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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 5: Home Sweet Home

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W: Captain Price x Reader x Kyle Garrick (the poly 141 is building).

“I honestly think this is an improvement from your flat.” Ghost comments leaving your bag on a chair. “It is sad, but it's true.”

And he is right. The safehouse you have been assigned to is not ugly, it is just… artificial. Decorated to look lived in, but you know it isn't. Photos of people you don't know on the walls, books you haven't read and blankets you can tell are going to be itchy. But no one can trace you back here.

Ghost drove you here, Price made Soap and Gaz stay with him to have a chat with them. Chat, you are glad to be able to avoid, at least for now.

The safe house is not too far away from the base, but still enough not to be linked to it. It is a nice neighbourhood, better than your last one, it makes you want to go for a walk.

“Try to always stay inside, alright?” Ghost tells you sitting beside you. He caresses your thigh looking at your face. “I know it sucks to be stuck inside, but this whole thing would lose its purpose if anyone sees you leaving or entering the house.”

“So I can’t never leave the house?” You ask looking down. His gloved hand still caressing your thigh, and your hands find their way to it, playing with the fabric of his glove.

“You can, just need to be careful. But never alone, unless it is an emergency. Please, if Price hears you are wandering around alone he'll have a stroke.” He chuckles, stops moving his hand and instead puts the palm up letting you play with his hand. “You should have seen him yesterday when he woke up.”

“Was it that bad?” You ask, guilt flooding your heart at the mental image of Price panicking because of you.

Ghost nods. “He thought that we were pulling a prank on him, that we have you hidden. He made us show him our room, and then he went to look all around the base. Until I showed him the security footage of you leaving he didn't stop looking around.”

“I feel like an asshole.” You admit, unable to look at him and focusing on your hands together with his. Your fingertips find their way inside the glove and you begin to caress the palm of his hand mindlessly.

“It was a pretty asshole move.” Ghost chuckles looking down at your hands. “But I can understand why you would do it, everyone else too. No one blames you for doing it, birdie. You know that, right?”

It is then that you notice the current situation, Ghost is sitting side by side with you. Thigh pressing yours, one of his hands is on your lap with your own hand inside his glove caressing his skin, feeling the warmth. His other arm is resting on the back of your chair, and his hand find its way to your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb and moving your head to look at him.

He is wearing a basic black balaclava, no paint around his eyes, and you can see his blonde lashes for how close he is to you. Unconsciously, you look to where you know his lips are and you notice movement under the mask, he is smiling. He sighs and presses his forehead with yours. “C’mon, birdie. I made a promise this morning, don't make me break it so fast.”

“A promise?” You ask curious as you look back to the hands on your lap.

“Yeah, to Price. You are not supposed to know it.” He chuckles. “I shouldn’t tell you.”

And you shouldn't push it, you should be nice. But you are nosy and he hasn't said no jet. So you look up to him, through your lashes and ask softly. “I won't say anything… please?”

He groans closing his eyes and pulls his head back looking ahead of you. “How can I say it?” He pulls the hand from behind your head to rub his face. “Price and I talked last night, about how since we met there has been an… attraction between all of us.”

“Okay.” You agree, feeling a light blush rise on your face.

“And we talked about how we did a poor attempt at having control over it. And how we basically jumped you, and that was wrong of us, like, you were literally handcuffed when you were with Gaz.” He says sighing, feeling embarrassed with himself. “And I definitely shouldn't have done it the way I did.”

“It's okay.” You admit, still unable to look at his face. “I didn't complain… wait.” You say finally looking up at him. “You knew Gaz and I were…”

“Humping each other like teenagers? Yeah, I noticed.” He says chuckling when he sees your shocked expression. “Birdie, I took the car for maintenance the next morning to check the car's suspension because of how many potholes and curbs I hit. And you think I didn't do it or purpose?”

You cover your face with your hands chuckling in embarrassment, Ghost hugs you from the side bringing you close to his chest making you feel the vibrations from his laughs. “Are you getting shy now, birdie?” He asks and you nod, unable to answer. He then gets close to your ear and whispers: “You weren't shy when I had my tongue up your ass.”

You shriek slapping his arms to get away making him laugh with his whole chest and when you manage to get up, he grabs your hips keeping you within arm's reach. “Let me go, I'm going to sleep.” You say trying to keep some kind of pride.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, was just playing.” He says standing up and hugging you again. “Just like how I played with your clit.”

“Shut up!” You exclaim, heating up, whether it is from embarrassment or something else, is not important right now. He laughs again and drops a kiss on the top of your head as a peace offering: “Go to bed, birdie. I'm sure you didn't get much sleep last night.”

You slap his arm one last time before walking down the hall, but he calls you again making you turn: “Take this, is a burner phone, so no one can track you through the phone. Price, Soap, Gaz and my number are already on. If you need to send anyone else a message or something, we will send it through your phone back at base, the antenna back at the base makes it impossible to track.”

You take the phone from his hand and slap your forehead when you see the time. “I need to call my boss!”

“About that, you don't have to worry about it. You are now on a witness protection system, so you actually can't just go. Price is going to talk to him, and he will figure it out. Price will take care of it, don't worry.”

You nod, not completely convinced, and after getting a kiss on your forehead you get inside the room, ready to sleep.

A couple of hours later, the clatter of pans and dishes wakes you up. You look at the time and realise you have slept almost all morning, so you stretch still on the bed, stand up, wash your face in the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen when you are met with Kyle's back.

“Morning.” You say smiling walking up to him. He whips around looking disproportionately scared by the situation and you look at him confused.

“Fuck sake, doll. We gotta get you a bell or something, almost shit myself.” He says with a hand on his chest and you laugh at him.

“That's what you get for being a snitch!” You exclaim putting your hands on your hips.

A perfect smile appears on his face that gets you weak on your knees, and he cups your face still smiling. Dammit, pretty boy. “I just couldn’t help it, luv. You look irresistible when you are flustered.” He says giving you a peck on your cheek. “Are you hungry? I brought you some groceries and bought you lunch.”

You look over his shoulder to check what he bought, and satisfied with his choice you bit the bait of his peace offering. “You are safe for now.”

The safe house is far from a mansion, but still, it is much better than your flat. More than one person can fit into the kitchen, there is a sofa and an armchair in the living room with a TV on a coffee table. Down the hall, there are two rooms and a bathroom with an actual bathtub inside. So yeah, a lot better than the old one.

Kyle and you have lunch on the sofa, and after you both stay seated basking in each other company. You can't help but stare at him and think about the first time you were close to him.

In just the last two days, you have grinded yourself against Kyle's dick, kissed and gotten yourself eaten out and fingered by Price, gotten your ass eaten and pussy fingered by Ghost and kissed and throat fucked by Soap.

Truly an interesting Tuesday.

It's not like you had never done those things before, but still, before them, it has always happened after a relationship was built and not in the order it happened that's for sure.

Fooling around with Kyle was rejuvenating, you are not even old, but still, it felt like fooling around with your first boyfriend. Horny enough to need to feel each other but not ready still to face the vulnerability of getting naked in front of each other.

With Price, he made you feel like a fucking goddess. As if he should be the one thanking you for eating you out. You could hear him moan against your cunt and there was not a centimetre of skin he didn't kiss that night. Such a soft way to make love it almost didn't make sense how nasty he make out with your pussy that night.

Simon was the opposite like a professor teaching a bratty student their place. Any of these men could have you on your knees begging if they put their mind into it, but Simon made you want to act up. Pull his string and step on his nerves. He left you so vulnerable, completely naked and exposed to him, and still, there was not a second where you didn't feel safe.

And Johnny. Oh, sweet, sweet Johnny. You couldn't wait to get your hands on him again. Something about the way he whined your name when you had only barely touched him, the way his pupils almost got a heart shape when you kneel before him.

But that little shit had a big mouth, not that he meant to cause harm, you know that. Unlike Gaz, the second little shit truly was striking for gold this morning. And now, he was sitting on the other side of the sofa, with your feet on his lap looking all innocent and completely unbothered by everything.

So calm.

It bothered you.

Little shit doesn't deserve peace and calm.

Little shit deserves a kick on his balls.

But just when you are about to, you remember his face last night when he saw you enter the mess hall, looking terrified and like a wounded puppy. He looked so worried, and he hugged you so warmly. So the kick doesn't arrive, instead, you plant the heel of your foot right on his crotch forcing a grunt out of him.

“Easy, luv” He says rubbing your ankles.

“You deserve worse.” You say looking at his face as you keep pushing around.

“Rude, why do you say tha-at?” He asks half moaning the last word.

“You were going to rat me out this morning.” You answer beginning to move your foot up and down his growing erection.

He closes his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. “You just look so delicious when you are flustered, doll. Couldn't help myself, would you forgive me?”

“I'm not sure yet, I'm still deciding.” You respond, pressing with a bit more force on his tip earning a moan from his throat.

“Take all the time you need.” He mumbles as he starts to move his hips against your feet.

Confusion floods your brain for a second, Ghost couldn't even kiss you this morning because he had given his word to Price but Gaz was happily humping your feet for his satisfaction.

Did Price don't make him promise? No, that doesn't sound logical. Kyle was the one who started everything, Price must have made him promise more than everyone else. Kyle simply doesn't care about it.

Price won't like that.

If only Price got to know Gaz had broken his promise.

There it is, your kick on his balls.

Figuratively.

For now.

You sit up, removing your feet momentarily earning a whine from Gaz at the loss. He looks at you with a pout on his face, cheeky bastard. It only lasts until he sees you undo his belt, and then a boyish smile appears on his face.

He reclines with a smug smirk on his face and looks up to you as you get his growing boner free. You lick a thick strip of spit into your hand and start to stroke his dick slowly. You look at his face and he looks back delighted.

“If you treat me like this every time I bother you, I'm not stopping ever, luv” He says between whispered moans.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” You ask chuckling.

“When my mouth is busy.” He admits, licking his bottom lip and leaving his mouth half open so moans can slip easily.

“It's that so?” You ask, and with your free hand you raise your t-shirt exposing your tits with a little bounce that Gaz doesn't miss by the way his dick twitch in your hand.

“Fuckin’ hell, luv.” He says beginning to move his head, but you pull his hair back and pressed your tit against his head which he gladly begins to suck onto making you groan softly.

“Much better.” You sigh closing your eyes enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth against your nipple, you move your hand from his head down to his jaw caressing it and feeling the muscles of his jaw flex as he makes out with your boob.

Slowly and shamelessly, Gaz's hand find its way down your back. He doesn't bother to play coy, and as soon as the hand reach your waist, it goes under your pants and your underwear grabbing a handful of your ass cheek making you whine.

You press your thumb and index in his cheek, pressing between his teeth forcing him to open his mouth and say: “Play nice or I won't play with you, Garrick.”

He smiles at you as much as he can with his cheeks pushes and sticks his tongues out to lick your nipple. “Yes, ma'am.”

You could still kick him, literally. It would be faster and it'll probably erase the stupid smug smile from his face. But patience is a virtue.

So you shove his face against your boob again, and sigh when you feel his fingers travel down your lips. He moans when he feels your wetness just for your disgrace, the last thing you needed was to grow his ego. He slips them between your lips, gathering up the wet arousal pooling on your panties. He moves then to the front and begins to rub your clit with his fingertips.

There is precum leaking from his tip, and you bring your fingers up to press your thumb against his slip and circle it, smearing his precum around it, making him moan.

“Let's go to the bed, Kyle.” You half mumbles half moans.

“Let me just do it here, doll. Inaugurate the living room” He mumbles against your skin. You slap him on the back of his head and stand up.

“I'm planning on having most of my meals on this sofa, so get up.” You argue pulling his hand.

“If you are still hungry, I have something you could eat.” He jokes as he stands up, making you look at him with a grimace look on your face making him laugh.

“Don't ever say anything like that, Kyle. For god sake.” You say shaking your head as you walk your way to the room. You open the door and quickly take the rest of your clothes. You look back at Gaz who is looking at you a bit stunned and you chuckle. “I think it would make it a lot easier if you took off your clothes.”

He pulls his t-shirt from the back of his head throwing it somewhere, and gets rid of his clothes as he walks up to you. When he was almost bent over himself on the sofa, whining around your boob, it was easy to get confident and boss him around. Now, with both standing up and as he gets closer to you, you need to look up because of the size difference. He notices it too, how you start to speak softer and your expression is kinder.

He chuckles to himself, positioning his hands under your arm and effortlessly throws you back on the bed, crawling over you instantly. You try to sit up, leaning on your elbows but a firm hand on your chest gets you flat on the bed soon.

You look up to him and see him cock his head like a dog. “What?” You ask and it makes him smile with that fucking toothpaste ad smile. “There it is, I thought you lost your voice. You went silent so suddenly.” He teases.

“Oh, shut up, Kyle.” You say chuckling and pinch his nipple making him chuckle as well. For a second you stay chuckling, looking at each other and enjoying the opposite company. Until suddenly it feels a bit too intimate, and almost at the same time, you make eye contact feeling shy regardless of the lack of clothing.

So you cup his face with both hands and pull him close kissing him on the lips. If he can’t see the affection in your eyes, he can't accuse you of anything.

He caresses your hip, drawing circles with his thumb as he slowly reaches your mount and you slightly spread your legs involuntarily.

“Eager little thing.” He mumbles against your lips smiling, and you bite back: “I can feel you leaking onto my thighs, Kyle. Don't get cocky.”

He chuckles under his breath and without more preamble one of his finger finds his way inside your cunt as he uses the palm to rub your clit making you moan. Wet kisses travel down your throat when you move your hands to the back of his face, his finger’s movement becoming faster and not for long before a second one finds his way inside as well. You lower one of your hands to rub his erection against your tights, feeling the wet spot at his tip growing.

Fuck does it feel good to be desired.

Little moans of your name leave Kyle's mouth against your neck giving you goosebumps and causing you to squirm in his hand needy of more.

“Kyle… please” You moan throwing your head back.

“Not yet, doll. I wanna see you come as prettily as you did on the car again before I get my dick inside this little tight cunt.” He groans against your cheek.

You moan at his crude words arching your back, twisting your face to kiss him. Teeth clashing in the process, but too desperate to care. The band on your stomach snaps almost surprising you, and for a second you can hear your ears ring. Kyle’s hand is still rubbing your clit, but almost like a feather now helping you ride out your orgasm.

