#divorced! levi

[hambiichu]

Kindergarden love

Sumarry: Falling in love with a kindergarten teacher after a divorce from his wife, Levi thinks deeply about if ever he can reciprocate this feeling and is afraid you wouldn't like him just as much as he does, and yet you somehow have mixed feelings about him. After all, a divorced man shouldn't fall in love, and yet he can't help it.

Tags: divorced Levi, teacher reader, hurt, falling in love, denial, female reader

"I assure you, Mr. Ackerman, your son will be safe as always under my watch. He’s a good boy and behaves well; he’s already made some lovely friends in class." You smile reassuringly at Levi as his son, Elijah, enters the bright, colorful classroom. The sight of him running toward his friends at the table brings warmth to your heart—a daily reminder of why you chose to work in kindergarten.

"I know, I know, it's just..." Levi pauses, running a hand through his hair, his face clouded with worry. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice as he quietly says your last name, almost like he’s confiding in you. "I’m worried about him. This divorce has really affected him, and I can't shake the feeling that it's my fault."

Levi sighs heavily, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and concern. "I wish I could just take away all the stress and hurt he's been feeling." You nod, understanding the weight of his words. It’s never easy navigating such turbulent waters as a parent, especially when a child’s emotional well-being is at stake. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m always here for you. If anything’s bothering you, please feel free to talk to me anytime.” Levi nodded slowly at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing just a touch. He stepped back, waved briefly, and then turned to enter his car, the engine rumbling to life as he drove away.

You closed the door behind you, taking a moment to breathe in the lively atmosphere of the kindergarten. The sizable room was filled with the joyful sounds of children laughing and playing with their friends. It was still early—the class wouldn’t start until 8 a.m.—so you welcomed the delightful chaos, letting them indulge in their energetic play.

“Levi always has eyes for you,” chirped Petra, her voice bright and teasing as she skipped over to you, hands clasped playfully behind her back. Her smile was infectious, and you couldn't help but grin back at her. “Ever since he started bringing his son here, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you! I swear, even when your back is turned, he’s still watching you. He’s completely smitten!”

"Oh, come on! He’s just staring because he might have something on his mind," you said, trying to play it cool, but Petra wasn't convinced. The tension in the air made it clear that you both were undeniably smitten with each other, and she wasn’t about to let you brush it off.

"Nonsense! I’m not buying your excuses, and trust me, I know what I’m talking about!" She grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “He’s in love with you! Have you ever considered that a divorced man might be falling for you, especially after enduring such a painful breakup? He’s looking for a chance to love again!”

You grimaced at the thought, your mind racing with the implications. "It just feels too soon for him to jump into another relationship. Besides, I might just be a temporary distraction to fill his void. I honestly don’t think Levi is ready to move on. He has a son to care for!”

Petra rolled her eyes and let out a playful “tut-tut” sound, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re missing the obvious! Just look into his eyes! There’s a spark there—he’s ready to open his heart again. And what about his son? Have you seen how he looks at you? It’s as if you’re not just a teacher to him but a mother figure. He admires you more than his actual mother!”

You felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over you as you considered Petra’s words.

"I don’t think so, Petra." You shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy about the whole situation. "His son might just be looking for a mother figure to admire. It’s not really a big deal, is it?"

Petra pouted slightly, her frustration evident as she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated scoff. Getting more animated, she shook you again, her voice softening as she tried to offer you comfort. "Come on, don’t doubt yourself so much! What if this is your chance to finally score? You’ve never been in a relationship, right? Maybe this could be something truly special!"

She sighed and leaned in closer, her gaze steady as she said your name gently. "Look, I know Levi’s been through a rough patch, but maybe it's time to have hope again. I mean, all of us have noticed how you two share those long, fleeting glances before looking away. It’s like the universe is giving us a sign! How has our little ship not sailed yet?"

A grin crept onto your face at the thought. The idea of the entire community secretly shipping you and Levi was both amusing and surprising.

"Ship us? That’s ridiculous!" you protested, pulling away from her teasing grasp. "There’s no way! Levi would probably be uncomfortable with that idea."

"No, he wouldn’t," came Oluo's voice from across the room, cutting in as he intervened in the squabble between Eren and Jean. The two kindergartners were always up to something, causing chaos wherever they went. “Every time he hears it, he gets this troubled look on his face like he’s trying to suppress his true feelings.”

You looked up at Oluo, your heart racing a little at the implications of his words. Maybe there was more to Levi's reactions than you had initially thought.

Oh this is ridiculous!

You shake your head, trying to banish the unsettling thought that had crept into your mind. It’s almost laughable to imagine Levi being in love with you, especially after just having gone through a divorce. The weight of that reality sits heavily in your chest.

He's just using you as a temporary distraction, a way to trick himself into believing he’s moving on.

Your spiraling thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a loud, agonized scream from Oluo. You turn to see him doubled over, clutching his mouth where his tongue has been bitten off in the chaos of a fight that had erupted between Eren and Jean. Blood oozes between his fingers as he winces in pain, and the two troublemakers continue to exchange reckless punches, lost in their own world of brawling hatred.

Petra, worried and concern, rushes in to help Oluo, this is going to be a long day ahead.

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Levi sat in his car, fidgeting nervously in his seat as he stared at the message on his phone. The sunlight seeped through the windshield, casting a warm glow on his anxious expression. He was wrestling with the dilemma of whether or not to ask you out on a date. The idea of it filled him with both excitement and apprehension. He wanted to make it feel natural, to express his feelings without coming off as awkward.

Fortunately, the parking lot was empty, granting him a little privacy as he contemplated his next move. It was his day off, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to gather the courage to take the leap.

Ever since that day, he brought his son to your kindergarten, Levi found himself drawn to you. You had been a source of comfort and support for him, always reassuring him with your warm demeanor and encouraging words. Your exchanges—filled with playful banter and genuine concern—had become the highlight of his day, whether it was through the quick messages during nap time or the thoughtful updates you shared about his son.

When you gave him your phone number, he felt a surge of hope. It wasn't just about keeping in touch with his son; it was also an invitation to deepen the connection he felt with you. Those daily chats turned into something more meaningful than he had anticipated. As he thought about you, he realized that his feelings had grown into something resembling love. Now, he just needed to find the right moment to express it, hoping that you felt something similar too.

Ever since Levi divorced his wife, the painful memories of their tumultuous relationship linger in his mind like shadows that refuse to fade. Her betrayal, marked by infidelity and a barrage of verbal and even physical confrontations, left deep scars on his heart. The most heartbreaking aspect was witnessing his young son caught in the crossfire, helplessly observing the daily fights that erupted between his parents. Levi still remembers the painful image of his son retreating to his room, tears streaming down his innocent face, questioning why his mother and father couldn't find a way to love each other instead of hurt.

The emotional toll of the divorce weighed heavily on Levi, driving him into a spiral of despair. It hurt so much that he knew he had to seek therapy—he needed to heal, not just for himself, but for his son, who depended on him as a single father. After the divorce, his wife severed all ties, leaving him to shoulder the burdens of parenthood alone, including the financial responsibilities of child support that she neglected.

A decade of marriage had turned into a painful chapter of his life that seemed wasted, leaving him feeling lost and defeated. He fought through dark days when he felt he might give up entirely, but just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he met you.

You entered his life like a gentle light in the darkness. Unlike his past, your kindness and caring nature provided him solace. You understood his pain instinctively and were always there for him, even during the times he withdrew, ghosting you in moments of struggle. Yet, you continued to check on him, demonstrating patience and compassion that he never expected and deeply appreciated.

Those fleeting moments when you two locked eyes brought a warmth to his heart that he hadn’t felt in years. He found your shyness endearing, how you looked away quickly when he caught your gaze; it made him smile and feel something he thought was lost forever. Despite the weight of being a divorced man, he couldn’t help but fall for you, an unexpected yet beautiful realization in his life.

