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stalker! chris leaving behind another gift n innocent! readers panties...
chris didn't even have to look, he already knew exactly which pair of panties you were wearing. his dark eyes had caught the tiniest glimpse of them under your panties with the way your back arched as you tried to take back the pink mechanical pencil that had been snatched as a form of teasing.
you sat a few desks in front of him, but it was close enough to smell the perfume you drench yourself in every morningâand see the smallest patch of wetness on the cotton as you stood and tossed your backpack over your shoulder.
you had gym class nextâchris was able to hack into your school email just to find out your schedule. it would've been considered pathetic that he'd have to go to such lengths, but he excused himself with the thought that he just wanted to be informed in-case a future emergency.
one of the pros of going to a private school besides the small portion of kids was there were private showers.
the water that rushed from the shower nozzle slipped off your body and onto the tile floor, masking the sound of chris sneaking into the small area to rummage through the uniform you left on the counter.
he rather quickly found the dirty pair of peach colored pantiesâthe ones he had left for you to find in your underwear drawer. you wore his gift without hesitation, as if he already had claim on you.. his cock almost instantly grew hard at the thought. his hands shook as he lifted the cotton to his face, burying his nose in the panty to get a whiff of your addicting smell.
his right arm dropped, eagerly unbuckling his pants belt and pushing the jean materiel down mid-thigh. he spat in his free hand, using it as a makeshift lube as he skillfully stroked his reddened cock.
his hand squeezed around the tip, teasing himself as he continued to inhale the fading smell of your nectar. he was close to the edgeâof both cumming and getting caughtârepeating small whispers telling himself to hurry up, mixing with the sighs of your name.
he brought the panties to his cock, his pre-cum leaving a dark patch on the material as he fucked through them. his head tipped back, mouth opening as he let out a quiet shout, feeling the knot in his stomach beginning to snap.
his tip rubbed harshly against the crotch of your panties, his cum shooting out in ropes when he finished. he slowly pulled his cock off the ruined underwear, a small sticky string of cum connecting him to the cotton.
he could feel himself slowly hardening once more at the sight, but knew he had to leave before he pushed it too far and got himself in trouble.
he tucked himself inside his boxers, fixing his uniforms appearance before tucking the ruined panties inside the pile of your matching shirt and skirt.
chris gave a long stare to the closed showerâyou were so close. if he really wanted to he could have you right now, but no... it wasn't time for that if he wanted to keep you.
you let out a sigh as you shut off the water, wrapping the white fluffy towel against your body before stepping out, just as the door to the private shower-room hurriedly closed. your eyebrows furrowed. "hello..?"
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ðððð
ð:
ððððð: âŸ
ððððð: â¿
ðððð: â¥
ððððððð ððððð
ðððððððð ðððð
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ð¢ððð£ðððð© ð§ððð£ 1/2
âŸâ¿
summary: finnick had pulled the plug on your relationship long ago, when he could no longer keep from you what he'd been forced into. but after you've returned victorious from your games, he knows you need him as the nightmares come for you each time you close your eyes.
ð±ð® ððªðŒ ðŒðŸð·ðŒð±ð²ð·ð® ð ððªðŒ ð¶ð²ï¿œï¿œð·ð²ð°ð±ðœ ð»ðªð²ð·, ð±ð® ððªð·ðœð®ð ð²ðœ ð¬ðžð¶ð¯ðžð»ðœðªð«ðµð® ð ððªð·ðœð®ð ðœð±ðªðœ ð¹ðªð²ð·, ð±ð® ððªð·ðœð®ð ðª ð«ð»ð²ðð® ð ððªðŒ ð¶ðªðŽð²ð·ð° ð¶ð ðžðð· ð·ðªð¶ð®
ð©ðð ð¡ðð ððš (a sequel series)
1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13
âŸâ¥â¿
summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.
