#My music taste is all over the fuckin place

[rattusn0rvegicus]

I was tagged by @howlwiththerain! Honorable mentions: Cavetown, Joji, Busdriver, Breaking Benjamin, Weezer, B.o.B., The Killers, Within Temptation, Regina Spektor, Powerwolf, AJJ, Mother Mother, Alt-J, Sammus,  Starset, The Quiet Company, milo/R.A.P. Ferreria, The Postal Service, Pendulum, aaand uh. Undertale music. I like Too Much music and could not fit it all on the page so those were just the first that came to mind/the ones I’ve listened to the longest and/or most lately!!

Anyways. Tagging @georgekirrin @gieryton @astriiformes @reticent-artificer @salem-speaks @melon-arts(or whatever ur main blog is) and @sherokutakari. Though if you weren’t tagged and want an excuse to do this, feel free :3

#sorry all i like is weird metal and rap </3 #ok that's a lie my music taste is all over the fuckin place

[mcpuliotjr]

tagged by my bestie @sehyoonz againnnnn 💞💞💞💞💞 thank u for giving me attention hdhdh

rules 🎶 :: when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag people (im lazy shhh)

politai by johny romana ft connectr

autopilot by purple kiss

item by stray kids

numi da pace by firma

boss by the correspondents

#my taste in music is all over the place but im owning it #thank u again miha i fuckin love u!!!!

[astralnymphh]

i can so vividly see a music listening session taking place in jackson!ellie's garage–bedroom–thangg on her bedddd lying flat and gazing blankly at the ceilanggggg and like— she's got one headphone in, you the connecting one, and it'll just autoplay a cassette you brought n stuck in her chunky built walkman, and a certain song will play that you aren't all that into, least favored of the album— but her raspy voice sounds heavy in your free ear, "this songs' pretty good babe, like you got some fuckin' good taste." casually, and you reply monotone, "eh, ts' not really my favorite—", ellie instantly clears up, "yeah, it's not thaat great— like the, um— strings sound a bit awkward and the beat it's— yeah ll' just stop talkin'." being so fucking awkward about it, but you adore that weird part of her— and the fact she dropped her opinion dead like a fly for you. one, a.k.a you, can only imagine the jerk of her messy brows on each word spoken, and how flickery her pupils must be doing that silly little scratchy scratch beneath the rise of her bottom eyelid, n' a small shake of her head, cursing herself a, "fuckin' idiot." so so silently. goddess, i loave her. ♡

this is such an after–sex moment too like ellie going from dumb–in–love confessing how fucking deep you've plowed your way into her heart and changed the way her thoughts function for the better n' how she's gonna slip a gem of joy upon your finger one day with her groin pounding pussy 2 pussy— to being a fucking dork. oh yeah, n' i can totally visualize her worming back over cherry pout puckered to snog your mouth the moment a song about kissing comes on, "come onn, perfect song don't leave me hanginggg." so faeking corny bru

(img from grifynt on pinterest)

#ellie williams #⊱🦷.•aestra talks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #lesbian #sapphic #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams concept #ellie smut #tlou ellie #jackson!ellie

[bunnys-kisses]

bred - a (small) john 'soap' mactavish fic

John just thought you were perfect. Perfect in the way that those nice old statues in the National Museum were perfect.

He had tried every pick up line in the book. But after a few too many laughs, you tumbled into bed with Mister Mactavish himself. And, he was quite the lover.

You were in his quarters after a few too many beers, you were grinding against him while he was playing music off of his phone. He had his strong arms wrapped around you. This whole 'relationship' only started a few weeks ago, but he couldn't keep his hands off of you. You had a feeling he was a little obsessed with you, evident by his erection pressed up against your back as he held you.

He loved the feeling of your ass up against his pants. Eventually he dipped his head down and kissed your neck with his hands grabbing your breasts.

”I want you.“ He said, ”I want to breed ya. Aye? Ya want that? Want my little brats runnin' around, causin' ya problems.“ His accent sounded thicker the most he got aroused.

You turned to face him, your head swam a little from the sight of him. You giggled and pulled away from him. You put your beer down on the desk and said, ”Then why don't you come and get it?“

He licked his top lip and took a long sip of his drink before he went over to you. He placed his drink beside yours and looked down at you.

”Ya better watch yer tongue.“ He said, ”Don't wanna bite off more than ya chew.“ He leaned down to you and pulled you closer to him by your chin, ”Because if you bite, I'll bite right back.“ Then pulled you in for a searing kiss.

You reached out for him and held onto his shoulders tightly. Your heart leapt from his words. There was something about that accent that brought a chill up your spine.

”Do ya want it?“ He asked. His breath smelt like the cheap beer you were drinking. He went in for another kiss as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

His hands went to your ass where he grabbed at the cheeks. He groaned into the kiss as he got more erect. He loved how you tasted on his lips. When he pulled away and looked down at you, he saw your beautiful eyes gazing up at him.

Fuck he wanted to breed you.

”Yer nothin' but a dumb little slut. A good hole I get to breed.“ His words were venom on his tongue. He watched you grow more flustered from his harsh words. He brought his hands to his belt, ”Now be a good lass and get on the bed. I'd rather ya have somethin' comfy under yer head while I rearrange your organs. He chuckled.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but his words made heat run through you. It was arousing to be talked to like this, while you hated it in your day to day on base, to hear the sergeant talk to you like this was a turn on.

He watched you get your clothes off, you stumbled over yourself a few times and he had to reach out to steady you. He chuckled, “Don't fall over now.”

You looked at him once more, “Please, John.”

He kissed your neck, pulling you close to him. You hands found his dark hair and you held on as he kissed at your chest.

  “Good girl.” He chuckled, “My good girl.” Then brought you over to the bed, he picked you up with ease and placed you on top of the covers.

You were naked, he was still clothed. But, you could still make the outline of his thick cock through his fatigues. He placed his hands on his hips and your eyes met.

  ”Like what ya see, baby?“ He chuckled. He smiled at you with all of his teeth and then started to undo his best, ”Because I like what I'm lookin' at. Soon you'll be fat with my kids.“ He took his cock out and stroked it gently, then added, ”Leaky tits and a big belly. I'd still be fuckin' ya. I wanna see it bounce.“

You whimpered and let yourself be moved. He wasted no time plunging himself into you. You both moaned and he leaned over you and kissed you on the lips.

His hands were rough on your hips and you felt his cock in the back of your throat. You moaned out loud but he quickly silenced you with another searing kiss.

The sound of sex filled the room as he bruised your cervix. He was serious about getting you pregnant. The thoughts of you carrying his child made his cock twitch inside of you and his balls feel heavier.

He pressed his forehead against yours as he hoisted your knees to your chest and continued with a brutal pace. It was as if he was trying to fuck you through the mattress.

  ”Ya like that?“ He purred, ”Ya like how I take ya? Fuckin' makin' ya mine forever.“ There was a roughness to his voice as his cock bruised your pussy.

  ”Shit, Johnny!“ You whimpered as he continued to thrust against you. You clutched onto his strong shoulders. He made you feel so small against him.

  ”Yeah, scream my name.“ He purred.

His dog tags gleamed in the low light of the room. You felt the pleasure and the alcohol got to your brain, practically short circuiting you.

It wasn't enough to hold onto his shoulders, soon you hands your hands in the covers, attempting to use it as support while he fucked your thoroughly. Even if he doesn't get you pregnant tonight, it was certain that his cock was going to change the shape of your hole.

To only fit him.

You panted wildly as you felt pleasure in your body. You were going to get bred, he was going to finish inside of you with the hopes of knocking you up.

You were going to be his wife and the mother of his MANY children. You hoped that you looked good in an apron.

He held your hair and made you look him in the eyes. His blue eyes were clouded with lust. His tongue practically hung out of his mouth with a primal need to breed.

And you were going to be the one he finished inside.

  “Johnny, ah!” You moaned.

He chuckled, ”I like how ya sound, music to my ears.“ His voice was low and came from deep in his chest.

You moaned, “Breed me!”

  “With pleasure.” He yanked your hair and pushed your knees further against you. He watched you claw at the bed which only fueled him.

Yeah, you'd look nice with bigger tits and a new round belly. John was a big baby, but you didn't need to know that. You'd find out with time how big the Mactavish's can get.

The thought however felt like a punch to the chest and got his blood pumping. He felt like he was relying on instinct. Something deep that not even military training could get out of him.

He saw a pretty girl, you shared a few drinks and now he was balls deep inside of you. His cock was practically bruising your poor cervix.

He groaned through grit teeth. He swallowed back the pleasure he felt in the back of his throat as he got a hold of your hips once more and practically had your legs fully in the air as he thrusted down into you.

The perfect angle to make sure every drop takes. Hi head swam the more he fucked you. You weren't fairing much better with no noise coming out of your mouth, it only hung open as you gasped for air.

  “Good girl, good fuckin' girl.” He groaned, “You better not waste a drop or we're goin' again until you learn.” His words were dangerous, but you were so lost in your pleasure that you could barely comprehend what he was saying.

Then with a few more head thrusts, you both climaxed at the same time. You squirmed under him but it was hard to move anywhere with him pinning you down.

He reached for your hands and held them tightly as he came. He leaned over you and kept your hands above your head. Those sharp eyes looked down at you.

He smiled, “That's the face I wanna see. Fuck outta yer mind.” He pinned you further down by your hands and pushed his softening cock into you, "Let's see if we can go another round...Who knows, maybe another two.“

#bunny writes #bunny drabbles #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #soap mw2 #mw2 #cod art #cod #modern warfare #call of duty #john mactavish x reader #drabble #cod smut #cod x reader

[dollsbakery]

Advent Calendar Door One: ‘Mrs Claus’s Cookies’ - Bakugou x Reader

TW: Light Role-play (One Mention), Light Bondage, Jealousy, Fingering, Pet Names, Praise, Name Calling, Fluffy Smut.

Bakugou gets jealous when his friends ogle his girlfriend, and obsess over her baking.

You're in the Christmas spirit, armed with a piping bag filled with vibrant icing in every shade imaginable. As you delicately squeeze the icing onto your homemade Christmas cookies, your artistic side takes over. Intricate patterns of snowflakes, reindeer, and candy canes come to life on the surface of each cookie. The room is filled with the irresistible scent of warm vanilla and freshly baked treats. With every stroke of your brush-like tool, you add a touch of magic and whimsy to each cookie. It's a delightful and enchanting experience that brings joy to your heart and taste buds. You can't help but feel proud of your edible masterpieces. Humming along to the cheerful Christmas music, you sway your hips side to side, feeling ever so confident in your perfectly fitting Mrs Claus dress. The vibrant color adds a festive touch, while the intricate details and sparkling embellishments make you feel like the star of the holiday season. As you twirl around, the soft fabric gracefully moves with you, creating a sense of elegance and excitement.

As you're busy making Christmas cookies in the kitchen, Bakugou stands by, captivated by the sight. His eyes follow your every move as you expertly decorate every individual festive cookie. The sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air, and he can't resist sneaking a taste of the left over cookie dough when you're not looking. You catch him in the act and playfully scold him, but he just smiles mischievously. He watches with anticipation as you carefully decorate each cookie, adding colorful icing and sprinkles. The joy on your face is contagious, and he can't help but feel lucky to have you. Bakugou’s typically scowling face relaxes for a moment.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ He ponders, blushing as he watches you finally place the final cookie down.

“Can I have one?”

You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Not yet Suki! You’ve gotta wait like all the others do! Besides, you need to go get dressed into your matching costume!”

God, your smile is contagious.

Bakugou pouts, shivering at the thought of his matching Santa costume. Although the sentiment is cute, he knows his friends will never let him live this down.

As you're busy checking over each Christmas cookie to make sure they are all perfect in the kitchen, Bakugou's friends walk in, their jaws dropping at the sight of you. They can't help but oggle at your stunning beauty, their eyes lingering on every curve and feature. Their playful banter and compliments begin to make Bakugou's blood boil with jealousy. He clenches his fists, his competitive nature kicking in as he silently challenges them for your attention. The room feels charged with tension as his gaze never leaves you, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability evident in his eyes. Surprisingly, you don’t even acknowledge Denki and Sero’s appearance. Well, Mineta too but he isn’t really anyone’s friend now, is he?

Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over to his friends, mumbling and grumbling as he does.

“What do you extra’s want?”

“Hey now! We just wanted to see how Y/N’s cookies were coming along! Everyone knows her baking skills are to die for.” Denki drools at the thought of Y/N’s festive cookies, subtly glancing at the baker as he does.

“She looks good. Red’s a good colour on her.” Sero innocently comments, snickering as Denki looks the unsuspecting girl up and down.

Denki's gaze lingers a little too long on your gorgeous self, Bakugou's jealousy ignites like a firecracker. He explodes, yelling at Denki for daring to ogle his girlfriend.

“STOP FUCKIN’ PERVIN’ OVER MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FAT VIRGIN! I’LL KILL YOU.”

The room fills with tension as Bakugou's anger reverberates through the air. His protective instincts kick in, and he's ready to defend his territory. But amidst the chaos, you stand there, a calming presence, reminding him that you're his and his alone. Bakugou growls and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the waist gently and guiding you away from the staring men and towards Bakugou’s dorm.

…

“Her ass is so plump…” Mineta drools. Even Denki cringes at his comment.

“Your fuckin’ weird dude.. but, not wrong.” Denki shrugs, as Sero cackles at his sudden switch.

…

Bakugou, fueled by his jealous outburst, takes you by the waist and leads you to his room. The air crackles with tension as he paces back and forth, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But you, being the calming force in his life, step closer and gently place your hand on his arm. Your touch has an instant effect, as his fiery gaze softens, meeting your eyes.

“Pay them no attention Suki. You’re the only man I want, hm. You know that! Besides, I’ll always be your personal baker!” You giggle.

With each word, you reassure him of your love and loyalty, reminding him that he's the only one who holds your heart. Gradually, his tense shoulders relax, and a sense of peace washes over him. In that moment, you both find solace in each other's presence. Each day that passes makes Bakugou truly appreciate you more and more. You understand his fiery temper. Instead of getting mad at him, you have this incredible ability to calm him down. Your understanding and patience mean the world to him. You're like a soothing balm to his explosive nature, and he's grateful to have you by his side.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stand when other guys look at you in a way only I should.”

Your gaze softens, as you raise a hand to rub his cheek.

“Don’t apologise Suki, we all get jealous. I get jealous sometimes too! The main thing is we both trust each other and know nobody and nothing will ever come between us.”

Bakugou smiles. Softly, he looks down into your eyes and pulls you closer to him by your waist. He looks at you with that one look you’re oh so familiar with. Gently, you nod your head, a silent signal you want him too.

“Hold on, i’ve got something I wanna try.”

Bakugou lets go of you for a moment and turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a lengthy rope. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he takes your hands and gently clasps them behind your back. His usually intense gaze softens as he looks into your eyes, his touch conveying a mix of protectiveness and vulnerability. In that moment, you can feel the depth of his emotions, his trust in you, and his desire to keep you close. It's a silent gesture that speaks volumes, reminding you of the deep connection you share. Expertly, he begins wrapping the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly. He pulls the rope up and over your shoulders, then wrapping them under and over your chest. Finishing his work off with a tight knot, which leaves the rope ending wrapped around your waist, he takes a step back to admire his work.

“Fuck..” He mutters.

“You look so perfect like that”

Blushing intensely, you avoid making eye contact with your typically explosive boyfriend. With a gentle but firm hold, he grabs your face by your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“Be a good girl for me, hm? You gonna obey my every word like a good little slut?” He taunts.

“Yes Sir.” You confidently reply without hesitation.

Bakugou grins and he sits himself on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him and placing you firmly on his lap. He taps your inner thigh, signalling for you to spread your legs. And you do. Obediently, you rest your head back against his shoulder and place either leg over either of his knees, leaving your core exposed.

You can feel the heat of his body against your back, and the rapid beating of his heart matches yours. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he begins to caress your exposed skin with feather-light fingertips.

With a soft and seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His words are a symphony of desire, painting vivid images in your mind and awakening a fire within you. As he speaks, his hands explore every inch of your body, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

His touch grows bolder, his fingers tracing the contours of your curves, teasing you. With each caress, he draws you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. The ropes that bind you become a symbol of trust, allowing you to let go completely and immerse yourself in the pleasure he bestows upon you.

Bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle nips along your sensitive skin. His mouth explores every inch of you, marking you as his own. The sensations overwhelm you, and you gasp for air, losing yourself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.

His hands continue their journey, skillfully slipping down into your skirt, as he begins to rub your clit with soft, quick motions.

As the intensity builds, your bodies move in perfect synchronization, as you begin softly moaning his name. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Bakugou's passionate whispers of adoration and encouragement fuel the flames of your passion, pushing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Bakugou begins to move faster, bringing you to the edge as he quickly moves his fingers away, earning a disappointing whine from you.

“Awh what’s wrong? Was Mrs Claus about to cum? Hm? Let me make it up to you Princess” Bakugou growls and he pulls your panties to the side and stuffs two thick fingers inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moan his name out loud.

With every moan, he pumps harder and faster, his movements never stopping.

“Atta’ girl, cum for me. Cum for me baby, cmon I know you can do it.”

“F-FUCK! KATSUKI!” You cry out, legs shaking as you finally cum all over his fingers.

Finally, the world around you fades away as waves of pleasure crash over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your bodies tremble in unison as you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and in that moment, you are eternally connected, bound not only by ropes but by a love that knows no limits.

As you come down from the heights of pleasure, Bakugou holds you close, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. In his arms, you find solace and contentment, knowing that this intimate journey you shared has only deepened the bond between you. And as you drift into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but smile, grateful for the passionate love that has set your soul ablaze.

…

As the ropes loosen, Bakugou's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. His voice, laced with a soothing tone, reaches your ears.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm gonna untie you now, but take your time. I'm right here."

