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therealcocoshady · 5 months ago

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Love Game

Author’s Note : shoutout to @shady-577 for texting me the idea for this 👀. Y’all think I’m the Angst queen ? You haven’t met this amazing human being 😂.

TW : ANGST

Marshall raised an eyebrow when he walked in Denaun’s place and noticed shopping bags everywhere. He knew his friends liked clothing but the quantity was over the top. The whole living room was filled with tons of new clothes, with items from various designers’ most recent collections.

- New wardrobe ? He asked.

- Yeah, I figured I could use an update, his friend shrugged. Apparently, I should try wearing things that are more fitted.

- Who said that ? He chuckled. Did you hire a stylist too ?

- I’m just trying to keep up, man, Denaun said evasively. Not everyone wears the same sweatpants and Lions apparel, you know. Maybe it wouldn’t kill you to make an effort either…

- I’m fine, thanks, he chortled. Seriously, though, what’s that for ?

He started looking at the items his friend had bought and noticed it wasn’t only clothes. He spotted bags from various stores, containing expensive candles and even skincare. That’s the it hit him : there was a lady. And like the asshole he very much was, he was not about to lose an opportunity to make fun of his best friend.

- I know your fifties are just around the corner but… skincare ? He asked with a smirk.

- I need to moisturize, Denaun replied. My skin’s a little dry.

- And the candles ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. Just admit it ! You’re seeing someone !

His friend gave him an annoyed look and sighed, not denying anything. It made sense. As refined as Denaun could be, he was not the type to invest in $90 candles that smelled like peonies. His friend had not really been in luck with the ladies, in the past years, and he was happy he finally found someone. He was a great guy and he deserved some happiness.

- What’s her name ? He asked.

- Shut up, Denaun replied in embarrassment.

- She hot ? He asked with a smirk. Slutty ?

- Man, don’t talk about her like that ! His friend snapped.

- I was just asking, he said in his own defense.

Damn. If he was getting defensive, it must mean he really liked that girl. Whoever she was, he just hoped she was worth it. Denaun was a sweet guy but he had a knack for only attracting the wrong girls, the ones who ended up playing him. He also knew he was to blame, in a way : he couldn’t count the times when women dates his friends in hope to get closer to him. He had always tried to make his friends benefit from his status but, when it came to the ladies, it wasn’t too easy and a lot of them were only interested because of the money or the fact that they could meet Eminem, without really caring about the guys they were dating. Before he could say anything more, they heard the doorbell and, minutes later, you were walking in, carrying bags of freshly baked cupcakes, both sweet and salty.

- Hi boys, you said before giving both of them a peck on the cheek. Where are the others ?

- Running late, Denaun said. Let me help you with that.

He grabbed the bags of cupcakes and went to put them in the kitchen, while you babbled to him about the flavors. You were so cute, thinking about everyone and what they liked. You had memorized everyone’s favorites so that you could make them. You had walked into their life a couple of months ago and the whole group agreed that you were the sweetest thing on earth. With your fluttery eyelashes and warm smile, you managed to turn these Detroit rappers into gentlemen and, whether it was Bizarre, Swift, Kuniva, Denaun or Marshall, they were at your beck and call. You had them wrapped around your finger, especially when you wore your flowy sundresses. Marshall was partial to your white one. The last time he had seen it, it was in a ball, on the floor of your bedroom, while he was fucking you senseless. Ironically, it was the night you wore this innocent little number that he had discovered what a freak you could be, happy that he had finally given in on the attraction. Your chemistry was off the charts and, looking back, he was surprised either of you had waited that long before sealing the deal. He kept on looking at you while you were talking to Denaun, remembering the view he had when he fucked you from behind and you were begging him to go harder. The memory almost gave him a boner and he wondered if you wearing the white dress was intentional, debating whether or not it should happen again. On the one hand, the sex had been so great only a fool would turn down the opportunity for more but, on the other, he didn’t want to make things complicated. The two of you were friends and you fit right within the group. If he slept with you again, you might get the wrong idea, catch feelings, and it would ruin the whole thing. The others wouldn’t forgive him either : they were all protective of you and they loved having you around, enjoying your sarcastic comments, terrific cooking skills and encouragements. He didn’t want to hurt you. Even though you weren’t nearly as innocent as the others imagined you were, you were a sweet little thing.

- I need to go and put these away, Denaun said as he gestured to the bags.

- You went shopping ? You asked.

- I think he’s got someone to impress, Marshall couldn’t help but grin.

- You mentioned something about fits and neutral colors, Denaun said as he royally ignored Marshall.

- Glad to know you take my advice, you giggled. Wait… is that the Dyptique candle I mentioned ?

- Figured it wouldn’t hurt to try a new smell for the house, he shrugged nervously. You were right. Peonies is a nice scent.

You giggled and pecked him on the cheek, happy to notice he was taking your advice. Marshall quietly stared as you brushed Denaun’s shoulder, mentioning something about his biceps being bigger. You being all touchy-feely wasn’t surprising, you were like that with everyone, but his friend was looking all flustered. That’s when he realized what should have been obvious : you were the girl Denaun was doing all of this for. Of all people in the group, the two of them were the guys you were closest with but he had never interpreted your friendship with Denaun to be more than that. He wasn’t too sure of how he felt about it, though. Did you hook up with him too ? Did he mistake some slutty behavior for some off the charts chemistry ? He frowned and kept to himself the whole afternoon, even when the others joined. He didn’t talk and, instead, paid attention to your every move. You were the flirty type, for sure. Always had been. But it was painfully obvious that Denaun was under your spell, making sure to make room for you on the couch, fluffing the pillow on your side, making sure you always had a glass in your hand. The worst part was that you didn’t even seem to realize it. How could you though ? You were used to all of them giving you the princess treatment all the time. It was like some magic power you had : whenever you walked into a room, you managed to turn gangsters into southern gentlemen. You did it gracefully, effortlessly, pecking their cheek, giving them nicknames and batting your eyelashes. Even himself was guilty of giving you a special treatment, falling victim to your « Hi handsome », spoken in your sultry voice that could draw anyone in. He was always soft with you. Everyone was. They were all whipped. You had often joked about not needing a boyfriend or husband because your rapper friends kept you happy, but now that it was obvious that Denaun had feelings, it was sad. The worst part about it is that he was protective, urging the others to put some respect on your name whenever they made some joke. His friend was a great guy, who obviously only had the best intentions, unlike himself whose actions towards you were more so driven by lust and desire. When everyone went home, he decided to confront Denaun.

- So… Y/N, huh ? He asked as he scratched his throat.

- Is it that obvious ? Denaun asked with a worried look on his face.

- I don’t know, he shrugged. Have you guys fucked around ?

- No, no, his friend assured him. She’s not like that. She’s a lady.

If only he knew the lady he was mentioning had been on her knees, weeks ago, begging for him to choke her. It was almost painful, at this point. If he had known of his friend’s feelings, he never would have given in on the attraction.

- Does she know ? He questioned. That you like her ?

- No, his friend sighed. I wanted to ask her out but… when she mentioned she wasn’t looking for anyone, I didn’t dare. Plus, I wouldn’t want to ruin the friendship.

- You really care, huh ?

- Man, I don’t want to sound corny or whatever but… I think I’m in love with her, his hype man confessed.

- In love ?! With Y/N ?! He almost gasped.

- Man, have you seen her ? Denaun asked. She’s so beautiful. And so nice to us. And for once, there’s a woman who sees us, praises us as emcees. She’s always hyping me up, I can talk to her about my own projects. Finally, there’s a woman who doesn’t only sees me as your hype man. No offense, bro. Love the job but… you know. Most of the time, you’re Eminem and we’re chopped liver. Y/N, she’s not like that. She treats us all the same.

He hummed and looked away, hoping he would be able to have a neutral expression. The last thing he needed was to crush his friend’s heart and tell him that, though you did treat them all the same most of the time, he had painted your walls white, weeks ago, and made you cry tears of pleasure, abusing each and every one of your walls, doing some nasty shit to you.

- I’ll tell her, eventually, he shrugged.

- About your feelings, you mean ? He asked.

- Yeah. I want to treat her right, give her what she deserves, his friend said with a smile. I’ve never met a girl like her. She’s special.

- That, she is, he agreed.

Marshall liked you. He liked you a lot. You always brightened his day, laughing at his stupid jokes, keeping him fed and down to earth, with your cooking and humor. You also kept him humble. There was nothing not to like about you, lovely person that you were and, in hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that Denaun had fallen for you. And his friend was right : you did deserve the world, as well as a man who was willing to give it to you. Only he knew he couldn’t be that man. He didn’t want to, either. As great as you were, dating wasn’t in the cards and he knew it. He would have gladly enjoyed you as a friend with benefits but he couldn’t do that to Denaun. Not when his feelings were so sweet, so noble.

That night, for the first time, he didn’t reply right away when you texted him and he even found some lame excuse not to see you, when you asked if he wanted to come by your place. There was no way he could keep on fucking you and, with the chemistry the two of you shared, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle himself if he was alone with you. There was something terribly intoxicating about your pheromones and, whenever he was in your presence, he couldn’t see straight, only being able to focus on you, anything you did and said. You tried reaching out to him regularly but ended up giving up. The two of you crossed paths a couple of weeks later, when Denaun invited you to listen to some beats he’d made in his hope studio. When you walked in, everyone greeted you with a hug, as usual, except for Marshall, who was rather cold. You were extremely hurt that he would give you the cold shoulder, this behavior being so unlike him. So far, he had always been extremely warm towards you but now, you could feel him take a step back and it broke your heart. He ignored you for most of the day, even though you regularly glanced at him. He was acting normal with the others and you were the only one he was different with. When he went to the kitchen to grab a drink in the fridge, you followed him.

- Marshall ? You asked nervously.

- Mmmh ? He asked without so much as looking at you.

- Ahem… can we talk ?

- I should go back to the others, he replied coldly.

- Marsh, it’s sort of important, you pressed him. Can we go outside ?

- What is it ? He sighed.

- We need to talk about… you know… us, you babbled. I mean, what happened…

- There’s no us, he said immediately. Nothing happened.

- Are you serious ? You asked in disbelief.

- Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean there’s anything between us, Y/N, he said coldly. You don’t mean anything, alright ?!

You bit your lip, visibly flushed with embarrassment and overcome with sadness. Marshall stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Your face was crumbling but his was steady, unmoved. His gaze was cold, devoid of emotion. You scoffed and mumbled an « ok then » before turning and meeting Denaun’s gaze. He looked visibly hurt.

- I was coming to get you guys but, obviously, you have your own stuff, he said in a sad voice.

- Shit, bro, it-its not-, Marshall began.

- I don’t want to talk to you, man, Denaun replied.

You were about to say something, at least try and mumble an apology but, before you could get any word out of your mouth, you started feeling dizzy and nauseous. You ran to the nearest bathroom, tears in your eyes, holding your nonexistent stomach. So much for telling Marshall you wet pregnant, you guessed.

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cottonlemonade · 8 months ago

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Making Up After A Fight

word count: 756 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst with happy ending

warnings: none, just Oikawa being hard on himself and insecure

Oikawa hates fighting as much as you do.

But sometimes it was inevitable. His training schedule had been crazy, the coach had scolded him for putting too much pressure on his bad knee and he was frustrated with himself for delivering, as he thought, disappointing performances on the court lately.

And unfortunately, you were the best girlfriend through all of this. Something he should be happy about, but like many times before it just made him realize that he didn't deserve you.

He couldn't give you the time he wanted. He wished more than anything that you would just tell him how disappointed you were in the relationship and in him, for not being good enough, there enough, doting enough - he hated it. He hated every second, because he knew that when he got to his phone at the end of training, a sweet and loving message would wait for him, saying that you missed him. You would have maybe sent a picture of something cute that reminded you of him during your day or suggested something to do together on his next day off. It was infuriating that you never blamed him for not being the boyfriend he should be.

So it came as no surprise that one night after practice, when he was over at your place, he snapped. He just arrived, took off his shoes and smelled the lovely home cooked meal that was simmering on the stove. You came to greet him, smiling tiredly but genuinely happy to see him and he couldn't take it anymore. He started yelling and gesturing, asking you why you even bothered with him, told you how you weren't right for him, that you made him feel like garbage, turned on his heels, grabbed his shoes and left.

You stood in the doorway of your kitchen, not knowing, not understanding what had just happened but you also knew that he had never yelled at you before. Ever. Sure you'd seen him frustrated and stressed but even then his outbursts were never directed at you. Not like this.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You grabbed your phone, wanting to call him, had already one arm in your jacket to go after him, but decided against it.

The phone in your hand buzzed but it was only a text from your friend asking about your day. You typed a nondescript reply, not wanting them to worry and promised to call tomorrow.

Now only silence filled your apartment. Silence and the taunting smell of an untouched dinner.

You paced a while up and down your living room, throwing tentative glances through your window to see if you could maybe spot him on the dark street below. But nothing.

You started several messages to Tooru but deleted them before hitting send - none of them sounded right.

Not knowing what else to do, you put the now cold dinner into the fridge, took a shower and headed to bed, unable to stop more tears rolling onto the pillow.

You heard the front door unlock at around 1 am, but didn't know if you just imagined it in your half sleep state.

A soft knock came from your bedroom door. You weren’t exactly in the mood to talk, so you stayed quiet. Another soft knock and the door opened slowly. For the longest moment Oikawa just stood in the doorway, looking at your, he assumed, sleeping form.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes and then shrugged off his jacket to sit on the bed. Slowly, carefully, he laid down behind you, moving closer to wrap his arm around your soft waist.

"Are you awake?", he murmured.

You shifted slightly to show him you were.

"I'm really sorry.", he whispered gingerly into the crook of your neck, "You did absolutely nothing wrong, I promise. It's just with the training and my screw ups at the last match and you have been so great about it all and-"

You heard his throat closing up as he nuzzled closer to you, "I really don't know how you put up with it. I'm never around, I never have time to do normal couple stuff, I mess up your sleep schedule and you never complain. I feel horrible."

You finally turn around to face him. "Well, I am mad at you now, if that makes you feel better."

He had to chuckle through his tears and bit his lip, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I love you, darling."

You snuggled into his chest and entwined your fingers with his. "I love you, too."

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years ago

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Hurts Like Hell

prompt: first part of the ps au 😗 I hope you all enjoy

warnings: smut & angst, minors dni

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YN wasn’t nervous, she had never felt like that while performing in front of an audience or camera. She was confident in her curves and the beauty of her face, her quirky but sweet as honey personality.

She never thought she’d do porn - in all honesty but it was sort of a perfect storm when she broke up with her ex who she swore up and down was her soulmate that she was going to spend the rest of her life with and she got fired from her steady, reliable job that was getting her through graduate school.

The sudden lack of sex and money - well it made the most logical sense to her and once she realized how amazing the income was, she was hooked.

She was completely financially stable now, having paid off her school in full as well as her condominium with a pretty large amount in her savings.

YN mainly did cam work, making boatloads from private virtual shows and doing silly, basic things that got her tips generously.

She rarely did shoots with other actors, she wasn’t against having sex with strangers but she didn’t find that she enjoyed much either.

She knew she didn’t necessarily have to love it because it was her job but it almost made her stomach turn too much to want to do it.

The thing was, despite how many scenes (which wasn’t many) she’s had with different men and occasionally women, they could never make her come, or even get her wet enough where they wouldn’t have to use lubrication.

Nowhere close.

YN never got that tight burning feeling in the pit of her tummy that signaled she was about to feel a burst of euphoria that she craved.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t able to, she knew she wasn’t broken, and before this she wouldn’t have said that it was ever necessarily difficult to find release but it just didn’t happen like before.

Instead it always felt like a build-up to nothing, no matter how much they rubbed her clit or teased her nipples - nothing simmered to the surface and every experience had fallen flat.

It was the main reason that she did web shows and OnlyFans because at least she could guarantee that she could get herself off and not rely on anyone to do it for her and fail.

No one had ever made her come but her ex.

“You need to give me one more,” He huffed outbetween pants as he rolled his hips in perfectly to hit her spot, his thumb unrelenting in her swollen bud, “One more than I’ll run you a nice bath and cuddle you t’sleep like the lil’ pillow princess you are.”

“S’too much,” YN sniffles with a frustrated whine as she wriggled her hips forward to get more friction than away when it was overwhelming - fat tears down her cheeks and her core was positively pulsing.

He leans down, damp forehead against her as he makes direct eye contact - not slowing his hips one bit before he’s gritting out, she was feeling every inch of how thick he was, “You know your safe word. Either use it or shut the fuck up and come on me again, you little brat.”

YN is embarrassed to admit those words toss her straight over the edge as she lets her final, weak orgasm wrack through her body - thighs twitching and center throbbing as her back arches up into his strong chest.

He follows right after, slowing down to a more manageable speed as he’s pressing his puffy pink lips all over her face, kissing the tears and licking at the salty wetness, humming out soft praises.

“So so sweet, melt right under me, darlin’. Never had someone so perfect for me,” He murmurs against her temple before moving to her jaw, “I’m going t’keep you forever. I’m so in love with you, baby.”

“I love you more,” She manages out weakly, hand coming to brush his damp curls off his forehead as he collapses playfully on top of her and she doesn’t complain, kissing his neck and massaging his back as he groans in a different type of pleasure.

“Impossible,” He titters with a frown, rolling off the bed and pulling her towards the bathroom, “I love you more than anything that has ever existed. I love you the most.”

YN wasn’t quite prepared for the scene today but rarely did she need to read a script on the set of a porno, everything was ad-lib anyways and usually there weren’t many words anyways - just obnoxious, exaggerated moans.

Instead she decided to laze around with Niall after she’d gone into hair and makeup, it’s a bedroom scene so it was all minimal with her hair pulled up into a loose messy bun and just a bit of blush to give the appearance of just waking up.

There was a twist of nerves in her stomach, she didn’t do this often and when she did, she usually wanted it to be over as soon as possible - it always crossed her mind multiple times before shooting that she could just go home, she didn’t need the money - OnlyFans was plenty but she was doing her manager a favor.

The breakup has been just freshly a year.

It still felt like an open wound, YN tried to go on a few dates but her heart belonged to her soulmate and it wasn’t fair to anyone else so she didn’t bother after multiple ones failed with hurt feelings.

