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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween, everyone! Yes, it’s still technically Halloween, so I’m getting this in while I still can. I kept meaning to write this all month, but I never actually remembered to--one Hocus Pocus viewing later, and voila! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Getting in the holiday spirit, you, Matt, Karen, and Foggy to a themed Halloween costume, enjoying drinks at Josie’s after work when you make a passing comment. Come the end of the night, an opportunity arises that lets both you and Matt explore your words from the bar.

Warnings: Fluff (friendly banter, Matt and Reader are close, Reader knows about Matt’s hobby), swearing, smut (oral- f!receiving (cuz Matt can’t help himself), cowgirl, praise, p in v unprotected sex, more smut insinuated), bad plot because I wanted to write this so don’t @ me

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 2,363

“Well, if I do say so myself, we look good,” you sigh as you lean against the bar counter. “I think we need to do an office theme group costume every year.”

“I don’t know about that,” Matt he says, clearing his throat before sipping his beer.

“No, I agree with (Y/N)—we look damn good,” Foggy seconds, tipping his hat.

“Agreed,” Karen sighs. “Best law firm in the west.”

“I just don’t remember agreeing to the Western theme,” Matt adds with a shrug.

“Well, it is what it is. And, think of it this way: we’ll be an economical option for any new faces that wander into the bar or we meet in passing tonight.”

“I’m not following,” he trails.

“Well, you know what they say, Murdock. Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” you tease, lightly bumping your hip into his. Matt clears his throat as he shakes his head in amusement and annoyance while Foggy and Karen double over in laughter.

“It wasn’t that funny,” you say with furrowed brows. “How much have you two had to drink?”

“We might have started at the office while you guys wrapped up at court,” Karen admits, but you can tell there’s something off in her response.

“Well, don’t go too nuts, yeah? My liver hurts at the idea of how much you two might drink tonight.”

“And I don’t think (Y/N) or I want to have to maneuver the streets of New York on Halloween to make sure you get home safely,” Matt adds.

“Mm!” you hum, cutting your drink short to agree with Matt. “And don’t even try to counter with cabs and ride-shares—never on Halloween.”

“Fine,” Foggy concedes. “We won’t get too sloshed, I promise. Scouts honor.”

“You weren’t a Scout,” Matt interjects.

“Just take the sentiment, hm?”

Matt and you turn to one another, speaking in your longtime friend telepathic bond before you turn back to your friends and tip your hats in unison.

“Sounds good, partner,” Matt says with a twang.

“Yeehaw,” you second.

“You should really wear flannels more, Matty,” you tell him as you walk arm and arm down the sidewalk, Foggy and Karen having broken off to walk towards their apartments.

“Thanks,” Matt nods. “I’ll make sure to add some to my shopping list.”

“Come on, it feels soft, and it must be keeping you nice and warm.”

“It is. You good? Staying warm?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Anyways, I have a human radiator walking next to me. It’s just a bummer that your apartment is before mine.”

“I’m not letting you walk home alone. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“And I’ve told you I don’t like you walking home by yourself, either. You might have all your abilities to back you, God forbid anything ever happens, but to the rest of the world, you’re just a blind man walking the street. I worry about you, Matty.”

“Well, how about you just stay over tonight?” he suggests. “We don’t have to worry about each other. I’ll even throw my Columbia sweatshirt in the dryer since you’re chilly.”

“What, no cuddles?” you joke.

You don’t need to have Matt’s super hearing to hear how his breath hitches at my words.

“I mean, if it’s a dealbreaker, I guess I can cave on it,” he chuckles.

You move to take off your hat, holding it in your hand as you rest your head in his shoulder. “Okay, Matt. You’ve got yourself a deal, lawyer-man.”

Matt laughs lightly a little more, holding your close as you round the corner to his building. When you make it up the stairs and into his loft, you hum in delight as you feel the warmth of Matt’s apartment wrap around you like hug, the lights from the billboard bathing the entire place in glorious reds and blues.

“Let me go get some clothes and throw them in the dryer for my chilly best friend,” Matt smiles, putting his hand lightly in the small of your back as he moves behinds you. The movement brings goosebumps to your skin and makes your cheeks burn hot. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lie. “Still a bit cold, I guess.”

“Then it’s good I’m going to warm you up, then.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose and bit the inside of your lip, trying to keep the tingliness you feel at bay. While he does that, you sit on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself as you wait for him.

“Those should be good in fifteen minutes,” he says with a smile, glasses off, sitting next to you. “You’ll have to suffer just a bit longer, I’m afraid.”

“I think I’ll survive,” you sigh dramatically, resting your head in your hand, your elbow propped on the back of the couch.

“You have fun tonight?”

“I always have fun with you guys. The question is if you had fun.”

“I did,” he smiles, copying your body language. “But I think you want to tell me something, though.”

“That’s not fair you can tell things like that,” you grumble.

“But spot on,” he smirks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry if what I said at the bar crossed a line.”

“What did you say?”

“The horse and cowboy thing.”

“It’s okay. You saw the opportunity and took it. It’s a good joke. And it’s okay to be a little horny on Halloween.”

You swallow as you feel your heart begin to tick up. “Are you saying you’re horny tonight, Matty? Is that why you invited me back?”

“No.” You’re suddenly very aware of how close he is. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.” His forehead rests on yours. “Please tell me you’ve thought about it.”

Leaning forward, you close the small gap between you and feel his lips on yours, soft, warm, and welcoming. His hand cradles your cheek, slowly moving to the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. You sigh into his lips, focusing on the way his scruff scratches against your skin and how his mouth moves against yours. While you get yourself lost in the fluidity of his lips, you’re unaware of how his body reacts to you. When his hands move to grip your waist and bring you on his lap, you gasp, your lips opening into an “O” as a bright smile spreads along his face. You bring your hands to hold his face, pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your bodies rocking back and forth on the couch. Matt’s finger scrunch up the blend of your shirt in an effort to hold you impossibly close to him, pulling his lips from yours to press large, damp, needy kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. You whimper as his mouth secures around your pulse point, feeding on the flesh like a hungry animal.

With a grunt, Matt lifts your bodies from the couch and takes purposeful steps toward the bedroom, his mouth never once faltering from its work on your flesh. Matt leans over on the mattress, locking your body between him and the bed as he moves his fervent kisses from your neck back to your lips, but not before retracing the path he initially took. When Matt’s mouth reaches yours once more, he slips his tongue in, exploring how you taste, smushing your noses together. Your legs latch around his waist, pressing the strained tent in his jeans against your core that you feel growing wetter with each passing embrace.

You clear your head long enough to pull your lips from Matt’s, placing quick and sloppy kisses all over his face before moving to tug at his earlobe. The moan that escapes Matt’s lips is sinful, dipping his head just so to kiss your chest.

“Matty,” you whisper in his ear. “Matty, please. Let me takes these off of you.”

“Yeah angel?” he hums, dragging his nose up your throat.

Removing his body from yours, Matt doesn’t waste any time, ripping open his shirt and quickly discarding the material to his left on the mattress. While he works to get his jeans off, you mimic his movements and take your clothes off as fast as you can when you get an idea. Your panties come off with your skinny jeans and you quickly remove your bra, but not before Matt lowers his lips to your bare stomach and right to your pussy, waisting no time. Judging by the pace that he laps and sucks at the skin, he’s either incredibly horny, or he has thought about doing exactly this for a long time—the manner that his hands palm and squeeze the meat of your spread thighs make you inclined to believe it’s the second one.

Abruptly, he pulls his lips from your core and brings them back to my lips for a deep kiss and letting you taste how you mix with him. The embrace is sloppy and raunchy, making your head spin with delight. Feeling how his rock hard cock presses against you, you take advantage of the situation, rolling you around on the bed and moving down the length of his body.

“Not so fast, Matthew,” you chuckle, gently taking hold of the base of his cock, the heavy weight of his length nothing short of glorious in your hand. Tentatively, you lick the tip of his pink head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and spreading it around before slowly take him in your mouth. Matt lets out a throaty moan, and you hear his head drop onto the pillow. What you can’t fit into my mouth you supplement with your hand, moving up and down him at a steady pace, using your tongue to feel the veins and minute contours of the muscle. The more excited you get, the sloppier your movements become, and the faster the whimpers and whines fall from his lips.

“Angel,” he pants. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me. Good girl, good gi—fuck. Just like that.”

With a delighted hum, you move back up from his length and release him with a loud pop.

“If you liked that, Matty, I think you’ll like what comes next,” you smile.