ðœðªðŽð® ð¶ð® ðœðž ðœð±ð® ðµðªðŽð®ðŒ ðð±ð®ð»ð® ðªðµðµ ðœð±ð® ð¹ðžð®ðœðŒ ðð®ð·ðœ ðœðž ðð²ð®, ð ððžð·'ðœ ð«ð®ðµðžð·ð° ðªð·ð ð¶ð ð«ð®ðµðžð¿ð®ð ð·ð®ð²ðœð±ð®ð» ððž ððžðŸ, ðœð±ðžðŒð® ðð²ð·ðð®ð»ð¶ð®ð»ð® ð¹ð®ðªðŽðŒ ðµðžðžðŽ ðµð²ðŽð® ðª ð¹ð®ð»ð¯ð®ð¬ðœ ð¹ðµðªð¬ð® ðœðž ð¬ð»ð, ð'ð¶ ðŒð®ðœðœð²ð·ð° ðžð¯ð¯, ð«ðŸðœ ð·ðžðœ ðð²ðœð±ðžðŸðœ ð¶ð ð¶ðŸðŒð®, ð·ðž, ð·ðžðœ ðð²ðœð±ðžðŸðœ ððžðŸ
ð©ðð ð§ðð«ðð§ ( the end of the trilogy) (on hiatus)
1/2/3/4/5/6
âŸâ¥â¿
summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back
ð²ð¯ ð ð¯ðžðµðµðžð ððžðŸ ðœðž ðœð±ð® ð»ð²ð¿ð®ð», ðŒð®ð·ð ð¶ð ð«ðµðŸð®ðŒ ðžðŸðœ ðœðž ðœð±ð® ðŒð®ðª, ðð²ðµðµ ððžðŸ ðŒðœðªð ðð²ðœð± ð¶ð® ð¯ðžð»ð®ð¿ð®ð»? ðð²ðµðµ ððžðŸ ð¬ð±ðªðŒð® ð¶ð® ð²ð· ð¶ð ðð»ð®ðªð¶ðŒ? ð²ð¯ ð ðœð±ð»ðžð ð²ðœ ðªðµðµ ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ð»ð²ð¿ð®ð», ðµð®ðœ ðœð±ð® ð»ð±ððœð±ð¶ ðœðªðŽð® ðœð±ð® ðµð®ðªð, ðð²ðµðµ ð²ðœ ðŒðœðªð ðð²ðœð± ððžðŸ ðªð·ð ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðµð®ðœ ððžðŸ ðµð®ðªð¿ð® ðžð· ð¶ð®?
ðððŸ ððððŸð ð»ð
ððð»ð
âŸâ¥â¿
summary: all blurbs and song analysis relating to finnick and his sweet girl in the midnight rain, the lakes, and the river universe
ð¬ð«ð¢-ð°ð¥ð¬ð±ð°
ðð£ðððð£ð©ðð (requested)
â¿
summary: after winning your games you're thrust into a new scene of capitol luxury and parties. in the midst of the gowns, and masquerade masks you meet someone who you instantly feel sparks go off for, victor finnick odair.
ðœð±ð²ðŒ ð·ð²ð°ð±ðœ ð²ðŒ ðŒð¹ðªð»ðŽðµð²ð·ð°, ððžð·'ðœ ððžðŸ ðµð®ðœ ð²ðœ ð°ðž ð'ð¶ ððžð·ðð®ð»ðŒðœð»ðŸð¬ðŽ, ð«ðµðŸðŒð±ð²ð·ð° ðªðµðµ ðœð±ð® ððªð ð±ðžð¶ð® ð'ðµðµ ðŒð¹ð®ð·ð ð¯ðžð»ð®ð¿ð®ð» ððžð·ðð®ð»ð²ð·ð° ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ ðŽð·ð®ð ðœð±ð²ðŒ ð·ð²ð°ð±ðœ ð²ðŒ ð¯ðµðªððµð®ðŒðŒ, ððžð·'ðœ ððžðŸ ðµð®ðœ ð²ðœ ð°ðž ð'ð¶ ððžð·ðð®ð»ðŒðœð»ðŸð¬ðŽ, ððªð·ð¬ð²ð·ð° ðªð»ðžðŸð·ð ðªðµðµ ðªðµðžð·ð® ð'ðµðµ ðŒð¹ð®ð·ð ð¯ðžð»ð®ð¿ð®ð» ððžð·ðð®ð»ð²ð·ð° ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ ðŽð·ð®ð ð ððªðŒ ð®ð·ð¬ð±ðªð·ðœð®ð ðœðž ð¶ð®ð®ðœ ððžðŸ ð¹ðµð®ðªðŒð® ððžð·'ðœ ð«ð® ð²ð· ðµðžð¿ð® ðð²ðœð± ðŒðžð¶ð®ðžð·ð® ð®ðµðŒð® ð¹ðµð®ðªðŒð® ððžð·'ðœ ð±ðªð¿ð® ðŒðžð¶ð®ð«ðžðð ððªð²ðœð²ð·ð° ðžð· ððžðŸ
ðšðð¡ð«ðð§ ðšð¥ð§ðð£ððš
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summary: finnick's cycle of self destruction stops for no one, even if it tears the two of you apart, but you refuse to fade into the past.
