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kaliforniahigh · 4 months ago

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What a tease 🥵

I'm gonna need a short story about each version of Noah. Please? 🥹

We can start with type number one, shall we? Moustache!Noah and PussyMaster!Noah below!!!

Warnings: smoking pot (I know he doesn't smoke anymore), smut, they talk about sex, spit kink.

Not proofread!

He asks you to come over for the night, tells you to pack an overnight bag and that he would be picking you up in an hour. After that, he takes you to a weed dispensary so you can choose whatever you're going to be smoking for the night.

You always found these nights with Noah to be incredibly fun and insightful. You guys talked about whatever, watched some anime or a movie and ordered his preferred take out. It was always like this, you pick the weed, he picks the food.

These past couple of weeks though, you've felt a shift in your dynamic. You found yourselves talking about more personal and intimate matters. Like how you liked things and past flings and relationships. Like right now, you were sitting on his couch, passing a blunt back and forth.

"I don't think I could ever call a man daddy in bed, honestly", you said as you took a puff and passed it to him.

"I'm glad you said that, because one time a girl called me daddy and I swear my dick stopped working for a minute"

"Well, what did you do? Did you tell her? I feel like she would've noticed that you didn't like it though", you wondered, you could feel the second-hand embarrassment for this girl you didn't even know.

"No, I didn't tell her, but I could tell she noticed by the way she never texted me after that time", you covered your face and laughed at this, leaning your head on the back of the couch. "Yeah, laugh it up at my misery. You gonna tell me something like this never happened to you?"

"I mean, yeah, but I rather laugh at you than at me", he lightly slapped your arm but laughed along with you, "c'mon, you're hogging the blunt, don't be one of those people"

"I will pass it to you if you tell me one of your embarrassing stories", he looked at you with a side eye, but you relented.

"Ok, so one time there was this guy who though he was really good at, you know", you made a general motion to your crotch area, but he gave you a questioning look.

"No, I don't know, you'll have to be more specific", you groaned, suddenly feeling shy about this.

"He thought he was really good at eating pussy"

"Ooooh, I see. I like where this is going", he said with a teasing tone.

"Yeah, I bet you do. Anyway, he thought he was really good, but his tongue was just so stiff and his fingers kept missing my clit. So after ten minutes of this I had to fake an orgasm to pull him out of his misery. Thing is, the moan I let out was totally fake I felt like it was so obvious", this time was his turn to laugh, finally passing the blunt to you.

"I mean, the man coudn't make you cum, I feel like he deserved it". he said, matter-of-factly "if it was up to me, no woman would ever fake an orgasm in her life"

"Oh, ok, pussy master, don't tell me you made every woman you've ever been with cum with just your mouth and fingers", maybe it was because you always had subpar experiences with guys, but you felt like this was a far-fetched ideia. No one is ever this good at eating pussy.

He laughed at the nickname, but replied "I never had complaints, besides, I'm pretty sure I was born for this, it's pretty much a talent"

"Well, then I need to find someone with this kind of talent", he sensed the resignation on your voice, and he couldn't help the words that fell out of his mouth next.

"Well, I'm right here. Wouldn't exactly have to look", you looked at him with suspicion, but he looked at you with a stare that told you he was sure about this, you just had to tell him you want it too.

"Ok, let's say we were to do this, how would we even began?", he asked for the blunt that was on your hands and put it out on the ashtray beside him.

"You can start by getting on my lap", he followed his words with a spread of his legs, you complied and asked "what next?"

He grabbed the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together. "You're sure about this? You're not going along just because I suggested it, right?", he could tell he was sincere, and if you weren't already turned on just by sitting on his lap, this would've done the trick.

"Oh, no, I really wanna find out more about this talent of yours", as soon as you said this, his lips were on yours, it started chaste but it soon turned heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth and devouring you.

One of his hands started to make their way over your body, along the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, finally settling on the place you wanted him the most.

He started with gentle movements, circling you over your sweatpants. You separated your mouths just to let out a silent moan, your mouth forming an "O" shape. You could feel him staring at you intensely.

After a few minutes of this, you started to move your hips, urging him to pick up his pace. It was then that he grabbed you by the waist, laying you down on the couch and removing your pants and underwear in a hurry.

You didn't have to ask him to do anything, didn't have to tell him where to put his mouth or how fast or slow you wanted it. He seemed to now just how you liked it. You could hear the sounds of his mouth on you, an indicator of how wet you were.

That is why it took you by surprise when he replaced his mouth with his fingers, and from a distance, you saw a string of spit, coming out of his mouth and landing right on your pussy, you eyes locking with his, he gave a lopsided smirk, obviously knowing the affect he had on you. The sight alone made you moan out loud, your pleasure intensifying by a thousand.

He kept working his fingers, mixing his spit with your arousal. He could tell you were close as he put his mouth back on you. Not long after, you felt the dam break, pleasure and relief wasing over you as your thighs shook and you couldn't contain the sound spilling from your mouth.

He didn't stop until you physically pushed his head away, moving up your body, he grabbed your chin with one of his hands, "open your mouth, baby girl", you did as you were told, putting your tongue out to catch the string of saliva leaving his lips. You could taste him and yourself together and that turned you right back on.

"So, what is your feedback?", he asked you, already knowing your answer, by the smug look on his face.

"I'm gonna put together a pussy master certificate for you", you joked, patting him on the back. He let out an amused laugh, but laid with you on the couch, lazily stroking your hair as you caught your breath.

oof!!!! is it hot in here or is it just me???

would you guys be interested in Noah type one and two? (if you don't know I'm referring to this post)

Dividers: @cafekitsune

#i told yall i need to be put in a mental institution #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian one shot #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens smut #bad omens imagine #bad omens #bad omens fluff

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yuri-is-online · 9 months ago

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Manipulating the Buyers (Rollo Flamm x Yuu)

Intro

notes: they/them used for Yuu, pre-established relationship, Rollo is downbad horrendous and a freak. Not related to my previous Rollo fic, GloMas suggested but not explicitly mentioned; introducing the boyfriend to the family (Crewel) and watching him get hazed by the older brothers (Leona and Vil), and persists in enjoying domestic fluff despite the horrors (magic). More fic can be found on my masterlist here.

"ENOUGH." Crewel shouts loud enough to silence your upperclassmen and send you halfway out of your skin. "Yuu and Grim are being kind enough to let you use there space even after the Headmage was rude enough to refuse to ask them for it. I'm sure all of you are more than competent enough of doing your tasks on your own."

"Won't the prefect be a bit bored if they have to just stand around and just watch?" Asks Trey, completely aware of your ability to entertain yourself. You should be annoyed, but your attention is firmly captured by the buzz of your phone in your uniform pocket.

"Grim and I can take tickets." You smile as the familiar contact asks if you are out of classes yet, and available to talk.

[you] something came up sorry ….. ( 〃．．)ﾉ [you] nothing bad! i'll text you when it's over ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

"Oh that would be so cute!" Cater cheers immediately turning towards an equally as excited Idia. "We should totally dress him up, oh do you want to be samsies Yuu? Or should we make your outfit unique?"

[my flamme] Good to hear that there's nothing wrong. Please take your time, I suspect your "something" might be related to something I want to talk to you about. [my flamme] Also nothing bad.

"Hmmm I don't mind leaving that up to you guys!" You tuck your phone against your chest and try to to appear too eager to get away. Vil's raised eyebrow suggests he doesn't completely believe you. "I mean, you guys have a theme you're going with right? If you really want me to pick stuff out I'll need guidelines."

"There won't be any need for that," you're really glad Epel isn't here right now to get any schadenfreude from Vil's strict smile being aimed at someone who isn't him "why we can just decide on your outfit right now can't we? Your classes are over for the day so you have no where to go. Isn't that right?"

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"And then he made me try on every single suit Crewel owns." Your voice is muffled by your pillows in a position Rollo thinks looks comfortable, but prevents him from fully seeing your face. Thankfully you have mercy on him and turn towards him, adjusting your phone with a smile that makes his heart flutter slowly away from his previous aggravations towards something practically domestic. "And didn't pick out a single one! Can you believe it, I haven't told anyone anything but I swear he knows. Vil's worse than Rook sometimes I swear."

"Did you like any of them?" He's wondered about what you would look like in things other than the uniform Crowley provided you, (ashamedly Noble Bell's uniform had been at the forefront of his mind) the worn gym clothes you used as pajamas didn't give him much insight into your personal sense of style. You close your eyes in thought and Rollo moves you closer to his chest, he wishes he was as relaxed with this as you. He wished he had the strength to lay with his phone next to him in his bed and pretend you were there with him, but even sitting next to the fireplace in the Student Council Room is almost too much for him.

"They were a bit stuffy. And stupid formal." You sound so tired, Rollo almost feels bad for keeping you awake.

"I bet they looked nice."

"Yeah Vil didn't let me take any pictures sorry." Rollo almost chokes at the implication of his asking and you laugh as he coughs and decides to change the subject.

"Oh that's fine." He had been so caught up in asking about your day he had almost forgotten what it was he wanted to speak with you about. That should annoy him, this maddening peace you inspire in him is dangerous, he is at risk of being well and truly content with his place in the world. "I'll get a chance to see anyway." He is rewarded for his patience with a smile so radiant he loses his ability to breath.

"You're coming to the Culture Fair?" You sound so excited.

"Your Headmage specifically invited our student council." Rollo had technically known about this for months, he had suspected that would prove longer than you had known about it but for you to have just learned today angered him intensely. Worry knits its way across your face and that anger softens, he thinks he knows you well enough to make some assumptions. "You don't need to worry about leaving your duties to spend time with me, I fully intended to plan things around your schedule." He whispers softly and you relax slightly. "I'm more than capable of entertaining myself when you aren't around."

"That's not really what I'm worried about..." It was certainly part of it though. The thought of having your boyfriend come all the way from the Shaftlands to Sage's Island and not getting to see him once drove you mad and you didn't have nearly the same amount of faith in Crowley's scheduling that Rollo seems to. "I don't want to have to break up any fights."

"...allow me to rephrase my statement, I am more than capable of behaving myself." Rollo says firmly, and you sigh to yourself. It's not him you are worried about, at least not primarily. No matter how reasonable he thinks he is, Rollo is just as capable of being problematic as your classmates. "And as nice as I'm sure Night Raven College is-" It's a school filled with mages so he doubts it is all that nice, but it's the only home you have known here and Rollo has no desire to be impolite. "I would like to spend some time with you alone and I could see that being... difficult on campus." He isn't wrong.

"Do you know where you're staying? I haven't spent a ton of time off campus so I won't be the best tour guide." You move towards your desk to jot down what Rollo has to say and feel yourself warm when you see his affectionate smile.

"That's fine. I've been thinking about how nice it would be to explore a new place with you. And now I get to do it much sooner that I expected." How this man doesn't think he's romantic is beyond you.

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Craneport is nothing like the City of Flowers but Rollo thinks it has a certain charm to it. For a city so close to a school for mages there are a lot of normal people here, different in attitude than his home but still charming; Rollo likes it here. Exploring this place with you will be worth it, all he has to do is make through today.

"Ah! Mr. Flamm! So good of you to have accepted my most generous invitation-" The headmage badgers on as Rollo takes a deep breath of his handkerchief, the man is somehow more insufferable in person than over the phone or through your stories, a truly impressive feat if nothing else. Rollo barely manages to extract himself from the Headmage's blubbering to explore the cultural fair. It isn't... unimpressive he supposes. There is a disgusting amount of magic on display, but he manages to find small shows of genuine craftsmanship too. He finds himself pleasantly surprised at the student Cafe, the school's botanical gardens provide a feel unlike the cafe's back at home and provide a pleasant degree of privacy from the rest of the school. The snacks on offer are different too, there are no croissants or cheeses, instead the students are offering different types of cake and a few buns. You did say you were only taking tickets, surely your professors wouldn't mind if you took a brief break to eat something? Or maybe they would allow him to bring something to you, he forgets if you mentioned anything about whether or not you had explained who he was to anyone other than Trein. Not that he's nervous about speaking to any of your other professors, he's certain he can make a good argument to any mage for why-

"Roi du Mouchior!" It's all Rollo can do to not snatch up his handkerchief and give Hunt the satisfaction of seeing him live up to that abominable nickname, opting instead to press his nails into his palm. "How splendid! I had wondered if we would see you here, our prefect's improved mood makes much more sense now, no?" The irritating git turns towards a tall, well presented man who is making a great deal of use of the extra height his heels give to look down in judgement on Rollo with in a keen appraisal that would cause lesser men to keel.