Her heart, mind, and body still ached for him desperately.

It was an unexpected break-up that had flipped her life upside down in the worst ways possible, she wished she could be living in that naive bliss with him, and that they built the life together that they had originally planned.

Before she realized he had cheated.

It had started with him snatching his phone out of her hands when she picked it up to check the weather, in the four years they’d been together - he had never done that before and it made her brows furrow.

He had denied that it was anything like that, it was that he was buying a present for her, and he didn’t want her to accidentally see it - she was skeptical but he’d never given her reason before and she’s able to shrug it off.

Then he changed the passcode to his phone.

When she got suspicious, he got defensive and told her there was nothing to worry about - that she needs to relax and let it go before changing the subject like she didn’t just raise a red flag.

She arrives home from classes a bit early as soon as she walks in the door, he’s quickly hanging up his phone call and shoving the cell into his inner suit pocket - when she asks who he’s talking to, he says his mum but then why’d he hang up like he didn’t want her to hear the conversation?

Then the icing on the cake, she had been walking home from the gym one night, passing the front of a restaurant - he had told her that he had to work late at the office because of some type of merger and to not wait for him to go workout with her like he usually did.

Mindlessly, she glances through the window as she walks past but is skidding to a halt when she notices a familiar face in the dimly lit building and does a double-take to make sure her eyes aren’t deceiving her.

It’s her boyfriend.

But he has company.

He’s sitting in a booth with a woman across from him, she’s definitely older than him but not out of the realm of possibility that they could be on a date - secluded in a both to the far left with wine glasses in fron to them.

YN felt it in her bones that this was the woman, the other woman - she somehow felt hurt by the age of the lady, she had to be ten to fifteen years his senior, was that what his type really was?

She manages to get her feet moving before he would have the chance to glance up and notice her - she nearly runs back to their shared apartment with angry tears running down her cheeks as she finds a sticky note on the fridge that says ‘love you darling x’.

It’s his one opportunity to come clean.

And she wasn’t going to forgive him then either but god, she just wanted the truth from him - YN had always, always been honest with him, even when it was hard, even when it was embarrassing. She thought he’d always done that same but it felt like a knife to her heart that this was unraveling.

YN sits her bum on their kitchen island, waits and waits for him to come over from his date with someone who’s not her.

It makes her want to cry when her phone buzzes and his name pops up with an ridiculous amount of emoji hearts after it.

Be home in ten. I love you, sweet girl. Missed you all day x

“Fucking liar,” She hisses through clenched teeth, wiping harshly at the tears that are falling without her permission, and slamming her phone down against the marble hard enough that she would not be surprised if her screen cracked.

She zones out as she ponders the possibilities of how this conversation will turn out, there was a numbness already sweeping through her body, as a protective measure because her body couldn’t even acknowledge the hurt.

She doesn’t even register the front door unlocking and opening.

Not until he’s in the kitchen, dropping his jacket over the barstool, and smiling so fucking fondly at her, “Hi darlin’, your allergies acting up again? I told you that the off brand just doesn’t work for you. Your eyes are swollen.”

It was aching how beautiful he was, his face was soft and open with deep dimples decorating his cheeks, his eyes twinkling and happy, and he’s stepping towards her with his tattooed arms outreached.

YN bats off his hand when he reaches to thumb at her cheek, confusion wrinkling his forehead because she can’t remember a time where she’s every denied his touch like she just did, she seethes out, “Don’t act like you fucking care.”

He’s clearly startled by her hostility, lips turning down when he asks with an offended edge, “Why wouldn’t I care? What’s gotten into you, hm?”

It’s like he’s not sure whether she’s playing or not because sometimes she would be short, act like a brat, just so that it could turn into a fun night of punishment and pleasure but even Harry knew that it wasn’t this - not by how rigid her body language was.

“I know your secret, what you’ve been trying to hide from me, and trying to act like I’m insane when I questioned you about it,” YN responds with her arms crossed, making it clear she doesn’t want any physical interaction, and he struggles to take a step back because it’s obvious how much he wants to embrace her right now.

And well, the look on his face is all the confirmation she needs - the confusion twists into surprise, shock swirling in his eyes, and something else that she wasn’t able to point her finger on but it almost looked like disappointment.

“H-how did you find out?” He stutters on the first syllable, his already deep voice somehow even more gravely, his accent accentuated, and she’s never heard him trip over his words before - his pouty bottom lip quivering a bit.

YN scoffs in disbelief, she regrets it but she chucks the glass next to her on the countertop at him and he manages to duck before it hits him - the facade of shock made her unbearably angry and she’s relieved the glass doesn’t hit him but feels a satisfaction when it shatters against their floor.

“I-Darlin’,” He tries to reason, hands out cautiously, and he swallows hard, “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”

“Five fucking years down the drain,” YN lets the tears fall in a slow dance down her cheeks, letting them form into droplets on her jaw, “You fucking cheater.”

His jaw drops in disbelief, the softness in his face dissipating when he hears her words, “We are definitely not talking about the same thing. That’s for fucking sure. You think I’d cheat on you?”

“I don’t think, I know,” YN slips off the marble counter and avoids the broken glass - shattered into a million pieces on the ground, just like her heart, “Don’t ever, ever speak to me again. You knew what I went through with my parents when I was growing up. I trusted you because I told you how my dad’s cheating affected me.”

“You’re wrong,” He states bluntly, interrupting her and disregarding what she’s saying - his eyes hardening and his back becoming ramrod straight, tense and offended by the words.

“Who were you at dinner tonight with?” YN pressed with an unhappy smirk, “Who was the woman you were with? Is she the reason you’ve been hiding your phone from me?”

His lips draw in a tight line, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares her down.

No words though. Not quick enough. She wasn’t giving him more than three seconds to respond.

“That’s all I needed to know. This, this is done,” YN motions with her arms, her chest beginning to heave with the reality that the man she thought she would marry wasn’t going to be hers anymore.

That he was sharing himself with others.

YN is mentally hyping herself up for another round of sex that wouldn’t lead to anything, sure it was fine to mess around with someone but it more so filled the loneliness rather than the actual pleasure.

She felt pathetic that she was still so fucking love sick for her ex, that he’d ruined her so sustainably for anyone else in every faucet of the word, love, sex, friendship - it was destroyed.

“Hey, five minutes and we’re starting, let’s go,” Warren, the director, pops in his head with a final warning, meaning she needs to get her bum on set right now.

“Wish me luck,” YN chirps with fake enthusiasm to Niall, pinching his cheek until he bats her hand away and pushes her towards the door - he won’t watch, nor would she want him to.

“Have fun getting dick, I guess,” Her friend mumbles in his a monotone huff, giving her a look because he is supportive but doesn’t necessarily approve as he barely looks up from his phone.

After navigating the hallway to the bedroom set where she’ll be filming, she sees her co-star for the first time - well, the back of him, tall, towering over the others that he’s around.

He was faced towards Warren, most likely preparing, his shoulders were broad, muscles defined on every inch of his body but not obnoxiously, tapering off into narrow hips and lean but strong legs - bum small but still plump.

She would know that body anywhere, the way her heart drops to the floor tells her who it is before it connects with her brain but that doesn’t make sense does it?

She wonders for a brief second if she’s had a break with reality and she’s hallucinating.

YN can clearly, distinctly remember what that skin felt like under her fingers, the way his abdominal muscles twitched when he was close, how those long arms would encompass her, hold her through all the good and bad.

She was split between running for the hills, canceling the shoot, and purely only doing webcam business from here on out - it wasn’t worth the money but it was magnetic and her mind was fuzzy with wanting to just touch him.

Her other option, which her heart is proposing, is running straight into his arms, letting him brush his lips against her forehead as his fingertips dig into her hips but that probably wouldn't happen, would it?

Instead of either choice, her feet are cemented to the floor, she looked like a deer in headlights with wide eyes and trembling lips, shaking down to her fingertips with frozen fear.

“There’s our girl!” Warren announces happily when he sees her past her costar’s shoulder, tugging his headset off one of his ears as he smiles at his star and waves her over towards them.

The other man turns around, their eyes meeting for the first time in a year - the forestry green she loved so much met hers and recognition, confusion, anger crossed them in a span of mere seconds - his lips in a tight line but he doesn’t look angry as much as he looked disapproving.

Who is he to fucking judge?

They both don’t move automatically, staring at each other, and not knowing what to make of it - the tension was palpable between them and YN could feel it all the way to her bones.

Harry budges first, he always has as he takes the familiar long strides - just in a pair of tight briefs that hug him perfectly, hugging his thighs and highlighting the hard cut of muscle leading into the waistband, the familiar trail of sparse hairs that start at his bellybutton and travel down out of sight - she used to love to run her fingers over it and tease that spot before ducking lower.

Her eyes can’t help but dart down to his right upper thigh, her real name (not her stage name) was still inked permanently and dark into his tanned skin - she’d wondered if he had covered it by now but it was still in all of its original glory.

Warren is oblivious to anything out of the norm, he’s slapping Harry on the shoulder and telling YN with a wide smile, “Meet Axel. Axel meet Starlet, your co-star You two are going to make a hot fucking movie.”

It was comical, the faux anonymity, they knew everything about each other down to their blood type, first ever pet, and so they fact that they were being introduced as these corny fake names just makes it even stranger.

Harry puts his hand out to shake, YN hesitates with her chest still rising much too fast to be normal as she shakingly meets his, and she thinks she’s about to have a panic attack because right now, she can’t decipher up from down.

It hurts her, physically, to touch him again.

She loves him so much.

Present tense.

It isn’t fair that this is happening, she has always been loyal and good to him, and it feels like a punishment that she’s in this situation right now.

Warren gets distracted by another staff calling his name as they mess around with a tripod for one of the bigger cameras - there was a decent amount of people around for this shoot.

“Breathe,” Harry murmurs, hand still holding hers as he notices how elevated her breathing, his gaze is intimidatingly intense as he observes her, he knows that she’s panicking, “It’s okay, I promise I didn’t know. I can back out right now.”

YN for some reason doesn’t let go either, her eyes watering as she whispers, “Why are you here? Why are you doing…this?”

She couldn’t say what they were really doing, she wasn’t ashamed but it was boggling that he was here too - it wasn’t like either of them had a history of doing porn before their relationship.

Harry sighs, his free hand pushing his curls off his forehead, “The start-up I was working for went bankrupt and didn’t pay out my last three months worth of work as well as my commission. I had to figure out something to pay my bills until I can find a new job and a friend suggested this.”

“Then you need this just as much as I do. Clover Tech laid me and three hundred other employees off,” She replies, finally dropping his hand and awkwardly wringing her wrists - her nerves were tingling and she wanted to keep holding his hand.

Harry looks torn before he settles, “I know you don’t want to do this with me. I…I can do the shoot with the backup girl and split half of the check with you so you’re not out money.”

It’s so genuine that it makes her stomach churn, how could someone this sweet ruin everything by cheating.

“That’s…no. It’s fine unless you don’t want to,” YN trails off with a twinge of embarrassment at the thought he wouldn’t want to have sex with her because she obviously hadn’t been enough for him.

It had never been a concern when they were together, they were magnetic, and he was obsessed with getting his mouth, hands, anything on her whenever she would let him which had been often.

“Unless I don’t want to?” Harry prompts, not catching what she’s hinting at, fuck, he was so handsome she couldn’t think straight - his brow was furrowed and she could tell by his body language that he was stressed out.

“You know…have sex with me,” She mumbles lowly, eyes darting down to her feet for a moment but she soon realizes that Harrys waiting for her eye contact to speak because he doesn’t say anything until she sheepishly meets his gaze.

“Until you broke up with me. I was planning on only having sex with you for the rest of my life,” Harry rasps much too bluntly and without any regret in his eyes as he watches her, “I will never turn you down.”

“You can’t just say stuff like that,” YN scolds because it’s getting too emotional for a porn set and she shouldn’t feel like he’s telling the truth but because of how firm his tone is - the worst part is that she believes him and she shouldn’t.

Harry’s hand twitches like he’s about to reach out and grasp her jaw like he’d always done when he felt she wasn’t listening and she needed to, he’d bring her into his chest and whisper the words against her temple as he rubbed her hips.

“I’m telling the truth,” He states sincerely, hand moving instead to scratch at his bare stomach, “I’m only doing this on one condition. After we shoot, we need to talk. If not then I’m backing out and we’ll both be fucked for money.”

YN feels a bit of bitterness rise in her tone, who is he to make demands?

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.”

“Oh but there is. This time you're going to listen and not storm out of my life again,” His tone has anger behind it, an unusual occurrence because he was much better at staying calm then her.

“Fine, we can talk,” YN relents because deep down she really really wants to be intimate again and despite her mild protesting, her body is wired because sex with Harry means orgasm, good orgasms.

Not the ones by a vibrating massager or her fingers, he’s the only person who knows how to work her body like a fiddle until she’s a teary mess that doesn’t know if she wants more or not.

We - oh, fuck. H, we shouldn’t,” YN gasps into his mouth, she was panting already and he takes her plump bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand works under her dress with direct purpose.

“Tell me to stop then,” Harry challenged cockily, two fingers making her feel full as he curled them up to pet her spot that made her legs quiver against the countertop, his body keeping her upright.

She needs to tell him but she can’t find it in her because she doesn’t want him to stop, they were at his parent’s house for an anniversary dinner.

He had said he wanted to show her something upstairs but what really happened was he crowded her into a bathroom and yanked her dress down until her tits spilled out and his hand pushed her underwear to the side.

“Gonna tell me?” Harry prompts as his mouth ducks down to nip at her hard nipples, switching back and forth quickly, taking his time to move lower and suck bruises into the supple curve of her breast.

YN shakes her head, giving in to the pleasure, and letting her legs splay open against him, “Don’t want you to stop. You make me feel so good, baby.”

It was a bit too sweet for the situation they’re in but it makes Harry crack a fond, boyish smile as he stands straighter to kiss her again but it’s intimate and loving before whispering, “You’re my whole world, sweet girl. Always going to make you feel good. Now come on my fingers, baby.”

She’s snapped out of the memory by the director coming back over to where they’re standing tensely with a good amount of distance between them.

“Alright, now that you’ve met!” Warren claps his hands together, oblivious of anything out of the ordinary, “Time to get this show on the road. An easy scene, more romantic than raunchy. You’re a couple who are waking up for some morning sex. It’s that easy.”

YN honestly liked how Warren directed his films, there weren’t a million scene cuts or positions, he let the actors follow the natural rhythm and rarely had to redirect a shot - almost giving off a homemade vibe with studio quality.

She feels a sick mixture of anticipation and an oncoming panic attack, her palms are sweaty as she shucks her robe - leaving her in a oversize tee that falls to her mid thighs with a sheer pair of bikini cut panties under.

“Alright, YN right side. Slip under the duvet but make sure to turn on your side, left thigh out of the blanket,” Warren directed, once she’s laid down, he messes with the blankets until the curve of her bum and leg are on display - easy to shove off once they get started.

Harry follows as well, turning on his side so he’s spooned up right behind her, bum right in the cradle of his pelvis, and he’s already hard against her - it made her flashback to their mornings when they woke up together and had slow, giggly morning sex.

“Hard up for it?” YN murmurs quietly, she wasn’t sure if she was joking or if it was a jab at him - maybe both at this point because most men needed more to get hard to film than this.

“Considering I have dreams about your cunt nearly every night, can you blame me?” Harry whispers in her ear, ignoring the bustle of the people setting up, his hand splayed on her tummy, “You’ve lost weight. I don’t like it, missed grabbing on to you. Miss you filling my hands.”

“Everything’s been shit since we’ve broken up,” She admits shakily when his hand naturally starts to pet at the skin near the band only her panties - he was right, she had lost weight, not intentionally, but eating made her stomach churn most days.

“I know. It’s been hell,” Harry agrees with no judgment, it felt too comfortable to have him like this again, and she felt no discomfort as he traced her skin - thumbing at a scar she had on her hip that he always kissed.

It’s like they forget that they're here for a reason as Harry already tries to move the process along before they’re even rolling - he had always been impatient when he was horny and had no shame in his body during it.

YN gently grips his wrist when he tucks his fingers under the soft silk of her underwear to tease at her mound and shakes her head, “Not yet.”

“This goes against every instinct I have to let anyone watch you get fucked. The only way I can manage is to know that it’s going to me owning this body again. Has anyone made you come like I have, sweet girl?”

YN also missed this part too, he was by far the best talker during sex, everything he said sent an electric zip through her, and he had a mouth filthier than any sailor when he was on her.

“I’m-, yeah,” YN lies lamely, she can hear his warm chuckle as he palms her tummy once again and pulls her impossibly closer - she didn’t want him to have the power that he truly had over her.

“Are you telling me nobody’s made you come since we broke up?” Harry asks but he already knows the answer, “Know your cunt’s aching for me. You smell so good, m’mouth is watering. This is my first scene with another person, I’ve just been doing solo shit. You’re the last person I’ve touched.”

She shouldn’t feel satisfied at that but she does.

“You already know,” YN huffs out with an annoyed edge, she knows he has a cocky grin that makes his dimples pop boyishly - one of the first things she fell in love with and one of the things she missed the most.

“Quiet on set!” Warren announces to all the staff who are making small talk or any type of noise, he has a marker in his hand and starts now that all the noise has disappeared, “Mark. And Axel, Starlet, you're on.”

The lights are dimmed, to give the illusion of the sun barely kissing over the horizon, the bedrooms styled in a modern farmhouse vibe making it cozy and realistic, and the bed was surprisingly plush and comfortable.

YN closes her eyes to feign sleep as does Harry for a good minute before he begins to rouse with a deep inhale and a low groan as he stretches, his arms rustling above his head.

She can’t obviously see what he’s doing but instead feels when he leans forward to kiss the nape of her neck - it’s a jolt of shock because she’s missed it so much and it feels nice.

This all just seems like a fucked up fever dream.

“Sweetheart,” He murmurs softly, his hand moving up to tug the collar of her shirt off her shoulder so that his lips could make line from her ear to shoulder blade, “Wake up for me, baby.”

