CHRIS REDFIELD
Resident Evil: Death Island (2023) dir. EiichirĆ Hasumi
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A LOOKÂ FOR THE HISTORY BOOKS.Â
for âȘ @kookthief <3
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long tag ramble below u have been warned
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besotted
pairing: Azriel x fem reader
word count: 3.7k
warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff
summary: Rhys and Feyre have asked you to babysit Nyx for the day, meaning you get to spend the whole time enjoying one of your favourite weaknesses: your mate cuddling cute babies.
a/n: thank you so much for the love, it's been so lovely đ«¶đ». this fic is completely self-indulgent - I don't even want children but the thought of handsome men with babies? lord have mercy. My inbox is always open for a chat or fic suggestions /requests. Enjoy loves.
Velaris was truly stunning in every season, every weather, at any time of day, but for you, your favourite time in the city was during the height of summer. When the weather was perfect, the warmth not too stifling, and the evenings cool, the sun glistened on the smooth water of the Sidra, and the air was filled with the soft chattering and laughter of its citizens that lasted well into the evening.
A soft grin played on your lips as you strolled through the streets of the city you had grown up in, the warm breeze gently blowing the gauzy material of your trousers and licking at the stretch of skin exposed at the waist due to the cropped top you wore - the beautiful outfit a gift from your close friend Amren who shared your sense of style. Your confident and sure steps took you past familiar shops, filled to the brim with their exquisite wares as you approached the handful of shops you needed to visit.Â
As you neared the first shop you needed to visit, you turned your head slightly when you felt one of those familiar shadows that followed you everywhere. It slipped up your arm and affectionally curled around the skin between where your shoulder met your neck. The darkness cooled your warm skin, causing a soft smile to fall on your lips when you thought of the man to whom they belonged. Since being mated to Azriel, a handful of his shadows were always with you, and you had grown very fond of your own little shadows. According to the spymaster, they had left him on their own accord, feeling as protective of you as their master did. They acted almost as a messenger service between you and your mate.Â
"Are you okay, babe? One of your shadows just tapped me on the shoulder."Â As you entered the small shop, you spoke gently through that sparkling, glimmering thread you shared with your favourite person in the whole wide world.Â
"When are you heading back?"Â His deep, midnight-laced voice slipped into your mind, and you had to hold back the involuntary shudder as you touched one of the children's toys hanging on a rack before you.Â
"Why are you missing me already, Az?"Â Judging by the chuckle you heard that echoed in your head, he could practically hear the teasing smirk in your words.Â
"Always, sweetheart."Â There was a pause, and your eyebrows furrowed. You realized that something was actually amiss, and he wanted you home. "Nyx is fussing, and I don't know what to do."
This time, you chuckled out loud as you grabbed the toy from the rack and took it to the counter at the back of the shop to pay for it. You smiled gently at the shopkeeper, who warmly greeted you.
"He's probably hungry, babe; give him one of those bottles Feyre left. They're in the fridge."Â Rhys and Feyre had to attend a last-minute meeting today with the Court of Nightmares and Eris from the Autumn Court. They politely asked if you and Azriel could babysit Nyx on short notice. Initially, Azriel had put up a bit of a fuss, arguing that he needed to be there at the meeting, but Rhys had reasoned that Cassian would be there, as would Mor and Amren. Plus, he would show Az everything through his daemati ability. Feyre had sweetened the blow by telling Az you and him were Nyx's favourite aunt and uncle and that they trusted him the most to look after their precious son.Â
You had beamed at Azriel's shocked face, winking at Rhys as you had shared in your amusement. Azriel was absolutely besotted with the tiny babe and would protect him with his life if needed. You had no doubt Azriel would immediately sacrifice his life for Nyx, no questions asked. Privately, you had agreed entirely with the idea of you and Azriel protecting Nyx from a security perspective - both of you ready to use your extensive abilities to protect the tiny fae - but also because it meant you could watch Azriel cuddle the baby. In the last couple of months, it had become one of your favourite weaknesses when it came to the shadowsinger.Â
"Oh yeah, ok."Â Relief washed down the bond as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed the bottle from the fridge, remembering how to warm it and test its temperature.Â
"You've babysat Nyx before, Az; you're a natural at thisâtrust your instincts, babe."Â You assured him as you passed the money over to the shopkeeper, gave her a warm smile, thanked her, and took the small bag she set on her counter. Wishing her a goodbye, you left the shop and stepped back into the warm streets of Velaris, heading towards the next shop.Â
"I've never babysat him before on my own!"Â You could practically hear the panic in his voice, and you shook your head absentmindedly at his lack of confidence in something he was exceptionally good at.Â
"You're his favourite uncle for a reason, Az! I won't be long, promise."Â
"Hurry back, sweetheart. I miss you too."Â A warm caress reached you through the bond, accompanied by the feeling of his shadows sliding up your thigh, the phantom feeling of his hands on your skin causing you to jolt ever so slightly. Wicked little things.
You had been hesitant to leave the Town House, which you and Az now called yours, this afternoon, but with Nyx arriving at such short notice, you needed more time to get some supplies in. You desperately needed some baby stuff and food for both yourself and your mate. You were just exchanging money with the butcher when you felt another frantic pulse through your bond.Â
"Babe, he's crying again! He's had the whole bottle."Â You sent your mate a pulse of affection through his bond, trying to calm him down as you slid the package of food you had just brought into one of your bags.Â
"Sweetheart, you need to burp him now."Â You gently reminded him.Â
"Oh shit yeah."Â You laughed at your mate, drawing some strange looks from passersby, which caused a slight blush to rise on your cheeks.Â
"No cursing around the baby!"Â This time, you felt Azriel's amusement through the bond, a warm beat of laughter that you would spend forever trying to coax from him - his laughter, deep, rich and full, was one of your favourite sounds.
"He can't hear me." He reasoned, his voice now calm now that you had given him a plan of action. He thrived in coordination and planning, able to adapt in times of chaos, but he preferred a detailed and methodical approach to everything. Even in the bedroom.Â
As you stepped out of the final shop, your purchases swinging from your hands, your face turned up to catch the afternoon rays as they gently warmed your face, you felt another shadow creep up your arm to practically tap on your shoulder.Â
"Fuck, now he's crying so loud I think he might bring the roof down!"Â Azriel was panicking again, and you could imagine him running his slender fingers through his hair - tuffs of midnight black standing up in a messy array as he started to pace.
"Az, calm down - he needs to sleep."Â In the Town House, Azriel felt a wave of calm wash over him as he listened to your levelled voice. No hint of irritation or annoyance in your voice. Even after all these years, he still had to fight his instincts that told him you would get tired of him and his pestering, overprotectiveness or panic, but you had been steadfast the entire time. Making sure he felt supported and loved through everything, and he could never be so grateful for the connection you had built together, the love you shared and the life you had crafted with each other.Â
"I've tried putting him down, but he screams louder."Â He sounded tired, and you had to stop yourself from teasing, knowing that wasn't what he needed right now.Â
"Pick him up. He probably wants you to cuddle him while he falls asleep."Â If you were being honest, you couldn't blame Nyx. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, compares to Azriel's cuddles. You always felt so safe, so protected, and so comforted in his arms.
"Ok, yeah, I can do that. Gods, why are you so good at this love."Â You chuckled at the exasperation in his voice. Azriel must have been so agitated because, through the bond, he sent you images of him gently picking up a crying Nyx, his sweet face red and crumpled as he cried, and holding him to his chest. You tried so hard not to focus on those broad, beautiful, strong, scarred hands as they firmly held Nyx, thoughts of how he had held you last night entering into your mind unbidden and causing you to stumble on the uneven cobblestones of the path you were walking, "Careful love."Â You felt Az chuckle.Â
"Ass."Â You felt his amusement through the bond and his relief as Nyx began to calm down and snuggled into Azriel. "You're a natural at this, Az, though. I'm nearly home."
"See you soon, love."Â At the sound of his husky voice, filled with love, you felt your pace pick up as you made your way towards the beautiful home you shared, eager to get home to your waiting mate.Â
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The Town House was quiet and bathed in darkness when you stepped inside. Trying to make as little noise as possible, you carefully set your bags on the entryway floor and slipped your shoes off, the cool wooden floor of the house soothing your hot feet.Â
A handful of shadows flew through the air towards you, darting around your body and playfully getting tangled up in your hair and clothes. They whispered at you to be quiet and told you that Azriel and Nyx were in the main living room.Â
With a grin on your face, you tip-toed over to the doorway to the living room and leaned against the frame as you took in the heartwarming scene before you. You had to physically stop the tears brimming in your eyes as you gazed at your mate, gently napping on the sofa with a content and fast asleep Nyx resting on his chest, softly snoring in the way only babes can.Â
The scene before you was so soft and sweet that you indulged yourself for a moment, picturing your own child fast asleep on your mate's strong chest. You stared for a while, marvelling at the beauty of Azriel. His strong arms were exposed due to his sleeveless top, his Illyrian tattoos proudly swirling around his dark skin - arms you know would hold you close in the dead of night, keep you standing when you were weak and protect you until the ends of the earth. His soft, slightly curled, midnight hair gently fell on his proud forehead, making him look almost boyish and not the formidable man he presented to the rest of the world. His soft, full lips that were parted slightly in sleep. His strong jaw and proud nose, his sculpted body and thick thighs. He truly was heaven-sent. Â
"I can feel you staring." He mumbled through the bond, and you had to stifle a soft laugh. Of course, Azriel wouldn't be entirely asleep - he rarely was; at least some part of him was always awake and alert. You think the only times Az had ever wholly given in to peaceful sleep was those precious weeks after you had accepted your mating bond when he was so tired and content to be next to you and holding you close that he couldn't resist falling into a deep slumber. But only after he had made sure the wards protecting the secluded cabin were still secure, ever the spymaster.Â
You pushed away from the doorframe and padded towards where your mate was sitting. He opened his eyes slightly, still sleepy from his brief nap, and his lips curled into a warm smile as you approached.Â
"Hi, love." You whispered as you bent over the back of the sofa to grip his face and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Kissing Az was something you would never get over, even after decades together. The feel of his plush but slightly chapped lips against yours, his delicious taste and scent enveloping your senses, had your toes curling against the cold wooden floor.Â
"I'm so glad you're back." You beamed at him as you stared at his upside-down face, gently stroking his jaw and feeling the slight stubble against the soft skin of your hands.Â
"Seems like you've got it handled," you teased as you turned your attention to the sleeping child on Azriel's chest. You reached out a hand to gently brush Nyx's soft hair off his forehead, desperately holding in the coo that threatened to leave your lips as he let out a soft sigh and nestled further into Az's chest. Who could blame him, you thought? You had the exact same favourite sleeping position.Â
"You're definitely better at this than me," he mumbled as you skirted around the sofa to sit beside your mate. He ever so slowly and ever so gently shifted so as not to wake Nyx so you could tuck yourself into his side. His arm curled around your shoulders to bring you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your temple.Â
"How long has Nyx been asleep?" you whispered as you snuggled closer to your mate, hand reaching out to gently stroke up and down Nyx's back in a soothing manner you knew he liked.
"About 20 minutes." You hummed, proud of Azriel for handling the situation. He had been so nervous around the babe when he was first bornâso conscious of the tiny, breakable fae he now felt some reasonability for.
"I'd say you've had it completely covered, babe." Nyx stirred ever so slightly, and you knew from experience that you had exactly 5 minutes before he woke up and was agitated again due to not sleeping enough.Â
A soft hum filled the quiet air as you got up and gently took the sleeping child from Azriel, whispering soothing noises. He stirred slightly as you manoeuvred him into your arms. You bounced ever so slightly on your toes, continuing to hum a lullaby you had heard Feyre singing to him the other day as you walked over to the travelling crib Azriel had set up next to the sofa. Ever so gently, you lowered Nyx into the plush mattress, stroking a finger down his cheeks in a way you knew he liked as you watched him settle back to sleep.Â
Azriel just sat back, arms spread out on the back of the sofa behind him, as he watched you so expertly soothe Nyx. He could practically feel his eyes turning into hearts as he watched you, almost unable to control the all-consuming feeling of love that was threatening to spill from him. He loved you so much and had done so for hundreds of years, but in recent months, watching you become so enamoured by your nephew, a new tentative love grew.Â
You turned around, and Azriel offered you one of his sweet smiles before holding out an outstretched hand and silently bidding you to return to his side. With a matching grin, you took his hand and let him pull you in beside him before shifting you both, so you were lying down on the sofa, both facing Nyx as Azriel wound his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest.Â
A feeling of absolute contentment flooded Azriel as you lay there, breathing in your sweet scent and kissing your soft hair. You shifted closer to him, fingers stroking over his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Mirroring smiles danced on your lips as you watched your nephew and enjoyed the comfortable silence that had settled over the Town House.
"I love seeing you with Nyx Az." You whispered into the soft silence, and you felt a pulse of utter adoration through the thread you both shared.Â
"Hmmm, do you, love?" He mumbled into your hair, an ear-splitting grin stretching on his lips. He was unable to deny that primal part of him that basked in the glow of your wordsâthat you had admitted enjoying seeing him with children.Â
"It's my ultimate weakness." He chuckled softly.Â
"Seeing you with him is mine, too," he confessed back, his arms loosening as you turned around to face him. For a minute, you just looked at him, eyes drinking in his handsome face, flitting over his lips and his nose before settling on his hazel eyes, which were gazing at you with such emotion that a lump formed at the back of your throat.Â
Slowly, lazily, you brought your hand up to trace the features of his face before gently pushing a soft curl of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. The ring he had gifted you nearly 60 years ago glinted in the dim light.Â
"Have you ever considered it?" You whispered shyly. It wasn't a topic you had discussed with Azriel much; there simply hadn't been enough time. Shortly after the bond had snapped for the both of you - after years of pining and yearning for each other - Rhys had gone under the mountain. You had spent those long years trying to hold everyone together, and then Rhys had returned, and you had been focused on bringing him and Feyre back from that dark place where they had found themselves. Then, the devastating war you had all been plunged into. It had not been an environment you could ever bring a child into.Â
"What?" He knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear the words come from your lips.Â
"Having children of our own?" The words felt fragile between you. Deep down, you knew you were both on the same page, but still, this was not a conversation you had had before. The soft smile dancing on Az's lips soothed you, however, as he, too, brought his hand up to delicately trace your features.Â
"I didn't think I would ever get the opportunity to be a father, certainly didn't think I would be a good one. But seeing you with Nyx these last couple of monthsâŠyeah, I have." His confession was soft, and you couldn't help yourself as you closed that small distance between you two to press your lips to his in a kiss that held a promise and contained all of the love you could ever feel for the male. His arms wrapped tightly around you again as he held you close and lost himself in the delicious feeling of your lips on his.Â
You broke away gently, slowly, languidly, eyes still closed as you leaned in to press short kisses to his lips. Resting your forehead against his, you stayed there, breathing him in, hands softly caressing his face. "You will be such a good dad, Az. You will be patient, kind and considerate. Fun when you want to be, firm when you need to be, and comforting when they're sad or frustrated. I've thought about it too." You made sure you delivered the words whilst looking him in the eyes, conveying just how much you meant the words.
"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse, and you spotted tears brimming in his beautiful eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at the fact that he had so desperately needed to hear the words. You leaned in to kiss his lips again, hand resting on his chest to feel his thundering heart as he breathed in a shaky breath.Â
"I don't think I'm ready just yet. I still want to experience life with you," you whispered, an amused smirk playing on your lips. You hadn't had enough time with Az yet. There was still so much of the world to see, so many things you wanted to explore with just your mate before you put down roots and grew a beautiful family of your own.Â
"I feel the same." He reassured, pulling you closer again, desperate to make sure not a single inch of space was between you two.Â
"But when the time is right, when we are ready. It would bring me nothing but joy to have children together." A stunning smile you had not seen before stretched across Azriel's face, and you gasped at the powerful pulse that reverberated down the bond from your mate. It was pure lightâbeautiful, gleaming lightâsuch happiness radiating from between you two that you imagined both of your skins glowing with it.Â
"I love you so much, Y/N." He said reverently.Â
"I love you too." The distance between your lips closed again as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, tilting your head slightly to deepen in - determined to convey just how much you love him, how thankful you are to the Mother and the Cauldron for giving you, Azriel as your mate. You felt him moan softly as you slipped your tongue past the seam of his lips, gently licking into his mouth as you swallowed the soft sounds you were both making. You pulled away with a mischievous grin dancing on your lips, "Gods, our kids would be cute."