"Oh?" The voice, not the appearance is what triggers Rollo's memory, he can't say he doesn't know who Vil Schoenheit is, he's not wholly unaware of current cultural trends, and he remembers your anecdotes that suggest friendship, he just wasn't expecting to actually meet the man. He hadn't really wanted to meet with anyone other than you. "I was aware Yuu was looking forward to something... but I was under the impression it was exciting and not antique."

"... I don't believe we have been introduced." Rollo does take a breath of his kerchief's potpourri at that comment, Hunt is already abominably difficult to read, but he doesn't suppose he had told Schoenheit the truth, not when Draconia had been the one to suggest the cover up. There were more clever ways to call someone an attempted murderer anyway and he supposes that comment was likely aimed at his uniform. "I am Rollo Flamme, the Noble Bell College Student Council President. I am also Yuu's partner." Schoenheit raises an eyebrow.

"I see." He says. "Vil Schoenheit, Dorm Leader of Pomefiore among other things." And that is all as Vil excuses himself and Rook back towards where Rollo doesn't know but supposes he will soon enough. Briefly, shamefully, his heart stutters as he thinks over the interaction. He hasn't been... forthcoming about your relationship with his peers, it simply is none of their business, but he never said anything to discourage you from doing so. But he also hadn't asked if you had... or wanted to do so, Rollo certainly hopes he hasn't crossed a line even if he finds himself strangely exhilarated to stand and just be honest about how he feels. His eyes dart back to the display before him as softer thoughts soothe the flames of disgust.

Shortcake is always a safe bet he thinks. These ones are exceptionally portable and come in convenient pairs.

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"Thanks for coming, please enjoy the show!" You give your best scary monster claws alongside Grim and smile wide as the guests giggle at your cuteness and shuffle along to their doom, holding the pose till they leave and letting it collapse in a sigh of relief.

"Man this is annoyin'." Huffs Grim. "Why do ya think they keep squealing whenever I hit em with my monster moves?! s' not like I'm cute, I'm really scary!"

"It's a real mystery." You say with the cadence of someone really pushing for that Oscar nomination. Only to be interrupted someone with the tact of an oncoming freight train.

"It's cause it's not good." Leona slams himself into your chair before you can sit back down, blatantly ignoring both your and Grim protests in favor of continuing to insult your companion. "No one in their right name would be afraid of a puff ball."

"I ain't a puffball!" Puffs Grim. "And you're supposed to be in the Grave Yard! Whatdya think Vil is gonna say if he finds out you're here!" Leona shrugs.

"Probably something about how ugly Yuu's boyfriend is." Leona's signature smug smile comes out as soon as he sees the tell tale signs of your embarrassment fluttering through your body language. "Oh? Here I thought he was joking, don't tell me some bullshit about how you think he's attractive everyone says that."

"But I do?" You protest on instinct noticing much too late the sound of approaching footsteps behind you and simply choose bringing consequences you simply choose not to turn around and face. "I'm not going to say I don't I like him!"

"I'm more concerned you didn't say anything at all." A very not mad just disappointed and this is so much worse looking Crewel stands, fiddling with his riding crop in a way that makes you break just a bit of a sweat. "Was there a specific reason you didn't think to mention you had a boyfriend?" You didn't think Crewel's voice could crack and yet here it is in full view of you (who is terrified) and Leona (having the time of his life.)

"Yuu didn't think it was none of your business." Huffs Grim, sealing your fate somewhere six feet under. "I mean whatdya gonna do? Nothin good!"

"What I mean is-" you try.

"Nah I think it's pretty clear what ya mean." Cackles Leona. "I'm impressed, didn't think ya had it in you to hide something this big." Of all the times for the big cat to decide to have a bit of energy, why's he wasting it on teasing you? "Would have assumed you'd wanna blabber your little feelings all over the place."

"I would have hoped," it might just be you but Crewel sounds almost... sad, it's making you feel sort of bad "that you felt comfortable enough to talk about your feelings. With someone anyway."

"I mentioned it to Ace and Deuce." You say quietly and a little of his typical confidence returns to Crewel.

"Good." He says without a hint of irony. "So long as someone is there for you in case something goes wrong." You wonder if it would be wise to mention that to your friends or if it would make them too insufferable.

"You hear that?" Leona smiles. "You're on notice herbivore." A cough makes you realize he wasn't talking to you

Rollo says nothing, a little box you recognize as being from the Science Club's pop up cafe. What you do not recognize is your boyfriend, he isn't wearing his Noble Bell Uniform, though you think you recognize a similar style to the button up underneath his sweater, his giant uniform hat is missing too. He ignores Leona and simply gives you a reassuring smile before turning to Crewel with the more familiar serious look on his face.

"I'm sorry for causing worry, Yuu speaks very highly of you and I would never encourage them to keep a secret from you." His smooth manner of speaking bores Leona, but doesn't fully impress Crewel.

"I am glad to hear that." He says in complete monotone.

"You here to visit your other herbivore?" Leona asks, still here and not in his place for some reason. "We're using Ramshackle Dorm so sorry you aren't gonna get to be alone." Your search for a suitably blunt object to smack him with is interrupted by Rollo asking a very simple question.

"That's your dorm?" Everything stops. You swear you can hear the screams and faint music from the inside as Leona, Crewel, and even Grim seem to have forgotten how to breathe. Rollo's eyes narrow on the shape of the house, scanning the windows and dipping into the carved stone accents with a severity you think could scorch, yet not once does he move to settle himself or take a deep breath. "It has a certain charm to it I suppose... those tombstones are a very impressive bit of prop work."

"Um do you mind if I take my break now?" You don't wait for an answer and seize Rollo's hand and Grim's paw and book it for the hills behind Ramshackle.

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"Just so we're clear I still intend to take you on a proper date while I'm here." Rollo sits stiff, not wanting to put the brunt of his back against the trees around you but still clearly enjoying the quiet. "And I do want to see the inside of your dorm... preferably after hours." You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he boops your nose affectionately, surprisingly non pulsed at your silent suggestions. "I have no real interest in gauging the special effects skills of your magical classmates, I am interested in where they are trying to house you."

"I mean I think it's nice?" You certainly like the vibe of it, and the ghosts take good care of you where they can.

"It could be better I guess." Grim sounds happy as he says that, probably because Rollo remembered to bring him food as well (even if he had claimed it was just to shut him up.) "But it's ours y'know? I get to set all the rules and we get to pick the decor! None of the other guys get to do that."

"Would you decorate your house like your dorm?" Rollo reaches out for your hand and pulls you closer, finally leaning back against the tree content with how you lean onto his shoulder. "Hopefully without the tombstones in the yard... assuming they are as real as your reactions suggests."

"I don't know..." Both the answer to that question and the reasons for the grave in your current front yard. "W-why do you ask?"

"For now? I just want to know what sort of things you like because I enjoy hearing about them." And yet Rollo says no more, taking out his phone and moving the conversation to Craneport and the various shops he saw on his way to the school. For now it's an easy enough phrase to ignore, but then Rollo has always been one for implications. For the future, he wants to know what sort of place you would want to buy. He thinks it would be nice to leave the decision to you.

Taglist: @nothingfuninthislife

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rollo flamme x reader #originally i intended to have him go through the haunt w yuu and have the boys haze him #still might write that at some point but i want this fic done and dusted so i can work on other stuff #because you know they would :/#“oh yuu's bf? from another school?”#“shame we all forgot our lines and had to improvise”

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leclerc-s · 6 months ago

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suffering since forever

series masterlist

natalia ruiz praying for all of you because at least i like my third wheel

arthur leclerc that's because joris has been stuck with you two since before you were couple

fernando alonso you can say it, since before they were sleeping together.

carlos sainz it's not like joris has a choice.

lewis hamilton and the rest of you do?

max jones-verstappen we don't. we do it subconsciously.

daphne jones-ricciardo like that makes it any better max.

rhys jones i bet it hurt when jorris got that wag of the year trophy and you didn't.

natalia ruiz who let the child speak?

isabella perez she says that because she's hurt.

natalia ruiz i'm not hurt by the 12 year old.

rhys jones I'M 15!!

lance stroll yet you act like you're 12

rhys jones i know your ass isn't talking esteban ocon anyone ever tell you that you're scary? rhys jones never to my face.

zoya torres joris doesn't deserve this heat. let's talk about freya's 3rd wheeling habit.

freya vettel shut your trap torres.

alex albon days like this make me glad that george and carmen love to go on double dates so we don't get stuck with any of you.

george russell and that's because i don't want to get stuck with them.

dulce perez fuck you guys we're delights.

pato o'ward i can't believe i ever thought you people were cool.

daniel jones-ricciardo WE'RE COOL!!

pato o'ward the only cool thing about you is your wife.

penelope trevino REAL!!

gael perez i think pato almost shit his pants when he learned daphne was in this group chat.

pato o'ward IT'S DAPHNE FUCKING JONES, WEY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT FREAK OUT?

daniel jones-ricciardo *jones-ricciardo!!

pato o'ward i couldn't care less bitchiardo! i will forever pray for your downfall so i can marry your wife instead.

isabella perez he's so real for that. HURRY UP RICCIARDO THE REST OF US ARE WAITING!!

daniel jones-ricciardo if i ever die let if be known that one of you bitches was behind my death.

daphne jones-ricciardo you people are unbelievable.

natalia ruiz i'll be first in line. i've been waiting for his downfall for the longest time.

daniel jones-ricciardo

this is all your fault.

whatever it is you think i did i swear it was arthur.

charles what did you do?

nothing! what’s wrong amour?

i have a baby screaming for 'unca jo' bring him back now.

ma cherie, i wish i could but i have a race.

okay? send joris and you stay in china.

we only need unca jo, notre petite étoile doesn't need her papa. (our little star)

i know that was a joke but it still hurt. don't tell me that!

you still have a few years left until she's a teenager.

ne pouvons-nous pas avoir cette conversation? je ne suis pas prêt pour ça (can we not have this conversation? i'm not ready for that)

seriously charles ask joris to call me, even zoya's music isn't helping.

i'll tell him to call. just come to china.

i will hop on the first flight to china, do not joke about that.

max said he's sending the jet to pick you up.

god bless sophie for her son.

not jos?

never that man.

natalia_ruiz posted new stories

unseen photo of baby jewel and her 'unca jo' 📸 - zoya because my fiancé and daughter have been stolen by his best friend. and another unseen photo but this time it's pre-baby jewel, joris has been a third wheel since day 1!

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¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 11 months ago

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Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

#tfp #transformers #transformersprime #tfp headcanons #optimus headcannons #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #transformers prime optimus #optimus prime #transformers optimus #tfp optimus

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sourlemonsprout · 4 months ago

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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈

Seth x SugarBoo (gn!reader) x Alphonse

Word Count: 631

(In my head Sugarboo has some sort of out-of-home bakery business or just sells their treats to locals nearby idk🤷‍♀️)

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Seth wiped his brow and glanced around the shop once last before closing up. Summer had always been one of his favorite times of the year, water fights outside, camping in the woods, and all the other fun stuff you could do as a kid with the seemingly endless amount of free time on your hands. However, the oppressive heat that lingered in the mechanic shop coupled with the pesky bugs made Seth long for the cooler fall days ahead. It wasn't all bad though, he was truly grateful for the opportunity to work in the shop, and the summer evenings he spent with you and Alphonse were some of the most memorable he'd had in a long time. The comforting beachside strolls, the cozy nights spent by a fire pit, and the delightful array of baked goods you crafted using the fresh fruits that were in season filled his days with joy. Just as he was reminiscing about your delightful treats, a message suddenly lit up Seth's phone.

"heyy can you pick up some lemons on your way back from work pls?? xoxo"

He smiled down at his phone, shaking his head slightly, this was the second time this week you'd had him run to the store, but he didn't mind. As he closed the garage up and locked the doors, he pondered what sweet treat you were going to whip up this time.

