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wrap your arms around me, baby boy - will smith

pairing: will smith x original female character

warnings: swearing, probably the most dialogue in a piece i've ever had, mention of marijuana , boston college (as a boston university alum this is a valid warning❤️), niche massachusetts references, fluff fluff fluff

inspired by + title: paper rings by taylor swift

word count: 5.5k

author's note: hi!! tried not to overthink this one too much because i've been in a writing rut lately and this turned out longer than i expected. i also usually try not to write about the kids or anyone younger than me but i feel like this song fit our fave lexington shark boy and i had fun exploring a college relationship like this. this is for @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy's eras tour fic challenge!! i hope you all enjoy it and lmk what you think!

october 2023

“I think I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Danielle Layden doesn’t even look up from her notes, unimpressed. “Sure, dude.”

“I’m serious,” She sighs, before putting her pen down and looking up at Will Smith, who’s continuing like he’s just asking her about the homework, which he did about three minutes prior. “You don’t think so?

She blinks, making sure that the professor isn’t in the lecture hall yet. “Will, I met you, like, three weeks ago, while you and your friends were high off your asses, mind you, and you don’t know how to write a proposal.”

“You have something against marijuana and bad writers?”

She rolls her eyes as he laughs. “We have a quiz in 5 minutes. Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Well, seat partner, I don’t think I do,” he says smugly.

“We are not seat partners,” she drawls out, taking a sip from the coffee that he brought her when he came in, toothy smile making her unable to be 100% annoyed with him. She doesn’t wanna overthink about the fact that it’s her exact order too, because he shouldn’t know that.

“I think we are,” he sings. “Are you coming to the game later?”

“What game?”

Will snorts. “Yeah, nice try. I know you stalked me on the internet after we met. I also talk about hockey all the time.”

“I don’t know what hockey is. Explain it to me again?”

“Smartass,” he mutters as a smile seeps through Danielle’s lips. “So are you coming?”

“Should I?”

“I think so.”

The professor claps his hands and he’s still looking at her, waiting for an answer. She just shrugs. She’ll leave him on his toes.

The next week, as Danielle’s been learning to expect now, Will slips in the seat right next to her, sliding over her coffee.

“How do you know my order?”

At the same time, he asks. “What did you think of the game?”

She blinks. “What if I didn’t go?”

“Dani,” he deadpans. “I know you went. I saw you in the crowd.”

“You saw me in the sold out crowd?” She eyes him warily. “I highly doubt it.”

“Evie told me where you guys were sitting beforehand.”

“Evie doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“What did you think of the game?” He repeats with insistence.

She bites her lip. “You got a goal.”

“I did.”

“It was fun.”

He lights up like a puppy and she can’t help but melt. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nudges his shoulder. “You’re pretty good at this hockey thing. Better than you are at writing proposals.”

He chuckles, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“I’m glad you didn’t lose.”

“Doesn’t happen very often.”

“Cocky,” Danielle observes.

“Just like you are about writing proposals.”

She switches the subject. “How do you know what my coffee order is?”

“You told me.”

She tilts her head to the side. “When?”

“The night we met.”

“When you were high off your ass?”

“Quiet down,” he scolds playfully. “I am an athlete, you know? Gotta keep up that pristine image.”

She lets out a bark of laughter. “Pristine image? Okay, dude.”

“Hey, actually, before Langley comes in, I wanted to ask you something.”

That gets her attention, as she turns fully towards him. “What’s up?”

“Okay, so, you can say no,” Will starts, which, hilarious way to begin. She tries to hide her amused smile as he continues. “Would you mind looking over my midterm paper? I know you have all your own stuff to do so I totally get it. It’s just, it’s obvious you’re the best writer in this class and I’d really appreciate a second set of eyes like yours.”

A few seconds of silence pass by before Danielle smiles genuinely. “You don’t have to beg, Will. I’ll look over your paper. You only talk to me though. You don’t know that I’m the best writer in this class.”

“I think I do.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she deadpans.

He smirks, sliding his phone over. “Put in your number and we’ll find a time?”

She types her number in and texts herself, “I think you just wanna find an excuse to spend more time with me.”

“Busted. I did say I’m gonna marry you one day.”

“Let’s see what you get on your midterm first.”

november 2023

“Hey”

Danielle looks up from her books at the familiar voice, a bit disjointed because she’s not sitting in Fulton Hall but instead at the library. She takes her headphones out and tilts her head to the side at Will and two other guys right next to him. “Hi.”

“Do you mind?”

She starts clearing her stuff from the table, “As long as you’re not annoying.” She puts on a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Danielle. Or Dani. Whatever works.”

“I’m Ryan, and this is Gabe.” Ryan grins.

She narrows her eyes a bit, gaze lingering on Gabe. “You look familiar. Have we been in a class together?”

“Maybe? What are you taking?”

“You’re in my Psych class,” she concludes.

“With Petrovich?”

“The very one.”

Gabe lights up. It’s kinda adorable. “Where do you sit?”

“Don’t,” she says as Will chuckles, which causes one side of her lips to quirk up. “I’m not having a repeat with what’s happening with Will here.”

“Hey now,” Will says as his two friends laugh at him. “Leno’s the one from Amherst, by the way.”

Danielle lights up. “Oh! Will’s talked about you. I’m from Ludlow.”

“Really?” She nods as Ryan leans back in his seat. “I went to Pope Francis.”

“Of course you did,” she deadpans. “That’s almost as bad as St. Sebastian’s.”

Before she can think about if it’s too mean, Ryan has burst out into laughter. “You know what? Smitty should marry you. You’re funny.”

She whips her head towards Will, who looks smug. “Are you telling everyone that?”

“No,” he drawls out.

“Yes,” Gabe says with a giggle. “I mean, you are the reason Will did well on his paper.”

“I know,” she says wryly.

“So why wouldn’t he marry you?”

She ignores them and tilts her head to the side at Will. “You know, I didn’t think you’d lure your side pieces into this nonsense.”

“They’ve been here from the start!”

“Side pieces?”

She blinks, before, “Oh! You guys were also high the night we met. You were the friends. It was kinda dark so I didn’t really see your faces.”

“If Coach ever hears you, we’re banned from the team,” Will says.

“I don’t really have plans to get to know your coach, so you’re in luck.”

“Do you like hockey?” Gabe asks.

Danielle clicks her pen. “What’s hockey?”

“Don’t,” Will warns as she giggles. “She always does this.”

“What?” Ryan smirks. “Bust your ass?”

“I mean, good,” Gabe adds. “You need it, Smitty.”

She nudges Ryan in the shoulder and blows Gabe an air kiss. “I like you two. Dunno why you hang out with Will though, so that’s a character flaw.”

“Can you help me with Psych homework?” Gabe asks with a hopeful tilt.

“Of course.”

Will narrows his eyes playfully. “Get your own seat partner, Gabo.”

“As fun as this has been, unless you all are doing homework and can quiet down-”

“Can we join?” Will asks, playful facade fading into a genuine one. “We can leave, but we also did come to do homework.”

She puts an earbud back in. “Be my guest.”

By the end of her time in the library, she’s gotten a cookie from Ryan (“413 have to stick together, baby”), Gabe’s phone number so they can study for Psychology together and smiles from Will that has her stomach feeling unsettled. As she’s walking back to her dorm, she gets a text from her roommate Tracy. There’s a hockey game this weekend. Does Danielle wanna come?

She gives Tracy’s text a thumbs up.

december 2023

“Happy last class,” Will says, sitting down next to her.

She reaches out automatically for the coffee he slides over with a smile. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” He teases, but he’s visibly taken aback.

“Yeah,” she reaches into her bag to feel around for the crochet eagle. Once she finds it, she pulls it out carefully and places it in his hands.

His eyes soften. “You made this?”

She shrugs. “Yeah. I love crocheting and, I don’t know, it seemed fitting.”

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, clipping it onto one of the zippers on his backpack. She swallows, a frog suddenly appearing in her throat. “I’ll carry it with me everywhere.”

“When do you leave for Sweden?”

“Leaving BC the 13th, so gotta take all my finals early.”

She hums. “That’s soon.”

“It is,” he drums his fingers on the table. “It feels like this semester has flown by.”

“Yeah,” she says somewhat wistfully. A curl falls onto Will’s forehead and she has to dig her nails into her hands to prevent her from reaching up and fixing it.

He shakes his head a bit at himself, as if trying to motivate himself to do something. “Listen, I, uh, you can totally say no, because I know I kinda forced you to be my friend in the first place. And I’ve been wanting to ask you this for weeks now, maybe months, but I was thinking maybe when I come back next semester we could hang out?”

She teases him. “Hang out? Should we invite Gabe and Ryan along? Maybe Jacob? I met him the other day, you know. He threw you under the bus.”

“No,” he presses and Danielle hides her giggle at his minor petulance. “Just us two. On a date. Dinner and all. The whole nine yards.”

Danielle is full out grinning now. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You’re impossible,” Will deadpans.

“Yes,” she says, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I pay. I owe you for all the coffees this semester.”

He snorts. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“You said anything.”

“Dani.”

“Fine,” she pushes a finger into his chest. “You’re also deciding where we go though. I’m too indecisive for that.”

“Of course,” he grins, a slight blush painting his cheeks. “I’ll text you when I’m back on campus?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

january 2024

“It seems weird not seeing you Friday mornings anymore.”

Danielle chuckles as she opens the door to let Will inside. He steps to the side as she slips on her boots. “Not Mondays and Wednesdays?”

“Well, yes. But there was something nice about seeing you to end my week.”

She rolls her eyes. “Laying it down thick right at the start, huh?”

“Well, I would’ve brought flowers to really drive it home, but I remember you mentioning you didn’t like them.”

“You have a scarily good memory,” she remarks, grabbing her bag before they walk out of her dorm, Will’s hand hovering over her lower back. “Where are we going?”

“This restaurant called Seasons 52. It’s a 30 minute walk but we could also drive since I have my car. But it’s also nice out and I know you like walking everywhere-”

She halts in the hallway, causing Will to crash into her. “Will, that’s…a nice restaurant.”

“Is that okay? Too much?” His eyes widen in uncertainty. “I’ve been there with family for special events and stuff and it’s pretty good and I figured that-”

“It’s okay,” she assures him. “It is. I just, you didn’t have to do all that.”

Will shrugs as they wait for the elevator. “It’s not a big deal. You deserve all the stops. Wouldn’t wanna put that outfit to waste either.”

She snorts looking down at the nice brown sweater and jeans she put on. “This is nothing. You look very sharp. Different from the sweats you usually wear.”

“Hey!” He protests as she laughs. “Remember when you saw me in a suit before the game?”

“Yeah. I think I have those pictures on my phone still.”

He rolls his eyes at the memory of him seeing Danielle right before a game as she just snapped pictures of him with a smirk. “You know, the boys gave me crap about that for days.”

“Mission accomplished then.” She nudges his hip with hers right as the elevator doors open. “I know I texted you this already, but congrats on the Gold. My mom was confused why hockey was on the TV and it wasn’t the Bruins. My brother was pumped though. He’s been trying to convince me to get into hockey for years.”

He blinks. “You watched?”

“I tried to. Saw the gold medal match in full though. Landon loved Ryan’s celebration. What a bitch.”

“Landon’s your brother?”

“Yes he is.”

“Hockey fan?”

“Yeah. He went to BU.”

“Lame,” Will says without thinking.

She laughs. “I tell him that all the time.”

“Just the one brother?”

“Nah. Two younger sisters too. He’s the oldest. He loves it.”

“Your sisters must love you.”

Danielle takes her hair out of her jacket as they start walking. “Why do you think so?”

“I have an older sister. Grace. She’s awesome. Also at BC actually. So I know what it’s like to have an older sister to look up to.”

“I do love them,” she admits. “I think I’m the lucky one to have them though.”

For January, it is surprisingly warm as they make their way to the restaurant. Will has a grin plastered on his face the whole time as he just lets Danielle playfully rag on him. At some point, she grabs his hand and their hands stay connected and Will feels like he just scored a hattrick. Dinner is yummy and romantic and so fun because everything about Danielle Layden is fun. Will snags the check, ignoring her look in the process.

As they’re walking back to campus, Danielle has tucked herself into Will’s side. She pokes him playfully. “Do you still think we’re getting married?”

Will cackles. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“No,” she says softly, biting her lip.

He looks at her momentarily, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Good.”

Right in front of her dorm building, she kisses him. He smiles into her lips as he pulls her closer.

february 2024

Danielle has a big paper due next week. She doesn’t have time for this.

She checks her phone again to skip the song and rolls her eyes at the dozens of messages from Will the whole morning. Thank God she’s been on Do Not Disturb.

She may not know the ins and outs of hockey like her new boyfriend, but she knows what it’s like to lose. So she knows that he was really upset when BC lost in the first Beanpot game against BU. Hell, she was there in the stands. She knows the guys on the ice were one hundred times more upset than the fans in the stands representing the eagle.

But ghosting her and then ditching her on a pre-planned date they had the next day is uncalled for. Judging from the sheer amount of texts and missed phone calls the last 24 hours, she knows Will knows he fucked up. But she’s not doing this. She’s not taking this crap from anyone, much less a boy.

Two hours later, once she’s knocked out a good chunk of her paper, she leaves the library in search of some dinner outside of the dining hall to treat herself. It’s just her luck that as she’s walking past Conte with her headphones in, she sees some of the team in the distance walking towards her. Will is one of them.

She sees the moment he recognizes her and then stubbornly puts her head down. She hears him call her name, but she just brushes roughly past him, shoulders knocking together. If he wants to explain herself, he’s gonna have to do more than that.

When she’s just changed into her pajamas later that night, her phone rings. It’s Will again. She decides to answer.”

“What do you want?”

“Come outside.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t-”

“Please?”

She hears the plea in her voice. “Fine.” She hangs up, grabs her keys and jacket, and runs down the stairs.

As soon as she walks outside, she sees Will standing to the side, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hi,” he says.

“You ready to talk now?”

He flinches. “I deserved that.”

She crossed her arms, “Well?”

“I’m really, really sorry for ghosting you the last few days,” he rushes out quickly but tone dripped in sincerity and vulnerability. “I-it was really shitty of me to just avoid you and not respond to you at all, especially when I know you were just worried about me. I owed you more than that. I owe you more than that. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get to me like that. I’m sorry.”

She sighs. “Will, I get that losing a game like that sucks. I’m not really mad that you’re mad about it. I’m pissed that you didn’t talk to me, even if it was to tell me to leave you alone.”