You saved him from his darkest moments, and words couldn't fully express his gratitude. The healing you brought into his life was immeasurable, and for that, he was eternally thankful.

With a heavy heart, he found himself clicking "delete" on the message he had felt so compelled to send. The words he had carefully crafted seemed to vanish in an instant, but the longing to ask you out in real life remained steadfast in his mind. Nerves fluttered in his stomach, and a wave of anxiety washed over him, but deep down, he clung to his hope like a lifeline.

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As the school bell rang, the classroom door swung open, and a wave of exuberant children poured out, their laughter echoing through the halls. Parents rushed in, scanning the sea of familiar faces to find their little ones, eager to embrace them after a long day. Meanwhile, you took a moment to survey the scene before turning back to the task at hand—organizing the classroom and tidying up after a fulfilling day of teaching.

With a slight sigh, you began gathering the scattered papers and art supplies, grateful for the help of Petra and Oluo, who chatted amiably as they tackled similar chores. Outside, Gunther and Eld were responsible for cleaning the playground, their playful banter mingling with the sounds of children. You smiled despite your fatigue; witnessing the joy on your students' faces made every bit of effort worthwhile. Each child seemed to find comfort and inspiration in your lessons, forging a unique bond that you cherished.

As your eyes scanned the now-empty classroom, you noticed one child still lingering by the front door, Elajah looking small and vulnerable. He often sat there, waiting patiently for his father, a habit that tugged at your heartstrings.

Setting your broom down beside Petra's, you walked over to him and knelt beside the little boy. "He'll pick you up soon," you reassured him gently.

Elajah nodded, but his expression was clouded with worry. He clutched his backpack tightly, his small fingers gripping the fabric as if it were a lifeline. With a tentative voice, he murmured, "I don’t want to see Papa sad anymore. He’s been rough, and he’s always tired. I see him not taking care of himself."

Your heart ached at his words. You pulled him into a comforting hug, feeling the weight of his fears. "It’s okay, kiddo. Your Papa is going through a tough time, but he will take care of himself someday. Sometimes, we all hit rough patches." you whispered, hoping to soothe his troubled thoughts.

He nodded, pressing his head against your chest. You could feel the warmth of tiny tears soaking through your shirt as he sniffled softly. This was a familiar scene—Elajah often let his emotions spill when he awaited his father, his young heart burdened by the echoes of his parents' fights and the harsh words that still haunted him. You wished there was more you could do to help him navigate through such a heavy load at such a tender age.

He pulled away, wiping his tears with his chubby cheeks, and nodded earnestly. His large, innocent eyes met yours, and he offered a small smile, showcasing his gapped front teeth. Elijah had inherited so many of Levi's features, and you couldn’t help but smile back at the little boy. "Thank you for always being with me. I’m sorry I cried so much, Teacher." he said, his voice quivering slightly.

You chuckled softly and shook your head, trying to reassure him. “It’s perfectly fine, Elijah. You can always express how you feel.” Just as you were comforting him, the sound of a car pulling up interrupted your moment. You glanced over to see Levi stepping out of his vehicle.

The transition was immediate; Elijah hugged you tightly for a brief moment before dashing toward his father. Levi knelt down to embrace his son, their connection palpable even from a distance. However, as he straightened up and walked towards you, your gaze sharpened on Levi's troubled expression. He was scratching his nape, his eyes cast downward in a way that signaled distress.

Your heart raced with concern. “Mr. Ackerman, are you alright?” you asked, your voice laced with worry. He shook his head slowly, keeping his gaze lowered as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"No, there’s nothing wrong, I—" Levi hesitated, his lips pressing together as he took a long sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before saying your name softly, which sent a flutter through your chest.

When he finally looked up at you, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that took you by surprise.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asked, the words tumbling out, each syllable heavy with meaning.

Your heart skipped a beat, and heat rushed to your face as you momentarily lost your breath. All your worries and anxious thoughts about him crumbled away in that instant. His words weren't just casual; they were genuine and heartfelt.

Petra and the others had been right—he was indeed smitten with you, and there you were, obliviously caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

"I would love that, Mr. Ackerman," you replied softly, your voice almost a whisper. A small smile spread across Levi's face.

"Please, just Levi," he corrected, waving his hand dismissively but with a playful glint in his eyes.

Just then, Levi shifted his head to glance over your shoulder, and when you turned around, you were met with the sight of Petra, Oluo, Gunther, and Eld, clapping and cheering in unison. They had been observing your interaction from a distance, and you hadn’t even noticed!

“Wait, ho—hold on!" you stammered, still processing the surprise.

“Mr. Ackerman knew we gathered behind your back and watched you both. He didn't tell you!" Petra giggled, placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

You shot Levi an incredulous look, but he simply let out a small chuckle, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Oh, this man.

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[lamplighterr]

ID: A digital drawing of Azi, Levi, and Fiona from Scavenger's Reign. Azi and Levi are walking, with Azi turned to Levi, smiling slightly. Behind the two is an image of Fiona, turned so you cannot see her face, smiling. She's tossing a wedding ring. End ID

The first Levi to create music..

(I'm only on episode 8 and I watch things very slowly pleeease no spoilers)

[heartfulcakes]

leviathan strikes me as the brother that gets overwhelmed when the family (mammon and lucifer) starts arguing, so he just steals the closest younger brother (asmo) and end up at the mall food court or some shitty concert that maybe (yes) a child shouldn’t be listening to

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! 

Okay so, I want us to imagine a world where Goose doesn't die, where the good luck that has followed Maverick his entire life is enough to save them both. 

Maverick, who has miraculously survived the craziest things over the years and continues to do so. He was soloing under a lucky star long before Ice became his guardian angel. 

Imagine they go through Ice’s jetwash the same as before and they go into a flat spin, Maverick is pinned down and can't get his hands free, Goose has to eject them, but his fingers are slipping, fumbling before he finally yanks down on the cords. The canopy gets sucked in too close to the body of the jet with the position they're in, it can't clear completely and Goose screams blindly because he knows he’s going to die. 

He knows he's going to collide with the canopy, but instead he feels like he's curled into a person. 

It’s too warm and all he sees is a flash of dark hair and scared green eyes in the chaos. Mav, what? He's horrified that Mav is somehow in his arms, did their chutes get tangled? He doesn't understand. But he fumbles his hand up, grabbing Mav’s tags just in time for the canopy to collide with Mav’s back. Goose screams until he’s suddenly in the water, he's lost time and there's something clutched in his hand. But Mav grabs him, drags him up on his chest. 

“We’re okay, Goose! We’re okay!”

And they are okay. 

They get out completely unscathed and it’s only when they're on deck, shivering like wet rats, that Goose finally opens his hand. It’s a pair of dog tags — kind of. They're old, and barnacles have grown on the metal and stuck both tags together. It doesn't make sense. 

Mav looks at him like he's lost his marbles when he mentions how their chutes tangled up. 

He feels like he's nuts. But when Goose shows the tags to Viper in the base hospital and tells him what happened, the hardened old man seems to crumple before his eyes. 

It’s only then that Goose notices a class ring, an USNA class ring dangling from that crusted chain. There’s no stone, but he would recognize it anywhere. Mav… Mav didn't go to the Academy. 

“Sir?” Goose asks. 

Viper just mutely shows him the tags, the barnacles peeled away to reveal a notch and the words: 

[obsidian-vineyard84]

More of them!!!!

Contunuation of This!

[mouselikething]

i joke a lot about my obey me mc being a hoe with how many characters i ship him with (romantically or just sexually*) but now i have to wonder...

