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freak-accident419 · 5 months

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File Room Confessions

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Josh snoop into the employee records room to find more information about his biotic co-workers. However, one conversation leads to another.

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns used), ’pretty’ is used in a gender-neutral way (as it should), set in S01E05 “Justice Desserts” of Future Man—you may have to know more about the show to understand what’s going on, and you’re basically taking Jeri’s place in this scene. Enjoy :)

“See, there’s always at least one common denominator when it comes to sniffing out these Biotics,” you tell Josh as you point to Janis’s file. “Zero medical conditions. And zero allergies.” You took out Carl’s file and showed him those records as well.

You and Josh had snuck into the file room to look for any specifics of the Biotic employees that Wolf and Tiger had killed. Perhaps any patterns or connections that might help with your mission.

“You know, I still can’t believe that ‘pretty smile girl’—or, well, Janis—was a Biotic! She was really nice,” he sighed as he looked over her file.

You were sitting next to each other on the floor against the file cabinets with a bag of Cheetos in between you two and a box of employee records beside you as you looked through everyone’s files.

You scoffed at Josh’s claim. “Dude. You barely knew her,” you said as you grabbed another Cheeto to eat.

“Well, yeah, but I knew that she was ‘yogurt cup, banana peel, pretty smile girl’,” he replied in a pensive tone, which made you let out a soft giggle. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just… You’re such a dork,” you said as you let out a chuckle under your breath. You looked at him for a while and he smiled at you, seemingly appreciating you. He was so inexplicably charming.

For a while, you had crushed on Josh. You weren’t sure why or what is was—he was just… admirable. Sure, he was a janitor who gave off total loser vibes as he still lived with his parents, playing video games 24/7, but ever since you got mixed up into this mess, you were able to get to know him better. He was caring, selfless, thoughtful, cute, and funny. Definitely very charming—almost charmingly dorky. He was a good guy. He was doing everything he could to make sure that Tiger and Wolf wouldn’t kill Kronish. He was probably the most genuine person you ever knew.

After a while, you two had—instead of trying to look for any important biotic information—made fun of people’s files. Especially Stu for having his emergency contact as 9-1-1, because nobody loves that asshole of a guy.

You chuckled softly and continued to look at the rest of the files until one caught your attention. You took it out and gasped, looking at it with wide eyes and an open mouth. “‘Joshua Sasha Futturman’?”

He realized you had found his file and sighed in defeat. “It’s—It’s my grandmother’s name. It’s sentimental. Please give me—”

He attempted to grab it from you, but you laughed and pushed his grabby hands away from you, continuing to scan his file. “Hey, back off, buddy, or else I’m gonna… rub some ‘tree nuts’ on you…? So you can get… ‘golf-ball size hives and welts?’” You giggle as you looked at his list of allergies.

He looked at you with playful annoyance, frowning as you tease him. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry… Joshua Sasha…” You giggle, making him roll his eyes.

“Come on! I… I have nothing against you, it’s not fair!” He complains as you hand him his own file. He grabbed it, but didn’t take his eyes off you. “Just… Tell me something that I can make fun of you for too.”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and scoffed. “Uh? Hell no,” you replied, with a slight chuckle. “You’ll use it against me, like, any time we argue! I am not compromising—”

“C’mon, Y/n, please? Just to even it out?” He requested, in which you couldn’t help but finally amuse him.

“Okay, okay. Fine,” you groaned as you rested your head back completely against the file cabinet. “What do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Like… Any allergies or—?”

“Nope, I am actually not allergic to anything,” you chuckle, smiling at him.

Josh grinned at you and joked, “Oh? So is it safe for me to assume that you’re a biotic?”

You laughed at that, shaking your head. “Oh, please. Aren’t they supposed to be these perfect, really good-looking super-people? Like, you really think I could pass off as that?”

He gave a friendly smile, turned his head as he decided in his mind, and finally said, “Hm, maybe, yeah. Like, you could actually convince me.” You raised an eyebrow in disbelief and he took notice of your reaction. “I’m serious!”

“No, no, enough, Josh. I get that you’re just being nice, but—”

“No, Y/n, I’m serious, believe me!” He exclaimed with authenticity. “You’re actually really attractive!”

You found yourself really flustered as you heard this, trying to hold back a smile. Was he being for real? “What? No, you’re… You’re just saying that, shut up, Josh,” you scoffed, still not believing him. “Besides, I thought you were trying to find something that you can make fun of me for?”

“Y/n, I swear to you, I am not kidding! Like, if I were Tiger, I’d probably straight-up assume that you’re a biotic! Because of how unbelievably hot you are!” He pleaded, trying to get you to believe him. “Come on! Tiger and Wolf, they literally call them ‘perfs,’ Y/n, short for ‘perfect.’ And you…”

This made your eyes widen. And you tried your best to detect any eye twitch or fake smile on his face to find out if he was lying, but it was clear he wasn’t. After all, he was the most genuine person you ever knew. He was being true to every word.

“Wh-really? You… You think I’m perfect?” You asked him in a breath of disbelief, and a smile slowly tugging at your lips.

“Well, yeah, I mean of course! You are so pretty! And it’s not just your looks, but… I mean… Who else would agree to go on this mission with me and those really, unnecessarily mean assholes? Like, you had a choice to just leave, but you wanted to help me because you were my friend. You knew the consequences, but you stayed by my side anyway,” he said tenderly, smiling at you with a specific softness that tugged at your heartstrings. “And not only that, but, you’re funny. You’re smart. Like, really smart. I don’t think we would’ve made it this far without your ideas. And you’re kind. Super kind! Every time those two insult me, you immediately back me up! And you’re just… perfect. Like, sometimes I think to myself if I even deserve you because you’re just so… good.”

You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know this was how he felt about you. Everything he said had made you feel so appreciated and so admired.

Instead of saying anything, so overwhelmed with affection, you took one of your hands to cup his face and pressed your lips to his, softly, in an innocent, tender kiss, that he immediately returned. You felt him smile in the kiss as you felt his hand lightly hold the side of your waist, bringing you closer.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you slowly opened your eyes after pulling away from the kiss, and your faces were still close, the two of you slightly laughing and smiling at each other so very intimately.

“Josh, I… I like you. Like, a lot,” you felt giddy as you chuckled, looking into his eyes deep with admiration. “You’re just… You’re so sweet. And charming. And.. cute. And so thoughtful! And fuck everything that Wolf and Tiger say about you, because I think you’re perfect the way you are. If you’re not their savior, then you’re definitely mine. ‘Specially back at the meth lab,” you two laughed as you remembered the time he punched someone for you. “The point is… I’ve really enjoyed the past few days with you… No matter how crazy they’ve been. And I don’t mind spending more adventures with you. Wherever you’ll be, I’ll be by your side. Whether it be through time and/or space.”

Josh was also slightly taken aback because even though he had liked you as well, he didn’t expect that you’d like him back, no matter how obvious you made it. He just didn’t expect anyone in general would like him romantically because he was always just sort of a loser.

“I… I really like you too, Y/n. I mean, I probably made it really obvious already, but… I really like you too. And you seem to nearly never believe me, so I swear to you, genuinely, Y/n, that I like you. Like… like honest to god,” he said, grinning softly, and you two leaned in to share another kiss, one that was less hesitant and bolder than the first.

“We should, um… We should probably get going,” you suggest as you look at the mess of all the files with a soft laugh.

“Oh yeah. And, um, clean these up and everything,” Josh agreed looking at all the papers on the floor, then back at you.

You looked at him with a slight smirk in your smile. “We could… We could do one more,” you offered as your smile grew wider.

“One more?” He asked brightly.

“We’re here,” you pointed out.

“We could,” he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Let’s do it.” You grabbed another file to poke fun at one more employee for their personal info with Josh. Because really, anything else could wait.

#josh futturman x reader #josh futturman #future man #future man 2017 #future man x reader #josh futturman x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader

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joshkiszkasears · 7 months

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Angel Straight From Hell (Part I)

|Pairings: Jake Kiszka x fReader

|4.2k Words

| 18+ only! Minors do not interact!!!

| Warnings: 18+, smut, drinking, language, angst, praise kink, fingering, masturbation, and probably spelling and grammar errors lol. Let me know if I missed anything!

You were part of a trio and not in a third wheel-y kind of way in a good way. In a way that two best friends is better than one. Danny and Sammy had always been your best friends. Well at least since you were old enough to pick your friends. You guys had grown up together, the three of you had been a package deal for as long as you could remember. You three were basically inseparable. Hell, they even convinced you to move out to Nashville a year after they did. Danny’s family loved you but the Kiszkas had all but taken you in. You’d spent countless nights crashing on their couch, holidays with them, and gone on many family vacations with them.

And here you were rushing to pack for yet another vacation with the Kiszka boys and Danny. This time sneaking away to the Smoky Mountains for a week. You were getting off the grid and reconnecting with each other and nature. You were running around your apartment grabbing your final items off of your checklist. “Phone charger, underwear, sweatshirt…” you mutter to yourself mentally going over everything you had packed in your head. “Shit toothbrush!” you say rushing back to your bathroom. You do one final visual sweep of your bedroom and rush out of the door. You were running late but not by too much. And the boys were used to your tardiness at this point anyways. Besides, at least one of them was usually running behind as well and nine times out of ten it was Josh.

You and Josh had gotten close over the years and he had also become one of your best friends but for some reason Jake had never liked you. And you didn’t mind because you didn’t care much for him either. He had always been an arrogant smug little shit. You don’t know why you didn’t get along just that it had always been this way. Your disdain for each other had gotten worse in your adulthood. The two of you constantly bickering and shooting each other dirty looks and as you pulled into Josh’s driveway it appeared this trip wasn’t starting any differently.

“God bless, have you ever thought about being on time once in your life?” Jake rolled his eyes and yanked your suitcase from your hand tossing it in the back of Josh’s Jeep. “Good morning to you too asshole,” you said sharply.

Before either of you have the chance to say anything else you feel yourself being pulled into a hug and immediately know the embrace. “JOSHYYY!” you say pulling him in tighter. “Good morning mama! I’m so glad you’re coming with us. Gonna be such a great time” he says with a toothy grin. “Me too, I think it’s gonna be so good to get away for a little bit. Thanks for always letting me crash” you smiled back. “Never crashing my dear, you’re always invited,” Josh replied, squeezing your hand. “Speak for yourself,” Jake scoffed, walking up toward the passenger door. “Are we ready to hit the road now that we’re all finally here?” Jake said, staring daggers at you.

“Hey you,” Sammy says, pulling you into a hug. “Morning, Sammy!” you say squeezing him. “My turn!” Danny shouts before wrapping you in a bear hug and spinning you around. “Hi Daniel,” you giggle. “You ready to be stuck between the two of us for four hours?” Danny teases. “As I’ll ever be,” you sigh back sarcastically.

The three of you pile into the back of the Jeep as Josh and Jake take their respective spots up front. “We ready to roll?” Josh asks. Everyone nods their heads and you all begin your trip. You start to settle in and relax. You had meant it when you said it’d be good to get away for a while. Work had been beyond stressful recently and you hadn’t gotten to spend much time with your best friends recently. This getaway to the Smokies with them was exactly what you needed even if that meant spending a week with Jake as well. The drive up there was a normal roadtrip with your favorite people, retelling stories of road trips past, playing the license plate game, and screaming your favorite songs way too loudly.

You all pulled off in a small town before you reached your cabin and went to the local grocery store to stock up for the week. Jake took the cart and started down the aisles. You knew he’d be cooking most of the meals and as much as you hated to compliment him, he was an incredible chef. He had a way with food in the same way he did with music, always piecing just the right things together to make a masterpiece. You wander the aisles picking up junk food, you turn a corner and get smacked in the hip with a cart. “Fuck!” you exclaim looking up to see Jake with an annoyed look on his face. He moves to go around you and you grab the cart stopping him forcing him to look up at you. “Really Jacob, not even an I’m sorry?” you say. “Whatever, maybe just watch where you’re going,” he says, dropping his eyes back down to his shopping list. “Unbelievable, truly unbelievable,” you spit, pushing away from his cart and walking toward the checkout.

You meet up with Sammy as you approach the cashier dumping your purchases on the conveyor. “Your brother really is a piece of work ya know? I just don’t understand how you and Josh turned out so kind and funny and sweet and he turned out so… so… Jake,” you let out a frustrated sigh. Sam lets out a light laugh “I’ll never understand what it is about the two of you that clashes so royally but there’s just something.” “There certainly is,” you reply.

You all finish up in the store and all load back into Josh’s Jeep to drive the last 30 minutes to your secluded cabin. This wasn’t your first time going up to the Smokies since relocating to Tennessee but you were still so in awe of the beauty and serenity of the area every time you came. You watched as the last bar of cell signal dropped off your phone and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that work wouldn’t be able to get a hold of you anymore and the only thing you would be using your phone for this week was to take pictures.

After what felt like a never ending winding gravel driveway you pull up to the cabin. You all unload your luggage and after putting yours just inside the door you go out to the Jeep and start grabbing the groceries and bringing them in. As you’re stocking the fridge you hear the guys fighting over who gets which bedroom and resolving yourself that you will get whichever one is leftover. You see Danny emerge from one wing of the house and watch as he grabs your luggage and heads over to the other wing. He comes back to the kitchen sitting down at the island bar. “Put your stuff on your bed for you,” he says with a soft smile. “Thank Danny, I appreciate it,” you say, putting the last of the groceries away.

You check the time on your phone and see it’s a little before 4:00pm. Perfect you think to yourself. “Hey, I am going to settle in and unpack and probably shower and relax before dinner if that’s cool,” you say walking past Danny. “Mmm, sounds good,” he says looking up from the game he was playing on his phone.

You walk back to the wing you saw Danny put your stuff in and notice what appears to be two bedroom doors with a shared bathroom in the middle. One of the bedroom doors is shut so you poke your head in the open one to see your luggage sitting on the bed. You unzip your suitcase to start unpacking. It seemed silly but it was something you did on every vacation since you were young. You liked to feel settled. So you did just that, you pulled out your airpods and started your favorite playlist zoning out as you put your things neatly away into your home for the next week.

You’re suddenly startled by a loud “Hey!” as you see someone waving their arms in the doorway. You look up annoyed to see Jake standing in your doorway and pull out an airpod. “Yes?” you question. “I just wanted to let you know I’m about to take a quick shower,” he says. “And?” you respond wondering why that would concern you. “And I don’t want you to try to get into the bathroom while I’m in there, the locks to the bedrooms look shoddy,” he says bluntly walking out. And that’s when it clicks the boys had put you in the room next to Jake, sharing a bathroom with him.

You drop the clothes in your hand and storm into the living room where Sammy and Danny are sitting. “What. The. Fuck?” you whisper shout. “What?” Sam looks up at you with a shit eating grin. “You know exactly what, why the hell am I stuck in a wing of the house sharing a bathroom with him? This was supposed to be a relaxing week where I have fun with you two and Josh and stay as far away from Jake as possible while sharing a house with him,” you say quickly. Danny looks up with an apologetic smile, “Josh wanted the room with the balcony and Sam and I took the room that had two beds in it so that no one else had to share. That just left the other two for you and Jake. I’m sorry.” You feel your frustration start to ease when you hear the explanation that it wasn’t really intentional. “Fuck, well okay it’s not ideal but it’s fine. I’m gonna have a good trip. I'm here with my best friends in a beautiful place. Also it’s not like our paths are gonna cross that much anyways. We’re just sharing the bathroom, it's fine,” you say, trying to reassure yourself.

You head back to your bedroom and finish unpacking the rest of your stuff. You start gathering your stuff to take a shower and realize you haven’t heard Jake leave the bathroom yet despite him being in there for quite some time. You go out to the hall door since he had mentioned the locks to the bedrooms being less than adequate and bang on the door, “Jake! You almost done in there?” You wait for a minute or so with no response. You knock loudly on the door again, “Jake!” You’re met with silence, you raise your hand to knock a third time when the door swings open. Steam fills the hallway, and out walks Jake. “God patience really isn’t your strong suit is it?” he says. His hair is damp and clinging to his face and neck, he’s fully nude aside from a towel slung low around his hips. Your eyes may have lingered a little longer than they should have. “So no patience and a staring problem huh princess?” he quips. You feel heat rushing to your face. “No, just wanting to take a shower and you were taking an eternity,” you respond, rolling your eyes and quickly pushing past him and into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and lean your back against the door. What the fuck was that? Princess? Princess. He called you princess. And you kind of fucking liked it?

You took your time in the shower hoping to scrub off whatever feelings that interaction with Jake had stirred up. But the longer you spent trying to erase it from your mind the stronger the feelings it had brought up felt. Fuck, I just need to get laid. That’s what it is, it’s just been a while and any male attention feels good. Just need to take care of myself and then I’ll stop thinking about it. Just need to get off. That’s all. You try to rationalize with yourself in the shower.

Your hand wanders down as you find your clit and begin to pleasure yourself. The entire time fighting thoughts of Jake that have started to pop up. Everytime you try to fight the thoughts of him, the sight of him just moments ago reappears like it's burned into the backs of your eyelids. You feel yourself nearing your end and give in allowing yourself to think about him. The way his brow furrows when he looks at you annoyed, the way he looked with his hair plastered to his neck, the way the water droplets clung to his skin just above his towel, the way he said princess. And with that the band in your stomach snapped and you were overwhelmed by your release. As you came down you silently cursed yourself for thinking of him as you finished. You wrapped up your shower and threw on some comfy clothes before heading out of the bathroom.

You smell dinner cooking and toss your stuff in your room before heading toward the common area. You greet Danny, Sam, and Josh who are in the living room all sitting on the couch watching some movie they had started while you had been showering. You turn towards the kitchen and see Jake in his element at the stovetop. He’s got his hair tied in a low bun at the base of his neck as he focuses on the ingredients in front of him.

Against your better judgment, you make your way into the kitchen and lean across the island, “You need help with anything?” you ask. Jake tears his focus away from the stove turning around to meet your gaze and for a split second you swear you see his scowl soften before quickly returning. “Help?” he scoffed, “You’d just get in the way.” You turn around not responding and silently scolding yourself for even trying, you knew better.

You plop down on the couch next to Sam and curl into his side and shift your focus to the tv, realizing they’re watching The Shining. You should have known this would be the first thing they would pick since Halloween was right around the corner. You zone out for the next 45 minutes until you hear Jake call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. The five of you enjoy a meal around the dining room table and thankfully the tension between you and Jake is kept at a minimum. As dinner wraps up you start collecting everyone's plates and taking them to the kitchen.

“Daniel and I are going to go start a fire in the pit out back!” Sammy says excitedly. “Please just don’t catch the cabin on fire, I’m gonna clean up the kitchen real quick and then I’ll come out to join y’all,” you giggle starting the sink. “Can I raincheck and do my kitchen duty tomorrow? I haven’t gotten my yoga in and was hoping to do a bit on the balcony before we spent the evening around the fire,” Josh asks you. “Of course Joshy, go find your zen,” you say mimicking a tree pose. “Thanks, Y/N,” Josh chuckles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before running back to his room.

It was now Jake who stood awkwardly at the kitchen island as you began washing the dishes. “Mind if I help?” he says, making his way around the counter. “I don’t know, you’d probably just get in the way,” you reply, flatly. He lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah okay, I deserved that one.” He starts to clean up his mess from cooking and the two of you clean the kitchen in silence for the next 15 minutes.

After finishing up you head out to the fire pit where Sammy and Danny have a nice bonfire going. Jake follows you out taking an open seat next to Sammy, and you sit down on a chair between Danny and Sam. Danny reaches over and hands you a white claw. “Well, any big plans for this week gentlemen?” you say cracking open your drink. “I am super excited to go hiking, I hear this area has some super great trails,” Danny replies. Your eyes shift to Sam. “Yeah same,” he replies “but I also brought some art supplies and I’m excited to paint. I haven’t gotten to do that for quite awhile.” “That sounds really nice,” you reply. There’s a beat of silence and your gaze finds Jake. He clears his throat, “Hoping to get some song writing done, have had some riffs bouncing around in my head recently and hoping I’ll be able to fine tune them while we’re here.” You nod. “Hopefully you’ll find the inspiration you’re looking for,” you say softly. Jake's eyes haven’t broken yours yet. “Bajabule, bitches!” Both you and Jake break away from each other’s stares to find his twin walking down to the fire with a solo cup raised in the air. “Welcome to the party, brother,” Sam says, raising his Topo Chico towards Josh.

The five of you spent the next couple hours joking around the fire and drinking. It felt so good to let loose with your best friends. It reminded you of many nights when you three were in high school and making stupid decisions and you felt your heart swell with gratitude that no matter where life had taken you all, you had still remained this close. “Remember that night in high school that we went to that party at Kara’s family land and they had that huge bonfire? And we were all shitfaced and Michael Jackson came on the speaker?” you say starting to giggle. Sam starts dying laughing, “I absolutely do, keep going, Y/N,” he says between laughs. You continue “And Danny, you cleared the crowd because you wanted to show everyone how good you were at moon walking?” “And I am, for the record, very good at moonwalking,” Danny interjects. “Yeah yeah but then you started and you ate shit in front of everyone?” you and Sam bust into a fit of laughter. “Whatever, we all know if it wasn’t for that stupid branch on the ground I would have looked cool as hell,” Danny says, defending himself. “Daniel, we both know there was no branch involved, just a lot of alcohol and the need to impress Kara,” Sammy responds.