As Seth rolled into the driveway, the sun began to flood the sky with a dreamy glow of orange and pink as it faded into the horizon. Stepping off his bike, he could hear your laughter through the open windows. You and Alphonse were sitting at the kitchen table, music playing softly from a speaker as you two chatted away enjoying the gentle summer breeze blowing through the house.

"How ya' doing big guy?" Al nodded at Seth as he walked into the house, kicking off his shoes by the door.

"Tired, but glad to be done for the weekend." He replied with a sleepy smile.

"Busy day?" Alphonse asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Seth sighed.

"Thanks for grabbing lemons!" you beam as you get up from the table, grabbing the bag from Seth and dumping them into a collider next to the sink.

"Whatcha planning on makin' with those?" Seth questioned.

"Shortbread lemon tart" you state. You make a mental note to wash the fruits tomorrow before using them, before returning to Seth and pummeling into his chest for a big bear hug.

"W-whoa" he laughed, catching his balance from the sudden hug attack.

"Why hello there Sugar," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. No matter how hot and tiring the days were, coming home to you two made everything worthwhile.

"Whatcha end up making with the blackberries I picked up for you the other day?"

"Little blackberry pavlovas!"

"Pav... lovas?"

"It's an Australian meringue cake with a soft marshmallowy center" you explain.

"Yeah, and they made this compote with the berries and used some fresh mint leaves from the garden as a garnish, it looked amazing!" Alphonse chimed in.

"Damn Sugar, that sounds great! I bet those sold really well huh? s'there any left?"

"nOpe" Al snickered.

"Alphonse," you wine, "You ate the last one??"

"You bet I did, it was delicious Boo," Al said sticking his tongue out playfully at a disappointed Seth.

"You're an ass, you know that right?" Seth bantered.

"I'll save you some of the lemon tart, and I'll be sure to hide it this time. Anyways, dinner is hot and ready on the stove if you're ready!" you say finally breaking away from the hug. As the evening unfolded, the three of you sat down for a cozy dinner and chatted away until the stars dotted the sky outside.

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The End <3

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice fandom #yuurivoice stuff #sourlemonsprout #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #alphonse yuurivoice #seth yuurivoice #yuurivoice sugarboo #writting #yv fanfic

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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there’s a certain scenario in my head that I think you’d like hearing about.

you’re dating/married to joel, and you both take Sarah to the aquarium. while she’s mesmerized with the fish and other sea animals, joel sneaks a hand through your dress and slides your panties to the side, fingering you right there, in the aquarium, telling you to be quiet and a good girl.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: you're completely right anon, I LOVED this scenario, I loved it so much I couldn't help to think about it all.day.long and now I had to turn it into a dirty headcanon because I can't stop myself 😭 I hope you like it ❤️

When you and Joel were dating, you would often take Sarah to the aquarium, she absolutely loved that place and it didn't matter if she'd been there hundreds of times, she would still get thrilled and fascinated by all the animals

In fact, the very first time you had a family date with Joel and Sarah, you guys went to the aquarium, it'd been a special day for the three of you, because you felt accepted by Sarah, Joel was sure you would be the right fit for the family, and Sarah was glad his dad's new girlfriend was nice to her

And quickly the aquarium became a family thing, if it were up to Sarah, she'd go there at least once a month, and she never wanted to go with only her dad or uncle Tommy, she wanted you to be there because you were part of the family

After you and Joel got married, you still went to the aquarium frequently, but as the time went by Sarah got interested in other things, Joel didn't want to admit but he got a little sad, as he interpreted that as his little girl growing up

But one day she asked him if you three could go to the aquarium again, and he immediately said yes, relieved to see that maybe his little Sarah wasn't all grown up yet

And then the three of you woke up early and headed for the Aquarium, but you just to pick that summer dress and make Joel's trip turn into hell

He didn't know how to explain, he supposed it was a nice dress because a lot of people - Sarah included - it complimented you on your dress, but to Joel it was just driving him crazy

There was something about how it hung to your body in the right places, and it was short and tempting, because you looked so innocent, but all he could think of was feeling you up under that dress

So the drive to the aquarium was long and torturous, of course he still placed his hand on thigh and stroked it softly, but it was very innocent, as his daughter was just right there

So once you got to the aquarium, Sarah was once again mesmerized, she just loved that place and she already knew it by heart, walking all over the place, being so attentive to the animals

In the meantime, Joel walked next to you, his hand protectively touching you all the time, either placed on the small of your back or his arm wrapped around your waist

You and Joel walked into one of the final halls of the aquarium, the lights were dim so people could properly appreciate the animals swimming around, but Joel only had his eyes on someone: you

He would start by rubbing your ass under the dress, which caught you by surprise and you sort of jumped, looking at him with wide eyes

"What are you doing, Joel?"

He chuckled and kissed you, as he pressed your body against the wall, in a darker corner and squeezed your ass, making you whimper and groan into his mouth

Without any warning, he shifted his hand to your thighs, groaning at the feeling of your painfully thin panties and Joel could bet his life you were matching colors

He tries touching your pussy, but you widen your eyes and hold his wrist in place

"Not here, Joel, we can't…"

He scoffs at how you look around worried someone will walk on the two of you

"This place echoes, if someone is coming we'll hear the steps…"

You still aren't convinced, so you still hold his wrist with a strong grip, even digging your nails into his skin softly, so he knows you mean it

But Joel only laughs and tilts his head

"You've always been such a good little wife for me and now you're gonna act up? Come on, darling, be a good girl for your husband"

He nuzzles your neck, his beard scratching down your skin and you whimper softly, finally letting go of his wrist

Joel's fingers pull your panties to the side, his thick fingers feeling your slit parting to reveal your clit and how he strokes it softly, dragging moans from you

He runs his finger up and down your slit, spreading your wetness and going a little further into your pussy hole, stretching you up with his thick finger before adding a second one

You ask Joel to stop because it's dangerous and you're worried someone will walk in even if he's super chill and relaxed about it, he doesn't stop and he doesn't slow down either, two fingers deep into you and his thumb teasing your clit until he feels your internal walls clenching around his fingers

You cum all over his hand but Joel isn't satisfied yet, he helps you straighten your dress and takes you to the restroom, fucking you in one of the stalls, loving how you looked being fuck in your pretty dress and how you obediently took all of his cum inside

When you two finally left the restroom, you were holding hands and Sarah was looking for the two of you, asking where'd you been. Joel chuckled and told her he was distracted by a beautiful mermaid he spotted in the aquarium

Sarah rolled her eyes as you blushed softly, wrapping your arm around Sarah's shoulder and asking her to show you her favorite fish just like she did the first time you all went to the aquarium together ❤️

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A/N: what do I have to do in order to be Joel's wife? 😭

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bigskydreaming · 5 months ago

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The Vampire Daniel Molloy, when Louis asks what he's looking forward to most about the next stage of his newly immortal life:

Hmm. With how much my maker already complains about me ruining his life and how every day I give him a new reason to regret ever siring me, if I had to pick just one thing, I'd say the thing I'm most looking forward to is when I hit vampire puberty.

Louis: ....

Daniel: Vampire puberty's when the really wild superpowers kick in, right?

Louis: I suppose technically that's not....inaccurate.

Daniel: Hey, what are the chances of me getting the 'set shit on fire with my brain' thing you've got? Can you even imagine how much that would piss him off? His disappointment of a fledgling having the same gifts as the ex who dumped his ass....oh, man. C'mon now. I bet I could do some real damage with that.

Louis: Actually, while we're near the subject: would you please stop introducing yourself as 'the reason your vampire parents got divorced?'

Daniel: No, Louis, Louis! You're not getting it, see....the thing that makes it funny is its true.

Louis: You've really decided to lean into the whole 'second childhood' angle, huh.

Daniel: Mmmm. And just think. If you'd turned me fifty years ago when I first asked, I'd be well past this stage by now. And also still twenty. And hot.

Louis: Ahh. Its like that, then, is it.

Daniel: Oh, only a little bit. Really though, its like, every day I discover a new way to make Armand rue my very existence all over again, and maybe I'm just a simple man with simple needs, because that's just....very fun for me. I mean, there's just something extra validating in knowing the guy you're all "fuck that guy, I hate him, he sucks" about hates you waaaay more than you can be bothered to hate him. Because then its like you win the feud, right? You still get to hate that guy, which is great, because fuck that guy, he sucks, but you also get to know your very existence drives him way crazier than his ever makes you, and I mean, let's be real. Who doesn't like winning things?

Louis: Well I'm so glad you've found something that gives you a sense of purpose at least. Its very -

Daniel: Yeah, yeah, immortal blood drinkers need hobbies other than mass murder, it keeps the body count low and is good for the environment. Relax. I know. I literally wrote the book on it. You were there.

Louis: That's what you got out of it?

Daniel: Why, did you want me to fixate on your sex scenes instead? That seems weird. A little narcissistic even. And at the risk of self-awareness, when I'm the one -

Louis: Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure you had something to focus your energies on. It can all be a bit overwhelming at first and with your level of public attention at the moment, its very crit -

Daniel: Nope, all good here. Got myself a steady supply of Deadbeat Dad jokes that make my maker's eye twitch - apparently base word play is "gauche" or some shit - ugh, my god, its like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and I only ate one of the editors on my shitlist to test drive my shiny new murder skills. He had this thing about Oxford commas, used to bug the crap out of me. Its like we get it, you hate them. They're literally dots on a page, they can't hurt you, can we please move on....

Louis: ....

Daniel: Louis, I'm kidding. Look, you don't have to worry about me. I already decided I find emotional evisceration way more satisfying than the physical version. Less clean up and it lasts longer anyway. I'm not going to get myself into trouble by cosplaying as Jack the Ripper where paparazzi can catch me red-fanged, and even if I do, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility. You can stop mother-henning me, you didn't turn me, you literally said no when I begged you to, its the whole reason I have eternal wrinkles instead of youthful tautness.

Louis: Not gonna let that one go, are you.

Daniel: Gimme a few centuries and ask me again. I'll let you know then.

Louis: Mmhmm. So this was....memorable and we definitely won't be doing it again. But you do seem to have things figured out so I'll leave you to it, then.

Daniel: Wait, Louis, don't go! Don't you want to hear my five-century life plan for annoying Armand into an early retirement mausoleum? I made visual aids!

Louis: Goodbye, Daniel.

Daniel: Fine, leave then! I don't care! You're not my real dad anyway! Et cetera, et cetera!

#iwtv spoilers #iwtv season 2 spoilers #iwtv season 2 finale spoilers

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 10 months ago

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It was only supposed to be a One night stand (part 7)

Tw: dubcon (towards Montgomery), yandere shenanigans, short chapter

Will u guys tip me if i set the Tumblr tipping system up

part 8

It was a long trip. It still is going on.

Montgomery parked his car perfectly within the box, you panned to the side window to see an old, run-down diner. But it's obviously still popular as the parking lot is mostly filled.

Snow coated the ground and on the cars, you're glad that you wore extra layers.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed out of his door. Montgomery ran to the passenger side and opened the door for you, just like usual.

Montgomery offered his hand for you to take, you pretended not to see it as you exit the car yourself. He lets hid hand drop to his side as disappointment flashed across his face.

He opened the door for you, letting you enter before himself. Montgomery asked you where you wanted to sit, you chose the table nearest to you. He rushed over to pull your seat out, Montgomery waited for you to sit on it before gently pushing you towards the table.

You think he has this, almost cartoonish idea of being a gentleman. You appreciate it, but as a city person in this day and age, you're finding it... unusual.

You picked up the menu and scanned through it. Montgomery didn't, he just stared at you dreamily. Even if it's been close to a year, he was still madly in love with you, finding everything you do amazing and arousing.

Or maybe it's the fact that you both fucked like rabbits in the motel last night. Contributing to their dubious stains on the sheets, walls and carpets. The friction was keeping you warm on these winter nights, so you kept going even way past the point of overstimulation for Montgomery. He had tears in his eyes and begged you to stop, but you didn't. He pleaded and pleaded, even weakly trying to push you away until he passed out, then you stopped.

