#and i love him- he went along with it and pretended to pound on the window and scream silently while it played

[sunkingwrites]

GOOD AFTERNOON!! I am back, I am watered, I made breakfast and coffee on autopilot immediately when I woke up bdhsjcnd and I just commented about my roommate's boyfriend's dick while she on call with him and I was not aware- we're off to a great start and it's only going to get better! :D

[aft3rhrs]

— number: unknown ღ

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: dead dove, yandere, manipulation, corruption, mentions of stalking, mentions of therapy, dirty talk, humiliation, obsession, mentions of masturbation & dub con sex, allusions to cnc, allusions to depression and anxiety, hints of fear kink, use of triggering words in an erotic and degrading manner* (listed under the cut).

*use of the word “rape”.

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In the last few months, you've grown used to the sound of your phone ringing late at night. It still sent your heart into a frenzy, nerves sparking up like wires — but you peeked at the screen nonetheless, taking less and less time to hesitate to answer.

Number: Unknown.

Palms sweaty, you clicked accept on the call.

A chuckle greeted you.

"Lonely?"

You tried to ignore the chill his voice sent rippling down your spine, raising goosebumps along the way.

"What do you want?"

"Don't be like that," Jungkook cooed. "I missed you. Wanted to check in. What's up? How was therapy last week?"

The question came with a tint of mockery, instantly dusting your cheeks. It wasn't surprising by now that he knew; he knew everything about you, it seemed, from soul to entrails. But you couldn't wrap your head around how, or why he even paid such close attention in the first place. All you were capable of comprehending clearly was the anger blazing in your chest.

"Screw you."

"Aw, come on," he crooned on the line. "I'm just checking up on my favorite girl. Any progress? Did you tell your therapist you let your stalker fuck you right after filing a report? Did you tell him you pick up my calls?"

You felt his words swirl and burn in your stomach, as if you downed a glass of liquor. Shame crawled all over your skin, hot and uncomfortable. Why couldn't you find it in yourself to hang up? For a moment, you considered doing just that, but then quickly brushed off the idea.

Better to entertain him like this than to have him show up at your door.

Right...?

He could hear you breathe in, the lack of an answer curving his lips upwards.

"Well, that's okay. I really don't like you seeing him, though. I'm kind of offended you went to someone else for help."

"You're the reason I need help!" You hissed, unable to stop yourself. "You're seriously sick in the head."

"What a mouthy little thing you are," Jungkook murmured. "Pretty brave for someone who claimed she's afraid of me." His voice lowered to a whisper. "Pretty hypocritical too... I might be crazy, but you're the one still talking to me. Didn't you come all over my cock like a good little girl too? I think you might be a bit sick yourself, sweetheart."

Oh god.

No.

You pretended you didn't feel yourself clench around thin air, pretended your underwear wasn't getting drenched.

"But I don't mind," he continued, raspy, "I can be your therapist, baby. I'll help you feel better."

Your eyes fluttered closed, head growing foggy.

"Why keep running? Why keep running if you always let me catch up?"

"I don't," you whispered, "I'm trying to—"

"No," Jungkook tsked, "you're not. Are you too scared to face yourself in the mirror? Do you see my eyes when you try?"

You shivered for some reason.

"No."

"That's a lie... You like it when I chase you, and no therapy is ever going to help you. You know why?" He coaxed, soft. "Do you know where your sickness lies, angel...? It's not in your head. It's in your heart. You dont trust love, you don't feel it, unless it's got you losing breath, nice and tight, like a noose. Why don't you let me give it to you?"

Despite the pounding of your heart, you tried to keep his words out of your mind, tried to focus before you disappeared so deep into the fog, you'd become a part of it. But you were so tired... and floating in the dark, weightless, felt a little more like peace.

Still, swallowing thickly, you tried.

"Do you get off on taunting all your victims like some kind of psycho?"

"Oh baby," he sighed. "How many times do I gotta tell you? You're the only girl I want. No need to get jealous."

"Go fuck yourself—"

Another chuckle, then a groan.

"I should. I really want to... Miss you so much..."

Your stomach flipped.

"Miss your mouth. Didn't have time to fuck it back then... Would you let me now?"

"No," you breathed out, shaky.

Why were you still talking to him? Why were your thighs squeezed shut so hard?

"Mmm, that's what you said last time, and yet look who ended up begging me to fill that little cunt."

Your hand tightened around your phone, the pulsing in between your legs refusing to cease and getting harder to ignore.

"I know you could take it all," he breathed. "All down your pretty throat, no complaints. Would be too busy sucking, right, baby?"

"Why even bother asking?" you whispered, your voice small, like you knew the answer already.

Because you did.

"Makes me hard," Jungkook admitted, shameless. "It's cute to see you struggle. Acting like a frightened little doe, like you weren't waiting for a wolf to eat you up."

The confession was so dirty, nothing short of predatory; but it made your cunt throb and heat stick to your underwear, and you couldn't decide if you were more disturbed by him or by your own reactions.

"Fuck..." he swore hoarsely. "All that screaming and fighting only to end up begging for it. Do you like it forced? No need to think, no need to make choices. Just taking my cock like a good little rape toy, yeah?"

You weren't able to contain the hitch of your breath, thighs quivering and spine tingling all over.

Jungkook moaned softly in response, the sound shooting straight through your pussy.

"Wanna come?"

This wasn't happening.

You were losing grasp of reality, consumed by the need to find a lifeline. You felt like you caught a fever, your reply coming out more mellow than intended.

"No. Please stop."

"You're a bad liar, little doe. Without me your body and soul feel empty. You need me as much as I need you."

Your eyes fell shut. You shook your head, repeating your denial like a prayer.

"No..."

Your brain was running on automatic, trying to hold on to some semblance of rationality.

"Does it make you feel better to say that?" Jungkook muttered. "Wouldn't it be easier to give in? I know how much you wanna sneak your hand into your panties. Go on, baby. Rub all your thoughts away. It will feel so good."

You felt your thighs tremble again, the wetness between them unbearable. It was getting harder to breathe through the rising heat, your mouth falling open, trying to catch more oxygen into your lungs.

"Go on, pretty. I'll come with you... Just say the word."

Yes.

No, that wasn't right.

Please...

"No," you forced out again, something that sounded too much like a whimper. "I'm going. Stop calling me."

Jungkook just sighed.

"Shame. Can you at least move closer to the window? Do a little twirl for me. I missed you so much..."

Your head snapped in the direction of the window, heart jumping in alarm. Jungkook seemed to know; he sounded so amused, like it was all a game. And he was winning.

"Just kidding. I have some things to do, but I will see you soon, baby."

"Jungkook—" you panicked, shaking your head, "please don't—"

"Goodnight. I love you."

Beep.

He hung up.

You hugged your knees and lowered your head onto them, welcoming the darkness that greeted you, eclipsing the faint glow of your nightlight.

Was this your fault? You were in pieces for so long; surely that must have been to blame for the sickening pull you felt to answer the phone every time he called.

Maybe that was how Jungkook had managed to get to you. Slithered in through the cracks, took advantage of all the empty spaces. Poured himself in like poison, down to the last drop. Maybe that was also why he needed you so much; there was nothing left of him but you.

You let yourself slump onto the bed, probably the last time you'd be able to sleep through the night somewhat calmly. Because when Jungkook said soon... he always meant soon.

And the clock refused to stop ticking.

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[samsm2mstories]

Blondie Time!

There's this new guy that turned up at the gym, a British who seems to have so much confidence in himself. He seems to enjoy the company of hot guys around him so I gather he is one of those who create videos of himself for pwople to enjoy on social media and OF.

I was in the body of a cute twink who I'd taken over a few days ago just to attract the hot muscular guys. It wasn't long until this blond hunk came over to me and started talking. I found out his name was Dean, and I could sense he was lusting my body.

Days went on and he helped me to weight lift and made little comments about my body and how I looked good. One afternoon he followed me into the sauna and he got close to me. I just couldn't resist him and kissed him.

That was when he grabbed me and forced me to sit on his huge member which I felt pain and pleasure but after a while, I got comfortable knowing every time I moved, I would moan loudly to the pleasure.

We started kissing passionately I felt all his muscles while he was fucking me hard. My butt was being pounded so hard by all his strength. He was biting my neck all over as he told me that he wished he could experience a body like mine.

What I didn't realise was that he was slowly luring me into a trap I noticed at the last minute what he meant and I admitted I wanted his body. He smirked as everything got intense with the fucking.

Suddenly everything changed as I felt my huge member fucking this tight ass of a twink on my lap. I was now Dean and fucking Luke right at this moment. He was moaning so differently as he was riding my cock so professionally. I picked him up and continued fucking him against the wall, on the bench before sending my thick loads deep inside his ass.

The feelings were out of this world, all my muscles sweating profusely while making love to Luke. Something felt great here as Luke was telling me in short words how he dreamed of this. He knew I was top in this twink body and decided to swap us.

We agreed to become a couple, I never knew who was actually inside of Luke, but we were meant to be together in these hot bodies. Our social media went crazy along with the huge income on OF.

Not one day goes by when I stand there in the mirror and admire my sexy body. Sometimes Luke walks in and we fuck in our new bodies while pretending to be possessed by some gay demons. In fact, we love the original Dean and Luke have access to our senses and voices so they can scream and curse us while seeing their bodies fuck.

[hoshifighting]

hi hi could you do an fwb2lovers wonwoo with some angst but happy ending? I really love your works!!! thank you 😊

Friends with Benefit to Lovers - Wonwoo

a/n: thank you for all the luv, xoxo 💋❤️

warnings: suggestive ending, angst, fluff, being left out, reconciliation.

you and Wonwoo have been tight since freshman year, forged through late-night cram sessions, shared slices of greasy pizza, and endless games of FIFA. it's that kind of friendship where you know each other's quirks better than your own.

one friday evening, you find yourselves at a frat party, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and the bass from the speakers pounding against your chest, you're just happy to be along for the ride, nursing a red cup of something that tastes suspiciously like punch.

you watch from a distance as a girl from Wonwoo's course sidles up to him, their conversation growing more animated by the minute. part of you wants to intervene, to remind Wonwoo of your existence, but another part—the stubborn part—refuses to budge. so you sit there, nursing your drink and pretending not to care. 

you had drunk so much that the party went by too quickly, the cheap alcohol from the punch felt like a punch to your liver. some of your friends still tried to talk to you, but your social battery had already run out.

so, you stay put on the worn-out couch, drowning your thoughts in another cup of punch that's probably more sugar than anything else. the party is winding down, people stumbling out the door in twos and threes, but you're stuck here, waiting for Wonwoo's ride back to the dorms.

time stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for Wonwoo to notice you. finally, he appears in front of you, his expression unreadable. "let's go?" he says, his tone flat.

you stand up without a word, ignoring his outstretched hand as you make your way to the door. the car ride is suffocating in its silence, each passing mile stretching the tension between you until it feels like it might snap.

back in the dorm, you head straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself. as you're drying your hair with a towel, Wonwoo's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "why are you like this?" he demands, his frustration palpable.

you whirl around, towel still clutched in your hand. "remembering my existence now?" you snap. Wonwoo's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

you square your shoulders, refusing to back down.

"it means you've been ignoring me all night, and now you expect me to act like everything's okay? i'm not a mind reader, Wonwoo. i can't just pretend like nothing's wrong."

"are you telling me this because of soojin?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

you roll your eyes, unable to mask your irritation. "like it's not obvious," you mutter under your breath.

Wonwoo's expression softens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "look, she's just a girl from my class. we were talking about a new project, that's all. there's no need to feel jealous."

you scoff, cutting him off before he can finish.

"jealous? you think i was jealous?" you shoot back, incredulous. "no, i wasn't. i just didn't want to go to a party and be alone the whole fucking time!"

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"yes, i was with my friends," you concede, your tone softer now. "but i came with you, Wonwoo. and i... i wanted to spend time with you."

"i know, i know," he starts, his tone apologetic yet tinged with frustration. "but i thought you'd be fine with your friends for a bit. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you let out a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it's not just about being fine with my friends," you say, your voice quieter now, tinged with hurt. "i came here with you, Wonwoo. i wanted to spend time with you. but instead, i felt like i was just tagging along while you hung out with someone else."

Wonwoo's shoulders slump, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck.

"i didn't realize you felt that way," he admits, his voice quiet.

"well, now you do," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. "and it sucks feeling like i'm just some afterthought."

you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the argument draining every ounce of energy from your body. you're exhausted, emotionally spent, and all you want to do is close your eyes and forget about the whole thing.

but before you can even think about resting, Wonwoo kneels down in front of you, his expression soft with concern. you meet his gaze, the weariness in your eyes mirrored in his own.

"hey," he says gently, reaching out to take your hand in his. "are you okay?"

you nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "i'm really sorry about earlier," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't mean to upset you."

you manage a weak smile, the tension in your chest easing slightly at his words. "it's okay," you assure him, the weight of the argument already starting to feel lighter.

Wonwoo leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "i just want you to know that you mean a lot to me," he murmurs, his words a whispered promise. "I didn't realize how much my actions were affecting you. you're not just some afterthought, I promise."

you feel a weight lift from your chest as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. 

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice with a familiarity that makes you mewl. you melt into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if you never want to let him go.

that was another thing about Wonwoo – he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

as the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue like a sweet addiction.

he pull back slightly so both of you can breathe.

"you're not just my friend," wonwoo confesses, "you're... you're so much more than that."

your heart feels like it's about to burst from your chest as you search his eyes.

"I've been scared to say it, scared to admit it even to myself," Wonwoo admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I can't deny it any longer. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. "I've loved you for so long."

he kisses your forehead, your lips, giving the smile that you've always loved.

you pull back, caressing his chin and jaw with your hands.

"you know," you murmur, "just because you're sorry doesn't mean i'm going to go easy on you."

Wonwoo chuckles "i wouldn't expect anything less," he replies.

you smirk, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "good," you say, your tone teasing. "because i have a few ideas about how you can make it up to me."

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

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Summary; You're feeling a little bit shitty and being sick always makes you clingy, Eddie snaps at you while he's planning Hellfire not realising the reason why you're so clingy.

Warnings; Kinda mean Eddie, then soft Eddie, fluff, the reader is sick (headache), minors dni

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work 💕

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Since you woke up this morning you had been feeling out of sorts, a pounding headache made you feel nauseated and it made you crave cuddles from your boyfriend Eddie.

When you were sick you always wanted cuddles, more affection.

Eddie was planning a massive campaign for Hellfire and normally you would never bother him during this time but you were feeling like shit and you just wanted Eddie to hold you for a little while.

Even though he had graduated now he still loved doing the campaign with his friends and you loved to join them sometimes, whether it was Eddie teaching you how to play or joining in on the campaign.

When you go to the drama club he's deep in planning for the campaign, scribbling notes and making sure everything is set up perfect.

"Eddie?" he briefly looks up and smiles.