You make eye contact with him, checking on you to see if you are alright and when he is satisfied he sits up, pulling you closer circling your legs around his slim waist and palms his erection; rubbing your clit with his tip. “Are you all right, luv? Need another second?”

“Fuck me already, Garrick” You tease propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kyle smirks at you and slowly enters his dick stretching you out; he leans down closer to your face and you both moan on each other mouth as he enters. Slowly enters, and then draws back, just to enter a bit more. Little by little, as he kisses your mouth passionately. Your hands on his back slightly scratch his skin making him groan softly between moans, his tongue enters your mouth caressing your own.

This all started as a way to get Gaz in trouble, but honestly, you are starting to hope it doesn't work. Just so you have to try again.

“Fuck, doll. Such a sweet lovely cunt” He mumbles, already losing his mind, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “Sucking me in so fucking nice.”

It shouldn't turn your own as much, such crude words, but you are not really thinking clearly and every word that leaves Gaz’s mouth is like a compliment to your core that makes you clench against his dick.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asks against your neck dropping little open mouth kisses. “Hm? When I tell you how fucking godly you feel, luv?”

“Yes, fuck, yes” You moan back, curling your legs and pushing him closer, wanting him to go deeper as if you were not feeling him up to your cervix already.

His hand found its way down to your clit, circling it with his fingertip, making you meowl at the sudden extra stimulation. You can feel your orgasm approach, and you open your eyes to look at Kyles's face.

But when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Price leaning against the doorframe; cigar in hand, a disapproving look on his face and a formidable hard erection on his pants. You lock eyes with him, a shameless smile creeping in and making Price shake his head with a similar smile on his face.

The focus quickly moves back to Gaz when he starts to thrust more shallowly, rubbing your clit quickly. “Cum for me, please. I wanna feel you come around me, please, please, doll, please.” He moans against your skin, and completely ignoring Price's presence, you come undone in harmony with Gaz.

Little black dots blur your vision for a second because of the surprising pleasure, almost missing the way Gaz moans your name we come undone following you. You are not sure if you are seeing or imagining when you see Price walk out of the room, and when you try to raise your head to see you come face to face with Gaz. “You okay, luv?” He asks with heavy breathing looking at your face and smiling.

You nod at him smiling, simmering in the afterglow of your orgasms. Only breaks away when something drops next to your head on the bed.

Gaz and you turn to look at Price who is now standing behind Gaz. “Shit.” Gaz mumbles trying to peel away from you, only for Price to press a hand on his back pushing him back against you making you both groan since Gaz is still inside you.

“No, no, please, don't stop on my behalf. I wouldn’t like to bother you.” He says dryly, no vestige of humour in his voice.

Gaz looks at you, making eye contact for a second until both of you turn to look at whatever it was that fell next to you, and when you see the lube bottle it finally sinks in what the two of you have just done.

Both of you quickly try to look at him, kind of guilting the other to not get the short side of the stick. “Settle down you pair of brats.” Price says, he sits on the back of Gaz’s thighs, pressing him deeper making both of you softly moan again. He uncaps the bottle, pouring a fat blob of it in his fingers and pulling Gaz’s hair back making him arch his back once he throws the bottle back. “Unlike this brat, I’m not gonna fuck you, birdie. But the two of you put on such a show that has me in need of some… release.” He says while he caresses Gaz’s hole with his fingertips, getting through the muscle ring as he enunciates the last word.

“Shit, Captain…” Gaz moans, feeling your cunt clench when you feel his dick twitch back to life for a second time. “Don’t “Captain” me now, Kyle. What about your truce? Did any of my words get to your head or was all your blood down on your dick when I was talking to you?”

Gaz is not the only one getting the reprimand, a new cocktail of feelings is developing inside you. There are some hints of shame, the shame of getting caught mid-orgasm, the shame of Price barely acknowledging you at all, and the shame of feeling like you are intruding on whatever arrangement they had before you came into the picture. Again, the little self-aware thoughts that permanently reside in your mind appear, making you aware of the situation.

A loud moan from Gaz brings you out of it before they can materialise, and you come face to face to the fuck out face of Price after bottoming inside of Gaz. Having sex with Gaz was gentle, with more roll of hips and deep thrusts; but Price? He is obviously annoyed with the both of you, and his hard and fast thrusts are proof of it.

You can feel Gaz’s dick hardening inside you stretching you again. And even though he isn’t physically pulling in and out, Price's thrust forces his hips to roll against you giving you a delicious constant stimulus both inside and against your clit. That, joint with the fact that Gaz is moaning in such a filthy way against the skin of your neck quickly has you moaning in tandem with him. Bitting your lips to quiet them, feeling like they are not wanted, like you are just collateral damage to Price and Gaz's little get-together.

You force your eyes close when you feel Price look at you, he furrows his eyebrows when he notices you looking uncomfortable. Are you not enjoying it? Why do you turn away from him?

He switches his rhythm, caressing Gaz’s hips with a hand and bending down to cup your face with the other. He grazes your bottom lips freeing from your bite and drops his thumb inside your mouth making you lick it. He drops down to your ear to whisper: “Don't run from me, sweetheart. Not again, please.”

He raises his hand on Gaz's hips to hug him on his chest, pulling him close to him, and biting him on his shoulder. With what little space that earns Gaz, he begins to move between you and Price, earning a moan from everyone in the room.

It is such a filthy scene, so porn-worth, still, there is such a palpable sense of care from everyone involved. Fuck, the moment they get bored of you it's going to hurt like a bitch.

“I can't!” Gaz moans, the overstimulation getting the best of him. Poor boy getting his prostate destroyed and his dick milked at the same time. You can't barely manage yourself, you pity him. But again, that's what he gets for snitching.

“Yes, you can. And you will.” Price moans against his neck, and at the same time he drags his hand down your body just to rub your clit causing a chain reaction when you clench for the reaction, causing Gaz to groan and clench as well.

Is not much longer until you feel Gaz finish inside you for a second time, drooling against your shoulder skin while he hugs you needy of something to ground him. You quickly hug him back when you feel yourself spilling over the edge, and just a couple of seconds later Price finishes as well inside of Gaz.

He drops himself over the two of you earning a groan from you for being squished by both men, but you only get a chuckle in return from the both of them. “At least like this, we know you aren’t going to go running again.” Gaz murmurs against your skin only for you to hear, warming your heart.

“The two of you are gonna give me a headache, I just know.” Price mumbles kissing his bite mark on Gaz’s shoulder while making eye contact with you. “Get washed, dressed and come down to the living room. We have a little meeting the five of us.”

When he goes to sit up, you quickly grab his shirt pulling him close and ask softly. “Can we stay like this for a little more, please?” The neediness and clinginess being too hard to ignore.

Kyle and Price look at you as if you are the most precious thing on the whole planet and quickly nod going back to the weird body pile you were on. “Yeah, of course we can.”

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liyahin4k · 1 month

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(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲-baby talk😏

Paige always love the relationship you and drew had whenever you two went to visit drew would always be under you stilling you away to go play or just watch movies whenever she saw you two together it made her heart warm up.

Still in the side lines with drew on you lap and his and Paige’s dad next to you you all watch Paige play go Paige drew yells making you and their dad laugh.

Hearing your laugh Paige looked over and saw you tickling drew she smiled a certain question run through her head.

After the game you all went out to eat to celebrate the teams big win their dad had went back to the hotel they were staying in exhausted after the day you all had leaving drew in yours and Paige hands for the night.

Laughter filled the restaurant as the team told funny stories about each other checking the time seeing it was 11:00 you were ready to go and sense you had drew you didn’t want him out so late.

Hey we should go you whispered to Paige it’s getting late and drew pretty much asleep.

She looked at drew that was laying his head on your shoulder seeing him open and close his eyes fighting his sleep she nodded turning to the rest of the team telling them you were leaving you softly picked up drew as everyone said their goodbyes.

Walking to the parking lot Paige ran towards the car opening the door for you too put drew in then yours well thank you you smiled giving her a quick kiss getting in the car.

She smirked closing the door and getting in the car and began driving.

The ride back was filled with R&B softly playing and Drew’s soft snoring she glanced at you feeling nervous about what she was about to ask you you love drew right she asked you looked at her confused yeah why.

She paused taking a breath before speaking again I see the way you are with him and how much he loves you a-and when ever you’re around h-he’s always with you she began to stutter.

You looked at her softly giving her time to say what she had to say as she stopped the car in the parking lot of the hotel the look in your eyes made her want to crumble right there in spot she looked down blushing.

You grab her chin making her look at you what are you trying to say you asked softly smiling calming her down.

I-I want to have a baby silence filled the car, making her nervous seeing that you weren’t saying anything she began to panic I-if you didn’t w-want to we don’t it w-was just a-she was cut off when you pulled her into a soft and gentle kiss she sighed into the kiss taking you face in her hands.

You slowly pulled away softly smiling lets do it you whispered softly stroking her face her eyes widened r-really she asked shocked making you laugh yes if that what you want then..I want too to besides I really wanna be a girl mom you smiled.

You both laughed going in for one last kiss.

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animeficsworld · 5 months

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The Ending We Deserve

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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Seeing him in a wheelchair made you knees weak.

Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, Levi Ackerman.

When you left the Survey Corps, Levi and you parted. After many years of working together.

He always assumed you got married, had children or died during an attack.

But you never did.

You never moved on. You always loved him.

And now that the war has ended and you rushed to find him.

You heard news that he died along with the others, you heard news that he survived but was terribly injured and you also heard that he went insane and was locked away.

He didn’t notice you, he was talking to a man while you watched from afar.

You debated during the last couple of days whether you should find him and now, you debated if you should even go up to him. Maybe that old wound should not be reopened.

You watched as the man left with his son and you knew, now or never.

“Humanity’s strongest watching the sunset.” you said as you walked over to him, he turned and looked at you with a shocked expression. “Before you ask, no, I’m not a ghost.”

“Y/N… how?”

“Mikasa told me everything.”

“Everything?”

You simply nodded before you sat down in front of him on the bench.

“I thought I would never see you. I thought you got married or died.”

“I never got married. It was hard to find another dark midget with a terrible attitude.” he smiled, you knew that you were the only friend of his who was still alive. Actually, more than a friend. “I’m sorry, I got scared and I left. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, idiot. This way at least I didn’t lose you.” you laughed a little.

You looked at the skin as it turned orange and pink.

“I think you know this, but I have always loved you Levi. Ever since I left, every day, I spent worrying about everyone. But I mostly worried about you.”

“They are all gone.”

“Yes, but we are still here. Our lives shouldn’t stop because theirs did. I rent a room closeby, if you want… I can visit tomorrow.”

“Don’t leave. I have a house, stay there with me.” he offered and you could never say no.

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Almost a year passed since you decided to go back to Levi.

Almost a year since you two found each other and fell back into the same comfortable partnership that you two had years ago.

And almost a month since you two got married.

The wedding was in a small chapel with no one there. Only you two and a priest.

And it was enough. It was more than enough.

Now, with a simple gold band on both of your fingers, you decided to cook lunch, Levi was outside sitting on the bench, watching as the children of the neighbourhood played.

You heard him enter the room just as you finished with the food.

“Lunch’s ready.” you said and you felt a pair of arms around you, your back met his chest as he put his head into your neck. You stayed like that, allowing him to have his time.

“I want one.” he said in a low voice, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Lunch? I just made some we can eat-”

“No.” you were confused. What could he mean? You tried to think but you couldn’t realize what he meant.

“W-What do you mean? Tea?” you asked after a few minutes.

“A child.”

Now, that hit you like a cold shower. No, it was more like hitting a wall while going full speed.

“You what? You want a baby?”

“Yes.” his answer was simple.

“I didn’t know you would… I couldn’t imagine that you would want a baby.” He pulled back and you turned around, you looked into his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it through. I guess you don’t want to and its okay.”

“It’s not that.” you said quickly before he could move away from you, you put your hand on his chest, holding him there. “I just never could have imagined that you would want one. B-but I think we can. If you really want to. I would love to have a child with you, Levi.” you smiled at him as he placed his forehead against yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” you said.

Who could have thought all those years ago that you would have such a happy ending?

Who could have thought that you will have the ending both of you deserved?

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hi! could you do a Barca x teen reader fic please! also if you could include Lucy in it then that would be great :)

ouuu i gotchu 💯 i tried my best with this one !!

‘Nervous’ — Lucy Bronze

Summary: Lucy piqued your interest as soon as you were brought into Barça’s first team.. for multiple reasons

Warnings:

A/N: This is set a few years back so Lucy is around 18-19 years old, and other people are around the same age! No smut because 🫥🫥, but some slightly suggestive content and shitty spanish

You were extremely excited for your move from La Masia to the women’s first team. Being a youngster, it was a big deal for you; freshly 17 and already getting a chance to play with the first team, it meant the world to you.

Your first training was a fever dream. You met everyone on the team and introduced yourself, and you immediately got along with Aitana Bonmatí. She was the one that stuck with you throughout the training and ran you through everything.

“There’s one more person you haven’t met,” she told you, making you look at her funny. “Lucy, our right-back. She was at a training camp with her international team and she was supposed to be back today, but her flight got delayed,” Aitana laughed, and she continued with her dynamic stretches. You did too, but your movements weren’t as energetic because you found yourself lost in your thoughts. ‘Lucy.. why does that ring a bell?’ you asked yourself, feeling oddly bothered by this member of the team that you didn’t even know yet.

Your mind was devoid of thoughts for the rest of the training. You participated in rondos and shuttle sprints and mini games and overall had fun while getting to know your new team. Even a small conversation with the coach praising your skills told you that practice was going well.

Aitana approached you after training, her water bottle in one hand and her headband wrapped around the other. “You did well today. Buen trabajo, chica!” she said with a smile. You returned the gesture and thanked her. You both started to walk to the locker rooms to change out of your training kit, but you went rather slowly.

“Do you live with your parents?” she asked, and you shrugged. “Eh, they live around here, but I stay in the dorms at La Masia,” you replied, and she shook her head.

“Tsk, come with me! We have a team sleepover every month, to bond. Everyone will be there so you have to come,” she said firmly, begging you to agree until you finally gave in, and she smiled widely.

You were extremely nervous. When the time came for you to return to your temporary bedroom and gather your clothes for the sleepover, you were brooding over all the possible outcomes of the evening. What if you said the wrong thing and they all started hating you? What if you went to the wrong house, or got the date wrong? Aitana did say it was tonight… right?