*what i mean by "just sexual" is that you think your mc would have sexual relations with a character but not a romantic one, like friends with benefits or smth

[oneforthemunny]

november rain |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|

prompt: after your divorce to eddie, you try to get back out there. but sometimes, nothing beats what you already have.

contains: smut minors dni. mom!reader x dad!eddie. divorced. mentions to past angst/ fighting. mentions of teen pregnancy. oral fem receiving, pinv sex. slightly angsty. asshole date, angsty ending. kinda a bittersweet fic. based off this ask <3

You could hear him before you could see him, speakers shaking from the noise in his car, leaving your ears buzzing at the vibrations. The swelling of your heart rose above the annoyance you tried to feign, rolling your eyes and hoping he didn’t see through it. 

“You do realize I live in a subdivision? Neighbors and all?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him before he’d ever climbed out of the car, killing the engine and the music with the pull of his keys. 

“Yeah? They don’t like Judas Priest?” Eddie grinned, dimples deep, and you knew under his shades his eyes were bright and wild- the way they always were when they were teasing you. “I have Metallica too. I think I still have that Blondie tape you like in here too somewhere, if they’d prefer that.” 

Your heart skipped, lips twitching in a faltering snarl that was slowly turning into a blushing soft smile. “You better not play music that loud when my babies are with you.” You huffed, hands moving to rest on your hips, the denim waistband of your jeans hugging you just right in your Levi’s- Eddie’s favorite pair. You knew it, and you didn’t miss the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip. 

“Did you hear me?” You snapped, swallowing a grin. You knew he hadn’t, too distracted. “Eddie, I am serious, you will bust their little ear drums-” 

“-I know, sweetheart. C’mon,” Eddie shook his head, pushing his sunglasses up, pinning his curly bangs with them. “They’re my kids too. ‘M not gonna hurt them, you know that.” The sun caught a flash of gold, gleaming just for a moment off his left hand. 

Eddie was still wearing his wedding band. 

Your stomach sunk at the thought, thumb absentmindedly twisting your bare ring finger. The divorce had been final for months- six, to be exact. You’d stopped wearing yours after the first. It was weird, not wearing the small band and ring you’d worn since high school- since Eddie proposed with shaking hands on your front porch after you found out you were expecting. He’d dropped the ring twice, sweaty and nearly sick with anxiety. Your mother told you that should have been a sign, but you found it endearing then- maybe you did even now. 

“Where’s the rugrats anyway?” Eddie hummed, catching your glass door to hold it for you, letting you slip under his arm. You caught a whiff of his cologne, faint from the day, mixed with a cigarette he tried to mask from earlier. 

“Jude’s playing in the backyard.” You stepped into the small foyer. Eddie had left it to you in the divorce, saying you were the only reason they got it anyways. There was always an eerie feeling that lingered when he came inside, a haunting reminder of a forever that didn’t quite succeed. 

“He’s supposed to be watching Lucy.” You hummed, craning your neck to look out the window in the living room. “They’re hunting for bugs.” Your nose crinkled, leaving Eddie laughing. 

“Bug hunting? Oh, they don’t know their Mama is terrified of bugs, huh?” Eddie teased, peeking out of the window to see the two kids, perfect blends of both of your features packed into two tiny beings. 

“I’m not terrified. Well, of all the bugs.” You huff, rolling your eyes. “Spiders, yes, and I told Jude those were off limits or I was giving Grandpa Wayne back the bug catching kit.” 

“You’re no fun.” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Scared of a little spider?” His fingers tapped playfully in a crawling way up your arm towards your shoulder, leaving you squirming away. 

“Stop.” 

“God, do you remember- what was it? Junior year? When there was a spider on your desk in Geometry?” Eddie laughed, grabbing his side at the memory. “And you shoved all your books off the desk in the middle of class?”  

“Yes, and you and Gareth just laughed at me.” You fought back your own smile at the memory. 

“Yes!” Eddie howled in laughter. “And Mr. Browcheski got so fu-sorry- freaking mad at all of us. Did we- That was when we got detention, right?” 

“Yes,” You glared at him playfully, crossing your arms. “And I was about to have a nervous breakdown thinking about how I was going to tell my parents.” 

“That’s right.” Eddie nodded slowly. “That was your first detention?” 

You nodded. “I was a good girl until I met you, Munson. You’re a bad influence.” 

“Yeah, can’t be all bad though, right?” Eddie held your gaze, stepping close instinctively. Your breathing hitched, his hand gliding over your hip, fingertips ghosting the bare skin above your waist band. “We had some good times too.” 

Your head spun, dizzy with a clouding lapse of judgment. Eddie was pulling you in, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, holding you so close you were flush to him. His head was already tilting, ducking towards yours, ready to capture your lips and you’d let him. Of course you’d let him, you’d be lying to say you didn’t miss his kiss- miss him. 

Lucy’s high pitched shrill had you faltering, snapping out of the haze, back into a damning reality. “What- Eddie, we-we can’t.” You took a step back, knees a little weak and wobbly from the adrenaline rush that always came with his affection. “We can’t do this.” 

“Right,” Eddie swallowed, hands shoving in his pockets, cheeks blooming with a pink heat that burned through his body.  “S-Sorry. I just- I got caught up in the moment. Talking about that. I just-” 

“-It’s fine.” You muttered, pulling the back door open, a melody of Jude and Lucy’s giggles floating in. “Guys, someone’s here to see you.” You sing-songed in a happy tune, face lighting with exaggerated excitement. You were good like that, Eddie thought, still playing nice for the kids. Maybe it wasn’t playing, Eddie really hoped it wasn’t, though the rational side of his mind (and his friends) begged to differ. 

“Daddy!” A duo of squeals and shrieks blended with bounding feet up the wooden steps into the house. 

Jude came bounding in first, nearly knocking Eddie over at the knees when his small frame collided with him. “Wo-oah, hey, buddy.” Eddie grinned, tousling the boy’s wild curls, frizzy and matted from playing outside. 

“Hi, Dad.” Jude beamed up at Eddie. He’d gotten Eddie’s lashes but your eyes. “We’re catching bugs.” 

“I heard. Catch any good ones? Any centipedes?” Eddie grinned, bending down to hug the boy. 

“No,” Jude’s face fell slightly in a frown. “But I did catch a ladybug for Lucy!” Jude bounced on his toes with excitement. 

Your heart swelled, trying to wrangle the small girl on your hip, passing her off to Eddie- well, passing was generous, she nearly launched off your hip into his arms. “A lady bug?” Eddie repeated in a babble he still used with Lucy. She was still small, in his eyes, though she was growing every single day, she was still his baby. 

“Did Bubs get you a ladybug, Lucy?” Eddie bounced her on his hips, tickling her sides so she shrieked with laughter. 

“Yeah,” Lucy giggled, leaning back to look at Jude in a limp sort of backbend. “Jude’s gots me a ladybug an-and we found a lot of worms.” She grinned, eyes wide and excited. She got her cadences from Eddie, that was for sure, more exaggerated and dramatic with each passing day. 

“Are you going to hunt bugs with us?” Jude asked, pulling on the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt. “Will you? Please?” 

“Yeah, of course, I will.” Eddie smiled, shaking his head softly. “Do you have a spare shovel for me? Can you go find the little red one?” 

Jude looked at you. “I think it’s in the garage with the basketball.” You nodded towards the garage door. Jude ran off, footsteps heavy, Lucy squirming to get down and chase after him. “But- hey! Put everything back where it goes, Jude Wayne! And do not climb on anything!” You called after him, voice teetering on stern. 

“I got it!” Jude called back. 

Eddie’s chest puffed in boasting pride, grinning at the boy. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Hm, wonder who that sounds like?” You said sarcastically, giving Eddie a pointed glare. 

“That’s my boy. What can I say?” Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. You grinned, shaking your head. “So, uh, where’re you going tonight?” Eddie tried not to sound so awkwardly needy, but it came out exactly like that. 

“Oh,” You could feel your body stiffen, a warm embarrassed heat creeping up your spine. “I, uh, I- Well, I’m going out.” You paused, fiddling with straightening something on a shelf, anything to avoid his gaze. “I…I have a date tonight.” 