Giving him a few more pumps, you move to straddle this hips, hovering just slightly. Sliding on his discarded flannel, you tie it tight just under your breasts and lean forward to take the cowboy hat from his head that has managed to stay on this entire time, putting it on your own. A dopey, lopsided grin spreads across his face.

“And what do you have planned, exactly?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“What I said earlier tonight,” you tell him, positioning his cock right at your entrance. “I’m going to ride a cowboy.”

With that, you sink down on his length and feel a glorious stretch. Your eyes close in delight, and you can only assume Matt’s expression matches yours from the way he interlaces his fingers with yours. Taking a moment to adjust to his length and girth, you slowly begin to move up and down him. Your moans and pants slowly start to fill the room, the sound making your heart race and your skin grow warm.

“So big, Matt,” you moan as you switch from up and down motions to rocking your hips back and forth. The change makes Matt cry out in pleasure, pulling his fingers from how they’re clasped to hold tightly to the flesh of your hips, guiding you to keep a steady rhythm. One of your hands moves to rest on his abdomen while the other holds onto the hat to keep it on.

“S-shit,” he curses. “You feel so good for me, riding me like that, sweetheart. So wet, baby.”

“Matty,” you moan as you move my hips faster.

“I know, I know. Give me those curves, baby.”

Leaning forward, you move down and kiss him, allowing him to continue guiding your hips.

“Fill me so good,” you mutter into his skin. “Hit the spot.”

“Yeah? You like how I feel in you? Huh? Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The pace and angle starts to become too much, your breathing becoming more erratic and your cries more desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Matt grunts in your ear, placing kisses wherever he can on your face. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant, focusing only on Matt’s skin and how his heart thunders in his chest. It’s just enough to push you over the edge, and you squeeze his cock, your hands desperately clutching onto his shoulders while his hands maintain your momentum. “Matt!”

“I know, I-I’m clo—ohh, fuck!” Matt moans, his hips slapping hard into you, filling you with his load. “Fuck, angel!”

As you ride out your highs together, you collapse on his chest, your chests heaving from the exertion.

“Howdy,” he chuckles, pushing the hat back to kiss your forehead.

You giggle before you return the greeting: “Howdy.”

“You’re really good at that, you know.”

“You’re not half bad yourself, Murdock.”

Bringing your lips back to his, you kiss him once more, the sweetness and slow nature of the embrace different than the heated passion from your other exchanges. Matt takes the hat from your head, putting it somewhere to the side as he rolls you over, somehow staying inside of you in the change of position.

“Still want those clothes from the dryer?”

You smile and shake your head in disbelief. The sass of this man is incredible.

“I think I might be okay, especially if you let me stay in your arms for the night.”

Matt’s fingers ghost up to the knot of his shirt on your body, letting the cotton blend fabric fall to the side and expose your breasts as he lets his lips hover just over yours, teasing you as the corners of his curl up. “I don’t see that being a problem at all, angel. In fact, I don’t have any intention of letting you go.”

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mysteryshoptls · 8 months

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SR Ace Trappola - Beach Wear Vignette

"An amazing and memorable summer"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Ace: HIYAH!

[wind magic]

Ace: Awesome, bullseye! Finish 'em off, Housewarden!

Riddle: I don't need you to tell me twice. HUP!!

[fire magic]

Ace: That's a Housewarden for you! Alllright, let's nab all the parts ASAP.

Riddle: You've improved, Ace. But the number of robot attacks seems to be increasing.

Ace: Yeahhh. Maybe Gantu's finally taking it seriously?

Riddle: …Everyone is so elated by the resort and surfing, but I believe we should take a breather to think more seriously.

Riddle: At dinner, we should speak to determining a security system.

Ace: So I got stuck patrolling around the cottage based on Riddle-ryōchō's suggestion…

1. Let's do our best! 2. I'll join you.

Grim: Nyahaha! Gantu's robots ain't no match for me～!

Stitch: Yeehaw ♪

Ace: NO, BUT SERIOUSLY, WHY AM I STUCK WITH THESE GUYS!? THIS DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL ANY SAFER!

Ace: Stitch is one thing, but you two from Ramshackle're not really good for fighting!

Grim: Whaddya say～!? Humph, I ain't gonna save you if you're attacked by a robot.

Ace: That's my line. Don't get lost wandering around on your own.

Ace: Anyway, [Yuu], you better not leave my side, especially 'cause you can't use magic.

[nods]

Ace: Eh, I mean, I guess we don't really run into any of those robots at night anyway, so I think you'll be alright.

Grim: Alllright, so let's get this patrol on the road. Follow me!

[Uninhabited Island – Tropical Forest]

Ace: Wheew～ The breeze's nice. It's great to have since it's still pretty humid at night.

Ace: I was worried what would happen bein' stranded on this deserted island and all…

Ace: But thanks to us having that cottage, I'd say we're survivin' pretty comfortably.

Ace: If we didn't have Stitch or our upperclassmen, we'd probably have been stuck sleeping in that cave the whole time.

Ace: Thanks, Stitch.

Stitch: Ehe!

Grim: Funyaa! Hey, I also was out there collecting vines and branches and fruits and any other stuff out there we could use!

Ace: Sure, you're helping in your own little way, but when it comes to the fruit, you were basically eating them as soon as you found them.

Grim: That’s… Uh… Yeah, I was tasting to make sure it was good! It woulda been bad if you all got upset stomachs, after all!

Ace: If you eat everything yourself, then that's no longer taste testing.

Ace: Eh, I mean, it's not like I really want fruit, anyway. All of Floyd-senpai's dishes were totally delish.

Ace: The white fish sauté, the seafood simmered in coconut milk, the carpaccio, and that fruit salad...

Ace: All those dishes tasted like they came right out of a restaurant. There's no way I'd be able to go back to normal food after that.

Stitch: Right!

Grim: I wanna barbeque again! I can't get enough of that juicy, savory flavor of all that shellfish～

1. The grilled shrimp was delicious.

Ace: Totally. It's gotta be the fact that all these ingredients are super fresh that it tastes so good.

2. The meat was good, too.

Ace: I totally get it. I'm still a growing boy, y'know? Fish is good and all, but it's just not enough without some actual meat.

Ace: The cottage and food are getting' more and more extravagant, so it really feels like we're at a private beach resort.

Ace: Gettin' to be more of a celebrity getaway, 'stead of us being stranded. Honestly, I've always wanted to experience something like this.

[Grim's stomach growls]

Grim: Funyaa～ …All that talk of food's making me hungry. Hey, hey, why don't we go back to the cottage already?

Grim: The other guys are also out patrolling, so they'll all be fine without us.

Ace: Don't be stupid, Grim. Riddle-ryōchō and Azul-senpai are still at the cottage.

Ace: If it's found out that we slacked off, we'll definitely lose our heads.

Ace: C'mon, we're basically living that resort lifestyle, no one wants to be wearing that heavy collar around. Let's just do our job and patrol.

Ace: And besides, Gantu's capturing robots won't pop out at us, so… Just going on a stroll while chattin' it up ain't bad once in a while.

Ace: Honestly, being around my Housewarden, or my basketball clubmates day in and day out just kinda tires me out.

1. Yeah, seems like.

Ace: I knew you'd get me.

2. Doesn't look like it to me…

Ace: You don't get it at all. 'Sides, it's called being polite not showing how tired I am!

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

[Uninhabited Island - Tropical Forest]

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

Ace: Sucks that my phone battery died so I couldn't take any pictures…

Ace: But when we get back to campus, we totally gotta brag to Deuce that we had an awesome vacation on a tropical island.

Grim: Yeah! Deuce is probably super depressed right now.

1. It would have nice if we could all have come together.

Ace: I wonder～ Well, I guess he does have a ton of stamina, so he might have been super useful gathering water and food.

2. It would be nice to come together next time.

Ace: EH, NEXT TIME!? I mean, sure, we're having fun and all, but I definitely don't want to get stranded like this a second time.

Ace: But hey, I guess I feel sorry for him that he was the only one left behind.

Ace: Guess it wouldn't be too bad to invite Deuce and we all go somewhere together for summer vacation.

Stitch: Ohana?

Grim: Hm? You talking about Deuce? Yeah, he's another one that I look after.

Ace: I question who's looking after who, here…

1. He's our friend. 2. We get along well.

Stitch: Great!

[rustle, rustle]

Ace: Hm? Did you guys hear something behind us?

Grim: Probably just the leaves rustlin' in the wind. Look at you, a real worrywart.

1. Huh? Where'd Stitch go? 2. Wait. Stitch is gone!

Ace: Stitch? If you're still here, say something.