"Hey princess" You kiss his cheek and cuddle into him. He stops what he's doing for a second, presses a kiss to your lips then manoeuvres around you to continue planning out the campaign.

"How's the planning going?" he nods barely taking his eyes off the notes he's wrote.

"Fine" you whine as he moves and you just want five minutes with him and walk up to him nuzzling into his chest.

You tug on his shirt and frustration gives way on his features.

"Jesus H Christ! The guys will be here any minute and I have so much to do. What is it?" he snaps and you wince at his annoyed tone as move away.

"You know what, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you" you reply hurt and he pauses, his irritation wavering.

"Princess, this is my big campaign it's important" The rest of Hellfire come in and you fake a smile, feeling even more shitty that Eddie snapped at you.

"I'll see you later Eddie, have a good campaign okay?" you smile at the guys then rush out before Eddie can call you back.

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The campaign was a massive success, he had spent a lot of time on it and he was pleased everything went so well.

However, all through Hellfire, he felt guilty that he snapped at you, the way you tried to hide how upset you were caused his heart to ache.

The truth was he was still getting used to being with someone this long, he only really had hook ups and brief relationships.

Nobody really caught his eye until you came along, no one made him want to commit to something...more until you came along.

He loved you so much and it scared the shit out of him at first at how deeply he loved you, he was less scared now but he was still navigating having a busy love life with his social life.

Before you all that took up his time was Hellfire and band practice but now he was getting used to having an amazing partner who now took up a pretty large part of his thoughts.

You rarely ever bothered him during the later stages of planning a campaign, except when he taught you how to play when you expressed interest in attending a few meetings.

Something must be bothering you and he curses himself that he doesn't know what's wrong. He didn't even give you a chance to explain.

The boys and Erica loved you as well and Erica was very vocal about the fact that he had messed up.

Unbelievable. He was told off by an eleven-year-old.

He's anxious to speak to you now and hopes you went back to his trailer as per the usual after Hellfire night.

💕

When Eddie gets home, Uncle Wayne is waiting for him.

"Hey, Wayne. Is Princess here?" Wayne nods.

"You know your girl is sick son, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to pretend she isn't but I ain't falling for it" he freezes.

You were sick? Shit! he immediately hurries into his room and finds you fast asleep on his bed.

Very gently he settles down on the bed and your eyes flutter open.

"Eddie. How was the campaign?" he gets into bed with you and holds you close.

"It was great sweetheart, you could have stuck around" you sigh and shake your head.

"Didn't want to bother you" he feels his heart clench painfully.

"Babe..."

"You were planning Hellfire, you were already grumpy" he winces remembering his response to you wanting to cuddle.

"I was a big douchebag, a complete butthead sweetheart. Yeah, the campaigns important but you're my girl and much much more important to me"

He kisses your forehead.

"We've only been dating for a few months and it's not an excuse it's just Hellfire used to be the most important part of my life, and now you are but I still love Hellfire and sometimes I get lost in my own head about it"

This softens you a little bit and you snuggle deeper into him.

"Eddie, I never ever want you to apologise for what you love. It's so lovely seeing you get excited about Hellfire. I love that, I just needed some extra Eddie cuddles that's all, was feeling shitty"

He nods and rests his chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, Wayne told me you're sick. You're also very stubborn. However, Doctor Munson's orders are bedrest, cuddles and lots of soup"

You peer up at him and pout adorably.

"Kisses too?" he grins, feeling his heart melt at that pout. Fuck, if his friends could see the big bad Dungeon Master reduced to a puddle over a pout.

"Yes, Princess and my famous hot chocolate" you beam.

"Before all that tell me a little more about the campaign. I want to hear about it?" he settles down and chats to you excitedly, ready for a night with his girl.

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[mustainegf]

Can you write an early90’s! Jamesxreader where they are having really hard and passionate sex and they get so into it that they don’t hear the guys walking in on them. But james and reader just keep going and when they’re finished, the guys just keep teasing them.

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I love writing stuff like thissss 🕸️

This happened most nights, me and James would end up alone in his room, we'd end up making out, which would lead to touching which would eventually lead to where we were right now.

James grunted as he pounded his cock into me, holding me close as we went at it, his blanket hardly covering us. We made love like this most nights.

I whined out, not caring if the guys heard. James continued to grind his hips into me, his dick pulsing between my gummy core. "That's it baby, that's right..." he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

The sound of the door opening hardly reached my ears, both me and James ignored it, it didn't seem important right now. "I love you, James... I- fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I whined, my fingers ringing into his flexing back. "Yes, baby... yes, cum for me," he coaxed. I could tell he was close too by the way he twitched inside me.

He looked up, his pretty blue eyes meeting mine.

My face contorted in pleasure, still holding him as I trembled, feeling myself begin to cum. "There you go, oh that's right, baby..." James groaned, flinching his hips before I felt him spurting inside of me.

James moaned into the room, a thunderous sound that never ceased to get me off. James pumped a few more times, forcing the final drops of his seed into me.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his face, sweaty from exertion. "You always look so sexy when you cum," I said. He kissed me quickly on the lips. "Fuck, I hope that got you pregnant," he chuckled. He knew I was on birth control, but he always said something along those lines after cumming in me.

James pulled out and collapsed beside me. I sighed with a smile, glancing around the room. That was when my heart sank.

The door was open. I could've sworn that we had shut it. "James, you said you locked the door," I muttered to him, my voice slightly panicked.

He blinked at me, obviously having been distracted during sex, his gaze darting towards the door. "Did I?" he asked. "What? Yeah," I told him, still panicking. I hadn't wanted the others walking in on us.

Not that they would have cared, hell, that's what I liked about them. They didn't care. But I was still embarrassed. "Shit," he cursed. We both sat up and looked over the bed, but there was no sign of them.

James throw on his boxers and I quickly found a robe, too distracted to clean myself up.

I walked out of James' room, he followed behind me. Walking into the kitchen, we're 3 guys. Lars, kirk, and Jason. All with stupid expressions on their faces. Lars pretended to hump Jason over the counter. "Oh James!! Oh James I'm gonna cum!" He wailed. Kirk giggled at the stupid sight.

I glared at them, beginning to feel James' cum drip down my thighs. "Seriously." I muttered.

"That's what happens when you guys fuck like rabbits," kirk shrugged, flashing his crooked teeth.

[ceruleansx]

for eternity | jack champion

↳ pairing : beachgirl!reader x actor!jackchampion

↳ warnings : nothing much but pure fluff, insecurity, comfort

↳ summary : after a long year of filming for scream 6, you, jack, and the other cast members decide to take a trip to one of their beach houses along the coast. you two spend some time together on the beach, only for him to end up confessing his love.

↳ a/n : hey guys!! sry its been a while, but i would really love if any of you guys dropped some requests!!

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"okay okay!!" jenna screamed as she looked around at everyone. "there's gonna be two cars."

she started naming everyone's assigned seats (just for fun), but you weren't paying attention. you were paying attention to jack. he was there in a little puffy jacket, since he got cold so easily.

his curls looked perfect that day. but not like they always were. you loved his hair. sometimes you just wanted to hug him so tight and mess around with his curly hair.

"and in the backback seat is gonna be y/n and jack!" jenna gave you a smirk.

she knew that you had the biggest crush on him ever since you two started filming. you were his 'love interest' and the directers told you that you guys had to spend quality time together.

but you and jack enjoyed each other's company, without any of the directors orders. sometimes you thought that jack liked you, but you were just too delusional.

you nodded as you walked over to jack. he looked and smiled back at you. now it was his turn to stare.

jack liked you for forever. he started liking you when he saw a movie that you were in. he was practically in love with you. in his eyes, you were basically the only girl living.

but he didn't know how to show it.

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jack insisted that you went into the very backseat first. your tummy flustered at his action, but he was just being a gentlemen you thought.

the backback seat was very tight for some reason. so now, you two were basically squished. it wasn't awkward or anything, you two were very close.

"hope your not claustrophobic." you laughed.

his face looked like he was gonna puke, "now i am because i'm next to you." he joked.

you opened your mouth, about to say something, but he covered your mouth with his hand.

he could feel your cheeks burning through his palm, and he smiled softly at the expression and feeling. he patted his lap.

"cmere.." he said softly. "it's gonna be a long drive."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "dude the drive is an hour."

he chuckled softly. "so? lay down, cus when we get there i'm throwing you into the ocean."

"cant wait for that." you said as you laid your head down on his lap.

he was honestly so comfy, and so warm. he smelled good too. he was surprised at his own demand of making you lay down on his lap, but he wanted more.

he laid his hands down on your head and started to massage your scalp. you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, trying to avoid him seeing your face completely red. the others in the front and other back were too busy talking to notice. but jack liked it. he liked being alone with you, just the two of you.

you eventually dozed off to sleep, and jack did too. his hands were now placed on your waist and shoulder, keeping you safe and secure, even though no one was there.

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"cmon sleepy head." jack teased as you stumbled of the car.

everyone finally arrived to the rented beach house in time. the house was just in front of the beach, the type where the backyard door just led to the ocean and sand.

"i'm weak jack!! i'm done forr.." you groaned, pretending that you bag weighed 1,000 pounds.

he rolled his eyes and ran over to help you. he grabbed the strap of your backpack and lifted it up with no effort.

"the hell?!" he laughed.

he heard you snicker in the back of him. "you little liar!!" he grabbed your waist and picked you up.

"jack!! what the heck-" he put you over his shoulder, "oh my gosh jack if you drop me!" you screamed playfully.

"i won't" baby. he almost said it. he practically thanked the gods that he stopped saying what he was gonna say.

you gave up your efforts of trying to get down. but deep down in your heart, you really enjoyed being so close to him all the time. first the car ride, now this? it had to be a dream for you, but you always were overthinking. jack was just being a good friend. nothing else.

but it wasn't like that in jacks case. jack adored you. his eyes were only for you and forever for you. he would practically worship the ground you walked on. or he would paint every sunset you saw. he really hoped you felt the same way.

after everyone got into their rooms, you and jack started to unpack. the room was a good size, and there was one big bed.

"can you unpack fasterr??" you begged as jack folded every single piece of clothing.

"patience y/n.." he laughed inside as he saw that all you wanted was to go to the beach.

everyone was already unpacked, and they all decided to order panda express and play mario kart. but you nor jack wanted to. you begged him to go to the beach with him and watch the sunset.

he folded his last hoodie and he closed the drawer. "done!" he sighed, seeing a big grin on your face.

"finally gosh." you looked at his outfit.

you were already in your bikini. it was jack's favorite one, but you didn't have to know that. it clung your body so perfectly. sometimes jack wished that you saw yourself in jacks eyes. so beautiful.

"what?" he stared confused.

"where's your bathing suit?"

"oh! yeah." he grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off.

youve seen him shirtless before at the pool parties, but boy he was mesmorizing. his abs were toned so perfectly with his skin.

he caught you staring, and he couldn't help but turn a bright shade of pink. he cleared his throat. "my eyes are up here.." he teased.

you blinked before meeting his gaze. "i just zoned out jeezzz, don't worry, those crazy fan girls will take you all for themselves." you rolled your eyes playfully

"hmmm but what they don't know is that theres a special someonee." he hummed.

you gasped. you tried to pretend that you didn't like him, so he could spit out his crush. theres a part of you that was praying that it was going to be you.

"whoo?! who is it who is it." you started to punch his chest softly.

"stop-pp-" he giggled, since he was so ticlish. he blushed strongly again.

"let's just go to the beach you little baby." he ruslted you hair.

you rolled your eyes, "finee."

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the sunset was beautiful tonight. jack thought for a moment. for some reason, whenever he saw a sunset, he thought of you. you were his sunset. his light.

he turned to you, seeing the colors of the sky through your pupils. you turned to him and met his gaze. you two held eye contact for which seemed like forever, until you heared a two shrieks.

"o-m-g!! jack champion!!" some two girls near you and jack's age came running offer.

"that's me..!" he said as he cringed to himself.

he looked a little uncomfortable. he was. a perfect moment with his girl ruined. well, in his mind you were his girl.

"can we pleasee take a photo with you??" they begged.

before jack said yes, they both gave you nasty looks. jack noticed their gaze towards you, and he also noticed you reaction. he saw that you were hurt, and that you were looking at one of the girl's bodies.

'she was really pretty' you thought. jack mustve liked her or something since he did a little pose with her, you also thought.

jack didn't though. ever since he met you, he never liked anyone else. and he knew it was going to stay like that.

after a few more pictures, they finally left. he gave a big sigh and sat on the towel next to you again. "told you." you said.

he turned, his curly hair moving along with his head.

"told me what?"

"those fans girls are gonna snatch you up quick."

he chuckled softly, saddened that you thought like that. "nahh, what makes you think that?"

"they were very pretty. perfect bodies too." you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tight.

jacks eyes turned into guilt and sadness. "well your pretty too.." he said softly.

"yeah but-" you pointed out, "how could a guy not go for girls like them? they got the whole package and stuff."

he paused, scared off what to say next, hoping that it doesn't ruin your friendship. "but maybe.." he whispered.

"maybe some guys don't want annoying girls like them."

you turned your head, finding jack already admiring you. "y/n i-" he stuttered.

why was it so hard to speak? maybe it was because he was confessing his only one true love towards you.

"i'm in love with you. and i know it doesn't make sense because were not even dating, so im not really supposed to say-" he rambled before his words were cut off with your lips.

his breath stopped before he accepted the lustfull kiss. his lips were soft, but filled with such need that hes been keeping. his hands cupped your head as you two started to learn each other's movements.

you finally pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. "your so perfect.." he whispered.

"jack i-" you gulped. "i love you so much, words can't even explain."

"words can't explain how beautiful you are in my eyes y/n. i will love you for eternity." he said.

and with that, you pulled his face towards yours for another deep and loving kiss.

[eiightysixbaby]

breathing deeply, walking backwards

roller coaster, favorite ride, let me kiss you one last time

word count: 5.7k

pairing: best friend!eddie x fem!reader

summary: an evening at the fair leads to a big confession from your best friend (who you just so happen to have feelings for)

cw: mentions of food/eating, friends to lovers, use of y/n, and that’s literally all I can think of bc this is a bunch of sweet fluff

author’s note: this is just a sweet little idea that’s been hanging out in my brain all summer, and I’m excited to put it out there finally! it’s really just a bunch of sickeningly sweet ooey gooey fluff, the stakes are not very high here lol I just wanted to write something cute that didn’t feel as daunting to work on. I love the idea of going to the fair with eddie, so this was fun for me. enjoy!

Hawkins Fun Fair, summer of 1986. The warm air was sweet. It smelled of kettle corn and cotton candy, kissed your nose with the enticing scents and lured you in. The sun had just began to set, casting the sky in orange and violet and pink. All around you kids ran rampant, excitedly stomping over the grass with snow cones in hand. You found yourself getting lost looking at the big lightbulbs blinking on all of the carnival rides, when suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle, picking you up and hoisting you over a shoulder.

“Eddie!” you squeal, laughing and pretending to pound on his back in protest.

