#ben drowned x sunshine reader

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Hellooo! Can i request Ben Drowned x sunshine reader headcanons? ^^

HELLOOO i am so SORRY for how long this took jesus these last two weeks have been. eventful.

but here it is! i hope you enjoy

BEN Drowned x Sunshine Reader headcanons <3

BEN technically is a sweet soul. He means well, really. But he’s also just naturally an obsessive nuisance.

It’s safe to say he would absolutely obsess over you as a whole. But if you’re an absolute ball of sugar, spice, and everything nice? Then on top of becoming a borderline stalker, he’d really admire how unbothered you always manage to be.

He really likes to spy on you through the screens in your room. At first, he told himself it was because he cares about your safety and wellbeing and all that other crap… but then it was just because he can’t go three seconds without seeing your face. (serious attachment issues)

BEN tends to be very quick to frustration due to his childishness. So when he meets someone who can keep a smile on their face through the tiny things that always seem to piss him off? He’s simply enamoured.

You bring out the true silliness that he used to turn into stupid pranks on the other proxies, and basically being an extremely annoying piece of shit in general. Now that silliness gets to be something more positive because its all for you <3

And while he may crack jokes at your expense and tend to purposely annoy you at times, he means it all with love.

If you’re the type to kiss him on the cheek or poke his nose, you have him in the palm of your hand.

However, while he likes those little acts of affection, he loves making you play video games with him.

He most likely wants to see what would happen if you play one of his horror games. If you got super scared, of course he would comfort you. (but he would also find it extremely funny)

He love love lovesss playing minecraft with you. He’ll go out and do all the mining while you be the little housewife and decorate your guys’ base and stuff.

Back to the yandere (extremely toxic) vibes, if you try to go out he asks you who, what, where, why, etc. And if he doesn't get answers he’s satisfied with (as in there's another guy who’s gonna be there) He pouts until you say you’ll stay home.

He wants time with you 24/7. If he doesn’t have anywhere to be, then you don’t either.

That being said, he will spend a good amount of time with Jeff and the other proxies as well. But mainly playing shooter games and shit like that while you just kinda sit there awkwardly while they all scream at each other.

It’s kinda funny for a while, but sometimes Jeff takes it too far and BEN… loses his shit immediately.

But fret not! You can calm him down! …Well only you can calm him down.

And if you express to him that you find any of his bullshit unfair, he would attempt to change for sure.

Will he be perfect? Never. (I meeean no one is) But will he be better? Slightly!

pls remember to request (i'll try to not take forever next time i pinky promise)

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My Little Sunshine

“Ticci” Toby x Reader

Summary : Nobody was suppose to know, nobody was suppose to find out. You were his dirty little secret, a secret that he swore up and down he would keep. You were the sunshine to his rainy day, but what happens when there no sunshine to chase the storm clouds away?

Warning/Notes : Death, crying, Masky a bitch, Reader is referred to as sunshine, blood, gore, murder, it’s kinda sad, btw I use they/them pronouns for Toby

Words : 745

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Standing at Slenderman’s office doors was nerve wracking, Toby having an idea of what this “meeting” was. Masky, not Tim, but Masky had given the boss a tip on a new suspect. Someone who “knew too much” and was “hot on the proxies trail”. 

Toby knew better though. Toby knew that Masky was out to get them. Ever since Toby arrived, Masky had been out to get them. They took a deep breath in, knocking lightly on the large oak doors.

The meeting went by quickly, Toby was simply given a new assignment. They weren’t punished, not physically at least. Slender had told Toby that it would be no different from any other mission, just another person on the chopping block. And yet, as Toby laid in the small bunk in the proxy cabin, they couldn’t sleep a wink.

It was a brightly sunny day, the weather warm and perfect. You sat on your front porch, watering the wild flowers right below the railing. You were worried, Toby hadn’t returned to your home in two days. The first night you didn’t think much of it, sometimes they just didn’t want to be around people. But when no sign of them showed a second night, you began to worry. You set down the watering can as you looked into the forest. Making a silent wish for Toby to return, you began to hear a low whistle.

Speak of the devil and they shall come.

Toby slowly emerged from the woods, providing you nothing. No smile, no wave, nothing. You waved, smiled, and slowly took off down the porch steps. Toby’s hatchet was in their hands, knuckles white.

“Toby?” you slowly reached them, not wanting to provoke a bad reaction. You stopped a few feet before them before you heard the small sniffles. Was Toby crying?

“Toby?” You called once more, hoping for some response.

“I’m so -fuck- sorry, sunshine,” they didn’t waste a moment, hatchet flying up toward your face. You yelled, dropping back and landing on your ass. Toby’s head and arms twitched, they were freaking out.

“Toby?! The hell-“ they cut your sentence off by swinging again, this time landing a small cut on your shoulder. You sprung up and took off toward the house, aiming for the kitchen with knives. Toby followed after, a string of swears and twitches leaving them. You cried as you ran back into the house and around the corner, slamming into the kitchen island. Toby wasn’t too far behind, throwing a hatchet a little to close to your head. You ducked and screamed, terrified of your beloved. Your back hit the counter as more tears swelled in your eyes. Toby continued to sniffle, wet streaks noticeable on their cheeks.

“Toby, please,” you pleaded as they began to approach, hatchet in hand. You slid down, landing on the floor with a thud.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” Toby was crying, making their twitching worse. They dropped, crouching in front of your crying form. So many questions ran through your mind, most being why. Why would Toby do this?

“Listen, sunshine, this isn’t my choice,” Toby’s voice was soft.

“But you do!” You pleaded, “you do have a choice! I don’t know why your doing this, did I do something wrong?” You knew of Toby’s “work”, but never thought you’d be involved.

“No! No, you could never do wrong.”

“Then why?” You nearly screamed at them.

“I’m so sorry,” it came out a whisper from Toby. Toby cried over a person for the first time since his sister. They grabbed their hatchet and slowly pushed into you, a silent scream leaving your lips.

You looked at him, blood covering you, and began to sing something familiar. Something you sing to Toby when it was a rough day, when they needed a break.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know dear how much I love you…” the lyric trailed off and the last breath left you. Your death was silent and quick, no pain or agony. Toby wholeheartedly believed that you didn’t deserve to suffer. So many people in this world did deserve to, it’s what they believed, what Slender told them to believe, but you were different.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Toby quietly finished the little song. They couldn’t breathe, only crying and looking at your lifeless body. Thunder was heard, storm clouds covering up the once sunny day.

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The Creepypasta Masterlist, Volume 1

And we make it at least to the Creepypasta masterlist, or at least the first one! Since I kind of merged the source and crp fanons of masky and hoodie I will be including my Marble Hornets posts as well! If there if anything wrong with any of the links please let me know! Since a post can only have up to 100 links there will be multiple masterlists for Creepypasta! As of 1/20/2024 this masterlist is complete! For future volumes you can find the links in the bottom of my pinned!

MULTI CHARACTERS:

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, and Brian/Hoodie's petnames for the reader

Down time w/ Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Slenderman, EJ,LJ, Tim and Brian w/ a reader who has plushies

Masky and Hoodie w/ a teen!new proxy!reader (platonic)

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian listening to a song w/ reader

Reminders from Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Random skills and hobbies they'd have: Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x their ideal partners

Slenderman, Splendorman, EJ, and LJ outliving you

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, masky and hoodie losing the reader

Slender, Splendor, EJ, and LJ when the reader has a nightmare

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie reactions to being told "I love you" for the first time

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie finding out youre pregnant

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x slenderbeing!reader

EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby w/ a scarred reader

Slender, Trender, Masky, and EJ w/ an ace reader

LJ, EJ, and Toby x reader whos like Hishino

Masky, Hoodie, Toby and reader going to a pumpkin patch

Date nights w/ Masky and Hoodie

EJ, LJ, slender and Jeff x reader who's been there the longest

EJ, LJ, Jeff and hoodie having a snowday w/ the reader

SLENDERMAN:

Dating Slenderman v.1

Slenderman finding out his proxies get bitches

Living w/ Slenderman

"In all my years.." short post

Slenderman exploring the readers interests

Slenderman x reader who writes horror

Slenderman x fey!reader

"All entwined in one web" Slenderman comfort/hc post

Slenderman x ghost!reader

Slenderman x cottagecore!partner

Matching scarves

Celebrating halloween

Slenderman x slenderbeing!artist!reader

Slenderman x slenderbeing!reader

Date nights w/ Slenderman

SPLENDORMAN:

Splendorman: catch up edition

EYELESS JACK:

Dating EJ hcs v.1

Aftercare w/ Eyeless Jack (kind of spicy but not explicit)

Living w/ EJ

General EJ hcs

Imagine scenario w/ EJ

Jealous EJ

EJ x artist!reader who loves nature

"The world is cruel" shortpost

Reader surprise visiting him

Reader and EJ walking together at night

Reader and EJ drabble

EJ ramble post

"Oh nooo i sure hope there isnt a monster" shitpost

Random EJ tongue hcs (yes this is SFW)

Playing w/ his hair

EJ, reader, and music

He accidentally hurts you

EJ and reader cosplaying BOTW for halloween

Random thing #5/Cleaning the tar

Cuddling and Sleeping w/ EJ

Date nights w/ EJ

LAUGHING JACK:

Living w/ LJ

Gift giving w/ LJ

Carnival hcs/jokepost

Random hcs

Laughing Jack x chaotic!reader who loves music!

Pumpkin carving w/ LJ

LJ x reader whos like Tomie

Random thing #2/Colors

Random thing #3/Pain

LJ x Trans masc!reader w/ cramps

LJ x reader who gets migraines

Random thing #10/Clown physics

LJ x angel!reader

Date nights w/ LJ

LJ x clown!reader

MASKY/TIM:

Masky x fem!reader on christmas

Tim x fem!reader who has tics

Reader finding out Tim is a proxy

Tim/Masky x soft but fierce reader

Father!Masky finding out reader is dating Toby

Tim/Masky x sunshine!reader

HOODIE/BRIAN:

General Brian/Hoodie hcs

PUPPETEER:

Pup x reader whos struggling to sleep

Pup x reader who has nightmares + sleep paralysis

OTHER:

General Zalgo hcs

Platonic Ben Drowned x mute!reader

Platonic Ben x gen z!reader

FLUFF ALPHABET

D, H, N, O, P, Q, R, S, X, Z w/ LJ

A, B, D, G, H, K, M w/ Slenderman

C, E, F, H, I, J, K, M, N, S, Y w/ Masky

E, F, I, W w/ Slenderman

J, P, Q, U w/ Slenderman

A, C, I, G, K, L, P w/ EJ

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MASTERLIST / ABOUT REQUESTS / MASTERLIST II

since the start to 31 july 2023 >:3

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Soft but dominant reader (male reader)

Scene reader (gn)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Albino reader

Room headcanons

Nurse reader (male)

Reader with selective mutism (gn)

Night ride with Jeff (fluff)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

NSWF headcanons

Cozy night (NSWF)

Male observant reader

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Dating hcs (male reader)

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Dokuro-chan like reader (gn)

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Insecure reader with many scars and stretch marks

Homicidal Liu

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Vampire girlfriend (fem reader)

Scene reader (gn)

Deadpool like reader (fem)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Reader that covers their body

Reader that is a ray of sunshine

Room headcanons

Plus sized reader (fem)

Reader with selective mutism (gn)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

NSWF headcanons

Fun summer activities

Male observant reader

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Giving and receiving flowers hcs

Eyeless Jack

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Room headcanons

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Ben Drowned

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Room headcanons

Nurse reader (male)

Break the internet (NSWF)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Dokuro-chan like reader (gn)

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Ticci Toby

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Albino reader

Date ideas

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Insecure reader with many scars and stretch marks

Laughing Jack

Reader that covers their body

Fun summer activities

NSWF hcs!

