you “aye, more than friends”

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Ye-so context for this one, I just keep having a dream of me being way younger than I am…well older technically, where I meet/met Thomas when I was 14 and my mom (who was a photographer) took me on a photo shoot with her; which was of a family having a vacation in California and they were having a Christmas/winter photo shoot and well; it was Thomas and his family, idk why but in the dream, his sister, Rachel, just-idk latched onto me? Idk younger kids have always liked me for some reason and in this dream me and Thomas were the same age (14) so Rachel was 7.

Anyway, idk how or why but she kept making Thomas talk to me and we hit it off? Then she made Thomas give me his number so either we (her and i) could talk cuz she didn’t have a phone? And then we (Thomas and i) ended up talking more and more until a few months later he asked me to come to Disneyland with him, that’s just a section of this dream; like bro a whole ass wattpad story plays out in my dreams every once in a while it’s insane, later when we’re 16 he flies me out to Scotland for my birthday and dude asks me out/confesses and from there we date?

Then it goes into his actor life n shit then it flows into another Tommy dream I had years ago where I was his gf and went with him to a photo shoot (the one where he wears all those blue suits with the skateboard, yeah I had never SEEN those suits before that dream, so I whole ass had a dream of something I had never seen so idk what THAT was) anyway im fucking so doomed for Thomas/Harry and did a lil self-indulgent thing/spilled my feelings for yall….enjoy?

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#disney descendants #harry hook x reader #GN reader #gender neutral reader #childhood friends to lovers #childhood crushes #first kiss #sea three are very diverse #uma switches between her grandpa and mom #Ursula only gets summer custody #Uma n (y/n) have known eahcother the longest #Harry came in 2nd when he was younger and living with his mom for a bit #and then they all met Gil at summer camp and he just kinda fit right in with them #sea four~

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insect-biped-arachnid · 2 years

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Living a Lie

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling this way.”

“What way?”

They closed their eyes and leaned back, onto the cushy bed of plain white blankets. “Like I’ve got someone tugging on my ankle with an iron grip.” They sighed, then brought up two fists to rub their tired eyes.

Their friend, who sat just below, leaning against the bed frame with an open book in his lap, glanced in the direction of their grippy-sock feet. They couldn’t see it, but his face held a look of confusion.

“But- there’s no one else here. I’m not tugging on you,” the friend assured, all six eyes wandering first in the slightly younger one’s direction, then back to his book.

The kid with apricot hair only scoffed with an unwitnessed eye roll. “Not like- an actual person. I don’t know… like a stegosaur or whatever.” They rolled over onto their stomach so they could peek off the edge of the bed, but ended up just resting the base of their chin atop their friend’s head.

He chuckled with the turn of a page. “You mean a metaphor?” He asked, the tone making it seem like more of a statement than a question.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,”

They paused, taking a moment to think, then continued in more of a whisper: “I am not… myself.” They buried their face inside the jungle that was their best friend’s hair. The next statement was more muffled, like their voice was being caught inside a spider’s web. They said almost unintelligibly, “This isn’t the whole world. I know it’s not.”

“Stop speaking so cryptically. You know I don’t understand your riddles.” Two brought his hand up to swat away the friend who’d made a home on top of him.

“But it’s not a riddle!” They snapped up, just before swinging their legs over the edge of the mattress and planting their feet firmly on the white tile. “It’s real! I am not me,” they explained, having finally grabbed their friend’s attention, “I’m here, but me is somewhere else. Somewhere completely different. And the thing is, I want to be me so bad, but I can’t because I’m here!”

They let out a groan of frustration as they began pacing back and forth around the tiny, white bedroom.

“Y-you lost me.”

“Exactly!”

“Pshh,” went the friend, “You are one strange kid.”

“Hey! You’re a strange kid!”

He shrugged. “I know I am, but you’re the most strange,” he said, pointing a finger at them to emphasize.

“Fine. How about you spin a little web and get tangled in it? Then you’ll know how I feel.” They crossed their arms in a defiant pout, wings relaxing behind them.

The boy on the floor marked the page he’d been on with a little piece of paper, then set the book on the now vacant bed with an extra hand.

“I told you already, only girls can do that. I don’t know the first thing about making webs. I don’t even think I’m allowed to.” He looked down at his two open palms, scanning his eyes over them as if he might find something new he’d never noticed before. “They would have said so if I was, right?” He looked to Eight for reassurance, but all he got was a simple shrug.

“I’m not talking about webs, Locus, I’m talking about real, stegamorphical… emotions. Emotions, that’s the word!” They exclaimed, “But I just want to get rid of them because they make it hard for me to even sleep!”

With a second, even stronger look of confusion, two’s eyes met theirs. He had a doubtful smirk on his face.

“Wow,” he said. “Okay, first of all, for the millionth time, it’s pronounced recluse. Brown recluse, not Locus. Locusts are not a type of spider.”

“I know tha-“

“Second, it’s metaphorically. Stegamorphical isn’t a word.”

“Well maybe it should b-“

“And third, if this is stopping you from sleeping, shouldn’t you be telling this to a doctor?”

Eight grunted in aggravated response. They seemed stumped for a few seconds before telling him, “No. They won’t understand. You know them, they can’t take my word about anything.”

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makahimetenshi · 1 year

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Being Awake - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor fanfic

This is the 4 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

Traumas at the Commonwealth

And this one, Being awake

Since im in a rampage writing with this new ship I want to make some announcements

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Danse really didnt have a problem taking care of Nate, he really didnt do, but it was difficult to manage his nightmares, the man moved a lot, spinned on himself and even tremble, it was hard to watch and uncomfortable to lean on.

Sure he promised to look on him but that didn’t make it easy, Danse sighted with a smile, coments from other soldiers said that he was very chill and quiet sleeping, that makes him wonder if that comes from his synth nature…

The fire next to Nate was a bit far from Danse but the hand that was under his head could feel the warm of the wooden burning slowly…

Sluddenly and out of nothing Nate broke from his sleep and wake up, looking up in the crate box next to the bed to look out for something…fearing that it was an anxiety for drugs Danse speak to call his attention.

-Soldier what are you doing? –Nate freeze at hearing that deep angry voice, he went up out of nothing because body was atching in need of…some med-x or calmex…something to relax…every fucking limb was atching on his nerves and make him feel…hard…tense…uncomfortable…he feeled his entire body like a rock…

-Uh…oh my, what time it is? –At being caught the new paladin started to laught nerveous, looking back at Danse, shit, cant do that again in front of him. Still he was very lost in space and time and started looking around.

-4:35am –said the ex-paladin with a really serious face, not letting this pass on Nate

-Right…-Nate grasped, the cold of the night making his throath get in trouble-I think im gonna make a piss…over…there…

-You sure is just a piss?

-Why why do you say so –what the hell is this he know his body the fact that he drugs doesn’t mean he doesn’t know his own body

-Because when you mix drugs get results you didn’t expect, today you take a dose of psyco and day tripper…seems you need to relax a bit

-Oh yeah? Why do you say so? –Danse was getting on his nerves with that upset dad mode

-Take a look –Nate raised an eyebrow and started touching his body, looking around about what the hell was wrong until…his cheeks went red ashamed and he turned around, being caught off guard like this was…Danse laughted in the bed looking at this reaction.

-Its okay, you will learn the bad way that you need a break from that crap –if having his senses altered wasn’t enough warning…mixing a piss with a boner…-are you even horny?

-…no…-Nate cover his face with his hands not wanting to face the other man out of shame

-Are you letting it go down or…?

-Jeez I don’t know why don’t you…

-I mean I could help…-Nate was about to send Danse to fuck off with rage and shame until he started saying that…and caught his attention

-You are kidding we weren’t able to shower

-This is going to sound crazy to a pre-war man but most of the people cant shower everyday and humanity still goes it way –Nate take air from his nose and looked at him, chewing the anger he was feeling on his chest…then looked at his waist…then looked at Danse again-I preffer to make you relax than seeing you taking a third dose of chems on less than 24 hours

-You sure? –the new paladin chewed his tongue, looking at his boyfriend not so sure about this…Danse nod with his head still laying on the bed.

Ok he looked hot with the orange lights of the fire behind them, like one of that rich old man fantasys with the chimey and the bear coat on the ground…

-I mean it- it was true, he liked clean and hygienic sexual relationships as most as Nate, considered it something very important but also was serious about making him realease a hint of serotonine to make his brain go chill with the chems a bit…and the opportunity was there and it would be a shame to let it past in a king-size bed…despite the matress al dirty…

-Are you even horny? –Nate wasn’t sure but hey it wouldn’t be a bother…not in this state…with his head all light and overstimulated…feeling his body strange and not controlling the sensations…

-Mmm wasn’t until I see you…-the new paladin cheeks burned a bit, the warm of the firepit and his own shame were confusing but…nice…the man sat on the bed and curled around Danse, looking for his mouth for a kiss until Danse flipped him down to the matress, taking out a gasp from him.

Truth is Danse was a bit bored of staying awake the hole night, patrolling and being on watch was a thing just being awake in a bed was another…also if Nate relaxed he surely would sleep more calm and stop moving on the bed so…it’s a win win for all, Danse will relax hugging Nate and he will stop being a burden in the bed.

Not so long ago he was worried about being watched by someone and now they were doing this in a place with no windows…

Danse went directly to take down his pants and release his boner, jerking a bit to make Nate hot skin amused to the coldness of his hand, the man sighted at the good feeling and then Danse take him all in his mouth, sucking from the tip of his head to the base.

That was unexpected to Nate, who grabbed the back of the bed with a hand, well that definetly felt nice, the warm of his mouth feeled amazing…the other went to take a bit of his boyfriend hair between his fingers, damn he loved that shiny and soft pompadour…it was so pleasing to touch and the view was so hot…the pre-war man considered himself all life straight until he fall in love with the ex-paladin and now he find this moments so amusing…

As far of how warm, and wet, and nice, and delicious and sometimes that Danse sucked harder wonderfull feeled…he couldn’t feel like an orgasm…like…oh no not again not this thing when he cant cum no gosh…Danse could give everything but he wasn’t going to reach the edge like this…and he wouldn’t disappoint his handsome man making him think he is doing it wrong because he is doing an amazing job, especially with the tongue and the hand at the same time but Nate was the problem and he recognized this type of situation…

-Oh Danse…-he called, making the ex-paladin look at him, a wave of heat run on his chest when he see him with a dick on his mouth, cupping his cheek in tenderness- take the suit down, I want to make love to you…

The man obeyed with a smile getting on his knees to work on the latex down, Nate spoke like that because Danse wansnt anygood with feelings, talking, or dirty talking, I mean he was the one that will say the most romantic things melting Nates heart just because he felt it from the inside and…sometimes Nate let a few things go out too…but make love was a silly thing he said once and he cant take off Nate head the fact that he thinks he likes that way of saying fuck you, he said it without thinking it one time dammnit is not to repit forever!

The virgins say that kinda of stuff and he wasn’t one! Just…not being all smart communicating feelings…

Danse sighted at the view of Nate grabbing his boner in front of him as he worked on the suit, sure, there was a lot of zippers and buckles getting on his way but it was giving Danse time to see how Nate was getting more and more hungry at the view, seeing the man starting to touch himself at the show, slowly the ex-paladin make his way to put both knees at the side of Nates body, like riding him, still undressing.

Nate chest was going up and down, Danse smiled at the wet sound of him jerking off making him aroused, hot, a wave of heat going up from his knees to his neck.

-Impacient, soldier? –after saying that with a smirk the new-paladin took him by the waist and embrace him against his body, making his lower part fall onto his chest and the upper one onto his face, gosh Nate was hiding on his pects sniffing on his chesthair…the man said before he was fascinated with that part of his body, that he loved that amount of black forest hair…Danse cock was also hard, crazy in need to be also cared, the sounds of his lover jerking off were driving him mad…

-Finish with that damn suit –the hand on his waist went up to feel his back, Danse had such an attractive greek god body for him…Nate loved to touch everymuscle with his bare hand…His mouth was busy leaving small kisses and playfull bites on his pects, the manly and perfect fragrance that his body emanated always turned him on. Impacient Danse stopped the show and went quickly to turn at least the suit to his knees, they both were on a very complicated type of boots to kick off so fuck it, there was no time, Nate was needy and Danse was horny.

-Are you alright? –ask Danse hugging his head, feeling Nates hand moving on the sides of his body, he could be horny and still worried for his boyfriend state after taking chems.

-Get on four, its not dry at all I swear –with Danse saliva and all his precum he take the most precautions he can allow himself to not hurt him, still, lube wasn’t a thing on this century so…

Danse moved backwards and do as he was told, then felt Nates arm under his stomach as his other hand find a way to position and enter. He hated when Nate was still dressed, the man only had his pants down and he was half naked because of the suit, Danse also wanted to feel the warm of his skin…And then his mouth open, the vault man made his way inside his body, making him squirm a bit at the sluddenentrance. He didn’t lie, it was wet, perfect entrance, painless.

The sensation of Nates breathing agains his neck was driving him mad, he liked being mounted by him a lot, loved how intimate it is, he often look for ways to keep their bodies together, hugging, grabbing, dragging…a neck, a torso, an arm…they were constantly touching the other bodys while sex and it feeled amazing…

-You can move…its good…gosh you are hard…-Danse laughted a bit, it really felt good…

Ok ok ok…it was tight and warm and goddam amazing, yeah yeah yeah he can cum, he can totally do it now, Nate chest relaxed a bit and exhaled some air, posing his head over Danse back to again take a sniff on his skin, intoxicating, the smell of his skin was so addictive…his hips started to move and the other man started to panting, his moans and breaths make Nate more lightheaded…such a beauty…

When Danse said he was feeling the need to be close to him…he said it seriously, everymoment they had together was wonderfull, this was incredible…the new paladin fitted so well inside him, touching everyspot Danse liked…his breath accelerated as Nate moved him on everythust, the vault man had him secured by the stomach, making their bodys stick together so firm, both were attached like a pair of In heat dogs…

-You are so tight…ah…-and what if they were a pair of in heat dogs…his accelerated breath make his heart melt at how sexy it sounded…it was beyond just having his protstate stimulated by a cock they really had a connection…

-you feel so good inside me! –that comment encouraged Nate to give him a more hard thrust, pushing the big mans body forward, the other went to look at him with a pleased smile still moaning-Nate!