“I’m really-”

She puts her hand up. “I’m not done yet.” He shuts his mouth and nods at her to continue. “I know I’m still trying to understand your world and how I fit into that, but getting ignored like I was the last few days sucked. We just started dating. It felt like a slap in the face. I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk to me, just tell me you don’t wanna talk to me instead of leaving me in the dark. If that happens again-”

“It won’t,” he says firmly. “It won’t. And it’s not my world that you have to fit into or whatever. It’s not about me. It’s never about me. It’ll never be about me. I fucked up, Dani. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”

She looks at him for a moment, before jabbing a finger into his chest. “Apology accepted. Just talk to me next time, okay?”

“I will, I promise,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. “God, I’m such an idiot. It’s not like you’d ever judge me.”

“For what? The loss?”

“..Yeah?”

She rolls her eyes, taking her hands in his. “I judge you. I do it all the time, actually. Never, ever for that, though.” She squeezes his hands. “It just wasn’t you guys’ night. You’re a good hockey player, Will, but that’s not why I’m with you”

He chuckles wryly, leaning his forehead against hers. “I need to buy you a ring.”

“Easy, tiger,” she warns with a grin. “If you want me to completely forgive you, you owe me coffee for the next three months.”

“That easy?”

“No,” she admits. “But it’s a start.”

He places a quick kiss on her lips. “Anything. Anything you want.”

april 2024

The second the clock runs out, Danielle puts her head in her hands. There are murmurs of disappointment and cursing heard from attendants of the Frozen Four watch party her friend hosted, but all Danielle can do is bite her lip in sadness for Will and the other guys. She ses Ryan visibly sobbing and that’s her limit, as she walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water to take a breather. She fingers through her phone to the text chain with Will, sending a red heart and “always proud of you” before putting her phone back in her pocket.

She squeezes her eyes shut. God, they were so close. They worked so hard. Will’s worked so hard. But that’s just how it goes sometimes.

As she’s helping clean up, she can’t help but think of the implications of the loss. She hasn’t been shy with Will after learning more about how big of a deal he is in the hockey world and how there’s a chance he may not come back next year. Initially it terrified her — getting into a relationship with someone who might not even be on the East Coast in a few months — and it still does somewhat, but he’s been so open and honest about it and Danielle has never been the kind of girl to not do something because she’s afraid.

But that night, in her dorm, as she sees Will send a text back with just a heart, she’s afraid. They’ve only been dating for four months. And he’s become one of the best parts of her life. She has always wanted him to do what’s best for himself and his career — she has no part in that decision and doesn’t want to have a part — but if that means leaving BC, what does the future of them look like?

The next morning, Danielle is up early and playing with her phone in bed mindlessly, waiting for the text from Will that he’s back and settled in his dorm. She knows the team had a flight scheduled to land early this morning and even before last night’s result, she was always going to see him.

Once she gets a text from Will, she’s bolting out the door, grabbing a small of groceries she had gotten the night before, knowing that him and Gabe’s fridge is emptier than usual and maybe a simple breakfast of a nice omelette and a smoothie will cheer them up.

The door swings open before she can even text Will to let her in. She barely sees his face before he pulls her into a tight hug. She squeezes him, swaying them side to side, as students going in and out of the building step sideways to avoid them.

“I’m sorry, dude.”

He somehow musters out a watery chuckle at the nickname that’s somehow become a petname between them. He mutters into her shoulder. “I fucking hate losing.”

She continues rubbing his back. “I know.”

“We were so close.”

“I know,” she pulls away and reaches up to run a hand through his hair. He practically collapses into himself, pulling her into another hug, resting his chin on top. “I’m proud of you regardless,” she says into his chest softly. “All of you. You worked so hard.”

“I love you,” he mutters and Danielle’s stomach flips. He first said it the day before he left for St. Paul when they were having a movie night at her place, snuggled up in her bed as he whispered it into her hair, but it still makes her throat close up with adoration.

(She hasn’t said it back yet, but he hasn’t pressured her at all. She’s almost amazed at how much he doesn’t seem to be.)

“Come on,” she says. “Let’s go inside.”

He automatically reaches for the bag around her shoulders with a furrowed brow. “What’s in here?”

“Groceries. I figured you and Gabe hadn’t eaten yet so I thought I’d whip up an omelette or something.”

He steps into the empty elevator and kisses her for the first time since he left. “God, you’re an angel.”

“No, I think ahead,” she corrects. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in person.”

“Don’t be,” he says. “I feel your support everywhere all the time.”

“You do?”

“With every call and text,” he assures. “Thanks for coming. I’m probably not going to be the best company today.”

“Will,” she taps his chin so he’ll look at her when she says her next statement. “There is nowhere else I would’ve been today, no matter the result.” He just pulls her closer to his side in response.

When she gets to Will and Gabe’s suite, she immediately scurries around the kitchen as Will hovers. Usually she would shoo him away and make him wait elsewhere, but she knows he doesn’t wanna be alone right now. As she’s plating the second omelette, Gabe wanders out and she shoots him a small smile, stomach dropping at the bags under his eyes that mirror Will’s. She gestures at him to sit and slides over a plate and a glass of the green smoothie she made before giving him a hug.

“Smitty’s lucky to have you,” Gabe says inbetween forkfuls.

Danielle chuckles as she fixes herself a plate. “I’m just as lucky to have him. Where’s Ryan? I can fix him a plate if he wants.”

“Stop,” Will says with a look.

“What? I can!”

“I know,” he says fondly. “But you don’t need to.”

She gives him a deadpan look. “Well, is he coming?”

Will sighs. “He said he might stop by in a bit.”

“I’ll leave him some of the smoothie then.” She catches Will’s smile as she starts digging into her omelette, talking with Gabe about anything except the loss.

After breakfast, she and Will venture to his room, where they lay in his bed and he puts on Brooklyn 99. As she’s laying on his chest and he’s twirling her hair around his finger, she can tell his head is everywhere but in this room. She lets him be like that for three episodes before she reaches for the remote to pause it.

She turns to him. “What’s going through your mind?”

He shrugs. “Probably everything you think.” They sit in silence for a minute or two, before he pipes up again. “You can ask me.”

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the answer is yours to decide, and I know you’re gonna ask for my opinion but I don’t want you to be influenced by it,” she smoothes over his furrowed brows with her thumbs. “Everything coming up next has been a thing long before we met. Even if I had an opinion about it, it shouldn’t be taken into account.”

“So you think I should leave BC and sign?”

“I think you should seriously weigh the pros and cons of both, which I already know you’re doing.”

He sighs with a wry smile. “You were born to be a lawyer.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Do you want to talk about it now? Because we can.”

“Later, maybe.”

She hums. “Okay.”

“But I want to let you know that no matter what I decide, that how I feel about you is the same.” She raises an eyebrow but he’s so lost in his thoughts and what he wants to say that he misses it as he barrels on, determined. “Whatever decision I make, I still want this to keep going. Which is maybe unfair to ask you because there’s a chance I’d be all the way across the country. But I really care about you and-”

“Will,” she interrupts him, holding a hand up. “You’re getting so ahead of yourself. Make your decision first, and then we can talk about us, okay?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m just leaving you.”

“Huh? You’re not. I know you’re not. This is your career, dude. I’m never, ever going to hold that against you.” She presses a quick kiss on his lips to try to assure him. “I knew what I was getting into, okay? And I’m still here, aren’t I? We can talk about the logistics of it all later more in depth, if we even need to get to that point, but don’t worry yourself in a tizzy about the ‘us’ part of it so much, okay?”

He blinks. “I got you something.”

Deciding to go along with the sudden change of topic, she humors him. “What did you get me?”

He reaches over her to his bedside and she just lets him, exaggeratingly spitting out his hair that touches her mouth. He just rolls his eyes before retrieving a small white bag.

She softens as he places it in her hands. “What’s this?”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You didn’t think I’d forget about your birthday, did you? I’m sorry I missed it.”

“You were competing for a national championship,” she responds automatically. “I didn’t-you didn’t have to get anything for me.”

He scoffs softly. “Bullshit,” he nods at the bag. “Open it.”

Biting her lip she carefully opens the bag, to see that there’s a ring box there. “Oh my God. Are you asking me to marry you?”

He rolls his eyes as she giggles. “You’re the worst.”

She pops open the box and it is a ring. She picks it up gently inbetween her fingers. A dainty leaf ring with light teal stones. It’s perfect. It matches with the rings she already wears. She slips it on and suddenly wants to cry. “I love it.”

“I’m glad.”

She shoves the bag and box to the side before hugging him properly. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

“Happy birthday. Belated.”

As she looks down at the ring, she takes a deep breath. They’re going to be just fine.

may 2024

As Ryan parks his car in front of Will’s childhood home in Lexington, Danielle suddenly feels like her feet are glued to the floor of his car.

Ryan, noticing his friend’s girlfriend’s hesitation, nudges her shoulder gently. She’s quickly become one of his friends now, especially considering that he’s going to be staying at BC for at least another year. “Hey,” he says softly. “You good?”

“I’m great,” she responds automatically, reaching to the back seat to grab the box holding his present.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he says.

“It’s Will’s day,” she says firmly. “How I feel doesn’t matter.”

He clicks his tongue. “I’d disagree. And he would too. You can be happy for him and also sad that he’s moving to the other side of the country, you know?”

She looks over to him and swallows at the look on his face. The unspoken “I am” lingers in the air and she sighs. A small smile appears on her face as they exchange a look, as she leans forward to place a quick friendly kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for driving.”

“Anytime.”

The first person she recognizes as they filter into the home is Grace, who beams at the sight of them both. She wraps Ryan in a hug first, squeezing him tight before pushing him away to hug Danielle.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you. How were finals?”

“A bit tough, I won’t lie.”

“You get used to it,” Grace says sympathetically, taking the box out of the younger girl’s hands. “He’s somewhere out back, surrounded by a bunch of people probably.”

Danielle nods and Grace must notice her lingering because the blonde offers her a reassuring smile. “He’s been talking about you all day.”

“That’s nice of him,” she comments softly.

Grace gives her a knowing smile before lighting pushing her towards the direction of the back porch. “Go. He’ll be excited to see you.”

The second she walks outside, she smiles at all the teal balloons decorating the home and how wonderful the weather is to celebrate Will officially signing with San Jose. He made the decision a few weeks ago but waited until now to make it official and Danielle couldn't be any prouder.

It seems like when her eyes land on him, he’s already looking back, eyes bright and a big smile on his face as he gestures for her to come to him.

“Hi,” she says, leaning into his side for a hug.

He instinctively kisses the top of her head. “Hi. This is Aidan, Nico and Max from the St. Sebs days. Boys, this is-”

“Dani,” Aidan says with a knowing smile. “Nice to meet you. Smitty hasn’t shut up about you since you guys met.”

“Unsurprising,” Danielle drawls out. “He’s kinda obsessed with me.”

The guys all laugh and Daniele giggles along with them. She looks up at Will, who’s beaming. She fights the urge to kiss him in front of all his friends, but he beats her to it, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. She laughs into his lips when his friends start chirping him goodheartedly. She hears Ryan saying that he’s used to seeing this shit all the time and that it’s frankly the cutest thing ever and Danielle is assured that Ryan’s a real one.

“Congrats,” she murmurs to Will, his friends now distracted. “I love you.”

(Danielle cracked a few weeks ago, when she finished her last final and Will took her out on a surprise date into the city. They were walking along the Charles River in the sunset and she felt like she just had to tell him she loved him at that moment. The smile from him after she said it is an image she’ll always have in her memory)

“Thanks, babe,” he says. He interlaces their hands together. “You ready to meet everyone?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

Will chuckles. “Come on. We’ll start with the cousins. They’re easy.”

She follows him as his thumb brushes against the ring.

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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 9: Soap’s Date

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Soap x Reader (+ Ghost), sex on the exterior, lots of butt stuff, oral sex, anal sex, phone sex, Soap being an absolute mutt as usual, voyeurism. I think that's it.

“Tell me again, Johnny.” You say yawning, looking back at Johnny as he finishes getting everything in the car. “Why are we leaving so early? The sun is not even out.”

“Because, mo ghraidh, I only have a day with you for myself alone.” He says once he has secured everything, he closes the boot and opens the driver's side door to sit down behind the steering wheel before he keeps talking. “And we have already wasted 4 hours.”

“I wouldn't call it waste, you know? Taking into consideration humans are supposed to sleep 8 of them.” You say chuckling when you see him pout and you move your arm over his seat to rest your forearm on his shoulder and caress the back of his head.

“Do you no longer love me, bonnie?” He asks, dramatically sighing and covering his eyes with a hand.

You playfully slap his shoulder. “If the military ever fails you should pursue a career in acting, Johnny.”

“Will you be my date when I get my second Oscar?” He asks, completely dropping the act of being sad to look at you smiling.

“Your second?” You ask chuckling.

“Yeah, sorry, I already promised my first to Gaz.” He admits, making you laugh out loud.

“Fine, fine. Second Oscar for me then, got it.” You say smiling, taking your arm back to fasten your seatbelt when Soap does the same.

The sun is just starting to rise by the time he turns off the engine at the top of the cliff.

“What you think?” He asks, smiling when you lean down resting on the dashboard to see more clearly.

“Almost as pretty as you, Johnny.” You say cheeky winking at him.

“Hey, you stole my line!” He complains, a little pink blush on the top of his cheeks. He opens his door to get out making you chuckle at his escape attempt.

You try to open your door, setting a foot outside just to be pushed back inside by a hand on your face. Once you are back inside he closes the door, waits a second and opens it back again holding a hand for you

“Oh, my. Such a gentleman, Johnny.” You say sarcastically making him chuckle.

“I know, right?” He says with a boyish smile that makes you want to squish his face.

You finally step out, letting him close the door behind you. He goes to the back, opens the boot and hands you the bag with food so he can take the tent out.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to sleep in the car?” You ask, seeing him pick up everything else.

“To sleep maybe, but to do to you what I'm planning to do… the tent is better.” He says, winking at you and making you blush this time.

“Oh, wait, what you said yesterday…” you trail off.

“I meant it.” He says chuckling. “As long as you want, of course.”

“Yeah, no, that's not it…” you say, a nervous feeling bubbling up in your stomach. He quickly catches it, dropping everything on the floor and walking up to you, cupping your face with his hands and kissing you softly. “Don't worry your pretty head about the bureaucracy, love. I'll make sure to eat you out long, and sweet, and nicely.” He says between kisses making you melt in his hands. “And I'll make you cum again, and again, and again. I'll get all soft and needy, by the time I get my dick in your tight little ass you'll be such a mess the only thing you'll be able to think it's about how good it feels.” He says, looking at your eyes. “Sounds good?” He asks, and you quickly nod as if you couldn't feel your panties starting to get moist. “Perfect, let's get everything set.”