X-Virus

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Jane the Killer

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Clockwork

Room headcanons

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Nina the Killer

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Candy Pop

NSWF hcs!

Slenderman

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Hobo Heart

Room headcanons

Sally Williams

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

MH

Masky

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Werewolf reader (fem)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Tim Wright

Sleeping with Tim

Hoodie

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

[knyontop]

Hello!! My friend told me about your account and I'm already in love and I was wondering if ya wanna you know that audio "he's just a man lora-lie" "no he's not.." I was wondering and since I love platonically creepypasta x child reader could you make it where this kid whose a mean kid and he's seen as a monster and I was wondering if ben could be with us and someone else could go "hes just a monster" ans ben steps in "no hes not.." (SORRY ITS CONFUSING BUT I HUST HIM TO THINK WERE SECRETLY A NICE PERSON JUST HURT!)

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There not a monster.

TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!💞

Ft: Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, and our beautiful, handsome, amazing, reader.

Y/N L/N was a tough child, they where seen as a “problem child” or “monster” Y/N was not a monster. They had trouble with emotions they never ever wanted to hurt someone or there feelings. Y/N walked down the stairs of the manner, with there same annoyed face they went to the kitchen and opened up the cabinet. There eyes darting towards the waffles they reached on there tippy toes to grab it and got it they walked over to the table and got out the waffles and put it on a plate.

Y/N walked over to the couch and sitting down next to Jeff and Ben “Ben stop fucking cheating you damn elf!” Jeff shouted. Ben just laughed and said “Im not cheating your just bad at the game you fuck nut!” He cackled. Y/N watched as they bickered. “Can you guys please be quiet.” The child right next to them said. Jeff replied in a mocking manner “Well aren’t you just a ball of sunshine.” Y/N rolled there eyes. “Dude calm down there just a kid.” Y/N finished there waffles and went to take there plate to the sink.

They put there plate in the sink and thought of to do next, they thought for a bit and the thinking went got them into a gaze.

Ben and Jeff went to the kitchen a little hungry, they saw Y/N and walked up to them. “Y/N?” Ben said, “Y/N??” Ben said again, “Y/N!” jeff said a little loud. Y/N snapped out of it. “What! What could you guys possibly want from me?” They said startled. “Wow calm down pipsqueak.” Jeff said. Y/N rolled there eyes and stomped out of the room, before they walked out they heard Jeff say.

“Your a monster. All you do is stomp around here all mad and ruin everyones day. Like why are you such an ass?”

Y/N let those words sink in tears came to there eyes, they then turned to face the boys with teary eyes but she then just left. Ben looked at Jeff, “not cool! There just a kid!” Ben left a guilty jeff to go check up on Y/N.

Y/N was in there room crying, Ben came in “Hey kid.. are you ok?” He said looking at them while walking up to them so sit down on there bed. “I-I..! Im not a monster! I dont want to hurt people but.. I dont know how to handle my anger! Or any emotion!” Ben shushed them while hugging them.

“I know, I know..” Ben sighed not really knowing what to do. “I dont think your a monster. Your just a kid, its okay. Im here for ya.” He said rubbing there back.

Y/N hugged Ben and cried into his chest, They stayed like this for a bit.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked them. Y/N nodded while sniffing, “Do you want to go play video games?” They smiled in a child-like way nodding there head. Ben and Y/N got down from the bed and started walking downstairs, they see Jeff and Jeff says, “Hey squirt im sorry I said those things.. I have trouble with my anger sometimes to.” Y/N nodded and said “Its okay. I forgive you, we can both work on our anger together!”

Jeff chuckled and nodded “That actually sounds pretty good..” he said.

Jeff Ben and Y/N went to the living room to play Mario cart, They laughed and had a good time. This was a very wholesome night, Ben and Jeff both learned the real Y/N. <3

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I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU ALL!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!!😭💞

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A Thousand Years (BEN Drowned x Similar Looking Older Sister!Reader)

Requested by: That_Creep_inCorner on Wattpad

Pages: 2.1

Words: 718

Genre: Angst

Associated song: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

!Tw! Swearing, and mentions of murder

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"And all along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years."

        Only a few creeps know that BEN had a sister before his untimely death. She has the same blonde hair and green eyes BEN had. After he died, he wasn't able to get back into contact with his sister and doesn't know where she is now. He hopes she left their abusive home. BEN's sister was older than him, so she would act as a mom figure to him. He wishes he could see her again. 

        Well, that wish came true when he hears from Jeff that Y/n, his sister, is coming to the mansion. He has to go with Hoodie and Jeff to get her. As soon as Slender told the news at the meeting, BEN has been super excited to see his sister again. Although, he's scared as well. What if she doesn't remember him? What if she hates him for leaving? What if she doesn't want to interact with him at all? These thoughts plague BEN's mind. They plague his mind all the way up until the day of the mission. 

        BEN wakes up to the sound of his alarm, he's a bit confused as to why he set an alarm, until he realizes that it's the day of the mission. Dread engulfs BEN as he gets up to get ready for the mission. After he gets ready, he floats into the dinning room to get some cereal. "Wow, you look great today Sunshine, what's up with that?" Jeff teases, with a chuckle. "Piss off." BEN replies sourly, Jeff raises his hands in defense. "Jesus, I was just fucking with you. What crawled up your ass this morning?" 

BEN doesn't answer Jeff, he just sits down at the dinning table and proceeds to eat his cereal. "fine then, keep your secrets." Jeff says, walking out of the dinning room. BEN rolls his eyes and continues to munch on his cereal. After finishing his cereal, he meets Hoodie and Jeff by the main doors. Hoodie managed to locate Y/n in an abandoned building, located about a twenty minute walk from the mansion. Jeff was able to find a route through the woods so they don't have to be in danger of being seen. Hoodie asks BEN and Jeff if they're ready, then they're on their way. 

        Once they arrived at the building, they try to find an entrance into the building. The only way to get into the building is through a broken window on the first floor. BEN steps into the window first followed by Jeff, then Hoodie. BEN is getting antsy, he just wants to see his sister again. He's so anxious and excited that he doesn't hear Hoodie telling him to stop and slow down. As BEN reached the second floor, a throwing knife barely misses his elf-like ear. BEN immediately stops, and stares at you. You look absolutely petrified, you don't recognize BEN. He didn't get angry at you though, he looks way different now. 

        BEN slowly approaches you, you back yourself into a corner. "Y/n, it's me, BEN! I know I look a lot different than I used to," BEN says, trying to jog your memory. You recognize his voice, holy shit that is BEN! Without warning, you run at BEN and engulf him in a tight hug. You both stay in the hug for a solid fifteen minutes before letting each other go. After that, you all walk back to the mansion, Hoodie explains to you what your job options are and your living situation. You barely listened to him though, because you and BEN were catching up. You can't wait to tell him how you escaped and murdered your father. He'll be happy to know he's finally gone to hell. You can't wait to see what the future entails now that you finally found your brother.

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You’re My Sunshine - Ben Hardy X Reader - Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry for the really really reaaaaaally long wait ...my bad!

Summary: Reader is the niece of Roger Taylor and the assistant to the BoRhap boys. Joe is jealous and the others like to tease him.

Chapter 2

You never did like it when morning rolled round and you found Bens side of the bed empty. You figured you’d woken up not long after Ben had left as the bed was still warm and the mug of tea on the bedside table was still steaming. Ben loved to leave you little notes, whether it was with your morning tea, on the bathroom mirror for you to see when you finally decided to take a shower or simply attached to your favorite sweet treat in the fridge. Although Ben wasn’t next to you when you woke you were never completely alone. Frankie’s favorite thing to do once Ben had left was to curl up next you, every now and then licking you to wake you. Nothing made Ben happier than seeing you bond with Frankie, you were his girls after all.

“Alright I’m up!” You turned to Frankie who was now laying on her back, all four paws in the air awaiting a well deserved tummy rub “Happy now?”

After taking your first sip of tea, tea that Ben made exactly how you like it, you looked at the note, bound to be full of cheese and fluffiness.

‘My Sunshine,

I hope you and Frankie have a lovely day together. Can’t wait to come back to you both later!

I love you forever

Ben x’

Even though you had told Ben he really didn’t need to prove his love, you couldn’t help but smile when he did. Technically you and Ben weren’t living together despite you spending pretty much all your time at his and him often telling you to move in already. You spent the morning prancing round the flat in one Bens hoodies that drowned you, playing with Frankie and making the most of your day off as you waited for Bens return. Occasionally taking Frankie down to the ground floor to go to the toilet you had decided you weren’t going out, making Bens hoodie and your pj shorts a completely acceptable choice of fashion. In the middle of your normal routine of crappy tv shows your phone begins to ring, a video call from Ben.

“How are my girls?” Ben’s husky voice bellowed down the phone making Frankie’s ears prick up in excitement.

“We’re good aren’t we Frankie?” You cooed gently kissing the top of Frankies head as she curled up in your lap.

“Awh my girls” Ben smiled before being rudely interrupted.

“Hi Y/N!” Joe shouted, jumping up on Ben and scaring him.

“Hi Joe” You sighed a little as you laughed.

“So I was thinking about later...” Ben started his sentence before being cut off by Joe.

“Later yep...” Joe nodded along to wind Ben up.

“Do you mind?” Ben groaned as you laughed quietly at Joe.

“Not at all” Joe really was full of it.

“What was you going to say my love?” You smile sweetly at Ben, trying your best to keep him calm.

“I was thinking we could make dinner together” Bens lips curled slightly.

“What did you have in mind?” You replied, speaking softly and a little seductively even if Joe was still lurking behind Ben.

“Pizza?” Ben suggested knowing full well you had had pizza the night before.

“I like pizza!” Joe chipped in.

“Someone say pizza?” Gwil suddenly appeared, wearing his long curly wig in all its glory.

“Bloody hell!” Ben grumbled making you laugh a little.

“Well I better let you get back to filming” You grinned further winding up Ben.

“I’ll see you soon my sweet” The warmth of Bens voice radiating through the speaker.

You waited out the hours until Ben got home on the sofa with Frankie as usual, not knowing whether it would just be Ben walking through the door or if Joe had invited himself over. After a while you begin to drift in and out of sleep until the clang of keys in the door woke you. Frankie leapt of your lap and headed straight to the door.

“I’m home” Ben walked through the door greeted by Frankie at his feet.

“How was work?” You smiled, your heart melting watching Ben cuddle Frankie.

“I don’t know ask work, it appears to have followed me home” Ben rolled his eyes with a smile as Joe walked in.

“Y/N, how’s it going?” Joe grinned as he threw himself in a slump on the sofa.

“Erm hi Joe?” You looked at Ben for help as another voice appeared.

“Where do you want these Y/N?” Gwil smiled holding up a big bag of groceries.

“Erm ...on the worktop” You stutter, your unexpected guests made themselves comfy.

“You can be mad at me later, come here” You couldn’t resist Bens sweet smile as he walked over, gently placing his hands on your butt as he scooped you towards him.

“Ben we have guests?” You whispered knowing full well you were being watched.

“Awh come on, not cool guys” Joe groaned as Ben gave your lips a gentle peck.

“If you wanted someone to grab your arse Joe, all you had to do was say?” Gwil smirked as you and Ben laughed while Joe slumped into the sofa even more.

“Somebody’s jealous!” You sang as Ben tightened his grip around you, sway you gently in his arms.

“My god I love you” Ben spoke quietly in your ear with a light chuckle.

“Face it Joe, you’ll never beat Y/N when it comes to Ben” Gwil added further insult to injury.

“Shut up” Joe crossed his arms and tried to pout but he could stop the smile that was creeping across his face.

“Joe knows Y/N is my everything” Ben looked down at you still nestled in his arms, not wanting to let go you decide to take the wind up a step further, holding his face in your hand as you run your thumb along his jawline, your eyes locked on his.