"Do you think so?" He asked, pushing your hair behind your pointed ears so he could see your face clearly.
"What, you don't?" You asked in mock shock and horror, causing another chuckle to rumble through his chest.Â
"As long as they take after you, sweetheart, they will be the cutest children Prythian has ever seen." You laughed at him, but secretly, you hoped they looked nothing like you and took after the incredible man you had been mated to for all of these yearsâthat they had his kind eyes, gentle smile, and luxurious locks of soft midnight hair.
"I can't wait." You whispered as you laid your head down beside him, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent of mist and cedar, the smell of home.Â
"Neither can I, my love." He whispered back to you as he held you close, kissing your hairline and temple. You both let your heavy eyelids droop as your limbs tangled on the sofa. Nyx continued to sleep softly beside you. One day soon, it would be your child in that crib, you promised yourself and Az through that golden thread deep in your heart before you both fell peacefully asleep.Â
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Felix Catton x reader where he invites reader to Saltburn and he confesses his love to her. Super fluffy đ«¶đ»đ©
This was long as shit! But I hope you like it! đŠŠ
You honestly thought Felix was taking the piss upon extending you an invitation to spend the summer at Saltburn. You even waited for Farleigh to come out of nowhere to make his usual passive aggressive commentary in regard to your seemingly gullible nature, but nothing.
No Farleigh.
None of Felixâs little posse of posh cunts were nearby to poorly conceal their laugher behind their hands.
It was just you and Felix sat upon a stone bench somewhere, to which you mustâve looking like an right idiot, with your mouth opening and closing like an goldfish in disbelief at what you were hearing. âSo what do you say?â Felix asked after a prolonged period of awkward silence, looking as though a little on the verge of imploding at any given moment.
You blinked once, twice, then a third time for good measure before clearing your throat. âYeah, sureâŠIâd love to but why me-â your sentence was cut off when Felix let out a relieved sigh as his mouth stretched into a smile, revealing his pearly whites, also as though he wasâŠhappy that you had accepted his invite; A reaction that naturally caused you to become curious as to figure out the reason why.
âOh thank fuck, you almost had me second guessing that you werenât going to come.â He said, looking at you with eyes that seemed to be reading your entire being, reading your each and every breath with such attention; so much that you swore it was as akin to that of a creator admiring his first creation. You -much like everyone else at Oxford- were very familiar with the stories that came with the supposed friends Felix had taken to Saltburn; they go to Saltburn, things seemingly get weird and the friendship is tarnished, then by summerâs end Felix next speaks with them again.
Used and discarded within the same breath.
You soon came to the conclusion that you didnât want to be the next discarded toy on Felixâs long list of broken things. It wouldâve been better had Felix kept his distance and stayed with his little posse, but he didnât and now you were riddled with the endless possibilities that laid ahead of you. âWouldâve been a real shame if I did.â You said, hyper aware of the fact that Felix was still staring intently at you. âBut Iâm glad you didnât.â He says softly, taking one last puff of his cigarette before its dying embers dwindled down to the bud, tossing it aside carelessly once itâs use has been served.
âSo am I.â You replied, looking away from him and elsewhere as you pondered to yourself what you had gotten yourself into and what terrors would await for you at Saltburn.
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Your first couple of days at Saltburn were okay to say the least.
Well that was mostly because Felix insisted that youâd spend the most of it together. So no matter where it was that you went through the manor, Felix was never far behind, looking over you like a protective shadow.
The pool? a shirtless Felix was sat poolside with a cigarette handing loosely from his lips, reflective shades concealing his dark eyes that you could feel shamelessly drinking you in as you dipped a toe.
The living room? Felix was there with a selection of movies and snacks that he retrieved from the kitchen along with comfy blankets.
The library? Felix was there reading a book that went over the treatment of women in Greek myths.
Bathroom? Felix was also there because upon giving you a grand tour of the intimidating building, he had informed you that you were to share a bathroom, instead of having you journey to the other side of the house to occupy another one.
You even remembered one time where you were deeply engaged in a topic with the likes of Farleigh and Venetia about Felixâs recent attitude towards you, with you being in denial and Farleigh and Venetia trying to make you see reason; When Felix came into the room as though looking for something, and upon seeing the three of you together, his jaw began to clench. It wasnât until that very moment did you begin to take note of how Felixâs reluctance in having to share you with anyone else, and how it was staring to look something similar to a stubborn child who refused to share what he thought rightfully belonged to him.
âTold you.â Farleigh said with a winning smirk after Felix left the room in a huff. âHe doesnât want to share you with the rest of us, he only wants you for himselfâŠand in more ways than one.â He adds on, obviously knowing something that you didnât.
âWhat do you mean by that Farleigh?â You had tried to ask but all he did was shrug nonchalantly and cryptically said, âyouâll see soon enough.â
You guessed you understood where Felix was coming from, I mean you did come here because of him, so naturally you were meant to be spending most of your time with him. However with what Farleigh had said earlier, you couldnât help but theorise that there was a much deeper reasoning for Felix to have invited you to Saltburn; A theory that would later be put to the test when you were getting ready to go to bed, pulling back the covers just enough for you to slip in with ease, when a knocking at your door caught your ear.
âY/n. You in there? Iâve been meaning to talk to you about something recently and it couldnât wait any longer.â It was Felix. Your brows furrowed at this, what could he possibly want to talk about in the middle of the night?
As to not keep him waiting any longe then he mightâve been before knocking on your door. You quickly made your way to the door -though not before making sure you looked presentable- and opened it to see Felix stood in your doorway in his sleepwear, which consisted of a short sleeve shirt and a pair of blueish gray boxers, as his dark hair looked ruffled as though he had just been vigorously running his hands through it just minutes prior.
Either way he still looked extraordinarily appealing to the eye. However that was just how Felix looked to near enough everyone; extraordinarily delectable.
âWhat conversation could possibly be so hard for you to not wait until tomorrow to have?â You asked, brows raised, wanting nothing more than to put an end to all the mental gymnastics youâve put yourself through within the past couple days; It got exhaustive after a while and his childish antics of giving you the cold shoulder didnât make matters any better.
âLook, I know Iâve been a bit of a dick to you recently.â Felix began.
âA bit?â You echoed, slightly annoyed. âFelix you wouldnât even look at me when I went to the pool, which if I remember correctly,â you placed a finger on your chin, faking a face of deep thought before clicking your fingers and leaning in towards him, âyou invited me to earlier that same day.â You concluded dryly. âSo how about you explain that before whatever you wanted to talk about, just so Iâm given more of a clear picture as to where we stand.â
âFuck. I fucked up.â Felix sighed under his breath as he ran his hand down his face, his dark eyes peering down the elongated hallway in hopes that no one -Farleigh- would come out and see what was all the commotion about, before they returned to look into yours and decided to just skip the words he was planning on telling you and just get straight to the point; long winded speeches of love was never his thing when he could just be straightforward about it. After all he was Felix fucking Catton, but it seemed that just being in your presence was enough to leave him a little speechless.
âI like you.â He began but immeditly felt that like wasnât the right word to use when putting into words of what you did to him. âNo, that donât sound right because at the end of the day y/n, I fucking love you.â Felix corrects himself and you immeditly felt the anything that you wanted to say to him exit your brain, as his sudden declaration took its place as the only thing that you could clearly focus on. âI brought you to Saltburn in hopes that one day I would stop being such a pussy and tell you how I truly felt.â Felix then looked saddened as he continued. âYet it seems that the only thing Iâve managed to accomplish is pushing you away because I thought that you wouldnât want me like that, and would try to drive that home by spending time with Farleigh and Venetia.â By the time Felix had finished pouring his heart out to you, everything leading up to this very moment started making a lot more sense, even Farleighâs cryptic response made sense.
This entire time Felix was planning on confessing and Farleigh knew, which meant Venetia mustâve knew and therefore his parents considering how upon meeting them, they seemingly knew everything about you in incredible detail. You knew Felix was a bit of a blabber mouth under certain circumstances, but you didnât ever think that he would ever rant to his parents about you in the slightest and in a positive light too. Though it did feel a little odd at first when Elspeth complimented your eyes but now you knew why and you couldnât help but be flattered; Felix is a handsome and beautiful man that to be viewed within the same perspective was a new feeling entirely.
âReally?â You asked, biting the inside of your cheek, praying this wasnât an extremely realistic dream.
âReally.â Felix replied without hesitation, beaming as he brazenly took a step towards you.
âYouâre not fucking with me?â You asked again, still somehow not finding any of this remotely real, now bitting down on your bottom lip this time.
Felix stepped even closer to you now that you could feel his body heat, his hand gently holding you by the chin as his thumb gingerly pried your bottom lip from your teeth before then moving his head so that it was resting against your own, forcing you to focus on the dark pair of eyes that looked right back at you in a way that one would a masterpiece. âIâm not fucking with you.â He spoke in a low but soft tone of voice. âI think youâre the most beautiful and the most amazing person I have ever met. Youâre genuine, youâre kind but most importantly, youâre real and I both envy and adore you for that.â Felix finishes and you couldnât help but groan with impatience.
âYou couldâve conveyed all that if you wouldâve kissed me.â You whined, hands finding their home within his hair, raking and slightly tugging at the tresses, making him laugh. âAs you wish.â He utters cheekily as he then descends his lips upon yours in a passionate kiss that conveyed everything that had been said and more.
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Lost and found - Chapter 2
adult Neteyam x female human scientist
Words: 2.8k
Summary: Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?
Warnings: explicit smut, oral, somnophilia, kidnapping, non-con elements, Naâvi in heat, scent kink, size difference, semi-public, biting, fingering, p in v, language barrier
Notes: Here is the long awaited pt2 and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one đ«¶đ» (check my masterlist to view all parts)
The tiny human looks so peaceful in her sleep.
With her chest evenly raising and falling, soft noises of dreams leaving her parted lips and hair in a mess.
Neteyam was lucky he arrived at high camp way past the eclipse and everyone was already sound asleep, otherwise he wouldnât have managed to sneak her into his marui without anyone noticing. His parents would most definitely skin him alive the next morning anyways, when they find out his chosen mate was not only a human but an RDA scientist too. Maybe he could hide her for a few more days of peace, if he could somehow manage to make her understand that she wasnât allowed to leave his marui and make any noises.
But that was something he didnât want to waste a thought on right now. He would have to think about a solution for this little problem in the morning. Right now, he was entirely too busy watching her sleep.
Her sweet scent still lingers in the air. Usually it wears off after the first mating but he knew that his heat would probably last a while longer than that. A day or two maybe, he didnât know. Maybe even longer, given how potent her scent was when it first hit him. Originally, Neteyam wanted to give her space and let her rest for a while, at least until he truly couldnât bare it no more and had to mate with her again. But it seemed like this case didnât even need to occur. He hadnât even reached his physical limit yet, and already couldnât withstand her any longer.
Neteyam made sure to be as quiet as possible, as he got up from his current position and moved over to her. Utilising years of experience in stealth as a warrior and skilled hunter, he pulls the thinly weaved blanket off of her, to reveal her bare limbs. She was still naked, no surprise after he had left her destroyed clothes behind in the forest. She wouldnât need them anymore anyways. Tomorrow, he would make her some new ones. Some that didnât made her look even more like the alien that she was.
Carefully, he repositions her to lay on her back, her soft thighs spread wide enough to make room for him. Neteyam places a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, both eyes fixed on her face. Her features are clam and relaxed, eyes still closed shut and he smiles to himself. He knows itâs probably not the best idea, knows heâs testing his luck but itâs just so hard to resist her.
He kisses her again, on her pubic bone this time. A quick look to her face âstill nothing. Another kiss is left right on her core and when sheâs still seemingly sound asleep, Neteyam knows heâs good to go. His tongue is gentle on her, sliding from her clit, leaving soft kisses here and there, to her entrance. She tastes as sweet as she smells and he canât help the excited sway of his tail moving behind him when he realizes. A small gasps leaves her lips, when the tip of his tongue experimentally dips into her. Neteyam stills for a moment and musters her face before he continues.
Heâs still gentle but there grows a force behind it, a need desperately restrained because he doesnât want to wake her. He wants her so bad, yet he knows the human needs her sleep to fully recover. Sheâs just so fragile, he didnât want to break his newly found mate.
Neteyam carefully spreads her open with one hand and finds her opening with the other. Deceptively small, but surprisingly elastic. She seems so tiny until his dick was splitting her open, swallowing him up, hugging him deep and tight. He traces his name over her clit with his tongue, marking her most sensitive part for himself, before he slowly slides a finger inside her. She moans quietly in her sleep, her cheeks now flushed red and Neteyam hopes her dreams are as sweet as she was.Â
She was getting wet âlike, really wet.
He smirks as he laps up some of her slickness where it leaks around his finger and his eyes roll all the way back into his head from her taste. Heâs getting hard, too. Playing with her like this was a lot more fun that he thought it would be. Neteyams eyes fall closed as he devours her, relishing in the sweetness of her arousal. He doesnât even realize how her breathing increases until suddenly, her tiny hands find the crown of his head. She mindlessly brushes through his braids, not fully awake and aware of what was happening yet. But then she tugs on his hair, just as he sucks on her clit. She hums, a confused sound leaving her lips before she fully registers where she is and Neteyam opens his eyes to look up at her. "Sleep well?", he asks her, using the very few words in her language that he actually knows, with a kiss to the little nub that brings her so much pleasure and her hips jerk.
"What theâ", her eyes widen in shock and she tries to close her legs around his head, but a pair of strong hands effortlessly keep them apart. Neteyam is quick to hush her. "Shh, be quiet", he whispers, "Iâll make you feel good, but you have to stay quiet for me."
"Listen, I have no idea what youâre saâ ah!" Before she can finish her complain, Neteyam lowers his head again. Expertly, he finds her clit and sucks. He circles it with his tongue, but when a moan escapes her lips, he stops. His gaze flies up to find her face and he simply looks at her with his brows drawn together. No words are exchanged, until the only sound thatâs heard is that of her rapid breathing. Only then, Neteyam lowers his lips back down again, eating her out like a starved man.
Her thighs quiver in his hold and her hips jerk, desperately trying to get him where it feels best to her. At one point, Neteyams tongue slides over her entrance and dips inside, as far as he can reach and she moans again. And again, Neteyam stops. His eyes find hers, a stern look on his face and she swallows thickly.
"Okay, okay I get it", she murmurs quietly between breathless pants, "Quiet. Iâll be quiet."
What a smart girl, Neteyam thinks with a grin. The second he closes his lips around her clit again and sucks, he could feel heat spread through her entire body, heralding her impending orgasm. With the way she squeezed her eyes shut, her lower lip sucked in between her teeth to prevent herself from making any noise and the way her hips bucked up âShe was begging him wordlessly to make her cum and so he pushed another finger into her, pumping in and out of her wet center. When she starts to tug on his hair again, in an effort to get him exactly where she wanted him, Neteyam canât help but grind his hard cock against the ground, desperate to get to his release himself.
He then forces another finger inside her and she throws her head back, whimpering quietly. "Youâre doing so well, so good for me. Cute little human", Neteyam coos in a whisper, comforting her. A new wave of her sweet scent suddenly rolls off of her, as if she was reacting to his words or his actions, he didnât know, but he wonders how she was even doing this. For a faint moment, he wonders if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but then he feels his heart hammer inside his chest and it felt like he had been set aflame. His body was reacting to her scent instinctively. The sensation was particularly acute between his thighs, where an aching need throbbed, beating to the frantic tune of his heart.
He couldnât take it anymore.
There was that yawning, aching void inside her, and her body needed something to fill it. Her body needed to be filled, Neteyam was sure of it. Her cunt pulsed, clenched around his digits and then a feverish wave of shivers went down her back, making it arch off the floor. Neteyam chuckled and the vibration against her core almost sent her over the edge. But then he draws away from her and sits back on his heels.
Her eyes fly open and itâs almost adorable how she looks at him, as if she was disappointed that he had stopped. Keeping eye contact with her, he licks his fingers clean of her slickness and watches her cheeks turn redâ a quality his people did not possess. It told him that she was embarrassed. Flustered. She really was an adorable thing. Still a human, but a cute one.
Neteyam settled himself between her spread thighs, hooking her legs over his arms to fold her into a weird position where she was trapped, not only under his, but also her own weight. A soft whimper escaped her at the sudden closeness and Neteyam cursed the mask she was wearing, because he was close enough to kiss her like this but the thin glass hovering over her face prevented him from it. Instead, he choose to bury his face in the space where her delicate shoulder met her neck. He felt her pulse, rapidly beating, where he pressed his nose against her.