Ace: No way. I got a bad feeling…

Ace: EH!?

Grim: Hey! Stitch! You better not be trying to scare me… HRMPH!

Ace: Shhhh!!! Both of you stay quiet.

Ace: I knew it… Something huge is coming this way.

Ace: Is it an enemy? Shoot, of all times to show up, it had to be right when we lost Stitch.

[rustle, rustle, rustle!]

Grim: Eek… Th-Those footsteps are getting closer!

Ace: I'll do what I can to stop them. So you two need to head back to the cottage and go get my Housewarden and Azul-senpai.

Ace: When I give you the signal, run and don't look back. …It'll be fine. I'll be able to fight them off, at least until you get back.

Ace: …Here we go.

Ace: [YUU], GRIM! RUN!!!

???: GRAAAWR!!!!

Ace: I WON'T LET YOU PASS ME!

Ace: I'll beat yo… Uh, wait. Huh?

Floyd: Boo～! Whaddya think, did I scare you?

Ace: FLOYD-SENPAI!? AND STITCH!?

Ace: O-Oh, come on～～! Don't scare me like that!!

Floyd: Aha! Look how scared you were, Crab-chan. Hilarious!

Stitch: Yahahaha!

Ace: Hey, you, Stitch～! You totally abandoned us when you realized Floyd-senpai was near, didn't you?

Ace: And here I was praising you so much, and that's how you repay me?

Floyd: Just let it go. "I won't let you pass me," you said? Don't think I've ever said that kind of line before.

Floyd: [whistles] Crab-chan, you're so coool～ You thought so too, right, Shrimpy-chan?

1. You were totally cool. 2. Thanks for protecting us!

Ace: Ughhhhh! Floyd-senpai, stop teasing me!

Ace: And the rest of you better not join in, either! Don't tell anyone about what just happened.

Grim: Nyahaha, maybe I will, maybe I won't～

Ace: If Trey-senpai or Cater-senpai, or even Deuce hears about it… They won't ever let me live it down.

Floyd: Ah, don't get all crabby on me. There's some chilled jelly waiting for us when we get back to the cottage.

Ace: Whose fault do you think this is…

Ace: No, it's fine, I guess I am pretty hungry, so I'll take that jelly and call it even.

Ace: Sigh, I feel so tired all of a sudden. And the best way to get rid of this icky feeling is…

Ace: To eat some delicious food again tomorrow with everyone and just have as big a blast as I possibly can!

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Cowgirls Help One Another

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You are yearning for a chance to get to know the farmer’s daughter

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Oral and fingering (Wanda receiving), kissing, language, a few yeehaw moments

Note: Thank you to everyone who convinced me to write yeehaw Wanda! She’s a fun one I hadn’t thought to write before. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

From the first day you stepped onto the Maximoff’s family farm, the daughter, Wanda, couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

She watched as you spoke to her parents with so much respect and they hired you on the spot. They said they needed a hand with the cattle and horses as well as some other tasks around the farm.

And then they introduced you to Wanda. Wanda had a secretive, but intense vibe about her and you were attracted to her from the first meeting.

Wanda seemed tough and sturdy. She appeared unshakable like a firmly rooted tree.

You noticed the way her eyes followed you as you tended to the cattle. And when you needed help lifting bags of feed or saddles for the horses, Wanda was always there to help. You expected her brother Pietro to make more of an appearance and effort to help, but it seemed Wanda helped her parents the most.

Wanda didn’t speak to you much. Mostly just to ask you for help or explain how to do something that you hadn’t done before. You desperately wanted to learn more about the woman.

One night after a long day on the farm, you are moving hay into the barn when you heard crying from one of the horse stalls.

“Wanda?” You ask. She’s the only person you can imagine would be in here this late.

You get no response and decide you better look for the woman. She could be hurt after all.

When you catch sight of her, it’s by the top of her cowgirl hat and you enter the door of the stall. She turns her back to you immediately as her hands wipe the tears from her face.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles.

“You don’t sound fine,” you counter. “You can tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”

Wanda scoffs and turns back around thinking that she’d be met with no one caring about her true feelings as always before, but when she sees a soft look on your face she feels like she could just melt.

“I’m just- it’s stupid,” she says. She runs her hands over her face in a show of exhaustion.

“It’s not stupid if it’s got you upset. Did something happen with your parents?” Despite not knowing much about Wanda, you did know that she is close to her family and she loves them deeply.

“Yeah,” she says. “They want me to run the farm.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Wanda says. She paces the dirt floor. “I’d like to be given a fucking option though,” she says as she kicks some hay across the ground with her boots.

“I get that,” you tell her.

“You probably have a perfect little life and you get to leave this place anytime you want,” Wanda says.

“You’ve got me all wrong, Wanda,” you start. “I don’t come from a nice family like yours and I certainly don’t have an entire farm waiting for me to take over. I’m doing what I can to get by. I’m working on this farm to pay my bills every month.”

“Oh,” Wanda says. She’s stopped pacing and she takes off her hat. It’s a subtle way she learned as a child to show respect for someone. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” you say. “Really, this isn’t about me anyways. I’m just sorry you’re feeling so much pressure.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can’t fix it for me,” Wanda says with a sigh. She runs her hand through her hair and you think of an idea of how to help her.

“Maybe I can help.”

You take a few steps closer to her and Wanda feels her breathing become shaky.

“How- um- how would you help?” Wanda asks. The slight accent she has comes out through her excited nerves.

“Stress relief?” You ask her.

Your face is mere inches from hers. Wanda hasn’t been this close to kissing a woman before, but she likes the way her senses are filled all things you.

“What do you say, Wanda?” You ask her.

“Yes, please yes,” Wanda responds.

You crash your lips into hers and her knees buckle. You hold her up with your arms and push her back against the door of the stall. Wanda moans as your tongue enters her mouth and your hands make quick work of undoing her shirt buttons. Your hands graze over her breasts and she shivers at the feeling.

Breaking from her lips briefly, you kiss from her neck down to her breasts as you pull her shirt open. You’re on your knees in front of her quickly and start unbuttoning her pants.

“You’re going to be okay, Wanda. You’ll figure everything out,” you assure her as you pull her jeans down and kiss her thighs softly. Her thin lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck I need you, sweetheart,” Wanda says as she moves her hips to try and get your touch where she wants you.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” you say as you lightly touch her over her panties. She moans as her head goes back in pleasure. “So wet for me and I have barely touched you. You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” Wanda mumbles.

“I’ve got you. Let me take control,” you say as you slide her panties off of her.

Wanda gasps as your tongue licks against her for the first time. The feeling was so foreign to her. Sure she had sex before, but it never felt like this.

You take care to go at a pace that you know will have Wanda reaching her pleasure quickly. With the addition of a couple of fingers moving in and out of Wanda’s pussy, she comes with shouts of your name.

“Oh god,” Wanda says as she settles back down. Her heart beats fast as you clean her up before you rise to her height again.

You kiss she slowly and she melts against you.

“Feeling better?” You ask with a knowing grin on your face.

“How’d you do that so well?” Wanda asks a little dumbfounded.

“We’re cowgirls, Wanda,” you tease her with the term. “And cowgirls should know how to help one another, right?”

“Right,” she says. Feeling a little bare, Wanda pulls her pants back up her legs. “Can I return the favor, sweetheart? Maybe inside my house?” Wanda asks, her usual calm exterior is coming back.

“Sure thing, darling,” you say.

Wanda takes your hand and you walk to her house on the other side of the farm.

You finally got a chance with the farmer’s daughter and you aren’t going to waste anytime getting to know her even better.

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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Hi! I really love your prompts! (the letters omgh♡♡). Sebxfem!mc in a private class of flying? A class date where they just flirt with eachother? And Ominis in the back like: just kiss already, idiots(???)

Aawie thank you! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ Love the prompt. Here's my take on it!

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Tags: fluffy fluff fluff, sebastian sallow x f!reader, i didn't copyedit this yeehaw

Although flying was one of your favorite subjects, and you looked up to Madam Kogawa, you still had trouble coordinating with the broom. On top of that, Imelda still bested you in the flying races scattered around the highlands. You were in dire need of extra flying lessons.

That day was a special class, Madam Kogawa was gracious enough to let the students fly outside of the classroom, just around the Lower Hogsfield area. You felt the chilly autumn breeze flew past your hair, sending shivers down your spine. It didn't help that you forgot your scarf, as you were rushing down to the courtyard after scouring the school to help Zenobia find her Gobstones. You stayed still mid-air, rubbing your hands against each other before you felt a warm scarf wrapped around you. It was green with white stripes, and you knew very well who it belonged to.