ðœð²ð¶ð® ð¬ðªðŒðœ ðª ðŒð¹ð®ðµðµ ðžð· ððžðŸ, ð«ðŸðœ ððžðŸ ððžð·'ðœ ð¯ðžð»ð°ð®ðœ ð¶ð® ð ðŽð·ðžð ð ð¬ðžðŸðµð'ð¿ð® ðµðžð¿ð®ð ððžðŸ, ð«ðŸðœ ððžðŸ ððžðŸðµð ð·ðžðœ ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ð'ðµðµ ð¯ðžðµðµðžð ððžðŸ ððžðð· 'ðœð²ðµ ðœð±ð® ðŒðžðŸð·ð ðžð¯ ð¶ð ð¿ðžð²ð¬ð® ðð²ðµðµ ð±ðªðŸð·ðœ ððžðŸ ð°ð²ð¿ð® ð¶ð® ð³ðŸðŒðœ ðª ð¬ð±ðªð·ð¬ð® ððžðŸ'ðµðµ ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð°ð®ðœ ðªððªð ð¯ð»ðžð¶ ðœð±ð® ðŒðžðŸð·ð ðžð¯ ðœð±ð® ððžð¶ðªð· ðœð±ðªðœ ðµðžð¿ð®ðŒ ððžðŸ
ððð¡ð¡ ðð© ð¬ððð© ð®ð€ðª ð¬ðð£ð©
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summary: finnick can't stop himself from an endless day of teasing leaving you frustrated with an itch only he can scratch
ð¶ð ð«ðªð«ð'ðŒ ð¯ð²ðœ ðµð²ðŽð® ðª ððªððð»ð®ðªð¶ ððªðµðŽð²ð·' ðð²ðœð± ð±ð²ðŒ ð±ð®ðªð ððžðð·, ð'ð¶ ðœð±ð® ðžð·ð® ð±ð®'ðŒ ððªðµðŽð²ð·' ðœðž, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðŒðž ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ðð®ðªð±, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ ðœðž ð¶ð ð«ðªð«ð'ðŒ ð¯ðµð ðµð²ðŽð® ðª ð³ð®ðœ ðŒðœð»ð®ðªð¶ ð±ð²ð°ð± ðªð«ðžð¿ð® ðœð±ð® ðð±ðžðµð® ðŒð¬ð®ð·ð®, ðµðžð¿ð®ðŒ ð¶ð® ðµð²ðŽð® ð'ð¶ ð«ð»ðªð·ð ð·ð®ð, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ, ðŒðž ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ, ðð®ðªð±, ð¬ðªðµðµ ð²ðœ ðð±ðªðœ ððžðŸ ððªð·ðœ
ðð£ððð£ð©ð, ðð£ððð£ð©ð (requested)
â¿ â¥
summary: you and finnick had never confessed your feelings, but after you've been rescued from the Capitol, you both realize it's time to talk about the unspoken
ð'ð¶ ððžðŸð» ð¶ðŸðŒð²ð¬, ð'ð¶ ððžðŸð» ðŒðžð·ð°, ð¹ðµðªð ð¶ð® ðœð²ð¶ð® ðªð·ð ðœð²ð¶ð® ðªð°ðªð²ð· ðªð·ð ᅵᅵᅵᅵðªðŽð® ð¶ð® ðŒðœð»ðžð·ð°, ð¶ðªðŽð® ð¶ð® ðŒð²ð·ð°, ð¶ðªðŽð® ð¶ð® ðŒðžðŸð·ð. ðªð·ððªð·ðœð®, ðªð·ððªð·ðœð® ðœð»ð®ðªð ðµð²ð°ð±ðœðµð ðžð· ð¶ð ð°ð»ðžðŸð·ð. ðªð·ððªð·ðœð®, ðªð·ððªð·ðœð®, ðžð± ð¹ðµð®ðªðŒð® ððžð·'ðœ ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð·
ðð£ð«ððšððð¡ð ðšð©ð§ðð£ð (requested)
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summary: you and finnick are meant to be together even if neither of you noticed all the signs.
ðœð²ð¶ð®, ð¶ððŒðœð²ð¬ðªðµ ðœð²ð¶ð®, ð¬ðŸðœðœð²ð·ð° ð¶ð® ðžð¹ð®ð·, ðœð±ð®ð· ð±ð®ðªðµð²ð·ð° ð¶ð® ð¯ð²ð·ð®. ðð®ð»ð® ðœð±ð®ð»ð® ð¬ðµðŸð®ðŒ ð ðð²ðð·'ðœ ðŒð®ð®? ðªð·ð ð²ðŒð·'ðœ ð²ðœ ð³ðŸðŒðœ ðŒðž ð¹ð»ð®ðœðœð ðœðž ðœð±ð²ð·ðŽ, ðªðµðµ ðªðµðžð·ð° ðœð±ð®ð»ð® ððªðŒ ðŒðžð¶ð® ð²ð·ð¿ð²ðŒð²ð«ðµð® ðŒðœð»ð²ð·ð°
ð¡ðð© ð¢ð ðð€ð¬ð£ ðððšð®
âŸ
summary: finnick pushed himself away, isolated himself, and you're slipping through his fingers like sand.