“Oye chica, vamos!” a voice called out, and you quickly recognised it as Aitana’s. “I’m coming!” you yelled back, shoving your pyjamas into your duffel bag and grabbing the first toothbrush you could see, stumbling out of the room. The Spaniard was waiting outside of your room, her arms folded across her chest. “A taxi is waiting for us on the street,” she explained, and you nodded as you walked down the hall with her.

Once you had left the academy complex and gotten out onto the main street, you saw that she was right; Ona was standing by the curb with her bags, and a taxi was parked behind her. She was chatting with the driver before she turned around and smiled, pointing to you and Aitana and then saying something to the driver. You two walked over to the backseats and Ona strolled to the other side, flinging the opposite back door open and slumping into the seat. Aitana crammed in the middle and you were on the far side.

It didn’t take long for the taxi driver to deliver you to your destination. You three thanked him and apologised for the wait vigorously as you shuffled out of the car, hauling your bags with you. “Gracias taxista,” Ona said, struggling to fit herself and her large bag out of the door. Eventually, when you were all out, Aitana opened the gate to her house and you guys went in.

She had a nice house; it wasn’t anything too grand or fancy, it had a welcoming feel and actually felt like a home, which you thought spoke to Aitana’s character very well. You took your shoes off on the porch and carried them in, placing them beside the front door. A few minutes were spent looking around and getting familiar with the place before a loud bang from behind startled you.

“Patri– oi, where’s Patri?” a voice yelled, followed by multiple laughs. “She’s stuck on the gate!” another voice exclaimed through laughter, and Aitana flung open the door upon hearing this to reveal Patri on the gate by her shirt as they had said, and Mariona, Keira and Caroline rushing over to help her as Alexia tried to contain her laugh and Mapi clutched onto the wall for dear life as she cackled.

Ona let out a loud laugh as she ran over to see what the commotion was about, and she joined Mapi in howling with laughter against the wall. Patri eventually got to her feet and scowled at everyone, but as she was picking her bags up a smile appeared on her face. Patri — you would later figure out — was terrible at staying serious. They clamoured into the house and ran into the lounge, jumping onto the sofa and leaving their bags on the floor.

Mariona and Keira just managed to dodge the crowd of Ona, Patri and Mapi jumping stomach-first onto the couch, and Ona actually got unlucky and slid off the edge and landed on the floor.

Aitana and Caroline disappeared to drag out the spare mattresses that everyone would be sleeping on while Alexia helped Mapi up. You stood on the side, leaning against the wall, laughing at the scenes. At first sight, you’d think that Barcelona was the most serious team on the planet and they had no interest in doing anything other than preparing to be the best, but in reality it was the exact opposite; they were just girls doing what they loved at the end of the day.

Aitana and Caroline ushered everyone out of the way and dropped the mattresses right in the middle of the living room, then flung all the pillows that they could find on top. Keira and Caroline set their beds up on the couch though, and you hesitated to set up your sleeping area.

“Sleep on the mattress, (Y/N)!” Ona said, motioning to the ground. “Are you sure?” you asked shyly. Ona rolled her eyes jokingly, “No, I’m not sure,” she laughed, and then she beckoned to you, “Come down here!”. You smiled and bent down, unravelling one of the blankets Aitana provided and spreading it across the mattresses.

All of a sudden, you were all stopped in your tracks by a loud knock. You looked at each other, confused and slightly concerned. “Did you guys invite someone else?” Aitana asked the group, and they all shook their heads. “Frido is at the physio and Marta is still in Mataró…” Mariona said quietly. Cautiously, Aitana stood up and creeped towards the door, opening it swiftly. A gasp of surprise was heard before she exclaimed, “Lucy!”

Everyone jumped to their feet and sprinted to the door, but you were frozen in place. You stepped forward and peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of the woman that everyone was hugging and greeting.

She wasn’t too much taller than the others but you could tell that she was the same right-back Aitana told you about. She had muscles, and she looked strong. She was smiling and her hair was thrown into a bun and her eyes landed right on you. ‘Shit!’

“Who is this?” Lucy asked, motioning to you, her eyes fluttering up and down as she observed you and her smile didn’t fade. “Oh, that’s (Y/N). She’s the new teammate from from La Masia that Jonatan said was joining,” Ona explained.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Lucy,” she introduced herself. You already knew that she was Lucy, but she didn’t know that. Your words got caught in your throat for a moment before you nodded and smiled back. “Nice to meet you too,” you said quietly.

The woman intimidated you, not because she was scary, but because she was extremely good looking. The only downside was, she looked older than you. You had to constantly remind yourself around these girls that you were 17 years old, and you couldn’t go for Lucy even if you wanted to.

You sat down, trying to act nonchalant, and you watched from the corner of your eye as Lucy put her bag and her suitcase towards the side and slumped on the couch. She leaned back, putting her arms at her head and spreading her legs, relaxing her body.

Your body was far from relaxed when you saw this. It tensed up and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. To brush it off, you grabbed the front of your shirt and acted like you were hot, fanning yourself with it. Maybe not the smoothest trick, but it worked.

Questions were being thrown around, asking Lucy why her flight was delayed and how the England camp was and whatnot, but you weren’t really focusing. She had said that it was because of some weather issues or something like that… you hadn’t caught it.

“So, (Y/N)..” Lucy started, turning to look at you. “How old are you?” She looked interested, her lips curled into a small smile.

“I’m, uh.. 17,” you replied, meeting her gaze. You tried to hold it to prove to yourself that you weren’t as affected by her presence as you thought you were, but it was near impossible and you had to drop the eye contact because it was too intense.

She was intense. You could tell that she could tell your behaviour was off and you normally didn’t act like this. She was probably feeding off it.. if you looked, she’d be smirking, looking at you with a soft of intrigue that would make you tense.

“17? You’re pretty young. Must be talented,” she remarked, and when you looked at with widened eyes, she simply winked. Nobody else around you acted like her behaviour was anything out of the ordinary — in fact, they hadn’t been paying attention to your conversation at all, and they were all talking amongst themselves.

“I thought you were at least a couple years older,” Lucy continued, making you raise an eyebrow, “Bit of a shame that isn’t the case.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You replied, not being able to help yourself and stay quiet which elicited a laugh from the woman. “Don’t worry about it,” said Lucy, shrugging it off.

She leaned over to whisper at you, baring her teeth at you through a teasing smile, “Too much for your little brain to think about.”

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christopher sturniolo x layla venita summary: layla wants a fun night with her friends but when a man won't leave her alone, her best friend is always there to help. warnings: swearing, drinking, smut, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) word count: 6.1k a/n: y'all sue me I was feeling whore knee and I needed to write it all out. this is the longest one-shot I've ever done so i hope u like it <3

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For once in their life, my best friends decided to throw a party at their new house in celebration of their 21st. I have known Nick, Matt and Chris for about 6 years now and have watched their rapid growth online unfold in front of my eyes. I decided to move to LA not long after them knowing that I had nothing left for me in Massachusetts. The triplets were my family and they had been from the moment I met them.

When they told me they wanted to throw a party at the house we had only just moved into together 2 weeks prior, I instantly agreed because I wanted the opportunity to meet the rest of their friends who lived in LA. I put on my prettiest short black dress, the cutest pair of black heels I owned and my hair straightened as perfectly as my curls would allow me to. I went with dark eye makeup and red lipstick, pulling the whole look together with my dark brown hair.

They initially set the party to start at 10 pm and luckily we now lived in a neighbourhood that was spaced far enough apart that blasting music until 3 am shouldn't be an issue. 2 hours into the party, people that none of us knew started showing up and it became much bigger than any of us were anticipating but no one was planning on slowing down anytime soon. People turned the living room into a dancefloor and the kitchen was littered with empty bottles and cans of alcohol in a makeshift bar. I decided not to think about the fact we would have to clean this all up tomorrow as I poured myself another shot of tequila as well as one for Tara.

"I thought this was supposed to be a chill party!" Jake yelled over the loud music as I handed the small plastic shot glass to Tara and we both downed the tequila quickly. She took a sip of the can of Pepsi we decided to share as a chaser before I took the can and followed her actions.

"It was but this is way more fun!" I cheered once I placed the can down on the counter and suddenly, Tara was dragging me to the living room as SOS by Rihanna blasted through the house. We began swinging our hips and dancing alone, singing the lyrics loudly since the music drowned out our voices. I suddenly felt a presence behind me and I turned around to see a guy I didn't know the name of. He began moving his body with mine and I made it known that I didn't want to dance with him as I moved closer to Tara.

Unfortunately for me, Tara was now dancing with Zach who was equally as drunk as she was and they lost themselves in the music. I tried to continue dancing, making it known that I wanted to dance by myself or with my friends but this guy didn't seem to get the hint as Right Round by Flo Rida and Kesha finished playing. I got sick of having to move across the makeshift dancefloor to get away from this guy and I knew Tara was with someone she trusted so I decided to walk away. I went back to the kitchen to see Jake and Chris in the corner talking loudly to each other over the music.

I lost my balance slightly as I leaned over the bench to grab the bottle of tequila when hands wrapped themselves around my waist to steady me. I turned around to thank the person who prevented me from falling but I paused when I realised it was the guy trying to dance with me.

"Can I help you?" I asked with annoyance laced in my tone at the fact he didn't get the hint yet. I took a moment to observe him, hating the way his glassy green eyes looked down at me and his light blonde hair swooped across his forehead.

"You move pretty quick," he stated with a smirk and I furrowed my eyebrows before I rolled my eyes. I reached over the counter again, grabbing the tequila bottle and a random cup. I poured a rough shot into the red plastic solo cup before I topped it up with a can of Pepsi from the makeshift cooler we had made in a plastic tub.

"I move quick when I'm trying to get away from someone," I mumbled as I threw the Pepsi can into the trash before I took a sip of the drink.

"Don't be like that, babe," he put his hand on my lower back and I immediately pushed his arm off of me causing him to look at me with a drunken frown.

"Don't touch me and don't call me that," I huffed as I had another sip of my drink as I leaned my back against the counter.

"No need to be such a bitch about it," he moved to stand in front of me as he placed his hands on the table on either side of me and I made it known how clearly uncomfortable I was, "You don't know how to have fun? Come on, give us a smile at least sweetheart."

"Dude, how much more obvious can I make it that I don't want to be near you. Fuck off!" I burst in annoyance and his face shifted from teasing to anger. Suddenly I wasn't just annoyed and uncomfortable but I didn't feel safe being trapped between his arms. I quickly downed the rest of my drink before I threw it in the overflowing trashcan. I tried to push his left arm off of the counter but judging from the muscles along his biceps and the fact his arm barely moved he was clearly stronger than I was.

"I said don't be a bitch about it," he grumbled at me as I looked back up to his face again, unease flooding my body at the look of lust and anger mixed in his eyes, "What? You have a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, she does," I heard a familiar voice say and relief flooded me when Chris stood directly behind the guy, a deadpan look on his face. Finally, the guy moved his arms away from the bench and I quickly moved to stand next to Chris as the guy spun around to look at him, "There a problem here?"

"You're not her boyfriend, bro. You were standing there the whole time," the guy chuckled and Chris just smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I watched the guy just stare at us for a moment before Chris spoke again.

"She's a big girl, she can handle herself," he spoke much clearer than the guy in front of us whose words were slurred together messily and I let my body fall against Chris from the alcohol hitting me harder than expected, "Until drunk dickhead's like you pull up and harass her until I need to step in. Now do what she said and fuck off."

"You're not gonna share?" the guy asked cockily and Chris kept his composure as he swung his arm off of my shoulder, putting his arm in front of me as he pushed me behind him slightly.

"You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of my house before that pretty face gets so fucked up that you can't ever speak to another girl again," Chris spoke which such venom that I hadn't heard from him before and the guy instantly backed away once he realised how angry Chris was. Suddenly, he disappeared into the crowd of people in the living room and Chris's tense shoulders relaxed again.

"Thank you," I mumbled and Chris let out a sigh, turning around to face me as he gave me a half-hearted smile, "He freaked me out."

"How much have you drank already?" he asked, an amused smirk on his lips as he tipped my chin upwards to look into his eyes.

"I lost count," I shrugged, my movements slow and lazy. He shook his head with a smile before he swung his arm over my shoulders and he began pulling me outside. We exited the house and walked over to the firepit where the rest of our friends were.

"Where's Tara?" Nick asked from one of the white wooden chairs they placed around the fire.

"Dancing with Zach," I shrugged before Chris adjusted his arm around my shoulders to hold me closer to him protectively, "You don't have to hold me hostage. That guy left."

"He could still be here. I couldn't see if he actually left or not," Chris spoke matter-of-factly as he sipped on the bottle of beer he had in his right hand.

"What guy?" Matt slurred as he looked up at me from his place on the grass, his eyes glassy from the alcohol he had consumed. Seeing him drunk was funny to me because he was a fun but emotional drunk, "You look pretty."

"Thank you, Matt," I giggled and he scooted over to lean against my calf lazily as he closed his eyes.

"Some guy was being an asshole and wouldn't leave Layls alone," Chris rolled his eyes, his annoyance still lingering and I wrapped my arms around his torso. The blue sweater he wore slid up on his torso since he lifted his arm to take another sip of the beer so my hands were placed against the warm skin of his hip.

"Stop stressing about it Chris," I mumbled as his warmth kept me from freezing outside in my dress and he hummed in response. I looked down at Matt who was still slumped against my legs and I giggled, "Matt don't look up at me because you will see up my dress."

"I'm tired," he mumbled, completely ignoring my statement and my eyebrows threaded together in amusement. I looked up at Nick who sighed, rolling his eyes as he got up and walked over to Matt who was practically half-asleep against my legs.

"Come on. You're going to bed," Nick grumbled as he grabbed Matt's wrist to pull him to a standing position. Matt had outdone himself with the alcohol and that was clear as he almost fell as soon as Nick let go of him. As Nick rolled his eyes, he threw Matt's dead-weight body over his shoulder and trudged inside making me giggle.

Chris pulled me towards the chair that was previously where Nick had sat since it was the only chair still available, the other chairs had been taken by strangers. He unwrapped his arm from around me and sat down in the chair while, as per usual, manspreading with his black baggy jeans on.

He patted his lap before looking up at me, "You're gonna freeze. Sit down."

I sighed, placing myself on his right thigh as I crossed my legs over. I left my legs placed in between his parted thighs and he rolled his eyes before picking my legs up. He swung my legs over his other thigh before placing his right arm behind my back to prevent my back from digging into the armrest.