“Was that the night we all got fucked up because we got confused and all thought someone else was DDing?” Danny asks. “Oh my god, it was. Shit that was a crazy night. Jake, I think you were the one that ended up coming to get us that night, weren’t you?” Sammy questions. Jake looks up from the fire, “Yeah you were all so gone by the time I got there. I got you and Danny loaded up in my car then had to go find Y/N. I had to get her away from that creep Jason that graduated with you guys and literally carry her to the car. He had her cornered and kept trying to convince me that he was going to get her home.” He says. Everyone got quiet. You raise your eyes up and see him looking straight at you. You swallowed hard, “Fuck, I literally have no recollection of that. I guess as the night went on I blacked out. Thanks for not leaving me, Jake,” you reply quietly. Jake just nods.

While you and Jake had been having that interaction, Sam and Danny had started telling another story that brought your attention back to the present. After a while longer, you started to yawn and felt your eyelids getting heavy. You rose to your feet, “Well boys, it’s been a lovely evening but if I don’t head to bed now I think I’ll end up falling asleep out here. I’ll see y’all in the morning,” you said, stretching your arms above your head. “Goodnight, Y/N,” they all respond.

You take yourself to your room and grab your toiletry bag slipping into the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair. You then change into an oversized tshirt and slip into bed. Tonight was one of those that your head hit the pillow and it felt like you were asleep seconds later. You wake up what could have been seconds or hours later, you really aren’t sure, with an insatiable thirst. You groggily slip out of bed and make your way to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water. As you are heading back to your room you hear someone else stirring and as you round the corner heading down the hall to your bedroom your body slams into someone.

“Fuck!” Jake says, his voice heavy with sleep. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” you whisper into the darkness. You move to go around him and as you walk by you feel a hand reach out grabbing your wrist. Before you know what is happening, Jake has you pinned against the hallway wall behind you. He leans in dangerously close to you, his lips ghosting just above yours. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he says. You couldn’t fully process what was happening but you felt your core aching. You lean in encouraging him to continue. He pulls back slightly “Words, princess.” “Don’t stop,” you say, your voice barely audible.

He finally closes the distance between the two of you. Your mouth’s working furiously against each other, your hands tangling themselves into his hair and his gripping your hips. Jake swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you quickly grant him the access he had been silently asking for. He still tasted like the bourbon he had been nursing all evening.

You felt his hips unconsciously rut against you and feel his hands starting to explore your body. You feel one of his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt. “Hmmm?” he hums into your mouth questioning if he’s okay to continue. You nod never letting your mouth leave his. Jake’s hand makes its way under your shirt and up your body. He reaches up cupping your breast and gently kneads it and then ghosts his fingers around your nipple causing you to arch your back slightly. “So reactive to me,” he says, pulling away slightly to look at you. The only thing illuminating him is the glow of the moon pouring in from a skylight above the two of you. But even in the low light you can see his sinister grin and he pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger eliciting a sharp inhale from you as your eyes roll back.

He maintains eye contact as he drops his hand down between your bodies and runs his finger slowly under the band of your underwear. You buck your hips into his hand silently asking him to keep going. He clicks his tongue, “Here we go again with the impatience.” “Please Jake,” you shamelessly beg. “God you sound pretty when you beg for me princess,” he practically moans out.

He grants you mercy dipping his hand into your underwear and swiping his middle and ring finger through your slick. “Shit, so wet and all for me?” he questions. “Mhmmm, all for you,” you echo. He dips the two fingers into you drawing a moan from you. Jake’s free hand flies up to your mouth where he shoves his middle and ring finger harshly into your mouth. “Gotta stay quiet for me, we can’t let anyone hear us okay?” he says. You nod wrapping your mouth tightly around his fingers and circle them with your tongue. You see him struggling to maintain his composure. “An angel straight from hell,” he chuckles to himself.

Before you have a chance to respond he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your heat at a punishing pace. Jake’s fingers curl up to hit your sweet spot on every pump and his thumb finds its way to your bundle of nerves working quick circles. Your eyes roll back and you moan around his fingers in your mouth. “Mmm you look so pretty when you are coming undone,” he whispers lowly into your ear. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me? Soak my hand?” The pressure starting to build is almost unbearable. You try to ask him not to stop but it comes out garbled with his fingers still in your mouth. “So close aren’t you, be a good little princess and let go for me would you?” Jake growls, “There you go, cum pretty for me.”

And just as you feel your release starting to come you are jolted awake. You sit straight up and find yourself still tucked away in your bed and drenched in sweat and absolutely aching for Jake’s touch. What the fuck.

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demonbarbers · 3 months

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so high rn so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense i’m just so emotional about josh and annaleigh and this production so i’m gonna ramble a bit about what i love about it and them. ok. enjoy.

the thing about sweeney todd is that it’s mean. it’s a mean show. it ends on the cruel irony of 2 officers bursting in on toby slitting sweeney’s throat, surrounded by 2 other bodies and one in the oven; on johanna watching her father die holding her mother and not even knowing it. everyone is an abuser or abused, and there is no hope or redemption to be found. and it fucking rules! it just rules. it’s so fun to indulge in our basest pleasures for nearly 3 hours, delicately served to us by one of the greatest composers who’s ever lived.

and every major production takes the bile and cruelty inherent to the material and runs away with it. like- just look at this swedish production from 2006, directed by vernon mound. or the last time it was on broadway, directed by john doyle:

productions tend go smaller and nastier, more intimate, in keeping with the spirit of how sondheim originally conceived the piece. (side note: i LOVE when they do that. my ideal sweeney has buckets of blood and visera right in your face)

the original production of sweeney was MASSIVE, but that came from hal prince. hal couldn’t really get an emotional foothold on the material until he found within sweeney an extended metaphor for capitalism and the industrial revolution; people literally eating people and the machine of capitalism grinding everyone up. revivals also tend to seize on the brechtian class elements, like this absolutely gorgeous korean production from 2019 directed by eric schaeffer:

sondheim, meanwhile, always objected to readings of sweeney as brechtian- it was all a farce to him, just a good, nasty time at the theatre. he approached it as a horror fan who wanted to write some fucked up stuff, which is maybe now some of the best art is created. but hal made it into epic theatre.

(if u don’t know what epic theatre is or what brechtian means google will explain it better to u than my ridiculously stoned ass can rn but im just focusing on one aspect of it rn: the distancing effect. basically, emotionally distancing the audience from the characters and the material so that everyone is engaging with the work on an intellectual level as opposed to an emotional one)

obc sweeney is an alienating show. it’s so fun and brutal and deeply felt, but these characters are grotesque. they’re cartoonish in their cruelty. just look at their makeup! john doyle also embraces the distancing effect; his revival is actor-muso, so we’re pretty aware at all times we’re watching a show. it’s all so cold, and the only warmth to be found is in the humor. and it rules. it’s nasty. i love it. this is the show i fell in love with.

all these things have become inherent to sweeney over time, all teased out of the greatest broadway show to ever exist; visceral horror, cruelty, coldness, and class commentary.

but this revival is just.. it’s warm! it’s lush! it’s romantic! and i don’t mean that in the sense of lovett and sweeney (tho this is the warmest they’ve ever been towards each other in any major production i’ve seen). i mean that it gestures at and plays with romanticism.

my biggest critique of this production is, in doing away with the brechtian elements (sondheim just cheered), it also does away with overt class commentary. it’s all still there in the text- turpin is a corrupt judge, beadle is effectively a sheriff, sweeney and lovett are working class, the beggar woman is homeless- but as a director tommy kail seems… uninterested in any biting political commentary, to put it generously lmfao. and i hate so much how little of it there is to be found in this revival, bc you can still Do It without invoking brecht. but i’ve long made my peace with that. i wanna talk about what i love.

and what i really love and what kept me returning to it (beyond the fact that it’s sondheim, and it’s sweeney, and josh groban is so stupid fucking hot) is how human everyone is. the entire production, from the ground up, is built around taking these characters and their pain seriously.

the ensemble all have incredibly period accurate costumes, unique to each character they’ve crafted (fun fact even the swings have their own unique costume that’s only seen when they perform). gone is toby as a mentally disabled man child with an oedipal fixation on lovett. in gaten’s hands he’s a young teenager, aging out of being a cute urchin and just looking for a mother. in daniel’s hands he’s beaten down young man with a limp and a genuine love for lovett.

ruthie’s beggar woman has developed DID after a brutal rape and the trauma of institutionalization and homelessness. she’s not played for laughs, even if sometimes the audience chuckles, and she makes u feel guilty if you ever did laugh at her situation. daniel yearwood leans so far into anthony as a sweet guy completely unaware of the story he’s actually in to the point of comedy. maria is just a revelation as johanna, all nerve and tension and bloody nails from years of self-harm. it’s easy to lean into johanna as a princess track, but ~crazy~. and maria plays jo as mentally ill and traumatized from years of incesteous abuse, but it’s not a pastiche or a praody of it. jo feels human in a way i’ve never seen her depicted before. i love it. maria bilbao u have my heart forever for this.

and then josh and annaleigh…. ugh!!! annaleigh really captures the avarice at the heart of lovett, but still brings in enough genuine moments of humanity and compassion that you find yourself (like sweeney and toby) endeared to her. lovett is always cruel and can only love through manipulation, but annaleigh’s lovett is a woman who makes small concessions. bit by bit, piece by piece, she erodes whatever goodness she had inside her until nothing but her desire for sweeney is left. she’s a woman who’s used seduction to get her way, and it’s easy to envision that when lucy returned from turpin’s, she shamed her for “giving it away” without getting benjamin back. she’s a monster! and yet, when she dreams of a better life, you feel it. when she holds toby in her arms and cried at her perfect little life unraveling, you feel it. annaleigh makes you laugh so hard she gets under your skin and stays there, exactly how lovett seduces sweeney in ALP. and there it is- identification! the complete opposite of alienation. we’re in it with them.

and then there’s josh and his sweeney… i really feel like his sweeney is undervalued. annaleigh steals the show. she won the drama desk for a reason. it’s a legendary performance. but josh…. man. i just. i keep returning to josh’s open wound of a sweeney over and over again. i think he’s probably had this take bouncing around in his head for years. they smartly leaned away from sweeney as this embodiment of rage and physical menace, which surprised a lot of people. but instead leaned into sweeney’s grief in a way i haven’t seen any major production do. josh’s sweeney feels like a man who was put on this earth to be a father and a husband. there’s a buried sweetness to him and you can still see benjamin barker in him until the very end. i keep calling him “kendall roy sweeney” bc it’s the closest way i can covey to other ppl what josh is doing here. he’s all big sad eyes and suicidal ideation, tragedy and twitchy hands. he’s so deeply pathetic he just endears himself to you. i want sweeney to succeed more than ever before. even though he spends all of act 2 killing people and being a shit father and thus killing benjamin barker, i still find myself wanting him and lovett to get away with it. and when the reveal comes, and even worse the betrayal hits- that this woman who he let into his life and body and who, in some odd way, became a friend, lied to him this entire time- it hits like never before for me.

i just love it all so much. i’m so happy it exists, so happy this revival does something so new! sondheim has said sweeney todd is a show about obsession, and it is. this revival supposes: what is the difference between love and obsession? what if the two look the same?

i think often of this quote from luca guadagnino’s suspiria (a masterpiece btw): “Love and manipulation, they share houses very often. They are frequent bedfellows.”

to me, that’s this revival in a nutshell- the thin line between love and obsession, and all the blood spilled in between.

#2023 revival #sweeney todd #.txt #josh groban #annaleigh ashford #i’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. i’m crying rn. i love this production i miss josh and annaleigh soooo much

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Recovery - Chapter 20

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Y/N gets back home from the hospital and Em comes for a sleepover.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT (P in V, foreplay)

Y/N’s POV

The whole incident had brought you and Marshall a lot closer than you already were. You took it to heart, when he said he was missing you, when you were talking in the studio that fateful night before you were assaulted. You had been so focused on your relationship with Josh, so eager to get Marshall out of your head (or rather, your heart), that you had probably neglected your friendship a little bit. Still, he had been absolutely amazing to you while you were in the hospital, basically acting like your personal guard-dog, pillow, assistant and dream catcher. It got to a point where it was annoying for other people. Josh didn’t complain about it, he never would, but he did make a few comments about Marshall “always being around”. Talia and Jamal even joked about Marshall moving in, because he would never leave you alone. You could tell that Talia was a bit pissed off. You knew she loved him, but she also wanted to care for you. So when you got out of the hospital, they were basically bickering at each other, fighting over who would get “custody” of you. Marshall offered for you to stay at his place and hang out, while Talia seemed to strongly disagree.

You’ve been with her nonstop for five days, Em, you’re not her only friend, you know ? She said as she rolled her eyes.

I know. I’m just saying she can chill at the house if she wants, he shrugged.

We have a house too, she said. She can chill there.

Or maybe she wants to enjoy the movie room or the pool, he replied.

Or maybe she wants her room, Talia insisted.

Or maybe she wants y’all to stop fighting like divorced parents ? Jamal chimed in.

You couldn’t help but giggle. You had been cleared by the doctor and were ready to leave the hospital. You’d been ready for about an hour and couldn’t wait to get out of that dreadful place but they wouldn’t stop arguing over small details, like who would drive you home. You didn’t tell them, but on top of that, you had Josh blowing up your phone, asking when he would actually get to see you. You were actually touched by all of this attention : not everyone had this many people they could count on. As annoying as it could get - because you just wanted to leave - it was a blessing.

We could just leave them here and grab food somewhere, you suggested to Jamal.

I like that, he said as he grabbed your bag.

I want to eat too, Talia said.

Me too, Marshall added.

Look who’s suddenly on the same page, Jamal grinned. So, what do you want to eat ?

Of course, that was enough for the bickering to start again. You offered to cook dinner, but obviously, none of your friends would let you lift a finger, even though you had basically spent five days sleeping and were more energized than ever. Thankfully, everyone ended up agreeing on the food, and you managed to display some excellent diplomatic skills when it came to organizing your schedule. You sent Marshall home after dinner so that he could actually get some rest and a full night of sleep and had a movie night with your roommates. As for Josh, you made plans to see him in a few days. Initially, you wanted to invite him to dinner on the night you got home, but your friends made a valid point that it would be wiser to wait for a few days, so that your first night home would be more chill. After the movie, you and Talia went to your room to do some pampering and she could not refrain from grilling you about “Em”.

So… First night without cerberus in a while, huh ? She playfully asked.

I guess, you giggled. He wasn’t that bad, though.

Oh he definitely was, she chuckled. You should have seen him when you were asleep. He was standing there like some sort of bouncer, making sure not too many people were in the room. And then, when it got too loud, he turned into a cranky old librarian like “Shhhhh”.

She imitated him, with his serious demeanor and frown. You couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

It’s sweet, you said softly - you couldn’t help defending him.

He’s too much, she said. I swear, he is the most dramatic person I have ever met.

It’s part of the charm, I guess, you shrugged.

Oh, really… “Charm” ? She grinned. I thought we already had a prince charming…

You know what I mean, you said with a frown.

Actually, I don’t, she said. I mean, you’re wearing his clothes all the time, he spent five days in the hospital with you, you guys are always hanging out… I’m telling you : I wouldn’t enjoy being your boyfriend if I had to deal with Em being all over you.

I know, you sighed.

Especially when you enjoy it so much, she added.

You looked at her but said nothing. Had anyone else made that comment, you would have lied, but it was Talia, so there was no use.

I knew it !!! She almost screamed.

Yeah well, you can know it but not shout it, ok ? You said.

You like Em !!!

I do, you groaned. But believe me, it’s not fun.

Oh, boo-hoo, “my crush is all over me and it’s hard”, she giggled. Yeah, must suck to be you, Y/N. Especially when the crush in question is the wet dream of millions of people across the world. Remind me again, why are you bothering with Josh ?

You ended up explaining the whole story to her : how you had a chance with Marshall, that was ruined by the argument, how you had planned on confessing your feelings for him in NYC but didn’t because he ended up dating Nicole and how you ended up dating Josh.

Here’s the thing, you said : I love Marshall, but he doesn’t love me back. And I like Josh too, you know ? Like, actually like him. I want to give this relationship a chance, because he is so great.

I feel you, she said in a voice full of compassion. You deserve to be happy. Em is a fucking dumbass in my opinion…

He’s not. He doesn’t like me like this, it’s ok. He’s still my best friend.

Yeah, but I don’t understand, though. For someone who doesn’t like you like this, he is all over you. That doesn’t make sense, you know ? She said. Anyway, if Josh makes you happy, that’s what matters, right ?

He’s just nice, you replied. And Josh does make me happy. I can’t wait for you to meet him.

I can’t wait either, she said. But he’s no Em.

Promise me you’ll still be nice to him ?

Of course, she said.

A MONTH LATER

You had finally introduced Josh to Talia and Jamal and they seemed to like him. The four of you would go on double dates, even some triple dates with Hailie and Evan. You had lots of fun and it felt really nice to have your closest friends supporting your relationship. Talia’s birthday was coming up in a few days and she even invited him. Josh was being as amazing as ever, and you wished you could say everything was perfect but it wasn’t. You’d been together for more than three months at this point and you still hadn’t been able to seal the deal. You’d had plenty of opportunity and slept together a bunch of times but that was all it was : sleeping. Not that you didn’t want to do the deed, on the contrary, you were both up for it, but the attack had left its mark, so every time he tried to do more than kiss you or hold your hand, you ended up being triggered. He said he was fine with it but, obviously, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. At that point, you were a triggered, yet horny mess, which put you in quite a mood. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to have sex ever again. Thankfully, you also spent a lot of time with your friends, which helped you get your mind off things. You were either hanging out with Jamal and/or Talia, at the studio or with Marshall.

That night was your first night sleeping alone in a month. Ever since you got home, you were prone to nightmares. The doctors at the hospital had offered to give you some medication for anxiety and even some sleeping pills, but given your past, you refused to pick up the prescription. You’d been sober for a while now, which was great, but you still didn’t trust yourself. So your friends, being as amazing as they were, took turns having sleepovers in your room. The most frequent guests were either Talia or Josh, but sometimes, Marshall would come over too. It was the middle of the night and you were waking up from yet another nightmare and, normally, you would have someone by your side, but you had decided to try sleeping alone for the first time, since Talia and Jamal had a romantic weekend getaway planned and were spending a night in a hotel, and you weren’t too sure about wanting Josh coming over. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy his company or that he wouldn’t happily cuddle with you, but you felt like he might get his hopes up about finally having sex and you didn’t want to let him down yet again. You tried to pace yourself by using some breathing exercises, but to no avail. It was as if you could feel the attacker’s breath down your neck. Plus, it was a windy night and every noise from the outside was startling you. So much for putting on your big girl’s pants. You decided to call Marshall.

Hey honey, you heard his sleepy voice say. What’s up ?

Am I bothering you ? You asked in a little voice.

Never, he said softly. What’s up ?

I’m scared, you said on the verge of tears. I’m alone in the house and I feel like… He’s watching me or something.

Oh. Isn’t Josh sleeping over ? He asked.

Not tonight…, you said sheepishly.

Want me to come over ?

Do you mind ? You asked.

You know I don’t, he said. Movie night ?

Sure.

Great. Be there in 30, ok ?

When he arrived, he gave you the biggest hug and you put on some random, crappy movie. You were both laying on your bed, watching the movie on your computer. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder and was mindlessly playing with your hair. His presence was soothing, and his hilarious comments were keeping you distracted. At some point, a steamy sex scene came on, and it made you feel a bit awkward. It didn’t help that it reminded you of all the action you were definitely not getting. Marshall picked on it right away.

Are you blushing ?! He asked with a grin.

What ? No I’m not…, you replied awkwardly.

You’re so red. You’re blushing.

Shut up, please, you whispered.

Come on, it’s a movie, he chuckled.

It’s just… It’s so awkward, you know ? I hate love scenes in movies, you said.

Oh, believe me, actors usually hate filming them, he said. More awkward to film than to watch.

Have you ever filmed one of those for a music video ? You asked.

Sort of, he said. But the worst was the scene in 8 Mile. Didn’t take long, but I definitely didn’t have much fun.

Oh right, you said. I sort of forgot that you were in a movie.

What ?! You haven’t seen my movie ?! He asked in a fake offended voice.

I haven’t, you giggled. What’s it about ?

He proceeded to describe the movie for you, explaining the plot. You thought it was absolutely crazy that you were friends with someone who had a movie based on his life. Once again, it reminded you of the big deal that he was.

Can we watch it ? You asked. That sounds like something I’d enjoy.

Sure, he chuckled. Haven't seen that in a while.

You changed the movie and put on 8 Mile. It was both weird and fun to see Marshall twenty years ago.

God, you’re hot, you said before you could catch yourself.