You woke up to him being extra cuddly and affectionate, much to your surprise. You thought he would be at least a little upset that you practically forced yourself onto him last night. He disregarded your apology and said it was the best night of his life and that you were stunning from below.

He tried initiating another session, but you said that you were hungry. Montgomery agrees and decides to pack up for the next stop.

The waitress came by and took your orders. He ordered deep fried chicken on a bed of sugary waffles, smothered in syrup and drenched in a river of butter. At 9 in the morning. You ordered something else, if you wanted some cardiac arresting agents, you could always steal from his plate.

Once the waitress leaves, his attention is promptly brought back to you.

"I love you." He leaned forward and whispered. A wide smile appears on his face.

You waited. Scrolling through your phone endlessly as he observes you, stroking your free hand with his thumb.

"I can't wait for ya' to meet my ma and pa." He spoke, loud enough to pierce through the chatter in the diner, but quiet enough to not draw any attention.

You looked up at him, thinking this will lead to him telling something about himself.

"They'll love ya', sweetheart." He continued.

You told him that you bet he told the same thing to the rest of his exes.

He frowned and stopped caressing your hand.

"I... I ain't got any exes. You're my first everything, remember?"

You find that hard to believe. You said that he isn't bad looking, he's tall and strong, he must have some going after him.

He shook his head.

"Nobody wanted me around. I reckon they thought I was some dumb Hillbilly spreadin' some... ridiculous disease."

You asked who told him that.

"Most of em'." He looked uncomfortable, beginning to clam up and look away from you.

You asked about the people in his hometown. Surely, he must have at least a fling or two, right?

"All the pretty boys snatched them all up. Leavin' none for uglies like me." He touched his face and darted his eyes away from the reflective surface of the window.

You decided to bring the topic about last night up again. Recognizing that you have gone too far and you should have stopped when he said no.

"You did nothin' wrong!" He cut you off mid sentence. "I was happy." Montgomery enveloped your hands with his, setting your phone aside. "You make me happy..."

He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing it before pressing the back of your palm against his cheek. "No one has ever wanted me like this. You're my first, and my last."

His last? It's definitely too soon to say. Montgomery doesn't think so.

"You're my one and only. I don't want anyone else." He tenderly nibbled on your fingers.

Maybe it's not a good time to break it to him that he's not your first and certainly not your last.

The conversation was interrupted when the waitress arrived to place the dishes down. It was of monstrous proportions and you doubt you can even finish your own plate, seeing how it's swimming in it's own puddle of grease.

He cuts a piece into his stack of waffles and stabbed a gigantic piece of chicken with his fork. Instead of eating it, he placed it on your already full plate.

"It's real good, try it." He smiled. "Lemme know if you want more."

You will definitely tell him, alright.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent

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yanderepuck · 9 months ago

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WE GOT ANOTHER ONE FOR THIS WHOOOORREE. It fits so well for him bc he's just so rough and doesn't care what happens to you as long as he feels please.

I love him on a sexual level and that's about it. Well let's thank @evil-quartett for this wheel prompt. I normally don't use dialogue prompts but something about this was so good.

Decided that it's going to be semi of a sequel to the last one I wrote

Prompt: "you know I love you, right?" "Yeah" "good, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't"

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Too short to look over this shoulder you move your head around him to see what he is doing.

"Whatcha working on?" You definitely want to bother him.

Faust jumps slightly from your touch. "When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. Seeing you was the first thing on my list," you smile at him as he sets his things down, turning to look at you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you

"You were gone too long. That old bat isn't allowed to keep you that long again."

You had gone to the mansion for a few days per Comte's request.

"I'm sorry. But I'm back now," you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him. "But I'm glad to know you missed me."

"Of course I missed my meerschweinchen," he smirks at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Who else was I supposed to play with?"

"Charles was still here," you tease. Faust doesn't look amused however. "It was nice to see everyone there. I've missed them."

"All of them?" Faust knows some of the guys there are a tad... questionable.

"Yes all of them. Even if all Arthur did was flirt and Theo kept calling me a dog," you groan slightly. "He kept telling me to bark when he would ask me something."

Faust glares slightly. Oddly enough Theo is the one he dislikes the most. You would have bet anything it would be Arthur considering how much he wants to bite you, and how many jokes he makes about sleeping together.

"I hope you didn't spend too much time with him," he tries to stop himself from growling by biting his tongue.

You thought for a moment and that was the only answer he needed.

"I think i spent time with everyone equally. Though I guess I tend to spend more time with Theo and Arthur. They like to drag me around with them."

"That's it," Faust picks you up, setting you on the table behind him. "You're not going over there again."

"You can't ban me from the mansion, silly," you let yourself be picked up. On the table you are just a little above eye level for him.

"But I can stop you from leaving this castle."

He stands between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. He's being so touchy today, you love it. Maybe you should leave more often.

"Are you going to trap me here like an evil witch," you giggle and drape your arms over his shoulders.

"Something like that," his hands slide up to your hips.

You begin to play with his hair as you lean closer to kiss him. You didn't mean for it to be rough, but Faust's kiss in return was.

You moaned and he pulled you closer to the edge so your bodies were pressed together.

Without waiting for your response, he was already in unbuttoning your shirt. He wanted to feel your skin. He wanted to squeeze you, pull at your flesh. Anything to feel you.

He already has you half undressed before you even started working on his clothes.

"They better not have touched you," he growled

Now you sense it. He's jealous. More than just because you left as well. You decide to play into it, wanting to know how far he'll take it.

"Not in a bad way, no. I got some hugs. Theo did get a little drunk and clung to me at one point," that was really Isaac. Some drinks got mixed up and you had to help him to bed.

You could feel Faust get tense as he grabbed you harder.

"Don't worry. No one bit me," you kiss him, finally getting his coat to the floor.

"They better not have," he gets your bra off and roughly gropes you, forcing a moan out of you. Just that squeeze made your mind go fuzzy.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?" He smirks. He tries getting your skirt and underwear off. You rock your body every which way to get the fabric out from under you. In seconds you're fully naked on his table while he still has most of his clothes on.

You whine and get his shirt fully unbuttoned. "Why must you have such complicated clothes," you pout, glaring at his stupid amount of belts.

"Fine, fine," normally he likes to watch you struggle with taking his clothes off, but he does it for you this time. In seconds he's standing there naked, between your legs.

Your hands rest on his waist, keeping him close to you. Leaning forward, you kiss him. Immediately getting rough. His hands go all over your body, squeezing any bit he can while your hands go down to his cock.

He gasps between the kisses as you get him harder, wrapping your hands around his length. Pumping him, he gets harder and harder with more precum coming out of his tip.

He bites your lip and gets closer. He reaches behind you to move anything in the table that might be in the way.

His lips go down to your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin. "You know I love you, right?"

You moan and keep working his cock, moving your head to the side for him. "O-of course."

"Good," he nibbles at the front of your neck, taking your hands off of him. You feel his tip press against your hole. You're eager for him. If you could suck him in you would.

"Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't," he growled in your ear and pushed himself all the way into you.

You gasp, falling back on the table. With a death grip on your hips he doesn't give you time to adjust. Now that he's in you he won't be kind. He pulls you closer to the edge to make sure he's as deep as he can get.

You can already feel bruises forming at your hips. Pushing your legs further apart, he thrusts into you roughly, only caring about his pleasure. Not only is he holding you close to the edge, but he's holding you down against the hard table.

"You're mine, got it!"

The air was practically fucked out of your lungs and you're still trying to catch up. "Y-yesss," all you could say.

"You're staying here. I will fuck you until you can't walk to be sure of that," his hips snapped into you harder.

You barely got time to moan before you were screaming. His tip is slamming into your cervix and he keeps trying to drive deeper and deeper into your hole.

You hold onto your tits, squeezing them yourself. Your body starts to squirm. It's too much. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant.

Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own skin. The table under you shakes with each thrust. Faust doesn't seem to be bothered by a few of his tools rolling around.

You knew he was the type to get jealous, but you didn't think it would be this bad. Your legs try to close. He's going so deep that you already feel sore

He forces your legs flat onto the table, holding them down.

"Stay or I'm tying you down," he bares his fangs at you, keeping his hands on your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs.

You scream again. As much as you'd love to be tied down, you don't force your legs against him.

In moments you clench around him, coating his cock and your walls in cum.

He moans now that he's able to slide in and out quicker.

He goes to take his glasses off, barely slowing down. They kept sliding and the chain was getting annoying. He holds you tightly again and gets harder.

You squeeze your flesh more, screaming in pain and pleasure. Now you're able to tell the difference from when he's using his vampire strength. He holds back more than you realize normally.

"Mine," he growls before cumming into you. You didn't expect it, and he didn't slow down at all as it shot out. He just fucked his cum deep into you. Even once his load was fully out he continued to keep the pace and force.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could barely hold onto yourself at this point, half of your body fell limp.

"That's right. Just lay there and let me fuck you."

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months ago

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3.134 Parenting

Once Desiree was satisfied, I placed her in the bassinet, snapped a picture to send to everyone, and called Mama. Naturally, she thought I was still at the hospital, so I told her our heroic tale of home birth. It upset her at first because anyone in their right mind would have been concerned about giving birth unassisted. But in the end, she said she was proud of me. Dad was still over there, so she told him of his new granddaughter, and he came over immediately. Sophia was supposed to be resting, but was much too excited to sleep and eager to spend time with Desi. I mean, she was probably the best baby ever born, so I didn't kick back too much when she appeared at the door when Dad arrived. She promised to go to bed as soon as he left.

"She's beautiful, son. I'm really happy for you both."

"Thanks, Dad."

Knowing Sophia couldn't sleep because she wanted to hold our daughter, I probably should have given Desi up, but I couldn't part with her. At least not yet. I asked if Dad wanted to hold her because it was the right thing to do, but I was glad he declined. He, like me, was skittish about holding her, even after having two children of his own. The more I held her, the more comfortable I became. At that rate, I'd be a professional newborn handler in no time.

"When you were a toddler," he began, "I was still afraid of you. Of course, you were bigger and less fragile then, but I had never really been around children before and didn't know what to do with you."

Looking back, I saw evidence of that all the way through our childhood. He was naturally a laid-back guy, but his parenting style was also very hands off. He basically let us do whatever we wanted, only stepping in when it was critical or we came to him. Mama was kind of passive too, but she checked in with us from time to time to see how things were going and how she could help. What kind of parent did I aspire to be? I certainly couldn't see myself as a helicopter, but I think I'd like to be less be passive. Only time would tell what I'd become.

"I learned quickly how fickle children are at that age and was deathly afraid of you having a tantrum, so I tried to talk to you nicely when it was time for a bath or whatever I needed you to do. You thought it was funny and would mock me."

"Really?? I did that?"

"Sure did."

"I bet you were so adorable," Sophia said.

"He was. They both were. And now you both have your own. I wish I had more time to see them grow up, but I'm happy just knowing they exist."

"Don't talk like that, Dad."

"I'm old, Luca. I won't be around forever."

Sad doggie whimpers saved me from that conversation. It's not that I didn't realize my parents had gotten on in age, but I didn't want to discuss it yet. I was still high from becoming a parent for the first time. He could burst my bubble after my birthday, and he better not die before then.

"What's the matter, Rosie? Did you hear the baby? You have a little sister now. Come here. Let's get you introduced."

I put down Des, picked up Rosie, and brought her to the bassinet.

"This is Desiree. She's gonna be your new playmate soon, and I'm gonna get you and Kooper some treats so you can play with her for a really long time."

She licked my face, so I guess she forgave me. I hadn't completely neglected them, but she and Kooper definitely got lost in the shuffle.

"We still love you and Koop. You were our first babies! But this baby is gonna need a lot of help, so don't think I don't love you if we don't go jogging every day, okay?"

"You're such a good daddy," Sophia said.

I think I detected a hint of flirt in there, but I kept that thought to myself. Maybe when she wasn't struggling to keep her eyes opened I'd revisit, heh. She excused herself to go to bed a few minutes later. Desiree began fussing again, but I didn't have to guess what she needed that time; I could smell it. Dad had gone downstairs, probably to see what he could do around the house to help, so it was on me to get Little Miss Lady cleaned up. It was surprisingly not that hard. At least I hope I did it right.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years ago

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Contains: Fluff, smut (voyeurism, exhibitionismf, fingering, praise kink, Dom Jax, P in V)

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When an arrogant prospect takes it one step too far, Jax feels the need to teach him a lesson.

