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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕

Fucked Back Into Reality

Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.

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It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow.

“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker.

“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker.

“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days.

“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall.

Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care.

“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.

“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth.

It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway,

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks.

“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates.

Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in.

“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom.

“What?” you asked confused.

“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig.

“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself.

“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked.

“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag.

“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.

“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.

“Trying?” he asked rhetorically.

You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth.

“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear.

“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.

He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were.

“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair.

He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,

“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass.

“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face.

“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.

The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly.

“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.

In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you.

“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled.

The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could.

“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.

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nimaanila · 5 months

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Slow Down, Cowboy (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth) x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Kissing, touching, just super fluffy!!

Synopsis: Now that he knows where to find you, Billy comes to the saloon as often as he can to see you, which ends up being just about every night. Reader and Billy get closer.

A/N: Thank you so much for the love on Part 1!!! I’m so happy it was well received. I think there will be one or two more parts. The fluff is ramping up as promised… Even more so in the next one hehehe. Please enjoy!

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Gentle Hands

You found yourself looking forward to the evenings, because you knew that’s when Billy would be arriving. He made a habit of coming to the saloon every night, and if he couldn’t, he stayed longer the following night to make up for it.

The routine was simple but sweet. Billy would file in just after his rowdy group of gunslingers, giving you a smile and a nod before going over to them. They all would come up to the bar together, Billy letting the guys order before him. You couldn’t help but notice the furrow in Billy’s brows deepen and his jaw clench whenever one of the guys made a suggestive comment towards you. You were used to it, so you either played along or brushed it off just to get them their drinks and on their way as soon as possible.

After the guys had gone to their usual table to drink their cares away, Billy would take a seat at the counter and order his usual whiskey. It had been about two weeks at this point, so Billy didn’t even need to say anything before a drink was in front of him. He always thanked you with a gracious nod and smile, never keeping his hat on when he talked to you. You made a mental note to thank him for that at some point. You would hate to miss an opportunity to see those gorgeous blue eyes.

This night, something in the air felt different. You and Billy had gotten more and more comfortable with each other, sharing stories here and there while he drank at the counter and you tended to other patrons, never failing to steal glances and sweet smiles all night.

Hours went by in a flash and soon the saloon cleared out, leaving only you and Billy behind.

“So, cowboy, will that be all for tonight?” Billy usually didn’t drink too much, so you reached out to grab his glass and start cleaning it, only to be stopped by Billy’s hand gently grabbing your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat. You felt frozen. This was the first time you and Billy had any physical contact. His fingertips were cold from holding his glass all night, and they felt good against the warmth of your skin.

You couldn’t draw your eyes away from where his skin met yours until he spoke. “Y/N, I got somethin’ to tell you, and I really want you to hear me, okay?” He trapped you in place, not only with his gentle grip on your wrist but with his piercing blue stare. All you could do was nod your head. You were so distracted by the delicious burning sensation from the hold he had on you. You never wanted him to let go.

He continued speaking while his eyes bore into yours, trying to translate all the urgency he felt in telling you this. “I wanted to apologize for the guys’ behavior. They don’t know how to act around ladies, let alone one as beautiful and kind as you. They’re dogs. I don’t like the way they were talkin’ to you, not one bit.” Touched by his words, you shook your head and chuckled softly. “Billy, that’s nice and all but really not necessary. I’m used to it. It happens all day when you’re not around, too. It doesn’t bother me,” you assured him.

Billy moved the glass from your grasp and set it off to the side so he could hold your hand in both of his. He gently rubbed his thumb along the side of your wrist as he continued to speak, never breaking eye contact. “Well, it bothers me. I was raised to treat women with respect, even more so the ones I care about. Now, I know we don’t know each other well, but these past two weeks gettin’ to know you have been some of the best nights of my life.”

You were caught off guard by his sudden declaration but moved by what he was saying to you. You were elated to know he felt the same as you did. “Billy, I-“ you paused to get a grip on the thoughts that were racing through your head as you stared into his eyes. “Thank you for those kind words. They really mean a lot. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t been lookin’ forward to these nights ever since you first stepped through those saloon doors over there.” This earned you a smile from Billy. He chuckled and looked down bashfully to where his hands covered yours. He continued his soothing act of rubbing his thumb along the side of your wrist. “But why do I feel like you’re breakin’ up with me?” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head as you posed the question. You had a slight joking tone, because you weren’t together officially, but the look in his eyes told you he knew what you meant.

Billy’s smile faltered. You were too smart to fool. He mustered up the courage to tell you what he was dreading for the past week. He met your eyes as he spoke. “I know you know who I am. What people say about me. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of but I try to be the best I can be.” Billy took a deep breath before he continued. “A war is comin’, darlin’, and I’m right in the middle of it. I don’t know how it’s all gonna end up, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t get to tell you that I really like you. Whether you wanted to keep seein’ me or not, I had to make sure you knew.”

It looked like Billy was holding his breath as he waited for you to respond. You both didn’t realize it, but you had drifted closer and closer together as you spoke to each other, hands still connected and breaths mixing together. You smelled the whiskey he drank all night and he smelled the vanilla-scented oil you put behind your ears and on your wrists every morning. You found each other to be asolutely intoxicating.

You tentatively reached out with your free hand to brush some of his chocolate curls back from his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss. You ran your fingers back through his hair, resting your hand on the side of his jaw, holding him in place. Billy thought he had died and gone to heaven just by your touch.

Your thumb brushed along his jaw so softly he thought he was imagining it. But this was not a dream. This was real. You looked at him with a soft smile and told him, “Billy, if I wanted to run, I would have by now. I know what they say about you, but I don’t care. I know deep down you are a good man and you are doin’ what you need to do to keep survivin’. That’s all any of us can do. All I can judge is the man in front of me, and he makes my heart sing.”

Billy looked at you as if everything in the world made sense to him now. He couldn’t believe you were in front of him, real, warm, so inviting, so beautiful. And you weren’t scared of him. You weren’t running away. No, you wanted to stay. You wanted him to stay.

“Y/N, you could make a grown man cry,” Billy said with sparkles in his eyes and a laugh so contagious that you just had to mimic him. He sat up straight, moving his free hand to gently hold the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Your eyes closed and you sighed in contentment at the feel of his warm, calloused hand on your skin, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch. Well, you could have, but why would you want to?

“Y/N, would it be alright if I kissed you, now?” Billy whispered, careful not to disturb the intimate moment that had been created by the two of you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and back. They looked so soft and sweet. You opened your eyes to meet his, smiling softly as you said, “I was wonderin’ what took you so long to ask.” Billy smiled as he leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against yours as if he was afraid you’d shatter to pieces at the first contact.

His one hand remained on the side of your face while his other shifted to interlace your fingers together and hold your hands close to his chest, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles. Your hand moved from his jaw to the nape of his neck, gently stroking the curls that rested there. Billy sighed in pleasure at your touch.

The kiss was slow, gentle, sweet. The type of kiss you’d expect from Billy, who was not like any other cowboy you’d come across. You tasted the whiskey, rich but somehow sweet on his mouth. Billy relished in the feeling of your soft lips against his chapped ones. You kissed until you both needed air, pulling away and resting your foreheads together.

“I think I could kiss you all day,” Billy said, breathless. He pecked you once, twice, three more times, making you dizzy. You chuckled as you said, “Slow down, there, cowboy. We got all the time in the world.” You gently kissed his nose before reluctantly pulling away, feeling immediately cold after his warm hands had released you. “You best be goin’ now and gettin’ some rest, Billy. I’m sure you got a big day ahead of you tomorrow,” you said to him, realizing just how late it was.

Billy looked at you up and down with a smirk before he agreed. “Yes ma’am, I’ll be on my way now. Can I walk you home?”

You heart soared at his kind gesture, but you politely declined. “I appreciate the offer, but that won’t be necessary.” Disappointment flashed over Billy’s face. You were quick to remedy that, however, by signaling to the staircase to the left of the bar counter. “I actually live right upstairs,” you told Billy with a grin.

Billy returned your grin with a subtle chuckle and a shake of his head. “Well, alright then. See you tomorrow?” He looked at you expectantly. You nodded in agreement. “See you tomorrow, cowboy.” Billy stole another quick kiss from you, earning himself a giggle before he all but skipped out of the saloon, giving you one last glance before he headed home.

You laughed and smiled to yourself in disbelief, biting your lip. You and Billy felt like two kids falling in love for the first time. And maybe that’s what you were. Two kids, falling in love, for the first time.

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juiles · 9 months

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All to well

Plot: idk. have fun!

Type: angst and fluff

Warnings: i am in no way saying that this is how all autistic people are!! This fic is based off my PERSONAL experience with autism and sensory overload. Please remember this as you read!!

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Being autistic has drawbacks for a normal person, but for an actress in Marvel movies, it was tough. I’m proud of who I am but I didn’t want the pitying looks, the comments or being stuck as only getting the “autistic” role so for my own sake, I’m not super open about it.

My parents are ashamed of it so they never told anyone and I was forced to mask anytime I was around anyone. Not even Scar knew, and she was my best friend, almost a mother figure to me. I didn’t want her to think any different of me. She’s known me since i was 7 and played her on screen adopted daughter in Iron Man 2.

We’re filming Endgame right now. I’m on my way to set with Scarlett. Today has been a rough day for me so far as my parents woke me up by screaming at me which then caused me to struggle in keeping my mask up. Scar picked me up and I’m already exhausted, I’ve caught myself stimming a few times and quickly stopped it.

When we pulled into the parking lot, i grabbed my bag and walked with her through set to our trailers where we left our stuff and we’re immediately shuffled to makeup and costumes.

“Oh shit…” I mutter staring at the costume in Erica’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was a fight scene today…”

“Babe.” Erica, my assistant and on set guardian says. She’s known about me since the first day which was when i was 7. “You’ve known about this for a week. Are you okay?”

“I’m super over stimulated right now…” I murmur tapping my leg in sets of 7, a common stim for me.

“Let’s do hair and makeup first okay? Keep you out of the costume until the last second okay?” I nod and the two of us move to hair and makeup where Scarlett is getting her hair done.

“Hey, where’s your costume kid?” She asks looking over at me.

“I uh-“ I glance at Erica who steps in for me quickly.

“It had a small tear in it so it’s getting fixed quickly.” Scarlet merely hums in response and I sit. Getting my wig on and makeup done is awful, having everyone touching me and all their voices so close to me ears. I feel a soft hand on my cheek and peek my eyes open to see Scar staring at me in concern.

“Stop grinding your jaw babe…” I release my jaw, not even realizing i had been doing it. “You okay love? You disappeared for a bit there.” I respond with a hum, my voice disappearing from within. “Let’s get your costume on and to set okay?”

I look around quickly and don’t see Erica, Scarlet must see the panic as she quickly says. “She got called away in an emergency. I’m going to be your guardian today.” I nod, feeling the panic bubble up in my chest, but give her a soft smile.

The two of us make our way to my trailer and she helps me quickly slip into the suit. I immediately want to rip it off as it’s skin tight and an uncomfortable material. It feels like it’s digging into my skin and pulling it away as if it’s velcro and my skin is the other side. I take a deep breath and come out to see Scar in costume waiting. “Ready?” I nod and we head to set where I realize it’s a busy day, all original 6 avengers, Lizzie, both Paul’s, Gwen and Cobie are all there. I internally groan as immediately, the girls are coming over to me and Scar talking a mile a minute. I stand next to Scarlett silently until Lizzie turns to me. “Hey kiddo. Ready to fight? We have to fly today.” My eyes widen for a moment before i force a smile and nod at the fake red head in front of me.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” This makes everyone around us laugh but it makes me feel awful. I have no voice, it comes and goes, when it’s gone, my parents ridicule me, I get hit. I look down as i feel my tears well up in my eyes and blink rapidly trying to will them away. I thank god silently when Joe calls us to places which means i get away from the now very suddenly concerned looking Scarlett, Lizzie and Cobie. I’m stuck with Renner as I get rigged up, the feeling of being sick suddenly appearing as more people touch me.