YN fakes a whiny grumble as she wriggles back into him, feeling his sharp intake of breath with the friction on his center, and she tilts her head to the side to give him more room to roam his lips along.

“Tired,” She complains brattily but it warps into a squeak when he nips the cap of her shoulder before soothing it with his tongue, back up to her jaw to suck a spot into her skin as he pulls her harder back into his groin.

“Please, darling,” Harry drawls against her skin, he kicks off the duvet to display their bodies, his hand moving to the hem of her shirt before slipping in and upwards against her warm skin, “I need you.”

His fingers raise goosebumps against her tummy before he’s cupping both of her breasts, hidden under her shirt but his thumbs come to her nipples - they’re already hard for him as he rubs them in lazy circles as his lips don’t stay still for a moment against her skin.

YN lets out a hurt mewl when he pinches at them before thumbing over the acute pain and easing it with softer touches - it was something intimate that he was hiding this from the camera, it was just them for a brief moment, “So desperate for me. Let’s get your shirt off, need to see these pretty tits.”

It scared her because it didn’t sound like acting, it sounded like how he talked when they were living together, when they were in their bed.

“Stop teasing,” She mumbles as she lets him tug the shirt over her head, his right hand moves to her mouth, tapping at her plush lips.

YN opens automatically and he presses two fingers inside her mouth, stroking at her tongue before taking them out to rub the sheen of spit on her nipples - he watches curiously as they pebble even more before pinching at them again.

“You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Harry hums with a hint of humor because it was actually true, she was not a morning bird at all.

“M’not grumpy,” YN disagrees, her voice hitching at the end when he gives a particularly hard tweak as they become more sensitive and taut, “Just want you to do something.”

“Do something,” Harry mocks in that deep, gravel accent before he’s kissing the hinge of her jaw and rasps, “Just remember, you asked for it. So desperate for my cock, it’s cute.”

Before she can bite back, Harry’s hand moves into the front of her panties, thick fingers sliding down her folds before two are tucking up right inside and curl against her velvet, warm walls.

He knew her body like the back of his hand because he’s petting her spot with precision like he remembered right where it was and how much pressure she preferred.

YN let out a loud, surprised moan.

It was authentic, really one of the first she’s ever let out that was real on set as her toes already begin to curl and she was struggling to keep her eyes open as electricity zipped through her.

“Did I find your spot, baby?” Harry asks innocently despite his actions, he’s grinding himself into her bum to get some relief as his thumb moves up to swirl on her clit with harsh movements.

“There, s’good,” YN gasps kittenishly, spreading her legs further to give him more room and beginning to roll her hips down onto his fingers, riding them without another thought, she wasn’t even registering the cameras anymore.

“Yeah, darlin’. I know all your sweet spots, hm? Hit ‘em just right to have you dripping down my hand like a good girl,” He praises before nipping at her jaw and twisting his fingers with a harsh, steady rhythm - he smelled so fucking good, like pumpkin spice and cedar, strong and heady - it made her dizzy with want.

“I-I’m cl-close, baby,” The pet name slips out as her muscles begin to tense, walls contracting against him, she doesn’t know if she’s ever come this fast, definitely not in a long time because it took her aback.

She missed it so much.

She missed him so much.

It felt like a sick joke to her to have to act out what used to be, what she missed, what she craved.

It was like groundhogs day but amplified by a million.

“Then fuckin’ give it to me. I’ve earned it yet? Soak my fingers, pet,” He encourages as he speeds up and presses down harder on her button - his bicep flexing deliciously, straining all of his strong muscles.

It has her tipping over the edge, it’s the first mind-numbing orgasm she’s had in a year and it’s with her cheating ex-boyfriend who she thought she was going to settle down with, house with a white picket fence, babies running around, and this was what she got instead.

Her eyes are squeezed shut as her body tremors through it, his hand slowing but not all together stopping either.

Her body was conditioned to respond to him and it gave in to him so sweetly that people watching this would be blind not to see - no one could act this well.

“Perfect, did just what I asked,” He hums as she comes down, he’s pulling the shirt off her head and tossing it to the floor before doing the same with her underwear.

His hand moved up her belly, leaving a damp trail in its wake from her wetness until he cups her breast, lips back to her neck with slow, wet kisses.

“Plea-please, H,” YN mewls as he pinches at her nipple but he punishes her with a nip, whispering in her ear, “No names, pet.”

It takes her a moment to realize her slip because she wasn’t fucking acting - she couldn’t even find it in her to be embarrassed.

She wanted to get her mouth on him before they got to the main event and so she’s wriggling out of his grip to turn and face him.

YN straddles his thighs, his big hands automatically coming to grip her hips - indenting enough to bruise and Harry looks vulnerable for the first time today.

His eyes are wider than usual, his lips parted, and his stomach was sucking in and out revealing his ribs before disappearing back into the strong muscle.

YN goes to shimmy down, he shoots up and grips her jaw hard, bringing their mouths back together in a hard kiss - her breasts pressing against his bare chest.

When she finally has a moment to pull back for a breath, Harry murmurs too low for the microphones to catch on, “Missed your perfect little mouth so much. If you even wrap those lips around me, I’ll come. Let me fuck you, darling.”

YN can do anything but nod, trying not to preen from the compliment - he squirms around for a moment as he shoves his briefs down his thighs and kicks them off his ankle.

God, she missed everything about him.

He was as pretty, thick, long as she remembers.

Her heart flutters when she spots the soft pinkish scar on his pubic bone a few inches up and to the left of his base - she’d forgotten about that.

“Bloody hell!” Harry yelps out in surprise, sitting up from the bed and looking down at his groin, “S’definitely not supposed to hurt that much.”

“You made sure this was meant for wax play right?” YN asks as she puts the candle back on the bedside table before examining the little blob of lavender wax on his pubic bone.

“I didn’t know there were specific candles!” Harry whines out as YN picks the wax off, a small bubbling blister already forming on his delicate skin.

“Baby,” YN chastised with a giggle and a shake of her head, “We better put some neosporin and a bandaid on this so it doesn’t get infected.”

“It hurts so bad, need you to take care of me,” Harry’s pouts as she disappears to get the supplies from their bathroom.

“How are you still hard?” YN laughs as he winces in pain as she gently dabs the medication on the wound and unwraps the bandaid.

“Don’t make fun of me,” He grumbles as he tries to hide a smile, his hand moving to rub her plushy hip, and his nose nudging at her cheek, “You constantly make me hard. S’gonna nearly be impossible for me to lose a stiffy around you.”

“Who said romance is dead,” She rolls her eyes but it’s fond and she can’t stop giggling because he just makes her so happy.

“Never going t’be,” Harry murmurs, sex voice one hundred perfect back in motion, now that he has a purple bandaid on his burn, and he’s leans forward to begin kissing her belly and his hands coming to knead at her bum.

The candle long forgotten.

She runs her fingers over the puffy skin where she had accidentally burnt him - she didn’t know why it made her eyes prick with emotion.

When YN glances up at him, Harry is watching her so intently as she traces over the memory - the moment doesn’t last for more than a minute but it moves in slow motion for her.

YN snaps out of it when she remembers exactly where she’s at and what she’s supposed to be doing right now - in front of cameras because this wasn’t an intimate moment, it was all for the cameras.

At least, that’s she’s telling herself to save her sanity.

Harry could always sense her mood, her emotion, and now is no different, and so he helps her get back on track, asking, “C’mon, darling. You want my cock? S’aching for you.”

“Please, want it,” YN agrees as Harry adjusts their position, his length sliding between her folds and it has him tilting his head back and moaning - it was loud and beautiful, deep but at the same time desperate as his hips twitch up.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry hisses as he grips his base to paint the tip through her folds, teasing at her entrance before moving up to smack the weight of it against her swollen clit - repeating that cycle a few times as he mouths at her nipples.

“Stop teasing,” She huffs out in frustration because she wants him in, she wants to come again, but at the same time, she never wants this to end - this right here is what she thought she would get for the rest of her life.

“Spoiled thing,” Harry chastises as he guides himself in, hands moving to her hips and pulling her down all the way onto him until she’s settled, it makes her feel so full, Harry must agrees because he’s groaning, “Darling, s’tight. Fuck, you feel good. Best thing I’ve ever had.”

It didn’t feel like he was lying.

“Ride me, baby,” Harry encourages as he leans back against the headboard, his strings hands moving her hips back and forth in a grinding motion, harsh circles that made her stomach tense, “Show me what a good girl you are.”

She wanted to show him what he fucked up, what he gave up.

YN rises up on her knees, pulling herself nearly off of him until his tip is just kissing at her core before sliding on the way back down, slow and purposeful as her hands move to cup her breasts.

“Stop tha’,” Harry scolds possessively, knocking her hands away and moving to grab them himself, fingers pinching at her nipples in the exact way she liked it, “Am I not doing good enough or are you just too greedy for your own good?”

YN lets out a wet mewl, falling forward until her chest is pressed against his, her forehead resting on his shoulder, “S’good, you’re so good. H, you’re so good, baby.”

Harry shushes her softly, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling her into his chest as close as possible before he’s thrusting up into her with full force, the sound of skin meeting echoing through the room as he kisses the side of her face.

“God, I’ve fucking missed you,” Harry whispers in her ear, just for her, he’s panting as he exerts energy into fucking her, kissing her, hugging her, and YN falls off the edge for another orgasm, sobbing in pleasure into his neck, “That’s it, that’s fuckin’ it, pet.”

He only thrusts up a few more times before he’s coming, keeping her still, deep in his lap as he works through it, lips moving to just press against her temple as he slows his hips and relaxes back more.

YN kept her head tucked against him, her cheeks were wet from tears, from a mixture of her multiple orgasms and heartbreak - she was sniffling and didn’t want the cameras to see this.

Harry hears the sniffle, the way her breathing is stuttered from trying to hold it back, and he’s looking up at the room of people, “Cut it. We’re done.”

The camera crew apparently doesn’t halt filming as quickly as Harry has asked and so he’s raising his voice loudly, “I said fucking cut it. Turn off the goddamn cameras. The scene’s over.”

Warren is coming over, a genuine concern on his face, “What’s going on? Is she hurt?”

The question offends Harry, he barks out, “I didn’t fucking hurt her. She’s okay. I got this.”

YN nods, muttering “I’m fine.” And wanting everyone else in the room to disappear.

Harry’s rustling them around a bit, having pulled out by now, and is shoving her big tee shirt back over her head to cover her up before moving them until he can wriggle her underwear and his back on.

“YN,” Harry’s voice is softer than when he was ordering everyone around a minute ago, “Baby, I need you to breathe. Everything’s okay. You’re okay.”

“You’re okay,” Harry coos as he holds her to his bare chest, “Everything’s okay.”

The water was cascading down on them, hot and steaming up the bathroom, as they stood under it - just embracing, unsure of how long they’ve been in there.

“I miss her,” YN cries into his chest, her chest hurt from how much she’d been crying - her eyes were swollen and sore, “It doesn’t get easier. I can’t believe it’s been two years. It feels like yesterday.”

“It does,” Harry agrees solemnly, he still remembers the day her mother was diagnosised with cancer, “I miss her too. She was an amazing woman. And she gave me you, the love of my life.”

“I couldn’t do this without you,” She says honestly, goosebumps prickling her skin even despite the temperature.

“Never have to do it without me,” Harry replies as he reaches to turn the water a little hotter, “S’a promise baby.”

“I’m fine,” YN spits out a bit harshly, shoving his hands off of her - he doesn’t get to comfort her like this when he fucking cheated on her.

She wishes she regret what she just did but she didn’t, however she needed a minute to breath and so she’s sliding off the bed and straightening out the shirt.

YN knows she’s running away but she doesn’t get far before Harry’s fingers are curling around her wrist and stopping her.

“Hey. We had a deal,” He reminds her firmly, his lips in a tight line - she has to ignore the blossoming hickeys she left all over his neck and chest, “We’re gonna talk.”

“Yeah,” YN lies breathlessly, “I really need to pee. Come to my dressing room in fifteen minutes?”

“Okay, m’going to shower real quick then,” Harry agrees, squeezing her wrist once more before he’s turning to go back to his dressing room.

YN is whipping open the door in a panic, “For fucks sake, Niall. We have to leave now.”

“Everything okay?” He asks from where he’s still lounged on the couch, “Do I need to kick someone’s arse?”

“I just did a scene with Harry,” YN whisper-shouts, tugging on her leggings and jamming her feet in her tennis shoes, “Let’s go.”

“Bloody hell,” Niall’s eyes go wide, he has so many questions but finally gets some urgency, shoving her shit into her duffle before swinging it over her shoulder and guiding them out the emergency exit.

Harry can’t seem to catch his breath on the shower, hard choking sobs wracking through his body as his forehead rests against the ceramic.

And he can’t stay in here much longer because she’s waiting to talk, he doesn’t know where to begin, how to apologize.

He’s tugging on a tee and running shorts before making his way back to her dressing room, his hands shaking with nerves - the confident pornstar long gone.

When he knocks, he doesn’t hear anything, and so he twists the knob, the room empty of anything beside the furniture - making it clear she was long gone.

“Fuck,” Harry hisses before punching his fist against the wall.

He wasn’t going to let her get away twice.

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lesbianloml · 2 years ago

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#3 in my GIF/Imagine series

All of my GIFs/pictures will either be from Pinterest or from Tumblr

Type of piece: imagine, one shot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark, other

Pairing(s): stepmom!dom!wanda x sub!reader

Warning(s): double strap, reader's side vibrates, clit suction, bulge kink, overstimulation

Summary: Wanda had a rough day at work and she needed an outlet. Luckily, she has her stepdaughter ready to be tied up and ready to be used.

A/N: this is.... dirty. so dirty, its almost nasty

You were laying on the bed, spread eagle, hands and ankles tied, and with your stepmom digging through the drawers beside you. She was ranting on and on about work and how someone names Joseph was being a bitch or whatever. All you knew was that you were about to be in for being used. You were fine with that though. Wanda held up a double ended dildo. "Found it!" She exclaimed. She walked over to you, holding it out. "Oh baby, we don't even need foreplay. I haven't done anything and you're already soaked." She held up the dlido and started sinking it into you. It was huge. Like, huge. As you were gonna protest, you heard "one sound and you don't come."

It was only halfway in when your tummy started to show a bulge. You didn't moan or scream. You just layed there, biting your lip so hard you drew blood. Finally, your side was all the way in. Wanda then grabbed two clit suctions. There was two controls, which Wanda loved. Wanda started to sink down on her side of the cock, which pushed yours deeper inside of you. Wanda descended all the way down on her side, moaning when she saw the bulge in both your tummys.

Then she turned on the suctions. Her's was set to medium, a level that would bring you to an exceptable amount of pleasure. She grabbed your remote and turned it to the highest setting, which was known to have woman coming in two minutes. It was made for overstimulation. "You can talk now, maylsh. Let's see how you do." Then she fastened the suction onto her own clit, moaning a little at the feeling. She fastened it onto your clit and you screamed from the pleasure. "Oh my god! Holy shit!"

Wanda felt as though she needed more, so she began to bounce on the cock. It was hitting your g-spot with every bounce. "Oh my god! Fuck! Mommy! Mommy! I'm cumming oh my god!" You came with a scream. It happened like that 4 more times and Wanda still hadn't came yet. You had come five times already and was yanking at the restraints so you could pull the clit suction off because it was starting to hurt.

Wanda was tired and ready to come so she decided to do something to make you both come. Wanda turned her suction up to high. Then she pulled the cock all the way out of both of you, lined it with both of your folds, and slammed down. You both came at the same time. You screaming, "MOMMY!" and Wanda moaning loudly. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Sweet girl, you did so good for Mommy. I'm so proud of you. Now, let's go shower." She said, standing up and walking with ease. You, on the other hand, stood up and immediately collapsed. "Mommy?" "Yes, detka?" "Help?" She laughed and said "Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you."

Please, request some ideas you have! I would love to do some! Reblogs are much appreciated because it helps me spread some of my work around. Likes and comments are appreciated too! Thanks for reading.

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nnnyxie · 1 year ago

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CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGERRR

So this one is angsty (if you squint) basically reader is Bakugos little sibling (by like a year or two to not make it weird) and they grew up together…And this is kinda mean!Izu x reader but whatever

Izu one day just randomly reflects on Bakugos bullying and is like well fuck him and decides to date his younger sibling to fuck with Bakugo as ‚revenge‘

Failing to inform them he was only dating them to fuck with their brother. He‘s still doting and sweet and oh so loving(he also failed to realize he fell for reader fr)…and on one random Tuesday they just overhear him speaking about it like on the phone to his friends being like „yeah Kacchan is totally pissed it worked like a charm“

Reader absolutely breaks down and runs to Kacchan for comfort because big brother is always the solution🤞 so then Izu dosen’t even realize and tries talking to reader and they just cut all contact and Izu panics and realizes what he feels for them but it‘s too late hehe. (I need some sort of happy ending for reader😭)

Bonus ofcourse would be lots and lots of groveling before they eventually restart, or reader moves on if you‘re not the second chance type..revenge is always the answer🫶🏻 idk both ends would be cute Idk when I turned into an angst Whore I used to be a fluff addict😞 #𖢥 izuku anon

SOBS!!! DRAMATICALLY THROWS MYSELF ONTO THE FLOOR!!!! CLAWS AT MY ENCLOSURE!!!!

i’m not much of a second chance person when it comes to this stuff but……. i like fluff……. so we shall see how the ending goes…….. it’s a wild card for the both of us???