“Gross!” Joes face contorted to resemble a shriveled prune.

“Alright alright that’s enough” Gwil called the end.

“Oi you’re in my house remember?” Ben smirked as the boys rolled their eyes.

“Are we making pizza then or not?” Joe reminded everyone.

As Joe and Gwil scrambled to the kitchenette, Ben suddenly but gently lifted you up and sat you on the worktop after all you needed to watch over these three crazies. While Gwil laid out the ingredients and Ben tried to remember where he kept certain utensils, Joe starting recording on his phone.

“So you crazies asked for more behind the scenes non-scripted stuff and today we’re making pizza!” Joe smiled, spinning the camera round to introduce everyone else “I’m at Ben’s with Gwil and of course the lovely Y/N, someone has to supervise after all”

"And clean up the mess” You laugh.

After an eventful evening of pizza making and eating, Joe and Gwil finally left, letting you and Ben enjoy the rest of the evening together ...once the aftermath of making pizza was cleaned up.

“Joe knows the flour is supposed to go in the bowl right?” You smile as you wipe the last flour covered piece of the worktop.

“Yeah I don’t think Joe knows how to not make a mess” Ben chuckled as he finished up the dishwasher “but hey, my pizza was good right?”

“Yeah it was ok” You teased Ben a little.

“Hey don’t lie...” Ben smiled as he stood behind you, holding you tightly firmly against as he spoke softly in your ear “You loved it!”

“Yes alright” You laughed quietly as Ben placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Now the boys have gone and everything is cleaned up...” Ben twirled you round with a grin before picking you up and placing you on the worktop like he had earlier but with a different plan in mind.

“I know that look...” You smiled as Ben looked up at the ceiling, trying to playing it cool as his hands found your hips as he stood between your legs to meet his.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Ben smiled sweetly as you gently run your thumb across his cheek “But guess what?”

“What?” You spoke softly as Ben gently let his nose rest against yours, your arms finding their way round his shoulders while his held you tight against him.

“We’re not filming tomorrow” Ben replied placing a quick peck on your lips “which means we get to spend the day together ...alone ...just the two us!”

“Yeah we both know Joe will find a way to be our third wheel ...he always does!” You smiled as Ben chuckled.

“Actually I already spoke to him and told him that I’m spending the day with you and you only” Ben grinned, making you melt a little as he held you tightly in his arms pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” You spoke softly as Bens lips began to curl into a smirk.

“God I love you!” Ben replied as he lifted you up from the worktop and carried you to the bedroom.

You were both excited at the thought of spending a whole day together just the two of you even though you knew realistically Joe would turn up at some point. Days that were just you and Ben were far and few between, you loved to time with the boys and so does Ben but sometimes the two you needed some alone time together...

[doing-all-write]

flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap. 

Word Count: 1K (she’s bby)

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

A/N: Hello! I’m working on part 3 of don’t be a baby (i haven’t forgotten, don’t worry!) BUT that video of Joe’s audition tape was too soft and adorable for me NOT to write this little blurb with the help of @mrhoemazzello​ who is the greatest muse known to human kind 💖💖💖 

💖💖As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

"BABE" 

"You don't need to yell, I'm literally right next to you." she turned with a squeak as the tips of her braids hit Joe, causing him to clutch his face in faux agony. 

"SHE'S BLINDED ME!" He screamed at the same time that she cried, "I'm sorry!" 

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" She scrunched her nose as Joe smashed his palms against her face, "I can only tell who's who anymore by touch alone." She giggled as she gently pushed her palms against his chest, feeling the softness of his well-worn sweatshirt pushing back. 

"Wow, you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, are we really dating?" 

"Yes," she laughed, "Much to my dismay." 

"The woman WOUNDS me with her hair then with her words?" Joe flung his hand against his forehead, slumping against the wall as (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

"This is what I get for dating an actor."

Peeking at her through his eye, Joe grinned, "And you wouldn't change it for anything, would you?" 

"Not for anything in the world." She smiled as she got on tip-toe to plant a kiss on his lips. Pulling away, Joe placed a hand on her hip, bringing her closer so he could kiss her again. Feeling her smile against his lips was his favorite thing in the world. 

"You know, we said we were going to the store twenty minutes ago..." 

"You're really ruining a romantic moment here." Joe sighed against her lips. 

"Will you ever forgive me?" She mumbled as she gave Joe a long, lingering kiss. 

Pulling away, she giggled at the stunned look on Joe's face. "If you keep kissing me like that, I'll forgive you for everything forever." 

Laughing she grabbed his keys from the side table, "Are we going our what? We have exactly zero food in the house." 

Shaking himself from his stupor Joe snatched the keys from her hands, brushing past her to the front door where he stepped into his shoes, "And who's fault is that?" 

"It was a stressful week! You know I bake a lot when I'm stressed!" 

"Don't forget the eating aspect." 

"That's the most important part!" She flung her arms out wide to illustrate her point. 

Laughing, he tugged on the end of her braid, "You ready to go, darling?" 

"Yeah," her eyes widened, "SHOT GUN!" she screamed as she bolted for the car. 

~

Caaaaaan?

"ANYYYBODYYY! FIND ME! SOMEBODY TOOOOO!" She shoved a fake microphone into Joe's face, "Looooooove." Joe sang passionately into the mic in his best baritone voice. Flinging her head back, she let loose a loud laugh. 

Glancing over at her, Joe's heart expanded. The sun was streaming through the windows, bits of hair falling out of her braids, blowing all over. Her smile was wide and he was sure he had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. 

Reaching forward, he turned down the song, "Did I ever show you my audition tape I sent in for Bohemian Rhapsody?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, he had shown it to her on one of their first dates and she had watched it every day since. 

Joe knew that and (Y/N) knew that, but quirking an eyebrow, she decided to play dumb, "You know, I don't think you ever have Mazzello." 

Nodding sagely, Joe gripped the wheel, "Well, luckily, we're in the same car that I happened to film it in and I think I can remember the accent.."

"Babe, you literally did the accent last night when we were making out." 

"Yeah and it turned you on." Smacking his arm, Joe laughed, "Alright, alright. You ready?" 

Straightening up in her seat, she smacked her hands on her thighs, "Okay, Mazzello. Annnnnd...ACTION." 

Launching into his monologue he gave during his audition tape she felt her heart straining in her chest. The love she felt for Joe in this moment stole her breath away. Turning her head, she let her gaze drink in Joe, at the sun streaming in, highlighting his profile. Being with him felt like holding a birthday candle close to her chest, it was a fire but it was full of promises, of wishes, of good things to come and years and years to look forward to together. 

Taking his eyes off the road to meet her (Y/E/C) ones, he smiled. "Are you even listening to me?" 

Nodding, she laughed as Joe's hand came to rest on her thigh, "Because it seems like you're not even paying attention to anything I'm saying to." He continued in John's accent. 

"I am! I am, I swear." She patted his hand as Joe nodded, mollified, "Okay, because it would be a shame if you weren't listening as I told you about the time that I went to set super hungover and Ben and Gwil tricked me into eating mayonnaise..." hearing her laugh fill the car was better than any song that could be play over the stereo. 

"Babe! That's not true! I was there on set that day with you just as hungover, I was the one who MADE you take that fourth shot!" 

"Yes, and we both paid for it dearly." He said with a straight face as she fell into giggles again. Glancing over at her, another smile lit up his face. "Babe, oh my god, stop, my sides hurt." She whined as she swept a finger at the moisture that had collected in her eyes. 

"Would you like to hear me rate my favorite kind of cheeses in this accent as well?" He bit back his own smile as her laughter shook her frame. Leaning over the console she buried her face into Joe's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the laundry detergent they used and sunshine. 

Feeling her shake against him, Joe leaned over to plant a kiss on her head. Lifting his head up, he continued his monologue on cheeses, completely oblivious to her pleas, begging him to stop. 

"So that's why Gouda is probably my favorite cheese but Pepperjack is a close second." He shrugged as (Y/N) collapsed back into her own seat, clutching her stomach. 

"Oh my god, Joey, I'm dying, please. Holy shit..." she trailed off as she caught her breath. Joe laughed, keeping one hand firmly planted on her thigh, the other one deftly steering the car into the parking lot of the grocery store. 

As her laughter died down, Joe parked the car and twisted in his seat to face her fully. Wearing one of his sweatshirts, no makeup, eyes crinkly as she recovered from her laughing fit. Her smile, wide and unguarded. The Queen playlist she had made him playing softly in the background. The sun lighting her form up, making her look angelic. All of a sudden he couldn't fight the words that were leaping from his throat. 

"I love you." 

Her laughter died as she stared back at Joe, eyes wide. 

"Wh-what did you just say?"

Taking a deep breath in, Joe figured it wouldn't make much sense to deny what he'd just confessed. 

"I said, I love you, (Y/N)." He lifted his eyes from his hands to meet hers and her breath hitched. She wanted to spend forever drowning in them. The next words left her body in a sigh. 

"I love you too, Joey." 

Realizing what they had just admitted to each other, the smiles they were beaming at each other were huge. 

"We probably look like idiots. Just sitting here. Staring at each other." (Y/N) mumbled. 

"Smiling like two fucking weirdos." Joe added as she nodded then lunged across the car's console, planting a kiss on Joe like she had right before they'd left for the store. 

Pulling back, they each had equally dazed looks on their faces. 

"Should we, um, even try to go grocery shopping? Or-" 

"Can we please go home and have sex?" she asked as she kissed Joe's bicep, buckling her seatbelt back into place.

It took Joe three tries to get the car started. When he finally did, (Y/N) was laughing just as hard, if not harder than she had before. 

"I'm sorry but the woman who I love just said she would have sex with me! Excuse me for getting a little flustered." Joe huffed. 

"It's adorable, how do you think I feel knowing the man I'm in love with is that excited to have sex with me?" she mumbled as she scrolled through Joe's phone, trying to find the next song. 

Joe glanced over at her, "What are you so focused on over there, (Y/L/N)? You've got your tongue sticking out when you're concentrating super hard."

Quickly pulling the tip of her tongue back in to her mouth, she chuckled as she hit play on the next song. "I was trying to find our new 'I love you' song." 

Joe's eyes grew soft as he reached over to take her hand in his own, "Yeah? And what song would that be?" 

The machine of a dream!

The look on Joe's face was better than she thought it would be. 

As the song's final notes played, Joe parked the car next to their building and reached over to take both of her hands in his, "(Y/N), I need to tell you something important." 

"Yes, Joey?" She said as she batted her eyelashes at him. 

"I'm in love with my car...and also you." She gasped as she swooned into her seat.

"Babe, you know just want to say to make a girl weak in the knees." 

"I also know what to do to make her weak in the knees." he whispered in her ear as he nipped at her earlobe. Squeaking, she frantically pulled at the handle of the car door, "Well then what are we doing just sitting here? We gotta get inside!" 

Chuckling Joe unfolded himself from the car, "Who's the flustered one now?"

[doodle--writes]

Temptations- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2968

Warnings: Cursing, smut, alcohol

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a smut for adult Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe where the reader is a member of the losers club and her and Eddie had crushes on each other when they were younger and those feelings came back when they met up again at the restaurant. Maybe have it be set towards the end of the film and Eddie survives and figures what the hell and just gives into his feelings. Thank you so much in advance! ☺️

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When Mike had called, you were in the middle of teaching a lesson to your fourth period class. At first, you had let the phone buzz in your purse. The second time, you let it buzz again. The third time, you sighed, just throwing the answer key to the previous night's assignment under the ELMO to let the kids check their own work.

You pulled out your phone and answered. "Hello Ms. L/N speaking- if you'd please call at a later time- I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"Y/N, it's Mike."

The class had gone quiet so they could try and hear your conversation. You gave them all a slightly scolding yet somewhat amused look as you stepped out of the classroom. Outside, you spotted a teacher with her plan period across the hall.