He looked at you with a smirk.

Why thank you, he said with a smile.

No, I meant before, you said. I mean, in the movie… Uh, you look good in that.

Better than now ? He asked with a grin.

No, you said.

So I��m even hotter now ?

Yeah. I mean no, I-I…, you began to say as you felt your cheeks burning.

Relax, I’m just fucking with you, he giggled. God, you’re blushing so hard it’s hilarious.

You focused your intention on the movie and tried to ignore him. The movie was good and you enjoyed it. Marshall definitely had great acting skills. At some point, the love scene with Brittany Murphy came on and you found yourself biting your lip. It was just a movie scene, for sure, but it was a steamy one and you were lucky enough to know that Marshall was actually good in bed (or on a couch, or in a car…). In fact, he was the best you ever had. And the last. This thought had you hot and bothered, and equally frustrated.

Like what you see ? He teasingly whispered in your ear.

God, shut up, you groaned as you blushed. His voice in your ear wasn’t helping you.

Not a chance, he giggled.

It’s not funny, Marshall…

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. It was an innocent peck, as there had been thousands before, but it definitely made matters worse. And obviously, you had no poker face, so he picked on it right away.

Don’t tell me you’re horny, he chortled.

Don’t you ever shut up ?

What ? Isn’t the lobster up to the challenge ? He grinned.

Well, I guess we’ll never know, you groaned.

He looked at you in confusion and pressed pause. His eyebrows were furrowed.

What’s wrong ? He asked.

Nothing, you said. It’s just… Nevermind. Let’s watch the movie, ok ?

You can tell me anything, honey, he said softly. What’s up with Josh ? I thought he was great.

I can’t put out, you blurted out. So, yeah, he’s great, but he’s probably going to end up leaving me and I’m going to grow my hymen back and die a virgin.

He couldn’t refrain from chuckling and you shot him a death glare.

Sorry, he said as he caught himself. It’s not what you’re saying. It’s the way you’re saying it. I feel for you, though.

You do ? You asked with a pout.

Well, I mostly feel for him, but yeah…

He’s not the one panicking every time someone tries to touch him, you groaned. But yeah, whatever, let’s feel for Josh, I guess.

No, he chuckled. What I mean is that having you as a girlfriend and not getting any action must be really hard. Pun intended.

He managed to make you chuckle. He always had the silliest jokes.

Come on, you horndog, let’s watch the end of the movie, he said as he shook his head, trying not to laugh.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him and you went back to watching the movie.

Is that alright ? He asked with a smirk. Or am I too hot for you ?

Fuck you, Marshall, you whined.

Well, yeah, you wish, he chuckled. Just kidding, I’ll stop.

Thankfully, the movie was good and you managed to focus on it. Soon after the movie ended, you fell asleep.

MARSHALL’S POV

Showing 8 Mile to Y/N was pretty interesting. Marshall got to watch her reactions and it was a fun sight, especially when it came to the sex scene. He couldn’t help but notice her blushing and biting her lip and, obviously, he wasn’t going to miss that great of an opportunity to make fun of her. He didn’t mean to be an asshole, but learning she hadn’t actually slept with Josh made his day. Not that he didn’t want her to be fulfilled - he did - but the fucker didn’t deserve her anyway. He knew he shouldn’t rejoice in another man’s sexual misery, and karma made sure to remind him. As Y/N fell asleep, he kept on tossing and turning. For one, he wasn’t really tired anymore - somehow, being woken up at 2AM fucks up your sleep schedule. Secondly, seeing her all hot and bothered had him all hot and bothered. He could make fun of her all he wanted, but he hadn’t had any action in a while either. He probably would have if he hadn’t blown it up with Nicole, though.

Y/N encouraged him to patch things up with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After realizing his feelings for Y/N were far too strong, dating Nicole seemed stupid. Years ago, he definitely would have used her to get over his feelings, but that wasn’t exactly the man he wanted to be. So he did the “right” thing to do : he sent flowers and apologized for lacking empathy being an ass, but decided not to see her anymore. Thankfully, none of his friends knew he was dating, so he didn’t have to explain his change of heart to anybody except Y/N. She didn’t understand at first but she ended up leaving him alone on the matter.

He took a look at her as he tried to fall asleep. She was really cute and the sight brought a smile to his face. She seemed to sleep peacefully - at least for now - and he hoped she wouldn’t have any nightmares. He kissed the top of her head and cuddled with her before closing his eyes. He almost went to sleep when he heard her moan. Not an unusual sound since she kept on having these awful dreams. He almost woke her up when he heard something unexpected : his name.

Marshall…, she moaned. Harder.

Was she having a dream… about him ? He was about to shake it off when she moaned again. He had absolutely no clue as to what he was supposed to do. Leave ? Wake her up ? He thought about letting her enjoy her dream but as her moans got deeper, he felt as if he was about to go crazy. To make matters worse, she was squirming. She always moved when she slept but now, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Honey, wake up, he whispered as he gently shook her arm and turned on the little lamp on the nightstand.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, flustered. She sat up and he could see her nipples poking through her tee-shirt. This woman was going to be the death of him and he knew it.

Are you alright ? She asked in a small voice.

Are you ? He asked as he couldn’t keep himself from smirking.

At that point, it was second nature to him. He had to tease her about it. Anyone would do the same if they were laying in bed with a beautiful woman having a wet dream about them, right ? She looked at him and he could tell that she knew he heard her. She said absolutely nothing, though.

So… sweet dreams ? He chuckled.

She was biting her lip, looking away. She looked incredibly hot and it took everything he had not to jump on her this minute. Plus, he didn’t want to trigger her, obviously. Not to lie, he was having a huge fucking ego boost, knowing it was him who had her in this state. Not Josh. Not anyone else. Him. As seconds went by, the silence was starting to become heavy. They were both horny, it was painfully obvious. She was looking down, obviously uncomfortable.

Look at me, he said softly, coaxing her chin in his direction.

Her beautiful eyes seemed lost in a haze. Her pupils were dilated and her chest was heaving. She seemed to be in some state.

What did you dream about ? He asked.

Y-You, she whispered in a husky voice.

I didn’t ask who, I asked what, he said softly, his hand still on her cheek. Care to describe ?

She opened her mouth but no sound came out. He chuckled softly, amazed at the effect he was having on her. He could definitely get high on this feeling. He grazed her bottom lip with his thumb. It was swollen from the biting. All he wanted was to kiss her. He brought his face slightly closer to her. They were staring into each other’s eyes. He traced her features with his fingers : her cheekbones, her jaw, the curve of her neck…

Marshall, she whispered.

Tell me to stop, he said.

But she didn’t. Instead, she brought her hand to his face and cupped his cheek. It was soft, intimate and unexpectedly sexy. Her breathing was heavy and so was his. He couldn’t resist her anymore. He captured her lips in a soft kiss. His heart was pounding. For a quarter of a second, he feared that she would push him away, slap him or run away from him. But she kissed him back. Thank God. Their kisses were delicate and soft, but they could both feel the passion brewing in each other. He gently bit her lip, causing her to moan.

Tell me about your dream, baby, he said in a husky voice. Describe it for me.

Y-You were…behind me and… I was in your arms, she said. Spooning.

Her voice was breathy and her eyes were closed. He kissed her gently and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers.

What else ? He asked.

You were hum… kissing my neck… and biting it, she whispered.

I know how much you love neck kisses baby, he whispered in her ear. Can I kiss your neck ?

Yes, she muttered, almost pleading.

He smiled and gently got her hair out of the way before planting soft kisses on her neck, in that soft spot he knew she had. This caused her to whimper, much to his satisfaction. She ran her fingers through his hair, maintaining his head where it was. He chuckled and gently bit her neck.

Tell me more about your dream, honey, he commanded.

You were pounding in me, she said hoarsely.

Was it good ? He asked.

So good.

He kissed her neck again. He was dying to make her his, but he didn’t want to rush her. He just wanted her to enjoy the moment. He could tell she needed some release.

How about you show me how good it was, baby ? He suggested.

W-What ? She asked shyly.

Touch yourself for me, honey, he said before kissing her shoulder.

He knew he probably shouldn’t ask her to do that. But in this instant he absolutely didn’t care. He was burning for her and he could feel her desire. They were looking at each other, as if they were high. She nodded and began running her hands on her body, on top of her clothes. She was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the sensations. One of her hands went to her breasts, stroking and pinching her nipples, while the other rubbed her thigh. Apparently, it was enough for her breathing to accelerate. This was the sexiest thing he had thing in a while. He was so hard it was almost painful. This view was both a blessing and a curse. He needed to touch her. He gently cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch while she kept on touching herself, her hand going from her thigh to her pussy.

I want to hold you, he said softly. Can I ?

She nodded softly, her eyes still closed. He settled behind her. He took her in his arms while she rested between his legs, still busy with herself. Her head was resting on his shoulder as he traced the features of her angel face. Eventually,her hands got underneath her clothes.

You can just take them off, baby, he whispered.

Once again, she said nothing. Only sweet moans were escaping her lips. However, she seemed to agree, as she removed her tee-shirt and her shorts. She spread her legs a little and rubbed her clit, which made her whine. He kissed her temple while his fingers were gently tracing circles on her shoulder. Her moans got louder when she inserted a finger inside her pussy. He knew she was soaking wet and it was making him ever hornier. He knew how good it felt to be inside of her.

Does it feel good, baby ? He asked in her ear.

Yes, she moaned before inserting a second finger.

He spilled kisses in her neck while she fingered herself, determined to see how loud he could make her moan.

Come for me, babygirl, he whispered.

I can’t, she replied in a croaky voice.

Do you want me to help you ? He asked softly.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to him and looked at him in anticipation. She looked shy. He placed a tender kiss on her lips and stroked her cheek.

I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, baby, I promise, he said.

Ok, she whispered.

Ok what ? He asked in order to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything.

You can… help me.

He kissed her again. He felt so proud that she trusted him enough. All he wanted was for her to feel safe. He grabbed her hand and gently sucked her fingers, enjoying her taste. He removed his tee-shirt so that he could feel her skin against his.

Come here, he said as he put her in a spoon position. Take my hand and show me what you want, baby.

They were comfortably laying in bed, cuddling while he kissed her neck. She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. He could feel her heart pounding. He gently pinched her nipple, causing her to moan and arch her back against him, no doubt feeling how hard he was through his sweatpants. He did it again, a bit harder, while he bit her neck. She started grinding her ass against him, still in the spoon position, driving him crazy with each one of her hip movements. He gently put his hand on her hip, stopping her.

Hold on, babygirl, he chuckled. You’re driving me crazy here. Let’s focus on you for a bit, alright ?

It was true : he wanted to focus his attention on her. She chuckled softly and grabbed his hand again. They interlaced their fingers.

Can you… touch me ? She whispered.

Anything you want, honey, he replied with a smile.

He gently cupped her sex, feeling how wet she was. His palm was against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Is this what you want, baby ? He asked in a husky voice.

Yes, she moaned. Please, Marshall.

He pressed his hand harder and inserted two fingers in her as she let out a gasp. She was squirming against him, rocking her hips in sync as he was moving his wrist. At first, his movements were slow. He wasn’t in a rush anyway. Plus, the last thing he wanted was to trigger her or hurt her.

Are you alright ? He asked carefully.

Yes, she moaned. It’s good.

He buried his face in her neck as he went a bit faster. Her moans became a lot deeper and he could tell she was about to come. He accelerated the movements of his head and she let out a small cry as he felt her walls clench on his fingers. Her whole body seemed to contract before relaxing altogether.

Oh God, she whispered.

Did you like it, honey ? He asked with a smile - already knowing the answer.

Yes, she softly giggled before burying her face in the pillow.

He gently turned her so that she could face him, so that he could see her beautiful face. She looked relaxed and happy, though still hazy.

You’re so beautiful, he said. I want to kiss you. May I ?

Instead of replying, she kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her as their tongues found each other. It was a deep, ardent kiss. Their legs were tangled together, as their arms were clutching at each other’s body.

I think… I want you, she whispered shyly.

Are you sure baby ? He asked softly. You don’t have to.

I’m sure, she whispered. Just… be gentle ?

Of course, love, he said. How do you want it ?

Spoon ? She asked with a little smile.

He chuckled. She seemed to enjoy this position. It wasn’t particularly his favorite, but he was happy to indulge. There was something about it that was soft and intimate, which he had to admit was enjoyable. He removed his sweatpants and boxers and they resumed the spooning position. He slowly positioned himself at her entrance and he felt her tense up.

Are you sure, honey ? I swear we don’t have to…

Yes, she said hoarsely. I want you. And I trust you.

He kissed her temple and entered her. She let out a groan and he froze for a second. However, she relaxed and he took it as his cue to start moving. He was thrusting slowly while peppering her face with soft kisses, holding her in his arms. He started to gently explore her body with his hands, making sure she was ok with every move. He teased her nipples with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.

Faster, she begged. I’m… so close…

He happily obliged and started to thrust faster, going deeper as well. He felt her clench around him again, slightly jerking as they both reached climax. He buried his face in her neck while they were both panting, gasping for air. He grabbed her hand and held her close to his body.

Are you alright ? He asked after a few minutes.

Yes, she said softly. Are you ?

Absolutely, he said.

She turned to face him. She had such a pretty face and reaching orgasm definitely gave her a nice glow. He chuckled as he cupped her face with his hand.

God, I’m so in love with you, he said.

He didn’t even think twice before saying it. It felt natural to him. Before he could catch himself, he saw the soft smile of Y/N turn into an expression of shock.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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I think Modern AUs of Beauty and the Beast need to lean harder on the "since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town" line

Belle came from something that is not a small, economically shaky rural town! There are a few possibilities, but I choose to understand it as Belle being a City Girl, because I think I can make it funny.

This is a City Girl who moved here, and looks Generically Pretty, because she's just Different from the others (that's why she's the most beautiful girl in town). It's not necessarily that she is prettier, but small towns tend to have limited options, and a new look is an interesting one.

She reads so many books because she never got agribusiness classes in high school, so she isn't set up for small town life in terms of actually getting a job locally, and she tends to avoid other people and hide in her books because it's easier than people. Everyone reads into this as her being kind of stuck-up and snotty because she looks down on the locals.

Her dad is some Weird City Man Who Lost His Tenure For Blowing Up The Science Wing, so he's now the eccentric who had to move to Nowhere, Middle Of for the sake of getting away from a whole lot of Crap regarding his reputation.

The local dudes who all peaked in high school are joshing for a chance at Belle, because she's the Hot City Girl. They do all think she's weird as hell because she's got Political Opinions And Uses The Wrong Slang, and are very much of the opinion that there is a certain level of crazy that can be excused by being hot enough.

Cue "Dad gets lost, gotta go find him, agree to stay in the cursed castle because, well, gotta save Dad! And curses are a pretty extenuating circumstance to 'weird guy wants me to stay with him indefinitely,' especially since isn't asking for sex or housework while living with him, so... whatever. I still have a phone and Dad knows to call the cops if I miss a check-in."

Also in regards to the various servants, there are cult rumors. These days, live-in staff are a lot less common. Nobody's seen anyone from The Big House in ages, but the building still accepts food deliveries and puts out trash for collection, so someone must be there, so the only reasonable take on why they're out of contact is cult.

From the perspective of the town... she falls for that weird rich dude who lives in the foothills and has what seems to be a cult, which for the peaked in high school crew is very "Okay. You weren't that hot anyway, bitch."

The 'magic mirror shows that Belle is trapped by a monster' is actually just people going "aw shit, new girl got sucked into the cult, should we go check on her?" Her dad keeps saying that she's fine and hasn't said anything is really wrong, but everyone insists that she's lying because it's all Cult Bullshit.

After that whole mess is over, with the Beast and crew once again human and Belle clearly annoyed and reading the riot act to both the townsfolk and Adam, showing she's not fallen for any brainwash-y bullshit, she was just a pissed-off girl who decided "I can bully him into being a better person," which is probably a bad decision, but she's a grown-ass woman, so...

The cops are no longer trying to kidnap her back from the local rich eccentric (as opposed to the local poor eccentric, of which there are several, including Belle's dad).

The townsfolk decide by and large that this was probably for the best because Belle's apparently broken the cult situation? Somehow? And people from the big house in the hills are finally visiting town and proving they're alive again, so that's good.

It was never a cult, they just couldn't show their faces when the faces were furniture.

This turned into a bit more 'massive misunderstanding' with a heavy dollop of accidental Hallmark movie, but hey, we got there in the end. We all know I love a good genre mashup, and a romcom on one side with a horror on the other is basically how Disney did it, right?

Also I've been bingeing a lot of SNL and the actress I've got in my mind for this is Ego Nwodim.

#beauty and the beast #modern au #cults #cult mention #phoenix posts #disney

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w2soneshots · 3 months

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First day -W2S

Words: 1.2k+

Warnings: none.

In which you start your first day at your new job and take a fancy to your "boss"

I walked into the wear house of my new job with a smile on my face exited for a change from my old one. I immediately spotted a familiar face. "Kristi!" i said walking up to her. She quickly turned around and smiled "y/n! How are you, ready for your first day?" she asked. "definitely." i replied.

I was then introduced to Simon who is one of the seven sidemen, and had organised the shoot today. "Hi I'm Simon." he said with a friendly smile. "y/n Nice to meet you." I replied. "So, are you enjoying your first day?" He asked. "Yes, This set is sick." i said enthusiastically. Simon smiled lightly then looked behind me and waved. I turned around to see someone walking towards us. "Aight." Simon said as he fist bumped the short ginger. "Yea mate you?" he replied "yea." Then he turned to me "y/n right?" He asked, "yes nice to meet you..." I waited for him to tell mr his name. "Ethan." he added "Ethan." I said.

I met four other people from the sidemen and they were all lovely: Tobi, JJ, Vik and Josh. Everyone was ready to start filming but who i assumed was Harry (due to overhearing a conversation between Kon and Simon) was late.

Finally he walked in and all of the boys started teasing him and going on about a red card for being so late, but he protested that he was stuck in traffic.

Kon sent me on set to adjust one of the lights that was slightly off, and everyone got in their places ready to film. "a little to the left" Kon said from across the room, "there?" I asked moving the light around. "Stop. Perfect". As I left the set I caught someone's eye, who I assumed was Harry since I have met everyone here, and I didn't recognise him. I smiled lightly at him and he did the same back, before i walked completely off set.

Filming went on for just over two hours. Since it's my first day i was basically following Kon around doing whatever he needed done. Once filming finished I helped Kristi put away some of the camera equipment.

I grabbed my bag and coat ready to leave for the day, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Harry, "I didn't get too introduced myself earlier. Im Harry." he said putting out his hand, "y/n." I replied, shaking his hand. "Had a good first day?" He asked me. "Yes! everyone is so nice here." i said enthusiastically. He smiled and then said "I better be getting home. See you on the next shoot?" "Yep, See you there." I replied as we both walked away.

That night I was followed on instagram by Tobi, (who id given my username to, when we ran into each other as we were getting into our cars) JJ, Vik, Ethan, Josh, Simon and Harry. I followed them all back, and went to sleep.

Today marks a week working for the sidemen, and I did a little research one night to figure out what they were all about, since I was clueless when I first started.

Instead of a warehouse like my first day, they're shooting a side-cast (their podcast), which is located in a very tall building. From the email, I was told that James (who is one of the main camera men) would be in charge today. I also found out that only four of the sidemen do the podcast at a time and today would be: Simon, Tobi, Harry, and JJ.

When I arrived I walked into reception and signed in. Once I went up the lift and found the right room I walked in and quickly spotted James. We said hello, and he told me that I would be in charge of camera two today and that the boys would be here any minute. I set my bag down and took off my coat.

Tobi was the 1st to arrive followed by Simon, JJ and then Harry. They all greeted me along with the rest of the crew, and we got straight into filming. it took about an hour and a half to film the entire side-cast and then afterwards as I was grabbing my bag coat, Harry walked towards me.

"Hey." he said with a smile on his face. "Hi, do you need something?" I asked, "no, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go and get some lunch?" a smile spread across my face, and I replied "I would love to."

I was quite surprised that Harry had asked me to lunch, but I was very happy he had. I ended up going in his car and he drove us to Nando's. He was the first to talk "I'm not sure if you like Nando's.." "oh no I love it it's my favourite." I said enthusiastically. "Thank god" he replied. After we finished our food, he asked me if I would like to come back to his place, I said yes, and he drove to his apartment.

As he unlocked the door he said "by the way, I have a roommate, just ignore him." he said in a slightly jokey tone. I laughed and said "will do." Once he open the door, we both took our shoes off and he walked me through to the kitchen. "Your apartment is lovely." I said looking around.

After about an hour of sitting and talking on his couch, who I assumed was his roommate, walked in. He looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows. Harry gave him a dirty look And then introduced us. "y/n this is Cal. Cal y/n." he said as we both stood up, I smiled and put my hand out to shake his, and he did just that. "Nice to meet you." he said wiggling his eyebrows. "you too." I said back laughing.

"So are you Harrys bird, yea?" He asked with a smirk. Harry punched him in the arm with his fist, "ow." he said quietly.