"Fuck it's cold out here," I shivered, the cold breeze covering my legs despite being fairly close to the fire.

"Well scoot closer and you wouldn't be cold," he mumbled before downing the rest of his beer. He placed the beer bottle on the ground beside the low chair and I moved to fall on his chest, my head resting on the back of the chair beside his, "Better?"

"Yup," I answered shortly as I wrapped my arms over my stomach. It wasn't strange for Chris and I to be this close, everyone knew he was my best friend. What was strange was when he moved his left arm to hang it over my thighs, pulling my legs closer to his torso as his right arm snaked around my waist even further, "You okay?"

"Mhm. You're like a little heater," he mumbled and I lifted my head away from the chair to look at him properly to see a smirk on his lips.

"We're sitting in front of a fire," I stated the obvious and my speech was slurred slightly from the amount of tequila I had consumed in such a short span of time.

"Yeah, but you're blocking half of it," he looked at me with raised eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

Before I could respond, Nick returned outside and walked over to us, "Layls, your ass is almost out sitting like that."

I went to move my hand from around my stomach to pull my dress down but Chris beat me to it, using his left arm that was slung over my thighs to pull down the bottom of my dress. His cold fingers brushed against the back of my thighs, sending a jolt through my body at the sudden contact.

"Thanks," I mumbled, looking at him and he hummed in response. He kept a grip on my dress to hold it down as he let his hand rest on the back of my thigh. I ignored the fire that ignited in my stomach, knowing it was the tequila in my system making me react like this to my best friend. Nick sat down on the grass beside us to keep himself warm near the fire as he sipped on his drink lazily.

We stayed like that for a while before I noticed Tara stumbling through the backyard as if she were looking for something. Her eyes caught mine and her face lit up before she jogged towards me, her shoes now lost somewhere on the property and her feet bare on the grass.

"Come have a shot with me!" she cheered as she stopped beside us and I pursed my lips, "Chris, Nick, you too. Let's go!"

She grabbed my hand, pulling me off of Chris's lap and I heard Chris chuckle as she dragged me inside. I looked behind me to see Chris and Nick following suit as we entered the kitchen. Tara quickly poured us 4 shots before handing one to each of us.

"Link up!" she yelled over the loud music as I picked up the shot and looked at Chris. I wrapped my arm around his, our elbows connected and he winked at me before Tara screamed, "Three, two, one!"

We took the shot at the same time before untangling our arms and I saw Nick and Tara make disgusted faces as they unravelled their arms as well making me laugh.

"Don't run away from me this time. I'm gonna keep an eye on you," Chris told me sternly and I nodded in agreement, knowing he was protective over me whenever we went out.

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I lost track of time as we kept drinking and dancing, losing ourselves in the sea of people. Chris was always nearby, talking to different people and having various drinks but he was always in my line of sight as promised. At one point, he joined me on the makeshift dancefloor before he got dragged away by someone I didn't see the face of.

Tara and I once again got tired and decided we would sit on the couch that was shoved into the corner of the room. We flopped on them, giggling in our drunken state at the feeling of the leather against our skin.

"Thank you for inviting me!" she said happily as she sat up, adjusting her hair on her shoulders as I lay with my legs hanging over the armrest, looking at her upside down since I had to tilt my head back to look at her.

"Thanks for coming bitch!" I yelled back before we fell into a fit of giggles again. I suddenly felt a presence in front of me and I looked up to see Chris standing in front of my legs.

Without warning, he pulled me up by my wrists before he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed at the sudden movement, putting my palms on his lower back to make sure I didn't fall flat on my face if he let go of my legs.

"Chris! What are you doing?" I yelled, my voice drowned out by the music and he didn't say anything as he held down the bottom of my dress with his left hand. He began moving through the crowd of people before he carried me upstairs, "Christopher!"

He walked down the hallway, the thick walls now drowning out the sound of the music downstairs and we paused at the end of the hall. I heard something click before we stepped into a room which I quickly realised was his. He kicked the door closed, locking it quickly as I continued to try to wriggle out of his grip.

Suddenly, my back fell onto his bed with a thud and I let out a squeak from the impact. I flipped my hair out of my face before I sat up with a huff, the room spinning from how drunk I was and how quickly I had been thrown on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him to see he was staring down at me with no emotion. His eyes were glassy and his chest was heaving from carrying me across the house.

"I told you to not run away," he simply stated and I rolled my eyes, attempting to stand up again but he pushed my shoulders down again causing me to slump back onto the bed.

"I didn't run away. I went to the couch. We're in our house, Chris!" I groaned and he kept an emotionless expression as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, "I was having fun."

"I fucking hate when you don't listen to me," he grumbled as I leaned back on my palms.

"Why is it so fucking cold in your room?" I asked, the amount of tequila in my system made it so I had absolutely no filter between my brain and mouth. Chris didn't say anything, instead he slipped his sweater off and threw it onto my lap leaving him in only a white tank top, "What's this for?"

"You said it was cold. Put it on," he raised his eyebrows and his short tone made me want to argue with him. He knew I hated it when he talked to me like I was under his control and I was drunk enough to embarrass myself to prove a point.

I threw the sweater on the ground before I kicked off my heels and Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me. I stood up, grabbing the hem of my dress before I slid it over my head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, not looking anywhere but my face as he stared at me. He'd seen me in my underwear hundreds of times over the past 6 years but never in a situation like this.

"I'm not cold," I shrugged and I threw my dress on the ground before I started walking towards the door, "In fact I'm hot. I'm gonna go outside and cool off."

"Absolutely not," he grabbed my forearm and pulled me away from the door again so I stood in front of him, "Don't be an idiot just to prove a fucking point."

"Don't try to tell me what to do," I retorted as I pulled my arm away from his grip and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in the process. His eyes finally travelled somewhere other than my face as he scanned me head to toe before he smirked.

"Planning ahead?" he asked, reaching his hand up to slide under my black bra strap before he snapped it back against my skin.

"Why do you care?" I questioned, glancing down at my underwear realising that I put on the most see-through lace bra and matching black panties. I stood there for a moment to think about the fact I was standing in Chris's room practically naked and more drunk than I wanted to be. The reality of the situation had sobered me up in a split second.

"It's cute," I heard the smirk in his voice and I looked up as I felt my face heat up, a smirk plastered on his lips as he looked at me, "Would look better off though."

I pursed my lips as I looked at him nervously, all my confidence being lost as he exuded his usual cocky energy. I was used to his flirty personality, Chris flirted with everyone and everything because he found it funny. But right now, it felt a lot more serious.

Suddenly, the flirting was real and the fire in my stomach ignited once again. I knew I wasn't in my right mind as he stepped towards me, his body mere inches from mine because I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I pulled him closer to me and he placed his hands on my hips before he whispered, "This is such a bad idea."

"Yeah, it is," I whispered back as my breathing got shallow, staring at nothing but his lips.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said impossibly quieter but didn't move away from me, only inches his lips closer to mine.

"No we shouldn't," I answered in the same tone once again, the tension in the room weighing heavy on my chest as I felt his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of my hips.

"Fuck," he mumbled quickly and before I could register the look behind his eyes, his lips met mine feverishly. It felt as though my brain shut down and my body had a mind of its own as I pulled him impossibly closer to me, savouring the taste of alcohol on his lips and the feeling of his hands grasping my skin.

As he slid his hands down from my waist, he gripped my ass roughly making me gasp causing him to slide his tongue past my lips. He kept sliding his hands down until he reached under my thighs.

He pulled away from my mouth briefly to mumble, "Jump."

I followed his instructions and jumped with the guidance of his hands under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist before I connected my lips with his again. He spun around, sitting down on the bed and I moved my legs so I could place my knees on either side of his thighs. I straddled his waist, unravelling my arms from around his neck before I pulled them down to tug on the hem of his tank top.

He removed his hands from my thighs as I slid the tank top up and he held his arms up for me to slide the material over his head. I threw it behind me lazily before I attached my lips to his once again, our movements rapid as if this would disappear at any moment. His hands found my ass once again, squeezing it slightly making me hum in content. He pulled his lips away from mine, travelling kisses down my jaw before he reached my neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He found a spot below my ear that sent shivers throughout my whole body and I knew he noticed my body's reaction because he stayed with his lips in that spot for a moment.

I subconsciously began grinding my hips down on his now hard dick creating friction against my aching core and I let out a whine from the sensation. I felt him smirk against my neck before he helped me move my hips against him by guiding me by my ass.

"You sound so pretty for me," he rasped in my ear and I let my eyes flutter closed for a moment, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his body against mine. His right hand removed itself from my ass and travelled up my back before I felt my bra straps become loose. I realised he had managed to unclasp my bra with one hand and I quickly slid it off of my arms, throwing it to the ground.

He pulled his lips away from my neck, staring at my now exposed boobs and he looked like he was going to drool the longer he looked at me. I lifted his chin with my hand, pressing a kiss to his rosy lips which were now slightly swollen.

"It's rude to stare," I teased as I whispered against his lips and he smirked before he kissed down my neck again. Eventually, he reached my chest, biting and sucking around my boobs before he attached his mouth around my right nipple. I whined at the contact and he used his hand to knead the other, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger as I breathed out, "Chris."

He hummed against me as he switched to my other nipple and I threaded my hands through his soft brown curls, tugging on the hair gently. Within a second, I was suddenly on my back in the bed and Chris stood at the edge of the bed between my parted legs. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, kicking them off of his feet to reveal the black boxers he wore underneath. He didn't waste a second before he grabbed my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed before he knelt down on the floor and kissed the inside of my thighs. I sighed in content as I threw my hands on either side of my body, holding the sheets between my fingers in anticipation.

"Chris," I groaned, shuffling my hips around impatiently and he smirked against my thigh before he looked up at me through his eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" he teased, still pressing gentle kisses to my thighs dangerously close to my core.

"Please," I whined as I arched my back against the soft sheets.

"Please what?" he taunted me even further, now throwing my legs over his shoulders but pausing kissing the skin of my legs, "Use those words, baby."

"Just do something. Please," I whined once again and he chuckled before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down my legs at a teasingly slow pace before he threw them on the floor with the clothes already littered around the room. Without warning, he moved his head between my thighs and placed a kiss on my clit making me whimper from the contact.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he began tracing circles around my clit, lapping up the wetness that was pooling between my legs since we entered his room. I threw my head back as I let out a moan, my breathing picking up the more he worked his mouth on me. I felt the vibrations of the music blasting through the house, the faint sounds of people talking and feet stumbling up and down the house but I drowned it out the moment Chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still.

My hips habitually rolled upwards and he hummed against me, the vibrations making another moan tumble from my mouth with ease. I looked down to see he was staring at my face, his eyes full of lust and need as his tongue swirled around me creating pure bliss in my body. He removed his right arm from around my thigh and he pulled his mouth away from my pussy briefly, lapping up the wetness with his fingers as I bit my lip. He looked into my eyes, studying my reaction as he carefully inserted a finger into me and I closed my eyes, letting out another moan.

He began sucking and licking my clit again as he slid his finger in and out of me at a steady pace before he added a second. My hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it roughly as my hips bucked in the air. His fingers quickened their pace and I felt my stomach tighten, getting closer to my climax quickly.

"Chris, I'm gonna-" I cut off my own sentence with a moan and before I knew it, my legs were shaking on either side of his head as my orgasm hit me like a truck. He helped me ride out my high, slowing down as I whimpered and whined lazily. He pressed a kiss to my core once again as he slid his fingers out of me.

After unravelling his other arm from around my thigh, he stood up and I looked up to see him place his fingers between his lips before pulling them out with a pop. He climbed back over me, placing a kiss on my lips as he leaned on his left elbow for balance, his other hand kneading my boob gently. I tasted myself on his tongue as I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer to me.

I pushed him onto his back on the bed beside me before I sat up and straddled him once again. I put my hands on his chest, smiling down at him when I noticed the shock on his face and my hair fell in front of my face. He moved his hands up to my face, tucking my hair behind my ears before he cupped my jaw with his rough hands.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered gently and I giggled as I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips before I began rolling my hips against his, "If I don't fuck you now, I'm gonna cum in my fucking boxers."

"Impatient as always," I mumbled, a giggle falling out of my lips again and he pulled away to look up at me. Suddenly, the reality of the situation settled in my stomach and I breathed heavily as I whispered, "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly before he smiled, "You're asking me now?"

"I'm serious, Chris," my tone changed from flirtatious to cautious, "Will you regret this tomorrow?"

"I never regret anything with you," his voice softened as he ran his hand through my hair, looking up at me with a gentle gaze, "This isn't about to change that."

I took a deep breath, feeling more sober than before as I dragged my hands down his bare torso. I moved to stand at the edge of the bed and Chris sat up, leaning back on his elbows. I slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, biting my lip as I looked up at him. He smirked at me and that was my signal to slide them down.

I teasingly dragged them down and when the black material reached his thighs, his dick sprung out. I pursed my lips to hide my smile as I slid the boxers off of his legs. I leaned down, kitten licking the tip of his dick causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck don't do that," he groaned making me giggle and I stood up, straddling his waist again. He leaned back on the bed as I carefully lined his tip with my entrance.

I slowly slid down, letting out a rough moan that drowned out his own before I reached the base of his dick. He knew I'd only ever had sex with one person but what he didn't know is he was much bigger than him. I placed my head on his chest as I let out a heavy breath, adjusting to his size before I began moving my hips up carefully. He let out a groan as I started moving and I sat back up, placing my hands on his chest as I let out a whine. He moved his hands to my ass, helping guide me over his length as I moved slowly. I hung my head with my jaw slack as I let out pants of pleasure.

"Fuck," I heard him groan as the grip on my ass tightened, "You're so fucking tight, baby."

The rasp in his voice and the pleasure that undertoned it gave me more confidence. I decided to move faster and he let out another moan as I picked up the pace. His hips began lifting into mine and I let out a whimper from the impact.

Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back and he was towering over me again. He placed my ankles over his shoulders before he pushed his way back into me and moans tumbled from my mouth at the new position.

My words were incoherent but the one clear thing was his name coming out as a moan. I looked up at him to see he was staring down at where our bodies met before he looked at my face, his eyebrows threaded in pleasure as his mouth hung open. His right hand reached up, placing itself at the base of my throat and I was thankful for all of the awkward conversations we had about our sex lives because he knew exactly what I liked. He tightened his grip on my neck and I let out a strained moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

"You look so fucking pretty, baby," he huffed, keeping a steady pace as his hips met mine continually, "Been wanting to see you fucked out like this for so long."