You hurried over, phone still near your face but not quite pushed against it.

"Hey Diana," you smiled nervously, "can you take my class for a few minutes? They're juniors, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Seeing you had your phone, she nodded with a small smile and wordlessly stepped into the classroom.

You started walking towards the teacher work room and put the phone back to your ear. "Hello, yes, I'm sorry about that. I had to leave my classroom," you sighed. You lightly shook your head and forced a smile although the mystery man on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to see it. "So, I don't believe I know a Mike. Are you sure this isn't the wrong Y/N?"

"I'm positive. It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry. We used to be friends."

"I-" you paused, something starting to poke at your memory. You began to walk a bit faster, heels clicking viciously against the tile floor. "You were homeschooled weren't you? Had a little farm?"

"There we go. You remember."

"Yeah I do," you hummed softly, now wondering why on earth he was calling you after... how long? ... 27 years?

"It's back."

When you woke up, you were laying on a sickbed in the school infirmary, your legs just barely fitting on it. You moved your legs to the floor and sat up. The room spun a bit but it slowed down after a few moments.

You didn't remember much after that other than the pain as you collapsed in the middle of the hallway and hushed but panicked voices nearing.

_____

A few footsteps shuffled in and began to bombard you with questions over whether or not you were alright. Truthfully, you weren't and you'd say you weren't, but with a totally different explanation.

"Oh you see, I had a family emergency. My mom... she..." You struggled to come up with an excuse since your mother had passed away about a decade prior.

Luckily, one of the staff members, Diana from earlier, changed the subject. "How many days do you need off?"

The flight and arrival in Derry was all blurred to you. You were shocked you had managed to function like an actual human being. Or at least you thought you did; you couldn't say for certain.

"Maybe a week," you smiled small, but you hoped, you prayed it was less.

_____

Although as you entered the Jade Orient, part of your sanity seemed to return. You were clearheaded as you talked to the hostess, mentioning that you were there for a party of eight.

She gestured back towards a seating area that was blocked off by a wooden screen. You were hesitant to enter, there was no doubt about that, but you stepped in and gave a sigh of relief. There was no jump scare or moment of shock; just faces you knew that had aged over the years.

Mike and Bill were engrossed in a conversation that made both of their eyes light up. You overheard something about Bill's writing- oh yeah Bill was a famous writer now- and Mike's library.

Now, the other two were antithetical in comparison; Richie and Eddie were sitting across from each other, making fun of each other, bantering.

You smiled to yourself. Just like old times.

Richie was in the middle of a 'your mom' joke before he looked up and whistled. "Oh damn who is that thiccums over there?"

Working with high school students, you knew exactly what that meant and you turned red, shaking your head, but unable to stop smiling. "Keep it in your pants Richard." You held your arms out to hug him. "But get your ass over here and give me a hug."

Richie nearly leaped from his seat, tripping over his gangly legs, and wrapped his equally long arms around you.

It felt weird having Richie, who used to be shorter than you, stand above six foot and hug you so tightly, but it felt nice.

After he pulled away, he laughed. "Shit, you're showing me up. I got the dad bod and here you are with childbearing hips and an itty bitty waist."

You laughed embarrassedly. "Oh Richie you're flattering me."

You turned back towards the table, ready to speak but you stopped yourself. Staring at you was a slender but sharp face with inquisitive eyes as big as a Disney princess. His nose had sharpened in angles over the years but very faintly you could see familiar freckles from sunshine trailing over both cheeks and his nose.

He smiled at you and you smiled back, feeling the heat of a childhood crush fill your cheeks. "Hi Eddie."

He was up on his feet in an instant, pulling you close and into a hug that was almost too tight. Just almost. Yet you found your embarrassment fading and your cockiness growinf. "Miss me that much?"

He pulled away almost immediately, rambling over how it was "so amazing to see you" and how you "grew up to look exactly like your mother".

You rolled your eyes but your smile stayed as you went to squish his cheeks. "And you haven't changed at all," you cooed.

And you drank. Richie drank. Bill drank. Mike drank. Even Eddie, who had scolded you once or twice for underage drinking, drank to the point of delight.

He lightly pushed your hand away before you turned to the rest of the group, laughing. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink!"

______

When Ben and Bev arrived, they joined the festivities.

You didn't quite remember how, but you ended up in Eddie's lap, giggling, feeling like a teenager again. He felt the same as he had an arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

He kept his arm there as he walked you back to the townhouse; neither of you felt like it was suitable to drive back with how drunk you were.

The walk upstairs was jovial as you swung your hands together and laughed even though no jokes were told.

But the air changed once you had reached the top. Eddie's bedroom was closest and you weren't sure if he dragged you in or if you had pulled him in, but that didn't matter at all.

As soon as the door was closed, arms were wrapped snug around your waist, a chest surprisingly tough pressed against yours.

Eddie was staring at you, mouth barely agape, breathless. Inside he was panicking some but God he knew he wanted this.

"Tell me to stop," he warned.

You returned his look, but yours carried a smugness to it; like you were confident in the first place that things would go accordingly.

"Don't you dare stop."

With that, Eddie's mouth slammed against yours in a way that threw you off guard entirely. Eddie, as long as you had known him, had been somewhat pristine. Sure, he could be as loud as Richie and much angrier, and he was no Stan, but Eddie always had a neatness to him.

So to see him do something so intense, so sloppy took your breath away.

You kissed him back with a similar if not equal force that made your lips tingle and burn.

Your arms planted themselves around his neck; your hands grasped onto fistfuls of hair just as soft and thick as it had been before Eddie even hit puberty.

Eddie pulled away slightly, your lips maybe a centimeter apart, foreheads pressed together. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?" He phrased it more so as a question than a statement.

You nearly agreed, but you remembered something. "Eddie, we can't. You're married." You pulled your arms away from him and stepped back. "I don't care if your marriage isn't going well. I don't want to be the one to make you cheat." You looked to the ground, feeling as if you had sobered up.

Eddie stepped back a foot and tried to look anywhere that wasn't you. "Y-yeah, right. Sorry, I think I drank too much."

"I did too." You slowly made your way closer to the door before you told him, "have a good night, Eddie."

The following hours and days, you weren't exactly sure how long the process of killing a demon clown was, were grueling. Yet, all of you made it.

He mumbled something in return, but you didn't hear it because you were already down the hall.

_____

Yes, there were extremely terrifying moments that made you feel like you pissed yourself. Like when: Bill nearly drowned in water, Richie got put in the deadlights, Mike tried to get you all to do a ritual that killed the original casters, Ben had more shit carved into his stomach, Bev nearly drowned in blood, Eddie was stabbed in the fucking face, and you nearly suffocated at one point.

You took joy in watching the house on Neibolt Street collapse into itself. That house that had haunted you for nearly three decades was finally gone.

You looked around at your friends. Everyone was dirty and covered in blood of their own or even someone else's. "Hey guys," you began, "how about we go swimming?"

A small chorus of delayed and tired 'yeah's followed. All of you walked through town, ignoring those who looked at you like you were insane.

About halfway there, Eddie squirmed his way next to you and reached out for your hand.

After the quarry, you all went back to the townhouse, deciding to rest up before you'd all inevitably leave Derry once again. Only this time, you wouldn't forget. You'd remember your friends and go on in life with them as your friends.

You let him.

___

Quietly, you walked to your room and as soon as you could, you took a long shower. You took great care in getting all of the blood and dirt off of your skin. You washed beneath your nails. You spent time carefully working the knots out of your hair.

Once you were out, you walked to your luggage, going through it for anything comfortable. You wondered if you had left some things from a previous trip inside because you did not remember packing lingerie.

You thought about it for a moment before saying fuck it and you put on the lingerie with a small satin robe over it.

Just as you tied the robe, a knock came on the door. "Y/N, may I come in?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Yeah come on in, Eddie," you called, going to sit on the end of your bed.

Eddie carefully opened the door, and peeked his head inside before he completely appeared. You noted that he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You had never seen Eddie in sweats before and you weren't complaining at the change.

Eddie's cheeks went red at the sight of you but he sat next to you nonetheless.

"So I called it off with Myra."

Those were not at all the words you expected.

"Woah Eddie, I'm sorry." You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder.

He sighed and turned toward you. "This week made me realize something. Well, more accurately, it made me remember something." He takes one of your hands between his own. "I care for you more than anyone else. You make me laugh, you make smile, you make me brave. You do all these things to me and I know what that means. I think I've known since we were kids." He looks into your eyes. "I love you."

You practically tackled Eddie, knocked him back onto the mattress and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but it lingered as you cupped his non injured cheek with your hand. "I love you too Eddie. So much."

You kissed him again, slightly harder this time and planted yourself to where you were straddling him.

It didn't take long for you to feel something underneath you. Just the thought of it was enough to drive you crazy.

Just like Eddie had said once before, you looked down at him and said, "tell me to stop."

He quickly shook his head. He wanted this even though he wasn't exactly sure what all of this entailed.

You leaned down to kiss him once again before dragging your lips down to his jaw. You found a spot that made his breath hitch in his throat and decided to mark it, gently biting and sucking until you left a deep purple mark there.

Eddie groaned before switching gears. You were the one laying on your back as Eddie kneeled between your legs. "Can we get this robe off?"

You leaned up a little before untying the robe and tossed it to the floor.

Eddie took a moment to stare at you. You wore baby doll lingerie; essentially a type of intimate nightgown that's usually see through.

That's exactly how yours was. He could see your nipple starting to poke at the fabric, stretching it.

He reached down and gently squeezed your chest, earning a shaky breath. He moved to cup your breast, his thumb tracing your nipple. You whined a bit at the feeling of lace scratching over it and the feeling of Eddie's hand.

It had admittedly been quite a while since you had the touch of someone other than your own hand or a Hitachi so you felt extremely sensitive.

In a swift movement, Eddie pulled the fabric away from your chest entirely and replaced his thumb with his tongue. You moaned quietly as he began to work on your chest. His hand found its way to your other breast.

Your legs tried to clench but Eddie sat between them and once he felt that, he moved his attention downwards.

He moved back and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He looked at you. "May these come off?"

You nodded. "Yes take them off. Please."

He gingerly slid them down your legs before tossing them onto your robe.

He leaned down between your legs but didn't use his mouth yet. Instead, he tested the waters with one finger, first rubbing your clit, which earned a whine. Then he stuck a finger in to see exactly how needy you were. The answer? Very.

Eddie began to methodically finger you while his tongue flicked against your clit repeatedly. Just knowing that Eddie was the one doing it made your heart beat fast and your head dizzy.

"Eddie," you moaned, "more."

With that, Eddie added a second finger and began to curl them inside of you, earning a somewhat loud gasp. You put your hand over your mouth, fully aware that Richie's room was the next one over and man you did not want that conversation tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long for you to tangle your fingers in Eddie's hair and chant his name. He ate you out more viciously, his fingers pumping in and out at a rate that made you dripping wet.

When your orgasm came, you bucked your hips up, moaned into your hand, and squirted. Luckily Eddie was out of the way by that point. You knew how he was about bodily fluids but he didn't seem to mind right then.

He leaned down and kissed you. You were much more eager in the kiss as you tried to get over the high of your orgasm. He whispered praises into your ear and after a moment, you switched it over again.

Now Eddie was beneath you as you slid his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.

You looked at Eddie. "Do you care whether or not we use a condom?"

He shook his head, surprising himself. "Not at all."

You whispered a small "thank god" before lining yourself up with him. You slid down onto him with a lewd mew.

Eddie's hands found themselves on your hips, lightly squeezing. A nearly lightheaded feeling washed over you, but you admittedly wanted more.

You brought your hips back up before sliding down onto his cock again, making both of you groan.

You rested your hands on his chest as both of you whimpered and groans at each slap of your thighs against his torso.

