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madhattergay · 8 months ago
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SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE A SMUTY FANFIC OF ALICE COOPER THERES LITERALLY NO FANFICS OF HIM ITS SAD! LIKE WHY HES SO SEXY I WOULD FUCK HIM!😔🙏
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fresh-armadillo · 1 year ago
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i ran into my sixth grade science teacher at a concert the other day and she showed me her tumblr page. keep in mind she is approximately 80 years old and retired.
she gave me her user and it was full of smut and fanfiction and when i showed her mine she looked bored and disappointed. i feel bad i couldn’t meet her standards but i followed her and she didn’t follow me so kinda bitchy if u ask me
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shelbgrey · 10 months ago
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I NEED some of those smutty/fluffy head cannons for that beautiful sexy hot cake of a man named Jackson, Plz Pookie!!!
Poison(Jackson Avery)
Paring: Jackson Avery x Sloan!Reader
Summary: ever since the hospital merge Jackson and y/n Sloan didn't get along and would often bit each heads off dispite the growing tension. Then one day they both snap in a unexpected way
Warrings: SMUT! Enemies to lovers Smut, unprotected sex, sorta hate sex.
A/n: I'll do you one better, Pookie, I'll give a whole damn story.
MasterList ML2
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Jackson wasn't expecting to see her in the on-call room, but today wasn't his day. Deep down he didn't mean to scowl when he saw her, but after losing his patient, Mark and his mother being on his ass he just wasn't in the mood. He wasn't even in the mood to make a sind comment when he see saw her. He just rolled his eyes and sinp out a comment “Great, just what I needed!”
Jackson and y/n have been working together for a while now and they could never stand each other. Everyone could see that, but everyone(aside from Jackson and y/n) could see the sexual tension that grew stronger every day.
She looked up from the chart she was studying and roll her eyes and got up from the bed. Her day hadn't been the greatest either and she had a long day. She wasn't on the mood to deal with him. “don't worry I was just leaving” she frowned and grab her lab coat that was crumbled up on a chair.
He looked almost amused as he watches the fire grown in the eyes he secretly loved. “Seriously, why do you always have to be so difficult?” He walks towards her, his body language aggressive, but still controlled by his emotions.
She took a deep breath and walked around him. “Seriously, Avery I'm not in the mood”
“I can see that. What's got you all riled up?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he steps infront of her, blocking the exit of the on-call room.
“Don't patronize me, we all know you hate me... Just as much as I hate you” that wasn't true, she didn't hate him. But she wasn't about to get used or her heart broke by him.
He stops, looking down at her, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “Fine, let's play it your way. If you hate me so much, maybe we should just get it over with” He steps closer.
She immediately back up until my back hits the wall of the on-call room, her heart is pounding. “g-get what o-over with?” I stuttered.
He smirks, taking another step closer. “I think you know...” his beautiful eyes stared into her soul as stepped closer, leaving nothing more than an inch between them. “You always know how to push my buttons.” He leans both palms against the wall, trapping her between him and the hard surface.
Her breath hitches as she stared at him with doe eyes. “the feeling is mutual Avery” she said, trying to stand my ground. Jackson smirked, capturing her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “which part?”
Jackson chuckles the dryly and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. “oh, I do know... since we're both feeling it, we might as well do something about it.”
She suprised herself when she did't fight him, she stood still and watch him as her heart pounded against her chest “Avery...what are you doing?”
“His face is inches from hers as he leans in, his breath hot on herskin. “I'm taking what's mine.” he said roughly then he crashes his lips against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss.
Her breath hitched and her eyes widened at the unexpected contact. She pull away, staring into his beautiful eyes with determination. “you don't own me, I'm not yours to take”
He grabs her chin, forcing her gaze back to his. “Oh, but you are, and I plan to prove it.” He kisses her again, harder this time, his anger and jealousy fueling the intensity. Her lips smashed against his, it was fueled with all her frustration. The first moan of this whole situation fell passed her lips as she felt his tounge brush against her lips demanding entrance. Feeling brave she doesn't, closing her lips denying it entrance.
He groans against her lips, his hands traveled down her waist to her ass, gripping it hard. She gasped at his roughness, giving him the opportunity to slip his tounge passed her lips. Their tounges fought for dominance, but she let Jackson win. As he deepens the kiss. His anger and jealousy start to mix with desire.
Y/n gripped his scrub top in her fist and and pushed him towrds the bed in the on-call room with force. Jackson stumbles back slightly, hitting the bed. His heart is racing as he looks at her. “You really want this?” He asks, his voice rough from the kissing.
“Shut up” she said roughly and stratled his lap, slamming her lips to his for a rough kiss.
Taken completely by surprise, Jackson groans into the kiss. His hands roam down her sides to her ass, pulling her body flush against his. “You're going to regret this when we're done” Jackson murmurs against her lips.
“Probably” she whispered then nipped as his jaw as she pushed him flat on his back on the bed.
“Fuck” He groans, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands slided his large hands under your lab coat, gripping her hips. Y/n quickly tugged her lab coat off and drop on the floor, his breath hitched as he watched her grind her hips against his.
“Fuck, Jackson” she moaned his first name for the first as she grind her hips a little hared. She let a moan slip past her lips when his growing erection pressed against her core.
Jackson groans, arching into her. His hands roam down your his, cupping her ass through her scrubs. “Fuck, I want you” he growls, biting his lip.
Jackson sat up, keeping her trapped in his lap as his lips trail kisses down her jaw and neck. His hands move to the hem of her scrub top, tugging it over her head. “I've dreamed about this for so long.” He whispers, grabbing her hips to control her movements against him.
“M-me too” she accidentally admitted.
His fingers brush against her bra, tracing circles against her clothed nipple with his thumb. “Then stop fighting me” He growls, capturing her lips once more in a hungry kiss.
“What's the fun in that?” she asked breathlessly as her fingers play with his short hair.
He chuckles against her skin, the sound vibrating deliciously. His hands slide underneath her scrub bottoms, caressing her ass. “You're going to be the death of me, you know that?” He teases, his lips trailing down her callorbone to the top of her breasts.
She bit her bottom lips so didn't give him the satisfaction off hearing her moan. She huffed, tugging at his scrub top, wanting it off. Feeling the tug on his scrub top, Jackson smirks against the skin of her breasts before pulling back slightly. “Impatient, aren't we?” He teases, helping to remove his scrub top, revealing his toned torso.
She gulped when she saw his chest, her eyes traveled down his toned torso and bit her lip again, stopping a moan as her hands instinctively traveled down his chest.
“slower,” he sighs, loving her delicate touch. His lips trail kisses up your neck, stopping at your ear. “Take your time.” He whispers, his hips pressing against her's again.
Her finger traveled down his chest slowly till she found the drawl strings of his scrub pants. He groans, arching into her touch. He moans as he watches her hands undo the strings and slide the pants down, freeing his cock. “You're so fucking sexy,” he whispers.
“you're driving me crazy,” he growls, his hands trailing down her sides, pushing her pants along with her underwear off. He discarded them then slides off the bed, pulling his boxers off. He climbs back on top of her, his erection pressing against her slick core. “Tell me to stop”
She shook my head no as pulled him down for a kiss. “Good girl” He whisperes, kissing her deeply. His hips start to rock against her, making he moan. He slowly pushing into her tight heat. He kisses down her jaw and a crossed her collarbone, sucking lightly as he continues to thrust.
“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, his eyes locked on hers. His thrusts become faster, harder, as he loses control. “You're mine,” he growls, biting her bottom lip.
She wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer against her. “s-so good” she moaned an incomplete sentence, too distracted by the way he feels against her.
“I'm going to make you scream my name” he warns, his eyes burning with lust. He picks up the pace, driving deeper into her wet heat. His body shudders with the effort to hold back as he feels her clenching around him.
“Harder, Jackson... Please” she moaned desperately.
“Fuck” he hisses, slamming into her over and over again. His mouth finds her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses as he loses control. He groans her name as he feels his impending release, his hips bucking wildly.
“jackson!” she screamed against his shoulder as she bucked he hips up, trying to meet his thrusts. He cries out as well, his entire body tenses, shooting his seed deep inside. He holds himself over her, panting. “Holy shit.” He groans out, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
A loud moan leaves her lips as his climax ignited hers. She held onto his shoulders, cumming all over his cock “J-Jackson” she panted as held on to him.
Jackson kisses her softly, his heart still racing. Slowly, he pulls out of her, leaving a trail of their mixed fluids on his member. “God damn it,” he mutters, clearly frustrated with himself.
She look at him with a confused when she saw his expression. He runs a hand over his short hair, trying to calm himself down. He climed off the bed and slipped his boxers on. “I'm sorry. That was... I shouldn't have-” He trails off, not really sure how to finish that sentence.
Her heart crumbled. “I knew it” she mumbled, shaking her head. She had let her guard down and it was like he's already trying to hurt her. Did he hate her that much? This this all just a joke to him?
He saw the pain in her eyes. “No, baby,” he says, pulling her into a tight hug. His heart aches at the thought of hurting her. He knows he's messed up before, but he never meant to make her feel this way. He holds her close, breathing in her sweet scent.
She pushed him away gently. “don't call me that” she mumbled and quickly put her scrubs back on.
His heart sinks when he felt her push him away. He wasn't handling this well. He watches her put her scrubs back on silently, trying to maintain some semblance of distance between the two of them. “Look,” he starts, taking a deep breath.
“No! you got what you wanted” she started as tears pricked her eyes. “you can go back to hating me... I'm glad you got your frustration out” she gritted her teeth as the sarcastic comment fell out.
Jackson's eyes widen at her response, shocked by the harshness in her tone. He didn't expect her to react this way. “I... I didn't mean it like that,” he says, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. “I'm just...”
She shook her head as a single tear fell down her cheek. “J-just stop... Please” she whispered, shaking her head. She refused to look at him.
The sight of her tears only serves to further torment Jackson. He hates knowing he's the cause of her pain. But he also can't seem to control his jealousy. “Fine,” he snapped, having too much pride to tell he how he truly felt.
“I'm gonna go” she croaked out and grabed her lab coat, leaving.
As she walk away broken hearted, Jackson watches her, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration, and guilt. He knows he needs to deal with his jealousy before it destroys everything, but right now, it's consuming him. “God dammit,”
She quickly wipe away her tears and walk down the hospital hallway, trying to keep it together. Jackson remains where y/n left him, his fists clenched at his sides. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. This isn't like him – he's usually the one offering support, not causing pain.
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Mark continued to talk, but Jackson wasn't processing any of it. He felt too terrible about how things ended with y/n, even worse he didn't know how to tell his best friend who just happened to be y/n big brother. Mark stopped and looked at him. “Avery, are you even listening?”
Jackson quickly looked up. “hm? Oh yeah... Burn unit right?”
Mark raised an eyebrow, he couldn't help but chuckled. “your way off... What's eatin' you?”
Jackson knew he'd be dead where he stands if he told mark the truth. “nothing”
Mark put his hand on Jackson's chest, stopping him in the middle hallway. “your distracted... What's going on with you?”
Jackson pushed his hand away and looked way, shaking his head. Mark caught sight of a red mark on his neck. Mark chuckled, grabbing Jackson's chin and turned his head to the side to see the hickey on his neck. “so you got laid and it ended badly, so what”
Jackson gulped and moved away from Mark. He felt terrible about y/n and what made things worse Mark ment alot to him. He pushed Mark away, but Mark wasn't done teasing. Mark grabed the collar of Jackson's Lab coat and pulled him back, his smile dropped when he saw the name on Jackson's lab coat wasn't his, but his little sister's. Jackson and y/n must have gotten their lab coats mixed up.
The color in Jackson's face drain as Mark let go of him. “you slept with y/n?” Mark said, his voice dropping. “my little sister”
“Mark I'm so-” Jackson was cut off by mark grabbing him by the collar of his scrubs and slamming him against the wall. Jackson was shaking and his heart pounded with regret. Mark raised his fist and Jackson flinched, but nothing happened.
“Mark, what the hell?” Derek asked, separating Mark from Jackson before he could get punched.
Mark ripped himself out of Derek's grasp. “the basterd screwed y/n”
Jackson was once again shoved against wall. This time he had Derek's arm against his throat. Y/n was just as much as Derek's sister as she was Mark's. “you what” Derek said through his teeth.
Jackson's regret tunred into rage, he shoved Derek off of him. “you don't think I regret hurting her?! She won't even talk to me now!”
“well fix it Avery! Before I knock your teeth out” Mark growled.
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Jackson finally got away from both Mark and Derek, he wanted to find y/n and explain everything and mend what he broke. He couldn't find her anywhere and knew knew she wouldn't awnser his pages. He was about to lose hope, but as he tunred the corner he ran right into her.
He stares at her for a moment before his expression softens. He sees the tears that she's trying so hard to hold back, and his heart aches for her but he can understand she was so angry. He slowly moves in front of her, putting his hand on her arm. “Please... can I talk to you for a minute?” He whispers, not wanting anyone to hear what he's going to say.
I have nothing to say... “she said softly, refusing to meet his eyes.
“y/n, please.” He gently brings her into one of the supply closets, locking the door behind him. He gently pushes her backwards, pauhing her back against the wall. Jackson leans his forehead against her's, holding her face in his hands. “y/n, I know I've hurt you, more than once. I know you probably don't want to hear what I have to say... but I need to say this.”
Tears ran down her cheeks as he pressed his forehead against her's “jackson...”
“I regret everything I've ever done to hurt you, the way I've treated you... I-I'm just...” he takes a deep breath. “I love you, I really, really do. I don't know how many times I've tried to tell myself that I'm not the man for you, I always believed you'd be better off without me, but god damn it” He leans down to gently holds her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting her face up so their eyes met. “when I see your beautiful face I get so... lost.”
The tears wouldn't stop, her heart pounded against her chest from his confession. Y/n looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth. She couldn't hold it back any longer, no matter how badly he hurt her “I... I love you too” she said softly.
“You do?” He asked, his eyes searching her's for any sign of sarcasm. After a beat of silence he leans back down and presses his lips against her's, kissing her softly. Y/n kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. This kiss was a lot more gentler and more loving than the first. It was a sign that the odds were in their favor.
“Yes... I forgive you” she said softly, giving him and loving smile.
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modedelagauze · 3 months ago
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A Weekend's Rest ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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pairing: Abby Anderson x f!reader summary: Abby and reader prepare for Lev to stay with Abby for the weekend in Seattle cw: Mostly fluff, Almost smut?? (fondling, hickeys), Surgeon! Abby, College Student! Lev (1.9k) Read the extended version on AO3 HERE
Doorbells seemed to only function within the worst of moments. You were stirred awake by its echo down the eggshell interiors of your girlfriend's home. To your surprise, the burly blonde was sound asleep on your chest instead of being away already, gone early for work. She was smiling in her sleep, absentmindedly running her fingers along your bare skin. You brought up a hand to smooth back her hair for a full view of her peaceful face. The moment was short lived as her newly adopted puppy, Alice, pounced onto the messy sheets of your shared bed, quickly burrowing between the two of you and awakening Abby.
“G’morning,” she yawned into the phrase without opening her eyes. Lacking much effort, the girl shifted to slide one arm over the rambunctious creature, whispering soft words of relaxation and the other arm situated comfortably above your head. Shortly after, her eyes fluttered open. “How long have you been awake?” 
Rubbing your eyes, you answered. “Not very long. Heard the doorbell.” 
After placing a quick kiss on your cheek, Abby pushed herself up from the mattress. “Better go see whatever it was.” You watched the blonde from your elbows as she traveled around the bed and out of the bedroom, how her beautifully defined back was highlighted in the morning light, hair mirroring the sway of her walk. Not long after, you got up to brush your teeth, slipping on the matching shorts of the camisole you routinely slept in. Abby appeared to your left in the reflection of the mirror, standing in the door frame holding a large box. “Has your name on it.” 
As you reached for it from her hands she jerked the box out of reach. “Abby!” you squealed, attempting to save the precious goods from her brutal reign “stop that!” She giggled, holding it over her head and shaking the box a bit. “You are so rude!” 
The blonde then slightly learned down, licking her lips “Maybe for a kiss.”
“Fine.” you sighed, leaning into the girl just close enough for her to lower her guard before snatching your newly found valuables and backing away. In search of a knife to cut the box open you headed into the kitchen. 
“Wow.” The blonde sighed dramatically then trudged into the bathroom to complete her morning routine. 
You heard the girl shout from her bedroom before she reappeared in the corner of your vision. “Your cool, awesome, girlfriend performed numerous successful surgeries last night and you won't even give her a kiss?” She began, leaning on the opposite side of the kitchen island where you were prying open the package. “Real cold, (y/n).”
You rolled your eyes, pointing the knife at the girl for dramatics. “This is a limited edition vinyl, with a poster, postcards, and stickers. You don't get it being this dedicated to something.”
Approaching your figure to press a kiss into your shoulder, she laughed. “Did you forget I’m literally a surgeon? It’s my job to be dedicated.”
You shook your head, lying everything out along the counter as it was carefully unwrapped. “Potato-pohtato.”
Abby pulled away from you, staring blankly at your phone screen which was currently playing random tracks from a playlist featuring music from the artist who’s vinyl you had just obtained. “(y/n) this kind of just sounds like robotic noise,” she laughed dryly. She was very much a classic rock girl through and through. It was actually your second date that she’d dragged you along to an Alice Cooper show and you fell in love with her that very night. 
You giggled at her bewilderment, “You don't get it. Wait for the lyrics to come in.” In the meantime you shifted over to the refrigerator which had been overstocked in preparation for the incoming weekend. Back at the grocery, you'd been sure there was no way in hell so much would fit in the kitchen. “Lev should be here around one yeah?”
Abby shuffled over to the kitchen sink, getting started on yesterday’s mess. “Yeah, I'm thinking we could make cabbage pancakes and tempura shrimp for lunch. Think it could be done in time for him.”
You agreed, ripping open a fresh package of shrimp to begin defrosting, followed by setting cabbage and flour on the counter beside it. You sang along to the music, ‘Relax and ease your mind because you work so much.’ you paused, leaving the open bag of flour unattended for a set of fleeting moments. “You know you really should relax, though.” Sighing, you repositioned yourself to lean against the counter, palms flat against the cold marble at your sides. “I think today is the first time in two weeks that you've been at my side when I woke up.”
Abby turned her head to respond, continuing to finish up the last dirty dish in the sink. “And how do you suggest I do that?” 
You padded over to the girl, wrapping your arms around the her from behind. Resting your head on her shoulder, “I'm not quite sure. I just know that I miss you.” Your neurosurgeon girlfriend-Doctor Anderson, you loved teasingly calling her, had been very hard to get a hold of recently. You loved the way her name rolled off of the tongue. She was sexy as hell in uniform too. On the weekends you'd occasionally turn up to drop off lunch for her. Usually you’d only get in maybe a minute of her attention since it was such a demanding job before she’d be off again with a quick ‘Thank you. I Love you.’ before promptly placing a kiss on your lips then rushing off to wherever she was needed next.
She took your left hand into hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss on the backside. “I missed you too.”
Abby dipped down to dry her hands on a hanging towel from a neighboring cabinet handle. “Your hands are so cold.” she laughed, turning around to finally engulf you in her heat.
“And you’re always so warm.” You shuddered, settling into her comforting hold as she began peppering kisses along your neckline.
“I bet I could warm you up.” She whispered, resting her chin in the crook of your neck as the two of you swayed to the music, which was now a track from Def Leppard. Her low humming was a special magic to your ears. “I love you.” 
“I love you too.” 
Abby sidestepped your figure, bringing the two of you face to face. Her hands landed on either side of your cheeks, bringing you up into hers for a peck. You could feel her smiling against your lips before another kiss. The girl’s sneaky hands had managed to navigate down your face and to your hips. She muttered quietly for you to jump, catching your form effortlessly as your legs wrapped around her waist in simple muscle memory. Your arms snaked around her neck, kissing deeply and engorging yourself on the blonde as if she’d be gone tomorrow. She backed the two of you up against one of the cabinets which acted as a sturdy backing to distribute your weight when one handed toyed with the camisole hanging loosely on your torso. Her lips attacked the skin behind your jaw, earning a labored moan as she tugged at the strap of your top in an attempt to reveal your taunt nipples.
There was a faint scraping noise, not loud enough to mean anything, but it also sounded an awful lot like a door being tinkered with. “I think I heard something.” You whispered, attempting to separate the girl from your skin.
Now taking her tongue past your collarbone, she was smiling into your skin again. She always thought it was cute how you were so attentive to every detail around you. It was the second night after Abby had moved into her new place that the two of you had fallen asleep watching a horror movie and you were awakened by the sound of falling metal in the kitchen. In fear, you shook the heavy sleeper awake to go check it out only to find that Alice had managed to knock a plate and fork onto the floor and was actively licking both items clean of the earlier dinner’s remnants. She refuted, “It's probably a squirrel or something outside.” Then you both realized it was the echo of both locks unclicking in her front door when you heard it swing open. 
“Abby?” a boy’s voice traveled down the long hall. Delicately, Abby dropped you to your feet before you darted into the nearby guest bathroom, taking a quick moment to put yourself together. The reflection before you was a horror beyond description. Abby had left fresh little splotches along your neck, red with freshness, and your hair stuck out wildly from the claw clip it had once neatly been contained by. Choosing to discard the clip, your hair fell to your shoulders and you played with it, fluffing the dark mass to disguise the indiscreet nature of Abby. During this process you listened to the two of them outside.
“Lev! How did you get here so early?” Abby inquired as you heard the swishing of fabric assumed to be the two hugging. 
Lev’s voice was muffled when he spoke. “Jerry swapped it for a standby so I left an hour earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you didn't answer your phone.” 
 After decidedly spending enough time in the bathroom you peeked around the corner, revealing yourself to Lev. Coming into view, his eyes immediately fixed on you and Abby mirrored him before walking over. “Lev, this is (y/n)”
His slightly annoyed expression grew into a grin, obviously attempting to stifle back a laugh. “Oh, now I know why you were nowhere to be found.”
You giggled, and Abby swatted at the boy’s shoulder. “Lev, you did not just say that.”
His eyebrows raised before shrugging at the girl, “She didn’t do that to herself did she?”
Abby nearly gave you whiplash as she snapped her head around for a look at your neck. You raised your hands in protest. “Hey I tried to cover it up.” Which earned a laugh back from Lev and Abby blushed wildly. She couldn't have her little brother knowing her to be such a vulgar person.
Lev could see this embarrassment and nearly doubled over in laughter. “Abby you're, like, thirty. I don't care.”
She gasped loudly before bringing him in for a bit of rough housing. “You’re four years off!” 
Abby had spent countless hours over the span of your relationship talking about her adoptive brother, describing the intricacies of his character, stressing the most important traits and even the obligatory embarrassing stories that every older sister loves to share. Of course you knew who he was, but to finally have this fabled person materialized in front of you was one hell of an experience. It was exciting and also a little nerve wrecking.
Once the two of them were done, Lev made way for your direction. “It’s good to finally meet you though, (y/n). She won’t shut up about you in the group chat.” What you didn’t know was that Lev had been just as interested in meeting you as you were in him, though he was more concerned with if you were good enough for his big sister to be putting so much time into. 
You turned to the tomato of a girl with a grin plastered across your face, “You’ve been telling your family about me?”
Lev interjected, “All the time.”
You expected the incoming weekend to be one to remember.
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rosielovesspence · 9 months ago
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I have a request. This is my first time but k love your stories. Okay what if reader is 23 and she is the secret Blossom daughter anyways she is also dating FP and she gets super jealous of Alice (who I’m sorry don’t like) anyways what if she gets down and sees maybe FP would do better without her but he changes her mind? With some smut?!! Hehehe ahh I’m so excited
I am so sorry this took so long 😭 I so forgot about it, I'm so sorry hun!!! (Also dw I totally hated Alice too) (Also I totally forgot about the Blossom's secret child so idk how they treated them, I ain't watched the show in a bit so just pretend I added that to the story) also it became MOSTLY SMUT tbh
F!reader x FP Jones
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Alice Cooper was highly unlikable. Always being around FP because of her daughter and his son was one thing, the way she constantly nagged everyone else was another reason. But you didn't need many reasons to dislike her, your first reason was well enough. She was always around your man FP. At first it was a mild annoyance, and soon it was every second.
So you decided you felt stupid. You kept your distance from FP, you were absolutely downed, thinking about breaking up with him so he could go date Alice, it made sense after all, you were a bit young. Keeping your distance worked well at first, for the first two days he was too busy to notice, but after a while he was calling all the time, showing up unexpectedly, he was trying to find out what was wrong. "Honey, you gotta talk to me, you can't hide forever." He mumbled while he was standing in front of you at your job. "I'm not hiding, nothing's going on, go spend time with Alice."
Okay, so maybe your sadness and insecurity fronted themselves as anger. You had snapped at him and he looked like a kicked puppy for a second before his eyes glimmered with recognition. "Oh, dear, is that what's wrong?" You just turn to the clock, hoping to check the time until you leave. "Five minutes." FP says quickly, already knowing you well enough. "And as soon as you're clocked out you're coming home with me."
And so with barely any room to argue, that's exactly what happened, once you clocked out he took you home with him. You felt absolutely stupid, sitting on the edge of his bed while he stood in front of you, looking down at you. "Look, i-" you couldn't even finish, as he quickly sank to his knees right in front of you. "No." He said quickly pressing a kiss to your right leg. "No?" You asked and he nodded, kissing further up your leg, gently spreading your legs before sucking a hickey into your inner thigh.
"Yes, I said no." He turned his attention to your other leg, kissing, licking, and nipping hickeys into your pretty skin. "You don't even know what I was about to say." Your sentence comes out breathy, stutter filled as you try your best to not become absolutely soaked at the sight before you. He just looks up at you for a moment before speaking, "I know exactly what you were gonna say," his tone is harsh, strict, and absolutely sexy, "it was gonna be about Alice, and I don't wanna hear it."
His tone alone has you ready to give up your endeavors, he stands up in front of you however and you decide to keep pushing. "FP-" you're quickly cut off again, his rough lips against yours, hands roughly grabbing at your hips. "No more talking." He mumbles against your lips. You again decided to push your luck, leaning back to protest but the second you even tried to speak he gently pushed you down onto the bed. "No more talking." He repeats, tone much more strict than before, if it's even possible it made you wetter too. "Now, do I gotta fuck this little idea out of your head or are you a smart girl who can get rid of it yourself?" That was a comment no one else could possibly get away with, but FP was different, his condescending tone was something laced with sweetness somehow.
"Need your help." You mumbled, and he smiled, hands gently rubbing your thigh. "Good girl." Was his reply, leaning down to kiss you as his hand slowly travelled up your leg. It went past your inner thigh and slowly his fingers pressed against your panties, the wet fabric making him smile as he pushed them aside, fingers teasing your clit. "Good girl, so ready for me." He praised, slowly sinking two fingers into you, watching your nose scrunch in pleasure as you let out small whines. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of you, watching you moan beneath him. "Good girl, look at your pretty face, the only face I wanna see."
He sped up his fingers, making you let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure. "There it is, oh, that's my favorite sound. Something no one else could achieve." You couldn't even reply, on the brink of crying at his praise, he was slowly making the insecurity fall away. Who else could ever imagine he'd be in love with another woman while he's saying such things about you? And soon you feel that coil snap, and you hear more praise. "Oh, just dirtying my fingers, aren't ya? Mhm, doing so good." He coos, praise making your head spin as his fingers come up and he sucks your juices off of them like the sweetest nectar.
"Think you can handle anymore?" Always the gentleman, making sure you're ready for him completely. Making sure to give you time, you nod and he smiles softly. Taking off your panties completely he flips your skirt up, looking down at the prettiness that is you, leaning down to kiss you once more before leaning back again, undoing his belt.
That had been hours ago, he was still plunging into you, moaning at your tight walls around him. "Good girl, my only girl, only girl I want." You whined at such words, face buried in a pillow while he held your hips up to fuck you from behind. "Taking me so good, the only girl that could take me this good" he praised. "Only girl that could make me want you this much, only girl so irresistible." His praises were mixed with your whined of pleasure, his small grunts of pleasure. He finished with one thrust, filling you up, smiling down at your shaking form.