Jax watched you at the bar, smiling and glad handing all the visiting sons. He was grateful that you were there playing the diplomat while he got down to business. He didn't miss the way you would glance back at him every now, it had taken a while but you had developed a kind of silent communication that he found invaluable.

He had learned that you were very good at picking who was going to last and a look in your direction after you chatted with a prospect was always very enlightening.

Right now, he was in the middle of getting an update from the President of a visiting charter, the man going on and on about how hard it was to find good recruits, "I fucking tell you, that prospect over there, I give him another month before he's tossed out on his ass."

Jax huffed, "why isn't he gone already?"

The look he got told Jax all he needed to know, "he's a legacy, his dad was one of the first men picked to run a chapter who wasn't first nine."

Jax scoffed, "well, if he steps wrong here, we'll get rid of him."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

You raised your water and turned to the man behind you, this must have been the prospect you had heard all the others complaining about, "I have one thank you, can I help you with anything?"

He smiled, "yeah, let me buy you a drink."

You sighed, "I have one, I'm also married."

He licked his lips, "hey, I'm up for anything and it's not like I see your man around."

You pointed behind you, "because my man is Jax Teller and he's busy. Now, if you need companionship, I suggest you find Mr Padilla and see if he can find a lady to spend the night with."

He leaned in closer, resting his arm on the bar, "hey, I don't discriminate. I'm sure he has fun too."

You blinked, "yes, we have fun together because we are in a loyal and loving marriage. Now I would like you to turn around and walk the other way, I have nothing else nice to say to you after you've said such nasty things about the man I love and my marriage."

Jax was paying more and more attention to you as he watched you stiffen, "is that the fucker you're talking about?"

The noise from the visiting President's mouth gave Jax all the information he needed, "yep, is that your old lady?"

Jax took a sip of his beer, waiting for you to wave him over, "yep. Don't worry she can handle herself."

There was a huff from his friend, "let's hope so because this guy needs to learn his lesson."

Trying to get him to go away was fast becoming a fool's errand, "I know you ladies think he's pretty and all but guys like that are shit in bed. I bet he just does what he wants. Me? I listen."

You took a deep breath and stood up, "no you don't and since you can't listen, I'm going to go over and sit in my husband's lap so you fuck off." You waved to the prospect behind the bar, "three fingers of that fancy scotch, please, on the rocks."

You were handed the drink and without even looking at the man who had spent the last five minutes hitting on you, you walked over to Jax, pressed your lips to his, handed him the drink then sat in his lap with a smile.

"Sorry my love, I couldn't stand to be parted from you a moment longer so I thought I would come over. I brought your favourite to say sorry in case I was interrupting."

Jax chuckled and pecked your cheek while wrapping his arms around your body, "nah darlin, I was about to come over and grab you anyway. Are you having fun?"

You shook your head, "not really, there's a new prospect that needs a good punch in the mouth. He seems to think you're no good in bed and he thinks he can do better."

The smirk on Jax's face was downright diabolical as he called the man over, "are you into my old lady prospect?"

To your surprise, he smiled, "who wouldn't be? I mean, she's the hottest piece of ass here."

The look on your face grabbed Happy's attention and he walked over, "everything alright, boss?"

Jax sucked on his tongue, "everything's fine Hap. The prospect here was just telling me how nice my wife's ass is, ain't that nice of him?"

Happy's face was unreadable, "I don't think it's appropriate to be talking about a lady like that, especially not the wife of the leader of this Club."

Things went from bad to worse when the prospect smiled wider, "hey you know who my father is. I grew up in a Clubhouse, all these bitches are up for grabs unless they're knocked up."

Jax huffed and turned to the other man, "you were right, he is a problem."

You thought for a moment, sure Jax could beat the stuffing out of him but that wouldn't really teach him a lesson, "my love?"

Jax turned his attention to you, his arm tightening around you, "yes darlin?"

You did your best to hold back a smile, "I was very offended that he thinks you're a poor lover, I'm actually quite mad about it."

Jax pressed his lips to your neck, "are you now?" He turned to the prospect who still clearly thought he wasn't making a huge mistake, "what are you going to do about making my lady mad?"

He shrugged, "I think that's your problem, the women I know who get fucked right are never mad."

Jax clenched his jaw, something dark coming to the surface, "well then that settles that, how about you come in and watch me fuck her brains out and if I'm as bad as you say I am, you can tell the whole fucking Club."

This man's audacity seemed to have no end because he smiled, "sure, if you need some pointers."

Jax stood up with a smile, taking your hand in his, "are you alright with this darlin, you say the word and we can go home and enjoy the night all the ourselves."

You knew Jax wasn't going to let him touch you, this was about Jax showing off. The prospect was going to be lucky if Jax didn't make him face the wall and put his nose in a corner, "I'm fine with it, he clearly won't listen to either of us so maybe he's so dumb that he needs to see it with his own eyes. But maybe we should stay under the covers, I don't want to make the poor boy feel inadequate, that can really harm a man's self esteem."

Jax smiled, "you should thank her for being so kind to you."

The prospect wasn't interested, "are we doing this or are we just going to talk about it?"

You could tell by the tone in Jax's voice how pissed he was, "you can back out at any time man, don't stay because you think you have too. Hell, I'll make stay until your patch vote no matter what."

He huffed, "I ain't going anywhere."

Jax took your hand and you walked into the dorm with the prospect in tow. Jax locked the door and directed you to the middle of the room before turning to the prospect, "you can sit in that chair. And don't even think about putting your hand anywhere near your dick, that wasn't part of the agreement."

He did as he was told, the gravity of the situation still not sinking in as Jax stood in front of you and leaned in to kiss you. You soon forgot about the interloper as Jax kissed you senseless. You started on your top button while Jax shrugged off his kutte and placed it over the back of another chair, coming back as your shirt fell open.

He slid his hands under the fabric and placed them on your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck as your head fell to the side to give him more access. His hand moved up to slide the shirt on your shoulder and you reached out to unbutton his blue flannel.

Jax's flannel came off and he pulled back so you could pull his SONS T-shirt over his head, Jax smiling as your eyes racked over his bare chest. The chair shifted and Jax looked over, the prospect suddenly realising that Jax was far larger and stronger than he was. Jax turned his head with a smirk, "you can go man, we ain't keeping you here if you're feeling insecure."

The man huffed, "I'm fine thanks."

Jax turned back to you, pressing you to his chest as he reached down and removed your jeans, you following suit after you palmed his growing bulge. Jax didn't have your shyness and he shoved down his boxers and his hard cock sprung free.

The smile on your face was automatic, as was your hand reaching out to wrap around the shaft. Jax grunted, his eyes filling with lust as you started walking backwards and kissed him. Jax ran his hand from your ribs to your back, undoing your bra before pulling back while you wrapped your arm around your body to hide your nakedness from the stranger on the other side of the room.

Jax spun you around so your back was facing the prospect, your crow on full display, then threw back the covers but not the top sheet and with a smile and a gentlemanly gesture, he was holding it open for you to climb inside. You lay down on your side, your back facing the other man while Jax got into bed next to you.

The prospect couldn't see your skin under the sheet but it was clear from the movement under it that Jax was running his hand up your leg. There was more shifting as he lifted your leg over his hip, then his hand emerged from the sheet to throw your panties away and you placed your hand on his ribs, the muscles rippling under your skin as he breathed.

His hand went back under the sheet and to your centre as he ran two long fingers up and down your slit, "you're very wet for me darlin, you want to tell me why?"

You smiled and brushed his lips with yours, "I'm always like that when I'm with you."

Jax chuckled, it was full of ego, "oh, I know. There's no way he's getting you like that."

You kissed him again, "not in a million years, it's all you my love."

Jax's thumb found your clit as he slid two fingers inside you while you buried your head in his neck. He didn't waste any time working you up, his calloused fingertips brushing your G-spot as you gasped. He looked at you, then flicked his eyes to the other man, a plan forming in his brain as he pushed you closer to the edge.

He pressed his lips to yours and you rocked your hips into his hand, his thumb picking up speed as the prospect shifted again. Jax pulled away, just far enough that he could speak to you without anyone else hearing, "you still want to keep going? I can feel how close you are."

You smiled, "he can't see anything."

Jax smiled back and kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as you came around his fingers. Jax didn't stop, removing his lips from yours in time for you to let out a desperate but soft cry as you fell over the edge again, "good girl." Jax didn't even look at the man as he spoke, "you ever have a woman make that sound for you prospect?"

There was no response, the situation finally taking hold. Jax turned his attention back to you, "give me one more then you can have my cock." His fingers slowing for a few minutes to get you over the almost painful overstimulation, his lips soft on yours as his beard scratched your skin.

When your twitching faded, his lips moved to your neck and his fingers sped up again. You moved your hand from his ribs to wrap around his shaft and jacked slowly as he wrung another orgasm out of you. You had a bit more trouble keeping you quiet this time, but his expression told you he didn't mind.

He pulled his fingers from you and sucked them into his mouth, moaning around them as your taste coated his tongue. He pulled his fingers away and his hand found your face as he kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips while he rolled on top of you.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, his chest pressed to yours to hide your body from the other man, "you good darlin?"

You nodded, "I'm great, are you?"

Jax smiled softly, "I'm great, you want me to get rid of him?"

You looked over at him, the prospect turning away when your eyes landed on his face, "it's up to you. If you think he's learned his lesson, then you're more than welcome to throw his out on his ass."

Jax looked over at the man, it was all predator and dominance, "I don't think he has but he can leave if he wants. He knows where the door is."

"I'll stay, it ain't like it's hard to fingerfuck a woman." You couldn't tell what was pissing Jax off more, the disrespect to you and your marriage or the disrespect to him as a lover and as his President but something about the expression on his face told you it was the former.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and Jax settled between your legs, rubbing his cock up and down your slit before sliding inside you with a kiss on your lips. The shuddering moan you let out was matched by the groan that came from Jax, there was a growl to it that gave you the urge to sink your teeth into his shoulder.

You buried your head in his neck as his hips started to rock. He started slow, grinding into you while you ran your hands up and down his back. Your breath caught in your throat as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot while one hand shimmied between you to rub your clit.

"Jax please."

He smiled and kissed a path from your neck, across your face and to your lips, kissing you softly juxtaposed to how his hips were now ramming into you. You pulled Jax even tighter to you as the end neared, stuck between waiting to continue kissing him and wanting to refresh the ever present love bite on his shoulder. Jax made the decision for you as a particularly punishing thrust had you sinking your teeth into his flesh to muffle your moan as you rocketed over the edge.

"That's it, my good girl, you feel so good." Your whimper only served to spur Jax on as he turned to face the prospect, "have you learned your lesson?"

There was no response and despite the fuzziness of pleasure clouding your brain, you couldn't help but turn your head to see what he was doing. There was something on his face, it was hard to pin point if it was from being proven wrong or the fact that he thought Jax was going to kill him when this was over so he didn't share this experience with anyone.

Jax had triumph on his face at his vanquished foe. The prospect was no longer cocky but deflated, "look at the fucking wall. You don't even deserve to be in the same room as my woman, let alone get to look at her."

Jax turned back to you as you rocked your hips, matching Jax's pace as his grunts became more urgent. He bit down on your lower lip as he came, moaning your name like a dying man.

He breathed against your lips, smiling softly as he shifted his hips to pull out of you. He didn't roll away, deciding to stay holding you for a little longer, "I love you darlin."

You pecked him, smiling against his lips as he rubbed your nose with his, "I love you too."

Jax turned to the prospect, his voice a mask of calm rage, "get the fuck out."

He stayed frozen to the spot, "did you not hear me? Get the fuck out, I don't want you here anymore." He only started to move when Jax started to pull away from you, you imagine the thought of Jax beating the life out of him naked was enough to get him moving.

The door slam had you jumping and Jax pressed soft kissing into your skin to soothe you, he rolled off you and took you with him, pulling you into his arms, "did you have fun?"

You nodded, "yep, I forgot he was there most of the time."

Jax chuckled, "good."