Eddie’s heart sank, falling deep into the pit of his stomach. “Oh.” He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. “I, uh, I didn’t know you were… Ya know, um, gettin’ back out there.” 

“Well, I- I mean it wasn’t exactly planned.” Your thumb went back to your ring finger, rubbing the bare skin there. You used to twist your ring when you were feeling anxious, a soothing mechanism. 

“Lydia at work set me up on a blind date with her cousin. The-The accountant guy.” You cringed at your words, spouting in a word vomit that you couldn’t seem to stop. Your heart was racing, stuttering to a halt and rearing back with every fall of Eddie’s face. 

“I-I mean, I just… She’d been asking me since-since,” Since the divorce, the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. “A-And I figured why not. I mean…” You waved your hand between the two of you, the tension uncomfortable and thick. 

“No, no, yeah,” Eddie nodded, swallowing back a burn of emotions he tried to conceal. “No, that’s- you should. Not that- I mean, you don’t need me to tell you that, but,” Eddie took a breath, finally meeting your nervous gaze. “You’ll have a good time.” 

“Yeah?” You squeaked, wringing your hands anxiously. Eddie had flashbacks to years before, when you two were a lot younger, your nervous demeanor asking for his reassurance before sneaking onto the football field at midnight. 

Eddie’s heart ached at the memory, but he nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean, he’s lucky to get to go out with you. You’re… You’re the best, you know that.” Eddie reassured you now just like he did then, just like he always did. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning just as Jude and Lucy came back in, triumphantly waving the red, plastic shovel. “I, um, I’m going to get ready. There’s a frozen pizza in the freezer. I’ll preheat the oven, if you can just stick it in.” 

“I got it.” Eddie waved you off, forcing a reassuring smile. “You go get ready. Have fun, sweetheart.” His smile was warm, leaving you burning in excitement. Still, when he left, you were filled with a sinking, nauseating feeling of dread, nerves. 

Heidi would tell you that you were co-dependent, that Eddie had made you that way. She never liked him, not in highschool, especially not after the divorce. She was always reminding you that you could do better, that you should do better. 

That always sparked a fight, one of the many that you and Eddie had over and over and over. His accusatory tongue lashing accusations at you, your defenses climbing higher and higher, both too stubborn to let it go. You were reminded of the fight that did it- that caused the divorce. Days- no, weeks of back and forth. 

“You know, there’s times I wish I would have skipped school that day!” Eddie roared, voice hoarse and scratchy from the screaming match you two had been having. “I was supposed to skip with Gareth, but I fucking went, and you know what? I wish I wouldn’t have! Then we would have never gotten paired up and I wouldn’t be dragged into all this shit with you! I wouldn’t be so miserable all the goddamn time!” 

His words rang in your head, stinging just as much then as they did now. You took a breath, that haunting memory was the final push you needed to step into the shower, to get ready, and to try and start something new without Eddie. 

“So, Lydia tells me you have a kid.” Matthew asked, swirling his wine around in his glass. 

The restaurant was obnoxiously expensive, much more stuffy than what you expected on the first date. You felt terribly underdressed, in a sundress you hadn’t worn in years, fitting a little tighter now since Lucy. Note to self, go dress shopping next time. 

“Yeah, I do,” You smiled politely, the tension still a little uncomfortable, unfamiliar. “Jude and Lucy.” 

“Oh,” Matthew’s brows raised, tone clipping in shock. “Two?” 

“Yeah,” You swallowed back that familiar burning in your chest, the one that always came with judgment. Raised brows and pointed glares, being pregnant in highschool, you thought you’d be used to it by now. 

“Uh, how-how old are they?” Matthew asked, fingers tapping nervously on the table. So much tension, and you hadn’t even gotten your food yet. 

“Jude is seven, and Lucy just turned four.” You felt your chest boast with pride. Talking about your kids, that could soothe you, it always did. 

“Wow,” You weren’t sure how Matthew’s brows could go any higher, but somehow they did. “That’s… I’m sorry, you just, you look really young to have kids that age.” 

“I am,” You shrugged sheepishly. “I, um, I had Jude in high school. My senior year.” You tried not to flinch, to steel yourself for the inevitable look- the one that always gave you. 

“High school?” Matthew’s tone skittered on a scoff, leaving you burning with embarrassment- with shame. Why’re you embarrassed about it? Best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie would always say, scoffing nonchalantly when you were younger and  someone gave you a snarling glace in the supermarket, two teens pushing a baby around in a shopping cart. 

“Yeah,” You looked down at your hands under the table. This was what you dreaded, the ‘getting back out there’ phase. You had forgotten how utterly painful it was, worse now than when you were a teen. 

“My ex-husband and I got married out of high school.” You continued, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. “After- Well, before we had Jude, but after I found out I was pregnant.” 

“Oh,” Matthew didn’t look at you, looking anywhere but you really. “That’s why you divorced then? Makes sense.” 

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “No, no, that’s- that’s not why.” It wasn’t entirely true, at least, part of the reason but not the whole reason. 

“It’s not?” Matthew raises a brow, scoffing with unimpression before downing the rest of his wine. “Look, I’m not trying to offend you, but I’m not dumb. Pregnant in high school, married the baby daddy because it was the right thing to do, right? And then what? Had another when things got rough to try and save the marriage?” 

Your heart dropped, frozen in mortification, fear maybe, in your seat. “I’m right, aren’t I? I mean, it’s a tale as old as time, Sugar.” Your cheeks burned at the nickname. That wasn’t your nickname, not what Eddie called you, and even if he did- it never sounded condescending and mean like it did when it came from Matthew. 

“No shame in it, just own up to it.” Matthew scoffed, leaning back in his seat. You felt small sitting across from him, his lips pursed, rolling over your frame with such judgment it made your stomach turn. “Lying on the first date doesn’t seem like the best option.” 

“Excuse me,” You swallowed, grabbing your purse with shaky, sweaty palms. “I have to go to the restroom.” You didn’t wait for his response, the sinking feeling in your stomach only worsening with every step towards the door. 

The Hideout was only a block away, still standing strong on the outskirts of the newly renovated downtown. You were surprised it hadn’t conformed to the trendy chic wave that was hitting everywhere, but selfishly you were glad it stayed the same. The wooden booths and dollar drafts, just the same as they’d always been. 

The corner booth in the back caught your eye, occupied by a young couple- barely legal looking. Probably snuck in here with a fake, buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill that they might be caught, sharing a pitcher. That was you and Eddie, not too long ago. He’d snuck you in on your third or fourth date. You’d never been so nervous, never felt so alive at the same time. A goody-two-shoes, Eddie called you with a sweet grin, sliding you a beer across the table and slipping in next to you in that booth. 

Your heart ached at the memory, chest heavy with emotion. Why couldn’t he have just been better? Why couldn’t you just have been better? Why couldn’t both of you be better to each other, for each other? 

The heavy weight of regret settled on your chest, mixing with the draining heaviness of the night. You looked at the phone on the wall, digging in your purse for quarters. You couldn’t call Lydia, not after you’d stood up her fix up, left him in the restaurant. Robin was undoubtedly not home on a Friday night. 

Sighing, you cradled the phone to your ear, slipping the quarters in the slot, finger jamming the numbers. The line trilled once, twice, your fingers tapping on your crossed arm. By the third ring, you were ready to hang up, give up and call your sister. 

“Munson residence,” Eddie’s voice was soft, still with that lilt of playfulness that made your heart swoon. He’d been so excited when you two got the house, when you got your own landline. He’d answered the phone all posh and silly, claiming you two were “high society” now, moving up in the world. 

“Eddie,” Your breath shook, chest rattling when you heard his voice, a soothing force after the stress of the night. “It’s me.” 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie snapped on the other end, not missing a beat. “What happened? You alright?” 