"Good girl." He praised sweetly, kissing your shoulder, pulling out and laying you in a more comfortable position. "My girl, my only girl." He praised, peppering soft kisses across your face. "Ready to give up your silly idea?" You nodded, cuddling against him and laying your face against his chest. "Yeah, it was really stupid anyway." He smiled broadly, "ain't that the truth." He kissed you once more before you fell asleep. Happy and content in the arms of a man who you were now certain, was yours and only yours.
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boundbyeclipse · 3 months ago
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hiii can you write smut number 5 with current James????
black velvet
genre : smut
word count : 1227
tags : current!james, female!reader, age difference (not specified how much), reader is a tattoo artist, a little rough james, semi-public sex (i think?), that’s about it
from the prompt list : 5. “don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear you”
a/n : sooo i saw a photo of James getting a tattoo done and i thought hey, that’s a perfect idea for one of my requests! it really stuck to me and i had to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one x
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‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper played in the background after you returned from your dinner break at work. You hummed along to the lyrics while lightly bopping your head to the beat. You absolutely loved rock and metal, so the playlist used at work always consisted of bands who did exactly those genres. It always gave you motivation and boosts for some energy, no matter if you were sad, angry or irritated.
While preparing for your next client, the sound of the entrance door opening and closing reached your ears. Technically, it was just a bit too early to show up, but hey, this one’s a regular and you didn’t mind at all.
“Hey there” you greeted him while putting some black gloves on your hands.
“Hey. Mind me showing up before I should?”
You gave him a warm smile, shaking your head left to right.
“Nope. You can come take a seat actually, I’ll go print out the tattoo and get more ink”
“Alright” James smiled back, hanging his jacket on the rack and making his way to the big, comfortable leather chair. He watched you walking around and you didn’t quite pay any attention to him, at least at first. Or, you just didn’t want to.
No matter how many times you’ve done tattoos on this man in the past few years, there has always been some sort of a tension between you both. It wasn’t anything like what you’ve had before with other men. They might have complimented you, made you smile, even blush, but none of them put you in such a vulnerable position with their presence alone. And there have been many times where his eyes would pierce right through you in the middle of getting his skin drawn on, creating the impression of him wanting to do some things to you. The lust was purely emitting from him the whole time. And you cannot forget about those moments when his fingertips would brush against your skin, making you shiver and think of scenarios in your head that were not so innocent. Sure, he was much older than you, but that didn’t stop either of you from craving each other every time.
Not too long after, you were already seated next to James, with his hand extended out as you were drawing lines on his skin.
My, oh my, did those large hands of his drove you insane.
“You got any more people coming after me?” he suddenly asked, his blue eyes hinting at something.
“Nope, you are the last one today. Puts my mind at ease knowing my last client is a regular. No need to overthink”
One side of his mouth curved up into a small smirk.
“Are you sure your mind is at ease? Because I can feel you’re all tensed up”
You swallowed and bit your lower lip hard after he said that. Trying to hide your growing frustration, you giggled.
“Maybe I am, I’ve been here since seven in the morning, you know”
He cocked an eyebrow up, not quite believing what you were saying. James could clearly see how you bit your lip, adjusted in your seat and giggled due to getting thrown back by his comment.
“It’s kind of easy to tell that it’s not because of the work. You don’t need to hide it”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and your body froze for a moment before you looked up at him and asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I know you secretly think about all the possible ways I could use my hands on you,” you could not believe what he just said, but it was totally true, “it’s written all over your face. Even your body language gives it away with how you shake, squirm in your seat, how you breathe heavier when I’m around. I know you think of me”
“James, don’t-“
“Just finish the tattoo first, then you can explain yourself”
Not even ten minutes later, you had your body pinned against the door of your break room, with no way to escape the tall man who hovered over you. His hands roamed your body while he kissed your neck, sucking on the sensitive spots to make you even weaker. The way he held you by your hip against the door made you so vulnerable and so turned on, that you could not help but moan into the heated kiss.
With one swift move, James opened the door behind you and the both of you walked backwards, still all over each other until the back of your calves hit the lounge couch that was in the room. James helped you with taking your shirt off, leaving you in a black lace bra. You sat down and watched James from below, eyes full of desperation and need, looking right into his own. He removed his shirt and tossed it away, unbuckling his jeans and unzipping them, then hovering above you as he laid you down slowly, but with rough kisses and a tight grip on your waist.
Your hand reached into his jeans and you cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, giving it a couple squeezes as James groaned in response. He was big, thick and hard, and you could feel yourself getting so wet that it started to hurt. You really needed him.
With no clothes left on your bodies, he was now inside you, moving his hips as he watched your face, loving the way your eyes rolled back with each thrust. The way your back arched, your naked bodies touching against each other, it put you in such a trance. Every second of it - you just loved.
With your moans becoming louder, you felt a little embarrassed, and your hand found its way to your mouth to silence yourself. But James wasn’t going to let you hide.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you”
Carefully, he took your hand and now had both of your hands pinned above your head. Your moans filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to feel every single inch of his length in you. Almost to the point where you could barely take it.
“I can’t- I can’t take it”
“Yes, you can. Just hang on for a little bit more for me, okay?”
You gave him a nod in response, eyes watery and lips parted as you breathed heavily, your high hitting you right then and there. It happened so quickly, that you could not even tell James that you were close.
Another moan slipped out of his mouth as you coated him in your juices, your walls pulsing whilst he was still inside you, able to feel everything.
“Almost there” he told you as he gave you his final thrusts before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. Both of you were panting, with small beads of sweat on your foreheads and hair all messed up. But as soon as you got your breathing back to normal, it was time to clean up and go home. Though, James just wasn’t quite keen on leaving you so soon.
“I’ll give you a ride back home, so don’t worry about taking a bus in this weather” he gave you a warm smile as he put his jacket on and waited for you at the entrance door.
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nyrasbloodyclover · 6 months ago
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a hot welcome (modern!aegon targaryen x reader)
cw: smut, p in v, fingering, reader is a virgin, aegon targaryen is a perv, daeron bff,
a/n: i am not really satisfied with this, but i had to finish it. anyway, i am logging out for some time. see you soon!
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"I need you to help me pack, Daeron."
"No you don't, do it yourself. In case you forgot, I have to pack too."
Since you two became friends in freshman year, you were inseparable. You helped each other study, you hung out all the time and now he asked you to accompany him on his trip to visit his family, since they lived across the country.
"I thought you were finished! We have to leave in an hour!"
"This is why you don't have any friends. You think anyone would want to put up with this?"
"And this is why you don't have a girlfriend!"
You could've gone for hours like that, but it was really time to go.
Thirty minutes later, you were finished, and on your way.
The flight was pretty short, and you felt the nerves kicking in. The main reason Daeron asked you to come with him was that he didn't really like his family. Especially his brothers.
And from the stories you heard, you weren't a fan of them either.
Aegon was a drunk and a pervert (not Daeron's exact words, but your conclusion) and Aemond was cold and distant, emotionally unavailable probably.
Helaena was fine, she even visited a couple of times. Daeron rarely came home and his mother was very worried. She made him promise that he'd come once the school year was over.
You really had no other friends. You were glad you met him, but other people tend to be loud and too much work. You hated that.
Alicent picked you up from the airport, visibly on edge, because she wasn't very present during Daeron's childhood, but he never mentioned it. Not once. He was asking about his siblings and their pets and Alicent's new potential boyfriends. He was really nice and you loved him because of that. You tried to join their conversation, but failed so you kept quiet until you came home.
Once you got into the house Helaena was the one who greeted you, with a smile and a spider crawling up her arm.
"Oh my god! Wait, you have—" I tried to brush the little creature off, but she just laughed.
"That's my new pet. Wanna hold him?"
"Uh... Yeah, sure." She was kind and you really liked Helaena, you'd also like to get to know her better.
"Stop bothering her, sister. She just got here." It was an unfamiliar male voice and he was walking down the stairs.
Unkept shoulder length hair, dirty mouth and half closed eyes? Yes, that was Aegon.
"Why? So that you could bother her? Leave us alone."
You recognized him from Daeron's stories and he wasn't exaggerating, everything was on point. You could practically feel, not the mockery, but the perverse part of him coming to the surface.
"Hi. Aegon, right?"
His smile was twisted. "And for how long will this pretty thing be staying with us, Daeron?" He was walking over to the kitchen and your friend frowned at his brother.
"Aegon, don't."
"What?" He laughed, "It was merely a question."
Later that day, Daeron showed you your room, it was a guest room, larger than the apartment you shared with Daeron. His family was pretty wealthy.
If you'd only looked at Aegon, you could never tell.
While you were unpacking, you sensed someone's presence behind you, but before you could turn around, he was already sitting on your bed, looking like a very happy puppy. Who might do things to you if you let him.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, at least I think so. If you cooperate."
"Have you been drinking?"
"No," he giggled, he actually giggled.
"Would you please get out?"
Aegon got up and instead of leaving the room, he closed the door. You two were alone in your temporary bedroom.
"Aegon. Please get out, I don't want anything to do with you." But that was a lie. A big, fat, lie.
You wanted him to ruin you to your core, until there is nothing left for him to take. You never even had your first kiss.
It was the attention. Nobody gave you this much attention in your life, at least not in that way.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire..."
"You are so drunk. Isn't it almost dinner time? Are you going out?"
"No. Just came here...For you."
He stepped closer towards you and the back of your knees hit the bed. If he decides to come any closer, you'll have to crawl over your bed which you don't plan on doing.
Aegon could practically smell the innocence on you. It made him go mad. It made him go into his room and drink the whole bottle of wine in a heartbeat, only to be brought into your room, while you were bending over that bed, unpacking.
Daeron warned him, but he didn't give a shit. He's going to have you, one way or another.
Now you were all flushed, waiting for his next move and he didn't plan on wasting any more moments.
His hands were in your hair and in a second he was pulling you in and kissing you, devouring you and Aegon tried to slip his tongue inside your mouth, but you were still too stubborn.
You pulled away, pressing a hand over your mouth, like you've done something sinful. He loved the taste of you, and he wanted more of it.
"You..." You couldn't even look at him. How he wanted to spread you on that very bed until you can't walk.
He was ready to continue, but there was a knock on the door. Daeron.
"Dinner is ready. Mother already called, but I wasn't sure if you heard..."
"Coming!" You managed to get out, but your voice was shaky. Your face was burning.
During the dinner everyone ate silently, and at some point you could feel Aegon's knee brush against yours while he watched you from across the table. You tried to remain calm but your face grew hotter every second. You crossed your legs and he didn't fail to miss it.
His drunken eyes wandered over you, especially your cleavage in a shirt that was a bit more revealing. You forgot about it, but then cursed yourself for wearing it in such a moment.
It was thankfully over soon and you got to shower, finally! You were just finishing washing your hair when you heard the door open.
Aegon couldn't see anything, but you were paralyzed.
He took off his shirt and you had to admit, you wanted to be able to see somehow. You had no idea what his deal was, but it made your knees tremble.
"Aegon, what is it?"
"Nothing." You could see the outline of his body, he was completely naked now and he was walking towards you.
"Stop. I'm getting out. Give me a towel."
To your surprise, he obeyed and tossed you a large towel to wrap around your body. When you slid the door open his naked body flashed you, but you prepared mentally, so you didn't react, and certainly did not look anywhere besides his face and the smug expression he was giving you.
Despite your best efforts, you saw black ink of his tattoos and that was the last straw, you bolted from the bathroom.
It wasn't until you were in your room that you remembered you left your clean clothes there.
You cursed yourself, but took a spare shirt you had and used it as a pajama.
You peeked from your room to see if the bathroom was empty, and when you saw the light was out, you ran to get your things, but what took you by surprise is that the clothes were still there, all except for your underwear. Which was at the top of the pile.
Maybe you left them in your room, you didn't know, but you were too tired to care, anyway, so you got under the covers and took some time to read your book. You were so close to drifting away, but a strange noise awoke you. Like someone was in pain. It was the room beside yours.
No, not in pain, you realized, embarrassed. It was male moaning and occasional whimpering. And it was Aegon.
Was it possible that you got the room that was so close to his? You knew that he was doing that on purpose, touching himself, just to make you even more flustered.
You had trouble sleeping that night, refusing to acknowledge the pain and wetness between your legs. You woke up around four in the morning and decided to drink some cold water and try to calm down. Your heart was hammering against your chest, remembering the sounds of pleasure Aegon was making.
You opened your door, but before you could go down the stairs, you felt someone's hand on your mouth, pulling you backwards, until you were in another room. You didn't even get to panic properly. But of course, when you turned, it was Aegon who was smiling at you. It was almost dark in his room.
"What the fuck?" You whispered.
He didn't answer, but he did pull you towards him and start kissing you, no, swallowing your face would be more appropriate. It caught you off guard, but you weren't mad. You wanted him to take control, you were desperate for it.
"Ever been fucked?" He mumbled in between kissing.
"N...No," you breathed out, every part of your rationality leaving, there was just him, only him. He grinned and seemed quite satisfied with your answer. He wanted to be the one who is going to destroy you.
Just in your shirt, it was easy for him to start touching you immediately, not having to remove any clothing. You gasped at the feeling of his fingertips.
You ended up on his bed, not being able to see clearly, dizzy from the sight of him.
His fingers pulled your underwear to the side and slowly touched your clit, using your wetness to prepare you for him after slipping one finger inside of you.
"We are just getting started. Relax," he whispered the last word in your ear as his finger slid in and out. Aegon kissed your neck and collarbones, just to soothe you before slipping in another finger. He did his best to stretch your walls before entering you.
"Aegon," you covered your mouth with your hand, remembering where you were and who might hear you.
He looked at you like you were a piece of meat he was ready to butcher.
Telling you nothing more, you suddenly felt him rubbing himself against your folds. Teasing you at your entrance, making you squirm beneath him.
"I was going to wait. I really was." He grunted, but continued, "I couldn't do it, it was a perfect opportunity and this is how you're going to spend every night in this house."
Your hips moved, needing him to touch you, bury himself deep inside you. And that's precisely what he did.
He went slow. Just the tip, and then he went deeper and deeper, the pain growing, but it was quickly switched with pleasure.
He slammed his dick inside you, making you cry out in pain, not yet accustomed to him. "You're going to ride me so well, I know it." Aegon's fingers dig deep into your hips.
He even forgot to take off your panties, it was stretched to the side while he kept going in and out, without mercy.
You dragged your nails against his bare back, leaving red marks behind. You realized he probably slept just in his underwear.
He pulled himself out of you, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness.
"Shh, it's okay, come here," he gestured towards himself. Aegon was now laying down and you supposed you knew what he wanted. You were scared.
"But I've never— I don't know how—"
"Nonsense." He guided your hips towards his cock and pulled you down on him, again, very slowly and then started moving you in the rhythm that was good enough for both of you.
You continued as he showed you, his hands were on your ass, squeezing until it hurt.
You felt him deep, throwing your head back, but keeping your mouth shut.
Aegon grunted, but then a moan escaped his mouth, "Do it faster." And you tried to listen to him, you gave him your best and he seemed satisfied enough.
When you reached your peak, you stopped moving completely, letting yourself squeeze him, your thighs trembling. Aegon held your hips in place and then pulled out, but continued to rub himself on your still sensitive clit.
Your moans were what set him off and he came all over his and your stomach, gasping for air once you both fell on the bed beside each other.
"I am going to teach you so many things."
You just hoped nobody finds out. And when you turned your head you saw your missing underwear, sitting on top of Aegon's nightstand still wet.
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punk-in-docs · 4 months ago
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🕸️ Pretty Girls Make Graves 🕸️
Eddie x Pencils - 🎃 Halloween 🎃one shot
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Summary: pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween one shot with our dearest Eddie x Pencils. Enjoy. Pure fluff. A tiny suggestion of smut at the end. Inspired by this lovely photo set & this prompt post that got me off my ass to write again.
Also another shoutout to the gorgeous @tvserie-s-world who made this amazing Eddie x Pencils edit that I’m still gooey over. 🖤
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“So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?”Came a cocky taunt as soon as the trailer door swung open after your knock.
It’s usual rusty-screeching melody preceding its occupants flirty remark. The sound of the Smiths comes slithering out the creaking door behind him. The tape you bought that got lost in the avalanche of both your cassettes that slide and slip, congregate on his passenger seat.
He will not smile for anyone. And pretty girls make graves.
The lanky shadow of your boyfriend cuts across the warm yellow glow of the lights that slant out the doorway behind him. His costume makes you grin. Sheer moronic love.
You stood halfway up the steps. Candles flickering and throwing dozy pools orange in Jack-o-lanterns across the toes of your boots. They’re all wonky and have imperfect slanted mouths and jagged eyes. Loping together on the uneven porch steps. Fat orange gourds all drunk with gravity.
The very same pumpkins you’d helped him carve a week ago, after a misty morning weekend trip to Merill’s pumpkin farm. Eddie had the rather dastardly and determined habit of choosing pumpkins bigger and heavier than his actual van tires. You ended up with so many.
Your kitchen has smelt like squelchy pumpkin innards all week. You’re still finding seeds cropping up under the toaster or in the corner of the cabinets. As per Eddie’s way with most things, It wasn’t exactly a neat process.
You can’t help but laugh at his greeting too.
“I distinctly remember making plans to invade the spooky neck of your woods tonight, my little death trap.” You smile as you edge your way up the sloping steps. Holding a huge pumpkin shaped bucket of candy in your arms. The contents rustle as you move.
Everyone’s touting pumpkin buckets tonight. Driving in and even on the street back home, you saw a load of elementary kids walking around the park in their costumes. Ghosts in bedsheets. Aliens. Bats. One very ambitious papier maché pumpkin. Superhero’s. Clowns. Home made astronauts clad in crinkly tin foil and bulbous helmets. All wandering with an adult in tow and buckets clutched in their hands, ready to be filled.
You opted for a simple witch costume. Stripy tights and your dark thrifted docs. A black dress with a little cape tied around your shoulders and a witches hat. You applied dark purple-plum lipstick and dark smudgey grey eyeshadow, and liner. Your eyelids glitter like purple constellations. He finds stars to gaze at so often in those pretty eyes.
Eddie had gone for an Alice Cooper inspired look. Top hat. The dripping dark eye makeup that you’re amazed he managed all on his own. Hair it’s usual long rocker mess. Gothic black and lots of it. A huge goth belt with studs and buckles. You spy a cane grasped by his side too. A fake toy snake looped around his neck. Just like the man himself. He really does go all out.
The fringe benefit being he looks hot as hell to your eyes.
“You’ve got me under your spell, O’ bewitching one. How could I possibly resist.” He opened his arms out to you as you came to the last step.
“Bet you say that to every witch who shows up at your door on hallows eve.” You smile. Unashamedly grab the snake that’s looped around his neck and reel him in by it.
“Only ones who bought me jolly ranchers.” He preens. He can see the multi coloured hue of the wrapped candy in the huge bowl you’re carrying.
At the same time, he plucks the flimsy pointed witches hat off your head so the brim doesn’t get in his way. You unconsciously move towards the same goal together. It’s spooky. Sometimes it’s like you have the same brain. You’re one entity mashed together in a frenzy of melding hearts, music mania and relentless adolescent infatuation.
He lopes forwards and gladly slots his slanting smirk onto yours. Tasting of orange sweet candy corn and beer. His thumb and forefinger meet on your chin. Your hand slid for his neck. Fingertips along his jaw as you share a giddying kiss. You mouth at the plushness of his lips. He does the same to you.
You pull back before he makes you swoon dangerously down these steps. His kiss should come with a warning sign; dangerously addictive metal head. May possess body and soul.
You can tell already that you’ll have to wave goodbye to this lipstick. It’s now smeared all around your mouth and most of his. Now he looks like Alice Cooper doing nine to ten in Arkham Asylum.
“Hello.” You beam. Rubbing smudged purple off his lips. Vamptastic Plum the colour name.
“Hi.” He smirks like a lunatic. End of his nose rubbing into yours where he gazes at you.
He does it a lot. It’s honestly so lovesick you should be kinda nauseated.
When you’re studying. Watching a movie. Eating popcorn or pizza. Every now and again he’ll just rest his chin in his hand and smile all warm and stupid at you. Cheeks bunched and crows feet at his eyes. Even when you have paint flecked across your forehead. Or pizza cheese slung in a string across your chin. Or when you’re frowning at your fingers when you smear your nail drying polish. He loves watching you just be near him.
It always ends the same way. You’ll feel his eyes burning their fond cinnamon gaze into you. You’ll turn and meet his eyes. And that smile lopes even wider. He’ll loop a pinky though yours and kiss the back of your hand. Or your forehead.
“Permission to enter your lair?” You seek.
“Thought only vamps had to ask permission to come in?” He flirts with you. Eyes on your mouth again. Your lips all kiss bruised makes him ache. In fact, makes another sort of serpent twitch in his jeans.
“Misdirection. I am actually a vampire. The witch outfit is a clever disguise to work my cunning way into unsuspecting trailers.” You raise your brows naughtily.
He grins. “Clever subterfuge.”
He slips aside from the door to let you come in. Another kiss pressed to your lips before he lets you sidle on past him. He hangs your witches hat on the coat rack with his spare jacket and Wayne’s denim.
“Need me to park your broom?” He jests.
“Left it in the car with my black cat. You’re safe.”
“How many more witchy jokes could we stretch this out too?”
“I reckon I’ve a few left knocking around…” you guess. Placing the bucket of candy on the kitchen counter. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t pilfer the whole lot before Wayne’s home. You hope he leaves his uncle a treat or two. And doesn’t scarf the lot like a damn seagull.
This trailer hugs you any time you enter. You thought that when you and Eddie started dating. And you still think it now. Capital H home. This place. Filled with his and Wayne’s memorabilia. And a few more other things tonight;
You haven’t seen your boyfriend as much of late. He’s been out hitting the teenage party circuits with his metal lunchbox. Making a healthy chunk of change by the looks of it. He’s strung up plenty of decorations to help pep this place up with Halloween spirit.
There’s pumpkin paper garlands arced in loops up high. Orange and black twisting streamers over the mug shelves. Fake rubbery bats hanging down from the kitchen island cupboards. Dancing skeletons hanging on the little spare space the walls have to offer. The coffee table is cleared of its usual junk and absolutely heaped in candy and snacks.
Butterfingers. Butter popcorn. Pretzels. Red vines. Cheez balls. Mallomars. All of which happen to be your favourites. He has two cold beers side by side. And a fat tight joint sits waiting in the ashtray too.
He’s even bought those fake filmy cobwebs to spread in a few places with fake plastic spiders - to join in with the real ones dusted around in forgotten corners.
All your tensions melt down right to your toes. All is right with the world. Halloween night. No school tomorrow. And Eddie. And a whole uninterrupted night of movies and bliss. You’ve lost count of the amount of times a movie night has ended up getting dirty on his couch. Tape flicking to the end whilst you’re attached lip to lip with wandering hands.
You sigh gladly as you stand to toe off your shoes. Putting them aside. Heat slides into your stomach all squirly and scorching as he stands from behind you and his hand reach around and skilfully undo the cape around your shoulders.
“Let’s get you comfy my temptress of the night. Beer?” He seeks. Throwing your cape over his shoulder. It lands nowhere even near the coat rack.
“Yes please my lovable nightmare.” You sass. You walk over to the couch. Spying an absolute mound of VHS’s ready to go by the TV. The colour seemed to dip in and out sometimes. The set was old. Eddie had to whack the side sometimes to get it to behave. You find it more endearing than a set that worked seamlessly.
You pluck pieces of popcorn out the bowl and throw them onto your tongue. Crunch them down as you sit with your knees tucked under you.
Eddie kills the music and slings himself down next to you on the lumpy couch. Frame squeaking and rattling as he settles.
“Damn. You got a great selection, Munson. What did you do, bribe Harrington with your soul to score all this?” You remark as you peer at the videos on the coffee table.
1941 Wolfman. Christopher Lee’s Dracula. The Fog. Halloween. House on Haunted Hill. And Friday the 13th. You loved old school movies as much as he did. The old swelling suspense of a good black and white.
“Nothin major. Just a little selling of my body and charms. Deviant sexual acts. Just so you know I’ll have raw knees for a month.”
“Mm you filthy slut.” You hush. Impressed.
“Finest slut in the Midwest.”
“So I’ve heard.” You grin. Leaning in to kiss him. Seemed too infeasible not too. He cups the back of your head as you do. Keeping you close as he dares. Sweet kiss like icing sugar dusted across your lips.
He makes a small ‘mmm’ noise before you pull back.
“Besides. I consider The Fog a film that makes me think fondly of our very early courtship.” He remarks.
Snoopy bed shorts. A tin of Campbells. His lunatic escapades of climbing in your window late at night.
“And, well, only the best for you, Pencils.” He grins.
You tilt your head. A sigh caught in your throat.
“You must’ve busted your ass to get all this. You didn’t need too. You know I don’t need all this. I’m happy just to watch crappy reruns with you and order a pizza.” You tell him.
Concerned about the cash he would’ve laid out for tonight. The decor. The snacks. The primo shit from Rick. All must’ve cost a pretty penny.
“You’re worth every damn cent. When you’re dating a spooky awesome girl you gotta put in the ultimate spooky effort.” He tells you. Gripping his beer bottle and leaning back.
You clink your beer bottle to his.
“Please tell me you overcharged those meathead jocks for your product.”
“…. And then some.” He winks.
That’s my boy. You couldn’t be more proud.
“I’ll drink to that.” You murmur. Taking a pull on your cold beer. Cool heaven sliding down your throat.
“Thanks to Tina’s party last week, I mean, man, I scored big time. So many stoners invited. Walk in the park.” He smiled.
That deserved a kiss. Which you gladly give.
“Kinda love you for that.” You suppose. But there were no two ways about it - you were completly head over heels for him.
“Good to know.” He supplies. Hand rubbing your back.
“We better put a video on before I maul you.” You threaten with a great deal of flirt. Dragging your purple painted fingernails down the front of his top.
“Mmm kinky.” He grins. Leaning over to press a spitty kiss to your cheek. Before diving for the pile of VHS.
“Ok, roughly how long do you wanna argue about which one we watch first?” He seeks.
You narrow your eyes. Taking a sip back of your beer. “Depends if I win or not.” You look at him all cunning.
“House on haunted hill?” He bargains. Crouching and pointing the VHS at you.
“Don’t point that thing at me.” You smile. Stealing another handful of popcorn. Eating it with a grin.
Let the bickering commence…
~
The credits rolled to your third film of the night. Halloween the 1978 original. Orange twinkle lights flicker in the warm yellow lights near the kitchen. The rest of the trailer in dozy darkness. The sounds of kids trick or treating and laughing, batter against the trailer side in the night air.
You magnanimously let him pick the film. Maybe you’re growing soft in your old age.
This found you and Eddie slumped down together on the ratty couch. Limbs tangled. Joint smouldering in the ashtray. Verdant smoke in the air. Beer bottles empty. Only popcorn kernels left in the bottom of the bowl. The snacks had been pilfered and pinched at your leisure.
Eddie was pressed down onto you like a lanky weighted blanket. Snoozing happily with a belly full of beer and cheez balls. Socked feet hanging off the end of the couch. Hands slung all over you like a gangly octopus. He’s currently letting out content little breathy snores with his head cushioned against your boobs. A little spit of drool by the side of his mouth.
He’d nodded off sometime around Michael Myers fifth victim with the boyfriend and the blonde pigtails. You’d been carding your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. Made his eyes flick back in his head.
You swear he was one step away from twitching his foot in contentment like a canine at the work of your hands. Made his brain short circuit.
More so when he was on Indica. Just the kinda hit he needed for a slow sleepy and spooky night in. You can’t deny you’re fighting the effects of it yourself.
A couple of puffs. Eyelids drowsy. Your limbs feeling like cotton stuffed pillows. Indolent and slow. And now you’ve got your perfect metal head keeping you pressed down.
“Guess the party circuit wiped you for six, huh babe?” You smile. Thumbing his cheek. He mumbled something incomprehensible.