I feel the lump in my throat tighten and the feeling of the harness wrapped around me suddenly makes me feel like it’s constricting my breathing and everyone around me disappeared as my hands flung to the harness, in my panic my hands struggled with the buckle which just made me more infuriated and grunts started coming out as my tears blurred my vision.

I feel a set of hands on mine holding them down, i scream and rip mine away and start scratching at my throat trying to rip it open to get a breath. My eyes started blacking out and the last thing i see is Scarlett’s panicked face as she tries to grab at my hands before it all goes black.

Scarlett’s POV

I know something is off with y/n. Not off but just that she was different. I have had a feeling it was autism for a while now, today proved that to me.

She was silent the whole car ride to set, normally she’d be singing along the radio but she wouldn’t even let me turn it on today. As soon as we got to set she locked herself in her trailer without a word, the next time i saw her, she looked panicked and while she was getting her hair and makeup done she disappeared fully before i brought her back. She has days where she goes mute, she just calls them her bad days, they usually happen on days she has arguments with her parents but normally she can still communicate to me in different ways but today she was completely gone. It got worse as soon as she realized Erica was gone. Walking on to set, she tended up and i saw her tapping her thigh every once in a while. The comment that Lizzie made would normally make her laugh, her reaction today was off.

I watched her from the corner of my eye but had to look away for a second before i heard Renner.

“Y/N!! What are you doing?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I whip my head around and my heart sinks as i see y/n struggling with her harness, her hands are shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes are glazed over. I bolt over and grab her hands gently.

“Y/n baby, stop. You’ve got to stop my love.” She rips her hands out of mine and starts clawing at her throat which is when i notice she’s not breathing properly. She’s barely able to get a small breath. Instincts kick in for me and i turn to the cast and crew crowding her. “Give her space. Now. I need someone to set up a dark room with minimal sound and her clothes she was wearing this morning as well as the blanket from my trailer. A cold cloth and her wig taken off.” I turn around as she starts to collapse, i grab her arm and quickly wrap an arm around her waist. “Now!”

It’s a bit of a blur after that honestly, the next thing i know, im alone with her in the green room after everything is unplugged and blankets are draped over the windows. Her wig is already off and someone hands me my blanket and her clothes before silently leaving. I help her unconscious body out of the suit and into her clothes before draping my weighted blanket over her body. I sit back and stare at her, not touching her at all but close enough if she needs me.

It felt like hours but looking at my watch, it shows it’s only been 20 minutes when she finally wakes up.

My heart is beating what feels like a million mile a minute with panic as i watch her blue eyes flutter open before she looks around the room for a moment. Her hand comes out of the blanket and she starts tapping her thigh again, her head nodding along to each tap. She squeezes her eyes shut and i can hear her voice mumbling. “I’m safe. I’m here. I’m y/n.” Over and over again, i quietly cough to get her attention and she quickly sits up and her head whips up to look at me with wide eyes, both hands start scratching at the other wrist. “Oh my god…”

“Baby, you are safe. It’s just me.”

“No… no… no no no no no no no no.” She started tugging her hair and rocking slightly. “They’re going to kill me… you aren’t supposed to know…”

I quickly scoot over and grab her hands before pulling her into my chest, she tenses for a moment before melting into my arms. “I can’t hide it anymore Scar…”

“I know baby… I know.” I mutter into her hair swaying us back and forth slightly.

“I’m autistic…”

“Oh baby i know…” She freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. I can ready the fear in her blue eyes. “You hide it really really well but I’m basically your mom my love. I had suspicions but didn’t want to push you into telling me. Today was too much.” She nods burying herself back into me. “I need you to know that I will always listen to you. That if you ever feel like that again, you can tell me and i’ll get you out of it. Baby seeing you pass out was terrifying. I need you to know that if you’re that overwhelmed, that you do not have to do all that.”

“But… my parents don’t want everyone knowing… they’re all gonna know now…” She mumbles into me, my heart cracks.

“Baby being autistic is not a bad thing. It makes you even more amazing. It’s not something to be ashamed of at all. You are allowed to be who you are. To stim when your emotions are too high. To have bad days. I am here to show you that.” I say looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m here to support you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded quickly. She sat up and started tapping her thigh as she stared at me. “This is my favourite stim, it’s really subtle but it calms me down… i count the most important people in my life.” She then looks down at her hand as she taps each finger. “Scarlett.” Tap. “Lizzie.” Tap. “Renner.” Tap. “Gwen.” Tap. “Cobie.” Tap. “Rob.” Tap. “Rosie.” Tap. “It reminds me that you guys would love me, no matter how broken or weird i am because i know how much you care.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Another one is tapping here.” She taps her chest right above her heart twice. “Right here.” She does the tap to each word. “This is where you sit in my body. I usually only do this one when I’m not wearing my necklace. Playing with that is the stim i can do out in public.” I pulled her into my arms again as I cried.

“Oh baby…”

“You’ve always been my safe space Scar…”

“And i will be your safe space for the rest of eternity.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she pulls away with a smile. “Thank you. For learning how to help me.”

“You are more than welcome my love. Let’s go home and have a calm day okay?” She nods before standing up, pulling my weighted blanket over herself. I stand and wrapping my arms around her waist, the two of us make our way out of the room to find Lizzie standing not too far away, crying into Gwyneths arms. Y/n instantly runs over to her and wraps her arms around the crying woman. Lizzie jumps before she turns and sees who it is and wraps the girl into her arms.

“I’m so sorry bug. I shouldn’t have made that comment. I know how bad your parents are.” Y/n shakes her head pulling back and squeezes Lizzie’s hands. “Liz that wasn’t what caused that.” She takes a glance back at me before taking a deep breath and looks back at Lizzie. “I’m autistic and I was overstimulated and everything was just too much. I won’t lie, the comment did hurt a little but i know you didn’t say it in a mean way. You didn’t hurt me, memories of my parents saying stuff hurt me. But not you.” Lizzie’s eyes widen and she glances at me before she nods breathing to calm herself down. “If you ever need to talk or are struggling you can talk to me bug.”

Y/n nods with a small smile. “I know Liz.”

“Hey. Me too.” We all turn our head to see Gwyneth with a pout on her face. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo. Never do that again. Understand?” She pulls y/n’s laughing form into her arms.

“I understand mother Paltrow.” She says making us all chuckle.

Y/n pulls away and biting her cheek looks at me. “I- i uh- I’m not ready to face everyone else yet…”

“They already left bug. It’s just us four left.” Lizzie said smoothing the crazy hair down on y/n’s head. “I couldn’t leave worried i hurt you and Gwyn couldn’t leave me alone but everyone else left to give you privacy. Scarlett went full mama bear mode and screamed at some people for trying to push her into anything. It was great.” Y/n chuckled, which brings a grin to my face.

“Of course you did. But i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“I love you too baby.” I say kissing her head softly.

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batterygarden · 2 years

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Afab gn reader; one small sex mention mdni , college age

He loves going to the park. And riding bikes and climbing trees and playing in snow—doing all the things he didn’t get to do in childhood due to his circumstances. You guys will go after dark to “avoid all the pesky kids gettin’ in your way,” as Denji puts it. You always end up on the swings, Denji trying to go super high to see if his foot can touch a nearby tree branch. He’ll ask you to sit on his lap while he swings since “it’d be better if we could go high together.” Then you immediately tumble backwards on top of him.

Denji has to be taught the art of doing independent activities side by side. It’s just that everytime you walk in a room he’s all over you, he wants you to talk about what you’re reading, he wants you to paint his nails at the same time as yours, he wants to help you figure out your taxes (in theory). Parallel play has to be explained to him twice and slowly before he begins to understand. “Different activities next to each other…got it… but can we still be, like, touching?”

Now he’s the king of playing video games with your feet on his lap and asking you real cutely if it should be “parallel play time” whenever you’re about to do something he deems boring.

Denji comments more quickly and enthusiastically than any of your friends on your Instagram posts. “Aaaaauuugh you don’t know what ur doin to me😮‍💨😮‍💨” “My jaw dropped so fast! 🤤🤤” “so GEORGUS!” “Took 🤲 my🧍🏼‍♂️breath🌬away🙊!”

Revisiting the playing in snow thing, Denji originally hates winter. Old prejudice from having poor heating as a child. But once you introduce him to hot cocoa and building snow men and the extra cuddling it warrants, winter becomes his second favorite season (after spring). Askin’ you to take him sledding, holding hands in your pockets, ice skating—you name it, he is down.

He’ll still find himself a little bitter on the first snowstorm of the year though. “God it’s cold. I think my nipples mighta just got hard.” “Fuck ooofff, Denji. But actually mine too.” “Wait really!” Then he’s grabbing at your chest to feel before you can stop him.

He’s unbelievably touch starved. He always wants to be closer, he wants to be disgustingly close, he wants to be breathing the same air and sharing a single shirt at the same time close. So Denji is laying directly on top of you any chance he gets.

He especially likes when you play with his hair, he thinks it’s cute how gentle you are. So when he doesn’t have you in his arms or when one of you isn’t suffocating the other full-body-style, Denji’s head will always find its way into your lap. He doesn’t have to ask before your fingers are combing through his messy strands, moving them out of his face and smoothing them over before they resume their permanent position over his forehead. It’s incredibly calming to him.

But don’t think Denji won’t return the favor—he wants you to find his presence as comforting as he finds yours. So he becomes an expert on soothing physical touch; he observes what you like and what calms you down and he uses the hell out of it. Rubbing your back and massaging your hands at any opening, holding your shoulders when you seem anxious, moving your hair out of your face if it seems like it’s in the way. He’s not shy about PDA so his hands are all over you whenever you need them no matter the time or place.

He’ll also reciprocate what he knows he likes back to you. He knows he likes his face on your chest so he’ll pull your face down to his. He likes his hair played with so he’ll carefully try and comb yours when you get out of the shower. He likes when you share your food so he’ll always offer you to try some of whatever he’s having. He likes when you cook for him… he’ll try to cook for you too. It’s a disaster but it’s the thought that counts.

He’ll definitely ask you to teach him to cook better. Food is a love language he wants to give, not just receive! He’ll put on your apron and ask you to walk him through it, tongue in his teeth while he stirs and pours and chops. It ends up more of a mess than it’s worth in your opinion, but he’s so proud you eat as much of it as you can with many compliments.

Speaking of compliments… this man Lives for praise. Please, please tell him you’re proud of him. It’s sweet the way he’ll take your advice on things and tell you all about it afterwards, blatantly begging for a kiss and a “good job!” Sometimes he’ll wait to tell you about his daily accomplishments till you’re cuddling at night, so it’ll be easier for you to hold him extra close and applaud his heroic efforts. Maybe you’ll even shower him in kisses like he’s not-so-secretly begging you to.

Despite being perpetually horny, Denji manages to literally Never creep you out when it comes to sex stuff.

He’s just so genuine and honest about it. It’s never a hidden motive; if his horniness is motivating him you will be the first to know. He is shameless when he’s trying to pipe and you know and trust that.

It still will catch you off guard sometimes though. You’ll be sitting on his lap each going on your phones, doing any casual activity that you’ve done together a million times before when he drops a “can we fuck rn please” and things pick up from there.

Denji loses whatever semblance of a filter he has when it’s just the two of you. You wouldn’t think that tiny handful of inhibitions he possesses would make that much of a difference when they’re gone, but they do. For example, letting you know every time his balls itch :(

Or he’ll make a real thoughtful face towards your tits for the longest time, then perk up saying “oh my god! You’re done with your period huh!”

Denji will always answer any question you ask him truthfully, too.

“Honestly… No, I don’t really vibe with your parents. I don’t know like they’re kinda weird.”

Denji will try and pick up your hobbies!! He will he will he will! Anything to spend more time with you.

For example, painting. He really ends up liking painting with you. It’s cute how he turns from goofy and playful to serious artist mode once you two get into it, he really concentrates to try and make his work look good since he‘s always so impressed with the way yours turns out. He tends to sell himself short when it comes to artistic ability, but Denji’s actually so creative and capable; you always keep and cherish his paintings.