It felt like an embarrassingly short time before your thighs tried to clench around him.

It felt embarrassing for him as well once he began to feel the coil in his stomach tighten.

You came with a rather pornographic moan and your walls tightened around Eddie. The sensation was enough to finish him off, making him cum.

Breathlessly, sex drives and overall shape not as great as it used to be, the both of you lay down.

You find yourself cuddling into Eddie's chest as one of his legs lazily lays over your own.

Eddie sighs happily. "Well that's like a wet dream come true."

You giggle. "And one hell of a way to start a relationship."

Eddie smiles softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[seancekitsch]

Stan Uris x Reader: Making up for Lost Time

Requested by: NO ONE hahaha all me i love Stan

Warnings for the series include: canon issues including self harm, attempted suicide, emotional trauma, the clown, anxiety, adult Bill Denbrough’s personality, book and movie canon being merged together because I like to play god, light smut.

-when Stan picked up the phone for a second time that night, it was purely by accident. It was a habit he apparently even now could not shake. He dunked his one bloody arm into the water and picked up his iPhone with the other.

-“Stan? It’s you right? God, what are we going to do?” You didn’t even wait to hear him say hello. Didn’t give him a chance. But then again, you never did, did you? Memories of you came rushing back to him. Pushing him off the cliff into the quarry, sitting patiently while he recited Torah portions to you, sneaking in his window when you knew school was stressing him out too much to remind him to eat. How could he ever forget someone as special to him as you? And then he remembers his other arm. The one that stings despite the warm water.

-He wants to hang up the phone, he does. He has something he has to finish. But your voice strikes him, then soothes him. He’s entranced. It’s a little huskier than when you were young. He finds himself wanting to ask about what your life is like now. And he realizes he hasn’t said a word to you yet.

-“Stan, what are we going to do? I won’t go back there if you’re not.” What could he tell her? No? ‘I’m not coming I’ll be dead by the time you finish booking a flight’ couldn’t work. It would be easiest to bite the bullet and hang up right now. But he can’t seem to do that either. He doesn’t want to never hear that voice again. As if he wasn’t in control of his own actions, he stutters out a small “I’ll be seeing you” before hanging up and lifting that other arm out of the water. The fresh air stung, but he could deal. He could also find a way to close it and wrap it. He booked his second flight of the night shortly after.

-His wife Patty didn’t understand. She couldn’t; and he didn’t hold that against her. It was a piece of their relationship long since lost on both accounts. But it wasn’t malicious. He packed quietly, careful not to mess up his very precarious stitching, resigned to the fate that awaited him up north. He was one of the few to see it for what it truly was that summer. Although he didn’t have a name for it as he lost his memory, it lingered in his dreams. Flashes like a movie from your childhood long forgotten.

-The flight isn’t long for him, and neither is the drive to the Derry townhouse. He’s in a trance as he pulls up to the parking lot, checks into his room, and unpacks. This is all until he realizes he didn’t pay anyone for this room. He goes downstairs to find no one at the desk he had just been at. In fact, it looked like no one had been there for a while. There was dust on the counter. Behind him, he can hear glasses clinking together. The bar. It’s not until he hears someone that he turns around.

-“I’m making gin and tonics, if you want one? Sir?” It’s that voice from the phone. You. He almost spins on his heel to see you for the first time since high school. You looked just like you did, but wiser. Your cheeks a little thinner and your hair a little longer but it was still you. How could he forget that face? He nods enthusiastically, his body taking him closer each step to you.

-Your face breaks into a grin so wide your face looks split in two. It’s a grin he didn’t know he was waiting to see. The two of you chat, catching up on all the important things. He’s an accountant. Fitting, you remark. He kept everything in order as kids, and now he does so as an adult. You’re an editor for a big publisher based in Seattle. He would have always thought you’d go into art or music, but it makes sense. You always liked to help others shine. You tell him you’re recently divorced because you never wanted kids, and he feels a twinge of regret in telling you he’s still technically married.

-Yes, Stanley Uris was still married to Patricia Uris, but the romance and love had long since died. That’s what this whole trip to Argentina was supposed to try to fix. But Stan knew they both knew it was futile. They had grown too far apart and out of love, and it was no ones fault. When he came back from Derry he would expect both of them to go through the motions of the trip and then quietly file for divorce. Or if he could, they’d get their refund and cancel and still divorce without issue from either party. And even though it was no ones fault, and they both knew where it was headed, he still felt guilty for wanting to hear your voice again.

-You seemed to close off a bit despite him explaining his situation, and he hates that. He remembers you and he were the closest throughout childhood and high school, so he hates that he’s said anything to change that. But he presses on in conversation because he wants to know everything he can about what you’ve done since leaving for college.

-This one on one reunion doesn’t last, however, because after a few mixed drinks you realize its time to meet the others at the restaurant. You talked about everything except for it. But now you had to face the others. You decide to share a cab, and it’s a silent ride over to the Jade of the Orient. Nerves have struck you both like a speeding train.

-Those nerves only dissipate in you when Richie sees you, and lifts you up in a swinging, bone crushing hug. You and Richie were only close because of Stan, but that doesn’t mean your friendship was only auxiliary. While you didn’t remember much, seeing Richie’s face reminded you of laughter and sunshine and drunken mirth. Stan still seems apprehensive, but you don’t seem to notice.

-You sir next to Stan at dinner, and while you’re only here because he said he would come back, you’re glad Mike even gave you Stan’s number. You’re so happy that you have your long forgotten childhood back. It strikes you that you’ve edited one of Bill’s books that he and his wife are adapting into a movie . You missed Eddie’s ranting and arguing. You missed joking around with Bev and Richie. Mike and Ben seem successful and happy. It’s everything you could have hoped for your fellow losers.

-But then the fortune cookies are served. Each fortune has one word on it, and it confuses you until you all remember the clown. Yours just says “Stanley”, Richie’s says “Looks”, Mike’s said “Like”, Bev’s says “Not”, Bill’s says “Did”, Stan’s says “Almost”, Eddie’s says “It”, and Ben’s says “Make”. What did that mean? Then as you all argued, your fear heightening your anxiety and aggression, Mike started to arrange the fortunes.

-‘Looks Like Stanley Almost Did Not Make It’ what the hell did that mean? None of you have time to ponder that, though it stays on your mind, because the entire table starts shaking.

-The fortune cookies hatch into a dozen tiny terrors that make all of you want to leave Derry and never return. In fact, you all almost do. But somehow, everyone manages to calm each other down, and after a few more drinks and a few cigarettes, you all turn in to sleep. Except you.

-You find yourself wracking your brain about those fortunes, and that the only way to get to the bottom of this is to ask Stan himself. So you find yourself knocking on his door in only your satin robe, make up smeared across your face. And he lets you in anyway. He’s only in a pair of sweatpants and it’s clear he’s been in here beating himself up about something. But then your eyes catch the large bandage on his forearm. What the fuck is that?

-“I tried not to come back, okay?” He’s defensive. You guess you said that out loud. “But it was your damn voice. You just had to stop me. Do you think i WANT to be here? I’m here for you. To keep you safe.” As he’s been talking, he’s been crossing the floor, closer to you with each step. Your eyes have rested on the bandage the whole time. The weight of his words feeling like you’re drowning in them, until ...

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Next part coming soon!!!

[triptuckers]

Head over heels (Reece Bibby)

Request: No Pairing: Reece Bibby x female!reader Summary: You and Reece have been dating for quite some time. You kept it a secret, not wanting to tell the world yet. You were scared Reece’s fans would hate you. You’re best friends with Blake, George and Reece, but you don’t know how the fans would react if you told them you were more than best friends with Reece. However, when you both get a bit tired of sneaking around. Warnings: Pure fluff Word count: 1.7K A/N: I got this idea when I saw New Hope Club live a couple weeks ago and I was completely starstruck because I saw the one and only Reece Bibby right in front of me. Literally my head flooded with inspiration like what is going on?? Also Jo?? You’re posting two imagines two days in a row? Lol maybe this hot weather is working anyway. I like this piece so much that I didn’t proof read it because I am so excited to post it and to see your reactions. Enjoy reading!!

 It is extremely hot. Or at least, way hotter than it normally is. Even though you live in England, you have spent quite some summers in Amsterdam, given that you have family there. But never was a summer this hot. And it is only June. You look forward to traveling to countries where the summers are less hot. You like summer, of course, what’s wrong about sunshine and going for a swim every night? But too much sun isn’t exactly your cup of tea. Everyone is sweating and most of the men took off their shirts. You, on the other hand, aren’t as lucky. You were comfortable with walking around in your bra in your apartment, but not in public. There’s still a slight gap between wearing a bikini top and a bra in public. 

You’re currently on tour with New Hope Club. You officially are the one who designs their merchandise and you occasionally help out Tanner with photography or editing videos. To be able to design new shirts, sweaters, or any other piece of merch, you didn’t necessarily needed to go on tour with the boys, but you wanted to. You loved spending time with your best friends and watching them perform. But the main reason you were always excited to join them on tour, was so you could spend time with Reece. You and Reece had been together for quite a while. Most people knew about your relationship. Your family did and so did Reece’s. Blake and George obviously knew as well. Everyone on the crew knew about you, and so did your closest friends. But everyone else didn’t know about you and Reece yet. 

You wanted to keep things private. You didn’t need everyone know everything about your relationship with Reece. And with everyone you meant the fans. There was no way of telling how they would react, it could be in a sweet way. But the last time there were rumors of one of the boys being in a relationship, the fans didn’t exactly react well. And so you and Reece kept things quiet. At least until you were both ready to tell the world.

You are currently walking down the streets of Amsterdam the day before the show. It was in the evening, so luckily it had cooled down a bit. You are still sweating like crazy, but you weren’t drowning in your sweat any more, which you are very grateful for. You stroll around the city, showing everyone your favorite spots. Reece walks next to you, and Blake and George are there as well. Ben had decided to tag along as well, but Joe and Tanner stayed at the hotel to finish their work. You and Blake both have your cameras with you, as you’re walking toward a spot to watch the sunset. 

When you arrive at the spot, you take your camera and snap a few quick photos of the view (and of course, you take some of Reece). As you watch the sunset you feel Reece sneak his arms around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye you can see Blake taking photos of the two of you. You smile to yourself as you continue to admire the sun. 

After a few minutes, Reece starts to softly hum songs in your ear. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. The feeling of the warm sun on your skin and closed eyelids. Reece standing behind you holding you and humming songs. You are truly grateful for everything. Going on tour with the boys was always so much fun. And you and Reece would always find a way to sneak away so you could spend time together. Whenever you are in the dressing room, on the bus, or anywhere else, you and Reece are always letting each other know you are there in some way. Holding hands, cuddles, and kisses to one another’s hands, cheeks or forehead weren’t uncommon. Gladly, the crew didn’t mind. Everyone loved seeing you and Reece together and you were so grateful for that. You didn’t know what it would feel like if anyone of your friends didn’t approve of your relationship with Reece.

Reece removes his chin off your shoulder to press a kiss to your cheek. You smile and right after you hear a faint but familiar click of Blake’s camera. You open your eyes and see Blake smiling at his camera with George standing next to him.

‘Sorry guys.’ says Blake. ‘I couldn’t help myself.’ ‘That’s okay.’ you say. ‘Can you send me those photos?’ Blake nods and begins to transfer the photos from his camera to his phone. You turn to look at the sun again and let out an approving sigh. ‘I love this. Just admiring the sunset with the people I love.’ you mumble and you lean back into Reece’s embrace. You feel a kiss to the back of your neck. ‘I love you.’ mumbles Reece against your skin. ‘I love you too, baby.’ you say and you turn your face to kiss his cheek. 