You shift your leg up. Which tumbles his knee more into your lap. He snuffled. Nuzzling his head further onto you. His breath was all sugary red vines, and fruity weed.
You kept on stroking his hair. Leaning forward to nuzzle a kiss to the crown of his messy hair. Apple shampoo and that lost tang of American spirits.
“Edward?” You ask.
You get a sleepy, sticky gurgle from him.
“I’ve got a really nice bra and panties set on under this dress, y’know.” You whisper at him.
Another mumble. You smile and rest your cheek on his warm head.
“You’ll have to let me move to put the next movie in, babe.” You tell.
“No. S’comfy.”
Then you hear him grumble. “Boobs.”
“Great boobs.”
You chuckle. Honestly.
“Knock yourself out. Munson. You smile.
Shifting down to let sleep come and gently take you too.
“Oh, and Happy Halloween.” You add. Letting your eyes close. Letting the static at the end of the video ebb you softly into dreams. Along with the sound of wind kindly rattling the roof. Brushing along the walls outside. All the trick or treaters have been coerced indoors. Safe inside with their candy spoils.
Much later on. You hear the rustle of clothes and feel the heat of his breath. The warmth of his limbs leeches off you when he moves. Coldness sneaks in.
You wake with bleary-sticky eyes to those brown ones staring back at you. Cheeks all flushed. The tell-tale sign of a tented zipper bursting at his crotch.
That dripping eye make up looks smeared and downright dangerous. He looks absolutely ravishing and you suddenly shake off your tiredness to see him looking so good like this.
“You said something about a bra, Pencils…” he smiles. “Be a shame not to show it off now-“ He beams. Waggles his brows.
“Heard that did you?” Your brow crooks.
Happy Halloween, indeed.
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The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles
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dracula’s hungry
warnings: soft!dom!alex (ish), smut, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), period stuff
word count: 5.4k
He never really understood why he threw himself into the whole Halloween thing with such intensity every year. Maybe it was the spectacle of it all, the chance to be someone else for a night. He’d spend weeks, months even, obsessing over his costume, as if it really mattered. It never did, though. By the end of the night, he’d always regret it.
Like tonight. 
He trailed about ten steps behind you, limping slightly because his boots were rubbing his feet raw. The oversized, stiff leather had seemed like a good idea when he first planned the outfit, but now every step was a painful reminder of his poor choices. His wig, which had been an itchy, tangled mess of cheap black hair meant to give him some rockstar edge, Alice Cooper, or something close enough, was clutched in his fist. It had been driving him mad since he put it on, and he finally gave up. Now he just looked ridiculous, like some half-done version of a Halloween cliché, with smeared eyeliner and the remnants of his costume hanging in tatters around him. 
He glanced down at the wig and considered chucking it into one of the bins lining the street. It would be satisfying in the moment, but what was the point? It was a shit party anyway. 
You hadn’t even stayed long. The music was too loud, the crowd too chaotic. He’d barely gotten a drink down before you turned to him, your eyes saying everything you didn’t have to. “Can we just go home?” you asked. He didn’t even need a reason, he was more than down for it. The second you mentioned leaving, he didn’t ask why. He didn’t care. If anything, he was relieved. 
He followed you now, watching the way your costume moved with the sway of your hips, feeling a little guilty for not telling you how great you looked tonight. But the weight of his own annoyance hung over him, making it hard to say much of anything.
The night was cool, the air damp with the scent of wet pavement. You led the way, a ghost of a smile flickering at the corner of your lips as you glanced over your shoulder, slowing just enough for him to catch up. Even though you’d left the party early, you didn’t seem disappointed at all. Maybe you knew he wasn’t having fun. Maybe you just wanted him all to yourself tonight.
Either way, he didn’t mind. The costume could rot in a corner somewhere for all he cared. He just wanted to get home, peel off the rest of this nightmare outfit, and collapse with you.
He quickened his pace, falling in step beside you, his hand brushing against yours. “That bad, huh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked him over, taking in his state.
“Worse.” he muttered, letting out a breath. “I think I’m done with Halloween for good.”
You laughed softly, and the sound of it warmed him in a way the night air couldn’t. “You say that every year, Alex.”
“And I mean it every year.”
“Sure you do.” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.
When you two finally got home, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you seemed to echo in the quiet space. You sighed, bending down to take off your shoes, relieved to be free of them after a night of walking. The costume was starting to feel as cumbersome as Alex’s, but you were more than ready to unwind and put the night behind you.
Just as you balanced on one foot, pulling off your second shoe, you felt it. A light slap on your ass, followed by a familiar, playful pressure as Alex’s hips thrust into you from behind. His hands snaked around your waist, firm and insistent, pulling you back against him. His front bent down to align with your back, lips hovering just above your neck.
“Alex!” you gasped, not sure whether to be annoyed or laugh at how predictable he was.
“We should have sex.” he murmured against your bare shoulder, his voice low, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
You sat up, leaning back against his chest, but you didn’t pull away from his hold. “No.”
“Yes.” he countered, not missing a beat, his breath warm against your neck.
“Can’t.” you replied simply, though your resolve was already starting to crumble with the way his hands slid across your waist, tracing the curve of your hips.
Alex’s lips curled into a smirk as he pressed himself closer, his hands slipping lower. “I think I’m very capable of having sex with you.” he muttered, voice thick, his body already moving against yours like he was ready to prove it.
You let out a soft laugh, finally turning around in his arms to face him. “Period, you horny bitch. That’s why I wanted to leave.” you said, giving him a pointed look.
He blinked, a spark of realisation crossing his face before a grin spread slowly across his lips. “Fits the occasion.” he said, completely unbothered, shrugging like it was the most logical thing he could think of. “What’s so bad about getting a little bloody?”
Your jaw dropped in mock horror as he bit down on your neck, playfully channelling his best Dracula impression, already looking like a 21st century reincarnation of him.
“That’s gross, Alex.” you said, half-laughing, half-sighing, though the sensation of his teeth on your skin made it hard to push him away.
“Don’t care.” he said with a wicked grin, his grip on you tightening as he started to take small, clumsy steps forward, guiding you with him. You stumbled together, his hands never leaving your body, your legs tangling up as you nearly toppled over, catching yourself against his chest.
“Consider me the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles.” he continued, lips brushing your ear. “Who’s trying out for a band, obviously.”
“Obviously.” you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as his words got more ridiculous by the second. “You are unbelievable.”
“And irresistible.” he added, clearly pleased with himself as he pressed his forehead to yours, locking his gaze with yours. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, the tension between you electric, fueled by his playful persistence and the heat still buzzing from the party.
Despite everything, you could feel yourself melting against him, your body responding to the warmth of his touch and the way his lips hovered so close to yours, daring you to give in. You knew you weren’t going to win this one, but you let him have his moment anyway, because his relentless charm was working its magic on you, as always.
As Alex’s mouth moved against yours, the remnants of his smudged face paint became a mess between you, slick and greasy as it smeared over your chin, probably even mingling between your mouths. You could taste it, a hint of something synthetic and oily, but it was quickly overshadowed by the familiar taste of him, warm, intoxicating, and the way his kiss pulled you deeper into him.
His lips trailed to your jaw, teeth grazing lightly as he murmured, voice low and rough, “I want you down…”
Your breath hitched at the way his words came out, thick with need.
“On your knees.”
“Mhm…” you barely managed to respond, the heat of his body pressed so close to yours, the pressure of his hands on your hips already making you lightheaded. His lips returned to yours, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t giving you enough, not with the way his hands were already moving lower, searching, hungry.
“So I can eat you out.” he growled, each word punctuated with the way his lips ghosted over yours, as if he couldn’t get close enough.
Your heart raced, the pulse between your legs almost unbearable at his words, at the way his voice dipped lower. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…fuck-” he groaned, his mouth crashing back to yours briefly before he pulled away, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. He was already palming himself through his jeans, his hand rubbing against the thick outline of his erection, his control slipping with every passing second. “I can’t wait, babe.”
The way his hands roamed over your body, desperate, impatient, made your stomach flip. You could feel his fingers digging into your waist, pulling you closer to him, his need practically vibrating through his grip. He kissed you once more, this time sloppier, hurried, before breaking away entirely.
By the time you reached the bedroom, it was a blur of hasty touches and stumbled steps, the both of you too far gone to care about being graceful. The second you crossed the threshold, he wasted no time. He spun you around and nearly threw you down onto the bed, the weight of your body sinking into the mattress beneath you. His hands followed, tracing up the backs of your thighs with rough, insistent strokes, fingers gripping the fabric of your dress as he pushed it up, exposing the curve of your ass and the damp fabric of your underwear.
He paused for just a second, his breath catching as his gaze fixed on you. 
“You stained your panties.” he muttered, voice tight with restrained desire. His fingers grazed the edge of the fabric, teasingly tugging at the hem, just enough to make you shiver under his touch.
You turned your head to glance back at him, voice barely more than a breath as you answered, “I know. That’s why I wanted to get home.”
His reaction was instant, a deep, guttural sound that came from low in his throat as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the small of your back. His hands slid further up your thighs, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric of your dress, bunching it up higher until it was resting around your waist. He needed to feel you, to have you all to himself.
You didn’t need any more encouragement. Slowly, you let yourself lean forward, your chest pressing into the mattress as you arched your back, your ass lifted high for him. You could feel his eyes on you, practically burning holes into your skin with the intensity of his gaze.
“Fuck.” he groaned again. You felt his hands knead the soft flesh of your ass, spreading you open as he took in the sight of you. He dipped his head down, and the warmth of his breath sent a shiver up your spine, anticipation pooling low in your belly.
“You’re fucking perfect.” he murmured, like he couldn’t believe you were here, like this, just for him. His hands roamed over your body. His lips followed, brushing against the sensitive skin of your thighs before pressing soft kisses against your ass, teasing and torturous.
“Al-” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, trembling with anticipation as your fingers curled tighter into the sheets. The warmth of his breath drifted lower, teasing you, making your skin burn with every second he lingered. You were already soaked, could feel the slick wetness between your thighs. The weight of his stare as he pulled the fabric to the side made it even worse.
But just as the fabric stretched tight against your hips, Alex hesitated for only a fraction of a second before a low, frustrated growl rumbled from his throat. Without warning, his hands tightened, fingers gripping the delicate waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion he tore the frail material right off your body. The sound of it, sharp, unmistakable, ripped through the quiet of the room, the sudden snap making your pulse race.
The air hit your bare skin, cool against the heat of your body, and your breath caught in your throat as the remnants of your panties dangled from his fingers for a split second before he tossed them aside. They were ruined, completely shredded, but you didn’t care. Neither did he.
“They were done for anyway.” he muttered, his breath hot against the back of your thigh. His hands slid back up your legs, rough and impatient, fingers digging into your skin like he couldn’t stand to be away from you any longer. “Couldn’t help it.”
The sound of the fabric tearing was still echoing in your mind, but all you could focus on now was him. The way his grip tightened, his hands unrelenting as he spread you open. His breath hovered over your most sensitive spot, and you could feel his lips grazing the inside of your thighs, kissing his way up.
“God, you’re so wet.” he breathed as his thumb teased along your slick folds, tracing you, making you gasp. “Been like this all night, haven’t you?”
You couldn’t answer, could only nod as your hips moved instinctively, pushing back toward him, desperate for his touch. The anticipation was unbearable, every second that passed without his mouth on you felt like torture.
“Poor thing.” Alex chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as his fingers parted you gently, exposing you more to the cool air and his hungry gaze. His lips brushed your ass again for a second, before he finally, finally, dipped his head lower.
In an instant, his mouth was on you, hot and wet, and the sensation was electric, lighting up every nerve in your body. You let out a soft moan, fingers clutching the sheets even tighter as he worked his tongue against you, slow at first, savouring the taste of you like he’d been starving for it.
He groaned against your skin, the vibration of it sending shocks of pleasure through you, and the roughness of his slight stubble grazed your inner thighs as his tongue delved deeper, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer.
You let out a soft, desperate whimper, your hips rolling against his face as his tongue moved with a rhythm that left you breathless. The heat was overwhelming, your body burning from the inside out as Alex devoured you, lost in the taste and the feel of you. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread open and steady as he licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around your clit, dragging out every ounce of pleasure he could pull from you.
“Fuck...you taste so fucking good.” Alex growled against you, his voice rough and muffled as his mouth moved between your thighs, lips and tongue working together to drag you closer and closer to the edge. 
He paused for just a moment, pulling his mouth away to look at your face, turned to watch him, his lips glistening with your slickness, eyes dark and blown with lust. “Almost sweet.” he murmured, “I can’t get enough.”
You whimpered softly at his words, already missing the feel of his tongue on you, your body aching for him to continue. But before you could even ask, he was moving, this time with a different kind of urgency.
He shifted back slightly, his hands still gripping your thighs, but now his fingers moved to the front of his jeans. You could hear the metallic sound of his zipper being dragged down, the noise cutting through the heat of the moment like a shot of adrenaline. He couldn’t take it anymore. 
With a groan, he freed himself, pulling his cock out with one hand, the other still gripping your thigh tightly. His breath hitched as he stroked himself, the slick glide of his hand moving in the same rhythm that his tongue had just been fucking into you.
“Look at you.” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice dripping with desire.
The tension was unbearable. You arched your back further, pushing yourself toward him, desperate for his touch. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns over your thighs.
You opened your mouth to answer, but the words never came. In an instant, his mouth was on you again, hot and demanding, his tongue dragging over your folds with a groan so deep it found its way through your entire body. Your hips bucked instinctively, a gasp ripping from your throat.
His tongue pushed inside you again, moving with the same pace as his hand on his cock, each stroke of his tongue matched by the slow pump of his fist.
Every time his tongue dipped into your hole, it felt like your body was being torn apart, pleasure shooting up your spine in sharp, dizzying waves. And every time his hand moved over his cock, you could feel the way his body was straining for release, just as desperate as you were. 
You couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from your lips, hips pushing back against his face as your body chased the overwhelming sensation. You were both a mess of limbs, sweat, and heat, tangled up in each other, his mouth relentless against you as his fist moved faster, his groans vibrating against your skin.
He wasn’t holding back, wasn’t teasing anymore. He was all in, and it was driving you wild. The way his hands held you open, the wet heat of his mouth, it was too much and not enough all at once.
Your fingers clenched tighter in the sheets, your body already trembling as he buried his face deeper between your legs. 
And he was loving it. You could hear the way he was groaning, the way he was losing himself in the taste of you, each sound driving you closer to the edge. His hands slid up, one gripping your waist as the other found its way to your clit, circling it with slow strokes that made your knees weak.
“Fuck…” you gasped, barely able to get the word out as your body tensed, everything tightening under the pressure of what he was doing to you. He had you right on the edge, his mouth and fingers working together with an unrelenting rhythm, pulling you apart bit by bit until you were nothing but raw nerves and the overwhelming need to let go.
“That’s it.” he murmured against you, muffled by the way his mouth stayed pressed against your soaked folds. “I want you to come for me, babe.”
And with the way his tongue flicked over your clit, the wet, perfect pressure of his fingers dipping inside of you, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. The heat coiling deep in your belly suddenly snapped, your body going rigid as the orgasm ripped through you, a white-hot wave of pleasure that had you crying out, hips bucking wildly against his mouth.
Your hips dropped, shaking uncontrollably as your body gave in, but Alex didn’t stop. His hands gripped you tighter, refusing to let you go as he followed your movement, craning his neck down to keep his mouth attached to you. His tongue still worked against your clit, dragging out every last tremor until you were a trembling mess beneath him.
“Alex.” you whimpered, trying to pull away, the overstimulation too much to handle, but he didn’t let up. He kept his mouth on you relentlessly, until you were practically shaking, until you had no choice but to push him away, the pleasure bordering on too much.
Finally, he gave up, pulling back with a groan. He turned you over onto your back, and you could see the evidence of everything you’d just been through all over him. Blood smeared across his mouth and chin, mixing with the wet sheen from his lips, and god, it was so fucking hot you didn’t care how weird it might’ve been.
“You look like a vampire.” you said, your breath still coming in shallow gasps.
Alex raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Mhm?”
“Sexiest Dracula I’ve ever seen.” you told him, your voice shaky but teasing, the heat between you still electric as he sat back on his knees on the bed, towering over you.
He was still pumping his cock in his hand, his gaze never leaving yours. The sight of him like that, dark hair tousled, face smeared with your blood, his hand wrapped around himself as he watched you with pure hunger in his eyes, made your heart race all over again.
“Let me make you come.” you said, voice soft but insistent as you sat up.
He paused for a moment, his hand stilling, fingers sliding over the tip of his cock slowly as he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, okay.” he breathed, voice strained.
He lay back on the bed, and you didn’t waste any time. You crawled toward him, your knees pressing into the mattress as you leaned over his body. The way he was still fully clothed, his jeans unbuttoned just enough to free his cock, the rest of him completely untouched, made you go crazy. There was something about the contrast of his clothed body against the raw need in his eyes that made your pulse race.
You reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his cock, taking over from where his hand had been. He groaned the moment you touched him, hips lifting off the bed slightly as you gave him a firm stroke. You could feel how hard he was, the weight of him thick and heavy in your hand, and it sent a rush of heat through you all over again.
“Fuck…” Alex moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, completely at your mercy now.
Alex’s groan echoed in the room as he suddenly shifted, moving you off him with a sense of urgency, getting up from the bed just to pull his jeans down. You watched, your gaze locked on his every movement as he turned his back to you, his body still caught in the dim, hazy light of the room. The waistband of his jeans slid down his hips, and you couldn’t help but stare as his ass bounced slightly, his underwear slipping down as well in one smooth motion. His shirt hung just low enough to almost cover him, but not quite, leaving enough for you to see, and for your imagination to go wild.
“You’re so hot.” you murmured, your voice dripping with desire.
“I know.” he shot back with that signature smirk, turning to face you with his cock hanging heavy between his thighs, the eyeliner around his eyes making his gaze look even darker, more dangerous. He pulled a cigarette from the pack he’d stuffed in his back pocket earlier, flicking it up to his lips. Slumping back onto the bed, he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lighter he always kept there. With a flick of his wrist, the flame sparked, and soon the cigarette was lit, smoke curling lazily from his lips.
“Where were we?” he asked, exhaling smoke through his nose as his free hand lazily threaded through your hair.
“I was about to suck your cock.” you replied, your voice thick with hunger as you moved closer to him, leaning down.
“Really?” His eyes gleamed through the haze of smoke.
“Mhm.” you hummed as your lips brushed against the length of him, trailing soft kisses down to his balls, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. Just as you were about to take him into your mouth, Alex’s hand on your head tightened slightly, guiding you further down with a low, throaty chuckle. 
“Nah, I don’t think so.” he said, his voice dark and commanding, pushing your head lower until your lips dragged against the sensitive skin beneath his balls. He was taking control, making you follow the path he wanted.
Your tongue flicked out, tracing along that soft, delicate skin, and you could feel him shudder beneath your touch, his legs twitching slightly as you moved lower. He guided you down until your mouth was pressed between his thighs, your tongue now lapping at his hole, and you felt his body stiffen, his hips arching up slightly as you began to work your tongue deeper.
“Oh, fuck…that’s good.” Alex moaned, his voice low and thick as he tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded as he took another slow drag from his cigarette. His legs spread wider, giving you better access, and you buried your face between his thighs, licking at him with slow strokes, your chin brushing against the sheets beneath him as you adjusted to the not-so-comfortable angle. But the way he reacted, the low groans, the way his hips rocked up, the tension in his thighs, made it all worth it.
His hand left your hair after a moment, drifting down to his own cock. He didn’t grab it, didn’t stroke himself like you expected. His fingers only danced lightly over the tip, just barely brushing against that sensitive patch of skin right where the head met the shaft. His movements were soft, teasing, focusing on that delicate spot as your tongue worked him lower.
He groaned again, his body going taut under your touch, smoke curling from his lips as his free hand brought the cigarette back up for another lazy drag. The sight of him, smoke swirling around him, his hand moving lightly over his cock, his head tilted back in pure pleasure, was almost enough to undo you completely.
The room was filled with the quiet sounds of his pleasure, soft moans, the wet drag of your tongue, the faint crackle of his cigarette, and you knew you had him exactly where he wanted to be.
His body tensed, his breath coming out in short, shallow gasps as he took another drag from his cigarette, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the sensation of your tongue working against him deepened. He could feel the slow burn building, not just in his chest from the nicotine but lower, much lower, where you were focused. The need was overwhelming, coursing through his veins like fire.
Without an ashtray in reach, he glanced down at the cigarette between his fingers. His free hand moved instinctively, smushing the lit end between his fingertips, snuffing it out. The brief sting of the burn barely registered compared to the other burn, the one spreading hot and fast in his groin. The smouldering heat inside him made everything else fade into the background.
He groaned, his hips shifting slightly, the frustration building. He needed more. His hand finally moved to his cock, wrapping tightly around the base of it with a desperation that made him shudder. The moment his fingers closed around his shaft, he started stroking, slow at first but with an urgency that quickly picked up. The slick glide of his hand, combined with your tongue working him, had him right on the edge in seconds.
“Ah-” he moaned, the sound breaking in his throat as his hips jerked up. His hand pumped faster now, fingers curling around the thickness of his cock, stroking himself with that perfect rhythm that matched the tension tightening in his body. The burn was overwhelming, pleasure searing through him as he fucked his fist, every nerve alight with sensation.
His head fell back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as he lost himself to it, the low sound of his moans filling the room. You could feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs twitching with each stroke of your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed as he chased his release, completely undone.
“Fuck…” Alex groaned, the word dragging out as his body seized, the tension finally snapping as he came hard, his hand freezing mid-stroke. His hips jerked, his muscles tightening beneath your touch as the wave of release crashed over him. His breath hitched, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as his cock pulsed in his hand, spilling over.
But you didn’t stop.
Your tongue kept working him, soft and slow, dragging through the sensitive skin, tracing the shape of him, coaxing out every last tremor. You could feel how he was still twitching beneath you, his body tense with the intensity of it all, but you stayed on him, guiding him through the aftershocks with gentle strokes of your tongue.
“Fuck, babe…” he panted, his voice ragged and hoarse, hips shaking as he tried to come down from it. His hand dropped from his cock, fingers curling weakly into the sheets, surrendering to the pleasure you were still drawing out of him. His entire body shuddered, helpless against the lingering sensation, the overstimulation bordering on too much, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you to stop.
You felt him go limp beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, chest heaving. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, and he looked utterly wrecked, like he’d been pulled apart and put back together. 
But the faint, satisfied smile on his lips told you he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
He wasn’t even sure how it happened, but another wave started building, this time weaker, more drawn out. His cock twitched, untouched, his overstimulated nerves firing in ways he couldn’t explain.  
His hand weakly gripped the sheets, knuckles going white as he fought to stay in control. “Fuck, I’m coming again-” he choked out, his voice barely audible, broken by the overwhelming sensation washing over him. His hips rocked forward, and you could see the weak pulse of his cock as he came again, almost dry this time, but the release was there, shuddering through him, softer but just as intense in its own way.
He groaned low and deep, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest as he tried to ride out the last of it, but it was too much. His thighs trembled, everything twitching inside of him as you kept working him, your tongue relentless even as his body gave out beneath you.
Finally, with a shaky breath, he reached down, fingers tangling in your hair. “Enough…fuck- stop.” he gasped, his voice hoarse, almost pleading as he gently pushed your head away. His thighs squeezed together instinctively, the overstimulation becoming unbearable, every nerve firing at once. 
His body curled slightly as his thighs closed, legs trembling as he tried to recover, his breath ragged and uneven. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he let out one last deep, satisfied groan. 
You crawled over him slowly, your body aching but buzzing with satisfaction, the heat between you both still thick in the air. Your hand reached up, fingers raking through his dark hair, now slick and wet from the sweat and heat of everything that had just transpired. His chest rose and fell under you, his breath still uneven, but his eyes, even though almost closed, were soft, almost tender. Even with the black eyeliner smeared around his eyes, and the dried blood smeared across his chin, he looked impossibly perfect. 
He glanced up at you, his lips curling into a tired smirk as his hand slid up your side, gently pulling you down to him. “Come here.” he murmured, his voice rough from all the moaning and the exhaustion that was starting to creep in.
You leaned in, his grip on your waist guiding you as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, surprisingly so. Almost innocent, if that was even possible after everything you’d just done together. His mouth moved gently against yours, tasting of smoke, sweat, and the faintest hint of what had passed between you. His hand wandered lazily, stroking your back as he kissed you with a sweetness that felt entirely out of place but perfectly right.
Your fingers stayed tangled in his hair, still damp as you kissed him back, enjoying the soft pull of his lips, the quiet intimacy of the moment. 
He sighed into it, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes half-open, the smirk now replaced with something softer. “You wrecked me.” he muttered with a chuckle, his thumb lazily tracing a line down your spine under the dress you still had on. 
You smiled, your heart still pounding as you kissed him again, lighter this time, just a brush of lips. “You loved it.” you whispered back, feeling how utterly spent he was beneath you.
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a/n: ehhhhhh…i only like the second part that’s more about him but yeahhh…
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silverzoomies · 2 years ago
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peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: shameless smut, fingering, kissing, first time, loss of virginity, female reader (sorry), mutant/clairvoyant reader, porn with (slight) plot, clunky writing
word count: 5,908
a/n: got a couple requests for a virgin/inexperienced reader. apologies if this one's kinda weird, idk !!! aaaaaaa !!
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You were surprised to find someone you clicked with, after dipping your toes into the metaphorical dating pool. He was an incredibly nice guy, who wasn't bothered by your lack of experience with relationships; nor did he mind your bizarre, clairvoyant mutation. With him, you began your first, serious relationship. 
He seemed to respect that you were a bit...inexperienced. Being a virgin, you were fearful of sharing yourself intimately. And growing up, you always lived a fairly sheltered life. In fact, you were so withdrawn from all things sexual; you barely even masturbated much. Somehow, you never figured it out. Embarrassingly enough.
Despite this, your new boyfriend never pressured you. He waited patiently, and didn’t seem to mind doing so. 
At the six month mark, you felt comfortable enough to take things a step further. For once in your life, finally, you were going to do it. To 'go all the way,' as they say. Just as you’d always imagined doing, in your lonesome, teenage years. Sex was one of the many experiences you felt you missed out on back then.
But out of nowhere…
He cut you off.
Your first boytoy (since however long, you couldn’t remember) gave you no word of warning. The only reason you discovered the truth behind why, was through your mutation. You came to his apartment for answers. And the moment your knuckles connected with his door, the unfortunate knowledge swarmed your mind. You saw everything.
He found someone else. A prettier girl he’d taken into his bed. She was more than willing to sleep with him. After only a few, short dates behind your back.
Your heart shattered to pieces.
Spending the day in a melancholy state; you went about your business as normal. During training with Charles and the other X-Men, you struggled to exercise your abilities. But Charles could tell something was keeping you distracted. Whether or not he looked inside your mind to see for himself, you didn’t know. But after offering his usual, warm-hearted reassurances; he let you off for the rest of the day.
Sometime at the end of the night, the X-Men returned from that day’s mission. And after everyone in the mansion had gone off to bed, Peter found you. He came speeding by with his goggles hanging from his fingers. And he clumsily slid to a stop behind the couch, his shoes skidding along the hardwood floor.
"You know Charles can't stand it when you scuff up his floor like that." You teased in gloomy montone.
You were curled up on the sofa, in one of the X-mansion lounges. A thin blanket covered your form, as you watched reruns of Fraggle Rock on TV. Of course, Peter instantly knew, the moment he laid his brown eyes on you. Something was wrong. He could always see through any smile you forced. 
In mere seconds, you were surrounded by boatloads of your favorite snacks. Several stacks of books in various genres appeared on the coffee table before you. As well as a wide selection of VHS tapes and TV-show box sets. And without tearing your gaze from the TV, you laughed, shaking your head.
Peter sat at the opposite side of the couch, giving you your space. He leaned back against the armrest, with his legs stretched in front of him. And you adjusted in your spot, letting Peter rest his sock-clad feet in your lap. Gazing over his form, you stared blankly at the Alice Cooper shirt he wore. And for a moment, you wondered why Peter was always so nice to you.