He wants to get a tattoo ever since you mentioned how cool one of your mutual friends looked with their tattoos. But you’re the voice of reason, “Noo Denji I’m sure you would look hot but wouldn’t your regeneration make it pointless? Like what if you drink blood and your skin just ge-“ “You’re totally overthinking it. If it went away I’d just get it re-tattooed everytime. And now that I know you’d find it hot I gotta get one. Maybe somethin’ that reminds me of you…” “…”

You’re eventually able to convince him to save the money and unnecessary pain and let you draw on him from time to time instead.

He does not know the lyrics to any songs and he will not attempt to learn. That’s all fine and good. But he still sings along to whatever’s playing constantly!! God it is your biggest pet peeve. The final straw before confronting him was singing “woman of fire” instead of “warm enough for ya” to Drew Barrymore by sza :/

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 3 - One Step Up

*Door opens*

Kumon: We’re back~!

Juza: We’re home.

Taichi: I’m starving~.

Tenma: Looks like Omi-san’s in charge of dinner tonight.

Tsuzuru: Smells like it’s something with a demi-glace sauce…

Omi: The beef stew will be ready soon.

Kumon: Woo~! I was hoping to eat some meat~!

Kazunari: The Yosei Uni Gang’s really building up their forces~.

Muku: Kyu-chan’s the only new one, though.

Yuki: But he’s got the presence of about two or three people.

Tsumugi: How’s college life been going, Kumon-kun?

Kumon: It’s super interesting! Unlike with my classes in high school, I actually feel motivated to study on my own.

Kumon: Plus I get to be with Nii-chan!

Banri: I figured you had had that planned from the start, but you actually didn’t decide on where you were gonna go for school until much later, right?

Kumon: Hey, I thought about it a lot, y’know.

Kumon: And I didn’t just think about Nii-chan, I also made sure to think about the best college for me to go to.

Azami: The growth of someone with a brother complex.

Yuki: They still ended up at the same college, though.

Kumon: That’s ‘cause Nii-chan and Tenma-san seemed like they really liked it there!

Tenma: Well, you are right about that.

Juza: Glad ya got accepted in.

Taichi: You’ve been doing great with writing essays and doing job interview prep~.

Kumon: Hehe. That’s thanks to you, Nii-chan, and Tenma-san for teaching me so much!

Chikage: It’s so touching to see Tenma becoming the tutor.

Tenma: Thanks for that.

Kazunari: Yawn~…

Tsuzuru: You seem tired, Miyoshi-san.

Kazunari: I had a deadline for some urgent work yesterday. Hardly got any sleep~.

Tsuzuru: Good work.

Muku: You suddenly seem like much more of an adult, Kazu-kun.

Kazunari: What I do is kinda just an extension of what I did in college, but once that label of “student” is gone, it makes you a little more conscious of it.

Omi: It’s a lot of work and responsibility, but it’s also a lot of fun.

Tsuzuru: Is that so…

Kazunari: You’ll get what we’re talking about in a year, Tsuzurun~.

Izumi: Omi-kun’s right, your impression of things changes once you graduate from college.

Azuma: I enjoy seeing these changes every year once spring comes.

Homare: Yes, however, there are still some of us that haven’t changed much at all.

Azuma: It’s thanks to everyone that spring is nice like this.

Tasuku: Well, even though some of us haven’t been through any major changes, I’m sure we’re all busy with something, right?

Guy: It appears that you’ve been getting more and more requests to do guest appearances, Takato.

Sakuya: Ah, actually, I’m about to get an offer to perform on a slightly bigger stage too--.

Tsumugi: Really? That’s great.

Tasuku: That’s probably the result of steadily building up your experience. Shows how much you’ve become recognized as an actor.

Sakuya: Thank you so much!

Citron: I have started getting pressured to do arts and culture-related work from all over the place~.

Itaru: And I’m still annoyed that I’m stuck being treated like some mid-level NPC…

Chikage: That’s normal for having worked there for five years.

Guy: Speaking of that, I’ve been entrusting Mikage with more work, too.

Hisoka: I know how to make a few appetizers now…

Tasuku: What, like toasted marshmallows and marshmallow pizza?

Hisoka: Well, yeah, but there’s other stuff too.

Homare: To be dabbling in dishes other than ones with marshmallows… that’s quite remarkable progress!

Misumi: Speaking of new things, my friend Mii-chan just had a litter of kitties~.

Muku: Congratulations!

Yuki: Why are you congratulating the Trianglien for it?

Izumi: Seems like everything’s going smoothly for the company while each of you is moving forward and changing in your own ways.

Izumi: That reminds me, the kid we met today also said he was going to be a new high school student starting in the spring.

Kumon: Huh~, what was he like?

Tsuzuru: He was an interesting one, for sure.

Masumi: He wasn’t interesting, he was annoying.

Itaru: He was an avid Masumi fan.

Izumi: He said he used to live in a rural area and that he’s been supporting us for quite some time via our streams.

Sakyo: Is that the power of MIZUNO Enterprises…?

Sakyo: We’ll have to keep up our efforts to reach an even wider audience.

Izumi: He said he was really looking forward to seeing one of our performances live.

Tasuku: There is just something different about seeing a play in person.

Sakuya: There really is. He was really looking forward to seeing it, so we’ll have to do our best not to disappoint.

Izumi: Ah, right! The idea came to me when we were talking to that kid, but--.

Izumi: How does a workshop aimed at beginners sound for the upcoming event?

Izumi: When I realized that people were interested in theater because of MANKAI Company’s performances, I thought that maybe promoting theater as a concept could be necessary too.

Izumi: And I think it’d be a good experience for us to share the joy of plays with them more directly and to have fun together.

Sakuya: That’s true, that could be a really good idea!

Citron: It sounds very fun!

Chikage: But wouldn’t people who have more experience with theater, like Tenma, Tasuku, or Tsumugi, be more suitable for teaching people than us Spring Troupe members?

Tsuzuru: He’s got a point, most of us are still pretty inexperienced actors. I mean, almost all of us were complete amateurs until a few years ago.

Masumi: I can do it.

Itaru: You’re probably the least qualified to teach.

Izumi: That’s the point. You all still feel like amateurs and remember how you felt when you first stepped on stage just a few years ago.

Izumi: I’m confident that you guys will be able to convey theater from a perspective that’s closer to a beginner’s.

Izumi: It’s not a workshop for actors, and it’s definitely not just for teaching like Yuzo-san’s workshops…

Izumi: I think it should be about just trying to enjoy theater together, just like if you were reminiscing about your old selves. That’s the best we can do, I think.

Izumi: And it could be an opportunity to expand our fan base too…

Izumi: I think it’s only because of how everyone is now that we can try to make people more aware of theater.

Sakuya: Yeah… I get it. Up until now, we’ve just been doing our best in regards to ourselves, but now…

Itaru: Exactly. Maybe we’ll be able to have some fun together.

Chikage: We could be our own motivation.

Tsuzuru: Maybe I’ll even be able to get a hint for our next play.

Citron: I will take on any challenge!

Izumi: Alright, it’s decided!

Izumi: Once the date is decided on, can you take care of the flier design, Kazunari-kun?

Kazunari: You betcha!

Izumi: I’ll take care of the printing and distributing myself then.

Masumi: I’ll help.

Itaru: We’ll also need an announcement on our social media, right? Leave it to me.

Chikage: It’d be a good idea to also put something on the theater noticeboard, right?

Izumi: Alright, I’ll leave all the announcement-related stuff to you two, and then… Sakuya-kun and Citron-kun, can I leave outlining the workshop to you guys?

Sakuya: Roger that!

Citron: We will think of an eggciting workshop that will eggcite everyone~!

Manager: Ah, everyo~ne, it’s almost time~!

Kumon: We gotta turn on the TV!

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imyourbratzdoll · 5 days

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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I know why you're mean

✶ One shot - Part 3

Pairing | mean Eddie x Fem reader

Post summary | After it seems that Eddie would open up about why he is such an ass, he resorts to his old ways & y/n isn't putting up with it this time, but she's not prepared to get what she asks for.

What to expect | Eddie being an ass, but a lil bit of a submissive softie, the long awaited fluff that has been in high demand.

Post Warnings | Pure Smut 18+, F oral, Fingering, P in V unprotected (practise safe S kids), mention of physical abuse.

Word count | 4.8K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Authors Note | I wanted to take this mini series away from the super angry aspect and see some character development so I hope thais is what ya'll were looking for & enjoyed :) - Part 4 will depend on demand :)

Nancy’s voice prattled on my left as we made our way through the packed school corridor as the loud bell rang, bodies pressing in on us from every side as we pushed through. I tugged my books tighter to my chest as a break parted in the crowd and I spotted Eddie at his locker. His face was guarded, and his lips were pressed tight in concentration as he rolled a cigarette. My mouth went dry at the sight of him towering over the other students as they allowed him a wide berth, the memory of his rough fingertips gliding across my skin in the dark and his mouth on parts of my body that no one else had ever touched, overpowered my mind as Nancy’s words drifted into the background.

I tripped as she tugged on my sleeve, halting me to a standstill as she whisper-yelled into my ear.

“Wait, there he is!” For a wild second I thought she was talking about Eddie, and my eyes shot to her face, panic spreading across mine since I hadn’t told her about anything that had happened between us, Nancy would want details, but the things Eddie had made me do – what I’d allowed him to - felt too dirty just even thinking about talking about it. But as I watched a pretty rose colour fill her cheeks I followed her gaze, Steve Harrington was thundering down the opposite corridor from us, heading straight to where Nancy and I stood pressed against the cold metal of the lockers behind us, Tommy and Carol in tow close to him.

“Wheeler.” Steve smirked as he crossed the throng of students and made his way to our position, leaning against the wall next to Nancy, eyeing her up like she was a piece of meat. I dropped her hand and turned my concentration away as he monopolised her attention, disappointment sunk through me as I looked back to where Eddie had been standing a second ago. When I caught a glimpse of a wild mane of hair that I knew all too well disappearing behind the corner, I barely spared the group behind me a glance before my feet took off after him, leaving Nance to swoon in Harringtons presence as he invited her to some party he was throwing.

Rough hands shoved me back as I pushed my way through them as the hallway slowly emptied, watching the strong outline of Eddie’s vest walk further away from me. He didn’t turn as I called out after him, but I watched the muscle in his forearm tense as he heard my voice, shouldering his way through the side exit door as I sped up.

“Hey.” I caught the glass door as it swung back in my face, following Eddie out on the landing outside as he lit up his cigarette, the cloud of smoke puffing into the freezing air around us. He turned his head to the side and gave me a slight nod without meeting my eyes, barley acknowledging me as he shook out his jacket and jumped down the steps.

“What? Now you don’t wanna talk?” I was slower as I held onto the railing to step down the dangerously ice-covered stairs. As soon as he cleared the slippery concrete he took off in long strides across the frost-bitten field.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He dismissed me; his voice drifted back to me over the wind as I reached up to my bag to shove my textbooks deep inside it.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with my mouth last night.” I snapped, my frustration seeping through over the constant battle of feeling like I would take two steps forward with him and then ten back, his constant mood swings were giving me whiplash. The corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin as he spared me an almost approvingly glance before his mask of indifference slid back into place.

“What d’ya want from me y/n?” He bit back at me, heading towards the chain link fence at the end of the field, refusing to slow down as I struggled to keep up with him.

“I don’t want anything.” I gritted through my teeth as goosebumps raised on my skin. I stared at his multiple layers of warm jackets and vest longingly, any other guy at school would have had the decency to offer one to me to stop me shivering in my thin shirt and shorts. But I’d seen and felt enough to know Eddie wasn’t just any other guy.

The thought should have sent me running the other way, but it had the opposite effect.

I wasn’t stupid, just a… sucker for pain I guess.

“Everyone always wants something.” He scoffed, flicking the butt of his smoke away in a blaze of orange as we neared the tree line.