He pats your head with a kiss to your forehead and picks everything back up, turning around the car to where he wants to set the tent and you are left stunned for a moment before you pick yourself up and walk after him.

He sets up the tent with ease, giving you orders to help him when a second person is needed (not that he couldn't set it on his own, he could easily. But he uses it as an excuse to walk behind you, grinding against you as he does; his hand travelling up and down your body) and by the time the tent is ready and everything is tidy; you are already an absolute mess. Grumpy with need and bothered by his apparent lack of effect.

“What has your knickers on a twist, bonnie lass?” He asks, chuckling when he sees your arms crossed.

“You!” You say simply, sitting down on the mattress.

“Me?” He asks smiling, laying down next to you propping his head on his flexed arm. “Or the thought of me fucking you silly, mo ghraidh?”

“Johnny!” You exclaim, trying to slap his chest but he catches your hand pulling you on top of him. “Don't be nasty…”

“Oh, love. Don't play coy on me now, I know you love it when I speak pure filth to you.” He says, his hand pulling your leg up so you are resting closer to his face. “Am I wrong?”

You advert his gaze, looking at his hand on your thigh. “I don't know what you are talking about…”

He laughs, shaking you with him. “You are a smart girl to try that with me, if you tried that with Price he would have you crying already for spanking you like a brat, you know?”

“You sound like you are speaking from experience, Johnny boy.” You joke smiling looking at him, thinking he is just bluffing.

“Oh, I do.” He answers right away, smiling at the memory. You look at him with an eyebrow raised, the mental image of Soap lying on Price's lap getting his ass beat is interesting if anything. “Ha… you wanna see it, don’t cha, nasty girl?”

“You know what? I may get you in trouble just to see it.” You joke, saying it only to get a raise out of him.

“Keep being naughty, and I'll be the lucky one seeing it.” He says, grabbing a handful of your asscheek and gripping it hard until you whine about it. Feeling as if you just got slapped on the ass without the kinkiness of it. “Take off your clothes, love.”

It takes you by surprise the sudden change in action. “Like that? Just… straight at it?” You ask, a bit dumbfounded.

“Well, we can go on a hike if you prefer it.” He says chuckling when you put a disgusted expression on your face. “Then get naked.”

You oblige, trying to keep the facade of mild annoyance, while he takes his clothes to sit down and you can't help but stare at his jet to get hard dick.

“You are not even turned on, Johnny.” You say, looking at him with a smirk. “Need a hand?”

“Oh, no, don't even worry about it, love. It's just a matter of time, and the earliest I get my mouth on you the earlier it'll get hard.” He says smiling, his hands pulling you closer and down on your stomach on the mattress.

“Wait.” You say, propping yourself on your elbow to look back at him. He raises his eyes that were looking at your naked ass to look at your face with a worried expression. “If I don't…”

“If you don't like it.” He cuts you off, leaning forward close to your face. “I stop. If you don't like the ass attention but want to keep going I'll humbly go apeshit crazy on your godly cunt and if you simply are not in the mood for action, I'll go behind a tree and fuck my fist like a monkey.” He says, exaggerating his choice of words to make you smile; you cup his face when he gives you a peck looking into your eyes for reassurance. “Alright, love? Talk to me, alright? I'll have my mouth busy, not my ears.” He jokes, taking away the little nervousness left on your body. “Get your ass up, on your knees. I want to taste that delightful cunt of yours, love.”

You smile, softly slapping his face with playfulness and get on your hands and knees, bending down and crossing your arms to rest your head on them; arching your back leaving Soap the full view of your cunt and ass when you slightly spread your legs.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, birdie. What kind of ring do you want? I'll buy it for you tomorrow, you just gotta ask.” He mumbles, feeling his breath getting closer and closer to your wetness. A sigh escapes your mouth when you feel his tongue go flat from your mount up to your ass leaving a kiss on the small of your back at the end. “Fucking delicious, bonnie.”

He does again, and again, and again; you look between your legs and you see a glob of your arousal mixed with his spit stretching down from your cunt right onto the tip of his hardening tip making him grunt at the same time you moan because of the filth of the image.

He plants both his hands on your ass, spreading it to have better access to your crying cunt; shoving his face against it but still delightfully slow. It catches you by surprise the calmness with which he is doing it, it is still by no way methodical, but it is not as chaotic as you expected. It's slow, tongue hard against your fold making you feel every twitch of the muscle and groans that leave his throat which accompanied by the way he’s thrusting the air unconsciously makes you wonder who is enjoying more. You feel your orgasm approach, surprising you again, there has not been an increase in the speed or a change of focus from him. Just lazy swipes of his tongue on your cunt up to your asshole, but you shudder when you come; ecstasy flooding your nerves and making you moan his name. But it's not the kind of orgasm that leaves you shaking and silly-minded, is the type that makes you move your hips back looking for more, angry at the betrayal of your body for coming so fast.

“That's a good fucking girl.” Soap groans against your pussy and you hear the smile on his voice. “Thank you for coming so fast, dear. I couldn't wait to get my tongue inside your ass.” He says, biting down on your asscheek making you whine.

He moves back, sitting down between your legs and he moves his hands under your body pulling you back against his face before he licks right on your hole. You moan at the feeling, the nastiness of it all only fueling the pleasure. “Ghost is going to be so fucking jealous I get your arse all for myself, birdie. You have no idea.”

“Fuck, Johnny…” you moan, pussy throbbing at the lack of attention. You try to reach it with your hand, needing to feel something inside.

“Now, what in the hell do you think you are doing?” He asks, annoyance in his voice when he slaps your hand, your pussy getting slapped in the process as well making you hiss. “Are you so greedy you can't even let me get my fair share of your ass? You just came, birdie. You just can't simply wait to get stuffed, right?”

You whine, too embarrassed to admit it but horny enough to push your ass back against him. He lands a hard smack on your ass making you cry, grabs both of your hands making you rest your body weight on your face when he moves them both behind your back and dives back on your ass making you moan.

He has you bent almost in half, your thigh pressed against your chest squishing your tits which Soap takes to his advantage when he starts to thrust forward rubbing his tip between them almost edging himself with the light touch.

He groans against your asshole, the tip on his tongue probing again and again, slowly but surely getting deeper until you feel his teeth on your skin, tongue as deep as possible making your eyes roll back when he moves it in and out, thrusting his tongue onto your ass.

His tip pouring a droplet of precum down between your tits up to your neck like a delicate necklace and you twist your wrist needing to grab his hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, and if the situation was different you would laugh at how it feels more intimate to feel his hand on yours than to feel his tongue inside of you.

You are a babbling mess by the time he decides he has had enough, mind so blurry you can't even tell if you came again. He ate your pussy as if he was kissing it, soft, gentle and calm. But at some point after that, when your ass got into the mix, it changed into a Soap with almost a primal need to get as deep as possible inside of you.

He lays you on your stomach, still not letting go of your hands. You hear him look for something in the bags, and he drops it beside your head a second later. You turn your head to the side and you see what he found; a bottle of lube and his phone currently on a call.

“Who-” You question get cut off by a gasp when you feel Soap's tip rub your clit.

“Pickup, c’mon, pickup, pickup, pickup.” You hear Soap mumble over you, the ringing of the call still going.

“What, Johnny?” The unmistakable sound of Ghost's voice erupts from the phone and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Fucking finally, Lt. Look out the window, now.” The scotsman orders, which makes the mancunian chuckle at the desperation.

“Johnny, what are you-” Your question gets cut off by a moan that could easily classify as a scream when Soap bottoms out inside of your cunt in one swift thrust. The stretch making little white dots appear on your vision and you damn well if you were not dripping with arousal he would have broken you in two.

“Oh, hi, birdie. I see you are having fun.” Ghost says chuckling. “Go easy on her, Johnny.”

“I can't…” Soap mumbles, his head resting on top of yours. “So fucking tight, I just know her ass is going to choke my dick so nice.”

The two men talk about you as if you were not even there, the stinging sensation quickly dissipates when he starts to thrust; slowly as if asking for forgiveness for his lack of control just a moment ago.

Soap bends down, moving a hand under your jaw to pick your head up. “Look at the window, birdie.” He says. You are completely confused for a second, barely able to see the building in the distance, let alone a window. “Do it, Ghost.”

In that second, an almost missable flint of lights appears on one of the windows catching your attention. “Do you see me, birdie?” Ghost asks through the phone. “Because I can see you.”

Soap groans over you. “Oh, she sees you, Lt.” He chuckles. “And by the way she's clenching. She likes it.”

“Aww, does our little bird like to be watched?” Ghost coos, amusement in his voice.

“Hmm, ‘s you.” You mumble between moans, struggling to articulate the words.

“What is it, love?” Soap asks, bending down to kiss your shoulder as his hips slowly stop to let you talk.

“I like it… cause is you…” You half whine, embarrassed to say it more clearly. But it is more than enough for Ghost, who feels his heart and dick throb at the declaration.

“Johnny.” He groans.

“Yes, Lt?” Soap answers, same struggle as you.

“Do me a favour… fuck her nice… and turn on the camera.”

“Gladly, sir” He says straightening himself, picking up the phone and the lube on his way. He turns the camera on, pointing it to where the two of you are connected; opens up the lube bottle before dropping a blob over your asshole.

“I bet you wish this was you, ah?” Johnny smiles as he teases Ghost, his thumb pressing down on your hole slowly before entering with ease thanks to the lube and the fact you are already fucked out of your mind.

You moan softly when he does, pressing his finger down against the thin wall between his finger and his dick that is still inside of you. He grabs your asscheek, thumb still inside, spreading you for Ghost to see.

“You are a bloody lucky bastard, Johnny.” You hear Ghost groan, sounds of clothes being moved around can be heard from the phone. “But don't test it.”

He removes the thumb, getting his index in instead; moving it in when he moves his dick back, and the finger out when he moves his dick in. It's such an alien feeling, the stinging from the stretch long gone and replaced with the arousal of his finger and dick moving in and out.

“Hold the phone for me, love.” Soap says before changing the camera to front view, you hold it over your shoulder letting Ghost see the way Soap is working you open on his fingers.

Soap grabs the lube again, spurring it over his finger generously before adding a second one; the phone shaking on your phone when you moan at the stretch. He scissors his fingers opening you up, his dick still moving slowly inside of your drenched cunt; more to keep your mind busy with pleasure than for his own.

There is something so filthy about the whole ordeal, doing something “prohibited”, the sound of Soap shaking the lube bottle, the sound of the lube being squished onto your body, the sound of his fingers fucking it inside of you, the sound of your pussy sucking his dick in.

He takes his time, making sure you are stretched nicely and loose, wanting to make you feel nothing but pleasure when he finally fucks you. It takes him four fingers inside of you to feel like you are ready for him. By that time, you are an absolute mess; using every bit of strength left to hold the phone.

And your mind can't help but wonder about how it would be if Ghost was also in the tent, if Soap was not opening you up for himself but for his lieutenant. How it would be to be in between the two men.

“Johnny…” you moan, desperate for more. “Please…”

“Sshhh, birdie.” He shushes you when you cry for him. “I know, baby, I know.” He bends down, kissing your back and slowly taking his fingers out. “I'm gonna do it slowly, alright? Don't hold your breath, just relax.”

You nod eagerly, needy of the feeling of his hips hitting yours. Johnny moves your hand with the phone, holding it down so he can see your face on the screen when he fucks you.

And when his tip catches your puffy hole, your eyes close and your jaw falls open leaving your mouth in an o shape. But you do just as he said, relaxed taking deep breaths as you feel the man split you open.

“C’mon, bonnie lass. Let me in.” Soap grunts in your ear when you clench down out of pleasure. He kisses your neck, under your ear, making your eyes roll as you bite your lips; relaxing and allowing him to keep pushing his hips.

Mumbles can be heard from the phone, the man struggling to stay quiet at the sight of his lovers getting their brains fuck out together. He has had his dick out for a while now in the solitude of his office, not wanting to touch it leaving it red and angry. But the sounds of your and Soap's moan in harmony is enough to have him fisting his dick, squeezing his tip, milking the firsts bead of precum out of it.

Soap thrust shallowly, wanting to move but hating the thought of leaving your warm body. You can feel him drool on your shoulder blade and you would make fun of him if you weren't on the same train.

“Let me see it, Johnny.” Ghost grunts, the sound of spitting in the background of the call.

Soap whines, hating his devotion to the british man that makes his body move before he can acknowledge it. He holds your thigh raising it and turning you to lay on your side with a leg in the air and Soap lying behind you. He picks the phone from your hand, resting it on the lube bottle so Ghost can see the way he fucks you and both their faces at the same time.

Ghost groans at the sight, his fist moving faster; the image on the phone shaky with the speed at which he fucks his hand. But the way you moan when Soap begins to thrust inside and out of you is enough to have Ghost pull his head back with a groan.

Soap sees the way you furrow your eyebrows, such an exquisite feeling but still needing the extra stimulation of a hand on your clit. And you have been such a good girl? How can he not obey your needs when you have been so good?

So he uses his lubed hand, trapped under your body, and moves it down to rest on your puffy clit, rubbing circles on it. Slowly at first, just as his thrusts; rising up the speed of both at the same time.

It has you curling your toes, moaning his name to the cliff just outside the tent. He locks his arm under your knee, pulling it closer leaving you even more exposed and he starts to kiss your body. On your knee, your thigh, your temple, your cheek. He can barely do it, just smearing his spit-covered lips over your body leaving a sticky trail of saliva over you; whining when he can’t manage to kiss you on your lips fast enough.

Ghost is edging himself, he knows it, he's slouched on the chair; having slipped down on it when thrusting up to his fist. His feet hurt with the way they are arched to keep him seated and his elbow is in an awkward position under the armrest. Still, his hand is moving so fast is just a blurry image and he knows that the moment either of you comes he'll follow.

So when he finally hears you moan, loudly enough that if he wasn't on a phone call he would have heard it from the window, making Soap grunt as he bites down on your shoulder as he comes as well deep inside of you. Ghost can't help it but to moan, throwing his head back, phone falling on his chest as he needs the extra hand not to fall from the chair as he cums over his hand and onto his abdomen. Phone rising with his breath, finally seeing the way your legs shake after you cum; Soap letting your leg down to rest and hugging you tightly against him as he kisses your face. Smiling when he sees you melt into his arms, and the two of you look like cats grooming each other.

“Thank you for calling, Johnny. Enjoy your date, birdie.” He says, still breathing hard before hanging up, struggling to find the energy to clean up and get back to work.

“You did so good, birdie.” Soap says, kissing your cheek. “Did you like it, lovie?”