“Come on, space cadet, you were trailing behind! Don’t want you to get lost now do we?” Eddie chuckles, walking quickly to keep up with the rest of your group.

Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin had all gone ahead, debating on what to do first. The kids had run off to god knows where, Lucas and Dustin arguing over which ride to go on first. You breathe in Eddie’s scent, cologne and weed and boy, and it mixes to create the most enticing combination. You want to climb into his cutoff tank-top and live there forever. Eddie finally sets you down on the ground once you’re caught up with the rest of your friends, having found them in line for some funnel cakes.

“Wanna get one to share?” Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows to get a laugh from you.

“Is that even a question?” you reply, already pulling out your wallet and a few dollar bills.

You give Eddie a glare that says, ‘I’m paying, so don’t even try it’ before he can protest. He usually always pays when you two go out together, even though you insist he doesn’t have to. He’s just sweet like that, always has been.

The two of you have been friends for only a short amount of time, joining forces at the start of the last school year - your first senior year and Eddie’s third (and final!). But man, did you guys get close over the span of less than a year. You’re basically attached at the hip, your other friends already knowing that if you or Eddie are invited somewhere, the other is tagging along.

The only issue is that you’ve started catching feelings for the curly haired boy you spend all of your time with. You hadn’t told him, just let the ever growing feelings consume you in silence. You’d confided only in Robin and Nancy, who both let you ramble on and on whenever you needed to. They’ve told you countless times to go for it, that Eddie would be silly not to be into you, that he totally is sweet on you, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. What if it makes everything awkward?

What you didn’t know, was that Eddie had feelings for you, too. Big feelings, heart wrenching feelings for you. Steve and Jonathan were his confidants, his right hand men in trying to convince him to take the plunge and confess to you. Jonathan told him how he once asked Nancy if she thought you might like Eddie, to which Nancy got flustered and awkwardly denied, which he found suspicious. Of course, Eddie hardly listened to any of this. He wanted to confess to you, so badly wanted to open the doors to wonderful things if it all went right. But if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings, it could ruin everything. That was a very big ‘if’ to Eddie, and he couldn’t risk it.

So, you two were just friends. Really close friends who cuddled on the couch during movie nights and basically went on dates without calling them dates, who gave each other the biggest heart eyes constantly yet didn’t realize it.

A warm funnel cake on a paper plate is placed into your hands, Eddie grabbing a fistful of napkins beside you. The smell of the dessert wafts into your nose, making your mouth water. You delicately rip off a piece, letting the warm dough and sweet powdered sugar practically melt in your mouth.

“Mmm, so fuckin’ good,” you groan around your mouthful, licking the white powder off of your fingers rather ungracefully.

Eddie sighs blissfully as he takes his first bite, a much bigger piece of the cake than yours, and he swallows before you could even catch if he chewed it first.

“It’s almost as sweet as you,” he says, grinning as he, too licks the powdered sugar from his fingertips.

You catch Nancy and Robin giving you a look after he says it, and you blush a little under their gazes.

“What’re you buttering me up for, Munson?” you ask playfully, elbowing him in the side as the group continues to walk.

Eddie just shrugs, a smirk on his face as he continues to pick at the funnel cake. You don’t want to tear your eyes away from him, his big chocolate brown eyes so sincere when they look at you and his dark curls cascading over his shoulders, shaking when he laughs too hard. You can’t help but watch every time he brings a powder-covered finger to his mouth, licking the sweetness off of it. You swear he’s doing it slowly just to drive you crazy. You flush at all of the possible scenarios that swirl in your mind with that image and stare down at your shoes as they trod through the grass. You’re torn from your thoughts when he grabs your arm excitedly, pulling you over to a carnival game booth with huge fluffy teddy bears hanging from the backdrop.

“I am so gonna win you one of these,” he says confidently, cracking his knuckles like he’s about to kick some ass.

“Are you doing this because you want to win me a bear or because you want prove that you can win these rigged games?” you tease, watching as he rubs his hands together eagerly and passes the attendant some tickets to play.

The objective seems to be simple enough - throw some darts, pop six balloons and you win a big prize. The catch is, you only have ten darts. Eddie’s first attempt goes alright, but he only ends up popping four balloons.

“Aw, it’s okay Eds,” you say, getting ready to turn and walk away from the booth before he stops you.

“Ah-ah. Nope, no way I’m giving up that easy,” he shakes his head, handing the attendant more tickets.

You roll your eyes at his determinedness, never willing to back down from a challenge. Your heart races though, secretly loving the idea of him winning you something. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he eyes the targets. He wiggles his ass exaggeratedly, getting into position and making you snort. He draws his arm back, dart poised between three fingers, and then he lets go.

Pop!

He pumps his fist, flexing his biceps at you, really putting on a dramatic show for this. He’s so gorgeous you feel like you could die.

“You still have nine more to go, Munson. We’ll see if you can do it again,” you tease, hiding your affection, making him clutch his chest in mock offense.

Much to your surprise, he pops the remaining five balloons almost entirely in a row. Eddie is nothing if not competitive and determined, and his desire to win you a prize fueled him even more.

“Haha! What did I tell ya, sweets? I knew I could win,” he boasts, rocking on the balls of his feet.

The worker hands you a large, brown, fluffy teddy bear with a pink bow wrapped around its neck. You squeeze the bear with a grin, giving Eddie a hug and a thank you for winning you the prize. You hoist the bear over your shoulders so it looks like it’s sitting on them, holding onto its fuzzy legs carefully. You run ahead to catch Steve and Jonathan, who laugh at the size of the bear.

“Geez, Eddie, think you picked a big enough prize?”Steve asks.

“Mmm, no, but this was the biggest they had,” he contemplates, giving you a big smile when you meet his eyes.

You walk ahead with Steve and Jonathan, the latter turning around to mouth to Eddie, ‘ask her out!’. Eddie just laughs and shakes his head, but he can’t deny the way his heart pounds as he watches you excitedly show off your bear. Smitten with the way your eyes light up, the happy bounce in your every step.

Deciding that you’re hungry again, the funnel cake simply being a filler snack, you get in line with Eddie and Robin for some actual food to munch on, finding Max and Lucas already waiting at the same stand. Your eyes scour the small menu in indecision as you talk to Robin, and Max overhears you telling her that Eddie won the bear for you, turning to Lucas with her hands on her hips, ready to rile him up.

“See, Lucas? Why don’t you be a good boyfriend like Eddie and win me a bear?” she teases him, laughing when Lucas gets flustered and stumbles on his words.

You and Eddie avoid eye contact, Robin catching the way you squirm after Max’s implication that Eddie is your boyfriend.

“I’m not….” Eddie starts.

“He’s not my-” you say simultaneously.

But Max is no longer listening, now playfully arguing with Lucas. Your cheeks feel hot, flustered by the situation. You peer cautiously over at Eddie, whose cheeks are pink as he chews on his bottom lip - a nervous habit. He meets your eyes and gives you a sheepish little smile, before you’re taken from the moment by the food truck employee asking for your order.

The awkwardness is washed away once your food arrives, you and Eddie sharing a tray of cheese fries to go with your chili dog. You immediately retreat back into your comfortable friendly nature as you pick at the steaming pile of fries. You can’t help but wonder, though, what was going through his head when Max said what she did. He didn’t seem offended, or repulsed, or anything like that. He seemed shy and flustered just like you, nervous even. Your head spins trying to piece it together, before you’re shaken from your thoughts at Eddie reaching towards you, wiping a stray bit of gooey cheese sauce that had been left on the corner of your mouth.

“Can a girl get a warning first?” you laugh, watching him wipe the cheese on a napkin.

“Sorry, sweets, y’made a mess. Wanted to help,” he grins, knowing you can’t keep up your teasing when he flashes his smile at you.

Before you can really react, or even blush at his actions, Nancy’s calling your attention.

“Come over here, let’s get in line for this ride!” she’s beaming, Robin waiting eagerly at her side.

“Can I trust you to hold Mr. Bear while I go on this ride?” you ask Eddie, looking him over in pretend contemplation.

“Cross my heart, doll,” Eddie swears, his index finger drawing an x over his heart.

You hand him the stuffed toy, running to meet the girls in line. The ride in question has a bunch of little cars on a platform that spins, and the cars themselves have wheels in the center so you can spin yourselves at your discretion. It doesn’t take long before you’re loading into a blue car with flashing lights on the outside, the three of you positioning your hands on the large wheel in the middle.

Eddie stands off to the side, chewing the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His thoughts won’t let him catch a break, replaying your reaction to Max referring to him as your boyfriend, taking note of the fact that you didn’t necessarily seem upset about it. He thinks about your smile when he won you your prize, thinks about Jonathan and Steve giving him ‘the look’ and imploring him to ask you out.

He swears he feels his heart soaring as the ride starts, and he watches as you laugh under the blinking lights and the last bit of a glow from the setting sun. He wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you in this moment, hair blowing in the breeze, mouth open in a never ending laugh, happy and surrounded by friends who love you dearly. The feelings he harbors for you are clawing at his insides, fighting to make their way out. He doesn’t know if it’s possible to hold them down for much longer. Butterflies take flight in his stomach when you catch his eye, giving him a little wave as your car spins round and round.

The ride ends and you come bounding giddily out of the exit gate with the girls by your side, crying laughing at Nancy’s hair - which is now windswept and sticking every which way. Eddie stands waiting for you, smiling at you as you come up beside him.

“Have fun, ladies?” he asks, giving Nancy a raised eyebrow over her hairdo.

“Don’t even say it, Munson,” she laughs, leaning into Jonathan’s side, who’s appeared next to her.

“It was so much fun,” you beam at him, eyes bright as they meet his. “I’ll have to get you on a ride with me.”

“Anything you wanna do, sweets,” Eddie grins.

“Did you take good care of my bear while I was gone?” you ask him, reaching for the stuffed toy.

“Oh yeah. We had a very enlightening conversation,” he jokes, handing the bear back to you.

You giggle at this, watching as Eddie pretends to whisper something in the bear’s fuzzy little ear before handing him back to you. He shyly excuses himself to find a bathroom, leaving you standing with the rest of the group - save for Steve who got dragged somewhere by Dustin.

In all honesty, Eddie just needed a minute away to get his thoughts straight. His body feels like it’s vibrating he’s so head over heels for you, and he’s unsure what to do or how to do it. He doesn’t even find a bathroom, just paces around, weaving in and out of groups of excited kids and less excited parents. He doesn’t feel like he’s coming to any sort of conclusion, supposing he should’ve brought Jonathan along with him to bounce his thoughts off of. One thing he knows for sure, is that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to be strictly friendly towards you. Something’s gonna slip one way or another, and Eddie thinks he wants to have control over that situation.

He starts to circle back in the direction that he left you, palms sweating in the pockets of his jeans as he overthinks himself into a frenzy.

He stops dead in his tracks when he spots you huddled with Nancy and Robin on the side of one of the carnival booths, seemingly deep in conversation. Ducking away before you can spot him, he lingers just around the corner from where you are. He knows he shouldn’t, but his curiosity gets the best of him as he cranes to listen to what you’re saying.

“-and Max referred to him as my boyfriend, and he didn’t seem, like, mad about it? Or, I don’t know, repulsed by it or anything. I swear to god he blushed and I just don’t know how to take it,” your voice rambles.

“Y/N, he won you a fucking teddy bear. That’s about as obvious as he could be without putting a flashing neon sign above his head that says ‘I love Y/N L/N’,” he hears Robin retort, and his cheeks flush with slight embarrassment.

“Okay, listen, even if he likes me let’s not get carried away and say he loves me…” you try to defend.

“I’m with Rob on this one, hun,” Nancy butts in, “this is just the icing on the cake of all of the other things you two do that are so much more than just friendly.”

“Thank you, Nance,” Robin enunciates. “Seriously, babe, I just think it’s about time you admit your feelings to him. He deserves to know, and he’s totally going to reciprocate because he’s so clearly wildly in love with you, but even if he didn’t reciprocate this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s just a walking teddy bear and he’d never be mean about it or-” Robin’s word vomit spills out, but Eddie can’t focus on her voice anymore.

It’s time you admit your feelings for him. You have feelings for him? Eddie feels his heart rate speed up, turning on his heel and walking away before any of you catch him eavesdropping. He ducks behind a cotton candy stand, his hands trembling with excitement. It’s like a switch is flipped in his brain, all of his reservations about confessing his feelings for you slipping away with ease. He knows what he has to do now, what he should’ve done ages ago. He can’t spend another day in a world where you aren’t his, and so he won’t.

Once he regains some composure, he walks back towards where he saw you and the girls talking. You see him coming this time, waving the arm of your teddy bear at him in greeting. He laughs, his heart feeling warm at the adorable gesture.

Jonathan, Steve, and now Dustin are standing there as well, and the girls’ previous conversation with you appears to be over. Dustin gives Eddie a look as he approaches, the older boy’s eyes trained on you the whole way over.

“What’s up with you? You look like a lovesick pup-” Dustin starts, but Eddie elbows him in the side before he can finish his sentence.

“Ow! Dude!!” Dustin remarks, but Eddie’s no longer listening, having fully turned his attention to you.

He’s about to make another smart comment, but Steve catches him before he can even get a word out, pulling him away and distracting him with the promise of an ice cream cone. Eddie can practically feel Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin’s eyes on him as he listens to you talk, excitedly pleading with him to go on another ride with you.

“I told you before, anything you wanna do I’m game for,” Eddie gives you a small smile before adding “….except that stupid roller coaster that goes in one big continuous loop. I am not risking my life today,” he points a finger at the ride in question, shaking his head as the riders are whipped upside down over and over.

You laugh at this, assuring him you’re not going to make him go on that one, instead leading him in the direction of a different ride. Eddie has hearts in his eyes as you lead him through the crowd of people, and he can’t help himself from eyeing the way your skirt bounces with every step, showing off your thighs. You turn back with a gleam in your eyes, like you’re so unbelievably happy to see him standing there, like you forgot who’s hand you were pulling towards your destination. Your ride of choice, admittedly, isn’t much more favorable to Eddie than the stupid loop-de-loop coaster. It’s designed so you stand against the wall in the big circular structure, and it spins so fast you’re basically pinned to the wall as it flies.

“What, big shot, are you nervous?” you tease him as you find a spot to stand in.

He waves you off with a shaky hand, “Me? Nervous? Pffft, yeah right,” he rolls his eyes. “Are you nervous? Need me to hold your hand?” he teases right back, shrieking when you slap him playfully on the arm.

“This ride’s always been my favorite, so, no. I think I’ll be fine,” you assure, standing up straighter as if to prove your confidence to him.