You turned around, smiling widely, "Thank you, Sebastian." You didn't know if the red tint spread across your face was because of the cold, or your secret admiration towards the Slytherin boy.

"It'll be pretty pathetic if you freeze to death at Kogawa's class," he laughs, "Professor Black will ban Quidditch forever."

A light slap hit his shoulder. Sebastian pretended to wince in pain. "So, you still haven't caught up to Imelda?" He made a gesture to the girl clad in her Slytherin Quidditch robe, zooming around the area while shouting something that obviously upsetting Everett Clopton.

You let out a huge sigh, shrugging your shoulders, "Why am I not surprised that Imelda told everyone that I basically failed her challenges? What a sweetheart." You said sarcastically, "I definitely need to train more. Everett gave me some pointers but I got caught once, so I'm not risking asking him again."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Everett Schmeverett. He talks big for someone who's scared of literally everything." He points to the hill not far away from where everyone is flying, "Come on, you have me. I'll show you how to fly better."

Looking around, you noticed Madam Kogawa was busy teaching some of the students and your peers were flying around anyways. You nodded and followed Sebastian. "Just try to follow me, alright?" He tilted his broom downwards and swooshed down between the narrow cliffs, swiftly dodging the trees and boulders along the way. You followed suit, having a little trouble as a branch almost smacked you right on your face.

"Try to relax, if you focus too much, you won't feel the broom movement." Sebastian advised while looking back at you.

You bit your lips and nodded again, now letting your feelings get the better of you. It miraculously worked. You were flying at a considerable speed while dodging the obstacles in front of you. At one point, you even passed Sebastian, dashing out of the narrow cliffs to the coast of Feldcroft region. "Woohoo!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, as you marveled at the gorgeous view and breathed in the fresh sea breeze.

In a moment, Sebastian caught up to you, floating ever so close to you. Your heart started to beat faster and blush crept up your cheeks again. As if your heart couldn't burst more, suddenly you felt warmth around your fingers. You looked down and saw his hands wrapped around yours, subconsciously you intertwined your fingers with his. It felt so natural. And it felt like home.

Minutes went by, as the two students savored the moment. Their hands were a bit clammy from the nervousness, but it was alright. "You know, this is where my father used to secretly take me flying," he softly said, eyes locked on the waves crashing against the rocks, "Before I even had magic, he would secretly let me hop on the broom. I sat in front of him and he flew to this very spot. He told me all about his secret research, and I would sit there for hours, just listening to his rambles."

You furrowed his brows, Sebastian rarely opened up to you, but you knew a little about his past from Ominis. Your thumb softly stroked his hand, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Sebastian, I'm so sorry..."

He flashed a bitter smile and shrugged, "It's alright. Besides," Sebastian leaned in and you felt his lips against your cheek, "I'm making good memories with you here."

You felt as if your heart was about to burst, and to your surprise, you saw red tint flushed across Sebastian's freckled face. You both laughed as you heard a faint whistling sound. "I bet it's time for us to go back." You giggled.

"Let's." Sebastian and you flew back in a jiffy, joining the group of students.

"Don't think I didn't know what you two were doing." A familiar voice jolted you and Sebastian.

"Ominis!" you both said in unison.

"I swear to Merlin's balls - I had enough of you two obviously pining over each other. Just kiss already!" He said as he flew past.

Well, he did.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Dodger’s Reveal

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

Summary: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger

!Short but sweet!

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“It is so gonna be a boy” I huffed as Chris helped me pull on my baby pink sundress over my bulging stomach, his hands taking their time gliding over my body as usual. This whole time he could not keep his hands off of me, and who am I to complain?

“No honey, that’s a daddy’s girl in there, I can feel it” He replied smugly, running his hands over my belly, bending down to help me put on my shoes.

“Either way I jus hope they’re healthy bub”

“Don’t worry they will be, it’ll just be like when we had Landon” He cooed standing up right, a passionate kiss being put onto my lips as he held my hand dearly.

“Alright mama, let’s go down, ma and all are waiting for us”

“hmm okay” Slowly with Chris' help we made it down the staircase, his hand always staying at the bottom of my back while the other held onto my hand. Our living room had been decorated with blue and pink balloons, streamers covering the place along with plates of food.

“Dada” we heard Landon shout from Lisa's arms, squirming to get down and running as fast as his 3 year old legs would let him into Chris' arms.

“Ya excited buddy, ready to meet your new baby sister or brother” Chris hummed, blowing raspberries into Landon's neck, everyone awing at the sound of his giggles and squeals filling the room.

“I wan baby sister, no brother” He pouted playing with Chris' gold chain of St.Christopher. Smirking Chris looked at me before saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I promise you’ll get a sister either way”

Rolling my eyes at him I beelined straight for the snack table and picked up a pink plate.

Filling up my plate with all sorts of pastries, sausages and all that good stuff; stuffing my face afterwards as I sat in the garden on the chairs set out by the pool.

“Easy there mama, ya might choke” I heard Chris say from behind me, stealing a cupcake off my plate and eating it all in one go,

“Babe I wanted that one” I pouted now missing the chocolate treat, hearing him pull a chair over and sit right beside me.

“Well you can still have it gorgeous, no worries” Within seconds he had pushed his lips to mine, the remnants of the chocolate cake filling my mouth as his tongue played with mine.

“Now that was nice” He teases pulling away after leaving a series of small pecks, a big wide smile on my face at the public display of affection.

“Where’s Landon bub?” I asked looking around the garden to see him not with any of the other relatives.

“I dunno ma wanted him for something” He shrugged pulling me to stand up with him,

“Y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke” I heard Scott say from behind us, a giggle leaving me as Chris gave him the finger.

“Anyways ma wants everyone inside now, it’s time”

“Shit baby you excited” Chris said turning to me, his eyes twinkling while he jumped on the spot.

“Yes baby, but not as excited as you it seems”

Walking into the house, there sat a massive cardboard box in the middle the floor, gold lining wrote out “boy or girl?”

“Hold on where’s Landon?” I asked seeing he wasn’t here for the big moment knowing how excited he was to find out,

“Oh don’t worry hunny you’ll see” Lisa smiled nodding at me knowingly, giving Chris and I the scissors to cut open the ribbon on top of the box.

“Alright guys, here we go” Chris said as we each pulled open the box cover, to reveal golden balloons?

“Our baby is gold?” I questioned confused as everyone’s eyebrows also seemed to furrow in confusion.

“YEEHAW” We heard Landon scream from the other room, in came Dodger with pink balloons attached to his back, Landon riding on him like a horse with a pink cowboy hat.

“WHAT ON EARTH” I shouted watching them run past us and into the crowd of family members,

“ITS A GIRL” Chris shouted from beside me, hugging me tightly before running over to Landon and throwing him up into the air, “TOLD YA BUDDY, YOURE GETTIN A LITTLE SISTER”

“YAAYY” Landon shouted not realising what his part was in all this, my heart swelling at the sight of my growing family I felt tears brim my eyes before the watergates flooded open and suddenly I was sobbing.

“Babe? are you not happy? what’s wrong?” Chris asked looking at me with Landon in his arms,

“are ya kiddin me? I’m freakin delighted Evans” I sobbed rushing in for a hug, feeling Landon's small arms around me, both of my boys putting kisses onto the too of my head.

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infamous-if · 1 year

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Wait wait hear me out I saw that ask about inputing custom lyrics and how you might include pre-set lyrics and idk your thoughts on AI but I personally have never written lyrics before in my life so when I got to that part of the demo I panicked and used ChatGPT for the first time ever and typed in something random like "give me a four line poem about..." and after a couple tries it turned out surprisingly well. I used "chainsmoking" and "sensual" as the prompt bc i'm an edgy bitxh and there were several good results but the one I picked for my playthrough just as an example was: "The way you inhale, with a practiced ease / Sucking down your cigarettes, such a tease. / The tendrils of smoke, they swirl and rise / My senses reel, your addiction my demise." and idk maybe I'm crazy but in my mind that goes kinda hard and fit exactly that edgy bitch vibe I was going for so maybe ChatGPT could be helpful in coming up with pre-set lyrics?

P.S. Oh also No One asked but my MC's band is called King July and the fan base is known as The Summer Court and I'm just really proud of myself for coming up with both names without using 50 million name generators (or even, like, one tehe) like I normally would with that kinda thing anyway hope this was yeah thanks byeeee :))))))

P.P.S. Wait sorry i realized i had a question so will we maybe have the chance to customize a "ship name" for our MC and RO kinda like how we could customize the fan base name or whatever like some Destiel Reylo shit bc I may be an edgy bitch but i'm also a cringe farmer so ya know yeehaw keep me in your thoughts and prayers

This is such a super awesome ideas and the lyrics are fucking sick.