I let my eyes open again and he leaned down, pressing my knees to my shoulders as he let his hand unwrap from my throat. He gently kissed my lips, a stark contrast from him pounding into me and I moaned into his mouth. He placed his hands on the back of my knees, realising this new position would send me over the edge.

"Hold your legs for me, princess," he demanded and it felt like I was a dog in training because I immediately did as I was told. He placed his right hand on my lower stomach, using his thumb to rub circles on my clit and another moan ripped through my throat.

"Chris," I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, "I'm gonna cum. Please."

"Let go, baby," he spoke lowly and my body registered his words faster than my brain because as soon as his sentence finished, my orgasm flowed through my body. I gripped the sheets on either side of me as my body shook and I contracted around his dick, his pace began to get sloppy telling me he was close.

"Baby," I moaned as he drilled into me, taking his thumb off of my clit to not overstimulate me too much.

"I'm gonna-" his words were cut off by a raspy moan and he pulled out of me. I let my legs fall on either side of him before I sat up quickly, grabbing his dick as I pumped him in my hand quickly. I stuck my tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he made eye contact with me.

The muscles on his stomach contracted as he tilted his head back, letting out a loud moan as he reached his climax. The warm liquid fell on my tongue and around my face as I stroked his through his high, smiling to myself as I watched his body shake slightly from overstimulation. I let go of his dick as he looked down at me, a dopey smile on his lips. I swallowed the cum that had fallen on my tongue before I smiled up at him.

"Hang on," he said quickly, reaching towards his bedside table to pick up his phone. He held the phone in front of my face as I smiled up at the camera, the flash turning on quickly before he locked his phone and threw it on the bed, "Never want to forget what you look like after I fucked you brainless."

"Can I get some tissues now?" I asked, giggling since my head was still in the clouds and alcohol in my system made me feel even better. He chuckled, grabbing the box of tissues that were on his bedside table before he picked a few out, grabbing my chin before he gently wiped my face clean. He threw the tissues into the trash before he looked down at me again.

"You okay?" he questioned, his voice gentle as he pushed my hair away from my face and I hummed in response, "You wanna go back to the party?"

"Can we just stay here?" I asked and he nodded, walking over to his drawers. He pulled out two clean pairs of boxers before crouching down in front of me, sliding one of the pairs up my legs. I lifted my hips to let him pull them up to my waist and once they were securely on, he slid the other pair on himself. He jumped in the bed and I crawled over to him, laying myself next to him as I placed my head on his chest.

He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and the heat from his body kept me warm in the cold room. He slid the covers up, covering our bodies before he kissed the top of my head.

"I'll tell you what," he spoke and I looked up at him tiredly, "I definitely don't regret it."

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queenshelby · 2 months

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The Babysitter (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Just Smut, Reader is 18! No Plot!

The following week, you again had a call from Cillian's wife Danielle, asking you to babysit their children again for the evening. It was a routine encounter that was about to change.

"Hey, Y/N. Could you babysit the kids tonight?" Danielle asked in her usual cheerful tone and, before you could respond, she nonchalantly added "Cillian and I were hoping to go out for dinner and some drinks this evening, so I thought it would be nice if you stayed late, say until nine? And, as always, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge."

You hesitantly agreed, with a slight trembling in your voice. “Sure, Mrs. Murphy. I can do that," you told her, the words barely audible, your heart pounding in your chest as you wondered what it would be like to see Cillian again after he had slept with you and paid you for sex.

"Amazing!" Danielle said, sounding cheerful as ever. "See you this evening, Y/N. Thank you."

You hung up the phone and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you braced yourself for the evening lying ahead.

As the school day came to a close, you made your way to Cillian’s and Danielle’s picturesque residence, nestled in the heart of the city's most upscale neighbourhood. As you stepped through the door, you were greeted by Cillian who gave you a knowing look.

Your nervous demeanour was a dead giveaway. "You are back," he said with a voice so velvety, it could have tamed a thousand restless souls just as Danielle came walking down the stairs.

"Thanks Y/N," she said. "I know it's short notice, but I'm so glad that you were available. You are such a lifesaver and, when we come back tonight, Cillian will drive you back home to your house, alright?" Danielle said but Cillian had a better idea.

"Or I could get the guestroom ready for Y/N and she could spend the night. I will drive her to school in the morning," Cillian suggested nonchalantly, letting the proposal hang in the air for a moment, a deliberate move on his part that caught you off guard and made your pulse race.

"That's a great idea!" Danielle added cheerily. "What do you think Y/N?" she asked you, causing you to blush heavily.

"I-I think that would be all right," you stuttered, trying to conceal the whirlpool of nerves, excitement, and trepidation welling up inside you.

Danielle beamed with delight, oblivious to the fact what her husband had planned for you when he came back from his date with his wife.

***

As the evening wore on, Danielle and Cillian left for their date, and you were left to your own devices. At 18, this wasn’t a big deal really, but you had an idea of what lay ahead.

You busied yourself with light housekeeping duties and doting on the children, and after you had put them to bed, you went to the guestroom where you found an envelope laying on the bed. It contained a note with a single line that sent a sudden chill down your spine.

"For our arrangement,” was what was written on it and, in the envelope there were two $100 notes, folded neatly.

Seeing the money was a stark reminder of your illicit agreement, namely the payment for services yet to be rendered.

You couldn't deny the knot in your stomach that suddenly appeared - whether it was from excitement or fear, you didn't quite know.

When Cillian and his wife returned home around 10 o’clock, you could hear the front door open. You remained in the guestroom, knowing all too well why he had offered it to you in the first place and, just as expected, around midnight, Cillian sneaked into your room.

The creaking of the door sent a rush of adrenaline down your spine and the thudding of your heart intensified.

"Hey," Cillian whispered as he closed the door behind him but you couldn't speak, your voice had vanished.

In the dim ambiance of the room, he approached the bed where you lay and ran his fingers through your hair.

"We need to be quiet, okay?" Cillian whispered, his velvety voice a mere whisper in the darkness.

You nodded your head mutely, too surprised to even form words as you tried to steady your breathing.

"Good girl," Cillian praised as he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before removing the blanket from your body.

"Take off your panties, I want you ready for me," he instructed in a low, sultry tone that left no room for argument as he stepped out of his briefs.

You nervously shimmied out of your panties and slid them down your legs, your breath hitching as Cillian climbed into bed beside you.

"Sshh, it's okay," Cillian murmured as he ran his hand along your thigh, the warmth from his touch sending goosebumps spreading across your skin.

With an expert touch, he brushed his fingers against the soft, velvety folds between your legs, teasing your entrance and making you gasp from the overwhelming sensations.

"You're so wet already," Cillian growled, lingering on the spot where you craved him most.

The feeling of his fingers tracing intricate patterns along your slick folds drove you crazy, and you couldn't help but think about how forbidden this all felt.

"And you make me so fucking hard, Y/N," Cillian admitted in a hushed voice as he shifted closer to you, positioning himself behind you rolled to the side, facing the wall.

His proud length brushed against your thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind as he whispered into your ear.

"I'm going to put my cock in to your tight little pussy now, alright?" Cillian murmured into your ear. "It shouldn't hurt this time, I promise."

His reassurance was hardly a comfort as you tensed up, unsure of how your body would react to his invasion.

"Ssh," he told you as he started to press himself against you, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the pain. But to your utter surprise, you barely felt a thing.

"See?" Cillian asked, nipping at your earlobe as he slowly sank deeper.

You whimpered quietly, this intimate sensation foreign yet electrifying and, more importantly, pain-free. He shifted his hips, adjusting the angle until you couldn't help the involuntary gasp that escaped your throat when he brushed against your pleasure spot.

"Be nice and quiet for me," he reminded you while covering your mouth with the palm of his hand.

Your heart raced as he began to thrust in and out, a hot whisper fanning across your ear, "Do you know how much I've wanted this, Y/N?"

You couldn't help but feel your insides tighten around him, heightening the intensity of each thrust as he began to hit that spot inside you repeatedly. All the while he demanded your silence, and a secret thrill of rebellion rushed through you as you bit back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," Cillian murmured into your ear while his thrusts gained steady speed.

Cillian's hand snaked around your waist and into your shirt, teasingly pinching your nipples as he continued thrusting in and out relentlessly, swallowing each moan you stifled behind his hand.

"I am going to cum so hard inside you," Cillian growled into your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. The sound alone sparked your curiosity, wondering how it would feel to have him release his seed inside you again.

His hand slid further down your body, twirling around your clit, "Cum for me, I want to feel you cum around my cock," he commanded, his thumb rolling around your swollen nub and sending a jolt of electricity spreading throughout your body.

You clenched around him, your inner walls tugging desperately against his thick girth as you came in hot, intense waves. Cillian groaned with the surge of bliss that washed over him—the guttural instinctual response when gripped tightly in the throes of an orgasmic release.

"You are going to leak my cum tomorrow at school, won't you, my sweet little Y/N?" he whispered wickedly in your ear as he spilled his warm essence into the depths of your young, pleasantly pliable body.

That thought of you displaying the very evidence of his carnal pleasure sent further shivers down his spine as the last drops of his release pulsed into you.

With a final kiss, Cillian slowly pulled out, leaving you with a sense of warmth spreading in the atoms of your being.

"Hmm, good girl," Cillian murmured, rubbing his finger over your swollen cum leaking pussy before he tucked himself back into his briefs and stood up, disappearing out of the guestroom, leaving you lingering in the lingering waves of pleasure and shame.

To be continued...

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Another Poly!Landoscar thought! Again Christmas obsessed reader and a super cute winter wonderland date where they’re just cute and cozy and it’s fun (bc have you met these men? They’d make anything date so fun!) and they treat her to literally anything because they feel bad about being away for so many races etc

Somebody teach me what winter wonderland is pls - also, how has nobody requested Carlando yet?

Just Christmassy Things

Ice skating. Y/N loved it. She couldn't get enough. It was a shame she could only go during the winter season, when the mall had the skating rink set up.

She had begged Lando and Oscar to go, but the boys were rather reluctant. They didn't know how to skate and there was a rather large chance they would get pictured or filmed.

But Y/N kept asking and begging, giving them the puppy dog eyes. And how could they say no to their girl.

That was how Lando and Oscar found themselves outside of the skating rink, doing up their skates. Y/N was all ready to go, waiting for their turn on the rink. "Promise you'll help me?" Asked Oscar as he shakily stood on the blade.

Y/N nodded her head. "'Course, Osc. Can't leave you to fall now, can I," she said as she grabbed his hand, pulling him closer.

From the bench, Lando pouted. "What about me?"

Y/N walked over on her skates and kissed him. "Stop being a big baby and use one of the balancing aids," she said against his lips.

Lando and Oscar were right, they were photographed. Thank god the pictures were cute. It was Y/N skating backwards as she held Oscars hands, pulling him along. Lando was practically folded in half as he held Oscars waist and was pulled along behind them.

***

You how you get some streets and villages that are utterly covered in blinding Christmas lights? With the front lawns decorated to the nines with lights on bushes and plants, light up animals and trees all over the place.

It was gorgeous. And all Lando wanted to do was take his partners.

So, he loaded the both of them into the car with snacks and blankets. Although it got dark early they still went late, with Y/N and Oscar in their fluffiest pyjamas.

Y/N sat in the back of the car, through the windows as they passed the beautiful houses and lights. Oscar looked like s child on Christmas morning as he looked from house to house.

"I can't wait until we get a house of our own," Y/N muttered under her breath.

Lando looked at her through the rearview mirror. "What was that, baby?" He asked, still driving slowly.

"I said I can't wait until we get our own house," she repeated. "And then we can have over the top decorations and the prettiest house in the neighbourhood."

"I can't wait either."

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rafesmuse · 2 years

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pretty little thing — s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mask kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, dubcon, overstimulation, rough sex, cursing, face slapping, fingering, eddie walking in lol

wordcount: 3.1k

summary: your boyfriend steve wearing a ghostface costume to a halloween party turns you on a bit too much…

a/n: i know the movies/characters that are mentioned didn’t exist back then but let’s just pretend they did

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“Nurse? Nuuurse? We have to go, patients are waiting for you! Don’t let them die!” Steve shouted from his bedroom, making you giggle as you hurriedly fixed your hair for the Halloween party Steve invited you to. You weren’t interested in going at first, but Steve ultimately persuaded you to go by exclaiming, “it’s the best party of the year!”. You were certain it was nothing but a shitty excuse for him to see you in a sexy Halloween costume, though. You didn’t want to put too much effort into it, so you chose a simple but sexy bloody nurse outfit.

“Well, you’re the reason they’re dying, dickhead!” you screamed back at Steve, who was dressed up as Ghostface in an all-black outfit with, of course, the mask. You had seen the movie ‘scream’ before, so you knew all too well how ridiculous the mask looked and warned him to prepare himself for you to make fun of him all night long when he’s all dressed up. You weren’t particularly a fan of his costume choice but you’d let it slide because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it.

You walked out of the bathroom and made your way to Steve, who was lying restless on his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling, whistling some song that was stuck in his head.

“Where’s that stupid mask of yours?” you questioned, noticing that it’s the only part missing from his costume.

“In this bag, can’t drive with the mask on now, can-“ he abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence when he turned his head around and laid his eyes on you, seeing you in the sexy nurse outfit that barely covered your body.

“Wow, you- you look amazing” Steve stammered with wide eyes, almost drooling at the sight of you as you chuckled softly.

“I thought you were in a rush” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, looking down at him with a smirk on your face. His stunned expression changed into a mischievous one, scanning you up and down.

“You know what, the party can wait a little longe-“ “Shut up, we’re going. Now!”

The drive to the party was quiet, but you could practically feel the sexual tension coursing through the car. Steve´s hand gripped your thigh, your legs exposed due to the shortness of your skirt, while his eyes occasionally peeked to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse of your body.

“Eyes on the road!” you shouted for the fifth time in a row, rolling your eyes at him and feigning a frown.

A few minutes later and the two of you arrived in a nice neighbourhood with very large houses. You didn’t know the person who was hosting all too well— you only knew he used to be good friends which Steve a few years back, which was enough for you to know what kind of person he might be; popular and arrogant.