(ps there is swearing bc it’s me…) (pps i did add a part where he said ‘fuckin with my blood’ but i originally had like— an adopted sibling in mind?? so just read however you’d like!!) (ppps i added some comfort from our girlies and kiri bc i LOVE them)

for this we’re gonna pretend like the boys have had no progress in friendship and that they HATE each other with a passion and that season 6 didn’t happen!! AND that they’re in their second year while you, darling reader, are a first year at UA!!

okay so. despite katsuki being such an asshole and probably the most difficult person to deal with— he has such a soft spot for his little sibling!!

he makes it known that if anyone fucks with you— he’ll beat them worse than they could ever imagine. you thought his normal threats were bad? oh sweetheart, these are far worse!! he’ll go into solid detail and even give ‘warning’ hits.

enter izuku, your longtime crush. ever since you were kids, you have always liked him. loved him, even. you admire how ambitious he is and how far he’s come.

izuku was dense about your crush at first, in all honesty. it wasn’t until he overheard your conversation with katsuki in the dorm stairs one day!!

it was something along the lines of “you can’t love that nerd!” “but i do! and if he feels the same i don’t want you ruining this for me!” “you’re too good for him! plus you’re too young to date anyways!” “katsuki, i’m not a baby anymore! look— if he ends up rejecting me then i’ll tell you. and you can do whatever you want, okay?” “okay. and if he accepts then, i’ll punch him too.” “katsuki no—”

izuku usually isn’t the type for petty revenge but— katsuki has hurt him for long enough. so this would be a great way to get back at him, right..?

now let’s dive into izuku’s little plan—

like i said before, he isn’t one to do this sort of thing. he really isn’t but— katsuki just… fuels a fire in him that he can’t put out.

izuku thought this little idea was crazy (it is), so he confided in someone about it— can you guess who?? wanna know who??? the one and only…

kaminari denki!!

that is correct, he confides in kaminari. see— izuku doesn’t tell kaminari that the person is katsuki’s little sibling.

izuku just tells him “i want to piss this guy off by dating their younger sibling but, i feel like that’s crazy…” and kaminari says “nah dude, if that person is a piece of shit then i say go for it. i mean— if they’re shitty then their sibling probably is too!”

which is very incorrect— you and katsuki aren’t alike.

well— you are?? but also aren’t??? if that makes sense

anyways… izuku was STUPID and took his advice.

so— izuku enacts his plan. he’ll fake confess to you, in front of katsuki. it has to be in front of him. he’ll date you for a bit to make katsuki mad, lead you on a little, then break up with you. easy peasy right?

wrong.

first off, he did confess in front of katsuki but, katsuki punched him right in the face.

second, when you accepted his confession, katsuki punched him again. this time in the stomach.

but hey— anything for petty revenge… ig…?

anywhooo y’all get into a relationship!! and it’s a dream for you, truly. you’re with the person you’ve been in love with for basically your entire life!! and that person loves you back!!!

literally everyone is jealous because you’re the couple. the blueprint. the outcome. the relationship. (or so you and the others thought….)

the relationship is… healthy? i mean, it is healthy if you ignore the fact that izuku is doing this all to piss off katsuki!!

and oh my god— katsuki is fucking angry. he’s always ‘mean mugging’ izuku. he isn’t doing anything,,, physical because you chewed him out for it. like— you really laid into him when he punched izuku. and you had a very lengthy talk with him. so, he’s keeping his hands to himself— for now.

okay moving on from that??? kaminari doesn’t put two and two together when izuku starts dating you— as much as i love him, he isn’t the brightest bulb in the box! yes he’s smart but c’mon……..

which actually brings me to how you found out!!!

so……. one day you and izuku are just walking down the hall to go to his room, y’all planned a cute movie night!!! (which he was really looking forward to) when the lovely kaminari denki comes strolling up to him.

“hey dude! how’s that revenge thing going? it’s been what?? eight?? months— you piss off the guy yet? is he totally mad that you’re with his sibling?” kaminari had the widest grin— he’s so dumb, bless his heart.

“izuku, what does he mean?” “i— kaminari, i don’t—” “huh? he’s dating some guy’s sibling to piss him off cause the dude’s a total piece of shit and i thought maybe the dude’s sibling was shi—” “kaminari! stop it!” izuku slapped his hand over the blonde’s mouth. all you could say was ‘oh’ then you ran towards katsuki’s room, hoping he’d be in there.

“wait— was— was the guy katsuki and the sibling was them!?” kaminari shouted in surprised (jfc…). izuku sighed with a nod. “dude you fucked up. like really fucked up. they were a total hottie?? and super cool?? plus katsuki is gonna be really pissed.” “i know…”

izuku felt so guilty because he was genuinely beginning to fall for you— like seriously!! he’s in love with you and now everything is ruined. i mean, he knew he’d have to tell you at some point because, no relationship should be built on lies but still !!

when you told your brother— he felt beyond pissed, angry, furious, etc. his emotions were indescribable. katsuki genuinely wanted to kill izuku. yeah, he’s always said ‘i’ll kill you’ but it’s not like he ever actually meant it.

but this time—

he really did mean it. he felt like he could commit murder.

“outside.” katsuki grabbed izuku by the collar of his shirt and dragged him through the dorms.

“wait— kacchan just let me explain!” he panicked, he wanted to tell katsuki that he did love you. that his intentions weren’t good at first but his feelings became real very quickly!

“what dumb ass excuse could you possibly have that would make this fuckin’ situation better!?” katsuki’s left hand sparked as he tossed izuku outside the doors.

“i— i’m not trying to make the situation better! i j-just want to explain!” “you have one minute before i blow your head off.”

“i did it to make you mad at first but— but, i ended up really falling for them! seriously! i w-was going to tell them!” “why the fuck would you even think about doin’ that shit!? even i wouldn’t go that low!” katsuki’s hands grew hot. he was on the verge of becoming a murderer.

“i’m sorry! i really am! i just— i was so mad at you and it was petty revenge!” izuku’s hands were raised in defense. “that shit wasn’t revenge! that was fuckin’ with my blood!” katsuki raised his hand to izuku’s face, getting ready to blast him— but he was stopped. “bakugo, midoriya. nezu’s office, now.” a very tired sounding, aizawa demanded.

while that was going down— you were left in katsuki’s room, crying on his floor.

“uhm— hey, it’s just us…” mina, jirou, and kirishima walked in. you wiped your eyes and nose, you didn’t really like being seen in a vulnerable state. something you and katsuki had in common.

“so we uh… kinda heard about what happened from kaminari.” jirou whispered as her jacks poked together. “i’m sorry, he’s a loud mouth…” “and uhm… your brother isn’t exactly quiet either.” kirishima looked to the ground beside you.

“i kinda heard their conversation… midoriya said he loves you…” mina sat beside you. “so what are you gonna do? are you gonna hear midoriya out..?” you shrugged.

even if he really did begin to love you, how could you ever trust him again? and— what if he was lying to your brother just to get an easy out?

you felt sick— and you felt like a fool. you felt so stupid for thinking that your brother’s enemy could actually have feelings for you. you felt like an idiot.

“i think… i think that, maybe, i could hear his explanation but… i won’t forgive him or give him another chance. i can’t trust him again. plus, i’d look like a fool going back to him…” you mumbled into your arms, your knees were to your chest. the three just gave an understanding nod, then, huddled around you for an awkward but, warm, group hug.

“alright.” you heard your brother’s gruff voice from the doorway. “you three, out. now.” he pointed towards his friends and you watched them leave.

“so… what happened?” you asked, your brother plopped down beside you. sitting in his usual ‘delinquent’ position. “almost murdered him. got stopped by aizawa. got scolded by nezu. now ‘m suspended for 5 weeks. gotta do supplementary classes n’ shit.” “i’m sorry, kats.” he scoffed and gave you an ‘are you fucking serious’ look. “why the fuck are you apologizin’!?” you fiddled your fingers, “i got you in trouble…” he rolled his eyes and lightly smacked the back of your head. “idiot, you didn’t. was all me.”

there was a bit of silence, it was a comfortable one. you and katsuki always shared this sort of quiet.

“did they tell you what happened?” he asked in a hushed tone, referring to his friends. “yeah…” “and…?” “and i’m not gonna forgive him or anything. he lied to me. why would i wanna be with a liar? plus, what if he was lying about actually having feelings for me now? i can’t trust him again.”

katsuki gave you a small, smile. one that said ‘i understand. i’m sorry he did that. i’m here for you. and i love you.’

when it comes to him, words weren’t needed most of the time. looks could tell all. and that look told you everything you needed to hear.

i’ll be so real— i was very a teensy bit drunk writing this… so like if it doesn’t make sense or anything i’m so sorry

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #izuku midoriya #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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sashi-ya · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 22: WRITER'S CHOICE Adult! Ishida Uryuu 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

tw: AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, this time. giving him some massages. a lot of fluff but still angst. soft praising. kinda of a "mommy kink". fingering. nipple play. vag sex. a/n: sorry for the big delay, I lost the original file so I had to re write it. Posting it today cause it is Uryu's bd. Happy birthday my sweet love! wc: 2.3k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Your Majesty, I brought you a pain killer” you murmur, leaving a silver tray with a glass of water and the little pill that is intended to end with his migraine.

“Thank you, (Name)” he murmurs, with his forearm covering his eyes and his seat thrown back. Uryu’s feet over his desk, on of his arms hanging loosely to the side… Becoming the King of the Quincy seems more difficult than what you could even think.

“My pleasure, my King” you whisper, bowing even if he can’t see you. You turn around, the sound of your military boots echoing all around the cold room. As cold as white as your Wandenreich uniform.

A sudden invisible force stops you from walking away. As if something -or someone- was holding you by your wrists, it makes you stay completely frozen.

“(Name), can you please make me one more favour?” he asks; Uryu might be the king, but he is still as sweet as when he had first arrived. Years have passed, and the man that now inherited the throne has matured, but never once lost the humanity imbued in his blood.

You immediately turn around, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most than to please your king. Not because it is your duty, but because your body, your soul, your heart… dies, and kills, to do it.

“Yes, my king!” you chime, standing properly right in front of his desk.

Uryu puts down his right foot, and then the left one. His forearm is no longer covering his eyes, and for the first time you see his face without his glasses on. He cracks his neck and stretches his back as much as he can with a grimacing façade.

“I know that what I am about to ask you might sound weird, but… could you help me out with my tensed muscles? See… my neck is killing me” he shily asks, as if he had to ask…

You immediately nod and declare you can help, soon enough you get behind him and his chair and your hands land on his shoulders.

The scent of a subtle perfume reaches your nose, it is too tempting… too delicious. You shake your head; you need to fulfil your duties.

Your fingertips graze his warm skin, just a little touch and you feel your legs quivering. Uryu has always been the only man in your eyes, from the time he was presented when he was still a young boy, to now… the King.

“Your Majesty, I’ll try to ease the contracture on your neck muscles” you inform, slowly and waiting for his approval to go further.

“Yes, please. Use this cream, it might help” he says, grabbing a little container from his desk and handing it to you.

You inspect the contents of it; it’s gonna be useful for sure.

“Sure, my king. A little bit of lubrication will make my hands slide a lot better” you innocently inform, causing Uryu to widen his eyes and choke with his saliva.

You realize, very late, that what you said can be misinterpreted; and so, with burning ears, you prefer to stay silent as you watch Uryu’s cheeks become red as candied apples.

As your hands begin to work, sliding like you predicted easily because of the cream, Uryu squirms more and more. He reminds you of a cat, and oh how you wish he could purr like one too…. Instead, you get something even better; the soft, low, but definitely hearable moan of pleasure when you hit the right spot.

“Mhhj… (Name), that’s the spot. Keep going” he whines, loud enough to be heard by everyone now.

You swallow, you can feel the knot on his nape. It is definitely hard to ease, but you wont give up until your king’s muscles get completely relaxed.

“Y-yes, my King. You have a very hard knot in here. I will try to massage it to make it softer” you stutter, biting your lower lip… abusing of your words might cost you more than your position.

Uryu nods, and his hand reaches his arm. Surprisingly, he slides down one side of white shirt, exposing the milky skin of his shoulder and back.

“You may go further down; I believe it’s the trapezius muscle” he murmurs. Uryu must have taken the king’s position, but he is still a doctor.

You nod soundly and slide down your fingers. He is right, the knot goes down the right side of his spine. And then, right there, in between his shoulder blades, you press harder… causing Uryu to flinch and grunt.

“Ngh… ah… (Name)!” he growls, grabbing your hand to stop you. He does with such force you even squeak.

“Sorry, my king!! I didn’t mean!! I’M SO SORRY” you desperately try to plead for forgiveness. You know he is not gonna kill you, but he is going to probably stop you from keep touching his body… something you had dreamt for so many nights.

But, he doesn’t speak, and you discover he is smiling like never before. Uryu hasn’t let go of your hand yet, but his grip softens just a little.

“Don’t you dare excuse yourself, (Name). Your hands are magical, you literally gave me instant relief with that touch…” he purrs, pleased.

You sigh, alleviated. If you could describe how you felt when he snapped, you may probably say it was like having a heart attack… hurting Uryu would be something you could never forgive to yourself.

“I’m glad it helped my ki-“ you shut up, as he suddenly, and delicately, pulls from your arm towards his chest. You widen your eyes, allowing him to go as further as he wishes. And he does until your fingertips reach for his sternum.

You let the warmth of his flesh imbue in your hand, enjoying the way he then tilts his head to the side and presses his cheek against your forearm. Like a child, in severe need of affection, he seems to be pleased with the physical contact provided by you.

“Just… for a minute or two, stay” he whispers, rather painfully and miserably.

“My King… stay for as long as you may. I will not go away until you order me to do so” you immediately answer back; truth is, that you don’t want to go away either way.

He simply stays in silence; you can feel the side of his lips grazing your skin and the warmth of his breath too. You wish to hug him. You wish with all your heart to lend your embrace to comfort him. You didn’t know he was that sad, but now you could feel it in your blood.

“Please, call me Uryu… I am not a king, I don’t want to be a king” he falters, pulling you even closer to him. So close that your belly hits the backrest of his chair.

You close your eyes; how painful… And, perhaps in an outburst of indecency, you surround his seat to face him.

You look at Uryu with eyes of utmost love; a comforting look that speaks on its own, showing him how much he can trust in you… how much he can, at least for now, depend on you.

“Come…” he murmurs, after looking into your eyes for a couple of seconds. Right then, is when he lets your arm go… just for you to give him your whole body.

You carefully climb on him, straddling your hips over his lap. In silence, and smiling, you let him hug you. You do the same, hugging his head to let him rest on your chest.

“It’s ok… I am here for you, my k-, sorry, Uryu” “Thanks… thanks…”

Almost like a mother, protecting her child, both lay for some time that way. Your chin resting on the crown of his head, his nose buried in your neck.

You hear a very low sob, enough for you to impulsively move his bangs to the side and kiss his forehead. “If you need to cry, cry… but we can solve anything, that what is causing you pain, I will destroy it” you swear, because for love there is nothing you wouldn’t do.

“To destroy what is causing me pain, you might need to destroy everything that surrounds us now” he sighs.

“I would do it right now if you asked me to…” you murmur, kissing his forehead once again.

“Don’t destroy anything… just stay by my side like you did from the very first time I put a step on this place…” Uryu acknowledges your existence, noticing very well you’ve been there for him since forever. “You know, you are just like my mother”

Your eyes become watery; Miss Katagiri had been the very mother of your king. And also, a woman who had served your King’s father, and whose blood has saved the three realms from crumbling.

“I am not in the position to be compared with your mother, Uryu…” you respectfully tell him.

But Uryu doesn’t respond, and instead, grabs your chin violently. He plasters a kiss so impertinent, so dominant, on your lips. “ You are right, you are not like my mother, because I am here so that there are no more people like her. I don’t want you to suffer. You won’t suffer no more” he sighs with his mouth pressed against yours.

You gasp, taking little to no air before he could attack your lips again. A demanding and needy kiss, soon turns to thousands. Tongues dancing, saliva shining on the commissure of your lips.

Uryu bends you over the desk, with your back pressed against it. Some papers fly away, falling like snow into the ground. His hand, playful and dominant, and yet delicate, rip the buttons of your blouse. The star that has changed its meaning, engraved on those metallic studs, now lies also scattered on the floor.

“I’ve been watching you for so long…” he whispers, tracing a path with the tip of his index, from your collarbones to the in-between of your breasts. “And there was no time that I hadn’t lusted for you” he confesses.

Your lids become lazy; your lips, swollen from kissing, barely separating letting Uryu see just a hint of your teeth. Your heart pounding so fast that you can’t even keep the pace of its beating…

“My King…” “For now, just please…Uryu; call me Uryu…”

He bends forward to kiss you again while you are still on his laps with legs hanging on each side. Your white skirt, part of the uniform he let you choose, covers your sexes just enough not to see his erection… but definitely to feel it against your panties, searching for freedom, underneath the thick fabrics of his pants.

There is a fine line that divides misery from lust, and both have just crossed it at once.

Uryu keeps kissing down your neck, reaching your breasts, sucking desperately. Enough to believe he would love for milk to sprout from them. Maybe, maybe one day.

Your hip bucks up, searching for a so needed collision with his manhood. Him, desperate too, slides his hand down your chest, to your belly and soon underneath your skirt. Located your wetness, he shamelessly, let his fingers imbue in the sweet nectar of your heat.

You throw your head back, mouth open in an O shape, trembling as he inserts one and then two fingers in you. And along with his thumb against your clit, he goes in and out with curled index and ring finger hitting your g spot… deliciously accurately.

“I have always listened you call me “my king” so solemnly, but I have always died to hear you moaning it… out of pleasure, out of your lust” he spits, with a smirk you haven’t seen on his face for so long.

Your stomach feels like dropping; the words, the tone with those were pronounced… there it is, the true king you know he can be. There it is, the only man, the one, the first, and the last… to you, for you.

You bite your lip, and while you are about to moan the so expected sounds, he stops you by covering your mouth with his hand.

“No… not yet, let me be inside you first”

You nod, desperate, going crazy, feeling like the time is slowing down… why is it taking so long for him to be finally deep, deep in you?

Uryu kisses your lips once more, and then taking his fingers out of you he helps you to properly lay back on his desk. When he is sure you are safe and comfortable, he proceeds to stand up from his chair.

The Quincy takes his sweet time to undress; first, his shirt. Exposed his chest, then, he let his white pants fall to the ground. Underwear off, then, feeling for the very first time as proud as he can be of his own skin, discovering two eyes that look at his anatomy with pure devotion. With pure lust and desire.

Uryu smiles, this time softly and lovingly. There is no disrespect in his eyes, only need and love. He delicately lifts one of your legs up, he is planning on going deep from the very start.

With his sex, hard, dripping, throbbing and so ready on his hand, he comes closer to your entrance. He lets the weight of his body to fall on his left arm as he tops you. Uryu’s beautiful onyx hair falls down, framing his fine features, his handsome looks.