“I’m… I’m at The Hideout.” You cupped your hand over the phone’s end, trying to muffle the loud music. “I just- Can you come get me?” 

“I’m on my way.” Eddie didn’t miss a beat. 

“Thank you,” You sighed in relief. “But, hey, don’t bring the kids. Please? I told them I was going out with Rob for a night out, and they’ll want to see her.” 

“I won’t, sweetheart. They’re asleep anyways.” Eddie muttered. You could hear his keys rattling in the background. “Let me call Wheeler and see if he can pop over to watch them. I think he’s home for the summer. Gimme a few and I’ll be right there.” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, nose burning with tears you couldn’t shed- you wouldn’t shed. Not again. 

“C’mon, not a problem.” Eddie waved you off gently. “Hang tight, baby. Be there soon.” 

You waited until you heard the dial line to hang up. Your heart sunk and fluttered at the same time, head reeling with a tornado of emotions that left you dizzy. Sinking onto an open stool at the end of the bar, you ordered a beer, the same one Eddie had ordered you years before. You didn’t care much for the taste now, your palette had grown and expanded since you were fifteen. But something tonight had you craving it, maybe craving the memory, the feeling that came with the first time you drank it. Chasing down a nostalgia that you didn’t want tainted. 

Eddie was there before you could finish your second beer, only a few sips in. He slid into the chair beside you, hand gliding over your shoulder in greeting. He started to lean in, lips moving to brush your cheek, but he stopped himself before he could, waving down the bartender instead. 

“So,” Eddie tapped the sticky wood top of the bar. “Bad date?” 

“The worst.” You muttered, taking another swig of your beer. “Guy was a total ass.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s jaw ground tight, flexing with protective anger. “You want me to kill him?” 

You snorted, lips curling in a small grin. “No, he’s not worth that.” You hummed, propping your head in your hand. “He was just an asshole. A total fucking asshole.” 

“What’d he say?” Eddie bit, hands buzzing, though he tried to play it cool. 

“Oh, the usual- teen mom, divorced, so clearly I’m the biggest loser in the world.” You muttered, lip jutting in a pout, looking down at the ring of condensation left behind by your beer. 

“He said that?” Eddie snapped, eyes widening in a crazed way you hadn’t seen in a while. “Fucking piece of shit, I’ll beat the dogwalking shit out of him-” 

“-No, he didn’t. He didn’t say it like that.” You shook your head, placing a calming hand on his arm. “It was implied. He was… He was just not nice, and I felt like it was getting worse, so I left. Came here instead.” 

Eddie nodded, the tension between the two of you a little uncomfortable. The bartender slid him his own beer, saving the two of you from the awkward silence. Eddie took his beer, tilting it toward you with a soft smile. 

“That guys a fucking idiot. Doesn’t know what he’s missed out on.” Eddie’s lips were tight in a pain-filled smile he tried to force, but his eyes gave him aways. They always gave him away. 

“Thanks.” You muttered, cheeks burning with a tingling heat. “How were the kids tonight?” 

“Good.” Eddie nodded, swallowing his drink. “Jude found a centipede. Lucy was not a fan.”

You grinned. “I don’t blame her. You didn’t let him bring it in?” 

“No. C’mon,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “No, I made him leave it outside. He wanted to keep it in his bug catcher, but I told him if it was meant to be his, it would stay. So he put it back in the grass.” 

“Good. I’ll come looking for you if I see a centipede in the house.” You glared at him playfully. “Did you give them a bath?” 

“Dinner, bath, even read them a story.” Eddie smirked at you. “I can be a good dad, sometimes, ya know. Not a total deadbeat all the time.” He teased, shoulder bumping with yours. 

Your stomach twisted. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” You muttered, looking back at your beer. 

“I was kidding.” Eddie said, setting his beer down. “Hey, I was just kidding. I know you’re just looking out for the munchkins, Mama.” 

You swooned under his cooing praise, heart swelling with adoration. “I didn’t- I would never say you’re a bad dad. You’re not a bad dad, Eddie.” You met his gaze. “You’re the best dad to them.” 

Eddie’s cheeks pinkened under your praise, chin ducking with a blush. “Thank you,” He whispered, fingers tapping the bar top. “Just a shitty husband then?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “No,” You clicked your tongue playfully. “Not a shitty husband. Not all the time anyways.”

Eddie grinned, dimples deep, eyes brightening. “You had your good moments.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie hummed, leaning in towards you. “Like when?” 

You’re body burned, electric tingles shooting to your core. The look in his eyes, squinting just barely, lips pursing, tongue rolling over his teeth- a look you were all too familiar with. You knew better, knew so much better than to let him sway you, to give into your urges. 

“Hm, I can think of a few times.” You purred, leaning in closer to him, lashes batting sweetly. “Maybe you could remind me?” 

Eddie’s wide grin stood the test of time. The same wild, excited grin he’d give you years ago hadn’t changed, it still left you spinning, abandoning your better judgment, following him with blinders into anything. 

“Christ, I fuckin’ missed you.” Eddie moaned, breathy and quiet, lips pressing to yours in fever. 

You shuddered under his touch, his fingers circling your clit perfectly, expertly- he was, after all, been with you for so long, he knew exactly how you wanted it. The house was quiet, the drone of the TV on for background noise, hoping the kids wouldn’t wake up. 

“Eddie,” You whispered, eyes rolling back, clawing his shoulder at a particularly perfect rub that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, that felt good.” 

“Yeah? Feels good. I can always make you feel good, sweetheart.” Eddie muttered, wet smooches trailing down your neck, down your collarbones. “Want me to make you feel better? Keep you feelin’ good? Lemme make you feel good.” 

His hands moved, pushing down your dress. Eddie looked, trying to will his mind silent at the sight of your matching, lacy set. It drove Eddie to his knees to see you in it, but his heart dropped knowing you hadn’t picked it to wear it for him. 

He shoved the lacy panties down, letting them pool at your ankles, hands sinking on your hips. You wiggled, stilling your hips to keep them from bucking when Eddie kissed your mound, teasing kisses all the way down to your slit. 

“Spread your legs f’me.” Eddie’s breath ghosted over your skin, a half grin spreading across his features when you kicked your legs open, arching forward for him. 

Eddie’s tongue ran teasingly over your left lip, your right, before licking a long stripe right through your wet folds. In the past, he would have teased you, toyed with you until you whined and begged for him to fuck you. Back when he used to have you whenever he wanted, he’d lived for that, but now, he didn’t have that luxury. He had to make the most of his time now, at your call, at your service. 

You bit your fist, trying to swallow back a moan that threatened to tear out of your throat. Your vibrator, tucked away in your sock drawer, could never replace this- replace him. His touch, the rush of endorphins that came from the pleasure he gave you, always eager to please. 

Finger raking through his curls, you tugged him further and further into you, hips grinding on his face. “Th-That’s it. That feels good.” You whispered. 

Eddie moaned, sending waves of vibrations to your core, knees buckling under the feeling. Your breath caught, head tipping back to silence the moans, ripples of pleasure crashing over you. 

“Okay, okay, stop.” You panted, pushing on the top of his head, trying to writhe out of his touch. 

Eddie’s face fell in hurt, in fear, scanning your features. He knew it was coming, the inevitable that you’d change your mind, tell him you couldn’t do this. “I-I need you.” His heart leapt at your words. “I just need you right now, please.” 

It felt like a dream, having you wrapped around him in every way. Buried inside you, Eddie tried to savor the feeling, really feel you in case this was the last time. Your legs tight around his hips, arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he fucked you into the mattress- into the bed that you both shared for so many years. 