BUT i do wonder the ethics behind doing that ahssdjs obviously it's okay for you guys to do it since it's your personal playthroughs but would that be alright using ChatGPT for a game I'm publishing publicly? Maybe I'm overthinking it but that's such a great idea hdshsdh

so far my lyrics have been pretty basic, but i do have plans to have the story maybe have full on songs which means...i need to get my songwriting chops up.

and your band name and fandom name are awesome!! everyone has been so creative!

as for a ship name, maybe! Shipping and fans pairing people together does come up so I would say most likely.

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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While not 100% happy with everything I didnt wanna hold it back any longer so here it is, da sequel. This time named after Scary Love by The Neighbourhood. Its a little more focused on Johnnys depression simply because I didnt wanna specify readers issues much so its more inclusive. Well anyway, I hope you sill like it and stay tuned for more content uwu

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Johnny x suicidal!Reader – Scary Love

Wordcount: 7,3k

Short summary: Noticing that Johnny is falling into old unhealthy habits you and Gyro worry. When you finally catch a moment to talk to him, he reveals his issues, and you have a good way of solving them.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, depression, self-hatred, all that Jazz, just like last time uwu. (More on Johnny focused this time to keep Readers issues vague) Also, there’s sex in this one. So yeah, general NSFW warning, Praise Kink, Johnny being possessive, Reader is the CEO of praise for Johnny.

AFAB genitals for reader but no gender mentioned. Spit as lube and bareback sex YEEHAW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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"Mornin' Gyro!" You mumbled as you sat down across from your roommate who sat that the kitchen table. His hair was tied in a messy bun and still wet from his shower, and the dark bags under his eyes were as prominent as ever. He sipped on his coffee, barely registering that you were there. "Buon giorno." He finally answered and his head fell almost onto the table.

"You make a prime example of what everyone thinks medical students look like."

"Handsome as fuck?"

"No, tired and done." Gyro shrugged, accepting your thesis as correct. You quickly went for some coffee yourself since Gyro had already been so kind to make a whole pot, probably to keep downing it to keep working. Exam phase had him in a choke hold currently, and you really didn't envy him.

"It'll be over soon. Then you can go back to your normal days."

"I hope so. The falling asleep on my desk thing is starting to kill me."

"Then sleep in the bed." You stated dryly, but you knew he wouldn't. He took studying very seriously. At least most of the time.

"Have ya seen Johnny already?"

"Nope. You know he sleeps in, especially when he worked all night." You nodded and sat back down across from him.

"You look tired yourself..." Gyro stated and made it sound questioning. "Yeah, a bit. Been sleeping bad as of late." Gyro nodded and took a sip before he continued.

"Feeling worse as of late or any idea what the cause could be?" You chuckled. He was truly cut out to be a doctor.

"Just mentally exhausted. It'll pass by soon probably." The longhaired blond gave you a pleasant smile, he by now too knew of your problems but he would never judge. He was already used to Johnny, and you were his friend too.

Speaking of the blond ex jockey, he came rolling, looking in a worse state than Gyro even.

"Mornin' darlin'." He mumbled and gave you a kiss on the cheek and greeted Gyro before taking his usual space at the table. Just so the little grumpy cat didn't have to bother with his coffee you got up to get a mug for him and filled it with the same liquid that you and Gyro were already consuming. He kindly thanked you as he wrapped his lanky fingers around the ceramic mug.

"We're going to the stables later. You wanna come along?" Johnny asked you but you didn't feel up for it today.

"Sorry, I'll come along next time. But greet the girls from me, yeah?" Gyro stared at you with a confused expression before he got it, nodding.

"You seriously need some sleep Gyro. Proper sleep. Otherwise, you're gonna make me worry that you're gonna crash your car." "Yeah yeah." He mumbled, obviously not taking you seriously.

“Julius.” You warned him and he gasped, playing offended but you got your point across. The day you had found out that Gyro wasn’t his actual name had been chaotic.

“Hey Julius!” You greeted Gyro who sat with Johnny in the living room, the two formerly busy with a boardgame but at the sound of that name, Gyros head snapped in your direction before he began staring at Johnny.

“YOU FUCKING TOLD THEM?” “No, I didn’t!” Johnny defended himself with Gyro not believing a word. He turned to you and pointed a finger accusingly at Johnny.

“His real name is Jonathan!” You stared confused at the two, not really grasping what has happening here. “Oh wow, what a secret!” Johnny replied sarcastically.

“Oh, then do they know about your other little secret, mhmm?” The teasing tone in Gyros voice had Johnny mad.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Why are only you allowed to tell them secrets!” The two kept screaming at each other, getting only more railed up. You stood there in shook at the sudden shift in tone between them, not wanting to tell Gyro you knew because you had found his lost ID behind the cupboard in the corridor.

Gyro got up to put his mug into the sink, stating a nap would indeed be nice and disappeared into his room.

"What day is it?" You asked Johnny and he immediately knew he fucked up.

"Wednesday." He mumbled.

"And where were you supposed to be two hours ago?"

"I cancelled it this time." You stared at him blankly.

"That’s not the point. You're not supposed to skip physical therapy constantly." Johnny felt annoyed already. He knew you were more than right, he needed to go. For himself. But he couldn't.

"I know you're struggling right now but walking this path of self-destruction isn't good. You only hurt yourself this way." He didn't reply but you didn't mind.

"I really don't know what's gotten into you recently." With that you left the kitchen too, leaving behind a Johnny who hated that you were right.

Johnny's path of self-destruction had begun about two weeks back when he suddenly skipped his physical therapy, stating he had forgotten.

Can happen once yeah, but not four times in a row. He also seemed a lot more in thought, and he distanced himself.

You let him be at first, knowing Firsthand that sometimes you needed time alone, but Johnny was really pushing it. You weren't mad per se, only disappointed that he kept pushing you and Gyro away to wither away in his room all day.

You sighed as you let yourself fall onto your bed. Just what set him off you wondered. You couldn't remember anything special happening. "Johnny Day" was still a few months away, his studies were going well, everything was going great.

So, what exactly had happened to sour his mood was a mystery to you. And as much as you hated to admit it but seeing him like this involuntarily made you feel a little miserable too. You couldn’t help him much, which angered you even. Feeling helpless while seeing the person you held dear to your heart ripped it apart.

Not wanting to let your mind be dominated by the dark thoughts that crept up, you reached for your nightstand. Its drawer to be more specific, to get your scrapbook out.

You flipped through the pages, reliving the memories you made with the people you adored most. Be it you three in your Halloween “power puff girls” costumes, Christmas together or just recently when you went out to party together again.

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You shuddered as you downed the alcohol Gyro had brought to the table. “Couldn’t you have gotten something better than this ass-tasting shit?” Johnny complained in your place and Gyro just shrugged.

“Don’t be like that, I can get something else later.” You chuckled along, just feeling beyond happy you went out with the guys.

“Besides you picked this tacky excuse of establishment, so don’t complain now.” Gyro was right. Johnny’s choice of bar wasn’t what either of you had expected. Well, kind of. It was old western/cowboy themed, but you weren’t one to complain.

The wooden interieur was still giving you a comfortable feeling and it certainly was a fun new thing and different from the usual clubs you had visited. The waitresses were running around in cowgirl outfits, completed with hats and everything. Further down the big room was a mechanical bull, where people gathered to cheer on whoever was currently giving it a go. Near it was the music station where a mix of older songs came from.

Johnny followed your gaze down to the open area. “I used to be pretty decent at that!” Johnny commented as he saw you mustering the bull who had just tossed off its rider.

“Really?” You asked astonished and saw the sparkle in his eyes when he told you all about how he was second to the record holder.

“Why not give it a go now Jaw-Knee?” Gyro asked teasingly and the blond shook his head. “Nah, my legs don’t give me enough support just yet. Maybe some other day.” Gyro nodded and held his glass up.

“Then I shall try!” He proclaimed, downed the shot, and began making his way over.

“Come on! Let’s see him make a fool of himself!” Johnny said and tugged on your arm. You laughed wholeheartedly and followed the blond who eagerly went after his friend. Once there Johnny sat comfortably in the front with you behind him, your hands on his shoulders.

You watched two other people before it was Gyros turn finally. He looked his part with his odd hat he always wore while riding and brought along today for the occasion. His flashy golden smile was directed towards you two as he climbed on the bull.