He kissed her soft skin there, while his cock, hard and already leaking pre-cum, glides between her wet folds. He grinds himself against her for a while, relishing in the feeling of her slickness covering him like a second layer of skin until he was nice and wet and ready for her. He draws back a little more, until his tip catches on her entrance and then he pushes himself inside. Sheâs still so tight, clamping down on him with enough force, it makes him hold his breathe in order not to groan out loud.
Neteyam was doing what his body was clamoring for. He kept filling her, his cock stretching her walls, making room for himself inside of her. She was tiny, but she was taking him. Even better than the first time, he remarked. Her body released more of her slickness to ease the way and finally, he was flush with her. Connected like two pieces of a puzzle. She was keening as quietly as possible but when he moved his hips and thrusted into her for the first time, a moan slipped past her lips.
Where he had left soft kisses earlier, Neteyam suddenly bit down on her neck. Not hard enough to draw blood or actually hurt her, but enough to remind her what she had learned earlier.
"Quiet, remember?", he whispers into her ear through gritted teeth and her breathing hitches. He feels her shift and quickly nod her head as if she understood what he just said. Not the words maybe, but their meaning.
Neteyam feels how she focuses on breathing, on getting air into her lungs. What had once been such a simple, effortless task was now a struggle. He could hear her whimper softly as she gulped oxygen in small gasps and when he thought that she was ready, he snapped his hips against hers. Every part of her tensed, her bottom lip sucked in between her blunt, human teeth but she kept quiet. "Thatâs a good girl", Neteyam says against her skin, kissing the marks his teeth had left on her.
Unfortunately, the only thing neither of them could keep quiet, where the slick, obscene noises at every stroke of his cock inside her pussy. Neteyam had to grit his teeth hard to keep himself from groaning, cursing and praying in his mind that nobody could hear what was going on in his marui.
The pace in which he was fucking her in switched constantly, trying to make the sounds less obvious just in case any of his family members would wake up. From short, deep strokes, to fast, rapid thrusts that had both of them panting into each others ears.
The little human was close again, he could feel it. She was trembling on the edge of it, squeezing around his cock painfully tight. Instead of the groan he wanted to release so bad, a huff of breathe escaped him. Just barely.
"You know, you really donât make this easy for me, little oneâ, Neteyam whispered as she kept clenching around him. Her small arms had laid themselves around his neck and pulled him close, like she was trying to hide herself underneath him.
The little punched out noises she makes every time he thrusts into her and the mewling whimpers she canât stop every time he pulls out are music to his ears, but sheâs just too fucking loud like this. Her noises are barely above the sound of a whisper, but still enough to be heard by any Naâviâ thanks to their distinct hearing.
"Shhh", he coos, "I know it feels good, but you need to be quiet."
Neteyam knows heâs asking too much of her, yet it makes him all the more proud when she finally comes and not a sound falls from her parted lips. Itâs a silent scream, like sheâs choking on her vocal cords. But in exchange, he soft, velvety walls suck him and clench around him, squeezing tight enough until heâs unable to pull himself out. To him, it felt like she was trying to milk him dry and suddenly, it felt like the whole world came crushing down on him.
Neteyam couldnât help it.
He buries his teeth in the crook of her neck, bites down onto her sweat slicked skin as he comes âbecause if he didnât, he wouldâve been moaning for the whole clan to hear. The human twitches below him, her hands clawing to his back as he fills her with his cum. Itâs on the edge of overstimulation, but he keeps trusting into her a few more times just to make sure that every last drop of his pleasure was pumped into her pussy, before he finally pulls himself out.
Theyâre both covered in sweat, panting and trying to catch their breaths as Neteyam sits back on his heels to admire her. Her eyes are half lidded and sheâs seemingly on the verge of falling asleep again, much to his amusement. He was going so easy on his mate, yet the little human could barely keep up with him.
For a moment, he doesnât know what to do with her. Itâs not like they could just sit there and talk, let him explain anything to her, so he quickly settles to lay beside her. He would let her rest for a while longer and then, in the morning, he would decide on how to handle the situation.
The sounds of her odd breathing mask were a little annoying at first, but at the same time strangely comforting. It reassured him of her presence, even when he closed his eyes. Thanks to this, he could pinpoint the exact moment where her breathing evened and she fell asleep. He curled himself around her smaller frame, his tail coming to rest over her thigh, gently swaying over her skin to comfort her in her sleep. She was so tiny and fragile, a very primal part of him made him want to protect her even more because of that. He pulled her closer until her back was flush with his chest, her head coming to rest on his arm.
Neteyam laid with her like this for a while.
He wasnât sleeping though, still cautious of any noise that could imply that his parents or siblings were awake. But the only sound that reached his sensitive ears, where the ones coming from right next to himâ the low grumble of her stomach. She was hungry.
Carefully, he slips his arm out from underneath her head. He redresses himself quietly, before he moves outside, in order to find something suitable for her to eat. Fruits would probably do, he saw Spider eat them once. If he could consume them without further complains, she could too. Neteyam didnât want to let her try any meats or other things for now. Based on her blunt teeth, he wasnât sure if humans were even meant to consume meat. He would have to ask her what food she preferred, once she had learned how to communicate with him.
A small smile spread over his lips by thought of that.
But when he pulled the woven cloth that represents the entrance to his marui to the side, his heart stops for a beat and his smile drops instantly.
The sight of his brother standing right there in front of him made him swallow dryly. With his arms crossed over his chest, Loâak glances over his older brothers shoulder.
"Youâre gonna be in so much trouble, bro."
Oh great mother help him.
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Hello!!! I have a request if thatâs okay with you. đ
Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesnât have the courage to talk to him because sheâs too shy?
I donât really have a plot in mind so thatâs up to you!! Iâm sorry I couldnât come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, youâre so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. đ„čđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:
I did my best c: I hope you like it!
Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)
Word Count: 1538
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?
A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!
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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you werenât so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you werenât perfect, and neither was anyone else.Â
Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places.Â
You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.
Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize.Â
They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didnât present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward. Â
You didnât succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in.Â
A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didnât mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to.Â
You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didnât have to say much to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didnât have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods.Â
You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own.Â
For the last two days, youâd been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly, and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things -Â
Everything, actually. The Chinese food youâd had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s?Â
Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSubâs letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinsonâs poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous?Â
You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, thatâs very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.
Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSubâs letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didnât do well with small talk, and Spencer didnât ask you any overtly personal questions.Â
It wasnât until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAUâs office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself.Â
There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic.Â
Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side.Â
He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. âYour supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?âÂ
You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.
âStudied a lot in undergrad,â you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary.Â
âWhat university did you attend?â Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know?Â
âI went to Bennington College to study poetry,â you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. âBut I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Masterâs in Linguistics.âÂ
âReally? Thatâs fascinating,â Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didnât sound the least bit sarcastic. âThat combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or  they stop at a Bachelorâs degree. The latter statistically donât end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.âÂ
You werenât sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. âOkay,â you murmured, biting your lip.Â
âCan I ask you another question?â Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. âDo I⊠do I make you uncomfortable?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo,â you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, ââŠwhy would you ask me that?âÂ
Spencer turned to face you. âYouâre just very quiet unless weâre discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just⊠I donât know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.âÂ
You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing youâd wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didnât deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad.Â
 âI just donât talk a lot,â you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit youâd had for years. âI mean, I do with people I know, and thatâs not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I justâŠâ you realized you were rambling. âYou didnât do anything wrong,â you added, your voice just above a whisper.Â
âThank you,â Spencerâs lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. âFor clarifying, I mean, that I didnât offend you.â He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. âSo, does that mean that if we got to know each other, youâd talk more?â The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew.Â
You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You werenât actually looking at the letter, though. Youâd just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. âThatâs generally how it goes,â you murmured, biting your lip.Â
âSo, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?âÂ
Your eyes fluttered over to Spencerâs and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face.Â
Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldnât resist when he spoke again. âSo, is that a yes?âÂ
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Hello do you take requests cause I had this idea in my mind but I suck in writing
how bout a ghost x reader where he had a bad day and takes it out on his beloved reader who he's been in a really long relationship with, by starting an argument and maybe saying some really mean and bad things that break the reader. Like the reader is only a shell of herself and completely ruined by ghosts words and just crying or sitting completely still staring off the wall or just staring at nothing just being numb.
What would be interesting is Simons reaction when he realizes the damage that he's done, maybe he would cry/break down idk when he sees the usually happy reader being so dull and almost lifeless yk
But Pleasee don't do this to our hearts and write some comfort and a happy ending please I couldn't handle too much angstâ€ïžđ
The Weight of the World
PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You promised to always lean on each other but sometimes love isn't enough.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
TW: heavy angst, literally got some mid anxiety writing thisđ„Ž swearing, self-doubt, hurt-comfort and slight fluff towards the end. lmk if i missed any.
A/N: finished this in one sitting lol, also not proofread and poorly edited, i've been having a shitty week so expect more angst lol. meet me in therapy. Enjoy anon!đ€đđ«¶đ»đ
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You hesitate right outside Simon's studio, the place where he secludes himself from everything and everyone. Ever since he came from his last mission he seemed to be on the edge constantly. The usual softness that he reserved specifically for you was... absent.
Still you wouldn't let that stop you from approaching; having dating him for a few years now let you know so much of that. You knew when he was hurting. When he was sad, angry, jealous or even happy. Little to no people could say that.
Somehow this was different. He wasn't even letting you in, constantly keeping you at arms length and that hurt. How were you supposed to get to him this time? Get him to talk to you?
To look at you again with that same glint in his eyes, the spark that you ignited in him and that won't fade away even years after.
The sound of a chair creaking startles you, the same time the timer in the kitchen goes off. You walk back, turning the oven off, and sticking out the apple pie you so happily baked for both with hopes that you'll get him loosen a bit that dark cloud that's been looming over Simon these past few days.
The door of his studio is yanked open the heavy stomp of his boots resonating across the small apartment you two share, then his bulky frame appears just to grab the keys to his black motorcycle.
"Simon!" You call him, burning your hand in the process. He stills halfway through the living room, waiting for you to say something else. Wetting a cloth hurriedly and wrapping it around the burnt skin.
"I made something for us... maybe," standing behind him you leave a reasonable space between the two. You swallow down hard. "Thought we could have it together and just, you know spend...-"
"I don't have time for that now." His voice is cold and monotone. "Don't wait for me."
"But Si-" he turns on his heels, eyes hard and unyielding. He approaches slowly, making you gulp. "What's gotten into you, Simon?" You fight back the tears, this was the man you loved so dearly, the man you knew loved you back; there was a reason for the golden engagement ring on your left hand. "I..-"
"Fucking hell would you stop that? Please just..." he notices the wetness in your eyes. "I can't do this. Not anymore."
"Whatever it is I promise we can work it out together!" your lips quivered. "Just talk to me!"
"I don't need to talk about anything girl!" He seethes, one finger pointing at you. "Think some cheap counseling with you will make things right? Bloody hell no. Neither some homemade bread, this isn't fucking working and it won't until you learn how the bloody world works."
It breaks your heart into a tiny million pieces, breathing becomes a challenge and the injury in your hand can no longer be felt. Simon's words were worse than any physical pain. Where was the man you loved? The man who used to lift you up and kiss you on the forehead? The man whose hands couldn't stop roaming your body late at night? The man who'd helped you reach out for things he probably put away in the highest shelf so you'd ask for help. That same man that had proposed to you no long ago, right before he was deployed to a special op God knows where. The fabric of his mask moves when he keeps talking but you don't listen. You can't. Just like you can't stop the tears dribbling down your cheeks and the tremble of your hands. Simon's jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he takes a step back and leaves.
You walk sluggishly to where the dessert awaits. It's when your knees buckle that you finally let out a loud cry.
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Simon knows he isn't a good man. He's done quite questionable things that he could never say out loud. He knows he's fucked in so many ways. But he also knows that there's one thing that kept him from spiraling further down into an abyss of death and self-loathing.
You.
The woman he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that didn't care about his past, the bad moments and his complicated persona. You who would selflessly love him without asking for something in return. What had you seen in him in first place? Even now after three years he can't wrap his head around the fact that he has someone who waits for him.
Simon knows how much he loves you, but what he doesn't know is howâor in what earthâhe deserves every part of you.
You've been avoiding him ever since that horrible night. Words he can't take back. Looks that haunt him every time he closed his eyes. He hears you cry when you go to sleep or when you're taking a shower. Muffled sobs and wails that will come for him until the day he dies.
You avoid him like a plague, when he walks in. After all he's the one to blame. He wanted to ask you to tear him apart maybe that'd feel less painful.
The last remaining of sanity that was left in him came crashing down when he began to notice how you stared off in a haze, numbly looking at the window. He was losing you. Destroyed the one good thing he had. So, a few days later, despite his own demons. Despite the things that broke him all irreparably during the last mission in Moscow, he comes to find you. Sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes set on your left hand.
The engagement ring was gone, forgotten someplace unknown. Simon felt the panic wrenching his guts.
It's all on him.
He whispers your name, calls you softly. Slowly sitting in front of you, the coffee table creaks under his weight. Words get caught in his throat.
"May I take your hand?" He pleads, not getting an answer. Simon sighs, lowering his head as silent reigns yet again. "I don't deserve you." He murmurs, eyes bored into the floor. "I... I ruin everything I touch. Just never thought I'd ruin my girl."
Your eyes flutter shut, wet tears clinging to your eyelashes. Simon watches as you stand and leave without a word, he follows close behind to your shared room.
"Love..."
"Don't call me that!" the hurt in your voice... the resentment in your eyes, he's earned it.
Simon reaches out for your arm, grabbing you firmly but gently, mindful not to harm you.
"Right I deserve that." If there's one thing Simon regrets it's being the reason that your eyes no longer shine. "What I said... what happened I...-"
Shaking your head and biting down your lip.
"You never gave me the chance, I thought we said we'd always find a way."
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry baby." in an instant he's pulling you close, although you want to push him away, scream at him, slap him for the calvary he made you go through. "I'm not good with words, and I'm no good person." You feel his body shaking with anxiety as your eyes widen in shock. "I tried... I can't forgive myself for my mistakes."
"Simon..." he hushed you, cradling your head with his big hand. "I can't sleep knowing I can't protect you from what's out there, couldn't bloody protect that kid in Moscow, or my family."
You guide him to the bed, sitting down side by side and holding onto each other.
"Said I would always be with you Simon, why the hell did you push me away?! Have I not given my everything to you? We promised to always make it work!" He grabs your face staring intently into your eyes. "What happened there?"
He blinks, deciding how much to say. There was no need for you to know the entirety of it. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of this world, and he would as long as he lived.
"A young lad whose life's was cut short because I wasn't there on time. How can I come back to you, be happy when someone else just lost their kid..."
"That wasn't on you! Simon Riley you stop that now." He inhales, cinnamon and vanilla flooding his senses. It's you all of you. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. We do that together, yeah?" Your chest hurts from how hard it's beating. "You've done far so much. You won't lose me."
A rumble in the sky and cars passing by outside your home is all you hear. Brown eyes like honey stare back into your soul.
"You took it off..."
"I burnt my hand, it wasn't healing properly. And you know what?" He quirks a brow. "It wasn't homemade bread. It was an apple pie, you silly."
"You'll never forgive me for that one won't you?" He doesn't chuckle but the air feels lighter.
"No. Probably won't." Simon takes your burnt hand bringing it to his lips, they're soft against the marred skin.
"But we're still getting married, yeah?" He asks.
You smile fondly, humming when he kisses your forehead, tears have now dried.
"Yeah. We're still getting married."
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Dancing With Our Hands Tied
Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin reader
Prompt 4 of @thatdammchickennugget âs hogmarch challengeđ«¶đœ and dedicated to this psychic anon request đ
Summary: Iâd kiss you as the lights went out, Swaying as the room burned down, Iâd hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again.
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You watch silently from across the Slytherin common room as yet another girl places her hand flirtatiously on Mattheoâs chest, batting her lashes with that seductive grin you knew all too well from watching all the other girls do it too.
âGo to the dance with me?â Her lips read as she leaned closer to your friend.
You canât help but smile as Mattheo just rolls his eyes, moving away from the girl, not giving her more than a shake of his head.
The girlâs mouth hangs open in shock of the rejection. Really she should be flattered you thought dryly to yourself. Sheâd made it significantly further than others youâd witnessed.
Truth was, youâd had a massive crush on Mattheo since you were kids, and watching as he rejected girl after girl was much more entertaining than you cared to admit.