Your nails clawed down his back, biting at his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, toes curling in pleasure. Eddie’s hand slid between the two of you, circling your clit as he approached his own orgasm. He knew you were close, knew everything about you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. The best, the fuckin’ best, baby.” Eddie whispered, breath hot over your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. Your body shuddered, hips bucking with pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ missed you. Missed you- ah.” Eddie whined, nearly cumming when your teeth bit his shoulder, the spark of pain making his slops get sloppier and sloppier. 

Eddie’s lips moved to yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it while his fingers slid over your clit until you were shaking, flooding over his length. Your grip loosened, melting into the mattress as he finished, drilling into you. 

“Fuck, feel so good. Fuckin’ love the way you feel.” Eddie looked down at you, eyes glassy and dazed from your own orgasm, lips bitten from him. 

A final pump, a final grunt, and he was spilling inside you, hips still slowly rolling inside you, dropping his face into your neck. You held him tight, muffling his moans into your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Eddie rambled, chest to chest, heaving and clinging to the other. 

A feeling settled around the two of you after you broke apart, laying side by side under the sheets, the house still, quiet, filled with a tension you couldn’t quite figure out. 

“I’m sorry you had a shitty date.” Eddie muttered, voice a little raspy. 

“‘S alright.” You sighed, stretching under the sheets. “Ended pretty good, all things considered.” 

“Yeah it did.” Eddie grinned softly. “Missed you.” 

Your heart ached, sinking in your chest. “I-I think you just missed having sex.” 

“No,” Eddie said firmly, shaking his head. “No, I-I missed you. I missed this, us.” He rolled over, turning towards you. 

“Eddie-” 

“-No, I just- I’m sorry, and I know I was a dick, and I-I did some things, but, baby, we’re good. We’re so good together.” Eddie whispered, reaching for you. “We’re meant to be together. You know we are. It’s always been us, it’s always supposed to be us.” 

“We’re not good together.” You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “We’re not good for each other.” 

“Don’t say that.” Eddie’s eyes shined with hurt, shaking his head. “How-How can you say that-” 

“-Because, we’re good now. Right now, but… but then it’ll be just like it was, and we’ll be right back to fighting.” You pressed your palms to your eyes, chest tightening with the post orgasm clarity, the realization of your mistake. You’d never learn your lesson, no matter how many times you’d go through this. 

“Baby, we could go back to counseling. I just- We should try. I want to try, I want to be a family again. I want to be better this time. I promise I’ll be better this time, please.” Eddie reached for your hand, pulling them off your eyes. “Please, sweetheart, one more chance? I won’t… I won’t fuck it up.” 

You squeezed his hand, body aching, yearning to lean into him. To agree, to nod and let him love on you, love you. To give him another chance, to see him wake up in the bed next to you, back in the house with the kids all the time. 

But you couldn’t. 

For them. Jude and Lucy had a hard enough time with the divorce, understanding why you two were separating. How did you explain to kids that mommy and daddy were like the weather; good some days, disastrous the other? 

“I-I can’t, Eddie.” You whispered, looking at him with eyes shining. “Jude and Lucy…That’s not- This isn’t good for them.” Your breath shuttered, heart breaking in your chest. 

Eddie’s own heart was breaking, you could see it on his face. “I just need time. I don’t know.” You admitted, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “But now, I just can’t now.” 

Eddie nodded, swallowing around his own heart breaking. “Alright,” He nodded. “Whatever you decide, I’ll… I’ll always support you. I’ll always love you, too. No matter what.” 

Your lip wobbled, squeezing his hand tight in yours. “Thank you.” You whispered. “I just need some time, Eddie.” 

“I’ve got time. I’ll wait.” Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. “Always here for you.” He pulled you close to him, arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tight to his chest. 

For a moment, you relaxed, let yourself feel at peace as he held you. Allowed yourself that selfishness in the still of the night. You’d stay like that for a while, until you sent him to the couch. “Things are confusing as it is for them. They don’t need to get their hopes up if they see us in the bed together.” And Eddie would do it, of course he would. He’d do it for you, for them, for the hope that he might one day get his family back to normal. Back to the way it should be. 

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OC Fact #55

Levi's dad situation...is a little sad.

His mom, Jaide, was with them all his life. His dad? Not so much.

Everything was okay until one day, with little to no explanation given to Levi, his dad was packing his things. When Levi asked what was happening, all he got was a somber smile and an answer of, "You might not see me for a long time."

He didn't plead with his dad to stay, since he just assumed he'd be back. But when his dad walked out the door, he never saw him again.

What tipped Levi off to the true absence of his father was how sad Jaide was about everything. She did her best to be happy for Levi, but she couldn't truly hide how hurt she was around her son.

[coffee-fueled-cookie]

What do you think the club would be like if you were to marry them

Now, this is probably where I get delusional bc I have to like stretch to make this both appealing for those seeking romance, but realistic enough for the comic truthers. But at the end of the day, if you don't like House wife Josh? Wrap it up

That being said

Josh Levy

"Coffee, stop using Padme and Anakin pictures! They don't even relate to his head canons!" I DON'T CARE, I DO WHAT I WANT 🗣

Now listen

You may think Josh wouldn't be the best husband, that he's as bad as Bill, and maybe... maybe he is, but in my heart

He is the ultimate husband

Josh getting married was a healthy step forward for him. You basically saved him from his fate because now he has something to live for and look towards

Does that mean that he's kind of dependant on you? Yes, and sometimes that's hard in your marriage, but usually, things go pretty smooth

Does cook dinner, tries to develop at least a consistent and normal diet, but I'd believe it's hard. Stress eats when he's upset, you'll find wrappers of things hidden in the trash, old habits die hard

After that fire and his mom dying, things between him and his dad had been really rough, and there was a moment after college where they didn't talk to each other

They probably won't ultimately heal that relationship, but trust that when you both start to get serious, he does actually take the time to introduce you to his Dad

This guy is so deep in his fandom culture that the only cheating you've gotta worry about is his Ao3 tabs and his collected stuff, and even then, he probably sold repeats or unnecessary stuff to actually pay for y'alls wedding

It was a very moving moment for you two (He cried but you're pretty sure part of it was out of pain)

Like in the epilouge, he's probably just Facebook friends with Jerry and Pete, but he doesn't go out with them, they don't hang, he's blocked Bill on EVERYTHING

You're his safe space

Bill Dickey

DIVORCE

The fact this guy actually got married... he bagged a baddie?? Free yourself!

Okay, maybe I'm dramatic, but Epilouge Bill had me ripping my hair out, like how could you POSSIBLY be married to THAT!?

I don't even know what to tell you, this will be the most stretched one

Okay, okay, house wife, but like, doesn't do SHIT house wife

Doesn't know how to cook, will clean but like... complain that he's tired when you get home from work

Does use the money from his ebay gigs to pay for the TV subscriptions tho, so at least there's that

You would think he's miserable folding y'alls undies and sweeping and feeding the cat but honestly this is probably the most chilled out he's been in years

Now all you gotta do is peg him and he'll really evolve

Like I'm serious, the whole shebang, this will help and heal him, I swear it

Will he fight the whole way through? Of course, but you can tell by that light in his eyes and that tightness in his throat that he doesn't mind

He'll probably be vulgar mouthed, call you names, call other people names, but when I tell you that shit holds no malice, he just has high blood pressure

It's a dynamic, that's for sure, and you'll probably still have to deal with his collecting, but as years go by, down the line, he'll consider selling a chunk of it or storing it away

Jerry Stokes

The actual chill guy omg

Biggest thing you gotta worry about is stepping on a miniature he left out or trying to declutter his desk where he'll play his cards or customize shit

A crafty husband

Has paints, card stock, scalpels, all sorts of shit

Magic the gathering cards OUT. THE. ASS. And usually it ain't a problem, bc they're in binders and take up minimal space

But he for sure does magic the gathering youtube videos, and the house must be silent when he does em, so that can be a lil aggravating

You guys have your friend group, not seperate, y'all do everything together, and when you guys aren't, then expect to hear "Where's Jerry?"