You both got out of the car before Steve took hold of your hand and led the way to the front door while holding the bag with the mask in his other. He looked you up and down with a smirk once again as you replied with an annoyed “Steve!” before he shrugged and pushed the front door open, walking inside the already crowded house. Loud music was played and most people were already intoxicated— either screaming, singing or talking over one another. It went exactly how you expected it to go, though. Steve was greeted by his old friends who were all over him, practically stealing him from you while you were standing awkwardly next to them, unsure of what to do or who to talk to. Thankfully he caught up on it quickly and grasped your hand again.

“You want to get something to drink?” you nodded before heading to the kitchen together.

“I just hope you’ll like it he-“ “Harrington!” you heard someone say from behind you, cutting Steve off. You turned your head in confusion before recognizing the familiar mullet, moustache and smug smile that never seemed to leave his goddamn face. Billy Hargrove. He was certainly very handsome, but god, could he be annoying.

His eyes shifted from Steve to you, checking you out from head to toe while licking his lips, “Holy shit. Did you bring this pretty little thing with you, Harrington?” he taunted, his eyes not leaving your body for one second. You cast a worrying glance Steve's way, knowing they don’t get along, at all.

“Leave her alone” Steve snarled, standing slightly in front of you, the protective side of him showing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jealous I didn’t compliment you, pretty boy?” Billy laughed condescendingly as anger was written all over Steve’s face. You quickly poured two drinks and dragged Steve out of the kitchen, before the situation could escalate at any moment. You led him to the couch and sat next to him, attempting to distract his attention from the anger that was raging through his body while keeping your hand firmly in his.

“Here. Your mask” you handed him the bag that he placed on the ground earlier, reminding him that his costume was still incomplete. He grabbed the mask out of the bag and placed it over his head before wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink. You took a good look at Steve, taking his costume all in while eyeing him from his head to his toes. You were ready to laugh at him, to come up with all kinds of dumb jokes, but… you couldn’t. He actually looked good. Not only that, but it was almost like— like you were, turned on.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when he realized you were staring, snapping you back to reality. Oh no. You could not let him know you were turned on by his stupid costume, not after all the jokes you made about it. It would be humiliating for you to admit.

“W-what? Nothing!” you stammered, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. He brushed it aside and talked to an old friend that came to sit next to him. You tried to look the other way but you felt unable to stop looking at him. Steve, in that costume, did things to you. To your body. You felt so aroused and so needy, it was indescribable. You were rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. But it wasn’t enough. You were getting wetter by the second and- “Oh okay” Steve said smugly, pulling you out of your trance, “I see what’s happening”

“What are you talking about?” You replied with a puzzled expression on your face, trying to hide the fact that you were getting more aroused with each passing second. You could feel Steve's hot breath on your skin through the mask as his head drew nearer to you, “You’re turned on by my costume”. Your eyes widened, nearly causing you to choke on the drink you had just taken a sip of. He chuckled, knowing all too well that he was right.

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes” he whispered into your ear before you could even begin to defend yourself, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as you felt the anticipation raging through your entire body. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the hallway before disappearing around the corner.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s old friend asked you with a worried look on his face, jolting you out of your trance. Shit. He must’ve seen how tense you’ve been looking, probably thinking that you had been drinking too much. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, trying not to think much about how sexy Steve looked in his Ghostface costume, how bad you wanted him to fuck you like you were his little slut, pounding into you so mercilessly— well, fuck.

“Yeah, totally! I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom” you excused yourself quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. While following Steve´s footsteps, you quickly became aware of how soaked you already were. It was embarrassing really, how a silly Halloween costume could rile you up so fucking much.

You realized you may have had more alcohol than you thought when you stumbled a little on the stairs while passing a few couples who were kissing in the hallway. There were a few closed doors upstairs, but since you didn't know which room Steve was in, you thought there was nothing else you could do except check every door until you found the right one.

After seeing a bride covered in blood giving the joker a blowjob, a police officer making out with an inmate and a bunny undressing herself in front of Jack fucking Sparrow, you presumably found the right room, finally. You slowly opened it, not seeing Steve anywhere in the dim-lit room. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you before feeling a gloved hand creep around your neck, making you flinch at the sudden touch, “Hi beautiful, looking for me?”

“Fuck, you scared me!”

“Good” Steve spun you around and slammed you against the wall, caging you inside his arms while he looked down at you through his mask.

“Hmm, he’s right. You are a pretty little thing” his hand slowly moved to your breast, kneading it roughly as he whispered into your ear, “my pretty little thing”

His other hand moved to your core, under your skirt and feeling the wetness through your underwear, “So wet already? What a fucking slut”

You were a little taken aback by his unusual demeanour, but it simultaneously turned you on so much. You weren’t complaining about your sex life, not at all. But you weren’t used to this side of Steve. He was usually so sweet and soft— it was all pretty vanilla. He had never called you a slut before, but fuck, you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yes” you timidly admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at his words. He swiftly placed his hands under your butt and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked over to the bed and threw you on it, causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress while watching him take his black robe off. You expected him to wear a shirt underneath, but his exposed, hairy upper body caught your attention right away, making you even more drenched than you already were.

He moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of it before unbuckling his belt while gesturing for you to come closer. You sat on your knees in front of his crotch and watched how he slid his pants down to his ankles, his hard erection showing through his boxers. His head came closer to yours as he lifted your head with his finger. He tilted his masked head slightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“So fucking beautiful” he ran his thumb over your lips, feeling the smooth fabric of his gloves, “and such pretty lips. Show me what you can do with them”

You palmed him through his boxers, the precum wetting his underwear as you heard a hiss coming from under his mask. You pulled his boxers down as his cock sprung free, nearly hitting you in the face. You tended to forget how big he is, the veins prominently visible when he’s fully erect. He removed his gloves, leaving him in nothing but the mask and lightly slapped your face before gripping your jaw, causing you to pout a little.

“Show me how much of a slut you really are and look at me while you do it” Steve instructed before letting go of your jaw. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down while using his precum.

“Spit” Steve commanded, making you spit all over his erection and pumping it faster before wrapping your lips around it. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, his hand moving to grab your head. He pushed you further onto his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation.

“Just like-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you heard the door open as the music from downstairs started to become louder. You quickly took your mouth off Steve and turned your head to see who opened the door. Oh no. Eddie fucking Munson was standing in the doorway with drugs in his hand, watching you in a nurse costume giving a blowjob to Steve who was wearing a Ghostface mask. Great. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eddie’s wide eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of him.

Everyone froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before Eddie broke the silence with a laugh, “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Y/n”

“Jesus, get out!” Steve screamed quickly while motioning for him to leave. Eddie left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to fucking kill that boy” Steve snarled annoyingly with a sigh, rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it” you replied before hearing a muffled chuckle from Steve.

You were about to wrap your mouth around him again but he abruptly yanked you by your hair and forced you to turn your head to the side as his head drew nearer to your ear, “I bet you liked it when Eddie saw you like that. Want me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?” he asked, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. You nodded but his grip on your hair only tightened, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Aww, poor baby. Can’t even speak and now she’s crying” he said with a mocking voice, wiping your tears. His hands moved to your breasts, feeling them before abruptly ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as you flinched. He then took your bra off before moving to your skirt and panties, removing them both at the same time, leaving you completely naked. You were dripping by now, so turned on by Steve’s dominant behaviour that was unfamiliar to you, and wanting even more.

“Lie down” he instructed as you came to lie down on your back, looking at him with big eyes. He came to lie next to you, breathing into your ear while his hand moved from your breast to your core, right where you needed him. You bucked your hips slightly out of desperation, making him chuckle as he traced over your inner thighs.

“P-please” you pleaded. “Please what?” “Please touch me. Need your fingers inside of me” you begged desperately while clenching around nothing. He moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed slow circles on it as your eyes fluttered shut. He then moved to your entrance, before pushing 3 fingers in at once, causing you to grip the sheets at the sudden feeling. He didn’t waste any time and began pumping his fingers in and out of you almost immediately. You felt your orgasm nearing when he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of you that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, gripping his arm to signal for him to slow his movements down, but he didn’t. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you at a steady speed, the overstimulation almost becoming too much.

“Steve, I- I can’t handle it anymore”

“Yes, you can. And you will” he grunted before you felt another orgasm wash over you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and clutch the sheets with all your might. “Good girl”

He swiftly turned you around so that you were on your hands and knees before his hand reeled back to strike against your behind, hitting your ass as you moaned out loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked while teasing your folds with his cock.

“Y-yes” you admitted with a soft voice, so desperate to feel him deep inside of you.

“Then beg for it” he held onto your hair and drew your head in close.

“Please, fuck me! I will be good, I promise!” you begged, unable to wait any longer.

“See? It doesn’t have to be difficult” he pushed into you in one quick thrust, causing you to fall forward as he pushed your head into the mattress. God, it felt so good. It always did. The way his dick stretched you out, completely disappearing into your tight little hole. He slammed into you while maintaining a steady pace and gripping your hips. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he gripped your hair again to bring your head closer to his, forcing you to look into his brown eyes, the only distinguishable feature of his face with the mask on.

“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel right now” he instructed as you moaned in response, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself nearing your release and it almost became too much for you. His cock deep within you hitting all the right spots, his finger skilfully massaging your clit, the muffled sounds of the music playing downstairs, the Ghostface mask— you couldn’t recall ever being more turned on than you are right now. He moved his free hand to your throat, choking you as it added even more to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.

“Cum” Steve instructed, his finger speeding up as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and see stars. You moaned his name out while gripping his arm, trying to catch your breath. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You collapsed in front of him before he increased his pace again, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped in overstimulation. He came not too long after you, feeling the familiar pool of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls as he threw his head back and groaned your name.

He rode out his high, pulled out and lay down next to you before he took off the mask and grabbed your face, kissing you all over it.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked sweetly, as you nodded. His entire demeanour shifted into the Steve you knew the moment he took his mask off.

“Promise me one thing” you said, turning your head to face him.

“What is it?” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Don’t ever get rid of that mask”

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sturniyolos · 4 months

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𝖼𝗋𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗌

It was no secret that you and Chris loved each other. You guys were happy with one another— key word were. It all went crumbling down when the three month mark hit. Every day, every night, dusk till dawn, all that was heard was arguments on arguments. Fights that started over the smallest things— from him coming home late without telling you, or you not cleaning up the house when that was your task for the day. Chris knew deep down you hated arguing, as it hit close to home with you. Living in an emotional household, crying and yelling to each other about bills that needed to be paid. But the more you guys fought everyday, the more he started to forget how it made you feel.

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Tonight, you had nothing planned but you wanted to do something special for Chris. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him, through thick and thin. After a few months of saving up, you got him Lil Skies’ tickets as well as a silver chain he’s been saving up for, and a few of his favorite snacks. You also decided to cook your guys’ favorite comfort meal— which was pasta.

As the clock strikes 8pm, Chris should’ve been on his way to your apartment already. You just finished cooking and now you were just washing the last of dishes, setting up the table for tonight, and lighting up a few candles.

The clock strikes 9pm, still sitting in your designated dinner spots, waiting for Chris to walk in the door. You sent him a few texts before seeing where he was, but got no response in return.

The clock now striking 11pm. You were tired from today and decided to just head to bed. You put a plastic cover on both of your guys’ food, dissembled the designs on the table, and blew out the candles. But as you blew out the candle, you hear keys jingling outside your front door.

As you look up, you see Chris in a state of exhaustion. His eyebags popping out more than usual and his posture was telling you everything you needed to know.

“You’re home.” You say, as you slightly smile at him.

He ignores you as he takes off his shoes, places his items on the couch beside the door, and heads upstairs. He leaves you downstairs, staring blankly at the front door. You storm upstairs, furious of what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” You say, barging in your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want to hear it, I’ve had a hard day today.” He says, taking his shirt off getting ready to shower.

“Why don’t we just talk about our days over dinner? It’ll make us feel bett-“

“The last thing I need right now is yappin’ for the next hour and a half.” He says, walking past you and getting his towel. He’s about to close the bathroom door, until you hold it open.

“Just cause you had a shitty day doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me.” You say.

“I’m not trying to take it out on you, you’re doing that yourself.” He says, running his hand through your hair.

You stare at him in disbelief— not believing one word coming out of his mouth.

“You know what, nevermind then.” You say, getting teary eyed and walking away from him.

He sees you walking away, and that’s what gets him even more pissed. You sat on your bed and as you look up all you see is Chris staring at you.

“I was supposed to end at 8:30pm today but Matt fucking forgets to press record. So we had to refilm the whole video, and then Matt and Nick were arguing the whole time so I don’t even know if it’ll be a good video. While that’s happening, you’re blowing up my phone asking what time I’ll be home when I don’t even know what time I’ll be finished.” He says, basically screaming at you at this point.

You refused to look up at him since tears start pouring down your face. He stops talking,

“Look at me.”

You look up and he’s met with you crying. He scoffs and says,

“The fuck are you crying for? I’m just telling you what happened.” He says, looking down at me.

You stood up, “Can I not be sad? Can I not be upset at the fact my boyfriend is mad at me for wondering where he is? Can I not be-“

He cuts you off, “Yes, obviously you can be fucking upset but right now you’re just being dramatic.” He says, bluntly.

You were sniffling, still in shock of what was coming out of his mouth right now.

He scoffs again, and walks away towards the bathroom. Then, he whispers under his breath,

“Such a fucking crybaby.”

You hear him, and turn him around.

“Repeat what the fuck you just said.”

“You. Are. A. Fucking. Crybaby. You get worked up over the smallest shit and you have to go cry it out. You have to get some thicker skin.” He says, yelling at you.

You stood there, not saying anything. You just stared at him, and he was waiting for a response.

You looked up to your right, and you see a backpack. You grab it and start grabbing all your shit, even though it was your apartment.

“The fuck you doin’?” He asks, following you around.

“I’m done, I’m not doing this shit anymore.” You say walking past him, grabbing your necessities.

“Y-you don’t mean that, cmon.” He says grabbing your wrist, you snatch it back breaking the contact.

You grab your phone charger, your pre-rolled joints, and your portable. You grabbed a few sweaters, making sure none of them were his.

“Cmon baby, l-let’s talk it out.” He says, on the verge of tears.

“Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Fuck outta here.” You say going downstairs. He follows you, as he starts to get teary eyed. You pull out the box that contained his gifts from the back of one of the couches, and you throw it at him. Unable to catch it, it falls against his chest and all the contents fall out. He looks down, but doesn’t have enough time to look at it as you start talking.

“Go eat your cold ass food with your shitty ass gift. I hope you enjoy it, Christopher.” You say walking past him, opening the door and grabbing his keys.