ð ð°ðžðœ ððžðŸ ðŸð·ðð®ð» ð¶ð ðŒðŽð²ð· ð·ðžð ðð±ð ððž ððžðŸ ð¶ðªðŽð® ð²ðœ ðŒðž ð±ðªð»ð? ððžð·'ðœ ðµð®ðªð¿ð® ð¶ð® ð«ð»ðžðŽð®ð· ðªð·ð ð¯ð»ð®ð® ððžð·'ðœ ððžðŸ ðœð®ðµðµ ð¶ð® ðð±ð®ð»ð® ððžðŸ ðªð»ð®? ðžð±, ððžð·'ðœ ððžðŸ ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð·, ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð· ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð· ð®ðªðŒð ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ'ð»ð® ð°ðžð·ð·ðª ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð·? ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ'ð»ð® ð°ðžð·ð·ðª ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ððžðð·
ðð¢ðð§ð€ðšðð ð¬ðð£ð (requested)
â¥
summary: you and finnick have always had an irresistible pull towards one another
ðª ð¯ð®ð®ðµð²ð·ð° ððžðŸ ð¬ðªð·'ðœ ð±ð²ðð® ððžð·'ðœ ððžðŸ ðœð»ð ðªð·ð ðð®ð·ð ð²ðœ ðµð®ðœ ðžðŸðœ ðœð±ðžðŒð® ðœð±ðžðŸð°ð±ðœðŒ ð²ð·ðŒð²ðð®, ðªð·ð ðµðžð¿ð® ð¶ð®, ð±ðžð·ð®ð, ðµð²ðŽð® ðªð¶ð«ð»ðžðŒð²ðª ðð²ð·ð® ðªð· ðŸð»ð°ð® ððžðŸ ð¬ðªð·'ðœ ð²ð°ð·ðžð»ð® ð¬ðžð¶ð® ð°ð®ðœ ðª ðµð²ðœðœðµð® ð¶ðžð»ð® ð'ðµðµ ð¶ðªðŽð® ððžðŸ ð¯ð®ð®ðµ ðµð²ðŽð® ð®ðœð®ð»ð·ðªðµ ðµð²ð¯ð®, ðŒðž ðµðžð¿ð® ð¶ð®, ð±ðžð·ð®ð, ðµð²ðŽð® ðªð¶ð«ð»ðžðŒð²ðª ðð²ð·ð®
ð ð ð£ð€ð¬ ð¥ð¡ððððš (requested)
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summary: after you win your games you've become more closed off and untrusting, but hidden away in the corner of a Captiol party fate leads you straight to your soulmate.
ðµð²ð°ð±ðœðŒ ð¯ðµðªðŒð± ðªð·ð ðð®'ðµðµ ð»ðŸð· ð¯ðžð» ðœð±ð® ð¯ð®ð·ð¬ð®ðŒ ðµð®ðœ ðœð±ð®ð¶ ðŒðªð ðð±ðªðœ ðœð±ð®ð ððªð·ðœ, ðð® ððžð·'ðœ ð±ð®ðªð» ð²ðœ ðµðžðžðŒð® ðµð²ð¹ðŒ ðŒð²ð·ðŽ ðŒð±ð²ð¹ðŒ ðªðµðµ ðœð±ð® ððªð¶ð· ðœð²ð¶ð® ð·ðžðœ ðœð±ð²ðŒ ðœð²ð¶ð® ð³ðŸðŒðœ ð°ð»ðªð« ð¶ð ð±ðªð·ð ðªð·ð ððžð·'ðœ ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðð»ðžð¹ ð²ðœ ð¶ð ðµðžð¿ð® ðœð±ð®ð ðªð»ð® ðœð±ð® ð±ðŸð·ðœð®ð»ðŒ, ðð® ðªð»ð® ðœð±ð® ð¯ðžðð®ðŒ ðªð·ð ðð® ð»ðŸð· ð«ðªð«ð, ð ðŽð·ðžð ð¹ðµðªð¬ð®ðŒ ðð® ððžð·'ðœ ð«ð® ð¯ðžðŸð·ð, ðªð·ð ðœð±ð®ð'ðµðµ ð«ð® ð¬ð±ðªðŒð²ð·ð° ðœð±ð®ð²ð» ðœðªð²ðµðŒ ðœð»ðð²ð·ð° ðœðž ðœð»ðªð¬ðŽ ðŸðŒ ððžðð· 'ð¬ðªðŸðŒð® ð, ð ðŽð·ðžð ð¹ðµðªð¬ð®ðŒ ðð® ð¬ðªð· ð±ð²ðð® ð ðŽð·ðžð ð¹ðµðªð¬ð®ðŒ
ððºð
ð¿ ððŸðððð
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summary: the capitol has its way of digging its claws in so deep that you're no longer even sure where it ends and you being. finnick tries to reassure you, even though you struggle to let him in.