“Do we do time bets?” Johnny asked you and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, hell yeah. Five bucks on 40 seconds.” “Five on more than that.”

You chuckled and watched Gyro confidently flex his arms for fun, making some ladies in the crowd ogle him before he was startled by the sudden movement of the machine. Gyro quickly caught onto the rope part and held it tight, hollering along with the music.

“What a fool.” You laughed and Johnny shook under your fingers from trying to contain his amusement. Around the thirty second mark Gyro wasn’t being so cocky anymore has he was desperately clinging onto the mechanical animal underneath him. One hand still high in the air, the other gripping the rope tight, his legs firmly pressed against it.

“You’re gonna loose.” Johnny sing sang. And he was right. The timer passed forty seconds, Gyros expression now primarily pure concentration, and you knew Johnny had won.

Damn him.

At 53 seconds Gyro was tossed of, landing with an oompf in the cushions not too far away from Johnny and you.

The Italian quickly gathered his hat and exited, striding to his friends quickly.

“Wasn’t that good?” He asked, grin spread wide across his face. The two of you nodded eagerly and you quickly dug around in your pocket to pull out a crumbled five-dollar bill to hand to Johnny.

“Oi, what’s that for?” Gyro questioned. “We bet on your time. Y/N lost.” Johnny explained and happily tugged the bill in his wallet. “Gamblers.” Gyro playfully scoffed and gestured to the bar.

“Then at least be so kind to get us some drinks with the money you earned thanks to me!” Gyro said and Johnny rolled his eyes before making his way over to the bar. You watched after him for a second before Gyro grabbed you and pulled you back to the table.

You two chatted before Johnny came back, a little tray placed in his lap with the drinks on it. “I got us better stuff this time around.” He proclaimed but you watched Gyro snatch one drink and sniff it, his face souring.

“Whiskey? You think that’s better?” He asked and Johnny nodded. “Heck yeah. You just don’t have taste.”

“I’ll get drinks next time if you can’t behave.” You mumbled and grabbed your glass too. In the process of leaning over you kissed Johnny cheek, simply feeling affectionate. Maybe the first round of alcohol already took effect.

“Stahp.” Johnny complained. He was never huge on PDA. Gyro just giggled. “Johnny and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S- You’re such a child sometimes.” Johnny interrupted him and took a sip from his glass.

“You both are.” You corrected, now taking a sip too. Man. You were right. They both have no taste.

After you had later introduced them to better tasting alcohol (which they didn’t stick to, since they are stubborn and would rather wallow in their bad tasting stuff), you all just chatted about anything.

How their classes were going, about riding, Gyros funny escapades back when he was still in Italy. It was a great time, everyone having fun, especially Johnny who by now was resting his head on his arm on the table only looking at you with a dreamy expression.

“Ohh, I like this song!” Gyro proclaimed, which you barley registered as you were too busy staring back at Johnny.

You couldn’t help but marvel at his beauty. He looked so pretty in the dimmed lights with the strobe lights occasionally lighting him in blue, green and red.

You were ripped out of you trance and Johnny consequently too when Gyro pulled you with him to dance. Now that your brain didn’t fully focus on Johnny anymore you found your steps and stopped the awkward stumbling after Gyro. You chuckled and danced along with Gyro, who occasionally spun you around. Johnny remained at the stable, seemingly content with just watching you two.

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You looked at the photo of that evening which served as a reminder in your book. It was you and Gyro dancing, having a great time together. Johnny had been so kind to take that one with his phone and send it to you to print and put in the book.

The book was coming along nicely, as well as all other aspects in your life. Having met Johnny and making your recovery path together with each other’s support has been the best thing in your life. So, it made you even sadder that currently Johnny was stumbling, refusing help from anyone, even you.

“I’m fine.” “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Just some minor thing.”

He was playing dumb, hoping the little white lies would satisfy you. But you saw right through him. There was more going on than he wanted you to know. But you were determined to find out, wanting to help him get back on track. Him skipping and cancelling his therapy made you especially warry.

This wasn’t just a bad day, or a bad week as he had claimed.

Frustrated you rolled off your bed, and sat at your desk, booting up your laptop to get some work done. During your time you eventually faintly heard Johnny and Gyro in the living room, probably preparing to go to the stables.

You weren’t sure if you had imagined that, but it sounded almost like Johnny had eventually come over to your door but just stood outside of it before going away. You were unsure if he had wanted to come in and talk or something, but you were almost glad he didn’t.

Because it’d mean the talk would be cut short, probably by an impatient Gyro and therefore barely made any sense. You catch him later and talk to him. Soon enough it was completely quiet, so they probably left.

Snatching your headphones from the corner of the table you kept working away, getting good progress in. A message from a certain Italian had you then take a break. He had sent a photo of Johnny riding happily on the track at the stables.

>He’s in a better mood. Did you talk to him already?< You weren’t the only one who had noticed his change. While Gyro didn’t get him the way you did, he always tries his best to be support for the both of you. And when Gyro caught on that Johnny was skipping therapy, he wished he could help more but his exams had him in a choke hold currently.

>Not yet. Only made my stance clear this morning. I’ll get him later and try to get the answer.<

>Alrighty. Wanna see something beautiful?< >Sure.<

You wondered what Gyro would send now. And of course, it was a selfie with his beloved Valkyrie. >Dork.< You commented dryly.

A few hours passed with you later deciding on a break that contained scrolling through various social media sites and getting a drink. Just as you drank the last bit of your iced tea, you heard the front door being closed. You waited for a few minutes, giving the boys time to take off their shoes and relax before you opened your door.

Johnny was already seated at the couch in the living room, looking a little tired. You spotted Gyro hurrying along with a bottle of water into his room, probably going back to studying.

“How’s Slow Dancer?” You asked and got over to the blond, who seemed spooked for a second, obviously not having noticed you. “She’s doing good, just missed you there.” He smiled.

“I’ll come next time yeah?” You plopped down next to him, turning his head with your hand on his cheek to kiss him.

“Stop I smell like horse.” You just shrugged and gave him another, driving home the point that you really didn’t care. “I…I wanted to say sorry.” You raised an eyebrow. Johnny didn’t look at you while he spoke.

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I guess skipping therapy, getting bitchy about the topic. Ya know. All that stuff.” He rubbed his neck and nervously glanced at your face.

“You’re… Not gonna break up with me, right?”

“That’s what you’re worried about, really?” You cocked you head and gave him the most confused look ever.

“Johnny, that’s not what this is about. I wanna know why you suddenly made a one hundred- and eighty-degree turn in behavior. You have been odd recently and I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with you. I can’t help you then.” Johnny kept staring at the floor, kneading his hands nervously.

“Do you remember that time we went out? To the western club?” You made a humming noise, signaling for him to continue.

“Ever since I have been feeling just… Like shit. I don’t know why but… Seeing you dance with Gyro…”

You furrow your brow in confusion, trying to piece together what Johnny is saying. Hesitantly you spoke; “Are you... Jealous?” You questioned carefully, trying to not come to the wrong conclusion.

“I-...I guess. Not of Gyro and you... Rather… I hate not being able to do with you what he can.” Johnny looked away, struggling to explain his feelings.

“I wanted to dance with you so bad. Have you spin around, show off. But I can’t. And it made me realize that… You could always do better.” You heart ached hearing his words.

“Johnny I- No I mean it. There’s a looooot of stuff we can’t do thanks to my lame feet. I’m also often described to have a horrendous personality. And so, I just worry… That someday you’ll find someone better. And leave me like most people in my life did.” You reached for his hand tenderly holding it.

“Don’t even dare to think that. I love you. More than anything else yeah?” You shifted, moving to straddle his lap as you sat on top of him, gently cupping his face with your hands. In his blue eyes you saw the tears that threatened to escape and the sad expression that painted his face.

“I love you.” You repeated, hoping it’d get through his stubborn head.

“You mean it?” Suppressing a sigh, you just leaned down to kiss him slowly. Once you parted you remained just as close to whisper against his lips.

“Of course. You’re perfect Johnny.”

“Now you’re lying.” He retorted and you really wanted to slap him across the face to get him thinking straight. But you knew better, kinder ways.

“I am not. Calling me a liar Johnny? That’s rude. I ain’t lying when I say all these things.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, then moved to pepper his face in kisses.

“I love your hair, it’s so beautiful and soft. Love running my hands through it.” You let your hands do exactly that to put emphasis on your words, pushing his beanie off his head.

“And your eyes are so pretty. I could get lost in them for hours.” You felt Johnny melt in your touch already when you had barley started. Moving your head down to his neck, you continued to kiss him there. His own hands rested comfortably on your waist, holding you steady, as your attack on his neck continued.