In actuality, you haven’t been on a ride like this since you were a little kid, and now as you waited for it to start the nerves were setting in a little. Before you can debate it any longer, the door shuts and rainbow lights flash inside the ride, illuminating the darkness. It starts moving, and you grip the handles beside you, watching as Eddie does the same. You squeal as you start to spin faster, listening as Eddie lets out a very nervous groan beside you. He squeezes his eyes shut, and honestly he thinks he must’ve blacked out for the worst of it because before he knows it, the spinning slows. He comes back to reality, looking down and processing that his hand is gripping yours, his knuckles white where they’re linked between your fingers. It’s not like you two haven’t held hands before, you certainly have, but this time has a different context, at least in Eddie’s mind. He has new knowledge now, and he blushes ferociously as his eyes stay locked on your linked hands.

You felt Eddie grip your hand in the middle of the ride, your brain laser focusing on it as the world spun around you. You catch his eyes finally now that the ride is stopped, and the two of you just look at each other for a moment. You ignore the people exiting around you, zeroed in on each other. The way Eddie’s looking at you feels different, and you don’t know why but it’s making your pulse hammer in your chest. It takes the ride attendant calling stragglers off to get you to drop Eddie’s hand, fixing your hair as you walk off the ride.

Neither of you say a word, and honestly you don’t think you could get words to form right now if you tried. Your head is spinning, and you can’t tell if you’re dizzy from the ride or just overly in love with your best friend. You wish he’d take your hand again, wish he’d never let it go, but before you can think about it for too long, Steve is approaching from where he stands by a metal fence surrounding your ride, holding your teddy bear out to you. Eddie jumps beside you, as if he forgot there were other people around him, and you wonder if he was just as lost in thought as you were. Robin and Nancy’s voices ring in your head. You need to confess your feelings. He deserves to know.

“Come on you guys, quit dragging your feet! We have to go on the ferris wheel while they do the fireworks!” Steve says, hurrying both of you along.

Oh, right. Fireworks. You loved the fireworks Hawkins put on every year, always dragging your friends to see them with you. You’re more than excited to get to share them with Eddie this time around. Your chest vibrates with a euphoric feeling, Eddie still walking beside you as you head towards the ferris wheel.

“Wanna sit with me?” you ask him teasingly, knowing he’d never tell you no.

“Hmmm, I’ll have to think about that one, princess,” he says, pretending to contemplate as you shove his side lightly.

He’s grateful for the conversation starter from you, glad you pulled him out of his nervous brain.

“I suppose the bear is sitting with us, too?” he smiles.

“Well, duh, we can’t make him sit alone. That would be rude,” you say, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, of course, of course. Forgive me for even implying such a thing,” Eddie offers the bear an apologetic bow, almost tripping over a stray electrical cord, which sends you into a fit of giggles.

Eddie loves the sound of your laugh, he strives to be the cause of it whenever he can. He’s going to tell you how he feels. On this ferris wheel, at the top as you watch the fireworks, he’s going to tell you. He stands in the line with you, palms sweating in the pockets of his jeans. The lights on the giant wheel blink intermittently, bright colors flashing and casting a glow over you as he watches you watch them. You both step up to the man taking tickets, and you step forward into the open bench seat that waits for you. You’re busy stuffing your bear into the seat beside you when Eddie passes the attendant a twenty dollar bill.

“You’ll be doing me a huge favor if you stop us at the top during the fireworks,” he murmurs to the guy, who gives a firm nod in response, pocketing the cash.

Maybe twenty was a bit steep for a small favor, but anything’s worth it when it comes to you. Eddie needs his perfect moment. You’re just about to turn and question whether he’s coming or not when he appears at your side, sliding into the seat beside you. It’s the bear on the left, you in the middle, and Eddie on the right. You’re giddy like a child when a tester firework gets set off, preparing everyone for the real show. Eddie swallows thickly, watching you as your hands grip the metal bar that secures you both in your seat.

Soon, you’re moving slowly backwards and up, stopping periodically to let more people on more empty cars. The sky is a rich navy blue, stars peeking out and blinking down at you as you look up. Your heart races for a reason you aren’t sure of, your mind still stuck on Eddie grabbing your hand earlier, amongst a million other things he’s done. Your car stops perfectly at the top, and you peer down to see that the other cars are all full.

“Oooh! We’re going to be right at the top for this!” you grip Eddie’s arm excitedly, and he thinks he’d be perfectly fine if the smile on your face right now was the last thing he ever saw.

He shares in your excitement, thanking the ride attendant in his mind for not just pocketing his money and not complying with his request.

“I think this might just be the best seat for fireworks, ever,” you say, turning to look at him. “Mr. Bear agrees,” you add, giggling when Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Mr. Bear has nothing to compare this to. Of course he agrees,” he says, feigning hurt when you slap him gently on the arm. Nevertheless, he’s ecstatic that you’re this happy about your viewpoint for tonight’s show.

Before you can continue the bit, a couple of fireworks light up the sky, booms rumbling in your chest.

Eddie takes a deep breath, grounding himself. This is it, he thinks. You have to do it now.

“Hey, uh, sweetheart?” he asks, wincing when his voice cracks ever so slightly.

“Yeah, Eds?” you reply, barely turning to face him as you watch the glittery explosions in the night sky.

“There’s something I need to tell you…” he says, his mouth going dry. You actually look at him now, brows furrowing.

“What’s up? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, it’s not- I mean I hope it’s not a bad thing. What I’m about to tell you, I mean,” he’s nervously rambling now, you know he gets like this. You squeeze his hand, calming him.

“What is it, Eddie?” your voice is soft, and the way you’re looking at him is making him melt.

“I don’t want to just be friends with you anymore,” he starts, squeezing your hand back. “I like you, I like you so fucking much, sweetheart,” his eyes are searching yours, his voice surprisingly calm given his frantic look.

“Eddie, I-”

“I’ve been hiding this for so long, I didn’t wanna ruin what we have already, but… I overheard you talking with Robin and Nance before, and unless I misunderstood I have a feeling you feel the same way,” he’s smiling shyly, and you can tell even in the dim light that he’s blushing.

More fireworks boom and crackle, your heart pounds with a timbre that rivals them.

“I do, Eddie,” you reply, and you can’t even try to hold back the grin that spreads across your face. Neither can he, his pearly white teeth on display for you, and he’s so beautiful. “I didn’t say anything for the same damn reason,” you laugh a little, shaking your head. “I guess we’re both stupid for not seeing the signs, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah we are,” he agrees, his voice soft as he lets himself melt into your eyes.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world. He’s glad he can tell you that now with no fear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice breathy now.

Your heart is beating a mile a minute at his compliment, eyes looking away in a rare moment of shyness around the man you’ve been the closest to for months now. You don’t respond, can’t get the words out when he’s looking at you the way that he is. You let him lean in closer, let him rest his palm on your cheek, let your eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes yours.

Then, he’s kissing you. He’s finally fucking kissing you.

Eddie feels like his foot is about to start thumping like a dog that’s being scratched in the perfect spot. You feel like your heart might burst right here, right now on the ferris wheel seat. Your lips slot against his like you were made for each other, molded just right. Fireworks go off in your chest, rivaling the display in the sky. When you finally pull away, both of Eddie’s hands are cupping your face, and your hands are fisted in the collar of his shirt. His smile is radiant, the only thing you want to look at for the rest of your life.

Sparks crackle in the sky, quicker now, and you know the show must be ending soon. Your head goes to rest on Eddie’s shoulder as you both watch the bursts of color erupt. They seem to reach out to you, it feels like you could touch them if you stretched your hand out far enough. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You feel like there’s a million things you could say to each other, but it can wait. The fireworks show pounds and bangs and sizzles to a vibrant close but Eddie’s touch sends its own sparks over your skin, zaps of electricity flowing through you. You feel like you’re floating when the ride finally takes you back down to the ground and you step out of your bench seat, holding Eddie’s hand. He pulls you to him as soon as you’re away from the crowd of people shuffling through the fairgrounds, his hands resting on your lower back.

His lips find yours once more amidst a clash of teeth, both of your smiles too big to stay out of the way. “Eddie, Eddie, wait,” you say, still smiling as you pull away. “What does this make us, then?” you ask, eyes searching his as he holds you in place.

“Well, that depends. Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks, a boyish grin playing on his lips.

“Well now that depends. Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you counter, your top teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“It would be an honor to hold that title, sweet girl.” Eddie says, bowing slightly, the dramatics in full swing as usual.

You erupt into giggles, mock-curtsying in response. “Then I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Eddie lifts you off the ground, spinning you before he kisses you again. He feels like it’s just you and him in that moment, his brain blurring out the laughter and conversations from passersby. It’s only when Robin’s gasp shakes you both from the moment that he comes back down to earth. He sets you down, you shyly leaning into his side as your friends look at you, amused and smug at the fact that they were right this entire time.

“Finally,” Nancy smirks.

“Took you long enough,” Jonathan adds, patting Eddie firmly on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, okay everyone. You were right, we get it, blah blah blah,” Eddie rambles. “Now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and I are going to head out for the night I think,” he says, looking down at you with a lovesick grin.

“Ew,” Dustin groans. “I don’t even wanna know what you guys are planning on doing,” he grimaces, Eddie stepping forward to ruffle his hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Henderson, I’m gonna take my lady to get some food,” Eddie says, turning around to face you. “That sound good, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly, taking his hand as he steps back to you, your bear tucked under your other arm. You bid your friends goodbye for the night, laughing at the wolf whistles from Steve and Robin as you walk away hand-in-hand.

“Where are you taking me, handsome?” you ask, swinging your hands as you walk.

“The diner sound good? That’s our usual haunt but, now it’s a real date,” Eddie knocks his shoulder to yours, shyness poking through his boisterous demeanor.

“Sounds perfect,” you say, dropping his hand then. “I’ll race you to the van.”

“Oh, and you’re so gonna lose, baby,” he enunciates the last word, letting it sink into your skin. It catches you off guard just how he wanted it to, and you stand there stricken as you realize how much you like hearing him call you that.

“No way you’re winning now!” Eddie calls, having already started running.

“Hey! You’re a dirty cheater!” you gasp, trying and failing to catch up with him.

Everything feels right with the world as you sprint past children and food stands and bright lights. Your eyes stay focused on the man running ahead of you, like he’s your bright light guiding you. His giggles and taunts can be heard as he throws them over his shoulder at you, and his laughter’s never been more beautiful. It’s just you two against the world now. The way it always should have been. Navigating life with Eddie is your favorite ride, and you laugh wildly as you imagine what’s yet to come.

[misscherrys-world]

Day and night.

Warnings: smut, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation. Fingering (fem receiving). Unprotected sex. Spanking (both ass and pussy) The reader and Kai are kind of lovers but Kai doesn’t like “labels”.

I got lazy checking for any mistakes so please just forgive me and pretend it’s not there.

I personally believe that Kai has a thing for spanking cunts because he’s a sadistic mf.

𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴:

I stood in Kai’s kitchen before the sink washing our dinner’s dishes when I felt his arms sneaking around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder.

“Hmm, you look so pretty when you’re playing the good housewife.” He hummed as he started planting soft kisses along my neck, pressing my back against his chest even more.

I smiled as I felt the familiar butterflies flattering all around my stomach.. those damn butterflies..

“Kai~ someone will see us~” I was worried if someone from the cult sees us in this position. Kai was the one who wanted to keep things secret between the two of us. And I didn’t question him.

“Then we have to go upstairs to my room.” He bit on my sensitive skin.

As we headed upstairs his hand started to squeeze my ass. “Look at that great ass of yours I wanna see it all red and plumbed facing me.” He whispered in my ear. Goosebumps appeared on the nape of my neck and heat rushed to my cheeks.

As soon as we stepped into his room he pushed me down the bed. “There’s only 2 rules today..” he started ripping my shirt off “The first rule, no cumming without my permission” he continues ripping my clothes off, my bra, my shorts and my panties. “The second rule, don’t you dare moan loud. We don’t want others to know you’re such a cum slut now, do we?” I was gasping in need, I always liked how strong he was. I loved how he manhandled me. “N-no.. we don’t want others to know..”

“Good girl” he started kneading my breast pinching my nibbles lightly. “Ahh~” I moaned softly, he knows how sensitive my nibbles were and he used it against me. “Tsk tsk. Look how drenched your pretty little cunt is” his middle finger slides into my folds, he arches his finger finding my g-spot immediately. My breath hitched as I tried to suppress a loud moan.

“Shhhh, good girls follow the rules.” I whimpered as I clenched around his finger. He added another finger and increased the pace. I felt the familiar knot forming in my stomach. Kai felt I was close, suddenly he withdrew his fingers and slapped my pussy tenderly. “I said you’re not allowed to come yet” a small whine came from my mouth. “Kai..” he chuckled “yes, love? What is it?” I looked at him as he started unzipping his pants. “Why can’t I cum..?” He gave himself few strokes before holding my thighs in his hands pulling me closer, positioning the tip of his dick into my throbbing pussy.

“Because my little princess. (A grunt as he slided into my cunt) it’s called taming. You can’t just go do whatever you want without my permission.” I was about to moan when he covered my mouth with his hand. He started pounding roughly never giving me a chance to adjust. Tears glossed my eyes while he pounded into me roughly. “That’s it, cry for me, show me how much you love my cock.”

Before I could cum he pulled out and flipped me into my stomach starting pounding into my drenched cunt again. A muffled moan escape my mouth as he buried my face into the mattress. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” A spank landed on the right cheek of my ass and his hand quickly soothed the sting I felt.

“Mine, all mine.. so damn pretty, nobody deserves that pussy more than me.” Another spank landed on the left cheek, this time was way harsh so I cried loudly. “Shh shhh, don’t let the others notice how whiny and aroused you are by my cock. I can do it all day all night, my little cum slut.”

“Mhmm.. K-kai… I’m gonna.. c-cum..” Kai increased his pace as he whispered into my ear “Beg me”. I muffled a moan and I pleaded him. This went for about 10 minutes until he gave me permission to cum. As soon as I came he planted his seed inside me. “So fucking pretty. Spread your legs and stick that pretty pussy of yours out” I obeyed and once I arched my back to stick out my cunt he gave it a spank. “Uhh.. whyyy..” I cried from the sudden harshness of his action. “Don’t question your god when he’s taming you.”

He stood up pulling up his pants again. “Stay here I’ll get you something to wear.” He left me in the room trembling and crying out of pain and pleasure. With that our day was over and I got ready to leave. I wish he was more softer with me but who am I to complain? I’m lucky he’s giving me the chance to take his cock.

[rabbits-sin-den]

Gojo x Reader

Summary: Gojo disappears after you say I love you. So you punish him.

Minors: DNI

"Today's the day." I said to myself in the mirror.

It was our two-year anniversary. I'd been anticipating this one because today was going to be the day I said I love you. Neither of us have said it before which meant I would be the one diving into uncharted waters first. I was nervous on principal but based on the fact he's said everything but (mentioned a future together, asked about rings, got terminally jealous anytime someone else looked at me) I felt pretty confident he felt the same way.

I went to dinner and everything went swimmingly. We reminisced. We joked, laughed, and paid for our dinner. When he tried to invite himself into my apartment. I stopped him.

"I have work tomorrow and you don't know the meaning of moderation."

"Just quit already.” he whined.