“Ready?” he asks, biting your lower lip after. “Yes…” you answer, in total awe.

Uryu lips tremble, his pupils dilate and fix in yours.

“Let me make you mine…” he whines, as he lets his hardness penetrate you to the deepest point he can reach. Enjoying the way your back arches, with his hand on the small of it and his teeth grazing your chin.

“Nhg… yes, my King… I love you so, so, so much my King!” “That’s good, that’s very good…love… ngh…”

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arguablysomaya · 2 years ago

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Hello!! Do you have any more Damian and Tim centric fic recs? I need more sibling bonding and/or angst in my life

I'm so glad you asked!!!

by keeptogethernow

The Waynes are on "vacation", the new summer house hasn't been properly secured, and when Damian wakes up to here someone banging on the door downstairs, he quickly finds out that it really sucks to have to pretend to be a normal kid in these situations.

A true classic. I love Home Alone

by the lovely @batshit-birds <3

No one here has the right wing type for the sheer dive it would take to reach Damian before he hits the water like it’s concrete.

No one here except Tim.

the Bats learn the hard way not to bring an unfledged vigilante to a midair battle

A very very sweet wingfic!!

by @fleur-de-violette

Most of the time, Tim thought before he acted. But when he saw the guy swinging a hammer at an unsuspecting Robin, he just acted. He didn’t think of the consequences on his arm, or on the WE event he had the next day, for that matter.

something i really like about these fics is that the authors really explore the fact that while Damian and Tim may not necessarily get along, they still love each other and protect each other. i love they <3

In which Damian's dead and Tim has lost one too many people to accept that.

Platonic Orpheus-Eurydice not-AU set after Damian's canonical death

AHHHHH OOHHHHH MY GODDDDDD i love this fic so muchhhh i come back to it whenever I need angst

by @solemnmagpies

“Perhaps you should consider a nap,” Damian replies, with as much sarcasm as he can muster.

For some reason, Damian’s suggestion just makes Tim laugh. Well, sleep deprivation has been known to cause a number of strange side effects, and Tim was never all that normal to begin with.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes flicking back to whatever garbage he is watching. “I’ll do my best.”

Tim gets hit by something, and now he can't fall asleep. Damian is not concerned, not even a little bit; he just wants Tim out of the house again, that's all. Honest.

(He is maybe a little concerned.)

There's just something about tim & damian and whump that hits different

by @crows-murder

Tim squints at him, frowning. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Surely, surely they wouldn’t be dumb enough--

Gates opens the door leading into one of the empty conference rooms and Tim freezes on the spot. Yes, in fact, his little brother is dumb enough to get caught by these idiots. And yes, these idiots are dumb enough to capture fucking Robin.

Tim can feel a tension headache forming.

“What. The fuck,” he says, because he can’t say anything else without breaking character.

He is going to murder Damian.

nothing says "family bonding" like watching ur little brother get tortured by the gang ur undercover investigating

by @whatatime30

Damian helps Tim through a tough time, and Tim ends up helping him a bit too. The rest of the family notices.

Tim & Damian troll their family by practicing healthy psychological habits

#theres one more i’m looking for i’ll post it later but here #fic rec #batfam #batfam fic rec #batfam fanfiction #dc comics #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #dc #dcu #shut up somaya #dc universe #tim drake #damian wayne

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bbyquokka · 2 years ago

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– hate/love

→ PAIRING: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: lovers to enemies | enemies with benefits | angst | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: what use to be is no more. you and Jeongin cannot stand each other, but that doesnt stop you from agreeing on being 'enemies with benefits'.

→ WORDS: 2.7k

→ SONG INSPO: main inspo + title – extra

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

“I hate you so much. I hope you know that.”

“Yeah yeah. Say that when you're not balls deep inside my cunt, Jeongin.” You scoff.

“Not my fault you come crawling to me every time you're sexually frustrated.”

“Who says I am?” You manage to say before you groan, Jeongin's tip hitting your sweet spot constantly, sending pleasure to ripple throughout your body.

“Judging by how greedy your cunt behaves around me, it's clear as day that you don't get any action anymore.” Jeongin gives you a smug look, the corner of his lips turning upwards in a smug eating grin.

You roll your eyes, tongue in cheek. “Whatever makes you happy, Jeongin.” You give him a sarcastic smile, hands gripping onto his biceps as his hips smack against yours ruthlessly.

“Oh? Not denying it are we. Must be true.”

“No. I just don't want to bruise that precious ego of yours Jeongin. God knows what would happen if I did.” You coo mockingly, causing Jeongin to scoff.

“You're such a bitch, y/n.”

“So are you but you don't see me complaining.”

Jeongin and you used to be a thing. You met through mutual friends, went on a couple of dates before you both became official. The first few months were fine, everything was pleasant and pleasurable. The right amount of love as well as sex made your relationship feel stable.

You both made each other happy and whilst sometimes you had arguments, you always kissed and made up in the form of passionate, love making.

However, once the honeymoon period was over, that's when the cracks started to show.

Arguments slowly started to become a new thing between you two. Jeongin started hanging out with a new group, people who were not good for him. The type of people who would drink, party 'till four am and think it's okay to cheat on their better halves.

Jeongin became blind to it. He started to love this new, fuckboy lifestyle of his, you, on the other hand, despised it. You tried to warn him, to tell him about how bad this new lifestyle is, but he never listened.

Both of you soon couldn't stand being in the same room as each other. That love you both had, turned bitter and sour, festering into hatred until you left.

He didn't care and truthfully, neither did you. Although he never cheated on you, you couldn't stand the person he became. He wasn't the Jeongin you first knew and loved, he became a stranger.

"Fuck, shit – ah." Jeongin moans, panting above you as his hips smack into you. You grunt with each thrust, body twisting and turning with each thrust

You whimper, nails digging into the skin of his biceps causing Jeongin to hiss in pain.

"Do you have to do that?" He grunts, looking at the marks.

"Do what?"

"Mark me." You raise a brow, scoffing before tilting your neck to the side. Deep, purple bruises sit proudly on your skin, scattered everywhere on your neck. Jeongin looks at your neck and smirks, shrugging.

"You like it, y/n."

"Do I?" You question, looking back at him.

"I didn't hear you complaining. If anything, you were moaning and begging for me, grinding this greedy cunt down on my thigh."

You flush a deep red, walls contracting and squeezing around Jeongin's length as you recall. Jeongin smirks, noticing how quiet and red you've gone. He feels smug, ego ballooning. To him, this is nothing more than just a game.

He cannot stand you. He doesn't necessarily hate you, he did and possibly still does love you but because of that, he hates himself for it. Everytime he looks at you, everything he once felt comes flooding back; that's why he cannot stand you.

He wants to be able to forget about you, forget the feeling of love he has, bury it deep in his brain alongside the bittersweet memories he has of you.

He hates himself for choosing that lifestyle and still sticking to it. He saw the pain on your face every time he returned home late. He heard your silent cries at night, you choking on air because you couldn't breathe. He wanted to comfort you; but he coward out, felt like he didn't have a right to comfort you when he is the one causing all the pain.

He couldn't stop though. He wanted to but he couldn't, he's in too deep. Partying 'til four am, being blackout drunk is easy for him because he doesn't feel. He forgets. Forgets about you, feelings, memories. It's wrong of him, but he needs to forget.

Soon, drinking himself into oblivion stopped working. Everytime he thought of you, his thoughts turned sexual. Masturation only works for a small while. He needed to feel you around him.

He felt like he didn't have a right to request an 'enemies with benefits' relationship. You haven't spoken since the break up, so requesting something like that out of the blue, seems absurd. What Jeongin didn't bank on was you actually agreeing to it.

Truthfully, you too, also couldn't stop thinking about him. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn't help but crave for him. One would say, the relationship is toxic however, he's the best sex you've had in a while and despite everything hurtful he's said and done to you; you couldn't help but crave him.

"I hate you so much, Jeongin. I hope you know that." You grunt as he pulls out off you before flipping you on all fours.

"Shut up. You're annoying me with your empty words."

"Empty? Who says my words don't hold any meaning?" You both groan, Jeongin reinserting himself in your tight cunt as he holds onto your hips tightly.

"C'mon. If you truly hated me…fuck this pussy is too good… then you wouldn't have agreed to this relationship." You clench your jaw, looking down at the sheets below. He’s right.

Deep down, you don't hate him. Much like him, you want to but you can't. After the break up, you wanted him back more than anything in the world. You would’ve fought tooth and nail to have him back in your life, despite everything he has said and done, so when he offered you this bizarre relationship, you saw it as a blessing in disgust.

It’s a way of venting out your frustrations to him and vice versa. You’re both polar opposites. You'll never be able to fit perfectly together again, that part is dead and gone. The only chemisty that remainds is sexual. He knows what you like and you know what he likes. He hates to admit it, but he’s never felt anything as good as your mouth and pussy before. Is he addicted? Yes and you know it.

“How do you know what I'm thinking? Why do you know me so well?” You whisper, a sudden burning lump forming in the back of your throat. Jeongin slows down his thrusting, tears falling from your eyes onto the bed sheets with soft plops. “You're a parasite.”

“Excuse me?” Jeongin raises his brow.

“You heard me. You’re a fucking parasite Jeongin. You’re there, you’re always there, crawling around in my head, consuming my thoughts, my energy. Sucking the life out of me! I hate you so much you have no idea! After the way you treated me like im some fucking joke to you, i despise you. Yet, I need you to feel alive.”

Jeongin stops his movements, cock buried deep inside you as you sniff. You hastily wipe away your tears, heart shattering and feeling heavy. Jeongin bites his lip hard, hating that he is the cause of your pain.

"I'm sor–"

"Why did you stop?" You question, interrupting him. You look at him from over your shoulder, Jeongin blinking at you.

"You're upset." He whispers, stroking your waist out of habit.

"So? Since when did you care about my feelings? Plus, I don't recall telling you to stop."

"You're unbearable sometimes, y/n." Jeongin sighs, picking his tempo back up. You hum, closing your eyes as pleasure resume, blocking out your thoughts and feelings; feelings you don't want to feel anymore.

"But you come running back to me." You state, waiting for a cocky response. Silence. You scoff, tongue in cheek.

Jeongin grips you hips tightly, his cock stroking your walls in its usual delicious manner. Your body tingles with pleasure, mind slowly becoming foggy. Your focus shifts onto the pleasure, the dull ache in your lower back, the hands caressing your back.

It's blissful. You're able to forget, even just for a moment.

"Fuck, Jeongin. There…right there." You scream out as he hits your sweet spot. He grunts, continually assaulting that spot, making you see stars and feel weak.

A dumb smile plasters across your face, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your arms give up in supporting your weight. Your head flops down on the sheets softly, lips parted as drool spills.

"Pathetic. You're so fucking pathetic y/n." Jeongin sneers, tsking at you. All you could do is hum, his words ringing in your ear like white noise.

Jeongin pulls out off you, rolling you back onto your back before pushing himself back inside. He plants his hands by your head, leaning over you as he thrusts erratically, movements uncoordinated. His hips smack against yours, causing your body to jolt upwards from the sheer power.

You loosely hold onto his shoulder, looking up at him. Jeongin swallows, your dumb face making his hips stutter. Drool drying up on your cheeks, a pink tint lays across them. Hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

"Jeongin…. Good. You feel so good."

"You say that all the time, y/n." Jeongin sighs.

"But it's true. I hate you but gosh, I love your fucking cock. It feels so good, Jeongin. More. Give me more!"

"Shut up. Holy shit. You say you hate me yet you act like a fucking slut for me." He grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together to form a pout. You giggle, toes curling as you're forced to look at him.

"What is it, mhm? Can't get any else to fuck your greedy hole as good as me? Addicted to my cock, princess?"

"Yes, yes! I'm addicted to your cock, Jeongin! No one can ever fuck me as good as you." You mewl, walls squeezing around Jeongin length. Jeongin grunts, sighing before letting go of your face.

"I hate you." Jeongin kneels up, grabbing your inner thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he holds them wide apart, groaning as he watches his cock disappear inside you with each push

"I L-Love you. love you, I love you Jeongin." You whimper. Jeongin clenches his jaw, the muscles visible. He dips his head low, eyes squeezing shut as he listens to you repeat those three cursed words.

"Kiss." You weakly beg. "Want a kiss please."

Jeongin bites his lip, unsure of whether he should or not. He looks down at you, your lips in a pout ready and waiting. He couldn't help but think about how cute and adorable you look for him. He gives up, leaning down and kissing your lips.

The kiss is tender but sloppy. You cling onto him, not wanting to let go. You know that as soon as all this is over, you're back to your usual routine of thinking and feeling. Spending your nights craving, crying for the man you want.

You whimper in the kiss, legs wrapping around Jeongin's hips making it harder for him to keep up his powerful thrusts. He opted to bury his cock deep inside you, thrusting slowly. Your juices spill, coating his cock in a new layer of slick with each push back.

His body shivers, your walls wet and warm. Wet sounds of your soaked cunt echoing in the bedroom. Your desperate hums and pleads of "More" ringing in Jeongins ears, swimming around in his head.

Jeongin tries to pull away but you hold him close, lips inches apart. Jeongin looks at you, his eyes darting across your face taking in each detail. His heart swells with sadness.

He wants nothing more than to hold you tight, to turn back the clock to when times used to be good; but it's too late now. The damage is already done.

"Jeongin…" You whisper, tangling your fingers in his sweaty lock of hair.

"Mhm?"

"Don't leave me again." Jeongin bites his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"I never left you, you left me, remember?" Tears well in your eyes slowly, pooling and falling from the corners of your eyes.

"But you did leave me. You left me behind. You picked them over me."

"I'm sorry…"

"No you're not. You never apologize because your ego is too big."

"But I am." Jeongin whispers against your lips. "If I could turn back time, I would."

"You're so cruel." You laugh, sadness evident in your voice. Your face scrunches up, tears cascading down your face. "You're so f-fucking cruel."

"I know. I'm sorry." Jeongin's own cheeks grew wet with tears. He kisses your lips sweetly to help calm you down, the kiss filled with sorrow and what used to be. You loosen your legs around his waist allowing him to powerfully thrust into you.

This time, his thrusts are powerful but slow. They drive every moan and whimper from your body, making you shiver and crave more. Your ability to think disappears once again, your mind clouded with thoughts of Jeongin.

Your walls hold a tight grip around Jeongin, heat pooling to the pit of your stomach. You pant, head flopping from side to side as you drag your nails down Jeongin's back. He hisses, feeling his own orgasm approaching.

"Jeongin–" You groan, back arching into him as your orgasm washes over you in waves. Your body tingles, walls clamping down as your juices spill out. Your toes curl as you grip onto Jeongin. Jeongin holds you close to him, soothing you during your orgasm to bring you back down to reality.

His hips falter, cock twitching as his own orgasm washes over him. He cums deep inside, shallowly thrusting to ride out his high.

"More, I want more of you Jeongin." You whimper as he pulls out of you.

"No more."

"Why?!"

"Because you're not you. You're not thinking straight."

"That's the thing, I don't want to think!" You protest, sitting up. Jeongin sighs softly, stroking your cheek softly.

"I'm sorry, but no more darling." Jeongin walks to the bathroom, filling up the tub with some water. You bite your lip, hissing a little at the dull ache that's approaching between your legs, thighs and back.

Jeongin returns shortly after, picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom. He gently places you in the tub, the warm water soothing your aching muscles.

"Join me." You whisper, looking up at him.

"Not this time, darling." Jeongin smiles weakly. You nod, looking down at your reflection in the water. He disappears for a few seconds, returning with an ice cold bottle of water.

"Do you really hate me?" You whisper. Jeongin sighs softly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub

"No. I don't."

"Then why say it?" You look up at him, slowly coming back down to reality. Feelings you didn't want to feel slowly creeping their way back, making you feel sick to the stomach.

"Why do you say it to me?" Jeongin shot back. You sigh, sitting back in the bathtub, running your fingers through your damp hair.

"Because I hate how I feel when I'm with you. I hate how I remember everything when I don't want to anymore. I don't want to love you, but I can't get over you. Why'd you think I agreed to this stupid relationship?"

Jeongin nods in acknowledgement, looking down at the bathroom floor.

"I know, I'm sorry y/n, truly." You hum, feeling too exhausted to keep up the conversation. "Do you think we could go back to the way we used to be?" Jeongin asks carefully.

"Truthfully, no. The damage is already done, Jeongin. This relationship is too toxic and damaged. If it wasn't for sex, we'd be arguing right now."

"Then I guess the only way to keep you close to me, is to keep up with this relationship; no matter how bizarre it seems."

→ note: uh, i have no words. idk, i thought of this when i listened to the songs linked. did i have fun writing this? yes. did it make me sad and feel things? yes. anyways, enjoy! dont forget to reblog, interact and give feedback ‹3

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terapsina · 2 years ago

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Question of the hour. Can someone figure out what my shipping type is through ten of my all time favorite OTPs?

I ask because I can't.

1. Swan Queen.

Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Angst. The Evil Queen and the Savior. Divorced Moms Feeling. Co-parenting their kid plus town. Battle Couple. Obsessed With Each Other's Happy Ending.

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2. Elejah.

Tragically Opposite Sides. Mirrors of Each Other. Loyalty. Family. Betrayal. Humanity. Mutual Respect. Regret. Cruelty. Inherent Understanding of What Makes The Other Tick. Full of Weirdly Reciprocated Awe. Casually Dropping 'Always and Forever' in Basically a Love Letter.

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3. Pardison.

Utterly Fluffy. Sweet. Friends to Lovers. The Hacker and the Thief. Each Other's Safe Space. Good Communication. Rock-solid Foundation. Completely Without Problematic Aspects and Yet Extremely Interesting.

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4. Hizzie.

Enemies to Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Squabbling Like an Old Married Couple. Bitches Against The World. But Also Very Soft. Actually Kinda Obsessed With Each Other. Would Kill For Each Other. Would Also Occasionally Want to Murder Each Other. Right Person, Wrong Time. More Romantic Than They Think They Are. Multiple Jealousy Scenes.

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5. Bellarke.