ð±ðªðµð¯ ð»ð®ðœðŸð»ð·, ð±ðªðµð¯ ð»ð®ðœðŸð»ð·. ð±ðžð·ð®ð ð²ð· ððžðŸð» ð¶ðžðŸðœð± ðð±ð®ð· ððžðŸ ð°ðªð¿ð® ð¶ð® ð¶ð ð·ðªð¶ð®, ðœð®ðªð»ðŒ ð²ð· ððžðŸð» ð®ðð®ðŒ ðð±ð®ð· ððžðŸ ð¹ðŸðµðµ ð²ðœ ðµð²ðŽð® ðª ð¬ð±ðªð²ð·. ð±ðªðµð¯ ð»ð®ðœðŸð»ð·, ð±ðªðµð¯ ð»ð®ðœðŸð»ð·. ðŒðœðªð·ðð²ð·ð° ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ððªð»ð, ðð»ð®ðŒðŒð®ð ðµð²ðŽð® ðª ðŽð²ð, ðœð±ð® ð±ðžðŸðŒð® ð²ðŒ ðð±ð²ðœð® ðªð·ð ðœð±ð® ðµðªðð· ð²ðŒ ðð®ðªð
ððð
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summary: you've loved finnick as long as you can remember, and he's loved you too, but he doesn't want the capitol to know that.
ð ðð²ðŒð± ðœðž ðŽð·ðžð ðœð±ð® ð¯ðªðœðªðµ ð¯ðµðªð ðœð±ðªðœ ð¶ðªðŽð®ðŒ ððžðŸ ðµðžð·ð° ðœðž ð«ð® ð¶ðªð°ð·ð²ð¯ð²ð¬ð®ð·ðœðµð ð¬ðŸð»ðŒð®ð ð±ð®'ðŒ ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ð»ðžðžð¶ ðšðžðŸð» ðžð¹ðªðµ ð®ðð®ðŒ ðªð»ð® ðªðµðµ ð ðð²ðŒð± ðœðž ðŒð®ð® ð±ð® ððªð·ðœðŒ ðð±ðªðœ'ðŒ ðžð·ðµð ððžðŸð»ðŒ ðžð±, ð°ðžðððªð¶ð· ð¶ð ð¹ðªð²ð· ð¯ð²ðœðŒ ð²ð· ðœð±ð® ð¹ðªðµð¶ ðžð¯ ððžðŸð» ð¯ð»ð®ð®ðð²ð·ð° ð±ðªð·ð ðœðªðŽð²ð·ð° ð¶ð²ð·ð®, ð«ðŸðœ ð²ðœ'ðŒ ð«ð®ð®ð· ð¹ð»ðžð¶ð²ðŒð®ð ðœðž ðªð·ðžðœð±ð®ð» ðžð±, ð ð¬ðªð·'ðœ ðŒðœðžð¹ ððžðŸ ð¹ðŸðœðœð²ð·ð° ð»ðžðžðœðŒ ð²ð· ð¶ð ðð»ð®ðªð¶ðµðªð·ð ð¶ð ð±ðžðŸðŒð® ðžð¯ ðŒðœðžð·ð®, ððžðŸð» ð²ð¿ð ð°ð»ðžððŒ ðªð·ð ð·ðžð ð'ð¶ ð¬ðžð¿ð®ð»ð®ð
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finnick and black cat!partner â¿
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ððð£ð£ððð ðð£ð ð ðšðªððð§ð® ðšð¬ððð© ðð£ð ð€ðð¡ðð«ðð€ðªðš ð¥ðð§ð©ð£ðð§ (requested) â¿
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summary: all content relating to the billy dunne x muse universe
ð¬ðªðŸð°ð±ðœ ð²ð· ð¶ð ð¯ð®ðªð»ðŒ. ð«ðµð²ð·ðŽð²ð·ð° ð«ðªð¬ðŽ ðœð±ð® ðœð®ðªð»ðŒ. ð² ð¬ðªð·'ðœ ðŒðªð ððžðŸ ð±ðŸð»ðœ ð¶ð® ðð±ð®ð· ððžðŸ ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðµð®ðœ ð¶ð® ð·ð®ðªð», ðªð·ð ð ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðð»ð®ð