Growing up, youâd always admired his bold brashness, and willingness to say whatever came to mind. The two of you had always gotten into trouble together, bouncing mischievous ideas back and forth. The summer before coming to Hogwarts, your mother had given you a heart shaped locket, and Mattheo had insisted that a photo of the two of you go inside it.
"In case we don't go to the same house." The boy had reasoned.
But of course, heâd never seen you as anything more than a friend, and unfortunately, the cringey, cliche nature of the situation was not lost on you. Even now, as you mindlessly fingered the carefully disillusioned pendant while Mattheo stalked towards your group with an air of agitation.
âBloody hell I canât wait for this fucking Yule ball rubbish to be over and done with,â Mattheo states flatly as he sits down lazily on the sofa next to you.
âJust pick a girl to go with then. Theyâll leave you alone if they think you have a date. Why do you think I asked Daph so early on?â Theo replies, not bothering to look up from his book.
Daphne whacks him with her textbook.
You watch as Mattheo tilts his head in consideration before his eyes shift over to you, a sly grin forming on his face.
âDonât even think about,â you say, holding up your hand as if to block out whatever idiocy the boy was about to spew.
Now itâs Mattheoâs turn to open his mouth in shock.
âWha- you donât even know what I was gonna say!â
âYou were going to ask me if Iâd go to the dance with you,â you reply dryly. âHonestly Matt, Iâm not stupid.â
âWell will you?â He asks, giving you his most charming smile.
âIâm already going with Blaise.â You respond.
Looking back, had it been a bit of a rash decision? Yes. But you had made peace with the fact that Mattheo likely wouldnât ask you to be his date, and Blaise was one of your best friends. You knew youâd have a good time with him, and all your other friends had been pairing up.
âTell Blaise to go with Astoria,â Mattheo reasons.
âToria is already going with Enzo.â Daphne intervenes.
âWhat about Pansy?â
âShe and Millicent got accosted by Crabbe and Goyle last I heard,â Theo replies.
âHe can go with Draco then! People already mistake them for gay lovers anyway.â
âMatt, you know Draco is trying to muster up the courage to ask Harry. Donât be dense.â You reply.
âOh come on! How do you all have this sorted out already? The ball was only announced yesterday!â
âWe organized it at dinner,â Daphne responds, as if the answer was obvious.
âYou mean while I was in detention?â Mattheo asks incredulously, only to be met with a chorus of âyesâ and âmhmsâ.
You look over as your friend slumps into the sofa in defeat, a wave of slight guilt washing over you.
âLighten up Matt, youâve already been asked by a handful of girls today, youâll be able to find someone to go with easy,â you say.
âNot with anyone who matters,â he grumbles, so low that you almost miss it.
A week had gone by and you were about to lose your mind. You thought that after the initial conversation in the common room, Mattheo would relent and just pick one of his many admirers to take to the ball. You really shouldâve known better. Youâd known the boy long enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, there was really nothing in the world that could stop him. You just never thought that you would be what he set his mind to.
âMatt, Iâve told you a million times, Iâm already going to the ball with Blaise,â you groan, collapsing on your bed as the raven haired boy follows you into your dorm.
âWell lucky for you, I have the perfect plan to steal you away from ole Blaisey boy,â Mattheo says, his signature smirk in place.
You roll your eyes, leaning back on your bed as you wait for him to continue.
âItâs easy. You just have to date me,â Mattheo replies, as if his idea was particularly clever.
You let out a rather unattractive snort as your heart clenches. It felt as though it might pound out of your chest.
âMatt, that has to be the worst idea youâve ever had. And youâve had a lot of really bad ideas.â
Though asking the girl thatâs fancied him for years to pretend to date him, only for him to snatch it all away again a few weeks later probably had to be one of the cruelest, you thought to yourself.
âOh câmon. Thereâs no way Blaise would be offended if you ditched him if we said we were together. Heâs a perfectly reasonable bloke. Heâd understand!â
You shake your head once more. There was no way you were pretending to date the boy you had been pining after for this long. It was only going to end in one way. Heart break. And not on his end.
âBloody hell. What if I can get Luna to go in your place. Will you do it then? We both know heâs been eyeing that loon up for months.â
âDonât call her a loon Matty.â You tilt your head in consideration however.
If he was willing to actually encourage Blaiseâs love life, and be willing to get intermixed within the logistics of it all, he must be desperate. And you had been dying to set the two of them up, you supposed.
But you just couldnât shake the bad feeling this whole situation gave you. It couldnât be all that bad though, right? You reasoned. Youâd gotten this far without Matt realizing your feelings, a few weeks of bliss surely couldnât hurt.
âAlright. Fine. Iâll tell Blaise we got together and that I want to go to the ball with you, only if Luna agrees to go with him instead.â
Mattheo immediately brightens at your words, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face.
âGood. Because I already told Blaise that we were together and that I was taking you to the ball,â he says quickly. âAlso- considering Blaise is more of a yapper than people give him credit for, the rest of the group definitely already knows.â
Your mouth drops open as you glare at the boy in front of you.
âMatt. What on earth. Did you tell him?â You grit out, praying to Salazar that Blaise hadnât embarrassed you too much.
Mattheo shrugs. âJust told him that we had been out by the lake on one of our walks and I kissed you. One thing led to another and I asked you out. He seemed to believe it pretty easily actually.â
The boy looked all too calm about making up a whole scenario in which he made out with his best friend for your liking.
You purse your lips, taking a deep sigh. What did you see in this boy?
âMattheo.â
âYes love?â
âIâm going to kill you.â
âCanât do that love, you wouldnât kill your boyfriend.â
You continue to glare at the boy, fingers gripping tightly around your wand.
âEasy there, pretty,â Mattheo laughs nervously, slowly edging closer to you with a bashful grin.
âYou better have thought this through Riddle. Because Iâm telling you right now, that this is a bad idea.â
It was too easy. You know that much clearly. The two of you, you and Mattheo that is, walk silently along the streets of Hogsmeade, your friends surrounding you, shielding you from the brisk winter air. Mattheo's arm is wrapped securely around you, hand tucked into your jacket pocket, your fingers intertwined. It was so warm. So comfortable. So effortless, as if you had spent forever with his hands in your pockets.
Blaise and Daphne had been the only ones to know of your secret feelings towards your best friend, yet not a single one of the others looked particularly shocked when the both of you showed up in the common room wrapped in each others arms one night.
âBout bloody time,â youâd heard Theo grunt to Draco from across the fireplace.
Daphne of course had been utterly elated for you, and Blaise had made sure you knew that there were no hard feelings about switching dates for the ball. Especially after he had secured one Miss Luna Lovegood as his date with the surprising help of Mattheo.
A warm squeeze of your hand shakes you from your thoughts as your group comes to stop outside of The Three Broomsticks.
âYou sure you donât want to come down to the shops, y/n?â Daphne asks looking back at you as she forges on with Astoria and Millicent.
âBloody hell, yes! Sheâll be fine with me. You canât have her to yourself all the time!â Pansy says with exasperation, shooing the other girls away and linking her arm through yours on your free side.
The bell above the door rings lightly as the rest of your group enters the warm tavern, Theo and Enzo racing to secure your usual table.
âHey Matty!â A voice shouts, stopping your trio in your tracks.
You turn to see another booth filled with familiar looking Hogwarts students and recognize one of the girls youâd watch Mattheo reject just a few days ago.
âCome sit with us,â she continues, attempting to wave him over.
Pansy gives the girl a sneer as you walk past, Mattheo not even sparing a glance in their direction.
âDonât even know the bloody girlâs name,â he mumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.
âEy, whatâs the hold up?â Theo shouts as you all hurry over to the table.
âBloody hell. I thought y/n being my girlfriend would finally get those birds to back off,â Mattheo complains as he takes his seat in the booth.
His arm remains wrapped securely around you the entire time, sending warm tingles through you. Itâs all an act, you have to remind yourself, pulling yourself out of your head.
Draco snorts at Mattheoâs grumbling.
âHalf the school already thought you two were dating. Didnât stop em then, so I donât see why itâd stop them now.â He says matter of factly as the rest of the group nods in agreement.
âYou lot are so dramatic. No one thought we were dating,â you sigh, rolling your eyes at your friends.
Their eyes flicker awkwardly back and forth between the lot of them. âRight.â Pansy says finally, bringing an end to the silence.
You glare pointedly at the girl.
âIâm going to the loo. Order me a butter beer Matty?â You say, standing up abruptly.
âIâll come,â Pansy says quickly, going to rise as well.
âItâs fine Pans. Iâm a big girl. Promise not to get attacked by a troll or nothin,â you say with a smile.
Mattheo opens his mouth to protest before closing it again and giving your hand a tight squeeze.
You make your way through the maze of tables, finally making it to the ladies room. Making a beeline to the sink, you take a breath, letting cool water splash against your face.
Salazar, you needed to get a grip. But everything about being with Mattheo felt so real. So natural. Which just meant it would feel all the more real when things ended. You take another moment to gather yourself, dabbing any remaining bits of water from your face. As your hand falls on the door handle to make your way back however, loud voices fill the hall.
âI donât know what he sees in her,â a voice practically snarls. You can practically feel the malice, dripping from their lips.
âSo itâs true then? Mattheo is taking that girl to the ball?â Another voice asks.
âI heard theyâre dating.â
âThey werenât already?â
âI wonder if heâs taking her out of pity.â
A chorus of voices all say at once.
You immediately bristle, realizing they were talking about you.
âI hear she was the only one in their group who didnât have a date and she practically forced him to take her.â
âI thought she was going with Blaise.â
Bloody hell. Where did they get all of this information?
âWhatever. Itâs not like it matters either way. Thereâs no way they last. Sheâs a mess, and Mattheo has never been able to settle has he? Itâs only a matter of time.â
You feel a deep frown form at the harsh words, but before youâre able to react, the bathroom door is pushed open and youâre face to face with the group of girls from before. The girl you had recognized as Mattheoâs reject smirks as she eyes you up and down before simply pushing past you. The rest of the girls follow, leaving you to wander back to your friends.
When you sit down again, Mattheo has a warm drink already waiting, and you let out a small smile as you cozy up next to the boy. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself however, the words of the girlâs echo through your mind.
Later that evening, you lay comfortably in bed with your head resting gently on Mattheoâs chest, hypnotized by the slow rise and fall. You hadnât seen your roommates all day, and doubted they would be back if they werenât there by now.
You lived for nights like these when Mattheo would bow out of whatever mischief Theo and Enzo had cooked up, and instead spend the evening holed up with you cuddling, talking, or getting into your own trouble. Your room had become a safe haven. A sacred oasis of sorts for the both of you to unwind, safe from the outside world.
âYou were awfully quiet today at The Broomsticks.â Mattheo says, breaking the silence.
You only hum in response.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â
âHow are we going to break up?â You ask, rather abruptly, as you look up at your best friend.
Mattheo looks surprised at the question.
âI donât know. Didnât really think Iâd get this far in my scheming to be quite honest. I suppose I figured weâd just say that we figured weâd be better off as friends, or something of the sort. You can blame the split on me though if youâd like.â He replies.
You move your head to look down once more, picking at the blankets.
âNo, no. The friends thing is fine. When should we do it?â
âTrying to get rid of me already, love?â Mattheo asks with a laugh.
âI just want to know what to expect.â You say quietly, causing Mattheo to grow quiet as well.
âAlright. Then how about a few days after the ball? We say that the dance made us realize we were better off as friends, and everything goes back to the way it was.â He says finally.
You feel your heart crack at his words.
âYeah. Exactly like how it was.â You repeat.
Smoothing your dress out one final time, you turn around to hear Daphne gasp.
âOh thatâs stunning,â she gushes, her own deep blue gown cascading elegantly around her in waves of silk.
Youâd spent the last several hours or so in her and Pansyâs shared dorm getting ready for the ball with the other girls, though where Pansy had wandered off to you had no idea.
All you knew, was that you were bloody nervous. You didnât think you would be. It was just like any other night you reasoned. You and Mattheo were with each other constantly. What difference did a pretty dress make?
âI think the boys are ready for us whenever we are. Toria, come get these shoes,â Daphne shouts.
Astoria really did look like a princess you think to yourself, her soft yellow gown billowing gently with every movement.
âReady to go down?â She asks, seeming to float over.
âAs Iâll ever be,â you respond with a nervous smile.
Giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Astoria slips on her shoes before making her way down to the common room, you and Daphne following close behind.
The boys are already congregated by the fireplace; their loud chattering could be heard across the room, but as soon as Theoâs eyes meet Daphneâs he freezes and the rest of the boys quiet down, noticing the shift.
Your eyes lock onto Mattheoâs and you slowly make your way over, nervously picking at your skirt with trembling fingers.
âBeautiful as always, y/n,â he says, smiling down at you when you finally reach him. Gently, he raises your hand to his lips, barely grazing over your shaking fingertips before looking back at you with his signature smirk.
âWhereâs Draco?â You ask, not quite able to stomachs the intensity of his gaze.
âHad to be there early. Something about the champions and their dates having the first dance or something,â he replies easily, his hand finding its ever familiar place on your waist.
âOh we are not missing that,â you say, your nerves quickly being replaced with excitement.
Mattheo grins back. âI knew weâd be on the same page,â he responds, tugging you towards the doors.
Together, the both of you rush to the main hall just in time to see Harry and Draco getting herded into a lineup of the champions to be paraded into the Great Hall.
âI certainly hope he took Snapeâs dance lessons to heart,â you giggle.
It doesnât take much longer for the rest of your group to join the both of you and soon enough you find yourselves following the flood of students into the newly decorated Great Hall.
It really was spectacular. The house elves clearly had spared no expense with thick, green trees covered in tinsel and ornaments lining the walls. Floating candles cast a warm glow about the room and the floor had the appearance of being covered in freshly fallen snow.
You watch, hiding a laugh, as Draco and Harry move awkwardly around the dance floor, almost colliding with Cedric and Cho on more than one occasion. Salazar help them.
Slowly, other couples begin to join the champions on the dance floor, swirling together in a sea of shimmering color.
âMay I have this dance mâlady?â Mattheo asks with a lopsided grin.
Before you even have the chance to respond however, Mattheo is pulling you onto the dance floor, a look of pure delight across his face. There were very few times you remembered him looking this happy, and it melted your heart.
As the night progressed, Mattheo refused to leave your side, his hand rarely leaving your waist. Really, you hardly left the dance floor either. The few times you were able to escape with Daphne or Pansy to the punch bowl, Mattheo tracked you down shortly after, pulling you right back into his arms.
To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. You had spent hours daydreaming about what it might be like to have Mattheoâs hard-won affection to yourself. And now that you had it, you were practically floating. Which just made it all the more heart wrenching as you anticipated the inevitable. It was as if every move you made, every dance the two of you shared, was done with your hands tied.
People really werenât going to believe your break up if he continued on like this, youâd thought at some point. But you couldnât quite bring yourself to tell him to back off, especially as it grew later. Your time with him was fleeting after all.
âBloody hell, Matt. Give the girl some breathing room,â Pansy exclaims after Mattheo had sought you out for the third time.
Mattheo just gives her a guilty grin before spinning you out onto the dance floor once more.
âI didnât realize you liked dancing this much Matty,â you tease as the two of you away slowly on the floor.
âOh I donât. Just making sure I take full advantage of the night,â he replies, looking intently down at you.
You cock you head to the side.
âWith you as my girl, I mean,â he adds. And before youâre able to put together another cohesive thought, his lips are on yours. In the middle of the dance floor.
Immediately it feels as though the lights had gone out, leaving the two of you alone in the room as you let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the softness of Mattheoâs lips on yours. They move slowly at first. Carefully. Before quickly growing hungrier, more determined.
You barely register Mattheoâs fingers digging into you as he pulls you closer, and find yourself lost in the gentle sway as everything around you burns to the ground, leaving behind a fire growing steadily in your chest.
And just like that, youâre back in Mattheoâs arms as the water comes rushing in, jerking you back to reality. You stand frozen staring up at Mattheo as couples continue to move around you.
Had that really just happened?
âUm- fresh air. I think.â You stutter out, all but dragging the boy from the dance floor, praying no one had seen or noticed.
Mattheo wordlessly allows you to lead him out to the courtyard entrance before you all but collapse on one of the stone benches, still in shock.
âPlease donât avada me! I didnât think that through entirely.â
âI donât want to break up.â You say in unison.
âWhat was that?â Mattheo asks in surprise.
âNo- hold on. Why in Salazarâs green bed sheets would I want to avada you?â You ask incredulously.
âMore importantly, you donât want to fake breakup?â Mattheo asks with a grin.