Cumming…cumming…yeah…he needed a bit more of action but he can…gosh really with just a blowjob wasn’t enough in this state, it was hard to concentrate and move but Danse didn’t have any complain beneath him so he should be performing fine…he really needed this…

Sad to leave his back but eager for more one of his hands pushed Danse back to the matress, making him raise his ass, with that both hands went to secure his waist onto his cock, using it to ride easy and faster, the ex paladin have a really heavy body difficult to move but still Danse was enjoying it and sometimes he moved because of pleasure or wanting to do anything, now it wasn’t the case, Nate wanted to use his bussy hard and fast enough to force his brain to finally cum.

-Danse…

-Yes! Right there…-the way his cock was pushing directly onto his prostate was driving him nutts, with his head all hot practically trowing steam like a teapot, cheeks burning and tongue almost out, he was getting close to cum, gosh Nate didn’t even touch his dick but he was so hot and excited that it didn’t matter. The sounds of Nate thrust agains Danse ass make him a bit exited over the good performance, a bit of arrogance wasn’t so bad…also he had a thing for the sounds of their moans and breathings, he didn’t really like being silent during sex with him Danse had the most delicious reactions and…

Nate went down to chew onto Danse ear, exhaling a cloud of warm air before…-Im close…-yeah yeah yeah that was good, its okay, it was what Danse wanted. His own hand went to jack himself as Nate went up to grab his ass and thrust even harder, so hard to keep the concentration onto touching himself and being fucked nonsense but still…

-Its okay, keep going, i…-a hint of pleasure interrupted him, moving his hand faster in desesperation…oh yes…he felt it too, thinking in his lover using his body to satisfy him self help a lot on his own too, he was building an orgasm on his low stomach too. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger at each moment before…he felt Nate pulse inside him and out of nothing he pulled out his cock to cum on his leg with a loud groan coming from the back of his throath, the feeling of hot drops of cum make his hand move faster, and before he can tell Nate has pushed his chest onto his back, kissing his spine and moving a hand down on top of the hand he was using to jerk himself

-Cum for me Danse –it didn’t take much, the warm of his hand on top of the one that was pleasuring himself make a big effect, making the ex-paladin collapse on a well giving orgasm…also roaring loud and relaxed from it…Nate went to the task to slowly move his body down, using his hands to grab him softly down…the ex paladin collapsed on top of his arm, and to not cause him pain Nate moved next to him, placing an arm on his neck, taking the opportunity to kiss al his face now that he was all chill and easy because of the orgasm

-That was exhilarating…-Nate laughted at hearing him, kissing his forehead and moving a hand over his shoulders, caressing them. It was fun because he was with his pants on his knees and Danse was also with the suit to the knees…both half naked…

-Did you get it out of your system?

-Did you get the serotonine your brain needed? Feel more relaxed? Less anxious? –at seeing a small smile Danse laughted, taking his arms out to put a hand over Nate waist, using the other as a pillow for himself, having it closed because…well he still had...on his palm.

-yes…it is a good solution to the problem…-now the real problem will be cleaning themselves, as a gentleman, and because Danse recieved today and he deserved all the confort in the world Nate went up and managed a bit to raise up his pants, walking around the room to look for something to clean themselves…-wait a second right there.

Not so long after, and actually feeling pretty asleep and relaxed unlike a few hours ago when he said to himself that he didn’t want to sleep anymore, Danse felt something whipping out his leg, eventually Nate found something to clean them up, then, grabbed Danse hand and clean it with a clean whipe, kissing the top when it was dry, making the ex paladin smile.

God he loved Nate so much. Both were so caring of each other.

-Lets rest, tomorrow we have a lot to do.

-Yes, I may sleep better thanks to you…

And he did, Nate sleep quiet, chill, still and confortable hugged to Danse body, not having intrusive or awfull thoughts in his head for the rest of the night. He was at peace, he was with Danse, he was on the arms of a man who loved him and will be at his side no matter what if he is conquering the entire Commonwealth for ideals or just living their lives together…

Nate relaxed thanks to Danse idea…

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14228593/1/Being-awake

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #paladin danse x sole survivor #makahimefanfic

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msmarvelwrites · 3 years

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Sunday Kinda’ Love

Summary: You weren't sure when it happened, falling in love with Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff, domestic Bucky, Explicit sexual content, Oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, lazy counter-top sex, 18+

Word Count: 1.3K

Authors Note: shoutout to @sweeterthanthis who Puts up with me sending her screenshots of my fics every 10 minutes 😂 love you bitch. Thank you for helping me babe!

all mistakes are my own.

The rain patting on the windowsill pulled you from your hangover induced coma as the smell of coffee wafted into the bedroom. You reached over, running your fingers across the empty bed in hopes to find your soldier, though he seemed to have already made the most of your day off.

You, on the other hand, were fully content to lay in bed all day and sleep away the reminisce of vodka Carol had challenged you to the night before.

The sound of Bucky humming along to the distant radio brought a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips. The way you knew he was shuffling around the kitchen, trying to keep his hands busy until you woke made you melt.

You weren't sure when it happened.

The nights seemed to lull into days spent in Bucky’s apartment. Lazing away the afternoons when you both returned home from a mission too sleep deprived to find your way back to your own bed. And you supposed there were worse ways to wake up.

You struggled, sliding out of the warm covers and onto the chilly hardwood floors. The ground beneath you creaked slightly as you stumbled across the room, grabbing one of Bucky’s old T-shirts and tossing it over your head.

You patted into the living room, leaning against the kitchen counter until Bucky finally spun around. His super hearing, already picking up on your presence, but the man never seemed to let on he could predict your every move.

Even though you knew he could.

“Mornin’, sunshine.” He hummed, his voice melting over you like a warm bath.

You smiled, unable to contain the way he made your tummy erupt into a fit of flutters. The pet name always fell from his lips so effortlessly. As if the old Brooklyn charm was always just beneath the surface of that stormy gaze.

“Good morning, Sarge.” You quipped, sneaking past him as he groaned under his breath, neck luling back as he eyed you pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“You know, you could get away with murder by calling me that.” He mumbled, caging you against the counter, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear.

“Who told you my master plan?” You chuckled, setting down the mug and leaning into his touch.

The man was, in every sense of the word, intoxicating. From the way he called your name to the feather like touches that sent electric shivers to explode through your body each and every time he held you. It was unnerving how easily you gave yourself to him. And completely out of character for you…

That was, of course, until you met Bucky Barnes.

Bucky hummed, a careless laugh rumbling against your skin as he spun you around, his lips instantly melting with yours.

You laced your arms around his neck, breathing him in - the faint taste of his mouthwash tingling against your tongue, rendering you weak.

His vibranium arm whirled, clutching you by your waist and lifting you effortlessly onto the counter as he stepped between your legs. His hands lazily rubbing your thighs, lips dancing across the sensitive skin on your throat.

“Bucky,” You managed to breathe out, head lulling back against the cupboards as he began tugging at your panties. “What about breakfast?”

Bucky chuckled, stilling in his movements as you met his gaze. His eyes, crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at you with a softness you couldn't quite put your finger on. With a soft kiss on the nose, he rested his forehead against yours, warm minty breath fanning against your lips.

“Sunshine, you're all I want.”

You smirked, miring his lopsided smile as you lifted yourself off the counter. In one skilful movement, Bucky had your panties sliding down your leg, hanging around your ankle as he pressed his erection against your dampness.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, blissed out as he dropped to his knees, hands on either side of your knees as he licked a long, hot strip up your thigh. His fingers, easing into your slick folds, opening you up as his tongue lapped against your dripping hole.

“Tease.” You accused, hands tangled in his cropped hair as he slipped his index finger deep inside, curling it against your fluttering walls.

“Is that so?” He mumbled, and though you couldn't see his lips, you knew the exact smirk playing on them.

You head snapped back, crashing against the wooden cupboard as his tongue found your clit, swirling around the aching bud as he drank you in. Your whole body was lit aflame - legs lazily wrapped around his broad shoulders while he made quick work of your impending orgasm.

You couldn't help it, the man knew every weak spot you had. The way he memorized every way to pull you apart in his hands had you trembling, begging to shatter.

“Oh god - fuck, Bucky. I’m-”

He hummed, and with the flick of his tongue, you were falling off the edge. Figuratively and literally and he held you up, your orgasm crashing over you like a title-wave as you drowned in it’s ecstasy.

“Fuck-” Bucky gasped, your slick coating his stubble as he licked his lips clean, the action causing you to shudder. “You taste so sweet. Gotta’ have you.”

Before you could answer, Bucky had you wrapped around his waist, spinning you carefully as you tumbled against the kitchen island, body still quivering. You watched from hooded eyes as he freed himself from his boxers, stroking his cock and lining himself up with your dripping cunt.

He sank into you, slowly at first, hooking his cold fingers under your knee and wrapping your leg around him. You could only arch your back, body aching and used as he carefully rocked his hips into you. You bit back a moan, watching Bucky toss his head back, eyes snapping shut while he slowed his pace.

You knew he was holding back, you had seen him come undone before. And yet, something about the way your bodies tangled together felt different. His actions- more deliberate and calculated. His body conveying something words never stood a fighting chance to.

He kept his agonizing pace, his length dragging against your walls, pulling him deeper into you until he had your eyes rolling back in your head. You begged for more, body vibrating as he pulled you against him. His lips, searing as they found yours, carelessly running down your throat and sucking on that sweet spot that had you moaning his name like a prayer.

“That’s it sunshine. Fuck, just like tha-”

Bucky’s fist crashed down beside you, his hips snapping to meet yours as he chased his high. You could feel the familiar coil building in your belly, his cock pulling you closer and closer to the very edge until he let out a gasp, hands finding your waist as he held you still. Spurts of his hot spend coated your walls, never easing up on his thrusts until he had you screaming his name.

You stayed like that, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you both tried to steady your breathing. Your heart felt like it might explode out of your chest as his hands ran circles across your back, grounding you and bringing you back to him.

“I’m falling in love with you, Buck.”

You didn't even know the words had left your lips as Bucky slipped himself out, eyes trained on yours. The silence before he spoke eating away at you until the gnawing almost became too much. Maybe he wasn't ready for that? Had you spoken too soon? Had you read the room-

“I can't believe you beat me to it.” Bucky chuckled, his lips instantly finding yours as he smiled into the kiss. “You’re full of surprises, aren't you, sunshine?”

“I’m full of something, Sarge.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader smut #msmarvelwrites #bucky barns x reader

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fatuilady · 3 years

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— 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. (NSFW)

✦ word count : 1.7𝐤

✦ feat : 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , [𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭] 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

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𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 :

— a certain fatui member is insistent that those of his level of importance don't have time to spare to waste on crying. little did he know, his rival intended to take him up on his statement all with the intent to conclude just exactly how much it takes to make a harbinger cry.

'Harbingers don't cry. It's below somebody of my position.'

The fatui's most valued redhead wore his confidence through his infamous, upturned smirk. He held his relaxed arms knotted together in definite security, crossed against his chest as he lifted his chin to further assert his prior statement. Though he spoke in a self-assured tonality, cockiness resonated in his ultimatum.

It was surely said to coax a remark from you, it was too obviously laced with brimming arrogance to not be some form of verbal mouse trap. It was amusing, how he attempted to retain his mirage of false strength.

'Is that so?'

You pursed your lips, allowing him to add to his curiously delusive ideology. His impudence was mildly beguiled and for the first instance in the whole of your passive-aggressive rivalry, his nerve began to agitate every one of yours. Challenging him with a simple three-part chuckle, you observed him as he shifted his posture. Just how much would it take to change his thesis?

'Tears come from weakness, something that I refuse to display.'

On it's own, it was a rather insensitive statement, considering he was by no means unshakeable. You both knew very well that he was going to contradict himself strongly in due time.

He was going to eat those words.

And he was going to like it.

You tied each finger into the auburn wefts atop his head, stray hints of frustration collecting together as he writhes, shifting and squirming. It was something you had discovered in the moment: he was incredibly hair sensitive. The way your nails dug into his tender scalp, pulling on every fibre sent electrical pulses through his skin.

Tugging sharply, you craned his head to the left. From such stark force, he stumbled, both on his feet and on a choked out groan. It was laughable, how quickly the tables turned at your hands.

'Harbingers don't cry?'

His previously smirking lip now quivered as you projected your words right into his ear. Admittedly, he made his statement with an absent mind. Would he have expected such a one-dimensional outlook would leave him back exposed, red-kneed as his rivalling other half forced each of his four limbs into the hardwood?

Would he have expected to warm up so easily to the situation?

No, but it was more likely than he thought.

You alleviated your grip on his hair, consequently dropping him onto his palms. He flinched once more as his forearms quaked, barely able to support the weight of your hefty boot on his lower back. He should have been thankful you blessed him with permission to keep his pants, however the elemental energy you emanated stung his bare back, torturing him as he shivered with anticipation.

'Pathetic, really.'

With utmost care, he peeked behind him through the space between his quivering forelimbs.

Childe's usual front, being the fatui's most infamous prodigy, didn't allow him to show any sign of submissiveness, however, what he saw flushed him with a feeling he'd never even considered before. It was one of desperation.

One of want.

One of need.

A critical shadow cut across your face, cast sinisterly over your newfound sadistic smile. It bore into him, made him feel queasy, weak at the joints. It was wrong for him to feel excitement prickle upon seeing you assert him in such a way. It was wrong for him to betray the very rules of his nation in the name of his own masochistic desire. It was wrong for him to want to brand the outlines of your sick face into his mind with a hot iron. It was wrong for him to indulge in the very actions he enjoyed inflicting on others.

Yet, it felt right to entertain them.

It felt right to submit and toss the coin to it's most opposite face.

It felt all too right to fall prey to his feral instincts.

'P-please...'

The address was barely audible in ordinary circumstances, but in a barren room, it was alarmingly loud. So loud that Childe couldn't recognise his own voice. It was subordinate, faltering and breaking apart with every syllable. The eleventh harbinger had never uttered such a word in his life; it was an address to a superior, something someone of his recognised status would never dream of choking out underneath someone he held such strong taunting against.

You caught ear of what he uttered, much to his controversial dismay. It was indeed a delight to hear on your part. Pressing your boot further into the base of his spine, you revelled in his weary whimpers. For such an accomplished warrior, he seemed particularly weak to human touch. Perhaps it was a double-edged blade, performing so well that no opponent could touch him also meant that in this irregular instance, he upheld the resistance of a flimsy piece of parchment when it came to withstanding another's force. Entertaining this now obvious forbidden fantasy of his, you unsheathed one of the two foils, a particular favourite from your personal arsenal, from the holsters on your back. It was thin, made rigid with elemental energy in the same way that he materialised his own blades.