You nod, unable to speak with your eyes unfocused on the ceiling of the tent. “Yeah… yeah I did…”

He chuckles behind you, kissing you again and again, his softening cock still inside of you and with no plan of leaving.

It turns into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other warmth. You look up to him, smiling when you see him look down at you with a stupid smile on his face. You cup his face, smiling fondly when he leans into the touch. “Johnny…” you call, only getting a “hm?” as an answer. “Is it weird if I think I'm starting to fall in love with you guys?” You say, before realising you have just declared your feeling to most likely the worst of them to do so. Especially when you see his face shine in mischievousness, he laughs loudly before crushing you in a bear hug that has you ready to hear a bone pop.

“AW, BIRDIE, I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL EVERYONE YOU LOVE ME THE MOST!”

“JOHNNY, THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAI-”

Your attempt to defend yourself gets crushed when Soap kisses you harshly, making you whine and letting his tongue inside of your mouth. It is not much longer before you feel his dick get back ready into action, and let's just say you were really glad that Soap packed isotonic drinks for when you are finished that day.

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 3 months ago

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Summer 1987

Pairing: Jim Hopper x College!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Notes: Oh well dang this was longer than I thought it was… doesn’t mean it’s good. But hey it’s longer

Day 4: Fingering

You’d come home to Hawkins for the summer to stay with your Aunt Joyce. Your mother barely wanted you to go, she was sure Joyce had lost it but you were dying to see Will again and next semester wasn’t starting for a while, it was the perfect time to just relax and enjoy yourself.

The first time you see him you’re at the video store with Robin. Will introduced you to all of his friends and in turn their friends and Nancy and Robin turned into your new best friends.

“Who’s that,” You ask, your eyes following the large man as he enters the video store.

“Oh, that’s just Sheriff Hopper” Robin didn’t even look up, too interested in picking the polish from her nails, too busy to realize the way you were practically drooling over the older man.

You hop up on the counter, putting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, just… waiting.

He wasn’t there for long, he knew what he wanted to rent and honestly, you’re kind of annoyed, couldn’t he have just stood there like the Adonis he was and stare blankly at the selection in front of him like a normal person.

He comes up to the counter and drops Aliens on the counter. Robin pushes herself up from her seat and chuckles a little as she scans it. He looks over at you for a second, looking you up and down and you give him a little wave with your fingers. He raises his eyebrow and nods at you before handing Robin cash.

“I’m Y/N,” You say a little eagerly and he looks at you again, completely unimpressed and you shy back a little

“I know”

Robin hands him his bag and he swipes a box of Airheads from the rack

“Put it on my bill,” He tells her as he walks out of the store and out of your poor sad horrible miserable life (because he’s not in it)

“Hawkins finest” She drops a few coins in the till for him and shuts it.

“How did he know me?” You turn to her as she sits back down and she shrugs

“News travels fast? It’s a small town. Oh, and you’re Joyce Byers's niece. They’re pretty close, best friends practically, but I secretly think she’s into Karen.”

The second time you see him, you’re all on your way to the pool. You would have driven but Nancy insisted you all needed exercise. You and Robin very loudly pointed out that swimming was exercise as you whined your way all the way to the pool. She walked ahead of you both, dragging you along like two little kids.

“Oh come on! Like this??? Needs exercise!” You gesture to your curvy figure and do a little spin

“This gorgeous piece of ass?” You do a little model walk, closing your eyes as you spin around

“Jesus fuckin-“

You smack into a brick wall and nearly fall on said gorgeous ass. You squeeze your eyes tighter, putting your hands out and bracing for the way you’re going to freaking eat it when you realize you’re not falling anymore.

You blink slowly, opening your eyes as you’re met face to face with a very broad chest. You look up slowly and Jim is staring back down at you. You gulp and give him a sheepish grin.

“Hi”

The girls are completely silent and not helpful in the least. You’d been scarring them for life lately by describing in great detail the things you wanted him to do to you.

“Can you maybe keep your eyes open when you’re walking?” He sets you straight, brushing you off awkwardly and you nod dumbly at him. He puts his hands on his hips and you could literally moan at the pure authority.

“Are you listening?”

“Uh huh” you mumble and he gives you a look that melts you to your core “I-I’ll watch where I’m going. I’m sorry I’ll be more careful”

“Good girl. See! You can listen!”

He says it so sarcastically before walking away from you and over to his truck across the street. He watches you as he starts it up like he’s waiting for you to start walking again. Robin grabs your hand and drags you behind her as Nancy pushes your shoulders.

“He called me a good girl” you laugh deliriously.

The third time you see him is perhaps the most mortifying and best moment of your life. Joyce had taken Will over to Mike's and decided to have a wine night with Karen. Nancy was already with Robin so you said you’d just meet them at her place but you needed to shower first. Just as you’re about to step in, someone decides to pound on the front door like they’re the damn police.

“Are you freaking shitting me” you grumble as you grab your robe and tie it back around your waist, you shut off the water to the oh-so-delightful sounds of them knocking loudly again.

“I’m coming! God hold your horses!” You stomp to the front door and swing it open ready to lay into whatever poor sap decided to interrupt your tiny moment of me time when your heart drops into your ass and probably out of it all the way down to the basement

Okay ew

“You always answer the door in nothing?”

Jim is standing there, looking you up and down just like he had the first day he’d seen you, but you know you had a hell of a lot more clothes on

“Are you gonna invite me in?”

That’s two things he’s asked as you’re still standing there like a wooden dummy.

“O-oh! Uh- um- okay?” You step aside and he walks past, into the house. You shut the door softly and lean against it for a second before turning around.

“Is Joyce here? She told me she’d give me back my record player”

You shake your head, still leaning against the front door, trying to keep the distance between you two. It’s not that you want it, it’s just without it you’d climb him like a fucking tree

“Joyce never mentioned a niece” He breaks the incredibly awkward silence, well awkward on your part at least and you shrug

“Oh?”

“Mhm… didn’t mention she was pretty either”

Heart, meet literally buried under the foundation of this house!

“Y-you think I’m pretty?” You stutter and he grins before reaching into the fridge and pulling out two beers

“That’s what I said” He walks over and holds it out to you.

He’s handing you a beer.

While you’re dressed in only a robe.

“Oh. Okay”

It sounds so stupid when you say it like that. But you feel that electric charge flow through you as you accidentally touch his hand and that’s when you realize

Oh shit, he’s flirting.

You blink slowly for a second while your brain short-circuits. He walks over to the couch and sits down, patting the seat next to him. Your cheeks burn as you come over to the couch and sit next to him. He leans back, putting his arm over the back of the couch, his body angled toward you as he man spreads and oh boy can be man spread.

“I can just wait for her to come home,” He says, tilting his head back and he drinks and you’re left staring at him like an idiot because he even makes drinking look hot.

Okay Y/N. Get a fucking grip please, you beg yourself. You sit back on the couch now and you’re really able to see the size difference between the two of you, considering you’ve never been this close to him in the first place. He’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, enjoying the way you’re freaking out over him. He hadn’t had that feeling in a while

“See somethin' you like?”

“She’s not gonna be home for a while,” You say, because there’s no fucking way you’re answering that and you think he knows that when he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Is that why you’re naked? What were you doing?”

Your mouth drops open at the insinuation and you finally take a sip of your beer, rolling your eyes.

“I was literally about to get into the shower”

“Oh were you?”

“Yeah! You want proof Mr. Sheriff guy?!” You get up, putting your hands on your hips and he shrugs

“Yeah sure” he gets up and you stumble backward a little “Lead the way”

“Oh I’ll lead the way alright” You grumble, stomping your way to the guest bedroom and opening the door

“See? How nicely my clothes are laid out?” He gives you an amused snort and you slip past him, your body rubbing against his. Your breath hitches slightly but you ignore it for now

“Notice? The turned-on bathroom light? The shower curtain pulled back?” You gesture to it as he leans against the doorway

“Is that enough proof for you?” You sass him, sticking your tongue out and he crosses his arms over his chest with a smirk

“C’mere smartass”

You drag your feet over to him and he stands up, cupping your face and kissing you softly, it’s nothing like you thought it would be honestly. He’s so careful with you like he’s afraid he’ll break you or something. You hold onto the front of his shirt and stand on your toes, kissing him back. He snorts and bends down further for you and you pull away a little

“Asshole”

“Short stack”

“Really- ugly tall guy!!”

“Are you actually five?” His hands go to your hips, pulling you against him and going right back to kissing you. You cup his face now, running your fingers over the stubble and up through his hair. His lips trail down your jawline and he moans quietly.

“Taste even better than I ever imagined”

Your cheeks flush deeply and you pull away again, making him roll his eyes

“You think about me?” You tease, booping his nose and his hands slide down further, squeezing your ass

“Yeah, I think about you,” he says straight out and you giggle, pecking his lips

“Okay cool because I think about you too and I didn’t want it to be weird or something”

“You think about me?”

You don’t like the way he says it like that like he’s surprised by it. Because was it not obvious enough the way you pined after him? Okay actually you’re really glad that it wasn’t obvious because hoo boy would that have been embarrassing and-

He shuts off your thoughts by kissing you again and you sigh softly into it.

“Y-yeah,” you say dreamily, “I think about you s-so much”

He scoops you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you back to your room. He lays you down on the bed, his body easily covering yours.

“What do you think about?” His hand trails over your thigh, feeling the soft skin under his rough palms. He goes back to attacking your neck, leaving a hot trail of hickies behind.

“U-uh I-“ you stammer while his hand comes to the inside of your leg, massaging it gently.

“Use your words, I know you can be a good girl”

He keeps you from squeezing your thighs together at his words and you groan.

“It’s stupid!! Well- some of it” You tell him distractedly

He looks up at you now, propping himself up on his elbow and still massaging the inside of your leg slowly, teasingly

“I’ll tell you if it’s stupid or not”

“And you know I believe that” You glare and he flicks your thigh. You bat at his hands before sighing.

“I- I think about things like- like this? Like…lying in your bed while you tell me about your day and feel me up. Or making out in your truck when you’re supposed to be on patrol”

His hand is coming dangerously close to the apex of your thighs and you’re trying to keep talking but his hand is so large and so warm and you’re getting so dizzy.

“Keep going” his tone is huskier, his lips finding your neck again “Wanna hear your pretty voice”

His hand finally slips under the silk robe and you feel his fingers doing a little teasing dance up to your entrance.

“I-i” you moan softly, “I think a-about sucking your cock, while you tell me how pretty I look on my knees, and I think about just how much you can stretch me out”

You watch as his eyes flow down your body while he listens to you, watching the way your chest heaves in anticipation. He can see your arousal, glistening on your folds. He licks his lips, unable to resist.

“This all for me?” His voice is soft and dangerous against your ear. You nod eagerly, feeling shy suddenly. He pulls his hand away from your thigh and you whine, he shuts you up with a kiss, something you both seem to really like. His hand cups your breast through your soft, silk robe before pulling it to the side and revealing your tits to him. He blinks for a second, like finally the one short-circuiting.

“Like what you see?” You mock him and he huffs, bending down and capturing your nipple between his lips. He sucks on the little nub, feeling it harden against his tongue, he kisses across your bone to your other nipple, taking it into your mouth, he moans as he brings your breasts together, sucking on both of your nipples. You push your tits into his face more and he groans, kissing them all over.

‘Fuck they’re so perfect” He jiggles them in his hands and you giggle, biting your lip as you watch him worship your body. He lays his tongue flat on your nipple, running it up slowly and flicking it. You’re mesmerized by the way he works when you feel his fingers at your entrance again. He pushes his middle finger in slowly and you gasp, your walls clenching around him immediately.

“So fuckin’ tight” He whispers, his tongue circling your nipple, he gives it a little bite and you yelp, while he pushes another finger into your tight little hole, scissoring you open. You hiss at the dull pain and he kisses you, holding his fingers still so you can adjust to them.

“Oh you poor thing’ He grins devilishly “ I think we’re going to need a few sessions before you can take me”

You gasp as he starts to move his fingers, your moans send shivers up his spine and he can feel his cock twitching in his pants.

“You feel that?” He moves so he’s against your thigh and your jaw drops slowly, making a cute little “o” shape

“Holy shit” you mumble and he snickers in your ear, his fingers scissoring again.

“Mhmmm…God, you're so wet for me," he mutters, plunging his fingers in and out, he’s had enough waiting, and wants to see your body come undone for him. You cry out, that dull stinging going away quickly as his fingers curl upward. You writhe underneath him, your hips meeting his hand as he moves his hand faster.

You keen loudly, your back arching off the bed as you cum the hardest you ever have in your life, all you see is white as you cry his name over and over, your hips sinking a little further down his knuckles and stretching yourself a bit more. You sob into the sheets, pulling away from him and rolling over onto your stomach, your body still convulsing slightly with aftershocks. You grind your pussy into the bed, just trying to get yourself to come back down, you cum over the sheets again, this time less intensely and a lot less messy.

You whimper and he reaches for you, pulling you onto the other side of him and cuddling you against his chest.

“Shhhh, baby girl. I'm right here, I’m here with you” He soothes you, his voice thick with lust. You grip his shirt, trying to ground yourself and you’re met with a few wet spots, your eyes fly open and you look up at him, the front of his shirt is soaked. Your mouth drops open again and he snickers, shrugging the shirt off awkwardly and tossing it to the floor.

“I think you got a little excited” He explains.

“Oh my god, I’ve never done that before” you blurt out and he laughs into your shoulder.

“Well, I guess I’m glad I could be your first”

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t- oh my god your shirt I’m so-“

He puts his hand over your mouth and you frown, looking up at him

“That was the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time” He reassures you, looking into your eyes “I could watch you do that all fuckin day”

You pull his hand down “Really?” You say a little excitedly and he nods

“Ain’t nothin sexier than making a woman squirt like that,” He tells you, pulling your body closer and kissing you

“Now why don’t you take a nap”

“I still have to shower… I’m supposed be- oh my god- oh god what time is it?!?!”

He looks at the clock on the nightstand behind you and shrugs “5:30”

“I was supposed to be at Robins an hour ago!”

“Oh nooo…” he says in a whiny fake nice voice and you smack at his chest

“I’m so dead!” You scramble out of bed and he lays back, putting his hands behind his head and watching you get ready to get in the shower

“You want me to call and tell them you’re preoccupied?”

You launch your shorts at him and he snickers, sitting up and reaching for you. You groan and stand between his legs, dropping your forehead against his

“Call your friends, tell them you fell asleep, and go get in the shower” He instructs you, putting his hands on your hips. He stops for a second, pulling you into his lap and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’ve got all the answers huh?” You smirk and he kisses you

“There’s still one question I need the answer to”

“And that would be?”

“When can I take you on a proper date?”