"Uh no, no I'm not." I said with a slight giggle. "You should get on that then Bog." he said. My brows furrowed Bog? I thought. "Bog?" I said allowed. "Stupid nickname." Harry said.

Cal, or Freezy as he told me to call him retreated back to his room after grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Harry turned to me and said "I told you to ignore him." I laughed and said "he seems nice."

I spent a few hours at Harry's place before I decided It was time to go home. we exchanged numbers before I left, and I said "thank you for lunch. I had a great time." he smiled and said "me too, see you at the shoot on Thursday?" "See you there."

Harry's pov:

As soon as the door closed I heard Freezys open, I turned to see him stood with a smirk on his face. "she's nice." He said and laughed. "Yep." I said. I really did like her, she's funny, kind, she smells amazing and she is so fucking beautiful.

Shit I really like her…

#w2s #harry w2s #w2s x reader #w2s imagine #w2s fic #sidemen #harry lewis #wrotoshaw #fanfic #oneshot #image #x reader

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ejoygvf · 11 months

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A Bad Day

I don’t really see Josh as much of a hardcore dominant, so this was very different to write but something I needed to get off my chest!

Your day was going from bad to worse. Luckily your wonderful boyfriend was happy enough to be able to change that for you and turn a bad day into a great one.

Content Warnings: 🔞 EXPLICIT Sexual Content!!! Fingering, oral M/F, unprotected sexual intercourse (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) , spanking, whipping, spitting, daddy kink, extreme degradation, mild bdsm, control, bit of fluff and I THINK that’s it. Straight up porn basically.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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Your day had been an absolute shit show. The stress that had amounted up throughout the day and you had just about reached breaking point. It had been one thing after another. You dropped your favourite mug in the morning and it had smashed into irreparable pieces, you missed your first train on the way to work and your second was delayed, a dickhead truck driver decided to drive into a puddle and soak you with muddy rain water as you walked along the pavement, you left your work pass at home and were stuck outside in the pouring rain for 15 minutes before security eventually buzzed you in. Yeah, THAT much of a shit show day.

Finally, you were on your way back home from work. It had dragged on for what felt like 15 hours, rather than 8. The train journey home was a lot smoother, thank fucking god. It was actually quite quiet too, which was a relief. You put your headphones in and turned the volume all the way up before slumping your head back into the train seat and taking the deepest sigh, humanly possible trying to figure out how to de-stress after todays events. There was just one thing. One singular thing that could help vanish this shitty day away. Whipping your phone out of your pocket you sped text your boyfriend, Josh.

You: Hey baby, I know you’ll still be at the studio when I get back but hopefully not for much longer, right? I need my daddy and I need level 10, please? Love you

Josh: Angel! Will be finishing up the vocals now and headed home after, so see you soon. Jesus fuck babe, level 10? Been a while, must have had a shit day? Daddy’s got you. Love you too, forever

You: Perfect, see you soon.

You and Josh had been together coming up four years, you were absolute best friends and knew each other inside out. Everyone knew that you two came as a package deal. He was a ray of sunshine, the most energetic human with the widest smile, always had optimism up his sleeve and on top of all that he was fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful dimples, a set of perfectly straight, white teeth with a tiny gap in his front two, caramel coloured eyes and curly brown hair, falling around his face.

Greta Van Fleet had blown up so quickly, it had been a bit of a whirlwind the last few years. They had millions of fans across the globe, people screaming their names at concerts, thousands of comments of admiration on their instagrams. But even with the weight of all of that, your relationship never once faltered. In fact, if anything, it just strengthened. You were so proud of the boys and were lucky enough to get to go on tour with them, so you and Josh didn’t have to be apart for long stints at a time. You had a lovely apartment together in Nashville and work were really understanding when you went on tour with him, letting you work remotely.

Your sex life was a whole different story. Everyone always knew you both as the most loved up, affectionate and gentle couple. Always calling each other pet names, touching in any capacity you could, two peas in a pod. Your sex life was incredible and very different to what people assumed it would be. You’d had a system that you’d built over the last couple of years, using the first two years of your relationship to explore each others bodies, likes, dislikes, turn ons, turn offs and kinks. Your system was simple and discreet enough for the two of you. 1 being loving, gentle, slow and romantic. 10 was hard, rough, bdsm, painful, dom/sub sex. You had normally stuck between 3-6 week to week, rarely ever using 10 but tonight you needed it. Josh knew of your Daddy issues and was completely okay with this name being used on certain occasions.

Finally after what felt like forever, you got through your front door, throwing your bag and coat on the floor beside you before throwing yourself on the plush, burgundy sofa. Your apartment always smelt like incense and was full of plants, colourful art work, Moroccan style rugs and sun catchers. You stared up at the ceiling taking deep breathes and decided to doze off for a bit before Josh got home. Before you knew it, you’d fallen into a light sleep.

You must have not been sleeping long before you felt a finger gently dragging along the bridge of your nose. “Hey baby, wakey wakey. I’ve missed you, it’s been an entire 10 hours since I last saw you.” You heard Josh giggle as he whispered to you. You knew the corners of your lips began to turn upwards but kept your eyes closed. Pretending to keep up the sleep facade, you ignored him, seeing how long it would take for him to crack. “Baaaaabyyyyy!! I’m here, wake up now!” The volume of his voice was definitely louder now and he had began raking his fingers through your hair. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You heard him let out a sigh of defeat. He knew you were faking it so decided to play you at your own game. “Well, I guess I’ll just go and make myself cum because my little whore is clearly too tired from her day.” He went to stand and you grabbed his wrist before he could walk away, pulling him on top of you.

He chuckled as he fell against you, laying on top of your torso with hands either side of your face. He lifted one of them, stroking your bottom lip with his index finger. “Ahh, did someone’s dreams become a nightmare?” He said through a mischievous grin. “Absolutely Joshy, I dreamt that my boyfriend wasn’t going to be throat fucking me any more.” You gave an over dramatic pout and puppy dog eyes. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that. Because I definitely will be throat fucking you. Got to make Daddy happy, don’t we?” Before you could say anything else he firmly grasped his hand round your jaw, pushing your lips together. The pain from the inside of your cheeks pushing against your teeth sent a quiver through your body. “Now, from this moment on, you’ll listen to what I say, you’ll obey the rules I lay and you’re going to be a good whore for Daddy, aren’t you?” You nodded eagerly, eyes starting to water. “Good, now taste me.” He spat straight into your mouth before leaning forward to lick across your lips, all while his hand hadn’t moved from squashing them together. “Swallow me down, whore.” You did exactly as he asked.

Within seconds you were on your hands and knees with one of his hands wrapped around your hair, being used like a dog lead. “Follow me, slut.” He pulled you along by your hair towards the bedroom and you crawled on all fours behind him. Your stomach flipping at the thought of what was to come. Your shit day was already starting to wash away, you just wanted to be dominated, whilst simultaneously having the best orgasms you could get and hoping the rest of the world would disappear.

You eventually crawled your way into the bedroom, Josh being almost silent the entire walk there, only a small smirk across his face. “Up, now.” He pulled you up by your hair and he tightened it into his fist, causing your neck to snap back so you were looking up at him. “Go and stand against the wardrobe. Back against it, hands by your sides, palms faced flat against the doors. Don’t fucking move. You got it?” Curious as to what was in store you nodded “Yes.”

A soft slap across your cheek took the breath out of your lungs. “Yes what?”

He asked, holding onto your wrist. “Yes Daddy, I’ll do what you say.” His face lit up “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You filthy whore.” He placed a gentle kiss to your rising red cheek and pushed you in the direction of the wardrobe.

Back against it, like he asked, hands flat and pressed against the door, facing the bed. He was right in your eye line. Breath, shaky with the anticipation of what he had in mind. He sat at the edge of the bed, lent back on his hands, legs spaced widely apart. He had the look of sex in his eyes. He started reaching to the hem of his white jumper, pulling it over his head and winking at you as he threw it across the floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, all whilst keeping eye contact.

You were practically writhing, stood in your place at the sight of his naked torso, you wanted him so bad. The heat between your legs had been building up long before this started and you could feel your wetness pooling. “So far, so good. You’re doing well for me. Aren’t you, you worthless slut?” The degrading names caused your clit to throb “Yes I am Daddy. Just for you, all for you.” He nodded, hands starting to slide to the growing bulge in his jeans, using his palm to rub over it. “Ahhh fuck…” his eyes rolled back and his head flopped backwards to reveal his delicious looking neck to you. You watched him lick his lips before he unbuckled his belt and placed it on the bed next to him, you knew it was going to be used later.

“You’re gonna watch me, baby. Watch me make myself feel good. You can’t do anything about it but watch.” Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck, how are you about to control yourself? How are you going to manage to stay still through this, you were already dripping at the show he was putting on. His hands were working fast to unbutton his jeans, you hear the zipper and watched him shimmy the denim and boxers off. The hardness of his cock making a slapping sound as it hit the bottom of his stomach. The smirk on his face is so fucking smug and you hate how much you love it. You’re clenching your legs together at the current sight, Josh sat fully naked on the edge of your bed with fuck me eyes.

“You like what you see, don’t you? You’ve seen this cock so many times before baby and you’re amazed every time. It’s yours, all yours. You want it bad, huh?” You stare, almost in a daze and nod your head, licking your lips. His hand makes his way down to the base and starts moving slowly up and down his length, thumbing up to the tip, collecting the drops of pre cum before smoothing them over himself. You can see it practically twitching in his hands. You’re digging your nails into the wood behind you to stop yourself from lunging forward.

“Oooooh shit, this feels so fucking good baby. You have no idea. You like how Daddy’s cock looks in his hand? Mmmm, I could cum just like this.” He licked him lips, staring straight into your eyes with whimpers escaping him and a heavy breath. You were throbbing at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He moaned out. Finally, you thought. You’re going to get to touch him. You started to walk over before his hand came up to halt you. “Uh uh, on your hands and knees, slut. Crawl to me.”

You did just that, no questions asked.

You made your way toward him before kneeling in front of him, face inches away from his cock, you could smell him and see every pulse and vein as his hand slowly worked over it. A light slap across your face snapped you out of your trance and his hand snaked it’s way around your throat with a firm grip. “You’re staring too hard you dirty whore. I bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? I want you to strip for me. Make it slow, show me that you’re worth it.”

Obeying his every wish, you slowly stood, keeping your eyes on his big caramel coloured irises and brushed your hair behind your shoulders before starting your strip tease for him. You’d never been overly confident in your body, picking faults and finding new things to be insecure about, daily. But Josh had changed that, he taught you how to fall in love with all of yourself. How to admire every little scar, stretch mark and all the insecurities that would eat away at you. He made you feel sexy, beautiful and confident. So doing things like this in front of him was less of a dreaded thing and more of a thrill seek.

Your shoes and socks were already off and you were just left in black leggings and an oversized hoodie. Thank god you chose today to wear matching underwear. You turned round slowly, back to him, shimmying your leggings down the curve of your ass, giving a spank on your left cheek before taking them off completely, lifting your hoodie to show your ass, giving a little shake. His eyes were lighting up at the sight of your ass shaking in the thong. You very slowly body rolled your way out of the hoodie before you were left in the matching navy blue set he got you one Valentines holiday. You ran your hands up and down your curves, using your finger tips to trace over the cups of your bra and the hem of your thong. You turned back to him, wearing a smug smile.

Josh had dramatically slowed down his hand movements, jaw gaped open at the sight before him. He stood and made his way over to you, tracing his hands over your shoulders before turning you back around, facing away from him. “Touch the floor, baby. I want to see you bent over.” Knees bent slightly, you palmed the floor with your ass up in the air. “Mmm, good fucking girl, such a good girl, baby. You look so good.” CRACK, a searing pain felt across both ass cheeks made you jolt and your knees buckle. Josh hurried to keep you from falling. “You gotta take these whips like a good whore. Stay still. You’ll stay still for me, won’t you? You know the safe word if it gets too much.” The after sting felt so good and you knew there would be belt shaped bruises splayed across you tomorrow. “Yes Daddy, I promise. Punish me.” You sounded pathetic and desperate. The leather hitting you three more times, Josh asking you to count with him with each blow to the ass. Your cheeks were numb by the time he was finished, watery eyes and an almost hoarse voice from your screams and moans.

He knelt down with his face centimetres from your ass. “Such an obedient little slut. So desperate, so pathetic. I love it.” He delicately kissed his way over both your ass cheeks, lightly grazing his fingertips over the raised marks, a slight burn with each pass he made. “Marked the way you should be, by me. I can see how wet you are. Your underwear is practically stuck to your pussy. You’re leaking out the sides, baby. Fuccck.”

He laid his palms flat against each ass cheek and used his thumbs either side of the crack to trace down to your entrance, pulling apart slightly when he got to your pussy. “Looks so good, whore. Wanna taste? Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, you slid your hand in between your legs, dipping under the lace and curled two fingers into your entrance, you were soaked. You brought them up to parted lips and sucked off your juice. You tasted sweet, fresh and wanted more. “Mmmm, so good Daddy and all for you.” You could hear him grinning through his words “You’re damn right, you cum slut. My turn. Don’t fucking move.”

His hands made their way to the top of your thong, pulling down gently, hooking his index finger under the thin fabric between your cheeks he pulled forward and let them fall to the floor. “There she is. Pretty, soaked pussy. Ahhh baby, look at her. Almost as pretty as you.” He gave a firm but quick spank to your cunt before leaning forward and blowing gently over it. You were whimpering, your entire core burning, twinging. You were so desperate for just some sort of touch. Then he stood up and backed off. Feeling deflated you let out a sigh. “Aww poor baby, thought I was gonna eat you out? No. You’re here to serve me right now, come here and choke on Daddy’s dick.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, lent back on his elbows, legs slightly spread and he gave you a nod. You hopped down to your knees looking up at him through your lashes and he placed a finger under your chin before grabbing your throat tightly, choking you and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Take that bra off, I wanna see those tits bounce while you suck me.” Reaching behind your back, you released the clasp and threw the bra to the side of the room. Your nipples were already hard and so sensitive so it made you squeal when Josh lent forward twisting them in his fingers. He moaned at the sight of your eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was giving you. “Such a bombshell, baby. Will never get tired of this view. Now put that mouth to good use, you pathetic slut.”

Doing as you were told, you slotted yourself between his parted legs and took him in your hand. It was warm and rock solid, twitching with any movement your hand made. His lips parted and his eyes were fixed on yours. You gave a long firm stroke from the base to the tip, leaving your tongue on the tip, lapping up any pre cum you could, just for a taste. He was impatient, not wanting to be teased, he grabbed your hair into his fist, pulling your head back “Open up baby. Use this and make it sloppy.” He grunted before spitting into your mouth. He pushed you onto his cock, you took him all the way back until you could feel the tip hit the back of your throat. “Ahhhh shit, you dirty fucking slut. Take it all.” He was pushing himself into you, keeping your hair fisted into his hand. Your mouth was full, eyes watering, gagging around his length, you could barely breathe but my god was it making you spill down your thighs. “Mmmm, let me fuck that mouth of yours, stay still for me.” You placed your hands on his thighs, knowing what was to come. He started slowly thrusting in and out of your lips, his mouth falling apart and letting out disgruntled moans with each pass. He was warm and slightly salty from the pre cum, so hard and you could feel every bump, vein and crevice of him. You sucked him in with every thrust.

“So good, such an obedient whore for me. But I’m not ready to cum yet. Up. Stand up, now.” He stood up, pulling you up by your hair and walked you over to the bed before pushing you down. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down so your ass was half hanging off the edge. He knelt in between your legs, taking one of them over his shoulder. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this baby.” he breathed, his eyes found yours before reaching down and dragging a finger over your slit. “Tell me. How much do you enjoy having your cunt eaten? You want my face buried in that pretty pussy of yours until you cum on my tongue?” You nodded eagerly holding onto his hand, your other gripping desperately onto the sheets.

With that he gave you a wink and licked through your folds, his tongue flat and wide as he did. Repeating this, he made sure to stay around your clit, sucking gently at it before pushing his weight up on his hands and staring up at you. “Now, be a good girl and ride my face.” he demanded, his pupils blown out, causing his eyes to turn from that caramel colour to almost black. With that, he moved to lay at the head of the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him as you got up on your knees. “Hurry up baby, don’t keep me waiting.”

You crawled up the bed to meet him and straddled his shoulders, peering down at him as he snaked his arms around your thighs. Pulling you in closer, a grin forming on his face as you moved your knees to either side of his head. He leant up and connected his mouth to your waiting cunt. The contact made you shiver, moaning out as he pulled you down onto his face. His tongue made quick work of lapping and licking at your entrance, the bridge of his nose connecting with your pulsing clit each time he moved his face. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the headboard to steady yourself as you begin to roll yourself down, fucking yourself on his tongue. You could hear him slurping and licking, moaning at the taste and feel of you as the grip he had around your thighs tightened. He used his hands to guide your pussy over his face, making sure his nose hit all of the sensitive spots his tongue couldn’t as his mouth paid special attention to your entrance. His tongue flicked around you in the most delicious ways until you felt your legs begin to shake. You could feel yourself getting close, the flames in your stomach getting hotter and coursing through you. Panting and near on screaming, you dropped your head back “Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Please, please can I cum?” You wailed out. “Yes baby, feed me. Let that cunt go.” That was the command you needed, soaking his mouth and chin as he drank you up. He continued to lick and suck at your pussy as his hands held you still over him. You were shaking violently at the over stimulation. “Fuccccck, oh fuck fuck fuck. I can’t Daddy, fuck it’s so good.” He just laughed at you, continuing to hold you in place, knowing it was verging on painful. When he felt satisfied with the work he’d done, he loosened his grip on you and tapped your thigh gently.

“Come clean me up, baby.” Knowing exactly what was expected of you, you crawled over to him and licked over any remnants of you on his face. “Come here good girl, lay on your back. Hold your legs against your chest. Gonna make you squirt, you know I love making you squirt. I want you to cover me.” You lay on your back, interlocking your fingers behind your thighs and bringing them to your chest. He knelt next to you, one hand keeping your ankles together and his other giving slaps to your dripping, overly sensitive cunt. He spat on it before plunging two fingers into your entrance. He started slow, curling his fingers upwards each time he entered, hitting that sweet spot. He used his thumb to rub gentle circles onto your clit as he sped up his fingers that were fucking you. You were panting fast and moans started to fall out of your mouth. Your eyes were rolling back, your neck craned upwards as you used your free hand to clutch onto your tits, playing with your nipples.

“What a worthless slut, you are. Look at this pretty cunt, needs to be filled more I think.” He entered another finger, stretching you open further. “Oh fuck, fuccccck Daddy. So good.” He started to vigorously pump his fingers in and out of you and you could feel yourself getting to your breaking point. Your clit was aching with the contact from his thumb, his fingers so deep inside of you. The sides of your pussy aching as he was pounding his hand against your entrance. “I’m gonna cum daddy, please please. I need to cum.” He smiled, fucked out eyes, sweat glistening over his entire body. “Give it to me baby, squirt all over me.” Just like magic, he released his fingers and started to rub them over your entire cunt back and forth with high speed as your spray hit him, the floor, the bed and your legs. Your back arched high off the bed, the screams were so loud you are sure your neighbours would have heard, you were sweating and you felt paralysed by pleasure. He had his mouth open and tongue out, collecting any juice he could catch as it squirted out of you. “I’ll never get tired of that sight, baby.”

He gave you a couple of minutes to collect yourself, your chest aching from how hard you’d been breathing. You shuffled yourself up to the head of the bed, knowing Josh was ready to fuck. You’d already cum twice and he would want at least two more orgasms from you before he would be willing to release his own. He placed himself between your legs, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. This took you by surprise because whenever you were having level 10 sex, it was almost an unspoken rule that you didn’t kiss on the lips. You smiled sweetly, spreading yourself for him. “Ready for you, Daddy. Want your cock, please.” He ran the tip of his dick through your folds and teased at your entrance, watching your face as he did. “God you’re so wet for me again, didn’t take long did it? You desperate whore.”

The sting of pleasure pulsed around you as you felt Josh’s cock stretch and fill you up. You’d barely just recovered from your last orgasm. He held himself there for a moment so you could adjust to the feeling of him before pulling out of you fully. Thrusting back into your waiting cunt, desperate to be stretched around him again, he lent forward and bit your jaw before spitting over your face and giving a firm slap to your tits. He did this several times alternating between each boob. Each time, you cried out his name, your fingernails digging into his back as he drug you through an inferno of pleasure, pushing you towards the edge of release with each pound. You could hear the squelch of your wetness pooling at your entrance with each thrust. He could tell that you were dangling on the edge of your orgasm, your legs quaking against his body and your arousal soaking him with each thrust into your pussy, he moved a hand between the two of you, circling his thumb around your clit in slow, tight movements.