“Why is it so damn hard for you to believe that I don’t.” I slowed automatically as the boundary of metal blocked our path, but Eddie reached out with one hand and catapulted himself over the low fence, the chain lining his jean pockets rattled as he straightened up, turning to me with a dark smirk as I ran my eyes over his lean muscles. I clenched my jaw as my abdomen throbbed.

Damn him.

“Fine. Continue to act like you hate me.” I spat, spinning on my heels. I was done chasing after him, I thought last night had broken down some invisible barrier that Eddie was holding up against the whole world, and that maybe he’d let me sneak past to see the real him.

Obviously I’d been delusional and imagined it, the fantasises I had spun out in my head as I laid in my own bed late last night, laughed at me now as I started to head back towards the school in the distance.

I didn’t get very far before Eddie’s hand shot out to trap my wrist in his tight grasp. The sudden movement stole my breath as he pulled me against the fence, I looked up to meet his dark eyes as he reached down to wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me over it. My cheeks reddened and his fingertips pressed into my sides painfully as he slowly put me down in front of him, our breaths mingling in a white cold cloud as he pulled my pelvis into his.

As I closed my eyes I gasped, he had dropped his hold from around me and stormed away, the sudden swirling air of coolness assaulting my exposed skin as he ripped himself from my grasp, leaving me standing confused at the tree line as he disappeared into its depth.

The loud screech of a nest of birds taking flight from a nearby treetop sent me scurrying in after him as I hesitated, the trees that had probably been covered in burnt oranges leaves weeks ago, now crinkled underfoot from where they’d fallen to the ground. As I walked through them down the beaten track, following the large fresh footprints that had to belong to Eddie, the branches were bare, eerily daunting as they rocked in the wind. My hyperventilating breath slowed as I neared the break in the tree line, spotting Eddie’s hulking shadow leaning across the table through the cluster of trees at the end of the path.

“What are we doing out here?” I questioned.

“I’ve got someone coming to pick up soon.” He retorted, rolling his eyes like it was obvious.

“Last night, when you asked me to stay. Why?” He met my stare as his licked the paper of a fresh smoke he had just rolled.

“Technically I didn’t ask you to stay.” His cocky demeanour had well and truly settled back into its rightful place as he gaslit me, there wasn’t a trace of the vulnerability I had caught a glimpse of last night, anywhere on his face as he stared at me with utter disinterest.

Foreign rage must have flared on my own face because Eddie grinned and shot me a ‘calm down’ look, offering up a different response.

“Someone needed to teach you how to smoke properly y/n.” His gaze slowly moved from my face down my chest, I embarrassingly crossed my arms over it as his stare lingered, knowing that my hardened nipples from the cold were probably poking holes through my shirt. I waited for a rude comment from him, but it never came.

“That’s why?” I mocked, anger coursing through me because I knew he was lying, but his casual, offhand demeanour had me questioning myself and everything I thought I knew last night.

“I couldn’t have cared less if you stayed or left.” He shrugged, leaning forward to pull his lighter from his pocket.

“That’s bullshit Eddie and you know it.” I hissed, narrowing my brows as he palmed his face in frustration.

I wasn’t backing down this time.

He ignored me, so I tried a different tactic to draw him out.

“Last night, after we… I don’t know you said some things and it was like you wanted to keep talking but then you just… shut off.” I trailed off as his dark, angry eyes shot back up to mine, a rapid warning flashing in them as my words hung between us.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He growled through clenched teeth, placing the cigarette between his lips.

“Hate me all you want; I know I’m right.” I snapped, just as he lifted his lighter to his smoke my hand flashed out of its own accord to steal it from his hand. I danced out of the way precariously as he launched himself from the table at me.

I laughed as his hand swiped out to grab my side, missing me by inches as I flinched out of the way. The giggle died on my lips as he both of his hands clenched at his sides, Eddie watched me with barely concealed rage like he was thinking about wrapping those large hands around my neck.

“I’m not playing a game with you y/n.” A thrill of fear flashed through me as Eddie straightened up, his full form towering over me.

“Neither am I.” My breathless laugh sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

“Give it here.” He lunged and this time he caught me, constricting his arms around my waist and pinning me to his chest until I couldn’t breathe.

“Now!.” He scowled, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and squeezing it tight until the stinging pain made me drop his lighter into his other outstretched hand.

“I’m right here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I yelled at his strong back as he shoved me harshly away from him and turned from me, ignoring me as I stumbled and scraped my knees along the sharp scattered rocks underfoot.

“For fuck sakes Eddie, please, stop it. Stop pretending.” I shot to my feet as tears sprung to my eyes, brushing debris off of me as he slammed his hands down against the table, cowering over it as his vest shook with his heavy breaths. The sight of him worked up sent embarrassing feelings though me that I tried to ignore.

“I can’t.” He spat, turning to face me when he heard me scoff out of scorn.

“I can’t y/n… because that’s when I get hurt. And I can’t go through it anymore.” I dropped my crossed arms as my lips parted in surprise, running my gaze over his flushed face as each layer of protection slipped away. He shone so brightly, even in this moment of his pain, with his brows narrowed distrustfully against me, his eyes shining with unshed tears and his lips quivering from his words, I’d never seen him look so real.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Eddie.” I promised, the strength from the truth of my own words spurred me forward.

“You already have.” My eyes flashed to the new, pulsing bruise around his that matched my fingers, he didn’t sound angry, just disappointed. And somehow that made it worse.

“That was instinctual, I responded out of –“ My excuse sounded hollow to my own ears as Eddie smirked at me without humour and shook his head.

How could I deny that I didn’t mean it when I’d been the one to hit first?

My mouth went dry as he stared back at me unblinkingly, waiting for me to throw out more vindications. I truly hadn’t had one, his cruel actions and words had just brought out something in me I didn’t think I’d ever be capable off.

But Eddie was just as guilty as I was. My thoughts must have shown on my face because he spoke up before I could.

“Yeah well I guess my response was instinctual too y/n, after my dad spent twelve years beating the crap out of me until I learned how to punch back, it’s just my go to response when someone hits me now.”

The clearing fell silent around us as Eddie dropped his gaze from mine, colour filling his cheeks – from what, I couldn’t tell. A hundred emotions struggled within me over his admission, so I could only imagine that he struggled with a thousand more.

He took a deep breath before the words fell from him, expelling in a deep rush as I watched his shoulders lift as the burden broke apart.

“I was a good kid y/n. I thought things might have gotten better once I started school and I could escape my home for a bit. But on our first day… when all the parents and their kids looked at me with the same hate and disgust my dad did… I learned two things that day, I was never going to let anyone see that they got to me.” His voice was steady as he ripped the stone wall between us down, but anger shook me over his pain and a new hatred for every person that I had watched call him a freak, coursed through me.

“And if Hawkins was only going to see me as mean, no good troublemaker that wasn’t worth anyone’s time, there’s no point in trying to be anything else.”

Horror struck me as I watched his lip tremble.

There wasn’t an excuse for either of us, but maybe I understood his a little better now.

“I’m sorry for hurting you… you just hurt me. And I reacted because of that, but still Eddie, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never hurt you.” I crossed the space between us in mere seconds as I reached out to trap his face under my cold hands, running my nail over his lip. His eyes fluttered shut under my touch as his warm breath coated my hand.

“If you are so goddamn hellbent on not leaving me alone, let me show you why I wanted you to stay-.” So fast that the world spun around me in a blur, he had reached down to my waist and twisted me around to pin me against the table. His mask of defence hadn’t returned but the vulnerability was gone now, pure blazing passion in its place. My stomach flipped as he pressed his body into mine, the sharp, jagged edges of the table stabbed into my naked thighs as he brought his face closer to mine.

“I don‘t wanna hurt you anymore y/n. Not in the way that isn’t pleasurable anyway.” He paused with a small smirk on the corner of his lips as he waited for it to sink in, watching my eyes intently as my thoughts turned over.

Every mean thing he ever said sounded in my ears again, his rough touches and empty stares devoid of any kind of feeling burned behind my lids. Eddie had given me a slight reasoning for why, but the hurt from the way he’d treated me still stung freshly.

I knew that I had been the one to seek him out, promising and lying to myself that this would be the last and final time, but he had used and abused me twice now because he could, because I’d let him. My body had been nothing more than a means to an end for him, valuing his pleasure above mine always because he had just seen me as an inconvenience while I had harboured genuine feelings for him.

He repeated himself as he watched the war of indecision wage behind my teary eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

“And how do I know that you won’t?” I whimpered, pulling back to watch his stare harden and his jaw clench.

With slow, reverent movements, Eddie untangled himself from me, without blinking or looking away from my eyes once, he dropped down to his knees, one at a time.

Butterflies assaulted my stomach as he stared up at my through his thick, dark lashes. He didn’t say anything as he hooked his fingers through the band of my shorts, tugging them down my thighs lightly until they pooled at my feet leaving me exposed in my pink lace. I shook as he kissed the bleeding marks on my knees, moving his mouth to trace soft, fiery kisses up my legs towards my middle.

I twisted my hands in his soft curls as he pressed his face into my clothed slit, running his hard nose against my clit up and down as I trembled and arched back against the table, pulling his hair to push him further into me as I moaned his name.

“Eds- Eddie. Stop.” My plea was useless as my words died in the wind as he lightly nipped at my bud though my panties with his sharp teeth.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.” He pulled the fabric to the side to slide a long finger inside of me, I shuddered and ground down onto his face as he smirked, not allowing me to find my purchase.

“You’re – you’re…” I cried out as his tongue lapped at my slit, flickering over my sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure to crash over me.

“What? Being mean?” He taunted as he pulled his hand from me, the loss of feeling made me curl over his face, shivering against him as he buried his mouth further into me. His hands clenched my hips as I leant back against the table, grinding them against his face as his tongue lapped at my clit, the feeling should have been illegal. I was merciless under his touch as his dark glare swivelled up to meet mine from between my legs.

As I halted and gasped, bunching up as the familiar heat coiled inside of me, he pulled back instantly. Cold air burned against the wet streaks of slick that ran down my thighs from the pleasure that Eddie’s tongue had created, he grinned as I leant up stunned.

“Yes you’re mean.” I gulped, tracing my fingers to my throbbing clit as it begged for release. Eddie grabbed my hand before I could and stood up, running the back of his across his face from where my essence was smeared across his chin.

“Yeah, but you like it.” He smirked, letting go of my arm to snake his around me to pull me close, my shorts were still around my ankles as he lifted me into the air, placing me gently onto the table as he slid between my legs, pressing his hot lips against mine as I moaned, the taste of me swirled in my mouth along with his tongue. As the wind settled down the only noises in the hidden clearing were the sinful gasps tumbling from my lips as Eddie’s mouth moved to my neck, sucking and lightly biting at the soft skin as I dug my nails into his shoulders.

He pressed a rough kiss to my jaw as I wrapped my legs around him, begging for more. Eddie’s warm fingers skimmed across my waist as he reached for the hem of my shirt to rip it over my head, but my quick hands stopped him.

“Wait.” I cried.

“What?” He scoffed, our chests heaving as we caught out breath.

“It’s cold.” I whispered as a violent gust of air shot over us. He smiled sarcastically and made a rude sound in his chest as he ignored me and tore it over me anyway, tossing it into the abyss. I brushed my messy hair away from my face, but before I could look at him with disappointment that he had once again ignored my choice, he had reached up to tear his jacket from his shoulders and flung it over me, nodding for me to hold my arms out as he slid the oversized fabric onto me.

His warmth and signature scent made my head swim as an unfamiliar warmth shot through me as I traced my fingers over his exposed biceps under his tight, dark shirt, Eddie’s dark eyes softened briefly before he brushed his lips against mine, his long fingers trailing across my naked chest as I jolted under his touch. He leaned over me as my eyes fluttered shut, forcing me to arch my back as he wrapped an arm around my ass to pull me closer into him, his free hand lightly twisting his fingers in my hair to pull my head back, allowing him to deepen this kiss. I struggled against his chest as I felt his harden cock press into me from beneath his jeans.