âOf course I donât want to break up! Iâve fancied you for years!â You blurt out, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escape.
Mattheo looks at you with shock.
âNo. Iâve fancied you for years. Why else do you think I refused to take anyone else to the ball?â
âBecause youâre a stubborn arse,â you retort, barely processing the boyâs words.
He liked you?
The two of you stare at each other for another moment, still not fully believing the other as your minds race to put the pieces together.
Itâs Mattheo who acts first, surging to connect your lips once more in a heated frenzy. Itâs addicting really, the feeling of his soft lips against yours. The pull as he brings your bodies closer together. The warmth you can feel radiating off of him.
When you finally pull away this time, Mattheoâs eyes are shining down at you with that familiar intense gaze.
âWeâre a pair of oblivious idiots, arenât we?â You mumble, leaning into the boy.
âWell, you are. I havenât exactly been subtle.â Mattheo replies with a snort, hugging you to his chest.
âDonât be a twat. Youâve had girls fawning over you for years. What was I supposed to make of that?â
âI never looked payed them any mind, love. Think of it this way. Iâll just have years to make up for tonight,â he says with a cheeky smile.
You feel a familiar heat begin to rise in you once more as Mattheo takes hold of your arm, leading the way back to the dungeons.
âOh Iâll hold you to that,â you reply, a mischievous smile making its way to your face.
âWouldnât expect anything less of you, love.â
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the leclerc babies never fails to make me smile!! i ADORE and LOVE them sm <33
also here's an idea. The Leclercs have a whole family weekend with charles and readers family over and they play family games. Idk if you saw those videos where the youngest kid runs to their favourite family member to see who's their least favourite. Same scenario but with Matheo/Ruby being on the run?
Sending in much love to you talented jenđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ hope you doing well and taking care of yourselfđ
arthur the favorite | charles leclerc
hi lovely!! sorry for the wait đ„Č đ«¶đŒ also y/nâs parents are just going to be called grandma and grandpa lol. thank you for the request and the support!! love uuuuuuuu
Ruby and MathĂ©o were seated on the swing set in their backyard enjoying an ice cream cone that their mother had given them. The family reunion was something both kids were looking forward to. Their motherâs family would be coming over from (your country) and the kids were excited to spend time with their grandparents.
âRubes, ThĂ©o, grandma and grandpa are here!â Y/n shouted as she waited for her babies so they could all greet their family.
âWait! My ice cream is melting!â Ruby yelled, running as fast as she could while licking the melted ice cream.
âIâm coming, maman!â ThĂ©o said, following his sister. Inside the Leclerc house, Charles greeted his in-laws.
âGrandpa, Grandma!â The kids yelled as the shoved their ice cream in Charlesâ hands. Each grandparent greeted one kid then switched.
âOh, my babies are getting so big.â Grandma said as she kissed MathĂ©oâs cheek.
âIâm taller than ThĂ©o!â Ruby said.
âYouâre both tall, stop growing!â Grandpa placed Ruby on the floor.
After a while, more family members arrived. Arthur was one of the last people to arrive since he had a team meeting. Ruby was the first to spot him enter the house so she ran up to him and hugged his legs because of her height.
âI was waiting for you,â Ruby took his hand and led him to the backyard where most of the family was. âI saved you some ice cream.â
Arthurâs heart melted. Ruby was serious about her ice cream. She didnât share with anyone, but for some reason, Arthur was the lucky one the receive some of her ice cream.
After eating the food that Y/n and Pascale had prepared, everyone decided to play games to pass the time. Y/nâs cousin suggested playing a game she learned on tiktok with Ruby and MathĂ©o.
First, Charles and Y/n stood beside each other to see which parents the kids ran to. Both kids ran to both parents and hugged them both. Then it was the grandparents then it was time for the uncles.
Arthur was a bit nervous. Ruby and Mathéo had always said Pierre or Lorenzo were their favorite uncles. He knew it was just a silly little game, but he prayed that at least one kid would run to him.
âGo!â
Ruby ran faster than before and tackled Arthur to the ground. Arthur was caught off guard so when he realized it was Ruby who had run towards him, he was slightly confused.
âAre you okay?â Arthur asked the little girl.
âIâm alive.â Ruby giggled.
Arthur helped the girl to her feet and dusted himself off. âIâm your favorite?â He questioned her. âIs it because Pierre isnât here?â
Ruby shook her head. âHe is my favorite, but guess what? Youâre my most favorite person, uncle, driver, friend, and blonde person.â
âWait, letâs go with your papa so you can say everything you just said, but in front of him!â
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love   is   cruel   .   that   much   she   knows   â   that   much   does   not   require   any   surmise   .   patriarch   determining   he   is   not   ready   for   the   responsibilities   that   a   family   ,   a   wife   who   possessed   an   adoration   to   the   point   of   willing   to   deconstruct    terra   firma    itself   for   him   &   a   saccharine   baby   girl   with    rotund    apples   of   cheeks   ,   is   cruel   (   finding   out   he   has   made   a   new   life   for   himself   on   first   born's   fifteenth   birthday   is   ,   as   well   .   she   is   not   known   for   hating   other   corporeal   animas   ,   but   there   is   a   girl   out   there   who   has   the   felicitous   family   noelle   craves   &   she   cannot   help   the   way   she   wishes   it   was   her   who   had   been   left   behind   )   cruel   is   matriarch   taking   out   the   leftover   ire   from   husband's   abandonment   on   adolescent   who   returns   home   late   one   night   ,   gripping   tow   â   headed   blonde   tresses   ,   once   delicate   (   had   mother   ever   been   delicate   with   daughter   ?   had   noelle   always   received   this   treatment   ?   she   could   not   tell   ,   proceedings   blurring   into   convoluted   chaos   )   palm   striking   countenance   so   harsh   ,   vats   of   concealer   is   applied   when   aurora   breaks   .   cruel   is   this   moment   ,   football   stadium   fluorescents   &   waxing   crescent   moon   blending   as   one   ,   fabricating   dyad   even   when   they   do   not   wish   to   be   ,   articulation   transitioning   from   somber   to   vehemence   rather   instantaneously   .   cruel   is   individual   herself   â   had   been   declared   inadequate   since   the   day   she   exited   her   primordial   pool   ,   but   that   does   not   quell   the   eroded   cardiomyctye   ,   nor   does   it   intercept   an   already   calloused   zephyr   becoming   suspended   within   pulmonary   cavity   ,   the   need   to   singe   milky   epidermis   ,   a   tradition   individual   had   adopted   when   the   melancholy   was   too   much   for   lithe   framework   too   carry   on   shoulders   .   doleful   hues   broadening   in   bewilderment   ,   congenitally   roseate   petals   are   parted   ,   encephalon   racing   with   varying   notions   â   what   did   i   do   ?   what   could   i   have   done   differently   ?   what   would   make   him   stay   ?   what   did   i   do   ?   â   you   â   i   wouldn't   even   be   that   upset   if   you   had   waited   !   why   did   you   have   to   tell   me   this   now   ?   â   it's   a   prevarication   ,   she   knows   that   it   is   â   but   when   words   do   not   descend   from   other's   brims   ,   saline   droplets   begin   to   accumulate   within   waterline   .   cranium   bobbing   from   left   to   right   ,   metacarpus   ascending   to   halt   any   further   damage   .   â   good   luck   on   your   game   .   â   timbre   is   monotone   ,   appendages   opting   to   maneuver   around   sports   field   ,   despondency   cutting   through   bones   as   linoleum   aperture   displays   a   wash   room   that   is   void   of   any   essence   ,   save   for   femme   &   meilleur   ami   .   phalanges   gripping   at   porcelain   ,   a   whimper   giving   way   to   a   sob   .
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itâs a love story, baby, just say yes.
pairing: neighbor!bucky x curvy!reader
warnings: not the conclusion i was hoping for but that just means thereâs more of these two to come. this feels like such a tease of a chapter lol iâm sorry. no smut. a lil tinny tiny bit of angst from readerâs perspective. mostly cute idiots in love. if something needs to be tagged please let me know.
words: 3.2k
notes: is the title a little on the nose? yes, yes it is. and it took me forever to land on. đ there will be more, i promise. sorry for the wait. thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy this little update. đ«¶đ» also also! happy birthday again to the anon who messaged me about this next part. hope your day was wonderful âšđ
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Breathe.
In.
Out.
Easy.
Just like that.
You canât stop looking in the mirror.
You lookâŠyou lookâŠgod. You look terrified.Â
Fuck.
This was a bad decision. A really bad decision.
What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell was he thinking?
God, you feel like you canât breathe again.
Focus.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
You smooth your skirt, pulling it once again for no reason. None other than habit, you suppose.
You look over yourself. Not awful, you think. Youâre wearing your staple black long sleeve top with your high waisted houndstooth skirt. Itâs cold outside, so youâre in your black thigh high boots. The ones that took you ages to find but have been your favorite since coming across them. You swear this pair was made in heaven because it felt like a miracle finding ones that actually fit your legs properly. Youâve accessorized with your trusty belt and your favorite jewelry and your hair somehow looks the best it has in days. Makeup is flawless and though you try to find something to fixâŠyou just canât.Â
And still, thereâs that gnawing feeling telling you that youâre doing something wrong - that you are wrong.
You donât know why youâre being so down on yourself today, but it seems like youâve poked at each and every insecurity youâve ever had in the past hour alone.
Maybe some part of your mind thinks itâll convince you to not go through with this if you feel badly enough. Too bad you donât really have the option of chickening out.
You sigh and finally look away from the mirror, instead reaching for your bottle of perfume and spraying yourself lightly with the lovely scent.
You smile a bit as you set the bottle back down in its spot.
You remember the first time you wore it. It was the day after your birthday - you had gotten it for yourself as a gift. You went over to Bucky's for your weekly movie watch and when you walked by him as he held his front door open for you, he seemed immediately taken. He was all over you as he followed you in close behind.Â
You had jerked away when he leaned in to smell you, giving him a look of incredulity.
âCreep,â you groused.
âSorry,â he laughed, âbut you smell incredible,â he complimented, leaning into you again. âIs that new?â
âIt is, yeah. Smells good, right?â you smiled, loving your choice even more.
âLike heaven,â he simpered.
You knew he loved this perfume, but that is not why you are wearing it tonight, you tell yourself. That is simply a coincidence. It may be his favorite, but it was your favorite first.Â
You double check your phone, despite it having not gone off at all in the past two hours, just to ensure you werenât missing any messagesâŠparticularly one that would read something along the lines of âSorry to cancel so last minute butâŠâ.
Of course, you find nothing.
Checking the time, you have fifteen minutes til seven.Â
Fifteen was plenty of time to get yourself to finally calm the hell down a bit.
You can do this.
Itâll beâŠwhat it is.
And no matter what it is, itâll be.
You breathe a deep breath.
âŠMaybe you still have time to cancelâŠ
A knock on your front door startles you and you leave your room to stand in your hallway, eyeing the door as if youâre expecting it to burst open despite the gentleness of the sound.
Nothing.
Then another knock.
You brace yourself, swallowing thickly as you approach the door.
Of course you know who it is.
Impending doom.
No! Stop with the negativity, you chastise yourself.
Of course heâd be early. If you werenât so caught up in your head, youâd roll your eyes at his punctuality. You shouldnât have expected anything less.
âEarly is on time, on time is late.â You can hear him saying it now.
You get to the door and unlock the bolts one at a time, as slowly as you can, trying to drag out the inevitable as you focus on your breathing.Â
You grab hold of the knob, and once again remind yourself to get your shit together. The door slowly creaks open as you pull on it heavily and when you finally chance at glance at the man at your door, you find Buckyâs eyes on you. His lips part ever so slightly as he takes you in before his gaze comes back up to meet yours.Â
He titters, the corner of his lips coming up in a half smirk as he breathes a sigh of relief.Â
âYou answered,â he says.
âYeah,â you blink dumbly at his words, âwhy wouldnât I have?â
âI donât know, youâve been avoiding me all week,â he accuses. âI was honestly a little worried you were gonna cancel on me.â
You look down, a little embarrassed at being called out. But he was right, you had been avoiding him.Â
Well not him. It wasnât him. It was just the nerves. You werenât sure youâd be able to talk to him, let alone look at him without somehow screwing everything up all too quickly.Â
Anytime you caught even just a glimpse of him in the hallway or heard what could have been him coming or going as you were, you would make yourself scarce as soon as possible. Even when you clearly saw one another, eye contact established and everything, youâd be gone before he could get a word out in your direction. The last time you spoke with him face to face was New Yearâs Eve.Â
The breathy âyes,â that left your lips still shocked you when you thought back on it. Which you had often this past week. Replaying the way Buckyâs face lit up at your answer, how happy he looked⊠before you quickly turned tail and rushed your âgood nightâ; hurrying back to your apartment and leaving Bucky standing there in a bit of a stupor, huffing a laugh out his nose as he watched you flee, but his half smile never breaking as he called a good night after you.
Bucky has tried to talk to you since then, of course, but you just kept evading him. If he really wanted or needed to get to you, truthfully, he could have - but he didnât want to overwhelm you. And a part of him was worried about the two very same things you were, just from his side.
Part of you was afraid youâd just flounder and end up outright canceling and the other part was scared youâd lose all self control and end up kissing him again. Not that that sounded like the worst thing in the worldâŠBut still, you kept your distance while you could.
âThese are for you, gorgeous,â he continues before you can say anything in response. You only then notice the bouquet of flowers he holds in his hand.Â
Theyâre gorgeous. Nicer than the ones he had on Valentineâs day, and even nicer than the bouquet you had been gifted from your coworker that day, too.Â
âWow,â is all you can utter as you take them from him. âThank you,â your voice is quiet as your surprise at the gesture overwhelms you.
Youâve never been given flowers this nice before. And you definitely werenât expecting it.
âTheyâre so pretty,â you say, eyes flitting up to see his enamored gaze on you before you look back down to the flowers.
âJust like you,â he says, stepping closer to you in the doorway. âYou look stunning.â
You smile, albeit a bit stiffly, at the compliment, offering another âthank youâ.
Your cheeks feel like theyâre on fire at his words and you bite your lip as you turn from him to head to the kitchen.
A second passes and you turn back to see him still standing in the doorway, not following you.
You raise a brow, âWhat are you a vampire?â you ask sarcastically. âCome in,â you instruct with a laugh.
âDidnât want to be presumptuous,â he says, finally coming inside, closing the door gently behind him.
âYeah? Since when?â
He smirks again then, following you to the kitchen as you search out your vase.Â
âIâm being a gentleman,â he states.
You eye him, scoffing before turning back to readying the bouquet for the water.Â
 âWhatâs funny?â he questions, faux offense in his voice.
âYou,â you shake your head, fighting your smile. â...You look nice, by the way,â you compliment after a second of fighting your nerves.
âThanks, doll.â
You jump as his voice comes from right beside you, his stealth surprising you.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you,â he laughs, admiring your handiwork as you arrange the flowers just right.Â
You turn into him, taking a breath as you really look at him again. The blue of his eyes stand out even more with the depth of his black sweater under his dark wool overcoat. The outfit fits him well, you absentmindedly admire. He really does look nice.Â
God, he always does.Â
You breathe in his dark, woody cologne in your proximity and your knees threaten to go wobbly as you do.Â
Is this really real?
âYou ready?â he asks. You flit the thoughts away and meet his eye, nodding in response before you look at his arm as he offers it to you.Â
You meet his eye once more before taking it and he leads you to the front door, but not before you grab a coat of your own.Â
Breathe, you remind yourself.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Easy.
â
Walking up to the doors of the restaurant side by side with Bucky, you feel that contentment you only ever feel when heâs around.Â
The cab ride was nice, the sound of the rain falling outside lulling you unthinkingly into Buckyâs side as you looked out the window, street lights and headlights flashing by - people with umbrellas still walking along the city streets.Â
You smiled as you felt Buckyâs warmth radiating from him, the slow alternative music flowing through the speakers making everything feel that much more intimate. Youâve spent plenty of time with Bucky, youâve sat this close to him before, but this still felt different. The date hadnât even really begun and you could end the night right here and now and still be happy.
Man, was that pathetic?
You started to feel the worry building up inside you again, but then you felt Buckyâs arm come around your shoulders, holding you to him. You instantly relaxed into him, but didnât turn your head to meet his gaze.Â
What had you been so concerned about to begin with? Itâs not like you were or ever had been forcing yourself or your presence on the man. Bucky asked you on this date. He kissed you first. And even before the party, he always invited you over to his place, and would somehow always manage to convince you to stay just a little bit longer - no matter how long youâd been there. It was clear he liked being around you. All the signs of reciprocated feelings were there. And yet for some reason, you still found it hard to believe.