ðžð·ð® ð»ð®ðŒð¹ðžð·ðŒð® ð¯ð»ðžð¶ ððžðŸ. ðªðµðµ ðœð±ð® ðð±ð²ðµð® ððžðŸ ð¯ð®ðµðµ ðªðµðµ ðžð¿ð®ð» ð°ð²ð»ðµðŒ ððžðŸ ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ðŽð·ð®ð, 'ð¬ðªðŸðŒð® ð'ð¿ð® ððžð·ð® ð®ð¿ð®ð»ððœð±ð²ð·ð° ð ðŽð·ðžð ðœðž ðœð»ð ðªð·ð ð¶ðªðŽð® ððžðŸ ð¶ð²ð·ð® ðªð·ð ð ðœð±ð²ð·ðŽ ð²ðœ'ðŒ ð°ðžð·ð·ðª ð±ðŸð»ðœ ð¶ð® ð¯ðžð» ðª ðµðžð·ð° ðµðžð·ð° ðœð²ð¶ð®
ðœððºððððœð & ðððð
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summary: you know the cycle with billy, the heartbreak, and you love him too much to leave. and eddie makes it so much harder.
ð·ðžð ððžðŸ'ð»ð® ðœð®ðµðµï¿œï¿œð·ð° ð¶ð® ððžðŸ'ð»ð® ð·ðžðœ ð·ðžðŒðœðªðµð°ð²ð¬ ðœð±ð®ð· ð°ð²ð¿ð® ð¶ð® ðªð·ðžðœð±ð®ð» ððžð»ð ð¯ðžð» ð²ðœ ððžðŸ ðð±ðž ðªð»ð® ðŒðž ð°ðžðžð ðð²ðœð± ððžð»ððŒ ðªð·ð ðªðœ ðŽð®ð®ð¹ð²ð·ð° ðœð±ð²ð·ð°ðŒ ð¿ðªð°ðŸð® 'ð¬ðªðŸðŒð® ð ð·ð®ð®ð ðŒðžð¶ð® ðžð¯ ðœð±ðªðœ ð¿ðªð°ðŸð®ð·ð®ðŒðŒ ð·ðžð ð²ðœ'ðŒ ðªðµðµ ð¬ðžð¶ð® ð«ðªð¬ðŽ ðœðžðž ð¬ðµð®ðªð»ðµð ðð®ðŒ, ð ðµðžð¿ð®ð ððžðŸ ðð®ðªð»ðµð ðªð·ð ð²ð¯ ððžðŸ'ð»ð® ðžð¯ð¯ð®ð»ð²ð·ð° ð¶ð® ðð²ðªð¶ðžð·ððŒ ðªð·ð ð»ðŸðŒðœ ð'ð¿ð® ðªðµð»ð®ðªðð ð¹ðªð²ð
songbird
âŸâ¿
summary: your mood is down at a party when a girl decides to use the opportunity to remind you how little you really mean to billy dunne. although billy is quick to comfort you.
ð¯ðžð» ððžðŸ, ðœð±ð®ð»ð®'ðµðµ ð«ð® ð·ðž ð¶ðžð»ð® ð¬ð»ðð²ð·ð°. ð¯ðžð» ððžðŸ, ðœð±ð® ðŒðŸð· ðð²ðµðµ ð«ð® ðŒð±ð²ð·ð²ð·ð°. ð«ð®ð¬ðªðŸðŒð® ð ð¯ð®ð®ðµ ðœð±ðªðœ ðð±ð®ð· ð'ð¶ ðð²ðœð± ððžðŸ ð²ðœ'ðŒ ðªðµð»ð²ð°ð±ðœ. ð ðŽð·ðžð ð²ðœ'ðŒ ð»ð²ð°ð±ðœ. ðœðž ððžðŸ, ð'ðµðµ ð°ð²ð¿ð® ðœð±ð® ððžð»ðµð. ðœðž ððžðŸ, ð'ðµðµ ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð«ð® ð¬ðžðµð. ð«ð®ð¬ðªðŸðŒð® ð ð¯ð®ð®ðµ ðœð±ðªðœ ðð±ð®ð· ð'ð¶ ðð²ðœð± ððžðŸ ð²ðœ'ðŒ ðªðµð»ð²ð°ð±ðœ, ð ðŽð·ðžð ð²ðœ'ðŒ ð»ð²ð°ð±ðœðœ. ðªð·ð ðœð±ð® ðŒðžð·ð°ð«ð²ð»ððŒ ðªð»ð® ðŒð²ð·ð°ð²ð·ð° ðµð²ðŽð® ðœð±ð®ð ðŽð·ðžð ðœð±ð® ðŒð¬ðžð»ð®, ðªð·ð ð ðµðžð¿ð® ððžðŸ, ð ðµðžð¿ð® ððžðŸ, ð ðµðžð¿ð® ððžðŸ, ðµð²ðŽð® ð·ð®ð¿ð®ð» ð«ð®ð¯ðžð»ð®.