It took him a moment before he realised I was pushing against him and not pulling him into me anymore, he broke apart from me with a frustrated glare and raised his brow as he waited for me to interrupt him, sighing as his hands fell to his jeans to undo his belt. My gaze fell between us as he sprung free, gulping as the pre cum dripped from his tip.

“But what about the guys that are coming to buy off you? They might see us.” My eyes rolled into my head as he latched back onto my neck, rolling his tongue over my skin as he ran his hard cock against my clothed pussy, pushing into my covered entrance as a deep growl rose from his chest.

“So what? Then they’ll know you’re mine.” I didn’t have time to give him any kind of response asides from meeting his stare, I couldn’t even remind him that he didn’t have a condom on because at that moment his had ripped my panties to the side and buried himself inside of me. I almost screamed out embarrassingly as the feeling of him filled me up perfectly, his length hitting a spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. He reached down to pull my legs up around him, shifting his arms to wrap around my back as his mouth settled on my tits bouncing with his movements.

“I was wrong y/n, you’re not a whore. You’re my whore.” I gasped loudly and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder as he thrusted deeper into me, crying into his delicate skin as his pace picked up.

My cheeks blushed hard as the sounds falling from his lips made me giddy, I was lost in my own feeling his body was creating inside of mine, but knowing and hearing how good I was making him feel?

God, it was sinful. Something I was willing to go to hell over.

I clenched my walls together around the size of him as he pushed back into me, Eddie faltered and fell against me, moaning into my neck as his pace turned frantic.

“Fuck y/n, what are you doing to me?” His voice was primitive and excited, low enough that the vibrations set my skin on fire. The sound of my name on his lips was enough to send me over the edge, somehow Eddie already knew my body better than I did because his hand fell between us to rub fast circles on my throbbing clit as I threw my head back, in seconds he had hurtled me over the edge as bright spots burst across my vision and I collapsed against his chest with a scream that echoed around the clearing.

It was almost too much as he pumped even deeper into my pussy before shivering over me, pulling me against him tight enough to crush me as he rode out his orgasm inside of me, as he roamed his lips over any patch of my skin he could get to, I gently stroked my fingers through his loose curls, using my free hand to trace my nails on the back of his neck as he shuddered and convulsed, smiling as he moaned my name one last time.

To say that we had untangled ourselves from each other and pulled our pants back up literally in the nick of time, was an understatement. The pair of seniors that Eddie was selling to, stumbled through the undergrowth into the clearing as their loud laughs filled the air until the spotted us next to the table, I spun away quickly as I wrapped Eddie’s jacket tighter over my naked torso as I looked around for my shirt. The newcomers shot us confused looks over my presence as they made their way towards Eddie, pulling a wad of cash from the depths of their pockets.

“Uh hey man, we still good to do this?” The taller senior spoke up.

Eddie spared me a quick glance as he pushed his hair away from his face, striding over to where I hid away at the opposite end of the table. I looked up in shock as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket that I still had on, his hand squeezed my hip playfully as he pulled the bag of drugs from the side of it, winking at me as I dropped my gaze and smiled.

His own smile dropped, and the careful angry mask fell into place as he turned back to the guys waiting impatiently, his hand outstretched as he waited for the money. The one who spoke handed it to him as the other shouted gleefully.

“Damn y/n, I knew you were a slut, but the woods? Really?” I spun around to face the shorter friend as he pointed at my shirt caught on the branch of a nearby tree, swaying rudely in the wind.

I had been watching him but even I wasn’t quick enough to see it, in a split second the guy’s head snapped back harshly, and blood spluttered from his nose, spraying over the grass beneath him. Eddie pulled back his fist and shook it as he flexed out his fingers, his eyes flashing to the other senior as he ran to his friends aid.

“Ow son of a bit-“ I stood rooted to the spot as Eddie examined his knuckles, watching the calm lines of his face strain as he kept his voice even and watched the dude he punched cower over in pain.

“Don’t ever call her that again. Don’t even look at her.” He flicked the bag of drugs at feet of the pair of them as the taller guy tried to wipe the steady stream of blood away and the other one cried out like a child.

My eyes flashed to Eddie’s excitedly as he reached out his hand to me, holding his arm out behind his back as I leant forward to slide my shaking fingers into his secure ones, he gave me a reassuring squeeze as he tugged me away from the scene, shooting me a confused glance as I moved away from him to reach for my shirt.

“Leave it, you look better in my jacket.” He shook his head as we walked back to the path, I laughed at his carefree expression, shocked at his ability to stray from the conformant of society so easily.

“See y/n, I’m mean to everyone.” He joked, shooting a look over his shoulder as the pair of students disappeared around the corner the further we walked down the track, I watched in awe as his back muscles flex as he towed me forward.

“Just not to me right?” I quipped back, the light airiness of my tone not quite concealing my sense of seriousness. My stomach tightened as Eddie looked at me with a mix of sadness and genuineness.

“Never again sweetheart.” He squeezed my hand again with a small smile, his voice as honest as I’d ever heard it, his words sent a thrilling feeling of happiness through me because this time, I believed him.

Part Four

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lotussuns · 4 months

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implied fem! reader. she her pronouns used. kind of suggestive but no smut, talks about porn mostly. minors don’t interact please. i just spat it out in one sitting so lots of spelling mistakes probs. ooc gojo! he’s a loser

just a thought that i had today hihihi. i imagine a future where both gojo and geto are in their early twenties, in the middle of getting their teaching license to teach at jujutsu high. they are both young, healthy, attractive men so they sleep around a little bit, and of course share their experiences and preferences with each other. that further escalated to porn.

so geto and gojo have a tradition of sharing porn with each other. if geto finds something super hot, he most likely will send it to gojo to get a second opinion and they both talk about how that actress looked super hot while getting pounded from behind, or that they should find a hottie to have that specific threesome with.

anyway geto starts noticing a weird trend with the actresses that gojo sends him. why do they all … kind of look similar, they all kind of look like you.

it’s either the same hairstyle, same body type, similar facial structure. and geto is fucking freaking out because they have known you for like 3 months?? you just started here?? and he knew gojo was obsessed with you, everyone could tell (apart from you) but he didn’t know it was this severe.

he sends a quick text.

“i didn’t know anyone could be this down bad.”

which gojo quickly responds to with

“HUH?!”

“WHAT HAPPENED.”

geto answers with a vague. “i know what you are doing lol did you think you were slick like that.”

gojo fucking spirals.

“WHAT DID YOU FIND DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING LAPTOP?!?!?!???!??!!!!”

“HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING TRAITOR IM TELEPORTING HOME YOU FUCKCKDMND.”

geto is super confused like what the fuck? gojo sent that shit himself, it was quite obvious the actresses looked as close to you as they could. was gojo not even realizing that? he couldn’t understand what the man was so worried about.

“?”

“what are you talking about lol. you sent that shit yourself.”

gojo responds with another wave of panicked texts.

“FUCK I CANNOT TELEPORT HOME IM TOO BUSY WHAT DID I AEND WHERE.”

“PLEASE SUGURU DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS PLEASE YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME ALL HOU WANT JUST DONT TELL ANYONE.”

and now geto was super confused what else did gojo hide from him. he decided it was the perfect opportunity to fuck around and find out.

“you’re absolutely insane i cannot believe you did that. sick fuck.”

geto’s phone once again lights up like crazy from all the notifications he’s bombarded with.

“PLEASE DONT TELL HER PLEASE.”

“AND DONT DELETE ANYTHINF DONT TOCUCHHF IT.”

“I WORKED SO HARD ON OUR LITTLE FAMILY.”

“SHES PREGANANT WITH OUR 6 CHILD ND IT WAS SO HARD TO GET OUR PENFHOUSE WITHOUT ANY CODES I EARNDNDD THAT SHIT WITH REAL WORK SUGURU REAL HONEST WORK NO MOTHERLODE AND SHIT.”

“I EVEN PAYED FOR OUR WEDDING MYSELF.”

and it was then that geto realized gojo was talking about something more cringe that his porn preferences. he was talking about the sims.

gojo fucking satoru made you guys in the sims. married. with 5 kids and 1 on its way.

after the initial wave of tremendous cringe geto felt in his body (he almost collapsed from how intense it was) geto didnt know if he should laugh or cry from how much of a pathetic loser gojo was, but he knew he would never let him live it down.

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jazminrhode1 · 6 months

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Hey Hi girlie, I love your writing so much!!! I was wondering if you could write one where Matt or Chris reconnect with an old friend that they have always had feelings for (and everyone could see it) and she's always been with other people but, finally sees what's always been right in front of her? Super sngsty and maybe kinda leaving us hanging because I'm always down for part 2!!! Thank you hun <3

Looking At The Moon Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You realize that it's been Matt all along.

Word Count: 971 words

“Did you ever think you’d end up with Vinny?” Matt asked. The question caught you off guard.

You had spent the day back home in Boston celebrating Nate’s birthday. It was the first time that you had all been back together properly since the triplets moved to LA. It wasn’t quite the same as it was before they left but, you were glad to seem them all again.

As you lay on the floor of Nate’s lounge room, your friends were packed in beside you like sardines. It was 3am and you and Matt were the last two people awake. It felt like the old days.

“Sorry,” he said when you hadn’t answered after a while.

“I always thought I’d meet my soulmate in school and we’d fall madly in love and that’d be it. Just like my parents. You know, high school sweethearts and all that. Even though we dated for 4 years, I’m not sure that I ever really thought that it’d be Vinny” you explained.

Matt nodded his head slowly. Did you ever think it could be me?

“What about you?” you asked, “Do you think you’ve met your soulmate?”

Matt stared at the ceiling, “I hope so,” he replied, “I don’t know, I always hoped that one day I’d look at an old friend and think, ‘It’s been you all long’.”

You were intrigued as you propped yourself up on one elbow, turning yourself to face him. Chris had fallen asleep between you both and you squinted your eyes in the dark to make sure he was still asleep.

“Do you think you met her in LA?” you asked. You wanted to catch up on the gossip that you’d missed out on since they left.

“No,” he replied quicker than a horse out the gate. It’s you. It’s always been you.

You racked your brain trying to think of one girl that Matt had ever shown any interest in. His date to the middle school dance? One of the friends y’all lost touch with? Was there someone at Star Market you didn’t know? It was probably one of Justin’s friends - this kid’s delusional.

As Chris stirred in his sleep between you both, you sucked in a sharp breath in an attempt not to wake him. After some time had passed, Matt got up and gestured for you to follow.

You crept up the stairs behind him to Nate’s bedroom and climbed through the window onto the roof. It had been years since you had come up here - you could see the whole neighbourhood from this spot. Matt wrapped a blanket around your shoulders as you sat on the freezing cold tiles. You had missed doing shit like this with him. You had missed him.

You remembered sitting at the window with him at daycare as he waited for him Mom every afternoon. When your Dad took the training wheels off your bike a little too early, he was the one who kissed the scrape on your knee to make it better.

When you had free time in the first grade, he would let you share his pencils or read books with you on the beanbag in Mr Wilson’s reading corner. Every day at lunch he’d trade half his sandwich with you even if you both had peanut butter and jelly.

He was always there. He always listened, he celebrated your achievements and supported you through the tough times. If there was one thing you knew for certain it was that as long as Matt was around you’d never be alone.

“Isn’t it crazy how much has changed in the last two years?” you asked as you looked out to the dimly lit street.

“I don’t think all that much has changed. Not anything that matters anyway,” he replied.

Matt had a habit of talking in riddles sometimes. You never really quite knew what was going on in his head.

“Fair enough,” you replied. “Do you ever wish that you didn’t leave Boston?” you asked.

He took a moment. You could see the thoughts racing in his head as he fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve. “I think that the people make the place,” he replied.

“Do you wish you never left you family?” you asked.

“Yeah… And, Nate…” he answered. And you. I wish I never had to leave you.

You took in a deep breath and laid your head on his shoulder. “I always thought growing up would be so much fun,” you said.

“It’s not fun?” he asked. “It’s not easy,” you replied as you both sat in silence, looking up at the moon.

After a while you looked at him and said, “promise you’ll remember me when you’re looking up at the moon in LA.”