With gentle precision, he untangles the knots, his fingertips grazing your skin with utmost care. As each restraint falls away, a sense of relief washes over you. Bakugou's voice remains a constant presence, offering words of reassurance.

"You did amazing, Y/N. I'm proud of you." You softly smile and hum.

Once you're free, he guides you to a cozy space he's prepared in advance. Soft pillows and blankets await, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. Bakugou's hands, warm and comforting, guide you to sit or lie down, ensuring your utmost comfort.

With a gentle forehead kiss, Bakugou leaves you alone in his bed for a moment before returning a few minutes later, now paired with a tray with a glass of water and a plate of your favorite snacks, a thoughtful gesture to nourish your body after the intense experience.

"I thought you might need these," he says with a soft smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.

Bakugou's touch lingers, his hands tracing soothing circles on your back, easing any lingering tension.

"I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too Suki.”

As time passes, he continues to provide the aftercare you need, whether it's a gentle massage, stroking your hair, or simply holding you close. His words of affirmation and encouragement create a safe space where you can fully relax and let go, knowing that he cherishes and understands your needs.

In this moment, surrounded by warmth and care, you realize just how fortunate you are to have someone like Bakugou by your side. His unwavering support and tender aftercare make you fall in love with him all over again.

After some rest, Bakugou picks up his Santa costume and sits on the edge of his bed, beside you.

“I suppose I should go change for the Christmas Party now, huh?” He scoffs playfully. You reply with a smile, and a simple nod.

“Go get ready Suki, I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us and my cookies!” You giggle.

#mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #smut

[lavishl0ve]

Hi guys this is the standalone fic I’ve been working on that i had done a poll about earlier last week! it’s slightly longer but enjoy 💋🫶

! NSFW !

I linked the song below used in this story if you aren’t familiar with it.

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I plant my ruby red heels on the hard pavement outside the glowing bar ravenging with music, I emerge from the car, a cold breeze blowing past me. I turn the corner, my stiletto clicking against the stone, there he is leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand.

“Hey you,” He speaks, “been waitin’ on ya.”

I give him a small smile, “But I’m worth it right?” I tease as I bounce walking towards him.

He scoffs putting out his cigarette, “Ladies first.” He motions opening the front door.

“Such a gentleman- thank you Johnny.” I playfully imply.

He dips his head down, laughing. I walk in, the place filled with reds, greens, blue, purples, any color you name it’s probably there. The pungent stench of alcohol whiffs from the bar, to be expected. I feel Johnny place his hand on my right shoulder, excusing himself as he walks past me toward a booth in the corner. I followed him shortly. The seats are velvet, I feel myself melt into the cushions. I run my hands over them constantly (They're sooo soft). The waitress strides over notepad in hand.

“Hi guys, what can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll take a whiskey, neat.” He glances toward me.

I raise my elbows onto the round table supporting my face with my hands, “Anything sweet is fine.” I smile.

She nods and walks off, ponytail swaying.

“Whatcha’ been up to Darlin’?” Johnny asks, leaning back.

I fiddle with my fingers, “Not much, helping Daddy around the house, you know. The usual.”

He nods, “Father like me any better yet?”

My dad had never approved of Johnny, I stopped mentioning him although I know he knows I still meet with him, but I couldn’t say that.

I give him a small frown, “Sorry.”

“That’s all right, I’ll take you for myself if I need to.” He smirks.

I blush, all of Johnny's remarks are always so possessive, yet he’s never said anything about us. He knows there’s something there. I’m just waiting for him to make a move.

The waiter paces back, four drinks on an metal tray. She passes Johnny his, the smell smacks me in the face. I gag slightly. I’ve never liked alcohol, let alone the taste that coats your mouth. The lady passes me a red drink, it fizzes bubbles with a cherry on top. I thank her. Johnny watches me as he drinks the whiskey, he has no reaction. I’d be cringing, how the hell does he do it?

I take a sip from the curly straw in my drink, the bubbles pop in my mouth. It tastes like cherry cola. I take a moment.

“You ain’t drinkin’ it?” Johnny chimes.

“I will. Can’t drink too much at once.”

Johnny swallows the last of his whiskey, “Don’t cha’ tell me you’se a lightweight?” he teases.

I roll my eyes. I challenge him, chugging the glass. The fizz pools in the back of my throat. God that was a bad idea, yet I raised my eyebrow toward him proving that I wasn't a “lightweight” (although I totally am). Johnny chuckles as he calls the waiter for another round, then another, then another.

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Another. And another. I watch her continuously downing each drink. Damn she’s persistent but she ought’ to give up soon enough. 5th drink. 6th drink. 7th drink. I stop at the eighth. She’s a fuckin’ mess. I pull the drink away from her, she reaches back out for it completely missing the neck of the glass.

“Johnny…” She whines, “I can do it.”

“Naw sweetheart, you’se messed up enough.”

“Ugh.” She groans, “You ain’t no fun.”

“I guess so.” I chuckle at her.

Her eyes flutter from the flashes of the lights, she’s staring at me, maybe doubled. I ain’t never seen er’ like this, so giggly, so… intoxicated. She exclaims and suddenly rises from the booth walking towards the stage. I watch from afar as she whispers into the band's ear. Music starts playing. Johnny Guitar. She was toying with me. We can play this game. I laugh as I get comfortable for the show against the booth. She walks up towards the mic, taps it once then chuckles. Anticipating applause erupts from the booths around. I stay locked on her. She moves her hips to the light beat, her black dress sways like liquid. She holds onto the microphone pulling her red lips close, the beat plays, she speaks.

“Play the guitar… play it again, my Johnny~”

The words roll off her tongue like butter. Soft and pristine, I lean forward, eyes still locked, observing her. She continues, the crowd is silent, listening.

“I was always a fool~ for my Johhny.” She sings.

She maintains eye contact whilst singing, I nod slightly. The way my name flows off of her ignites something. Something bad. A small smile erupts, and she begins to step down the stage. One foot after another, She circles around the floor, stopping a table every now and then, dragging her fingers along them. Twirling, her voice is gentle. So gentle… like her.

“…if you’re cruel, you can be kind~”

No I can’t. Hunger brews deep in my stomach. Perfect, stupid prey walking straight into my trap. Stopping at my table, she leans in closer mere inches from my face. I fight the urge to devour her right here. She raises the microphone.

“There was never a man~ like my Johnny…” She closes.

I stare at her, earning her gaze in return until the audience begins applauding again. Her scent lingers within the tension of the air. The moment of the kill. But she pivots on her heel, turning and giving a slight bow. Her dress almost exposing her as she walks off toward the bathroom.

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We just stare at each other. His eyes grow dark, hungry like a wolf expecting something. My stomach curdles, oh god I feel sick, did I really just do that? Me on stage? Serenading Johnny. I run off. The music ringing in my ears fades, I spot the bathroom towards the secluded part of the bar. My savior. I need to collect myself. As I go to grip the handle someone grabs my wrist. The hand is smooth. That wasn’t Johnny's hand… I turn.

“Hey lady, you put on quite a show.”

The man had blonde hair, looked slightly older, a blue shirt..? Maybe purple…? It constantly changed shades or maybe that was just me.

“Uhm… thanks?” I question rubbing my pounding head.

“Say… wanna come with me?”

“Huh- what are you-?”

“Cmon’ I’ll make it worth your time.” he brushes my arm.

My vision fogged, “Johnny?” I called.

The man speaks but his voices echos out. He pulls me towards himself by my hips.

“..No.” I groan trying to push him away.

“Don’t play hard to get baby.” He pushes his face closer, he stenches of cheap beer.

I gag from the smell. My stomach turns again.

I make another effort, “…stop.” His grip is firm, his other hand moving up my leg.

Fuck. I don’t feel good. Alcohol overtakes my senses, I throw up on him.

I immediately sober up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He yells.

He grips my arms hard, I scream. Not like this. Please God. Smashing me against the wooden bathroom door, I fall to the ground, head ringing, Silhouettes fill my vision as I groan in pain. Pick yourself up Y/N.

“Johnny..?”

He stands there towering over that man who's now on the ground, his knuckles covered with blood. Not his blood. I peek around Johnny's broad frame, the man is painted red. His face a mix of crimsons, and flesh colored tones. If you can even call it a face anymore… I looked up at Johnny still spread on the floor, his breathing heavy. Fists clenched he turns and looks at me. Tears fill my eyes, none of this was supposed to happen tonight. He lifts his boot up.

“Johnny! No-“ I reach out.

His boot makes contact with the man’s skull. The thud echoes in my head. If he was breathing he wasn’t anymore. I begin to dissociate, eyes wide, tears streaming down my face. Johnny reaches for my hands helping me stand. My gaze lingers on the body.

He cups my face with his blood stained hand, “You alright Darlin’?”

I open my mouth, still focused on the man. No words escape, I can’t find a single letter at all. I just lean into him. His breathing becomes an anchor for mine.

I mumble against his chest, “I was so scared,”

Looking up at Johnny he now holds my face with both hands. He stares.

“I thought he was gonna-“

He cuts me off, “Ain’t nothing’ to be afraid of anymore.”

I nod lightly. He brushes his thumb over my cheek, I see the blood transfer.

“Go clean yourself up. I’ll drive ya home.”

I nod again, “Okay…”

I push the door open to the bathroom looking back once at Johnny. I’d never seen this side of him. But he protected me right..? Maybe he went too far? My mind is in shambles. Leaning over the sink I look up. Mascara runs down my face, the blood stains my pink cheeks. I run paper towels under the faucet, wiping up my mess. Not as good as when I first came in but it’s okay. I take a deep breath and walk out. The body is gone. That only means two things. I don’t want to think about it. I look into the bar, no sign of that man. It’s too much, I can feel the panic surging once more. I exit from the back door. Johnny stands against the brick wall, another cigarette in hand. I look towards him.

“Ready?”

He’s so nonchalant about the whole situation. Was he used to this? I nod. A few moments pass. His eyebrows furrow, spitting out his cig he walks toward me trapping me between the wall and his body.

“You aw’fully quiet.” he drags.

I swallow, “Did you…kill him?”

Did I want to know the answer? Probably not. Maybe I already knew. He starts shaking his head dismissing the thought, then leans closer.

“You gon’ keep quiet? Or do I have to make you?”

My eyes widen at his threat while he trails his gloved hand along my jaw. His other hand starts trailing up my hip.

“Hm?” He growls.

I stare at him once more, his eyes brew, locked onto me like a wolf who had found his dinner. My stomach flips. Cold metal makes contact with my chin, I look down. A skinning knife is wedged in his hand. He trails the blade down stopping at my jugular. He presses slightly. He tilts his head looking for a response. My mouth dries. He presses again, breaking a light layer of skin, collecting the small drops of blood on the tip of his knife. His eyes rip me open as he licks the blood off slowly. He breathes in deep.

“Johnny-“ I gasp.

“Shhh~.” He shushes me, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

Iron invades my taste, throwing my mind into a spiral.

He drags his lips to my ear, “You gon’ be silent for me.

“Right sweetheart?”

I bite down slightly on his leather gloves nodding my head in fear.

“Good girl.”

He then moves down towards my neck where he had made the incision. My breath shakes as he begins sucking each ounce left like a starving vampire. Small cries escape my mouth.

He stops, lips hovering over the cut, ”I thought chu’ was gon’ stay quiet for me.”

His breath is hot.

“Yes- Johnny.” I take a deep breath, “Yes.”

He gazes at me as his hands trail up higher inside thighs, eventually making their way to my panties. He strokes me once then again. I cover my mouth to prevent sound from escaping. He lets out a small chuckle. He removes his gloves with his teeth, meeting them back downwards on me. He slips two fingers through the light fabric of my underwear and works his way into me, coating his fingers along the way. His digits move faster, I clench my mouth harder as my knees weaken slightly. Johnny presses his body against me harder to support me. The bulge in his pants grows harder. I stare at him, almost pleading. Nothing is in his gaze, just darkness. He pulls his fingers out, licking the juices coated on them, almost savoring them. I breathe deep again. He brings his knife towards the V-neck of my dress, cutting downwards in one smooth swipe, exposing my bra. He shortly after slides the knife under the band. Another swipe. Johnnys drags the blade along my chest, teasing, or threatening…? Then, another incision under my collarbone, yet this one he digs in harder, dragging the blade along slowly. My eyes start watering. He looks at me expectantly, thinking I'll make noise. Blood runs down my chest. He looks for a moment longer, a small smirk appearing before he goes back down to the incision, running his rough tongue along the dripping liquid, meeting his way to my nipple. He inserts his fingers back into me, working faster, sucking, bleeding me dry. I press my hand farther into my face, I grip Johnny's hair with my left. Soft sobs muffle into my mouth, he doesn’t say anything.

Johnny emerges from the incision, “I love watchin’ you bleed.”

Mouth stained with blood, his eyes glistened with an insatiable hunger. An intense gaze that seemed to pierce through the shadows, seeking sustenance and desire as he unbuckled his belt. He slowly removes my hand,

“…Johnny.” I exasperate.

“You gon’ be so good for me Darlin’.”

“Just chu’ wait.”

He rips a piece off of my dress, gagging me with it. He suddenly grips my hips, turning me the opposite way, I shriek as my breasts make contact with the frigid brick wall. I arch my body back avoiding any contact, Johnny then thrusts into me banging me back into the wall. I moan in pain, gripping the loosening bricks, stabilizing myself. My nails dig into the hard material, yet deep enough to make a mark. Johnny's continuous thrusts throw me against the wall as I press back into him hoping for some type of warmth. He’s deep, consistent, picking up his pace every few minutes. Stretching me out I can’t help but cry out for each pound he takes into me, every single one digging deeper and deeper until I feel like I'll split open. He tugs my head back by the knot of the gag he’d tied. I try locking eyes with him, my vision teary.

“You feel fuckin’ perfect around me.’” He growls.

His lips meet back at my neck, My screams muffled as he digs his canines inwards. Biting down as he thrusts, my skin rips at the resistance, blood seeps and Johnny relishes in it. My vision fogs, the pain gnaws at the edges of my being. A symphony of agony, discordant and unyielding, mixing with the cascading of warmth that courses through my senses. Blissful serenity sends my eyes backward. Darkness fogs my vision, my knees fall, the only thing keeping me standing is Johnny's hard body. He uses his right arm to grip my waist, the warm touch invading my nerves. I throw myself back into him wishing for more. I gush out as his pace begins to slow, he exits, parting ways with our bodies. I drop to the ground, breathing heavy, eyes dimming Johnny leans over me.

“You lost quite a lotta’ blood sweetheart.” he chuckles.

I groan lightly, reaching out towards his fading figure. Then everything goes dark.

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Johnny's arms wrap around your hips, carrying you toward his truck over his shoulder. Placing you in the passenger’s seat, he ties together your hands and legs with rope.

“Had a whole lotta fun with you.” he mocks, “Too bad you’se too pretty to go to waste Darlin’.”

He lights another cigarette before stepping into the driver's side, taking the same dirt path back toward the ranch.

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[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.4

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa (OFC)

Warning: They get naked. Mostly.

Sy could feel the music of the club in his chest as they pulled up, Annalisa having invited him to come along. It wasn't his scene, but he wanted to be around her, even if she was working. They were both dressed simply, Sy still in his tshirt and jeans, Annalisa wearing a dark button up and flouncy black skirt that hit her mid thigh. They stuck out among the leather and fishnet of the other patrons as they wove through them towards the bar, Annalisa holding his fingers behind her.

“Ethan!” She called out as they reached it and the bartender came over. “This is Sy. His drinks are comped.”

“You got it, boss.” Ethan said.

“I have to work, but I'm not abandoning you, I promise.” She said, turning to him and he pulled her in, his hands at her low back.

“I know.” He said, “And just so you know.” He leaned in, his lips moving over her cheek to her ear. “I love you in this skirt.”

“We'll explore just how much later.” She said and he grinned, pulling back only so much to press his lips to hers, feeling her fingers at his neck.

“Go make that money.” He said and she pressed another quick kiss to his lips before pulling away, disappearing through the crowd.

“And now I know why you got the VIP treatment.” Ethan said with a snort.

“She do that a lot?” Sy asked, sliding onto a stool, but he shook his head.

“You're the only one I know of.” He said, “What can I get you?”

"What does Annie usually get?" Sy asked after a moment's pause.

"Captain Morgan and Mountain Dew." Ethan said and Sy arched a brow at him, making him shrug. "She says it tastes like cream soda. Don't see how though."

"Fuck it, why not. Captain Morgan and Mountain Dew." Sy said and Ethan moved away to make his drink, coming back with a short stout glass filled with the electric green soda. Giving it a cursory sniff, he could smell the sugary soda and the spiced rum before taking a sip. "Well, damn."

"What?"

"Cream soda." Sy said and took another sip.

“Hold on a second.” Ethan said with a scowl and Sy snorted as he moved away, coming back with a glass of his own. “Cheers.” He took a sip from the glass, his lip ring clinking against it. “Motherfucker.”

Sy scrolled through his phone as he leaned back against the bar facing the club, Ethan checking on him now and then, getting him a fresh drink when he wanted one. Though he did switch to water after a couple more “cream sodas”.

“Well, you look out of place.” He heard and looked over, seeing the woman who had slid up to the bar next to him, taking in her shiny pvc corset over a fishnet shirt, her skirt just barely passing decency in length but the thigh high boots made up for that.

“Not really my speed.” Sy said, going back to his phone, his water bottle hanging from his fingers.

“You here alone?” She asked, running dark clawed fingernails over his arm.

“Back off, Sweeney.” Ethan said, “He's with Annalisa.”

“Oh, I'm sure she won't mind.” Sweeney said and he looked her over again, seeing the ruby string choker around her neck, a few teardrop rubies falling down her skin. Sweeney. As in Sweeney Todd. “You're not her usual fare, I'll say that, but a little variety never hurt anyone.”

“Sweeney.” Ethan said, his tone warning.

“Nothing wrong with wanting a taste, Ethan.” Sweeney said, “Goth gets boring, haven't had cowboy in far too long.”