You pressed your lips to his chest, "are you alright? You still seem revved up."

Jax chuckled, "I'm just excited for round two without someone looking on."

You smiled, "well in that case, I better go get us some snacks."

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allandoflimbo · 1 year ago

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I C E P R I N C E S S 12

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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P R E V I O U S C H A P T E R

You hear the birds before you open your eyes. Memories from last night wash over you the second you shift your arms. You feel the warm body laying next to yours.

This felt unreal.

Your eyes open slightly and you can see Bucky's back and the back of his head. A head of cute boyish dark brown hair.

You looked down, impressed that he managed to still keep his arm around you.

You didn't want to wake him up, but at the same time you both didn't want to call too much attention to yourselves in the house.

It's then that you remember that that means the girls know you didn't sleep in your room and the guys know he didn't sleep in his.

You sigh, deciding to think about that later and think about the now instead.

You felt a smile on your lips as you bury yourself more within the blankets. You moved up until your hands were against his back.

You fall back asleep for a little bit longer.

You don't know how long you're out for before you're awaken by the bed shifting up and down. You groan slightly as you stretch out your legs and toes.

Your eyes flicker open.

Bucky's sitting up on his side of the bed, but he was facing away from you.

He must've heard your little groan because he turns his head to look at you.

The second your eyes meet, a million butterflies escape into your tummy.

You can feel your cheeks burn.

He smiles at you.

He reaches over to place the phone he had been just using on the night stand.

"Hey," he says quietly. He stretches over to you and brushes one of your hair strands away from your shoulder, "sleep okay?"

You nod. You feel the tingles on your skin where he just touched you.

"Yeah. You?"

He lets out a small chuckle.

"Yeah." He says softly.

You keep eye contact as you make a grab for his hand that is still on your arm, and you take his hand, bring it to your lips, and kiss his knuckles there.

He keeps eyes contact with you the whole time.

Was this what high school sweethearts really were?

Was this both of you now?

You're convinced it has to be because you've never felt like this with anyone ever. Not even Steve.

He wasn't even close.

You felt like you were in a damn Taylor Swift song right now.

"So you like me." He says sweetly, pulling you away from your thoughts.

Both your eyes soften. He runs his thumb over your cheek.

"I do." You say.

"About last night—" he starts.

"It was perfect. Unexpected, but I'm glad it happened." You whisper.

"I'm glad it happened, too," he pulls his hand away from you and he fixes himself until he's laying on his side facing you. It's then that you notice he already has his boxers back on, "how are you feeling?" He asks.

"A little sore, but not bad."

"Good."

You move in closer to him until your hands are on his chest. He welcomes you, throwing his arm around your waist.

"I don't want to leave here yet. Can it just be us for a little bit?" You ask.

"I'd love to stay with you here," he takes in a deep breath, "but it is almost eleven AM. We're going to have to go down eventually."

"It's eleven?"

He hums a confirmation.

You lay for a few more minutes in comfortable silence.

"I'm going to need to run to the store. We can go just us together. Would give us some time alone." You say.

"Awww I'm honored. You only want to spend time with me." Bucky says, a playful tone in his voice.

"It's not that I don't want to spend time with my friends, it's just, we —we're something. I want to be with you. Not just in general, but today."

You feel a finger under your chin and you tilt it up to where it guides you.

He runs his lips over yours. It's languid and dances with your own sensually.

He pulls away.

"You're something else," he runs his hand over your face, "beautiful, gorgeous, sweet, smart." his eyes dart down to your lip.

His words are precious.

You lean up and kiss him again, this time letting your tongue run over his. You feel his hand drag down your neck, your arm, and eventually to your hip. He deepens your kiss, pulling your body closer to his. He pulls your bottom lip in between his and nibbles on you playfully. When he's done he opens up to you again, your tongues clashing together in a bruising kiss.

You pull back way too soon, he sighs, and you place soft kisses over his upper chest.

"When we get back home remind me to make your parents some of my famous jalapeño poppers."

Bucky laughs out loud.

"Jalapeño poppers?" He continues to laugh, turning onto his back until he's staring at the ceiling. You watch this beautiful boy fill with happiness, a hand running through his messy post-sex hair, "you're so silly, squirmy."

You snicker.

"Squirmy?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." You put a hand to his chest, Mmm, hmm," he faces you again and leans in closer to you bringing his hand to your lower back and over the side of your thigh. It blew your mind how comfortable you both fell into this. It was so easy, so effortlessly beautiful. He leans his face closer to yours and bumps his nose against yours, "Kicky, too." He whispers.

You chuckle.

"Kicky?" You ask, playfully offended.

He nudged your nose with his again, also chuckling.

"Oh, yea." his eyes go down to your lips and his hand continues to venture it's way down your leg and behind your knee.

"Bucky..."

He gives you a look you recognize and you feel a sudden tension in the air.

"I'm really glad you're here." He says suddenly serious, "Not just right here right now, but in general," it's then that you feel him drag his fingers over the scar that no one else had ever seen but you, right on your upper inner thigh. You suddenly understand the meaning of his words and it has heavy tears brewing in your throat. He's glad you survived your accident and that you were both able to experience this, "Does it hurt?" He asks you sweetly.

"Sometimes." Your response is barely a whisper.

You both close your eyes as he brings your leg around his hip. He closes the distance between the both of you, kissing you the deepest you've ever been kissed.

You sigh against his lips, running your hand up the side of his face and to the back of his neck.

When he eventually pulls away from you, you feel cold. Like ice.

You needed him to keep warm.

"We should go down." You say.

—-

The second you both step into the kitchen, the talking quiets down. Everyone tries to keep attention to what they were previously doing, but the obvious glances and smiles are noticeable.

You feel yourself blushing as you make your way to the fridge for some orange juice.

You sneak behind Sam and he mumbles a quick sorry when he realizes he's in your way.

Bucky sits next to Sharon on the stool at the island. He picks at the grapes, grabbing a few and popping them in his mouth.

"I was worried when we didn't see you guys last night. It started to rain bad." Steve says from the couch.

"Yeah it got pretty bad." You say, still not making eye contact with anyone, pouring your juice in your glass.

Did they hear you guys?

You had both tried so hard to be quiet.

Bucky moves slightly in his seat and his eyes inadvertently meet Matt's across the room. He's sitting there next to Steve, a heavy and dark look in his eyes.

He looked pissed.

Bucky was getting tired of this guy and whatever problem he had with him.

Bucky looks away, resisting the urge to eye roll.

"We're running out in a bit. Gonna go grab some more drinks and shit, you down to come with us, Buck?" Sam asks as he leans back against the counter.

Bucky's eyes flicker to you and to Sam.

"Sure. When are you guys going?" He asks.

"In a few minutes. We can wait for you."

You clear your throat.

"Actually, me and Bucky were going to stop somewhere together first, if that's alright with you Bucky? I'll promise to have him back not too late for you guys to go then to the store." You say confidently.

Bucky smiles. He was genuinely curious for what you had in mind.

It's then that his eyes travel down your neck and he feels a heavy blush on his face.

"Okay, cool." Sam says.

You take a few sips of your OJ and turn for some toast. That's cut too soon, though, when you hear Carol call you.

"Come over here, we gotta show you something." Carol calls from the couch where she's shifting next to Matt and across from Steve. Once you sit down on her other side she leans forward to whisper in your ear, "did you see your neck?"

You're confused by her question.

"My neck?" You pull away to examine yourself, your eyes darting briefly to Steve who has an interesting look on his face. Carol giggles and brings you in again by your arm, "you have hickeys everywhere, girl."

——

You and Bucky both jump into your Jeep, but Bucky jumps into the drivers side and you in the passenger seat.

He starts your car and kicks on the heat to low.

It felt so intimate being with him like this, even though last night was the epitome of intimacy.

You text something to your mom as you pull out your phone, letting her know the trip is going well.

When you're done you place it on your lap and look out the window into the trees and cabin and then to Bucky.

He looked adorable as he kept pressing all kinds of buttons on your dashboard to regulate the air.

His jaw was sharp and his long lashes contrasted beautifully with his Ocean blues.

"So where are we going?" He asks.

"The pharmacy." You say, "for an AP student trying to get into goddamn Yale you're not very connecty-of-the-dotsy." You say playfully.

He gives you a funny look and chuckles.

"Offensive but cute," he puts on his seatbelt and puts the car in rear to back out of the parking space. The puts his right hand on the back of your seat and looks behind him as he does so, his left palm turning the wheel as he goes, "what are you talking about?"

"I need plan b, I'm not on birth control." you explain.

He finishes backing up and puts the car into drive.

He looks over at you for a second.

"Shit, right. Okay."

"And...we need to get condoms. I'm not going on birth control right now cuz of stuff I have going on in my eighteen year old body that pisses me off, so we're going to have to stick to the classic way for now."

The edges of Bucky's lips perk up.

"So, you're saying it'll happen again?" He asks.

You're a bit surprised at his question even though you know he means no harm and it's partially being teasing.

You reach for his right hand and hold it in yours.

He rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

"I'm your girl now. You're my boy. I think it's safe to say it'll happen again." You say.

He brings your hand to his lips and he leaves a kiss there.

He doesn't let go of your hand the entire car ride.

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You both run to the car in a fit of giggles and laughter.

You rip the pink box open once you're in your seat.

Bucky hands you a water bottle and you take the pill.

"Head back to the cabin?" He asks as he turns the car back on.

"Actually —"

"I'm not going to anymore creepy churches, squirmy."

You giggle.

"It's not." You show him the way through the roads, "just take that first left onto Hollow Terrace and then you're see a bench on the side of the road, you can turn in there."

He follows your directions.

Hollow Terrace is a long road. Secluded and isolated; completely incased by large maple trees.

"You didn't bring me out here to kill me, did you?" He asks.

"Always." You reply quickly, tossing him a toothy grin, "right here!" You tell him once you see the bench.

He turns the car onto a gravel road. He drives for a few more hundred feet until the trees disappear and you're face to face with a guardrail. Behind that in the distances is a large body of water, a huge lake, and a mountain.

"An overlook?" He asks as he pulls up near the edge of the cliff.

"One of my favorite spots."

"You sure have a lot of favorite little spots around here." He whispers, looking out into the scenery, "it's beautiful."

You lean forward and leave a kiss on his shoulder.

You then lean down next to your feet and you pull out the plastic bag that you had brought from the cabin.

You hand him a foiled square.

"I made us sandwiches."

"I was wondering what that was!"

You smirk at him as you both open your own little squares.

"I come prepared." You say.

"Can I ask something?" He says, halting on his sandwich. You nod, "can we take the top off?" He motions to the top cover of your jeep.

You raise a brow at him and then look at the cover.

"Sure. I mean we'll be freezing on the ride back to the cabin, but yeah. We can take the doors down too. It's a bit heavy though. I'd have to help you. We can put them in the back. I have a cotton tarp so they don't scratch up."

"Let's do it." He doesn't even hesitate to hop out the car.

You both get the doors and cover off in about fifteen minutes.

"So what was your plan?" You ask him, hands on your hips.

He smiles at you and climbs into the front seat. He reaches his hand for you but on the passenger side.

"Come on." You follow his lead and before you can sit he stands up and places his hands on your waist. He picks you up easily and places you on the bar that runs down the middle of the car. He follows and sits next to you, "now we can eat." He says, reaching back for his sand which.

You're halfway down your second sandwich and you and Bucky have discussed everything from your childhood to your families. Bucky was still waiting to hear about his mother's status. You were both waiting on hearing back from the colleges you applied to.

You felt it was too early to still discuss if you should try to get colleges close to each other. It was a lot of pressure and this was only your second day together.

"Do you listen to Taylor Swift?" You ask him suddenly.

He chuckles.

"Uhm. Not a lot but I know some songs, I guess. Like the mainstream ones? I don't really listen to them on repeat, though," he takes a gulp of his water and looks at you, "why? You a fan?"

"I'm not a swiftie but there are songs I really like. I don't know why I brought it up honestly, I guess it's because I feel like what we're doing right now is just so..." you take a deep breath as you look up at the sky for words to explain what you were thinking.

"So...." Bucky mimics you, waiting for an answer.