“That’s my good girl.” he coaxed, thumb still circling your most sensitive spot. As his cock pumped into you more aggressively, his moans now getting louder. “Give it to me baby, I can tell you’re right there.” He spoke with his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, before biting down, sucking a small mark into the skin there as he felt you finally release, clenching around him and crying out his name. “Fuck Josh, I’m cumming, Joshy baby… Ahh I’m cumming so hard around your fucking cock, Daddy.” Slowing down, just pounding as hard as he could every few seconds, he let you come down. “Yes baby, say my fucking name. Nobody makes that pussy feel as good as I do.” He slapped your face, hard before grabbing your throat.

He smiled down at you before making more demands. His sudden movement, or lack there of, caught you off guard. “On your knees, ass up.” He shouted, moving away from you to give you room. When you moved a little too slow for his liking, rolling onto your stomach before pushing up onto your knees, he cracked a stinging slap to the right side of your ass, it would be joining the belt bruises from earlier. “I don’t have time to be waiting for you, cum slut.” You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the mattress and your ass was as high up in the air as you could get it. You felt him grab onto your hips, he gave you no time to ready yourself before burying himself balls deep within your tight, wet pussy.

In this position he was able to fuck into you deeper, pulling you back to him with every roll of his hips. The sound of his balls slapping against your clit at a furious pace drowned out both of your moans. You know you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t help but beg him to fuck you harder and faster. All you could do was grab at the sheets on the bed, your body shaking violently as you climbed towards another orgasm. He shut you up by reaching his hands round to your face, hooking his fingers into your cheeks and pulling your mouth back, using them as reigns. His cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep within you that so few had found before. He had you climbing that ladder, helping you get closer and closer to the top each time before backing off. He was edging you and each time you would slide your way back into the agonizing pit of darkness that he drug you through with each deep thrust of his thick cock. You felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. You were overstimulated, fucked out, too sensitive, and begging for sweet release. “Please, please, Daddy. Please, please I need to cum. I can’t, I can’t. Please!” You cried out until finally, finally as Josh moved one leg up to rest onto his foot, you felt him at a new angle. This one caused your head to drop forward, white heat racing through your body as that tight coil of desire snapped and sprung loose within you. You clenched down around him, your walls fluttering and pulsing as your arousal soaked him. The noises your bodies made as they met and pulled apart became wet and sloppy.

Josh was about to give into his own release, his body leaning over yours as his mouth fell near your ear. “That’s my beautiful whore, feel your cum round my cock. You hear that? So wet.” He released his hands from inside your mouth and onto your hips again. He pushed one hand onto your lower back, forcing you flat against the bed as he leaned over fucking into you as hard and deep as he could. “Oh baby, that’s it. Take it, fuck. You take my dick so good, gonna cum in that sweet, pretty pussy.” He moaned, releasing his load into your spent cunt. You felt him paint the inside of your walls. His thrusts slowed, faltered, stilled and finally stopped. He pulled out and ordered you onto your hands knees again, so he could watch his cum drip out of you. “Mmm, let’s not have this escape. You’re mine and I need to mark you.” He entered two fingers inside of you, pushing his release back into you. You arched your back at the contact, he was furiously fingering you until you came again, and with both his and your cum on his fingers, he was satisfied.

“Come here, baby. Let’s taste together.” He pulled your mouth to his, dancing tongues and lips messily before he placed fingers between both your mouths, so you could each get a taste. You let out a joint moan at the taste of your releases. “I love you so much, baby” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too, so so much.” After a little and very gentle make out session, he stroked his fingers through your hair as you spoke about your days before deciding to clean up.

He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bubble bath he had ran. Two bottles of water waiting for you both. He carefully got in behind you. You lay back with your head against his chest as he scattered kisses over your shoulders and neck. He washed your hair for you and made sure your were clean and not too sore after your session. Taking special care of the bruises he had left, being as gentle as possible. “Thank you for making a shit day, much better. Best way to release stress is when Daddy comes out.” You giggled, looking back at him. He reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you sweetly on the lips. “You’re welcome my gorgeous girl. You’re worth it. I’d do anything for you, I’m sorry you had a shitty day, but so glad I could improve it. I love you so fucking much.” He placed more kisses over your face. “Now, let’s order some food, you can choose! We’ll cuddle up on the sofa and we’ll stick Shrek on the TV. How does that sound?” He smiled at you. Resting the side of your face against his chest, you smiled up at him. “Perfect, I’m so lucky I have you in my life. I love you, Joshy.”

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My little love

Chapter 21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, talks of hurting a child (basically the reader walks about what her mother did to her), some crying, worried Charlotte, angry Charlotte, protective Charlotte 😂 (she’s ready to fight anyone), some fluff.

A/N: some favorite parts in this chapter but not really my favorite overall. Idk I was blanking hard on some parts of it.

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Sunday morning was usually your lazy day. You and Bucky would lay in bed and just talk about anything and cuddle. He was the most relaxed on Sunday, when you would truly spend time together as a family. A piece of normalcy he had dreamed of since before the war.

This Sunday was unusual. When you finally woke up, Bucky's side of the bed was empty. Normally if that happened it was because one of the kids came in and woke either of you up. Today was different, even though it was still morning the apartment felt lively. Even with the door closed you could hear muffled conversation and giggling. You have an absentminded smile until you remember who is here and why. With a sigh you get up and get ready for the day.

With the hopes of giving you a few extra minutes of sleep Bucky started by making coffee and waited for Eddie to show up. Soon enough Henry woke up followed by Lottie and Olivia. As the kids played in the living room your family showed up. Eddie helped get coffee served up for the adults while breakfast was started. Sofia and Josh were roped in by the kids to play. It was how families should always act around each other. Bucky could only hope that it would stay like this from now on. For your sake and now the kids. He’d also invited Steve over, knowing you’d like to have your best friend there for moral support.

When you emerged from the bedroom Olivia and Lottie had Steve, Josh and Sofia playing tea party in the living room. Bucky, Eddie, Luke and Molly were in the kitchen fixing breakfast for everyone. Henry had been coloring at the table when he saw you. He stopped what he was doing and ran to hug you. You remembered the conversation you overheard between him and his grandfather so you knew he would want to stay by your side.

“Good morning my sweet boy.” You greet Henry while running your fingers through his long hair.

“Morning mama.”

“What’s going on out here?”

“Just hanging out.” He waves for you to come down to his level and then he cups his mouth with one hand. “I think they’re waiting for you mama.”

“I think so too. Let’s go see what they’re doing.”

You head out to the kitchen first and a cup of coffee is almost immediately in your hand.

“Don’t talk to her until she’s had at least half of the cup.”

“James.” You scold playfully.

“See what I mean.”

“Oh I’ve been at the end of that glare. It ain’t pretty.” Your dad adds, making Luke and Molly chuckle.

Bucky smiles and gets closer before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You knew what he was doing, he was easing you into the environment. Making you feel comfortable even with the situation at hand.

“Mowning mama!” Lottie ran to you and wrapped her arms around your leg. “Mama?” She looks up at you with her beautiful bright blue eyes.

“Yes sweet angel.”

“Josh and Luke mama’s bubbas an Sofia mama’s sissy?”

It seems like they had started explaining the family relationship to Charlotte before you woke up. She was a very curious child which you loved but something told you this was going to be an interesting conversation.

“Yes, Josh and Luke are my brothers and Sofia is my sister.” You answer before taking another sip of your coffee.

“Can habe a sissy mama?”

You choked on your coffee and immediately started coughing. Bucky is at your side in an instant patting your back and taking the cup of coffee away from you. It took you a moment to compose yourself but when you did you noticed everyone laughing. Even Steve, Josh and Sofia had moved to the kitchen to see what was going on.

“Mama is kay?”

“Yes, mama is ok sweet Angel.”

“So can habe sissy?” Lottie’s face is hopeful and while you would like to have a baby, especially with Bucky, you were not ready for that at the moment. You knelt down in order to be at her level.

“Sweet Angel, mama can’t give you a sissy right now.”

“But want sissy to pay wit. Pease mama?”

“I’m sorry sweet Angel. I promise that I’ll let you know when mama and daddy will give you a sister or brother.”

Charlotte just gave you a pout and crossed her arms over her chest. When you pulled her into a hug she didn’t hug you back. You wanted to laugh a bit, you knew it wouldn’t last long but seeing her little face all scrunched up in disapproval was too cute. She wandered away as soon as you let her go and into the arms of Steve. You rolled your eyes and turned back to grab your cup of coffee.

“You ok there?” Bucky asked cautiously.

“Yeah, are you?”

He chuckled and nodded. “If I would have known that’s what they were going to talk about I wouldn’t have left her with the twins and Steve.”

“No shit. But anyways, what are we doing here?”

“Pancakes. It’s just easier than making a bunch of smaller breakfasts. We were about to start making them. Wanna flip?” Bucky asks with a smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

Soon enough your guests move out of yours and Bucky’s way. Eddie, Luke and Molly watch in stunned silence as you manipulate multiple spatulas to flip the pancakes around while casually making conversation.

“Hello?” You wave a hand in Luke’s face and he snaps out of the trance he seemed to be in.

“You are so cool.”

“I know.”

“What were you saying?” Molly asked as she looked away from the spatulas to you.

“Are you guys planning on having any more kids?”

“We want to. After seeing Olivia and Charlotte together I know Liv would love a sibling. They’ve known each other for a day and they’re attached at the hip.”

“That’s cousins for you.” Luke adds and you meet his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, similar to your dad.

“What’s going to happen between you and mom?”

“Why don’t we have breakfast first and then we’ll talk about that.” Eddie answers as he holds out plates for the pancakes.

From the living room you can hear Lottie greeting ‘Buce’, you and Bucky exchange confused glances as he walks in.

“Good morning everyone. I’m sorry to interrupt.” He says with a shy smile.

“It’s ok, What’s up?”

“The antitoxin is ready. I think it’d be better if you took it before breakfast.”

“Antitoxin?” Your father questioned immediately.

“Yeah, it’s to counteract the toxin Y/N was injected with.”

“Bruce!” Both you and Bucky yelled at the same time making him flinch.

“You were injected with a toxin? When did this happen? How bad was it?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they didn’t know.”

“That makes two of us Banner.” Eddie huffed out.

You swallowed thickly as your dad crossed his arms, he had his classic scowl on his face. One mimicked by Luke.

“You’re on your own with this one, Sugar.” Bucky kissed your cheek and continued plating the breakfast up.

“Ok. I’ll go with Bruce and I’ll explain everything when I come back.”

“Or I’ll go with you and you explain everything.”

“Fine.” You sigh.

Bruce exits first and you follow with your dad and brother right behind you. It felt like you were being taken prisoner. The whole way down to Bruce’s lab was silent and tense. You could feel your dad staring daggers into the back of your head.

“I am so sorry, I thought they knew.” Bruce mutters as you walk into his lab.

“It’s ok, I should have told them.”

“Ok, I’m going to need to take some pictures, blood samples and your vitals before we get started.”

“So what exactly happened?” Luke asks as he and your dad sit on stools nearby.

Bruce grabs a camera and you lift up your shirt so that he can take the pictures he needs. You can hear the sharp breath both Luke and your dad take when they see the scar by your ribs. The color still contrasts extremely against your natural skin tone.

“I was on a mission about six weeks ago. And while I was fighting someone I was injected with a toxin.”

“I thought you were a medic.”

“I am, like 75% of the time. But this wasn’t just a random mission. It was a set up to try and get to me.”

“Why?” Your dad asked. His anger turning into concern.

“Because of the kids.”

“Henry and Lottie?” Luke asked, confused as to what they had to do with anything.

“Yeah and three others.” You sigh. “The kids aren’t from a previous relationship Bucky had. I know you are aware of his past with hydra.” Luke just nods. “Well they used different female agents or prisoners and used Bucky’s DNA to create the next generation of winter soldiers. There were five total. We found Lottie first almost four months ago. Then I found three, they had been murdered and then we found Henry about two and a half months ago.”

“Ok but what does that have to do with you being targeted?”

Bruce moves around you, taking the blood sample and then your vitals silently as he listens to you recount everything that’s happened in the last few months.

“I killed one of the scientists that had been Henry’s handler. That was the night before we came back from our mission and you came up to stay with Charlotte.” You told your dad and he just nodded. “The day of the mission is when we found Henry. I was the one literally carrying him out. They had already programmed him so they tried to have him kill me.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve killed someone and Henry tried to kill you? Is he dangerous?”

“Yes I’ve killed before. No he isn’t dangerous. We were in Wakanda and they helped get rid of the programming. So because I’ve helped with the kids and I’m involved with Bucky hydra tried to kill me.”

“So what happened here? I doubt it just gave you a scar.”

You look at your dad unsure of how much to tell him. What was the point of giving him all of the details if you were sitting right there? If you were ok and were about to receive the antidote.

“There was major blood loss.” Bruce said and you glared at him. He only shrugged. “She had a few minor seizures and she flatlined at least twice. This toxin was made specifically as a way to assassinate someone and no way to find a cure on time. It should have killed her immediately. The reason it didn’t was because of her suit. The compression clothing and Kevlar vest Y/N was wearing didn’t allow the capsule to expand and disintegrate which would have released the toxin quickly. It did when she got home and was undressing to get in the shower. That and the fact that she and Steve are the same blood type saved her life.”

You took a chance to look at your father and he was eerily calm. It was that calm kind of anger. Without saying a word he just got up and walked out.

“Give him a few minutes.” Luke says.

You just nod and let Bruce do what he has to do.

****

The bright lights of Bruce’s were the first things you saw. You groan as you sit up and try to shrug away the hand that was on your back trying to help you.

“Take it easy, Y/N. You fainted.” Bruce said quietly.

“How long was I out?”

“About a minute. The scar is gone though and I’m running some new bloodwork now.”

“Why are you yelling?” You whispered.

“I’m not?”

You looked at Bruce then at your brother. Everything around you looked a lot clearer and brighter. Like high resolution to the max. You could hear the little pitter patter of feet down the hall getting closer.

“Charlotte is about to walk into the lab in 3,2,1.”

Just like you said the double doors opened and Charlotte walked in with a worried expression on her face.

“Mama kay?”

“What are you doing here Lottie?” Luke picked her up so that she could see you better.

She touched her forehead . “Mama seep and habe owies.”

“She saw me fainting in a vision and I think I have the serum.”

Bruce moves to the computer and waits for the analysis to be done.

“You’re right.” Bruce whispers.

“So now you’re a super soldier?”

“You don’t have a full dose of the serum but enough of it to still make a difference. Where Steve would heal in two days from a broken bone you would heal in three or four.”

“What do I do now?”

“First, talk to dad. Then you tell Bucky and then we talk as a family. For now I’ll take this little escape artist back upstairs.” Luke says and you just nod.

“Bye mama.”

“Bye sweet Angel.”

****

You found your father outside sitting on a bench under a tree. He was still fuming and that anger had never been directed your way. You could hear him muttering to him even when you were a few feet away.

“Dad.” You called softly. His head snaps up to look at you. “Can we talk or do you need some more time?”

Eddie just patted the empty spot beside him. Neither of you said a word. You just sat side by side and watched the world go by.

“I have a plan in place.” You said after a while. He didn’t say anything so you took it as the go ahead. “If I were to die out on or because of a mission. I didn’t want you to remember me broken or bloodied. I have a video recording of what I would like you to know. How much I love you and how much everything you did meant to me. I didn’t tell you about this because I didn’t want you to worry. At least not until we found a cure.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me kid.”

You were taken aback by his response. Your father was not a person who cursed. He stood up from the bench and paced back and forth.

“You don’t get it, Y/N. All of my life, since we realized you had these abilities, all I wanted to do was protect you. I only want the best for you, you know that.” Eddie says while finally looking at you. “I support you in anything you do. When you told me you got accepted into Shield I was proud but scared. When you told me you were working with Captain America I was terrified. You called me all excited telling me you were now an avenger, I could barely sleep for days with worry. I almost had a heart attack when you told me you were dating Bucky.” You smile at the last part. “I’ve seen you through everything, the one thing I don’t want is for you to not tell me when you’re hurt. I can’t keep you safe, I know that now. But I’d rather be informed of what’s going on with you at the moment than find out after you’re gone. You’re my little girl, had me wrapped around your finger from the moment you were born, I’d be lost without ya kid.”

“Dad…” you were at a loss for words so you got up and hugged him instead.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re 15 or 50. I'm still going to worry about you.”

“I know, I get it now.” You give him a sad smile. “I don’t know if we should talk about mom. It wasn’t pretty.”

“I need to know.”

“Ok, then we’ll talk about it.”

The living room was relatively quiet. Steve and Bucky had offered to take the kids outside while you spoke but you asked Bucky to stay. Steve gave you a quick hug and kiss to the temple while he tapped on your shoulder a message.

‘You've got this.’

You smiled and watched as he took Henry, Lottie and Olivia with him. Eddie, Luke and Molly sat on the couch while Sofie and Josh took the arm chairs. It left you and Bucky on the love seat. His hand reached out for yours and his thumb moved back and forth in order to provide you some type of comfort.

“So I’m not sure where to start.”

“When did it start?” Eddie asked. You looked at him with a pained expression.

“I don’t remember. The abuse was always part of my life. It only happened when you were out of town for days.”

“What did she do?”

“When I was really little, like three or four, she would lock me up in a closet for hours. She only let me out to use the bathroom twice a day and to eat twice a day. She’d spank me if I had an accident in between those times.”

“That’s why you’re afraid of small enclosed spaces?”

You only nod.

“What else?”

“If I used my powers, even accidentally, she would take whatever I made move and throw it at me. The toaster, the phone, a pair of scissors, cutlery. If it was metal it had been thrown in my direction. Remember the tv that I supposedly broke?” You didn’t wait for an answer.” Well it was a rare occasion where she had me in the living room and there was a jump scare and of course the tv slid back from its normal position. When she saw it she grabbed it and tried to chuck it in my direction. Missed me by a couple of inches if it hadn’t been because Luke pulled me out of the way.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched and he looked over at Luke who just nodded in confirmation.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me, kitten?” The anguish was clear on his face as he thought about you going through what you told him.

“She said that if I told you that I would never see you again. That there were men from the government that would take me and would want to experiment on me. I was terrified.”

“And you, why didn’t you say anything? Or you two?”

“Mom lied to us.” Josh spoke up. “She made us believe Y/N would kill us while we slept. We slept in shifts to make sure she wouldn’t get us. It wasn’t until we got older that we started to realize that it was all a lie but by then Y/N was out of the house.”

“What else?”

No one said anything. There were sniffles coming from you and Molly. Luke, Sofia and Josh just stared at the floor. Bucky had thrown his arm over your shoulder and brought you closer to him.

“WHAT ELSE?” Eddie screamed as he got up and started pacing.

“Ed, why don’t we take a break?” Bucky got up to try and calm him down.

“No, I need to know everything.”

“I know, but you yelling isn’t helping her.” He whispered.

Ed looked over at you trying to hold it together. But he didn’t see you as an adult, he saw that little girl that begged him to not go on work trips. The little girl that clung to him whenever he got back. Your father sat down next to you and wrapped you up in a hug, letting you cry on his shoulder. After you finally calmed down you went on to explain all of the other things your mother had done. Keeping you in the cellar while your siblings had sleepovers, the beatings and degrading words she’d said to you. How you were going through so much stress that you suppressed your powers for a while. Finally you explained how it mostly ended when you were around twelve and you had lifted every single sharp metal object and pointed it in her direction. You stood up for yourself while she was slapping you across the face for something out of your control.

Toward the end it looked as if Eddie would have a heart attack. Guilt ridden and blindsided he gave you one last hug and another apology before he walked out. Josh and Sofia gave you a quick hug and an apology of their own before they followed him, promising to look out for him and to keep you updated on what would eventually happen when they got home. Bucky and Molly excused themselves to go find the kids leaving you alone with Luke.

“I should have done something.” Luke says.”I should have kept you safe.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. We were both kids and our mother manipulated and threatened us.”

“Still, I’m sorry for not protecting you. I’m sorry for everything. Especially when we got older, I should have reached out and apologized sooner, I’ll always regret that.”

“Me too, but at least we can have a new start now.” You give him a sad smile.

“I’d love that. Also I think Olivia and Charlotte wouldn’t give us an option. They were already talking about another sleepover.”

You both smile at the thought of the girls getting along so well. Even Henry was getting love and attention from Olivia.

“I’m proud of you.” Luke says next, taking you by surprise. “You could have hated the world but here you are, full of love to give. Those kids, the avengers and Bucky are lucky to have you.”

“Luke…” words failed you, especially when he sat next to you and wrapped you up in a warm embrace.

“Do you think we could start over?”

“I’d really like that.”

The door slams open and a very angry looking Charlotte walks in the door. She points her little finger at Luke.

“No make mama sad.” She stomps her feet as she walks to get in between you and him. Henry appears next to her, the same angry face as he stands in front of you and Lottie.

Bucky walks in just then with an exasperated look on his face. He raises an eyebrow when Lottie and Henry look at him but Lottie crosses her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Kids I told you that your mom was having an important talk with uncle Luke.” He looks from Luke to you. “I’ve been trying to keep her from coming up here for the last 30 minutes.”

“But make mama sad. No wike it dada.” Lottie argues back.

“Oh sweet Angel, mama isn’t sad. I’m crying because I’m happy.”