You settle in his lap, tilting your head as you think about it and he starts kissing your neck, his hands coming up your sides and squeezing them gently.

“How about Friday? I can meet you at the station”

“Can’t wait”

#words by rhys #rhys writes #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader #bro how do I TAG this #I’m so used to tagging 911 #kinktober 2024

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issdisgrace · 1 year ago

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FILM

WARNINGS: Filming, blowjob to face fucking, degrading

I was lying on the couch scrolling on my phone, a true crime show playing on the tv. When a message from Jesse popped up, tapping it. It read, “Do you think we could film in the bedroom tonight?” It wasn’t the first time Jesse had asked for this, but it’s been a while. I shoot him back a text say yes to it and asking what time he will be home. He responded back saying around 8. I hum to myself looking at the time it’s only 6 so I have plenty of time before he comes home. I go back to my endless scrolling for an hour longer before getting up and starting on dinner. It should be done around the time Jesse gets home. I listen to some music as I cook, humming along to the songs. The time quickly went by and soon Jesse was walking into the kitchen. A smile on his handsome face.

“How was work?”

“Good.” He signed.

“That good. Sit down and dinner we be right up.” He nods, taking a seat at the bar. I quickly start plating dinner feeling Jesse’s eyes on me. I smile to myself, knowing that he’s eager to get into the bedroom. I place the plates of food down in front of Jesse before I opened the bottle of wine that I set out and poured each of us a glass. We eat dinner like normal, no conversation going on between us.

After dinner, I send Jesse upstairs to get ready and while I load the dishwashers. When I’m done, I make my way up to our bedroom. I find Jesse naked, setting up the camera waist height. Knowing what he had in mind, I smile to myself. As Jesse finishes up, he notices me.

“Hit record darling.” He nods before hitting it and getting down on his knees. I slowly walk over to him, wanting to make him wait just a little longer. Finally, stepping in front of him, I tower over him. He looks up at me with the most desperate look in his eyes.

“You’re pathetic you know that, Jesse. Here you are on your knees for me, silently begging for my big fat cock in that mouth of yours.” I say, letting out a little laugh watching Jesse squirm a little.

“Go on, be the desperate little slut you are and suck my cock.” With that, Jesse eagerly pulls down my sweatpants, my boxers following. I let out another laugh at his eagerness.

“Always hungry for my cock aren’t you?” He nods quickly before doing straight in and deep throating my cock. I sigh at the feeling of his mouth around me. He slow pulls back until just my tip is in his mouth. He sucks on it slowly, looking up at me with those big eyes. He does that for a while before I get fed up and push his head back down on my cock.

“You’re not going to fucking tease me you got it.” I say, holding him all the down on my cock. He gives a little nod before I let go of his head and let him get back to work.

He starts sucking me off again this time not teasing me, knowing there would be consciences if he continued to do so. I sigh running my hands through my hair as he deeps thoughts me. I feel him gag a little around my cock the vibration causing me to let out a groan, my sound seemingly fueling his eagerness even more. As he starts to suck my cock faster, a wet slurping filling the room. Not quiet going at the pace I would like him to, I grab onto the sides of his face and start fucking myself into his mouth. I see Jesse visibly melt as I do so.

“Such a fucking slut like this you whore. Maybe I should fucking get a couple of my friends to come around and have them take turns fucking your mouth. I bet you would like that. Being used as nothing but a hole for pleasure. Maybe I’ll let them use your ass, too. Get them to stuff you full of cum as I watch and maybe we’ll record it. Then when you’re bad for me, I’ll tie you up and force you to watch it. Not letting you cum as you watch yourself get used like the pathetic toy you are.”

My words getting to both me and Jesse. I feel the knot in my stomach break as Jesse moans around me. He goes to pull his head back but I hold his head in his head in place as I cum down his throat. I sigh as I finish cumming down his throat, letting go of his head. He pulls back, coming off my cock with a pop. Sitting back on his knees, he catches his breath. I pull my boxer and sweats back up. Then I go over to the camera and turn it off.

Walking back over to him, I give him a smile before helping him up.” I lead him over to our bed and have him sit down. I go to walk away so I can put the camera away but Jesse stops me. Turning back to him,

“Yes.”

“Gangbang?” He signs tilting his head questioningly.

“Yeah, if you're alright with it.”

“I want to.” He signs in response.

“Ok, I’ll get on it.”

#jesse cromeans #slasher #jesse cromeans x male reader #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Bend us, Break us Pt. 3 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Anon request—(Morticia loves being manhandled during sex and moved by Reader into the position Reader wants her in, Morticia loves being carried upright, legs wrapped around readers waist, arms around readers neck and head tucked into neck, doesn’t care where y’all are will just jump into ur arms and snuggles into you, been that way sinceur time at Nevermore together, Same with Rissa but she loves being carried bridal style and curled up with head tucked into readers neck. What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home)

Link to Part 1 Part 2 & Part 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warning: NSFW, 18+!!, masturbation, voyeurism, voyeurism kink, kink talk, daddy kink, manhandling kink…?, edging, teasing, etc.

Part 3 of a mini series

Enjoy (;

“Well how about we try your way first, hmmm Mon Amour? And if it doesn’t work, we do my way.” Morticia suggested with a grin while batting her eyes at the tall blonde.

“Alright…” she sighed, giving in to her lover.

~~~

The next time you were called into Larissa’s office which yet again was at the crack ass of dawn, you yet again found both women sitting in nervous silence. You plopped down on the chair adjacent to Morticia’s and across from Larissa.

“Fancy seeing you here…” you teased.

But with one look from Larissa, you saw something was the matter.

“What’s the matter?” You immediately asked, concerned.

Morticia raised her brow towards Larissa as if telling her, Your idea, you get to try it…

Larissa took a breath before beginning, “We want you to fuck us, Y/N, please.”

Your eyes shot up with how direct Larissa was being.

“Y/N…?” You tauntingly questioned the blondes choice of word.

Larissa gulped and squirmed in her seat.

“We want you to fuck us, Daddy…” she breathed out.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“And what else do you want me to do to you…? Do enlighten me some more of your dirty little fantasies…” you purred, glancing to both Larissa and Morticia.

Both Larissa and Morticia gulped.

If they were gonna be straight forward, you could to.

Morticia wore a shocked expression that could only be read as, Damn ‘Rissa. You were right. At first, neither woman spoke.

“Come on… you are two very capable, able speaking stunning women. You can use your words for Daddy…” you purred, making them both blush at your twisted taunting praising.

For the first time, Larissa and Morticia were speechless… Morticia bit her lip, looked down, and was the one to break the silence,

“Want you to hold me, Daddy…want to straddle your waist…” Morticia whimpered.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” you purred, “What else…?”

“Wanna be held to, Daddy…want you to carry me bridal style…” Larissa whimpered.

Amazing how quickly these two women fell apart…

You hummed in delight.

“Want you to be rough…” Morticia nearly whispered.

This pricked up your senses.

“What was that? Speak up for Daddy, good girl…” you taunted.

Morticia’s breath hitched at the nickname which both her and Larissa had told you made them melt on the spot.

“Manhandle me, Daddy please…” Morticia whimpered.

“Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, baby…” you said with concern.

“I’m a good girl, I can take it…” Morticia whispered.

You hummed in response.

“Let me think about ok? Don’t want my good girl getting hurt because of me…” you purred.

At that, both women shot their heads up.

Think about it??

So you weren’t fucking them right now?!

At that, you left the office, leaving the two sitting there, stunned.

“I thought it was going so well…” Larissa breathed out, once she’d regained her speech.

She looked at her counterpart who was grinning with a devilish glink in her eye.

“As much as I am disappointed that we’re going to have to wait a while longer, I believe this means that it’s my turn, ‘Rissa…” Morticia purred.

Larissa sighed in defeat, “Yes Tish’�� What did you have in mind?”

Morticia had a wicked smirk plastered on her face.

~~~

“I’m sorry, what…?” Larissa uttered after hearing Morticia’s idea.

“It’s simple ‘Rissa. We fuck right here and record it and send it to Y/N. She’ll have to pay attention to us then.” Morticia re-explained.

“No no, I heard you the first time, ‘Tish… It’s just… Do we really want to break her rules…?” Larissa hesitantly whispered.

“We made a Deal, Mon Amour…” Morticia warned.

“Alright, but we’re both submissive…” Larissa gave in.

At that Morticia’s face lit up and she pulled out her phone and began recording, “Mon Amour, why don’t you show Daddy how you touch yourself when Daddy won’t attend to you….” She purred wickedly.

Larissa’s breath hitched but she very quickly caught on, standing up and perching herself on her desk right in front of the camera. She rolled up her dress and teasingly removed her knickers, before running a finger through her soaked folds with a shudder.

“Fuck Daddy…” Larissa moaned out as she began pumping and curling a finger inside her throbbing cunt.

“That’s right Mon Amour… Fuck your making me so wet…” Morticia groaned, who then turned the camera around to show herself skillfully teasing her clit and spewing little moans of pleasure.

Both women continued their administrations, recording it all, but little did they know… you had stayed right outside Larissa’s cracked open door, watching their every single move…

When you had seen enough to cause you to soak through your knickers, you walked off with a ache in between your legs and one determined thought,