The Sloooooowest of Burns. The Head and The Heart. Everyone Including Their Friends, Their Families, Their Antagonists and Their Separate Love Interests Sees It. Completely In Love With Each Other. Being Apart Breaks Them. Each Other's Weak Spot. Also Each Other's Strength. Absolute Idiots. Not Actually Unrequited.

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6. Graylora.

My Newest Babes. The Prince Turned Mage and the Destined Empress. Initially Unrequited. Friends to Future Lovers. Inspire Hope in Each Other. Find Strength Through The Other's Faith. Awkward Turtleducks. Seeking Purpose and Fearing Destiny. Torn Apart and Longing To Reunite. Tragic "Death" Scene and Savage Vengeful Reaction.

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7. Clizzy.

Tactile Agony. No But Seriously So Much Touching. Meet-cute Head Bump. Constant Overt Flirting. BFFs to lovers. Falling For Her Brother's Girlfriend. More Chemistry Than The Canon Wants to Allow. Delicious Vibes Of Undercurrent Longing. Just Kiss You Fools.

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8. Spuffy.

Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Squabbling Children to Nearly Frenemies to Almost Friends to Doomed Lovers to Actual Friends to Lovers. They're a Comedy. They're a Tragedy. They Don't Work and Yet They Do. They're a Rollercoaster of Pain. They Can Be Alone Together. They Trusted Each Other Even Back Before They Liked Each Other. They've Seen The Best and The Worst Of Each Other. No Other Ship Has Hurt Me As Much as This One. The Slayer and The Vampire Who Got His Soul For Her.

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9. Kahlan/Cara.

The Mother Confessor and The Mord Sith. Reluctant Allies to Enemies to Friends to Lovers. The Confessor Who Chose to Spare Her Sister's Killer. And The Trained Killer Who Couldn't Make Herself Kill The Confessor Even To Save Her. Even Though She Has Magic Resurrection Powers. TWICE. Sexual Tension Oozing Through The Screen. Kahlan Wouldn't Be Able to Confess Cara Either, Fight Me.

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10. Green Queens.

Two Sociopathic Queens In Love. Would Totally Enslave The Galaxy If Their Families Didn't Hit Them Over The Heads With Rolled Up Newspapers and Say 'NO! BAD QUEENS! No family dinners for you'. Would Do Cold Blooded Slaughter For Each Other. Kinda Have Actually. Sharing Immortality Because What's The Point of Living Forever if They're Not Together.

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So that's it. Ten of my favorite ships. Do they have a common element? I don't know, I'VE certainly never been able to identify one.

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brook-e-lynns · 2 years ago

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OUR LAST NIGHT |FRANKIE MORALES

Summary : your group of friends all lived in a small town with nothing much to do, growing up together means getting in trouble together and with strict parents you all needed a place to wind down which is where you found the trail, field and lake everyone’s safe place and firsts for everything, but your all growing up and have futures to think about.

Warnings: angst, smut car sex, fingering, PinV, riding, unprotected (please wrap it boo boo) separation, mentions of military ,fighting.

Notes: none of the characters are the same age as the movie so the oldest they get is like mid 30’s.

I think I’m gonna do a second part to this because I feel like it was a good place to stop but also feel like it needs more!

Comments likes and reblogs or any type of feedback is greatly appreciated

Based off of this video

Growing up in a small town as a group of teenage kids it was known that you’d all get in trouble, it was definitely inevitable especially with Benny who has the personality of a golden retriever and almost always listened to his intrusive thoughts, Will being the complete opposite of Benny, trying to stay out of trouble and taking every action with a grain of salt thinking of all possible outcomes which he would always announce to the group of friends but he has FOMO, so of course he joins with every stupid thing you guys have ever done. Frankie was the heart of the group, he was the one that took care of everyone and everything, it was something you always loved about him he was caring and sweet, he was a physical touch kind of person though he’d never admit it. And then there’s Santi who was the one with to stupid ideas. All of them were extremely protective over you which got them into more trouble than you’d like to admit.

Everything was perfect even though you never wanted to go home because you’d either be alone or find your dad drunk on the couch, and nothing would change, you took care of your own father then he had ever taken care of you in your life. Your mother spent her time working full time to provide for you and your little brother. Your families were close so having dinners and outings together wasn’t unusual But no matter what you all would always end up on the spot, because it has been there since the beginning.

2006

Sword fights with whatever random sticks you could find Frankie, Santi and Will were sixteen while you and Benny were fifteen but of course that didn’t stop anything. Chasing each other through the long overgrown grass of the yellow dry fields, Benny loved making random sounds with his mouth every time he'd swing his stick around acting as if he was hitting Will. Giggles erupting from everyone and both Benny and Will continued to fight rolling through the grass making it as dramatic as they could. Benny gets “stabbed” by will, Frankie and santi crying out for Benny “ you killed Benjamin what do you have to say for yourself” you say “ tell my mother that I am not sorry” he laughs before Benny stabs him making him fall to the ground. “ This is my revenge story,” Benny shouted. Everyone let out laughs that made your stomachs hurt.

2009

Will and Ben stole plywood from their fathers shed, and possibly one of the dumbest things they could do was sled down the hill with them. They had to make things worse by adding a pile of snow at the bottom which would always end up with someone falling off the wood board and rolling the rest of the way down the hill.

Then of course you guys got the couch which was from will and ben's grandma, one that definitely looked like an old lady had it in her living room with her five cats , light pink with slightly darker pink flowers patterned across the fabric. It would always be something you loved spending late nights with the guys just to watch the sunset or even just sit and talk, someone always had something to say it was mostly ben but that was just because he thinks of crazy things and needs answers, which none of you were qualified to answer.

But there are always the bad days, frankie and his mother had spent most of the after noon fighting over what he's gonna do after graduation which he still had no clue what he wanted she wants him to go to school and become a business man so that someone in his family could be successful but that's not what frankie wanted, but she didn't care what he wanted it was her way or no way. You had lived next to Frankie and his family for quite a while that you knew nothing good was happening. Frankies front door swung open, storming out shortly after his mother right on his tail stopping before she left the front porch. “ Francisco Morales, if you don't get back into this house right now i swear to god” he trudges across his front lawn of his home to his truck parked by the curb. “ what do you think you are doing” she fumes “ i'm doing what i do best ma, disappointing you!” he says back before opening his truck door and pulling away from the curb. Which you knew exactly where he would end up. You sigh and climb back into your car. And pulling back of the driveway of your home head to where you knew where he'd be.

You showed up to the safe place , his truck off away from the trail and parked in the middle of the field you parked on the trail pulling the red blanket out of the back seat of your car. You closed the door before making your way towards the truck in the field, the dry grass crunching under your boots. You finally make it to his truck, the back of it facing the water where his tailgate laid open, him sitting in the bed of the truck head resting against the back window. “ hey, thought i'd find you here” you say softly before climbing in to sit next to him. He let out a quiet sigh before nodding his head as you sit close to him unfolding the blanket to cover both of your laps. “ Is she still trying to get you to go to college?” you ask he's quiet but nods his head, he's nearly on the brink of tears barely able to hold them back. “I'm gonna end up disappointing her anyways” he forces out. You reach for his hand bringing it to your lap before intertwining your finger together, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. “ i dont think thats true” you say though you both know that no matter what he chooses to do she's always going to be disappointed in him about something. You rest your head onto his shoulder, his head turning to kiss your forehead. “ what if you stayed, then you'd be helping your dad with work” you mention “ yeah but my moms response to that is going to be ‘ he can handle himself he's a grown ass man''’' he mimics his mothers words. “I'm just deemed to fail.” he says “ i dont think thats true, but you'll figure it out you always do and if you do decide to go to college i can help you with applying to some schools” you offer knowing that would at least ease his nerves just a little bit more.

You sit in silence for what feels like forever, huddled up against each other, your head against his shoulder with his cheek pressed against the top of your head your hands still locked together “you know that i love you right” he says quietly almost under his breath, his thumb copies yours running against the back of your hand. You nod your head “I love you too” though both of you said it as friends every single word was laced with what you both wanted it to be even though you were both too scared to admit that you wanted it to be more and not have to hide your feelings the way you both do.

You both knew it was getting late but neither of you wanted to let go and Frankie sure as hell didn't want to go back home. But eventually you did, as much as you hated leaving Frankie like this but you knew that you'd also be in trouble if you had stayed.

2010

Things got better until Will enlisted into the military and where Will goes, Ben goes . It didn't take long for Santi to join them in the stupid idea and soon it was going to be just you and Frankie until Frankie asked you to meet him at the trail and you knew nothing good was going to come out of it. Frankie had just turned twenty which meant he had less time to figure out what the hell he's gonna do.

Your car tires threw up the dirt from the trail leaving a track of dust behind it and there Frankie was sitting on the shitty old lady couch that you all grew to love. His arms are resting on his knees, his head hung low before he looks up at you. When your eyes meet your heart sinks to your stomach. His eyes are red and puffy like he’s been crying, his brows are pinched together and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. You pick up your pace dropping to your knees in front of him, you instantly place your hands to hold his face, making him look at you. “Hey what’s going on” you panic, which instantly makes Frankie want to start crying again. “I’m sorry” he apologizes “for what?!” You ask if his eyes are watering nearly spilling over. “I enlisted,” he says quietly like he didn’t want to say it. “I’m going with the rest of them” it’s quiet for a second before you speak again “are you happy?” you're upset but you want them to be happy, you want Frankie to be happy. He softly nods, unsure of himself. “I’d be taken care of, id have housing and a good job” he answers “ but are you happy Frankie” he’s biting the inside of his cheek “ Frankie answer my question please” “ no, but I wouldn’t have to take any more shit from my family and it’s something that my parents wouldn’t be as disappointed about and it’s to late now I leave in two months” and with that your heart breaks because not only are all of the boys leaving you but frankie is leaving too which means your gonna be alone in this shitty town. You slowly nod and you can feel the tears coming to the surface threatening to spill over your water line. “Two months?” your voice finally breaks causing you to breathe in staggered breaths. Frankie nods “ do you know when or if you will come back?” you asked, you needed every answer you could possibly get. He shakes his head as you climb off the ground sitting next to him on the beloved pink old lady couch, you felt like you were surrounded by memories now looking at the things around you, the old wood kitchen chairs that sat next to the couch, the random barrels that you’d make bonfires in the winter with random shit from the trees. When the lake was frozen you’d always play hockey with sticks and chunks of ice, it was every laugh and stupid joke and stupid ideas, every heart break this was the spot, and now you only had two months.

As it started to get late and the colder you got, until you both decided to move to frankies truck to at least have some sort of heating. You sit in the middle of the front bench seat so you could be as close as you could be to him. “ Will you promise me that you'll come back?” you say softly, knowing that you're gonna cry. He turns to kiss your temple before mumbling “i promise” you look up at him just staring at his umber brown eyes before his eyes flick back and forth between your eyes and your lips forming a whole new atmosphere you’d never been in with him, the space between the two of you slowly closing before he reaches his hand to cup your cheek before bringing himself closer to you, Your lips finally touching. It was everything you have ever wanted in this moment, every single feeling you have ever had for him coming to the surface. His hand moves from your cheek to your waist, yours snaked in the hairs at the back of his neck lacing them through his brown curls. He grabs your hip pulling you closer to him until you take full action to climb on top of him, your legs straddling him, his hands readjusting on your hips slowly finding their way up your shirt meeting the warm skin of your back causing you to melt further into him. his lips firmly to yours, eagerly moving them. You cup his cheek. He finally pulls away looking back at you, his state soft and intoxicating, he looks at you both out of breath, your chest heaving and your heart rapidly beating. You can see just in his eyes that he’s asking for permission to move forward. You give him a soft nod letting him continue. He tugs at the hem of your top and you help him to remove your top discarding it to the passenger seat, followed by swiftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms. He is quick to bring you closer to him, his lips meeting your collar bone causing you to lean your head back letting out a quiet moaning breath. Frankie trailed his hands all over your body, kneading and caressing your flesh You pulled away out of breath “this isn’t fair” you laugh tugging at his shirt. “ I’ll make it even then” he says before crossing his arms to pull his shirt over his head discarding it with yours. “Much better” you laugh before giving him soft short pecks against his lips, before your hands slowly move to the buckle of his belt undoing it, him doing the same, unbuttoning your jeans pulling at your zipper before slipping his hands under the denim pulling it from your body and down your legs, lifting your legs to help him pull them off Adding them to the pile. Left in only your panties Frankie’s hands meet your thighs caressing the soft skin.

You move your hair off your shoulder allowing it to fall on your back. You lift your hips off of Frankie before helping him remove his jeans pulling them down his thighs before you lower yourself back down, your core meeting him. You let out a soft breath at the feeling. “ god I’ve wanted this for years” you sigh allowing you eyes to shut as you lean you forehead against his, your hands cradling the back of his neck “that makes two of us” he laughs reconnecting his lips to yours. he let his fingers tease your thighs, tracing circles on them gently, almost as he’s trying to comfort you. His hand moves to feel you through your underwear, finding the damp fabric there and groaning when your hips bucked up into his touch. Your soft moan made him let out a chuckle and he looked up at your eyes as your hand moved to hold his wrist trying to keep it in the same place not wanting him to move. Every gentle touch makes you whine, his fingers slipped into your underwear, finding the warmth of your center and bringing some of your slick up to rub your clit slowly. pressing his thumb to the small bundle of nerves, your chest heaving as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You break the kiss leaning your head against his, listening to the moans that he’s pulling from you before tilting his head to kiss your forehead his fingers working their magic, curling them inside you and bringing up the speed, your hand grips his wrist following him as he continues to push his digits inside of you. “Frankie” you cry out which encourages him to move his thumb fast against your clit. Butterflies flutter endlessly in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit” you moan, rolling your hips into his next pump. “Fra-Frankie.” You whimper, biting down on your lip your entire body reacts when you cum. You stiffen, back arching. Your body slowly relaxes, melting right into him while you let out panting breaths. He lets you breathe for a little before he starts to remove your damp panties. easy to maneuver as he guided the material off your body.

He watched as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing up into you, your nails digging into his shoulder, Frankie bottomed out. He stays still in you a moment to let you adjust, before you start to move on top of him, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace. You weren’t going to last long with the way he filled you, clenching around him, his hands on your hips guiding you against him. Frankie swore under his breath Which easily pulled a groan from both of you as he finally reached his high. You whimpered at the feeling of his release filling you, an absolute blissful feeling causing you to do the same. Letting your body relax into his still holding onto you resting your head against his forehead. “ Please don’t leave” you whisper to him “I have to” he replies, his hand on your waist thumb stroking against your stomach. Your hand cradles his face, your thumb rubbing against the stubble of his chin. “promise me you’ll come back” you ask him again needing to solidify his answer, you both sit in silence for a second just looking at each other “ I promise”

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One month later

“ Benny I swear to god don’t stand up!” You all shout, you're all in the middle of the lake on a small boat shoving the five of you onto it which you're not sure how you haven’t sunk yet but Benny is really testing the capabilities of the boat, leaning side to side trying to tip the boat all of you yelling at him. “ Benny sit down” “that literally rule number one of boats don’t stand up in a boat” “Benny I’m going to push your dumbass into the water”

You cling to Frankie’s arm for dear life. Benny finally sits down evening the weight of the boat “you guys are such buzzkills” he pouts. You were terrified to see them all go not knowing what you’d do if you lost any of them. Once you found out that they were leaving you decided to apply for colleges to take classes for child education, if they were leaving this shit town then so were you, though it worked out both the way you wanted and the way you didn’t want it to.

You had gotten home and stared at the envelope on your bed you family shortly following you, you slowly opened the letter quickly reading the words in a mumble.

“ Y/n Y/l/n , Congratulations! We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into our University's child education program for the fall 2010 semester. We would love to meet with you on Thursday, May 23rd at 12:00pm.”

Your heart plummeting to your stomach while your family's cheers are slowly fading out as you are struck with the thought that this would be you last night, you no longer had as much time as you wanted all plans slowly slipping through your fingers. “sweetheart this is great-“ your mother encouraged, stopping when she noticed the expression on your face “what’s wrong” she asked her hand touching your arm trying to comfort you. “ I thought I would have more time” you sobbed your letter crumbled in your hands as you broke down. Your mother gave you a nod knowing exactly what you were thinking. You no longer had a month left, you had less than twenty-four hours.

You left your home running to Frankie’s knowing that you wanted more time, you needed more time.

You find your way to the front door making it to the kitchen finding his mother washing fruit in the sink. “ oh hi hun-“ she pauses “what’s wrong?!”

“ Where's Frankie?!” You urge “ he’s in the garage” she says she knew that if you needed him then you needed him no questions asked. You run out the back door towards the open garage, his grease covered shirt covering the muscles of his back. He turns to see who came out of the house your walk slowly picking up pace to a jog before you crash into him wrapping your arms around him tightly. “ hey what’s wrong” he pulls you away holding your face in his hands. Your tear stained cheeks, and red puffy eyes meeting his brown eyes. “ I got accepted” you sob “ that’s great, when do you leave! We should celebrate this weekend!” You shake your head knowing you're about to ruin every plan that he is thinking of. “ Tonight is my last night, I leave in the morning” Frankies face loses all hope, his smile turning to a sad aching expression. “Wow I- um- I’m really happy for you” he says softly, his head drops. You no longer had time, you no longer had room for everything you wanted to do, no longer had a month left, instead you had less then twenty-four hours before you’d leave your family ,your best friends and the love of your life who was also your first.

Frankie pulls you back into a hug, his hand rubbing the small of your back trying to comfort you. Balling up the back of his shirt in your fists. He cradles the back of your head, his lips meeting your hairline.

That was it ,your last night together, spent sitting around the place you knew as your safe haven though it wasn’t the place it was the people, the ones that had been through it all with you. You were now going to be separated for who knows how long. But that was your last night together.

That next morning was rough. You had spent the night packing a bag. Your family was going to pack the rest of your stuff you needed and bring it to you within the week. Though it was a five hour drive, it still wasn’t ideal.