"It's one more week. I might as well finish it out."

He whined some more and I teased him a bit before I finally took the plunge.

"I love you." I said. "I um....I wanted to make sure I said that."

Silence.

The longer it went on, the more nervous I felt. When I looked up, Satoru was looking away. When I was about to ask what was wrong he took a step back and disappeared. I blinked, dumbfounded. My heart pounded in my chest. As the shock wore off it seeped into anger and sadness. I went inside my house and closed the door, sinking to the ground.

He doesn't love me back.

The next few days were a blur. I was heartbroken. I even looked up new apartments to move into. I couldn't exactly keep him out of my house but I could move. Was it dramatic? Yes. Was I going to give myself the opportunity to just forget what happened and let myself be strung along? No. For the past two days the endless cuddles, kisses and passionate nights plagued me. I was almost happy I could work this week. At the end of Wednesday, my boss walked up to me with an oddly apprehensive expression on his face.

"You don't have to finish out the week." He said.

"Huh?"

"You don't have to finish out the week. Letting you off the hook early since you have two days of PTO accrued."

"Did I...mess up?"

"No. But you look like you need a break." He said.

I mean I guess the "eyes swollen from crying every night" look wasn't awesome to look at every day but he also didn’t care about things like that. So what’s happening?

He cleared his throat, looked meaningfully at my desk before walking away. There wasn’t any arguing it. I didn't want to sit at home and think but I didn't have the energy to go out either. I packed up my stuff and took the train home. When I entered the apartment. There Satoru was, looking relieved to see me. I glared at him.

"Get out."

He blinked in surprise.

"What happened?" He asked.

What happened?? Fuck you dude.

"I'm not interested in this game you're playing." I said while putting down my bag and taking off my jacket.

"What game?"

"The game where you pretend you didn't brush me off when I said I loved you." I seethed. "The game where I pretend that you didn't fucking hurt me."

My voice cracked at the end and I could feel the tears coming.

"I love you too." He said.

Bullshit.

"Too late."

"I...."

I peeked at him and he looked sheepish which wasn't like him. Guess he knew how badly he fucked up.

"I left like that because if I didn't I wasn't going to be able to let you go to work." He said.

I ignored him and looked into the fridge for some leftover comfort food.

"You got off work early for the week right?"

I paused.

"How did you know that?"

"I threatened and bribed your boss."

"...What."

Satoru walked over toward me.

"When you said I love you I...." He walked toward me and trapped me against the counter. "Even now, just thinking about it, I want to..." He got closer and I felt something hard pressing against me. "I want to ruin you for anyone else."

I finally braved a look at his eyes and even though I was pissed there was no mistaking that look. His eyes were dark with hunger and barely restrained possessiveness. There were a couple of nights when I got to see a glimpse of this look. Usually, after someone was a little too flirty with me or a random day where he snapped after not getting enough affection.

"You really hurt me." I said.

"I'm sorry." He said, leaning down and kissing me.

I could tell where this was going so I broke it off.

"How sorry are you?"

"Incredibly."

"Then make it up to me.” I said. “And I decide how you’ll do it.”

If I leave it up to him I’ll wake up with a brand new car and an apartment full of flowers. 

I sent him away while thinking of what could possibly make me forgive him for the past few days of hell he put me through. At first, nothing came to mind because nothing was enough. He seriously broke my heart. But it was also his first serious offense besides the cat thing. The apartment was filled with memories and evidence of his affection. The custom couch for he exclusively bought to cuddle more comfortably. The stolen kisses in the kitchen. The random gifts he’s given over the years.

But I don’t want to get played.

After a lot of deliberation I decided I can forgive this. Not before a little revenge though. I wanted him to suffer but not in a way that hurt him. An idea popped in my head and I smiled and pulled up the computer.

Friday morning when I was in the bath, he knocked on the door. When gave him permission he opened it. Satoru stood there in a maid outfit awaiting my orders. He looked confused but didn't dare complain. I stared at him for a bit before smiling at him. I sat up and turned my back to him.

"Wash my back and massage my shoulders while you're at it."

He walked forward and I held a hand up.

"What do servants say to their masters after an order."

"...Yes Ma'am."

"Good."

He came over and did as he was ordered. He was surprisingly good at what he does. I let myself make satisfied noises, enjoying the way he tensed up after each one.

"Thank you. That's enough. Start cleaning the kitchen and living room."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He left the bathroom and I contemplated what outfit would make this hardest on him. Probably me standing out there naked but I didn't have the guts for that. Plus it would be cold. I got out of the bath, draining it. After several minutes of deliberation, I decided staying in a towel might be best. He glanced at me, stiffened then resumed cleaning while avoiding me. I sat on the living room couch and turned on the TV.

"When you're done, come over here and kneel on the floor."

I didn't leave much for him to clean so within the hour he was in front of me kneeling. I got up and inspected the kitchen. He even got inside the fridge. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure Satoru knew how to clean given his upbringing. I returned to the couch, sat down, and examined him. His skirt was slightly lifted from his half-hard erection.

"You did a good job in the kitchen. So you do have a little common sense."

I pressed my foot onto his cock and he jolted. His body trembled as I slowly put pressure up and down his shaft.

"So what were you thinking on our anniversary?"

"I wasn't." He replied.

"Exactly. You were thinking with this..." I pressed harder and he grunted. "Instead of thinking how that would affect who you're with."

"I'm sorry." He said breathlessly.

His hips started moving and I removed my foot.

"You're not off the hook yet." I said then I held out a vibrator that can be strapped to his dick. "Put this on."

I handed it to him and he glanced at me. He lifted the skirt up, putting it in his mouth, and revealed his unfairly pretty cock. I kept my face impassive as he slid the little ring over his shaft. He looked at me and I clicked the remote. His eyes widened and in his shock, he dropped the skirt, his body tensing up.

"You're going to do my laundry," I said. " And that's staying on till you finish. If you cum that's it." I said.

He nodded and got up. I clicked my teeth and he looked at me, eyes swimming with desire.

"What do you say?"

I could see a wild look building in his eyes.

"Yes master."

I waved him off ignoring how the change in title made me feel. I supervised him while he washed the clothes. It was the most out of control I'd ever seen him. In the middle of movements, I'd increase the intensity, causing his body to jerk. I'd lower it to the lowest volume then rapidly increase it while he was watching the washer. His breathing got heavier as time went on and while the thick tented fabric covered it, I knew he was slick with precum. His hands gripped onto whatever it could like a lifeline. After two hours he was done.

He looked at me, eyes silently begging me for some kind of release.

I picked up one of my underwear from the clean pile and walked over to him. I lifted up his skirt and sure enough, his heavy cock dripped with need. I used the underwear the clean up the mess and then threw it in the washer.

"You've got one more load to do." I said before sitting back where I was.

When the machine got going he walked over to me. I glanced up at him and he bowed his head. I flinched when he dropped to his knees and held my hand.

"I'm sorry for hurting you..." He said softly. "And I want to make it up to you."

He spread my legs slightly.

"May I?"

I was at my limit anyway.

"Sure. At my pace."

I laid down and the second his tongue pressed to my center I gasped. He immediately got to work, running his tongue over my clit and working his fingers in and out. Loud moans rained out of my mouth and I couldn't catch my breath from the onslaught. When I caught a glimpse of his face, the calculated sharpness in his eyes, I realized...I got played.

He got up, towering over me while shoving the vibrating ring further down his cock. He pressed the vibrating piece against my clit causing both of us to curse. His breath was shaky as he rubbed his dick up and down my slit.

"I wanna serve my master." He said with a shaky voice. "Please let me serve you."

You just wanna get off you bastard.

But fuck I wanted to get off too.

I nodded and he immediately inserted himself inside in one swoop. I turned my head to the side as I tried to adjust to the sudden fullness. He moved and I cried out as his cock brushed a spot that made my head spin. He increased the pace, wanton moans filling the air as he got some relief. Every thrust was a shot of pleasure. Loud slaps mixed with our moans as the pleasure started to build. Satoru leaned in, hitting a deeper angle. My back arched as I whined, clenching around him. His tip slammed into that wonderful spot over and over and over.

"Ah-!" I gasped as he slammed down a little harder.

I closed my eyes for a bit and Satoru picked up my hips making me match his pace. My whole body tingled. I was over the moon. I glanced between us and all I could see was a filthy mess. I was in love.

"No one else..." He said with a shaky breath. "I'll make sure of it..."

"Sa-..I-I'm-!"

"Come on my cock, master." He commanded in a guttural tone.

The tension snapped and I threw my head back as I came. My body twitched as he kept fucking me through my orgasm. He never let up, not for a second. His hips stuttered as he came inside me, thrusting deep inside with a victorious look. When he calmed down, he poorly feigned innocence.

"Oh no. I came without your permission." He said, using my finger to press down on the remote.

He was still inside me so both of us jumped from the vibrations. His body shivered as a blissed out look went over his face. He looked down, a sinister smile was on full display as he slowly started thrusting again.

"Looks like you'll have to punish me."

I shuddered and twitched every time the vibrator at the end of his cock brushed my clit. Even though it was too much, I couldn’t bring myself to push him off. Through the intense sensitivity the pleasure started to build again.

“You should’ve been turned into a snake.” I stuttered out.

He caressed my cheek.

“I love you too. I meant that.” He said softly.

”I’m not saying it back until I forgive you.” I pouted.

”I’m willing to put in the work.” He smiled.

The laundry machine beeped, making both of us jump. “Start by hanging up the underwear.” I said finally.

He kissed me on the cheek, looking at me fondly before getting up.

“Yes ma’am.”

[tmwcs]

Random Thought!

When I see this…

****note, this was the original draft for MGR/MRE/and HHP, but I opted to go with what I published…but I should still share this with y’all.****

MDNI 18+ content below.

You and your best friend decide to hang out with her boyfriend, Ethan, and his crew. Everyone decided to go to a panic house, and you reluctantly agreed.

You’ve met Ethan on and off, usually when he came by to pick up his girl, who not only was your best friend, but also your college dorm roommate. You never thought too much into his unusual habits of remaining silent, staring at you, and slashing dashing smirks whenever you both made eye contact. To you, you merely thought he was just being friendly.

Everyone meets up at the panic house, an abandoned mansion belonging to the owner, who ran the haunted panic theme event. Each and everyone was blindfolded and lined up; the creepy laughter of a psychotic clown could be heard echoing in the halls as your palms grip your best friends shoulders. The staff led everyone to a room, fitting you all in pairs, and in the most absurd areas such as cages, blank rooms, or in your case, a large wooden box, chained up with a lock that can only be detached with a hidden key that laid in one of the rooms that your roommate and her partner had to find.

The wooden container had holes lining the top of the lid; you could feel the grooves of the craftsmanship as you remained blindfold, feeling your partner laying behind. The voice in the intercom announces that everyone could remove their blindfolds, and lord and behold, you were in coffin with Ethan practically spooning you.

From the room next door, you both vaguely hear your roommate/bestie calling out, asking if you were okay.

“I’m fine. Ethan and I are both locked in a box.”

As it turned out, the first pair had to find a way to release the second pair, followed by releasing the third pair, your roommate, before finding the key to unlock the chains that trapped you and Ethan. Looks like you’ll both be chilling out for a while, which was absolutely fine in Ethan’s book. You never realized, but Ethan was head over heels in love with you, and for him to be laying next to you, with your body wearing that pretty little sundress with the tie lace front that kept your breasts somewhat pushed together, and those black thigh socks that added more sex appeal. Could anyone blame him for testing the waters?

You felt his fingers dance along your outer thigh as you both laid on your left sides. You did your best to pretend that you didn’t notice, until they made their way under the mini hem of your dress. “Ethan!—“

His other hand shoots up and gently covers your mouth, his thumb petting the corner of your cheek as it extends upwards, swiping over your soft skin. He continues to fondle with your panties, pulling them, ripping them during the tug as he shifts out his rather large member. You didn’t see it, but from what you could feel on your derrière, he was quite big. He slowly feeds himself inside, inch by inch, and fills you. Surprising enough, you indulged the feeling, it felt so good…too good.

You gasp, moan, and whimper against his palm, while he still trapped your mouth with his hand to quiet you as best he could. But all you wanted to do was scream out and beg him to keep stuffing you.

Once he was fully in, he lets out a deep growl, groaning as he curses. “Fuuuuuuuck….fuck you feel good.”

He lifts your thigh up and back over his hip, hugging your waist while gently grabbing hold of your throat, allowing you to breathe out your panting moans as he picks up the pace and thrusts faster, harder, and deeper. So deep, the tip punches your soft spot, causing you to gush out each time he tapped it, glazing his throbbing cock as he thrusts, and pounds into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your taint was all you hear as your mind went dizzy with sinful passion. Now you understood why your roommate could be heard screaming from out in the parking lot.

Fucking you, he unties your front lace, allowing your bouncing breasts to pop out as he caressed them tenderly. His arm that hugged your waist dips down, gently circulating the tip of his fingers on your sensitive clit.

“Please! Oh God please…..you’re so big…this is wrong! Ethan this is so wrong.” Your words came out melodic with the sound of passion and yearning, contrary to their meaning, you didn’t want him to stop. You continued to whimper out, only fueling his desire for you. “Too good….it feels too good.”

“Yeah pretty? Am I fucking you really good? Fuck….I’ve wanted you for so long, I was going to go crazy if I had to fuck anyone else, and only imagine it was you.”

His confession. The man wanted you, needed you….desired no one but you. All this time, having dating and pretending to love your best friend, imagining it was you instead, it was torture. To be in love with someone that was so close, hey so far out of reach….he couldn’t take it anymore. Increasing the pace of his thrusts, he goes in deeper, causing the mixture of your juices and his shifting motion to cream around the circumference of his cock.

“Please! Ethan! Im going to cum….oh my God pl-please don’t stop…” you reach up and palm the back of his neck as he sucks on your ear. Your finger rings and runs through the lengthen strands that rests against his nape, how could you overlook his hints? You didn’t want it to end, but found yourself in confusion and turmoil as you tried to be loyal to your friend. “Please Ethan…we can’t…oh fuck….we can’t! Please….please don’t…”

“Tell you what, my pretty little thing….” He continues to hasten his thrust, going deeper as he goes faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy, twitching and throbbing each time he pumps into you. He was close. “If you can say my other name…I’ll stop…”

His other name? What was his other name? Was it his birth name? There are so many Korean names, where will you begin in trying to guess the correct one? It was futile. You begged instead. “Ethan please!”

Big mistake.

“You got three seconds baby.” He groans as he goes faster and faster.

“Ethan!!”

“Fuck baby…I’m cumming!” His cock pulsates and throbs as he shoves it deep, the hot strings of thick, white seeds swim and plants inside you, fertilizing you with his own DNA…making you one with him. You breathe out, moaning in pleasure as you gushed out, trembling from the intense orgasm as he remained inside, slowly thrusting in and out. He hugs you and you caressed his arms, not caring about anything. All you want, was him.