He joked around with you for a short while. Doing his best to take your mind off your shitty ex-boyfriend. 
And sure, spending time with one of your best pals gave you some sense of relief. Peter was a master at using his goofy charm and clever wit to cheer you up. 
But your heart ached too deeply, and he knew. He could see it in your eyes, in the way you avoided his gaze.
“Hey, babe, look at me.” He threw you a nod of his head, insistent. And you cast a sorrowful glance in his direction, “Seriously, don’t sweat it over that guy. Yer wastin’ yer time. Dude doesn’t know he’s missin’ out on the coolest girl this side of the Mississippi!”
A force so faint it was barely noticeable, made itself known in the back of your mind. Clairvoyance strikes again. And in its metaphorical palms, it handed you a piece of knowledge you couldn’t make sense of. Something warm. Like shimmering, summer sunlight on your skin.
Unsure as to what it meant, you chose to ignore its warmth. Surely, it would come to you again later. As it always did.
Smiling sadly, you dropped your gaze to the Star Wars logo pattern on Peter’s socks. Absent-mindedly, you tugged on a loose piece of lint sticking from his foot.
“Thanks... I really do appreciate you sayin’ that, dude.” You shook your head, sighing again, “Guess he just got tired of waiting.”
“Waitin’ on what?” Peter asked with a brow raised.
You shot him a serious look. And Peter seemed to catch the hint then. He nodded his head in understanding.
“Ohhhh…the virg-...yeah. I kinda forgot about that, sorry.” He shrugged, chomping into a Hostess Ding Dong cake, “That’s really fuckin’ uncool of him, though. Dude’s a total dick! Not that you need me to tell you.”
You nodded, fixing your gaze to the flickering TV screen across from you. A cheesy, romantic 7-UP commercial played in low-resolution quality. And Peter repeated the commercial’s silly lines in a mocking tone, making you giggle. 
Throwing your head back, you groaned.
“Today was gonna be the day, dude! I was ready! I was finally ready to open myself up like that to someone, and…” Your words trailed off into silence, as you were too embarrassed to continue. And you shook your head once more, “Uhm…so, I’m feelin’, like, totally discouraged now."
Peter sat up, pulling his legs from your lap. He scooted towards you on the couch. And as he did, you followed, inching yourself into his space. The blanket fell from your torso, and Peter moved close enough that his shoulder brushed yours.
You felt it again then. Summertime warmth. Rays of light on your skin. A cozy sprinkle of something unknown in the back of your mind. Glimmering faintly, so indecipherable. 
“Aw, what? All cuz ‘a that guy? Babe, you really don’t gotta-”
“No-uhm…I mean, I feel like-” You snorted, covering your face with a hand. And you bashfully laughed, “Not to sound dramatic? But it feels like it’s all over for me, Peter! I’m a grown adult! I still haven’t had my cherry popped! Did you know, I never even had my first kiss until my late twenties? Ain’t that, like, super embarrassing?” You groaned, running your hands through your hair.
Peter blew a raspberry, waving a hand at you dismissively.
“Whaaaaat?? Pfffbbt! Dude, that’s not-...lots ‘a people don’t get to bang ‘til they’re way past their prime ‘er whatever. It happens! People 're late bloomers! What’s the rush?” He snapped his fingers suddenly, “Hey, check it. Did you know, I didn’t lose my v-card ‘til I was like…what? Twenty four?”
You blinked, and Peter held a box of Ding Dongs in hand. Like magic, it seemed as though the treats appeared from nowhere. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was a magician. Though, he probably grabbed it from the pile of snacks he left littered around you. You laughed, skeptical of his confession. And reaching forward, you slipped your hand inside the box for a chocolatey, snack cake.
“Oh, get the hell outta here! No way!” You giggled, gently slapping his chest with the back of your hand, “It took you that long? You? I don’t believe that for a second, Peter!”
“Hey, believe whatever you want!” He held up a hand in mock surrender, and set the box of snacks on the floor, “I was a total loser then, babe! Fuckin’ A, I’m still a loser! I’m just a loser people recognize on the street!” Peter chuckled, biting into another Ding Dong, “Look, my point is - you’ll get there someday! And fer what it’s worth?”
Peter placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. And you nibbled on your own chocolate, Hostess treat.
“The one who gets to share somethin’ like that with you? He’s the luckiest guy in this whole stinkin’ world!"
Warmth again.
Sunny yellow, blissful pink. The comforting sensation eased itself to the forefront of your mind. And though you still couldn't deduce where it was coming from, or what it meant...you found peace in it.
And a little something else.
Feeling your cheeks steadily burn, you swallowed nervously. Peter’s hand on your shoulder seemed hotter and weightier where it lay. And somewhere between your legs, a pleasant ache stirred to life. Causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together for relief. 
“Y-You’re way too sweet to me, dude. Thank you!” You shook your head again. A sudden sense of mild frustration boiled in your blood, “If I can be honest? I’m, like, soooo tired of waiting! I wish I could just…get it over with! I know I shouldn’t want to, but…it’d be nice to stop wonderin’ about it all the time! Auuughh…”
“I get it, dude. I do! But, like, you really don’t want yer first time to be disappointing.” Peter said in a soft tone, swallowing down yet another cream-filled cake, “I know it sounds totally cliche. But you should wait fer the right person! Isn’t that wayyyy better than givin’ yerself to any ol’ creep?” He smiled sincerely, squeezing your shoulder a bit tighter, “And trust me. You’ll know the right person when you meet ‘em. I-it’s like…a feelin’ in yer gut.”
Peter paused then, stopping to nibble his lip in thought. And he awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Sorry, that sounds-...ahaha…that’s super cheesy, huh?”
“Not at all, actually!” You said, giving Peter a sweet grin. Scooting a smidge closer, you leaned your head on his shoulder, “I think that’s very nice of you to say, Peter. I mean, I know you’re right! I definitely want it to be with someone I trust. That’s for sure.”
A tiny splotch of cream decorated the corner of Peter's lips, and you brushed it away with a thumb. Without thinking, you sucked that thumb into your mouth, running your tongue over it. Sugary sweetness greeted your tastebuds. And Peter swallowed hard, raising a brow.
"Gross." He passively mumbled through a smile. And you giggled again.
Dreamy, summertime warmth swarmed to a blazing fire.
On a normal day, your clairvoyance allowed you to see clear images and concepts in your head. Anything to help you better understand those around you, as well as their intentions. A sixth sense, one might call it. But at this very moment, you could see only colors. Summery yellows and warm oranges, as well as lovey-dovey pinks. All mixing together on an emblematic painter's palette. Blurs of incoherent thought.
And in your body, surging through your veins; you felt heat heat heat.
Peter stifled a nervous cough, and tilted his head down. He rested his cheek against the soft locks of your hair. And you thought you heard him inhale, as though breathing in your scent. But perhaps, you only imagined him doing so.
“Don’t worry so much, though. You’ll find someone! Yer a total catch, babe! I don’t just think so. I know so.” Peter casually moved to wrap a strong arm around you, pulling you even closer into his body, “Ya just gotta be patient, is all! I know that sounds, like, majorly hypocritical comin' from me, but...”
Another pause, and Peter hesitated to continue.
“Until then? You have me. I’m here fer you, kay?” Peter nuzzled his nose into your hair, “Hurts me to see you like this. All sad ‘n stuff, cuz ‘a some dumbshit douchedick. Wish there was somethin’ I could do…”
Cozy, warm colors all collided in your mind, like cloudy nebulas merging into one. They formed a beautiful spectacle of vague, blurry images. Romantic in nature. Conjoined hands. Linked pinkies. Brushing lips. You sucked in a sudden, light breath. A feeling of foreign desire flickered in your lower belly.
Tilting your head up, you observed Peter's face.
Oh.
Had he…always looked so handsome? He was most definitely stunning like this. With his dark eyes heavy-lidded and exhausted, after a long day’s work. Silver stubble barely showed its presence across his sharp jawline. And his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Peter was in such close proximity, that you could feel every breath of air he took. Breaths smelling of sweet, sugary, snack cakes. And you wondered if his lips would taste as nice.
Feeling uncharacteristically bold, you reached up to gently grab his chin between your fingers. Peter’s stubble felt rough under your fingertips. And for some reason, the touch made your body burn even hotter. You brought Peter’s head down to meet his pretty, doe-eyed gaze. And coyly, you smiled.
“I have you, huh?” You playfully teased, “You’re not…suggesting anything by that, are you, Peter?”
Something shifted in his gaze.
A ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ sort of moment. And with that shift; sunlit warmth and romantic imagery shifted in your mind. Those summertime hues of yellow, orange, and pink became born anew. Blossoming to life, as deep purples and dark, lustful reds. Suddenly, that subtle spark of heat flickering in your core set itself ablaze. Your cunt reacted, tingling and dripping wet. A sensation so alien, you weren't even sure what to make of it.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.” Peter playfully shrugged, holding a mischievous gaze. His tone fell hushed as he spoke, an octave lower, “Who’s to say, huh?”
Biting your lower lip in conflicting thought, you slowly dragged your hand down from his chin. Your fingers trailed unesteady lines across Peter’s chest, feeling his toned body under your fingertips. Sucking in a breath, you felt your pussy flutter with a budding yearn for…him? Was it him your body wanted, and ached for so desperately? 
And curiously, you wondered, was Peter the source of your clairvoyant confusion? No...he couldn't be...could he?
“For what it’s worth, Peter? If I trust anybody that much…I trust you.”
Peter kept his cheshire grin. He brought his hand up to pull yours from his chest, cradling it. His own hand dwarfed the size of yours by comparison, and Peter grazed a thumb gently into your skin. 
“Do you?” He whispered, speaking in a more suggestive tone, “Y’know, babe…I could be wayyyy more than just a shoulder to cry on. If you catch my drift.” Peter pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles, “I wouldn’t mind doin’ you a solid.” His voice fell more hushed, “And you know I’d take such good care of you, baby…”
Your eyes widened, making you appear all the more vulnerable and innocent. His sensual implication made you tremble with unfamilair need, and you reacted with an inaudible squeak.
“Y-You’d do that for-uhm…for me?” You stammered. A bit embarrassed by your own flourishing lust, you struggled to whisper, “P-Peter…would you-uh…would you…kiss me? I really want you to kiss me…"
Looking down into your pleading eyes with a half-lidded gaze, Peter taunted you in a teasing hum.
“I might…if you ask me nicely.”
His salacious tone could've softened you into putty, easily moldable in his vascular hands.
“Uhm-...would you kiss me, Peter? Pretty please?” You fluttered your lashes, pure innocence painted across your blushing features, “Pretty please with lots of snack cakes on top?”
Peter snickered, huffing soft breaths, ghosting your lips. A needle-fine hint of understanding peeked its way through his mischievous gaze. And despite his fast-paced nature, he took his time with you.
The moment his lips connected with yours, your mutation reacted.
Hazy images, misty with erotic lust, became slightly more crisp. Like opening one's eyes to the dim light of dawn, and sleepily rolling over to find a lover in bed. You saw again, conjoined hands in heated passion. Linked pinkies making private promises. Brushing lips followed by intertwining tongues. Faintly, you heard a distant whisper of...something. You weren't sure what. All you knew was that it hinted towards loving fondness, and sultry devotion.
Peter kissed you as gently as he possibly could, allowing you to take the reins completely. Never before, had you kissed anyone beyond a simple peck on the lips. And Peter knew.
But as sweltering, lecherous desire surged through your veins, you suddenly found your courage. Oh, you wanted Peter so badly, and to feel the touch of his masculine hands on you. You kissed him back with heated eagerness. Timid, cautious movements of your soft lips turned quick and heavy. As you let your tongue meet Peter’s in a warm, wet embrace. Mimicking those scandalous visions brought upon by your mutant gift.
And, thank heavens, he tasted just as sweet as you imagined.
He leaned further in with a hand to your chest, inching you slowly backwards on the couch. Peter pulled himself from your kiss for a few, short beats. And you chased after him, seeking the feel of his skillful tongue in your mouth again.
“Shhh. Hold on there, eager beaver-” He laughed, breathing a whisper into your lips, “Let’s take this slow, okay? Just tell me if you wanna stop, baby. Seriously.”
"Mmmm...don't stop. I never wanna stop." You hummed, pulling him back in. And he chuckled, huffing soft breaths from his nose.
Peter kissed you passionately for a few moments longer, letting you explore his body with your hands. He was careful not to touch you too intimately yet. Keeping his own hands on your face, Peter cradled your cheeks. But the longer he avoided trailing his fingers downward, the more you ached for his touch. Breathlessly, you pulled away. And you looked into Peter’s eyes, your own sparkling with lubricious intent.
“C-Can you please touch me, Peter?” You begged, your voice high-pitched and needy, “I don’t even know what’s goin’ on with me right now. But…I know I want your hands on me.”
“Oh? Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” Peter asked, his tone hushed and teasing, “Here?” He lowered one of his hands to your neck, hot fingertips dragging across your skin.
You shuddered, feeling sparks pepper throughout your body. Shaking your head, you squeaked a disapproving sound. 
“No? Awww…” Peter continued to taunt you, lowering those same fingertips to the valley between your breasts. Your top was low-cut, allowing him easy access, “Here?”
“Nooooooo~!” You giggled through a more desperate whine. In another fit of unexpected bravery, you grabbed both of Peter’s wrists. And you guided his hands under your shirt, letting his palms cup your breasts, “Here! Stop teasin’ me!”
“Wooooahhh-” Peter groaned, lifting your shirt up over your head, "Hell-o, mama..."
His half-lidded, dark gaze settled on your tits. Instead of unclasping your bra, he simply tugged it down. Letting his teeth sink into his lip, Peter reached out to palm your breasts again. Fondling the soft plush of them in his big hands. He brushed your nipples with his thumbs, pinching the hardened buds every few beats. 
“Am I, like-...would it be weird to say yer tits are totally slammin’?” Peter mumbled, moving in to kiss you again.
You bashfully chuckled, shaking your head. Running your hands through his hair, you tugged gently on soft locks of silver. 
The two of you made out on the couch, in the middle of the X-mansion, like a couple of troublesome teenagers. And the subconscious fear that someone could walk in at any moment, made you all the more lustfully excited. You moaned quietly into Peter’s hot mouth. Submitting to him entirely, you allowed his hands to explore every inch of your untouched, virgin body.
“This okay?” He politely asked, his fingers meeting the button of your shorts, “Just say the word if you want me to stop, 'kay?” 
You nodded, a little too enthusiastic. And you spread your legs more open, allowing Peter to crawl further in between.
“I-I’m a little-uhm…nervous…” You whispered in a shy breath. And you braced your hands on Peter’s broad shoulders, “...but I trust you.” Peering up at him with a beady eyed, innocent gaze, you mumbled, “Make me feel good, Peter.”
His cock throbbed in his jeans, straining underneath the suffocating fabric. Peter helped shimmy your shorts down over your thighs, along with your delicate, lace panties. Bringing his hand down to your leaking pussy, he toyed with your clit under deft fingers.
Having your clit played with felt like an entirely new, alien sensation. Blissful tingles fired through your sensitive bud, causing a tightening tickle in your gut. You gasped, squirming under the skilled touch of Peter’s fingers. He circled your delicate, little clit in careful motions. With his brows furrowed, Peter watched you intently. As you reveled in a newfound feeling of euphoric pleasure.
His fingers inched down through your lips, and Peter braved a single finger into your virgin walls. Your cunt squeezed tightly around his one, lone digit. And as he fucked you with his finger, he leaned in to capture you in a sweet, soft kiss.
“Want me to take us somewhere else? Just real quick? I can take us somewhere more private.” Peter suggested, peppering your neck in hot, mouthy kisses. Keeping you somewhat distracted with his hushed words, Peter inched a second digit into your pussy. Stretching you just a smidge wider, “I know you probably don’t wanna risk anyone walkin’ in when-”
Rocking your hips greedily into his fingers, you shook your head. Your hands dug blunt nails into Peter’s shoulder blades over his t-shirt. And you softly whined, feeling your cunt clench tighter around his thick digits. Peter knit his brows together. He groaned under his breath, feeling the warm pulsation of your pussy against his skin.
“N-No! No, right here, please? Right now. I want you so bad, Peter, baby. We can just hide under the blanket! No one’ll see!” You insisted, keeping your voice quiet. 
As you pleaded with Peter so desperately; you eagerly fucked your virgin pussy on his fingers.
Surprised by your boldness, Peter raised his brows. He smirked, dragging his lips teasingly across your jaw. When his lips met yours once more, he kissed you wet and rough. Peter moaned, letting his tongue swirl with yours in a thirst for your cute whines. His fingers fucked their way skillfully through your slick walls, stretching you open even further. Allowing your pussy to become accustomed to his intrusion.
“Yeah, baby? You want my dick that bad? Want me to fuck you right here, princess?” Peter moaned through a smirk, his teeth playfully nipping at your lip, “Yer kinda bad, aren’t you?”
Blushing profusely, you found yourself at a loss for words. Peter laughed into your lips, his grin spreading wider. Adjusting positions, he moved to spoon you on the sofa. Peter concealed both your heated, lustful bodies under your blanket. A less than favorable attempt, since the flimsy thing barely kept the two of you covered. With your soft, round ass pressed against his crotch; Peter let his palms feel the smooth skin of your thighs. Dancing fingertips across every, etched-in stretch mark.
He fumbled with his belt, undoing his jeans and tugging them hastily down. Turning in your spot, you reached for Peter’s crotch. Brushing timid fingers over the bulge in his underwear, you pulled your lip between your teeth. A damp stain of precum peeked through the fabric, wetting your skin.
"Can I-...can I touch it?” You asked in a courteous, careful tone. And Peter's cock visibly twitched, pulsating under your bashful fingers.
Grinning confidently to himself, Peter pulled his heavy, leaking cock from its confines. Upon seeing such a girthy dick in person for the first time, your mouth instantly watered. Drool pooled over your tongue, and you swallowed it down. You awkwardly reached out to wrap a hand around the twitching length, giving his cock a cautious stroke.
Peter brought his hand up to yours, engulfing your fingers as he guided you. He helped you build the perfect amount of pressure, as well as the most ideal speed to stroke his cock. You followed his motions carefully, pleasuring him in the exact way he showed you. Careful not to squeeze too hard.
At least until he uttered the hushed, sinful words, "Harder, baby."
You followed suit, increasing pressure. Peter dropped his head, his forehead meeting your chin. Frazzled, silver hairs tickling your face. He groaned, his burning cock pulsating with soft vibrations in your hand. Precum wept from the tip. And Peter nudged his hips a little, coaxing his cock through the firm squeeze of your fist.
“Ohhh…just like that, babygirl.” He moaned, the corner of his lips quirking up in a grin, “Yer a fuckin’ natural.”
“I-It’s so big, Peter…” You whispered, skittish and embarrassed. Experimentally, you stroked his thick cock in a tighter grip, “I dunno if it’s gonna fit.”
Bringing his head up to meet you in a heated kiss, Peter growled a low sound.
“Mmmmm…we’ll make it work.” He hummed hotly into your lips, "I'll be so careful, I promise."
Nodding, you turned in your spot, letting Peter spoon you again. With your ass cheeks pressed against him, Peter directed his cock to your dripping entrance. Giving himself a few generous strokes, he pushed his smooth tip into your cunt. Peter alternated between glancing down, watching his cock slide inside you; and he checked your reaction for any obvious signs of pain.
“F-Fuck, you okay?” Peter asked quietly, squeezing his cock through your plush, wet walls. With a vunerable, little whimper; you nodded. And Peter let his lidded, dark eyes roll back, "Ohhhhhhhhhh - damn, that's tight." 
Peter moved with a level of careful patience you never imagined he had.
Feeling a girthy cock force its length through your pussy was painful at first, and extremely unfamiliar. But as Peter edged in at a cautious, slow pace, careful not to hurt you; you felt your cunt adjust. Until you were so lubricious and wet, Peter’s entire length finally bottomed out deep inside you. The bulbous head of his dick brushed your cervix. At last, you were on cloud nine.
It was a sensation unlike any you’d ever experienced, one you could feel so deep in the pit of your stomach. A gnawing, carnal pleasure. Like electric shocks of static through your core.
Finally, Peter let himself fuck you. Thrusting into your unbearably tight cunt at a more consistent pace. He angled his movements in just the right way, allowing his hard length to collide with those most sensitive, squishy bits inside you. Your stomach tightened, and you felt your gummy walls suffocate Peter’s cock. Peter reached under the thin fabric of the blanket, his fingers finding your clit.
“P-Peter, oh my god!” You squeaked his name, “I-I feel so…oooooooh~” Instinctively rocking your ass into Peter’s thrusts, you moaned a little louder. Bracing a hand on the couch tightly, you dug your fingernails into the plush of it, “Oh fuck! Oh god! Y-You feel so good! Feels so good, but soooo - ah - so weird!” 
Breaking your own train of thought to mewl another flurry of moans, you bounced your ass cheeks into Peter’s pelvis. Confused about your own needs, you couldn’t help but seek that tightening feeling deep in your core. You wanted to chase it like an addictive high. To get drunk on the sensation of a thick cock tearing through your innocent cunt.
“AH!” You whined a little too loudly, “P-Peter, it f-feels like you’re gonna break me!”
Peter plunged his hot length deeper inside your pussy, fucking you harder and faster with every passing moment. Keeping his fingers occupied with your clit, he rubbed quick, but light circles into the bud. Maybe adding a little, subtle vibration here or there. Just to tease. And you squealed, covering your mouth with a hand to conceal your desperate noises.
“Ohhhhhh, babygirl, you gotta be quiet, okay?” Peter whispered, his voice breaking into a choked moan, “Fuuuuuuuuuck! Yer so fuckin’ wet. Takin’ me so easy.”
Overwhelmed by the pleasure Peter gifted you, your eyes pooled with heavy tears. They spilled over in glistening streaks down your burning, scarlet cheeks. Thick drool dripped from your tongue, dribbling down your chin as your jaw went slack. Your pussy followed suit, weeping hot slick with every thrust of Peter’s cock.
His nonstop stimulation to your sensitive clit made you feel on the verge of bursting. An explosion of ecstasy waiting just beyond the horizon of your first, carnal fucking. 
“F-Feel like I’m-” You cried, squealing little moans through your tears, “O-Oh! W-What the fuck? P-Peter, I feel like I’m gonna leak all over you! I’m sorry! I-I’m so sorry!” 
“No no no no no, princess. Yer doin’ so fuckin’ good. Yer gonna cum, baby. Just – ohmygod – let it happen. Let it go, baby.” Peter groaned, fucking your innocent, little pussy at a less forgiving, more relentless pace, “Cum fer me, please.”
“OoooooooohHHMYGOD!” You bit your lip with a bruising force to keep yourself quiet. Your body trembled, uncontrollably shaking as you unraveled on Peter’s cock, “Peter, your cock feels too big! Too big, it’s breaking me! Fuck! FUCK!”
Something brand new, scorching hot and lustfully exotic ripped through your body. With a sensation unforgiving and so intense; you came. Spraying your succulent nectar all over Peter’s cock, you drenched him in a fierce gush of ecstasy. In that instant, you broke free from the shackles of innocence.
And he felt every last, filthy, wet moment of it.
“Sh-Shit! Yeah???” Peter cursed, dropping his sharp nose into your neck. He whispered hotly, “God, I can feel you fuckin’ cum, babygirl. Feels fuckin’ outrageous. So tight. Soooo fuckin’ tight-” Squeezing his eyes shut, Peter threw his head back with a deep, choked groan, “F-FUCK! Can I cum inside you? Huh? Wanna cum inside this cute, little pussy. Please please please please please-”
Nodding frantically, you shifted in your spot. And you pulled Peter down for a messy, clumsy kiss.
“Whatever you want! Please!” You begged. 
Enthusiastically meeting each of Peter’s rough thrusts, you fucked yourself hard on his cock. 
Mindlessly drunk on the unyielding allure of your pussy, Peter lost all control of his actions. He drilled his cock inside you at a pace so beyond humanly fast. Sending you on a collision course towards complete submission. After a few more chaotic thrusts, he spilled his thick heat deep into your needy pussy.
Peter buried his nose in your neck again, mumbling soft praises into your skin.
“L-Love you so much. Love you. Love you. Love you. Never gonna let anybody hurt you again. Yer mine. All mine. My good girl. Sooooo fuckin’ good.” Peter senselessly muttered in a speedy flurry of words, spilling the last of his hot cum inside you.
A flash of scorching light burst within your mind. Every intimate vision you'd seen before, along with each, summery sensation...became suddenly clear. Crisp and bright, like sunlight through a glassy window. In that instant, at last, you knew. Clairvoyance had been trying to pass you the secret, forbidden knowledge that Peter cared for you. On a deeper, much more intimate level than buddy-buddy friendship.
And your stomach erupted in gleeful butterflies.
Coming down from his rapturous high, Peter slowly raised his head. He threw you a cheeky grin, giggling and looking into your eyes through his own, lazy gaze. He appeared completely unaware of the fact that he'd just confessed his most personal feelings. 
Romantic feelings. For you. Holy shit.
“Y-You okay? That feel good ‘er what?” He hummed, leaning in to kiss you passionately, “You were so fuckin’ amazing, babe. Sure yer okay? No pain ‘er anything?”
Uncertain, overwhelmed, and completely spent; you nodded. With blush burning in your cheeks, you pressed a soft kiss to his nose.
“I-I’m wonderful, Peter. Thank you.” And you giggled, avoiding his eyes, “That was…fantastic. Thank you for-uhm…for doin’ that for me. I-...I couldn't have asked for anyone better. You're perfect.”
Peter snorted, laughing doubtfully in response to your kindly words.
Your body continued to tremble uncontrollably, and you felt sticky tears staining your cheeks. After pressing playful, loving kisses to your temple, Peter disappeared for half a second. By the time he returned, in the blink of an eye; you were all cleaned up and refreshed. Your shorts were tucked back into place, your shirt covering your torso once more. And Peter threw that flimsy blanket over you, tucking you in as he held you close.
"Oh my god...wow..." You gasped, surprised at his careful, caring treatment, "How many times can I even thank you, dude?" 
And he scoffed, waving you off.
"Fer what? Basic human decency? Nahhh, don't worry 'bout it, babe." Peter dabbed at your remaining tears with a cool, wet rag, "I'm hopin' to god nobody heard what kinda nasty stuff we just did...because damn...that was...phew." He exhaled a breath for comedic effect. Peter shook his head, appearing shocked at himself.
"Too late." A deep, rough voice called quietly from the hall. A groggy, shirtless Logan came walking by, only stopping to address the two of you. With a large hand pressed to the doorframe, he pointed to Peter with his other, "Might wanna take that shit somewhere else next time, bub. There’re kids sleepin’ upstairs, fuck’s sake.”
Logan sauntered off then, grumbling in low whispers to himself. You sank further into Peter’s arms, covering your heated face with your hands. And Peter snickered. He mouthed a hushed 'shit', his own cheeks tinted in a rose-y hue.
"I might like you too, by the way." You suddenly muttered, your quiet voice somewhat muffled by your hands, "In a more-than-buds kinda way, I mean."
Another spark of joyous sunlight shined through your mind. And this time, you knew exactly where it came from. 
Peter.
"Oh, fuck, wait-" Peter closed his eyes tightly, cursing himself. He remembered, in that moment, what he'd mindlessly confessed while busting a nut, "Shiiiiiit. I'm just embarrassin' the hell outta myself tonight, aren't I? Haha…" He paused, and realization appeared to dawn on him, "Waaaiit wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait-" 
"Yeah?" You peeked shyly through your hands, "I'm waitin'..." 
And Peter smiled, as warm as the sunny visions he'd been unknowingly sending you all throughout the night.
"So, does that make us, like, a thing now? Like, a thing thing? Because that'd be really fuckin' awesome." 
You reached down to the floor, grabbing a box of snack cakes you kicked off the couch at some point. It was lying in a pile of other snacks, each an unfortunate victim of your lustful scuffle with Peter.