“Yeah?” Sy asked, “Well, I'm not on the menu.” The laugh she gave was sultry but it just made his jaw clench.

“If you're worried about upsetting the Lady Caulfield, don't be.”

“Sweetheart,” Sy said, sliding off the stool and turning towards her, “Take the fuckin' hint.”

“You're rough.” Sweeney said, reaching out to lay her hand on his chest. “I—”

“Sweeney!” Her hand ripped away as Annalisa came up to them. “Walk away.”

“Annalisa, I—” All her seductive confidence was gone and she couldn't seem to even look at her.

“Now.” Sweeney vanished among the club goers and Annalisa sighed, sliding an arm around his waist. “Sorry about that. Sweeney is...Sweeney.”

“Don't worry about it babe.” Sy said, turning towards her, seeing the healthy flush to her cheeks. “Work over?”

“Yeah,” She said, “And this music is giving me a headache. Head back to my place?”

“Yeah.” He said with a nod.

“Ethan, thanks for taking care of him.”

“Anytime, he's a cool dude.” Ethan said and Sy twisted, holding out a fist and getting a bump in return. With his arm over her shoulders, they left the club, heading back to her SUV in the employee parking lot.

“Not your usual fare, huh?” He asked as they got in, Annalisa behind the wheel.

“What?” She asked as she started the truck.

“Somethin' Sweeney said.” Sy said, “She said I ain't your “usual fare”.”

“Sweeney needs to stay in her own lane.” She said as they pulled away, heading down the street. “But she was right, in a way. I'm around people of that scene most of the time so my partners tend to be members of it. It's not preference, Sy, it's just who I'm around.”

“Like Eugene?”

“How—”

“Sugar, I know an ex when I see one.” Sy said, “The spyin' on ya “for your safety”, droppin' by when a call woulda done it.”

“It was a long time ago, and it ended a long time ago.” She said, “He was controlling and overprotective so I dumped him.”

“You still went into business with'im.”

“That's business.” She said, “And I don't mix my work life with my personal life. Yes, Eugene and I were together. Again, a long time ago. I have absolutely no interest in being so again.”

“Does he know that?”

“Yeah, he does.” She said, “And if he doesn't, he'll get it eventually.” She pulled in front of his truck in the circular driveway and turned off the engine, undoing her seat belt so she could turn in her seat to look at him. “Sy, what we have is new, but I'm with you. I'm not with Eugene, and I have no interest in being with Eugene ever again. I'm with you. I met your ex when I met you. Would you ever go back to her?”

“Fuck no.”

“Exactly.” Annalisa said, “Now let's go inside.”

“I'm bein' silly, ain't I.”

“You have some insecurities.” She said, “Not surprising given the how and why your last relationship ended. I'm not holding it against you. I understand. Shall we head inside now? Or do you have to head home?"

"Nah, I got nothin' there waitin' on me." He said and they got out of her truck, heading into the house. Going up behind her, he slid his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. "Want me to show you how much I love this skirt?"

"What happened to being jealous and suspicious?" She asked and he shrugged.

"You talked down the Green Eyed Monster, and I appreciate you not takin' it personal. Understandin' where I'm comin' from." Sy said and she leaned back into him.

"Come on, cowboy." She said, reaching up to run her fingers over his buzzed hair as he buried his face in the side of her neck. He pulled in a deep breath through his nose, taking the smell of cedar and sage into his lungs, his hands sliding to her thighs and gathering the skirt in his fingers. "Sy..." His fingers found her easily and he slid his hand into her small clothes, stroking her, running his fingertips between her legs and circling her clit. "Fuck."

"Love this shaved pussy." He whispered in her ear, "I get to feel you. Get to feel to how wet I'm makin' you."

"Yes, Sy." She breathed, her hips started to rock against his fingers.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Taste this sweetness on my tongue." Taking his hand from between her legs, he hooked the sides of her small clothes and pulled them down, letting her step out of them. Turning her, he pulled her against him, his lips crashing down on hers. She responded to him instantly, returning his kiss with equal fervor as she clung to him. Wrapping his hands around the backs of her thighs, he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Upstairs, last door on the left." She said and he carried her up the stairs, heading down the hall to her bedroom. The large four poster took up a decent amount of room and he set her down on the blankets, kneeling and pulling her to the edge. Pushing up the skirt, he parted her legs to fit his shoulders, his eyes moving over her before his mouth descended and he pulled his tongue through her in a slow lick. "Oh, fuck." She sighed, her fingers going to the back of his head. He fed from her slowly, swirling his tongue through her, pulling her between his lips and suckling on her clit. It wasn't long before he tasted her release on his tongue but he didn't stop, still moving his lips and tongue over her languidly.

"So fuckin' sweet." He whispered.

"Sy, I need you." She whined and he stood, pulling his shirt over his head and casting it aside. Kicking off his boots, he undid his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. He was thick and hard, hanging heavy between his legs and he moved over her, wrapping his hands around her waist and pushing her further onto the bed before kneeling between her legs. The fact that she was still basically fully clothed wasn't lost on him and she helped him unbutton her shirt, his hands going to her breasts covered in lace, finding the peaks through the fabric and circling them with his thumbs. She touched whatever she could reach on him, taking him in her hand and stroking slowly.

Annalisa guided him to her and he watched as he brushed over her, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he started to push into her, watching as she stretched around him. He kept his strokes shallow at first, letting her arousal wet him enough for him to go deeper, before hooking his hands behind her knees and holding her legs open wide, his hips rocking into her at a steady pace.

Small sounds left her lips as he moved inside her, her breasts moving in time with his hips.

"Fuck, Sy." She breathed, reaching up to grasp the blankets above her head, stretching out beneath him.

"You like that, baby?" He asked and she nodded, "Like my cock in ya?"

"Yes." She whimpered.

"Fuck you look so pretty right now." He said and laid over her, gathering her in his arms and rolling them so she was above him. "Show me how much you love it." She sat up on him, bouncing in his lap, the hem of her skirt laying on his stomach and shielding where they were joined from view. Sitting up, he wrapped an arm around her waist, looking up at her as she rode him. "That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck you feel so good." She took off her shirt, undoing her bra and casting it aside and his eyes went to her breasts as they bounced while she slid up and down his length.

"Sy, I'm gonna come." She breathed.

"I know, baby, I know. Come on, take us both there." He said and and she started rocking in his lap, putting friction on her clit, her eyes closing tight. "Fuck, just like that." She gave a broken cry as her release crashed into her, holding onto him tight as she pulsed around him. Rolling them back over, he pounded into her, the sound of their skin coming together loud in room before he gave a snarl, seating himself fully as he released into her. They hadn't used protection, but they hadn't used it last night either. She had let him know she was clean and, due to medical reasons, couldn't have children.

They laid there for long while, the sound of their heavy breaths filling the room and he rested his forehead against hers before kissing her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue into her mouth. She clung to him as she returned the kiss, her nails moving through the heavy stubble at the back of his head.

"Fuck." He breathed and she chuckled. "Can I keep you?"

"You have me." She said and he kissed her again, warmth spreading through his chest.

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[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Thirteen

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cigarette use, blood, smut (18+)

Sexual Content: fingering, oral (f rec), overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit of breeding kink, fuckin', classic creampie

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Sam, Sam, Sam. He was all you could manage to think about for the remainder of your days alone. It stung at times, picturing him with his family, in the town he came from, while you sat in the dorms alone. But you had the memories of the taste of his lips and the feeling of his body to keep you company. You’d been replaying the events of the other night constantly since the moment you’d stepped foot out of his car.

His yearning for you had been so obvious in every move of his body. You’d never be able to forget the way the calluses on his fingers were rough against your cheeks. Everything was easier now that you were riding on the high of mutual attraction. It seemed like nothing could possibly bring you down. Not even the impending stress of classes in a few weeks scared you, now that you had Sam.

Relieving was not a strong enough word to describe how it had felt. It was something more akin to world-altering. You’d been so stuck in your own head, so devoid of confidence in yourself, that you’d entirely convinced yourself you were not worthy of him. When all along, he had wanted you all the same. It all made sense, when you looked back on it. Every little touch, every glance, the nicknames, the compliments; they were not empty gestures as you’d suspected.

You were so excited to see him again, it gave you butterflies to the point of nausea to even think about it. He’d texted you a few times over his absence, simple things such as a merry christmas! and hope you’re well.

You were trying not to dwell on it too deeply, but the thought still lingered in the back of your mind – the feelings you had for him might not be entirely mutual. Sure, he wanted you physically, but the rest? It wasn’t clear to you. And, of course, the problem of Jake was still there. He hadn’t looked particularly pleased when he walked in on you and Sam the other night, and you were certain he knew what had happened. You prayed he would keep his mouth shut. You would have to address it some day, soon, but that day was not going to be today.

The hours ticked by, and you filled them with idle work, until the day came when Sam would return. When you woke on New Year’s Eve, your stomach ached with anxiety and, more powerfully, anticipation. He texted you to tell you when he would come by to get you – the two of you hadn't even discussed him picking you up. It was a sweet, small gesture that made you grin like a fool at your phone screen.

He was picking you up late – you didn’t want to give yourself too much time to get shitfaced. Throwing up in their bathroom once was more than enough for you, and you weren’t looking to ring in the new year while blacked out. The air outside the lobby was frigid, and a light snow was falling. It was beautiful and quiet, save for the occasional hollering from one of the houses just off campus. And the silence was fully broken by the sound of music playing loudly from Sam’s car as he pulled around the corner.

“Hey,” he said as you plopped into the passenger seat, thankful for a reprieve from the cold outside.

“Hey.” You couldn’t manage to meet his eyes, your entire body vibrating with need and nerves.

“How’ve you been?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Good. Missed you.” It slipped out before you were able to stop it.

“Missed you too.”

You finally looked up at him, met with a row of grinning teeth and two half-lidded eyes that could make you melt in an instant if you stared too long.

“I’m nervous,” you admitted.

He pulled away from the curb, placing a tentative hand on your thigh. “For what?”

It was too many things all at once, none of which you wanted to burden him with. Nervous for whatever the night with him would bring, nervous for the commotion of what was likely their biggest party of the year, nervous to see Jake. “Don’t know. Just nervous.”

He squeezed your thigh, giving it a gentle shake. “You can stick by me the whole night. We’ll have a good time.”

The warmth of his fingers gripping you was making you feel a bit dizzy. “I need a drink.”

“Almost there. I’ll getcha one. You’ve gotta get plastered with me,” he laughed.

The tension in the car was palpable. There were so many things you knew both of you wanted to say, but the words didn't need to be spoken. You communicated solely through your small talk, and the way you rested your fingers on top of his hand. You'd never noticed before, but his hands were big, far bigger than your own. You were trying not to imagine how those fingers would feel inside of you when he finally pulled up to the house.

“Ready?” He asked, turning the car off and looking at you expectantly. You nodded, and the two of you headed inside together.

It was jam-packed, with more people than you’d ever seen in there before. Music was playing from some unknown source, a speaker in a corner somewhere, you figured. Sparkly hats and funny glasses adorned every head you saw, a smile gracing every face. Everything felt hopeful.

You heard your name being called from the kitchen, a face peering out from behind the crowd in the living room. Daniel's hand raised up from behind the sea of people, waving at you and beckoning you over. You gave Sam a cautious glance, and he took your hand in his, leading the way and weaving the two of you through the people crowding the room.

“Welcome!” Danny wrapped you in a hug, and you could smell copious amounts of alcohol on him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Sorry,” you laughed. “School was kicking my ass.”

“Well, it's break time! You want a drink? Let me make you a drink.” His hands clumsily grabbed at a stack of red plastic cups on the counter.

“I’ll get it for her,” Sam interrupted, squeezing himself between Danny and the counter.

“Yeah, sorry, go ahead – make your girlfriend a drink.” Daniel said it in such a nonchalant way, like he genuinely meant it.

“G– girlfriend?” Sam turned back to him, and you could see a faint blush rising in his cheeks.

“Just a friend,” you corrected. Though it wasn’t entirely true anymore.

“Did you down a whole bottle in the time I was gone, Daniel?” Sam chuckled, taking the top off a bottle.

“Jake’s worse.”

As if summoned, you heard a familiar voice nearby. “Lovely angel!” You turned in time to see Jake’s eyes on you as he made his way towards the three of you. “So nice to see you again, finally.” His words were slurred, thoroughly drunk. “God, you look nice.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Sam set the bottle back down on the counter just a bit too hard.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your eyes cast to the floor. The night had just begun, and the tension in the room was already unbearable.

A voice from behind Jake caught your ear. A woman’s voice, shouting "Jakey!”

You paid careful attention to the jealousy that pulsed through your heart as this unknown girl emerged from the crowd, and wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist and pulled him away. You told yourself several times in rapid succession that it was a temporary feeling.

“Who the hell was that?” Danny asked, leaning against the counter and pointing a finger in the direction of the duo.

“Girl of the week, I’d guess,” Sam replied, handing you your finished drink.

The three of you chatted about whatever came to mind, most of the conversation being taken up by Danny regaling both of you with tales of his golf outings.

“And then everyone on the course stood up and cheered, right?” Sam said after a particularly doubtable claim.

“Are you calling me a liar?” iii Danny gasped. “I would never."

“Right,” Sam replied. “And what about that one time when you said you–”

“Ah, whatever you’re about to say, I’m sure it wasn’t important!”

Sam looked at you, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Cigarette?” He asked, softly.

You nodded. You needed one right about now.

Daniel took his leave to go hit on some girl in the crowd, while Sam led you out the back door. It was nearly empty outside, only a few stragglers braving the cold for a joint or a smoke. Sam actually had his own pack this time, something you’d only seen a handful of times.

“Finally bought your own, huh?” You teased, poking a finger into his side.

“Well, I wasn’t seeing you enough to bum off of you. Had to take matters into my own hands.” He wiggled the cigarette between his fingers.

The two of you stared at the sky in mostly silence, watching the clouds creep over the moon. Though, your eyes were drawn to him, and you found yourself mesmerized. The way he inhaled through his teeth and tilted his head back to keep the scent off of himself, the way he held it between his index finger and thumb. As always, every movement he made captivated you.

“We should drink some of that champagne,” he said after a slow exhale.

“I don’t really like champagne.”

“If there’s one time I’m gonna force you to drink it, it's New Year’s Eve. You’re having some with me.” He put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the corner of the porch, opening the door back inside a bit. “You coming?”

You hurriedly finished your smoke and followed him inside, where he braved the crowds around the plethora of bottles to pour both of you a glass. A real one, not plastic, grabbed from the cabinet.

“Fine china for the lady.” He handed your glass to you, clinking his own against yours in a toast. “To whatever next year brings.”

It was cramped in the house, but you’d found a place to sit on the stairs, next to Sam. The two of you finally had a chance to catch up, without the awkward tension of loving-hatred holding back all of the words between you.

“So…about the other night,” he began, during a lull in your conversations.

“What about it?” You had just barely enough alcohol in your system to comprehend speaking with him about it.

“I didn't, like…come on too strong, did I?” He gave you a nervous smile.

“No, no, absolutely not.” You urged his worries away with a wave of your hand. “In fact…nevermind.”

“What?”

“I said nevermind.” You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh and turned away from him.

“What? Say it! C’mon!” He gave you a little shove and a grin.

“Maybe you didn't come on strong enough,” you said between giggles.

“Stronger next time, got it,” he replied. “Speaking of which, they’re gonna start counting soon.” He motioned to the TV, and the clock that now read 11:58. “Who’s your New Year’s kiss gonna be?”

“Gee, I wonder…” you brought a hand up to shield your eyes, and looked around the room. “Don’t know if there’s any promising suitors here.”

“I know one, actually.”

“Yeah? Who’s that?”

“Well, his name is Sam–”

“Oh, I think I know him! The cute one, right?”

“The cutest one.”

The two of you laughed, and he draped an arm around your shoulders. Sitting with him like this felt so right, like you were always meant to find yourself in this position. The warmth of his body was so radiant, and it felt good even against the drunk heat of your own body.

One minute was left, sixty seconds to the new year. The events of the past few months flashed through your mind, all of the loss, the heartbreak, the yearning, the pining, the redemption, the sex, the love…all of it was unlike anything you’d found in years before. You always thought your life was, for the most part, uneventful. Sure, you had fun and did things here and there, but the past years had been nothing compared to this.

Ten...nine...eight...

You thought about the roof, and the way Sam had been so thankful for your presence the first time you met him. Maybe this was all preordained, maybe he was meant to find you up on that roof. Maybe in every lifetime you would pull a cigarette out of your pack and give it to him without a second thought.

Three…two…one…

Happy New Year!

The room exploded into cheers and laughs as Sam’s hand caught the side of your face and he pulled you in. Your lips met with an urgency that hadn’t been there the last time you’d kissed. Like he needed this, like he'd been waiting far too long. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning further into your first kiss of the new year. You didn’t realize you were still holding your empty champagne flute in your hand, until you felt it slip from your fingers. Your hand darted out to grab it – an immediate mistake, when you heard it shatter, followed by a searing pain in your hand.

You winced away from him, pulling your arms back and looking at your palm, which now bore the bright red of a fresh cut from the broken glass.

“Jesus– what happened?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.

“I don’t know, I dropped it, and I tried to grab it, I– I’m sorry, shit!” You both laughed with the absurdity of it all. Of course your first move of the new year would be slicing your hand open.

“It’s alright, you’re okay. Let me look at it.” He gently loosened your fingers until your palm was flat enough for him to look at the cut. “Doesn’t look too bad. Go up to my room. I’ll meet you there in a second. And don't get blood on that outfit, I like that shirt on you." He gave you a smirk.

You did as he said, hurrying up the stairs before more worried eyes from the crowd could settle on you. He was there in only a few minutes, after cleaning up the broken glass, you assumed.

“Alright,” he sighed with a smile. “How much is it bleeding?”

You uncurled your fingers again to show him.