I’m gonna wish that you were there with me. “I promise,” he said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Promise me you’ll send me pictures of whatever reminds you of me,” he asked and you pinky swore that you would.

When he went back to LA, he sent you snapchats every night of the moon from their balcony. You sent him pictures from the scrapbooks your Mom had made for you when you were younger.

There was a photo of the two of you from the first day of high school and beside it your Mom had written, “I hope one day you see what has always been right in front of you.”

You went back and forth for weeks on end not knowing if you should send it to Matt or not but, you inevitably decided against it. Instead, you took a pen to the page next to your Mom’s note and wrote, “Perhaps I’m realising a little too late that it was you all along.”

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ja3minz · 2 years

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ranking nct dream on who has the best stamina

(aka who’s gonna bust the quickest) — inspired by a thread i saw on twt

7 — renjun

okay this might be a controversial pick but…hear me out. he’s impatient to the core and he can’t control himself when it comes to you. i don’t wanna say you can train him to be better at it but you can lmfao. he makes up for it by a lot of foreplay, probably makes you cum with his fingers or mouth a time or two. but once he’s out, he’s out. like i could see him nutting and then wanting to go right to sleep honestly. he’s like drained, but he kind of loves the feeling it’s why he likes you so much.

6 — jisung

as an (amazing) dancer i know he probably has incredible stamina and has the possibility of being able to go, but c’mon. so sensitive. the feeling of a warm, tight hole pulsating on his dick, your moans, the intimacy of it all. he wouldn’t be able to control himself. but he could definitely go for multiple rounds, because once he’s started he just wants more. i kinda see jisung as the bf that wants to fuck all the time and not in a bad way he’s just so into you.

5 — jeno

i just think he can easily get wrapped up in the moment of it. i just have this image of him (strong boy) having you folded up like a goddamn pretzel and he just loses himself and it’s like he’s a whole different person. eyes rolled, toes curled, hands gripping you tight, he just loses it. he isn’t super quick though, he does last long enough. there’s been a time or two where you didn’t get to cum and he felt awful about it (bc he also tires out quick when he cums) but it’s because he puts so much into it. definitely, like. one of the roughest ones in bed.

4 — mark

okay, it’s kind of a 50/50 shot for mark i think. depending on, like, how much time he has, how tired he is, how horny he is, in the perfect scenario he can go all night but he also can go quickly. i don’t know, i think he’s probably great at quickies. i also get the feeling he doesn’t have to stall for time by pulling out, he can just sit inside of you and pace himself. if that makes any sense.

3 — jaemin

jaem’s best feature is that he’s fantastic at stalling and you almost don’t even realize how long it’s been. like he’ll have you so fucked out with his words and his fingers alone that by the time he gets his dick in you that you’re the one cumming quickly. he also likes to take his time with you, spends a lot of time on foreplay, likes edging you, again he gets you so wound up that he doesn’t even have to fuck you yet.

2 — haechan

also a fantastic staller thanks to that motormouth. he can dirty talk you for hours, intentionally edges you (and himself) to prolong it because he just likes having sex. the atmosphere of it is addicting, he loves being wrapped in you and having you at his mercy (or the other way around). he can go for quite a while honestly and i also think he cums a lot. 🙊 not that that has anything to do with anything but.

1 — chenle

oh you cant tell me this man can’t go hours. chenle the type to fuck you until your brains numb. until your so sore you can’t move. he’s the type to fuck you so good you don’t have to touch yourself for at least a week, you’re keen to just wait for him. also you’re just so sensitive that you need the time to recoup. you could start at 8pm and finish at 3am and im not kidding. you need to have water ready, it’s a marathon. he likes it entirely too much when you’re a puddle of nothing because of him.

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sublimetragedychopshop · 6 months

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BABE PLS PLS PLS BRING BACK PLAYER YAN X READER

Player Yandere Part 2 (sorry it’s not long like last time)

This is for everyone that wanted a part two cuz I didn’t even know where to go off of after the first part The story sets with our dear Bitch Yandere who finally figured it out that they have feelings for you right? That YOU are the one making THEM feel all these feelings that they thought they were INCAPABLE of. It was quite the shock. But getting over that their goal changes just ever so slightly.

Plan:

1. Make you fall head over heels for them.

2. Use you

3. Toss you away in the most humiliating way possible

Yeah then it became this:

1. Make you fall in love with them

2. LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND NEVER LET YOU GO

3. Have a happy life and even death because I swear they are planning to bury y’all in the same coffin.

Yeah, not too much of a change. Though just when they finally realized that they are in love with you, they start small. First, deleting any other person in their phone; cuz having other people in their phone would be cheating right? Bye, past hookups. Bye, friends with benefits. Bye, dumbass dorks that thought they had a chance.

Next was the stalking information gathering! When they were playing and bothering you before; they never really dived deep into you. Sure they used to take a glance or too at your social medias (or lack thereof). But now they seemed to make it a habit of learning ALL THEY CAN. What do you like to do outside of school? Which subject is your favorite? What’s your favorite food and why? Do you love them? Ever had a childhood pet? What is your favorite memory? Do you think about them as they do you? Ever had any girlfriends or boyfriends? (Careful with this one; your answer will result in the possible death of someone) it seemed they liked to keep information about you in their phone-that they filled with you, you, YOU- in flash drives, computers, notebooks. Even though they don’t seem like the studious type, they would EXCEL in the study of YOU.

Third, was getting their new found feelings across to you. People SNAP their necks at the 180 degree turn of their personality now. It seems like a totally different person has taken over their body. Do they have a twin or something? Because (yan) would never talk like that or do those things in a MILLION years. Their usual flirty, easy going personality switched to a regular and reserved one. No more unnecessary touching, sweet words or crude gestures. No, that side of them is ONLY reserved for you now. They HAVE to let you know how serious they are about you. How much they are willing to change just for you to look at them even for a moment more. Open and sexy clothes that they used to wear? Oh yeah, they only wear modest clothing now. Why? Because that’s basically disrespecting you! Why should other people get to see them like that when they are all yours?!

Surprisingly- or not— everyone catches wind of this. News is spreading like wildfire everywhere. From their little posse of gossipy Rich kids to even the nobodies of the school know now that the schools “Player” changed and fell in love. Of course everyone is coming up with their own story.

“I heard that they are being blackmailed by (y/n)- something like their parents are secretly SUPER RICH and they have some dirt on them-“

“No- (y/n) DEFINITELY did some type of hypnosis on them.” “Alex told me that (yan) got SOLD by their parents to (y/n) so that they wouldn’t go bankrupt. Like, one direction wattpad plot who?”

It was very annoying for you. Coming back to school expecting for everything to be normal, only to come back to your usual pest (yan) acting weird and even MORE annoying than usual, news that your in a relationship they you didn’t even know about, rumors of how your blackmailing, trafficking,brainwashing someone that you would LOVE to get rid of.

With a sigh, you got up to leave the classroom. Lecture time went by as you tried so hard to focus on the teacher, but to the pin prick feeling that you got from peoples stares made it a little hard to concentrate. Even walking through the campus, people felt the need to LITERALLY, VERY OBVIOUSLY stare and whisper in your direction. Let’s see how you react to this situation now..

(Sorry babe, life has been kinda busy lately. Thanks sooooo much for requesting a part 2 tho! 💖its nice to know people really like my schmuck of a yandere. If anyone has any ideas, comments or anything my inbox is open !! 💖)

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere shitpost #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere ramblings #yandere scenarios #yande.re #yandere player!#yandere oc #sorry it took me forever I was getting my ass beat by school

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kitsuvil · 1 year

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— genshin x sick! gn! reader hcs

characters; xiao, tighnari, childe, cyno

warnings; comfort, fluff, sickness/fever

summary; how your boyfriend takes care of you when you feel under the weather !

— XIAO;

- he’s better at telling if you have a temperature through the forehead touch than most people are, there’s a certain vibe and energy he gets from a forehead that’s burning hot and definitely sick

- he offers to bring you soup that’ll warm up your body and kick out the sickness

- there are also techniques that he uses to keep his energy balanced so he tries to help you attempt them, so that while your sick, your energy doesnt become unstable

- he tries to be super nonchalant about it because he understands that getting sick is normal, especially for a human that is more vulnerable than an adepti is to the world around them

- but its always guaranteed that regardless of how casual he seems about it, you will be his number one priority when you’re sick and when he doesn’t have his eyes laid upon you, he’ll be constantly worried about your condition getting worse

- that mf be underestimating our immune systems!!

- his genius idea is just to make you unsick as fast as possible so that there’s no way your condition could get worse in the first place

- he’s normally already pretty quiet, but when you’re sick, he won’t allow you to talk nearly at all so that you don’t get too overwhelmed. he basically makes you bedridden until you get better

- he also understands that if you’re in a lot of pain, it’s more difficult to fall asleep, so he will stay with you until you fall asleep and rub his hands through your hair or message your hand until you’re able to finally get some rest, but he’ll usually never admit that it’s only for you and hint towards the fact that he gets some sort of benefit from it too

- what is the benefit he gets? we’ll never know </3 maybe it’s the fact that he gets to admire your beautiful face the entire time, even while sick and everything, or maybe it’s just the comfort he feels while in your presence

- he believes in fresh air being an amazing remedy for stuffy noses so he takes you bridal style outside in the morning to watch the sunrise and breathe in (more like attempt to breathe in) the crisp air

- he also makes you take medicine that he learned to use from growing stronger with the other adepti and zhongli, zhongli already gives him pain killers, why not bribe him for some fever reliever, right xiao?

- “i still don’t understand why you insist on this strict regime every time i get sick. you’d think with how well you take care of me, i couldn’t even get physically sick anymore.”

- “even i get sick sometimes too, there’s no way that could happen.”

- “you? sick? lovesick, maybe,” you chuckle, “i’m kidding. thank you so much for taking care of me. i love you.”

- “lovesick?- it’s just my duty as your partner. nothing more, nothing less. but you’re welcome. it’s my way of giving thanks for your existence.”

- “those words sound so oddly cheesy coming from you.”

- “anyways. i love you too, now drink up your tea before it gets cold and it has no benefits anymore. i don’t want to make another cup.”

— TIGHNARI;

- the second you come up to him with the back of your hand up to your forehead, trying to sense your own temperature, he comes up and silently grabs your hand away just to check it for you.

- he gets pretty close while trying to check if you have a fever or not, in an attempt to hear if your heartbeat is any different from usual.

-sighs in relief after hearing that everything is working like it should

- he holds up the little green part of his bangs with his other hand while checking your forehead with his own and it’s really cute

- his ears become slightly downturned once he feels the heat, showing his disappointment with no words spoken

- “didn’t i tell you to not overwork yourself? now i’m stuck having to take care of you when i could be working.”

- “are you not working right now, mr. forest ranger?”

- “it’s different when my own partner got carelessly sick. you should know your limits, don’t put yourself under a lot of stress all at once. you can snuggle in my bed until you feel better, i’ll prepare some medicine for you.”

- he quite obviously knows everything in the book to make you feel better. all you need to do is name it and he will have something to help you. nonstop sneezing? easy, here’s an incense for that. want some magical shrooms to forget about the fact that you’re sick?

- he’s kidding of course, but sometimes if you feel bad enough to say yes, that’s code for him to pay more attention to you.

- super healthy food the entire time, lots of liquids, he will spoon feed you without hesitation if you feel bad enough and it just comes naturally to him because he’s been doing this kind of thing for so long

- i think this is literally the smoothest sickness you could have, you probably won’t even experience any worse symptoms. he never lets you reach the point where you need to throw up from your fever.

- always stuffed you under blankets and more blankets, so much that you coined the term ‘burrito sickness’ in your relationship.

- when he has to work but he doesn’t want to leave you, he’ll bring all his papers and study material to whatever room you’re staying at, there’s a good chance tighnari just forced you to sleep in his bed

- you always complain because then he’s the one overworking himself and not getting proper rest

- but he just looks at you as if whatever statement you just said didn’t exist and assures you that he knows what he’s doing

- u just grunt and roll over to the other side of the bed in response and probably knock out after the sleep inducing tea he offered you.