“Baby please, I-I’m sorry please don’t l-leave.” He says crying, holding your wrist before you can leave.

“Yeah? Who’s the crybaby now?” You say, as you get out his grip again, and make your way to your car. You enter your car and as you drive off, unaware of where you are off to.

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strniohoeee · 5 months

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Paramour

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is stuck in the middle of who really has her heart….she knows she’s hurting Chris and herself. And Chris knows this too, but why can’t she stop?🫂

Warnings⚠️: There’s smut in this! My bestie @slumpedvioooo came up with this idea, and I just ate it up; so I had to do it! This is part one of a three part series. I hope you enjoy it because I loved it 🤞🏽

Song for the imagine: #icanteven- The Neighborhood, French Montana

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Paramour

Noun

A lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

This was wrong on so many levels. I was hurting myself, but I was especially hurting Chris. I know he knew how I felt, and I knew it bothered him deep down, but he would never admit it.

When I was laying in his bed my legs wrapped around his torso and my hands in his hair those thoughts vanished. This is where I wanted to be, and I hated myself for it. But at the same time it felt so right….

Currently I was laying in my boyfriend's bed watching a movie with him as I ran my fingers through his hair. Occasionally talking with him as the movie played.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” He asked me

“No I don’t think so” I said looking down at him

“I want to take you on a date” he said smiling at me

“Aww I’d love that” I said smiling at him

“I’m thinking a candle lit dinner, then we take a walk on the beach and then yeah” he said getting shy

“That sounds perfect” I told him

“I’m glad” he said

I went to respond, but my phone started ringing making us both jump at the loud ringtone. I looked down at the contact and immediately got nervous. Why was he calling me when he knew I was with my boyfriend. I grabbed my phone and picked up

“Hello” I said more in a question tone

“Hey Y/N” I heard him say

“What’s up? Are you okay?” I asked him

“Yeah I’m okay, I just miss you” he told me

“Oh…umm that’s nice” I said really hoping he’d change the topic

“Come over?” He asked

“Oh I’m not sure I’m busy right now” I said back

“Pleaseeee” he said on the other line

“Umm alright give me 40 minutes” I told him

We hung up, and I looked down to see him already looking up at me

“Everything okay?” He asked me his blue eyes piercing into mine

“Yeah, my friend just wants me to help her set up for her sisters birthday” I told him lying straight through my teeth

“Oh so then go” he said smiling at me

“But we’re hanging out together” I said

“It’s fine! I’ll see you tomorrow anyways. Go have fun” he said sitting up

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“I’m positive baby” he said leaning in and giving me a kiss

I got up and put my shoes on and grabbed my purse and keys. I looked over at him giving him a kiss. His eyes were saddened by me leaving. I had a feeling he knew what was going on deep down, but didn’t want to believe it. His eyes always told the truth, but I couldn’t bare to look at him this way, so I turned and left

I got in my car and drove to his house, it was about a 30 minute drive. It went by quickly because I was thinking in my head the whole time. Should I be doing this? I mean I’ve been doing this for a while, but should I stop it? This was wrong. I was hurting all three of us, and I knew Chris knew this. I have to stop this, but I couldn’t

I parked my car, and went up to the door ringing the bell, and waited for the door to open. Once it opened and I saw him my throat ran dry….

“You can’t call me when I’m with my man” I said to him as he let me walk in

“Hello to you too” he said shutting the door and locking it

“Sorry” I said shaking my head

“I didn’t know you were with him” he responded pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I’m with him like every other day” I said pulling away

“Sorry baby, it just slipped my mind I supposed” he said with a smug expression

“Of course it did” I said rolling my eyes and walking up the stairs

“I missed your attitude” he said smacking my ass

“Chris enough” I said smacking his hands away

“Wait mama? You didn’t miss me?” He said pouting

“Of course I did” I said turning around and giving him a sly smile

Chris pulled me in by my shirt and crashed his lips into mine. I let my arms wrap around his neck as I melted into his touch. His lips….I could never forget how perfectly they molded to mine. I could stay like this forever

Our kiss began to get deeper, our teeth clashing together as our tongues fought for dominance. It was such a needy sloppy kiss, but I missed him and this felt like heaven.

Chris pulled away and licked his lips looking at me with hooded eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous” he said

“Shut up” I said avoiding eye contact

“You’re my pretty baby” he said rubbing his thumb over my cheek

That phrase sent me back….it was something he used to say all the time, and it made my heart heavy…always calling me his pretty baby…

About 3 years ago Chris and I were messing around for about a year. We weren’t dating but I suppose we were friends with benefits. It was good while it lasted, but when it ended it broke my heart.

Flashback

“Chris if you don’t want to be with me officially that’s fine, but please just let me know” I pleaded to Chris

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you it’s just…..I don’t know” he said looking down

“Don’t know about what?” I asked him

“I just….im scared” he said

“Scared of what Chris?” I asked him looking down at him

“I’m just scared of commitment I guess” he said

“Oh?” I said

“It’s not you I promise, it’s not you it’s me” he said looking at me

“That’s fine, I guess….I guess I’m gonna head out” I said to him

“You don’t have to go” he said

“No it’s fine Chris don’t worry” I said backing up

That day hurt me the most, breaking things off with Chris really set me back. His fear of commitment and my want for him really made us clash.

Once I got in my relationship with Dominic, Chris started to act weird. He wasn’t happy for us, but he wasn’t an asshole to us. That hurt me because that was supposed to be Chris and I, and it wasn’t.

About a year ago is when Chris started having me come over to “hangout”. Those hangouts became cuddles, and then those cuddles became forehead kisses, and then it became kisses, and then that turned into making out, and then that turned into touches and those touches turned into me laying on his bed as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as he thrusted into me.

At first I felt disgusted and hurt, but I found myself going back to his house. Hoping it would turn into more, and that made me hate myself more. No matter how much I loved Dominic, my heart was with Chris.

I couldn’t hurt Dominic, but also Chris didn’t actually want a relationship and that hurt me more. I used Chris for his body when he offered it, and then went home to sleep next to Dom…..this was such a burden. I couldn’t leave him for Chris, but what I was doing was horrible. However I couldn’t stop because Chris had a hold on me.

Flashback Over

“You haven’t called me that in ages” I said pulling away from Chris as he moved his lips to my neck

“I figured I’d bring it back” he said leaving sloppy kisses along my neck

“Why now?” I said shutting my eyes at the feeling

“Why not?” He said pulling back to look at me

“I don’t know” I said looking away

“Afraid your boyfriend is going to find out?” He said smugly

“Don’t be a dick” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Never baby” he said winking at me

“Let’s go to your room” I said

“Don’t have to ask me twice” he said

We walked down to his room, and when I stepped in my stomach fluttered with butterflies. This was so fucking wrong, but to know the events that would happen next sent me spiraling. In the moments of Chris worshiping my body, kissing every ounce of skin and taking his time with me, any thought of Dominic fled my mind. I wanted Chris as mine….forever

Like I said I love Dominic, but I think it was more of a friendship type of love. I think I fell in love with his actions, and not him as a person. The long walks, the dates, the cute messages, the flowers, the cards, the candies. I mean all of it. I fell in love with the way he acted and not him.

At first I hadn’t realized this, but as time went on and I prayed everyday that Chris would beg me to be his I realized something was wrong.

Not to mention Dominic and I weren’t compatible in bed. He didn’t know my body the way Chris did, and no matter how many times I tried to explain to Dominic what I liked he just didn’t get it; because he wasn’t Chris.

What was really fucked up was that the more I had sex with Chris the easier I found it to go back to Dominic. Chris made me so happy, and Dominic was there to fill the void of not having Chris in my everyday life. Dominic was simply…..my friend.

“I’ve missed this so much” Chris said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Chris I saw you like two weeks ago” I said laughing

“No…that’s not what I meant” he said spinning me around to look at him

“Well then what do you mean?” I asked him genuinely confused

“I mean-“ before he could finish his sentence my phone started to ring….Dominic was calling me

“Hi baby” he said once I pick up

“Hi” I said looking at Chris

“Did you make it there safe?” He asked me

“I did, sorry I was just about to text you” I said

“Oh okay! We’ll have fun” he responded

“Thank you I will, and Courtney said hi” I just blurted out

“Oh tell her I said hi back” he said laughing

“I will, bye baby” I said

And with that we hung up

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I said to Chris

“Uh nothing, I’m Courtney now?” He asked laughing

“Sorry I don’t know what came over me” I said shaking my head

“It’s fine” he said pulling me in and connecting our lips

I melted into his touch once again, all my thoughts leaving my brain. This is where I wanted to be always

Chris back tracked us to his bed, and pulled away. He removed his shirt and I removed mine. Connecting our lips again and letting myself fall back onto his bed as he landed on me.

“I can’t get over how badly I missed you” he said in between kisses

“I missed you too Chris” I said moving my head back

Chris smiled before kissing down my neck and to the skin of my breasts that spilled out of my bra. He lifted me up and took my bra off

Kissing from the valley of my breasts to my left breast and then to my right one. He slid his tongue over my left nipple, and looked up at me causing me to bite my bottom lip and let out a whimper.

He then did the same to my right breast as his hands ran up my torso. Goosebumps following every inch of his fingers.

Chris began to kiss down my stomach causing me to squirm, and he stopped at my jeans. Unbuttoning them and slowly sliding them down

“Chris please” I whispered out

“I know baby, I know” he said pulling my jeans off and tossing them behind his head

He began to kiss down my legs and to my thighs whispering against my skin. He slid his pointer and ring finger against my cloth pussy

“Chris” I moaned out and licked my dry lips

He hooked his fingers in my underwear and slid them down. Spreading my legs wider and kissing my inner thighs.

He leaned down towards my pussy and spat causing my toes to curl and my hips to come off the bed.

Chris attached his mouth to my clit swirling his tongue around before sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Oh my god” I moaned out gripping onto his hair

His tongue moving in every direction against my clit causing me to close my thighs around his head. Lapping at me like a starved man

“I need more” I panted out

Chris pulled away, his mouth covered in my arousal. He looked so hot like this I swear I could cum from the sight of it.

He slid off the bed to remove his pants and underwear. His dick springing free and my knees going weak. He came back over and lined himself up with my entrance

Slowly sinking into me, both of us letting out a gasp at the feeling. No matter how many times we fucked this feeling sent me spiraling every time.

He leaned forward holding himself up by his forearms as he bottomed out. He grabbed my left thigh and helps me wrap my legs around his torso

He left his hand on my thigh as he began to thrust into me. My hands ran over his back as my nails gently glided against his skin.

“Fuck Chris just like that” I moaned out snaking my hand up to the back of his head as I pulled at his roots.

“You’re meant for me, you take me so well” he said moaning out as he kissed my temple. My stomach flirting at this intimate action.

Chris began to kiss my neck as he thrusted into me, my body falling deeper into the mattress as his name fell from my lips like a mantra. I never wanted this to end….he was my kryptonite

“Come on baby” Chris said as he pounded into me as I clenched around him

“Fuck baby I’m going to cum” I moaned out. The pet name slipping my lips went unnoticed by me, but not by Chris. His stomach coiled at this and his ears perked up. He loved it so much.

“I know mama” he croaked out into my ear

Chris’ hips snapped into me at a faster and deeper rate causing my breath to hitch in my throat. His hands running all over my legs and torso as his lips ghosted against my neck.

His hips relentlessly pounding into me as I cried out in ecstasy. I was so glad no one was home because this was the loudest I’ve ever been with him.

“Keep going…fuck just like that” I moaned out my legs wrapping around him tighter as I pulled him as close as humanly possible

“You’re driving me crazy” he said in a gruff tone as he used his left hand to push some hair out of my face.

Chris used his left thumb to run it over my cheek where the tears had now dried. Looking into my eyes as his mouth fell open and he pounded into me.

My thighs becoming shaky as my orgasm neared. My nails scratching as his back and his name falling constantly from my mouth in loud cries of pure joy.

In this moment it was just Chris and I, and I swore I was in pure ecstasy. All my thoughts were gone with the wind and I loved it.

Chris snaked his hand down in between us as he began to rub my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Oh. My god oh my god” I moaned out my eyes shutting as my brows furrowed

“Look at me baby, look at me when you cum” he said in a whisper

I opened my eyes as he continued to thrust into me, he began to rub my clit faster

“I’m gonna cum” I yelled out clenching down on him

“Give it to me” he said biting his lip as his chest rose faster

These words alone sent me into orbit, I pulled Chris in closer as I clenched down on him. My thighs were shaking as my lower abdomen contracted. Cumming all over Chris’ dick as my breathing was shaky. Fuck and his name the only two things able to spill from my mouth in this moment.

Chris helped me ride out my high before I let my legs down and released him. He pulled out of me as he began to stroke his cock

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you do things to me I can’t even explain” he said in a low tone

He stroked harder before his own thighs began to shake, and his mouth fell open. He painted my lower stomach with his seed as he moaned out my name.

He allowed himself to calm down to control his breathing. He got up and brought a rag back to wipe me down before tossing it in his laundry basket.

We slid under his sheets and I faced him. Taking in his beauty. His freckles, his rosy cheeks, his plump lips. My finger traced his jawline as I looked at him

He looked back examining my face and brushing my hair away before opening his mouth to speak

“I meant it when I said you're gorgeous” he said in a whisper

“Thank you Chris” I said with a small smile

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N” he said turning his head into my touch as he kissed my hand

It was in these moments that I saw a small glimpse of us being together. Of us being more than just fuck buddies. Chris has a nurturing soul, and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to share that with someone else. Unless he did, and that someone else just wasn’t me….

“We’re throwing a birthday party for Madi next week you should come” he said looking at me again

“Yeah I’d love to” I responded smiling at him

“And you can bring…what’s his face” he said chuckling

“Dominic” I said with a blunt expression

“Yeah him” he said rolling his eyes

“I’ll run it by him” I said laughing

Before we could speak my phone started to ring

“Speak of the devil” Chris said looking at my phone as I turned over

I picked it up on the third ring

“Hello?” I said

“Hi baby, why do you sound so out of breath?” He said laughing

“Oh uhhh I was running up Courtney’s stairs” I said laughing and looking at Chris with wide eyes

“She doesn’t have stairs” he said confused

“Ohh uhh the stairs outside her house we were taking trash out” I said lying straight out of my ass

“Ohhh uh well okay, I’m glad you had fun” he said

“Yup lots of fun” I said looking at Chris and he just smirked at me

“Alright baby I’m going to let you go, I’ll see you tomorrow” he said

“Okay love you” I said cringing to myself because I didn’t even mean it

We hung up and I let out a sigh

“Stressed?” Chris asked me

“You could say something like that” I said looking at him

“Come in closer talk to me about it, spend the night” he said

This was uncharted territory. Chris never asked me to spend the night, and I assumed it was only because his brothers weren’t home.