“That's not bad. C’mere.” He led you to the sink in the bathroom that connected his and Jake’s rooms and told you to rinse it, while he rummaged around in the cabinet. You were struck by a sudden familiarity, recalling the image of your own face in the mirror above the sink. Remembering the last time you'd been here. After the Halloween party.

“Sit.” He motioned to his bed, back through the open door. You obeyed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his comforter. “Let me see,” he said, sitting across from you.

You gingerly held your hand out for him, your fingers shaking a bit. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “Bad way to start the year.”

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was low and soft as he started delicately wrapping a bit of gauze around your hand. “Does it hurt?”

“A little bit.” The alcohol in your system was, thankfully, dulling the sensation just enough.

“I’ll put this on for tonight, then maybe tomorrow a few band-aids will be enough. I don't think it's deep enough for stitches or anything.”

You nodded, trying to control your breathing as he worked his fingers around your hand, putting down a small piece of tape to hold the gauze.

“You really sliced it up, sweetheart.” He lifted his eyes to meet yours, a warmth present behind them that you'd never seen before. “I’m no nurse, but that should be fine for tonight.”

“Thanks,” you sighed.

He took both of your hands in his, and a weight seemed to settle over both of you in the warm lamplight of the room. His care, his compassion for you, it struck a nerve in the most beautiful of ways. You wanted to tell him. You felt a pressing need to tell him. This was it, this was your chance, your one moment when it would come out effortlessly.

“What?” He gave you a little smile. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Apparently, it was written all over your face. “Can I say something?”

“Say whatever you want to say. It’s a new year!”

“Alright, but…you have to agree that if you don't like it, we’ll both just forget it ever happened.” You couldn’t believe you were really doing this.

“Okay…” he replied, cautiously. “Go on.”

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, your lips parted in anticipation of your own words. “Sammy,” you sighed. The sentence chased itself out of your mouth before you could stop it. “It might be too soon to say this. I know you just kissed me for the first time, like, a week ago. But I don't just want...I just have to tell you that I feel like..." You were losing it, wrapping yourself up in attempts to dance around the point. You took one last deep breath, braced yourself, and spoke. "I’ve had a crush on you. For like, ever.” You closed your eyes, fearing his response.

It felt so stupid and cheesy. Like confessing to your middle school crush that you liked them. It was so typical of you to say it in such a silly way, too. You didn't exactly regret it, not yet, but you wished you’d been able to keep it to yourself just a bit longer. And that you’d been able to say it in a more graceful way.

Even through your mildly drunken haze, you could somehow feel him tense. You heard his breath stop, then quicken. His hands on yours tightened their grip. His voice came out as a whisper. “Seriously?”

You nodded, the motion making it feel like your world was spinning. You weren't sure if it was your hands, or his that were shaking. The silence was loud enough to make your ears ring.

“Are you pranking me or something?”

You shook your head. You wished you could take your words back. You scrunched up your eyes, willing the world to turn backwards just a few seconds. Steeling yourself for the inevitable response of rejection.

“Well, that’s…” You felt his hands slip away from yours, and you let your hands fall back into your lap. You couldn't imagine opening your eyes right now.

You could hear his breathing pick up. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and exhaled it slowly. You prayed to any god that was listening to end your suffering already.

But his hand gently grabbed your chin. He tilted your face up a bit. And you could smell the alcohol on his breath, far too close. You opened your eyes only a moment before it happened, his lips meeting yours. Softly, only the ghost of a kiss. He tasted like champagne and cigarettes and his hair brushed the sides of your face. Everything about it felt like heaven.

“I can’t believe you said it first.” He breathed the words past your parted lips. “I was gonna tell you the same thing.”

The tension broke, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, practically climbing into his lap. He breathed a contented sigh, bordering on a groan, and it sounded so god damn beautiful. Your lips locked fervently, one of his hands coming up to cradle the side of your face, the other digging into your waist, roaming along your back like he needed to feel every inch of you all at once.

You paused for a gasping breath, gazing upon that flawless face of his. You ran your fingers through his silky hair, watching his eyelashes flutter at the sensation.

“I never really wanted to tell you,” He whispered.

“Why not?"

“I need you too much.” The truth of his words was evident behind those dark eyes, pupils wide. “Was worried it would ruin everything.”

You tried to ground yourself with a deep breath, only floating further out into him when you took in his scent. It was something you could always smell on those long nights when you thought about him just a bit too hard. Incense and weed and whatever bit of cologne he wore.

“When you got mad at me, thinking I'd been with the other guys, was that–”

“I wanted you all to myself.” He planted another kiss to your lips. “Was pissed as hell that maybe someone else was gonna take you away from me.” Another kiss. “Then I just figured you didn’t like me. And after the other night…I figured you just wanted sex.”

“I can’t believe you never caught on,” you giggled. “Didn’t think I was very good at hiding it.”

“Oh, miss eclipse,” he smiled, shaking his head and brushing his fingers over your cheek. “I could tell. But I thought it was too good to be true.”

For once, the corny little nickname he’d chosen for you didn’t make you cringe. It felt so endearing, like he meant it with his entire heart that you were everything in his sky, morning and night.

“And by the way, I want that too. The sex part.” You said with a smile. You couldn’t believe just how confident you were acting in this moment. The words just barely left you before he was latching his lips onto yours. The two of you moved frantically, your hands fighting with his shirt to get your hands on his skin as quickly as you possibly could.

This was real. This was happening. You could barely believe it, the intensity of it all making your stomach flip. He was gentle, but moved quickly, like he couldn’t wait another second. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it across the room, and you hooked your fingers in the hem of your own shirt to do the same. But his hands settled on yours, incredibly delicate with the injured one, you noticed.

“My job.”

He freed you of your shirt, tossing it aside, and simply staring at you. You hadn't worn a bra tonight, so you were completely exposed in front of him. A desire to cover yourself washed over you, but dissipated quickly when you noticed the love in his gaze.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice was low, a tone you’d never heard before, positively dripping with need. You placed your hands on his chest, and he did the same, lightly brushing a thumb over your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your lips, your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he could reach. All the while he pinched and prodded and just touched you, finally, exploratory, seeing what would make you whine the loudest.

“Please,” he breathed between kisses. “Please let me fuck you.”

You were stunned to complete silence, not even able to breathe as his teeth started sucking a bruise into your collarbone. It sent a shock through your body, the ache between your legs becoming a pressing need. “Yes,” was all you were able to say.

He pushed you onto your back, your head landing on the pillows. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants and your panties at the same time, moving incredibly slow, like he needed all the time in the world to even process what was happening.

“Hurry up,” you whined, lifting your hips so he could pull your pants off. “I need it.”

“Need?” He smiled down at you, leaning down to place soft kisses along your stomach and down to your thighs, which you had clamped around his shoulders. “Be patient. I want to–” He ripped your pants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, gripped your knees, and shoved your legs apart. There was a pause, his lips fighting against a smile. “Oh, she’s pretty.”

“Stop staring,” you whined, covering your face as you felt a drop of wetness roll down your core. You prayed he didn’t notice, but from the way he licked his lips, he absolutely did.

You could see his fingers shaking with need as he tried to take his time, kissing along your thighs. “I’ll stare all I want,” he breathed, and you could feel it fan out across you. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“Since the day we met?”

He ran his tongue over your clit, almost too delicately, in a way that made you buck your hips against his mouth with a moan. “Since the day I first saw you. In that stupid class.”

You weaved your fingers through his hair, melting into the feeling of his mouth against you, trying to comprehend it all.

“Was praying I’d run into you somewhere. Guess someone heard me.” He didn’t pull his mouth away, every word sending a vibration straight through you. Something about his voice was striking you in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone else before, like you could listen to him talk for hours.

He worked a finger into you, his tongue never breaking contact with you. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of his mouth and your own moaning, and you just might have cared if you were entirely sober. Most of it was drowned out by the music and commotion below you.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to look at him, the sight taking your breath away. He looked up at you with those eyes you loved so dearly, the suggestion of a smile on his face. You felt so frail under his touch, as his hand wrapped around the outside of your thigh and squeezed hard enough to make you squirm away from him.

But he was having none of it, his hand migrating to your hip to push you down. “Stay,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Let me make you cum like this.”

You couldn’t form words, couldn’t even say his name. He caught on to all your favorite spots, exploring you greedily, his eyes fixed on yours as he pushed you closer to your peak. You didn’t want it to be over yet, and held on as long as you could, your fingers knotted in his hair.

There was no use fighting it when he curled his finger, perfectly finding just the right spot inside you. The one that made your jaw drop and your breath stop, only silence and the obscene sounds of his tongue against you.

“Right there?” He asked, a smug smile still visible even though you could barely see his face.

You nodded, your nails scratching against his scalp as you tried to pull him closer to you. Your ability to speak was waning as your thighs tightened around his head. He pushed you over the edge, and his name was the only thing you could gasp out as you thrashed under his grip.

He didn’t pause, didn’t even slow down as you started to come down from your high. He held you tighter, his eyes still trained on yours, gaze dripping with lust. Between your whimpers and cries, you could hear him letting out quiet moans. Restricted, like he was trying to stay quiet.

It was becoming too much, your body still trembling from your orgasm. “Sam,” you gasped. “Too much, too much, you have to– you gotta stop, I can’t–”

“You’re fine.” He said it like you were complaining about a stubbed toe.

“It’s too good, please…” You had no control over yourself as you started squirming, thoroughly overstimulated, needing it to stop and needing more all at the same time. Your head was swimming, your fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled the most ungodly sounds from your throat.

“Sammy, stop, wait– don’t stop, just– slow down, please!”

“Begging. I like that.” He didn’t slow down, licking at you like a starved man, while you tried to best to keep breathing. Every breath had begun to turn into a pitiful whimper or a please.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” A complacent smile lit up the half of his face you could see. You’d probably be annoyed, if you weren’t trying so hard to keep breathing.

It felt like you were on the verge of blacking out, a second peak rising inside you. It creeped through your body, your fingers tingling with it as you got lost inside your own mind. All that existed in this moment was him. The rest of the world faded away into the muffled sounds he made against you, your moans falling silent. The heaving of your chest stopped, your jaw falling slack in a soundless scream.

“Breathe.”

One single word from his lips brought you crashing back down to earth, and you writhed under his firm grip on your thigh. You grabbed at him, tangling your fingers in his hair, only capable of saying his name and incoherently swearing between gasps. You’d never had anyone make you cum like this before, your entire mind and body swept up in it for what felt like minutes.

He finally relented, pulling himself away and staring at you. “Too much?” He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Perfect, actually.” You gasped out each word around labored breaths.

He shifted, pulling away from you and standing at the foot of the bed. You closed your legs, a bit embarrassed by just how slick your thighs felt.

“Do you…want more?” He asked, his thumb already hooked in the waistband of his pants, a sweet innocence hiding behind his smile.

You sat up, a little woozy, but needing to be even just a few inches closer to him. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“God, don’t say it like that…” he laughed, his cheeks reddening.

“What?” You smiled, cocking your head to the side as you inched closer, coming to rest on your knees on the bed in front of him. “What’s wrong with that? Not allowed to tell you I can take it?”

“Jesus, shut up or you’re gonna get me all flustered.” He started to pull at the hem of his pants, but you stopped him.

“Wait.” You scooted even closer, resting your hands on top of his. “I want to.”

You seemed to leave your body for a second once you caught the first glimpse of him. There was no word you could use to describe this moment other than perfect. You reached out, your body moving of its own volition, tracing a finger across the underside of his cock.

“Just like you imagined?” He asked.

Your mouth fell open in stunned silence, and you had to fight back a smile. Only he could catch you on such little things like that.

“Hmm. Bigger, actually,” you replied, when you finally found your voice again.

“Scared?” He asked, a smug little smile on his lips.

You nodded, slowly. You honestly were, just a bit. You knew it would be good, but the idea of such unbridled perfect pleasure was a bit daunting to you. Especially after he’d sent you flying out of your body just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t be.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

He pushed you back down onto your back, crawling over you. It was a sight you'd envisioned so many times, it felt surreal to finally be seeing the real thing. The way his arms flexed and his hair fell into his face, the playful expression that graced those gorgeous features, all of it was just too good.

He ran the tip of his cock over your clit a few times, testing the waters, teasing you. “You’re on birth control, right?”

“Why? Don’t wanna knock me up? I thought you liked me.” You gave him an absolutely wicked smile.

He laughed, his eyes clouding over in a dark grin. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

You didn’t reply, only cocking your head at him and looking at him inquisitively.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. The change in angle pushed him against you, just enough to make you literally ache for more. “Actually, that sounds quite nice. Putting a baby in you.”

You’d only been trying to tease him, fluster him a bit. You weren’t prepared for him to make it so dirty. But you loved every second of it, the way his words sounded so genuine. You tried to reply with something snarky, something to test how far he was willing to push it, but the words caught in your throat.

“You want that? It’d be a Virgo.”

You clutched at him, scarcely able to believe you were actually hearing the words coming out of his mouth right now. You needed him, desperately, now more than ever. “Sammy, please, just fuck me,” you whined, your voice broken down to a downright pathetic whimper.

“We’ve both been waiting for months. I’m not rushing.” He straightened back up, muttering a quiet oh, fuck as he slid into you, slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your fingers gripped at the sheets, your uninjured hand snaking up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair. When he was finally, finally inside you, it was almost too much. The thrill of finally having him, and the way it felt so fucking good, it was overwhelming. You were gasping for air, tightening around him like you needed to keep him there forever.

“Baby, baby, relax,” he breathed, cupping your face in one hand. “Open your eyes.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut, colors swimming across your vision in the shape of him. But when you looked at him, he seemed so godlike, a marble statue of a man that seemed to give off its own light.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, wiping a tear from the side of your face. Whatever tie held your body and mind together, he had severed it – you didn’t even realize a few tears of bliss had slipped out.

“Please don't stop,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair and gripping his shoulder, trying to find some semblance of grounding.

“You’re alright. You need to breathe, though.”

“How?” You whimpered, narrowing your eyes at him, sending a fresh cascade of tears down your cheeks.

He let out a laugh you’d never heard before, like he was trying not to move too much. But you still felt every rise and fall of his chest. “Same way you always do, sunshine. You sound like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Feels too good,” you said between slow exhales.

“I know, I know,” he cooed. “Just chill. I won’t break you.”

“I think I need you to, actually.”

"You need me to?" He started up a rhythm, slow at first, trying to give you time to calm yourself. Every thrust was like a vision of heaven, knocking the wind out of you every time he pushed in a little deeper. "I can do that." The way he was looking at you, his eyes never breaking away from your face, and his expression…it might have been the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your life.

"You like it that way?" He gave you a smug smile, the one that always drove you a bit crazy.

“I just– fuck–”

He was being so gentle with you, giving you exactly what you needed, no more and no less. Words started to abandon you, and as he quickened his pace a bit, you began to fall deeper into a pit of bliss. Everything disappeared except for him, but he was all you needed. Incoherent babbles of pleasure and filth fell from your mouth, every word a gasp or moan.

“Yeah? How’s it feel, love?” He asked with a grin.

“So…full,” was all you could manage in reply.

“You’re taking it so good.” He hooked his fingers around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder.

He pushed in even deeper with this new angle, and for a moment it felt like he really was about to split you in two. He reached between the two of you, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in time with each thrust.

“That feels so fucking good, baby,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, call me that again.”

A second orgasm was building within you, hot and fast and it was a bit terrifying how high you were climbing. “Baby,” you panted. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Am I? Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?”

You could only manage to groan out a mhm, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you.”

You were trying to hold back, you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. Having him in your arms like this was all you’d ever wanted and more, and you never wanted it to end.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, the rhythm of his hips faltering a bit. “Gonna make me cum, too.”

You wrapped your other leg around him, locking him in place. “Inside,” was all you could say.

“Inside?” He parroted. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nodded frantically, panting out a yes between each sip of air you gasped on.

“Quit holding it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Cum for me baby, come on, please let me have it, please–”

His begging was all it took. You clutched at him, clawing marks into his back as you came, feeling yourself fluttering around him. It hit you hard, like smashing against a wall of pure pleasure so good it almost hurt. Above your cries of his name, you could hear him letting out the most beautiful-sounding moans you’d ever heard in your entire life, his voice pitched up a bit.

You were certain there was nothing in the world that could possibly be more wonderful to you than this moment, when his shaking arm collapsed down and he laid his weight onto you. He tried to speak, the words only coming out as incoherent praises.

“God, I can barely fucking talk,” he laughed.

You combed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat at the roots but still silky-soft. He slid off of you, turning you on your side so he could cup his body around yours.

“‘M gonna stain your sheets,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open, so thoroughly drained.

“Don’t care. Are you cold?”

You were, as the sweat on your body chilled you a bit. The warmth of the crowd of people downstairs didn’t reach into this corner of the house, and a draft was coming in through the window above his bed.

“A little.” You curled yourself closer to his body, and the warmth he radiated.

“When my legs stop shaking I’ll get you some clothes.”

“It’s fine, I can–” you tried to lift yourself off the bed, finding your body felt a thousand times heavier than you were used to. Like he’d sucked every ounce of life from you. It felt oddly good, likely because you’d finally expended the excess energy you’d been harboring for months.

“No. Stay there.”

You mourned the loss of contact when his body pulled away from yours, turning over to watch him. It felt so deeply intimate, to a degree that almost felt wrong, watching his naked body move across the room. Like this was a moment reserved for somebody special, anybody but you, you didn’t deserve to see him this way. You watched the way the muscles in his arms and back moved when he pulled on a loose-fitting pair of pants that rested just below his hips, a look that was unbearably sexy to you.

“Here.” He walked over to you, a shirt and pants in each hand. “You’ll get cold.”

You only had the energy to pull the shirt on. “I should pee, too.”

“Right. Give me your hands.”

He helped you up, taking great care to pull you by the wrist of your bandaged hand. “How’s that feel, by the way?” He turned your wrist over in his fingers.