They suited you well in previous duels, never once had they failed you against the tyranny of the Fatui, so it was unlikely they would betray you against an unarmed, unhelped and so clearly sexually frustrated opponent.

Such a weapon would not have intimidated him usually, in fact, he also knew how to use it perfectly well and precisely. This time, it struck a kind of taboo enjoyment within him. You performed much differently to him in the dance of battle: he was a jack of all trades, you were more concentrated as a master of one. As you leaned into him once more, you traced the charged edge over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles underneath contract and tense under your fervorous guidance.

Your control was indeed as masterful as he expected, possibly even too much for him.

'What was that?' You mused, through an invasive grin.

He gasped, the last of his depleting reasoning was begging him to come to his senses. It was quickly fading away into mere electrical impulses that made him twitch with every subtle move. Sabre now pressed to his throat, he felt the power of your vision burn into his skin, adam's apple resting uncomfortably on top of the honing edge.

You were waiting impatiently for a response, minutes elapsed and you quickly discovered you would have to coax it out of him. Digging the blade in further, you forced him onto his knees just so he could avoid an accidental demise.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded going out this way. If it was to a more despised enemy, he'd turn his nose at even the thought, but with you, his mind wandered like a lost puppy.

'p-please, m-m...'

He seemed as though he was going to choke out another few syllables, but caught himself, or more likely, became tied up on his own tongue.

'I want that in words,'

'f-a-ah~ p-please, [NAME] I-I'll beg, I swe-swear-'

Before he could finish his statement, you disenchanted your foil, allowing it to lose its structure, falling into a long strand connected to a handle. With a careless flick, it coiled around his neck thrice, all whilst leaving an arm's length of cord, more than enough for you to tug on sharply. He jolted upwards, vocals breaking as he wailed.

'Then beg.'

Childe's eyes widened, the sheer cold was like lightning, superconducting across his skin. It felt euphoric, pinning and placing freezing, soothing pressure on each and every torn muscle. Brimming tears started to swell in his waterline.

How utterly humiliating.

'[N-NAME]...m-ma-' he took a moment to swallow back the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sultry thoughts beating him up below, 'm-make me cry.'

'Is that what you want, pretty boy?' He crumbled at the nickname.

'p-prove m~me wrong...'

And there was all the confirmation you needed.

Taking your chance to dual wield your two rapiers, you disenchanted the other and with one forceful swoop, lashed it right across his bare back.

The initial sound was one of pain, but in mutual desire, he melted into the succeeding throbbing, the stinging coaxing unholy sounds to tumble so effortlessly from his lips. He was very well already on his way to Cloud 9, mind spinning with wishful stars as his vision became blurred.

'youre so pretty when you cry,' you cooed, knowing his pants would be far beyond uncomfortable at this point. Another lash.

'f-gahh~ pl-plea-'

Again.

'It's- too- too much,' you leaned down to kiss his blushing earlobes, listening to him sob over his embarrassing request, 'I- n-need t-'

Again.

'Touch yourself? how crude.' Biting the handle of the cord around his neck, you used your now free hand to hook around the front waistband of his pants. 'Go ahead. That is, if you're so desperate to be vulgar.'

You traced the wicked serpents tongue over his back this time.

A thought quickly came to pass. Your vision trinket illuminated a gentle hue as you crystallised the surface in front of him. Puzzled, initially, he only realised it's purpose when he suddenly saw his reflection gaping back at him, scarlet faced with glazed eyes. You had made the surface reflective with elemental energy, all with the purpose of allowing him to see himself come undone at the seams.

'Are you going to begin? or are you to embarrassed to watch yourself?' Leaning into his other ear, you could feel the hot air from his panting, 'would you rather me drag you like a dog all the way back to Snezhnaya so the Tsaritsa can look upon you in this condition?'

The sounds of his muffled moans and wet slapping of raw skin started to fill the room. Just like that.

'I hope you intend to clean this mess you're making, Ajax, you're leaking all over the floor.'

You were more intent now just to watch him cradle himself to desperately over your mere presence alone, how could you resist disrupting him with occasional thrashing, causing him to jerk his hand harshly.

The eleventh harbinger was foaming at the mouth, growing more non-verbal with every shot you took at him like he was merely just a discarded hilichurl training dummy. It was a cocktail of eroticism, pleading whines, tortured whimpers and shameful cries all shaken up as one.

Childe wasn't usually one to complete his process so quickly, mostly saving the build up, so this was something new for him. He made eye contact with you through the makeshift mirror, the look in his eyes telling you he was about to pop. He had discarded his concern for volume long ago, keen to ride out the feeling under your stern supervision. He figured it was drawing to a close soon, so gave it his all.

You didn't like that.

One of your whips wrapped itself around his working hand, tugging it forcefully away from his work. For a brief moment, he had allowed himself to indulge himself to a point where he forgot who's mercy he was under.

'Ajax.'

You trailed your tongue across his salty cheek, the intoxicating taste of your victory turning the flavour sweet.

'Just who said that you could finish?'

It was a guarantee that you would make him cry about it.

This was a mistake on his part.

But boy, was he glad he made it.

#genshin impact #childe #childe genshin impact #tartaglia #sub childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin sub #dom!reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut

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eclectickss · 3 years

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A Little Bit Jealous

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: smut, a lil alchohol

Summary: You are a very flirtatious person except with Wanda...

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wanted to write something before vacation as i'm still drawing blanks on PGATW! Not checked or anything oopsie. <3

You were the most flirtatious person you knew... and it was a little bit of an addictive habit. Not really a good one, either, but you didn't care enough to drop the act. You have had multiple people confess their crush on you, which inevitably ended a friendship or two, but most of the time it was just an awkward conversation about how the excessive flirting is just a platonic love language to you.

Part of it was due to your desire to make other people happy and feel good about themselves, and the other part of the habit acted as an emotional reflex. It was your go-to way of avoiding your feelings, as it also provided a boost of serotonin to witness people's reactions to your comments. So yeah, it was literally addicting.

And maybe you knew that... but at the same time, it was a part of you. You couldn't find reason enough to quit.

There was one person though, that you couldn't bring yourself to flirt with.

Wanda Maximoff.

And it wasn't like you hated her or anything... it's just that flirting with her would be real to you. It wouldn't be a game. It would make your inevitable crush on her a reality that you could never dream of passing up.

And maybe you knew that... but you would never admit it to anyone. You wanted your relationship with Wanda to be as genuine as possible, so avoiding your feelings was the way to go.

Wanda didn't really like that, though. She wanted you to flirt with her. She was jealous.

A knock was heard at your door as you were making your finishing outfit touches for Tony's fundraiser party, pushing the rubber back onto your earring. You opened the door to find Wanda in a sparkling red dress, and you willed everything in you to not stare at her image, much less make any comments. She had on a pair of matching heels and vibrant red lipstick, and her hair was pulled into a loose braid that cascaded down her back.

"Hey," You breathed a soft smile, begrudgingly peeling your eyes away.

"You ready?" You knew she had on a grin behind your back as you went to put in your last earring in front of the mirror.

"Yeah." You turned back around to face her.

"You look lovely, by the way..." She said as she followed you out the door.

"Oh... thank you. You too, Wanda." You bit your tongue. Yes, I might look lovely, but you are stunning, baby. A small blush lit your cheeks that you hoped the Sokovian couldn't see.

"Are you excited for the party?" She attempted to make conversation on the way to the elevator.

"Uhh... yeah! I love spending time with everyone when we're not on a mission. It's fun. Plus everyone is always drunk at the afterparty, and it's a great source of entertainment for someone who doesn't drink." You smirked, remembering the last few parties very vividly.

"Right..." Wanda reflected on what happened last time with a tinge of embarrassment. "I think I'll join you in sobriety for this one."

That made you laugh, remembering her previous situation with alcohol.

"Remind me why you don't drink, though?"

You faltered, not wanting to get too deep into a conversation at the moment.

"Uhh... My dad.."

"Hey! Hold the elevator!" You released a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Natasha walked up to the doors. You whistled when she stepped inside.

"Whew Nat! Who are you after tonight? You look hot, honey! More than normal, at least!" You jokingly raked your eyes down her body as she laughed.

"Oh, shut up. I just thought I might have a little fun tonight." She rolled her eyes.

"Well save a little bit of that fun for me," you smirked as she hit your arm, missing the blush on Wanda's cheeks as you talked with nat.

The time for the afterparty had finally arrived as the team had found themselves crowded on the couches once again, inebriated except for you. Wanda had failed at her word of sobriety, but not by much. Tony had found an empty bottle around, so everyone was getting ready for a game of spin the bottle: seven minutes in heaven.

To your surprise, Wanda wanted to go first. You didn't know if you wanted it to land on you or not, but you would find out soon enough that maybe the Sokovian had made it land on you.

"Alright, Wanda. You game?" You smirked.

"I'm the one who spun it, you idiot. Of course, I am." You laughed as the two of you headed over to the storage closet.

"You know, I could have bet that you couldn't avoid alcohol tonight. I should have." You said as you shut the door behind you.

"Oh, come on. I had one drink." She rolled her eyes and you laughed, but no time passed before she asked a question. "How come you don't flirt with me?"

This caught you off guard as your expression dropped.

"Umm... huh..." You had no idea how to respond.

"Oh come on. You practically undressed Nat with your eyes in the elevator and you were all over Sam and Maria tonight. You don't do that with me. Do you not like me, or something? Why am I any different?" She looked genuinely hurt, and you decided at that moment that you couldn't hold back what you felt for her.

You bit back any comments about jealousy or desire, but for once, forced yourself to spit out your feelings.

"Because... Wanda. If I flirt with you, that means it's gonna be real."

"What is going to be real?"

"My feelings for you are going to be real. I wouldn't be complimenting you to give you a confidence boost, it would be to be vulnerable with you. I wouldn't be undressing you with my eyes just to say that you look good, but because I actually want to undress you. And that's too many ideas and thoughts for me to hold onto, Wanda. And if this conversation made you uncomfortable... you can understand why I don't flirt with you, Wanda." You thinned your lips and leaned back onto one of the shelves, nervous for her response.

"What if I don't want you to hold onto those thoughts?" You looked up.

"What are you saying..."

"When you compliment me, I want to know that it's real. When you dance close, I want to know that you feel the same desire that I do. When you roll your eyes at me, I want to know that it's only because I made you feel that way. And when you undress me with your eyes, I want to know that you're actually imagining pulling my clothes off piece by piece, taking your time to treat me right."

Wanda was now standing right in front of you, breathing as heavily as you.

"How many minutes do we have left?" You whispered.

"five and a half."

"No time to waste then," You crashed your lips into hers, relishing in the touch that you never imagined you'd be allowed to have. A little headstrong, you backed her up into the opposite wall, picking her up and holding her against the shelf. Her thighs hugged onto your waist as your hands made their way around her body.

You moved your lips down her neck as you worked to hike up her short red dress, earning a groan when your hands found their way to her ass.

"How long have you been wanting to do this, darling?" Wanda smirked through a heavy pant.

"Ever since we met, baby. I glanced at you and knew I should stop myself before I even started. Why, what about you?" You placed her back down on the ground as your lips drifted onto her chest and your hands found her inner thighs.

"Ever since you made a suggestive comment to Nat. I realized how much I wanted it to be me."

"Jealous, are we?" You smirked against her skin.

"I never said tha- oh," She moaned as you grazed your fingers over her panties.

"Try that again, baby."

"Ok, maybe a little bit."

"Good girl." You nearly whispered as you pushed the fabric aside and slowly dragged two fingers through her cunt. "You're so wet for me, Wanda. It's hard to think I've denied this from you for so long."

"Yeah, well you can make up for it now, darling." Wanda groaned as you continued to lightly stroke her pussy.

"What do you want me to do, Wanda?" You smirked up to her and she glared at you but gave into begging anyways.

"I want you to shove those two fingers inside of me and fuck me like your little jealous slut. I want to come undone to you, darling... I want to be yours. Take me, please."

Both of you knew that Wanda had long since won you over, but her words sent shocks down your spine as you pushed your fingers in. You didn't hesitate to pick up the speed, watching her expressions to see what she liked and didn't. After a curl of your fingers, she gasped, and you grinned.

You continued to work at that spot, slowly working her clit with your other hand.

"Do you wanna cum, Wanda?" You teased and she quickly nodded. You picked up the pace of your pumps and strokes one more time before finally feeling her release. As you slowed her down, you brought your lips back up to hers.

You slowly slipped your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth, groaning as she watched you with lust.

"How much time do we have left?" She croaked, a knock at the door coming shortly after.

"None."

"Not happening." She grabbed your wrist and teleported the two of you to her room.

"Are you two good in there?" Steve's voice came from the other side of the door. "Hello?" Another pause. "I'm coming in." He opened the door, but nobody was in there, returning to the group. "It's empty."

Everyone looked confused.

"Hey, Jarvis?" Tony yelled. "Where are Wanda and Y/N?"

"Ms. Maximoff brought Y/N up to her room."

"About time." Nat giggled, followed by everyone else. Of course, everyone already knew.

#wanda x you #wanda x reader #what other tags am i supposed to use #rip sorry it was rushed #wanda blurb #wanda smut #ill clean this up eventually

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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Honest and Truly

Summary: Spencer has his prom 10 years late, but none of that matters when it's with the girl of his dreams.

Word Count: 4.8 k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female (She/Her)-- Fluff

CW: Minimal vulgar language (PG-13)

Author's Note: This just might be my most favorite thing I've written in a very long time :) Also listen to the song I linked, it makes the title and the ending make more sense! thank you to @spookydrreid and @writhingintheroses for helping me a particular scene!!

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Honest and Truly

“A prom?” Spencer asks, realizing that the conversation had entered uncharted territory, a territory in which he had not a single clue how to navigate. Spencer, being a preteen in high school, never attended prom.

“Yes, Reid. A prom,” Penelope says, staring at him over the many monitors and stuffed cats that littered her desk, “It’s going to be so much fun!” she says, excitedly.

“That sounds like, uh, I’ll have plans that night,” Spencer tells Penelope, spinning around in the swivel chair as he eats his turkey and cheese sandwich. He usually enjoys their lunches together, but when Penelope gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.

@s“Now I don’t believe that for a second, Reid. The only time that you have plans is when you’re with Y/N. And Y/N is going to be at this prom,” Garcia says, her pink glasses sliding down her nose. She winks at Reid, almost like she enjoys watching him squirm.

“How do you know that she’s going? Did she say she’s going?” Spencer asks, unable to conceal his eagerness that Y/N could be attending. Spencer might hate dancing and those fancy shoes that are too tight on his toes, but all that can be talked away if Y/N is there.