“I love being with you Johnny. Be it going riding with you, lay by your side in bed, or just be in the same room as you. You always brighten my day.” From the corner of your eye, you briefly saw a smile on his lips.

“And your smile honey. Its mesmerizing. Also, when you speak with your heavy accent when you wake up. There couldn’t be a cuter thing in the world.” Johnny was not one to handle praise well, he normally pretty dismissive but your words right now went right to his heart, making it flutter with each word you spoke.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered and went to suck on his neck, earning a gasp from the man underneath your touch. You bit him, before giving the spot an apologizing lick and went to look at your work.

“You look even prettier like this.” You mumbled, chuckling. “I love you, Johnny Joestar. Only you.” The grasp on your waist grew tighter, you knew he was debating if he should retort or not.

“But I- If you wanna say you’re a selfish asshole, then rest assured that I disagree with that and would rather describe you as thoughtful, humorous and loving.” Johnny’s blond brows furrowed together. You knew him too well.

“Johnny…” You mumbled as you went to put your forehead against his.

“I won’t leave you because you have a difficult day or week. I won’t leave you just because you can’t walk without aid. I won’t leave because you’re snarky sometimes. I will only leave if you ask me to.” The tears in his eyes made their escape as you finished speaking.

“I... I don’t want you to go. Never. I love you Y/N.” You smiled as you reunited your lips again.

“Want me to make you feel better?” You asked in a whisper and immediately you felt the goosebumps on his arms. You removed yourself from him, giving him a moment before you offered him your arm.

“You want help?”

“That’d be nice.” He said and grabbed it, letting you pull him up and use you as support, ditching his crutches that still rested at the end of the couch.

Carefully you moved into your room and let Johnny fall on the bed, who took the initiative and sprawled out, grinning at you from below. He looked pretty and you absolutely couldn’t understand why he’d ever think he wasn’t enough.

Especially the contrast of his still teary eyes and the cocky grin on his lips made him so lovable. And loving him was easy, especially when you two shared a bond so strong, nothing could break it. Johnny pushed himself up with his elbows to grab you hand and pull you on top of him. You adjusted yourself in his lap again, already pushing his hoodie up.

“You’re so impatient.” He commented and you rolled your eyes. How can anyone go from such a bad depressive state to being a cocky asshole. A good-looking asshole even. Well, that was Johnny, the man who masterfully parkoured in-between his emotions ever so often.

Maybe you had that effect on him, lifting his spirits so easily, but you also didn’t want to come off as haughty, accrediting yourself such a power.

So instead, you wrote it off as a Johnny being touch starved thing. When you first noticed how touch starved the blond had been before you felt saddened for a moment before giving him all you got. That’s how your casual cuddles became a thing long before either of you two had serious feelings for the other.

But focusing back on the task at hand you briefly let your fingertips brush over his pale exposed skin, making him shudder and close his eyes. You leaned down, pressing your lips against his skin, feeling his hands grip your hips tightly. You could feel his desire growing with every passing moment and couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

You trailed kisses down his chest, taking in the feel of his muscles under your hands as you reached for the hem of his hoodie.

With one swift movement, you pulled it over his head. He let out a gasp as your fingers traced the lines of his abs, a look of pure pleasure in his eyes. He had such a pretty torso and you loved when he let you touch it.

He was more than fit, muscular stomach and arms that you love and adored. Just looking at him like this, in this position and his expression. The reddened cheeks, his hungry eyes, the pale skin that featured freckles on his shoulders and the bridge of his nose to his cheeks, the muscles …

He was perfect.

“And you worry I could find someone better when I have the very best in my bed already.” You mumbled, your hands coming to cup his face. He smiled and closed his eyes, relinquishing the moment.

This was far from the first time you two were intimate, but to Johnny each time was special, simply because he never thought he’d be in such a position.

Sure, he had a promiscuous past, but all those people didn’t mean anything to him, and they quickly turned their back on him once was paralyzed. But you didn’t look at him differently from anyone else.

Your gaze towards him always held love and affection for him, no matter what.

Your hands moved from his face down to his torso, your head coming to level with them and have your lips ghost over his skin.

“You’re so pretty Johnny.” He won’t escape your praise and you would make sure to give him an extra portion today now that you have found out his insecurity made him act like he had the past weeks.

You can feel his muscles tense beneath your touch, but he relaxes into your embrace as you continue to kiss and explore his body. Despite his limitations, he is strong and capable, and you can sense the longing and desire in his eyes as you move lower and lower.

He may not have the use of his legs, but his upper body is just as responsive, and you feel him arching into your touch.

You can tell he's enjoying the moment just as much as you. Your fingers trace over the contours of his chest and abs, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

“I love how you sound darling.”

“Stop it.” He murmured.

“No.” You softly bit into his skin, earning a gasp.

“I will keep praising you and you will like it, or I will stop.” Johnny groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Fine.” He muttered through gritted teeth.

“You’re horrible.”

“I know.” You like making him flustered and you knew very well that he was hiding his blush with his arm. Determined to make him come undone and show him your love you continued leaving kisses on his body, occasionally giving him a gentle bit, and licking along his abs.

“I love your body. You’re so fit and well trained.” You complimented him, enjoying the groan that escaped his throat.

Feeling bold you went to went to touch his nipples, pinching one, while licking the other. He responded by arching his back into you, moaning loudly, his free arm coming to grab your wrist.

“You respond so well to me. Let me do more for you.” You quickly got off him and caught him staring at you from under his arm, which he had lifted a little. He was panting, his face flushed.

“You’re gorgeous.” You stated and he groaned. “Stop it already.”

You paid him no mind as you quickly made worked on getting his sweatpants together with his boxers off. “You’re eager.” You heard his comment.

“I’m always eager to make you happy.” You could swear you heard him mumble something, but he was probably just trying to backtalk again. You paid no mind to that. He was always like that, not wanting to accept good things happening to him or compliments.

You gestured for Johnny to move a bit, so his lower legs dangled off the side of your bed with you in-between them. He quickly propped himself on his elbows to watch you. Watching was important to him since the sensation in his legs leaves much to be desired.

You tenderly kiss his soft pale skin on the inside of his thighs and when you looked up to him, he stared intensely at you with his blue eyes. Giving into your playful thoughts you left a hickey there, running your thumb over the dark spot once you were finished.

You noticed the slight pout that began to form on Johnny’s face.

“Getting impatient already?” You asked and wrapped your hand around his dick, much to his delight.

“Yeah. I just really want you.” With a smile you struck your tongue out and began to give him a few teasing licks, watching his brows furrow and him biting his lip.

The blush on his cheeks deepened and it became harder for him to keep his moans from escaping once you took his length into your mouth.

He had lost some sensation in his pelvic area after he became paralyzed but just the visual stimulation of seeing you work on him so dedicatedly made him crazy, so he didn’t mind the slightly numbed feeling when he could look at your head between his legs, with your beautiful eyes occasionally looking up to him. His right hand found its way into your hair, entangling itself in it, as he whispered soft words of praise.

“Ya too kind to me my darlin’.” He spoke with such admiration and warmth to you it had you shudder.

You weren’t on your knees for long, since Johnny soon pulled you up so he could kiss you again while his sneaky hands trailed from your rips down to the waistband of your shorts, playing with the hem just a little before tantalizingly slow pulling them down.

The slowness of his movements was such a contrast to the strong desire you saw in his gaze once he parted from the kiss.

You just rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling down on him was he removed first your shorts and your underwear.

Once that was done his fingertips ghosted over your, his eyes following his fingers as they trailed from your knees to your hips. Then with one swift move he moved his hands back down, hooking them just above your knee to pull you on top of him on the bed.

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle at your startled expression. His left hand came up to your face to hold you chin. Eager to please you two he dipped two of his fingers into his mouth, not breaking eye contact as he did so.

You felt your face run hot, he was so incredibly hot and lewd once he was in his element, and it wasn’t hard to see why he had so many admires in his past. You were snapped out of your thoughts once you felt his middle finger ghost over your clit, giving you immediate goosebumps and your arms briefly wobbled.

You almost hated how he could have you tremble like that without doing much. He circled your bundle of nerves for a bit before his finger wandered further down and prodded at your entrance.

As he slowly pushed his finger in, he spoke; “Suddenly your compliments stopped.”

You bit back a moan as he moved his finger, curling it, gradually moving it in and out.

“Don’t tell me you suddenly want them without backtalking.” You retorted.