“Hurts, now that I’m something closer to sober.”

“I’m sorry, love. I hope it heals fast.”

In the bright lights of the bathroom, your emotions caught up with you at a frightening speed. The last time you’d been in here, you’d left an angel costume crumpled in the corner, while you tried to convince yourself you hadn’t made a terrible mistake. It was all washing over you, now. You’d have to tell him. From where you stood now, staring at your half-naked self in the mirror and washing the one hand you could wash, it was as if you were taking the first step on an impossible climb up a mountain. But it would have to be done.

Sam was pulling an extra pillow out of his closet when you finally stumbled your way out of the bathroom, clad in his clothes. You could hear his breath hitch when he saw you.

“You look nice, I’m glad it all fits right, also do you like your pillows softer or firmer? I’d take you home but I can’t drive right now, and I think it’d be nice to sleep next to you, but if you don’t want to–”

“Sam.” You interrupted him, placing a hand on his bare chest. “Softer, please. And I’d love to stay here.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Make yourself comfortable. I gotta find a shirt.” He tossed the pillow into place on the bed, and went back to digging in his closet.

The comfort and warmth under the plush sheets was exactly what you needed. You hadn’t even realized how cold you were until you pulled the covers up to your chin. Everything he owned smelled faintly of incense, a signature scent of his.

"You never actually answered me earlier. About the birth control, by the way," he said as he laid next to you, pulling you close.

"Yeah, no, you totally got me pregnant. I can feel the baby bump forming already."

He shook your body with a bout of laughter, squeezing his arms around you. "Very funny. You better not be serious, though."

"Just joking. Nothing to worry about."

"Good," he sighed. "A Virgo baby sounds difficult."

Laying in the dark, curled into his chest while he stroked his fingers over your back, you thought that nothing could ever feel as good as this. There was a sense of finality to this night. The suffering you’d endured, the pain of being so sure he didn’t share the same feelings, the lonely nights you’d spent soaking your pillow with tears, it was all over.

Things were not perfect. They likely would never be. A glimmer of hope rose in your chest, gnawing at the darkness clouding the back of your mind. Maybe he wouldn’t care. Maybe his feelings for you would override whatever anger he harbored over Jake. Maybe, when you finally came clean, he would hear you out, and understand. You still weren’t entirely sure if you had done it with the intention to hurt him, but if you had, it was only a knee-jerk reaction to heartbreak. You’d have to pray he would understand.

As sleep began to claim you, your anxious breaths slowing, you could feel yourself melt into him. He truly was, in every sense, everything to you. Love had never felt like such a strong force in your life until now. A silly little emotion you'd always pushed to the side no longer felt very silly or little. You would do anything for him. He was every star in your night sky, he was the sun that warmed you in the mornings. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life basking in his glow.

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[dirtybitfic]

Road trip

Matt sturniolo fan fiction

-smutttttt,kinda long story might be a couple parts lols

(Contains- touching,teasing , gas station fight , dirty talk etc.and I think the rest of the dirty nasty will be in part 2)

Y/n pov-

Me and Matt have been dreaming of taking a road trip to Vail Colorado for years. Ever since we were about 14 me and Matt have just understood each other in a way that non of our other friends did . We have the same interests and music taste and we also both struggle with mental health and throughout the years we’ve helped each other through it a lot .

When Matt got his license we started talking about all the places we’d love to go to and Colorado was always our biggest dream especially during Christmas time since we both love Christmas and they always decorate their city’s and towns so perfectly that they look like the perfect hallmark Christmas movie towns.

As we got older we started to get more serious about planning a get away for a couple weeks but our parents didn’t think that it would be a good idea until we were at least out of high school which we understood and respected. This past year we all turned 20 and me and matt, Chris and nicks birthdays are only two months apart we decided to do a big conjoined party .

Chris and Nick said they had a big surprise for me and Matt and that they wanted us to open their presents after everyone had left the party . We were both slightly confused but we were excited to see what it would be.

After everyone had left Chris and Nick had us sit down on the couch as they placed bags in our hands .

Me and Matt opened them at the same time and at first we were both confused and laughing because the first thing in the bags were matching beanies .

“Chris why did you make us wait for matching beanies” I asked laughing .

“Y/n you gotta keep opening then it will make sense in a second” Nick said giving me a big smile.

We both looked at each other and reached into the bottom of the bag finding envelopes .

I opened mine first and it was a printed out picture of a gorgeous cabin in the mountains of Colorado.

“Okayyy a cabin ? What did y’all buy a mountain or something” I ask still slightly confused.

“Nooo y/n god turn it over “ Chris says lightly smacking my head.

I laughed and turned it over .

“OMG YOU DID NOT” I said excitedly realizing it was and air bnb in vail Colorado.

“SURE FUCKIN DID KID” Chris yelled back at me smiling.

“We’ll Matt you gotta open yours now” Nick says smiling at him clapping his hands.

“Okay okay give me a second “ Matt says as he opens the envelope.

“YOU RENTED MY DREAM CAR WTF GUYS” he says looking up smiling adorably.

“We sure fucking did dude. We rented you guys the car for 4 weeks . You guys have the air bnb for three weeks in December . We wanted you guys to have the perfect trip you’ve always dreamed of “ Nick says .

I immediately got up and ran at Nick giving him the biggest hug then Chris .

“Guyyyys thank you so much I love it and I love you” I said getting a little teary eyed feeling so overwhelmed.

“Really guys thank you this is better than we could have imagined “ Matt says giving his brothers a hug.

“How did you guys afford this like Jesus this couldn’t have been cheap” I say a little worried for their bank accounts.

“ eh you know we have just been saving for a while but thank our fans for that cause no way would we be able to afford this if our YouTube wasn’t doing so good” Chris says .

“We’ll thank you again this means the world to me i don’t know how I’ll ever repay you guys” I say as tears stream down my face.

“Y/n don’t cry “ Nick says bringing me in for a hug .

“I’m sorry I’m just so happy “ I say laughing a little bit wiping my tears away.

“ we’ll we’re glad you like our present “

“LOVE IT” I corrected Chris.

We all laughed and went to bed .

Now it’s a week away from December and I’m starting to get super excited our trip starts at the begging of December and I need to start packing since we’ll be gone for so mf long.

I decided to FaceTime Matt to see if he would go shopping with me for some more outfits I’ll need .

*ft Matt

(Matt picks up- Matt’s blue , y/n is pink)

Hey what’s up

Hey I just wanted to see if you were up to do a little shopping with me I need to get some more winter outfits for the trip

Yeah of course you want me to come get you

Yeah either way I can get you or you can get me doesn’t matter to me

Okay I’ll come get you In say 10 minutes I know you just love to be a passenger princess

Yeah your right sounds good

Okay I’ll text you when I’m outside

Okay see you in a bit love you

Love you too bye

(Call ends)

After about 15 minutes Matt texted me that he was outside so I put my shoes on and ran down stairs. I locked my door behind me and hopped into the car.

“Hey so where you thinkin the mall” Matt asks

“Sadly yes that’s where all the good stores are” I said sadly he knows I hate the mall.

“Alright let’s go then” Matt says as he starts to put in directions to the mall .

He tells me to connect to aux and play some music .

As come here was ending we were pulling into a spot and Matt turned off the car .

We got out and started walking in after we did a little shopping we ended up grabbing some food and parked to eat.

I cant believe our dream trip is only 4 days way

I know I literally can’t wait I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep I’m getting to excited

No seriously god we’ve been dreaming of this for so long I just can’t believe we’re finally getting to go. But what are you telling the fans since you’ll be gone for so long

Oh we pre filled a good amount of our videos for the next couple weeks but I thought it would be fun to do at-least one vlog with you while we’re on our trip you know most of the fans like you

Awww well that actually could be really fun

Yeah they can see us running around in the snow being fucking stupid that’ll be really fun

Oh yeah can’t wait for them to see me snipe you with a snow ball

Oh really

Oh yeah just wait you’ll never know when I’ll get you I’m really sneaky you know

Yeah yeah whatever

We both laughed and after we finished our food we threw away our trash and he dropped me off at home.

Fast forward 4days——

I finally fished packing last night thank god and I just woke up to my alarm it’s currently 4 am me and Matt decided to get and early start since we’ll be driving pretty far to get to Vail and we want as much day driving time as we can get.

Vail Colorado is about 30 hours from Boston so it’s gonna a loooong drive.

-incoming call from Matt

Hey what’s up

Hey I just picked up the car and holy fuck it’s amazing but I’m otw to get you now I’ll be there in a bout 15.

Okay see you then I’ll make sure to have all my shit down stairs by the time you get here

Okay see you in a bit

Yep byeeee

Call ends

I started bringing all my stuff down and grabbed a blanket for the car just in case one of us gets cold and filled up my water bottle and then put on my shoes .

Matt just texted me he was here and I started to grab some of my bags to take them out to the car.

When I opened the door I audible gasped the car was … gorgeous.

(A BABY BLUE BRONCO FUCK YESSSS MUTHA FUCKAAA)

Matt got out and helped me grab my bags .

Omg Matt the car is so prefect

I know right I can’t believe we get to drive this for 4 weeks

Yeah good thing you make good money cause gas isn’t gonna be cheap

True true

We got my stuff into the back after I locked the door .

Hey my mom made you a breakfast sandwich and that matcha shit you love I set it on the back seat

Awww she is so sweet she didn’t have to do that

I know but she wanted to she always says “y/n is the daughter I never had” you know sometimes we think she loves you more than us

Hey you know that’s not true but seriously I’m gonna text her and tell her thank you

After we hit the road we’ve been sitting in comfortable silence listening to my playlist I made .

Was playing as I started to get hot a little bit surprisingly I thought I’d be cold but my dumbass did what every girl does and wore nothing under my sweatshirt. I started to get uncomfortable and shift around in my seat which Matt noticed pretty easily .

Hey you good you keep shifting around

Yeah just getting a little hot

Well take of your sweatshirt then

I… can’t (I say awkwardly)

Why not?

Because I have nothing underneath

Y/n I don’t care if your just in your bra I don’t want you to be uncomfortable

No Matt I mean I have … nothing on underneath

Ohh ohh shit ummm well you could always just take your pants off unless that’s weird then idk what to tell ya

I mean ig as long as it’s not weird for you

No not at all get comfortable

I started to take my pants off and caught Matt glancing over making my face go red . It’s not like he hasn’t seen me in a bikini but I’m wearing a thong which for some reason feels a bit more intimate to see me in .

Matt clears his throat as I look over at him after I finally get my pants off and throw them in the back seat.

I decide to tease him a little bit cause I think it’s funny

What’s the matter Matt

What oh um nothing just getting a bit hot myself

Here I’ll help you get your sweatshirt off

Oh okay (he says as I help him pull his arms out and pull it over his head )

I gasp quickly realizing he had nothing on under his either. I don’t think he heard me though but god his tattood arm gripping that steering wheel and his big veiny hands . NO WTF AM I THINKING THATS MY BEST FRIEND.

I snap out of my trans to look away but he glanced over at me smirking a little bit.

Why were you staring at my hands y/n

What I wasn’t I don’t know what your talking about

Okay so what were you starring at then hmm

God I have to think fast I’m just gonna sayyyy

Yo-your tattoos I was just like looking at them

Oh well alright

Their just really cool

I moved my hand to trance over his key tattoo

I love this one

Oh really why?

I don’t know I just do

He suddenly moves his hand off the steering wheel I didn’t understand why at first but he moved it so I could trace over his other ones.

I really like this one too -I say tracing over his dog one with its mouth open

And why do you like that one or are you just gonna say . He tries to mock my voice “idk I just do”

First of all I do not sound like that you asshole and no I was actually gonna say I like it because it has a dark vibe and I love tattoos like that it reminds me of this hellhound tattoo I wanna get

Oh really well that’s cool . You gotta show me that Pinterest board you have all your inspiration on cause your tattoos are pretty cool

He says as he moved his hand to my thigh racing the dark moth I got for my first tattoo . The way he’s tracing it has my breathing becoming uneven and my heart starts to race. Idk why I’m feeling this way but Jesus I’m getting wet . It feel wrong but it feels so good.

I cant believe you got your first one on your thigh and it’s big too

Yeah idk I just felt like it was the right place for it

It didn’t hurt?

No it felt good to be honest

Ohh your one of those people huh?

What the Fuck does that mean

You just like pain that’s all

Oh ummm ye-yeah I guess I like the feeling of tattoos a lot honestly I almost fell asleep getting all of mine

Mmm interesting

Why is that interesting

No reason

Yeah okay whatever

God if only he knew . Me and Matt have never really talked about our sex lives with each other I mean sure we talked about when we both lost our virginity but other than that it’s not really our typical conversation.

Their was one time he was on my phone looking for a picture and he almost went into my notes app and I screamed at him so fast to not read anything In there . He obviously got scared and threw my phone at me and apologized but the reason I didn’t want him going in there is because my top note is my kink list .

YEAH MY FUCKING KINK LIST . That’s the last thing you want your best friend of like 15 years to read . He tries to ask me why I got so defensive over it sometimes but I’m to awkward to tell him why. Honestly if he read them I’m scared he’d think I was a freak which I mean I’m a freak in the bed but not as a person u mean you know what I mean.

As I’m deep in my thoughts Matt starts to move his hand further up my thigh which causes me to gasp and snap my thighs shut.

Sorry sorry

N-no your fine it just caught me by surprise is all

I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable

He try’s pulling his hand back down but my thighs have his hand locked in

No your fine you didn’t I just ummm I mean you know I have no pants on sooo

Oh trust me I know

He says looking at me with a sly smirk I didn’t know what he meant but my thighs slowly opened back up letting his hand free.

AHHH SHIT BITCH I yelled out this is one of our favorite songs to sing in the car we always goof off and it just puts us in a good mood.

And just when it hit me

He sung as he gently smacked my thigh jokingly causing me to jolt and laugh a little .

PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY

PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC RIGHTT

Yesss Matt

I said as I laughed a little and we kept singing along until the song ended I started to get a little thirsty .

Hey do you got any drinks in the back

Oh yeah I packed you a couple doctor peppers in the little cooler can you grab me one of the Pepsis he says pointing to the little black cooler behind my seat.

Yeah one sec .

I unbuckling and turned in my seat trying to reach back to the cooler but the car was a lot bigger than I realized so I kinda had to bend over the middle console to reach as I was reaching over I could feel his eyes on me and as a joke I giggled my hips a little making my ass move . But what Matt did next shocked me .

I felt his hand smack down on my ass hard causing me to scream out from shock and the sting since it was straight skin to skin contact.

MATT

HEY IF YOUR GONNA PUT IT IN MY FACE LIKE THAT IMA SMACK IT

He says putting his hand up in defense . I sat back down and handed him his Pepsi .

You know I know I shouldn’t say this but… you have a nice ass

Oh I…th-thank you

I tried to hide the blush that was creeping on my face .

I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that

No no It’s fine you just made blush

I said laughing a little bit

Oh cute he said smirking at me

Oh shut up

I said shoving his arm playfully .

Do you mind if I take a little nap

No not at all we got a long while to go to so get some sleep I’ll wake you up when I stop for gas in a bit so you can pee and stuff

Okay

I got comfortable and dozed off .

I started to have a wet dream about Matt . He was touching me in places that felt so good and he was making me call him daddy and all this crazy shit and I was just getting to the good party when I got woken up by Matt shaking me telling me we were at the gas station.

Hey I’m stopping for gas you wanna wait her while I pump the gas and then we can go inside to pee and grab some snacks

Huh oh yeah yeah let me put my pants on

I reached back still half asleep trying to find my pants and I grabbed them and slid them back on.

I waited while he pumped the gas then we went inside. I didn’t relize I had to pee so bad until I got to bathroom and Jesus Christ I felt a lot better after I finished I walked back out looking for Matt seeing he was over by the drink section I started to walk over when I bumped into someone.

Oh my god I’m so sorry I said to whoever I bumped into

Yeah you should be fucking sorry princess

The guy says raising his voice at me causing me to take a step back kinda shocked

You don’t have to be a dick it was an accident

Don’t raise your voice at me sweetheart that’s not gonna end well for you he says getting In my face.

I started to get anxious and tears started to well up in my eyes I tried to keep them in to not show this guy I was scared of him.

Awwww you gonna fucking cry

I started looking back to find Matt but I didn’t see him anymore . Fuck he probably thinks I just went back to the car.

I …

You what bitch he spit the words out in my face as he towered over me . My fight or flight kicked in and I started to run away to the door to get to the car.

I opened the door and got half way across the parking lot before I got yanked back by my hair.

Where you going sweetheart. What did I scare you huh he said in my ear making me feel sick.

God where is Matt I started to say in my head as the tears started to stream down my face and I reached back to get the guy to let go of my hair .

That made him pull harder causing me to wine from the pain.

He kept saying mean ass shit in my ear but I was starting to have a panic attack which caused my hearing to go out all the sudden I saw Matt running at the guy and shoving him off me . Matt picked me up like I was nothing speed walking back to the car I was shaking in his arms .

He opened the door and set me down before closing the door and running to his side I’ve never seen him move so fast in my life I just curled into a ball crying from shock of what the actual Fuck just happened .

I’m so sorry y/n I thought you came back to the car or where still in the bathroom I would have never left you in there alone

I… I k-know you wou-wouldn’t I’m okay I - pr-promise I’m just sh-shaken up a b-bit

I know sweet girl I’m so sorry really come here

He said as he pulled me into him engulfing me in a big hug instinctively I crawled over the middle and sat on his lap sideways just wanting him to hold me for a second .

Shhhh it’s okay I got you

Matt says as he rubs my hair and holds me close

I smilled a little as I felt my body stop shaking and my nerves starting to calm weirdly Matt just has that effect on me he always knows how to calm me down.

After a bit I start to laugh a little .