“Yes, she’s going because you’re asking her. That and I’m making everyone go,” Penelope says matter of factly.

Spencer opens his mouth, attempting to talk away Penelope’s suggestion. But Spencer Reid is a smart man and he knows better than trying to argue his way out with Penelope. Especially when it comes to Y/N. He might have an excellent poker face, but Spencer can’t hide his love for Y/N.

“I’m not going to ask her. You know she’ll think it’s because-” Spencer says, prepping for a long winded rant before the door of Penelope’s office swings open.

Y/N, with two coffees in hand, floats into the room like she’s walking on air. Or maybe it’s Spencer’s mind that’s floating when Y/N walks in. He can never tell. Whenever he’s near her, it’s like everything is sweeter, lighter and airier. Wordlessly, she passes the coffee to Spencer. Feeling her fingertips graze his reminds him of how pathetic he must be. He nods, telling her thanks, knowing that he’s unable to fully articulate just how grateful he is for the littlest things.

“Who are you not going to ask and to where, Spence?” Y/N says, leaning against the filing cabinets and sipping her coffee. Penelope, never one to be quiet, silently watches as Spencer and Y/N converse. Spencer looks up at her, feeling that light and airy feeling again. He brushes his hair that falls against his forehead nervously thinking of an answer.

“I- uh, I was thinking of asking my mother to come stay with me for a couple of weeks. You know, she hasn’t seen DC in a couple of years. And I do have some personal days banked,” Spencer says, telling Y/N a small white lie.

“She’s in Vegas, right?” Y/N asks, interested in what Spencer is saying, which is something that he’s still not used to. Spencer nods, smiling awkwardly.

“Yeah, she says that she likes the heat,” Spencer says, hating how formal and cold the conversation sounds. It’s normally flowing with easy and familiarity, but something is wedged between them. Penelope, long forgotten by the pair, types rapidly on her keyboard.

“You know, Spence. If you’re up for it maybe we can have lunch or meet at Elmwood Park. I’d love to meet the woman that made my favorite person,” she says, staring directly into Spencer’s eyes. Her stare is so intense that it’s like she’s looking into his soul. He thinks that if she looks deep enough she’ll see her own reflection because his soul belongs to her.

“I-I uh,” Spencer says, immediately thinking that he should actually invite his mother out for a visit, “I think that’s a good idea. She likes the sites and all,” he tells her nervously, trying to ease his beating heart.

He’s her favorite person.

Out of all the people in this city, this world. He’s her favorite person. Spencer, a lover of math, is tempted to figure out the odds of being his favorite person’s favorite person. He knows it’s slim. He knows it’s rare. It’s something magical and Spencer is terrified he’s going to ruin it. He’s terrified he’s going to fuck something up that’s not even his.

“It’s a date,” Y/N says, turning to Penelope, who’s still long forgotten, “Oh, Penny, you need to yell at Morgan for me. He ate my leftovers,” she tells Penelope, who feigns horror, “And now I don’t have lunch”

“How dare he!” Penelope says, her exaggerated response inciting chuckles, “he can get away with murder because he’s pretty,” she says, shaking her head.

He knows that she’s pretending to be disappointed, but he still doesn’t like to see it. Spencer unwraps the other half of his turkey and cheese sandwich and hands it to Y/N. She looks surprised, as if Spencer just handed her a million bucks.

“Spence, you don’t have to,” Y/N says, softly, handing back the half of the sandwich, “It’s your sandwich, I don’t want you to feel-”

“Eat it, Y/N,” Spencer says firmly, looking straight at Y/N, “You need to eat something. We both live off coffee as it is,” he says, hoping that Y/N will take the sandwich.

He’s looking straight at her and she’s looking straight at him. Spencer wonders if he looks deep enough he’ll reach her soul. He dares to think that if he can find her soul, he’ll stare at his face. He’s her favorite person after all, that’s got to count for something.

“Thanks, Spence,” Y/N says, smiling softly, “You make the best sandwiches,” she tells him, taking a bite of the sandwich as Garcia’s eyes flit from Spencer to Y/N. Back and forth, she watches the pair engage in the world’s best miscommunication.

“Y/N, did you hear? I’m throwing a prom!” Garcia says excitedly, hoping that Y/N’s reaction will be more enthusiastic than Spencer’s.

“A prom?” Y/N asks, unconvincingly, “God, I hated my prom. I got punched spilled all over my dress and my date tried to sneak alcohol into the banquet hall. It was a shitshow,” Y/N says, remembering the less than happy memories from high school.

“I didn’t go to prom. You know, between being a 12 year old and a dork,” Spencer says, self deprecatingly, “It’s not the ideal scenario, but I am familiar with the cultural significance of proms in American high school,” Spencer says, speaking to no one in particular, yet looking at Y/N directly.

“Maybe we’ll both get the prom night we deserve, Spence,” Y/N offers, tossing out her wax paper wrapper. She walks past him and it’s like the air is sweeter. He believes in science, but loves magic. Y/N is magic.

“Maybe,” Spencer says, refusing to make eye contact with Penelope, “you know, sorry to uh, cut this short. I have some paperwork to finish. Hotch’s been on me all day about it. So, uh, see you later,” he says, walking out of Penelope's office like a bat out of hell.

He tries to ignore the knowing stares from Penelope and Y/N’s confusion as he ducks out and walks into the bullpen. Spencer doesn’t have paperwork. He finished all his paperwork by 11:12 am. But what Spencer does have is a flight from Vegas to Quantico to book.

And prom shopping.

___

As it turns out, Spencer doesn’t know much about teenage American culture. Sure he’s seen 90s movies that Y/N forced him to watch. But it was quite difficult to pay attention when all he could feel was Y/N’s fingers brushing up against his in their shared bucket of popcorn or her head laying against his shoulder when she got tired.

He doesn’t know much of anything when it comes to romance. But he knows that he loves Y/N— and hopefully that’s enough. He still hasn’t asked her if she’d go with him. Honestly, he’s not too sure why he even has to ask her in the first place. She’s going to be there already, but Garcia and Morgan convinced him that it’s part of the so-called “Prom Experience”

“Spence,” Y/N says, she’s perched on the tall bar stool and rests her elbows on her kitchen island, “did you find a suit yet? I was thinking that we can go to that vintage store on Rock Ave. They have a surprisingly good size selection, and I think that this whole vintage thing fits your aesthetic really well,”

“My aesthetic?” Spencer questions, again lost at sea.

“You know, you’re like nerdy chic. Equal parts dorky and equal parts handsome,” she tells him. He feels his cheeks burn at her words.

Handsome

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” Spencer says, eyeing Y/N over the rim of his hot coffee.

“It is,” Y/N says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like him being handsome is just as obvious as him being dorky, “And get your wallet. We’re going to the vintage store,”

Spencer has a hate-love relationship with weekends. He loves spending time with Y/N where it was so easy to pretend that she loves him as he loves her. He hates the weekends for the same reason he loves them. Spencer knows that it’s all fake. It’s a façade of the truth.

“Spence! You’d look great in this,” Y/N suggests, holding up a gray sports coat, “I think it will match your eyes perfectly,”

“If you think so, Y/N,” Spencer says, nodding his head in agreement. She continues eyeing him as if she’s imagining what he’d look like in the jacket. He has to admit, it’s a very nice jacket.

“Come on, Spence. There’s a mirror over in the corner. Try it on for me,” she requests and not even a second later Spencer finds himself being dragged by the hand to try on the suit jacket.

Y/N holds the jacket open for him as he slips it on through his arms. He’s surprised to realize that it fits perfectly. He looks into the mirror, staring at his face and Y/N, who tugs and smooths the jacket. Spencer can’t look too much longer because if he does the lines between reality and fantasy will be difficult to distinguish. As much as he wants to stare into the mirror all day long, pretending that this is real, he much rather it actually be real. But wishing and dreaming only ends up with battle wounds and broken hearts.

“You look very handsome, Spencer. Very handsome,” Y/N says, staring into the mirror too now. But she’s not looking at the jacket, she’s looking at him. The beat of silence lasts longer than what’s comfortable, “Um, I think, I saw some pants that would look good on you, with this jacket, I mean,” she says, stumbling over her words. She’s not looking in the mirror any more, her gaze is noticeably away from Spencer and the mirror.

“Okay, uh, whatever you think, Y/N,” Spencer says, “I’m not even sure why I agreed to this thing. I don’t dance,” he says, regretting his choice to go to Penelope’s prom, but feeling guilty for maybe disappointing Y/N all in one breath.

“Did you ask her yet?” Y/N asks, holding up a pair of similarly gray colored pants. She must notice his confusion, “You know Austin, the woman you heroically saved. Does any of it ring a bell, Spence?” Y/N teases. Spencer feels his cheeks burn and his heart tighten, that happens a lot around Y/N.

“Oh Austin, uh no. She wasn’t interested in me, after all,” Spencer says, shifting his weight and staring at his converse, “I mean, I should have seen it coming. It’s transference, that’s like Psych 101,” he says, feeling strange. It was odd when Austin broke up with him, even if you can consider it breaking up. He felt a strange sense of relief when it happened, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Y/N clicks her tongue in annoyance as she walks over to Spencer. Tugging slightly on the sleeves of the jacket she says, “well she’s not as smart as I thought she was. You have to be a complete fool to let someone like you go,” she says quietly. She’s standing too close, looking too beautiful, and seeming too perfect for Spencer to not be completely enamoured.

Then it breaks, like shattered glass. The rosey glasses are lifted, leaving only cheeks that sting with nervousness and hearts the yearn for something a little more tangible.

“Stop staring at me and go try it on,” Y/N says, handing him the pair of pants, “Oh and I’m going to look for a vest and a tie to match. This store is unbelievable,” she tells him, pushing him into the makeshift dressing room.

Spencer puts on the pants, which fit, despite being maybe an inch or two loose in the waist. He looks into the tall mirror, which is noticeably empty without Y/N standing with him. A floating hand, belonging to Y/N appears. She holds a burgundy tie and a dark brown vest, both of which are very Spencer. He smiles slightly, strangely happy that Y/N has picked something out that’s perfect for him.

“Tell me when you’re decent,” she says, her voice muffled by the curtain that separates them. He sticks his head out of the curtain, his eyes immediately finding Y/N’s.

“Ohh, Spence, you look amazing. Very handsome,” she says, her hands clasped around the tie, tugging just like she did with his suit jacket before, “What do you think?” she asks, looking at him curiously.

“It’s nice,” Spencer offers, approaching this like he does everything: cautiously, “I do like the texture,” he says, running his hands up and down the sleeves of the jacket.

“You look more than nice, Spence. I know I’ve said it like 30 times, but you look very handsome,” she says. Spencer hopes that she means it. He needs something to be real. Sometimes besides what he feels, because what he feels is the realest thing in the world.

“It’s nice to hear,” Spencer says, “you know from someone who’s not my mother,” he jokes, shrugging off the jacket and grabbing the hanger from Y/N.

“You deserve to hear it,” Y/N says so softly Spencer wonders if she’s saying it all. That beat of silence, followed by the awkwardness is back.

“So, uh, I saw a dress that I’m going to try on,” Y/N tells him, her gaze shifting everywhere but Spencer’s eyes.

“I’ll go pay for this,” Spencer says, walking back into the dressing room and the mirror that lies to his face.

___

Back in Y/N’s car, Spencer shifts in the passenger seat trying to find a way to sit comfortably while holding his suit jacket, pants and vest. Y/N hangs up her dress, that’s wrapped in a gown bag. She wouldn’t let Spencer see the dress, despite her practically picking out his entire outfit.

“So what’s next,” Spencer asks, as Y/N gets into the car. She smiles over at him sheepishly, leading Spencer to think she’s got another trick up her sleeve.

“I’ve got a confession, Spence. And please don’t hate me for it,” Y/N says, her voice coming out a little nervous as she eyes Spencer.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you, even if I tried. And I’m certain I’ll never have to,” he says softly, resting his hand over hers on the console. He rubs the back of her hand gently, thinking about just how easy things are with her. If he could only be a little braver, maybe then the mirror wouldn’t be so empty.

“Okay. I knew that things didn’t work out with you and Austin. I overheard you telling Derek,” Y/N confesses, “And I know that it makes me a horrible friend or whatever, but I’m sorry that I eavesdropped,”

“Oh, uh how much did you hear?” Spencer asks, suddenly quite nervous. He can feel his heart drop, waiting for the moment when Y/N laughs at the thought of her loving him. He knows that it’s not fair to her, but then again all is fair is love and war.

“Enough to know that you’re still hung up or or someone else. I left once my conscience got the better of me. Once a Girl Scout, always a Girl Scout,” she says, making the three finger salute that’s common in scouting, “I just wanted to hear it from you, you know you’re my favorite person and all,” she says, a frown forming.

“I think, uh,” Spencer says, “That I was just a little embarrassed. You know how Derek and Penelope and Emily and JJ can get. It’s basically just you and Hotch who aren’t jumping down my throat about being, you know, alone,” he says, chuckling awkwardly.

“They just want to help you, Spence. In their own ways, but I’m always on Team Spencer. You never got to worry about that,” Y/N offers, squeezing his hand.

He considers what she says, not responding verbally, but nodding his head. He hasn’t ever had someone on his “team”, so it’s strange. But a good kind of strange.

“Spence, you okay? I wanted to give you something. To be truthful, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to do this for awhile,”

“Ask me what?” he questions, wondering what she has in store. He watches as Y/N rummages in his bag, clearly looking for something. He’s thoroughly confused when she pulls out a TI-84.

“What on earth?” Spencer says, as she places the calculator in his hands. Her sly grin, beaming up at him only further proves his point: his heart just beats faster around her.

“Just shut and press the on button. You’d think that a genius would know how to work a calculator,” she comments, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You know, I never used these. I can just do it in my head faster,” Spencer says, winking at Y/N when she pushes him teasingly.

“God, Spencer just turn it on!” she demands, very apparently getting more and more impatient.

He turns the calculator on and is brought to a green screen that has a picture of a graph. Spencer raises his eyebrow, as if to ask Y/N for the next direction.

“Press the graph button,” she says, getting quieter as Spencer looks at her.

He presses the button that she said to, waiting for whatever is supposed to happen. Spencer watches as the screen draws four black lines running parallel to each other. A curved line is drawn on the first two black lines, forming the letters “P” and “R”. The screen continues to draw, making an oval that looks like an “O” and the last two parallel lines are joined together with a “v” shape, forming the letter “M”. He takes a second glance, reading the 4 letter word slowly.

P-R-O-M

“Well?” she asks, waiting for his answer.