“Ethan…”

“Wrong name baby, it’s Heeseung. Hee-se-ung.” Thrusting deeply, you yelp from him gently tapping your soft spot, which was now stained with his children.

“Hee-Heeseung…”

“Very good, pretty baby.”

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[forever-rogue]

As it Goes

AN | No one, absolutely no one, asked for this but my mind said yes. So here we are here - a collection of moments, or rather, how you met and fell in love with Spider-Man 🥰❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 4.2k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was a quiet winter evening in New York City. As quiet as it came among the traffic, sirens, and people anyway. You should have been inside, but you couldn’t find yourself able to stay in your apartment, opting instead to get some fresh air on the rooftop. You’d brought along a book, blanket, and some snacks before making your way up to the little hideaway you and a few neighbors had created. 

After you’d turned on the fairy lights and settled down, you opened your book and made it through approximately one chapter before you were interrupted; interrupted being put lightly. Out of nowhere, you heard a loud scream, followed by some sort of crash, accompanied by a few loud groans and moans. Your book had flown out of your hand at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly became the last thing on your mind as you jumped up and went to see what had happened.

The last thing you’d ever expected to see was suddenly laid out in front of you. There he was, your friendly neighborhood spiderman, lying on the rooftop of your building, clutching his side as he tried to catch his breath.

“S-spider-man?” the big white eyes of his mask met yours, and the two of you stared at each for a few long, tense moments. You weren’t quite sure what to say - did you offer him help, pretend you never saw him, or…? Instead, all rational thoughts left your mind and you laughed nervously (a wicked habit of yours), “y-you look taller on TV.”

“I…what?” the big white eyes narrowed in confusion as you mentally facepalmed yourself. 

“You just look b-bigger on TV,” you stammered, “I just…I dunno. I guess the camera really does add ten pounds?”

You were absolutely going to superglue your mouth shut…this word vomit was going to be the death of you. What you didn’t see was the giant, soft smile on the face under the mask, “I’m just a person. Is that not enough?”

“No! No, no, absolutely…I just meant…,” you waved your hands around, attempting not to insult New York’s favorite superhero, “I just…superheroes and all that…you know what? I’m just going to shut up and maybe throw myself off the building.”

“No use,” he said nonchalantly, a teasing lilt to his voice, “I’d catch you way before you could squish on the ground.”

“What if I asked you not to?”

“No can do,” he laughed before groaning again as he clutched at his side, “I can’t let just a valued citizen plunge to their death just because they’re nervous.”

“I’m not…nervous,” you squeaked softly, embarrassed by how easily he managed to call you out, “umm…are you alright? You’re hurt.”

You were at his side and on your knees without a second thought. He watched you intently, but he didn’t stop you. He picked up on how rapidly your heart was beating, and he could practically feel the adrenaline rolling off of you. You reached a shaky hand out towards him, moving his arm out of the way to assess the damage. There was a gash in the suit at his side, pale skin exposed along with a gnarly looking wound. A small sound of distress escaped your lips but he quickly sat up and shook his head in an attempt to soothe your worries, “it’s okay - you should see the other guy.”

“I’m not too concerned about the other guy right now,” you insisted, “was this from a knife?”

“It wasn’t a big knife,” he shrugged softly, amused by the intense look on your face, “it’ll be okay - I have fast regenerative skills. It’ll be healed by the morning.”

“But does it hurt now?” you sat back and plopped down on the cold ground next to him. He encountered so many strangers almost every day, but none had been like you. He could tell that your kindness and concern was genuine…something that had become a bit of rarity. Most people just wanted to spend a moment to say they met Spider-Man. You grabbed his jaw, your touch firm but gentle as you attempted to look him over as if you could see through the mask, “I could go and get some painkillers? I’ve got some strong stuff left from when I had my wisdom teeth out! Or does that…not work for you?”

“It works,” he promised quickly, trying to keep himself calm at the way your touch seemed to send electric shivers throughout his body, despite the fact that you weren’t even touching his skin, “but I’ll be okay. Promise.”

“Pinky?” you held up your pinky finger to him and he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. He obliged your little request as he held up his own pinky and wrapped it around yours.

“Pinky promise,” he insisted.

“Good,” you insisted, “that means you can’t ever lie to me, you know. You can’t break a pinky promise or there will be consequences - even for Spider-Man.”

“I wouldn’t want that to happen,” oh. He liked you. A lot. Probably too much for a virtual stranger he’d just met. He sat up fully, taking a moment to steady himself before rising to his feet. Okay, maybe he did look taller standing up… “you should get inside…it’s late and cold out here. Might end up meeting some weird, random, bleeding men.”

Your eyes widened for a moment before you reached over and touched his arm gently, “will I see you again?”

Your question was so shy and tentative that it almost had him whipping off the mask to kiss you right then and there. But he refrained and controlled himself. Instead, he reached over and settled his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “yes. Pinky promise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Several long and painstaking weeks passed before you saw him again. Twenty-five days if you were being exact. Not that you were counting or anything. 

It happened late one night as you were leaving the bodega with a huge bagful of groceries after a long day of work at the coffee shop you managed. The big bag was stuffed to the brim and you clutched it to your chest, almost obscuring your vision as you walked to your apartment building.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary or different until you heard a soft thwip somewhere behind you….and then a soft landing of feet on concrete. And yet, still, you didn’t think anything of it. Not until - 

“Hello there!” 

“Fuck!” you almost dropped the bag in surprise at the sudden appearance of him. You stopped, set down your bag at your feet, before clutching at your chest. 

“I believe the proper response is General Kenobi,” you could practically hear the amusement in his voice as you waved him off, “but I’ll let it slide ‘cause I scared you so much.”

“Spider-Man’s a nerd,” you huffed, slowly catching your breath, “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you appear out of nowhere and give me a heart attack.” 

“I’ll make myself louder next time,” he bent over and grabbed the bag effortlessly as you raised an eyebrow, “let me walk you home?”

“Is that part of your good Samaritan duties?” but you didn’t stop him, instead running a few steps to catch up with his long strides. You weren’t going to question how easily he remembered the building you lived in. Maybe that was all part of his Spidey powers too, “surely Spider-Man’s too busy for a peasant like myself.”

“I prefer to think of them as friendly neighborhood deeds,” he slowed his stride so you could catch up with him, “and no. There’s no other pressing matters to attend to.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you walked next to each other. Every once in a while, his hand would brush against yours, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if you took it and held it. 

“I, umm…I missed you,” your confession, soft and ardent, was almost inaudible. But not to him; he heard it loud and clear. 

“I missed you too,” he  turned to look at you, and you had to look away, biting your lip softly, “twenty-five days was too long.”

He’d been counting too.

When you reached your building, he walked with you up the steps to the front door, and the two of you stared at each other for a few moments, you bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet, “do you wanna come inside? I…you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought that maybe…it’s silly, probably. I don’t think Spider-Man does house calls or whatever. I was just thinking that maybe we could watch a movie or something? I-I have all the streaming stuff a-and all the Star Wars movies. I’m making a fool of myself again, please just put me out of my misery and toss me down the stairs.”

“Nope,” he pronounced happily as you groaned, “I think it’s cute-”

“End me now-”

“And I’d love to watch a movie,” he insisted, “whatever suits your fancy.” 

“Really?” you’d hidden your face in your hands but tentatively allowed yourself a peek at him

“Really.”

“You’re carrying the groceries upstairs.”

“I’m sure there’s an elevator.”

“It’s out of service at the moment.”

He groaned dramatically, as you beamed at him; both of you were aware of the fact that it would be an easy endeavor for him. You opened the door and led the way, Spider-Man following closely behind.

What a strange day it had suddenly turned into. Not that you were complaining, of course.

And neither was he.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He ended up occupying way more of your thoughts than should have been legal. It was a good thing that people couldn’t read minds, or surely you’d be thrown straight into the loony bin for the constant string of thoughts. 

Spider-Man, whose real name you still did not know, had become somewhat of a chaotic constant in your life. He made an appearance as often as he could; sometimes tapping away at your window late at night, finding you as you left work, popping up as you went about the city. You wondered if this was the sort of….bond was something he had with a lot of people. You felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach as you realized just how strong your feelings were growing. 

You were getting to know him, as much as he would divulge anyway; he always made sure to keep just a little bit of distance between the two of you. Safer, he insisted, if you didn’t fully know who he was. You still couldn’t help but want the rest of it, the rest of him. You just weren’t able to tell him that. 

“That sauce smells delicious,” he’d slid in through your open window and made himself at home as you worked in the kitchen. He padded towards you and leaned against the counter, “let me guess, an old world family recipe that’s been secretly handed down for generations?”

“You have such faith in me, Spidey,” you were grinning; it was easy to do that around him, “but, alas, this is a recipe I found on Pinterest. Hopefully it’ll still be decent.”

“It will,” you liked the warmth he brought in your apartment, “my spidey senses can feel it.”

“I know you can’t eat with me…” you gestured to the mask, “but I could pack you some to take with you? Or…we could sit back to back or in the dark? I-I promise I won’t look. I just think it’d be nice, ya know?”

He hesitated for a moment as you tried to hide the way your face fell. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to - fuck, he wanted to. And he trusted you, almost more than anything or anyone else. The main thing was that he wanted to keep you safe…and he was convinced that one would lead to another and you’d be in danger. He wouldn't - couldn’t - do that. 

“I’d like that,” he agreed and that breathtaking smile was back on your face, “back to back, maybe. I trust you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised softly. You turned back to finishing the sauce and adding pasta to the boiling water. He watched you for a moment, his limbs and every part of his body filled with affection. It was then that he knew what he wanted, nay needed to do, “my name is Peter.”

Your eyes flicked to his immediately, and you liked to think that he was looking back at you just the same way. A smile tugged up the corners of your mouth, “Peter.”

“Peter Parker,” he didn’t hesitate and that made both of you realize that something had shifted. 

“Peter Parker,” you repeated softly, and he decided that there was no sweeter sound, “it’s nice to meet you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, honey.”

You'd fallen in love with him. You didn't even know what he looked like. And yet he was the man that easy and effortlessly made his place in your heart.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Things changed after that night; slowly the little bit of remaining layers of mystery between the two of you dissolved. At first Peter had been nervous, wondering at every step of the way if he should be doing this. But he knew he wanted this - wanted you - and although there was always a bit of worry and fear in his heart, he knew he couldn’t let it control the rest of his life. He was allowed to be happy, to want good things for himself, to want to love you and let himself be loved by you.

Slowly he stopped being Spider-Man and started becoming Peter to you. 

It happened one night as you fell asleep on the couch next to him, your head resting on his chest. His arm was around your shoulder and he started paying more attention to you than the movie that was playing in the background. He’d picked the movie, but couldn’t care less about that now. 

“I can feel you staring,” you whispered softly which brought an instant smile to his face, “Pete.”

“You’re really pretty,” he whispered, anything remaining caution thrown out the window, “really, really pretty.”

“I bet you are too,” you mumbled, already sinking back into sleep, “maybe one day I can see.”

Yeah. He hoped so too.

“Can I kiss you?” he couldn’t help himself; he had to know how soft your plush lips were, how they felt against his. He could see you squeezing your eyes shut tighter, and he appreciated the effort, “please?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded lightly. You were always precious to him, cute and funny beyond what he believed should be legally allowed, but there was something about your sleepy form cuddled into him that made him feel some type of way, “eyes are tightly shut, Pete.”

He hesitated for a moment before he pulled up the mask, revealing the lower half of his face. He shuffled you around slightly so he could tilt his face down and capture yours in a soft kiss. At first you were sure you were dreaming, but when you felt him stop, sigh softly, before he kissed you again. There was a soft smile on your face as you felt him brush his thumb along your lower lip. With a bit of reluctance, he pulled the mask back down. 

You yawned softly before deciding to just listen to your heart for once instead of the chaos of your brain, and crawled into his lap, resting against his chest and burying your face into his neck. You could feel him stiffen for a moment before he laid his hand on top of yours, his arms tightened their hold you.

“I hope you kiss me again, Pete,” you whispered sleepily, causing his heart to beat so fast that he was surprised it didn’t burst through his ribcage, “‘s nice.”

“I will,” he promised, already addicted to how you felt and tasted, “pinky promise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late night at night and you were fast asleep, tucked under the covers and snoring softly. Peter almost felt bad about waking you up, but he was hurting…badly. He knew realistically that he didn’t need your assistance, that his wounds would ache but heal on their own. But he also knew that he needed you. As soon as he’d been injured all he could think about was crawling home to you. 

He tapped the window gently, almost as if he didn’t really want you to wake up. He could just stay on your fire escape and wait it all out, but then he ran the risk of someone seeing him and tying the two of you together. But you deserved to rest and -

“Pete?” your eyes were bleary as you blinked at him. He tilted his head to the side and you knew that under the mask there was an apologetic smile on his face. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and looked at him again; that’s when you noticed the rips in his suit across his abdomen and chest, “Peter.”

You threw open the window, suddenly wide awake as you took his hand and pulled him inside as delicately as you could. He grimaced slightly as his feet hit the ground, “I didn’t want to wake you up, I’m sorry.”

“You’re hurt,” it came out like a pathetic whimper as you dragged him to the bathroom. You kept a well stocked first aid in there these days; luckily this was the first time you’d had to use it. You pointed to the edge, motioning for him to sit. He knew better than to argue with you and complied, sighing lightly, “you poor thing. I…let me take care of you.”

“You don’t have to,” he insisted meekly, but you weren’t about to listen to him, having instead grabbed a clean rag and antiseptic to clean the gashes that looked red and angry, “I jus’ wanted to see you.”

“Pete,” your voice cracked as you refused to look at his face. You didn’t want him to see that you were actually tearing up. The idea that something could have happened to him made your insides churn. You couldn’t imagine a life without Peter, and while you knew that being Spider-Man was dangerous at times, you detested the idea that something worse could happen to him. But in the moment you didn’t want him to see you have a breakdown so you did what you always did when you grew nervous - you rambled, “y-you inspired me, you know.”

“I did?” there was nothing but affection and fondness in his tone, “how so?”

“By being Spider-Man,” you slowly started to wrap one of the gashes, “y-you always help others, so I wanted to do the same. And I can’t be a superhero so I did what I could think of - I signed up to volunteer at the FEAST center. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“Yes,” he was already in love with you, he knew that much, but he was pretty sure he’d just fallen harder. Of course he knew FEAST; his aunt May was one of the main people behind the center. Peter often volunteered there too when time allowed, “that’s…wonderful and kind of you. They could always use more help.”

“Mhmm,” you dabbed some ointment onto one of the other gashes, “I talked to this super nice woman, May, there and she got me all set. They all seemed super nice there; said her nephew and his friends volunteered there too.”

“I think that’s wonderful of you,” he could hear you sniffle, and caught your hand and stopped what you were doing. You made a small sound of surprise as he turned your face up to his; you knew that he would see the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “what’s wrong, honey?”