What why are you laughing he said with a small chuckle

I’m a 20 year old woman sitting in your lap crying like your my dad and I’m a little girl having a nightmare it’s just kinda funny

I mean yeah when you put it like that

Okay I think I’ve calmed down thank you Matt

Of course pumpkin he says squishing my cheeks

MATT WHAT THE FUCK I say bursting out laughing

What I was just acting like a dad as a joke from what you said

Okay I mean it was funny and it cheered me up so

Good now get your cute little ass back in your seat so we can get going

Okay okay I’m goingggg

I said with a big smile and blushing checks. Did he just call me CUTE. Omfg he is gonna be the death of me . First my wet dream now this Fuck me this is gonna be a longggg trip.

I qued up some music and layed back in my seat and started getting hot again so I took off my pants. I guess the ac doesn’t work to well in here cause Jesus the heat gets hotter than a mother fucker and unless we wanna roll down the windows we aren’t cooling off anytime soon.

Started playing and I was just shaking my head along reading a couple text from some friends I had missed during my nap.

So uhh can I ask you something

Yeah ofc

What exactly made that guy grab you like that

Well um I had just come out of the bathroom and I was heading over to you by the drinks where you were and I accidentally bumped into him and then he started to get mad and all up in my face so I ran out the door and then he kinda I just chased me

damn all over you bumping into him

Yep I guess so

What a psycho

Yeah cause wtf I even said sorry like 5 times

Well at-least your okay

Yeah thank god you came to the rescue

Also uhhhh what we’re you dreaming about earlier

Oh uhhh why I shifted awkwardly in my chair wandering why he’d wanna know

Well you were kinda sleep talking a little bit

Uh oh what um what did I say

I was getting really fucking nervous now

Well um you said my name a couple times and then well you said daddy a couple times too

Ahahah ohhhh um weirdddddd yeah idk why I said that

Yeah hmmmmm what we’re you dreaming

He said more in a demanding tone

You really wanna know I asked nervously

Yeah I do

Okay I was uhh kind of having a wet dream

Ohhh I see was it about me

Maaaatt stooop

What come on just tell me now I really wanna know

Okay yeah you were in it

Damn well was it good

Mhm yeah sure ig can we move on

No no I wanna know the details

Keep your eyes on the road Mathew

Okay okay if I keep my eyes in the road will you tell me what happened

Yes I’ll tell you

Okay my eyes are glued to this rode now speak

Okay um well you were you know telling me how hot I was and you were asking me if I liked being fucked like a slut and you know I was like yes and you said yes what and I was like yes matt cause I didn’t know what you wanted me to say and you said nope try again and I said yes daddy and you know you started touching me and then you asked me to read my list of kinks to you and so I did and then yeah the dream ended .

Well uhhh I- um

I looked over and saw his face was a little red and he was shifting in his seat.

Yeah well you just begged me to tell you sooo

Yeah well your right I did. Was it at-least a good dream

Yeah yeah it was uh good

Oh yeah . So uhh is that kink list in your notes app

I- uh — ye-yeah

Read it to me

What Matt no that’s so embarrassing

What no it’s not

Why do you wanna know my kinks Matthew

I just do okay

Okay okay fine but you can’t judge me

I would never judge you y/n

Okay let me open it up real quick okay ummm god this is so embarrassing

Oh come on they can’t be that bad

Okay um

Humiliation, dominant x submissive , role play, whips, sadism,exhibitionism,dirty talk, auralism, orgasm control, impact play, consensual non consensual, praise kink, degradation by words, knife play, blood kink and uhh yeah that’s it .

Oh wow ummm alright

So uhhh the dominant one do you like to be the dominant or like

Oh god no I’m absolutely the submissive

Okay good

Good what do you mean good

Oh nothing nothing . So uh what’s consensual non consensual?

Well um I don’t know how to explain it well let me look up the definition, okay well it says it’s a style of bdsm where both people agree but one person acts in non consensual behaviors.

Oh so like if I held you down and told you to take it while you struggle and try to get away would that be that

Oh I uh y-yeah that seems pretty on point yep

At this point I could feel how wet I had become from that sentence coming out of him mouth just imagining him do that made me wanna scream.

I didn’t realize I had been squeezing my thighs together but he did.

Aww is someone getting a little worked up

No Matt shut up

Really then show me proof that you are or aren’t

What do you mean

Spread your legs

What

Spread you fucking legs

He said as he put his hand on my thigh prying them apart.

My breathe hitched as I looked down at his hand moving slowly up my leg.

His fingers hit the lace of the thong over my soaking wet core causing a small wine to escape my lips.

Now why would you lie to me hmm your so wet

I didn’t lie I just didn’t tell you the truth I said then realized that’s the exact definition of fucking lying

So you fucking lied sweetheart he said smirking over at me

Yeah I guess I lied

If I touch you will you be a good girl and stay quite for me

Okay PART 2 coming soooooon…

💋

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[foxes-that-run]

20 times it was always Haylor

Harry and Taylor often write that the other is irreplaceable, though they are built to fall apart and get back together.

I have limited myself to only 10 songs each which was hard!

Taylor:

Out of the Woods: "We were built to fall apart / Then fall back together / (Back together)"

End Game "I hit you like, "Bang" / We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't" and "And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul"

Ready for it: "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor / Every lover known in comparison is a failure"

Daylight "I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you"

Cruel Summer "And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" He looks up, grinnin' like a devil"

DBATC: " I look through the windows of this love / Even though we boarded them up / Chandelier's still flickering here / 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not" and "You said it was a great love, one for the ages / But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?"

The 1: "And it would've been sweet / If it could've been me / In my defense, I have none/ For digging up the grave another time / But it would've been fun/ If you would've been the one"

Gold Rush: "And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it" and "My mind turns your life into folklore / I can't dare to dream about you anymore"

Question..?:"Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since" and "Does it feel like everything's just like / Second best after that meteor strike?"

Snow on the Beach "Life is emotionally abusive / And time can't stop me quite like you did" and "Weird but fuckin' beautiful / Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful / You wanting me tonight feels impossible"

Harry:

Stockholm Syndrome: "Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?" and " All my life, I've been on my own (Oh-oh-oh) I used the light to guide me home (Oh-oh-oh) / But now together we're alone /And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go”

I love you: Harry wrote for Alex and Sierra: "Cause I love you, more than you think I do / And I love you, now you don't want me to" and "Every time I try to fight it, everything just turns out wrong /Maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn't end up alone"

Maybe Someday Harry wrote for Micheal Buble: " For her I bend, for you I break / And if I can't be yours now / I'll wait here on this ground / 'Til you come, 'til you take me away / Maybe someday"

Meet me in the Hallway: "We don't talk about it / It's something we don't do / Cause once you go without it / Nothing else will do"

Sweet Creature: "Wherever I go, you bring me home / Sweet creature, sweet creature / When I run out of road, you bring me home"

Fine Line: "You've got my devotion But man, I can hate you sometimes" and "You sunshine, you temptress / My hand's at risk, I fold / Crisp trepidation I'll try to shake this soon"

Golden "I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky" and "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known Lovin' you's the antidote / Golden"

Adore you: "I'd walk through fire for you / Just let me adore you/ Like it's the only thing I'll ever do"

As it was: "Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay, oh" / In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was"

Music for a Sushi Restaurant: "I don't want you to get lost I don't want you to go broke / I want you / It's 'cause I love you, babe / In every kind of way / Just a little taste / Know I love you, babe"

Ok one more

#haylor

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 7: in the club

kard 2.1k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) x Kim Taehyung (J.Seph) NSFW

🖤 warnings: semi-public sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), getting it on w/ ur homeboy, threesome~ 🖤

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Eventually, one of them will give up.

It's worked out like that the one or two other times you've been pursued by more than one person in the club. At some point, one of them sees you with another and gives up. Easier than ghosting, less confrontational than trying to explain that you found someone else. Problems take care of themselves, in this context.

So you enjoy the attention of both men, one on each side of the crowded club.

The first man is a playful, solid-built guy with clear features and a pervasive air of shyness, despite how bold he's being with you. His ears and neck drip silver jewelry, and his denim-on-denim is distressed black fabric from his fashion cap to his designer sneakers.

He dances with you, a gracious amount of space between his body and yours even as his fingers sneak into your back pocket, and he doesn't say much. You like him, though, as much as you can like a random guy in the club.

You think you'll be going home with him, until you cross the club to find one of the friends you came here with, and your attention is caught all over again.

The second man is huge, tall and broad and masculine, dressed in loose leather pants and a plaid shirt over a tank top that hides nothing of his chiseled physique. He talks an awful lot, slang and bad jokes and insistence that he buy you a fresh drink - right into your hand from the bartender, safe and respectful - and then hold it so that no one fucks with it.

He's class-clown attractive, fuckboy attractive, but he's so sweet and earnest that you wonder how he was given a Doberman face with a golden retriever soul.

They're both excellent options, so you don't really care which one ends up scaring off the other. It'll take care of itself.

You weave your way back across the packed dancefloor, back to Cap Guy from Tall Guy. Cap Guy is right where you left him, leaning against the wall, sipping from a half-empty beer.

If this next set doesn't have a song that you like, you might just ask him back to your place right away instead of heading back out to dance. You're getting kind of tired, and you could really use a night like this.

But as you reach Cap Guy, a hand on your shoulder lets you know that you've been operating with unfortunate tunnel vision.

You did not notice that Tall Guy has been following you.

And here he is, right behind you, looking clean over your head at Cap Guy.

They're looking at each other with an expression that you can't begin to understand, something like understanding but also a twinge of what you swear is humor. Cap Guy is nearly grinning.

"I..." you start, unsure if talking will help but unable to stop yourself. "I'm-"

But Tall Guy cuts you off. "Dude."

He surged forward and meets Cap Guy's outstretched hand in a high-five so resounding that you can hear the slap of it over the bumping club music.

"Wondered where you'd been all night, bro, this is nuts," says Tall Guy.

"Should've known," Cap Guy replies.

"You two...know each other, then," you say weakly.

Tall Guy leans fully on Cap Guy's shoulder, comfy and relaxed. "Sephy is, like, my best fuckin' friend."

They're best friends.

"You have good taste, no lie," he adds.

They don't seem mad, which is a relief. You wouldn't want two big guys pissed at you for two-timing them. But you're still in for an awkward departure, here. So much for problems fixing themselves.

"Still," you say, forcing as natural a laugh as you can, "Still, a little weird. Sorry."

Tall Guy looks at Cap Guy - Sephy? "Weird? S'it weird?"

"I should be heading home soon, anyway," you excuse.

Hopefully they'll give you the graceful out, and not make a scene about the fact that you've been-

"Home? Already?" asks Cap Guy.

"Yeah, yeah, my friend was looking a little drunk, and-"

"Means you don't wanna have any more fun with us?" Tall Guy asks.

"Us?" you echo, nonplussed.

"Unless you're not down for that," says Cap Guy.

"Us, like..." you point back and forth between the two of them.

Cap Guy nods. Tall Guy is just watching you, tongue poking between his teeth in a dangerous grin.

You're dumbfounded, which means honesty falls right out of your mouth. "I did not think that would be an option."

Tall Guy laughs. "C'mon. I know a place."

He charges off, cutting a clean path through the clubgoers with his significant height. Cap Guy shakes his head, and leans into you, a gentle hand urging you forward after his friend.

"Matt is just like that," he says. "If you're down, though, he does kind of know a place."

"Matt," you repeat.

"Matthew. Or Matt. And you can call me Seph."

They sound like codenames or something, fake names, but you're not about to press them about it.

Matt weaves his way around one of the large circular platforms around the dancefloor, the last one before the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms and back of house. There are two gorgeous go-go dancers on the platform, young women in complimentary outfits and dark makeup, and as Matt passes, he reaches upward. One of the girls, all shaggy hair and long dagger nails, looks at him, looks at you following behind him, and daps him up.

"Don't make a mess!" she yells, deep voice carrying from her podium.

The other girl, a vision in a tiny skirt, rolls her eyes and waves at Seph as he leads you past.

"Friends of ours," Seph tells you needlessly. "They work here, so no worries about getting...interrupted."

You wonder what you've just gotten yourself into.

'Knowing a place' turns out to be something more like 'being aware of the employee lounge.'

That's what it looks like, at least; a closet-sized room with a mini fridge, a half-broken neon sign with beer logo on it, and a busted couch. Two sets of handbags and cosmetic pouches and spare clothes on a table to one side suggest that maybe those two go-go dancers use this room. It explains the demand not to make a mess, anyway.

"S'okay with you, right?" Matthew checks again, as you tentatively step into the little room.

"What? This?"

"Yeah. We ain't about to pressure you into nothing."

The atmosphere is tense, loaded. This room is right next to the bathroom, right down a very short hall from the dancefloor. The music is still loud in here, thumping bass through the walls and the same kind of hazy air as in the rest of the place. It's dark, it's just slightly too warm, and it's so small that you're already pressed to Seph's side.

It's new. It's exciting.

Not to mention that both of these guys are so incredibly hot, you don't quite understand how you got both of them in here with you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you say.

Matt grins again. "Then what're we waitin' for?"

You expect him to make the first move, considering the difference between his personality and Seph's, but you're mistaken.

No, it's Seph who has the door slammed shut and your back pressed to it in an instant, one of his arms propped over your head and the other holding you by the chin, strong hands but gentle grip. He's completely blocking your view of Matt, which is just as well. A hand sneaks over and takes the cap off Seph's head, revealing messy brown hair that falls into his eyes.

Better for you. Nothing in your way, as Seph tilts your chin up and kisses you, firm and certain but still so gentle.

When he pulls back, you can see Matthew again, looming, wearing the cap backwards over his bright blue hair. He looks far too pleased with the scene in front of him, and suddenly you're self-conscious, ducking forward to hide your face in Seph's collarbone.

Music still shakes the walls, the beat quick and loud. Maybe reggaeton.

"Still good?" Seph asks.

You feel the question in his chest as you hear it, something reassuring to the solidness of him, and despite your nerves, you answer, "Yeah."

"Good."

He turns the two of you around just for more hands to catch you, Matt's grip firm on your waist, guiding you one, two, three steps back before he sits heavily on the couch. You follow him down, and his ridiculous height and musculature means that he has you arranged just right, straddling his lap, before you even know it.

You can't help but consider that their comfort comes from experience.

How often do they do things like this?

You voice that question, tentative under Matt's intense gaze, and he laughs. "'S' happened. Y'know. Whenever it seems like a good time."

Unhelpful.

"What's a broship if you haven't seen each other naked, anyway?" Seph adds, and Matt laughs again.

"Speakin' of..."

A brow quirked, he goes for the hem of your top, and it's with a few words of encouragement and a brief retreat to be able to wrestle buttons and zippers that you find yourself stripped to your underwear and back on his strong lap.

"This isn't seeing each other naked," you point out, when your senses return.

Both of them, the one beneath you and the one hovering within reach, are both still fully clothed, and it makes you a little self-conscious.

Matthew nods. "You're so right."

He takes Seph's denim jacket by the back collar and yanks it down his arms unceremoniously, far cry from the way he's handling you. Seph shrugs the garment off, nonplussed.

It's taken in turns from there. Matt's flannel shirt, the undone belt and popped button on Seph's jeans. Your bra, leaving you still the most exposed by far. Matt's pants, finally, but amusingly, not his tank top. Your panties.

"Still only me," you complain again, when you're fully nude in the thick air of the lounge.

Grinning, jostling you on his lap so that you can feel the shape of his hard-on against your thigh, Matt takes Seph's cap off his own head and puts it on you, instead.

"There."

Maybe it's the sweet, silly gesture, or maybe it's how Seph's expression changes just a little bit into something hungry and fond, but suddenly, you're not nervous anymore. It's your turn.

Back against the door you go, standing, pulling Seph close, and guiding him to press you against the thin wood.

"I wanted you, first, anyway," you tease, loudly enough that Matt protests from back on the couch.

A glance proves that he's not bothered in the slightest, though, lounging just how you'd left him, hand dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

The cap doesn't fit well, but Seph adjusts it on your head anyway as he tugs his jeans down - not off, but down just enough...

As he's sliding home - an easy slide, too, you've been worked up for ages, hours - with one hand holding your thigh up over his hip and the other bracing himself against the door so that his weight pins you there, half-suspended, it happens.

The doorknob turns, fruitlessly, since there's a fair bit in the way of it opening.

The music is still pounding outside, the quick eight-count of what is most definitely reggaeton, but much closer than that, you can hear a woman's voice.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Matt calls.

The doorknob stops moving.

"You're not serious. In my club?" the girl on the other side complains.

"So serious," Seph adds.

There's a noise, maybe a scoff, maybe a gasp, at how close his voice is.

"We're busy, Minny, take your break later," says Matt.

"Busy," she said, venomous, the voice of an exasperated sibling.

All the while, of course, Seph has been pumping into you shallowly. Torturous, in your opinion. Extremely unfair. You'd prefer not to embarrass yourself right now, but he's leaving you without many options.

"Tell her," Seph says, and after a second, you realize he's looking at you, talking to you.

You blink at him.

"Tell her how busy."

It doesn't even cross your mind to say no.

No, instead, you try. "We're a - a little b- ah!"

The last part is a garbled moan, too loud and half-swallowed at the same time. It's Seph's fault, a well-timed, deep-and-dirty grind into you, pelvis against your clit for just a second, and you really can't help it. You hear the girl on the other side of the door sigh, resigned.

"Come to the bar when you're done. Drinks are on the house, for dealing with these two." With the way that Seph is all but holding you up now that your legs threaten to give out, the way that Matt is standing now, watching with unabashed hunger in his face, you think you're definitely going to take her up on that.

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #kard fanfic #kard fanfiction #kard smut #kard bm fanfic #matthew kim fanfic #kard jseph fanfic #j.seph fanfic #kard bm smut #kard j.seph smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

[ixynaa]

CHERRY BOMB

Listen to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways while you read this!