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ðððð¿ðððŸ!ððŸðºðœðŸð ðŸððœð ðð ðºð ðº ððºððð ðºð¿ððŸð ððŸð ð»ððŸðºððð ðºððœ ðððŸ ðððŸð ðð ð»ðð ððŸðŸðœ ð¿ððð ðððððŸð!ððºðð, ð»ðð ðððŸ ððððð ð
ðŸðºðœð ðð ðºðððððŸð ðºððœ...
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ððð«ðððð§ðš ðð®: @bernardsbendystraws tysm queen!
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y/n found herself at a party, which was rare because y/nâs friday night usually was to sit in her room and listen to 1989. But tonight her friend Sadie had driven her here because y/ns boyfriend had broken up with her.
As y/n and sadie enter the party, the smell of weed, alcohol and smoke filled y/ns nose. âGirl, im going to go for some drinksâ. Sadie says leaving her all alone. Y/n stands in the middle of the party when she recognizes a guy on the couch, with a cloud of smoke surrounding him. Matt, the guy in her highschool who sold weed.
Fuck it.
Y/n went over to Matt. When she got infront of him, Matts eyes trailed down her body, watching the stunning light pink shirt that showed her breasts perfectly and her skirt that hugged her curves and ass, and ofcourse her signitire bow. âwhat do you want, princessâ he asked looking at her. âI want to buy someâ. Y/n says shyly. âGirls like you shouldnât be buying weedâ he stands up infront of her getting close. âYou dont even know meâ. She says. âIâd liked tooâ. Matt says pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Y/n and Matt go to a bathroom where he sells her some weed. âSo. What are you doing here?â He asks her sitting on the toilet and y/n leaning against the sink. âMy friend dragged me here because my boyfriend broke up with meâ. âOh shit im sorryâ. he says. âBut shouldnt you be at home listening to taylor swift or some shitâ he continues. âThats exactly what id liked to be doing right nowâ. She murmurs and matts stands up coming closer to y/n and puts his mouth to her ear. âWould you like me to help you forget about that boyfriend of yours?â. Matt says. âmaybeâ she says teasingly and Matt starts kissing her and y/n kisses him back. The kiss gets deeper and matts hands rest on her thighs. He slowly starts moving his hand further.
Y/n whimpers. âOh fuckâ matt groans. His hands get to y/ns light pink panties. âCan I?â. He looks into her eyes. She nods. Matt moves the panties away and slides two fingers slowly down her folds. âPlease Mattâ. She whines. He finally puts them in. âFuck mattâ y/n moans. âI need you inside meâ she breathes out. âYes maâamâ Matt teases. She starts helping him unbuckle his belt and pushes down his pants and boxers.
His cock springs out, hard and big. Matt grabs a condom from the bathroom because of course in this types of parties people fuck in the bathroom. Matts tip lines up with y/n hole. âMatt please-â y/n is cutoff by Matt thrusting inside her. They both moan. Their heavy breathing muffled by the music. Matt thrusts get faster and deeper, y/n knows she is not going to last. âFuck baby youre so tightâ. Matt groans. âMatt im comingâ. She manages to breathe out. âIm right behind you baby, release for meâ.
With on final thrust the pair become undone, Matts head resting on y/nâs shoulder. âFuck princess that was amazing. He says slipping out of her and putting on his pants. You climb off the counter and adjust yourself. âYeah it wasâ. âI go to go princess heres my number, text me when you want a round twoâ. Matt says giving her a piece of tissue with his phone number. âOkayâ. Y/n knew she was going to text him, even if he told herself not too.