Larissa and Morticia were going to pay for that bratty act…

~~~

Part 4 of Reader confronting Larissa and Morticia 😏

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weiiraru · 3 months ago

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clicks and whistles | chapter 2

pairing: ulpianus x fem!oc

rating: 18+

warnings: mention of blood

writing notes: oc is not the doctor, but is one of the med bay doctors bc i said so lol, if there are any errors.... you're suddenly blind (unless it's like utter nonsense).

word count: 2,634 words

summary: suddenly sent out on a small research mission, rhea joins ulpianus with the research team.

Making pained noises while standing up after being on the ground for so long, Rhea beat her lower back with her fist. Having organised a pile of files in the archives for the past three hours, she was surprised she was still able to even stand let alone remain functional having sat on the cold hard ground for those three hours.

"The files are all organised at least in the first cabinet," Rhea groaned as she sank into a chair behind her fellow researchers. She felt as if she could melt into the chair as she prayed that no one called her to get up or move. There was no telling, but she felt she could get a little violent if she were made to. "Gods, the chair feels heavenly."

Laughing quietly, her superior nodded in agreement. "I do not envy the pain that your ass had to go through sitting in the archives. Near everyone here has had that experience so we feel for you. Get some rest."

She nodded and slumped further in the seat to only be disturbed by the vibration of her phone slotted in her coat pocket. After a bit of fumbling and lazy maneuvering, Rhea pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped away at the screen to reveal the message on it which had instantly soured her mood, causing her to groan and slump further down her chair.

"What is it now?" Someone asked, chuckling as they watched her slip and collapse to the floor. "What's caused you to be so dramatic as to melt out of your chair?"

"I've been called to a meeting," the feline whined, her tail lashing in frustration. What did it take for her to just get a second, a measly, little, minuscule, tiny second, to just breathe for a second? And to rest her aching ass. Whatever it was, she was clearly not doing or giving enough to attain that rest. Staying on the ground for a second longer, she sighed deeply before getting up and dusting off her coat. "I'll be back."

With a wave and another sigh, the medic left the lab and made her way through the various halls and elevators to the meeting room she was called to. It wasn't odd for her to be called to meeting rooms by other researchers or medics. She was far too used to it and with her now being part of the Seaborn & Aegir research facility, it was even odd for her not to be in meetings as often as she was.

Yet whatever she thought the meeting would have entailed did not expect to find Kal'tsit there. Scanning the room, she caught sight of a few operators talking to the side of the room with the researchers talking in hushed tones at the table. Joining the other medics, she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and looked between each group of people as her eyes settled on a form in the shadows of the semi-dimly lit room. Almost as if in response to her trying to figure out who it was, the person's eyes opened and instantly locked onto hers. Her eyes widened and she offered a small smile and nod in embarrassment for having been caught staring. What was he doing here?

"I think this is everyone, yes?" Kal'tsit cleared her throat and brought the attention of everyone in the room as another medic rushed in with a quiet apology spilling from their breathless lips while tidying themselves up and standing next to Rhea.

"I have called you all due to a study we wish to perform. This does involve the Seaborn & Aegir facility to some degree which is why the lead researcher of the facility, Soren, is here. As it is with all research in this particular topic, we kindly, yet firmly, ask that you refrain from speaking of it to anyone. Rhea, to my understanding you have been assigned to also work in the same facility; however, your job is of that of a medic, so please prepare accordingly. If you need support please find me after this meeting," Kal'tsit's stern green eyes met hers as she tensed slightly from the attention. As much as she wished to keep it a secret, she was glad that Kal'tsit at least kept it a tad vague. Though Rhea wished she hadn't mentioned it at all to avoid any other possible questions. "For reasons of safety, I have called some operators to guard you as data is being gathered."

The operators in question nodded and offered their greeting to the rest of the group before falling silent to allow Kal'tsit to continue.

"I have also called upon one of the Abyssal Hunters to offer to answer any questions but to also be an extra safety measure as who knows the sea better than they do?" She gestured to Ulpianus who remained unmoving. "Medics and healers. You all have the most experience in treating injuries on the field, but also, to some degree, on how to treat Seaborn inflicted injuries. With where the research is set to be done, we do not foresee anything happening, but we are not idiots to go off in unknown waters without a safety measure. As you will be sent out immediately, please quickly gather whatever you need and head over to the hangar. If there are no further questions, this meeting is adjourned. Godspeed."

As they all filed out of the room, Kal'tsit's gaze remained on the smaller feline, a question lingering in her eyes. Rhea shook her head no before bowing her head and heading out the doors. Her ears pricked as she heard Kal'tsit call to Ulpianus and she could swear she heard her name being mentioned. Thinking nothing of it, she hurried to her room to change.

The instant her door opened, her shoes were flung off and haphazardly shoved into the cabinet as she rushed from place to place in her room to pack her med pack. It had been a bit since she was sent out on a mission as a field medic, but her body moved quickly to neatly and tightly pack her necessities into a small pack. Making a mental note to swing by the medical ward and stock up on a few items, she tossed her lab coat onto her loveseat and clawed at her belt.

"Where the hell did I put those pants?" She muttered as she braided some sections of her hair to keep it out of her face. Opening up each drawer clumsily with her foot, she made a small noise and grabbed it with the same foot, tossing it onto her bed as she finished the small braid and tied her hair up completely. Rhea grabbed the pants and quickly put each leg through, pulling up the garment and tucking her shirt in. She was running out of time. Cursing under her breath, the feline sifted through her closet, grabbing her thick jacket and scooping up her med pack to settle by the door as she brought out her combat boots and got to work tightening each section of shoe string around her feet and shins. She did not envy those who had to wear these shoes daily.

Breathless by the time she arrived at the med bay, Rhea took a second to catch her breath as she listed off a number of items she required to the supplier. With each item came a nod and some typing from the worker who then compiled the list and disappeared behind the front facing shelf to bring the medic what she required. Gods, if she was out of breath from running in the short halls she was able to between the elevators on her way down, she didn't want to imagine if she was sent out to be an operator. She'd fall flat on her face and be killed from a lack of endurance. She just hoped she didn't need to run today. It'd be a certainly interesting yet greatly embarrassing way to present herself.

Arriving at the hangar, she filed into the large helicopter, setting her pack on an empty seat to tighten some of the straps on her pack. Rhea then moved to the vehicle's medical box and opened it, checking it once over to make sure it was properly restocked. Satisfied, she settled in her seat, buckling herself in and slumping slightly as she waited for the rest of the team to arrive. She hadn't closed her eyes for even a half second to rest them when she heard someone board the vehicle. Looking at the doorway, her eyes locked onto crimson ones. What was with her eyes meeting with his a lot these days?

It wasn't often, but here and there she would find him at her infirmary room to do his blood work from her. That was until yesterday morning when she received a message from Aurum, the medic in charge of the Abyssal Hunter, that the hunter would be under her care now. So now she was often crossing paths with him.

"Hello," she awkwardly nodded at him to which he nodded back in kind, settling in the seat across from her. The feline watched the Aegir-Seaborn hybrid take off his hat and loosen his hair-tie to comb back his hair and retie it. She was fascinated with how his movements in even doing a simple task such as tying his hair back seemed to have no wasted movements. Blinking away the instant he put his hat back on, she hugged her pack and tried to get comfortable between it and the seat as the rest of the squad arrived and took their place in the vehicle.

The ride to the location wasn't long and soon they were out stepping through the sand and low waters, weaving through rocks and tide pools as they followed the researchers gathering their data. Rhea stared out at the grey ocean, the loose hairs whipping around her face from the wind. Though it seemed serene, there was an eerie strength to it that made her fear the ocean and it wasn't just because she wasn't familiar with the ocean. As she watched the waves rolling in, her ears turned to the researchers as they gathered their materials and shuffled to move to the next square of wet sand.

It wasn't until she turned that Rhea noticed Ulpianus standing near her. He too was watching the sea, face drawn into a tight frown as he looked out. Turning to look back at the main group, the hunter made a small noise as his gaze turned down to the medic who stood beside him.

"Yeah, we should catch up to them. Would be unfortunate if we got left behind," the feline chirped, following the footprints in the sand that led up to a short cliff that she quickly scaled. Her face scrunched as the wind hit her like a wall once her head peeked over the edge. Her ears flattened against her head as she stood up and dusted off her gloved hands. Though she tried to turn to check on the hunter, she stopped mid-turn to see Ulpianus already beside her. Four-pronged anchor and all.

Moving across the reeds, Rhea stuffed her hands into her pockets, the chill of the wind biting away at her face. Her eyes scanned the reeds that gave way to the wind before crumpling to the weight of her boots. Not a thought passed through her mind as she looked down and took careful steps forward. It was strange that she, a medic who hadn’t spent as much time out on the field, was called to be sent out. Though the area had been scouted out and observed for a while, it still wouldn’t benefit anyone if there was a skirmish that happened. Though she had a steady head on her shoulders that allowed her to keep calm and focus on the task at hand, she was more so worried about her past injuries coming around to bite her in the ass in an emergency or her anaemia in the chance she sustained an injury.

The wind picked up and she zipped the jacket higher up her neck, burying her lower face in the neck of the jacket. She didn’t care if it seemed weird to anyone else, she was cold and was going to do what she could to keep herself warm.

“You must be on edge,” Rhea spoke, raising her voice loud enough to carry through the material of her jacket and the wind raging against them.

Ulpianus turned his head slightly to look at the feline. She looked like a sandpiper chick all scrunched in her coat with the wind grabbing at her hair.

“Being out here and all near the ocean where the lingering threat is just… there.”

At that, the man looked up from her and to the ocean. She watched as his eyes flicked across the waters, taking note of its movements. He only made a small huff and gave a light raise in his shoulders.

“Do what you must, is it?” Rhea turned to face the ocean as well, taking in the serrated waves of grey approaching the shore. She could only imagine the number of details he was taking note of, be it an odd ripple of the ever moving waves or a slight shift in the wind that carries with it the scent of danger. It was incredible to her. How he was able to keep himself sane through all of it was a wonder to her. Then again, the same could be said of her work in managing all the patients put under her care or the number of files and tests that she had to finalise.

The hunter wove his head in a ‘maybe’ response as they trailed along the path following the main group. Rhea’s ears flicked back against her head as a gust of wind pushed against her face. If she wasn’t already leaning to fight against the wind, she probably would have been thrown back. Amusement ran through Ulpianus before confusion ran the feeling over. It wasn’t often he had let the emotion have its course. She was odd. Yet his feet would lead him to her office for blood work though Aurum was the doctor in charge of him before he was given over to Rhea.

“Say, then have you ever felt relaxed–?”

No sooner had the words left her lips had she felt something whiz past her ear and another on her cheek. Her ears flipped backwards as she scanned the area for what she thought was a bug until a burning sting bloomed from her ear and cheek. Jerking her hands up to both her ear and cheek, she brought them back down to see red lightly covering her gloves. Blood. Her pupils dilated as she took in the small damp blots on her dark gloves.

“What–”

“Get to cover! We’re under attack!” Ulpianus bellowed, grabbing Rhea by the scruff of her jacket and pushing her down behind a rock. If it were any other situation, she would’ve entertained the thought that she must’ve seemed to weigh nothing to him, but with the sudden ambush, her mind scattered instantly as she sat there, eyes wide. She looked up at the Abyssal Hunter and a shiver ran through her. His eyes seemed to burn a brighter crimson as they darted from left to right. The muscle on his jaw tightened under the black mask and his grip tightened around his anchor.

It shook her back to reality. This was what he was. A hunter. She was a medic. And at this moment, they needed to get out of here. Alive.

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#arknights #ulpianus #ulpianus arknights #ulpianus x oc #clickandwhistles

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punisheye · 1 year ago

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👌 ....😲 :3c

old meme / no longer accepting / @amoirsetpacis

👌 push my muse down and give them a massage / 😲 smack my muse’s butt

It's the middle of the day. He just got home from work, he's a little tired, and he's mostly thinking about eating. Maybe ordering takeout for the two of them to shovel into their mouths. First he needs to change out of these clothes. So he's just pulled off his shirt and is in the process of unbuckling his belt when he hears Vash pad into the room.

"I'll be back downstairs in a sec," Wolfwood grunts. Familiar arms wrap around him from behind. A little grin pulls at his lips when Vash nuzzles into his shoulder, breathes him in, practically purrs as he leans into him. Wolfwood drops his head back against Vash's shoulder, turning his face to look at him. His nose presses against his temple. "Get off. Can't change like this."

Probably Vash's goal, now that he thinks about it. The fingernails of his flesh hand scritch through the hair on his belly, before both hands slide around to Wolfwood's back, then up to his shoulders, and then suddenly Wolfwood finds himself being pushed face-down onto the mattress.

"Hey, what's the rush?" He grumbles, lifting his head up from where his face got squished into the pillows. But Vash simply tells him to be quiet, let it happen, while he sits down right on Wolfwood's ass and leans over him. Wolfwood blinks a few times and drops his head again, his cheek pressed flush to the pillows, looking curiously at Vash on top of him from the corner of his eye.

Strong hands land on his shoulders. Both flesh and smooth metal knead into his skin, rub circles into his tense muscles, working away the knots that had formed and Wolfwood practically melts in a near instant. He sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut. As Vash works his hands further and further down his back, along his spine, Wolfwood really feels like he could fall asleep. He lets out a few grunts when Vash works into tougher muscle, barely restraining himself from arching into it.

It's relaxing. It's making him feel a little bit like pudding, loose and pliant and floppy.

He's dimly aware of Vash lifting off of his seat on his ass and settling back to straddle the back of his thighs, and he hums in vague interest when he feels those hands brush over his hips.

And then the peace is shattered when one of those hands cracks over his ass. Wolfwood jolts, letting out a startled yelp, sitting up immediately and sending Vash tumbling off of him and over the end of the bed with an undignified squawk.

"You shitty little tease!" Wolfwood barks, staring over the end of the bed where Vash is staring back at him from the floor, ass over head, legs bunched up so his knees are against his chest. The most infuriating thing is, despite his current position, Vash looks so insufferably smug and pleased with himself and Wolfwood can think of a few ways to wipe that look right off of his face. "Get back up here!"

He bares his teeth and grabs Vash by the ankles to haul him back up, which earns him another squawk and frantic flailing of arms and a heyheyheyhey I can move myself! followed by a bright peal of laughter once he's actually on the bed.

They don't eat dinner for a while.

#amoirsetpacis #ask.#suggestive /#sorry i couldnt make this sexy i just love when theyre Silly #love when men are in love

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lady-assnali · 2 years ago

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A day late Rosenali birthday fic, because I’m in a bit of a Rosenali era atm. And for her birthday, Denali finally gets her happy ending.

“Happy birthday.” Rose stands in her doorway, a smirk begrudgingly described as cute playing on her lips. She’s holding a rather large cookie cake and two forks, and the look of it all leaves Denali shaking her head, sighing playfully as she pushes her work aside and gestures for her friend to come in. Rose crosses the room quickly, sets the cookie down and engulfs the blonde in a tight hug, a knee propped next to Denali’s thigh on her chair. She kisses her forehead, pats her hair before taking a seat on the edge of her desk and pulling the cookie into her lap.

“Got you a present,” Rose mutters through her concentration, struggling with the container before it opens with a satisfying pop. She holds it out to Denali, who raises an eyebrow.

“Got me a present? We both know you’re eating half of this right now.”

“Not this, something else! But it’s a surprise and it’s for later, and it you’re not going to be nice to me then maybe I’ll just keep it instead.”

“Yeah, we both know that’s not happening.” The blonde ignores the offer of a fork and rips off a piece with her hands instead, sighing as the cookie melts in her mouth.

“You’re still going to let me take you out tonight, right?”

“Of course! Where else am I going to be, alone on my couch?”

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Yeah, because I don’t have a roommate.”

“That seals the deal, I’ll be honest.”

…

Rose’s a mess.

She’s certifiably insane, a tornado in her own right. She flies around the apartment on her toes, muttering to herself while trying to set her makeup and throw things in her bag at the same time. Jan and Jackie watch from the couch where some Netflix show they’re bingeing loses their attention. It’s endearing, the older girl fluffing up her hair and (thank goodness) remembering to brush away the powder that’d made her look far too ghostly.