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!reader

18+ MINORS, DNI

Warnings: Language, alcohol, intoxication, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, public-ish sex

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Inside of one of the cities’ local bars, Ghost Team lounged around as they enjoyed one another’s company with loud music, pool and karaoke. Despite the bar and the rowdiness from others in the bar, everyone was seeming to enjoy themselves.

Sitting at the bar, Soap sat beside Ghost, stirring his drink slowly as he watched over the bar.

“You stir your drink like you’re the fuckin’ Queen of England.” Simon said, lifting his mask slowly. He downed his glass, motioning for the bartender.

“I like to savor my drinks, Lt.” He stated. Soap lifted his glass, taking a drink of the bourbon before setting the glass back down. “Satisfied?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Too bad.”

The man turned his head, watching as Siren made her way towards the bar. The woman, dressed in a tight red dress, slipped between Simon and Johnny, reaching for one of the shots.

“Simon’s just mad that you can handle your whiskey, Johnny.” She said, swallowing the shot whole. Simon’s eyes merely squinted.

“You get shit-faced after two margaritas.” Simon said to her. The woman shrugged her shoulders, pointing at him. “At least I can admit that I’m a light weight.”

Johnny chuckled.

Simon lifted his chin as he addressed to Johnny’s glass. “Give it to her.”

He rose a brow. “My drink?”

“Go on. She’ll only spit it out, she can’t handle whiskey.”

Siren stared at Simon as Johnny handed her the glads. “If it means there’s a chance she’ll spit it in your face, I’m willing to take the risk.”

But she refused, no matter how bad it tasted or how bad it burned her throat. As her lips met the rim right where Johnny’s had been, she tilted the glass and took in a mouthful. The two men watched her intently, noticing the faint wrinkling of her nose as her cheeks puffed slightly.

Simon hummed as if he were waiting.

Siren held her breath, and she swallowed harshly. As the alcohol burned her throat and soared down into her chest, she coughed slightly as she placed the glass down. Johnny pressed a hand to her back, causing her to ease beneath his touch.

Johnny reached for the ice water on the table, placing it in Siren’s hand as he glanced at Simon. “Bummer.”

She was already feeling a buzz before the whiskey, but as minutes passed, it only increased.

Siren leaned against the bar as Soap watched her. “You feeling all right, Siren?”

She nodded. “I feel great, Johnny.”

From across the room, Price shouted. “Simon, get your ass over here! You owe me a round!”

Siren followed Simon and Johnny’s eyes to Price. Him, Gaz and Alejandro were standing around the pool table, chitchatting as Gaz racked up the balls into the middle of the table.

“Bloody hell.” Ghost downed his shot before adjusting his mask back over his mouth. As he stood and made his way across the room, Soap and Siren were left alone.

“Do you play pool?” She asked, climbing onto the stool beside him.

“Not great at it, but I know how to play.” Soap said as he stirred his glass again. “I’d get my ass handed to me by Lt and the Captain.”

Siren leaned across the bar as she reached for the glass bowl of cherries. “I don’t know how to play.”

Soap took one of the cherries and popped the staining fruit into his mouth. The woman watched him as he picked it clean from the stem, holding it between his teeth.

“It’s only basic chemistry.” Soap mentioned, fiddling with the stem between his teeth.

She watched closely as Soap took the stem into his mouth and began poking his tongue around. Siren shifted on her stool, reaching for another shot as she grew hot and flustered.

As he poked the stem out from his lips, she noticed the knotted stem and huffed.

Her breath caught in her throat. “H—How did you do that?”

Soap looked to her. “Tie a cherry stem in a knot?”

He grabbed a cherry and held it out. “Eat it, first.”

Siren stared at him with large doe eyes as he fed her the cherry, and she bit into it before chewing it carefully. She was thankful for it to be without a seed, and she swallowed it while holding the stem between her lips. Soap cleared another cherry before grabbing his own stem.

“Place it over your tongue,” he instructed. Siren draped the thin stem over her tongue, waiting for him.

“Now cross it over.”

She crossed the stem, but she struggled due to the fact that she was using her mouth while he stared at her with his large blue eyes. Her heart hammered inside of her chest as she waited.

“Now hold both ends between your teeth.”

Soap began knotting another stem without hesitation. As he watched Siren, she huffed as she attempted over and over again.

Soap began to laugh quietly. “Use your tongue, Lass.”

Her cheeks immediately burned as she tried desperately so she could finish embarrassing herself. But as she gave in, Soap leaned forward and grabbed her chin, causing her to open her mouth. Soap’s eyes lingered over her face with the sight of her tongue drawn out for him.

Soap reached for the stem and took it in his hand. Siren stared down at it, seeing she was unsuccessful.

“I’m not as skilled with my tongue as you are,” she commented.

Soap smirked as he emptied his glass. “Years of practice, love.”

The longer she imagined Soap using his tongue in different ways, she felt a warmth between her thighs. Siren inhaled as she turned her head. “Will you teach me how to play pool?”

“Aye,” he said, standing. Siren slid off of the stool, unaware of the numbness in her legs from the intoxication and from sitting. The woman’s knees buckled, and before she could react, a long, buff arm wound securely around her waist.

“Easy, Lass.” Soap said. “Are you all right?”

She laughed quietly. “I’m really a clumsy drunk.”

He scoffed as he lead her towards the empty pool table. She stood patiently as Soap gathered two pool queues, chalking them before handing them to her.

“I’ll rack.” He said.

She watched as he grabbed the wooden case and racked the balls together into the middle of the table. Her eyes slipped as he leaned over the table, her eyes focused on his ass that fit perfectly in his tight jeans. He was build like a God.

Across the bar, Price, Ghost, Alejandro and Gaz spoke quietly to one another as Price began messing with the jukebox. Alejandro grinned as the man slipped a coin into the machine.

As Cherry Bomb began to play, Siren tapped her foot to the beat.

Standing upright, Soap grabbed his queue. “You want to make sure you’re relaxed, ‘specially with the shoulders. You’ll not want to put too much force in your shot.”

Siren watched as Soap rested the queue between his thumb and his index, teasing the stick back and forth before slamming it into the queue ball. As all of the balls scattered across the table, several pocketed.

“I thought you said you weren’t good.” She said, raising a brow.

“That’s just luck.” He said. “C’mon, go ahead and try.”

Siren walked forward and stood beside the table. As she began to lean, Soap’s eyes immediately lingered to her backside that was slowly being revealed as her short red dress began to rise slowly past her thighs.

“Up tae high doh, bloody Jesus.” The man stepped forward and gripped Siren by her forearms, unintentionally pressing into her ass. The woman gasped at the contact, standing up right.

“Your dress, Lass.” He whispered in her ear. “It’s too fuckin’ short.”

Soap glanced towards the group across the room as they whistled faintly at their physical contact. Soap flipped them off, turning back to Siren as she remained still.

“You all right?” He asked her.

“I’m perfectly fine.” She whispered, her body still pressed to his own. The man’s hand rested on her hip, holding her there as he inhaled the scent of her strong, lingering perfume. The way she brushed against his crotch, caused the man’s dick to ache as it threatened to burst through his briefs and his jeans.

Siren leaned against his torso as she twisted the pool queue in her hands. “You’re so warm, Johnny.”

“Aye, you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m almost drunk. I still know what’s happening.” She said, placing her hand on his thigh.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

Soap clenched his jaw as her body pressed farther to his own, and he grunted quietly.

“What do you want?”

Siren turned slowly, her hand resting against his torso.

“I want you.”

Soap cupped her face in his hand and pulled her face to his. “Canny, Lass. You don’t know what you’re askin’.”

Her hands fell to her sides. “If you don’t want to, then forget I said anything.”

Siren began to turn away, but Soap wouldn’t allow it. Overcome with lust and anticipation for more, Soap grabbed her waist and spun her around, forcing his lips onto hers. Siren closed her eyes as she molded her body with his own, exhaling as his hand slipped down her spine.

“Are you satisfied?” He asked her between short breaths, still holding her close.

She shook her head as she pressed her hips to his, his erection pressing against her. “Now.”

Soap growled beneath his breath as he took her arm and began tugging her through the bar. Disappearing from the team’s eye, they walked down the hallway until they reached a closed door.

“What if we get caught?”

“Doubt that,” his hands gripped her hips as he pushed the door open. It was the women’s bathroom.

Soap pressed his lips to hers hungrily as he walked her farther into the bathroom. Siren slipped her fingers through his short hair, causing him to groan against her mouth. The man walked towards the sink, lifting her up onto the counter. She huffed quietly, winding an arm around his neck as his hands slipped up her thighs.

“Fuck me.” Soap moaned as her hand gripped his ass, squeezing it firmly.

The woman began to giggle as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Soap bit his lip before kissing her neck.

“A giggly drunk.” He said as he slipped his hands beneath her dress.

“I’m not drunk, Johnny.” She said in his ear. “Even if I was, I’d still let you take advantage of me.”

“Whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye, Lass.” His fingers hooked around the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down her thighs. He pulled the pink lace thong from her legs, dropping them to the floor.

“Pink?” He asked. “Not your color. And a thong? You’ve been waitin’, haven’t you?”

Siren gripped his shoulders as she pulled him in closer. “You tied that knot, you have experience?”

Soap pulled her forward by the thighs as he kneeled down before her. “Knots aren’t the only thing my tongue’s good for, baby.”

She looked down at him as he pressed his face between her thighs, parting them farther before running his nose up her slick folds. Parting his lips, Soap pressed his tongue to her clit and listened as she gasped. Her immediate reaction kicked in, and she arched her spine before leaning back against the mirror. Soap moved his tongue over the bundle of nerves, sending waves of arousal through her body as she fisted his hair. Siren closed her eyes, their stare breaking.

Soap watched her as she unfolded beneath him due to the simple movements of his tongue. Pulling back, he dipped back in and pressed his tongue inside of her cunt, causing her to moan louder.

“Fuck, Johnny.” She whined, pressing her hips forward. His hands closed around each thigh, squeezing them as he fucked her with his tongue. Her sweet arousal costed his tongue and lips the longer he pleased her, his dick begging to be released.

Soap moved his head as he fucked her orally, nudging the tip of his nose purposely against her clit in the process. It had been too long since he was able to please a woman. Way too long.

“You feel so good around my tongue, Lass.” He said, his blue eyes focusing on her. Siren reached up and pulled the straps off of her shoulders, pulling the dress down to expose her breasts. Johnny stared at the perfect round rack before him, watching with a throbbing dick as Siren began to knead her breasts herself.

“Johnny, please, touch me.” She begged as her fingers closed around each hardened swell, pinching them in between her fingers.

“I want you to cum on my tongue, Si.” He practically demanded. Flicking and swirling his tongue, he savored the taste of her as he worked her towards her orgasm. Siren squeezed her eyes shut as she began to tighten, clenching her walls as the unbearable pressure began to build inside of her body.

Soap slipped his to tongue inside of her once more when she came, releasing as she cried out his name. She only hoped the music was too loud for anyone in the bar to hear.

Soap stood to his feet and forced his mouth to hers, so she could taste what he enjoyed. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as he began unfastening his belt.

“I want you so bad, Johnny.” She breathed out as he unzipped his jeans.

“You ask, then you shall receive.” He whispered, slipping his briefs down quickly. Soap took his long, girth dick into his hand before positioning himself between her legs.

Shoving himself deep inside of her, Siren moaned, crying out as he grunted into the dip of her neck. He pressed one hand to the mirror while the other held one of her legs hitched over his hip, thrusting into her.

He started off slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his length and width. And for Siren, she had never experience such painful pleasure until then.

Soap moaned as he held her still. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Lass. You’ve never taken cock before?” He asked her.

“Twice, but never so big.” She whimpered as she tried to move with him, allowing him to take charge shortly after. “Oh, fuck.”

He pressed his forehead to hers as he moved in and out of her. “You want me to stop?”

“No.” She said, a little too desperately. “Please, Johnny. Faster.”

Her begging was music to his ears. He did as he was asked, caressing her walls and her cervix with each movement. Soap moaned as he slid his hand up to her sternum, moving his palm over her breast before squeezing it firmly in his hand. Siren moaned as he massaged her nipple with the pad of his thumb.

“You like that?” He asked. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Your tight cunt stretching for me. Fuck, you feel like heaven, Siren.” He was waiting for her for a long time, and now that he had her, he would please her in any way possible. “You take my dick so good.”

Her whimpers rang in his ears and he moved faster. Massaging her breast in his hand while gripping her thigh, he was leaving red fingerprints as his fingers dug into the flesh, sure enough to leave a set of bruises. Siren dug her nails into the skin of his biceps as he fucked her.

Her release began to leak down his dick, and he sighed out of pleasure. “Good girl, cumming again, are you?”

Siren pressed her lips to his jaw, sucking the skin there as she began moving with him. Soap moaned the more she clenched around him.

“God, yes.” She moaned, overcome with bliss. As he lifted her leg higher, she whined out as he slammed against her.

“Are you going to cum?” She asked him between breaths.

“Soon.” He answered. His dick was already beginning to tingle each time her walls closed around him. He held her leg high, quickening his pace as he chased his release.

Siren pressed her lips to his ear as he thrusted. “I’m all yours, Johnny. I want you to cum inside of me.”

That was enough to give him a boost towards his high. Soap slipped out once, before shoving himself deep inside of her cunt before releasing. The man moaned loudly, burying his face into her neck as sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Fuck.” He panted. Siren could feel his warmth disappear as he slipped out of her, pulling his jeans back into place. Soap grabbed her thong from the floor, shoving the piece into her purse.

“Wasn’t expecting any of that.” He murmured, pressing a hand to her face. He watched as a blush crept onto her cheeks as she pulled the straps back up to her shoulders.

“I’m glad, though.”

The man chuckled quietly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. And as she pressed both hands to either side of his face, a knock came to the door.

Their lips detached and they turned their heads towards the door.

Siren’s eyes widened as he held her.

“Occupied!”

#call of duty #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #x female reader #x fem!reader #modern warfare #smut

[divinegrey]

𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 / 𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

first jett prompt! the anon requested something similar to a reyna imagine i did a few days ago, so i did my best to deliver. hope it's alright!

prompt: hi! really loved your 'empress' kiss' story. could you possibly do something similar with jett or sage? its okay if it isn't that long but i would really appreciate it :)

words: 1200

warnings: alcohol use, fluff

“It’s an actual crime that you aren’t dancing with me right now.” 

You throw back the shot you just purchased from the bar, the alcohol sliding down your throat. Shit, it burns, and you bite down on the slice of lime to get rid of the nasty feeling in your throat that comes from cheap tequila. 

“Well, you haven’t fuckin’ asked me!” You say to Jett, pushing the dirty glass and half-eaten lime wedge back toward the bartender. Jett huffs, grabbing your wrist rather impatiently before dragging you out to the dancefloor. Heavy music blasts through the club, and you wonder why anyone left tonight’s event up to Phoenix— you’re ninety five percent sure it’s just the Backstreet Boys playing, but you’ve had a couple shots and you don’t really care too much right now. 

Jett pushes through the throngs of people; you pass by Neon, and you swear you see Raze near the DJ booth trying to smuggle money to presumably change the music to something a little more… not British. 

Sorry Phoenix. 

Everyone is in their civvies; with an opportunity to go clubbing, everyone has brought out their latest and greatest outfits. Or, well, most of them. You think you saw Fade lurking somewhere in a hoodie and black pants, but your memory is hazy. All you can focus on is Jett’s lean body in her tight sleeveless crop top. Even out of Protocol, her clothing choice remains consistent; loose techwear joggers, crisp sneakers, and some fingerless gloves on her hands. 

You really aren’t surprised when the music changes to a better beat— Raze has fantastic taste, and the majority of the club seems to agree too. Jett swings you around, a smile on her face, and it’s difficult to think about anything else when all you see is her white hair, loose around her shoulders, and the steel grey of her eyes reflecting the strobe lights overhead. 

With the beat shifting to something you’d call a little more sinful, Jett is all too happy to go with the flow. She turns around, backing up into you. The music muffles the squeak that leaves your mouth as Jett begins to— ahem— throw it back. Somewhere in your alcohol-addled brain, instinct kicks in and you hold her by the waist, stepping into the groove of the music. 

Maybe you’re intoxicated. 

Or being near Jett like this with the massive crush you have on her is making your intoxication worse. 

And she is none the wiser to the way you blush at her. Here, you can at least blame it on the alcohol. 

There’s a grin on Jett’s face that makes you smile too, and you unknowingly squeeze her hips, pressing into her. Jett’s eyes connect with yours when she glances over her shoulder; she straightens up, putting her back to your front and reaching behind to hold onto your arm as she dances the night away. 

God, you think you might fall over. 

Someone bumps into your back— Phoenix, you think— and it forces you closer to Jett. If she’s unhappy, she certainly doesn’t look like it, as you can hear her laugh over the heavy bass of the Brazilian music flowing through the club. 

She spins around, your hands sliding on her waist until they find a place once more. 

“You’re a good dancer!” Jett shouts over the music, and your face burns. 

“Y— yeah! You too!” You say back, only for her to screw up her face like she didn’t hear you. You lean closer to her ear, saying quite loudly, “I said you’re good at dancing too!” 

You realize you may have been baited into getting closer to her, because Jett winds her arms around your neck and it’s incredibly difficult to pull away when she clearly wants you this close. Not that you’d want to step away, because at least being this close to her gives you the excuse to pretend that you’re her girlfriend and not just her best friend. 

Vaguely, you recognize the slow and sensual beat of the music playing— one of Raze’s favorites, Pantera by Anitta. Of course the Brazilian would get the DJ to play this. She probably saw you and Jett on the dancefloor and decided to make it her problem. 

To anyone other than Jett, your crush is obvious. To the woman herself, she’s none the wiser. 

You’re okay with that if it means getting to be her best friend. 

You exhale a warm breath into the crook of Jett’s neck, swaying your hips in time to the music. You think if you look at her right now, you might not be able to handle it with all the alcohol you’ve consumed. 

But you’ve never been one to get what you want. 