You felt like you were in a dream.
Bucky guides you up the short steps leading up to the entrance of the establishment, his hand on your back as you take careful steps in your heeled boots on the slippery steps as the rain continues beating down on and all around you. Your left hand is in his metal one as you hold onto it for balance.
Ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you to enter before he gives his name to the host at the front of the restaurant.Â
âSergeant Barnes, itâs an honor. Please, follow me this way, your table is all ready,â the young man smiles before he walks you and Bucky to the back, to a closed off area of the restaurant. You look around, a bit confused, but not at all upset at the privacy.
There is a table set for two in the dimmed dining area, a small lit candle on the table along with more flowers. Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest as you take it all in.
Your seat is pulled out for you by Bucky before he helps you out of your coat, and once youâre sat, he effortlessly pushes your seat back closer to the table before he removes his own coat and takes his seat across from you.
Your host shows you the menus briefly and takes your drink orders before he takes his leave, letting you know your waiter will be by soon to get drinks started.
Itâs not a five star restaurant, more like a quaint, family owned eatery, but it feels even more intimate here. And with only you and Bucky back here, you really feel like youâre in your own little world. Itâs nice.
Itâs more than nice, actually.
Itâs damn near perfect.
Bucky smiles at you as he notices you looking at him.
You hadnât even realized you were, but you donât look away despite being caught.
âIâm impressed, Barnes,â you offer with a small smile. âI was expectingâŠwell,â you huff a laugh, âI donât know what I was expecting, but this is still somehow exceeding all expectations.â
âGood,â he smiles. âI know you hate fancy food so I thought this place would be perfect. Mom and Popâs kinda dinner.â His voice doesnât sound it, but from the way he breaks eye contact as he over explains himself, you know he wasnât entirely sure about his decision to come here over somewhere else.
âI do hate fancy food,â you nod. âThis was a good choice.â You pick up your menu and look it over, giving some thought to what sounds appetizing. âWhat are you getting?â you ask without looking up. You know Bucky isnât looking at the menu because you can feel his stare on you.Â
âSirloin,â he says without hesitation, âand you?â
âMmm. Iâm thinking burger.â
âClassic,â he supports.
You titter, setting the menu down after deciding on what youâd be ordering.
Your eyes meet Buckyâs and after a second you give him a nervous smile.
âSoâŠâ you begin.
âSo,â he echos.
Before you can start to speak again, you see your waiter coming into the private area, walking toward the table, a tray in hand.
You thank him as he sets down the glasses and a basket of warm bread on your table before Bucky gives him your orders.
When youâre all alone again, you copy Bucky as he takes and butters a roll, using the other half of his butter packet so you donât have to open another one. You tear your roll apart, eating it in pieces as opposed to Bucky who squishes it down and bites into it like itâs a biscuit, amusing you. Itâs fresh, so warm, and so fluffy.Â
âThis is so good,â you rave.
âItâs bread and butter, itâs impossible for it not to be,â he smiles.
You point a manicured finger at him as you chew on your next piece, âYou got me there.â
He sets his roll down on the plate as he licks his teeth, eyes trained on you as he does. You try to ignore it as he tilts his head while staring at you. It feels like heâs trying to read your mind.
âSoâŠâ he repeats your earlier sentiment, âwere you going somewhere with that before?â
You kiss your lips, your eyes flicking up to his. You take a breath, measuring your words.
âYeah. Uhm,â you think a moment longer. âIâve just been wondering, how long?â
His brows furrow in an unspoken question but he doesnât get the chance to ask before you elaborate.Â
âYou said youâve been wanting to do this for months, I just - Iâm curious how long exactly youâve been waiting.â
He knows his answer, but he also knows you wonât believe him if he tells you. Since the very first month you met, heâs been wanting to do this. But he wonât say that. Not right now, anyway.
âA while,â he settles on. âA very long while.âÂ
He holds your eye as he answers you and you know he means it.Â
You nod, pursing your lips to keep your smile from completely breaking across your face. âA whileâŠâ you muse. âWhat took you so long?â
âI didnât wanna scare you away,â he says truthfully.
The look in his eye is so intense and earnest, you have to remind yourself to breathe.
â...You wouldnât have,â you tell him, your voice quiet, not far off from a whisper.
He canât help his smirk, âI donât think thatâs true,â he scrutinizes you.
You make a face, a cross between a scowl and fighting a pout. But you know heâs right. God, he has a habit of calling you out every time you need to be.Â
âYeah, okay,â you begrudgingly agree while he relishes in your pouty acceptance.
It took all of your heartâs strength to agree to a date tonight, even after all the time youâve spent with him, how real you know your feelings to be - whether or not you wanted to play them off as silly daydreams or not - all of this and you really almost did run away scared without giving him an answer that night. You know you wouldâve said no in a heartbeat had it been when you first started getting to know one another. Youâve never been one to risk it, you wouldnât have then, either.Â
But sitting across from Bucky here and now, youâre glad you took the chance.
âI guess itâs true what they sayâŠTiming is everything.â
He nods, âAnd lucky for us, Iâm a very patient man.â
You smile, with a quirked brow, âLucky indeed.â He laughs, his grin full of nothing but admiration and contentment as he leans closer to you across the table. You hadnât even realized youâd been doing the same, your elbows on the table as you unconsciously wanted to get closer than you already were. Your knees brush, but neither of you move away. In fact, Bucky scoots his chair in closer. Your tongue slips past your lips so quickly you donât even register it as you wet your lips. You grab your glass, raising it before you and he does the same with his own.Â
âTo my luck?â he asks, lips still curved in his perfect smile.
âAnd to your patience,â you add, your own soft smile gracing your face as you look into his brilliant blue gaze, hoping he can see the thankfulness you feel for him there.Â
âTo your yes.âÂ
âTo the first first date ever that I havenât wanted to run out on,â you joke.
You lightly clink your glasses, both of you sipping from your drink.
He shrugs as you take another drink from your glass, âThough, the night is young,â he muses.
You sputter on the liquid as you laugh into your glass, earning a similar laugh from Bucky.
You smile through your cough as you look at him again, wiping at the liquid on your chin. His gaze as warm and mirthful as ever.
Yeah, you think. Heâs worth the risk.
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ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!
i need sal so bad its an actual problem
just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)
mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them
hes so shy and nervous and awkward but heâs having the time of his life, watching the readerâs reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers
GOD DAMN.
would love if u wrote this mootie đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)
(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes đ)
hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and Iâm loving it, also cus youâre AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.)Â
Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader
words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, câmon), hold the moan trope
The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.
Since it was Larryâs last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours.Â
You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larryâs old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing.Â
That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which shouldâve been fine.
In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you couldâve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashleyâs hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you wouldâve let out.
âyou okay?â Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Salâs hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight.Â
But thatâs when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldnât even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you.Â
That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisaâs old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones.Â
Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you.Â
âS-sal..â you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. âP-please baby, need you so bad..â you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.
âN-no, you know how thin these walls are - Iâm sorry about earlier, but..â he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. Thatâs when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard heâs concerned it might bleed. You canât help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck.Â
He doesnât say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet âfuck.â Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. âG-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..â he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.
He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for.Â
His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.
The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. Itâs driving him beyond insane, to the point heâs thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didnât bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didnât cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it. Â
âB-baby.â He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. âC-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, âs so sensitive. Need you so bad.â He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. âJust wannâ cum inside you, pleaseâŠâ he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.
Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick.Â
He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.
He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop.Â
âm-me too, fuck, me too, me too âm gonna cum, âs too tight, âs so warm.â He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him.Â
He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Salâs abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.
 âYouâre going to be the fucking death of me.âÂ
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Hi!! Requesting a spicy tasm!peter fic where he puts his photography skills to use if ya know what I mean đ„đ«¶đœ
his muse; {p.p.}
Pairing:Â peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)
Summary:Â peter puts his photography skills to use when you're naked
Warnings:Â established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex (blowjob), praise kink (if you squint), photos during sex, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW
Word Count:Â 3.8k
A/N: hi. i love this trope So Much⊠like more than you will ever know, but bc i love it and iâve seen it done multiple times with peter i was very scared to even do anything with it sjnksks but here is my finished product, i hope you like it~
(Also- it is my gift to anyone who actually likes reading my content bc ive been gone for a While and will be gone for another 2-3 weeks bc finals are not fun! so i hope this is good, enjoy!)
Youâre putting away your shared laundry when you hear a loud noise on your window sill. You donât even flinch this far into your relationship and only shake your head, separating your clothes from his. The window opens letting in a cool breeze and Peterâs book bag hits the ground before he gets inside.Â
It's only then you look and give his body, clad in his suit, a scan and smile. âYou okay?â You ask. The sun already set and the crisp winter air started to fill the room.Â
He scoffs before shutting the window. You turn your body around from the basket in front of you to see Peter shaking his head while taking his camera out of his bag.
The professional camera Peter spent a year saving up for when he was 18 was sat next to your much less efficient Polaroid camera. On it, there was a photo of you two celebrating your anniversary together recently. The flash showing you kissing Peter on the cheek, heâs blushing at the attention and eyes closed from the flash.Â
Peter smiled at the memory before he continued speaking.Â
âWhy do people think itâs okay to commit crime when Iâm just getting off my shift?â He sighed before setting down his bag next to your bed.
âTheyâre so inconsiderate,â You pout playfully while folding his clothes into his reserved drawer at your place.
Peter looks up from unpacking and focuses on your ass poking up from your position. You feel his eyes on you as your t-shirt hangs loosely on your body, and the hair on your legs prick up from the cold in the room.
Peter takes off his mask revealing his disheveled hair and takes in the sight of you like itâs his last.
Your lacy underwear decorating the plump flesh of your butt, reminding Peter of how quickly he had to leave this morning before getting to appreciate for bandaging him up last night.
His eyes continued to scan up, seeing the old t-shirt frame your shape, admiring it as if he had x-ray vision.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer.â
Peter is brought out of his thoughts hearing your soft voice, taunting him for his staring problem.
âDonât tempt me,â Peter quips back. He shakes his head before tossing his mask in your empty hamper. Sitting on your bed and bending over to remove his boots, his ears donât miss your footsteps as you saunter to him.
You place your feet in between his while he looks back up to you, removing the rest of his suit.Â
âItâs never stopped you before,â You cross your arms while he slips out of his suit, leaving his web shooters on. The suit is strewn across the floor and your eyes focus on Peterâs body.Â
No matter how beat up he was, Peter remains to be the most beautiful man youâd ever seen. You ran your hands over his, now, yellow ribs. Compared to the purple constellation he had yesterday, you were grateful for his superhuman healing.Â
He had a nasty fall yesterday, left with some scars and bruising, but thankfully this time you didnât have to stitch him up.Â
You even notice the scratch on his arm is almost gone but Peter liked wearing your special bandaids. He likes giving you a reason to buy more cartoon ones for him.Â
Peter watches your eyes carefully scan his body for anything else and adores you for it. Still, he hates making you worry.
âYou werenât naked before.â
A smile creeps up on your face, a giggle disguised as a scoff when you answer: âIâm not naked.â
You donât realize you set yourself up for Peterâs response until he smirks. His hands snake up underneath your shirt to toy with your nipples, already hard because of the cold air lingering in the room.Â
A hiss escapes your mouth at feeling his larger, colder hands grip your boobs. Peter slightly grins at his effect on you. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt before raising it up your body. You oblige, pulling it over your head to toss it across your room.
His face lit up at your frontal nudity, hands placed on either side of your hips tugging at your underwear.Â
âLetâs change that.âÂ
You roll your eyes at his response, but not without a smile plastered on your face. You could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs and the excitement in your stomach.Â
âWhat position should I be in?â You shudder under his callus fingers. Peter lightly furrows his eyebrows when you turn, gesturing to your polaroid camera from your bedside table.Â
His face relaxes when he registers what you guys are doing, not realizing how serious you were being.Â
Your eyes flicker up and down his body when you turn to face him, noticing his erection bulging out of his briefs. Leaning down you use your hand to palm him through the fabric, feeling his cock pulsate in your hand.
âOn your knees,â You whip your head up when Peter says that, his hands still roaming around your body.Â
You quirk your eyebrow up in response. Pressing your forehead and nose to his, you plant a kiss onto his lips. Your hands are now on either of his thighs, sinking lower onto the ground as the kiss deepens.Â
Before you can fully get down, you hear a light thwip and break the kiss.Â
You see Peterâs wrist is flicked out with his web shooters activated, latched on to your polaroid camera. Thereâs a glint of mischief in his eyes before he pulls it into his hands.
Resting on your knees, youâre before him with your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. You carefully watch for his reactions, but heâs refamiliarizing himself with your flimsy camera you got in your teenage years as a novelty.
You cross your arms on his legs and look up at him, the camera points at you and all you can focus on is his wide smile behind the camera. âLetâs see if I still know how this works,â Peter jokes. Â
You repose with both your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts out in between your arms. You didnât realize they were hardly the focus of the photo (but still included, Peter was only human after all).Â
The photo snaps and you remember you have to get used to the flash again. Blinking a few times to get used to the discomfort, the photo prints out and Peter seems pleased with himself already.Â
âIt hasnât even developed yet,â You taunt, you resume palming him as you assume that was the extent of his practice shots.Â
Peter shrugs while shaking the photo as gently as possible. âHey, whoâs the photographer here? I know a good subject when I see it,â He nudges you.Â
When the photo barely develops, he shows you and you see yourself: half naked on your knees with your face fully in the photo. You were surprised he included that much of your face, and managed to catch you looking as confident as you could. But it was easy when Peter was behind the camera, he never fails to make you feel like his only muse.Â
You blush and look away from the photo as you continue to massage him. Peterâs breath hitches at the rate at which you go at, and you smirk to yourself.Â
No matter how much control Peter took in bed, he wasnât afraid to show you how quickly heâd fold for you. It was one of the many things you appreciated about him. Another one was just how vocal he was, his whimpers before you even got to touch him were making your underwear dampen.Â
When his dick starts twitching, you pull his boxers down, his cock slaps up to his stomach while he watches your movements. Locking eyes with him, you wrap both your hands around his shaft before slowly jacking him off.Â
Youâre mesmerized by the way his body is flexed under your touch, you almost donât hear what he says.Â
âYour mouth,â He breathes out.Â
You sit up higher on your knees and kiss up his happy trail, lingering when you get closer to his cock. You hear his groan and look up, meeting his eyes.
You raise your eyebrows. âMy mouth, what?âÂ
Your lips quirk up again, teasing him. âUse your words.âÂ
He rolls his eyes in response but you shake your head. âI can stop,â You remind him.Â
His brown eyes almost bulge out his head when you say that, wrapping his own hand over yours to stop your movements from pausing. He leans over to get closer to your face, the scent of you surrounding him. Peterâs face softens at your smugness.Â
âBaby,â He starts. You wait to listen to how he pleads for you to stay while he leads your hands. Â
âI need that pretty mouth of yours to suck my cock,â He gasps out and removes his hand when you loosen your wrist in response. Your eyes soften at the praise and Peter mentally celebrates when he leans back to his original position.Â
You reposition yourself as well, with your neck getting to work as you lick a stripe underneath the shaft of his cock. Peter sharply inhales at the feeling and brings his head back up.Â
You lock eyes with him when you feel the jolt in his body and open your mouth in an âOâ shape around the head of his cock.Â
Relaxing your throat, you lower your head on his length and feel the tip of his cock hitting your uvula before you begin bobbing your head.Â
Caught off guard, you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue now. You gagged a bit and popped off him to lick it off in the most obscene way you could think of.Â
Peter mutters, âJust like that.â and you look up.Â
Forgetting he had a camera, the shutter went off to capture your tongue on the underside of his wet tip.Â
You collect more saliva in your mouth while you run your hand up and down his shaft. Feeling prepared enough, you go back down on him with the drool dripping on his cock on your hands.Â
Peter went crazy at the heat of your mouth and the sight of your lips around him. The only thought he had was to get the camera out again to keep this moment forever.
Getting slack jawed at this, he tangles his hands in your hair but doesnât change your pace. He only starts pushing it out of your face as it gets in the way.Â
You look up at him and see Peter pointing the camera at you as you have half his cock in your mouth. The first shot is taken, and he tries to not move too much as the photo prints out immediately. He releases a few breathy moans at the pace you're going at while he places the new photo on the side.Â
Peter silently gestures to you to get him out your mouth so you release him with a pop, flipping your hair to the side as you continue to jack him off.