Ripping open a cake and turning your attention back to Fraggle Rock on TV, you playfully shrugged.
"Maybe. Maybe not." You bit into the sweet dessert, "Who's to say, huh?"
Abruptly barking a laugh, Peter attacked your cheeks in kisses galore.
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CAPITAL VICES | ENVY
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Envy: the intense desire to have something that someone else possesses.
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Listen while reading: Poison - Alice Cooper
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 15.5k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), dom/sub, sir kink, praise, degradation, bratty sub, lots of dirty talk, name calling, overstimulation, forced orgasm if you squint, drinking, swearing, fighting, mentions of cheating, mentions of breakups/breakups, mentions of hookups, mentions of substance/addiction/withdrawal, mentions of divorce/bad past relationships, mentions of death/dying, mentions of loss of a parent/grief, guilt, regret, depression, general sadness, anxiety, jealousy/possessiveness, very brief mention of guns, sorry if i miss any!
😘 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!!
The haze of smoke in the room was becoming overwhelming, and even though it would normally be enticing, now it seemed nothing short of a nuisance. A basket of fries sat in front of you, ketchup lazily pooling next to the pile of fried food. Although originally put there for a dipping sauce, now it’s only purpose was to make the fries soggy and even more unappetizing. Your hunger seemed to have fled you, but in truth, never really existed in the first place. You only convinced yourself to order it as an attempt to resume some sort of normalcy to what life was like months ago. A triple whiskey sat in front of you, deliciously tempting, but the exact opposite of what you needed to feel better. Ray approached you, a knowing look in his eye and his usual, raggedy towel slung over his shoulder.
“Been a while, darlin’.” He leaned on the countertop, looking down at your untouched order. “Missed ya.”
“Yeah, I guess it has.” You chuckled, swirling your ice around your glass. “How’ve you been?”
“Livin’.” He replied, taking a long look over your face. “And you?”
“Oh, you know.” You forced a smile onto your lips, beginning to realize that coming out was the worst thing you could have done. “Working, sleeping, and working some more. An exciting life I live.” You neglected to mention the days of wallowing that had come before your arrival at the bar and the horrific heartbreak you were experiencing. Now that you did not have Jake to occupy your time, you had decided to return to your weekly Friday night routine; drinking yourself into oblivion at the bar and falling asleep alone. What used to be so fantastic was now gut-wrenching, and the thought of returning to an empty bed was killing you.
It had been about a week since your blowout with Jake, and he did well to heed your wishes. Not once had he tried to reach out, and neither did you. As the days dragged on and no contact was had, you slowly started to understand that the relationship was over, and all you could do was mourn what was once so beautiful. Instead of trying to fix things, you thought it was easier to tend to your wounds in seclusion and move forward with your life instead. You hadn’t even so much as looked at a picture of him or spoken his name, and you didn’t plan on it. If you knew one thing about healing, it was that doubling back only ever made it hurt worse.
You missed him, but not nearly enough to lose your dignity by begging for him to come back. If he did not want you, and sex was the only thing you were good for, so be it. He got his fill, and you would not lose any more respect for yourself by running back to him and trying to get him to see you were worth more than that.
“Not spending time with that guy who was with you the other night?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for a response.
“No, definitely not.” You gave a chuckle, shaking your head. “Waste of my time, Ray.” You reminded, forcing him to recall your many drunken ramblings about men.
“He do wrong by you?” He asked, trying to get to the bottom of your quiet brooding. You shifted in your seat, taking a long sip from your beverage.
“No,” you shook your head. “I started it.” You confessed.
“Don’t think you’d be this upset if he didn’t do anything wrong.” He said, polishing the rims of a few glasses that just came from the dishwasher. You shrugged your shoulders, finding the familiar burn of the whiskey comforting. Finally, you seemed to find some sort of connection to the version of you that lived before Jake, even if it was through cheap liquor and the company of an old bartender.
“He did, but the blame is still on me. He might have done wrong, but I was the one who let him.” You let your eyes focus on the grain of the wood in the bar counter, finding it easier to avoid eye contact.
“Darlin’, I think it’s time you stop blaming yourself for everything. What others do to you isn’t your fault, and you’re allowed to be mad at someone other than yourself.” He sat another drink in front of you, noticing you were already running low on liquor. “That one’s on the house.”
“Four daughters really taught you a thing or two about advice.” You gave a solenn smile. “I’ll try my best.”
“Four daughters gave me a lot more than good advice.” He chuckled, wiping down the table as he spoke. The fatherly tone sent your heart into agony. He was so proud of his children, and nearly every time you visited the bar, you heard about all of their accomplishments and struggles. It was a beautiful thing to see a father love his children so dearly, but you could not refute the jealousy that plagued you every time you listened to the stories.
It was not jealousy over the fact you did not have a good father and they did, because in your opinion, your father was the best one in the entire world. You were jealous that yours was not around to speak such admiration about you to others, and he was not there to pat you on the back and speak his own advice. You missed him with a fervor, and in the last week, it was more intense than it had been in a very long time. You wished so badly that you could have your dad by your side, speaking truth about the stupidity of boys and speaking praise about how you were better than what Jake made you feel.
Your mother, of course, could do all of the same things, and your sister too, but it was not the same. Missing your father was the most difficult thing you had ever done, and it made you want to seclude yourself until the pain passed through. You did not want to reach out to the rest of your family for the same formalities; he was the only person who could truly make you feel better, and it had always been that way. You were angry that he was not here to help you through what seemed like your biggest heartbreak yet, even including the broken marriage that crumbled before you ever grew into an adult.
The heartbreak Jake had caused was violent, devastating and above all, deadly. It came about in such a way because your feelings for him creeped up on you, silent and unforgiving as you fell hopelessly in love with him. You had never got along with anyone else so swimmingly, and nobody else in the world had ever made you feel like he did. Most of all, it hurt so badly because he was the last person in the world you expected to hurt you.
He was the first person you trusted enough to know such intimate details about your life, and the first person in which you opened up to without a paralyzing amount of fear. You knew that you had done wrong, and you should not have let your past experience define what could have been with Jake, and if you could, you would take it all back in a heartbeat. You wished you had the ability to respond without all of the defenses you built up so high, and you wished that you could have swallowed your pride enough to realize that all he wanted to do was care for you. You loved Jake more than you ever thought you could, and if you had the chance to do it all again with the same outcome, you still would.
You knew that his response was due to his own hurt, but it did not take away from the things he said to you. You hurt him so much by rejecting him so bluntly and without hesitation, and you regretted it immensely. Jake was the last person you wanted to treat so poorly, because he was the first person to show you kindness at the hands of another. But, when you thought about his harshness for too long, a wave of nauseous overtook you and tears filled your eyes. You had hurt him, but he had hurt you just the same. You did not want to blame him for his actions, especially knowing that they came from a place of pain, but you could not choke down the bitter taste of his insults. If he could change his mind so quickly, you worried that maybe he thought that way all along.
The hurt also stemmed from your complete transparency with him. You opened up, told him more than you’d ever told anyone else, and moments later, he threw your relationship back in your face and denounced it to meaningless sex. To you, the sex was all but meaningless, and you truly thought it meant just as much to him. After the months of shared nights and memories that would stick with you for a lifetime, you hoped that you meant more to him than sexual gratification. You poured your heart out to him, telling stories of a failed marriage and a dead father in hopes that he would keep it safe and maybe in turn, take some weight off your shoulders. It was incredibly difficult for you to tell him so much, especially when you dedicated your entire life to keeping it hidden. It killed you to know that he would turn into a stranger again even after knowing you so well, and that your biggest secrets were in the hands of someone who you no longer wanted to know.
You were so caught up in your internal brooding that you didn't even notice Ray leave your side, nor did you hear the chime of the bell sound above the front door. It was not like you would have turned to look anyway; your interest in anything other than getting drunk was greatly lacking, and worrying about what others were doing would only hold you back from your intentions. If you found yourself concerned about the happenings of everyone else, it was take too long to get to the level of drunkenness you aspired to be, and you would have to stay at the bar far longer than you wanted.
You were a creature of habit, and despite your lack of desire to be at the bar, you needed to feel like yourself again. The only way you could do that was to carry on as if Jake Kiszka never stumbled into your life at all.
Your second drink was threatening the end when you felt someone take a seat beside you. You would not have turned to look if they did not extend a warm greeting, and even then, you wished you had ignored it.
“Hey, Josh.” You forced a smile, knowing that he was the worst person you could have encountered, only second to Jake himself.
“Fancy meeting you here, friend who is a girl.” You were certain that he had just reached out and stabbed you in the chest. The pain was unbearable, and it was nearly blinding. You kept your eyes glued to the glass in your hand, unsure if you could maintain eye contact without breaking down. Then, a fleeting feeling of fear ran through you. ‘Friend who is a girl’ was an awfully endearing term for someone who just broke his twin brothers heart. Either Josh did not know what transpired between you and Jake, or he was exceptionally good at hiding it.
“It is my favourite bar, after all.” You tried to joke with him, but it only made your chest ache with even more intensity.
“I knew there was a reason Jake suggested this place.” He chuckled, having an a-ha moment as he pieced the puzzle together. “It all makes sense now.” He gave an airy sigh, turning to the bartender to order a drink. “And one for her too, please.”
“Oh, Josh, no need for that-“
“I insist.” He was so similar to his brother that it was scary. As you waited for the drinks, you pondered his elusive words for a moment. From all that you knew about Josh, he did not seem deceitful in the slightest. If anything, he seemed like he was a terrible liar. Josh did not know a single thing that transpired, and you would be damned if you were the one to tell him.
Then, an evil idea infiltrated your sorrowful mind. If you pushed Josh in the right direction, he might have the answers to all of the questions you’d been wondering about in the past week.
Your sin had not only effected your relationship with Jake; now, it seemed to have an impact on every aspect of your life, including relationships with even the furthest of acquaintances.
“So Jake wanted to come here tonight?” You asked, trying your best to put on a mask of confidence. You yourself had never been very well versed in deceit, but you knew that it was your only shot at getting any real answers. God knows you would never reach out to Jake yourself, and his twin brother seemed to be the only chance at finding out the truth.
“Yeah, he was pretty adamant about it. I wasn’t sure why until I walked in and saw you sitting up here all alone.” He gave you a grin, turning to thank the bartender as he slid the drinks your way. “I’ll start a tab, too.” Ray nodded, raising an eyebrow at you, the expression full of inquiry. You waved him off, making it clear that you would stay to chat about it later.
“Thank you,” you replied, taking a sip from your new beverage. He shrugged you off, the gesture small and nothing that was requiring of a thanks.
“Jake was sick all week, so when he asked us all to come out, we jumped at the chance. He skipped practice and everything, which is really unlike him. I’ve seen him pick up that guitar with pneumonia.” He chuckled.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know.” You breathed, realizing then that he took the separation just as hard as you did.
“I’m surprised you didn’t catch it from him. He was so sick he couldn’t even get out of bed. I went over to his place once, but he was asleep so I just let him be.” Josh had no idea, but you were indeed suffering from the same sickness that Jake had. Heartbreak was more deadly than any other virus, and the two of you were plagued with it. Apparently Jake had the same idea as you and was hoping for a peaceful night to drink the despair away. Or, he was plotting for the absolute opposite.
“Yeah, that is strange. He never told me he was sick.” You muttered, lying through your teeth. Of course he didn’t tell you he was sick; he hadn’t told you anything at all since the last time you saw him.
“So was this planned, or is he just pulling a classic Jake move and hoping he’ll run into you?” Josh raised an eyebrow.
“Definitely not planned, so it must be the latter.” You took another long drink from your glass, wondering when the whiskey would satiate the hurt in your heart. When the burn did not even come close to the painful ache, you worried that it might be permanent.
“Something on your mind, friend who is definitely not a girlfriend? You seem off.” You caught his eye, nearly laughing at his statement. He was correct, you were definitely not a girlfriend, and now it was unlikely that you ever would be. You hated the fact that the option was no longer possible, because being his girlfriend no longer seemed like the worst thing in the world. If anything, you almost liked the idea.
“Lots, but nothing important.” You admitted, knowing that you could never profess such feelings to the brother of the man you loved so deeply. Telling Josh before Jake would be blasphemous, and you could not bring yourself to involve him in the mess you made. Well, any further, anyway.
“I think it’s important,” he assured you, trying to hold your gaze in hopes that his eyes would speak the truth better than his words could. You gave him a soft smile, appreciating his kindness but painfully aware that you were undeserving of it. Once he knew the truth, you were certain he would like you a lot less than he did in that moment. You felt guilty that you were maintaining a conversation with him after hurting Jake so much, but you could not explain your need to talk to him. He was the closest thing you had to a friend, even if you did not know him very well. More than that, he reminded you of the boy you missed with such intensity. When you spoke to him, he gave that same sense of home, even if he was not the home you were in need of. He was the vacation while you awaited retirement.
“It’s just work stuff. Had a particularly hard client, and I’m just trying to forget about it.” You lied with ease, the dishonesty beginning to turn your soul black and your morals upside down. For your entire life, you valued the truth, and ever since you met Jake, it seemed like you’d forgotten all about it. You lied to him about your feelings, and now you were lying to his brother, too. You were unrecognizable, the sinful months beginning to morph you into someone you tried so hard to run away from. The devil worked fast, and you had not yet found the strength to tell him to stop. You worried that if you could not find the courage soon enough, you would never recover.
“I’m sure you’ll prove them wrong. If you’re as talented as Jake says you are, I’m not sure how anyone could be dissatisfied with your work.” His name sent another blow straight to your stomach.
When a hand was placed on his shoulder and his attention was pulled in another direction, you were thankful for the break. You needed a moment to regain yourself, and you could not do that with Josh’s burning stare and reassuring words pointed at you. The guilt was eating you alive, and you knew you would have to come up with an excuse to evade his company if you wanted to make it through the night alive.
When you managed to catch your breath and settle the erratic nature of your heart, a hand landed on your own shoulder. You looked back, hoping to find one of the other two boys that did not have any affect on you, but instead, you were met with a sinking feeling in your stomach and an emotionally heavy gaze. You couldn’t believe that he approached you first, but as you looked over at Josh’s smiling face, you realized that it was likely all for the appearance. So, in hopes of avoiding and awkward questions, you threw on your biggest smile of the night.
“Jacob,” you greeted, trying to appear comfortable under his burning touch and unwavering stare. There was an obvious hint of reluctance in his eye which easily confirmed your worry. He was only talking to you on behalf of hiding the truth from Josh. You expected to be greeted with anger, or even distaste for him catching you sitting with his brother, but it did not seem like he felt that way at all. If anything, you felt that behind the reluctance to speak to you, pain was pooling in his expression.
“Long time no see, sweetheart.” The pet name sent your blood cold. What once was so comforting and sweet now seemed like an insult, or a backhanded gesture to get the last laugh.
“Will she be joining our soirée tonight?” Josh asked his brother. The two of you shared a look, and eventually you turned to Josh with a small shake of your head. In that moment, he realized the depth of the situation and a sense of sympathy formed on his face. “I see,” he said, taking a drink from his cup to avoid the awkwardness of speaking again.
“Could I… would you mind… I’d just like a minute alone with him, if that’s alright.” You struggled through the statement, anxiety written all over you. You had no idea what you were doing, but you were too far gone to stop yourself, now. Something about Jake made it so difficult to think before acting.
“Oh, yeah, f’course.” Josh said, nearly tripping over himself to stand. “I’ll grab that booth over there. I’m sure Sam and Daniel will be joining us soon.” He said, not waiting around for a second longer. You watched as Josh disappeared, almost immediately regretting your decision to stay. After a few moments of awkward silence filled with background chatter and obnoxious music, you managed to turn to face him.
“Can you… sit for a minute?” You mumbled, embarrassed to be taking the step. You didn’t notice it, but he was overjoyed that you spoke to him at all. He did come to the bar with intent to find you there, but he certainly did not expect a friendly conversation from you.
“Sure,” he bit down on his tongue, holding back the term of endearment that was begging to be said. He took post in the stool that Josh had previously occupied, looking down at his hands for a moment to gain enough courage to meet your eyes.
You did not know what you were doing, only what you felt in your heart. Had you stopped yourself from speaking and thought about the repercussions, you would have realized how bad of an idea it was to talk to him.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking over at his face.
Maybe you even would have understood that apologizing was giving him the key to your heart again, which would inevitably land you just as hurt and broken as you had been all week.
Doubling back on your promise to stay away from him was essentially pointing a loaded gun at your head, and talking to him was equal to pulling the trigger.
“You’re sorry?” He asked, appalled at the thought of you apologizing. When you asked him to sit, he’d been preparing for the cruelest of insults and the worst of your thoughts. “No, angel. I’m sorry.” You has completely thrown him off track, and every thought he had while waking into the bar no longer existed. The only thing that mattered was your sad eyes and your heart that was splayed so delicately on your sleeve. The hurt was gone, replaced with the longing he’d been burying deep inside himself.
“You don’t need to be.” You shook your head. “Well, you do, but not nearly as much as I should be.” You did not have intent to rekindle the relationship, but you did want to settle the score.
At least that’s what you were trying to convince yourself. As you repeated it in your head, your hands were desperate to reach out for him and your body was aching to be held by him again.
“I shouldn’t have responded like that.” You let out a long breath, trying to gather your thoughts as you poured your heart out to him. “I, uh, I don’t like falling in love, and relationships terrify me, but you didn’t deserve that.” You had no idea why you were trying so hard with him, and no idea why you hoped that he would understand. You didn’t want to be with him, and you didn’t want him to feel like that was your intent. It was better left unsaid, but for some reason, you could not will yourself to walk away from him. Even more so, you could not let him walk away from you again. “I do care about you, Jake. I just don’t really know how to do that anymore, and when you said it so bluntly, it scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh.” He breathed, enthralled in the details of your face. He felt himself falling for you all over again, and this time, it did not scare him nearly as much as the last. You tried to deny it, but you felt the familiar gravitational pull pushing you towards him. You were enamoured with him from the minute you caught sight of his face. “I shouldn’t have thrown it on you like that. It was unfair, and I can see that now. I just… it felt right, and I couldn’t stop myself.” He admitted, almost appearing nervous as he tried his best to be transparent with you the same way you were with him. “I promised you, y/n, and I hate that I couldn’t keep it.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes darting to the whiskey glass in your hand.
“I guess I didn’t keep my promise very well, either.” You chuckled. “I couldn’t even admit it, even if we were playing house every day.” You sipped your drink, hoping that it might calm your nerves. When he looked as if he was waiting for you to continue, you did. “I care about you a lot, Jake. So much that it scares me. I felt it, too, and I don’t know why I couldn’t just say it, or at least respond with less… crazy.” You laughed. For the first time since he’d joined you that night, a smile crossed his lips, too. It was blinding, the kind that you couldn’t fake, and it warmed your heart.
“You’ve always been more than sex.” He confessed, profound and sincere. “You are worth the whole world and more, and I’m sorry that I said that. I didn’t mean it, but it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.” You were so relieved that you felt tears begin to prickle your eyes. For the first time since he walked out of your house that night, the world did not feel like it was ending. “And you look stunning tonight, as always.”
“Don’t push it, Jacob.” You giggled, feeling the need to lean over and kiss him. You held back, not out of fear of love, but because you worried he might not want it. There was no way you could stop yourself if he leaned in first, and the more the seconds passed, the more comfortable you grew with the thought.
“You remember the last time we sat here?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning into you so similar to how he did that very first night.
“How could I forget?” You rolled your eyes. “Pretty sure you were wearing the same, tacky dress pants.”
“And you were just as insulting.” He teased, but the look in his eye lead you to believe he was not hurt by your words. Instead, he seemed estatic to hear that same tone of voice again.
“Two condoms in your wallet?” You bit back a smile.
“Three, actually.” He corrected. “Was hoping I could find someone who I could keep with me all weekend.” The look in his eye darkened slightly, letting you know he was thinking of all the filthy things the two of you could get up to with three, uninterrupted days.
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place.” You offered, pretending as if you weren’t thinking of the exact same things.
“Am I?” He challenged, leaning just a bit closer. “Don’t tell me I have to do this all over again.”
“A little courtship wouldn’t kill you, Jacob.” You swung your chair in his direction, facing him with the playful look in your eye he loved so much. “How bad do you want it?” You pressed further, leaning down slightly so he had a clear view of the cleavage your dress was allowing.
“I don’t even think I could make it to the bathroom, this time.” The seriousness in his tone was chilling, and in a moment of sheer irrationality, your hand reached over and rested on his. The moment contradicted all he had been afraid of, and although the gesture was small, it was more permissive than anything you’d done in the time you knew him.
He stood, moving towards you and capturing your face in his hands. With great intensity, he leaned down and placed his lips to yours. The kiss was heated, letting you know that he’d been thinking about it just as much as you had in the time spent apart, and neither of you wanted it to end.
For a moment, things seemed perfect.
But, you were far too grown to believe that perfection was possible, and your judgement was momentarily clouded by the yearning of your heart.
When you lived a lifestyle as sinful as yours, the devil had a helping hand in every aspect, and God did not have enough sympathy to grant you enough grace to allow for a moment of peace.
“Too much to say I missed you?” He mumbled against your lips, dreading the moment in which he would have to part from you. It was a phrase the two of you used often, and the answer was almost the same every single time.
“Just enough.” You replied, your heart begging to burst from your chest.
The problem was nowhere near resolved, and all you had done was found an island after being stranded in the ocean. It allowed for temporary relief, but not salvation.
“Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”
“If we’re keeping score, I’d owe you plenty of drinks.”
“This is more than enough for me, angel.” He assured you, his lips still hovering over your own.
“One drink, then, and I’ll make it up to you later.” You offered, giving him a sly smile. The filthy invitation was subtle, but he could read you like a book. Filthy was the only thing the two of you knew, and it would not be easy to break out of it, even if you both committed to trying.
“Can we skip to that part? I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“So impatient, Jacob.” You let out a disapproving tsk. “I heard once that the wait makes it all the better.”
“What can I say, sweetheart. You always bring out the worst in me.” His thumb drifted over your cheek, the glimmer of love in his eye returning as if it never left. “Besides, I think we have a lot of time to make up for.” His other hand landed on your thigh, just below the ending of the skirt of your dress. The touch was light, but electrifying. You knew that you could search to the ends of the earth, and you would still never find anyone who even came close to Jake.
“Don’t get yourself worked up, honey. It’ll be a long night for you.” You reached out, your hand landing on his side as you pulled him closer.
“For me?” He raised an eyebrow. The two words sent a rush of arousal straight to your core, and for a moment, you thought you would allow him to fuck you right over the bar top if it meant you could have him again. “Careful, angel. Would hate to have to remind you of who’s in charge.” You squeezed your thighs together to satiate the ache that was steadily growing. He noticed the tense of your muscles under his hand, a wicked look in his eye forming as he realized the mess he was causing between your legs.
“A double whiskey, please.” You tried to keep your voice as strong as possible, but the words came out strained. You were desperate to change the topic, but he was never one to give up so easily. He tightened his fingers around your leg for just a moment, the familiar smirk growing on his lips as he stepped away.
“Whatever you want, baby.” He hummed as he took a seat again, waiting for the bartender to return to the two of you. “Just be sure that’s what you want.” He said, looking over his shoulder at Ray who was serving a group of older men.
“What game are you playing, Jacob?”
“No games,” he promised “I’m just saying, if you want something, don’t be scared to ask for it.” At his words, something inside you snapped. You stood, not the least bit worried about your bluntness, and gave him a hard stare.
‘Self-righteous prick’ you thought to yourself. ‘God, I love it.’
“Meet me in the bathroom.” You said, only loud enough for him to hear. Hiding a smile, he watched you as you stormed towards the bathroom, his eyes focused intently on your ass. With a shrug of his shoulders, he finished the last of your drink, waiting only a moment before he stalked off in the same direction, uncaring about anyone catching you two in the act. When he approached the door to the bathroom, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, but you swung it open and pulled him inside before his fist even had the chance to hit the wood. Before the door was closed behind you, your lips connected with his in a fervent embrace. As you attempted to push the door shut, your other hand was already unbuttoning his infuriatingly attractive shirt. His hands were on you, roaming every exposed inch of you and familiarizing himself with the feeling of you on his skin.
“And I’m the impatient one?” He smirked against your kiss, unable to hold back his thoughts.
“Shut the fuck up.” You muttered, finally managing to free the last button from his shirt. He reached up, tangling your curled hair in his fist and holding it tightly.
“Watch your fucking mouth.” He warned. Just because he had missed you did not mean that he was willing to give up the control.
“Shut the fuck up, sir.” You repeated, making sure to annunciate the title with as much detail as you could. As much as you missed his company, you missed pushing his buttons far more. “Is that better?
“Do you want me to leave you here all by yourself?” He questioned, the dominance in his voice familiar and incredibly enticing. Perhaps you decided to misbehave just to see it again, because in that moment, you felt at home again. “I will, angel. I’ll go out and order a drink, and you can take care of that ache between your legs all alone.” Your stomach plummeted at the thought of him leaving you on your lonesome. “You don’t like the sound of that, do you?”
“No, sir.” You shook your head, focused on his erection that was pressing into your hip. You doubted that he would do as he said, but you still feared that he might.
“Then lose the fucking attitude.” He ordered, taking a step forward so you were pushed against the wall. “I missed you too, but you need to be good for me, okay? If we’re in here for too long, people are going to notice we’re gone, and then we’ll be in trouble.”
“Okay.” You breathed, agreeing and knowing it was best to get to the point as fast as you could. Avoiding an awkward conversation was in your best interest, and your best interest was his biggest priority. You watched him as he sunk to his knees before you, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress and hiking it up to your navel. His lips dusted over your thighs, the sight nearly sending him weak. It had been far too long since he had you like this, but as much as he would have loved to keep you there with him all night, he knew he had to hurry.
“Dressing up for someone, sweetheart?” He asked, letting his fingers trail over the black lace of your thong. He tried to frame his question as inquisitive, but you knew it ran far deeper than teasing you. He was wondering if you had plans to meet with someone else. The thought nearly made him sick, but he felt as though he needed to know the answer.
“No, sir.” You promised. He looked up, catching your eye and living in the moment of sincerity.
“So this is all for me?” He smiled.
“Always.” You reached down, cupping his cheek in your palm. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, feeling the warmth and wishing it could last forever. His fingers hooked through the sides of your underwear as he slowly pulled them away from your hips. He let the flimsy material fall to your ankles, his eyes heavy and clouded with desire for you.
“You’re too good to me, angel.” He purred, helping you free one leg from the thong. Instead of focusing on the other one, he guided the freed leg over his shoulder and placed a trail of sloppy kisses on the inside of your thigh.
The air between you was different, but in no negative way like you previously thought it would be. It was more passionate, more relaxed, and most of all, more loving. The confession of feelings did not change anything between you two like you feared. It only seemed to made the connection stronger, and so much better. You felt like an idiot for turning him away, and you regretted turning him down without a second thought. All that the two of you were doing was loving; the only difference from then to now was the words being spoken into existence. You cared much too deeply about the small word that held so little value, and not enough about the boy who found home between your legs. Now that you had him again, you vowed to never let yourself be so foolish again.
When his mouth connected with your core, you could not contain the pornographic moan that left your lips. A week to most was nothing, just a small amount of time that was easily forgotten. A week without Jake, however, was no less than torture, especially having left things so badly. The feeling of his tongue on you was addicting, and for the last seven days, you were a woman plagued with the worst of withdrawals. One hundred and sixty eight hours without his touch was excruciating, and ten thousand and eighty minutes without the grace of his presence felt worse than any hell that awaited you in the afterlife.
Any time spent away from Jake was horrible, and you never wanted to be apart from him again.
“Taste just as good as I remember, sweetheart.” He pulled away just long enough to slip in the comment, the husky tone of his voice sending your knees weak. “How fast do you think you can cum for me?”
“I don’t know, baby.” You breathed, already missing the feeling of his mouth. He should have phrased his question better; he was not wondering about your ability to orgasm, but rather how fast he could get you there. The answer was up to him, and he was nothing if not keen on a challenge. Without any further conversation, his tongue had found your clit once again, and this time, he was working with intent. “Oh, fuck.” You whined, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging at the roots.