You run a hand through his hair and admire the way he looks in the sun. Reece is smiling at you softly as he’s still holding onto your body. You truly feel like you got the best one. It sounds cliché and rather cheesy, but you love Reece more than anything. He’s always there for you and you’re always there for him. You love him when he’s all sweaty, excited and full of energy when he comes off stage after a show. You love him when sings to you in the morning. You love him when you dance together in the kitchen late at night. You love him when you wear his sweaters when he’s away on tour. You are always careful, though. When wearing his sweaters or posting something on social media. But as you look at Reece watching the sun disappear behind the clouds, you don’t know why you hide anymore. You love Reece. Reece loves you. Why would you keep that a secret? Love is a thing that should be celebrated, right? Your thinking interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. You take it out of your pocket and see Blake sent you the photos he took of you and Reece. You unlock your phone to look at the photos. A smile appears on your face and your eyes lit up as you notice how happy you and Reece look. Reece has the biggest smile on his face as he holds you. You’re also smiling wide, clearly feeling happy. You turn to Reece.

‘Can I post these on instagram?’ you ask. Reece gives you a surprised look and removes his arms from your waist. ‘You want to go public?’ he asks you. From the corner of your eyes you can see Blake, George and Ben paying attention to your conversation. ‘Unless you don’t want to, I mean, we could also just-‘ your rambling is cut off by Reece kissing you sweetly on the lips. You smile through the kiss and close your eyes.

‘I’m totally okay with it. To be honest, I got a bit tired of all the sneaking around and keeping everything a secret. I wanted to talk to you but just never had the time to. I’m really glad you brought it up. I can’t wait to show the world how much I love you.’ says Reece happily as he pulls away. You smile again and open your instagram. Reece pulls out his phone as well.

‘Does this mean I can finally post that adorable photo of you asleep in my arms? The one on which you are wearing my pink sweater?’ asks Reece as he opens instagram as well. You chuckle and nod. The two of you end up posting a bunch of photos of you two. The captions on the posts are the same; just a heart emoji. They will get it. And if not, the photos will give them an explanation. The two of you hit post and Reece showers your face in kisses and you giggle and playfully push him away.

Later that day, you’re all at the tour bus. You had enjoyed watching the sunset and after it, you walked around for a bit more. Once it got too dark, you headed back to the bus. Right now, you lay on Reece’s chest as you look through your social media notifications. The people who already knew about you and Reece commented that they were glad you finally told the world about your relationship. 

Most of the reactions of the fans are positive, saying they support you. Many comment things as “I knew it” or “Finally!” There are also some negative comments, mostly of jealous fans. But you and Reece care very little about those comments. There are way more positive comments than there are jealous ones anyway. Now that you’ve posted something confirming your relationship, you didn’t know what you were so scared of. You and Reece agreed to still keep things private. The fans didn’t need to know every detail about the two of you. But it was nice that you didn’t have to sneak around anymore, worrying about running into a fan if you were wearing something of Reece’s clothes. 

You turn your phone off and cuddle closer into Reece’s arms. You bury your face in his neck and let out a pleased hum as Reece strokes your hair and occasionally presses a kiss to your forehead. Some people might not approve of your relationship with Reece. But you didn’t need anyone’s approval, really. You loved Reece. After all the time you’ve spent with him, you are still head over heels for him. You still feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach when he enters the room. You still run into his arms when he comes home after a tour. You still love to dance in the kitchen, you still love it when Reece sings to you, you still love to wear his sweaters. No, you didn’t need approval. You had someone who loved you. You had someone to come home to after a long day. You had someone who cared deeply about you. You had Reece. And that was enough. You drift off to sleep, safe and sound in Reece’s arms. Maybe going public was the best decision after all.

 A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[moonlightsolo]

Hotel California

request: How about a scenario where Ben goes to the Oscars but y/n could not go because she had to work the day of the show, but then her boss tells her she could have the day off so she flies to the states to go with Ben. But it turns out that the Oscars weren't until a week later and Ben just went to go see his ex? Fluffy ending? Sorry if it’s too much. - @leggo-l

pairing: ben hardy x reader

warnings: angst so much angst, fluffy ending, mentions of cheating, cursing, arguing, crying :(

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i wrote a lot for this request wow??? also your request was not too much, i love long detailed requests. send more in peeps, i need to keep writing! also i changed the plot a little bit, i hope you like it xoxo. gif: @mrbenhardys

“I’m so sorry, lovey. I know how important this is to you. Apparently, attending the Oscars isn’t important enough to miss work; according to the hospital directors.” You grumble against Ben’s skin, your arms wrap tighter around his unclothed waist.

You can feel how tense he is. It’s obvious that he is upset that you can’t join him on the trip. “I know, love. I understand. Saving peoples lives is definitely more important. I can’t have you give up being a nurse for me.” He snuggles into you more, his voice is rough from sleep. It makes you have butterflies— Even after two years of being together.

“I just don’t get why you have to leave two weeks in advance?” You lift your head from his chest to look into his eyes, “Because, I need to get alterations in my suit, a place to stay, a car... It’s complicated.” He sighs, shaking his head, “I’ll call you all the time, even FaceTime. Don’t worry. It’ll go by quick.” His hands cups your cheeks to pull you closer to him, his lips pressing against yours softly. You could drown in his kisses.

“Fine...” You huff against his lips, “I’ll go fix us some tea, yeah?” It takes all your motivation to leave the warmth of his arms, his hand grabs yours as you slip away. “If you’re gonna miss me, come to the kitchen with me.” You giggle as grab ahold of your soft robe off to wrap it around your body.

As you leave the room you can hear Ben groan as he stretches, the bed squeaking as he gets up. You can’t wait for more mornings like these in the future.

-

Your eyes keep glancing down to the watch on your wrist, watching the seconds go by. Thankfully, somehow you persuaded your boss to let you go for a few days. You instantly booked a ticket to Los Angeles to surprise the one and only, Ben Hardy. It’s been hell without him, not being able to vent to him about the horrible things you see at work. He rings you up here and there, but he’s been incredibly busy. The Oscars are in four days and tonight is your last night working in the ER before you leave for the states.

Thankfully, Ben’s best friend and co-star, Joe Mazzello has been keeping you updated on where Ben is staying ( since they’re sharing a suite ) Joe already ordered a chauffeur to pick you up from the airport and take you to their hotel.

Your nerves are shot as you stand up, telling your coworkers that you’re leaving. They all give you hugs and practically shoo you out of the ER. You go to your apartment in London to scrub off the germs from the hospital. Your things are already packed but you made sure everything was perfect before you left. It’s time to catch a flight.

-

The flight went by smoothly during the 11.5 hours. You slept most of the time if you’re going, to be honest. When you get off of the plane, you’re welcomed by LA’s warmth and sunshine. It felt great on your skin. After proceeding through customs, you collect your bag and head towards the man in a suit holding your name written on a piece of paper.

He greets you and offers to take your suitcase, you happily give it over as you follow him outside to where the car is parked. It’s a large black, tinted escalade. He opens the door for you so you can climb inside and get comfortable.

A text bings on your phone, seeing it’s Joe asking if you got to the driver alright.

Joe Mazzello: Did you find Mark the driver?

You: Yes, thank you so much!

Joe Mazzello: How was the flight? Are you nervous?

You: Flight was good. Nervous? Yes.

Joe Mazzello: It’ll be ok. He’s going to be soooooo happy to see you.

You smile at his response and continue to text him throughout the ride. Of course, as a tourist in a foreign city, you take occasional pictures of mostly everything. You’re amazed by it all.

As you arrive at the hotel, the driver pulls into a parking garage and gets your things out. You tug the straps of your backpack onto your shoulders and before you could open the door, Joe opens it for you with a huge smile.

“Joe!” You yell excitedly, practically jumping on him from inside of the car. The last time you saw him was when Bohemian Rhapsody was being filmed. You’ve been too busy at work to go hang out with Ben and the boys when they were still in London. “We’ve missed you! Especially because Ben doesn’t stop talking about you.” Joe laughs, pulling away from the hug to look at you, “And he raves about how great of a girlfriend you are.” Joe adds which makes your face flush. “Let’s go see Gwil. Ben should be in his room still.”

Joe and you tip-toe stealthily down the hallways, looking down each corner to make sure Ben wasn’t there. When you arrived at the suite, Joe put his card into the door and unlocked it. Gwil was standing at the entrance, “He’s not here.” His brows went up as he huffed, his hands coming up then falling down to slap against his pants.

Joe looked just as confused as you both walked in, “What?!” Joe exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air with a confused face. “I’m just as puzzled as you, Joe. He was on the phone with someone for a bit then he just said he had to go, grabbed his jacket and out he went.” Gwil exclaimed, motioning towards the door before looking down at you and smiling, “Hi, love. It’s good to see you.” He leans forward to capture you in a hug, you gladly return it.

“So he just left with no explanation?” You ask and Gwil gives you a tight-lipped smile as he nods. “Yep. I texted him but I’ve gotten no response.” Gwil sighs, checking his phone one more time. “I’ll go put your stuff in his room, yeah? Maybe he’ll come back soon.” Gwil pats your and Joe’s shoulder before taking your suitcase through the first set of french doors on the right.

You take your phone out of your pocket, clicking on his name in your texts. He never responded to your last message, it makes you panic a bit.

Bennie Hardie: How’s work been love?

You: Work has been alright! Just can’t wait to get off this shift so I can call you.

You: Hi, Bennie. You doing alright? How’s Cali treating ya?

You click send before noticing Joe walking away from the entrance to go sit on the couch; His hand grabs the remote to change the channel. You pull your bag off your back to lay by the door, along with your runners. You shuffle into the living room, your eyes taking in the beautifully decorated suite as you plop next to Joe.

He puts on an American cooking show and soon you grow tired, your head bobbing up and down. “You can go rest in my bed if you want. I would say go into Ben’s but if he comes back...” You cut him off, “Thank you. I’m gonna go take a nap.” You yawn as you walk towards the wrong door, “Nope. The other one.” Joe points out. You stick your tongue out at him before disappearing behind the correct door.

The bed is big and white with fluffy pillows and a blue throw blanket at the bottom. You collapse onto the bed, barely able to pull the blanket onto you before you fell asleep.

When you wake up, you’re sprawled out on the bed with the blanket tangled around your legs You can tell it’s dark outside. The room is dimmed and only illuminated by the lights inside. It smells like food, like pizza. Your stomach makes a low guttural groan to indicate you’re hungry.

Before you could get up, the door opens and Joe slips inside. “He’s here.” Joe whispers, motioning for you to get up. Your anxiety spikes as you get out of bed and follow him. You can’t spot Gwilym anywhere but you don’t seem to care right now. You hide around the corner as Joe goes into his room, peeking through the crack to spy.

The front door to the suite clicks and then it opens. Just as you’re about to jump out and surprise him, he speaks. “Let’s go to the living room. You have to be quiet though.” Ben’s hushed voice says as he walks inside. You can hear a second pair of footsteps so you listen. “Okay, I will. Don't worry.” It’s a female’s voice. Your heart drops and your heartbeat thumps in your ears. It can’t be. No fucking way.

You take a deep breath before taking a step in front of the pair, your eyes looked at him up and down. He wore a pair of joggers, sunglasses, runners and the sweatshirt that you had bought him. When he realizes you’re standing there, his face drops and pales. Your eyes scan over the girl next to him— It’s his fucking ex.

You didn’t say one thing as you turned around to head the opposite way. Ben calls your name out as he starts to run after you but you turn around quickly, your eyes filled with tears. “You have to be fucking daft, Ben. Fucking idiotic. You’ve been acting dodgy all week. I fucking know why now.” You throw your hand up towards the girl. She looks absolutely stunned.

“It truly doesn’t look like what it seems, love. Please hear me out.” Ben’s voice cracks, his blue eyes are glassy. “Piss off!” You laughed in his face, his face shows complete shock.