He’s speechless. Spencer blinks. It’s like his brain has stopped working. It’s a prom, a stupid prom that’s 10 years too late. But it’s the girl of dreams that’s asking him. And that’s the stuff those rom-coms he couldn’t pay attention to are made of.

“I mean, of course. Of course, Y/N,” Spencer says, dropping the calculator into the cup holder and leaning in to hug Y/N.

His heart stops again. Falling into that tricky habit of either speeding up or stopping when she’s around. He thinks he’s ready to implode when she pecks his cheek. Her lips don’t linger, hardly touching his skin for it to be considered a kiss.

“I don’t think I’d want to go with anyone else,” she says, mumbling into his skin. She seals his fate with her lips against his skin. Never again will Spencer imagine what it’s like to have her lips against his skin. Even though it’s a fraction of the time he’d want, it’s tattooed in his mind.

“I’m not much of a dancer, by the way,” Spencer says, reluctantly letting go and sitting back into the passenger’s seat, “so don’t expect too much,” he jokes.

“Oh you better watch it, Doctor Reid. I’m getting you on the dance floor, even if you hate it,” Y/N says, smiling as she backs out of the parking spot and turns into the street.

Spencer looks out the window, thinking to himself that there’s probably nothing he can hate if he’s doing it with Y/N.

Spencer didn’t go to prom in high school. He didn’t do a lot of the traditional things that most former high schoolers reminisce about at his age. He didn’t go to football games or have a best friend to make lifelong memories with.

He didn’t have any of that, until now.

But it’s prom night, 10 years late. His hands are sweaty and his mouth feels dry. Spencer wasn’t this nervous for even his first day at the BAU all those years ago. He tries to fix the burgundy tie that Y/N picked out at the vintage store. It looks crooked and twisted. Nothing like when Y/N tied perfectly in the store for him. He supposes that he can wait till she comes to pick him up.

The mirror, again, is noticeably empty without Y/N standing beside him. He can get lost in there, thinking about her standing with him. He does, because it feels like seconds later when he hears a rapid knocking on his apartment door.

Standing on the other side of the door is Y/N. She wears a sage green dress that looks like it’s made of softest silk. He smiles at her, not sure if he can trust his words. Spencer doesn’t think he’ll be able to do much thinking when all he can focus on is the tiny straps that rest on her shoulders or how the sage green compliments her skin tone.

“You look, god. You’re beautiful,” Spencer says, partly under his breath partly aloud to Y/N, “so beautiful,” he says again, focusing on her eyes.

“And you’re looking very dashing in that suit, Spence,” she says, pushing her way in, “do you need help with your tie?” she asks, looking at the tie he holds in his hand.

“Yes, please,” he says sheepishly. He holds out the burgundy colored tie, but takes his hand back as an idea crosses his mind, “oh wait here, I’ll be right back,” Spencer says, walking quickly to his bedroom.

“Alright,” Y/N says sceptically, “Don’t ditch me, Reid!” she calls out from the living room.

Spencer returns, hiding the new tie behind his back. He places an olive green tie with dusty blue and pink flowers in her hands. He notices her smile grow, realizing that he’s picking a new tie for a reason.

“I might not know much about prom, but I think that we’re supposed to match. You know, since we’re going together,” he offers, “but I need help putting it on,” he says.

“We’re going to match!” Y/N says excitedly. As she unbuttons the first button on Spencer’s cream colored shirt he holds his breath. He can’t breathe when she’s this close. Her fingers are quick and nimble as they feed the tie around his neck and elegantly create a knot. If Spencer wasn’t already in love, he knows that watching her eyes twinkle and her tongue poke out as she concentrates would make him declare it then and there.

“So handsome,” she says, using that quiet voice that makes it seem like she’s talking to herself rather than him, “I can’t wait to dance with you,” she tells him tugging the tie.

“I’m not going to be good, Y/N. I’m going to be a fool,” Spencer says, lamenting already about what an idiot he’s going to look like in front of Y/N.

“That’s nonsense, Spence,” Y/N says, waving him away with a toss of her hand, “You’re going to be the best dancer there,” she tells him rubbing her hand up and down his arm, like she did at the store.

“Would you believe it, if I told you I never danced with anyone?” Spencer says, being the most honest and true he’s ever been.

“We can change that,” Y/N says, stepping towards Spencer and linking her hand in his. She squeezes, restarting and stopping his heart all in one go, “oh wait we need music,” she says, feeling around for where her phone usually is.

“I got it,” Spencer says, stepping away from Y/N. He walks over to the small record player in the corner of his living room. He doesn’t play it too often, the records he has were once his mother’s and they’re too painful to play most days. But Spencer’s sure that he can make every exception to all his rules for Y/N. Maybe he’ll get some happy memories out of it.

“Going old school I see,” Y/N says, teasingly as Spencer walks over grabbing both his hands in hers, “everything about you is very charming, Doctor Reid,” she says, softly swaying to the jazzy tunes of Sarah Vaughan.

“I’m not too sure about that,” Spencer says, following Y/N’s lead as she floats around his living room, carrying him everywhere she goes. She rests her head against his chest and Spencer swears that she’s going to get a concussion from how hard his heart beats.

They’re alone, no audience to witness the moment that Spencer wonders if he can dare to call intimate. It’s intimate to him because every moment with Y/N is intimate. Maybe if someone had told Spencer that dancing like this could bring pure paradise all the way from your fingertips to your eyelashes, maybe he would have done it sooner.

“You’re quite the romantic, Spencer,” Y/N says as the song comes to a close. The record player stops, but they don’t stop swaying, “And you told me you couldn’t dance,” she scoffs lightly, with her head still resting against his chest.

“Is that okay with you?” He asks, “me being romantic,”

“I don’t think that I’d want it any other way, Spencer,” Y/N says, removing her head from his chest and her hand from his. She cups his face, touching him lightly. Y/N holds him like he aches to be held. It’s gentle and tender, yet leaves him desiring more.

“Honest?” Spencer asks, daring to be brave.

“Truly,” she responds.

Spencer shifted slightly, so he can also hold her face in his hands. Y/N drops her hands though, wrapping them around Spencer’s waist to pull them closer together. Spencer’s phantom fingers are like that dance around that dance around Y/N’s skin.

It’s Y/N that initiates the kiss. She moves in slowly and tenuously, looking just as nervous as Spencer is. He’s shaky slightly, the anticipation getting to his head when all he can see is Y/N’s eyes looking into his and all he can think about is how soft her skin is. It’s all he’s ever wanted to think about. Her lips are soft and pillowy.

But it’s more than that.

Kissing her is everything to Spencer. It’s the breathy sighs she lets out as he moves his hands and rests them securely behind her neck. It’s the peachy scent of her perfume that’s so sweet and strong it should be overwhelming when all it is, is intoxicating. Kissing her is dizzying and terrifying, but wonderful and sweet. He can’t tell where his lips start and where her’s end, but it doesn’t matter.

He doesn’t open his eyes because he knows he’s facing the mirror. But unlike before, he doesn’t need a mirror to know what he’s looking at. He can look into his soul for that.

“Very romantic,” Y/N says, smiling through the quick kisses she plants on his jawline, “I always thought you’d be a romantic,” he tells him.

Spencer brushes his thumb over Y/N’s bottom lip. It’s puffy and bitten from his kisses, but he thinks that it would be a shame to not bite and kiss it some more. He smiles so hard he knows that he’ll wake up in the morning and his mouth will hurt. But that’s the least of his worries if Y/N’s there to kiss it better.

“Honest?” Spencer says, calling back to the song, that’s now their song.

“Truly,”

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 3 years

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A new prompt for you! (Finally :3)

I'm picturing multiple couples or a family group (4+ adults) who share a cottage together in the middle of nowhere, living off the land. Winter is coming, bringing with it its chill winds and early dustings of snow. The people are hard at work every day, chopping wood and putting aside the last of the food for winter.

It's the worst possible time to get sick, yet someone does, coming down with a miserable, streaming cold and high fever. What do they do about it? How do the others respond?

Could have definite cottage core elements, or fantasy (since you're so good at writing that!) or contagion if you choose. Can't wait to see the results :)

It’s been so long since I’ve written a real, honest to god fic, so this will be my debut back into snzfucker favor!

Okay, okay, who to include in this house of contagion?

We need a soft healer boi that takes care of everyone before themselves, of course. A very strong, stoic, hardworking warrior with muscles of steel - but the same can’t be said for his immune system. A hyper comic relief (like if Scout from TF2 was in a fantasy setting) that insists he isn’t sick, but can’t keep back his sneezes long enough to prove his point. And, of course, a tall, thin scholar whose cold heart is only melted by his fever.

Adventurers packing it in for the winter and preparing for journeying in the spring, now only at most a few yards from each other and having shot immune systems from the exhausting work. Illness doesn’t have to travel far to infect…

Oh, this is gonna be good.

***********************

“Look look look! Otto, you’re not gonna believe this!”

Barlow skidded to a halt, almost tripping over his own two feet before regaining his balance. Otto chuckled.

“Alright, alright, que pasa? What is so exciting?”

Barlow fumbled with his cloak before pulling a shiny coin out of one of the pockets.

“I got this off a path when I was pickin’ berries! Must’ve been a merchant or something…”

Barlow’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“Or maybe a warrior! Ooh, or a knight! Definitely somebody with a cape.”

He flung the back of his cloak behind him and stood tall, crossing his arms with a self-satisfied grin. However, Barlow couldn’t keep the pose long - the frigid air made him close the thin burlap around himself again, shivering. Otto knitted their brow.

“You’re wearing your summer cloak,” they said, looking Barlow up and down. “You must be freezing, chiquito!”

Barlow waved his hand, as if batting away Otto’s concern.

“Don’t worry about it, doc. It’s gonna take more than a little wind to get me down.”

As if to prove a point, he spread out his arms and spun around, laughing at the many leaves he kicked up.

Otto would usually be charmed by the sprite’s antics, but their concern soon outweighed their amusement.

“Just make sure to change into your winter clothes soon, okay? I would hate for you to get sick.”

Barlow stopped spinning, coughing a bit as he caught his breath with chilly autumn air. His hot breath clouded around his face like smoke.

“Okay, okay,” he panted, “I’ll grab it when I go by the cottage. Forgot my basket anyway. See you around, doc.”

With a quick salute, Barlow ran off, cloak billowing behind him, still clenching the coin in a tight fist. Otto shook their head and sighed. They knew that Barlow just didn’t want them to worry - but that only made them worry more. The healer in them couldn’t help but notice red-tipped fingers, congested voices, and pallid complexions. Besides, with a harsh winter underway, a cold could very quickly rear its ugly head, turning into bronchitis, pneumonia, and even infect a person’s magic…

Otto took a deep breath. Their thoughts had run away with them - and now, more than ever, it was important to stay focused.

The doctor gathered up their scrolls, pulled their coat close, and started back to the cottage.

Perhaps a little tea would calm their nerves.

***************

“it’CHEW! CHEW!”

“Salud.”

“Ugh…thanks, doc. Snf!”

Otto looked up from his knitting to see Barlow rubbing his long, pointy ears with a pained look on his face.

“Do your ears hurt?”

Barlow put his hands in his lap. “No! Just, uh, a little itchy.”

Severin, who had been reading on the sofa across from Otto, hid a smirk behind the yellowed pages.

“Someone must be talking about you,” he drawled smugly. “Considering the way you conduct yourself, I’m not surprised.”

Instead of snapping back, Barlow still scratched at his ears. Severin slit his eyes and continued to read. He almost seemed disappointed.

“Could be thragweed,” Godric rumbled from a large wooden stool, rubbing his beard in thought, “but they usually shrivel up by the first frost. Didja see any three-leaved plants while you were out foragin’?”

Barlow shrugged, wincing as he rubbed harder. “Um…maybe?”

Otto frowned. “Be careful. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep scratching like that.”

“S-sorry, I…huh-hold on…”

Barlow buried himself in his cloak, with only his mop of red hair showing.

“hit’SHEW! Huh…it’TCHEW!”

The sprite continued to let out sneeze after sneeze, his wrinkled, pink nose only showing when he needed to come up for air. Otto got up from their chair, and they were soon holding him by the shoulders to keep him from knocking himself over.

Barlow finally finished, snuffling into his sleeve. He looked up at Otto with bleary eyes.

“Sorry, doc, I don’d dow whad’s gotten into be…”

Otto hushed him with a gentle pat, using their free hand to feel Barlow’s forehead. They clucked their tongue.

“Oh, mijo, you have a fever...”

Barlow’s breath caught, and he coughed into his shoulder. “Nah, I…I’b okay, Otto, really. I’ll be…snrk…fide in the morning. Just gotta sleep it off…”

Otto smiled gently. “Well, you’re right about one thing. A good night’s sleep is exactly what you need. And maybe a little salve for your poor ears…”

Their hand still on Barlow’s shoulder, Otto guided the sprite to his bedroom, mumbled protests and miserable sneezes trailing behind them.

***************

Barlow’s fever never grew very high - his burning ears and nose, however, kept him up for most of the night. By the time morning came, he was too exhausted to even feign health. Otto had to put him back to bed, which was only met with pitiful murmurings.

“‘M fide, doc, I…hetch’CHIIIEW!”

“Pobrecito! You sound even worse than yesterday…”

“C’mon, Otto, I…”

“I don’t want to see you out of bed today, okay, cariño? You need to rest.”

“Nngh…”

Otto and Severin split the foraging work, since their respective jobs were mostly planning and budgeting the winter ahead of them. Godric promised to keep a good eye on the patient, but that didn’t lessen the doctor’s worry any.

“I wonder how Barlow’s doing,” Otto murmured, probably for the umpteenth time since they’d begun their work.

Severin scrutinized his severely pricked thumb. “Children always carry around such nasty things. It’s a wonder he hasn’t caught the plague instead of a simple cold.”

Otto froze mid-pick, and Severin hurried to correct himself.

“Peace, my friend. It is just a cold, after all.

He grimaced.

“One I dearly hope he keeps to himself.”

They both continued to fill their baskets with berries, wiping the frost off their shiny, black skins. However, Otto’s mind continued to race.

I shouldn’t have left him. Godric only knows so much. What happens if his fever spikes? I’m a healer, I’m not supposed to leave the sick behind. Should I go back? I should go back. No, I promised Barlow I’d get his foraging done. But I can’t keep a promise if he’s dead. What if he’s already dead? What if Godric’s on his way right now to tell me? What if I’m already too late? How will we bury him, the ground is too hard. Otto, your friend has died and all you can think about is how to bury him. You must be the most selfish -

“Otto.”