The feeling of your fingers knotted in the locks of hair was exhilarating, better than any substance he could imagine. The taste of your arousal on his lips was like heaven, and he was a fool to have walked away from you. You were the best thing his hands ever had the opportunity to touch, and you were the only thing his heart desired. It did not matter if you were in the backseat of a car, or in a dirty bar bathroom, or even laid on the most expensive mattress the world had to offer; the moment was sacred to him, and it had everything to do with you.
He hummed against you, a wordless praise for the beautiful noises slipping past your lips. When you let his name mixed within them, he knew he would never hear a more beautiful sound. He was certain that the world could not offer any more than you, and his name would never sound half as pretty painted on someone else’s lips. He was unequivocally in love with you, and he no longer felt the need to run from it. This was where he was meant to be, foolishly happy and living with his head between your legs.
You let in a sharp intake of breath as he raised his hand to your cunt and slipped his fingers inside of you. Within seconds, he curled his fingers just right and hit the spot inside you only he knew how to find. He knew you better than anyone else in the world, but more than that, he was the only person who cared enough to know you so well. You were a mess, the sounds echoing off the walls adding to the sexual tension in the room and only driving him into a frenzy. Pleasing you had become his favourite pastime, and he was devestatingly good at it. Your hips bucked forward into his hand and his mouth, and you could feel him smile against you.
Driving you crazy had quickly become his trademark, and he was happy he could put the talent to use once more.
You were dangerously close, your walls constricting against him as you tried to fight the waves of pleasure. You body was sticky with sweat and your hair and makeup was likely ruined, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Jake, just like always. The knot in your belly was begging to unravel, taunting you further with every pump of his fingers and flick of his tongue. You hated how easy it was for him to send you in to such a state, but above all, you were thankful that he’d managed to find you amidst the chaos of the world.
As you began to descend into pleasure, the only thing you could think of was how grateful you were that out of billions of people, you were the lucky one to be able to have Jake.
If you told yourself that months ago, you would laugh and spit in your own face.
But the devil was a master at his trade, and this specific trade happened to be all things sex. It was impossible not to fall victim to it, even if it would eventually be the cause of your demise.
“Please don’t stop, m’gonna cum.” You pleaded, your grip tightening around the strands of hair tangled between your fingers. Your legs began to quiver and your mind quickly dissolved into desperate, obscene thoughts about the boy driving you mad. A particularly coarse moan tore from your chest, letting him know how good he was making you feel. Then, underneath the sound of your pleasure, so quiet that you almost missed, you heard him moan against you. It was filled with emotion, showing you all of him at once; the need for you, the weakness he had in regards to you, and the pure joy he felt from pleasing you.
And it sent you into absolute bliss.
You came hard, your body tensing as he held your hips tightly, keeping his mouth on you for as long as he could. He soaked up the pleasure, letting it settle heavily in his bones. It weighed him down with likeness to cement, forcing him to stay on the ground and live solely to please you for the rest of his life. As you came down, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His tongue was still focused on your clit and his fingers moved as if he wanted to force you into another orgasm.
“Jake, please stop.” You gasped, the sting of overstimulation infiltrating every nerve in your body. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pull his head away from you in reaction to the feeling. He did not stop, and he did not even show any signs of slowing. He wanted you to come again, and he wasn’t willing to back down. “Jake,” you tried again, but you knew that he would not stop unless you spoke the right word. A small part of you wanted to, but a bigger part of you wanted to continue. You had learned long ago that whatever Jake was willing to give you was worth more than anything else, and pain from him was worlds better than pleasure from another.
That was the funny thing about the devil; he forced your hand in believing that his torture was bliss.
He let out another moan against you, his cock painfully hard and strained against his pants. He needed you desperately, but not as much as he needed the taste of you on his tongue. It was more than a necessity; it was a matter of life or death. If he pulled away, he feared his heart would stop and his lungs would deflate.
“Fuck!” You yelped, your abdomen painfully tense and your mind swimming with nothing but a need to slow down. Still, he was like an addiction, and stopping was not an option. You too felt as though you would succumb to death if you had to go without him. He knew that despite your protests, you were close to the edge once again. Your body told him more than your words, and the rock of your hips against his hand and the way your walls clenched around his fingers, inviting them further inside told him all he needed to know.
The next orgasm that ravaged your body set your skin on fire and reduced your brain to mush. You could not speak, nor could you even force his name out. Your throat constricted alongside the rest of your body, and sweat began to bead on your forehead. Your hands were too weak to hold on to his hair any longer, and the only reason you were upright was because of his iron grip on you. This time, when you came down, his movements slowed with the beat of your heart. He moved his mouth first, and then his fingers followed. He looked up at your face, his chin glistening with wetness, and a smile blossomed on his lips.
“How was that, angel?” He asked, slowly rising to his feet. You could not form an answer, instead only blinking at him as you tried to steady your breathing. But, your silence was enough of a response for him, and he guided you towards the countertop before you could even begin to recover.
Your head was still spinning as he bent you over the counter and unbuckled his belt. You watched him in the mirror as he spit into his hand, rubbing himself for a moment before he rested the tip of his cock on you. He caught your eye into the mirror, giving you a small smirk as he studied your fucked out expression. Your eyes were glued to his face, memorizing the details of him too, fearful that you might miss something. The seven days spent apart had done nothing but make you dread what life would be like if you never saw him again. Now that he was there, standing behind you with his hands on you, you never wanted to be apart from him again. You did not want to miss out on a single moment of life with Jake, and you felt stupid for not being able to admit it sooner.
“Do you want it, sweetheart?” He asked, his tone low and filled with lust. “Do you want me?”
“I do,” you nodded, your voice raspy and your desperation evident. You caught his eye, a chill running down your spine at the expression he held in his gaze. His jaw was hard set and his nostrils were slightly flared. The sight of him alone was sending you feral, and you didn’t know if you could wait much longer. “Please, Jake. I need you.”
“You need me?” He taunted, pushing his hips forward ever so gently. The feeling of him inside you was thrilling, even if it was just barely. Only the tip rested inside you, and even though you both wanted to go further, the small action was worth more than anything else. You were certain Jake could give you anything, even including the smallest of gestures, and you would thank him until your lungs gave out from a lack of air. Any kindness from him was enough, and you were certain his injustices even bordered pleasure. He was everything, and you couldn’t believe he was yours.
“I need you,” you reiterated, giving him a look of desperation through the mirror. “Please, baby.” You tried again, feeling him push into you a little more. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing that soon enough he would not be able to resist the temptation. “You always make me feel so good.” He took in a sharp breath at your words, finally finding enough kindness to give you what you wanted.
When he bottomed out inside of you, he sat for a moment, completely still as he revelled in the feeling. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back towards the ceiling just enough to expose the muscles of his neck. His adams apple stuck out against his tanned skin, the glisten of sweat on him making the picturesque moment even more beautiful. His shirt was still on his shoulders, but all of the buttons were undone and his chest was bare, begging to be admired. You let your eyes trail all the way from his collarbones, drinking in the detail until your gaze settled on his navel. Then, your stare landed on the sight of his hips meeting yours, thinking about how the two of you fit together so perfectly that it was sinful not to indulge in the ritual.
You clenched around him, biting back a smirk as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He let his hand drift up your back, settling in tight hold on your shoulder. “I missed that tight little cunt.” He muttered, finally meeting your eyes in the reflection again. Your stomach twisted into knots, your legs going weak again just at his words. Behind his pupil, you could see the streak of evil that so often ran through him. When your eyes went out of focus, you swore that devil horns sat atop his head much like the first night you shared with him, but this time they were not hidden in the blackness of night. They were in plain sight, and you did not even believe he was trying to hide it anymore.
It was almost funny, how you had been so scared of his hellish nature in the beginning, and now you had fallen in love with it just the same as the rest of him.
He withdrew his hips slowly and steadily, and then with the force of his hand on your shoulder, pulled you back down on him with a strength that made your head spin. A cry of pleasure fell from your lips as he made it a point to keep up the brutal pace. He was sinister, and that much was obvious, yet you no longer held a fear for his godless power. As time dragged on, a part of your soul had turned vile to match the evil of his own, and the two of you had become one. You could not point a finger at him and call him the devil, because you would have to point at yourself in the mirror and say the same. The wicked nature lived within the both of you, taking over and claiming your body as it’s own. You were possessed by the power, and the two of you ruled hell as one. The fate you feared awaited you was no longer terrifying, because you were now the power you once feared.
You cannot play Russian roulette with Satan, because only he would have the knowledge to create a game so sinister. He passed you the loaded gun, and you put it to your own head even with the knowledge that there was six bullets sitting in the chamber.
You were playing a losing game; after all, how could death itself fear dying?
“This is what you wanted?” He asked, the sound of skin on skin filling the room and leaving little room for anything else. “You wanted me so bad you couldn’t even wait until we got home.”
Until we got home. Insinuating that home was only a place where the two of you existed together, and that home to him was wherever you were.
And god, he was right.
That house was nothing without him in it, and the memories made before his time meant little anymore. He was home, and that house was just a shelter to hide away in until he was there to fill it with love. This time, upon the harsh realizations, you did not shy away from the idea. Instead, you welcomed it with open arms and a smile on your face. Jake was home, a place where you could hide away from the rest of the world. He was a hug after a long day, and a warm blanket after facing the violent cold. He was a place to put your sorrow down, and where you could let the walls of defence fall. He was not the only home you’d ever known, but he was the best one you’d ever known.
You wanted to tell him you loved him. The word was lingering in the air, the sweet taste dancing on the tip of your tongue and it’s soft hand was caressing your cheek. Instead, you moaned his name and told him how good he was making you feel. It was not the confession you wanted to make, but it was enough to satiate the craving until you were strong enough to speak the truth. Sex was the only way you knew how to communicate with him, but you hoped that with time, you would finally be able to speak the words he so badly wanted to hear.
“Shit!” You gasped, his cock slamming into your cervix and sending your thighs rocking into the countertop. You could already feel bruises forming, but you could not find it within yourself to care. When you returned home and took your dress off, it was serve as a reminder that he was real and you weren’t just dreaming of someone so wonderful. A loud slur of moans fell from your lips, and his hand came up to clamp around your mouth while he continued at the same, bruising pace.
“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” He reminded, but sounds of pleasure were seeping from his own lips. “Those are only for me. You know that.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but you could tell that he was getting close from the waver of his words. You let out a while, muffled by the strong hand anchored to your mouth. “I know, angel.” He sympathized, feeling the same way. “Cum for me.”
You did just as he asked, unravelling around his cock and dissolving into a mess below him. He watched your face in the mirror, studying every miniscule detail and searing it into his brain forever. He never wanted to forget what you looked like when you were experiencing such euphoria at his hands. He muffled every noise that slipped out, and he kept his rhythm until you relaxed against him. When your eyes fluttered open and flickered up to meet his own, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching his own climax. His hips stuttered and you felt him twitch inside of you as he painted your walls with his release. His stature faltered and he slumped over slightly, wrapping you in a blanket of warmth as his chest pressed against your back. He released his hold on your mouth as he pressed his mouth to the back of your neck, leaving a few gentle kisses on the exposed skin.
“We have a thing for bathrooms.” You breathed, looking at his reflection through heavily-lidded eyes. You couldn’t help but feel pure adoration at the sight of his face, knowing for certain that you would never see a more beautiful person.
“You know I can’t help myself around you.” He gave a lazy chuckle, straightening up as he pulled out of you. “Especially when you wear such slutty dresses. You could at least leave something to the imagination.” He joked.
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind next time.” You laughed, pushing yourself up off the counter.
“Don’t you dare.” He warned, knowing that he’d miss it more than anything.
“That’s what I thought.” You smirked, moving to clean yourself off as best as you could. “So… we’re okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling at the question. “We’re okay, angel.”
“I… uh, I’d like to do that other part more often, too.” You confessed. He took a step towards you, wrapping you in a hug that expressed all he felt for you in his heart. He placed a kiss to your forehead, smiling against you at the thought of building a relationship with you. When he pulled away, he also took the time to fix the skirt of your dress. Then, he reached up and swiped away your smudged lipstick with his thumb. “Sex is great, but I really like spending time with you, too.”
“We can make that happen.” He promised, looking to you with an astounding amount of sincerity in his eyes. “I’m so sorry that I said that stuff to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I will do everything I can to make up for it.” He cupped your cheek in his hand.
“I’m sorry, too.” You leaned into the touch, closing your eyes for a moment to savour the innocent intimacy. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Jake. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”
“I know,” he said, leaning down and placing a small kiss to your lips. Your heart fluttered and your stomach twisted with joy. Slowly, you began to overcome your fear, because you knew that even the scariest of things did not seem too bad with Jake by your side. “Did you… do you want to come and have a drink with us? I’m sure Josh is out of his mind with worry, now. He really likes you, and I think he’s been scared I was going to fuck it up.”
“Yeah,” you laughed, knowing he was right. “Do you want to come back to my house, tonight?”
“More than anything.” He nodded, the words rushing out of him with a long sigh of relief. “I’ll go and order us drinks. Meet me out there in a few minutes?”
“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, shooing him towards the door. The two of you had already been gone for a suspicious amount of time and you would hate for them to catch on to your act. Jake blew you a kiss as he stepped out the door, closing it gently behind him. You smiled, your cheeks dusting red as you swiped away any fallen mascara specs from under your eyes. You touched up your lipstick and combed your fingers through your hair, and by the time you looked presentable, you could safely leave the bathroom.
You walked out, first noticing Jake by the bar. You sent him a smile, trying to hide the excitement in your eyes as you approached him. It was strange feeling giddy over a grown man, like you were a middle schooler with an embarrassing crush. It was even stranger to know that it was not only reciprocated, but he felt the exact same way you did. You joined his side, smiling at Ray as he fixed your drinks. Jake tucked you safely under his arm, pulling you closer to him as his hand rested on your hip.
“Two double whiskeys.” Ray said, placing the glasses in front of you.
“Thanks darlin’.” You smiled, grabbing yours and taking a long sip out of it.
“Can you combine her tab with mine?” Jake asked, taking a drink from his own cup. You shot him a look protest but he paid you no mind. Ray gave a nod, looking to you as if to ask if everything was alright. You gave him a subtle nod, telling him all he needed to know.
“You head over, I just need to grab my jacket and stuff.” You told him, giving him a reassuring smile.
“Sure thing.” He said, letting his eyes linger over you before turning to join his brothers.
“So it all worked out?” Ray asked, watching you collect your belongings from your chair.
“Seems so.” You shrugged. “I guess things weren’t as bad as I thought they were.”
“Don’t let him break your heart, darlin’.” He said, collecting the empty glasses littering the counters. “You’re worth more than that.”
“I won’t.” You promised, slinging your jacket over your shoulder and holding your drink tightly. “Thanks for being there for me, Ray.”
“I’ve always got your back.” He promised. “I might be old, but I’ve still got fight left in me.” You laughed at his words, nodding in agreement. “Have fun, sweetheart.”
“You know I will!” You called, turning to face the booth that the boys were occupying. Jake was just reaching the table as you began to walk over to join, but he did not sit down. Instead, he seemed to freeze in his tracks and after a few seconds, sent a nervous look over his shoulder at you.
Fear gripped you, but you continued walking towards him in hopes that you were misreading his expression. When you reached the group, you gave a smile to Sam and Danny, but they seemed to have to force their own in return. When your eyes drifted to Josh, he was looking down at his hands settled into his lap. Then, your eyes settled on an unknown girl who was sitting next to Josh in the booth, who was also making quick work at ogling Jake. You swallowed your pride, looking to Jake in hopes of a quick answer or reassurance that this situation was nothing but innocent.
Before he could explain himself, the nameless blonde stood from the booth with a grin on her face, leaning forward without any hesitation and placed a kiss on Jake’s lips. In truth, Jake did not respond, but to you it seemed as if he did. Your eyes were deceiving you on behalf of your broken heart. He placed a stiff hand on her hip, but not in any attempt to draw her closer. He was silently trying to stop her from taking it any further. He was straight as a board, his muscles tense and trying in every way to exude his distaste for the greeting.
When he didn’t respond with enthusiasm, she pulled away and with intent to cover her own bruised ego, shot you a look of daggers. You watched the two, unsure of what was happening, and completely unwilling to find out. The only thing you could do was laugh, and even that came out awkward and painful. It seemed stuck in your throat as tears prickled your eyes.
“Y/n,” Jake warned, taking a step in your direction and completely disregarding the woman who seemed so intent to get his attention. “Please.” He whispered, no louder than a pin drop. He wanted to explain before your mind got the best of you, but your decision was already made. There was nothing he could say to make you feel better.
The real reason he invited his brothers to the bar finally surfaced, and the room was heavy with the weight of his mistake. He’d been so intent to know if you were at the bar waiting for someone else because he had shown up with the intent to entertain another woman. The question was not one of inquire, but an admission of guilt. He had not invited the blonde girl out because he was interested in anything she had to offer; he had invited her to that specific bar on that specific night because he knew you would be there, dressed up and drinking whiskey while you pretended to be interested in the football game playing on the television. He wanted you to see them together, and he was betting on you having a jealous streak. He thought if he could make you jealous, you’d run straight back into his arms.
What he was not expecting was your warm welcome when he’d arrived, nor did he ever think there would be a heartfelt apology. Maturity had lost him when you’d broken his heart, and he wanted to play dirty. He was so immersed in you while you two aired out your thoughts that he failed to remember the other girl who was on her way to meet him there. You always triumphed when it came to anything or anyone else, but this time, your effect on him had been fatal. He dug his own grave and as he stood amidst the chaos he caused, he worried that he sealed it forever.
You wanted to throw your drink in his face, or to scream until your throat was raw and no more sound could be made. You wanted to tell him every bad thing you were thinking and call him every terrible name you could imagine. Instead of any of that, you seemed frozen in place. Your fingers were clasped around your glass so tightly that it nearly shattered under the pressure. Your lips were glued together despite the insults begging to break free. Your eyes held fire but they were calm, which was even more dangerous. He broke your heart once already, but this time, he’d torn it to shreds and discarded it like it was nothing.
There was power in walking away, and it just so happened that walking was your favourite thing to do.
“Enjoy your date, Jacob.” Your words came out clearer and stronger than you thought they would. You feared the familiar crack in your voice would sell you out, but not even that seemed to want to surface. Maybe it was afraid of your consequential anger, too. Your skin felt like there was a million cuts littering the surface, stinging with every pulse of your heart and stretch of your body. Your nerves felt like they were doused in gasoline and he’d thrown a match your way, igniting you without a second thought. He took a step towards you, but you took a step back and shook your head, shutting down whatever idea was running through his mind. He could see the shine of sadness begin to glaze your irises, and he felt equivalent to the dirt on the bottom of your shoe.
“Just listen to me for a second.” He pleaded, knowing that everyone at the table was watching the circus as it unfolded. Horror was not a good enough description for how everyone was feeling, and nobody knew what to do. Worse than that, nobody knew what to expect. The boys were watching you as if you would explode at any second, and god knows you wanted to. But, you were stronger than that, and he didn’t deserve such a reaction.
“Listen to what? I don’t care.” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t care if she’s your girlfriend, or if you weren’t ever planning on seeing her again after tonight, and I don’t even care if she was leverage to hold over my head. I. Don’t. Care.” Your voice was dangerously quiet. Although everyone was sitting right there, they could not hear a word the two of you were saying over the noisy bar atmosphere.
“Don’t say that.”
“I don’t care who she is, I don’t care what you’re doing, and I don’t care about you.” Much similar to his own experience, the heartbreak had turned you vile. You wanted to say whatever you could to hurt him, and you were doing it without insults and profanities. “Every time I start to think that you might be different, or I start think you mean what you say, you prove me wrong. Every fucking time. I’m done, Jake.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked away.
For a moment, you considered leaving the bar, but you could not give him that much satisfaction. This was your bar, and nobody could take that away from you. You did feel reluctant about returning to your normal seat, knowing that you could not face Ray’s knowing stare and worried questions. Instead, you walked to the other end of the bar in the second bartenders section. You knew her, but not nearly as well as you knew Ray, and not nearly enough for her to show you any concern. You drank down the liquor in your cup, the burn achingly strong, yet not nearly enough to distract you from the sound of your own breaking heart.
You ordered another drink, feeling five sets of eyes lingering on the back of your head. Jake watched as you sat down, confused and hurt about your statement, yet knowing that he deserved it for trying to play such a childish game. He was pained to know he hurt you again, and he was pained to know that you would not respond to any attempts to apologize.
So, he did what he knew best, and he carried on as if you never hurt him at all. He snaked his arm around the other girls waist, giving a short apology for the confusion, and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. If you did not care, then neither did he. If he continued on, he thing that maybe you would be upset enough to confront him.
In that moment, the two of you meant nothing to each other.
Well, that’s what you were trying to convince yourselves, at least.
You were furious, wanting to go over there and blow up at him with every single insult you could think of, to hit him and scream and cry because he hurt you so badly. Instead, you allowed yourself to peek over your shoulder with just enough time to watch him kiss her. You felt like someone had just punched you in the stomach. The air was knocked from your lungs and you felt like you were going to be sick. His lips were locked with another girls while the remnants of his orgasm was still threatening to run down your thigh and yours was lingering on his chin.
That seemed to be the most sickening thought of all.
Jealousy flooded you, making your skin prickle with indignation. The next drink that was sat in front of you was gone almost as soon as it was placed there, and you decided it was best to order two at a time to keep up with the ache in your chest. You looked back over at him again, unable to resist the urge. You saw her laughing, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she smiled up at Jake. She was clinging on to whatever he was saying, clearly hoping he would take her to the bathroom and do the same to her as he did with you just moments before.
As you studied the scene, you knew that jealousy was not the correct term for what you were feeling. You were envious of the situation in the booth. You wanted to be wrapped around him, laughing at his jokes and making relationships with his brothers. You wanted what she had in that moment, and you wanted it with a fervor you’d never quite felt before. You could not call it jealousy, because you were not worried about her taking something that belonged to you. In truth, Jake was never yours. You had ensured that long before the night’s events unfolded. You could not be jealous about something that did not belong to you, and Jake did not and he never would.
Envy was a much better description, because quite frankly, you never would have what she did in that moment. You and Jake could not comprehend simplicity, nor could you find the courage to love each other openly. Even from the very beginning, you and Jake struggled. Whether it was bickering because you refuted your connection, or because you simply enjoyed the struggle, it had never been easy. You were green with envy over something you would never have, and what she seemed to be getting so easily. You were sick at the thought, and pained to know that you’d fallen hard enough to feel such devastating emotions.
You felt a tear slip down onto your cheek as you drowned your sorrows in whiskey. Sometimes, it seemed like your own personal holy water. Once the first tear fell, the floodgates opened and your cheeks were soaked with physical reminders of your own stupidity.
You were crying so hard that your shoulders were shaking with the heaves of your chest, and you could no longer see the glass that was held tightly in your hand.
Then, a gentle touch landed on your shoulder. It was unfamiliar, but comforting, and you felt like you knew who it was before you even turned around. His second hand landed on your other shoulder, and you leaned backwards into the touch until the back of your head landed on his chest. Once he knew you were going to be receptive of his touch, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly while you tried to swallow down your drowning sadness.
“Seems like you’ve been more than a girl who is a friend all along.” Josh hummed, his hold protective and his heart breaking for you.
“I’ve always been exceptionally good at lying to myself.” You rasped, raising a hand to wipe your cheeks clean.
“Mind if I sit?”
“It’s probably better if you don’t.” You sighed, sniffling away another sob.
“Well, I’ve always been exceptionally good at breaking the rules.” He shrugged, pulling out the chair beside you and taking a seat.
“That’s hard for me to believe.” You chuckled, looking over at him with puffy eyes and a red nose. You were in no state to be socializing, but he didn’t seem to care.
“You better believe it, mama.” He said, taking a sip of his own drink. You cocked your head to the side, a small smile stuck on your lips as you processed the pet name. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, pulling a coin from his pocket and tossing it down on the table. He seemed to be the beacon of light in the suffocating darkness. His jokes and bright smile soothed your sorrowful soul, and you wondered what it would be like to be friends with him forever. With Josh around, you had a hard time picturing any sadness at all.
“For you, it’s free.” You assured him. “And this is a quarter. I’m not that steep.” You slid the coin back towards him, watching as he stopped it with his finger. Instead of putting it back in his pocket, he tossed it in one of the tip jars sitting on the bar top.
“I’m honoured.” He gave you a grin, breathtaking and beautiful, but so different than his brothers. For twins, their differences were staggering. “He’s an idiot, you know.”
“To each their own.” You shrugged, picking up a shelled peanut from the dish in front of you for something to fidget with. “Has he been dating her the whole time?”
“Her? No.” He shook his head, almost laughing at the thought. “She was the first girl who was just a friend, but she wasn’t really much of a friend at all. More or less just a girl.” He explained, swirling the ice around his glass with his straw. “I think I ran into her the first weekend we moved here. She was sneaking out sometime in the morning, and of course, I had to introduce myself.”
“Don’t know why I’d expect any less.” You chuckled, recalling the first time you’d ever met him.
“Some people never change.” He smirked. “After that, I never saw her again. Which was fantastic, because I didn’t really like her all that much. Definitely not as much as I liked you.”
“That’s good.” You smiled, waiting for him to continue. You felt honoured that josh liked you as much as he did. He seemed protective of his brother, and rightfully so. You wondered why he thought you were so good for him when all you ever seemed to do was cause Jake pain.
“I met a few girls after that, but they never stuck around. You, though? I could see it in his eyes that day. He never wanted you leave.” He leaned back in his seat, seeming like he was racking his brain for the best way to explain himself. “Usually, the girls leave before he even bothers to get out of bed. Then, he started talking about you all of the time, and I realized that this was more than just a drunken accident. When he wanted us to meet you, I knew he was head over heels.”
“He’s got a funny way of showing it.” You replied, your distaste for his actions clear in your face. “But, I guess I’m not the best at it, either.”
“I never said he was good at showing it.” He laughed. “I love him, but it doesn’t mean I always have to agree with him.”
“True.” You nodded in agreement.
“I think I had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong when he came home last weekend and slammed his door hard enough to shake the building and then locked himself in his apartment for days. Maybe you and I were both trying to pry some information out of each other, earlier.”
“Sorry about that.” You buried your red cheeks in your glass as you swallowed the liquid down, ashamed of your actions.
“Don’t be, ‘cause I was doing it, too.” He said, admitting to his own guilt. “You don’t have to tell me about that if you don’t want to, but I’m all ears if you need it.”
“I’m the classic sob story, Josh.” You leaned forward, signalling to the bartender to make you another drink. She gave a thumbs up in response. “Divorcée, dead dad, a knack for self punishment and a plethora of commitment issues.”
“Wouldn’t call that classic. You’ve got quite the collection of pain.” He laughed, finding your blunt statement humorous. “Is that why you were so strict on being friends?”
“Yeah, I don’t do the whole dating thing. Divorce usually does that to a person.” You joked, dumping the last of your ice into your new drink and handing the empty to the bartender. “When I met Jake, I was pretty clear about that, but there’s something about him, I guess.”
“And about you, too.” He reminded.
“I thought Jake was on the same page, but we both seemed to blur the lines. We spent so much time together that it would be more strange for us not to fall in love.” You explained. “When he confessed that he had feelings for me, I panicked. I know I shouldn’t have, but I just don’t think I was ready for anything to change. I hurt him, he hurt me, and neither of us were mature enough to apologize.”
“Until tonight.” He corrected.
“Yeah, but then he invited Barbie to drink with you guys.” You grumped, trying to fake cheerfulness as you said the nickname you’d pinned on her.
“May I add some insight?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You caught his gaze, silently giving him permission to do so. “I don’t think he wanted Barbie to drink with us. I think he wanted you to drink with us, but he didn’t know how to ask. He invited her to piss you off, and that was before you guys talked it out.”
“He sure did piss me off, but he hurt me pretty badly, too.”
“I know, and I’m not defending him.” He wanted to make that abundantly clear. “He’s in love, and love makes him stupid. He doesn’t know how to deal with getting hurt, so he just… doesn’t. Or, he acts like a jerk.”