“I can’t believe you! I spend so many pounds on this damned ticket to come to surprise you and this is what I get in return?!” You go to push him out of anger but Gwilym comes running out with his hair soaked and in pajamas. The mediator, of course. He stands between you and Ben, “Go with Joe. I got this.” You catch Ben’s watery eyes one more time before turning on your heel to go through the doorway; Joe closes the door behind you.

You can hear Gwil’s and Ben’s raised muffled voices from behind the door as you crawl onto Joe’s bed. You let out heart-wrenching sobs into the duvet as you think about all of the lovely times you shared with him. He just threw it all away so damn quickly.

You lay there limp as your tears start to dry, rolling over onto your back so you could breathe. Joe sat on the edge of the bed so you scooted your body down so you were sitting next to him. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you start to weep again.

-

The next morning, Ben was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t ask but Gwil informed you that he was still asleep in his room. You slept in Joe’s room while he slept on the couch, it was a really nice gesture. After Ben had stopped arguing with Joe and Gwilym to try to see you, they got your luggage from Ben’s room so you could get your things and take a shower. Joe and Gwil were like your protective older brothers.

They offer you food but you decline as you opt for a cup of breakfast tea instead. You pull yourself up onto the counter as you sip at the steamy liquid. “I need to get back to London soon.“ You mumble sadly.

“We were actually thinking that you could talk to Ben before you leave,” Joe speaks. Your eyebrows furrow and your face crinkles with anger. “Why?” You snap, your grip tightening on your mug. “We listened to what he had to say last night. It was... reasonable.” Joe looks nervous as you grow angrier with him.

Gwilym’s eyes darted between you both, “But... if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. We aren’t trying to force you.” The lanky Brit adds.

You ponder on the thought of seeing him, punching him would definitely make you feel better. “Fine. He gets one chance to explain himself and then I’m going back home.” You grumble.

It was almost like you summoned him. Ben hesitatingly creeps around the corner with his hood up on his head, still in the same clothes from the night before. Your brain wants you to yell at him but your heart restrains against that idea. Your eyes watch Joe and Gwil take their plates of food into the next room to give you both some space.

“I’m truly sorry.” Ben mumbles sheepishly, you don’t respond as you wait for him to continue, “My ex and I; We broke up on a bad note and she wanted to talk because she felt bad about the way things ended and it wasn’t very civil. We weren’t going to do anything but talk. You don't know how much you mean to me, I would never do that to you, love.” He rambled on, you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

Now you’re starting to cry again, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as they blur your vision. He takes a few steps toward you, his hands resting on your knees. His arms snake around your waist slowly, making sure he wouldn’t get pushed off. You lean into him, spreading your knees apart so he could fit between them.

You could feel his shoulders shake as he cried against your chest and that pushed you over the edge, making you sob along with him. “I thought I was going to lose you over her.” He croaks against your sleep shirt, your hand pushes his hood off of his head to play with his blonde locks.

“I’m sorry I tried to push you. I’ve never wanted to get physical with you... in that way. I was just so... upset and hurt.” You sigh, shaking your head in embarrassment.

“I don’t know how you could have possibly come at the worst time.” Ben sighed, his comment makes you chuckle quietly because it’s true. He pulls away from your chest to press a soft kiss against your cheek. “Don’t leave, okay? Come with me.” Ben whispers in your ear, your eyes go wide. “What? To where?”

“Come with me to the Oscars. I’ll get you a dress and whatever you want. Just be my date.” He grins which makes you smile even larger.

“Really? Us? Publicly?” You pause as you thought it through, “Of course, I’ll go with you.” You press your lips against him, fully immersed in him. How his hands grip your hips, his lips move against yours, his familiar smell.

It feels like you’re home already.

[chaoticnootrals]

Star Crossed

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader 

A/N: I’m contemplating whether or not to make this a series, like, I have other chapters and all that so tell me if you like it! If you do, below is the summary for the possible series hehehe

Summary: In Ben’s search to become someone noble, he found his light within young Jedi pupil, Y/N, both falling for the other immediately. The pair sharing a connection far more meaningful than any alliance, coupling or marriage could ever bring thanks to the force. Yet, the pair are separated the night Luke unintentionally awakens the dark side within his nephew, ending in both thinking that the other had passed. This causes them to lead destructive lives for opposite sides of the intergalactic war where the two are bound by destiny to cross paths again. Star Crossed lovers at their finest.

Word count: 2099

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There are tears streaming down his face, a luxury of expression he hadn’t allowed himself to relish in for what seemed like eons gone by. The emotions running through him were blinding, so many years spent in the shrouded mask of the dark side, consumed by his own despair and loss, yet he was finally set free. All because of you.

“Y/N,” His voice quivered out your name, “Is it really you?”

“It’s me Ben, it’s really me.” You choked through strained vocal chords, smiling with a genuine warmth, no longer forced by obligation.

For years you had both suffered through the utter bitterness and anguish that came with the pain of a shattered heart. An agony that could only be the result of the loss of one’s soulmate, it festered and ate at your reality, blinding the two of you to any kind of resolution. There was no moving on for you, nor for Ben Solo himself. With the idea ingrained in his mind by Snoke that he had lost you to the cold clutches of death’s hold,  the Dark side consumed him and left nothing but the infamous Jedi killer, Kylo Ren in it’s wake. As for you, waking from a harrowingly long coma endured from the night you had lost your Ben Solo, you had become a brutal yet essential assassin for the resistance, no longer the sweet and loving Jedi pupil you had once known yourself to be. That nigh Ben Solo melted away into Kylo Ren and moulded you into the ruthless nightmare of the resistance had been intentionally blurred from both lover’s minds, all until now.

“Ben, no!” The structure collapsed and from the rubble he arose, having given into the beckoning call of the dark side that haunted him. He didn’t feel anger, nor did he feel sadness, it was the betrayal that pumped from an already damaged heart that clouded Ben’s mind, but more than anything Ben was truly scarred by the utter fear of what he had just experienced. His flesh and blood, his master, the one he had looked up to to heal the darkness he felt brewing within him, even he had lost faith in Ben, going as far as to be rid of him. Now Ben was alone, left to ponder and fear what he had done, what he could become, yet his mind only wandered to thoughts of you; his saving grace, his sunshine.

Just like magic there you were, running toward him, calling his name, trying to grip him back to reality. A lighthouse in the black sea that threatened to drown him. You didn’t know what had happened, frankly you couldn’t care less, but you could feel it as you slept, a disturbance that beckoned  you out of your slumber and called out for your Ben. Even before you had officially met, you felt the connection between yourself and Ben Solo. Ever since then you had been an inseparable pair, and from then both you and the young legacy had felt an obligation to protect one another, no matter what. This night was no different.

“Ben!” You called, ignoring the chaos that surrounded him, more concerned for the well being of your love.

Your heart raced and with heavy lungs and shaking limbs you made it to a fragile Ben standing amongst the carnage of his hut, lightsaber drawn and tear welled eyes that hurt to look upon. The sight stung to witness, with each steady blink and observation an ache in your heart tinged. Your unsteady hands extended up to cup Ben’s debris sooted cheeks. He stared panicked into the distance, you could see the pain and trauma that stained his vision as he examined the chaos.

“Y’Y/N…” He muttered quietly. “Luke..He-he tried to-“

“Ben, it’s okay. Look at me, please. Tell me what happened?” For Ben’s sake you tried to stay calm, but you wavered speech only left you with transparency.

“He was going to kill me.” Ben’s eyes finally met yours, a connection so intense with sheer distress you could feel it in your stomach, twisting in knots and lurking it’s way throughout your body.

Ben then fell to his knees, his arms snaking around you as he buried his face against your body, only hoping that this was all a twisted nightmare. Hoping that if he held you tight enough, close enough that it would all go away, yet here he stayed. Surrounded by what he could only describe as the inevitable, he was becoming what most claimed he would, all except you.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, Ben.” You whispered, hugging him even closer.

As if seeing the love of your life pained and broken wasn’t enough to break your heart, the force that connected you enhanced everything. Every memory, every emotion, every painful shake, you felt it all and it snapped your heart in two.

“It’s okay, my love. I promise you-“ You said assuringly, placing a long loving kiss to Ben’s matted jet black locks.

“Get away from him, Y/N!” A voice demanded from behind you.

As you protectively turned towards them, trying to shield Ben’s much larger frame with your own. Facing them, you were confronted by your Jedi cohort, all looking at the two of you with such animosity that you could practically feel it cutting through you with a simple glare. Each pupil was armed with a saber or blaster in hand. It was a Jedi’s duty to forgo anger, to avoid the violent situations of battle, yet they weren’t Jedi, they were scared children, but so were you; both of you. As frightened as you might have been, faced against hopeless odds, you swore to protect Ben’s innocence at whatever cost.

“Stay back!” You barked a warning to the oncoming swarm.

With an outstretched hand, the other gripping Ben’s own, pieces of debris levitated before you acting as a shielding wall. It was exhausting to use the force in the state you were in, and if you were honest the wall wouldn’t do much in your defences, but protection wasn’t the point. Very few of your peers were able to use the force to the extent both you and Ben could, and the levitation of broken down pieces around you was a display to show that you were not a pair to be trifled with.

“It’s not safe, Y/N” A female voice urged you.

“He’s a monster!” Another shouted.

“He killed our master, Luke Skywalker!” Yet another argued.

And finally, “He’s only using you!”

Ben had heard it all. Disgrace, monster, pathetic, disappointment, there was nothing he was not familiar with and he refused to let them get to him, or at least show that they did, but to be accused of using you was something Ben couldn’t allow. How dare they, he thought. How dare they accuse him of using you, he would never. Ben was already a damaged soul, with the absences of both parents as a child came the ever lingering feeling of abandonment. With he heavy expectations and legacy that hung above his head came the crushing pressures that tore him down. With the forever yearning to become something other than what was expected of him came the idea of being a Jedi would fix the torment within him, but that night; that night was the last straw.

The dark side had almost taken over and Ben wasn’t doing much to deny it anymore. As he rose from his knelt position he could see a sea of blasters all pointed in his direction, some even aimed at you and it made his blood boil. He no longer felt fear, no longer regret, instead replaced by pure rage. Right and wrong had no place in Ben’s morality, all he could see, all he could feel was your energy in which he was willing to protect at all costs. You could feel the shift in his energy turn cold, but not fast enough to realise what was happening. Ben’s mind was clouded and as if upon instinct his lightsaber had been drawn with malicious intent.

What happened next was a blur in your memory, but in Ben’s it was all too vivid of a sight. It happened so fast. With his saver drawn and lifted, your concern peaked as you could sense his malevolent intent. You turned towards him, the force wall you created dropping to the earth in the process, leaving the two of you defenceless.

“Ben, no!-“ And with that you felt it. Ben was feared and with that fear elicited a fear induced reaction, without strategy or thought. Clear on your back, three blaster shots had landed. Your breath hitch, the world falling silent and darkness consuming your vision your body fell limp into Ben’s arms.

You were unsure of what had happened. You felt as though you were floating, alone and cold in a void. Sounds of chaos attempting to break through, yet only sounding in muffled spurs and echoes.

“Is this it for me?”

“What happened?”

“Where is Ben?”

“Please, I want Ben…”

“Y/N, please. Open your eyes, my love”

In the void Ben’s voice resonated with you. The only voice you had wanted to hear had been the one to pull you back to life, but only slightly. You were weak, and there was nothing you or Ben could do to fix it.

Your eyes opened softly, as if the mayhem that surrounded you didn’t exist. The features on your face were gentle and soft, free from any worry that have previously washed over them. You’d heard that death was peaceful, in some way that’s how you knew this was it; the end of your legacy. As  much as you wanted to fight back, to deny this fate as thoughts of everything you had wished to do with your life, your body wouldn’t allow it. You were draining quickly, you could no longer reject it, so rather than having your last moments in sadness or mind raced back to Ben.