"It's very, I was enchanted to meet you." Is the only explanation you can think of.

He doesn't say anything to that. You continue to eat until he's eventually finished and he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"Mom wants to know what I'm up to right now." You say, looking down at your phone.

Bucky leans his right arm down on the car and places a kiss on the left shoulder.

"Tell her the truth."

You turn to him and smile.

"And what's that?"

He looks down at you and pushes your hair behind your ear.

"Your sitting on your car, eating sandwiches, looking at the mountains, and singing Taylor Swift lyrics," his gaze goes to your hair and he rolls the strands between his fingers, "with Bucky."

The words linger in the air until your eyes meet again.

You lean forward and kiss him softly.

"Okay." You say when you pull away.

He wasn't expecting you to actually listen to him, and the fact that you were telling your mother about him sent an excitement through him that he had never really felt before.

You don't know how long you both stay out there, but it's long enough to where Bucky needs to reach back and grab you an extra sweatshirt in your trunk. He helps you pull it on.

"You ready to go?" You ask him.

"Yeah, we should." He says.

You both get into your seats but he doesn't drive off and he doesn't turn the car on.

You wonder if he's feeling the same thing you are and if that's why.

"Bucky." You whisper hoarsely.

He turns to look at you and you don't realize he was holding in a deep breath. The second your eyes meet, he exhales through his nose.

Damnit, you were screwed for the rest of your life.

Without any hesitation you both meet halfway. You've got your hand in his hair and he's got his left hand on your side, pulling you closer to him. Your mouths kiss each other like it's the last time they ever will, even though you both know it's not. He groans against your lips, drinking your taste in. It's the whimper he leaves when his hand travels down your thigh that does it for you.

You don't waste even a second to sit on his lap, helping him push the seat back so you have room against the steering wheel.

"What if someone sees us?" He asks you, panting.

"No one ever comes here. Too many bears." You say before kissing him hard again, your chest flushed with his as you sit up and hover over him.

He's got his hands on your hips. Guiding you tight against him.

Your hands go down to your jeans and you start to unbutton them. He helps you take them off, along with your underwear, and then he's on you again.

He would never get tired of kissing you.

But something nags at him as he looks up at you and as he feels your core dragging against his zipper.

He cups your cheek.

"This isn't just physical to me. You know what right?" He says quietly.

"This isn't physical to me either." You tell him.

"Don't get me wrong. I love your body and I love expressing myself to you that way, but you're so much more than that to me."

"Yeah?"

"I like doing this with you because I think it's the best way to express how much I like you. Your eyes, your energy, your aura, your cute little nose, that sweet voice of yours, your personality, the way you get so passionate about the things you love, your hospitality. This feels good but it's so much more than pleasure."

"I feel the same way about you. And I know we're moving so fast, but it feels so right." You whisper.

He leans up and kisses you again.

You hastily unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. Bucky let's out a long moan as you grab him and begin to stroke him.

He shifts his hips until he's in a better angle.

"Yes," he hisses through his teeth, looking down at your hand jerking him off, "mmmm."

Your tongues dance together as you continue to rub his dick.

You were learning so fast.

You quickly pull away to lick your hand and your return it down to him. Bucky moans when you kiss him again, tasting himself on your sweet tongue.

His own right hands goes for your center and he rubs your clit with his pointer finger.

You moan against his mouth.

You were so drunk on him. You were so ready. You were already on the brink.

You let your tongue travel down his neck as you sit yourself up a little more, thankful that you had taken down the door so your right foot could actually straddle him properly.

He reaches into his back pocket and grabs one of the condoms he had put in there. You watch as he slides it on.

You're impatient for his cock inside of you. You grab his shaft as you hover over him and you guide it, sliding down completely onto him.

You gasp.

"Oh, fuck." You whimper.

This was so much better this time.

"Shit," he grunts as you engulf his cock up and down.

You support your left hand on his right shoulder and your right goes to the seat next to his left shoulder, in a half sitting position.

You moan as you bounce over him.

This felt so different than the first time. The first time was great, but the pain had definitely been a distraction. This time there was only pleasure and the fact that you were connected and having sex.

You're having sex.

With Bucky. In a parked car.

This turns you on more than you realize and you throw your head back as the pleasure overwhelms you.

"Fuck. Fuck." You say over and over again. You suddenly wished you had more room to move. You gave him some slow rolls a you brought your pelvis down flushed against his, "God, Bucky." You could feel him deep inside your tummy, hitting you just right.

You were so close.

"That's it, baby girl. That's it." He groans. His hand goes to the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a wet kiss that is only tongue.

You were so filthy together.

"I'm so close." You cry, puckering your lips for added affect.

He runs his thumb over you top lip.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" You whimper and nod, increasing your speed, "I'm gonna cum for you too."

His words cause you to close your eyes and grunt.

"I'm cumming." You cry out in a plea.

You quicken your bounce, your mouth stuck in an open gasp as you ride out your orgasm.

He starts fucking up into you roughly.

He feels amazing. His jeans hitting your thighs feel amazing. His two hands grabbing your ass and driving you down feels amazing.

He cums into you with a heavy groan.

"I'm cumming so hard." He groans out through heavy moans as he continues to move you on him.

His comments triggers another orgasm out of you and you cling onto his neck for dear life.

Two minutes of panting and birds chirping pass by.

You're both sweating and giggling together as you fall onto him, your body feeling like jelly. He kisses your jaw and the side of your neck.

"I really like you. Incase you can't tell." You tell him, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

He laughs out loud.

"I really like you, too." You rub your hands over his chest.

"You're sure this doesn't feel too fast?"

He takes a few long seconds to reply. You know he's thinking of a proper response.

"I know I'm happy right now. We'll deal with each thing as it comes."

"Does that mean I can officially call you my boyfriend?"

"Thought that was a given," he chuckles, kissing you, "I'm your boy, Y/N. and you're my girl."

With that, you got dressed and Bucky zipped up his jeans and you both made your way back to the cabin just in time for food.

N E X T C H A P T E R

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A/N: Enjoy the fluff while it lasts. - the angst bitch

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stratossphere · 2 years ago

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sleepover | j.k

you and johnny try to have your first sleepover. key word try.

warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking, suggestive content, getting interrupted, the jackass guys are shit starters, fluff

word count: 4.1k

a/n: this is the first sleepover fic from my poll that i never posted :)

tags: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee (lmk if you want to be added!)

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"Oh my god. It's almost three in the fucking morning." You groaned as you suddenly caught a glance at the oven clock in Johnny's kitchen as you were passing by. "I have a 30 minute drive home."

"The rest of us are staying. Just crash on the couch or something." Dave said as he tossed his beer can into the trash from across the room. When he saw the look on your face, he rolled his eyes. "It's only gonna be weird if you make it weird."

"I just don't want to like...push it further than it is." You fretted, taking a small drag off the cigarette between your fingers before blowing a thin tunnel of smoke towards the ceiling.

"You're pushing what?" Suddenly Ryan was in the room too, and he could clearly tell that you were gossiping. Dave just shook his head.

"Y/n’s too pussy to have her first sleepover with Knoxville." He filled Ryan in, yawning as soon as he was done speaking and starting to back out of the kitchen towards the hallway. "Everyone else is going to bed, man. Better make a decision sometime soon."

"Oh, you're too pussy? What, because he hasn't called you his girlfriend?" Ryan teased, decent enough to keep his voice down to prevent alerting the entire house of your conversation. You punched his shoulder, giving him a dirty look.

"Shut up. I don't care about that." You did, in fact, care about that, but he didn't need to know that. You and Johnny had slept together quite a few times now, and you were more than comfortable together, but you had yet to actually have that talk, or ever actually spend the night at each other's houses. It had just never come up.

"Whatever you say, man. I'll bet good money if you tell him that you're driving home now he'll just tell you to stay over." Ryan muttered, rolling his eyes like yours and Johnny’s situationship annoyed him. You were about to open your mouth and say how stupid that was, when suddenly the man of the hour himself was coming into the kitchen with Bam behind him.

"—just look for goddamn blankets. I'm too tired to go rootin' around for you." He was saying irritatedly, waving Bam off like an annoyed dad as he discarded an armful of beer cans into the trash.

"You're the worst fuckin' host ever." Bam grumbled, walking by you with eyes that lit up and then plucking your cigarette right out from between your fingers. "Why thank you."

"I'll help you look for blankets." Ryan was clearly trying to get you and Johnny alone, because suddenly he was shouldering Bam away from the kitchen, along with your cigarette.

"Seriously?!" You snapped, throwing a hand in the air as they both snickered their goodnights and disappeared from view. Which left just you and Johnny.

"You're not thinking about driving home this late, are you?" He asked as soon as Ryan and Bam were out of earshot. You shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm not sure I want to be sleeping on a couch in between Dave and Ehren all night." It was just a ploy to get him to invite you up to his bed, and you could tell by the way his eyes lit up that he caught on. He shook his head.

"Sleep with me. I've got a king." He had a good-natured grin on his face, and you were glad he wasn't aware of the way your heartbeat picked up by tenfold at his words. He winked. "It'll be our first sleepover."

That had you convinced, and then you were letting him lead you up to his bedroom, which you’d only seen a handful of times in passing. The lights were off, but he only turned on a small lamp in the corner once you got inside, leaving the room dimly-lit by orange light as you closed the door behind yourself.

"You want something to wear?" He asked softly, startling you a bit as you sat down on the edge of his bed. You looked down at the jeans and tight shirt you were wearing, and immediately nodded. Even if you had been wearing something comfortable, you weren’t about to pass up an opportunity to wear Johnny Knoxville's clothes.

Soon a Ramones shirt with the sleeves jaggedly cut off was handed over to you, and then you were watching Johnny strip down to his boxers while you did the same. It felt so mundane that it was almost comfortable. Almost, except for your racing heart.

"You know, this is nice. You here means no drunk assholes are going to try to crawl into my bed in the middle of the night." Johnny pointed out as he peeled back the covers, flicking the lamp off before he was crawling underneath. You could still see him pretty well even in the darkness, and you could see that he was holding an arm out for you to crawl in next to him. You laughed.

"Hey. I'm one of those drunk assholes, so technically you didn't win." You teased as you crawled into bed after him, surprised at how comfortable his mattress actually was as you laid down next to him. There was space between you, but he was reaching his arm out to grab your hand before you could even fully register it.

"Are you nervous?" He asked suddenly, voice quiet like he was convinced that he was going to scare you. You let out the breath that you had been holding, nodding. Usually you felt pretty comfortable in his presence, but right now you felt like you were going to throw up.

"A little bit." You admitted, raising your eyebrows as you let him bring his hand forward until it was pressed against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, and you smiled softly when you realized that it was going even faster than yours.

"It's okay. I am too." He reassured you gently, that smile never leaving his lips as he held your hand against him. "Never had such a pretty girl in my bed before."

Instead of replying, you moved closer to him and pressed your lips to his, your hand that was on his chest sliding up to his neck until you were holding the back of his head. God, you liked him a lot more than what was good for you.

"Once you get me in, I'm never leaving." You warned, kissing him a couple more times and nipping at his bottom lip. "I don't have a memory foam mattress."

"Oh, you poor thing. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever, then." He replied with that grin still on his face, his smile sticking no matter how many kisses you gave him. "In my bed, where you can't get away, and you're not wearing any pants."

"Sounds promising." You snickered, seconds before he was kissing you again, his fingers working their way into your hair. You now felt a lot better about being in his bed, and even more so when you felt his hand slip under your shirt.

"God, I've wanted to fuck you all n—"

"Fuckin’ shit!" Suddenly the bedroom door was being thrown open, and Bam, who had been the one who shouted, was bolting through the room and into the attached bathroom. You and Johnny broke apart in surprise at being interrupted, both looking at each other momentarily before you turned on your other side to look towards the bathroom, where you could now hear the suspiciously familiar sounds of throwing up.

"Bam! What the hell are you doing?" You called, not quite committing to being a part of whatever problem he was having but also not about to continue letting Johnny Knoxville feel you up while he was 10 feet away.

"Fuckin’…throwing up. What does it sound like?" He called back snarkily, more puking sounds following his voice. "I think we got food poisoning."