Your car being packed with part of your life in it, you close the trunk, your eyes catching the boys making their way to you, you give them a sad smile in all of your time that you had known each other you had never been separated for more than a week or two but now you’d be going possibly months without each other. “Well this is it” you shrug “I’m proud of you” Will says, earning an elbow to the stomach from Benny “sorry, we’re proud of you” he waves his finger gesturing to everyone. You can feel yourself about to cry, biting the inside of your lip to try and hold it back.

You step to hug each of them after your parents. They each had a different hug but Frankie’s was the hardest to let go. “ Please don’t kill each other, and don’t get killed” you warn them as you're standing at the driver's side, the door open and the engine running.

They all watch your car as you leave, Frankie wanted to chase after you but he knew he couldn’t so he stood in the middle of the road watching as your car slowly got further and further away from him before he could no longer see you. His hands in his hair tightly, almost like a fist. Though he didn’t know it at the time but that was it that was the last time he’d see you for years.

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abeinginsand · 2 years ago

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^_^ Hi Countless! How about Glenn/Morgan and…. Hmmmm…. *squints* Grant/Nicky for the ship ask!

Hi Baba! :] Ohh, thank you for the ask! Will start with Grant/Nicky:

I tend to think of them as close friends most often! Especially in s1 context--they both like gaming and, even if in a dangerous situation, still found some fun in the places they were stuck in. Easily imagining them playing co-op games often--with the boys or 1-on-1. For a more family centric thought, I do think its pretty fun and silly when Grant and Nick(y) are friends/step siblings in a Glenn/Darryl scenario especially if they seem annoyed with their respective step-dads haha. I love family bonding shenanigans!

In a romantic sense, I feel like Grant and Nicky could have had a relationship--to explore stuff and then for various reasons, things fizzled out. A big part of it could be the communication issues they both struggle with? I do think about the "its like having an ex number" line sometimes haha (not sure if thats the exact wording, can't remember). Also...well regarding the betrayal, I often consider that either Lark or Grant was the one to actually shoot Nicky too. He's great with guns and would know great spots to hit that don't kill yet still...send a message. Or maybe he aimed to kill, saw his friend's terror and slipped up? In the end, it could have been any of them who attacked...but there's something deeply saddening to me about Grant doing it. Feeling yet again forced to commit violence for some urgent issue and having to break off a friendship on top of that :[ To add to the 'bitter ex vibes'--there's Grant being rather mean to any of the teens who aren't his son--especially Taylor? Doesn't seem like a stretch for me to think maybe Taylor reminds him of Nicky and that's part of why he seems not to want to deal with him whatsoever lol

I think the pairing could be interesting though and open to reading about them and perhaps Grant/Marco/Nicky too! Mostly conflicted since lovesong (Sparrow/Nicky) and Grant/Marco are my fav pairings for these characters so I tend to have more thoughts about those :0 ----- Now for Glenn/Morgan:

Canon-wise we really didn't get much about Morgan...but the little bits of the relationship seemed pretty sweet. Definitely got the feeling that Glenn loved her very much and missed her dearly. I think, at least in my hcs, even if he and Morgan get together in hell like in canon--he still misses his Morgan. She lives on in his heart and memories About the "I like them platonically", one of my fav scenes in s1 is during the finale when Glenn accepts that this isn't his Morgan and that he just wants to see her (and Nicky) living happily. So I do like the alternate reality of them remaining family friends of sorts as well. Its heart-warming that even if there are different versions of them--they still end up drawn to each other platonically or romantically. Overall, I think the ship has a great mix of angst, sweetness, and goofiness! Gives me the butterfly flutter type feeling when thinking about them getting to spend time together I put "send to hell" for both of these since hell is Nicky, Glenn, and Morgan's home of course ;)

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yoyomomiko · 2 months ago

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Pleaseeee can you write a Clyde x fem reader (aged up) where he wants help from reader to help him with a girl and then be realizes that reader is actually the one he wants sorry if this doesn't make any sense but I really like your writing😭

"I messed up."

Pairings: Clyde x F!reader

Summary: Clyde wants you to help him get a date, until he realizes that you're the one he actually longs for.

Warnings: cussing, jealousy, a bit of angst :3

(A/N): Hiii I really like this idea so I just had to write it >⁠.⁠< -> m.list

WORDS: 3.4k+

Seeing Clyde's stupid, dreamy face made you want to bash it in with your food tray. He's been staring into air for the last ten minutes, with a dumb, big smile on his face.

You smacked the back of his head, earning a yelp from him as he whipped his head around to look at you in confusion. He raised a brow, but before you could ask him what was going on, the smile was back on his face.

"Y/N! Oh, my saviour! Thank God you're here..." He started to speak, making dramatic movements as he gripped onto the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

"What's up with you?" You asked, brows knitting together as your lips formed a frown.

"You're a girl, right?"

"Yeah no shit."

"Okay so... Then that means you do girl stuff?" He questioned, dragging out his voice to make sure he didn't say something stupid. Wich, he did, but it was Clyde after all.

"Uh huh, yeah. Why?" You replied, raising a brow. You were curious now, what did this crybaby even need?

"So like... Can you help me out?" He looked at you with big puppy eyes.

"With what?" You asked, now feeling skeptical about this.

"With a girl..." He mumbled quietly, although you still heard.

Clyde? Needing help? With a girl? This was news to you. Big ones. You tried to hide the way your lips tugged upwards into a smirk. After all, he asked you, he wanted your help.

As much as you felt honored, you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces, a bad taste forming in your mouth at the thought of Clyde and another girl. You didn't mind his flirty attitude with other girls, because mostly it was just joking. But now, Clyde's actually fallen in love? Or maybe it was just a quick date, nothing more...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" He waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze.

"So, will you help me? Please, I'll do anything!" He begged, holding his hands clasped together in front of him to intensify his pleading.

"Sure. I guess..." You answered, glancing to the side for a second.

"Sweet! Thanks Y/N!" He exclaimed, giving you a quick hug.

It was that type of hug where he placed one of his hands on the small of your back and around your waist. It was that type of hug that lasted a second, but felt like an eternity. At least to you.

You watched him search for his friends around the cafeteria, skipping excitedly. It was like a punch to your gut. You could feel an empty spot in your chest. You could feel the way he didn't care about you anymore. Did he? He only cared about that stupid girl, not about you.

You were dumb to think that he would want you, really. He'd never like someone like you.

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The hallways were crowded, and you barely managed to make it out of the school. You took a glance around your surroundings. You couldn't spot Clyde or any of his friends.

You could feel the cold air hit your exposed skin, it was as if the wind was caressing you, noticing your sadness. It felt nice, almost enough to make you lean into the comforting breeze.

Just then, you felt a hand on your shoulder, to wich you tensed up to. You turned your head around, only to be met with Clyde's gaze.

"Hey there! So, you coming over today?" He broke the silence with a smile. You nodded as an answer, not being able to surpress the small smile that came onto your lips whenever you saw his stupid face.

"So who's the unlucky girl?" You asked, not really interested in who might be his future date.

He came up next to you and started walking besides you.

"Oh, I'll tell you later. She's really pretty... The girl of my dreams!" He informed as he looked up into the clear sky.

He said that about every girl though, didn't he? He did, right?

You rolled your eyes, a smirk stuck to your face. You didn't want to hear his dumb babbles of how amazing this girl was. You hated that girl and didn't even know her name, or who she was.

"Actually, let's give her a code name!" He leaned into you, inches away from your face. He was still smiling, and you could even notice a tint of pink decorating his cheeks.

You also felt your cheeks heat up, and all you could do was hope he didn't observe it.

"A... What?" You squinted your eyes at him, knitting your brows together.

"A code name! You know... Like when I wanna talk about her but I don't wanna say her name!" He explained, nodding along to his words.

"Okay, fine, I get it." You rolled your eyes again. It's not like you cared too much.

You wanted to change the subject, get rid of the thought of her, quit talking about that girl. Your eyes narrowed each time he snuck in a praise about her.

Your surroundings grew quiet. There were barely any people around, and the only sound you could hear was the chirping of the birds. It was calming you down a bit.

"Okay, okay! Let's think of one!" He said as he pulled away from you.

Bitch would be a good code name.

"Wait, I think I got one! Lady Glitter Sparkles." He claimed, holding a finger up, thinking that he was the smartest, most original and creative person alive.

"Lady- Are you kidding me?" You shook your head with a sigh. Although that description might fit her...

"No, you're right... Let's just stick with Britney Spears." Clyde added, realizing that the first name was stupid.

"Britney Spears-?!" You choked on air, before groaning at his stupidity. He really annoyed you sometimes. And it was so cute...

"Where are you pulling these names out of, your ass?" You gave him a side eye, trying your best not to smile.

"Uhm, no, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "You wouldn't get it." He continued, crossing his arms while still walking.

You started getting cold, digging your hands into your pockets, hiding your mouth in your scarf for a second.

"Okay, yeah, I'm not letting you choose one." You replied to him, shaking your head again.

He stared at you, clearly offended.

"What? Why not?" He whined, pouting like a baby. He really was irritating, but that just made him even more adorable to you.

"Because you're completely ass when it comes to naming things." You scoffed, thinking of a better name. Your eyes were now glued to your feet and the leaves that were crunching underneath your shoes.

"But it's my crush!" Clyde complained, acting like he was a child you just stole candy from. He looked like he was about to stop in the middle of the street and throw a tantrum. You were used to it...

"And I don't care. Now, I think a better 'code name' would be-"

"Lipstick?" Clyde cut you off. You raised your head from the ground. Did he really just say that? Did Clyde, the Clyde Donovan, just come up with a good idea? Now you've seen it all.

"Woah... Okay, that's kinda good. Didn't expect that... But sure." You nodded your head with a shrug, agreeing with his idea.

In that moment, you felt a pain in your chest, it was like a dagger went through your heart. Clyde was talking so much about her to the point you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

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"No, you have to really lean in. You know?" You repeated, looking towards Clyde.

You were in his messy room, leaning against the wall, one of his hands was just above your head, as he leaned into you.

He inched closer to your face, as slow as possible, his breathing growing heavier. His eyes darted towards your lips, but they quickly averted and his gaze went back to your eyes. He was so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his breath on your face, it felt oddly comforting...

Your cheeks started heating up at the small distance between the two of you, and for a moment, you swore you could see a slight pink tint covering his cheeks too.

"Like this?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper, eyes half lidded.

You were too lost gazing at him. It was as if the world completely disappeared, and it was just the two of you, alone, together.

"Yes... This is perfect... Yes, um, just like this." You quickly agreed, watching him pull away with a smile.

"Do you think Lipstick's gonna like this?" He asked with a smile, raising a brow.

"Who's Lipstick..." You muttered, glancing to the side.

"What was that?" He questioned, not hearing what you said before.

"Oh uh, nothing. Nevermind." You continued, waving your hands in front of you.

He chuckled, nodding. Gosh... That little laugh of his, the sound was heavenly... It was music to your ears.

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"I'm so excited for the party!" You heard Clyde exclaim, grinning from ear to ear. You raised a brow as you opened your locker, glancing at him then back at your stuff.

"What party?" You asked, placing your books in your locker.

"Lipstick's birthday party! It's gonna be big, especially for me..." He continued, leaning on the locker next to yours.

A party? Why weren't you invited? Why weren't you atleast aware of it? Why didn't he tell you about it before?

"How come I'm not invited?" You frowned, staring into your locker, lost in thought.

"Yeah, don't ask me, I have no idea." Clyde shrugged, before his lips tugged upwards again.

"Tonight's the night!" He placed a hand on his heart, gazing up at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Thanks to your help, I've decided that I'm gonna hypnotize her!" He spoke, full of himself.

"Clyde, please don't. You already are a stupid jerk, and you're just gonna embarass yourself with it." You shook your head, closing your locker and crossing your arms, gazing at him.

"What do you mean?" His lips formed a pout. Oh, how badly you wanted to just shut him up and kiss his stupid lips...

"We've talked about this, hypnotizing people is bad-"

"Oh, not like that! I learned from the past. I mean, I'm gonna make a move! You know... Ask her out on a date or something." He gave a nervous smile, scratching the back of his neck while looking at you with a blush.

You felt your chest tighten, breathing started to become a challenge for you. It was already too late to change his mind. Fuck "if he's happy I'm happy", you didn't feel happy now, did you? You didn't feel an ounce of joy, did you?

"And you really think Lipstick is gonna agree to date you?" You narrowed your eyes at him. He shrugged, lips pouty.

"I mean... You taught me everything to make a girl feel loved." He replied, glancing away from you for a split second.

"Actually... I think you need more time. You're not ready, and uh, we might need some more lessons, you know?" You quickly explained.

"What? No way. This is the one and only perfect time to do so." His brows furrowed as he talked.

"I'm gonna go to that party, meet up with her and try to flirt with her, and then Lipstick's gonna be mine!" Clyde continued cheerfully. You weren't so sure his plan was gonna work. He was a bit too confident.

"Hey dude." Clyde heard a voice behind him, turning his head around. You also stared at the figure that was right behind him.

"You're in the way, this is my locker." Stan added, looking at Clyde.

Clyde nodded and moved away, making finger guns at you as he rushed to leave. You watched him do so, feeling an empty spot in your chest. It's like your breath was stuck in your throat. It felt painful in some kind of way...

"What a dick, huh?" Stan spoke up, breaking the silence, opening his locker.

"Hm?" Your attention fixated on him.

"Clyde. He's a real dumbass." He continued, taking a quick glance at you as he smirked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raised a brow, confused at Stan's words.

"He's a blind idiot. He doesn't see that 'Lipstick' isn't who he really likes. That's not who he needs, or loves for that matter." He added, all while you crossed your arms.

"He doesn't like... Lipstick?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

"He thinks he does." He informed. That was news to you. "But he doesn't." He continued, shrugging.

"How do you know that?" You asked, getting closer to him. He rolled his eyes, closing his locker shut as he turned around lazily.

"God, you're just as much of a blind idiot as he is." He stated, walking away.

He didn't give you enough details! How does he know? Who was this person Clyde really liked?! Does Clyde really not like Lipstick? How did Stan find out about all that?

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Clyde left for the party, but not before making a quick stop at your house to brag some more and get your feedback and opinions, also to practice his dialogue a bit more.

It's been about one hour ever since he's left, and you felt the need to cry and scream into your pillow. Your eyes were glossy, trying your best to hold your cries in. You could feel the ache in your chest, the emptiness and the way it hurt like hell.

What did Clyde see in that girl? He's always been there with you. You were the one who was always there for him, you were the one who grew up with him, who helped him study and do his homework, who helped him with everything. It wasn't out of pity, but out of love.

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. It was hard, knowing damn well that Clyde's gonna have a long and healthy relationship. Or maybe he won't... But you want him to be happy, don't you? You don't know how you'll be able to face him after he gets a date with the girl.

Your whole body tensed up as your eyes narrowed. You were ready to absolutely break down crying. Tears threatened your eyes once again. The more you thought about Clyde, the angrier you felt. What does that girl have that you don't?

He must be having fun at that stupid party. He must be talking with his new girlfriend. He must be complimenting her, showering her with love. The same love you wished for, the one you couldn't get.

You heard something against your window, as if something small was thrown against it. You got up from your bed, wiping the tears away quickly, adjusting your shirt and your hair, all while walking towards the window.

You could now figure out what was being thrown. Small pebbles, so tiny that they wouldn't necessarily scratch or crack the window, but big enough so that you could hear them come in contact with the glass.

Looking down, you noticed Clyde standing there, throwing another pebble. Wait... What is he doing here?!

You quickly opened the window, leaning over and raising your brows in surprise. It really was him! But why? Why did he leave? Did the party end this early?

"Y/N, can I please come in?" He asked, his tone hinting sadness. You could sense it, you understood that this wasn't his usual whiny and upset voice, but a genuine one.

"Sure... The door's unlocked." You agreed, nodding your head as you watched him quickly enter your house.

He walked inside your room, and surprisingly, he didn't smell like alcohol. You could tell he was about to cry, from his small frown, furrowed eyebrows and glossy eyes.

The moment you came up to him, he hugged you tightly. He didn't wanna let go, not now, not ever. You didn't understand what was going on, confusion filled your mind.

"She doesn't want me." He muttered into your shoulder, his voice cracking.

Your eyes widened. Your heart broke upon hearing his voice, but at the same time, you felt it glue back together its shattered pieces.

"I tried, but she called me an idiot. She told me I'm dumb to even think I could have a chance with someone like her, and- and she pushed me away and told me that I can just get out of the party because I'm ruining it for her..."

You could get lost in his embrace, it felt so genuine, so special and gentle. Almost romantic... Your lips formed a thin line, your heart fluttering in your chest. Your hand slowly traced its way to the back of his head, fingers carefully making their way through his hair.

You started walking backwards, all while holding him tightly. The back of your knees hit the bed and you slowly sat down, Clyde sitting right next to you, but still having his face buried into your shoulder.

"It's fine, she wasn't worth your time anyway. You're better than her..." You broke the silence, gently playing with his hair.

You felt him tense up in your arms, his grip slowly loosening. You raised a brow, his breathing became heavier.

"I messed up." He muttered into your shoulder, his voice cracking a little.

He pulled away from you, looking you straight in the eye.

"It's you..." He whispered, causing you to tilt your head to the side.

"I... What?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.

"I'm so stupid!" He exclaimed, pulling himself further away from you.

"I don't love anybody else..." His voice went silent again, love filling his eyes. Clyde took your hands in his, both of them, holding them gently.

"I love you." He admitted, gazing at you as if you were the most important thing on this planet.

Your breath hitched, eyes shot wide in shock. The butterflies in your stomach went wild, your heart pounding in your chest like it was trying to free itself. Your mind went fuzzy, barely being able to think as your heart rate increased.

"You- You do?" You questioned, voice stuttering.

"Yes, I love you and I'm so stupid for not realizing that earlier... I messed up, I'm sorry..." He stated, apologizing in a silent, breathless voice.

"I love you too." You replied, tilting your head to the side. Your cheeks heat up and so did his.

Without any other words being muttered, you instantly closed the distance between the two of you, lips crashing into each other. His lips felt heavenly, surprisingly soft. You never wanted to pull away, ever.

His brows raised, but he quickly snapped back to reality, his hand tracing to the small of your back as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. His free hand traveled to your chin, lightly tilting it up.