I wish I had more to add, you guys get take out every Friday, do breakfast on Saturdays, you guys have a show y'all watch together and get excited when new episodes drop

It's just a very dorky and lovey marriage, there's not much to it

Pete Dinunzio

Y'all probably had a shot gun wedding, very sporadic, super fun, and you woke up with the worst headache imaginable

As for if Y'all knew eachother before then?? That's up to you and your lore

It's super casual, you guys considered yourselves married after sleeping in the same bed for 2 years

You know that couple that looks cool, and do cool shit, and you kinda wish you were spontaneous like them?

But then it turns out they're kinda dysfunctional? Yeah. That's it

If you're fine with him working at Sick MOFO then awesome, that makes life 10x easier

If not... yikes

He lives independently despite having a partner, and sometimes that's great, but when he comes home late as shit without having said anything and you're waiting, crying on the couch and worried, but it turns out he was just hanging with Butchie

That gets old quick

He does try sometimes to touch base and be open, he knows his job can be... problematic for some relationships

So a lot of times he'll make up for it by taking you out, setting time aside strictly for you (this pissed his side bitch Butchie off so bad)

Physical to the max, lays on you full body and sleeps like that, nuzzling on you, blowing raspberries in your neck, he can't keep his hands off

"We're married ain't we? Then I can love on you whenever I want!"

Not necessarily Pete but whatever

[twilovesshuake]

Y/n: YOU KNOW WHAT?! I WANT A DIVORCE!!!

Levi: We're not even married...

Y/n: AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT!!!!

[biibini]

Heyy!! I really love your modern!mizu work sm 😭😭🫶 I was wondering if you could please write how modern Mizu would act when her and reader have an argument? Tysm if u do!!

modern!mizu in arguments

tags: modern!mizu is rlly sweet but ngl u spooked her a sec , tw: midterms , college au , reader is lowk mean & crazy from all the stress , resolved in the end ♥︎

a/n: just bc i want to be levi’s wife doesnt mean i’m leaving mizu just yet <3 my past few quarters have been beating my ass (im finally surviving)

modern!mizu would be the type of person to get anxious if something goes wrong at the beginning of ur relationship

and let her fight or flight kick in

bc she let her guard down the first time around (thanks m*k*o)

tbh i wouldnt rlly imagine yall getting into a fight

but i feel if a fight did happen, it would most likely stem from misunderstanding and misinterpretations of what u guys say

for example, a small argument at the beginning spooked her due to her previous relationship having little to no communication

before the first argument, u had just gotten home from a long school day filled with lectures, annoying group mates, and a senseless amount of studying

midterm season was approaching

things were a lil tense

u had hoped to destress and maybe cuddle with ur gf instead of being crammed into a dorm with two other girls with their crazy studying schedules

only to find her busy with her work

“I’m home!”, you yell into the hallway. The rain had just started pouring and you were sopping wet. Thank goodness your laptop was safe, but the rest of your clothes weren’t.

“Anyone home? Hello?”

Frustratedly, you jangle the keys out of the door. They sure wanted to be stubborn with you today after ALL the things you witnessed today.

An early lecture class that you were half awake at. A failed attempt at working with your group mates for your communications class, with Akemi being the only person that actually showed up. Your teacher becoming the strictest they’ve ever been. It wasn’t your fault that he’s going a divorce, but it sure feels like it.

And after all that came your awaited time to study. Only to find your favorite places filled to the brim with students who giggled and gossiped in their corners, making the noises grow larger and larger. God, freshman are the worst.

You were on the verge of insanity.

The sudden change in weather nearly pushed you to your edge.

Arriving at the apartment sopping wet, you were relieved to finally take off your wet shoes by the door, hoping to finally unwind and let go of the annoyance of the day.

With no answer to your call, you assumed it was an empty apartment and huffed, attempting to let go of all the stresses from the day. You hung your bag, letting it dry from the pouring rain. Little did you know how fucked you would be when you opened the bag to find your lecture notes, damp from the rain.

Sent over the edge, you throw your notebook onto the kitchen counter in an attempt to dry the papers. You were so screwed if they weren’t dry by the midterm this week.

You cursed as you dig up the rest of the contents in your bag, only to find them damp and wet from the rain. The only thing that truly stayed dry was your laptop due to its case.

“God, fucking damnit.”, you swore to yourself, continuing to lay out all the contents.

First, your things needed to dry NOW. Without those notes, you would be going into that midterm blind.

Now, it was you next.

You stormed into Mizu’s bedroom, fueled with rage and annoyance from everything today. It all felt like it was crashing down with every step you took. The tiredness, the annoyance, the wetness, the heavy weight of your drenched clothes. You couldn’t wait to take off everything and be dry & clean.

The door swings open right in front of you, hitting you face first. You step back to find Mizu with headphones on, wide-eyed, realizing what she just did. In the brief silence, you could hear the faint noise of the drums and bass being blasted into her headphones.

That was your final straw.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were home-”

“You couldn’t hear me lose my shit just now?”, you snapped. “Really now?”

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

At this point, you were too tired to care.

“What’s going on is that I’m wet, I’m fucked for my midterm tomorrow, and I just- I just need to go take this shit off.”, you huff, pushing past Mizu.

Before you can even move past her, Mizu grabs your forearm, pulling you back from your momentum.

"Hey.", Mizu said in a sincere tone while squeezing your arm, hoping to meet your gaze.

"What.", you snapped at her.

"I'm not the only person who's busy here.", she retorted.

You looked back to spot her eyes, dead and exhausted, forming dark spots under her eyes. You could tell how worn out she was, staring at formulas and mismanaged group projects all day. Her dull hair was in a disheveled bun, barely hanging onto the butterfly clip you had bought her a few weeks ago.

"Look, I've been working on these midterm projects all day too. My project group mates barely did their shit and our capstone check-in is coming in so soon… I need to catch up now and—“

“Could you at least be aware of your surroundings when you do work on your projects?”, you scoff as you past her and grab a towel and a hair dryer.

You walk back to your damp belongings, hoping you make it in time to minimize the damage. What you didn’t expect was your girlfriend also following your footsteps.

“Y/N, please…”

You wipe your chargers and pencil cases dry. You’re glad they’re safe and secure. As for your notes, you fear that’s a different story.

“Honey…”

You heard her but to be frank, your priorities was your drenched notebook, currently sopping up all the rainwater. You plug in the hairdryer and immediately get to work, hoping it’ll be enough to save you for the midterm coming next week. Some of the ink starts to bleed. You can only hope for readability as the pages on the notebook start to lighten.

“Y/N.”, she calls out.

You turn up the heat settings of the hairdryer as you continue to point the air on the important notes. It becomes more readable.

“Y/N!”

“WHAT.”, you snap back.

You look back in annoyance and see Mizu behind you with a house fan in her hands, eyes widen. You fear your response was a little too loud as you spot the power cord tremble in her hands.

Oh Mizu…

“Um, I’ll just put the fan here.“, Mizu states, whipping around in hopes of plugging in the fan quickly.

“Mizu, wait, I didn’t mean to—“

“No, it’s okay.”, she cuts you off. “I’ll just… um… I’ll just—”

You can hear the stammer in her voice. You reach for her arm before she can hide away. It’s cool to the touch, almost cold.

“Mizu, I—”

She turns around to look at you. Her eyes used to look tired but now they’re so shaken. God, you forgot how much words hurt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at your earlier and now. I was so absorbed and stressed with midterms and the rain and everything about today. I’m so sorry, I should not have exploded like that in front of your face, especially since you have midterms as well. Mizu, I’m just so—”

“Overwhelmed?”

You sigh, “Very.”

A small smile grows on Mizu’s face. You let go of her forearm and smile back.

“Me too honey. Me too.”, she sighs in relief. “C’mere.”

Her left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to her side. Were you a little damp? Yeah. Did she care at this moment? Not a chance.