Charlotte looks at you confused.

“But mama you’re crying.” Henry speaks up.

“Sometimes people cry because they’re happy.”

“Mama not sad?” Lottie asks, her innocence is precious.

“No, mama is happy.”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head. “I should get going. We’ll talk soon.” He leans in and hugs you then gives Henry a high five and a kiss to the top of Charlotte’s head. “Keep mama safe ok? She’s very special.”

Henry and Lottie nod in agreement.

“Same goes for you.” Luke tells Bucky as they shake hands.

“With my life.”

Luke disappears down the hallway and Bucky closes the door behind him. The wall now has an indent of the door handle from where Lottie slammed the door into it. Shaking his head, Bucky sits next to you.

“How are you doing?”

You contemplated the question before sighing.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Glad I went to therapy as soon as I was able to.”

Lottie tapped your knee and put her arms up so that you would pick her up. You sat her down so that she was straddling your legs, her little hands fiddling with the necklace Bucky had given you for Mother’s Day.

“You little miss attitude,” you said to Lottie and she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Are you going to come to my rescue any time I’m sad? Are you gonna keep me safe?”

“Mama keep safe an happy,” Lottie puts both her hands on her chest as she speaks about herself. “Keep mama safe an happy.” Then she puts her hands on your chest with a shy smile on her face.

“My sweet girl.”

You kiss her forehead as she leans into your embrace. Henry moves to stand next to you and you pull him into a hug. Eventually Lottie wiggles off your lap and runs off to her room to play, taking Henry with her.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Bucky asks again.

“I will be, baby.”

Bucky opens his arms and you lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder. You enjoy the silence and the comfort of being in his arms until your phone vibrates in your pocket. Thinking it’s your siblings or even your dad you pull it out.

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks when he sees your expression of confusion.

“Yeah. Actually there’s something you have to know.”

“Ok?”

“You know that cute Bruce created for me?” Bucky just nods. “Well that was Bruce, when he gave me the shot I passed out. Turns out that while I no longer have the toxin in my system I do have the serum.”

Bucky just stares at you for a moment. “I’m sorry what?”

“The antitoxin Bruce created ended up doubling the small amount of serum I had in my system. So I’m like a super soldier now. But where you and Steve are like 100% super soldiers, I’m 75%. At least that’s what Bruce is saying.”

“So you can heal faster?”

“Yeah?” You answer with a question.

Bucky just nods but doesn’t say anything.

“Also don’t tell Steve because when I get the chance I wanna spar with him and kick his ass.” You say making him chuckle.

You stand and offer Bucky your hand, which he takes, and you pull him up easily.

“I’m gonna have to get used to that.” You mutter as you walk back to spend time with the kids.

All you can do is hope that things go back to some sort of normal.

Ch 22

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busycucumbermelon · 9 months

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The deadly phone call that lead to blood….. and love

Summary—your brother had told you a lot about someone he had met in prison you just didn’t imagine he’d be like this or that he’d even want you

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Your brother had told you countless times about his time in prison and how he wish he didn’t do what he did, you always brushed it off as him being paranoid or him just being nervous because it was his first time in prison, but now you’re starting to rethink all of that as you’re sitting in the back of a limousine with a strange Man’s arm over your shoulder, but this isn’t where the story starts. This starts the day your brother got out of prison.

You and your brother have been close your entire life. You were the only one there standing at the gates for him. The rest of your family had cut him off when they heard he had robbed a bank. They thought that it was a stupid decision, and he could’ve gone to someone in the family, but you didn’t care. Your brother was the one that had made you who you are now who is the reason why you were writing and painting and traveling around the world following your dreams

That night as you and your brother went home he told you a story a story that he said sealed his fate his he had made a deal with the Devil. It made him laying in bed awake every single night.

Waiting for Carmen to take his favor

Your brother had met Carmen in him federal prison. He seemed nice and had a particular Eifer artwork your brother often told him about you never going as far to say you were his sister, but he talk about you to him. Carmen was nice but he had a scary air about him but at the time your brother hadn’t noticed it not until the incident. he got upgraded. To a hire security prison one we’re Carmen knew many more people whoever he wasn’t friends with feared him. Your brother didn’t remember anything odd about the day that he saw Carmen in the prison with him Carmen was basically the Grim Reaper there, but he didn’t know that yet as he walked onto the compound, everyone knew he was to be feared, but your brother went up to him and hugged him, giving him a pat on the back. People would constantly ask your brother.

‘“ How in why he got to sit at Carmen’s table”

It would be an insult though if your brother didn’t eat with Carmen and no one left until they were done eating, no one even approach the table until everyone at the table was done eating except one day a big shot ready to make himself known, he walked right up to the table and spat towards your brother, and said he was dead just for something small that happened a couple days prior your brother had never told you what the incident was. a few of Carmens men stood up, ready for a fight carmen didn’t even bat an eye,he just continued with his lunch when he was finally finished Carmen slowly turned his head to your brother.

“Hey Josh, take care of it we’re trying to have a nice meal. He disrespected my family take care of it, or I will.” To you these words never haunted you, but it did for your brother, your brother could hear his thick Boston Italian accent even now what

Your brother told you that Carmen didn’t get to his state in life by being a good guy he got there by stepping over the body’s he buried and the only way your brother could earn his respect, and stay at the table was by killing the offender

was next happen next did scare you it was something you could never imagine your brother doing

Your brother had beaten a man almost 2 times his body weight, an inch to death with a pop in sock. You didn’t know what that meant, but you didn’t want to either. The man, we never came back to the compound, but his friends were quite mad at your brother, stabbing him five times and landing him in the infirmary. None of the injuries were more than an inch deep so after a week he was out of the infirmary. He didn’t even have any scars to show. Your brother, remembered the day he came back everything was silent. The men that had stabbed him weren’t at their table. Carmen turned to

your brother “you’re a standup guy I take care of standup guys.” This was the first time you’re brother ever really looked into his eyes and realize they were void of life like black holes. apparently Carmen had a few words with the people that stabbed your brother and the rest of them turned themselves in to protective custody. To your brother this means he was now in Carmen’s debt and he was simply waiting for the day Carmen decided he needed a favor

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That was two years ago and now your brother has two adorable, twin daughters they’re so cute and full of energy. every so often you come over like Tonight was one of those nights you had gotten comfortable in the spare bedroom already although it wasn’t even halfway through the day. the twins were down for a nap although, at their age naps were trying to be slowly went out of their schedule. you and your brother had gotten comfortable on the couch watching a new show the two of you had decided was worthy enough for both of you to watch. Well until the house phone started ringing, sadly you had to go get it because your brother was in the bathroom so it was up to you to be nice to whom ever was on the other side of the phone

“Hello”

On the other side of the line, you can hear someone with a deep Boston Italian accent, for some reason that rang a few bells for you, but not enough for you to hang up the phone

“ Well hello dearest . I’m so sorry I must’ve dialed the wrong number.”

“no it’s OK. It’s a common problem everyone has Good bye and have a nice rest of your day, sir”

Just as the phone call Ended your brother rounded the corner. “Oh hey, who was on the phone.”

You just told your brother that it was someone who got the wrong number which was completely true for you. but if your brother had been the one who picked up that phone, it would’ve been the worst thing that has ever happened to him that would have made him completely go insane basically be death for him

the two of you continued on with your night when it hit around 8:30 you decided that you were going to go to your room just to relax for a little while you knew you wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, but it would just be good to at least get used to it because you knew you were going to have to wake up early to help out with the twins

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You were woken up from your deep slumber by the sound of footsteps, heavy slow, methodic footsteps and if you focus, you could hear rushed ones moving close behind it but you decided that it was nothing and probably just your brother, so you try to go back to sleep well that was until you could hear the sound of someone walking down the stairs and it sounded like they were going to the kitchen until they abruptly stopped and then there was nothing well nothing until you found someone shaking you like their life depended on it

Your brother was standing above your bed shaking, and it looked like he might be crying. You didn’t exactly know what to do because you weren’t sure what the problem was. “what’s going on? What’s the problem? Are the twins OK?” all your brother could do was shake his head no before you heard a voice. that made your brothers knees shake it was a deep Boston Italian accent. The only thing that the person said was his name and then well something snapped in your brother he realize that he wasn’t going to be able to do anything besides face his biggest fear. you were slipping out of bed as your brother finally reached the kitchen, where Carmen was, he was simply standing in the middle between the dining room and the kitchen a pretty big open space with multiple men around him, guns drawn and pointed towards your brother, just in case he decided he didn’t want to help out

You didn’t want to upset anyone or actually join in so you kind of just stayed around the corner your brother continued walking. You slowly follow behind him. Well you were going to follow behind him until you saw on the baby monitor that was still on showing a picture of the twins, slightly stirring in their sleep if anything loud happened shots fired anyone screaming they would wake up and your biggest fear was that their daddy would be gone you’re frozen in fear standing there, shaking not your fear not your brothers fear, but fear for the two little children that had no part in this just at this moment everything was clicking

The story, your brother had told you countless of times the story you had always imagined being fake. No, this was the man your brother had always talked about you too but now your brother feared more than anything.

‘Carmen?”

. “I simply came here at first, wanting a favor, I know you’re experienced in stealing I wanted you to rob a museum for me. Well that was until I heard a very adorable voice over the phone.”

Your brother involuntarily went to look at the picture in the far corner of the room on a table with a lamp. It was a family picture your mom, your dad, you, your brother and your little brother. Carmen wasn’t dumb and his eyes followed your brothers.

This made Carmen a Tad bit sad. He was kind of hoping he would be stealing away his wife not just his sister, but he simply didn’t care. He wanted you either way so he was going to give your brother and ultimatum not that if he said, either thing you wouldn’t be coming with him, they were just be more violence And Carmen wasn’t going to lie he wasn’t a liar. That’s what he was looking forward to the violence in all of this.

“This is how it’s going either you can rob a museum for me and I’ll take your sister oh and I’ll kill the kids or let me take your sister and you can just forget about all of this sounds good?”

Most would think your brother was speechless, not knowing who he should go with, but it was the complete opposite your brother knew exactly what he was going to do. Either way Carmen was going to have you, and he wasn’t going to go through all the trouble and put his children in danger.”y/n”

You were only in a sheer nightgown that you had thought you were only going to be sleeping in, your hair was tied up already, your face washed and you were not at all ready to be sold for ransom but you had heard Carmen as well, and although you loved your brother more than anything, you weren’t thinking about him, you were thinking of the little kids. so you walked up next your brother, knowing exactly what was going to happen next, exactly what your future was going to be?

“Come here sweetheart” all the attractiveness that you could hear in his voice on the phone call was gone in this moment you didn’t know why maybe it was your fear or maybe it was just because the emotions you felt for him we’re gone. but all you could do now was walk towards him you stopped in front of him at arms length you didn’t know why but right now you really just wanted to feel secure and comforted and honestly a part of you really just wanted to jump into his arms. Maybe a part of him sensed that, because not even a few moments after stopping in front of him immediately pulled you into his arms.

Carmen. dried your cheek and wiped away the tears that you didn’t even know were there they must’ve happened when you realized your fate……..or maybe before, before he pulled you close to his chest, placing his chin right on top of your head then you heard the words that are going to haunt you for the rest of your life

“kill them all”

You tried to pull away from him he said he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He said he wouldn’t hurt the twins or your brother except he was much stronger and bigger than you. you’re fight was pointless, and his men had killed your brother and the twins in a matter of minutes.You couldn’t do anything besides continue to sob? Carmen was very well aware of this and it gave him the perfect excuse and reasoning to pick you up. He carried you bridal style to the car putting you in the backseat with him and pushing your head on his

shoulder. He continued to rub your arm trying to comfort you for the entire car ride back. The only thing you could think of is, how could you let this happen? How could you beat it? So stupid to think someone your brother was terrified of And just believe him that he was going to leave the twins alone and your brother alone and now your life is ruined now this was your life. Well, you didn’t know what your life was yet You didn’t know how he was going to treat you all you could do is sit and wait and hope it wouldn’t be as horrible and as my numbing as it felt right now. Just as it kind of felt like you might be starting to understand a little more that happened. You felt another hand on my cheek, pulling my face towards him

“ let me hear that pretty voice of yours your brother told me you were into art let’s talk although if you don’t want to I’m sure I’ll be able to hear your voice in due time”

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watchingovergvff · 11 months

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Whatever He Wants- Danny Wagner

Summary: You and Danny walk a fine line between just friends or more. The both of you scared to lose one another to unrequited love. Who will be the first to confess the truth, despite the consequences?

Genre: Friends to Lovers.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Cursing, Injuries, Alcohol, and Implied Sexual Relations.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333 By the way, the fic was loosely based on Phoebe Bridgers song “Graceland Too”.

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Rounding the corner, you quickly follow after the security guard. You told Jake you didn’t need an escort to your seat tonight, but like always he insisted. Regardless of Jake’s incessant need to pamper you, you can’t help but be appreciative.

To be fair, the two of you have been best friends since early childhood. Your parents and his had been good friends since high school, so it was inevitable. You grew up alongside the boys, but your parents moved you to the town over right before you started school. Instead of spending every day together, you all spent vacations and holidays together. Fortunately, you and the boys remained close throughout the years, which leads you to where you are now.

In honor of Josh’s glammed up look, you decided to basically bedazzle yourself in gems and glitter. After profusely thanking the security guard for taking you to your seat, you finally get a good look at the crowd. You sit in the seats closest to the side of the stage in order to have access to backstage. The crowd is truly alive tonight. Everyone is dressed to the nines and wearing the brightest smiles possible. This show will be extra special, you can feel it.

Finally, the show gets started and the boys are on fire. This has been the first show you’ve gotten to see since they’ve been on tour. Work has been nonstop, so you’ve had no free time lately. But, when Jake called and begged you to take some time off and come see them play you couldn’t say no, especially if it meant you got to see Danny in action.

Speaking of, Danny looks absolutely ethereal tonight. If we’re being completely honest, he always looks that good. Thankfully no one sits close enough to you to see your jaw hanging open like an idiot. The last person who needs to hear or see your ridiculous reaction is Danny.

Let’s give some backstory, shall we?

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Jake had invited you to one of his classic Sunday dinners. You had just moved into town a few weeks ago and decided it would be best if you familiarized yourself with the boy’s friends. Obviously being the overly anxious person, you are, you’ve managed to send yourself into a state of panic. There is only one reason to be as panicked as you are right now. After all this time knowing the Kiszka boys your finally meeting Danny. It’s insane how the both of you haven’t managed to cross paths with each other. Your schedules never aligned so you had no chance of meeting until now.

The pressure is on tonight. The boys had talked nonstop about Danny over the years, so the need to impress was ever present.

The sunny weather helped encourage your wardrobe for this evening, by opting to wear your best sundress. You knew Jake would insist on sitting on his back porch so comfort is necessary.

While on your way to his house, you drown out your anxiety by blasting music through your speakers. Once you arrive at Jake’s house you quickly realize your one of the last ones to show up, which only makes your anxiety worse.

After convincing yourself not to drive off in fear of everyone’s attention on you, you make your way to his door. “I’m doing this for Jake, I’m doing this for Jake,” you murmured under your breath. Softly knocking on the door, you patiently wait for someone to answer.

“Y/n you’re here!” Sam stands in the doorway, arms wide awaiting your arrival. Giving Sam a small smile, you wrap your arms around him. “Miss an opportunity to embarrass y’all in front of your friends, I wouldn’t dare,” you nervously chuckle.

Of course, Sam being Sam, he immediately senses your existential dread from a mile away. Trying his best to calm you he whispers, “We’ve got plenty of drinks in the kitchen. I’ve been drinking since 3 so I’m feeling quite limber.” You snort, “Good to know Sam, good to know.”

You quickly slip by Sam in search of his older brother. Making your way through the sea of people, you manage to reach the back porch. Jake stands in all his glory at the grill. He swears people call him the grill master, but we all know that’s not true. The minute he catches your eye, he excuses himself from his previous conversation to skip over to you. He scoops you into a big hug and immediately starts rambling. You can’t help but laugh at his excitement at seeing you, even though you saw each other literally yesterday.

“Fancy dress, you look exquisite as always,” he exclaims. Before you can respond, you hear a squawk call of your name behind you. Josh rounds the corner grinning at you. “Y/n, Y/n. I need to steal you away from Jake for a moment. There’s some people I want you to meet,” Josh says.

You do your best at making small talk with all their friends until Jake and Sam drag you away to meet the man of the hour.

Holy shit.

Suddenly your face to face with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Danny,” Sam hollers. Danny gives him a wide smile. “I’m surprised you showed. You looked ready to pass out in the studio this morning,” Jake laughs.

You stand behind Jake slightly in fear, but also in awe. Meeting new people isn’t exactly your forte, so having to attempt a conversation with this beautiful man will be near impossible. “Danny this is Y/n,” Jake says.

Danny finally makes eye contact with you and smiles. Your heart feels like its stopped. Your breath is completely taken away. Your voice comes out in a whisper.

“Hi,” you say, meanwhile your face is completely flushed.

Danny grins down at you. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says. You smile bashfully, “All good things I hope.”

Trying to act as calm, you attempt to not fidget around. Jake can see just how nervous you truly are, so he suggests that the two of you go find a drink. Quickly agreeing with him, you start to walk off. Turning around you smile brightly at Danny and promise to find him later.

You can’t help but look over your shoulder once more just to find him already smirking at you.

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“Why did I show up to this?” Danny thought as he settled himself into the nearest corner. He agreed to come to this dinner because he knew it was important to Jake, but after the long week they’ve had he wanted nothing more than to be in bed. The studio mixed with two shows in one week had drained him emotionally and physically. So instead of socializing and mingling like he usually does, he remains in his corner.

It didn’t take long for him to hear his name being called. Trying his best not to look totally over it this early on in the night, he looks to find a familiar face. He sees Sam strutting toward him, smirking at him. Silently thankful it wasn’t someone he would have to put a nice face on for.

He quickly realizes Sam isn’t alone. Jake stalks alongside him, but he’s also tugging someone with him.

Danny freezes in his spot. Who is she?

She’s so pretty.

“This is Y/n”

It takes him a minute to reply, before the words start to stumble out of his mouth. He tries to play it cool and calm, when introducing himself. He can’t help but think your fidgetiness was adorable. It definitely makes him feel better about his nervousness. He hasn’t had one coherent thought since you’ve started talking, your voice is melodic. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of it.

And that dress. That dress.

Its just a simple little sundress but it makes her look like a goddess.

After stuttering his way through a conversation, Danny smiles brightly as she excuses herself to the kitchen. Jake follows after her to help find the drinks. Sam remains at his side smirking at Danny’s dumbfounded face. “You okay dude,” Sam sarcastically asks.

“Huh? Ohh yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“Uhuh, sure. You’ll like Y/n once you get to know her. She just gets all quiet and shy around people she doesn’t know very well. She’s hilarious, super smart too. You’ll have to tell her about your work on the new album. She works in the industry, just not as a practicing musician at the moment,” Sam tells him.

“Right, right okay. Is she, ya know, seeing anyone right now?” he wonders aloud.

Sam gasps. “Daniel, is that all you can think about you weirdo?” he exclaims. “No, no not like that. She’s just so nice and I’d like the chance to get to know her, that’s all,” Danny promises.

“Sure, sure. I think you need a drink dude,” Sam chuckles. Danny silently agrees and follows after Sam to get a drink.

Throughout the evening all Danny can think about is you. He hangs on to every word that comes out of your mouth, begging for someone to ask you another question just so he can hear your voice again.

He decides to make it his mission to befriend you so he can learn more about you.

Eventually, the two of you find yourselves alone for the first time since you’ve met this evening. The awkward silence became unbearable. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

“I like your hair now,” you say quietly.

“Now?” Danny asks.

“Uh, sorry. Not just now, I just meant- well last time I saw a picture of you, your hair was a lot shorter and you didn’t have the bangs. Not that that looked bad either I just—”

Danny dies laughing.

“I’m just messing with you, sorry. Thank you though. I’ve been trying to figure out how to take care of it more lately.”

“Well whatever you’re doing is working,” you smile at him. You swear you see him blush at your words. “Thank you really. Jake was right, you aren’t so bad after all,” Danny snickers.

You scoff. “Not so bad, how sweet of you,” you grin at him. You both die laughing.

The both of you continue on just like that, becoming best friends as the minutes tick by. It’s not surprising that you both have more in common than you thought.

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A few weeks have passed since the two of you first met. Numbers were swapped, dinners ate, and messages sent. Every time the two of you had any spare free time, you spent it together. You would send him funny videos or ask random questions just to make him laugh. He facetimes you if he can’t come see you. The both of you try and eat one meal with each other a week so y’all can catch up with each other.

Danny invited you to go out to dinner with him and the boys one night. He insisted on driving you to the restaurant, claiming you don’t need to drive back home in the dark. Even though the two of you have only known each other for a month now, you feel as though you know one another like the back of your hand.

You made the internal decision to dress nice, not for him (99.99% for him). Technically this was going to be the first time all of you have gone out together since the dinner at Jake’s. Danny has also not seen you dressed nice before, so why not go all out.