— CHILDE/TARTAGLIA/AJAX;

- he won’t notice immediately, but when you suddenly start acting dismissive to his flirtatious actions, his suspicion grows.

- normally he expects some sort of acknowledgement, at least a ‘shut up’ but instead you leave him with an uncomfortable grunt

- he eventually realizes you’re acting this way because you’re feeling way under the weather when he pretends to hug you but instead feels your forehead with his hand and senses you burning up

- gets angry that you didn’t tell him off the bat, here he is selfishly dragging you around and you’re not enjoying any moment of it

- after telling him that it’s just because you didn’t want to ruin the date you guys were having he immediately gets upset at you because why would he care more about the date over your health??

- “don’t even worry my lyubov, you can just make up for the date in bed after you’re all healed up” he sneaks you a wink

- he’s not the smartest of the bunch when it comes to all the herbal remedies but he is a genius when it comes to fever comfort foods

- he will cook you anything you’ve ever wanted provided your stomach can handle food, gourmet 5 star meals even, he is the one that will be the most obvious and open in his attending to you because of how much he cares for you, he even feels the need to remind you how much he loves you even when you’re sick

- lots of forehead kisses, his ideology is that if he gives enough cold snezhnayan kisses it’ll balance out the heat... idk where he’s getting cold snezhnayan kisses from though

- maybe his soul is that cold

- brr

- super warm for u tho <3

- if teyvat had nasal spray he’d shove it down those nostrils of yours instantly bcs i think he has childhood trauma of having the worst stuffed noses growing up (me too dw)

- he definitely has a lot of experience from taking care of his siblings when they’ve been sick before so it’s never a hard time with him, it’s super comforting if anything, knowing that you’re not alone

- “i’m still expecting you to make up for the date by the way. so get unsick faster” he teases you plenty while you’re sick, making fun of how badly stuck in bed you are

- he expects you to throw up on his shirt somewhere in the process i think he’s used to that too so he’s surprised at how smoothly it goes down with you LMAO

- “this isn’t a child why did i think i would get thrown up on anyway...”

— CYNO;

- cyno has probably never really had anyone to take care of him while he was sick so the entire experience is new to him, a lot of the time he unhealthily powered through his own fevers as if it was nothing, independence rocks ig poor cyno

- he realizes how bad it feels to see a loved one feeling super sick and not taking care of themselves through this experience

- he never really paid attention to the fact you had a fever until you brought it up to him, complaining about how bad you feel

- cyno seems like the type to have healthy smoothie recipes so he’ll offer up those but somehow warm them up so your throat isn’t dying but it ends up tasting BAD

- but at least cyno is TRYING, really hard at that, so you swallow down the drink without hesitation

- but he also definitely offers some medicine that he got after consulting tighnari lmao

- for the most part, it's a learning experience for the both of you, but especially cyno himself

- he learns a lot about what works and doesn't work when treating a fever or a cold, and he can recall at some point knowing these things, but during his time in the akademiya he realized he started not caring for it as much as he should've, being influenced by others speaking about health as if it were such a mundane thing in life

- mans definitely did not have his priorities set straight and neither does ANYONE in the akademiya i think they all need a break

- "cyno what do you mean you didn't know drinking hot tea helps you feel better? i thought that was like a first thing free from womb kind of knowledge... we have a lot of improvement to make..."

- "i may be bad at treating you right now but please y/n, i can see you holding back a cough, we can make the improvements after you feel better, don't act tough in your current suffering"

- after you get better, you make sure he won't let his own fevers go uncares for, you're here to give back and take care of him instead

this is my 4th time trying to format this post im miserable

im super sorry if cynos part seems super short and cut off it was like 2 am and i also find it hard to make heavy detail hc for cyno

this was written shortly after i was sick myself so this is my advice to everyone else to stay in good health <3 !

i know im supposed to be on hiatus. we are going to be hush hush about this and pretend like this post doesn't exist i just can't help writing and posting

#genshin #genshin impact #hoyoverse #fluff #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #comfort #xiao x reader #xiao #tighnari x reader #tighnari #childe #tartaglia #ajax #cyno x reader #cyno #genshin impact headcanons

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stvnszlr · 3 months

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HI! Here to beg u for Steven adhd headcanons

Pls i promise i'll be good this year.

oh my goodness … so um this is something i am like way too passionate about !! im going to seem like the craziest crazy person EVER by sharing this cuz i wrote .… a lot but u guys gotta stick with me okay you’ll see the vision

THANK YOU for asking this btw ! this is one of the things that makes me relate to steven the most ,,>_<,, and i will literally talk abt it anytime

☆ steven adhd hc’s / reasons why i think it’s possible he has adhd ! ☆ ( coming from someone who has a severe combined type adhd diagnosis )

please note this is all just speculation !! i’ve noticed some connections between his behavior / things he’s spoken about and adhd symptoms , but i am certainly no doctor and the only one who can truly determine any of this is steven himself . these observations are mostly just for my comfort as a neurodivergent person :)

ohhh stevie is a BIG stimmer :) he taps on everything in sight , he also hums a lot and likes to move his body ! bouncing , jumping , flapping , shaking , jiggling , playing with his hair ( i have video evidence sue me >:( )

people often describe him as “twitchy” , randomly making odd movements or sounds that can surprise and confuse those around him

vocal stims , dude . like my man is a parrot he’ll repeat random phrases over and over without thinking about it , just going about his day mumbling the most obscure sentences without even realizing

i’ve also noticed from watching videos he has a big BIG tendency to repeat things other people say !! i think that’s a combo of vocal stimming and also struggling to fit in when making conversation

he has literally confessed to having sensory issues related to taste and texture ??!?!? so i imagine he has them with other things too it’s mostly touch or sound related things that really get to him and can cause overwhelm but honestly anything that catches him at the right time will have him retreating inside himself and blocking everything out , unable to respond cuz he can’t think or listen

also seems to struggle with clothes touching his body ! he is always in loose tank tops and wears a lot of cropped pants / shorts , and has never really worn a lot of accessories unlike his bandmates . this could definitely be attributed to sensory issues , especially hating the feeling of wearing jewelry ( rings especially ) and also makeup on his face

drums !!! poppy loves drumming , it is SUCH a good stimulant for his brain cuz it works muscle memory , gives a dopamine rush , and combines both creative thought with an athletic activity

hyperfixations oh my god he is so bad . so so bad . he’ll pick up something for like a few weeks and dedicate EVERYTHING to it just to never pick it up again

very typical hyperactive type adhd , trouble focusing and sitting still OH MY GOD this man cannot sit normally for the life of him

um hyperfocus also !! drums is prolly his biggest one but if it’s something he’s super tuned into he can just . sit there and mindlessly work on it for HOURS before someone notices and is like hello take a break ??

didn’t like school cuz he always felt like he wasn’t smart , he was actually really interested by some subjects but just couldn’t keep up as a student :/ he also started getting into skating and music which were much better dopamine activities than school so he kinda just . quit ?

part of why his mom kicked him out so young , he was impulsive and reckless and very VERY high energy , easily irritated and his emotions had no filter / couldn’t control them or his actions based on them

this poor kid is so forgetful . he really cannot remember shit and it gets him in trouble a lot ! he’s gotta be reminded by the guys about EVERYTHING and it annoys them to no end , and steven always feels bad cause he wishes he could remember , but for some reason he forgets every time !

it’s where his irritability comes from too , he sometimes flips like a switch and can get really defensive and aggressive . he’ll lash out and turn really angry — not in a super serious way , but it’s the reason he gets in so many little fights with all the other guys , especially axl .

this is also tied in with the rlly strong sense of justice that neurodivergent people feel !! the reason he’d stand up and talk back when everyone else could just let it go

easier to fall into addiction and harder to get out of it . places a vice on his brain , trapping him in dependency on the drugs and making it so much more difficult to quit — why it took him so much longer to get sober than any of the others , even after all his health scares

drugs are also a coping mechanism for sensory issues and that awful , isolating feeling of being built just slightly different than everyone else

UM ???? LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT STEVEN POST GNR + LEAVING THE BAND IS JUST SCREAMING RSD ??? like the abandonment issues built up from his childhood ON TOP of being insanely sensitive to disappointing others / feeling unwanted ?? yeah i fucking understand why he couldn’t let go of it for almost twenty years of his life that’s like the worst possible thing to go through as someone hypersensitive to feelings of rejection bro . oh my god .

rsd also attributes to him being really eager to please especially with friends , and trying to talk himself up and seem cool and on their level and worth keeping around :(

i do also think it is likely that he learned to mask a LOT of his symptoms , of course not all of them ( as we can pretty obviously see in like . any video ever taken of him ) but a lot of the less socially acceptable ones he naturally forced himself to hide :(

#thanks for listening to my yapping #i am begging this man to take the brown scales test he would be off the charts #steven adler #saz speaks #saz requests !#guns n roses #gnr #steven gnr #steven adler adhd #guns n roses headcannons #steven adler imagine #adhd #neurodivergent

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taintedcigs · 2 years

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possessive [ex dilf!steve rogers x reader]

summary: ex dilf!steve is not happy when he finds out his ex wife has a date.

pairing: steve rogers x female reader

warnings: SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI !!!!! NO MINORS!!! unprotected sex, degradation and praise kink at the same time, possessiveness, steve is VV possessive and kinda toxic?? slight choking, slight breeding kink, rough sex, kind of a size kink not rlly.

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. APOLOGIES FOR MISTAKES I AM LAZY!!! also when i say reader is small i mean she is shorter/smaller than steve, i am not saying she has a certain body type !!!!!

Steve rubbed his face angrily as he huffed. “You didn’t tell me about this.” The look he gave you was sharp and daggering.

“I don’t have to tell you everything, Steve.” You murmured brushing past him in the kitchen as you started setting off the plates from the dishwasher.

Steve gave you a chuckle, one that didn’t sound like he found any of this amusing but rather a pissed off one, you knew it all too well.

“You don’t have to tell me everything, huh?” He mocked quoting you.

“You have to tell me if you decide to drop off my kids at their grandma’s.” He spat, turning around to face you.

“Our kids.” You corrected, holding his gaze.

“And what exactly was your fucking reasoning for this?” He questioned as he saw you all dolled up, wearing a tight dress.

You huffed in defeat, ignoring him as you spun around to continue setting the plates in the cupboard.

Steve didn’t take your ignoring lightly as he not-very softly but effectively took you by the arm, almost colliding his body with yours.

You gasped at the harsh action, “What the fuck are you-”

“I asked you a simple question.” He firmly affirmed, his ocean blues drawn into your orbs in a magnetic way that seemed to spark the ever so familiar feeling between the two of you.

You had been divorced for over a year now, but things never seemed to be calm between the two of you, and the two of you were avoiding each other constantly, because both of you were afraid.

As there were so many emotions, feelings that never seemed to go away.

And you had been missing his touch, the way his hands would explore all of your body, right before he destroyed you with his cock, disappearing in and out of you as he groaned watching you completely whimper underneath him, you missed his dirty talk, praises, and the degradation.

You missed his eyes as they gazed into yours that made you feel like he knew you too well, like he could see you for everything that you were. You missed the way he smiled at you when you played with his hair the first thing when you woke up.

And Steve was sharing this feeling too, he had spent too many lonely nights, too many nights where he could particularly feel the cold oozing through your side of the bed, he had spent too many nights where he felt his cock wanting to spring out of his boxers, cursing as he slowly stroked it, wishing your pretty soft hands were in its place.

Images of your mouth wrapped around his angry tip, licking off his pre-cum as his mouth left praises, the way he ruined you completely, and then put you all back together in a matter of seconds, the striking images were more than enough to bring him on the edge in a matter of minutes, spilling all over himself as he groaned out your name, missing the way your tongue licked all of it off of him.

He missed your sweet laugh, the one you gave him specifically after he told you a joke – a really bad one at that.

So when the next few words slipped past your lips, he wasn’t sure which emotion to feel first.

“I have a date.” You murmured, eyes locked into the ground.