“Ben?” You whispered weakly.

You opened your eyes to be met with the beauty spotted features of your lover’s.

“It’s me, Sunshine.” Ben replied, his voice shaken and weary.

You were cradled in his arms, a burning sensation surging down your back as quickly as blood rushed in your veins. You exhaustedly turned your head to examine your surroundings, and through blurry eyes you saw it. The Jedi campus had been engulfed by flames, buildings and structures crumbling into nothing with no sign of your Jedi cohort besides the limp moulds of people scattered around the area, yet you were too drained to realise what had happened to them. The ground around had cracked, all except the surface beneath you and you knew it had been Ben’s doing.

Everything had collapsed into anarchy, but neither you nor Ben could care.

“Ben,” you laughed with a smiled, eyes welled with tears, “My beautiful, Ben.”

“I’m here, my love. I’m here.”

“What happened?”

“They hurt you, my dear.” He said weakly. “I’m so sorry I let you down, I should’ve stopped it-“

“You could never let me down, Ben.” You interrupted sweetly.

You could see the pain that masked Ben’s face, and with little strength you had left you could feel his heart break through you connection. His heart was in instability, ‘how could he let this happen?’ you could hear his thoughts echo in your mind.  “It’s okay, there’s nothing you could’ve done.”

You knew it was coming. You both knew. You could feel your grip on reality slipping through your fingers, melting away like frost in the morning sun.

One last time, you cupped Ben’s cheek in your hand, stroking away the tears that had fallen from the earthy eyes that stole your heart, “You have a heart of gold, my love. Never forget that.”

You gently tugged your fingers on Ben’s cheek, pulling him down for one last loving embrace. Ben leant down and placed a loving chaste kiss upon your lips, taking your breathe away as he had done so many times.

“You will always be the love of my life, Sunshine.” He choked through broken words.

You smiled. “As will you, Starlight.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Ben.”

With one last breath you felt cold and limp. Unable to move, unable to feel and unable to see. Life had finally left you, and you felt peaceful and contempt with this being your end. Yet, fate is always one to work in mysterious ways, and to that you were no exception.

—END—

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 24)

*HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! Have some mild smut!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language, mild smut

As the days went by I, and many of the boys, were disappointed for the lack of conflict with the pirates. They just sat out there on their boat not bothering a soul. It was so boring! I was out sitting on the beach watching the ship from the sand and relaxing in the early hours of the morning. I felt a presence watching me.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, just wanted to look at the ship.” I said, “What do you want?”

“The truth.” I whipped around to see it was Felix. “You thought I was Pan.”

“Yeah, he’s the only other one that ever wakes up this early.” I pat the sand next to me, “Care to join me?”

He strolled in front of me not bothering to sit. I stared up at him waiting for whatever it was he wanted. “I want to know what’s going on with you and Pan.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I answered simply.

“I believe that as much as I believe that you two were off in the Enchanted Forest being whores.” he quipped.

“You didn’t believe his story?”

Felix scoffed. “I know Pan and I know you. However you ended up trapped in the Enchanted Forest it wasn’t a choice and it certainly wasn’t because you two wanted some alone time.”

“Okay, you’re right.” I shrugged, “Now what?”

“Now you’re going to tell me how you really ended up there and what happened that you two got all chummy since.”

“Why don’t you ask your best friend?”

“Because I know I can get more out of you. What happened? You should have been dead weeks ago when I caught you coming back from Skull Rock. Instead you and Pan disappear for a week and come back as if nothing ever happened. What are you?”

“A girl.”

“A witch.”

“Same thing.” I stood up, “You wanna know? You already know. You say you know us, then how about you think about the most likely course of action and roll with that? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

He was silent for a moment, the gears in his brain turning as he figured it out. Then he smirked, a disbelieving crooked smile. “You…” he sighed, “You tried to run.”

“There you go.” I pat his shoulder, “Wasn’t that easy?”

“You, little miss confrontation, got into a battle you had no chance of winning so you fled. Fled like a coward.”

“I was saving my neck.”

“You pushed your limits too far and instead of facing the consequences you just tried to avoid them altogether.”

“What do you want from me, Felix? Want me to tell you you were right? Fine, you’re right! I ran away! I knew that I was gonna die if I stayed here so I stole a bean, pushed Pan over a cliff and ran! He followed me, we tried to kill each other when we landed in the forest, then...things got complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“We stopped fighting, started talking and it all sort of morphed into this thing that’s happening now.”

“That’s it? You had a talk about your feelings and now everything is sunshine and rainbows between you two?”

“Don’t be so childish. We merely have an understanding.”

“Does this understanding include you two pretending to be best friends?”

“Jealous?”

“Now you’re being childish.” he shoved me playfully, “Anything happen that you need to tell me?”

“Nothing I’m going to admit to.”

“Figured.”

“So, you see me as a Lost Girl again?”

“You’re a secretive, manipulative, cheating, lying, sadistic idiot. You never stopped being a Lost Girl.”

“Awe, Felix,” I held out my arms.

“Don’t get mushy on me, Y/N.” he pushed me back, “If anyone asks we had a fight to amend things where I won but took pity on you nonetheless.”

“How come I don’t get to win.”

“Because we want them to believe us.”

“Okay fine but I’m making it known I got a good hit in.”

“Whatever, give me your best shot.”

“Sure,” I unsheathed my dagger and stabbed him in the leg.

“OW!” he glared at me, “I meant punch me in the face or something!”

“You wanted it to be believable right?”

“Right,” he landed a hard hit to my jaw, “Believable.”

I rubbed my jaw. “Someone’s been slacking off on hand-to-hand again.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe we can work on that during training today.”

“Shut up, Y/N.” he limped off back into the jungle.

I followed after him. “You should probably get that looked at before it gets infected.” I narrowly ducked out of the way of the rock he threw at me. “Shutting up.”

We got back to camp where Peter was addressing the camp. I sidled up next to Devin and asked what I had missed. Peter apparently decided the time for playing nice with the pirates was over. He made a deal with the mermaids to torment the pirates into coming ashore. Once they were on land then the real fun could start.

Finally! I wonder what Peter could have offered them in exchange to face cannon fire. What am I talk about, it’s Peter. He probably just threatened to dry up the ocean if they didn’t comply.

The boys and I raced to the beach to watch the ship. Peter was standing out on a rock near the shallows. A couple of heads bobbed in the water. The last time I had seen a mermaid they were trying to drown me. Seeing them now I could make them out more clearly. They had beautiful faces but dark dead eyes that reminded me of a shark. The mermaids and Peter discussed a little longer before they disappeared beneath the waves once more.

Peter blinked into the tree I was sitting in. “So,” I peered up at him, “What made you want to torment the pirates?”

“Bored,” he pulled out a pocket telescope, “What’s the use of having new toys if they’re so far away?”

“Permission to kill?” Nick asked next to me.

“Sure, just no mass slaughter. Looking at you, Y/N.” Peter answered.

“Just wanna take the fun out of everything.” I knocked the bottom of his boot with my club.

“Keep it up and I just won’t let you fight any pirates.”

“How ya plan on doing that?”

“You ever been to the Echo Caves, Lost Girl? Inescapable.”

“Ben would break me out, wouldn’t ya?”

“Do not drag me into this.”

“I would contemplate it at the very least,” Devin said, “Sorry, Pan.” he muttered after he caught Peter glaring at him.

“See, Devin’s a real friend!”

“I’ve already gotten into enough trouble because of you!” Ben snapped.

“You were locked in a cage.” I reminded him, “I don’t think he’s ever tried to kill you.”

“I can still kill you, Y/N.” Peter hissed.

“Please,” I scoffed, “When has threatening me ever worked out for you?”

“Can you at least pretend respect me?” he sighed.

“Who says I don’t respect you?”

“Everyone.” Nick said.

“You stay out of this.” I jabbed him in the ribs.

“Hey lovebirds,” Devin piped up, “If you’re through squabbling I think you’d like to know that the mermaids are attacking the ship.”

“Devin, I swear to--wait, what?!” I snatched his telescope and aimed it at the ship. He was right. It was difficult to make out but from the way the ship was rocking and the distant sound of cannons, the mermaids were giving the pirates hell.

“A good start but how about we make things a little more interesting?” Peter grinned to himself.

Dark storm clouds started to roll in across the sky. A fierce wind that bent the trees caught us all off guard. I clenched to my branch as rain began to pour in sheets. The entire island grew darker only to be lit up by the blinding crack of lightening. The waves rose to heights I had never seen before.

I pulled myself closer to the trunk of the tree and glared up at Peter. “Problem, pet?”

“A little much, don’t you think?” I shouted over the rumble of the storm.

“I say not enough.” his smirk grew wider.

“Peter, don’t you--” Another powerful gust of wind shook the trees. My grip in the smooth trunk of the tree slipped and I fell from my perch.

“Watch it.” Peter blinked down below and caught me, “What’s with you and falling out of trees?”

“What’s with you being an arse!” I bit back.

“Don’t yell at me.”

“Why?”

“Cause then I’ll be forced to shut you up.” his face got closer to mine, “And I don’t think you want the others to see that, do you?”

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“I know.” he had set me back on my feet but hadn’t let go of me. If anything he pulled me closer. “I also know that I am really liking seeing you soaked.”

“Have you any shame?”

“No.”

“Well good for you.” I shrugged his arms off me, “I am going to find a cave to hunker down in and try and dry off.”

“Or we could kill some time before the storm lets up.” he whispered in a hot breath in my ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s why I suggested it.”

“Eh, I have nothing else to do until the pirates are here.”

“That’s my girl.” he grabbed my wrist and the next instant we were standing somewhere in the jungle.

Peter grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I mentally rolled my eyes as I kissed him back open mouthed, tongues tasting each other. His lips moved against mine with an increasing roughness I had come to expect.

Rain poured down our faces and slipped between our lips. The rainwater mixed with anticipation proved to be a heady combination. By this point my clothes were so soaked I couldn’t tell if he was touching my bare skin or not. My hands rested on either side of his face keeping him close and raking my fingers through the wet tangle of his hair. We pulled back for air and I blinked rapidly trying to keep the rain out of my eyes as I took in the boy in front of me.

The naked want in his dark green eyes staring right back at me made me falter. He smirked at me before backing me up into the trunk of a tree. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this.” he pressed his body closer until I felt something hard resting against my thigh. I froze in my spot. He wasn’t expecting me to--to-- “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, “It’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?”

My answer was the roll of his hips against mine. My breathing hitched and saw his smirk widen. My face burned so hot I was worried the rain would turn to steam against it. “If this is making you uncomfortable then all you need to do is say so.”

I shook my head. “It’s not...bad.”

“Not bad, hm?” he pressed into me again. My hips bucked against him on instinct. He let out a small moan in my ear. I was biting down hard on my lip and he continued to grind up against me. Was this really happening? Things had gotten a little frisky before when we made out but never to this extent. I liked it.

“Stop that,” he planted his mouth back against mine prying my lips open again. My breath came in quick huffs, senses overloaded with the delicious vulgarity of what was happening right now. “I want to hear you.”

He gave another slow scorching thrust and I moaned against his lips. I could feel him smirking but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave this position for anything. His mouth left mine to nuzzle my neck kissing and sucking every inch until he found the sweet spot that made me moan again. He was enjoying this far too much.

I brought my lips down to his own neck and clamped down hard on his own sweet spot. He grasped me tighter as I drew out a long moan from him. “You learn fast.” he mumbled in between breaths.

“And you talk too much.” I mashed his lips back to mine. A part of me felt that maybe I should be a little ashamed of how quickly I just gave into him. How I gladly let him grind against me like some kind of animal all the while panting and moaning and bucking my hips right back at him. Maybe I should have been a little embarrassed, but I’ll be damned if even the entire camp walking in on us could have moved me from that spot.

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