âThatâs good,â He mutters, when he places the camera at his eye before snapping a new photo.Â
âI probably look insane,â You grumble, already feeling self conscious at how messy your hair looks, coupled alongside the drool and precum at your mouth.Â
Peter shakes his head and pulls you in closer by your waist and you yelp, finding yourself now pinned under him on the bed.Â
âNever,â He shakes his head, attaching his mouth to your tit as he pulls your underwear off. You immediately moan at his aggression on your sensitive nipples and he chuckles against your skin when he feels you flinch.Â
Peterâs calloused hands find your clit and start massaging it, and you throw your head back in pleasure when he finds his rhythm.Â
You feel a twinge of disappointment when he removes his mouth from your tits but you look up to see the camera watching you, and a shutter going off before you are even ready.
âPete,â You warn. Your sternness doesnât last when he slips in a finger in your embarrassingly wet cunt. You almost mewl at how full he makes you with just one finger.Â
âYou looked so pretty moaning like that,â Peter explains while his finger curls into you. He knew what he was doing when he smiled again, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.
Your annoyance was no match for his desperation as you eventually gave in. One of his hands cupped your cheek while his lips were frantic on yours. Heâs greedy for you, almost lapping up your tongue with his own before he pulls away.Â
âJust let go, forget the camera is even there,â He mumbles in your neck when you gasp at the absence of his lips.Â
He slips in another finger and thrusts faster, making you nod mindlessly as you surrender all control.You grip onto his bicep as he pumps in and out of you, begging him for more friction. You can hear how wet you were, and while you were embarrassed, Peter relished in it.Â
âCan you take a third for me baby?â He asks in a low voice as he sits up on the bed in between your legs. You nod vigorously but he quickly removes both fingers.
You open your mouth to complain but instead yelp out when Peter pulls both your legs closer to his chest as he kneels on the mattress. He set aside the camera briefly.Â
âYeah?â He searches for an answer.
âYes,â You grunt out, already desperate for much more than his fingers.Â
He massages your heat with his fingers again before he inserts three fingers in, jolting your body to sit up. You let out an obscene moan and couldnât help but to massage your clit while he fucks you with his fingers.Â
One hand being in competition with Peterâs while the other massages your boobs, youâre almost too dazed to notice the shutter then went off while you were closer to an orgasm.
âFucking incredible,â Peter breathes out before putting the camera with the new photo down, and leans down to kiss you. His pace never falters, making you whimper against his lips.Â
âIâm about to cum,â You announce shakily. Peter swallows your pleas with a kiss and just curls his fingers against your g-spot faster. You feel that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach and the pace of your clenching pick up.Â
âCum all over my fingers baby,â He answers, and you immediately let go. You hold Peter closer as you cum, heaving underneath him like youâre in heat. Your body Peter continues to finger you but only because he loves the way you suction around him.Â
He still lets you come down from your high, kissing you through it and massaging your breasts with his free hand during. When your breathing slows down, he sits back up and removes his fingers from you.Â
âNeed you inside of me,â You remind him as you reach over to palm his already hard cock against his stomach.
âGonna let me cum inside of you?â He asks, holding his cock in his hand already glistening with your wetness. He readjusts to line himself up to your pussy awaiting your answer.
You cock your head with your arms supporting your body from the bed. âIâll let you cum wherever you want,â You say.Â
Peter grunts at your answer before inserting himself into your entrance, and immediately throws his head back at the feeling, your warmth and wetness engulfing him.Â
âSo fucking tight,â He comments, and you silently agree as you feel yourself stretching out on him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him.Â
âFuck,â you moan out as he finds a comfortable pace for the both of you.Â
Or thatâs what you thought.Â
You hear a shutter from your camera and realize he took a picture (or two) of you in this position beneath him, moaning out for him flat on the bed with his cock inside of you.Â
You didnât have time to care as when he got his shots he immediately started to rock into you, and you felt the strength of him against your thighs before he picked up the pace.Â
You watch him thrust into you and slowly lose himself above you.
âI love the way you feel around me,â He pants out, closing in on your body with his forearms framing your face. You nod as the bed squeaks and your hands roam his body, stopping at his shoulders and the nape of his neck.Â
Peter obliges to your physical demands and dips down to suck on your neck, causing you to whimper as your body continues to jolt from his thrusts. His soft brown hair tickles your skin as his teeth chew at the sensitive skin in your neck. You donât know whether to giggle or moan, but youâre vocal regardless.Â
âGo faster,â You whine, becoming impatient with him.Â
âIâm not gonna last if I go faster,â He growls against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine. He thrusted slower, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee to bend it closer to your body. You felt him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that you knew you werenât going to last any longer like that.Â
âI donât care,â You cry out. Peter scoffs in your neck as if to say a begrudging âFine.â and kisses you on the cheek before kneeling back up. Heâs already twitching inside you before he begins thrusting again. You almost forget what you got yourself into until you feel his balls slap against your cunt repeatedly.Â
A string of curses escape both your mouths, yours because heâs just so big and you can feel the tension build up in your stomach again. Peterâs cusses are because you just wonât stop clenching around him in response, he feels like he might burst the next time you tighten around him.Â
âFuck, fuck fuck,â He mutters before spilling into you.Â
You go slack jawed at the feeling of him cumming inside of you. It feels hot between your thighs, in between the burning feeling of his hard thighs slapping against your softer ones, and feeling him twitch and coat your insides and the outside of your cunt with his load.Â
You cry out as he almost slips out of you, but realize heâs gonna take another picture. Youâre not sure what to do, or what exactly heâs capturing but you decide to listen to his earlier advice and let it happen. Peter places the camera on his eye while his cock almost goes soft half away inside of you, and you can feel him rubbing his cum around your thighs and up your hips.Â
He mutters another curse, before snapping the picture. You close your eyes and your legs when you decide that that was the last photo and miss how Peter compiles all of them on your bedside table.Â
Eventually, you look up and see him pulling back up his underwear and beckoning you to see the photos. When you get up and see 6 photos lined up from tonight.Â
One of you on your knees, your breasts protruding and almost being the main focus of the photo if it wasn't for your face. You want to laugh at how excited your eyes looked but you know it was only because of who was behind the camera.Â
Two more during and after the blowjob, one of you in the middle taking Peter in your mouth and giving the camera (but really, Peter) siren eyes. The other was you slightly disheveled, but Peter swore you were the prettiest girl in the world with drool around your mouth.
A third of you being fingered, your head is thrown back in unfiltered pleasure from his fingers, your breasts sitting high on your chest as youâre on your back and your nipples were glistening in the photo due to the suckling that happened off camera. While scanning this photo, you realize that being caught in the moment wasnât such a bad thing and Peter is silently celebrating he caught your O face in action.Â
The fourth was similar but you had more control over your pleasure as youâre on camera massaging your breasts and hand on your pussy. You feel like a vixen with the way youâre fondling yourself, Peter silently agrees as he knows you look like one.Â
Fifth and sixth photo show the before and after of Peter fucking you senseless. Fifth with your body being still underneath his, and the photo displaying that exhilarating feeling you both get when your bodies meet in the first thrust. And the sixth photo when youâre both comfortable enough to come down from your high together. The sticky, white cum is slayed over your sopping, wet pussy and Peterâs fingers and cock in the frame to remind you who fucks you like this.Â
âDo you like these? I can burn them away if you donât,â Peter runs his hands through his hair nervously, not trying to make you uncomfortable if the bit had gone too far.Â
You only shake your head with a laugh bubbling in your throat at his consideration and hug his much taller frame from behind. It felt good to rest your head on his back, while his arms engulf yours from the front.Â
âI love them, I love you,â You speak low but loudly enough so he can hear, and feel, your words.Â
âWhich ones do you want to keep?â He asks.Â
You know itâs out of courtesy, just one of those things you two got used to asking each other after taking pictures on this camera. You kept the silly anniversary photo while he kept the very nice one he took of you.Â
âItâs all for you,â You answer. Peter sputters quickly, turning back around to see your face when you say it, you only nod in full seriousness.Â
He leans down to kiss your cheek as a thank you and you only smile back.Â
âI think youâd get more use out of it than me,â You add with a tinge of humor. Peter only plays it off with another suggestion while hugging you from the front. His arms wrap around your shoulders while you rest your head in the crook of his neck.Â
âYou know what though?â He asks, trailing his hands down to your naked hips, stopping to cup the round of your ass.Â
âWhat?â You mutter in his hold, already feeling your body heat up at the thought of round 2.Â
Peter smirks before snaking one of his hands to your pussy. Knowing that youâre about to start throbbing, at the thought of him. You gasp before he speaks and he chuckles while he proposes his new idea.Â
âI think itâs only fair if we make a movie now.â
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canât get you off my mind
(late night talking part 2)
Summary: your first night at LOT leads to a new depth to yours and harryâs⊠friendship
Warnings: smut, 18+!!!
A/n: i love this one. thatâs all. this is all based off a very fun dream i had
hi guys!! thank you so much for all the love on this so far. if thereâs anything youâd like to see, anything for me to add, anything at all youâd like in the upcoming parts then please let me know đ«¶đŒxx
part one
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Harry spent the entire day thinking about you. Heâd dropped you at your hotel that morning, slightly against his will. He woke before you, and couldnât believe how adorable you looked sleeping. Your hair was a mess from tossing and turning in the night, your cheeks rosy from the morning heat and your rosebud lips puffing out with every breath.
He had places to be and you needed to shower, but once he saw the building you were staying in he decided youâd never go back there. It looked a state. The yellowing brickwork was falling apart, some windows were boarded up and the front door was wedged open for anyone to get in at any time. He made a mental note of your room number before he drove off.
Youâd exchanged numbers as you left, but Harry hadnât heard from you since then. Although he was busy with work at the venue, outfit fittings and some sneaky self-care, he was starting to panic that he wouldnât speak to you again. So when heâd finally had enough of waiting by the phone like a teenager, he snapped a picture of himself with a sheet mask on. He sent it to you, then followed with a message.
harry: making myself pretty for you :)
He saw you were typing almost immediately, and his heart nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a picture from you flash up. You were wearing a tiny baby tee, and if he looked hard enough (which he absolutely did) he could make out the outline of your nipples under the shirt. You were surrounded by makeup, your hair already styled in perfect waves.
y/n: youâre pretty enough as you are. working hard on myself too đ
Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he read and reread your message. Tapping his fingers on the side of his phone, he stared up at the ceiling and wondered how youâd just been dropped right under his nose. He always shied away from women who were fans of his work, knowing it can get more complicated that way. But something was different about you, there was a reason heâd bumped into you last night, he was sure of it.
â
With soundcheck finished, all Harry had to do now was get ready. He wondered if you were outside already, where youâd be inside, what youâd be wearing. You hadnât caved and given him any details, so the possibilities had been running through his mind all day. He paced his dressing room, stretching out his strong arms. Every show was important, every show needed to go right. His first night at Wembley needed to be a good one. He just hoped heâd spot you, know you were there so he didnât have to keep looking for you. Sighing, he decided to send you one final text before shutting his phone off and getting in the zone.
harry: meet me at my hotel after the show? wonât be there until later but can give your name to the front desk :) x
y/n: only if iâm not intruding !!! good luck tonight, break a leg đŠ” x
Meanwhile, you were in the queue outside the stadium with your best friend, Joanie. You were both wearing denim halter playsuits, her with a blue feather boa and yours white. Youâd met each other at school where you bonded over One Direction, so you wished to be able to tell her about your night with Harry. But you knew whatever friendship was blossoming between you two could only continue in private, at least for now, and you knew sheâd understand when you eventually told her. She was watching you as you stood there, jittering and anxiously checking your phone. âWhatâs up with you?,â she asked, her face scrunched up. âOh. Nothi- Iâm just anxious to get inside,â you lied through your teeth, hoping she wouldnât ask any further. You knew the last thing on Harryâs mind right now would be texting you, yet you still waited for another message. You had your phone brightness turned all the way down so no one could see, and clicked on your text chain with Harry every few minutes. You couldnât stop looking at his selfie, his glistening green eyes against the white of the mask, the relaxed look on his face. He was shirtless, the heads of his inked swallows just creeping into frame. You hadnât even clocked heâd slept shirtless last night. The things youâd do if presented with that again ..
The queue began to move inside, and every wall you looked at showed you pictures of Harryâs face. It felt totally insane that the same man youâd joked around with like old friends was the one youâd be screaming to shortly. Part of you wanted to dial down your enjoyment, make him think youâre just a casual fan so he felt more comfortable around you- but you knew the second he came on stage that would be out the window.
You found a perfect spot a few rows back from the front of the walkway, knowing Joanie wanted to see âlittle freakâ and âmatildaâ up close. It wasnât long until you heard the opening chords of âdaydreamingâ and watched Harry burst onto the stage. The atmosphere was electric, and he looked divine in his red and white patterned jumpsuit. You and Joanie were screaming and jumping like children at a school disco, in pure disbelief of the love and wholesome vibes around you.
When Harry appeared just in front of you, you felt a buzzing in your chest. Youâd seen his eyes scanning the crowds, as if he was looking for someone, and you really hoped he was looking for you. As soon as you thought about it, his eyes landed upon yours. He sucked in a long breath, losing his train of thought mid-ramble. Harry thought you were beautiful last night but you looked almost heavenly tonight. Your playsuit hugged your curves perfectly, the half-up zipper showing an inviting amount of cleavage. He could see all the tattoos dotted up and down your arms, and the way you were grinning at your friend made his heart melt a little. You had an air of innocence about you, which he loved. Suddenly, your friend was looking at him awestruck and nudging you to see. You half-waved, sending him a subtle wink so as not to alert Joanie to anything weird. Harry managed to carry on with what he was saying, but his eyes barely left you the entire time he was there.
By the time he got around to âlate night talkingâ, Harry literally couldnât get you off his mind. In a sea full of people, itâs like there was a spotlight on you. The way you were dancing, your hair flying around you, he was mesmerised. The rest of the show continued in a blur, with Harry barely in control of his own actions. Going through the motions until he could see you later on. Grinding against the microphone, acting out the dirtier parts of every song. You riled him up in the perfect way.
âI need a little help from you all,â he spoke into the microphone, one hand scanning the crowd. âItâs a little hot today, and I think we need to cool down.â His face remained serious, though the crowd laughed after his antics all night. He was positively feral. Rolling his shoulders back, Harry grabbed the microphone as the first lines of âkiwiâ tumbled out his mouth. It didnât take long for him to be back in front of you, already drenched from the splashes of water heâd requested. He was standing there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face, full water bottle in hand.
She sits beside me like a silhouette
His hand traced the curves of his own body, eyes locked onto yours once again. The words you were screaming were no more than tiny squeaks now, heart caught in your throat as you watched Harry gyrating in front of you.
Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet
He raked a hand down the front of his body, pulling away just before he reached his goods. Something in his eyes said he wanted to touch himself right here, right now.
And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it
It's like I paid for it
He pointed towards you now, apparently totally incapable of anything except showing the world that he wanted to fuck you. Heat was swirling round your insides, this song did enough for you without Harry singing it for you.
I'm gonna pay for this
Just as the burning in your core got too much to bear, Harry unscrewed his water bottle and threw the contents right at you. You shrieked as the water hit you, drenching Joanie and the other girls around you. Harry returned your wink, the green of his eyes barely visible around his blown pupils, and moved on as if nothing happened.
âOh my God!â Joanie screamed, jumping up and down at your side. âHe was looking right at you!!â
You were so flustered, you couldnât even find words to respond. You were almost nervous for the show to finish, hoping Harry still had this energy later.
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Opening the door to your hotel room, you looked around with your jaw dropped. Everything was gone, all your makeup and clothes vanished from the piles around the room. All that was left was some gym shorts, a black t shirt and the pair of sneakers you wore last night. You turned on your heel, furious that someone had been fiddling with your stuff while you were away. It was only then that you saw the note pinned to the back of the door.
Y/N, this hotel sucks. Got you a room in mine. See you soon , H x
You couldnât believe what you were reading. That cheeky little bastard didnât even pre warn you that heâd cleared out your hotel room. You were desperate for a cold shower after the heat of the concert. Instead, you got changed quickly and scrubbed your makeup off, hoping that would make you feel a little fresher. Harry hadnât even left you clean panties to change into.