“You’re going to be fine,” Jackie reassures her. The comfort of her voice slows Rose down a bit, has her stopped in front of the couch. She’s frozen, and Jackie takes this as a sign to find some more to say. “She really likes you. I would know, I’m the person sitting next to her at all your shows.”

“She likes the bar.”

“She likes you.”

Jan holds up a hand, rolling her eyes in a way that’s both teasing and completely serious and 100% Jan. The young, bubbly blonde could bottle her advice and sell it if only she could balance it with her insatiable instinct to meddle whenever the chance arises.

“I mean, you’ve been sleeping together for months now. She basically told you she wants to marry you. Yeah, she was drunk but come on, Rose. You’re the one holding everything back.”

“Gee, thanks Jan.”

“I’m just telling you to get your head out of your ass, that’s all. You wouldn’t be acting like a nervous wreck if it didn’t mean anything. And you definitely haven’t done all of this for any of your hookups before.”

“Well, it’s just dinner.”

“Just dinner just the two of you at a pretty upscale place. On her birthday.”

“Whatever comes out of this, just try to live in it. Tell your head to be quiet for once…you’re not a fuck up.”

Rose nods, makes an excuse to head for the bathroom while emotion wells up in her chest. Staring at herself in the mirror, she lets Jackie’s repeat themselves over in her head. Whatever this is, she’s not a fuck up. She won’t be a fuck up anymore.

…

She picks Denali up ten minutes earlier than anticipated, too anxious to wait any longer. They chat idly on the way to the restaurant, agreeing on this window of time being the only time that kid talk is allowed. Sure, there’s catching up to do with the end of the school year looming before them, art shows and concerts and showcases and finals rearing their ugly heads. But the school talk boundary is sacred, something that’s helped their friendship survive outside of school. It’s nice to have teacher friends, but it’s also nice to have teacher friends who can clock out with you and show their other side.

The place Rose has chosen is slightly more upscale than their usual haunts-well, a lot of things are more upscale than Thai food and Netflix on the couch. She’s glad that they’re been put at a window seat, because it’s become increasingly difficult not to stare at her companion in the ambient lighting of the restaurant. She’s wearing a lavender dress that hugs her curves, stopping mid-thigh. As she settles in and takes off her jacket, the dress has thin straps that has Rose’s attention drawn to her collarbones, which she’s dusted with a subtle amount of highlight.

She’s sure Denali was put on this earth to drive her crazy.

There’s a polite silence as the waitress brings them their menus, promising to be back with water. Rose thumbs the menu open and shut, looking around the room. There are mostly tables for two and four, and everyone seems to be on a date. She feels stupid-stupid for taking Denali here without mentioning it’d be less laid back…she even feels stupid in her favorite dress, a velvety emerald off one shoulder number that she’d thought made her hair look even more orange.

She’s out of her element, and it shows in the tightness of her chest.

“I’m sorry this isn’t like…it’s not some big crazy party or anything..”

“Sorry?” Denali reaches across the table, links their fingers together for a moment. Their pinkies are the last to go, the touch lingering like the buzzing warmth between them. “Rosie, there’s nothing to be sorry about. This is really, really nice.”

“Okay-okay, good. Good. Do you want…?” She gestures to a tiny bucket on the edge of their table, where a bottle of champagne sits in a bath of ice. The blonde nods, humming in appreciation at the luxury of it all. Rose fills each of their flutes and they clink their glasses together, Denali grinning teasingly.

“Okay, the cheers was kind of cheesy. I can’t exactly let you live that one down.” Looking across the table, Rose is struck by the same magnetism that hits her each time she’s in the blonde’s presence. Her mind always has a place for her, some little reserved spot that’s memorized the shape of her smile or the sound of her voice calling her name.

This has been more than she’d anticipated from the first day they met, and then again from the first time they’d slept together. Rose doesn’t fall in love-she doesn’t have the time, the emotional bandwidth, the schedule. But she’d been making exceptions for Denali for more than a year and a half in their friendship, and within whatever amount of that time they’d been sleeping together she hasn’t even looked at another girl. She hasn’t wanted to. And she hadn’t even noticed.

Because why would she want anybody else when Denali is right in front of her-has been right in front of her for so long? What could compare to the spark of mischief in her smile, the way her eyes shift to an even deeper brown when she’s saying Rose’s name over and over? There is nobody like her. Nobody has that competitive streak, the one that makes Rose want to be the most elevated version of herself simply to keep up with Denali’s brilliance.

She’s one of a kind, and Rose is an idiot.

Denali’s also staring back at her quizzically, the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Did you hear one word I just said?”

“If we’re being honest? Nope.” She’s sheepish, shrugging her shoulders apologetically and taking a small sip of champagne.

“Where’d you go?

“I don’t want to ruin your birthday…”

“Oh god, here we go…”

“I’m serious, hear me out.” Rose repeats Jackie’s words in her head. She lets them echo, drown out any last inkling of the self-doubt that’s been plaguing her for so long. She looks at Denali from across the table; Denali, who’s exquisite and smart and challenging and sweet. It’s Denali who looks back at her with warmth and patience, who holds her hand across the table again. Rose takes a deep breath. It’s time.

“I want to ask if maybe we can talk about where we stand. Like…if you’d want to make things exclusive. I’m done fucking around. I feel like my behavior hasn’t been the best with you-I know it hasn’t been the best. You’re worth more than that and I’m not good at all of this but I swear I’ll be the best at it for you. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time being an idiot and I don’t really deserve the chance, but I want to be more than whatever it is we are right now. I’m ready.”

The blonde’s expression is unreadable at first, her eyes searching Rose with a shielded wanting, hope.

“And this….isn’t an April Fools joke. You’re serious about being serious?”

“I know I’ve been an ass but I wouldn’t go that far! I want this. I don’t really think I’ve ever been in love like this in my entire life.”

“And when you turned me down the first time?”

“That was unfair to you. It was rude and uncalled for and I’ll probably regret that for the rest of my life.” It’s an immediate response, the self-inflicted insult flying from her lips in the way she’d been thinking about her own actions for weeks. “I really don’t even deserve to be your friend still. I may have been drunk, but that’s no excuse for walking away like that. I was scared. I am scared. But I can’t lose you. I’m going to put in the work. I finally did what I should’ve done all along and I’ve been in therapy for a few weeks now. I need you to know how serious I am.”

“Okay.”

“Okay..?”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance.”

“We can start over, if that’s what you want. We can go by first date rules.”

Denali’s jaw drops open and she crosses her arms over her chest, exasperated.

“All I was waiting for was to be on the same page as you. Do you really think I’m going to let you kiss me on the cheek and send me home alone? Come on, it’s my birthday. I’ve missed you.”

She brushes her foot along Rose’s leg underneath the table, runs a hand through her hair. She smirks at the same time the ginger’s breath hitches. When their waitress comes over again she tilts her head and asks politely for the check, feigning innocence.

“We have dessert waiting at home, thank you.”

Denali winks at the unsuspecting waitress and reaches for her jacket, shrugs it on while waiting for Rose to pay the check. When everything’s settled she springs up from her seat, holding her hand out to the ginger with wiggling fingers.

“What about your present?” Rose fumbles with her bag, making a move to open it before Denali wraps both her hands around Rose’s arm, leaning foreword to brush her lips against her ear.

“I’m sure it’s great and I’d love it later, but we’ve never had sex as girlfriends before and I’m dying to change that.”

#Rosenali #the teacher au #this started as one thing and ended up entirely different and that’s life I guess

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buriedinleather · 2 years ago

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home is where the heart aches [ ghost x soap one-shot fanfic ]

Summary : Ghost stopped loving Christmas long before he realized his father had never loved him. It took Simon Riley a lot longer to catch up. Slow on the draw as his old man would say— if that piece of shit were still alive, he’d laugh if he knew that weak little kid still drove around cities with his nephew’s stuffie in the back seat.

Ship : Simon 'Ghost' Riley & Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Wordcount : 1034

Content Warnings: Hurt / Comfort, references to character death, references to child abuse, angst with a happy ending

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Ghost stopped loving Christmas long before he realized his father had never loved him. It took Simon Riley a lot longer to catch up. Slow on the draw as his old man would say— if that piece of shit were still alive, he’d laugh if he knew that weak little kid still drove around cities with his nephew’s stuffie in the back seat. For safety, of course.

Ghost couldn’t bear to look at that beat-up, dirty stegosaurus plushie for too long. Even now, it feels like eyes are on him. Jacob, Tommy, the lot of them. Still dead as ever. Ahead of him the road twists and turns, the city's lights a bright haze as one hand grips the wheel and the other a spoonful of chocolate vanilla swirl ice cream. It’s half melted as it sits in the cup holder.

Blue lights.

“Blue ones, yeah.”

He makes a turn a little too sharp, distracted by blindly trying to dip the spoon into the ice cream cup. The crunch of ice and snow snaps him back to the present.

“Was mum’s favorite color.”

He doesn’t really know why he bothers talking to himself. Or whatever else is in there. Sometimes there’s a reply, sometimes there isn’t

A particularly colorful display catches his eye. The storefront of a toyshop. Vintage, large bulbs line the frame of the windows. Inside he can see a beautiful tree that’s somehow withstanding what appears to be hundreds of ornaments.

He rolls the car to a stop and rolls down the windows. A gust of wind hits him hard enough that he has to squint. The cashier sweeping the inside of the store glances at him at least three times. Not that Ghost can really blame him. Mask puts off a lot of people.

His fingers tremble a little before he grabs the half-finished cup of ice cream. The next time the cashier gives him an awkward glance, he raises the cup of ice cream as if to toast him. After that, the cashier pays him no mind.

Ghost lets the Jeep idle as he finishes up the ice cream. The second cup will go untouched. Like it does every year, it’ll sit in the cupholder until Christmas Day passes.

Another gust of wind hits him and he lets out a shaky breath. This is all bullshit. Tradition is bullshit. Joseph is dead in the ground just like the rest of them.

“Sorry I didn’t get you anything this year, kid.”

Turning off the car and grabbing the keys, he hops out and throws the empty cup into a near full trash bin. It reeks. The street lights streak across his vision. Ghost rubs the bridge of his nose. Behind him, in the distance, footsteps. The crunch of snow. A slow, lazy pace.

Ghost’s mental walls slam back up as he turns, keeping his movements slow and fluid. As he looks toward the footsteps, he swears his heart nearly jolts out of his chest.

“ Johnny ?”

How much had he seen? Fuck. Fuck .

“Ghost!” The man wears a smile better than Monroe could wear a dress. Tentative, nervous, but still has that natural warmth that Ghost can’t get enough of. “I, uh, honestly didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I grew up here.” He keeps the reply short as he glances him up and down. An ugly sweater featuring a cat’s ass up, digging into a Christmas box. Well-fitted jeans. Leather boots. “Why’re you here, MacTavish. Make it good.” He doesn’t mean to sound angry. Doesn’t even know why his heart keeps hammering away.

“Ah dinnae ken…” Soap looks sheepish as he looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. Ghost can see the blush travel from his cheeks down to his throat. “Family’s been a little rough lately. Figured, I don’t know— It’s stupid.” He settles once he’s a good six feet away from Ghost, still not meeting his gaze.

Something’s not right here. He can feel it in the same way he feels like he wants to peel off his own skin when the lamppost flickers. “Johnny.” He grabs his shoulder and squeezes. “Tell me. That’s an order.”

Soap swallows hard before looking up at him. “Y’know, my family just…it’s been hard this year. They said I’ve been different. Making people uncomfortable. That I’ve changed. I don’t think I’ve changed, you know? It still feels like me— but they just. Kept treating me like they just know somethin’ is wrong, you know? Fuck, shit, okay, I’m rambling— Sorry, L.T.”

His eyelashes shadow his eyes as he tilts his head down. “I just wanted to feel close to someone special, too. I didn’t want to bother him because I know the holidays are hard, but. I don’t know. I figured if I was here, in this country, then maybe it wouldn’t feel like we were worlds apart, you know?”

Ghost holds onto Soap’s shoulder a little tighter. “What kind of fucking idiot stood you up for the holidays?”

Soap pauses, nose wrinkling a little, and then he laughs. He laughs so hard that it echoes in the streets. “Jesus Christ— Simon . Do you really need me to say it? After all we’ve been through?” His cheeks are even rosier now. Ghost remains silent. Staring. Waiting. “I’m talking about you, Simon. It’s always been you.”

Something in his brain clicks into place when he’s called that. Simon. Simon Riley. It’s been a long time. “Me. Right.” His voice is softer. Doesn’t carry as much weight as it usually does. When Simon looks down at Johnny, he can’t find anything in his eyes that’s insincere. Bright, glassy, hopeful .

Ghost lets silence hang in the air. Three seconds, ten, then twenty. “Get in the car. If you ask questions, your ass is hitting the nearest slush pile.”

When Johnny smiles Ghost swears the wind is a little less cold. “No problem, L.T. I’m just happy to be here.”

They get in the car together, Ghost opening the front passenger side for Johnny before getting in himself.

If home is where the heart aches, then Simon must have been home the moment he laid eyes on one Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.

#call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #soap mactavish #ghost simon riley #ghost x soap #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #simon riley #mw2 fic #cod fic #sfw fanfic #[ fanfiction : one shots ]#[ fan fiction : call of duty ]

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fushipurro · 1 year ago

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Red Lights Red Flags

Chapter 3 - Shadows

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, ronin!toji, courtesan!reader, jjk historical au, mentions of murder, past non-con, forced prostitution, degradation (not by toji), pet names, trauma, angst, mutual pining

☆ Word Count: 2k

A week has passed since the rumors began and yet, still no sign of Toji. Not just him either, no member of the Zenin Clan has stepped foot in the brothel and it was beginning to drive you crazy.

You sat there at your window, eyes wandering the streets below for anyone that looks remotely similar to Toji. All the while in your head, thoughts ran rampant over whether he was safe or worse, if he grew bore of idle chatter with you.

There really isn’t much reason for you to think that, but we can’t control our intrusive thoughts. The longer this goes on, the worse it’ll get. All you can hope is that your answer will come soon enough.

Among the many words in your head, you can’t help but remember Shion’s words.

“Are you falling in love?”

Your body melts into the windowsill, head buried in your arms. “Oh Shion, I think I already am…”

Toji on the other hand has a perfect view of your form from where he stands, watching you long from your window like a princess locked in her tower. It hurts him to see you like this, so he keeps his presence hidden.

But why?

Toji knows he wants to see you again, hear your voice, know if you’re okay. He’s been wanting it more than you can possibly imagine, but what if you knew the truth?

Sure, he told you he’d kill those men for you, but words are words. What would you think when you find out about the blood on his hands, beyond those four torturing souls?

You.

The woman who has bared witness to the horrors man are capable of; hurt one too many times and still trying to live. He doesn’t want to add to your suffering so he finds himself questioning if protecting you from the shadows is the path he should take to ensure your survival.

Since acquiring the title of Marigold, you’ve become more respected in the brothel, no longer the low-ranking fledgling from before. The quality of your clientele now is a plus, and with Shion vouching for you, life isn’t so bad.

While admiring the moon from your window seat, the doors to your room slide open with a shrill voice filling the air, “So let me get this straight… you stole my favorite customer, and then chased him away? Is that it?”

Begrudgingly, you bow to the woman. “Botan.”

“Save the pleasantries,” she spits. “Don’t think you’re special now that you were given a name on your collar. You’re just a glorified weed.”

Her insult is rich considering she’s the one who told you to “remember your place,” and the fact that she has a flower title as well.

“I’m willing to bet you couldn’t even please him properly with a body like yours so he had to run off to some other brothel.”

Instead of picking a fight after what happened last time, you held your ground with as best a calm expression as you could. Toji’s resting face, in all its glory.

She scoffs, “Nothing to say? No matter. You won’t make it far anyways with that witch watching over you.” A sadistic smile tugs at her lips. “I’ll have the joys of plucking your sorry ass out of here when the time comes.”

In that moment, you swear you could hear the cawing of crows outside your window, much to Botan’s dismay at such… unusual timing. She huffs out of annoyance before storming out of the room.

Later in the night, you had a brand-new client. A young, inexperienced guy with a fresh paycheck to splurge who thought a brothel was the perfect place to go.

Don’t need a trained eye to see that much.

He currently sits upright on a floor cushion, eyes trained to the floor with his cheeks red as could be. You wonder if he’s here on a dare or coercion since he did arrive with a few other most likely coworkers.

“S-so uh– what… happens now?”

Inexperienced and timid. Better than most clients, that’s for sure.

“What would you like to do? I can feed you, sing, dance, whatever you’d like for the allotted time.”

An audible gulp can be heard from the man, and you can’t help but feel reminded to how you were the first dozen times you’ve had to deal with clients. Going through the whole spiel has gotten easier in time, even if you’re just auto-piloting it while your brain shuts down.

…Maybe this can work in your favor?

“Master?” You move closer, fluttering your eyelashes.

“Y-y-y-yes?” He gulps again.