Otto snapped back to reality to see Severin giving him a fierce side-eye.

“It’s only a cold.”

Otto took a deep breath. “Right. Gracias. I…I lost myself, didn’t I?”

The afternoon went by in a quiet fervor, both of them trying to fill their baskets before the sun went down. With Otto’s quick fingers and Severin’s thin ones, it was an easy job, and the managed to get back before it got too dark.

Otto wasn’t two steps through the door before they were at Godric’s heels, wringing their hands and stammering through the worries that had built up through the day.

“Are you sure…how…did he…should I…?”

The warrior just chuckled and put a gigantic, calloused hand on the their head.

“He’s on tha’ mend, doc, on the mend. Sneezin’ his head off, sure, but gettin’ better.”

As if on cue, two loud sneezes interrupted them from one of the bedrooms, followed by a mumbled curse and a few wet sniffles. Godric shook his head.

“Been like that all day, poor tyke. When he wasn’ dozin’ off, tha’ is.”

Severin took a few scrolls out of his dragon-scale satchel.

“I understand you have a more…pressing engagement. Why don’t I take the calculations tonight?”

But Otto was already on their way to Barlow’s bedside, medicine bag in tow. Severin only lifted his eyebrows and turned on his heel, setting up the many notes he had taken and a few quills on the oaken table.

“Besides,” he murmured to himself, “I don’t want to get near whatever affliction that sprite’s come down with.”

*************

Barlow was scratching at his drooping ears, which were now covered in a red, peeling rash. Otto gently pushed his hands back under the quilt.

“I know it itches, but you need to try not to scratch.”

The healer took a small glass container out of their bag, dipping two fingers into the greenish-gray ointment inside. They began to apply the salve to Barlow’s ears, taking care not to put on too much.

“Tell me when you need a break,” Otto said.

Barlow nodded, eyes squeezed shut. After a few minutes, his nostrils started to twitch, and he held up a hand.

“G-gudda…huh…!”

He jerked forward into his knees.

“hit’CHEW! hhhit’SHEW! Uh…hut’SHIEW!”

Barlow snuffled into the quilt, and Otto handed him a tissue.

“Salud.”

“Ugh…sorry, doc…”

Otto put the cork back into the glass bottle and set it on the bedside table.

“It’s alright - most sprites have the same reflex.”

“No, I beant…for…”

Barlow bit his lip, his ears drooping even lower.

“For geddin’ sick.”

Otto put a hand on the sprite’s back.

“Oh, mijo…”

“I-I didn’d mean to,” Barlow whimpered. “I…I should’ve god by coat like you told be to…and dow w-we’re - hic - gudda starve…”

Otto hushed him, pulling Barlow into an embrace and rocking him slowly back and forth.

“We will be fine, mijo,” they whispered, their voice soothing Barlow into a sniffle. “We will forage until you are better, and not a day before. That is what friends do. They protect each other, they take care of each other, and they love each other like family. And that is how I love you. Like my family.”

Barlow hiccuped, trying to speak through his tears.

“Shhh, mijo…it’s okay…”

Otto wrapped the quilt tighter around Barlow and laid him down, pushing hair damp with both tears and sweat out of his face. The sobs quieted, then dissolved into shaky breaths. Before Otto even made it through the doorway, they could hear small, congested snores coming from the pile of blankets.

*****************

Scritch scritch scritch…scriiiitch…

Harried quill scratching filled the air as Otto entered the living room, putting on their tweed coat and wool gloves. They stretched out their arms.

“Buenos días!”

Godric lifted his coffee mug as a greeting, his famous half-smile dancing over his lips.

“Well, aren’tcha bright as tha’ north star this mornin’!”

Otto beamed. Barlow had slept soundly through the night, and he was still fast asleep when they had checked on him. Not a sniffle or a sneeze came from that room.

“Severin, I was thinking we could pick up acorns today,” Otto thought aloud, buttoning their coat. “There is a beautiful place in the forest…”

Silence. The quill scratching only grew more manic. Otto glanced up.

Severin was hunched over the table, writing madly on several open scrolls, only pausing to move a few beads on his abacus. Otto went back to getting ready. Sometimes it took a while for Severin to answer if he was engrossed in his calculations. He would respond when he got to a stopping point.

After about fifteen minutes of fidgeting with their scarf, though, Otto tried again.

“From what I’ve seen, we should be ready for winter in a week, maybe less. All that’s left is the dried vegetables and a few more logs for firewood.”

Again, there was no answer. But now that Otto was a little closer, they could see why.

Severin’s eyes were inflamed and painful, as were his gaunt cheeks. His long, usually well-preened hair was matted against his forehead, with stray hairs sticking up this way and that. Thin shoulder blades came together with each labored breath. Long fingers shivered around a red quill, leaving stray marks on the parchment.

“Mi sombro,” Otto breathed.

The shadowling blinked, raising his head stiffly. Pools of sweat, shaken loose by the movement, streaked down their face.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” Severin croaked. “Have I…have I been awake…?”

Godric looked up from his mug, finally noticing the sorcerer’s state. “Stars above, lad! Ya look like hell frozen over!”

The shadowling stared straight ahead, his breath coming in ragged strains.

“Could someone…please put out the fireplace…?”

Otto clucked their tongue, putting their hands on either side of Severin’s neck. His dark eyes fluttered shut, as if with great relief.

“Mm…”

“Ay, tu cabeza,” Otto cooed, putting their hand on Severin’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Severin finally looked down at the doctor. His tense gaze was now dazed, vulnerable - even afraid.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said again, hoarsely.

Otto rubbed their thumb on Severin’s feverish cheek. “I know, cariño. I know.”

***************

It took a lot more doing to get Severin to bed than it did Barlow. Not only did he insist he was perfectly well, only warm from the unlit fireplace, but that he had seen terrifying visions outside the window.

“Their eyes, doctor…they stared into my very essence…a…a beast of some kind…we’ll be killed…”

“Shhh, my love. It’s only a nightmare from your fever. You will feel better soon.”

In the end, the only way Otto could leave the cottage was by taking a small talisman Severin had in his cloak. They weren’t superstitious, but Otto wanted to do anything they could to put the sick sorcerer at ease.

Now with one less healthy person in the group, Otto rushed to get the last of the supplies for the cold winter ahead. The first snowflakes were beginning to fall, which made finding acorns that much more difficult. Before the sun reached its peak, the ground was completely covered in a thin layer of snow. But, for once, Otto’s anxiety was an advantage.

They plowed through every task as if their life depended on it. Another of their friends falling ill had kicked their healer instinct into high gear; whenever they were fatigued or sore, all it took was a few words of the healing oath to get them going again.

“From the monsters of the cave, of the sea, of the heart,” they whispered while peeling wild wolf onions, “I shall protect and provide for those who cannot.”

As morning turned to afternoon, the light flurry of the morning became a bitter gale that howled through the trees like a hungry animal. The world was silent except for the frigid wind - all the creatures of the forest knew well enough that the winter ahead would not be kind to them.

But Otto knew nothing of this.

And so they marched forward.

It was quite past dark when Otto returned to the cottage. Much to their delight, a fire was flickering in the fireplace, and a wonderful, familiar smell lingered in the air - a mixture of tender meat and spices.

As Otto had hoped, there was a pot of stew left over the flames. The broth still bubbled with warmth, and the chicken and vegetables gave off a heavenly steam. Their stomach suddenly felt very hollow.

They hadn’t eaten all day, had they?

With raw fingers, the doctor tried their best to use the ladle, which was as big as their entire arm and weighed twice as much. Gripping the handle with both hands, they brought the brew to their lips, taking care not to burn their tongue.

A beautiful, soothing flavor poured down Otto’s throat. They leaned their head back and closed their eyes, making sure to drink up every last tasty morsel. It was a long time before the ladle was empty again.

Once they were finished, the healer felt a heaviness collect around their eyes. Finally, at long last, they could rest. The cottage was fast asleep - and now it was time for Otto to follow suit.

Sleep came upon Otto too quickly for them to retire to their own bed. Like a hound after a successful hunt, they crawled onto the sofa and curled into a ball, dead to the world before their head hit the soft cushions.

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Otto wasn’t sure how long they slept. They remembered bits and pieces of dreams, of words, or memories - but mostly a comforting darkness that lulled them into a deep drowse.

When they finally awoke, the first thing they saw was the flitting of the fire. The flame had all but burned itself out during the night. Otto rolled over, stretching and sighing with satisfaction. That was the best they had slept in several days.

They indulged themselves in a large yawn and shifted off the sofa, cringing from cold stone against their bare feet.

The cottage was still silent with sleep - not a thing stirred but the creaks and groans of the wooden beams. A frigid wind had picked up outside, and bits of snow swirled in the air.

How cold Godric must be this morning, Otto thought as they padded towards the hallway. The warrior was always up and working by first light - quite before anyone else was awake - but came back inside to drink some hot coffee and see how the preparations were going. Godric made a strong cup of coffee. One could smell it and be ready for a new day; that’s usually all most could stand without sputtering.

Today, however, there was no earthy aroma of it brewing. All Otto could smell was a hint of the stew they had eaten the night before - the husk of a beautiful, delicious dream.

The doctor peeked his head into Barlow’s room. The sprite was laying on his stomach, eyes closed and breath soft. Though they had been feeling better for the past day or so, Barlow’s nose frequently ran away with him, and was still very pink and sensitive. His upright ear twitched ever so slightly, but there was no sign of him stirring any time soon.

Severin, on the other hand, had fared much worse. Despite the many wet rags coating almost every inch of his febrile body, his breathing was still heavy and labored, and his eyes darted under closed eyelids. Bite marks covered cracking lips. Otto made sure they made little noise as they tiptoed from the doorway. Severin needed all the rest he could get.

Otto turned from his patients, a familiar heaviness weighing upon their heart. Such misery in what was supposed to be a warm season of reaping and feasting.

Perhaps it came back with them from market, or from the many travelers that take the nearby road into town. With how hard everyone had been working, and how many nights were left unslept…

Otto massaged the bridge of their nose, dashing from one possibility to the next, feeling more and more ashamed by how little they prepared, how stupid they must have been, how utterly selfish! They had been so busy with preparations that they had barely noticed that their journeymates were wasting away!

They could have done something. This was all their fault, wasn’t it? How could they be a healer if they couldn’t even keep the ones they loved safe?

Otto was roused from their guilt by the sound of harsh coughing. They peeked their head into the past two rooms, fearing that one of them had been awakened by their footsteps. However, both of them were still out cold. Or out warm, in Severin’s case.

No, the coughing wasn’t coming from their rooms, Otto realized. It was coming from the third bedroom - the one that they and Godric shared.

The door creaked open as Otto shuffled inside, already knowing the worst was yet to come.

“Doc? Is tha’ you?”

Godric was sitting up in bed, quilt wrapped around him, his chest heaving with another hacking fit. His cheeks were flushed with effort and fever. Otto went to his bedside, their heart dropping into their stomach.

“Real nice ‘a this cold to leave the healer last, eh?” the warrior joked before laying back down with a quiet groan.

Otto pushed the hair off Godric’s neck and felt his lymph nodes, which were not only hot, but terribly swollen.

“I can chop those few pieces ‘a wood, an’ then I’ll-”

“You are not getting out of this bed,” Otto said sternly. Then, with a kinder tone, “I know you want to finish your work, but you are very sick. You shouldn’t be out in the snow.”

“But how-”

“I will take care of it, cariño. Just rest.”

Godric opened his mouth to say something else, but just coughed and covered himself up with his quilt.

“Take care of yerself, doc,” he said before Otto went to check on the others. “There isn’t anythin’ I can’t do after I’m back on m’feet.”

***************

Between taking care of three sick creatures and the final preparations, Otto ran themselves ragged over the next few days. None of their friends were particularly hard to take care of - especially after Severin’s fever broke - but the heaviness of their heart continued to weigh upon them.

With no other options, they threw themselves into work.

If they chopped enough wood for an extra week, they chopped enough wood for two extra weeks. The larder was more than full. Their fingers and hands and back and everything else was sore, but they couldn’t stop for long without feeling their guilt gnaw away at them.

One frigid morning, Otto had taken to the axe, splitting wood and putting them in the shed to keep them dry. They had run out of pre-cut trunks a long time ago, so they started cutting sticks in half for kindling. Out of the corner of their eye, mid-swing, they saw a figure marching through the snow - lifting their foot high before stomping it down again with a crunch.

After a few minutes, Otto could finally see a pair of long ears fluttering in the cold wind.

“Barlow!”

The sprite grinned as he approached Otto, holding up a steaming container of something in his mittened hands.

“I got soup!” he called out, trying to move faster in the deep snow. “Godric felt a lot better today, so he wanted to try somethin’ new. It’s real good! Even Severin ate a whole bowl of it, so you know it’s gotta be great.”

Barlow sat next to the chopping block, and patted a mound of snow next to him. Otto sat down, wincing as their sore muscles twinged.

“Godric says we’re all packed up for winter,” Barlow continued as he handed Otto the food. “And we’ll even have stuff to eat in the spring, too.”

Otto didn’t answer, but tucked into the soup, not even blowing it off before putting the spoon in their mouth. Barlow thought for a little bit, then spoke again.

“Doc, Godric told me that we got more than enough food and wood to last through the winter. If you wanna come inside, we’ve got a checker game goin’…”

Otto didn’t respond, but they had started to shiver from the cold. Barlow took of his coat and draped it around Otto’s shoulders.

“C’mon, let’s get back. Everybody’s waitin’ for us.”

Barlow took Otto by the hand and pulled them up, then led them back towards the cottage. Otto trailed behind like a quivering lamb, both exhausted and numb. They couldn’t think of much else than putting one foot in front of the other.

When the pair finally got back to the cottage, a warm, cozy scene awaited them. Severin was on the couch, doing needlepoint with half-open eyes and content look on his face. Godric was above the stove, stirring a pot and putting one seasoning or another into it. The fire was blazing in a lovely orange hue that painted the scene with a beautiful glow.

While Barlow went right inside and was greeted by the others, Otto stood in the doorway, weary eyes closed, soaking up the light and warmth as much as they could.

“Doctor?”

Severin was up now, his quiet wisdom regained. Before Otto could answer, the sorcerer started to remove their soaked outer layers with quick fingers.

“If Barlow didn’t bring you here,” Severin said, “you would have worked yourself to a frozen skeleton.”

Otto suddenly jerked his head to the side.

“het’TCH! TCH! TCH’UH!”

“Many blessings, doctor.”

Severin smiled and tilted his head.