“You seem to know him pretty well.”
“We didn’t share a womb for nothing.” He grinned. “He’s my twin, but he’s also my best friend. I’ve been there through everything, and I’ve seen it all.”
“So you’re not just a brother of the twin kind, you’re also a friend that is considered the best.” You noted, tipsiness radiating from your statement. You liked the banter that always seemed plentiful between the two of you. It reminded you of your own sister.
“What do you think? Do I make a good friend?” He watched you closely as he waited for an answer. After a moment, you nodded.
“A great one, even.” He smiled at your words and you could not seem to ignore the blush of his cheeks.
“I’m not telling you to go back to him, or to forgive him. Although I would very much like for the two of you to be together, sometimes things just don’t work out. Jake’s a lover by nature, even if he tries to pretend he isn’t, and I know he’s cursing himself as he sits there beside her and not you.”
“Lover by nature?” You inquired, now oddly curious about his life. That was something you never would have pegged him for.
“Oh yeah,” Josh chuckled, the liquor clearly getting the best of him. “He loves to love, and he’s as loyal as a dog. When his last girlfriend broke his heart, he tried to put on this tough act and pretend that love wasn’t his thing. He did the hookups and the failed talking stages, and I think for a while he convinced himself he was truly happy with it. When he met you, I think he realized that happy was the exact opposite of how he’s been feeling for the last year or so.”
“She hurt him pretty bad, eh?” You asked, recalling the pained expression in Jake’s eye the last night you had all went to the bar together.
“That doesn’t even scratch the surface.” He grimaced. “I hated seeing him sad, but I was so happy that he actually left her for good.”
“I wouldn’t hurt him like that.” You didn’t even realize the words that slipped past your lips until it was too late. Josh gave you a sympathetic smile as you scolded yourself for letting such a thing slip.
“I know, mama.” He said, the sincerity in his voice astounding. “Why do you think I like you so much?” Your cheeks turned red at his comment, and you gave him a smile.
“I like you too, Josh.” You mumbled. “Thanks for talking to me. I feel a lot better.”
“I’m glad,” he said, looking past you and over at the pool tables. Sam and Danny seemed to be caught in a game that was headed nowhere. As he did so, you looked back at the booth where Jake was sat with the bubbly blonde. He had moved to the opposite side of the table, presumably so he could get a clear view of you and Josh. When you caught his eye that seemed to be glued to the pair of you, your suspicions were confirmed. You did not hold his gaze, nor did you signal that you even noticed him looking. Instead, you stood and brought Josh into a hug, thanking him for caring enough to check on you.
Envy was not a strong enough word to describe what washed over Jake. Yes, he wished he could be the one that your arms were wrapped around and yes, he desperately wanted to be the person who was listening to the tellings of your heart. More than that, he was furious that Josh thought he had the right to be that person for you, and he was broken at the idea of you allowing him to be. He was reaping the consequences of his own actions, and there was nothing he could do but suffer the wrath of the devil for the sins he had committed.
As you pulled away from Josh, you looked back to the booth and saw Jake leaning over the table to capture his date in a kiss. Your stomach twisted with disgust, and you felt frozen in place. The two of you were caught in a game of pain, but you weren’t even aware you were playing. You did not speak to Josh in hopes of upsetting Jake, but he was kissing her in hopes of hurting you. If you had to admit it, he was doing a fantastic job. Your pain was so loud that you barely heard Josh ask you to join them in playing a game of pool.
When he asked a second time, you mustered a nod as you fought back the urge to vomit. He led you towards the table, but your eyes could not seem to stray from the disturbing scene before you. Jake was fighting a battle that he did not need to fight at all. You had no idea what point he was trying to prove, and no idea why he had the sudden urge to stray further from the love you two were trying to rekindle. As you picked up a pool cue, you decided you did not care. When you lined up the first shot, you both knew you had already won.
He was like poison, drawing you in and burning you with every touch. You loved him so deeply even if you knew he was killing you, and it drove you crazy enough that you would even cause him harm just to hear your name on his lips. You couldn’t bear the thought of not having him, but having him too close always drove you to a bittersweet end. You knew it was time to give him up, but you did not know if you could do that at all. For certain, you knew you could not do it without one last fight.
Even as you tried to convince yourself that you did not care about his actions, the color green was bleeding from the walls. The haze of smog in the room had an emerald hue, and the green velvet of the pool table reflected exactly how your heart was feeling. You were certain that if you looked in a mirror, your skin would be following suit, too. Envy was written all over you, stemming from the unnamed blonde who was wrapped around Jake like he belonged to her. It also grew from the knowledge that Jake was letting her, as if he never had a promise to come home with you at all. You might not have seen it, but when it came to belonging, his heart only lied with you. He was yours, even if he could not express it properly.
What you didn’t see was the green vines that were tangling themselves around Jake’s body, slowly strangling the life out of him as his own envy took hold. He watched as you laughed with his brothers, drinking and carefree while you shot at the balls scattered across the pool table. He wished he could have what they did in that moment; you, with a smile on your face and a laugh stuck on your lips. He wanted you, and everything you had to offer, and he felt like an idiot for letting you walk away this time. He did not want to be in the booth with the girl that meant so little to him, and he did not want his lips on anyone but you. His regret was paralyzing, but his pride stopped him from apologizing yet again.
You were both dying as you stood, and suffering as you watched. Both of you had the power to change, but so much sin had infiltrated your lives that doing the right thing no longer mattered. Any moral, and any idea of right and wrong no longer existed, replaced with wicked evil and blind obedience to a higher power that would ultimately take your life. The devil watched as the two of you sealed your fate, laughing loudly as you walked yourselves into his trap. With one more deadly sin to go, he wondered if the two of you would ever realize your wrongdoing before it was ultimately too late.
The only question that remained was one of fate. How much sin could you commit before punishment was due? You were two people who had been sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment at the hands of your own godless morale, and you were so blind to your own stupidity that you had not even gone searching for salvation. Better yet, you had not even realized that you were in need of it. When the time came and you were ready to repent, the church would turn you away and laugh in your face.
Religion never seems important until you’ve engaged in so much sin that salvation is no longer an option.
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Chapter 10
"Little by little, we cross the line
Little by little, the ties that bind
Little by little, by little, by little...
Little by little tonight."
- Alice Cooper
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Oh, the unholiest of fucks…
Lucifer swallowed hard; a deep flush flooding his face as he grappled with trying to process everything that he was seeing…everything he was feeling.
Multiple glowing-green tentacles were snaking toward him now; sliding up his calves and sliding under his jacket; one especially large one raised itself; then dipped it’s pointed end at his collar; coiling down and wrapping around his abdomen beneath his clothes; and still, more were coming…
He fought to control his breathing; shuddering at the contact the appendages were making all across his now sweating body.
It’s okay…just one of your top personal sexual fantasies you’ve kept to yourself for some time now…be cool….
The first tentacle was still pressing and pushing against him and he was having trouble forming thoughts before a smaller tendril crawled across one hip; diving downward along his lower back and sliding between bare cheeks.
“Whoa! Hey!” Lucifer jumped; waving at the tendrils. They retreated but only slightly. “A little forward don’t you think?” He gasped, feeling entirely flustered as he looked up at Alastor.
“I thought you might appreciate some forwardness.” Alastor smirked back at him. He hung, naked and suspended by the tentacles that erupted from his shoulders – their lengths twisting and winding themselves above him and into the rafters. One long tendril coiled itself from chest to leg, its center wrapped modestly over and across his manhood.
“Well, I certainly feel overdressed. No one bothered to tell me that our evening involved nothing but birthday suits.”
“Oh, you came dressed just perfectly, your highness.” Alastor told him, his voice dipping low.
The tentacles surrounding Lucifer started moving again; snaking into his layers of clothing and lifting and pressing themselves through and under fabric to find bare skin.
“Your attire will fit my plans just nicely. I would very much like to ruin that suit.”
Lucifer audibly gulped and Alastor laughed.
 “You’re getting yourself quite hot and bothered over all of this…” Alastor noted; the tentacles keeping him suspended slid lower and other appendages moved and pulled so that he was brought closer to Lucifer; one tendril snaking forward, curling and pressing to the King’s chin – lifting his head.
“You’ve been blushing since you arrived. It’s quite lovely.” Alastor’s looked down at him; satisfied. “I hope that you don’t get too bewildered by my…antics. I do still need you to be just a  little bit cocky.” He chuckled as the tendril released Lucifer’s chin, sliding away. Alastor’s tentacles pulled him back up and away from the angel.
Smaller tendrils were snaking through Lucifer’s clothing; one coming from his chest, wound its way upward and to his neck; sliding up his jaw and under his hat and into his hair. Another coiled around his thigh; the tip of it sliding up and beneath layers so that it was flicking and tickling the underside of his lifted cock and balls.
“Ahh..” He gasped; the tentacles tightening around him.
“There are…rules to be addressed before you become too incoherent.” Alastor was telling him, the picture of absurd nonchalance.
“Rules?” Lucifer choked out; a tentacle sliding from his back, lifting from within the collar and coiling into this hair; pulling his head back sharply as he looked up at Alastor.
“You won’t touch me.” The way Alastor said this made it clear that this wasn’t an option. “Instead, I will have my own fun and you might get to watch…as for you, well…I get to - do to you - whatever I might like to, with these.” His tentacles tightened around Lucifer more still. “And, I get to absolutely destroy your royal garments…though I’ll spare the hat. 
Jesus fuck…did he hear me say something in my sleep!? This is too unreal!
“I…accept.” Lucifer croaked.
“Splendid.” Alastor hissed; eyes glowing wickedly red in the dim light of the station.
Alastor’s glowing-green tentacles swarmed him. Pulling Lucifer to the ground; they twisted and wriggled almost frantically as they buried underneath clothes and snaked and coiled in all directions across his body. One tendril quickly hooked the hat from off his head; flinging it somewhere aside. Finding his arms and his legs; tentacles wound and tightened so that Lucifer’s arms were bound tight together at his chest, his legs held loosely open and bent.
Assaulted by sensation; Lucifer bowed and bent backward. The tentacles contacting his skin were warm and tingling – sending a volley of prickling pleasure to his spine and spreading downward. Gasping; he jerked and squirmed at the overwhelming onslaught.
Alastor watched him with dark and narrowed eyes. He could feel every touch the appendages made; every poke or prod, every slither and slide, every push or pull. Feeling his way up the inside of Lucifer’s leg, he directed one tendril to snake its way up; slowly and steadily curling its limp and twisting body around Lucifer’s shaft.
He heard the King’s sharp intake of breath at the contact; and Alastor felt the heat coming from the man’s throbbing sex. The tendril curled and lengthened then using its pointed end; it burst through the seam of Lucifer’s crotch, ripping a gaping hole, releasing the devil’s monster it held in its firm grip.
Alastor leaned back, head tilted so that he may continue to watch Lucifer’s undoing.
Is this all that it would take? Alastor thought darkly; arousal clouding his mind and bringing treacherous thoughts to the surface. To set in motion the very ruination of Lucifer…to ensure the King of Hell was at his full and complete disposal and nothing in all of the realms to stop him?
Alastor scoffed at the thought. Surely not.
Others would be surprised to know, but: that type of pilgrimage didn’t hold his interest anyway.
Forgetting his dark thoughts; Alastor’s attention turned fully back to the task of sweetly tormenting his fallen angel.
The tendril wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft had started moving; and it was sending a series of vibrations down the fully engorged and erect length. Lucifer was nearly bent backward in-half; spit dribbling from behind clenched teeth as he battled with the increasing overstimulation.
Alastor felt a heat rising and burning through him; watching Lucifer – his antlers growing outwards…it was effectively stoking the flames to his own fire.
Shifting the tentacle that encircled his groin; Alastor let it drop away – his own member erect and needing.
Perhaps…this ruination…was only truly meant for me.
The tentacle encircling Alastor moved; coiling itself so that it laid snaking up one leg and curling across his waist and torso; supporting his weight. Other tendrils wound their way down from rafters; encircling his wrists and bringing his arms out and away from his body. One tendril slid to his penis – teasing the tip of it; Alastor’s gaze fixed on Lucifer.
Sweating, shaking and panting – Lucifer wasn’t sure that he could take much more of this. His system was absolutely flooded – he was having trouble deciphering the sensations; where they were coming from or where they began. Everything was too much and yet not enough; all at the exact same time.    
He heard tearing and soon the tentacles were ripping apart his clothes. His jacket; shirt and dress pants hung in tatters – the tendrils winding through the tears and holes to pull themselves tightly to him. Their movements were becoming less frantic now – more steady; the tingling and vibrations slowly dying away. The appendages sliding across his skin had become slick; both with his perspirations and something of their own.
Breathing heavily; Lucifer angled himself to look up at Alastor through glazed eyes – seeing that he was now just starting to enjoy himself.
A tendril was wrapped intricately and tightly around Alastor’s balls and shaft and it was moving – slowly jerking him off. Alastor’s eyes were closed now; his head bent back as he focused on what he was feeling; focusing on the tendril still wrapped around Lucifer’s cock. Matching the pace he had set for himself; he moved the tendril.
Oh, fuck… Lucifer felt himself sink beneath the surface; watching and feeling this all play out.
Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Lucifer’s overstimulation had turned into an overwhelming pleasure. His body now ready to process everything it had experienced into something…earthshattering.
Alastor felt Lucifer’s tightening.
Heh, not quite yet, Luci.
He deliberately slowed the tendrils movements, releasing the grip it held and sliding it to play and flick at Lucifer’s balls. He got a rewardingly frustrated groan for his efforts, and it broadened the smile stretched wide across his face.
Almost there.
Alastor bit his lip; feeling his own waves of pleasure washing over him. He stretched and pulled against the tentacles supporting and holding him. There was something to be said for self-care – the feeling of fucking and being fucked – it sometimes was very rewarding.
“Please…Al….” Lucifer was pleading now. “Fuck…I’m so hard…”
Feeling his penis curving tightly now; Alastor obliged.
Alastor slid the tendril that had been torturing Lucifer back into place and he almost came from the contact. Moaning; Lucifer felt the relief of the sliding and pulling against him and he was climaxing in moments.
Alastor thrust his hips sharply; his own peak found as he felt Lucifer’s sweet release – and his tendrils slid away.
“Well, I did have more planned but I greatly miscalculated the stimulatory effects of these things.” Alastor was telling him; a tentacle snaking from his back and tossing his clothes into a bundle on the floor. Another one coiled and curled over to Lucifer; offering him his hat before slid away; disappearing completely into Alastor’s back.  
Alastor had found a pair of black sweats to slip into for himself and a soft red robe that read Hazbin Hotel in the stitching for Lucifer. Charlie had insisted the robes be made and on hand for any guests who wished to have one but Alastor had never seen any of the current residents bother with them.
They were in Alastor’s room. Following their rather erotic session within the radio tower; Alastor had moved them and their belongings by the use of his shadows.
“Yeah, no shit.” Lucifer twitched; a spasm of the residual energy transferred to him by the tendrils zapping through his body.
“My fault entirely.” Alastor continued. “I haven’t really experimented in putting them to this particular use before.”
“Oh, that’s what I want to hear. You could have ripped me in half!”
“Funny, I wasn’t hearing any complaints from you earlier.” He looked at Lucifer from the corner of his eye; head tilted – his smile ever-present across his face.
Lucifer flushed and Alastor chuckled.
“We can take a shower.” Alastor offered. “But, I’m afraid mine is not nearly as glamorous as yours.” Lucifer twitched beside him again and Alastor snorted. “It might help to reduce some of that tension you’ve got left.”
“Yeah, let’s try it.” Lucifer readily agreed.
Alastor led him to his bathroom.
Lucifer was surprised to find that it was entirely surrounded and engulfed by plants – and not just cute little houseplants but true and actual flora. There were patches of bright green grass and wildflowers bursting from the floor tile; vines wound their way from the ceiling; snaking across the walls; moss grew in mounds or hung long and stringing overhead; a small cypress even took up one corner; branches stretching over the tub and shower; filling the room with a natural and heady scent.
Very strange to have all this in a bathroom but it was all also very Alastor. This hotel room; it was like, his own personal little deer den.
Lucifer paused; slowly turning and taking in every detail as Alastor ran the shower; waiting for the water to reach an agreeable temperature.
“How did you-?”
“With an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill.” He answered; holding his hand to the water and nodding, he moved to strip his sweats off.
“You are…such an ass.” Lucifer told him. He approached the shower as Alastor stepped in and stopped; appreciating a blooming and pungent bunch of honeysuckle.
“Stop molesting the flora and get in.” Alastor told him.
“I wasn’t touching any of it!” Lucifer pulled off his robe; going into the shower with him.
It wasn’t exactly cramped but the space left for them was small. Alastor was dousing himself under the hot water that poured from the shower head – working his claws through his hair and the base of his antlers; steam filling the room.
Lucifer patiently awaited his turn; pressing himself into a corner.
Alastor shook the water from his head and antlers; turning to look at him.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m…waiting? I don’t know…I mean, I know you don’t want to actually be touched right now so –“
“Oh, come here.” Alastor reached for him and pulled him under the water with him. “Just don’t get…handsy.” Alastor said; turning to reach for some shampoo. Lucifer hissed when the hot water touched his skin. “And, don’t be a baby.” Alastor added.  
Lucifer stood with his back to and against Alastor’s lower chest and stomach – feeling the hot water washing over both of them. Alastor worked through the shampoo, conditioner and body wash that he had; passing them to Lucifer to use as he went. Lucifer went to scrub at his back and seeing that he wasn’t getting all of it; Alastor indifferently lathered up the parts that he missed for him.  
When they were done; they both returned to Alastor’s room – their waists wrapped in towels and carrying their clothing.
“Charlie’s not back yet?” Lucifer asked him; poorly hiding his concern.
“No, not yet.” Alastor shook his head. “Neither are any of the others. My shadow is still keeping an eye on things.”
Lucifer was starring at a bit of peeling wallpaper.
“I’m certain she is just fine, Luci.” Alastor told him. “Lilith wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to harm her and she didn’t go alone.”
“Heh,” Lucifer laughed lightly. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that…’Luci’. I like it.”
“You did tell me that I could.” Alastor reminded him.
“Yes, yes I did.”  
“I thought you did very good tonight, by the way.” Alastor told him. “I mean, you handled things well. I wasn’t easy on you. I’ll make some adjustments and plan out things a little better the next time we try it.”
“Next time!?” Lucifer’s eyes widened.
“Only if you’d like to-“
“I would. Very much.” Lucifer told him; already very excited by the idea.
Alastor couldn’t remember what he had meant to say – ‘you were perfect’ or something similar to it but what came out was:
“You’re…perfect.” 
He tensed; hearing himself say the words, but then Lucifer looked at him and…something changed.
“What did you say?” Lucifer asked him, softly.
“I…” Alastor’s throat clenched at the look Lucifer was giving him, his heart thrumming heavily in his chest. A warm and familiar feeling…a cold and frightening memory…
Fuck. Do I really want to take this risk again? And, for what exactly…?
Ears leaning back, Alastor moved in – clawed fingers spreading across Lucifer’s jaw and cheek as he bent down – softly kissing the angel. Lucifer returned his kiss but otherwise, he did not move –restraining himself from touching Alastor.
Alastor broke the kiss – deciding something.
“You may touch me.”
It wasn’t long after that, that they were both tangled in each other within the sheets of Alastor’s bed. Lucifer was still feeling incredibly overstimulated from their previous session already and Alastor took care in slowing things down and steadying them both out where he could.
Suddenly, Alastor broke away from Lucifer; his head coming up – ears working and eyes darting as he focused on something; like he had just had an important thought.
“What is it?” Lucifer asked, shifting to sit upward.
“Husker and Niffty…they were both alarmed by something just now.” Alastor paused, ears still moving like he was listening for something that Lucifer could not hear. “I think…whatever it was; it’s resolved itself now.”
“You’re sure? You can go if you –“
“No,” Alastor shook his head. “They’re ok. They’re at that damnable bar downtown that they’ve got named ‘Consent’ these days.”  
“Oh, I hate that place. What even is the vibe supposed to be like there, anyway? Like, are they really encouraging consent or is it supposed to be some messed up joke because they’ve got all those sex rooms and-“
“Luci.” Alastor growled at him. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”
He crushed his face back to Lucifer’s; clawed fingers winding into the angel’s hair and pulling them both back to where they were.
When Alastor slid himself inside Lucifer, he groaned at the tight and quaking heat. Lucifer shuddered, panting beneath him. Alastor began thrusting and their bodies melded together in a delicious friction. Lucifer’s claws raked bleeding scratches across his back and shoulders; Alastor’s tongue slipped between parted lips and slid wetly inside the King’s mouth.
When they came, they came together – fully and completely consumed by each other.
Chapter 11
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icameheretoreadstuff · 2 years ago
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Do you take requests? Because I have a request. This is my first time but k love your stories. Okay what if reader is 23 and she is the secret Blossom daughter anyways she is also dating FP and she gets super jealous of Alice (who I’m sorry don’t like) anyways what if she gets down and sees maybe FP would do better without her but he changes her mind? With some smut?!! Hehehe ahh I’m so excited
Hii, aww thank yooou 🥳 How exciting, this is my first request! it took some time writing this, im so sorry about that but here it is 🙈 oh and bytheway hahah, I got a little carried away so its kinda long 🙈
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The Blossom Secret Pairing: FP Jones x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, explicit sex, alcohol A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.
You let out a sigh as you were walking on your way home from a long day. The weather was hot today, so your long ginger-red hair was sticking to your back. You shaked your hair to get some air under your hair and when that didnt help you tied your hair up into a bun. You walked up the stairs to your little apartment, as you opened your bag to find your keys. You unlocked the door and walked inside to find the remote to the air condition on the wall and turned it on. You let out a breath as you stood underneath it to cool down.
You turned around to put your groceries in the fridge. You got your eye on the white wine you opened yesterday and grabbed it from the fridge. You poured yourself some wine and sat down in your couch. You bowed down and grabbed a box from under the couch. Inside there was secret documents that you had gotten in the mail, which was the reason why you came to Riverdale.
Inside there was your birth certificate and you found a note where it stood: From Alice cooper. Apperently this Alice had sent them to you months ago. So when you found this Alice Cooper from Riverdale, ofcourse you packed a bag and travelled to find Riverdale and this woman, only when you found this woman you ended up getting interviewed instead of getting answers. She swore that she had found them in her mailbox and had made copies and mailed them to you. She swore she didnt know anything more.
That woman really got on your nerves, you left that day and promised yourself you were going to find out what the hell is going on. You bought an apartment and got a job at some diner named pop’s. You just had to find out what actually stood on that birth certificate. But the thing was they had been blacked out and when you asked your adoptive parents they said it was an closed adoption so they knew nothing. you figured out you were on your own.
You sighed and took a big sip of wine as you threw the box away. After a couple of weeks after you had settled in, you found someone who was willing to help you. He was tall, dangerous smile and god damn: handsome as fuck. So was it really a suprise you couldnt resist and eventually flirted with him? For months you had worked together to try to find out who you are related to, But you grew more interested in him than your birth parents.
You wanted to know the truth ofcourse but you already had a family who you missed like crazy and loved deeply.. You only did this cause you hated not knowing. You wanted to know but this man, right now, he was much more intresting. After months with flirting you fell hard. He had flirted back and he was after all trying to help you, but you could tell he should be with someone else. Infact he convinced you today himself.
Today at 4 pm:
"Hi, could you please take out the trash and then youre done for the day apperantly." Pop said as he looked up at the clock and continued to help some costumers. "sure, thanks pop" you said simply and smiled as you carried out the trash. You smiled knowing you actually had began feeling comfterable in your new job. You loved talking to the costumers and serving people who lighten up when you served the famous milkshakes at pops.
You tried to open the door with one foot, cause you were carrying so much garbage, so you turned around and dragged them out. You felt a firm hand on your back which made you starled. "what" you said as you turned around to figure out who it was. "hi" Fp said in a low tone, he slowly inhaled your scent.
"hi" you said with a half smile and tried to walk over to the garbadge cans. As if he had just woken up he walked over to you and grabbed the trash from your hands and smiled "I'll help" he smiled, the actual smile that made your knees turn into gello. You opened the trashbins and he threw in the trash easily. "Thanks" you smiled and walked away from the smelly trashcans. "can we talk?" he asked. "Sure" you said and he followed you around the corner where there was more privacy. "what's up" you asked.
He sighed out loudly and it looked like he was debating on what to say. "tell me" you said as you took your handkerchief from your apron and playfully smacked him on his arm. He let out a short laugh as he sighed long. "I found out something big and I think you should sit down" he said, you looked worried at him. "just tell me" you asked and he sighed "alright" he looked into your eyes as he said. "Youre a blossom" he said "blossom? really?" you asked and knew some stories from the blossom family. You had heard allot of stories at pop's, so you werent all unimformed.
"apperently Clifford and Penelope Blossom tried to hide the fact they got pregnant when they were young and had you adopted." he explained. "wow" you simply stated. "I need some time to thaw on this" you said. But honestly you were more concerned with him. Right now he felt so right in your life that he had become the light in your life. Everytime the bell rang at pops you hoped it was him, you became more and more invested in this research because of him?
"are you ok?" he asked. you shaked our head clean, from stopping yourself of thinking anymore about this. "yeah, anyways I should probobly go, thanks again" you said and hated that, thats what came out of your own mouth. "I mean it, thank you so much" you tried to smile and he took out his hand and touched your arm. The warmth that came from his hand made your heart flutter. you starred into his eyes as you walked closer to him and gave him a hug.
He arms wrapped softly around your waist and you heard yourself exhale. "thanks" you whispered softly, you tried to walk away from his hug but it was so damn hard. You didnt want to leave. you felt his cheek come close into yours, you leaned back to get a look at his lips. He licked his lips dry as you were just inches away from eachother, you looked into his eyes and bit your lower lip. he stared at your lip as he leaned closer to you-
"FP!" someone yelled. A familiar female voice stopped you from finally tasting his lips, he sighed "sorry I got to go" he said. he pulled back away from you and walked away, suddenly he was gone. You touched your cheek as you felt the warmth from where his chin had just been, slowly fade away and turned cold. You closed your eyes and wanted to savior every moment.
You grabbed your bag and were ready to head home. You were dizzy from the heated moment from you and Fp still. you walked outside of pops after you had just said goodbye to everyone. You were on your way to the car. Months of pining after him and Alice just- "FP!" Alice exclaimed "Im in love with you and I want to be with you" she said. You froze and looked at where the voice were coming from. "I can't believe this" you felt tears build up as you saw Fp hold her both hands and said something only she could hear. "I cant believe this" you uttered under your breath.
Now 6pm:
Yep, that happened. You felt anger rise inside you as you inhaled and exhaled. You rised up to go and find something stronger to drink. You opened your cabins from the kitchen and found a bottle. «There you are» you sighed, grabbed a shotglass and poured tequila into it. «fuck them» you said as you raised your hand and threw down the shot.
Today you had found out the truth and that you were some secret blossom daughter. Honestly you didnt care about the blossom family, you already had a loving family. The only thing you couldnt get out of your head was him, you just wanted him.
But you cant have him, because of Alice. Fuck this and fuck him and her, you made up your mind to go out and drink somewhere not alone. You took another shot and changed out of your uniform into something better. You found a black strapless dress and put on some red lipstick.
You stood ready to leave when you opened the door and you saw him standing there in the doorway. "hi" he said as he starred at you on your dress "what do you want?" you asked as you leaned your hand on your waist as you held the door open with your other hand. He couldn't stop looking at your waist and tried to not stare his hardest but failing. "why aren't you with Alice?" you asked with a mean look. "If you came here to gloat why didnt you bring Alice?" you joked and shaked your head, you looked into his eyes waiting for him to respond.
"hm?" he looked up confused "wait, why are you talking about Alice?" you crossed your hands and shaked your head. "I couldn't care less about Alice" he reasured. "yeah right" you let out a snort and tried to shut the door in his face but he grabbed the door and walked halfway inside and looked at you with a smile which made your knees turn into gello once again.