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a/n: my first smut ð tyy soo much for reading, its badly written smut but i tried my best love yall
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one year anniversary - c.s.
more coming soonâŠ
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[1] p.parker tiktok (prank) blurb
ððððŸ : ðš ððºð ðº ð¿ðŸð ððððððð ðð ðð ð¿ðð ðððð ðððð ðððŸððœ ðð ðš ððððððð ððð ððð ððð ðð ðððð ððð ð¿ðºððᅵᅵᅵᅵððððŸ ð»ðð ð»ðð? ð
ðŸð ððŸ ðððð ðð¿ ð ððððð
ðœ ðœð ððððŸ ðððððð ðððŸððœ ð»ð
ððð»ð ð»ðŒ ð ððºððŸ ðð ððºðð ððœðŸðºð!
ðžðð ðððºðð ððð ð»ð "ðºðŒðŒððœðŸðððºð
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ð" ððŸððððð ððð : "ððŸ'ð ððððŸ, ððð ðŒðºð ðŒðððŸ ðððŸð ððð" ððððð ðºð¿ððŸð ððŸ ð
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You were cuddling Peter when the idea struck you, you've seen the video once and you highly doubt he's seen it when your TikTok algorithms were completely different - so you were very confident you wouldn't be found out.
He's supposed to leave in a bit to start his patrol, and for now you're both killing time. You lay on top of him, your back resting on his chest, and you're both on your phones. You're absent-mindedly scrolling on twitter - already laughing at what reaction he will have.
Then it's time for him to leave. He gets up and presses a kiss to your forehead, "Duty calls." He winks and you roll your eyes at him half-heartedly. "I promise to give you flowers that are not mangled when I get back."
"If they're mangled - I accept apologies in kisses."
He narrows his eyes at you, "Now I don't know if I even wanna make sure they look presentable when I come home."
You laugh at that. Watching him strip and put the suit on, walking over to the window, and sliding it open. He turns to give you one more look before setting off into the city - "Don't miss me too much."
"I'll try." You say with a grin, and he's out the window.
You hold back your laughter, waiting for at least 5 minutes to pass so it's a little more believable. While you waited - you hurriedly changed into a new set of clothes - getting rid of the sweatpants and hoodie combo and even applying makeup.
All of that under 5 minutes was a challenge which you managed to complete - then you sent him the text "accidentally".
Peter knew the text was from you, having set a specific ringtone for your calls and messages. He would take a break from swinging and rest on a rooftop, you texting him the moment he leaves made him think he forgot something.
He pulls his phone out and frowns at the text.
He's gone, you can come over <3
Now, he would have dismissed it as a mistake - had the heart not been there. That was supposed to be reserved for him. Without even thinking twice, he is already swinging back and you set the camera up just in time that he didn't see you.
You walk around the kitchen, pulling out the wine bottle, and he squints at you from the window. He didn't wanna go in just yet, he wanted to check if you had set up some surprise - but it wasn't even his birthday.
He couldn't help jumping in through the living room window overlooking the city when he caught sight of you in that red dress. You didn't even have to act surprised because your heart leapt out of your chest at his entrance.
"Jesus christ! Peter!" You yell, almost dropping the bottle.
"What's with the get up?" He asked cautiously.
You look down at yourself and then back up at him, a look of conflict painted on your features and that's when his thoughts began spiralling.
"Oh - uhh this? I'm uhh - " There's really no need to even bother putting up an act when you're genuinely stammering, you did not prepare well for this and he caught you off guard with his entrance. "Just - uhm. . ."
"I think you sent me a message by mistake," He spoke very stiffly, like he forced those words out of his mouth. "Who's coming over, babe?"
You scrunch your nose up and take a step backwards. "No one - I was just gonna have a self care night while you patrol."
It's very helpful that he has a mask on - seeing the expression on his face would make it harder for you to keep going.
"______. Who's coming over?"
There was an edge to your voice and before this can take a darker and sadder turn, you drop the act. Bursting into laughter and walking over to your phone placed a few feet away. You made sure that it only showed you in it but Peter's voice could still be heard so you still have the reaction documented.
You grab the phone and make a peace sign at it. "My fake mistress who is tall and pretty and smart."
You can see his tensed figure ease up, he pull the mask off his face and you laughed at the look of complete relief on his face. You're still laughing even as he tackled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up slightly off the ground.
"Holy shit, you scared me." He breathed out, before peppering your face with kisses and your phone has stopped recording by now.
"I'm sorry." You say through your giggles.
He kisses your cheek. "Don't." Your nose. "Ever." and your other cheek. "Do that." And lastly your lips. "Again."
"I don't know, I might - your reaction was priceless." You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes at you. This was done on a whim but you got a pretty good laugh out of it and a valuable memory that you shall hold over him forever. "I can't believe you really had to swing all the way back."
"Shut up."
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