His hands on your body felt ethereal, the way they would just brush against your skin was one of the best feelings ever lived.

Your arms reached and wrapped around his neck, you back arching into the kiss as he hummed. You opened your eyes for a quick second, eyelashes fluttering open. His eyes were closed shut.

You were lost, it's like the world disappeared. Nothing mattered at this point. It all felt so dreamy, so passionate, so loving and caring...

He slowly pulled away, gazing into your eyes as his breathing grew heavier, so did yours. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring at each other, before Clyde's lips slowly brushed over yours again, softly pressing his against yours once more, before pulling away yet again.

"I love you..." He mumbled out, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. It felt so intimate and romantic this way...

"You said that already..." You added, looking at his pretty face.

"Then I'll say it again." He replied, a small smile displayed on his lips. The corners of your lips tugged upwards, and you couldn't help but smile either. You flicked his head, as he let out a whine.

"I love you too, idiot."

★yoyomiko ★miko

#x reader #reader #reader insert #f!reader #fem!reader #female reader #south park x f!reader #south park x reader #clyde donovan x female reader #clyde donovan x reader #clyde donovan #south park headcanons #south park fluff #south park clyde #clyde donovan x fem!reader #south park #★yoyomiko #★miko

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barbaras-mermaid-cove · 5 years ago

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Ticklish Prankster - (Kokichi + Shuichi ft. DICE)

Rated: G Genre: Friendship/Romance (A/N: This wasn't originally going to be gay, but my Kokichi muse made it so.) ... "Wow, I can't believe you agreed to join my organization!" Kokichi said, eyes sparkling. Shuichi stood in front of him in DICE headquarters, wearing an all-white uniform. All he needed was a checkered scarf. Kokichi held one in his hands and tied it around his friend's neck. "There you go! You look amazing!" "I... do?" Shuichi said. He didn't believe he looked any more amazing than any other DICE member. But if Kokichi said so... Kokichi kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah. Now come on, Shuichi, you're going to miss the fun!" Shuichi followed him, a bit flustered. He knew it was a standard greeting for DICE, but with the way Kokichi had flirted with him in the past, he suspected something more. Kokichi pulled Shuichi along to the movie den. There everyone was gathered in the dark room that was set up like a theatre. A projector showed a movie on a white wall. The title of the movie was "DICE antics from the previous year." They'd visited Italy, China, France, and India. It wasn't so much of a movie as it was clips of the group entertaining the locals. Juggling, unicycling, magic, acrobatics were some of the things they did. Then came the practical jokes! Locals everywhere took it with good humor, for the most part. Shuichi was surprised that a lot of the pranks were played by DICE on themselves! One such clip had Kokichi step out of his shoe in India, and before he could go back for it, a tall, male prankster held his foot and tickled him! When he heard his laugh, Shuichi was astonished. This cute laugh belonged to the "Ultimate Supreme Leader"? The movie kept on playing, switching to other events, but his mind kept flashing back to Kokichi's sweet and innocent laughter. His voice still had his adolescent tone, but it seemed more child-like in nature. Finally, Shuichi decided that he was going to make Kokichi laugh like that again. He waited until the movie was over and the lights came back on. Kokichi looked to him and smiled. He wrapped his arms around the boy. Kokichi made a satisfied 'hmmm' sound. "Hey, Kich, that was a good movie. I never knew you had such a good sense of humor..." "Can't believe someone as evil as me could selflessly entertain the locals...?" Shuichi stroked his hair, relishing more satisfied sounds from the boy. "No... I just can't believe the Ultimate Supreme Leader was so ticklish!" Kokichi immediately realized his position, and stiffened. Shuichi scribbled his fingers along his sides. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! SHUIHIHIHIHIHIHIICHIIII!" He squirmed in his arms. Once he realized there was no escape, Kokichi decided to turn the tables. Even though he was small, he was quick, and when he decided to attack, people got startled and backed off. Kokichi jumped on him and skittered his fingers along the boy's ribs. "GAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!" "AHA! Looks like you're also ticklish! Nee-hee-hee!" Kokichi managed to hold his own for a while; Shuichi had never seen it coming. He may have even won had a female DICE member in pigtails not decided to tickle his neck at that moment. "AHHHH! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!" The tables were quickly turned, as Shuichi now had the upper hand. He attacked Kokichi's ribs, playing them like a xylophone. "AAAAAAAH! THAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAT WAHAHAHAHASN'T FAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAAIIIIR~!" Kokichi whined through his laughter. "Sorry, Kokichi, but it looks like your friends and I had the same idea!" "NO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAAA!" Shuichi decided to give him a small break. The boy panted heavily. Finally, he looked at him indignantly. "Why....? ... *gasp* *pant* ... Why me...?" Shuichi looked at his pouting face, and decided to tease him a little. "You know why." He squeezed his underarm, making him flinch and grin. But Kokichi was not one easily defeated. He wanted to make Shuichi admit it. "Maybe I'm a little dumb...? Can you spell it out for me?" Shuichi felt a blush on his cheeks. Could he do it in a room full of people...? "Y-you're..." The blush got more intense. Dang, he was good. He whispered into his ear. "You're the cutest." Kokichi smiled big. "I AM?!" His happy tone made Shuichi's heart flutter. He kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah... you are..." The whole room clapped for them. After they were finished, Kokichi spoke. "Wow... I never knew you liked me like that! ... Nee-hee-hee! Kidding! It was so obvious~!" Shuichi grew more flustered. "It was?!" Kokichi giggled. "Yeah! You were always so desperate for me. How could I NOT notice?" Thinking back, Shuichi realized he never actually said he liked Kokichi like that, and the boy just made him admit it. "Hey, wait a second!" "Nee-hee-hee! What is it?" Kokichi said with a faux-innocent smile. Shuichi pounced on him once more. "You little sneak! You made me admit I liked you! You're going to get it for that!" Kokichi started giggling before he even touched him. "Nee-hee-hee-hee! AhahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Shuichi searched for every ticklish area on his body and found a lot. His 'laughter jackpots' seemed to be his underarms, belly button, and under the knees. "AHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA! WAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHahahahahaaahaa..." Finally when he was satisfied, he settled down. Kokichi was flushed and exhausted. "There!" Shuichi said, smiling as the boy's laughter finally died down. "Your friends know my secret, and I know every weak spot on your body; now we're even!" It took a few minutes, but Kokichi's breathing returned back to normal, and his breathing no longer had giggles in between. "No..." Kokichi said very seriously. He came closer to Shuichi, making his intentions known, and slowly kissed him on the lips. Pulling away, he whispered into his ear. "Now we're even." Shuichi was redder than a tomato. The whole room 'Oooooooooo'd and cheered. That was when Shuichi realized Kokichi always got the last laugh. But he was surprisingly okay with that. Maybe now they'd finally start up a relationship and be happy together.

#danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #tickling #tickle fic #my fanfics #my writing #ahh a happy ending #as much as I love my angst this type of sweetness just hits the spot #let them live

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msgexymunson · 2 years ago

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Rumour

Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...

Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.

A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.

The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.

No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.

He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.

Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.

Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.

You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.

"Hey sweet thing. You good?"

Jesus, does he really need to call me that?

The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.

"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"

Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.

"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"

Well, it couldn't hurt, right?

You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.

"Can I?"

He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.

Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.

He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.

Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.

"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.

Shit, I was totally staring.

Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.

"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."

He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"

"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.

"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."

"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.

"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."

Holy shit.

Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.

You stand up on slightly unsure legs.

"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."

You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.

"Eddie. Call me Eddie."

********************

A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.

You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.

Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.

Oh fuck its him.

You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.

Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.

"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"

He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.

"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."

"Sorry Eddie."

"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."

Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.

When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"

"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."

You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.

You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.

"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.

He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.

"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.

"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.

His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.

"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."

His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.

"Oh."

He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.

"Er, just a sec."

You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.

It's just you and Eddie. All alone.

"I've got to, um, finish closing up."

"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."

You open your mouth. Then close it.

He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"

Well fuck.

"Okay, just let me finish up."

You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.

After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.

"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."

He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.

"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Thought so, I heard a rumour."

"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.

You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"

He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.

You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.

"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."

He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"

You blush, realising you've only heard one more.

"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.

"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.

You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.

"I heard you have a pierced..."

"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.

He just smirks at you and shrugs.

Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!

He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."

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The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.

Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.

"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.

"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?

"You sure?"

You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.

You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.

"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."

"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.

"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."

You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."

He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.

When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.

You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"

"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.

He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.

"Yes."

Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.

"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"

Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"

Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.

He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.

He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.

You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.

The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.

On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.

You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."

You giggle, staring at it again.

"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.

Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"

"Sorry that was dumb of me-"

"Sure you can sweet thing."

Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."

Oh.

You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.

"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.

"It's really big Eddie."

He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.

"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"

"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.

Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.

"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"

Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"

Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.

"Ok."

You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.

Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.

Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"

You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."

"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.

"Atta girl."

He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.

Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"You said I can touch you."

"Yeah, so why-"

Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.

The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.

His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.

Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Eddie!"

You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.

He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.

"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.

Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.

Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.

Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.

Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.

He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.

"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.

You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.

He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.

"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.

You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.

Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.

Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.

Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.

Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"

"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.

Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"

You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.

"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.

He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"

"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."

"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.

He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."

You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.

Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.

"So fuckin' beautiful like this."

Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.

He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.

Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.

"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."

"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."

He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.

"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.

Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.

Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."

Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.

"Oh Eddie!" It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.

"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.

"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"

Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.

Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.

Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.

Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.

Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.

"You ok pretty girl?"

"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.

"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.

"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"

"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."

He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.

"Can I level with you?"

Oh shit here we go.

"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.

"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."

He laughs and strokes your back.

"You working tomorrow?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.

"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.

You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.

"So, wanna take a shower?"

"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."

"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.

"Or, we could do that again."

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goldenlevi · 3 years ago

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summary: You and Fez knew each other since you were kids, eventually you began dating. Now? you're just friends. exes to lovers au.

warnings: light angst (?) fluffy ending, smoking weed, alcohol mentions, the usual one reference to the nate/maddy situation in s1. nothing descriptive tho!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :D I hope u guys like it💕💕

If you'd like you can read pt 1 here or other works here

High Enough - Pt 𝟮

Drinks were flowing, the lights were flickering above, and you were buzzed. Maddy was venting your ear off about Nate and his unpredictably. Despite being older than her and the rest of the girls, you still got along with them. At times acting like an older sister.

Ever since that first impression your dislike for Nate never wavered, he had struck you as the type to be possessive and overall toxic. Frankly, that boy was in desperate need of therapy.

Listening patiently, you nodded along, knowing how deeply this situation actually bothered her.

“Honestly Maddy, you deserve someone better" You reached out, touching her arm lightly. "Someone who makes you feel safe. They should never cross a line...no matter how upset they might be feeling" You spoke as softly as you could over the loud music.

Her eyes widened tearing up for a brief moment, nevertheless, she downed her shot and grinned in defiance. You rolled your eyes fondly at the action.

“Let’s dance!” You heard Kat yelling from behind you. You laughed as she made a beeline towards you both. “Hi, looking pretty as always!” While greeting her with a hug, the song had changed and the bass hit making the speakers fight for their life.

A sign to light the joint sitting between your lips.

Inhaling deeply with your eyes now closed, you felt your body sigh in content as your hips followed the music. Three, four songs had begun and ended as Maddy, Kat and you laughed your way through them and danced like nobody's business. All that resulted in your throat begging for attention. Excusing yourself, the makeshift bar appeared in your line of vision. Just as you finished mixing your drink, your phone vibrated in your pocket. A smile invaded your face since you knew exactly who it was.

God you didn’t know how much longer you could do this with him. You loved him and every passing day without showing it, was suffocating.

Your eyes searched the room, it didn't take long until you found him sitting on his spot on the couch. With the drink now ready in your hands, you sipped before making a path towards him.

You sat down silently, not as close as you would’ve liked but close enough for your legs to touch his. Fez's eyes followed you, subtly checking you out. “Try this” Fez smiled at you softly. He took the liquid out of your hands and drank it, with a hand now on your thigh. You continued smoking. “Good, right?” You beamed.

“It’s sweet. You always liked mixin’ vodka with 'em sweet drinks”

You grinned at his response, feeling more relaxed than usual, entirely due to the rolled up plant, you couldn't help but to lean forward. Fez turned his head following your movements, his eyes focusing solely on you. Right before responding, your index finger slowly traced his jawline feeling his beard and warm skin. He felt like he was your prey, stuck, fated to be captured.

“Glad to hear you remember my taste” Not clueless to the obvious innuendo, he wet his bottom lip subconsciously while his eyes were trapped in yours.

“Shit girl,” he breathed. “How could I not?”

Throughout the next couple of hours, you both kept joking around, smoked and share the same red cup. You were never much of a fan of alcohol anyways, always focused more on smoking weed and that was more than enough. You noticed his hand had never left your thigh, only caressing it back and forward every now and then. I suppose he was getting sick of being suffocated too.

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Ash was looking out the window, waiting. His eyes kept closing and his breathing was beginning to slow down, so you sat in the back besides him, with an arm around his shoulders. He kept quiet, yet when Fez appeared with you by his side and casually informed him you were going with them, he fought back a smile.

God, blame that one half drink you had, blame the joint or the air of that damn house but you were so happy. He was close to you and for a moment everything that transpired in the past year dissolved into thin air. Back there, when Fez first asked if you wanted a ride home, you had shook your head. He slightly frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smirk, when you said you were going to his instead.

To talk.

Finally, some clarity hinted to have emerged from this mess. Now, you guys were ready to make some kind of progress in your relationship. Whatever that might be. When the three of them arrived at their destination, Ash mumbled a goodnight and went straight to his room. Although you both felt tired, adrenaline still pumped through your veins.

Your eyes met his and he reached for your hand, taking you to his room. It felt good, intimate. Just like before.

A sigh escaped your lips when he closed the door and let you take whatever you felt comfortable off. You went to get one of his hoodies like you've done so many times before. He put on some sweats and a shirt, then joined you in bed, underneath the safety of the blankets.

You almost didn't want to break the silence, afraid to shatter the domesticity of it all.

In the middle of the darkness, the moonlight gave you the perfect scenario to be completely open. After all, the best conversations were had in the presence of the moon. For the time being, you guys weren't touching, however, that didn't mean you couldn't feel his warmth. It felt like coming home.

Your bodies were facing each other, silently waiting for the other to start. You gulped, still feeling a little bit high, just high enough to mend things. "I'm ready"

His eyes followed you attentively, searching for any signs of discomfort. He wouldn't even begin the conversation if he found any. You knew that and so, your whole heart was in his hands. "Me too baby"

Your brain tried to find the right thing to say, you had pictured this moment time and time again...It was a constant loop in your head for months, trying to gather courage to make it a reality, yet in the end, you repeatedly lost your nerve.

"You know...shit is different now," You whispered. "I got a job and I'm gonna be out of there soon. You know that right?" The words came out slowly and steady empathising there to make sure he understood it was a given, and not just an empty promise.

He didn't say anything back though, only nodded. "So, why haven't you done somethin'?" You were swallowing your emotions now, attempting to keep it together.

Afraid of what could come next, your eyes closed as you felt your throat closing up. What if he said he was finally over you? That he didn't want to be with you anymore — that he didn't love you anymore.

The slight movement of the sheets made you open your eyes and immediately you noticed he was closer. Trying to control himself, Fez reached out slowly, and held your cheek with his hand. He didn't want to cross a line without talking first. He knew how important it was for you.

"I thought you’d finally realise you can do better." He breathed. His low voice embraced your whole body making it warm and fuzzy. "Your parents are right, I ain't enough for you. Not like that. Better your friend if nothin' else" He uttered, his hand continued to stroke your face like his words weren't cutting you.

"So you gonna make that choice for me? I don't even get a say?" You frowned, absorving his words. It just didn't make sense to you.

Fez shook his head. He would never speak for you, but it was hard to counter the argument in his head. "It ain't like that"

Your eyes brightened with unshed tears, his thumb still caressed your cheek, feeling exasperated once more, your hands reached for his wrist, pulling his hand down. As you held it, a whisper filled the space between the two bodies. "Do you wanna be with me? Do you love me?"

His breath hitched, heart coming alive within his chest. " 'course i do" He stated like it was obvious. Receiving the only assurance you would ever need, you shrugged. "Then that's all I need"

He looked at his hand secured in the middle of yours, in a protective manner. His heart leaped at the same time his head intervened. "It ain't that easy baby. I don't want you to get hurt"

Reality didn't escape you. Everyone knew how dangerous his world could get. "I know. I'm not gonna lay here and tell you that I'm never gonna be afraid. It just...doesn't scare me enough to leave"

A couple of moments went by, as he pondered. You knew how stubborn he could be, even if his heart was entirely in the right place. "Ok" He practically muttered. Butterflies flew to your throat, and all you wanted to do was kiss him right there and then, hug him until your arms went numb...there was just one last thing you needed from him.

"You gotta promise me somethin' fez" You requested. While looking up from your joint hands, he smiled. "Anythin' "

You released his hand, slightly clearing your throat. "You gotta tell me when it starts to get too much in here" Your finger tapped his temple affectionately. "Just...tell me, shit, ask me whatever. I'm here and I choose to be here because I want to"

He nodded, overwhelmed. Fez knew he could count on you, for anything. He just needed to let himself ask. "I promise baby" He smiled, somehow even closer to your face.

When his lips touched yours all you could feel was the sweet sense of relief washing over you.

he still loves me, he wants me

It played like a mantra in your head. You kissed him back as your hands grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Mine” He muttered, his lips crushing yours. “You mine” His low voice somehow sounded deeper, hotter. You didn’t remember the last time you allowed yourself to give in. With your lips closing around his bottom one, you teased him as you sucked on it. “Yours” you gasped, feeling him now get hard against you. Your left leg was around his hip, being supported by his hand pressing on your thigh. Fez kept pulling you closer as if you’d run if given the chance.

Pulling apart, your lips were red and most likely swollen. You held his gaze, his eyes were still the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Honest and clear of deception. Happiness floated through you both like a current. "You make me happy" He confessed.

Your hands made their way through his chest, resting now on his neck. You threw him a look of pure bliss, whispering against his mouth. "You make me happy too"

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