Okay, yes, the both of you are just friends. If your being honest its way more than friends for you, but clearly Danny has no intentions of ever seeing you in a romantic way. Of course, its soul-crushing but you decided a month ago you would rather be his friend than lose him all together.

“Y/n, I’m here,” Danny hollered from your living room.

You jump, not expecting him to be here already. “Hi, sorry I’m almost done,” you promise him. You stumble around your room, trying to get the rest of your stuff together.

Wobbling down your hallway, you regret ever buying these damn heels in the first place. The first thing you see is Danny’s wide back, looking through your vinyl shelf. You give yourself a moment to unabashedly stare at his figure. Memorizing every minuscule detail while you have the chance.

“Y/n if you don’t hurry—” he says, turning in your direction. Clearly startled by your presence, he starts to chaste you but no words come out of his mouth.

“Wow, you look—”

“Horrible, frumpy? I went through my whole closet and this was the best I could do,” you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Wha- no Y/n. You look breathtaking. Stop worrying yourself. You look phenomenal,” he exclaims.

Obviously flustered, you whisper a quiet thank you. There is no way the makeup you put on covered just how red you are now. Danny was no better than you though, blush covered his entire face now.

“So, are you ready to go?” you question.

“Oh, yeah yeah. Right this way pretty girl,” he smirks.

If you thought his comments before made your head spin, your body just about gave out after that nickname. You smile widely at him, doing your best to walk normally out to his car.

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Danny had called and asked if he could spend the evening with you at your house. He had been in the studio all week and hadn’t had the chance to hear or see you. He claims he has been deprived of your presence, you sarcastically replied that there’s no such thing, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

So, who are you to deny him?

You haven’t been feeling your best this past week. Being sick is like your kryptonite, you’re the biggest baby. Danny hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing you sick yet, and your begging it doesn’t totally disgust him.

You hear knocking at your door, and you slowly drag yourself off the couch. Grumbling under your breath, you open the door.

“Hey sweetheart—”

You throw yourself into Danny’s arms, hanging on to his neck. “What’s wrong? You not feeling good?” he asks you in a hushed tone. He gently sways the both of you side to side and gently pats your head. You mumble into his chest. He smiles down at you, doing his best not to laugh at your sad state. “Hey honey, how about we go inside and lay on the couch?” he asks softly. Silently, you let him led the way back into your home.

Gently, he rests you on the couch. He starts off to go fix you something warm to drink, but you hold out your hands to him. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get you a drink and some more pillows, so you’re extra comfy,” he attempts to reassure you. You huff in response, but allow him to do what he wishes.

He makes quick work of gathering all the supplies and a couple of extra snacks. Setting everything down next to you, he scurries away once more.

“Danny, will you hurry up please?”

With your pitiful plea, Danny walks a bit faster for your sake. Basically, throwing himself onto the couch, he sweetly apologizes for taking too long. You don’t even register his apology. Sitting up, you drag yourself across the couch and into his lap. You practically purr once you’ve settled yourself onto him. It doesn’t take too long before you’ve fallen asleep, with his warmth and the constant drag of his fingers in your hair.

Watching you breathe softly and shift around in his lap, Danny can’t help but become even more fond of you. It’s rare to find you as relaxed as you are now, so he takes pride in being able to lull you to sleep. He feels as though it was inevitable that he fell in love with you. When he first met you at Jake’s house, he knew there was something special about you. As the months went by getting to know you, he realized there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like about you.

He loved the way your voice gets quiet when your all shy. He loves the constant voice memos or pictures you send him throughout the day. He loves everything about you, but the love he has is unrequited.

You clearly only see him as a friend. The last thing he wants to do is ruin things between the two of you or make you uncomfortable. His best bet is to keep quiet and love you from afar, even if it means seeing you with someone else.

So, if holding you close like this is as good as it gets, he’ll do it over and over again for you.

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Which brings us back to the present.

Shamelessly ogling Danny from your seat is valid, especially since he can’t see you from his seat on stage. Obviously, you enjoy more than just Danny’s stoic frame tonight. The show has been insanely good, you would even go as far as to say perfect.

It’s been around a year and a half since you and Danny first met. You’ve been inseparable ever since, so them going on tour has been a tad bit difficult. Proud is an understatement for sure, but you do miss your boys greatly. It feels stupid to say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but it may be just a little true. You thought it would be impossible to fall harder for Danny, that just couldn’t be less true.

The color red quickly pulls you out of your thoughts. Maybe your eyes are deceiving you, but you could have sworn you saw red on Danny’s palms. Watching him intently, you try to shrug it off. He seems to be just fine, actually more than fine. He’s played better than he ever has tonight, something in the air I guess. All the boys are doused in glitter and body paint so you wouldn’t be surprised if the red your seeing is such thing.

The show is nearing its end and that’s when you see it. Danny has been visibly wincing every time his hand comes down to beat on the drum. Not wasting a second, you quickly stumble out of your seat and toward backstage. In the chance that Danny is truly injured, you want to be there to help just in case.

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It has been such a good show, electrifying even, but he’s exhausted. His hands have been begging for rest since the encore started. Danny can’t help but feel guilty that he can’t wait to get off stage, especially since the crowd has been so amazing tonight. He sighs in relief as he closes out the final song for the night. After he manages to make his way from behind his drums, he tosses his drumsticks out into the awaiting crowd. As he makes his way off stage for the night, he takes a glance at the section your supposed to be in, only to find it empty of you. Confused, he picks up the pace in search of you.

Danny finds you in the hallway, concern written all over your face, while you talk to Jake. Finally, he makes eye contact with you, giving you a wide smile. You look amazing as always. He notices that you glued little gemstones around your eyes just like his and he can’t help but swoon. Quickly realizing you weren’t in the mood for niceties, he attempts to move toward you. He watches you whip around Jake, coming right for him. Now, it’s his turn to be concerned, but you don’t give him the chance to even ask about it. Staring down at her in shock, he doesn’t even have time to think before she grips his wrist and drags him into his dressing room.

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Once you’ve made it backstage you anxiously await the boys’ arrival. Of course, Jake is the first one that you see once they start making their way back stage. He makes his way to you immediately, pulling you into a tight hug. It’s clear that the adrenaline from tonight’s show won’t be stopping any time soon. He feels how tense you are and pulls back to look at your face. Concern has washed right over your face, now his too.

“What’s the matter? Did something happen in the crowd,” Jake asks softly.

“I think somethings wrong with Danny. I noticed when y’all came back out for the encore. I thought it was body paint or glitter at first, but towards the end of the show he kept wincing and flinching as he played. I think he’s injured his hands at some point and just kept playing through it,” you exclaim worriedly.

You’ve been on edge since you started explaining, so you glance over Jake’s shoulder every chance you get. Finally, you see Danny make his way backstage. Your heart flutters at the sight of his bright smile directed to you. It doesn’t take five seconds to switch from heart-warming right back to concerned. No thinking twice about it, you make your way around Jake and towards Danny in a rush. You grab his wrist firmly, but gently and tug him into his dressing room.

Shutting the door behind you, you force Danny back into the door. You grab his hands and turn his palms upward, scanning for any injuries. Only to find they are in an even worse state than you could have imagined. Your fight or flight kicks in and you start storming around the room in search of a first aid kit.

Meanwhile, Danny is silently shocked and taken aback by your reaction to what he thinks is a few scratches.

“Y/n it’s not that big of a deal, stop worrying yourself. I’m fine,” he pleads with you.

You scoff. “Fine? Danny it is not fine, that is way worse than I thought.” You ramble on, while digging around for the kit still.

“Stop being ridiculous, it only looks that bad because its bleeding a bit,” he snarks in response.

Finally, you find the first aid kit. “Sit down and shut up Daniel,” you raise your voice. Danny sits without even thinking twice about it, but continues to argue with you. He’s never heard you yell before, much less yell at him.

Once you’ve gotten all the supplies laid out, you march toward Danny. He huffs at your dramatic reaction, but still holds out his hands to you. “I know your upset Y/n, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that,” he snaps. You completely ignore him and get to work on cleaning his wounds. “This is going to hurt for a second,” you whisper. He hisses in response, gripping at your wrist. You try your best not to look up at him, not wanting to forget why your mad at him in the first place.

Why are you mad at him again?

After bandaging him up, in tense silence, you remain seated on the ground. You dare to speak, “You have to start taking care of yourself better. This could have gotten worse, if I hadn’t treated it for you.”

“Y/n your being absolutely ridiculous. I’m fine. What is your problem tonight, you never act like this,” he questions, finally over your odd behavior.

“My problem, my problem? Danny are you kidding me. You know I’m not always going to be here to take care of you like I did tonight. Who’s going to look after you, while your perusing around the country on tour? You clearly don’t give a shit about what happens to you,” you yell. Danny looks at you like you’ve grown six heads.

“Where did all this come from—”

“It came from having to spend all this time apart and try not to worry about you every second of the day. I try every single day not to be crazy and obnoxious with my anxiety. I work and work to get you out of the fore-front of my mind, but it never works. I can’t stop thinking about you and the distance is just making it worse,” you exclaim.

‘Y/n—”

“No, no let me speak. I feel this deep and guttural pain when I think about having to live my life without you. I don’t know how to live my life without you anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you, but when I’m away I long to be near you. So, yes, I may be insane for the way I acted tonight, but if you could see what happens inside this head of mine you’d understand,” you say.

Danny reaches down to hold your face in his hands, gently. “Will you let me speak for five seconds, please,” he pleads with you.

Eyes wide, looking up at him, you nod.

“You really are crazy if you think I don’t do the same thing with you. I worry about you constantly, and miss you like crazy. Every night I get on that stage, I can’t help but look for you in the crowd,” he says.

“No, Danny I don’t think you understand—”

“Y/n I love you, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the first night we met. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed it yet. I basically fall at your feet any chance I get. I know you don’t see me like that, and I’m only a friend to you. You deserve to know, even if it makes things weird between us,” Danny speaks.

Danny attempts to keep speaking, but he stops when he hears muffled chuckles. “Are you-are you laughing right now?”

Trying to stop the awkward laughter, you put a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trying to,” you fail to contain your laughter.

Danny throws his hands up in frustration. He gets up, trying to move past you and out the door. You act quickly and jumping front of him, placing your hands on his chest. “Move Y/n, I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight. I don’t need your pity too,” he says agitated.

“Danny are you fucking kidding me right now? You still don’t think I feel the same for you, after all I said. Have I not been obvious enough for you? I’m in love with you. Of fucking course I’m in love with you, have you met yourself. Your kind and thoughtful, and just you. I—”

Before you can even finish what your saying, Danny pulls you into a kiss. Shocked by his actions, it takes you a moment to catch up. He holds the back of your head gently, pulling you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

Eventually you pull away and rest your forehead against his, breathing in deeply. Smiling widely, you both chuckle at how ridiculous the two of you have been tonight.

A knock rings through the room, perfect timing. “Guys, we kind of need to head out soon. So, whenever you to finish up, it would be great if y’all could meet us outside,” Jake speaks from the other side of the door.

Embarrassed you shove yourself further into Danny, trying to hide the blush forming on your face. He chuckles, rubbing your back. “Yeah whatever Jake, we’ll be out there in a minute.”

Listening intently to make sure Jake has truly left the both of you alone. “How about you ride back home with me? I’ll make us dinner, maybe even a glass of wine or two,” he suggests.

You stare up at him, smiling. “I would like that very much. Maybe we could even spring for dessert, if that’s okay with you?” you slyly question.

He hugs you tight, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

You giggle into his chest.

“That’s the plan.”

Leaning up to kiss him once more. The both of you smile into one another. You both have plenty of lost time to catch up on.

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!!

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kissingkiszka · 4 months

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Loved You Since Forever - Sam Kiszka x Reader

High school AU

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: A slumber party with your long time best friends, the Kiszka brothers.

CW: fluff, childhood crushes, talks of bullying, lots of acapella singing, pining, baking, mentions of fire, idk, I think that’s it?

This oneshot was very much inspired by the picture of him above!

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The Kiszka's invited you over to their house for a sleepover. You had been best friends with the three brothers since elementary school, especially close with the youngest, Sam. They also invited one of their other relatively newer friends, Danny Wagner.

You arrived to their house, your overnight bag in hand.

The eldest brother, Josh, greeted you at the door with a hug.

"Get over here you guys! Y/N is here!" He shouted, waving his brothers over.

"Y/N!" Sam waved you inside and Jake took your bag from you. They walked you into the living room, Jake placing your bag next to the couch.

"I'm so glad you could make it, it's been so long since we had a sleepover." Sam patted your shoulder.

"Sam...I slept over here last weekend." You laughed into his arm.

A few moments after you had gotten settled and Danny arrived, you changed into your pajamas. You had brought light pink silk shorts and matching tank top.

You all gathered around the couch, just catching each other up on all you've missed within the few days you hadn't seen each other in. You noticed you kept catching glances with Sam. He particularly liked the pajamas you had changed into as his eyes kept gravitating towards them.

"Alright, who wants to set up the sleeping arrangements for tonight?" Josh clapped his hands together, standing up. "Danny can take the couch." He suggested, knowing that none of them knew him as well yet, and they all wanted him to be as comfortable as possible as a new guest.

"Mom said we can order a pizza so...I'll call?" Jake asked, picking up his phone from the side table.

"Pizza sounds great!" Danny chimed in.

You followed Sam over to the basket full of blankets.

Sam began to pile out the blankets one by one, making sure to take enough for everyone. "Are there enough blankets to go around?"

"Don't worry about me. I brought my own." Danny told him, pulling a blanket out of his duffel bag.

"I don't mind sharing one with you, Sam." You spoke up, and not realizing what you had said until you saw Sam's cheeks turn pink.

Jake and Josh both shot him a discreet smile, holding in their giggles.

Josh sprawled out on the chaise lounge next to the couch and Jake left the room to order the pizza.

Sam rolled out a blanket across the carpet, crawling onto it. You crouched down next to him and set your pillow next to his.

"Y/N, braid my hair?" He asked, turning his back to you and shimmying his long brown hair out for you to style.

You took the three strands in your fingers and began to braid it. The way his soft and silky hair felt in between his fingers felt like heaven. You were honestly jealous of his shiny luscious locks.

Jake comes sauntering back into the room, plopping himself down on the rocking chair in the corner. "Pizza will be here in 20."

"Shall we put on a movie?" Josh drummed against his thigh before jumping up and running over to their DVD shelf. He scanned his finger over the various titles before coming across the perfect one. "Aha! Pitch Perfect!"

"Josh-" Jake tried to protest but trailed off, knowing his argument was basically useless. Josh would always have the first say and was putting the movie in before anyone else could interject.

Everyone got settled in their assigned sleeping arrangements. That was until the movie somehow eventually turned into a sing along, causing everyone to get up and attempting to recreate the performances in the living room.

It was of course mainly Josh who was carrying the performances.

Jake made sure to tell everyone that his singing along to Pitch Perfect that took place in the living room, had to stay in the living room.

"Josh, I think you could be one of the Treblemakers!" You nudged him as he began to sing the riff-off.

"You really think so?" He asked, clapping his hands along to the music.

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Everyone sat around the floor in a circle, gossiping and joking around with each other. The night was going great and you didn't want it to end.

"Let's tell scary stories!" You suggested, hugging your pillow closer to your chest.

"Alright, alright. I got one." Sam put his arm out to gather everyone's attention. "One time there was a guy named Sam Kiszka-"

"Spooky." Jake interrupted.

"Dude, shut up." Sam whacked him with his pillow as you all erupted into laughter. "And he lived with a monster. His asshole brother named Jake Kiszka."

Everyone began cracking up and you noted that Sam had looked to you, probably to make sure that you had laughed at his tale.

"Sounds scary." Josh chimed in as he took a bite of his pizza.

"You got me." Jake said through a chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

"Let's do kiss, marry, kill!" Danny broke the laughter with a new suggestion.

"Hit me." Sam spoke up.

"Hmm..." Danny tapped his finger against his chin in deep thought. "Well, there's Y/N, Mia from math class...and uh...." He pauses and shrugs. "And Audrey?"

Sam takes out the Braid you had done for him, you knew he would always play with his hair when he was nervous. He runs a hand through his hair, his face reddening. "Let's see. I'd marry Y/N, obviously." He looks right into your eyes, a certain sparkle in his. "Kiss Mia, she's nice and gave me answers that one time. And kill Audrey. She was rude to Y/N in middle school. Plus, I'm not into the whole 'prom queen' type." He finishes confidently, receiving nods from the group.

You blush as your lips creep up into an uncontrollable smile. "Thanks, Sam." You comfortingly rubbed his knee. His eyes kept looking into yours and something transpired in that moment.

"Y/N's turn!" Danny pulls you out of the daydream as he turns to you.

You took a deep breath and readied yourself.

"Jake, Josh, Sam." He lists off.

"For starters I'd marry Sam." You looked into his eyes once more as a giggle escaped your lips. He was glad to see you reciprocate the gesture. "Kiss...Jake and...Kill Josh. Sorry Josh."

"No worries, I don't swing that way anyways." He jokes.

"Ooh! Let's play spin the bottle!" Danny suggests, which quickly gets shot down.

"Dude, no fucking way. Like, half of us are brothers." Jake reminds him.

"Oh." Danny quickly shakes off his suggestion, laughing when he realizes.

After a few more rounds of kiss, marry, kill everyone had grown quite tired but nobody wanted to go to bed just yet. It was becoming that part of the night where anything anyone said was hysterically funny when Jake suggested you all try your hand at making cookies.

Josh popped open a tube of cookie dough. "If we burn the house down moms gonna kill us!"

"We're not gonna burn the house down. Give it-" Jake pulled the dough out of Josh's hands which received an uproar of cackles from everyone else. "The peanut gallery over 'ere thinks the house is gonna burn down, do you hear him?" He looks to you, Sam, and Danny while pointing to his twin brother.

Sam swipes some cookie dough on his pointer finger, and approaches you. He pretends to boop your nose and then ultimately lets you lick the dough off his finger. It was a quick and goofy moment in passing, but you knew this would be a moment you would keep coming back to.

Everyone was almost on the floor in a fit of laughter by the time the sheet of cookies were finally put into the oven.

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Everyone had retreated back into the living room, all getting settled back into their appointed spots for the night. Sam had put on another movie, but this time it was used mostly as background noise.

Within the next five minutes, the sounds of Josh's snores began to fill the air.

Jake groaned out of frustration. "Dude, wake up!" He waved a hand in front of his face, in hopes he would somehow wake up.

"It doesn't work that way, Jackass." Sam told him, standing up and marching over to the chaise lounge where Josh laid in.

He pushed his brother out of the way and began to shove Josh.

"Wake the fuck up Josh." Jake joined in on shoving his twin.

Josh snapped awake with a gasp. He looked around the room when he realized he had fallen asleep. "Fuck you guys." He mumbled before trailing off again.

"I think he's out." Danny told them, trying to keep the peace. "Leave him be. We can fend for ourselves without him."

Jake groaned and plopped himself down onto the chair.

The cookies ended up being burnt, you were only able to salvage bits and pieces.

"And Josh said we'd burn the house down. Yeah right." Jake chuckled. "And he's the one who's asleep. Hell, if it were up to him the house would be charred by now." He laughed, making everyone else join in.

Shortly after everyone had some of whatever pieces of cookie that weren't burnt, you all laid down for the night.

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You were awoken in the middle of the night by Josh's snores once more. Sam's leg was tangled in yours. You adjusted your position to get more comfortable in an attempt to fall back asleep, but your stirring just causes Sam to wake up.

"Y/N? You awake?" He says in a light whisper.

"No." You whispered back.

"Really? Then who am I talking to?" He asks, jokingly.

"Not Y/N." You respond, looking over at him. The reflection of the moon in the window illuminating his face. He looked so gorgeous with the way his eyes glistening at you, the way his hair was sprawled out against his pillow. He looked like a perfect painting.

He sighs for a moment, a comfortable silence coming over the two of you. The only noise that can be heard being Josh's snores.

"Hey, if his snores are too distracting...what do you say we escape to my room?"

You nodded.

He didn't even need to hear you say the word before he was helping you up and padding up the stairs into his bedroom.

He plopped himself down on the bed, patting a spot across from him for you.

"Mom says we're not allowed to be in here alone, but I think this should be an exception." He smiles. "Anything to get away from Josh and his loud snores."

"Yeah, I think you're mom would rather have well rested kids than cranky, sleepy ones." You agreed with a nod.

His fingers danced over the back of your hand and he looked at you with stars in his eyes. Even thought you couldn't see the moon shining down into him anymore, his eyes still shined like it.

"Sam..." you finally spoke with a bold amount of courage. "Did you really mean that? You would marry me? I know your options were limited in that round but, I just can't stop thinking that-"

"Yes. I would marry you every single time." He says, flipping your hand over so he can intertwine his fingers with yours. "My options don't have to be limited, because the only option I want is you. I meant it all."

"Oh, I'm so happy Sammy." You gleamed, bringing him into an embrace.

"Me too." He hugged you back, even going as far to kiss your forehead. "Can I tell you something?"