Jealousy, anger, fear. Steve was feeling all three of them at once.

But jealousy and the anger that came with it were overpowering him, without thinking he spun you around, pinning you against the nearest wall, but still doing it in the most gentle way he could think possible to avoid hurting your frame with his super soldier powers.

“You have a what?” Steve spat, his eyes were burning red, the way his hands stood on your side was possessive, the stare he gave you was so intense that you were sure you had never seen him this jealous and possessive.

You opened your mouth to answer, but Steve interrupted quickly. “With who?” His jaw was clenched, not ready to hear the answer.

“Jack.” You murmured, finding it difficult to hold his gaze as you felt small under his 6”5 frame.

Steve shut his eyes in pure anger and agony, taking a breath in as he scoffed, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Fucking Jack!” He scowled. Steve hated him the second he had met him, the two of you had met Jack when you first moved into the neighborhood and he was convinced that Jack was doing everything he can to get in your pants because Jack would only flirt with you and try to make a move when Steve wasn’t around, and now he knew he was right about it.

“Steve, it’s not a big deal, I swea-”

“It’s a big deal, peach.” He interrupted, his grip on you tightening, and even if it wasn’t the timing for it, you could feel your heat growing wetter with his words and harshness.

You had missed Steve more than you let him know, his tiniest touch had you grow weak in the knees.

You almost whimpered when he inched close towards you, and you could feel his breath fanning against your face, all hot and bothered.

Steve noticed this immediately, he knew you to well not to do so, and a devilish smirk formed on his lips.

His hand gently caressed your cheek, the way he always did when he went to give you a soft peck, and your eyes closed shut at the action, feeling bliss in his touch.

“Tell me, doll.” Steve’s voice was much calmer and teasing now, his hands were cold as they landed on your thigh, riding up your dress as you sucked in a breath.

His touch was so soft and demanding that as soon as he circled around your panties you let out a whimper, Steve’s pants tightening at the sound.

“Can little Jack, make you fall apart like this?” He whispered against your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, as his finger slipped past your panties, sliding them down your thighs.

He let out a feral groan as he felt your wetness, dampening your thighs almost, he started playing around your clit, causing you to suck in your breath.

“S’fucking soaked for me, sweets.” He purred against your ear, his hands gliding in and out of you easily as your whimpers were blissful to his ears.

“Stevie…” The words slipped past your lips in a state pure of euphoria. He focused his one finger on your spot, causing you to almost scream out, as he pushed his other thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Tell me, angel. Can he touch you like this?” He scowled this time, his movements were quick and harsh.

“No, he can’t!”

“Only you... Stevie…” You were barely able to form coherent sentences. But your words alone weren’t enough for Steve.

His free hand quickly grabbed your phone on the counter as he handed it to you, you eyed him confused.

“Then call him and tell him angel. Tell him the date is off because your sweet little cunt is going to milk my cock, the rest of this night. Tell him that I own you, and I own this tight little cunt of yours, and tell him that I’m going to ruin you.” He looked pretty serious as his eyes darkened.

“Tell him to never fucking call you, because the next time he calls I will answer.” He threatened, as his fingers stretched you, making you gasp, you without question nodded.

You were mesmerized by him and ready to comply any of his requests, you had been waiting for his touch, to feel him, to feel his cock ruining you completely.

Steve dialed Jack and handed you the phone, he unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants quickly, taking off his boxers to free his painful bulge, hissing as his angry red tip, leaking with pre-cum faced towards you.

You licked your lips at the sight, spitting in your free hand as you were waiting for Jack to pick up and taking him in your hand hungrily, giving his cock a few strokes.

Steve hissed in frustration, “No teasing.” He scowled, patting away your hand.

Jack picked up the phone, “Hello?” He answered, Steve hungrily attacked your neck, ripping apart your dress with one movement, as his eyes devoured your bare breasts flashing him, he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands played with your nipple as he latched on one of your nipples, hungrily, sucking, pulling and everything filthy he could possibly think of.

“Hey... umm...” You muttered as you could barely form words. “I need- I need to cancel our date.” You stuttered as you felt Steve pinch your nipple.

“Why is that, sweetheart?” Jack answered through the phone, and Steve was sure he was seeing red as his head popped up, grabbing you harshly as held your legs.

“Up.” He demanded as you jumped and he wrapped your legs around his torso. “Uhh, is everything okay, sweetheart?” Jack said again as Steve growled once again.

Steve lined his tip with your entrance, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt, waiting to be ruined by him.

Without warning, he pinned you further against the wall and pushed himself inside of you, your cunt milking him instantly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Your cunt gripped him nicely, making him feel nuzzled by your warmthness, he was sure he was seeing heaven, and he never wanted to let this feeling go.

He growled against your ear and choked you out with his free hand, muffling your moans as he watched the way your tits rise up and down, making him sink lower into you.

“Tell him.” Steve groaned. “I-I’m with Steve.” You whimpered. “What the fuck?” He answered back to you. But you were too fucked out to even reply.

Steve was in pure bliss as he rocked his hips rougly and deeper into you, splitting you open until he was sure you were stuffed with his cock.

“I’m with Steve…” You repeated again, now fully displaying your groans. “I’m his and his only.” You added, looking up at Steve innocently, and he gave you a smile.

“Good girl.” Steve purred, satisfied. Ripping the phone away from your hands, placing it on the counter, but not ending the call.

“D’you know how badly I missed this, angel?” He asks, his thick thighs pushing your legs wider, “I missed the way this cunt was milking my cock.”

“Missed the way that tight lil’ cunt was squeezin’ my cock.” He growled, harshly gripping into you, your hands tugged on his hair guiding him to go faster.

“Date with Jack, huh angel?” He asked, as the fullness made you whimper once again. You shook your head.

“No, it was a bad idea, Stevie…” You murmured between your breaths, and Steve chuckled.

“It sure was, sweets. You think that dumb boy would be able to fuck you like this?” He questioned, holding you closer and splitting into you further.

You shook your head quickly, grunting at the movement, “S’stuffed with my cock that you can’t even speak doll?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, eyes still shut from the pleasure.

“Look at you sweets, s’fucked out that you can’t even form words, lookin’ so pretty being ruined completely by my cock.” He purred, his hips pushing against you.

“Needed this so badly, needed to stuff this tight lil’cunt to the brim, show you who owns it.” He groaned loudly, slipping himself out to pounds himself inside your walls in a glorious thrust once again, making you scream out.

“It’s yours, Stevie. I’m yours…” You murmured, still barely adjusting to his size after all these years.

He presses his forehead against yours, slamming his lips and suffocating you in a dizzying kiss, “Missed those sweet lips.” He murmurs.

Steve hungrily continues his pace, rocking his hips further and faster, earning groans and please’s from you, and he groans every time you beg him.

“Stevie, gonna- gonna cum!” You add, sobbing into his shoulder as your nails claw into his back, “Fuck- fuck.” You curse out.

“Such a dumb little baby… my little cock slut…” He purred. “Cum for me, sweets.” He didn’t stop as he roughly pounded his cock inside of you, your sweet cunt taking all of him as you released through him, gush of wetness pulsing out of you.

Strained moans escaped your lips as the sound of his skin slapping against yours was faintly heard in the background.

You screamed out his name as you shattered in his arms fully, your release caused your pussy to be tighter as it squeezed Steve’s cock better than ever.

Your cries of pleasure sending him right over the edge. “Fuck- fuck!” He cussed out.

“Squeezin’ my cock so fuckin’ well, peach. This pussy was made for me.” He lets out between strained groans.

“Fuckin’ made for me. You’re mine and mine only.” He grunts as he pounds his thick cock deeper than before.

“Gonna fill you so deep with my cum, sweets.” He purred.

“Want that, doll? Want to be full with my cum, have it leakin’ out your pretty legs?” He asked as you nodded.

“Yes, yes Stevie! Want your cum…” You answered tired out and with that Steve came with a groan, releasing his warm seeds within your waiting cunt.

He let out a last groan as he slowly came down from his high, he pulled out of you and he admired slowly as you felt his warm cum leaking out, dripping down your thighs.

Steve gave you a slight smirk, helping you adjust and balance as you felt too fucked out to move, he gave you a slight forehead peck, the one he always did as a comfort right after you had completely fallen apart underneath him.

Steve held you in place and then looked at the phone in the counter, smirking he picked it up, “Still here, huh?” He mocked, the line was silent.

“Did you hear her, punk? Hear how she screamed out my name when she came all over my cock, how I own this sweet tight cunt of hers, hmm?” Steve asked and it seemed like Jack wasn’t going to answer and Steve decided he had enough of his fun.

“Don’t call or contact her ever again, or else I will be the one you’ll have to deal with.” He threatened in a rough manner, and he smirked as the line went dead.

“So fuckin’ pathetic.” He scoffed.

“You’re an idiot, Stevie…” You murmured tiredly, giggling at your ex-husband’s possessiveness, and Steve’s eyes glimmered as you did so, missing your heavenly giggles.

“C’mere.” He nudged as he scooped you up, carrying you to your bed. He put you down gently and he went through your closet to give you something to put on, a smile appeared on his face as he found a few of the shirts that you loved to wear of his.

He took one of the oversized shirts, and helped you wear it then he slowly put the blanket over you, giving you small kisses as you hummed.

The jealousy and anger part of his emotions were starting to wear off, and the fear was starting to set in. The fear of losing you, forever.

Steve was regretting the divorce and had never in a million years thought of you moving on, and now it was straining him, the thought of you going out with someone else.

The thought of you moving on.

He wanted you to be happy, he really did. But he always thought the two of you would be together, no matter what.

“I don’t like him, y’know.” Your words helped him get out of the agony in his mind, he eyed you carefully.

“I talked to Natasha, three days ago.” You murmured. “She told me, that- that you got a date.” Your face soured quickly.

“And I- I just…” You couldn’t form a sentence. “It just hit me. You were moving on, there just wasn’t a way for us to be together again, ever.” Your vision blurred as you couldn’t stop the tears forming.

“I just felt this sharp pain, knowing that I was probably never going to be with you again… And then I just around the neighborhood one day and Jack asked me on a date…”

You took in a deep breath, “And I said, yes, because, I knew you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears were staining your cheek and Steve was sure he couldn’t breathe.

He wanted to punch himself for hurting you, and the way your cheeks were stained earlier by pleasure were now replaced with pain caused by him which made him want to make it all go away, he wanted nothing but the best for you.

“Hey… hey…” He caught your attention as he softly wiped your cheeks, kissing your tears away.

“I never stopped loving you…” He murmured against your face between the kisses, taking your face in his hands as he stroked your cheeks adoringly.

He sighed, “I never went on the date.” He let out softly. Your face lit up quickly at the information, your eyebrows nuzzled in confusion.

“I didn’t get around to go it, I- I tried. But then as I was about to leave and checked my wallet, that- that picture of you fell out.” He whispered almost.

“You know the one I took when we first got our house? You were working in the garden and I was carrying our stuff.” He gave you a smile, and squeezed your hand.

“Then I found this old camera of yours, the one you got as a kid and had pink stickers on it?” You nodded giggling.

“And I took many pictures of you as you chased me yelling at me to stop because you had dirt on your face and you looked “ugly”.” He scoffed in air quotes.

“You never did, I swear you could live in dirt for a week and I would still think you would be the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He gave you a smile as you gazed at him in awe.

“We would probably have shower sex for a while but-” You gasped dramatically, giggling as you gave him a playful slap, making Steve chuckle.

“And after I saw that picture, I cancelled, because I never stopped thinking about you, not even a minute. I know we’ve been trying to avoid each other since you know, but I only did that because I couldn’t handle the feelings of seeing you again.” You smiled up at him.

“So, I didn’t stop loving you, I never could.” He sighed.

“I wish I could, but I’m still pretty much in love with you, peach.” He gave you a smile, and you chuckled at hearing the nickname.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You murmured, giving him a light kiss. “I- I don’t know where this will take us, or what will happen. But I want to try again.” You said confidently.

“Me too, sweets, me too.” Steve said happily as he took his place next to you on the bed.

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