“J’st teasing.” He smiled and kept his eyes fixated on your face, enjoying every single reaction he was able to earn. He added his second finger now and you couldn’t help the moan that escape you.

“Anyone ever told you; you look mesmerizing when you’re confident?” You asked in between the heavy panting, and he immediately deadpanned.

“What? You just complained I stopped.” You smiled at him, only to have your expression falter the next moment when he curled his fingers deep in you again.

“That’s what you get then.” He laughed and you placed your head on his shoulders, panting and moaning against his neck, as his fingers continued their work.

“I should do it more then if this is my reward.” You replied.

Johnny rolled his eyes. He didn’t think that through now. Using your chance to attack his neck, leaving dark red sports behind once you had to let go of his skin.

“Stop marking me.” He growled.

“Shut it.” You just panted and gave him another one. He rolled his eyes, pushing you up and removing his fingers.

“Ready?” He asked, waiting for your go. Instead of replying you reached down between your legs and guided him inside of you.

Once inside you took a moment to adjust and enjoy the feeling of fullness. He lets out a soft moan, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to his face again just to reunite your lips in a heated kiss once more. His tongue graciously invaded your mouth, and he angled his head to get better access.

You began moving making him only moan and pant into your mouth, with you quickly doing the same. His hands from your hair moved down to your hips grabbing you, guiding your movement.

You used your arms for better support and positioned them above his shoulders, careful to not accidentally get his hair under your hands and hurt him.

Looking down on him, you studied his face. The way he had his eyes closed, fully focused on the feeling of you on top of him with his dick inside you. The blush on his freckled cheeks, his plush lips he bit into. And you only met this wonderful man who had captured you heart by storm thanks to dumb ideas at a bridge.

Noticing your halt, he opened his darkened, hungry eyes to inspect what had you stop.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned that he might have hurt you or something which was barely possible but he still worried.

“You’re just so perfect Johnny. Really. I love you.” You saw him tear up a little, nothing new, he was quite emotional especially during sex, and the blush deepen.

“You tell me that now?” He averted his gaze, not being able to stand yours. You shook your head.

“You’re right. Where were we?” You asked and began moving again in a steady rhythm. Johnny gripped his hands harder at your hips again, his nails digging into your skin a little, leaving crescent moon shaped marks.

The noise of skin slapping against skin, both of your heavy breathing and moaning filled the room, with occasional mumbling of an assortment of swearwords. With the steady rhythm, Johnny’s hands all over you skin, the visual stimulation of having the blond being so lewd and gorgeous under you, you felt your climax approaching last.

And when Johnny then began mumbling praise with his heavy accent for you it was over.

“You look so beautiful like that Darlin’. Taking me s’well. You’re all mine.” Giving his words emphasis and knowing by the way your legs trembled and your walls clenching around him that you’d come soon, he pulled you down by your neck, burring his head against it and marking you roughly.

You didn’t mind him being possessive right now one bit. Not when it felt so good.

Your eyes roll back once you finally come, and Johnny enjoyed catching a glimpse of your expression while he was still working on some hickeys.

You clenching his dick through your orgasm only turned him further on, but he kindly let you ride it out on your pace, waiting his turn.

Once you come down from your high a little he whispers in your ear; “Can you keep going for me?”

You nodded lazily, letting him pull you on his chest, one arm wrapping around your back, hand placed at the nape of your neck, the other arm around your waist.

He easily had the strength to move you until you helped him a little. It didn’t take him long to finish after you.

You whispering in his ear dirty praise like “You fucked me so good Johnny.” Really did a number on him.

You laid next to him, lazily cuddling the blond who looked disgusted at the cum on his stomach.

“I feel like the dirties human on earth right now.” He complained and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Want me to distract Gyro so you can quickly get into the shower?” He nodded and went to look for his boxershorts on the floor. You got it for him as well as his crutches once you had quickly thrown your shorts and shirt back on.

“Alrighty, then, Imma go, yes?” You hummed and Johnny, now standing before you awkwardly with only his boxershorts and dried cum on his stomach, nodded.

He was absolutely paranoid of being caught by Gyro in embarrassing situations simply because he accidentally once walked in on you two having sex. He was over excited over his test results and wanted to celebrate, forgetting to knock, and walking into something he never wanted to see again.

Still cringing over the memory, a little you knocked on his door, waiting a moment before he told you to come in.

“Hey, wanted to ask if you got any ideas for dinner?” You asked casually and saw from the corner of your eye Johnny who as quickly as he could disappeared into the bath.

“Not really. Was too busy with getting through this book.” He said and tapped on the thick book underneath him.

“Wanna order something then?” Gyro grinned happily, flashing his grills. “Sounds perfect. No extra stress for anyone.”

“You Sure? You can never choose what you want!” You reminded him.

“No stress in terms of standing in the kitchen then, smartass.” You nodded and went to leave since your distraction mission was done but Gyro spoke up again.

“Judging by your neck you talked with him?”

“Yep.” You replied dryly.

“So, what happened?”

“Nothing to worry much about yeah? Just Johnny being Johnny. You can ask him later.” Gyro agreed to it, and you made your way back to your room to wait until Johnny was finished showering so you could have your turn.

During your wait you simply slumped down in your chair feeling so relaxed. You finally knew what Johnny’s problem was, which meant less worrying sick about that and more focus back on your own betterment, even though you had made good progress since moving and being with Johnny.

But bad days were bad days, they didn’t just go away, and recovery is a long road. Just when you wanted to grab your phone to have something against the boredom Johnny came back, his hair wet and clinging to his face and neck.

“Your turn.” He said and went straight for your bed, falling face forward into it, watching you gather some clothes from your wardrobe.

“Were gonna order something for dinner tonight.” You quickly told him before disappearing to take your shower.

Once done with your shower you encountered both Gyro and Johnny in your room.

“You need to pick what you want!” Gyro proclaimed and shoved his phone in your hand. Quickly skimming through the menu, you decided on your favorite, before handing it back to Gyro.

“Alright. I’m gonna finish the rest of my book and then we can play video games or something together later. I really need a break!” The Italian spoke as he stretched for a second and then went to leave.

“Can’t wait ‘til his tests are done. I actually kinda miss having him around.” Johnny said as soon as Gyro was out of earshot.

“Me too. Maybe we can go out together again, have fun.” You agreed and climbed on the bed next to Johnny. The blond happily pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry for making you worry.” Johnny was being awfully docile as of now. Admitting he misses having Gyro around, actually apologizing…

“It’s alright. But next time just talk directly about it instead of bottling it all up yeah?” Johnny nodded weakly, pulling you fully down on the mattress with him, so he could have your head rest on his chest, petting your hair lovingly.

“You…” He started, hesitating for a second. “I did make you more depressed though right?”

“No, don’t worry. Im just happy you’re feeling a little better. Have you spoken to your therapist about all of that?”

“I skipped that one too.” You raised your head and stared at him with an annoyed expression. “Seriously?”

“It just was a lot… I wasn’t completely honest to you about why I was so down.” You narrowed your eyes.

“My dad reached out and wanted to talk. There simply was so much on my mind and I wanted to be alone in my room all day. Hide from everything. And once I skipped the first few appointments, I felt bad for lying to you. And then shit just spiraled.” Johnny adverted his eyes, not able to withstand your gaze. You carefully took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, that is a lot, you’re right. But you told me now. And we can work on it together again, like always.”

Together. The word echoed through Johnny’s mind.

“Remember when my toxic ex friend saw us in the city, and I was feeling like shit after that?” The blond nodded.

“You were there for me, even if I hadn’t told you why I was feeling like shit. You simply made me some lunch, brought it here and stayed the whole day by my side, watching old movies with me. And I will always do the same for you. We support each other. And currently its my turn to be there for ya, okay?”

He turned to look at you again, the sincerity in your expression and voice touched his heart and he wondered if you felt the similar when he did the same for you.

“You’re right.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.“ You smiled and gave him a loving kiss.

“About the thing with your dad, have you given it much thought yet?“ Johnny shook his head, tickling you a little with his hair in the process.

“Not really. I haven’t decided what I want to do. I just have the mail that he sent.“

“Talk about it in your next therapy session. Maybe it’ll help you decide what you want. But whatever it is in the end, I’ll be there to support you. I have your back.“

“And I have yours. Even if I didn’t do a good job recently. I’ll make it up to you.“ You chuckled and kissed him once more.

“Good. Because I have a stressful week of work ahead.“

“Then I will make sure to make it a little less stressful. If theres anything you need just let me know.“

“I just need you close. That’s all.“ And to emphasize that, you hugged him even closer.

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