"Shoot."

"I was actually ecstatic when you offered to share a blanket with me." He beams. "I know it's silly but, it made me feel all warm inside, like butterflies and shit. I can't believe I'm saying this but...I like you, and I have since the day we met. It's cliché and all but, it's true."

"It's not silly, Sam. I don't know what came over me when I offered, but I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad you did too." He looks down in his lap then back up to you. "I remember the day at lunch in middle school, when Audrey..." he trails off, not wanting to bring back that a bad memory of yours and ruin the moment. "Yeah, well, I remember being so infuriated. I remember thinking 'this girl is one of a kind and this bitch is just going to say this terrible stuff about her?' and I was ready to fight for you. I think that was the day I realized I loved you. And that was only when I realized it. I've loved you since forever."

"I've loved you since forever, too."

You get settled into his bed, him kissing your cheek before you both drift off to sleep once more. This time wrapped around each other and completely encompassed in each others warmth and love.

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fruitylo0pz · 1 year

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A New Start pt. 2 (NSFW)

(pt.1 here if you haven't read it)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, sub!Larissa, choking, fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, strap-on, degradation kink, some light fluff

A/N: First of all; THANK YOU!! I never thought anyone would actually read or like this, so it was really overwhelming to receive positive feedback. I had been thinking about writing something with multiple parts and I really liked this when I started writing it. This one is longer than the other one because I wanted to implement some story and not just smut. Sorry about that! I do however hope it's a continuation people will like as much as the first one. I might start planning part 3 tonight if this is something you'd want more of. I have proofread it, but again I apologise for any mistakes.

Word count: 4.7k

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You and Larissa’s arrangement had been going on for a few months, and you managed to keep it hidden from everyone. She would come over a few times a week, or you would pay her a visit at the school when she worked long days. Naturally, after meeting you, she worked more long days than before but they had been far more pleasant than they used to be. You both sorely wanted more, but you knew that wouldn’t happen for now, if ever. Your life was pretty much the same aside from the affair you had going on with Larissa, and you had been working on a huge project at work when your boss came to give you an invitation.

“Y/N! Take a break every now and then, will you? You’re basically running on coffee at this point. In fact, I’m here to share something with you so you can take a break right now!” Your boss was laid back and always down to earth, and you had a great relationship with her. She sat down and you reluctantly took a break from your project.

“Sure, what is it? And I do take breaks! I just get really caught up and lose track of time.” You leaned back and actually found yourself grateful for the break after having worked on the project that turned out to be a lot heavier than you thought it would be.

“Tomorrow, one of the powerful and important businessmen in town is hosting a dinner and party for some of the companies in town and we’ve been invited. I know you don’t really like these things, but hey. It’s free food and booze and I think you’d actually really like it. He’s a bit of a prick, but it’s good for the company to keep in touch with important people in the town and it gives us some good exposure. Please come? Josh is out of town, but me, Kelly and Jess are going and we would all love for you to come. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet some pretty lady?” She laughed, and you could tell that she really wanted you to come.

She was right, you didn’t really do much other than hang out with Larissa any time you could, work, run or go to the gym. Although, you weren’t really interested in meeting some pretty lady, you already had that even though she wasn’t yours. “Fine, I’ll come! But only because you’re all going and you said there’s free food and booze. Can’t say no to that.” You chuckled and she squealed at your response. She had probably prepared some long speech because she thought you needed some deeper and more aggressive persuasion, so she was probably just as relieved.

“Awesome!! Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun. It really isn’t as bad as you probably think it is, I promise. Now, I’ll let you get back to your work before you push me away.” She almost skipped on her way back to her office and you went back to work.

The next workday went by a lot easier as the heaviest parts of the projects were done and you were beginning to wrap it up. You hadn’t heard from Larissa for a few days and you were getting worried, although this wasn’t really a unique occurrence. You knew what you had gotten yourself into, and you never nagged her. It was all on her terms, but she would send you the frequent picture posing with new lingerie or a nice selfie while taking a break. You appreciated these small, delicious gestures. She never had the confidence to do these things before you came along so it was truly special to you. You had picked out your outfit the second you got home after hearing about the dinner because you knew you’d never have the time after work, and it also made you feel like you were closer to a commitment. You were actually looking forward to this and getting your mind on something else, if only for a night.

The girls were waiting outside for you, and your boss once again squealed when she saw you. She was the complete opposite from you, but you got along surprisingly well. “I actually had my doubts and I thought you wouldn’t show. I didn’t go as far as to take bets, but I have to admit the thought crossed me. You look smashing, by the way! Let’s go inside and get ourselves a good table and a drink.” She ushered you all inside and you ordered a drink at the bar before finding a table.

Suddenly, your eyes caught her at one of the tables. She was sitting next to an older man and she looked just as shocked as you probably did when your eyes met. Your boss must have seen you staring in that direction when she gave you a friendly push. “Hey, that’s the wife of the guy who’s hosting this thing so please keep your eyes to yourself. I know she’s probably right up your alley, but that’s a no go.” She laughed and you were left stunned, and let out a nervous chuckle.

Her husband got up and held a speech filled with cliches about how a strong community with solid companies is important for a town but you couldn’t really focus on it. Your eyes were glued to her the entire time, and you could really see how unhappy she was when she was next to him. She gave him a fake smile whenever he looked at her, but that was about it. After some time, you excused yourself and you managed to catch her eye long enough to give a nod towards the exit. Hopefully she understood that you wanted to see her.

You went outside to the hallway when you saw her approaching you, and she took you to a storage room. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming here. I’m so sorry you haven’t heard from me, but the time leading up to these things are always busy because naturally I have to take care of everything.” She shook her head but you gently stroked her cheek to assure her that you weren’t upset.

“Hey, Larissa. I know this is how things have to be, and I knew that from the beginning. You look stunning, by the way.” You gave her a smile filled with admiration and she leaned down to kiss you. You had missed her soft lips so much, and she had been longing for yours just as much.

“I was going to text you after this to see if you wanted company. He never comes home until early in the morning, or he passes out because he’s too drunk. He wouldn’t notice me leaving. And I have missed your touch so much.” The look in her eyes became darker and her eyelids fluttered. She wanted you, and seeing you had only reminded her how much she had missed you.

“And I have missed my beautiful princess so much. I would love company, but since we’re already here… How about you spread your legs for me?” Your hands wandered to her back and down to her ass and she whimpered.

She looked at you with a slightly shocked look on her face. “H-here? Now? I… There are people walking past this room all the time.” Your hand gently started lifting up her dress, and her legs started spreading automatically.

“I know. And I love it. Do you know how much it would turn me on to know that he might walk by while I’m eating out his wife while my fingers are buried deep in her cunt, completely unaware of what’s happening in this room?” Your fingers continued pulling up her dress, and she helped you. She moved to an empty table where she sat down. She pulled the dress all the way up and spread her legs.

“Oh, you are such a desperate whore, Larissa. My desperate whore. Such a good girl.” She let out a groan when you praised her. She loved the name calling, and whenever you called her a good girl it automatically made her hiss.

You got down on your knees before her and pulled down her panties, knowing you wouldn’t have time for the foreplay you usually loved so much. Teasing her was just as fun as fucking her, because it made her so weak. You lifted up her legs and let them rest on your shoulders before you let two fingers slide down her slit. She was already soaking wet and you chuckled to yourself before you devoured her and she gasped. You felt her pulling you closer and you looked up at her while shaking your head. She knew better, and she removed her hands. Your tongue picked up the pace while two fingers slipped inside of her. She was struggling to keep quiet and you loved it. You started fucking her harder as her walls clenched around your fingers and her breath became more erratic.

“Please… Y/N… I’m going to… O-oh…” She couldn’t even finish before she came as you curled your fingers so they reached her magic spot. She arched her back and her thighs tensed up. She was a mess for you and you smiled to yourself before getting up and wiping off your chin.

“Oh, I have missed the taste of you. You’re intoxicating.” You leaned forward to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around your neck. You helped her fix her dress, hair and makeup and made sure the coast was clear before you left. You went to the bathroom while she went back to her table so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious.

You frankly had no idea how long you had been away, but enough to make your colleagues give you collectively confused looks on their faces. “I just needed some fresh air. Big crowds make me nervous.” You chuckled awkwardly and went to get another drink. Time passed and you were actually enjoying your evening, and not just because of Larissa and your little trip to the storage room. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Larissa: You look good from behind. Almost as good as you look between my legs. ;)

You smiled to yourself. She was getting bolder with you and you loved it.

You: Are you checking me out? No one looks as good as you when you’re a moaning mess underneath me.

You turned around and saw that she was sitting alone and she smiled at her phone.

Larissa: The idea of almost getting caught was so thrilling. I want to do something like that again. I’m so wet again, and I need a release. I’m going back to the storage room now. Follow me, please.

You were stunned by her hunger, but you loved that she was so desperate for you. Especially since you were probably at least twice as desperate for the tall goddess. You looked at her with a nod as she disappeared again. You went to your table with your drink before lying about a phone call you allegedly had to take.

You entered the room, and saw Larissa on the table. She had hitched her dress up and she was sitting there with her legs spread and she was rubbing her clit with her gorgeous fingers and moaning quietly. “Please watch me, Y/N. Please let me show you what a dirty whore you make me. How wet just the thought of you makes me.” You looked at her with a grin and nodded while you leaned on a shelf and watched her intently.

She gasped and whimpered while her fingers slowly circled her clit. “Now you know how I look when I touch myself to the thought of you. Sometimes when I’m in my office, I take breaks so I can fuck myself because I catch myself daydreaming about you and the things you do to me. I love being your dirty little fuck toy. I love it when you fuck me for hours and I feel so used by you.” She let her fingers slip inside before taking them to her mouth and sucking them clean. The sight of her being so liberated, so uninhibited was wonderfully surprising and a huge turn on. It also pleased you that she felt comfortable and confident enough to take control a bit, although she would probably always be submissive to you.

“Fuck yourself. I want to watch you when you make yourself cum.” She nodded and slid her fingers back inside, adding a third finger. She maintained eye contact which was even hotter. She loved having you watch her while she was fucking herself and she was once again struggling to keep quiet. She picked up the pace and you knew she was close judging by her breath as she started whimpering. She was fucking herself deep and fast, both because she knew she couldn’t take the sweet time she so sorely wanted to but also because she was too hungry for another orgasm to keep going.

“Oh, Y/N. I-I’m gonna cum.” It only took seconds before she tensed up and gasped into yet an intense orgasm and threw her head back. You walked up to her and took her fingers to your lips and licked them clean. “I love that you’re such a dirty girl, Larissa.” You kissed her and once again helped her with her appearance so it wasn’t too obvious what had just happened in that storage room.

She left first and you waited until you figured the coast was clear. You went over to your table, and your colleagues were luckily too drunk to make any snarky remarks about you disappearing once again. You glanced over at Larissa and she smirked when she noticed you. Most of the guests had already left, so you figured it wouldn’t look too weird if you went home. Quite frankly, you just wanted to get home and take care of Larissa for the rest of the night. You decided to text her to let her know you were leaving so she had time to wrap things up.

You: I’m going home now. Join me soon, please?

Larissa: I’ll try and come over soon, darling. People are leaving and he’s deep into one of his poker games so I think I’ll make it within 30 minutes.

You said your goodbyes to your colleagues, complaining about a headache and some cliche about how you’re exhausted. This wasn’t fully a lie, so you didn’t really feel bad about leaving. You felt slightly bad about not spending too much time with your colleagues, but they had fun regardless and aside from the confused looks on their faces they probably wouldn’t even remember it the next workday. After some time, you heard a knock on the door and smiled to yourself.

To your shock, it was your boss and Jess, your colleague. “This little missy has had too much to drink and you’re the only one who lives relatively close by. I’m so sorry, but can we just stay until the Uber is here? I’m going to make sure she gets home, but the party ended and the wife of the host seemed like she was in a rush to get everyone to leave. Not that I blame her, since her husband didn’t even look at her the entire evening. Anyway, could you please get her a glass of water while we wait?” You nodded and smiled to yourself, knowing why Larissa was so desperate for everyone to leave. You were however hoping she wouldn’t arrive before they had left.

“Y/N, I just love you soooooo much.” Jess threw her arms out while declaring her love for you and you had to laugh. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door again and you froze.

“Damn, are you hosting an after party or something or do you always have guests over at all times, Y/N?” Your boss laughed and you froze. It had to be her, but you couldn’t just leave her out there. It was freezing cold and you hesitantly opened the door while thinking of a good excuse.

“Ohhh, it’s… You. Hello?” You realised how terribly awkward it sounded, but this was truly a scenario you had never thought you would encounter and you had no idea how to work through it.

“Hello, Y/N. I am just here to talk to you about the volunteer work you said you wanted to do with Nevermore’s website? I know it is an extremely awkward time to visit you, but I was just so terribly intrigued by your mind when you told me about the ideas you had when I met you outside.” Oh, she was good. This was undoubtedly an excuse that sounded believable and you could feel the nervous tug in your chest let go.

Larissa moved so her back was facing the living room where your boss and Jess were sitting on the sofa and she opened her coat enough for you to see that she was fully naked underneath it. She bit her lip and gave you an innocent look. You coughed to hide your gasp and tried to collect your thoughts. “Y-yes, that’s right! I almost forgot about that. I’m sorry, these are my colleagues, they’re just stopping by because Jess here is a bit… Indisposed at the moment and they’re waiting for their ride.” You pointed to your boss and Jess on the sofa and let out an awkward chuckle.

“Oh, hello! It’s nice to meet you! My name is Larissa Weems. I’m the headmistress at Nevermore Academy. I met Y/N here while we were outside getting some fresh air, and she told me what she does for a living. One thing led to another and she offered her skilled mind and hands.” She smiled and walked over to shake their hand to greet them properly.

“Oh, hi! Yes, she’s pretty awesome and great at what she does, so you’ll be lucky to have her! I’m sorry about Jess here, she seems to have fallen asleep. Otherwise I know she would have greeted you.” Your boss laughed and gently tried to wake up Jess who was long gone. Eventually Jess woke up with a twitch, just in time for the Uber to arrive.

“Are you okay, or do you need help with her?” You gave your boss a concerned look, but she just laughed and told you that this wasn’t their first rodeo. Jess rarely went out and she was a lightweight so it wasn’t uncommon for her evenings to end this way. You helped your boss and sent them off, before eagerly heading back inside to Larissa.

“Do you think that was appropriate? Hm? To tease me like that when I have people over?” You gave her a stern look and she looked down. She knew she had been too bold.

“Forgive me, miss. I should know my place and I should have known better.” Her voice was shaky, and she knew she was in trouble.

“Take off your coat and go upstairs to the bedroom. Now.” She nodded and you followed her up the stairs.

“You are going to apologise, and you are going to explain what you did wrong. I want to make sure you know exactly what your mistake was.” You sat down, and she stood before you still looking down.

“I am so sorry, miss. I was a disobedient whore, and I am not allowed to tease you unless I know I have the permission to do so. I was bold and reckless, and now I must take the punishment you are going to give me now.” You got up and she knew what was coming. She got on all fours on the bed with her ass up in the air. She had learned what her punishment was whenever she disobeyed you or did something without permission.

“You know the drill. You will count. 20.” You positioned yourself on the side of the bed and rubbed her ass before the first spank hit her. You loved the sound of your hand hitting her skin and how she whimpered but counted each and every slap.

“T-twenty. Thank you, miss.” She whimpered quietly after your last spank and you gently kissed her red and sensitive skin.

“Good girl. Now, I can see how hungry you are for me. It’s running down your thighs. You love it when I’m rough with you, don’t you? Tell me what you want.” You turned her over so she was on her back and she immediately spread her legs for you and you smiled.

“I want you to fuck me, miss. Please fuck me. I’ll be good, I swear. Please just use me.” She sounded so whiny, and you loved how pent up she was. This time, you had a surprise for her and you went over to the drawer to grab the new strap-on you had bought. Her eyes widened with excitement, and you could tell how much she wanted it.

“Stand up. What do you think, my pretty slut? You want my strap?” You attached the harness and adjusted it before moving slowly towards the bed.

“Y-yes, miss. Please. Please let me have it. Pretty please, I’m so desperate for you.” She sat up and her pupils were blown with desire for you. She really was desperate for you, and she didn’t even try to hide it.

You sat on the bed and leaned back. “Get on your knees and show me how much you want it.” You pointed to the floor and she immediately knew what to do. She got down on her knees and took the strap in her mouth. She whimpered and looked up at you while sucking it, and the sight drove you crazy.

After some time you pulled out and she looked up at you again with a begging look in her eyes. “Oh, my sweet whore. I’m going to destroy you.” You stroked her cheek before grabbing her throat and pulling her up on the bed. She loved it when you choked her, and you could see a new wave of arousal pour down from her already soaked cunt when she laid on the bed.

You spread her legs and kneeled between them, teasing her with the tip. She whimpered as you rubbed her clit with it, and you knew just how much she wanted it but you wanted to hear her say it. “Please, miss. Please fuck me. I’m so wet for you, miss.” Her hips started rolling discreetly and you let the strap slide in slowly and a deep groan escaped her. You started off painfully slow, both to tease and torture her but also to let her adjust. She gasped with each and every thrust, and you grabbed her thighs and went deeper.

She quivered when you bottomed her out and you picked up the pace and fucked her harder. You reminded yourself about the way she had acted the first time you met, and grinned at the thought of how much she had changed from upper class bitch to your submissive whore, begging you to fuck her hard whenever she had the chance. At times, she would give you a certain look when you were cooking together, always ending with you on your knees between her legs eating her out until she had soaked your face in numerous orgasms.

You picked up the pace even more and she furrowed her brows while looking you deep in your eyes and you knew she was getting close. You grabbed her throat while fucking her raw “Cum for me, my pretty slut. I want to see your face when I make you cum, and then you’re going to ride my strap.” You barely had time to finish the sentence before she exploded with a scream and her back lifted from the bed. You pulled out and laid down on the bed, and she followed almost instantly. You knew how exhausted she was, but that didn’t stop her. She straddled you before letting herself slide down on the strap. She started off slowly, allowing herself to find a comfortable rhythm before picking up the pace. She threw her head back as she started riding the strap harder, and you grabbed her ass. She hissed as you grabbed her sore skin, but she had grown to love the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.

“O-oh miss, I love riding your strap. It feels so good inside me.” She was riding you hard and fast until she cried out and came in an orgasm that made her shiver on top of you. You caught her when her upper body slowly collapsed and slowly pulled out the strap from her sensitive cunt. You placed her softly on the bed and went to remove the strap before joining her in bed.

“You have done so well tonight, darling. Are you feeling okay? Was I too rough or did it feel good?” You kissed her forehead and wrapped your arms around you. She just hummed and you knew she felt good. You had told her that you wanted her to let you know if it was too much for her, and made it very clear that you would never be upset with her if she said something was uncomfortable or painful.

“I feel perfect. You feel perfect. This is absolutely perfect, thank you.” She kissed you before placing her head in the nook of your neck.

“If you think this is perfect, do you want to stay? I mean, not just now.” You kissed her cheek, but she pulled away immediately and gave you a sad look before getting up.

“You know it’s not that easy. I need to clean up and go home.” She left the bed and went to the bathroom, and you sighed. You knew she couldn’t stay, but that didn’t prevent you from asking. You knew that with her position, and his position it wasn’t an option to just leave him. But on the other hand, all he did was ignore her and neglect her. She was a trophy wife, but he didn’t even appreciate her. He brought her along on dinners and parties, but aside from that he didn’t even notice that she was away several times a week.

She came back and grabbed the clothes from her bag. You gently grabbed her wrist, and she sat down but didn’t face you. “Larissa, I know it’s not as easy as I make it sound and I don’t mean to nag about it every time we see each other. I would just like to have you in my arms for one night. One full night where I can keep you safe and make breakfast for you the morning after.” You kissed her hand and you knew she blushed whenever you did. It made her feel like a princess, and you loved making her feel that way.

“One day, I promise. But for now, you’re gonna have to settle with this. And I hope that won’t make you lose interest.” She looked sad and spoke to you with a concerned tone in her voice while she was getting dressed.

You chuckled and sat up before kissing her. “Larissa, have you seen yourself? And have you seen the way I look at you? I won’t ever lose interest in you, my precious goddess.” You kissed her cheek and she blushed.

You both got up and you followed her to the door. She once again leaned down to kiss you and gently stroked your cheek. “How on earth did I end up this lucky? It might be out of place for me to say this, but you make me feel so good and you make me feel so pretty.”

You chuckled and once again kissed her hand. “If anyone here is lucky, it’s me. You are pretty smashing if you hadn’t noticed.” You gave her a playful wink and she laughed.

“Darling, I know you’re stressed at work nowadays, so tomorrow… Keep an eye on your phone. I might be sending you a few surprises throughout the day.” Her voice was deep and sultry, and she leaned down to bite your ear. She knew exactly what to do to tease and frustrate you.

“Oh, Y/N. You are beautiful. I think I’m falling fast and hard for you.” She stroked your cheek once more before disappearing out the door, leaving you both stunned and excited.

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