“I was wondering… could you tell me about the outside? Any rumors you might’ve heard?” You tap your finger against your chin, offering a salacious smile. “It might help in getting you to relax.”

He’s taken aback, brows knitting in confusion. “Huh? Rumors?”

“Haven’t you heard? There’s someone going around murdering people. It’s so frightening,” you say all nice and coy. You feel bad teasing him like this, but if this is how you get your up-to-date information, then so be it.

“Oh… right, those rumors.” His expression morphs away from nervousness to that of awkwardness. “They haven’t caught the guy yet, but now they’re saying the men killed were troublemakers around here. Only four have been found though, all killed in the same night and in the same exact way.”

You’re nearly certain this was in fact Toji’s doing, but that doesn’t answer the question of why he hasn’t shown up yet. Sure, it’s scary to think how capable of a killer he is, but what do you expect from a samurai? He hasn’t done you any harm. There has been plenty of chances to do so, anyways.

The rest of the time with the stranger is thankfully uneventful. He calmed down a lot but ended up chickening out of anything sexual in favor of a nice meal and chitchat. Unlucky for him, but better for you.

At least now you have the chance to gaze out the window once more before your shift comes to an end and sleep can consume you. Something draws your eyes to an alleyway across the street, and you find a moonlit shadow fading to black before you’re able to even register what you saw. Your first thought is if that was Toji, and that alone causes you to sigh and sink into the wooden frame.

From the darkness of your mind, Botan’s words come back to haunt you. Was it you? Are you the reason he won’t come by anymore? You used to never be conscious of yourself until the day you became a courtesan.

It’s plausible there’s some other explanation for everything. Toji found you at your weakest and took away something that hurt you. Maybe he just treated it as contract like any other samurai for their master. Maybe you’re just overthinking it given your trauma.

Your father didn’t love you enough, why else would he choose to sell you to an awful way of living where every day you’re degraded for every little thing. Every detail about yourself, everything you do wrong. At the end of the day, are you worth enough to be loved?

You pull away from the window as the sun peaks over the horizon, shutting it closed before wrapping yourself up in your futon. If these sheets could act as your chrysalis, then maybe there’s hope for you to one day blossom into a beautiful butterfly.

…

“You’re in some deep shit now, Zenin.”

“Fuck off, Shiu. They deserve worse than what I did to ‘em.”

The brown-haired man sighs, taking a drag from his pipe. “Maybe you’ll regret it when you hear what your clan has decided.”

“I don’t give a shit what they have to say,” he growls in response.

“You could’ve at least tried to make it look like someone else. It’s obvious to anyone who knows you.”

Toji ponders for a moment, ultimately sighing as well out of frustration rather than empathy. “Yeah, well this would’ve happened sooner or later. I’d rather it now.”

When evening rolls around, you had already been notified to prepare yourself and Shion for the guests of honor.

The Zenin Clan.

Shion’s already good to go, but she’s requested to do your hair for you. It’s as if she knows it’s just what you need to help keep you relaxed.

“Hey Shion?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know anything about those men who were killed?”

She closes her eyes and hums, her pace with the brush not faltering once. “I believe you already understand everything there is to know.”

“So it was them…” you sigh, “Do you think Toji will be here with them tonight?”

“I do not,” she replies, tucking a few stray pieces of hair back. “Do not let it distraught you, my little Marigold. If I were you, I wouldn’t let worry consume you.”

Little late for that one, you think to yourself.

After everything’s done and ready, you and the other members of Shion’s garden follow closely behind, posturing yourselves before the esteemed clan of samurais. “Welcome, Masters,” you all chant in unison.

The men take their respective seats, and while there’s no sign of Toji, your stomach flips at the sight of Botan and her garden. Every courtesan had their place, and sadly you were relegated to a new face from the clan, a child.

Who even brings a kid to a brothel?

The Zenins spend their time drowning in liquor, chatting away over typical nonsense and goals for the future. Eventually, the atmosphere settles to an uncomfortable silence. So silent you could hear a pin drop.

One of the lanky men clears his throat, “We’re really going through with this, aren’t we?”

“Of course, we can finally be rid of that stain for good,” replies a man triple the size. Your eyes widen at the incoming threat, knowing full well who they’re discussing.

“Seems like a waste of money to set up a bounty on his head when we could just do it ourselves.”

“We’ve tried that before and it didn’t work,” an older man speaks up. “This is the right way to avoid any questions towards the power we hold over the people. We don’t need to dirty our hands dealing with him.”

“Toji cannot be allowed to spit on our family name as he pleases. Should’ve had him killed before he came of age.”

The bottle you hold slips in your grasp, spilling a few drops near the child at your side.

“Watch it, whore,” he spits, surprisingly more venomous than you’d expect for a child. “This robe costs more than your pathetic self.”

You drop yourself into a bow, “I’m terribly sorry, Master!”

The other Zenins shoot you a cold glare for interrupting them, all while Botan can barely contain her cruel self from laughing. Shion redirects the attention of the clan head, and the rest settle in time. For the rest of the night, your thoughts are an unrelenting blur, covering up the voices of the room until all it is just noise.

Does Toji even know about this? His own family wants him dead and is putting a bounty on him? Where the hell are you, Toji!?

You felt more nauseous than ever, practically sprinting back to your room the moment you could. You slam the door shut, falling to the floor, and tucking your knees to your chest. No longer are you able to hold back your tears from freely falling.

It doesn’t matter to you anymore why he stopped showing up, if anything, you just want the chance to warn him so he can escape and live.

A cold breeze picks up throughout the room, drawing your eyes to the wide-open window and the snow-covered ledge. You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, walking over to shut the opening.

Darkness fills the room in the absence of light, but as you turn away, a shadow creeps forward that causes your heart to leap from your chest until a familiar voice calls out your name.

“Did you miss me?”

☆ Notes: slow burn pining :) next chapter gonna have a little spice to it

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parkermunson · 2 years ago

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Eddie begging for your attention and hands.

No specific pronouns but reader wears a skirt♡ [1.5k]

TW: Smut, 18+ only!!!!! Handjob, dacryphilia, begging (obv)

A/N: This is my very first smut, please be kind! But also I'm open to suggestions. I wrote this at 2am and haven't really looked it over so mayhaps some grammatical errors are present.

Perhaps the warmth of the oncoming spring ignited something in you, an insatiable hunger to tease. Or perhaps a need for control. You've been teasing him all day with your subtle touching. He's barely holding it together, his breathing unsteady and labored.

Sitting next to him at Hellfire was the perfect advantage (or punishment), gliding your hand over his knee and thigh, rubbing your thumb through his jeans with slight pressure. When you felt particularly evil, your fingers would dive into the hole in jeans to drag your nails against the skin on his lower inner thigh. Eddie's eyes would flick to you immediately, unsure whether he wants you to continue or stop altogether. When his breath hitched particularly noticably, you pulled your hand away. His knee would jerk toward you, but this was just a pause to the torture. When his attention was fully invested in the game again, his mind drifting from you finally, you repeated the cycle.

By the end of the meeting, his thoughts are focused only on you and yearns for your hands to be on his, preferably bare, body. But you're having too much fun with this cat-and-mouse game.

On the ride home, you keep your attention out the passenger side window, away from him, with your hands folded in your lap. He sighs over the soft music playing on the radio, hoping it'll grab your attention, but it does little more than boost your confidence. You can feel him shifting in his seat uncontrollably, his eyes jumping between the road and studying you. He leans over and grabs your hand to hold in his, thankful to feel your warmth, even if it isn't exactly what he wants. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, reminiscent of the pattern your thumb drew on his thigh earlier.

After a few minutes like this, he realizes it isn't enough. Your bare thigh is right there, peeking out under your skirt, and his memories from the night before recall the soft feel of it against his cheek. Your attention is still focused on the passing houses outside the van and your hand is limp in his. He lets out a whine, and you smirk out the window, not breaking your facade. The van is nearing your house and he's nearing his breaking point. Eddie isn't afraid to beg when he's desperate, and your actions are hurling him toward it.

"Baby, look at me, please," he whines. You heart skips a beat at his voice. Even after hours of listening to him narrate the game, he still has the ability to melt your insides in seconds. Your eyes drift from outside to his figure in the driver's seat. He glances between the road and you with pleading eyes.

"Yes?" You bat your eyelashes innocently. After all, your grazes have barely reached anywhere sinful.

His grip on your hand tightens and his gaze is held longer on you while expertly gliding down the road. His lips part for a moment, but close again when no words come out. He's nearing that begging point, though isn't there just yet. His head turns back to the road with another sigh escaping his lips.

The moment you pull up to your driveway, you leap out of the car, leaving a very needy Eddie to follow behind. His hands slide up your waist while you fiddle with your keys in the lock. He's squeezing your hips, wrapping his arms around your torso, and breathing in your scent at the back of your neck. You arch forward the smallest bit, grinding slightly into him, egging him on just a bit more.

A whine escapes him when the lock finally clicks and you pull away. His eyes follow your ass with each step, and he follows you like a magnet. You saunter into the living room, knowing your one-man audience is locked on your every move. Stripping your shoes and jacket off, you pull your shirt out from being tucked tightly into the waistband of your skirt and lift it just high enough for Eddie to glimpse your skin. Finally, you turn to him, only to quickly look away to your television.

"So, should we watch a movie? Maybe find something on T.V.?" His shoulders drop. You think you've lost him for a moment, but then he's sliding to you in long strides, colliding his hips to yours. His eyes are wide, dark, and filled with lust. He needs your attention. He needs you.

He grabs your chin in his thumb and index finger so gently and lifts it to meet his eyes. "Please..," he begs. His hips pushing further into you so you can feel his need pushing into your lower belly. Your hands remain at your sides, knowing the smallest touch would be giving in too soon.

"What do you need, baby" you all but whisper. Your eyes bore into his, daring him. He grows harder with your eyes on him now, as if your attention in itself owns him. As if the very essence of your being is the gravity holding him here.

"Please touch me." His eyes soften at the words leaving his mouth. The voice that leaves him sounds almost breathless, a huge contrast to earlier at Hellfire. He's breaking and you're eating it up.

"I need more than that, love. You can do better," you assert. While his voice grows softer, your's becomes firmer. The confidence in you is building the more you remember your control over him. Usually Eddie is the boisterous one, with a mouth that never shuts up. Now, he can barely form words, poor baby.

He closes his eyes for a moment, as if willing himself to stay focused. His hips stay pressed to you, unmoving. He knows better than to try anything. His breathing falls heavy on your face, and his grip on your chin has a slight shake to it. He's reached that point, he's at your mercy completely.

"Please... please touch me. I'll do anything, please–" you cut his whines off with an open-mouthed kiss. The begging wasn't nearly as long as you would have liked, but your patience is wearing thin. Your hand grips the hair on the back of his head while the other slides between your bodies to cup his length. A moan hums through him, and you can feel him relax against your touch. You continue to fondle him through his jeans when you break away from the kiss for air. His eyes remain closed and his breathing is labored, practically shaking his frame with every breath.

Much to your disapproval, he bites his lip to keep silent. Your hand immediately stops its stroking, and he lets out a cry. His soft eyes find yours, knowing instantly of his mistake. "Beg," you spit. His eyes are on the verge of tears with how needy he is. He can feel how desperate his cock is with each twitch. You've barely given him a crumb, and he's treated it like a buffet.

"Baby, please, I'm begging you. I need you so badly." His eyes have glossed over, and his knees are weakening. Your hand is still lingering on the front of his crotch, the warmth of your fingers sending jolts through him. "Please touch me, I need to cum, please." His voice is gravelly, and gains strength the more he talks. You raise a brow at him as he starts to babble our pleas, yet your hand continues to remain in the same spot, unmoving.

When a tear finally falls from his lash line and streams down his blushed cheek, both your hands yank down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans and underwear in seconds. His face scrunches at the cold air meeting his heated cock. Another tear breaks free, and your tongue glides along his cheek to lap it up.

His head falls back and moans freely, pleas escaping his lips. You spit on your hand and guide it along his length, squeezing him the way he loves. When you reach his tip, your thumb flicks the underside subtly, and barely glides over his slit. He's in heaven, moving his hands to grip your hips to ground himself. Your hand begins pumping at a quickening pace, the feel of the veins rubbing against your fingertips has your mouth watering. He tries to look down at your hand moving over him but the pleasure is too much, and his eyes keep closing. You mouth at his neck, biting and sucking marks into the soft skin you can reach. The sounds running past his lips has your legs ready to buckle beneath you.

As he nears his orgasm, you speed up your hand. He's a mess of moans and begging. "Don't stop" leaves his lips, over and over like a prayer alongside your name. His eyelids are fluttering and his hips are thrusting forward to collide your hands with his pubic bone. Your hand reaches into his hair, and pulls, hard. It pushes him over and he's jerking against you as he spills against your wrist and arm. You continue stroking him as he rides out the rest of his high. His hand finds your wrist and grips it tightly, when the movement becomes too much.

"Fuck, I love it when you beg."

#idk what came over me #ive never written smut before nevertheless a whole imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #sub!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #mandi writes #parkermunson

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vigilvntes · 3 years ago

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things i can’t get out of my head: you and adrian distracting each other when y’all are on a time crunch and chris picking both of you up with either arm to carry you out to the car

STOP IT BECAUSE YES CALL ME CEO OF ADRIAN X READER X CHRIS BC IM HERE AGAIN

chris is the only one with any sense of urgency, time management or organisation skills. he knows that a call from harcourt means that all of you should be out of the house asap. the same cannot be said for you and adrian.

i think if it was an actual mission then adrian would have more urgency just because he loves to uh . get down and dirty but he would still move so slow. if it was just a meeting then he would take his sweet fuckin time

he would definitely have to know the who what when where why how and he would ask SO MANY QUESTIONS and chris would try and answer them but you would respond sarcastically and adrian would be like "oh really?" so it'd just end with all three of you bickering

chris would probably have to drag you out of bed and you would be sneaky and try to pull him into your arms for a cuddle and sometimes he melts and he's like "fine, but only for a minute" but then adrian has to join because he's needy and loves attention so then chris has to drag both of you out of bed

adrian would lose e v e r y t h i n g. the last time he wore his vigilante suit he probably walked into your place, stripped off in the doorway and threw all of it... somewhere. so when he's getting ready he's just whining "chrrriiissss where's my mask?" "(Y/N) have you seen my chest plate?"

sometimes if you're feeling evil you hide some of his things which pisses chris off even more because he just wants to leave and he knows you know where it is and he can't stand to hear adrian whining for even a minute longer

"(Y/N) does my suit make my ass look fat?" "hell yeah it does"

you would slap his ass. he would slap yours back. then you'd slap it again. eventually the two of you end up play fighting and chris has to wrangle you away from each other before a) you end up actually fighting or b) adrian gets hard

he probably has a hard on just from you slapping his ass though

you two would keep poking each other while you're getting changed and adrian would cry if you poke him too hard. it doesn't hurt. he's just dramatic and loves attention.

chris would be like "(Y/N) get your boots on" and adrian would be behind him parroting like "YEAH get your boots on" and chris would be like "dude why the fuck are you talking yOU HAVENT EVEN GOT PANTS ON"

"i bet you can't hit (insert specific object in the room) with your knife" "i bet i can" "DO NOT THROW THAT KNIFE"

even eagly would be squawking at you and adrian

he would literally have to drag you out of the house every single time. either you thrown over his shoulder and adrian by the back of his shirt/suit or adrian under his arm while he's pushing you out of the door.

one time he did actually throw adrian over his shoulder, scoop you up under his arm and carry you out to the car

"i'm driving" "shotgun!" while adrian is just left whining about always having to sit in "the bitch seat"

one time chris sent both of you to sit in the back.

adrian is definitely the "omg can we stop at mcdonald's" kind of guy and chris is a "yeah sure" *orders a singular black coffee at the drive thru and drives off* kind of guy

#adrian chase x reader #christopher smith x reader #adrian chase x reader x christopher smith #vigilante x reader #peacemaker x reader #peacemaker #adrian chase #vigilante #hbo peacemaker #adrian chase hc #christopher smith hcs #peacemaker hcs #vigilante hcs

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face. “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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stripper-patrick · 3 years ago

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Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

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