“I just…I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, Peter,” you almost felt pathetic, but it was the truth. You both knew that much, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Nothing will happen,” he promised softly, wiping away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “I swear it. I’ll always drag myself back to you.”

“Promise?” you asked and he nodded, already ahead of you as he held up his hand, pinky outstretched.

“Pinky,” he whispered, “and you can’t break a pinky promise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been almost four days since you’d seen Peter. If you were being totally honest, it fucking sucked. He’d become such a constant presence in your day-to-day life that it was painstakingly obvious when he wasn’t there. And it wasn’t like you could just call or text him; there was still that little bit of barrier left and sometimes you wondered where your relationship with him was headed. But you loved him, and he loved you, the rest would work itself out. 

And to his credit, Peter did say that he had to go out of town for a bit. You just weren’t sure how long that bit was. But…Peter hadn’t been totally honest. He’d actually been there, home in Queens, trying to figure out how he was going to introduce himself to you. As Peter, not Spider-Man or anything else. Maybe it was risky, involving you in every aspect of his life, but he didn’t care. He needed you like he needed air; he knew that fear couldn’t control him forever. Needless to say, he’d been having a mental breakdown figuring this all out. 

But that didn’t take away the fact that you missed him terribly. On top of that the coffee shop was incredibly slow today and that allowed your mind to wander. All back to him of course. You tried to busy yourself with scrubbing every bit of the counter in order to provide some relief from your incessant thoughts. You were almost annoyed when you heard someone approach the counter and clear their throat.

“Hi,” the pretty boy, the handsome man, across the counter looked at you with a smile that made your knees weak. You hadn’t seen him before - not like this - but you knew who he was immediately. Part of you wanted to jump over the counter to tackle him and shower him with affection, but the other part of you was nervous. This would change everything, a little fact that you were both well aware of.

“Peter,” you breathed out his name and he was sure that he’d never heard anything sweeter. He could only hope that the rest of his days were filled with getting to hear his name drip like golden honey from your lips, “it’s you.”

“It’s me,” he confirmed, an anxious little smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. It seemed like things suddenly slowed down and it was only the two of you. It felt like it was one of those cheesy rom-coms that you secretly loved so much. You stopped what you were doing, tossed the rag behind you before running around the counter and jumping into his arms. Peter was so in tune with you, that he knew what was happening before it manifested, and he easily caught you in his arms as he spun you around. 

“Peter,” you looked at him for a moment before you kissed him. It wasn’t so much a proper kiss as it was you crashing your lips onto his, messy but saccharine, both of you needing to finally feel each other like this. When you pulled back, you were both grinning at each other like lovesick fools. He set you down, beaming at you before taking your face in his large hands and kissing you softly. You could get lost in him so easily, and you were definitely ready for a lifetime of his kisses. 

Reality - the fact that you were in the middle of the coffee shop, during the tailed of your shift - set in when the few customers inside started to clap and cheer for the two of you. Your face warmed up and Peter’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pastel pink as you looked at each other shyly.

“Can I take you out?” he asked breathlessly as you nodded before he even finished the question, “tonight?”

“Yes,” you whispered softly, “please. I’ve got about fifteen minutes left, so I’ll just clean up real quick and then we can go.”

“Sounds perfect,” he nodded and you turned to go behind the counter, but he quickly stopped you, long, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist. He pulled you back to him and kissed you again, practically stealing the breath from your lungs and every coherent thought that remained. He gave you a shy smile, “sorry, honey, I had to.”

“Don’t ever stop, Peter.”

“I don’t plan on it.”

[cakerybakery]

“I never loved you.”

Lucifer was taken aback. He and Adam had been arguing about Eden and blaming each other for all the things that went wrong. Where had that come from?

Adam screwed up his face and stormed out.

“What the fuck was that?” Lucifer wasn’t going to let this go. Something about it bothered him. He never expected Adam to love him. Why would it upset him if Adam didn’t love him? Why would Adam say that?

There’s one place Lucifer knew Adam always hid in hell when he needed to get away.

Where everything started. When Eden was corrupted, Adam and Eve weren’t expelled just for disobedience, they were exiled to be saved. Eden had fallen along with Lucifer and Lilith.

When the ground shook, the animals fled Eden to save themselves, but some were caught in the fall. Evil infected them, turned them feral or made them demons. Monster sprang where their blood spilled and they devoured the fruit from tree of knowledge and gaining intelligence. They had become dangerous.

The tree was dead but it would not rot away. Lucifer needed to hide the tree and its putrid fruit to put a stop to the growing hoard of intelligent demons.

In a vain hope that it could be revived, and perhaps heaven would find mercy for Lilith at least, Lucifer had sought out any sort of holy light for it to sprout in but had found only one single ray in all of hell.

So he moved the tree there but to no avail. The tree and the garden never recovered.

Adam had been drawn to it from the start, as Lilith had been.

Lilith would climb the branches and settle into a crook of the wood and bask in the light. The same place Adam would hide.

They both said the same thing, they needed to feel the warmth, to hear heaven. It made them feel better.

Lucifer made his way to the garden, down the narrow path and through caverns to a sinkhole that contained the remnants of the garden. He reached for the dead plants and they turned to dust at his touch. Flowers, faded and brittle, cracked in his wake.

A single streak of holy light fell down through the red sky and smog and nestled in the top of the tree.

Branch by branch, Lucifer climbed. The tree was too thick for him to fly up and get to the hidden spot. Only that single beam of light made it through.

He had to climb a bit higher than the crook to get into it. So when he got up to the spot he was looking down at Adam.

“Fuck off.” Adam’s words held no venom to them and Lucifer slid down into the space.

It was tight. Lilith had fit nicely into it but Adam had a good fifty pound on her, adding in Lucifer and they had gotten a little wedged in. Lucifer wasn’t worried, he could teleport, but it kept Adam from being able to take off.

Lucifer has slid himself down so he was between Adam’s pulled up knees and chest. Even in Adam’s lap, Lucifer had to marvel at their height difference. Adam was still half a head taller than him and he was sitting suspended a bit between Adam’s thighs and gut. He wiggled his legs on either side of Adam’s waist to get a little more comfortable. Grinning, he looked up into Adam’s aghast face.

“Wha-wha-what the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable. I want to know what the fuck that was about at the hotel.”

“What is fucking wrong with you?!? Get out of my lap, asshole.”

“So you can take off again? Yeah, no.”

Adam tried pushing Lucifer up and off him but hooked his feet under Adam ass and wedged himself down farther. And realized why Adam wanted Lucifer off his lap.

He could work with this.

Lucifer pretended he couldn’t tell Adam’s hard dick was pressed against his ass and leaned against Adam’s chest.

“You want me to get off you?” Lucifer shifted to wiggle a little more. “Then tell me what that was about.”

“Nothing. It wasn’t fucking anything. Get fucked, asshole.”

‘Now that’s an interesting choice of words, Adam.’

“You brought it up.” He shifted again and watched Adam’s face.

How he muttered, “shit,” under his breath, how hard his breathing got, Lucifer could feel Adam’s heart racing under his hands. Lucifer was sure he had his answer without ever needing Adam to vocalize it.

Adam wore a mask to hide his face and his feelings because he had no poker face. He was nearly as red as the sky and wouldn’t met Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer took Adam’s face in his hands, sat up, and kissed him. The hands that had tried to push him off now held him close.

Pulling back he asked, “did you love me in Eden?”

“I did.”

“Hmm.” Lucifer kissed him again, perhaps too enthusiastically. His tongue swept into Adam mouth and he gagged.

Adam pulled away and started coughing and gagging off to the side. Lucifer patted his back. He didn’t think Adam’s gag reflex was that strong. It didn’t bode well for what Adam could do in bed, but Lucifer could figure something out.

He rubbed Adam’s back some more until finally Adam spit out a chunk onto the tree.

Lucifer stared at it. Sticking out of the apple piece was a seed.

“You-you didn’t happen to have an apple for breakfast, did you?”

“I’ve only ever eaten one apple in my fucking life.”

Lucifer pulled the seed out and held it into the light. In his hand it sprouted. Growing larger by the second it began to crowd them and Lucifer teleported them out of the tree and onto the ancient dried prairie grasses that no longer existed on Earth. Driven to extinction by humans.

They watched as from the tree roots, branches, and bright green leaves burst out of the dry dead wood. In the aftermath a beautiful new tree stood. Everything it touched turned green, the ray of light spread and so did the green. Lucifer jumped as fat cold raindrops fell for the first time. No acid, no danger, just rain.

He and Adam ran for the cover of the tree as the heavens broke and it poured.

Adam laughed. “This is fucking insane.” His voice was a little higher than it had been, more like how he sounded in Eden. He grabbed Lucifer and kissed him.

Lucifer didn’t know what Eden coming back, what the tree regrowing, would mean for hell or heaven or even Earth. But as Adam kissed him until they lay in the grass, as the rain fell, and the sounds of insects returned, Lucifer didn’t care. Adam could have been his Eden once, had he paid attention. Like the garden, Lucifer was being given another chance, and he was going to take it.

[verifiefangirl]

Saints and Sins

Gwyn couldn't help the appreciative sigh that left her lips at the sight of the Shadowsinger sprawled across the settee in the House Of Winds. It was technically girls night and her, along with Nesta and Emerie, were all huddled in their own little corner with an array of candles surrounding them and filthy smut books that could make a grown warrior blush. 

The house made sure nothing was spared. They had spiced meats on a platter, cheese, olives and more chocolate cake than was humanly possible for one person to consume but her attention had kept drifting towards the dark haired Illyrian all night. 

Should she have had any self control, she would have looked away 30 seconds ago but her eyes kept drifting over his form. The way those delicate wings were tucked in tight, the stretch of his black tunic across his chest. The way he had loosened some of the buttons after a long day revealed a hint of his brown chest and those swirling tattoos. 

She gnawed at her bottom lip. Her mouth went dry as she watched those fingers leaf through stacks of paper, filling the air with a soft rustling. The same fingers that corrected her form every day and helped secure her grip on various weapons. Those hands which were large, sure, confident and calloused with years of missions. Those hands that saved her that day with Hybern’s soldiers. 

She knew that entertaining such thoughts about the spymaster would lead nowhere good, especially since she had caught on that he harboured feelings for another but the more time they spent together with their private lessons, the harder it was to deny just how breathtaking the male was. 

Seeing him made her curious about other things. Things she only thought about when she was alone in her dorm, away from the other acolytes. Like how far down those Illyrian markings went and how she yearned to trace them with her fingers. How solid his body might feel as she sat atop of him while she explored the expanse of his golden skin. How those hands might grip her hips to steady her and how soft and molten those eyes might turn as he gazed at her. 

Did his voice sound deep and gravelling after waking and was his panting the same as in training when he finished a set with Cassian as it was after he made love. 

She crossed her legs tighter as she felt a dull ache start to form at her centre and it was Emeries snickering that had her snapping to attention. 

“Your smut is that good, huh?” She enquired. Gywn loosed a breath, having evaded being caught oggling at Azriel. A blush rose to her cheeks as she realised her friend could not doubt scent her arousal. 

“O-Oh, yes it's very good.” Her voice sounded strained and breathy, even to her. It was Nesta who giggled and pulled her own book to her mouth as she fixed her attention on Gwyn. 

“I shall have to read that one next.” Nesta grinned fiendishly.

Gwyn tried to calm the storm brewing in her heart and cheeks.

“You can have it as soon as I’m done.” She vowed and that was that, it seemed, as her friends attention slowly turned back to their stories but her eyes passed over the Shadowsinger again. His inky hair was the most disheveled she’d seen it. The locks falling into his eyes and curling at his ears. It practically made him look boyish. It seemed he had a lot on his plate. 

As if he had finally sensed her attention, his eyes clashed with hers and she couldn’t help the guilty look that overcame her features as she quickly jerked her book back up and pretended to be scanning the text again. She could feel his stare burning holes. That and his brave, little shadow that was weaving through her fingers excitedly as she held the cover to her face.

She lowered the book again after what felt like an hour, only to find Azriel quirking his brow up in question at her and a faint smirk pulling at those inviting lips. 

Her heart pounded violently. It was a surprise that it didn’t just fly right out of her chest. She forced herself to glower at him which only made a full grin bloom across his face. Oh he was so infuriating. He probably had girls falling over their feet at that smile. She huffed and settled in further on the couch with annoyance. If her eyes could speak they would be telling the Spymaster to ‘eat dirt’ 

As if he could hear her thoughts, he lifted his tumbler full of whisky in response before bringing it up to his laughing mouth and taking a sip. His hazel eyes crinkled at the corner and shone with playfulness. As if to respond. You first. 

Her toes curled in her fluffy pink socks and she unconsciously slammed her book so loudly that both ladies yelped and started in their seats. Her face was no longer a soft pink but a raging red with embarrassment. They noted what had caught her attention and the conviving little, Illyrian was scanning his report like nothing had happened, making her look crazy. His posture relaxed as ever but it was only the slightlest hint of twitching at corner of that mouth that said ‘I win’ 

Nesta gave her a concerned look. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Azriel’s breathing is so loud and obnoxious, is it not? I can hardly concentrate.” She blurted the first thing she could think of. A heavy silence filled the room for a second before Emerie burst into laughter, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. 

“What?!” She spluttered in between her fits. 

Azriel seemed to pursing his lips to hold back his own.

Nesta’s brows bunched together in thought as she surveyed Gywn as if she was seeing something she hadn’t before.

Her eyes were shooting daggers as Azriel sauntered over to their corner. 

“My apologies ladies. I didn’t realise my presence was so obnoxious.” His tone basically biting back a chuckle. Oh how she wanted to throttle him now. How had she let him get the upperhand in this game of theirs. He sketched a bow. 

“I’ll head to my quarters so you can enjoy your….” this time he did chuckle as he surveyed those half naked males on the covers of their novels. “Reading…” 

To her surprise before she could snark a retort Nesta beat her to it.

“Keep your opinions to yourself, Az.” 

“I didn’t say a word.” 

“You didn’t have to.” Emerie grinned, pointedly looking at his rustling wings behind him. 

Azriel clasped his hands behind his back and only smiled wider. Nesta stared at him like she’d never seen him before. 

He shrugged in farewell as he set off down the hallway but before he turned the corner he drawled over his shoulder without looking back. 

“The best book by Sellyn Drake is Smoky peaks and a warriors bed.”  

Gwyn blinked, her stunned face was echoed throughout the room and then they were in uproar at the seemingly polite and quiet spymaster reading filthy romances. The cackling was endless as Azriel got in the last word. 

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Congrats on 1k! I'd love a little missing scene fic between 2x04 and 2x05 where Stede gives some much-needed TLC to Ed and all of his mutiny-sustained injuries during his first night back on the Revenge 🥺

YES this is my NICHE!! Get absolutely cared for and cherished Ed!

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 1k word fic!

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Ed had a thousand half-baked plans swirling through his mind as they rowed back to the Revenge.