Jett’s fingers move through your hair and you pull away, wondering if you’ve done something wrong, only to see her smiling so widely your heart melts inside of your chest. Your body moves on autopilot among the throngs of people, leading the dance, but you’re glued to the way the lights dance in Jett’s eyes. At this moment, you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. 

You’re in love with her. 

“Jett!” You shout, catching her attention. She looks at you, her eyes unfocused and hazy. You stare at her; any other words you could say vanish into thin air. Your fingers fidget from where they rest on her hips, and you swallow thickly. 

Jett looks at you. 

But this… this feels different than any other time she’s looked at you. 

Could she feel the same way? 

Her hand moves from your hair to your cheek, her thumb stroking softly under your eye. You absorb the feeling of her fingers, calloused from knives. 

Jett has always been the braver one out of the two of you. 

Her arm tightens around your neck, forcing your head forward and she meets you in the middle. 

The taste of cheap vodka is thick on her lips, but you’ve never felt more right in your life. Your arms wrap snugly around Jett, forcing her as close as possible to you as the lights around you go absolutely apeshit. Even with your eyes closed, soaking up the feelings and sensations of Jett kissing you— kissing you!— the lights of the club bathe you both in shades of blues and greens and reds and everything in between. 

 Jett kisses like she’s got a point to prove, and you’re more than willing to let her. Your legs feel weak, your chest full of warmth and nerves mixing together. It boils in your body, the nervous energy you’ve felt the entire night from being close to her in ways that friends shouldn’t have been, and yet, here you are, opening your mouth when she kisses you with her tongue. 

When she pulls away and you feel her breathing against your lips, you’re convinced you’re going to pass out. This isn’t how you thought it would happen; you didn’t think it was going to happen at all. 

Jett leans to the side, to your ear. “Kiss me again, you idiot.” 

And who are you to say no? 

The grin on your face is hard to get rid of, even as you tug Jett back to you and your lips meet hers again. 

#jett x reader #valorant jett x reader #jett #jett valorant #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant imagines #jett imagines

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 759: Modest Mouse This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About

It’s been five months since I’ve written one of these album posts, mainly because 2022 was such a busy year. When I made my last album post on August 1st, I was still talking about my favorite albums from 2021. While I enjoy talking about current music, I think I get more enjoyment writing about music that I’ve had plenty of time to sit with, and consequently, I felt like I was running out of things to say about new releases.

I wasn’t sure how to dip my toes back into this project. Then on New Year’s Eve I got the news that Jeremiah Green passed away.

I’m sure Modest Mouse meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. And for most people, their impression of the band starts around 2004 with their big hit “Float On.” For me, Modest Mouse will always be that curious local band from the early ‘90s.

A quick recap on Seattle in the ‘90s: Nirvana blew up in the fall of ‘91, and their success helped turn the spotlight on Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Screaming Trees, and Mudhoney. Seattle was suddenly seen as a hub of underground rock music. But the reality is that we were a geographically isolated city with restrictive liquor laws and the Teen Dance Ordinance, a law that made all ages concerts virtually impossible. Rock music in Seattle was for the 21+ crowd. If you were a kid and you liked going to shows, you had to go to the youth centers out in the suburbs, or you had to go down to Tacoma and Olympia, or you religiously attended the one tiny all ages venue in the sketchiest part of downtown, The Velvet Elvis, that was strangely exempt from the ordinance on a technicality (namely, it had fixed seating, so you couldn’t “dance”). There was a distinct generational gap between the crowd that saw Nirvana play at the Central Saloon the summer before Nevermind came out and the local teenagers who picked up guitars in its wake.

Botch started playing in ‘93 and by the end of ‘94 we were playing shows at The Velvet Elvis. We were also playing spots like The Old Fire House in Redmond and Ground Zero in Bellevue, the suburban youth centers that held weekly concerts for the underage crowd. Some weeks you’d get a touring acts like Neurosis or Rocket From the Crypt, but we were so far off the standard touring circuit that most of the time you just got local bands. 

Modest Mouse was a name we saw around a lot. The name sounded a bit twee for our tastes, but we knew their drummer Jeremiah had been in a hardcore band called Drown, and he’d been an early fixture at The Old Fire House. Despite the small nature of the underage scene in Seattle and the crossover in our musical  interests, I wouldn’t hear Modest Mouse until Botch went out on our first tour in ‘96. In San Francisco, we played at the famous Epicenter Records. The bill was Modest Mouse, Scenic Vermont, Trial, and Botch. There were maybe 20 people there. But man, Modest Mouse fuckin’ ruled. They could be sweet and pretty one moment and screaming over distortion and feedback the next. We all became fans that night.

There was so much I identified with in their music. For one thing, it felt like every song started with a nugget of an idea---a solid verse/chorus structure---and then drifted off into some noisy exploratory jam session. It didn’t feel far off from what Botch was doing in that regard. We’d start a song with a couple of riffs that worked together, and we’d just jam in the basement until the rest of the song fell into place. It’s funny... I just assumed that was how every band wrote together. That’s what Fugazi and Drive Like Jehu did, after all. But in hindsight, I think it was a very unique approach, or at least it’s one that’s fallen out of favor with newer bands. When I listen to those early Modest Mouse songs, you can feel the excitement of a band bouncing ideas off of each other, letting happy accidents turn into whole new parts. 

There was something else that really resonated with me about those early Modest Mouse records. There was a sense of wonder with the western landscape, a fascination with geography, and a sense of loneliness and alienation when you become uprooted from your childhood home. It was all there in their record titles---Interstate 8, The Lonesome Crowded West, This Is a Long Drive. I’d only moved to the Northwest in ‘92, so I felt uprooted too. But there was also this new appreciation for wide open spaces. After living on an island you could drive across in a couple of hours, it boggled my mind that you could just get in a car and drive for several days and still not see the other side of the continent. Modest Mouse’s music captured that excitement for the open road and the possibilities it offered.

This Is a Long Drive had come out just a few months before that SF show. This album, along with the Broke single, got a lot of plays in our camp after playing with them. National success for Modest Mouse was still somewhere on the horizon, but by the time summer was over it felt like they were taking off regionally. They sold out a show at The Velvet Elvis that fall. I didn’t even know bands could sell out The Velvet Elvis back then. Sure, it held maybe 125 people, tops, but I didn’t realize there were 125 kids hip to the weird art house theater tucked in an alley in a grimy part of downtown. 

By the time The Lonesome Crowded West came out, they were a national act. A year or two earlier you’d only hear their music at friend’s houses or on the local college radio station. Now you heard their music in coffee shops, bars, and record stores all over the States. They belonged to the world.

Weirdly enough, my only interaction with Jeremiah would happen years later. At some point in the late ‘00s, after the success with Good News For People Who Love Bad News and his brief hiatus from the band, I was at a grocery store in Seattle with a mutual friend. “You guys know each other, right?” the friend asked in lieu of a proper introduction. We both shrugged and smiled, introduced ourselves, both saying “yeah, I know” in response. We were the same age, had come up in the same scene. I’d gone in to work a shift at The Old Fire House Teen Center the day he stopped by to talk to my boss about quitting Modest Mouse. We were in the same musical orbit, likely going through the same growing pains at the same stages of our lives, which is probably why their music hit me the way it did. 

RIP Jeremiah Green. Thank you for the music.

#everyrecordiown #modest mouse

[iibonniee]

RM1503: Human anatomy and physiology

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: College AU/smut

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: teacher/student relations, closet quickie, fingering, oral (male receiving), hinted daddy kink, i use fuck a lot so yeah

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This is the fifth installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun’s parts are on her page and both Hyungwon and Kihyun's on mine!

Taglist for the faculty: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215 @guesswhatimthinking

With just 5 short minutes until the class concluded, Y/N counted each second that met the minute. Her eagerness was clearly evident as her mind replayed what had happened merely three hours ago. 

Minhyuk’s tongue was harsh against her own. Even in the dimly lit closet, his hands knew where to go, and the groan that brushed past his chapped lips sent a shot straight to her core. In hindsight, they should care about the consequences of almost fucking during school hours.

“That’s what adds to the thrill, baby.”

His fingers cupped her soaked heat in seconds. His grin was evident even through their heated makeout session. 

“Look at you,” He whispered as his eyes tried to see properly in the light, “No underwear? You know time is ticking today. Do you want others to see you like this? I could smell your sweet pussy from a mile away. You want to make others drool, huh? They should know you’re all fuckin’ mine.”

Fuck. Her head fell back just at his words alone. His fingers were already picking up her juices. The deep growl she heard from him drove her into a spiral. Her vision was already hazy, but the view of her lover with his lips caught harshly between his lips was a sight on his own.

His focus was intent as he watched his slender fingers disappear into her needy core. In and out they went and his words never stopped. Curling his fingers only drove her more crazy.

“You have Professor Byun after this? Lucky bastard.” Yet even as he rambled on, she knew that she was growing close, and so was the time. Ten minutes never felt like a long time for a quickie. “I feel your pussy clamping my fingers. Cum around Daddy's fingers. I want to taste your cum.”

Her cries were muffled by both her hands and the timer that had just reached zero. Minhyuk held her up as he finger fucked her through her orgasm. She knew she shouldn’t watch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off of him as he brought those same two fingers into his mouth, groaning at the delightful taste.

“Just as fuckin’ sweet as last night.” His smirk was sinister as his eyes remained focused on her. “You better get to class-”

“What about you?” 

“You can make it up to me later.” 

Later.

The thought alone had her squirm in her seat. She smiled to herself knowing soon enough she’d be able to run across campus to spend at least a good half an hour with her boyfriend until he’d have to teach his class again. 

Relief flushed her skin as Professor Byun dismissed class just three minutes before the class was due to end. Whether he was aware of her growing sexual frustration or not, he was definitely her savior. 

Professor Byun's music room was well across the campus from Minhyuk’s classroom. Still, she chose to run, needing just that extra bit of time with her boyfriend. 

Five short minutes felt entirely too long to get to his classroom. The silence that spilled from the cracked door told her that he hadn't allowed any students to stay behind for extra help. He knew her all too well. 

The silence, however, didn’t last long.

Just as the door clicked shut, Minhyuk had his hands all over her body, almost as if they had never parted in the first place. His lips were harsh against her own. He was wanting, needy, as he rutted his hard on against her uncovered pussy.

“I need you. So badly,” Minhyuk whined, not stopping his movements. It was only when there was a light knock on the door did both their heads snap towards it in panic. “Oh, shit.”

Oh, shit indeed. Y/N’s heart began to speed up at the thought of someone being on the other side of the door. Not only was their position very compromising, but Minhyuk was no doubt about to get rid of his boner.

“Get under the desk.” Minhyuk whispered harshly, forcing her under. Soon enough, he sat down, legs spread on either side of her. His boner was still no doubt hard, excited by the thrill of almost getting caught and having her now under his desk. “Come in!”

The silence that filled the air was brief, only for it to be interrupted by the sound of heels echoing in the classroom, which had Y/N raise her brow with curiosity. 

“Good evening, Minhyuk,” The feminine voice was unrecognizable to Y/N. She could hear the smile the woman held as she spoke up once more, “I was just walking by with lunch.”

It was then she heard the sound of a paper bag being placed down on his desk. The sound alone surprised her, causing her to jump slightly. Blinking, she moved her body forward to get a good view of her boyfriend. His smile was off, almost forced, but he dealt with the woman anyway.

What a fucking cockblock.

“Your room is across campus.” Minhyuk pointed out with a laugh. Despite the awkward interaction, Y/N rolled her eyes, growing bored of the conversation she was forced to listen to. Her fingers traveled up his black jeans slowly, pausing in a taunting move just where he needed relief the most. “I just had lunch-”

“Did you?” The nameless teacher giggled. “I thought your last class was the first of the three you taught today?”

Her voice was loud enough to get his zipper down, without question. Even as the woman chatted on, trying to call out her boyfriend’s obvious avoidance, Y/N found some humor behind it all. A little payback for all the times Minhyuk wanted to tease her around others.

Minhyuk’s deep inhale was welcomed at the feeling of his cock finally being let free. Tiny beads of precum threatened to fall on his girlfriend’s needy lips. Just as he was sending up a silent prayer, it was answered as he felt her lips meet the tip of his cock.

“Did I say I just had lunch? Silly me. I meant to say I was planning on having lunch with Kihyun and Hoseok, once I was finished grading these papers.” Despite his girlfriend just being under his desk sucking his dick, Minhyuk’s voice was unwavering. Not to be broken, no matter how much the temptation was there.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me stealing you for a day.”

“Really Seulgi-” Just as he started speaking, Minhyuk lost all the words as he felt his cock reach the back of his girlfriend’s throat.  

“Are you ok?” The panic in Seulgi’s voice was evident, and if Y/N didn't know any better, she was trying to get closer.

“Yes - I’m fine. Please, I think I’m going to have to cancel on you and cancel my classes. My stomach feels like it’s going to explode. Bad breakfast.” His lie was smooth, believable to an outsider. Y/N could see his face twist through her lashes, and if her face wasn’t full of his cock, she’d have to try her best not to laugh.

“Do you want me to go-”

“Yes, please. Take your food too.” His answer was immediate, leaving no further room for the other professor to argue with him.

The same heels Y/N heard earlier made their way to the door, not even leaving a goodbye as she left.

“Fuck.” Minhyuk groaned, eyes now on her as his fingers threaded through her hair, finally able to guide her, “I’m about to cum. Fuck, that gets me going. You under my desk sucking my cock without any care. She was about to spot you, too, naughty fuckin' minx.”

Now that he was fully in control, his hips snapped up, fucking her mouth as best as he could without hurting her. The soft moans that came from Minhyuk’s mouth were heavenly.

“Oh fuuuck-” The taste of his warm cum filled her mouth quickly. His thrusts didn’t stop until he was done. 

He was a panting mess as he watched her swallow his cum through hooded lids.

“We have to do that again. I would’ve cum in my pants, even if you palmed me. You don’t understand how crazy you drive me.”

Now sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, his lips pressed soft feathered kisses to her neck.

No matter how much she wanted to ignore her bubbling curiosity, she couldn’t help but ask, “Who was that?”

“Seulgi?” Minhyuk questioned with puzzled eyes. The more his eyes scanned his girlfriend’s face, the more he knew she was serious. “She teaches, like, Studio Arts or something. She’s good friends with Kihyun and they work closely together.”

“What about that girl? The girl he slept with? I thought he had something with her? Or wanted to.”

Minhyuk could see the confusion flowing through her eyes. His chuckle only proved that he found it funny.

“Oh, he is still going after her,” He spoke between fits of laughter, “Trust me, love. We all have our eyes set on someone. Just not all of us have made a move, yet.”

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[spaceagebachelormann]

Hii am I able to request Dean Portman x M!Reader who is also goth and Bombay’s son? Like how would Bombay and the rest of the team react when they find out Dean and him are dating?

dean with a goth bf who’s bombays son !

✧ warnings: maybe some homophobia (it takes place in the 90s after all), and mentions of people being judgemental towards readers style. also there’s like one sexual joke

✧ additional info: been wanting to write this for awhile now ngl <3, and also reader is on the team because it makes my life easier

✧ nav. — m.list.

i’m gonna be honest

he probably thought you were weird at first cause of the way you would dress

he didn’t say anything abt it though because you were bombays son and he didn’t wanna get kicked off the team so he js kept quiet

but i feel like he eventually starts to think ur cool because he’d talk to u through fulton cause fulton seems like that one mf who’s friends with literally everyone

he finds out ur music taste is the bomb (GOTH MUSIC EATS IDC) and slowly builds a friendship over that

he seems like he would be able to easily recognize his feelings for u

but he has internalized homophobia and hid it because his thought was “he’s hot but in a friend way” (it’s not in a friend way)

i hc that him and julie are close friends so when it starts to frustrate him he goes to her

they talk it out and she helps him realize that he def likes u

“everytime i see him i just wanna grab him and kiss him but like in a friend way” “dean would you flirt with your guy friends” “no?? tf?? oh.” “yeah”

probably takes a week to accept it before realizing this way he can pull both guys and girls

he starts making like subtle moves at u since he knows everyone will just think y’all are joking abt something

he’d probably get annoyed if u don’t catch on 😭

after a week of accepting he likes guys he decides to ask u out cause like what’s he got to lose

it was probably SO random too

y’all are sitting on his bed when suddenly he moves closer and just says “ur hot ngl”

and then he confesses slightly normally and y’all start ur relationship!

now because it’s the 90s and it’s a mlm relationship he becomes so much more protective than if he had a gf

someone looks at you guys weird in public? he’s looking even weirder back. someone calls you guys a certain f slur under their breath? he walks up to them and calls it them to their face

at this point he thinks ur style is so cool and interesting and js wants to show u off a lot

will walk behind u to check u out mainly and so u can have the spotlight

and he will fight anyone who makes fun of you

he’d always have an arm around ur waist or shoulders or on ur thigh for funsies

also probably calls u the names of goth artists cause he thinks it’s funny

u bring him something? “thanks robert smith”

u give him a lil kiss after practice? “why don’t u give me another marilyn manson?”

ALSO IM SORRY IF THEY ARENT GOTH ARTISTS IM VERY NEW TO GOTH MUSIC PLS CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG

as for bombays reaction

dean probably fucking told him by accident during practice 😭

“dean nobody likes when ur get agressive like that—” “OH YEAH? UR SON SURE FUCKIN DOES”

and then everyone js kinda stares at him

and bombay turns to u and then looks at him again before js telling everyone to keep practicing

he pulls y’all aside to talk to u

he’s supportive ofc <3 but he also reminds u to be careful because people aren’t very accepting

but he also knows there isn’t much to worry about cause when ur dating dean ur also probably bsfs with fulton and those two will die before letting anything happen to u

i cant think of anything else rn but i might come back and add to this!

#mars lovely anons <3 #the mighty ducks x reader #the mighty ducks #tmd x reader #tmd #dean portman #dean portman x reader #mars writing 🧈