“Stay? With you?” I asked him

“No stay with the Holy Ghost, duhhh stay with me” he said laughing

“Okay….yeah I’ll stay” I said smiling at him

Chris shut the light off and pulled me in closer my back to him.

This was wrong, but it felt so right. To be able to lay in his arms as we fell asleep was something I’ve always wanted.

This made my heart warm, but what kept my mind racing was that this was a one time thing and only for tonight. Our next encounters would not be like this.

I’d be in my own bed the following morning alone and saddened that I could not keep the only man I’ve ever wanted to myself.

I was the paramour.

The End

Alright guys this is part 1, and I truly hope you enjoyed it. I genuinely loved writing this and it like had me giggling and kicking my feet, but also lowkey sad😭😭 I wonder what will happen in part 2 and 3??? Stay tuned for more LMFAOAOA! I love yall so much 🤭🖤🖤 also sorry it took so long to get done I got busy

-J💅🏽

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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I Spy With My Little Eye

Dominik Szoboszlai x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom is so cheesy but he also disappeared and you're like ??, a bit plot heavy, so many random tasks, reader thinks dom has lost his mind, major sweetness at the end.

Word Count: 970

Author's Note: dedicated to my fellow dom enthusiast @curiousthyme <3

This Christmas was different. Dom made you work for your gift rather than giving it to you; following the clues through the neighbourhood to your final gift.

There was some time before Christmas and Dominik suggested a trip to Germany, the place you two called home for quite a bit of time while he played with Leipzig. You still had your place there as you bounced back and forth between there and Liverpool for work so you two were staying there for a few days.

You felt the mattress dip, your boyfriend's warm hand on your forehead. His lips by your ear, "I've got some errands to run, sweetheart. I'll be back later." he whispers, kissing your head.

A mumble and you feel around, patting his cheek before rolling over and going back to sleep.

It wasn't until an hour later than you got up, finding Dom's side of the bed still empty. There was a note on the pillow, you assumed it was just him reiterating what he had told you before he left, knowing you'd be too sleepy to really listen to him.

You unfolded the page, reading the words he had scribbled down.

check your favourite hiding spot for a gift - xoxo D.

The sun peeked through the curtains, you forced yourself out of bed to go into the living room. The ottoman sat on the rug, you smiled to yourself. Dom never used the ottoman, in fact he hated the thing; it was ugly and clunky but you liked it for some reason so he left it. Plus he knew you used it as a hiding spot because he often forgot it was there.

Pushing the top open, there's a box wrapped up with ribbon and a note tucked under it. The note was opened first.

get ready and head to Julie's for the next note - xoxo D.

You had no idea what he was up to but you folded the page again, taking the lid off of the box to find a dress you had been telling him about for weeks. You haven't been able to find it in stores or online. You're not sure how he did it but you're sure he used his 'connections' as he called it to find it for you.

As the note said, you went through your morning routine and got ready, your coat wrapped around you and boots on as you headed out and into the snow.

The bell rings on the cafe door, the smell of baked goods welcomes you back home. "Y/n!" Julie beamed, you weren't expecting to see her in, especially not on a Saturday morning.

"Hey!" You smiled.

"Here you go," she passed you your usual coffee order and an envelope. You reach for your purse to pay her but she shakes her head, "Dom paid."

You smile, opening the envelope and reading the note.

meet me where we had our first kiss - xoxo D.

It takes you a moment to think back, it feels like a million years ago but then it hits you, the park.

You thank Julie for the coffee and you're off again, making your way through the snow, cursing Dom in your head for choosing a snowy day to do whatever it was that this was. It's a short walk to the park, specifically to the park rangers' office; yes you had your first kiss outside of their office. You were on a walk and it started pouring rain, Dom pulled you there to keep you out of the rain and kissed you for the first time there.

It was more romantic in the morning, but thinking about it now made you giggle.

You looked around for your boyfriend, hoping this would be the last of the walking as your legs were killing you.

Someone pats your shoulder, a park ranger. "Are you y/n?"

"Yeah," you nod, the man hands you yet another envelope. You're a bit annoyed, knowing you'd probably have to walk some more but you open it.

follow the ranger. no more walking, I promise - xo D.

It's as if he read your mind. "Lead the way," you tell the man, he nods and leads you over to one of their little cars.

You knew this path, it led to the gazebo at the edge of the park that overlooked the water. You get out of the car, thanking the man as you walk over to the gazebo. There are candles and flowers everywhere. As you make your way closer, you're expecting to see Dom but you don't.

A bit confused, you look around but then feel someone tap your shoulder; Dominik is on one knee behind you when you turn around.

"Dom.." You look at the man, your jaw hangs open slightly.

"Y/n," he smiles, "the last 5 years have been the best of my life, as cheesy as it sounds. You've been through the good and the bad, stuck to my side no matter what and I can't thank you enough for that. I hope you know how much you mean to me and will always mean to me so," he smiled at you again, opening the small box in his hand.

"Will you do me the honour and marry me?"

You're in shock, nodding but then you remember you actually have to answer him. "Yes!" You lean down, hands on his face as you kiss him. Dom stands, still kissing you for a moment before he pulls away, slipping the ring onto your finger.

Your boyfriend- fiancé, pulls you back into a hug, kissing you as he picks you up, giving you a good squeeze.

"I know you've always wanted a Christmas proposal but not on Christmas." He laughs, forehead pressed to yours.

You smile, tears in your eyes as your hand presses to his face. "It was perfect, perhaps less walking would have been better but still," you giggled, Dom kissed you once more, hugging you.

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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Black Out

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: power outages, john being very husband and him being very cheeky per usual, wax play, one of those massage oil candles, nipple play, penetrative sex (p in v), cream pie, 'slut' used in a sexual way.

Word Count: 2,158

Author's Note: you guys don't understand the struggle I went through to find a pic of this man that matched, why does he hide from the cameras and make my life so hard??

merry smutmas series

Your husband blows a fuse with the Christmas lights and you’re stuck in the dark, but you find a way to make the best of it.

It was no secret about what sold you on the house you were living in was the neighbourhood; the photos of the houses covered in lights and lawns decorated like a winter wonderland was enough to get John to give it to you.

You were a winter girl through and through, you started counting down to Christmas the moment you saw the first orange leaf on the trees. You had already dreamt of having your own place; the white picket fences, the wrap around porch with the massive 10 foot Christmas tree in the window.

It was 4 weeks to Christmas and you were in full fledged Christmas prep mode. John had finally had some free time in his schedule to help you get the house ready for the holidays.

You had bundled your husband up, sending him outside to put the lights up around the house and you had done most of the stuff around the house while he was at training and gone for away games. You had been putting up the last few ornaments on the tree.

The last gold ball had been placed on the empty branch and as you go to take a step back and admire your work, the power to the house cuts out.

"What the f-" "Babe?!" John calls, walking into the house.

You look over at your husband, clearly confused and he makes a face. "Crap, it's out in here too?"

"I take it the lights are off outside?"

John nods, walking down the stairs to the basement to check the fuse box. You shout for the top of the stairs, "did you blow a fuse?"

He appears at the bottom of the stairs, the two of you look at each other in the dark, the only light coming from your phone flashlight that was on. "I tried all of them. Nothing's coming on, so I don't think I did that."

Your phone buzzes in your hand, there's a message from your neighbour. "It's Andrew," you tell him as he comes up. "He says the power's out at their place too, looks like it's the whole block."

"Did we do that?" John makes a face, and you shake your head. "I'm sure it's just the weather. They'll probably be able to fix it in the morning, so let's go find the candles."

You leave your husband in the stairway, walking to the kitchen with your phone flash light lighting the wooden floor path. You set the phone on the counter in such a way that the lights shine into the drawers as you search for the candles.

John pinches your hip, startling you. "John!" You laughed, smacking his arm. The man smiles, looking around for the lighter when you set the candles on the counter.

He comes up beside you and lights the candles that you had set on the counter. You were tumbling through the drawers below, trying to look for more so you could put some in the living room. With all your hurriedness, you didn't realize that John had already lit the candles on the counter, and you accidentally knocked one over onto the floor.

"Ow!" You winced, pulling your foot away when the hot wax splashed onto it.

John bends down, carefully picking up the candle and setting it back on the counter. "Are you okay?" He crouches back down, rubbing the top of your foot.

You nod, "fine, just a bit hot."

He smiles at you, rubbing at the soft wax that was starting to dry on your foot. "C'mon," he takes your hand, leading you to the living room.

The two candles that you left in the kitchen are carried over to the living room, and John sets them on the coffee table. You are another smaller, white candle in a glass jar in your hand, that you set on the coffee table and then light.

You and John find yourself on the couch, your husband's arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Now the power is off, so is the heating. Which meant the two of you were going to get very cold very quickly.

A few minutes had passed and the candles were starting to smell, but one more than the others; the one in the glass jar.

"Is that vanilla?" John asks, looking over at you. You hum, head on his shoulder, the orange of the candle light caskets a glow over you.

"Yeah, one of those oil ones."

John's head tilted, clearly confused as to what you meant and you continued speaking to further explain. "It's one of those massage oil candles. When it melts, it turns into oil you can use for massages."

"And if you don't use it?" He asks.

"Hardens again, until you decide to relight it."

John hums, leaning forward to smell the candle on the coffee table. "Doesn't seem like something you'd buy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "It's not. It was part of the gift basket that Sasha gave me for my birthday."

The room falls quiet, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. You hoped the power would come back on soon, otherwise you were certain you were gonna freeze to death. You know how most guys run hot when they sleep, girlfriend's jokes that they're like a human furnace? Not John. That man was like an ice cube, freezing your whole body anytime you cuddled him; perfect for the summer actually.

Your husband leans his neck to one side, groaning as he rubs the space between his shoulder and his neck. "What's wrong?" You looked over at him, concerned.

"Just sore, probably from putting up the lights."

"Want me to rub it?" You offered and he nodded. "Lay down, take your shirt off."

John follows your instructions, taking his shirt off and lying flat on his stomach. You climb on top of him, legs on either side of his hips as you sit on his butt. He can feel you move around, you shift a bit before something hot lands on his back.

"Ow! What the hell, woman?!" He groans, trying to wiggle away.

"Sorry!" You giggled, setting the oil candle back on the coffee table. "Was that hot? My bad, babe."

John rolls his eyes, making you laugh before you start rubbing the oil in with your hands. Smoothing the yellowish liquid over his skin, paying special attention to his upper back and his shoulders. John lets out a soft groan when you press into his shoulders, thumbs working over the small knot you felt.

He hums, satisfied as your hands slide back down his back, resting on his sides. "All done."

"So much better," he smiles, sitting up when you get off of him. "Your turn." He pats your hip, waving his finger to get you to take your top off.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you comply. Your top tossed on the floor with his before you lay on your stomach, pulling your hair out of the way. "Don't burn me," you warn him.

John scoffs, "you mean like what you did to me?"

Shrugging, you purse your lips. "No idea what you mean.. just a warning, Mr. Stones." He hums, gesturing for you to lay down.

You get comfortable, John's cold fingers causing you to shiver as he unclasps your bra. He whispers sorry before you hear the sound of him rubbing his hands together. He asks if you're ready and you nod, telling him you are.

John picks up the glass jar, slowly pouring the liquid over your back. You let out a small whimper at the hotness, waiting for the feeling of it dripping down your back, like you had watched it do on John but it never came.

Instead, it felt as if it had frozen on your skin. You glanced back at your husband, "what is that?" The angle you were at was awkward, trying to see what was in his hand.

John reached over you and set the glass jar down, some nonsensical name slapped on the front and it was a candle, an actual candle. Not the massage oil you had poured onto him.

"Why-" You start but he cuts you off. "Don't think I didn't notice that sound you made in the kitchen."

"What sound?" You asked, looking away. John smirks, shaking his head at your faux innocence. "The same sound you made a few seconds ago."

"Shut up." You whispered.

"Turn over," he tells you, tossing a throw pillow down for you to put your head on and you get comfortable. John looks at you, the candle back in his head before he tilts it, pouring a bit on your stomach. "Is that okay?" He looks up at you for your reaction.

You hum, nodding. "More than okay."

He smiles, tugging at your leggings and you help him get them off, adding them to the pile of unwanted clothes. John continues pouring the wax slowly, letting it drip up and down your thighs, the red wax drying and sticking to your skin.

You knew it would be a mess to clean up but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You look at your husband, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows. John sets the candle down next to him as he sits, back resting on the couch. "So come have some fun," he smiles, "it's only fair to share in the fun, isn't it?"

You climb back onto his lap, pushing on his sweatpants. John's hand drops down, smacking your ass. "So pretty like this," he mumbles against your skin, kissing along your neck.

"So I'm not pretty otherwise?"

"You're the prettiest, ever." He smiles, kissing you as you sink down onto his cock. John groans, his hand on your hip to steady you and his head tilts back, resting on the couch.

Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

John's hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, John smiles when you do. “So handsome like this,” you mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

John flashes you a smile, looking up at you. "Not handsome otherwise?"

You shook your head, "no." You smiled, kissing the man. You rock your hips forward and his head drops back into the couch again, his eyes fluttered closed. “God, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you.

He can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back. Your husband has you bouncing in his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist resting on your lower back, all while your face is buried in the crook of his neck. Your lips on his soft skin - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

“John fuck, oh god-” your hips rock forwards and you feel him pull you closer.

“This pussy was made just for me, hm? That's my pretty slut." He whispers in your ear and it's like something switches in you.

He can feel you clench around him and bounce a little more, your clit brushing against him with each bounce and rock. Your arms are over his shoulders and fingers tangled in his messy curls, tugging it back and his head tips back, leaving his neck exposed for you to mark.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek.

Your husband kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge. John groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

You pull away from him, leaning back in his arms; the two of you feeling the after effects of your orgasms, covered in wax, massage oil, cum and sweat. You can't help the giggle that slips out.

"What?" He asks, chuckling at your giggling.

"The power should go out more often," you tell him, picking at the wax on his chest.

John laughs, smiling at you. "Yeah, it should."

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