"From what?" Johnny joined in, not sounding very convinced. You had all been drinking for almost eight hours straight, so the idea that Bam was throwing up for a reason outside of alcohol was an unlikely one.

"I don't know, man, but there's like three other people puking in all the bathrooms downstairs so I had to come up here." Bam explained in a hoarse tone, the puking ceasing for a minute as you heard his head hit the wall softly. "What? Were you two like, fucking or something?"

"Well not anymore." You grumbled mostly to yourself, sitting fully up in bed and letting out a deep sigh. "Do you want me to like, get you something?"

"No. Just—shut up for a second." He groaned, as if he wasn't the one that was imposing on your alone time with Johnny. You turned to the other side of the bed to give Johnny an are you hearing this? look, and he just shook his head.

"You need me to hold your hair back, Bam Bam?" He then decided to add some fuel to the fire, basically singing his words as he leaned over you to get a look into the bathroom. You sighed, because you knew this was going to turn into an argument as soon as you saw Bam stick his head out of the bathroom with a glare on his face.

"I will kill your fuckin' face. Shut up." He snarled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he spoke. You wrinkled your nose, because you knew for a fact that he was going to be disgusting in the morning when everyone else got up around one in the afternoon. "I hope you can smell the puke."

"Bam." You groaned, silently urging him to stop being such a fucking dick. You were trying to get a good make-out/fucking session going, and he was severely ruining your chances. "Can you like, hurry up or something?"

"Give me a second." And then he was ducking right back down to the toilet to throw up again. You huffed out a sigh, falling back against your pillow and then turning your head to look at Johnny. He was still on his side facing you, but you could tell he was more amused by the situation than impatient like you were. Who would've guessed?

Bam puked for a couple more minutes, during which Johnny called out occasional insults and jabs (which just encouraged Bam to shout at him through mouthfuls of puke), before he finally flushed the toilet and re-emerged, looking a lot shittier than he had when he'd gone in.

"You got a cigarette?" He asked you in a hoarse tone, once again wiping his mouth on his sleeve. You were glad he wasn't close enough for you to smell his what was probably putrid breath. You rolled your eyes, motioning to where your jeans were on the floor.

"Back pocket." You were mentally rushing him, but of course he had to take his sweet ass time. He bent down, grabbed the pack out, and then made a face at the Newport logo due to the fact that he smoked Camels. Picky little bitch.

Once he had grabbed *two* cigarettes, he got back up, then promptly got back up and walked towards you whilst pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

"Payment." He explained. You grinned, because you thought you were about to get paid, only for him to pull out a small purple foil package and slap it into your palm. A condom. You threw a hand in the air.

"Seriously? I wanted a twenty!" You complained, accepting the condom regardless because you knew that there was no way either you or Johnny had one anywhere. Responsibility at its finest!

"A kid's gonna cost you more than twenty, so technically you're getting it." He said, jabbing a finger at you before he started to retreat towards the door. "If I hear you two, I'm pissing my bed and making you clean it up."

And with that he was gone.

"I'm gonna dunk a bucket of piss on his head while he's fucking sleeping." You grumbled as you turned back to Johnny, listening to Bam's loud footsteps on the stairs as he disappeared towards terrorizing someone downstairs instead of the two of you. Johnny just laughed, his hand sliding over your hip as he leaned closer to you in bed.

"I want a bucket of piss dumped on my head if you're doing it." He teased, only laughing harder when you made a face and pushed his hand away for that statement. "Alright, alright. I'll save that for later when I'm writing bit ideas."

"Good. I'll make sure it's Steve-O’s piss, just for good measure." You shot back, giving him a pleased smile when it was his turn to make a face. But, despite that, you reached out and pulled his hand back to your hip, making sure to tuck his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear as you looked at him pointedly. He clearly caught on, his eyes falling to your lips as the tips of his fingers began to massage the bone of your hip.

"Stay over tomorrow after everyone leaves." He requested softly, moments before he dropped his head down to your neck and began to mouth soft kisses at the line of your throat. You smiled, because that meant that you didn't have to immediately get up and rush out of his house once everyone woke up the next morning.

"Okay." You agreed, letting out a soft gasp as he sucked at a particularly sensitive part of your neck. You could always tell he'd been drinking when he used a little too much teeth in his hickies than what could be considered gentle.

His fingers that were tucked in your waistband had now begun to push your underwear down, his lips not leaving your neck as he got them about halfway down. You were pushing down his boxers at the same time, and as your fingers worked with the fact that he was lying in a weird position, you managed to kick your underwear off and onto the floor from underneath the comforter.

"Stop biting." You whined when he nipped particularly hard at your shoulder, laughing despite and then, in turn, pulling him into a fit of laughter as well. You were never able to get through anything seriously after you’d both been drinking.

"What? I thought you liked that." He crooned as he moved over you, resting on his elbows as he caged you down into the mattress with his entire 6'1 frame. You just rolled your eyes and pulled him into another kiss (so that he'd stop biting you), wrapping your legs around his waist and silently trying to urge him to get to fucking you a little faster. He lifted his head after a second. "Where's the condom?"

"Here." You were nearing the verge of breathlessness as you handed him the condom from where it had almost slipped under his pillow, trying to speak as fast as possible so that you could quickly get his lips back on yours. However, just as he was ripping the foil package open with his teeth and handing you the condom to put on, suddenly the door slammed open.

And, with that, in waltzed Pontius and Steve-O. Drunk off their fucking asses.

"We need a place to sleEp!" Steve-O literally sang each word of his sentence in a high falsetto, and you had about half a second to literally remove your hand from your boyfriend's dick before they were both toppling down onto the foot of the bed. Steve continued his singing. "And everywhere else is takenNn!"

"No fucking way. Get the hell out." Johnny said sternly, not moving from his place on top of you half because he clearly didn't plan on allowing them in the room for long and half because Steve-O was lying directly on top of his legs.

"There's nowhere else to sleep. And we missed you." Pontius whined. They were clearly completely oblivious to what they had just walked in on, and you could tell that getting them to leave the room by this point was going to be like trying to get gum out of hair.

"You just saw us like, ten minutes ago." You sighed in contempt, silently giving up and setting the condom you had been about to unravel down on the nightstand with an irritated huff. Pontius was looking right at you, and his eyes zeroed in on the condom.

"Were you guys about to get busy?" He looked shocked at the prospect, and Steve-O groaned as he heard the words out of Pontius' mouth. You stared at him for a second, jaw set harshly as Johnny managed to get his legs free enough to get off you so that he was sitting in bed next to you.

"Yes. About made it to the main event, too." He grumbled, motioning to the unused condom as he gave both of them a pointed stare. Steve-O let out another disgusted groan, and Pontius sighed like the fact that they'd interrupted you saddened him.

"Damn. That's too bad." And then he laid right back down on the bed, back pushed right up to Steve-O's and head pushed up more so that he was lying directly between you and Johnny in bed. Great. So now there were drunk people in bed with you, and no physical way for you to even get to each other. Just your fucking luck.

"Please. Make yourselves comfortable." Johnny said in a tone that was about the opposite of welcoming, giving you a look that made you worry for Chris and Steve-O’s safety when you would finally all come back to work. He stretched his arm out against the pillows, reaching just far enough so that your cheek could rest in his palm.

"Thanks, dude. You guys are like, the best." Steve-O mumbled in a heartfelt tone. He then reached up and grabbed Johnny's free hand with his eyes closed, lacing their hands together and then just holding them there at Johnny's side. You could only hold a stoic front for so long, and that was your breaking point, causing you to have to muffle laughter in your boyfriend’s palm as Johnny gave him a look to kill. Steve-O then sighed in content. "I love you guys."

"I love you too, bro." Chris replied in a half-asleep haze, reaching out blindly towards him and ending up just half-assedly patting him on the head. They were so fucking ridiculous when they got drunk. It didn't help your laughing that Johnny had just let Steve-O keep holding his hand. He shot you a dirty look.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this." He spoke in a tone full of snark, rubbing his thumb across your cheek despite his clear irritation at the fact that you were laughing at something that was so clearly funny. You wrapped your fingers loosely around his wrist, shrugging it off.

"I'm still sleeping in your bed." You reasoned, forced to talk over Steve-O, who had already fallen asleep and was snoring due to the fact that he was sleeping on his back with his head tilted upwards. Then, to make things a little better, you nudged Chris. "Chris. Come sleep on the other side so I can sleep by PJ."

"Yeah...okay…" He barely even had the strength to reply, but somehow managed to get around you and to your other side so that you could scoot up close to Johnny in bed just as he finished turning off the only light in the room before you threw your arm over his waist. He still looked a little annoyed, but he had been tired before, and being in a warm bed with a lot of warm people probably wasn't helping.

And then, to add on to it, you felt your side being crushed, at which you realized that Chris had just rolled basically on top of you, and was breathing like he had already fallen asleep. You let out an irritated sigh.

"You need to install a lock on your door." Your voice was strained due to Chris' weight, and you didn't even know if Johnny was actually awake enough to hear you, but you had to complain to somebody. However, he was clearly still conscious, because he huffed out a silent laugh.

"Happy first sleepover." He cheered dryly, shifting his arm so that he could slide it under you. His other hand was still in Steve's death grip, but he rubbed your arm with the one that he still had. You wriggled a little bit until you had slid partially out from under Chris and completely in Johnny's personal space, glad that neither of your guests had tried to get under the blankets due to the fact that neither of you still had underwear on.

You knew sleeping was going to suck ass, because there was a good chance that someone was either going to piss themselves or end up invading your personal space even more, but you made peace with your fate, instead trying to focus on the fact that you were pretty sure this was the closest that you had ever been to Johnny in your life.

Which is why, within a few seconds of your eyes meeting, you were kissing again, you rising up onto your elbows from where you had been lying on your stomach with Pontius still sprawled out across your ass as Johnny's hand raked all of your hair back just rough enough to make you gasp slightly. However, that had been a mistake apparently, because soon the silence of the room was being crushed by a ridiculously loud groan.

"Stop fucking making out. I can hear your tongues." Steve-O's beyond-slurred voice followed his groaning, and you turned your head very slowly to glare at my half-asleep friend who we had clearly just woken back up. If you hadn't been trapped under Pontius, you would've reached your leg over Johnny and kicked him in the fucking head.

"Go to sleep, you fucking douche." You snapped, temper rising once more at the copious amount of being interrupted by your cockblocking friends.

"If you two piss in my bed, I'm going to rub your faces in it like bad dogs." Johnny was laughing while he said it, but you didn't doubt his threat, and you knew that Steve-O didn't either. When there was a beat of silence, Johnny sighed in satisfaction. "Both of you go to bed. Quiet game."

Even that was kind of funny, and after a moment of both you and Steve-O giggling at Johnny scolding you like a parent, he shushed you like one, too. After that, it really was quiet besides the sound of Chris snoring like someone was trying to suffocate him. You were kind of glad that it was dark in the room now, because Johnny would've definitely started a fight if he could've seen the way that Chris was sleeping with his head resting directly on your ass. You weren’t sober enough to care, or agile enough to reach behind yourself and shove him off.

"I love you guys so much. Like, for real. I wanna sleep in your bed forever." Steve-O was talking again before it had even been silent for a minute. He was slurring so badly you could barely understand what he was saying, but Johnny was closer, and he responded first.

"Love ya too, you fuckin' asshole. Now go to sleep." He muttered, sighing again and then doing his best to turn into a more comfortable position with both you and Steve-O so close to him. You grinned to yourself as he settled with his chin resting on top of your head.

"I'm not saying 'I love you'. You’re pissing me off." You added onto Johnny's response towards Steve-O, yawning through your words as he began to run his fingernails gently up and down your back. He was going to put you directly to sleep on top of his arm if he wasn't careful.

"Suck a dick." And those were the last words uttered for the night from your lovely friend. You somehow ended up being the last one to fall asleep, which was unfortunate considering you were the only one in the room who didn't snore, but being snuggled this close to Johnny was helping at least slightly.

All in all, your first sleepover was...a failed success. You had met the objective, which was to sleep in his bed with him throughout the entire night for the first time ever, but you hadn't exactly imagined the first time was going to be with two of your shared best friends on either side of you.

But oh well. At least you still had the condom for when everyone eventually left the next morning.

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