"youre mean" you barely managed to say. He walked inside, closed the door behind him and gave you a puzzling look. "what" you asked annoyed. "Do you know how frustrating this whole situation is?" he sighed as he walked further inside the apartment, He had been here a couple of times but he never let you out of his sight. he slowly walked over to you until he stood close enough for you to inhale his perfume.
the perfume made you let out a whimper, you covered your mouth trying to hide the sound that made him look into your eyes with hunger "what do you want? and why arent you with alice, you should be with her, not me" he shaked his head slowly as you asked all these questions, he looked down on his shoes and let out a sigh "y/n" he began "can you leave, If youre going to let me know youre not interested you didnt have to come here and pity me, I have your money right here, so you can just go back to that fuckin-" you barked.
he looked at you with a tense look in his eyes and interupted you "I dont care about Alice" he explained and shook his head, "what are you even talking about, I want you!" he said annoyed "I didnt come here for her or money" he took out his hand and placed it under your chin. "I came here for you" he whispered, "can you please stop making this so damn difficult" he let out a short laugh. "I saw you in your car today driving home from pops, I know what you saw and I knew you would misunderstand, She was jelaous of you and wanted to be with me, but I told her that I was falling for someone else" He leaned closer to you, just a few inches away from your lips.
You held out your hand on his chest trying to stop him, you felt his heart bump like crazy under your palm. "Fp" you whispered, he grabbed your hand and guided you around his neck as he leaned closer to your ear. "I dont have anything more to talk about that woman, I only want to talk about us." he whispered, "I want to feel you lay naked under me" he said as he kissed your chin "I have wanted to kiss your neck for months now" he said as he kissed your neck softly, you let out a whimper.
"How much more do I have to explain to you that youre the one I want?" he kissed your chin once more and grabbed your head and looked softly into your eyes. "I'm in love with you, not her" he finally said and waited for you to respond. you completly froze and after a second your body reacted "don't break my heart" you said and kissed him deeply, he inhaled your kiss and sucked your lips playfully.
He broke the kiss and grabbed your legs and held you in his arms as he walked into the wall, as he deepend the kiss. he pushed you up into the wall more as he licked your upper lip. You held his shoulders, he grabbed your thighs and lifted slowly up your dress as he kissed your neck with soft kisses.
He grunted as he grabbed your ass and pushed himself into your core. You let out a whimper as his hard shaft made contact with your core, you began thrusting into his shaft and wanted to kiss him more. He grunted and thrusted back as he opend his mouth to let you explore his tounge.
His eyes fell behind his head as he let out a deep grunt. "youre already so wet for me" he smirked and grabbed your waist. "please let me taste you" he asked as his voice broke. "in there" you managed to let out and he turned carried you into your bedroom.
He layed your body down on the bed and took off his jacket and shirt, You felt his gaze burn onto your body, He was so beautiful. You threw off your dress and were about to take off your panties, but he stopped you "let me" he asked and took off his shoes and pants. He bent down to your core, and grabbed your waist and pulled you twoards his mouth as he dragged your panties off your waist.
He licked his lips dry "youre so beautiful I can't-" He tasted you with a flat tounge. "you taste so good, I-" he said with a smirk and tasted you once more and he was not being shy, letting out all sorts of sounds as he tasted every inch of your core. You let a whimper and felt euphoric as he couldn't stop tasting you.
He looked up at you and smirked "if you let out a whimper one more time I can't stop myself from-" he began while he took one of his fingers and touched your g-spot. your head flew back as a result and you let out a moan. He stopped and flew over you in a second to kiss you deeply.
His hard long shaft was throbbing against your core, you both wanted more contact from eachother but couldnt stop kissing. "you drive me insane" he whispered as he thrusted gently into your core and started to find a slow rythum. "take it off" you said and he smirked. "do it" you pleaded and tried to take off his underpants yourself.
He stood up from the bed and dragged off his underpants and your gaze went straight to his big throbbing manhood, you let out a whimper as he rushed over to you again and kissed your neck. "Do you know how hard it is to be around you and not wanting to kiss you?" he whispered into your ear as he let his shaft close to your core.
Your hips began moving wanting some friction. "Ive wanted to to this for so long now, and I want to see your hauntingly beautiful face when my dick makes you orgasm." his voice broke as he grunted and pushed his long shaft into you. "FP" you let out a moan, he started to thrust slowly to make you adjust to his size. "I want you so bad" you whimpered, you felt your entire body turn electric at the contact of his skin, his body and his breath.
He thrusted slowly and began turn up the pace as he kept kissing your neck and then he pulled out and sat in a upright position, as he grabbed your body and you felt like a magnet, searching for contact.
you sat down ontop of him and began to ride him, your lips searched for his lips as you looked into his beautiful eyes. "Im so in love with you" he whimpered, you let out a moan as his words were making you close to climax. "You're so beautiful I cant get enough of you" he said as he began breathing heavier.
"I cant wait to see beautiful orgasm" he panted "youre doing so amazing" you kissed him deeply and grabbed his shoulders and started to pick up the pace, "Im gonna-" you let out a moan and felt your orgasm come closer, you pushed his body down on the bed and held his hands down beside his head. He sat up his legs to thrust into you as you finally felt the orgasm take over your entire body. "Your orgasm is making me so hard" he said as he kept thrusting as you rode out your orgasm.
He pulled out and you grabbed his shaft, he let out a moan at your contact. You licked his length and started adjust his size into your mouth as he thrusted himself into you. "Im-" he panted and you bobbed your head in a rythum as he thrusted himself slowly into your mouth. "Im-" his orgasm shot electricity threw your body as you watched him cum on your stomach.
You walked off the bed and held out your hand, "shower with me?" you asked. He smirked and raised up from the bed, he grabbed your hand and kissed your arm and upwards your shoulder then he kissed you deeply "I would love to"
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / GAME OF THRONES CHARACTERS MASTERPOST
*= smut
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DAEMON TARGARYEN
Baby-making duty *
You and Daemon try to conceive a baby, but your body is not cooperating...so Daemon keeps trying and doesn't care who hears
His wife’s bed *
Daemon takes pleasure fucking his mistress in his wife's bed
Illicit affair *
You get marries to another lord, but you and Daemon see each other in secret
A Song of heart and blood (multi-part) *
After an horrible prophetical dream, you find yourself traveling through time to try and save your sister, Daenerys, from her fatal ascension to the Iron Throne. During your mission, your heart derives you from your duty and you fall in love with your ancestor
Taking care of my dragon
After getting his pride hurt at the tourney, Daemon needs help to calm down and unwind
Warrior woman Velaryon!Reader
You accompany your father and brother to fight the war in the Stepstones. Daemon falls in love with you and your attitude
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AEMOND TARGARYEN
Alone in our bed
The queen sent Aemond on a mission so you have no other choice but to pleasure yourself
Baratheon sisters *
Aemond needs to pick one of Lord Borros' daughters to marry
Bedding ceremony Baratheon!Reader
The Westerosi tradition include a bedding ceremony. You are not comfortable with this
Bigger than the whole sky
TW: Miscarriage (inspired by Bigger than the whole sky by Taylor Swift)
Brothel visit
Aegon takes his brother to a brothel
But Father I love him Daemon daughter!Reader
Your father hates the man that you love...so you sneak out to see him
Dirty letters *
You surprise Aemond in your chamber when you visit King's Landing
Don't look at my eye
You take care of Aemond
False god *
Jealous!Aemond and his wife retire from the festivities for some alone time
Guilt | brother worker!reader
Emotional Aemond at the brothel
Smallfolk lover
When the smallfolk riots in the city, Aemond come to get you to live at the Keep with him
Summer swim
You take Aemond skinny dipping on a hot summer day
Naughty dreams | Jacaerys twin!Reader *
Aemond wants his niece to sit on his face
Midnight rain
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AEGON II TARGARYEN
Bathing
Aegon asks his wife to join him in his bath
Breaking fast *
Aegon wakes you with his mouth
Corruption * Velaryon!Reader
Aegon corrupt his nice during her visit in the capital
A Dragon's fury
The Blacks kidnaps Aegon's wife
Grief
You comfort a crying Aegon following the murder of his son
Heir to the throne *
You and Aegon makes an heir on the Iron Throne
Inappropriate touches
Your husband, Aegon, likes to touch you inappropriately during public appearances
Jealousy, jealousy
Aegon finds his sister at the brothel with another man
Mine modern AU
Daeron flirts with his brother's girlfriend. Aegon gets jealous
The Secret of Rook's Rest
Aegon tells you what really happened at Rook's Rest
My sweet prince *
Aegon has a secret girlfriend in Fleabottom
Take me to bed, husband * Velaryon!Reader
On your wedding day, you and Aegon sneak out of the feast to consummate your marriage
Was it worth the price? sister!Reader
You confront Aemond after Rook's Rest. Aegon sense your distress and safe you from his brother
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JACAERYS VELARYON
Battle of the Gullet
You save Jacaerys during the Battle of the Gullet
Croissants s'il-vous-plait Modern AU
You accept to tutor hockey player Jace in french
Drunk confessions modern college AU
Jacaerys takes his drunk best friend home after a party. She confesses things she would never say sober
Dragonseed
You get sent on a mission on Silverwing and Jacaerys is worried about you, so he decides to search for you...in the middle of the night. Feelings come out.
Falling for winter Cregan Stark sister!Reader
When Jacaerys was sent to the North to ask Cregan Stark for his support for his mother's claim and ends up falling for Lord Stark’s sister.
Father
You and Jacaerys talk about fathers
He loves her...he loves us
Jacaerys had feelings for Baela, but he is faithful to you. All changes when he learns he is going to be a father
Home Alicent daughter!Reader
Jacaerys doesn't feel at home in King's Landing...so he's going back to Dragonstone
I can't breathe without him
Jacaerys has difficulty dealing with the loss of his brother
I think there's been a glitch Hockey player!Jacaerys *
Being friends with benefits with college hockey player Jacaerys
Kiss from the North *
Jacaerys returns from Winterfell with some new knowledge
Goodbye goodbye
Preparing for Lucerys' funerals
Lucerys
Jacaerys returned from Winterfell with bad news waiting at home
My sister's bastard
When you get pregnant, Jacaerys offers to pretend the baby is his to keep you both safe
Sword training
Jacaerys teaching his wife how to fight
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CREGAN STARK
Bath for two? *
Cregan joins you in the bath
Burn them all
Cregan recieves the news of your mother, Rheanys, passing during the battle at Rook's Rest. You want revenge
Protector
After getting captured by Sylas the Grim, trauma ensue
Take me as you please *
Cregan has been spending all his time in his study and is getting moody. His wife knows how to calm his mood
Yours to take *
After Aegon is crowned, you no longer plan to marry Aemond. You find yourself in the arms of Cregan Stark
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JON SNOW
I’ll keep your bed warm
Need a hand?
What happens in the cave, stays in the cave |  Jeor Mormont daughter!Reader *
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gothsoyl · 4 months ago
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CHARACTER BOTS MASTERLIST (both c.ai and janitor)
yellowjackets: ◦ lottie matthews (werewolf!lottie × vampire!reader) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ lottie matthews (supermodel!lottie × make-up artist!reader) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ natalie scatorccio (toxic relationship with your addicted gf) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ natalie scatorccio (a street musician) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ smut!natalie scatorccio (she wants to breed you so bad it hurt)janitor.ai ◦ smut!natalie scatorccio (your soft!dom best friend who likes you whimper beneath her) janitor.ai
agatha all along: ◦ rio vidal (she saved you (medieval time)) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ rio vidal (she remembers you) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ agatha harkness (her mother tries to kill you both for the sin you were spreading (medieval time)) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (you need a mentor) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (is she really risking your son's life? or maybe she knows what to do? (you're raising nicky together, medieval time)) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (her mother tries to kill you both for the sin you were spreading (medieval time)) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (you need a mentor) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (is she really risking your son's life? or maybe she knows what to do? (you're raising nicky together, medieval time)) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ agatha harkness (she's your boss) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ rio vidal (she's the nun in the catholic boarding school) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ agathario (vampire!rio and witch!agatha are your owners) character.ai and janitor.ai house of the dragon: ◦ alicent hightower (a queen and her maid) character.ai and janitor.ai sweatpea:◦ rhiannon lewis (she kidnaps you) character.ai and janitor.ai
arcane: ◦ maddie nolan (her ptsd got worse so as her nightmares) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ maddie nolan (you overprotect her) character.ai and janitor.a◦ vi (you're tired of her and she's drunk) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ vi (she's your dirty little secret) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ caitlyn kuramman (she just lost her eye) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ caitlyn kiramman (you're in prison and she wants you to cooperate... or she'll force you) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ smut!caitlyn kiramman (she needs to release)janitor.ai
others: ◦ harper spiller (she's cheating on her husband with you) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ harper spiller (you have issues in your marriage) character.ai and janitor.ai◦ riley johnson (you're having a crush on your big sister's ex) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ riley johnson (you have issues in your marriage) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ smut!sadie harper (she looks so hot in her sweatshirt)janitor.ai ◦ sophie thatcher (your loving girlfriend who's always busy) character.ai and janitor.ai ◦ sophie thatcher (you just started dating her) character.ai and janitor.ai
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missbuckyhellfire · 5 months ago
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This Will Be My Year :Eddie Munson
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Part Three: The Audition
Warnings: Some Language, , Fictional Kidnapping scenario, DND session what can you expect, Subtle flirting, Mentions of Drug Use, NSFW and Smut Content in later parts.
PREVIOUS PART
(I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED)
When Nancy returned home from her camping trip with Robin and Steve, she was greeted with her cousin Audra in the Wheeler’s living room. Nancy thought Audra was smart, caring and determined to succeed in creative writing. A writer herself, Nancy thought that her and Audra would get along just fine.
That was until she had found out about Audra hanging out with Hellfire club.
“You sure that is a good idea?” Nancy stated “I mean Hellfire isn’t exactly a high status club and their leader can be…”
“Eddie can be what?” Audra had asked.
“He can be a bit intimidating” Nancy couldn’t figure out anything else to say to her about  the leader of Hellfire, Audra would find out anyways.
“Intimidating?”
“You, will see Audra. Just something to think about”
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Saturday Night: 7PM, Eddie’s Trailer
Audra tried her best to impress the leader of Hellfire. She knew her appearance could be intimidating to the group so she tried to wear more casual clothes. Her auburn hair was let down. She wore an Alice Cooper top, black tights and black boots. In her hands, a peperoni pizza, her silver moon chained glasses, her DND stuff, and a six pack of Dr. Pepper. She still isn’t sure what he meant by a “six pack”.
She looked at the rusty RV. She wasn’t one to judge one’s upbringings, especially when her parents could be shitty to her at times. She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. This followed with a loud sound of clattering on the other side followed by a few mumblings of “oh shit”.
Eddie swung the door open and looked at her up and down. To him, he sees a girl who probably stole her daddy’s Alice Cooper shirt and wants to join a group she really isn’t qualified to join. Eddie in turn has his hair messed up wearing a Metallica shirt. Audra also was wearing a sweet-smelling perfume, a different smell that reeked from him, which had more of a earthy, more prominent smell. His eyes were also slightly glossy from previous hours events.
“So princess you followed on your orders. See you borrowed your dad’s shirt as well nice touch.” He flashed a smile at the red head and stepped back to allow her in. He wanted to test her already, there was no way a girl like her would like rock.
“Well, it is kind of hard to not like the creator of shock rock, especially when my dad would take me to see him in Toronto. It would be a road trip for my dad and I.” She smiled at the memory of going with him and enjoying the concerts. “Before you ask my favorite song is Under My Wheels.”
Eddie had to think of his reaction. He wasn’t expecting her to say that, in fact he thought she would cower and leave him to his previous activities. “I would think that a preppy girl like yourself would like bands like Bowie.” Eddie chuckled and took the pizza’s out of her hands.
“He is ok, but I had to stick up my nose to some of the photos Aunt Karen had stuck on my wall. More of a Cooper, Metallica, Judas Priest, Kiss girl.”  She laughed at the thought of the bands on her walls.  Eddie had shook his head as he offered her a hand to let her in.
“I’m impressed princess, I just need to finish getting ready. Didn’t think you would actually show.” He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up on the stairs.  “I know it is a steep stair, some people tend to trip on it.”
Once Audra had entered the Trailer, she had looked around the messy trailer for a spot to sit. She found the clumpy green couch and sat down looking around admiring the rock posters hung up on the wall. “I don’t stray away from a challenge if that is what your insinuating. Especially if it is Dungeons and Dragons.”
Eddie plopped the pizza on the cluttered kitchen counter as he went to the next room to get everything ready. This may be harder than he thought.
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The dungeon master had leant towards the table, with a wide cocky grin on his face. His books and notes scattered in front of him on one end. The other, was Audra with her own notes and bright pink floral dice that her older sister got her.
“Ready to lose Princess?” Eddie had chuckled to himself as he took a slice of pizza from the box between them.
“It’s Thia Nova to you” Audra responded, and she glanced at her character sheet. She hopes that she had picked the right character to beat Eddie with.
“And who is Thia? I assume some elf I can assume” Eddie had rolled his eyes. Of course she had picked an elf. Most chicks pick an elf. Maybe this was going to be predictable.
“Level 17 wood elf druid”
“No fuckin way” Eddie had shaken his head. “You can’t do that to me.”
“Yes I can, this character is my baby, she is my first character and I developed her. I just entered level 17 with my group. Just had attained the spell shape change with a criminal past, faking her death, she is going to be hard to beat.”
Eddie was not prepared for this. He was expecting a level 1 or 6 maybe, not this very powerful character. Guess he will have to make some improvisation. He tried to play it cool as he didn’t want to make her know that she had an advantage.  He cleared his throat to set the scene.
He cleared his throat, “Can I see your character sheet for a second, I want to see what I am working with.” Eddie brought a piece of paper with a pen, prepared to save his session, no matter what.
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“We are going to begin in a small tavern, it is an old wooden shack with the thick smell of pine entering the interior from the creaked open window. There is hardly anyone here just you, Thia Nova an adventurer, a male Drow and a Tiefling in the bar. The two glance your way, intrigued by you being an druid of course. “Eddie quickly coughed. “What will Thia Nova do?”
Audra had snickered. “I would come up to the two with uncertainty as I would be unsure who there were. Are they friends or foes?  Will they try to attack upon first glance? It has happened to Thia before so she can’t be too hard to be too safe.”
“Roll an investigation throw” Eddie mumbled under his breath. His hands watched Audra’s hand place the 20-sided dice on her hands as she had shook her hands. She had looked at her page after she let her dice go.
“15 plus 2 is 17” Audra had announced.
“The two had brought out their daggers out from their boots. However, once they had checked you out they stopped the planned attack.  They knew they would be outmatched, but it would be better to be allies with you then enemies. The two were only going to take your cash anyways. The Drow is the first one to speak as he looks at you with his purple tinted eyes and offers to buy you a drink. What will the little wood elf do? Take a drink from a stranger or will she refuse?”
“I am feeling lucky” Audra stated” I will take my drink”
“Survival check princess” Eddie had snickered as he had shaken his head. Was she really going to fall for each trap placed in front of her? He watched Audra roll the dice again with a concerned look on her face.
“I got a natural one.” Audra’s voice sounded defeated “How much damage?”
Eddie held the dice in his hand “Shouldn’t be taking candy from strangers no matter how good looking you are.” He released his hand from the dice “6 damage princess.” He watched as Audra took 6 hp from her character. It only fueled his ego that this will be easier than he thought.  “Sure, you had noticed that he had put their weapons away, but perhaps it was all a ruse to trick you into a simpler trap”. He held a wide shit eating grin as he leant over the table.
He couldn’t help but notice the frustration on her face. An emotion he is all too familiar with on. Audra’s brows furrowed together as she didn’t believe that she fell into Eddie’s trap. Her dark honey brown were fueled with both motivation to take him down but also with a flash of surprise. Eddie found himself staring at her for a moment too long. He just thought her reactions were mesmerizing. Her eyes met his as she cleared her throat as she slipped her silver glasses on. Eddie had quickly looked away from her as he continued the session.
“Princess, you may have lost 6 hp points but you also have temporarily lost your consciousness. The Drow and Tiefling snicker to each other as the larger one, the Tiefling carries you over your shoulders” Eddie stated, and his grin turned into a subtle smile curl around his dimples.
“What the fuck, I thought it was just poison.” Audra groaned and let out a soft moan in defeat.
“Poisons can cause some people to lose consciousness too princess. Don’t worry, the two fine gentle creatures have the cure….. somewhere.” Eddie snickered. God, he loved teasing her.
 “So Thia would wake up with some rope wrapped around her wrists and legs as her two captors make dinner for the three of them around a camp fire as the smell of pine is stronger than the inside of tavern as she is outside in her captors camp.
Eddie chuckled. “What are you going to do now princess?”
“First my name is Audra Wheeler, my character is Thia Nova and I am going to get the fuck out of this situation.” Eddie seriously doubts that she can get out of this. However, he felt like a major dick not asking for red heads name. The name Audra did seem to roll off the tongue quite nicely.
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Audra hated to admit it, but she had felt quite stuck. She tried to get herself out of the situation, she was unable to use any spells due to her being tied up. She tried to start the two to fight against each other so she could run off but the two seemed quite close with each other.
Audra however did find out that they were going to try to bring her to a demon as a sacrifice for immortality. She thought it was a very basic plot, but she had to figure out how to get out of the camp before Eddie decided to move on. She clearly underestimated him and knew she would be defeated if she faced Eddie in any type of DND combat.
He was just too clever.
She realised there was one last thing that she could do. She just didn’t know how he would react. Eddie may be a flatterer or not but it was worth a shot.
“What will the wood elf do now Audra?” He couldn’t get used to get the name off his tongue. Usually, he would only talk to guys with masculine names. But he considered Audra as a fantasy-based name as it means “noble strength”. He did have to give it to her, she was strong and determined.
“Thia will make eye contact with the Drow as she notices the Tiefling walk away for take a leak. She would smile at him and make little sudden eye movements as she looked up and down the Drows physique. “Don’t see why you would need immortality” She would say to him.” She stated plainly.
Eddie cleared his throat. “The Drow will look at you confused; a bit puzzled “Why not? I would be able to live forever not worried about dying of illness or old age.”
“I mean sure, but it wont exactly protect you from violence, your foes will find out your weakness and will use it against you. It would only mean your death would be more painful and you would loose everyone you live while you live forever. Including your wife.”
“I mean, what is the point? Everyone dies” Eddie shrugged. He knew what Audra was trying to do but he wanted to make it as difficult as possible for her to overcome the hurdle.
“I know, but wouldn’t you rather have one deep meaningful relationship rather than a few meaningless relationships? Wouldn’t you rather have a long, good life with your one partner, your true love, I assume that you have a wife.”
“The Drow tilts his head “If you are stating if I have a wife or mate, I do not have one. What would the point be for me to have one? No one would want me.” Eddie would mimic the movements as he would peer in interest in what Audra was going to do next.
“I don’t either, my last partner who I faked my death for just left me for some old lady’s money. So it’s just me chilling in the woods with my animals” Audra tried to emphasise a sense of sadness in her voice which Eddie had caught onto.
“Roll a persuasion check sweetheart.” Eddie had stated plainly. She is adding a complication onto his original plan. But he should anticipate this will go through quickly.
He should have realised that he made a mistake being too confident. Of course she had to be clever. His eyes had narrowed when Audra had announced that she had gotten a dirty 20.
Shit. Now what?
Eddie had to make something on the spot right here. He thought it was going to be a clean execution. Sacrifice Thia to the demon, reject Audra to the club and do whatever he was doing earlier.  He cleared his throat trying to hide his nervousness.
“” Really? An elf like you don’t have anyone to play around with. I am surprised”, The Drow glances at you up and down. “Flattery works on me, I’ll let you out Thia.” He releases her quickly and ushers her into the bushes, following her” He gave Audra a misleading grin, hoping she was going to take the bait. Did she seriously think that Eddie was just going to let her out of the session?
Audra thought this was the turning point, there was no way that he was going to use is NPC to lead her down a darker path, right?
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Wrong.
Turns out that Eddie’s Drow character was going to just leave the Tiefling regardless of if they went to the Demon or not. It was a deal made amongst friends; Eddie had described it. However, greed on the Drow’s part got the better of him as he still craved power and greed and wanted to be the only one with it.
The Drow was going to send her to the Demon to be sacrificed, however he had spotted some wanted posters of the wood elf in a tavern that Thia wasn’t too keen of entering. The Drow read further details on how a certain Vampire lord was interested in the return of his “princess.”
Audra didn’t think he would use it, and he was only given those notes so quickly, 2 minutes of glancing, it was intense, but she was shocked he picked up that part of her backstory. Now, Eddie had the Drow take her to her ex-boyfriend’s house, with hopes that money will be provided. The ex-boyfriend and her captor were fully armed, waiting for her reaction.
Eddie had watched her bite her lip out of nervousness.
“Princess is stuck?” He chuckled nervously.
“Nah, I don’t have any bonds on me, so I am just going to simply cast a easy spell.”
“Oh, what is that?”
“Shape Change” Audra’s words rolled off her tongue so smoothly. “Into a blue inferno dragon.”
“You can not be fuckin serious! You love making this a challenge for me” He had laughed softly. He was not mad; he was impressed and was welcoming a challenge from the new girl. “I’ll allow it, the Drow and vampire look at one another, drawing their swords at her. Roll initiative Princess.”
“You know you could back down Princess.” Eddie had suggested. “No harm in running away, maybe they would not try to get to you knowing of your appearance. However, maybe your character will go down as well.” He had a huge smile on his face, he was open, welcoming for her to admit that she was defeated.
She didn’t understand, she had 295 hp, and now she is down to her final 25. The Drow and Vampire were prepared dragon hunters apparently? Why? It didn’t make sense for her. Running would be a coward’s decision, as she is far from one.
“I am not fuckin stepping down.” Audra crossed her arms. “I am going to take you down.”
Eddie had thought it was so cute how the new girl was underestimating his ability. It was his game, and he knew how to end the game and have her right where he wants her.
“The Drow casts sleep on Audra” Eddie rolls the dice and chuckles “19. Thia, the dragon will clash against the castle ruins, asleep. I am going to end the session here”. He stands up confidently and chuckles.
“WHAT THE FUCK!? That isn’t fair Eddie!” Audra had raised her voice in fury. They spend the past couple of hours doing his session and now she was lead down a pointless conclusion to the session. Her brows crunched together in anger.
“Sure, it is, I am the Dungeon Master, and you were defeated in the session!” He chuckled. “However, you are a challenging player so I will give you that.” Eddie had thought back on her overall reactions. She did have the most adorable reactions when it came to playing. “Plus, I am rather amused by your expressions as you wiggled around in my traps during the session.”
“I wasn’t I was fight back!” Audra protested. Eddie walked to the other end of the table to meet her eye to eye. He put his hands through her hair to rough it up a bit.
“Sure, you were little bird, what is your shirt size? I will make you one tomorrow in the shop.” Eddie abruptly stated he noticed it was getting a bit late and he had a “job” in a hour to get to.
“So, I am in?” Audra’s brown eyes lit up. “I am a medium”
“Cool, cool, I will get it set up for you. But don’t tell the rest of Hellfire what happened today.”
“Why I lost. Thought you would brag about it.”
“Not that, just your character being kidnapped by the vampire gives me an idea princess. It would help out my future session.” He looked down quickly and blushed nervously. “That’s only if you want.”
“Nah, I am interested in tormenting the group, if you think you can make it challenge enough.”
“Audra, I just beat you, I think you can trust me I can make a challenge.” Eddie had laughed. Audra had mumbled a fair enough as she grabbed her belongings to head outside. Before she could head to the door. She was going to leave the pizza and pop there, she assumed he would like it.
“Hey Princess?”
“Yea?” Audra was waiting for one of his quick remarks.
“I was wrong about you, welcome to Hellfire” He stuck his hand out in front of her with a grin. He did feel bad about underestimating her and she did prove herself.
“Glad you could see my potential.” Audra chuckled as she shook his cold hand. He gripped his hand tighter and laughed. God, is she adorable.
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