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Barging into his hotel room with the note still in your hand, you were half surprised to even see Harry standing there. You assumed heâd still be a while, but then, he didnât have to battle through the crowds to leave the stadium. âThere you are,â he grinned, so much more relaxed than youâd seen him a few hours ago. You flapped the note in the air, unable to even find words to question him. âHey,â he started, stalking towards you slowly. âYou canât stay there alone, I donât trust that place one bit. I put all your stuff in your room- itâs just one floor down from here.â You calmed down slightly at that, not even sure why you were so worked up to begin with. He was right, your hotel was the lowest of the low. âThank you,â you mumbled, looking up at him. Harry was standing right in front of you now, wearing only a thin t shirt and the gym shorts from yesterday. He looked exhausted, but totally wired.
âI couldnât take my eyes off you,â he whispered, barely audible above the hum of the music he had playing. âAre you kidding?!â You replied, eyes lighting up as a grin stretched across your face. âI couldnât take my eyes off you,â you laughed, poking a finger into Harryâs muscular chest. He grabbed your hand when you didnât move it away, looking into your eyes with parted lips. His own eyes were darkened, his pupils blown with a look you couldnât quite place. They dragged up and down from your eyes to your mouth, and just being subject to his gaze lit a fire in your core. He was animalistic. Harry traced along your jaw with his free hand, tentatively as if waiting to be stopped. Only, you didnât stop him. You werenât sure you could speak, even if you wanted to.
He let go of your wrist and ran both of his hands through his damp hair, before wiping down his face with his right hand. Harry took a step closer, his big frame overshadowing you as you stepped back until your hips hit the kitchen counter. Please, please let this go as far as I want it to, you silently prayed, wishing Harry could read your mind right now. He was still looking down at you, his firm chest rising and falling quickly. You placed a gentle hand against his pec, checking his eyes for any sign as to his next move. Harry merely cocked his head in response, as if trying to figure you out too. âHarry, please,â you moaned softly, hoping this would be all the permission he needed to have his wicked way with you.
Almost instantly, his hands were under your thighs, scooping you up and placing you on the countertop. He tilted your chin up and looked over your face one more time before his lips smashed into yours, starting a battle of tongues, teeth and lips. You wrapped an arm around his broad shoulder, allowing his tongue further into your mouth. Harryâs teeth tugged at your lower lip as he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. You were panting, half from the lack of air but mostly from the heat in your belly. You mentally scolded him for not leaving you clean panties as they were double soaked now. You wrapped your ankles around his hips, pulling him closer into you until your cores connected. His thick shaft poked your inner thigh, leaving you moaning and crumbling in front of him. âYou had me going crazy all night,â Harry moaned against your mouth, pushing his hands up and under your t-shirt. He kneaded your soft breasts as if they were warm dough, pinching your nipple as his lips moved down to your neck. His name tumbled out of your mouth over and over again, Harry, Harry, Harry, ringing around your head as he got to work on your body.
He stepped back, tilting your head up again to look him in the eyes as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your shorts and panties. You gave him a small nod, knowing heâd take that as your consent to do whatever he fancied with you. Harry whipped them off in one go, his cock twitching at the sight of you. Your lips were swollen and pink, pupils blown with lust. He could see the wetness glistening between your folds, looking beyond inviting. His fingers trailed up your thigh, circling your button before slipping between your folds. Your head fell to his shoulder as he pushed in and out of you, stroking at your sweet spot. Your walls were tightening around his knuckles already, so much pent up pleasure pushing you close to your climax already.
âSo close already, sweet girl?â Harry drawled, peppering kisses down your throat. You could only moan in response, feeling a ball of heat deep in your core. He slipped another finger in, rubbing on your button with his thumb, desperate to coax you to your high. âRight there Harry, donât stop, please donât stop,â you panted, screwing up your eyes as he bought you closer. âLook at me, Y/N, look in my eyes as you come,â Harry warned, his tone stern yet breathy. The minute you looked up at him, your orgasm flooded over you. Your thighs were shaking as you called out his name through pants, a hand gripping the back of his thick curls.
He kept his fingers moving inside you, slower now as you came down from your high, before rubbing a hand along your waist. âYou needed that, huh? Did so good for me baby,â he spoke softly, pressing kisses into your jawline. âIâm gonna take you to the bed now, okay?â He asked, pushing your hair out of your face. You simply nodded, unable to speak after such a fast and heavy orgasm.
Harry slipped off his shirt before sliding an arm under you and gripping you tight, carrying you over to the giant bed. He laid you down gently in the centre of the bed, kicking off his shorts and boxers. Your eyes were drawn to his groin as he gave himself a quick stroke, his erection bouncing up to smack the centre of his laurels. He was big. Bigger than he felt pressed against you, maybe bigger than youâd ever seen. âFuck,â he groaned, looking down at you with his lips rolled into his mouth. âI donât have a condom.â
âIâm clean, Harry. And Iâm on birth control,â you offered. Harry grinned. He wouldnât normally go raw, he knew the risks all too well. But man, did he want to. He could already feel the way your walls would stretch around him, the sheer pleasure of splitting you in two with no barrier in the way. It was risky, but heâd already taken enough risks with you. One more wouldnât hurt.
He climbed on top of you, resting one hand to the left of your shoulder. Guiding his cock to your folds, he moaned at the slightest touch. Youâd had him hard for so long now, Harry knew he wouldnât last long when he finally got inside you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed his head inside of you. He took the first few inches slow, reeling from how tight you were around him. âLet me know if itâs too much, okay pet?â He looked deep into your eyes as you nodded, throwing an arm around his neck. âMore, please Harry,â you whimpered, using one foot to nudge the back of his thigh. âYou wanna take it all, princess? Gonna get fucked so good by daddyâs cock?â
You moaned louder at his words, pure filth tumbling out of his dirty, dirty mouth. Harry bottomed out inside you, throwing his head back in relief. He had every intention of starting off slow and careful, but after pulling out, his first thrust was already hard and sloppy. He needed you too badly to waste time warming you up. âYou feel so good baby, never had someone so tight around me.â He rocked into you quickly, his free hand gripping onto yours. You had no idea sex could ever feel as good as it did right now. His cock was filling every inch of you, forcing satisfaction into places youâd never felt before. âHarry, fuck-â you whined, âIâm close.â
âCome for me, I want you to come baby.â His groin was rubbing against your clit, your pleasure threatening to spill out of you again. You looked up at him, just as heâd requested before, and stretched your neck to press sloppy kisses along his collarbone. Your body started to tense up again, you could feel your walls clenching around his shaft. You writhed under him, this orgasm more intense than youâd ever had. âFuck baby, fuck. Where do you want me to come?â He stuttered, throwing everything left in his body into thrusting in and out of you as you came down from your high. âInside me, please, fuck Harry.â You panted, clawing into the back of his neck. He wasted no time in painting your walls with his come, his thrusts becoming sloppy and half-arsed as he cried out your name.
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âYou didnât have to do that, you know. I wasnât expecting it or anything,â you spoke softly, moving your head to look up at Harry. He only wrapped his arm around you tighter, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. âI know. I wanted to.â He replied, pulling the duvet on top of you both with his free hand. âSeemed like you wanted it too,â he smirked, nestling his chin into your hair. You slapped his chest playfully, eyes heavy after your long night. You both fell asleep like that, tangled up in each other, wearing nothing but a pair of pants each.
part three
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Can I request some jealous! Eddie x cheerleader! reader? (Totally inspired to request bc of the Billy fic!) But what if Reader and Eddie had been dating for over a year and Reader is a cheerleader, and Eddie's jealous bc he always find Steve, Billy, Jason, and all those jocks flirting with reader (pretend this is B4 season 4) and once they were at Chrissy's party, Eddie to do deals, but he found the jocks flirting with Reader at a party (reader thinks the jocks are dumb). After some hours, Eddie has had enough, he takes her to his van and they have sex and Reader's like, if you were so jealous you should've told me! (But like, she's not angry, she thinks it's cute that Eddie acts overprotective and all that when he's jealous) ik you just wrote the Billy one, but I can imagine Billy and Eddie being like different kind of jealous boys (if that's a thing!)
Haha I'm glad you got some inspiration. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting đ«¶đ»
If the van is shaking, don't come knocking
Eddie knew that the second he took Y/N off the market, there would be consequences. When Eddie was chasing after her, he wasn't the only one. He was running with every boy in school, all competing to win her heart. He knew she was way out of his league, and he knew if he fucked up, she has many options waiting for her.
But for some reason, she set her eyes on Eddie at the start and they never wandered off. Eddie doesn't understand it, but he isn't gonna question it.
Sadly, the jocks didn't quite stop chasing her after their relationship went official. Eddie felt like he had to beat guys off of her with a stick. Even after a full year of being together, the basketball ball team watched her more than the ball. Eddie almost wanted to join the team just so he could throw the ball at their dicks.
Billy Hargrove, a blonde with blue eyes and a reputation for being amazing in bed. Eddie knows Billy isn't a real competition because Y/N was sweet and hated assholes. Plus he looked nothing like Eddie, and Eddie knows he's Y/N's type. So only a .5 threat to Eddie. But Billy knew how to flirt, and that scared Eddie.
Jason Carver, another blonde and blue eyes, is not a threat to Eddie. Incredibly rich? Yeah, he's got that over Eddie's head. Still an asshole, but less than Billy. A full-point threat to Eddie.
Steve fucking Harrington, has dark hair and dark eyes. Bits of curls were thrown in and moles on his delicate skin. He was rich, smart, stupidly friendly, and one of Y/N's closest friends. And the damn guy was good with kids, which Y/N fawned over. A full ten-point threat to Eddie.
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It was party night at Chrissy's and Eddie didn't want to leave the van. Y/N was wearing dark jeans, an old hoodie of Eddie's, and white sneakers. And Eddie wanted to pounce. The way her perfume lingered on his hoodie made his brain shut off and his dick has full control. He couldn't help but move his hand up her thigh and kiss her neck.
"Let's just stay in here." He whispered, his hot tongue licking up her neck. She whined as she melted into his touch. He always knew how to get her hot and bothered in seconds.
"I wish, but we can't. Chrissy was pissed when we skipped the last party to hook up in the hot tub in the basement." Y/N whined, but not trying too hard to push him off.
"Ugh fine. Stupid cheer squad." Eddie said as he groaned. He pulled himself away and took out his keys.
"Be nice!" Y/N warned. She gave him a stern look but still pecked his lips before they got out of the van.
And just like months to a flame, the boys came running.
"Heya gorgeous, interested in some beer bong?" Billy asked, his shirt unbuttoned as his chest glistened in some type of liquid. Eddie slipped his hand into Y/N's back pocket, a glare sent to the bad boy.
"Maybe in a bit? Eddie and I are going to get a drink!" She said sweetly as she waved. Eddie sometimes hated how sweet she was to everyone.
"I'll let your boyfriend play!" Billy tried again, a smirk on his face when Y/N squealed excitedly.
"Baby! Let's go play. You kick ass at this game all the time." Y/N said, grabbing his hand out of her jeans pocket to hold it and drag him to the table.
Y/N swept the hoodie over her head, she didn't want to ruin it with stains of beer or whatever alcohol was in the cups.
Eddie growled as Billy whistled, his eyes taking in Y/N's tight black long-sleeve. Eddie couldn't help but stare as well, but he's the boyfriend so he's allowed to do that.
"Just go, Hargrove," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.
"If I win, your girl is my partner for the next round," Billy said, smirking as he threw the ball and it landed perfectly in the red solo cup.
Eddie already planned to win, but now he wasn't leaving until he embarrassed the king of Hawkins.
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"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Y/N screamed, a little tipsy. She held her arms up proud as Eddie sank the ball in the last remaining cup. Eddie smirked as Billy glared over, his girl wrapped herself around his body in a side cuddle. Eddie stood proud, his hand came down on her ass and he gripped it hard. Billy's eyes watched with anger and jealousy as he chugged the drink.
Y/N put back on Eddie's hoodie and grabbed Eddie's hand.
After the game, they finally made it inside the actual party. And to no surprise, Jason found them.
"Well hello, beautiful. How are you?" He asked, his eyes not looking away from her.
"A little tipsy. Eddie and I just creamed Hargrove at beer pong." Y/N said, she was so friendly and sweet that she didn't notice every time she brought up Eddie, these boys fought back a glare. Almost like she was always reminding them without knowing.
"Good. Someone needed to take him down a few" Jason said, and Y/N laughed. Of course, Jason felt like he was the man for making her laugh. But so what, Eddie made her laugh a hundred times a day.
Jason and Y/N talked for a few minutes, Eddie stood next to her but didn't contribute to the conversation. Just kept his eyes on Jason to make sure he didn't try anything.
"Need to run to the bathroom. Be aware of your surroundings and don't let him flirt into your mouth." Eddie said, pecking her cheek. She nodded and moved to peck his lips.
Eddie knew he had to be fast, the boys watched her like a prey. The second the alpha was gone, they prepared to attack.
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Eddie went as fast as he could, washing his hands in five seconds as he raced back out. Only to not find her in the same place he left her.
It was thirty seconds, how the fuck did she move so fast?
He searched the house and made his way to the kitchen. He smiled as he watched her sit on the counter, her feet dangling as she sipped on water. He panicked and all she was doing was being a good girl and drinking water.
Eddie for the first time since they came, felt like it was just the two of them. But then Steve walked right into the perfect picture.
"Thanks for the water." She said as she chugged it down.
"Of course, someone should be watching over something as delicate as you," Steve said, his fingers reaching up to touch her chin, but Eddie's hand stopped him. He didn't say a word, just growled at Steve and shoved him.
Steve was the one guy he refused to let flirt with her for one second. Steve backed off and pouted as Eddie grabbed Y/N's hand and raced them out the door.
"Eddie? Where are we going?" She asked, her feet trying to keep up with his long strides. But Eddie didn't say a word, he opened the back of his van and crawled in. Even though he looked pissed, he was a gentleman and gently helped her up into the van.
"What's wrong?" She tried again as he slammed shut the doors. Instead of answering, he smashed his lips on hers. He easily pushed her down, her back against the soft carpet. His hands were working up and down her body at a fast pace.
They pulled apart to quickly take off their clothes, both eagerly trying to get naked as fast as they could. Y/N didn't even have time to take off her bra when Eddie was pushing her down again.
He dove between her thighs, hot tongue swirling around her clit as he shoved two fingers into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around them. Getting them soaked in her spit. She let them go with a loud pop, then he took the same fingers and shoved them into her cunt.
She whined as his mouth sucked on her clit and his fingers scissored inside of her. He was fucking her fast, and it made her head spin. She could feel him forcing an orgasm out of her. Like he wanted her to cum in seconds. She moaned, her thighs clenching around his head as her hands dug into his hair. She kept his head in place as she rocked her hips against his tongue and fingers.
But before she could cum, he removed himself. She whined after him, her hands reaching for him.
"One second, pretty girl. Just want you to soak my cock." He smirked, leaning down to peck her lips as he pushed his cock inside of her. She whimpered as his cock stretched her out even further. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he started fucking into her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. She was screaming and clawing at everything she could. He was ruthless, almost animal-like. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, chest, and every part of skin he could reach. His hands were above her head as he looked down at her. He watched her face as her body took his cock perfectly. The way her cunt would clench around him, letting him feel the pulsing inside of her. Then her eyes would squeeze shut and her mouth would drop open with screams, moans, and whimpers.
Eddie wanted the van to shake. He wanted everyone to hear her. He wanted everyone to know she was getting fucked good by her boyfriend. He hoped Billy was still playing beer pong, he hoped Jason went outside for air, and he hoped Steve followed them outside. He wished more than anything they could see his van shake and know her tight cunt was getting fucked by him and him only.
His fingers went down to her clit, and that's when she saw stars. She screamed as she covered his cock in her cum. Her wetness making a mess everywhere and probably staining the carpet below them. She could feel Eddie in her stomach, his bulge showing as it moved inside her stomach. She pressed down on it, loving the way Eddie growled.
"Gonna fill this pretty pussy with all my cum. Gonna be dripping with my cum inside of you." He growled into her ear, he panted as he felt his balls tighten. His hot cum filled her as he bit down on her shoulder. She whimpered as her cunt grew sensitive and the extra hit of his teeth created marks on her delicate skin.
He slowly pumped himself dry inside of her, gently removing himself. He prepped her face with kisses and praise. Reaching for a spare towel he kept for these occasions. He gently wiped off her cunt, trying not to dive in for seconds as her cunt pulsed and gushed.
"If you were so jealous, you could've told me." She said with a breathy laugh. She was fucked out, barely felt anything.
Eddie looked up at her. She looked down at him with a fucked out, dazed look. A lazy smile on her face.
"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie winked
Eddie- a full threat to Billy, Jason and Steve
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