“Many, many blessings.”

Otto sniffled, rubbing their nose with stiff fingers.

“Nngh…gracias. Just a little…heh…htch’CHU!”

“Aye, I don’ like tha’ sound of that,” Godric rumbled from the kitchen, turning his head to see the sickly healer.

Otto waved their hand. “Just a li-hih-ttle sdiffle…”

“One that is long overdue, I think,” Severin said, putting the last of their wet things away.

Otto was ushered in front of the fire, still at the mercy of his nose. With each sneeze came a chorus of blessings and, if need be, another handkerchief.

“That’s a real nasty cold, huh?” Barlow commented after a particularly forceful fit. “Even I didn’t sneeze that much.”

As the day came to a close, the group all gathered on the couch, listening to the wind howling outside and treating themselves to Godric’s famous roast and sweet apple tea. Otto didn’t eat very much, but the hot tea soothed their sore throat.

“Tank you for taking such good care of be,” Otto snuffled.

Godric chuckled. “Ya care so much about us, doc. It only makes sense that we’s care an awful lot about you, ‘specially when ya aren’t feelin’ well.”

“And after you tended so well to us, may I add,” Severin said, leaning his head back.

“Yeah!” Barlow agreed, not exactly as good with words as the others, but still just as thankful.

Otto, overcome, buried their face in Godric’s side and began to cry, letting out everything that they had felt in the past few days. They wanted to stop, they wanted to explain, but it was lost in desperate sobs and hiccuping. Godric held them closer to him while the others offered quiet support until the doctor quieted.

“There ya go,” Godric said, putting a large hand on Otto’s head. “It’s gonna be alright.”

Filled with comfort and warm food, Otto quickly dozed off, and the others weren’t far behind. The only sounds were the falling of fresh snow, the crackling of the fireplace, and the snores of deep, contented sleep.

And, as winter finally settled into Harbinger Woods, they all settled down for their long winter’s rest.

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Not only do I want to dedicate this to @perfectpaperbluebirds , who gave me the prompt, but also @sneezytomatosquish , who has been feeling emotionally and physically under the weather lately. That may have changed by the time this fic is finished, but I shall gift it to you anyway. You are one of my favorite creators, but I want to create something for you for a change. You deserve it.

Get well soon!

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Assumptions [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader]

I honestly don't even know what this is. A v long one-shot? Also, the ending is not my best work, but it is what it is. I just love Chibs. So, here's approximately 4,250 words about it.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (like, literally a third of this is just smut): oral sex (M receiving), fingering, P in V sex; language

As you pulled your car into one of the few remaining open spaces of the Teller-Morrow lot, you took a few calming breaths and wiped your damp palms on your bare thighs. In the passenger seat, your best friend Luci looked over at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Unlike you, she seemed completely at home. It made sense; Luci was dating Juice, a patched member of the Sons, and she spent a fair bit of time at the clubhouse. This was the first time she had been able to successfully drag you along, thanks to your hectic work schedule.

You were excited to be attending a SAMCRO party, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t also a little nervous. A clubhouse full of rowdy bikers, surrounded by alcohol, drugs, and half-naked women? As juvenile as the thought felt, you wondered briefly what would happen if they didn’t like you. If you were unwelcome. If Luci abandoned you and then you had no one to talk to. If you embarrassed yourself somehow.

“Babe, it’s gonna be fun!” Luci said reassuringly on your right. She opened her door and hopped out. Not wanting to get left behind, you got out and followed close behind her to the front of the clubhouse, where the party was already raging.

A couple guys were inside a big boxing ring out front, beating the shit out of each other with bare fists, and a small crowd gathered around to watch. Some others were sitting at picnic tables to the left of the front door, smoking and drinking beer. You let your gaze wander, trying to take in as much of the surroundings as possible. It was mostly men around you, and most of them were wearing kuttes. There were also plenty of scantily-clad women roaming around, hanging off of the bikers. You were suddenly glad you let Luci pick out your outfit. You weren’t showing off as much as Luci in her tight black bandage dress, but your short, blue, bell-sleeved baby doll dress advertised a ton of leg and complemented your bright red lipstick. You fluffed your hair nervously as you walked past the men out front. No one really paid you any attention, which simultaneously made you feel better and worse.

Luci grabbed your hand with a reassuring look and tugged you through the door into the clubhouse. Inside, it was… chaotic, in a word. Music pulsated through the room over the chatter of a throng of people. Inside, there were more men in kuttes; standing around the pool table, crowded around the bar on the side of the room, seated at tables or on couches. There were also more women inside, sitting on men’s laps or flitting around flirting with anyone wearing a kutte. They all seemed a little drunk, all giggles and teasing touches. A few people glanced over at you and Luci as you walked in, but paid no other mind.

Luci dragged you over to the bar, squeezing her way in between two men sitting on barstools. They made space for her and greeted her cheerfully, pulling her into tight hugs and kissing her cheeks. Luci reached around for you and dragged you up beside her.

“Bobby, Piney, this is my best friend, (Y/N)!” she exclaimed, thrusting you into her spot. (Y/N), this is Piney,” she motioned towards the man on your left, who wore a nasal cannula attached to an oxygen tank. He nodded gruffly at you as Luci continued, “and this is Bobby!”

Bobby smiled warmly at you. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” he said. He had a welcoming presence and you already liked him. He had long, wild gray hair and an unkempt beard. He reminded you of a big teddy bear.

“What’ll you have?” he asked you and Luci, flagging down a guy with a prospect patch working behind the bar.

Luci leaned over your shoulder to answer Bobby. “Two whiskeys, rocks,” she said cheerfully. The prospect turned to get them as Luci squealed behind you. You turned to see Juice grabbing Luci up into a giant hug and spinning her around him. She laughed, a look of pure joy on her face. You couldn’t help but smile. You knew Luci deserved the happiness she had with Juice. Somewhere deep inside, you felt the dull tick of loneliness, but you shoved it down like you always did, and your smile didn’t even falter.

Bobby tapped your upper arm with a knuckle, handing you a whiskey.

“Oh! Thank you,” you chirped. Bobby handed Luci her drink, but she was already lost in Juice’s presence, and he chuckled at the sight of them. You couldn’t help but giggle alongside him. They were pretty cute.

Bobby turned back to you with a grin. “So, how long have you been friends with Luci?” he asked conversationally.

“Oh, god,” you snorted, “basically forever. We met in kindergarten. We actually hated each other at first, but then I punched her in the face over a boy, and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

Bobby laughed aloud. It was a good laugh, and it put you at ease. “Well, we like her here,” he said. “She’s got a good head on her shoulders. She’s good for our Juicy.”

Your smile widened as the pair moved onto the makeshift dance floor and you nodded at Bobby. “Juice has been really great for her, too,” you admit quietly. “She’s been through a lot, and he makes her really happy. Treats her right.” Bobby nodded slowly and gazed out over the crowd in the clubhouse. Your gaze followed his and you noticed a Son rising off one of the couches and approaching the bar. You turned a little more towards Bobby to study him out of the corner of your eye as he approached. The man wore all black beneath his kutte. The first thing that registered in your mind was his undeniable handsomeness. He kept his graying hair swept back from his face, but a few strands fell forward around his eyes. He also had silvery facial hair and long scars that climbed from the corners of his lips up to his cheekbones. He carried himself with an easy confidence, clapping Bobby on the back as he finally reached your bar companion.

You ducked your head and took a long swig of your drink nervously, but Bobby was already introducing you, and you glanced up with a smile, trying to mask any apprehension.

“(Y/N) here is a friend of Luci’s! (Y/N), this is Chibs,” Bobby supplied.

A blush crept slowly across your cheeks under Chibs’ gaze, but you squared your shoulders and threw him a bright smile, trying to will your nerves away. You held out your hand and Chibs shook it firmly, his hands large and calloused. You wondered unexpectedly what they would feel like on your body before you flushed deeply and glanced away from Chibs. You were suddenly reminded of just how long it had been since you’d slept with anyone, and you instructed yourself mentally to cool it. Bobby cleared his throat with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Headin’ out for a smoke,” he said to his companions. “You need anything, (Y/N), come grab me,” he added.

“Thanks, Bobby,” you said sweetly.

As Bobby made his way out the door, Chibs took the bar stool beside you and smiled. You could feel the warmth in your face, despite your desire to play it cool. Chibs�� eyes were intense and perceptive and the feeling of him watching you had your heart thumping in your chest.

He motioned to your almost-empty glass. “Wha’re ye drinkin’, lass?”

Your breath caught in your chest at the unexpected presence of a Scottish accent, and you tried to recover quickly, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of this incredibly handsome man.

You cleared your throat nervously. “Uh, whiskey,” you responded. He grinned almost approvingly and you ducked your head quickly to hide your smile upon the discovery that Chibs had dimples.

“Oi! Sack!” he called to the prospect at the other end of the bar. When he had gotten his attention, he motioned towards your glass and held up two fingers.

He turned back to you. “So, firs’ time a’ one o’ these?” he asked conversationally, gesturing vaguely towards the raging party beside them.

You nodded, tossing back the last of your drink. “Luci’s been asking me to come with for like a month,” you said with a chuckle, “but I’ve been working a ton, so this is the first time I could come out.”

Chibs’ eyes didn’t leave yours as you answered him. You liked that. He didn’t leer or openly ogle you.

“And wha’ is it tha’ ye do, darlin’?” God, that accent.

“I, uh, I own a photography company,” you told him sheepishly, but some of your apprehension abated when you realized he looked fascinated.

“So, ya do weddin’s an’ the like?” he asked as the prospect set two glasses of whiskey in front of them.

You nodded eagerly. “Weddings, milestone birthdays, maternity shoots, family photos… All kinds of shit,” you said, earning a chuckle from Chibs.

You greatly enjoyed conversing with Chibs. It felt easy. He listened attentively and appeared engaged. Periodically, you wondered if he was simply entertaining you, as you couldn’t wrap your head around what an attractive man, wearing a sought-after patch, wanted with you. But he continued to ask you questions and he seemed genuinely interested. You sat at the bar chatting with Chibs for what felt like a long time. As you spoke, you found yourself leaning closer to him, taking comfort in the low lilt of his voice. His eyes followed yours at all times, an easy smile on his lips. You realized after a while that he had begun leaning closer to you as well, his elbow propped on the bar. You saw him glance very briefly towards your crossed legs on the barstool, your skin on display as your dress rode up over the course of the evening. His eyes found his way back to yours almost immediately, not wanting to be impolite, but that glance, probably in combination with the alcohol and the long night of talking, sent heat flooding to your core. You bit your lower lip and took a chance, gently sliding your hand onto his jean-clad knee as you laughed at a story he was telling about Juice. He didn’t break stride in his tale, but you saw the hunger flash in his eyes as he registered your hand on him.

By this point in the evening, your heads were practically touching, tilted together conspiratorially as you spoke to one another. You were swooning at the scent that wafted around Chibs, a mix of leather, cigarette smoke, and good whiskey. Perhaps it was the alcohol (although, to be honest, you hadn’t had that much to drink), but you were suddenly desperate to know what it felt like to have Chibs touching you. Your earlier apprehension had been wiped away by his demeanor and company over the course of the evening. You hadn’t been with anyone in the year since you had returned to Charming, and it had been a long and lonely time. You knew that this would probably be a one-time thing, which wasn’t normally your style, but you hadn’t felt this kind of pull towards anyone in a while. Maybe it would be good for you to see it through?

So when Chibs brought his arm off the bar and placed his right hand at the top of your thigh, his thumb resting in the bend of hip, you tipped your head forward just slightly, resting it against his with a small sigh. And that, apparently, was enough for him. Chibs rose from the bar stool and you uncrossed your legs to give him space to stand between them. Both of his hands found your hips and your heart thundered against your ribcage. You bit your bottom lip and didn’t try to hide the desire in your eyes as you met Chibs’ burning stare.

“Not too old for ye, lass?” he asked, his voice tinged with such a slight edge of uncertainty that you weren’t actually positive you had heard it.

You shook your head vehemently, wanting to reassure him without openly telling him you had a thing for older men anyway. “With age comes experience,” you responded coyly. He grinned at that, his hands tightening on your hips. He grazed his nose gently against yours before capturing your lips in a soft kiss. His mustache tickled your lips and you smiled against his mouth before bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along his jaw. With that touch, he deepened the kiss, a low rumble in his throat. He snaked one of his hands up to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed into him as your tongue danced against his tentatively. He pulled away for a moment, his brown eyes on fire. You were both breathing heavily and, as embarrassed as you would have been to admit it, you were already soaking wet.

You let him pull you off the barstool and guide you gently towards the back of the clubhouse, where you had seen Juice take Luci. The dorms, you remembered. His hand never left yours, and you inspected the reaper patch on the back of his kutte as you followed him. Were you really about to do this with a Son? With an outlaw biker? Chibs pulled you into a sparsely decorated (but blessedly clean) room with a large Scottish flag hanging behind the bed and closed the door quietly behind you. You studied the need in his eyes, the comfortable set of his shoulders, and you knew the answer. Yes, yes you were.

He glowered at you hungrily, and you gripped the leather at the front of his kutte, letting your hips grind forward into his. You felt the firm grasp of his hands on your ass, still over your dress, and you couldn’t wait until he got underneath it. He brought his lips greedily to your neck, kissing and nipping and biting until you were whimpering under his ministrations. Your hands traveled from the front of his kutte to his sides, sliding them underneath his black t-shirt and caressing the soft skin there. You ran your nails lightly up the front of his chest and he shuddered slightly at your touch. As he growled against your ear, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. That seemed to send Chibs into overdrive. He gripped you tightly around the waist and hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around him, his hard length pushing against you beneath his jeans. You couldn’t help the little roll of your hips, rubbing your core against him, eager to feel him against the thin fabric of your soaked panties. He moved you to the bed before setting you down with a little bounce. His hands grabbed the hem of your dress and he tugged it over your head, tossing it to the side. He stared at you for a moment, reclining on his bed in nothing but a bra and thong, a bit of wonderment in his eyes.