He didn’t think Stede understood just how badly the crew would surely want him to stay gone. Ed’s current top idea for their best strategy was to pretend that he had become stricken with malaria. He’d also once met a guy who claimed to have been able to cry blood on command, and he was hoping that maybe he could do that, if it came down to it.

Fuck, but he was tired.

He’d had a hell of a day, was the thing, and he’d kind of been relying on staying moving or otherwise letting himself just drift along, and now that he had to sit still, and it was getting dark and quiet, everything was starting to rush in.

His head was pounding, and it hurt so badly he could feel it in his teeth. His split lip stung. His arm had kept getting sorer, until now he really didn’t want to move it. If he had been lucky enough to avoid a couple broken ribs, they were sure as shit bruised.

Point was: he felt like warmed over shit, and he was beginning to suspect from Stede’s increasingly worried glances that he might’ve noticed.

Fortunately, all his planning turned out to be useless.

As they pulled alongside the ship, Olu’s face popped up over the side. “Fucking finally,” he said. “What’s taken you so long?”

“Well, we stopped by an antique shop for dinner, which burned down,” Stede filled him in, reaching out to steady the ladder Olu threw over the side, “and then Buttons turned into a bird.”

“Ed with you?”

Stede pursed his lips, looking at Ed over his shoulder. “Yes, he actually-”

“Jim says they want you to lock the cabin door tonight,” Olu said. “As a precaution.”

Olu’s head disappeared, and Ed just stared up open-mouthed. “Huh. Thought that’d be harder.”

“Well, I had a feeling.” Stede held the ladder steady, motioning for Ed to go first. “C’mon.”

Ed would never know how Stede managed to get him up the ladder, because the second he put his foot on it, the world went spinning away, and suddenly the sky was on the ground, and that certainly wasn’t good.

The next thing he knew, he was laying on the deck, and Stede was saying ���give him some space, please,” in that bitchy tone Ed loved so much.

“‘M fine,” Ed mumbled.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Jim muttered under their breath.

Ed let his eyes slip closed again, listening vaguely as Roach promised to bring a few first-aid supplies to the captain’s cabin.

“D’you want me to take care of him?” Roach asked.

Before Ed could even lift his head to say no, Stede was saying, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”

Ed risked a peek around as Stede helped him up, supporting him with an arm around his waist as he led him towards the cabin. Fang gave him a genuine smile, but Frenchie wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Jim still glared at him.

“It’s okay,” Stede whispered into his ear. “You don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

Ed’s headache must have been worse than he thought, because he kind of drifted, half-conscious, as Stede got him seated on the couch. He heard Roach’s voice again, saw Stede sit something on the cushion next to him.

“I can take care of it myself,” Ed muttered half-heartedly.

“You don’t have to, though,” Stede said softly.

Ed sort of nodded, and the next thing he knew, Stede was sitting next to him, warm and real and there, and there was a soft cloth dabbing at the cuts on Ed’s cheeks.

Stede helped Ed shimmy out of his jacket and his shirt, whispering apologies when Ed cried out as that jostled him, and set to work soothing bruises and patching up cuts. The wound on his arm hurt like a bitch, but it thankfully wasn’t too deep for Stede to feel like he couldn’t stitch it up himself.

He should’ve felt more cautious, he knew, shouldn’t have been leaning into Stede’s side, halfway to nodding off, letting Stede see all the vulnerable bits of him so soon.

But Ed was tired, and everything hurt.

“Shh,” Stede kept soothing, so gentle and so earnest that Ed exaggerated a bit, whining like he’d never had worse pain before just so Stede would keep comforting him. “Only a bit longer, you’re doing so well.”

Roach had left something for the pain, a syrup that went down sweet as honey, and Ed was glad that Stede had taken over, because he might’ve kissed anyone who gave that to him out of sheer relief.

As it was, Ed was so tired he wound up just kind of mouthing at the side of Stede’s face.

Stede laughed, pulling Ed into his side, wrapping his arms around him, and the whole world went soft and steady. “Tomorrow,” Stede promised. “You can rest, now.”

Ed let his head rest on Stede’s shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, humming in delight at the feeling of Stede’s hand softly circling his waist to hold him steady.

He wasn’t looking forward to how he’d feel in the morning. He knew he’d be on unsteady footing, unsure what to say or how to say it, and Stede would probably come up with a whole speech for him to memorize for the crew, and that would go over like a lead balloon, he imagined. He wouldn’t know how to respond when the crew were upset or angry with him - as would be their right, of course. And he wouldn’t know how fast Stede would want things to move, or if he’d be angry with Ed, still, too, or…

Ed sighed, tucking his nose further into Stede’s neck, breathing in, just allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of Stede around him.

That was tomorrow. For now, he was safe.

[autumnvine]

Movie Marathon

Summary: Tom wanted to have a movie marathon with you, unbeknowing to him you are afraid of all things scary.

Fluff/ Comfort

Word Count: 2380

Halloween was the worst day of the year, your paranoia slowly building, it made you feel uneasy, perhaps it was the costumes, hiding people who could be anybody walking past you, but mostly it was the practical jokes, jump scares and horrible movies. Every part of you wanted to skip Halloween pretending it doesn't exist hiding safe upstairs in your bed away from the door being pounded upon by anyone in the vicinity. But you couldn't do that to Thomas, he loved it, for him, it was like accepting the inner child and eating so many sweets, he loved Halloween with you and he always insisted upon a movie marathon, of course, you never told him how you felt about it or he wouldn't continue with it.

"Have a good shift my love" Tom quickly kissed you handing you your bag as you left for work, kissing him back you turned and left, choosing not to participate in the annual office Halloween party, instead you wore your blue pinstripe suit and white shirt and black stilettos. Walking in coffee and bag in hand bumping the door open with your back, your stomach tightened as you walked along the halls observing women use Halloween as an excuse to wear little to nothing to impress other colleagues, shaking your head and lowering your gaze until reaching your office, spinning your desk chair around to find Skellington eyes popping out of its head, shrieking rather loudly making a fool of yourself, throwing coffee everywhere, "This isn't funny" shouting to your colleagues as you removed their practical joke from your chair. Opening the top drawer again shrieking as a red glowing-eyed spider stared through your soul, "Enough" picking it up and throwing it in the bin covering it with some crumpled paper so you weren't looking at it all day.

Hours had passed, and your day started a little rocky but seemed to have been very productive, you had almost finished each assignment, just some more hours it would all be done, "ma'am can I get you something for lunch, I'm on the deli run?" a sweet new intern asked, gently peeking her head around your door, ordering a cheese and pickle sandwich with a caramel iced latte you got back to work, the longer you stared at the screen, typing away, exhausting your fingers to the max lunch was practically inhaled, you didn't have time for a break just wanting to get finished and return home to Tom, the lucky charming man was off today.

Taking some books, some borrowed materials, files, and of course your finished assignments down to the main office, turning the light on you felt something cold touch your hand, screaming and shouting you flung the papers everywhere, making a huge mess. "Hey, hey, hey, Yn calm down it's just me, it's Sam" Sam was the planner of the office Halloween party, he was to blame for all of this. "I didn't mean to scare you that bad I'm sorry, let me help you" he offered but you refused, insisting he'd already done enough, to just leave the light on and go.  Scrambling on your knees through the embarrassment and mounds of paperwork trying to reorganize the files, making sure each page went with the proper assignment. The light above your head once again turned off and hearing a slam behind you, turning to see the door closed shut, screaming at the top of your voice, for a full five minutes before the sweet little intern who picked you up lunch came in, opened the door and let you out. "I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was here," she said all startled and flustered. Abandoning your paperwork, and grabbing your bag you ran.

Running through everything, the party, the people, the horrible decorations, reaching your car nice and safe. Calling Tom to let him know you were on your way home, requesting he jump into his comfortable pajamas as you were going to do the same, cuddle up on the sofa and spend the night safely wrapped up in his arms.

Your house was in complete darkness, perhaps Tom was in the bedroom, it faced the back of the house, gathering your belongings and closing the car door, the orange flashing lights of your car were the only light to be seen. Hearing something snap behind you, spinning in your heels, but nothing there, brushing it off and continuing walking, Keys unlocking, door knob turning, looking over your shoulder once more to check on what you thought you heard. Finding nothing, you walked in shouting at your husband, no answer, "I'm home" calling out a little louder, closing the door behind you.

"Tom" questioning whether or not he was home, if he went out at night he usually left at least one light on for you. You felt like you were holding your breath the entire time, just going to flick the switch. No power. "Great" muttering to yourself, turning on your phone torch and leaving the house  once again to check the outdoor breaker box,  Tom was standing with a small torch in his mouth trying to hold open the paneling and fix the switches, you admired Tom's long brown curls resting just below his shoulders, he did look like Loki sometimes. Asking what had happened Tom turned to face you, "Hello darling I didn't hear you come in the drive I'm sorry, it just fused, don't worry with a few alterations we should be up and running again in no time." It was no time at all, Tom the genius he was managed to get the power back, the house lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Getting settled and ready for Halloween night Tom had proposed a movie marathon, Expecting to watch your usual Pretty Woman movie followed closely by Runaway Bride you agreed. Tom however had something else in mind. "The Conjuring" title appears on screen. Breathing deep and shifting your body closer to Tom, lifting your feet from the floor to the sofa, draping a blanket over you both being sure to wrap it around your feet. Tom put his arm over you pulling you close into his warmth, his chest smelling amazing amazing as always. Gently kissing your forehead, running his hand through your hair. In that moment his heart was at its fullest, the love of his life finding comfort in his embrace.

So far the movie was going well, with a few jump scares here and there, the scene with the woman in the wardrobe made you hold tighter onto Tom, as he did you. After the movie was over you felt relieved knowing it was just the one. The second movie Tom had lined up was far worse "Grave Encounters "

"I've never seen this before is it scary?" Worriedly asking your protector

"All movies are fake my darling, there made by actors just like me, with some CGI and Special Effects, nothing to be afraid of., However, I'd close your eyes to the ending if I were you"

He had a good point, it was all fake, just actors dressing up, wearing makeup, attached to ropes and cable lines for illusions, and everything would be fine.

The first half of the movie seems to be going well, a group of friends making a documentary in an old abandoned hotel, making jokes, fooling around, jumping some fences and climbing through a window to gain entrance to the hospital. The film crew made their base station, creating a code to signal for help should any problems arise, rolling out sleeping bags and having laptop stations managing static interference with the readings from the spirit monitors. Slowly the group took to the stairs, the main character whispering the readings from the spirit monitors, leading the film crew towards to hallways and lead nurses' station. SLAM the door at the far end of the corridor shut. Making you jump once again tightening your grip on Tom's t-shirt for protection. He rubbed your arm gently tracing his fingers up and down. "I got you" he whispered into your ear placing a kiss on the top of your head, helping you relax a little.

The cameramen changed direction to check out the slamming of the doors, "It's locked" whispering to one another as it wouldn't open. SLAM  a door further up the hall closed tightly. You could hear your heart pounding throughout your ears,  Tom had no idea how much you hated horror movies or Halloween.

"You're frightened aren't you?"

Shaking your head in response "I'm alright I promise"

The movie had calmed with its jump scares, leveling itself out, and your heart returning to its normal rhythm after a while. Your eyes growing heavy toward the end of the movie, you were fighting so hard to stay awake for Tom,

"Darling, would you like to finish this another night?"

"No, no it only has half an hour we can watch it"

"Okay, but if you change your mind it's alright"

Back to the movie you thought as the ghost catchers making the documentary had now been in the hospital for 48 hours, each one becoming more and more disoriented by the minute. "Alright guys let's head home, we got enough research, let's get out of here" The lead character had said to the others

"Which way?"

Walking endlessly through the halls, halls they had most certainly come through previously

"There, the green exit arrow!" the men began running, more slamming of the doors traveling up behind them, "RUN!" they shouted together, the green arrow leading to a chained-up door "CRAP!" he shouted as the man tried to pull off the chains, a pair of hands grabbed the ankles of the cameraman dragging him into a patient room, the other man holding the mic buffer was grabbed by a pair of arms through the wall as if getting swallowed from the paint.

"It's not real," you thought to yourself. Your breathing sped up as you watched the last remaining man run for his life through the halls that were becoming longer and longer, unable to find a way out. More banging chasing him up the hallway,  SLAM, your whole body shifted into Tom, your eyes screwed shut against his chest, trying to bury yourself between him and the sofa,

"Darling" Tom whispered as he turned off the film

"You're alright my darling, it's gone now I'm sorry I never meant for it to frighten you." A few stray tears dripped onto his favorite blue t-shirt, trying to compose yourself from the film, Tom held you tight in his arms, rubbing your back gently shushing you, whispering sweet kind affirmations of love,

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, do you want to watch the ending?"

"Absolutely not darling, I'm so sorry I didn't realize how scary it was, would you like to go to bed and we can lay down?"

Agreeing you went upstairs into bed, Tom the poor soul felt horrible for frightening you, cuddling into him in bed the warmth rushed up through his body onto yours, your head laying softly upon his chest and your heavy eyes closing more and more with each blink.

Tom hadn't yet fell asleep instead stayed awake enjoying watching you sleep so peacefully, it had been hours before Tom finally fell asleep himself, holding onto you, not once thinking to move into a comfier position for his back.                 In the very early hours of the first November morning, Tom stirred from his sleep, disrupted from his peace by shaking and screaming coming from beside him. You were having a nightmare, softly sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks, shouting NO over and over again. Sitting up Tom gently shook your shoulders whispering your name trying not to startle you too much, after a few attempts, he ended up raising his voice slightly, shaking your shoulder a little harder, saving you from your nightmare.

"Tom" you could barely put the three letters together, sobbing as the tears streamed uncontrollably down your face. Tom tried calming you down, but it was like a part of you was caught in a nightmare, awake but unaware of your surroundings, turning on the bedside lamp, revealing your tear-stained cheeks, hyperventilating on your shared bed was not how this was supposed to go.

"Darling listen to me" placing your hand to his chest. "You are safe, you are okay, you are in bed with me, nothing will hurt you, nothing is going to get to you, I'm right here, you are safe darling, take some deep breaths"

you did as he showed you, "That's it, love, you are alright, just deep breaths. You're doing so well my love."

Coming around you realized you had woken your love from his sleep, you mentioned to Tom to go back to sleep, and you would lay on the sofa for a while, he of course refused the offer politely, cuddling you instead. Holding you close and taking care of you.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Taking a deep breath before staring "I was trapped in a room, I couldn't get out, there were no doors nor windows, the curtains were on fire, the walls were red hot, a thich dark void overhead, I couldn't get out of there." tears pricking your eyes once more.

"Darling that sounds horrific, you're safe now, everything is alright, there is nothing to be afraid of here, nothing to worry about that pretty little head of yours. Now, how about you go back to sleep, get some rest, I'll watch over you I promise" Shyly nodding you lay back down, tom wrapped the duvet over your shoulder and let you rest your head on his chest once again, listening to the gentle beat of his heart, closing your eyes, peacefully falling back asleep.

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