You watched as he shed his kutte and pulled his boots off, then tugged his shirt over his head. Before you was a strong, sturdy man, broad in the chest. The kind of man you imagined would have no problem manhandling you in bed. The thought had you squeezing your thighs together, increasing the pressure there. You studied the strand of wooden beads around his neck and the tattoos scattered across his chest and arms, licking your lips suggestively. You were a sucker for tattoos. You sat up on the bed, scooting yourself to sit on the edge and pulled him towards you by his belt loops. He grunted and exhaled hard as you deftly unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock bobbed in front of you, hard and uncut, twitching slightly with the sound of Chibs’ breath. You gazed up at him through your eyelashes and he stared down at you almost pleadingly, his jaw clenched. You wasted no time in bringing him into your mouth, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting your tongue trace the veins and ridges along his length. He groaned and wound his hands into your hair, gripping gently. You could tell he was trying not to pull or push too hard, but you wanted to hear him make more of those delicious sounds. You took him deeper, until you were gagging and tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes. You used one hand to grip and stroke what you couldn’t reach with your lips, and the other to roll his balls lightly between your fingers. Groans and growls flew freely from Chibs’ mouth and you smirked. You had always been a little cocky about your oral skills and were glad to know you hadn’t lost your touch.

“Fuck, darlin’, if ye keep on like tha’ I’m no’ gonna las’ long,” Chibs growled, his hands moving to rest below your jaw, motioning you upwards. His alluring Scottish brogue thickened in the throes of your playtime together. You hollowed your cheeks and pulled your mouth off him with a loud pop before coming to stand before him again. He guided your lips to his, kissing you fiercely, his hands snaking behind you to unclasp your bra. As it fell to the floor, he tugged your thong off, gripping your ass forcefully, his erection pressing between your bodies. You whimpered, desperate to have him inside you. His hand slipped between the two of you and he ran his deft fingers teasingly along your folds. He touched you so lightly, so tauntingly, that you actually whined, a keening sound that flew out of your throat unbidden. He chuckled darkly, then thrust a finger into you, his thumb circling your clit firmly.

You cried out, finally getting some release for all the tension you’d been holding between your legs. You buried your face into Chibs’ shoulder, dragging your nails down his back. Your hips rocked against him and he added a finger, thrusting harder, circling faster.

“Ahh – Chibs, fuck,” you hissed, your chest heaving against his. “I need you.”

“Tell me wha’ ye wan’, love,” he mumbled against your ear, his lips ghosting over your temple. Heat expanded between your bodies where you clung to him, trying to stay upright through the waves of pleasure shooting through your abdomen.

“I – Chibs, I need you to – to fuck me,” you stammered, your brain overloaded by sensation. You ran your fingers gently along his cock, still pressed between you, and through the fog you felt the clenching of his jaw against your cheekbone. You groaned quietly as he pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, tasting you. Fire burned in your cheeks, turned on beyond comprehension, and you twisted your hips against him involuntarily.

A moment later, Chibs backed himself up the bed, coming to rest finally with his back against the headboard. He leaned over towards the bedside table, his gray hair falling into his eyes as he plucked a condom out of the top drawer. He curled a stern finger and motioned you towards him. As you crawled up the bed, he handed you the packet. You wasted no time ripping it open and rolling it down his length, gripping him firmly and eliciting a sharp hiss from him. You straddled his lap, the slickness between your thighs gliding over his cock as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands once again found a home on your ass, the metal of his rings warm now, and he gripped you tightly, guiding you upwards as you positioned him at your entrance.

Pleasured groans tore from both of your throats as you sank down onto him. He held you still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, and your foreheads grazed as you leaned in to kiss him again. You thought hazily that you might never grow tired of kissing this man. Slowly, you surged higher, then ground down again, pulling another moan from Chibs. His grip on your ass tightened as you rode him, and you were sure you’d have bruises the next day. You felt incredible. He felt incredible, filling you deliciously and hitting you in just the right spot. You tossed your head back, your hair cascading down your spine as you chased your peak. Chibs attached himself to the curve of your shoulder, his lips and teeth savoring every inch of your skin.

Your thighs burned with the effort, melding with the heat building in the base of your belly. Chibs brought a hand to the back of your head, pulling your face closer to his, his lips crashing onto yours fervently.

You rode the wave higher, quickly approaching the brink that you would happily throw yourself off of under Chibs’ care. You panted against his lips, your foreheads joined as you rocked together, words tumbling incoherently off your tongue.

“Chibs – I, fuck – almost there. Please, I need – gonna come –” you whined, the pleas snatched from your mouth unchecked.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he whispered huskily, flattening one hand against your lower stomach, his thumb pressing roughly on your clit. Sparks flashed behind your eyelids as you peaked, crying out Chibs’ name. He slowed his hand on your clit, letting you ride it out, groaning under you as he continued to thrust. The feeling of you clenching around him was too much and he snapped, burying himself deep inside you one last time, a guttural, rolling grunt erupting from somewhere deep in his chest.

You remained settled in Chibs’ lap with your arms wrapped loosely over his shoulders as you both caught your breath. Your chests heaved in tandem and Chibs traced his fingers up and down your side gently.

“Jesus, love,” he finally managed to huff out.

You gave a breathy laugh and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. As your breath evened out, you gingerly climbed off of Chibs’ lap and began searching for your clothes, your unfamiliarity with this type of situation beginning to creep in. It had been a very long time since you had had a one-night stand, and you didn’t want to overstay your welcome. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Chibs remove the spent condom and toss it into a trash can by the bed. You grabbed your dress off the floor and tugged it quickly over your head. As you circled the bed in search of your bra, Chibs watched you keenly.

“Where ye goin’?” he inquired from his spot on the bed, where he had pulled the comforter over himself.

“Oh, I just… I figured I should get going,” you answered, a flush rising to your cheeks. Was that not the right thing to do? You couldn’t imagine a scenario wherein he wanted you to stay.

You glanced back at Chibs, who was wearing a smirk that made your knees weak. “Was it that bad, love?”

Your jaw dropped and you stumbled to reassure him. “No!” you exclaimed. “No. It was – honestly, Chibs, it was amazing.” You paused, twisting your fingers nervously and staring at the floor, balking slightly at being this vulnerable. “I just figured. I don’t know. I guess, that you wouldn’t want me to stay. Just sort of a one-and-done kind of thing,” you trailed off feebly. As the words left your lips, you realized that he hadn’t actually ever given you that impression. You had just assumed. You wiped a hand over your face, even more embarrassed now.

“(Y/N). Look a’ me.”

You forced your gaze back to Chibs’ face. His eyes were soft, watching you with a small smile.

“I don’ wan’ ye to go anywhere,” he admitted. “I don’ know wha’ you’re lookin’ for, lass. Fuck, I don’ even know wha’ I’m lookin’ for.” He ran a hand through his hair, sweeping the graying strands back before continuing. “Bu’ I know tha’ I like ye. And I had fun tonigh’. So, maybe ye can come back to bed wi’ me, and we can figure the rest ou’ in the mornin’. Wha’ do ye think abou’ tha’?”

The tension that had been winding tighter and tighter in your chest suddenly unfurled, and warm relief flooded your limbs. You didn’t want to have to admit that you perhaps liked Chibs more than he liked you. You had been determined to see it through, even if it was just a one-night stand, but hearing that he was at least a little interested felt nice after such a long time alone.

Whatever was going to happen in the morning could wait, and you weren’t in any hurry to make more assumptions about Chibs anyway. So, you shot him a rueful grin and climbed back into the bed beside him, letting him slip your dress back off and pulling you into his arms.

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More Than Friends?

A Nikki Sixx smut One Shot

Prompt: You drunkenly end up in a bed with your best friend Nikki Sixx at a party. Are you more than friends after all?

Warning: sexual acts

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"There you are, Y/N!", Nikki suddenly grabbed my hand when I had been on my way to the kitchen to get myself another drink with Y/F/N. We had passed him without me even noticing it before he had pulled me back.

"Hi, Nik", I giggled: "Here I am! Where else should I be? You've been lookin for me?"

My trailer wasn't exactly big so I was kinda confused. "No not exactly", he admitted.

I looked around to Y/F/N but she had already left us alone in the hallway.

"Just haven't seen you much today", he gently turned my head back to him.

"Well...haven’t seen ya much either", I slurred and looked up to him with big dilated eyes. I had a hard time focusing due to all the alcohol and coke but keeping my eyes locked to his helped. Helped a lot.

"Curls again?", the black haired asked with raised eyebrows. "What? Oh yea...jus' uh...felt like it", I answered and started to play with a strand of my curled hair: "Sometimes I miss 'em." "Looks great." "Oh yea?", I asked and giggled: "Can somebody please document tha'?"

"What?" "You givin me a compliment", I teased him and leaned back against the wall in the hallway because standing straight just became too exhausting. Nik quickly took a step forward to close the distance I had created between us by leaning back.

"I always give you compliments!", he insisted. "Oh ya do? Like?", I asked laughing.

Before he answered he placed a hand next to my head and leaned even closer: "That you're talented." He was already so close I had to look straight up to his glassy eyes but came even closer so he was now whispering straight into my ear: "And you're hot...and you smell good...and you're sexy and-" "Are ya tryin to schmooze me, Sixx?", I laughed. "Who just complained I never give ya compliments, babe?" "I did!", I grinned up to him and realized how disappointed I was now that he had leaned further away again.

But I could still smell the hairspray, alcohol and smoke. It soothed me.

God, I was so tired. I closed my eyes for moment because keeping them open seemed too hard. I swear I had only closed them for a second when I lost balance for a moment.

"Hey, don't you dare pass out on me now", Nik laughed and held me up right with his hands on my hips.

"Not gonna, not gonna! Promise", I smiled the most innocent smile I could've possibly smiled. "Ya promise?" "Gosh, Nik...I'm just so fucked", I shook my head with a shrug. "Where didcha even get all that wine from?"

"How do you know I had wine?", I asked confused. I had just thought I'd for once have something except vodka.

"Your lips", he smiled: "They're all blue."

I am pretty sure I stopped breathing for a moment when he gently placed his thumb on my lips.

I didn't stop him. I didn't push him away. I just stared up to him and I saw it in his eyes: the moment he thought 'Fuck it'.

The kiss hit me by surprised. At least mentally because physically my body immediately replied. It was like I knew exactly how to match his movements. My body was on autopilot.

It wasn't a gentle or sweet kiss, it was filled with need and longing.

He almost violently pressed my body against the wall and I automatically wrapped my legs around him and entangled my fingers in his hair.

The sheer force of the kiss made it hard to breath, but I didn't care. Who needed to breath anyway?

When his lips left mine after a while I inhaled deeply and grabbed onto him tighter. I let out a content sigh when his lips and tongue were roaming over my neck and collar bone.

"Oh god...", I panted with my eyes still closed. "God ain't here, babe", Nik smirked against my lips before he pressed his onto them again.

I felt his hands on my butt to support and carry me, so I held onto him tighter if that was even possible. I was putty in his hands and my heart was fucking racing.

He tasted like alcohol and sin, but I loved it!

The next thing I realized was how he kicked the door to my bedroom shut behind us and pinned my back against it.

Not once did I think we shouldn't be doing this. Not once. I loved every single fucking moment of me being trapped between him and that door.

"You're so hot", Nik whispered with his lips brushing against mine. I smiled and kissed him again.

When he put me down on the bed he motioned me to lift my butt so he was able to lift my black dress over my head. He laid down between my legs and his weight on top of me felt like the most natural thing. Like he had never belonged anywhere else.

I realized that he didn't go back to kissing me so I opened my eyes confused. I looked up to him through big glassy eyes and saw him staring at me.

"What are you doing?", I asked amused, my voice being slightly raspy. "Just wanted to look at you for a moment, baby", he answered with a smirk and kissed me again.

This kiss started sweet but quickly intensified again.

I felt heat rising inside of me and a shudder ran through my entire body when I felt him hard against me.

I was caught by excitement and every inch of skin he touched felt like it was burning. His hands were fucking everywhere it almost felt too much to handle. My thoughts were spinning and I was so horribly drunk but somehow still managed to whisper: "Nik, don't..."

"What?", he asked and kissed the sweet spot behind my ear. Oh God!

He said it and I asked myself as well: What?

Why couldn't I just shut the fuck up?!

Part of me wanted this so bad. Wanted him so bad. But the other -certainly the last sober cells I possessed- knew I was just too fucked up and would regret first time happening like this. Maybe not with whom but how.

"Don't..."

"Babe, you gotta use full sentences, okay?", he told me amused. "We shouldn't..." "Are ya sayin you don't want this?"

"Not sex...", I admitted shyly and caressed his chest unable to look at him.

He froze for a moment. I knew thoughts were spinning in his head and I guessed part of him hated me because part of me hated myself as well for ending this.

"Okay", he suddenly said and kissed me again. His kisses had lost all sweetness again but now felt dirty and raw. My body immediately responded and when I felt him grind against me it became so fucking much! What was he doing??

"Nik-" "Shh relax, babe", he smirked against my lips: "not doin anything you don't want."

That calmed me and although I was hesitant I gave into him again.

"Gonna make you feel so good, dearie." I had my eyes closed so I didn't see his devilish grin but I knew it was there.

My fingers rested in his neck and pulled him closer. God, I felt addicted to his kisses. I almost drowned in his taste when a sudden sigh escaped my lips.

Nik had slowly moved my panties to the side without me noticing and now gently moved his fingers over my core.

"Fuck, so wet for me, babe..."

Oh. My. God.

Before I could do anything else he sealed our lips yet again. I couldn't protest. But I also didn't want to. Nobody had ever touched me like this, and it felt so damn good.

Nikki used my own wetness to slowly rub my clit and although I tried to stay quiet I repeatedly broke the kiss with quiet gasps for air and sweet moans.

My body was back on autopilot and my hips quickly started to move against his hand.

Without losing much contact Nik laid down on his side next to me to get a better view of my body. Before his gaze made me feel uncomfortable my eyes rolled back inside my head when he intensified the pressure. I moaned his name and earned myself a quick kiss for it.

My mouth fell open when he pushed one of his fingers inside of me without a warning. It was like a silent scream escaped my lips because I already felt so full. God, his finger felt so much bigger than mine.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Y/N!", he moaned into my ear and I had to grasp for his should because I desperately needed something to hold onto.

It couldn't stay quiet much longer. His finger inside of me, rubbing at just the right spot, and the pressure on my clit caused sweet moans to tumble from my lips.

My other hand was now clinging the sheets and my legs repeatedly trembled. This was too good to be true!

"Doin so good", he praised me and his hoarse voice right on my ear made me pant: "I think I'm-", but I couldn't even end the sentence before I came so fucking hard I blacked out for a second and it took Nik's lips to prevent me from screaming.

My entire body was spasming and waves of electricity rushed through me before I fell into a welcoming haze of exhaustion and calmness.

I felt tired and content when I finally opened my eyes lazily. Just a bit.

I found Nik looking down at me with a wicked smile. "That was amazing", I admitted quietly and gently moved a hair strand from his face: "Thank you..."

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