“After we get these notes all nice and dry, do you want to take a nice, warm bath and you’ll talk about your day and I’ll talk about mine…”

Your face warms up as her hand starts to slowly feel up and down your side. Her touch felt so warm and welcoming.

“Mmhm”, you hum in agreement.

Her mouth slowly inched towards your ear, her breath dancing over your lobes.

“and maybe, afterwards, some de-stressing?”, she hints, breathily. You don’t need to look at her to know she’s smirking.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.”, you tease.

Besides, Ringo wouldn’t be back until next week.

Mizu places a kiss on your cheek. She plugs the fan, double checking to make sure it is aiming at your notebook, as well as your bag.

“Thank you for your helping, Mizu.”, you say as you kiss her on the cheek.

“No worries.”, Mizu says as she grins, pulling you to her again to steal another kiss. “We’re both stressed, we need breaks every once in a while.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t count that last part as a break—”, you jokingly question.

“It’s a maybe… just putting the thought out there.”, Mizu defends, putting her hands up.

After your notebooks are dry, you notice that most of your notes are fine. Thankfully, you remembered Akemi was in the class and were able to get her digital notes from her iPad.

As shitty as your day first started, it couldn’t come close to the end of your day. You got your hot bath and rant, as promised. And maybe that last step too.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Filthy

summary: that’s the thing about illicit affairs, clandestine meetings and longing stares.

pairing: jonathan levy x f!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, car sex, professor kink, glasses kink?, dirty talk, kissing, creampie, longing, love confessions

wc: 1.7k

an: the professor kink went a little crazy in this one so if that’s not your jam, skipperoni! if it is…enjoy <3

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This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t be in his car, in his lap— in his vicinity at all because it always leads to something like this. Messy and sloppy and hurried, so desperate. The two of you gave up on resisting this a long time ago, but that doesn’t keep your brain from questioning it.

He’s not even divorced yet, can’t even convince himself to sign the papers given everything that Mira had done. You’re his breath of fresh air, the only thing besides his daughter that makes him feel alive these days. But you’re also his closest colleague’s graduate assistant. The reasons that getting caught would end poorly for both of you are not small, hidden, or easy to brush away.

Those reasons don’t change the delicious way his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs under the skirt you have on. The dip of his tongue into your mouth, licking and searching feverishly. They don’t lessen the arousal sitting in your lower belly. You’re not sure if anything could because when you’re at the center of Jonathan’s attention, it feels like nothing matters beyond the two of you.

You groan into the next kiss, and Jonathan shivers beneath you, some desperate sound of his own echoing into your mouth. Accompanying the intoxicating taste of you is rain on your lips. You’re soaked to the bone, your clothes skintight and a few shades darker from the rain that continues to pour outside of the confines of his car. Every kiss, every touch of his warms you from the inside out.

“We’re committing public indecency,” He murmurs, but he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop using his grip on your ass to grind you down against the swell of his clothed cock.

He isn’t wrong but this is the best you could do in a pinch.

Your roommate is another graduate assistant, and though she doesn’t work in your department or Jonathan’s, she’d surely recognize him if you were to bring him over. There’s some unspoken agreement about his place, the house where he lived with Mira. You don’t feel ready to go there yet and thankfully, he isn’t quite ready to let you in. So he picked you up from your apartment complex and drove to the nearest park. Usually, the two of you plan a little better— there’s a long drive a couple hours away, some cozy little Airbnb on the edge of the city with the promise of going unrecognized hanging in the air.

This thing that shouldn’t be happening is practiced, meticulously planned but today is something different. If you weren’t so distracted by the feeling of him against you, you’d ask what has him so riled up. A little voice in your head can guess, but that would just complicate things. Instead, you’d really like to focus on this, that warm feeling he brings, and you hope that his concerns about breaking the law aren’t too intense.

“Do you want to stop?” You ask, breaking the kiss but only to kiss at his neck.

“No, don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.”

And there is nothing that compares to the sweet sound of Jonathan calling you baby. You've never said no to Jonathan and you don’t plan to start when he begs for you like this.

“Kiss me again.”

Jonathan obliges, grasping the nape of your neck with gentle strength and pulling you forward to kiss you as if he’s trying to consume you.

You use your knees to raise up, sliding your hand between the two of you so that you can palm at his erection through his jeans. He whines into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. Both of these things spur you on and your other hand drops from his curls, working with the other to undo his jeans so that you can slip your hand into his boxers.

“You’re so sweet, so soft,” He murmurs as he begins to kiss and bite his way down your neck. You can hear the strain in his voice, how he’s trying his best to keep it steady and show that you aren’t affecting him.

There’s not a world where you have even half the discipline that he does. You are nothing but desperate for him— needy, always prepared to beg and whine until he gives you what you want. But, there’s no harm in trying to make him show how desperate he is for you too.

“Professor, please. I need you.”

“How am I meant to say no to you when you call me that?” He teases the skin of your neck with his teeth and you writhe in his lap, just like he wanted you to.

“You’re never supposed to say no to me, that’s the point, Levy,” You tease, hand tightening around his cock. His hips jump into your touch and you know that if you work just a little harder he’ll be exactly where you want him.

Jonathan’s hand skates up your torso. With your wet shirt, your nipples are practically on display through the fabric and he runs his thumb over one playfully before rolling the peak between his fingers, “And where’s the fun in that? You don’t want to earn it today, sweet girl?”

“No—“ You gasp through short breaths, chest heaving into his touch, “I just want you to give it to me. Please.”

His other hand finds your other breast, his touch more insistent as he pinches your nipple, “Desperate, sweet girl. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it.”

You fix him with that look that you know will get you anything you ask for, “I want your cock, I want you to let me sit on it.”

“You’re so fucking filthy, so needy for me aren’t you?”

“Yes, Jonathan, please.”

And while he thoroughly enjoys the way you call him professor, or Levy, his name rolling off your tongue makes his heart skip like he’s some teenage girl having her first kiss. Any teasing and pretense of having discipline go right out the window. His hands are gentle but sure as he moves yours out of his boxers and lifts you to bare himself to you.

“Are you ready? Can I—“

“Yes, please, fucking yes.”

Jonathan uses one hand to line himself up with your entrance, the other immediately gripping your hip and sliding you down onto the length of his cock. The kiss you two share is hardly that, but messy teeth and tongues that meet as you both moan.

“Ride me,” He says against your mouth. He wants it to sound like a demand but you both know what it is. He’s finally just as desperate as you are— he’s begging.

There’s nothing in you that wants to fight him, there never is, all you want is more and more of him— whatever you can get because despite the passion, the ease of spending time with him, there’s a little voice in the back of your mind that screams this is temporary.

It’s unhealthy to think that each time you and Jonathan fuck it might be the last, but you refuse to take him or any moment spent with him for granted. You place one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching back to find purchase on the dash so that you can bounce on his cock in earnest.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, it’s made for me,” He groans.

Your eyes are glued to his face, drinking in the sight of him. He rests his head back against the seat rest, mouth ajar. His glasses are propped up on the crown of his head so as not to fog up, and a light goes off in your head. Shifting most of your weight onto your thighs you swipe the glasses from his head, sliding them onto your face.

The sound he makes has you upset that you haven’t thought of this move sooner. His hips snap up into you harder, making you yelp as the tip of his cock presses against the spot deepest inside of you.

He’s breathless as he says, “Oh god, you filthy fucking girl.”

“Do they suit me, professor?” You pant with a smirk.

His eyes go dark, as he gazes at you from under his lashes, “All of this suits you, everything about us together suits you. My name in your mouth, my cock in your pussy, all of it.”

His words make your head spin, and you quickly remove the glasses so that you can kiss him properly, smashing your mouth to his. You roll your hips, taking him as deep as you can before you start to rock, bouncing in his lap once more.

The back and forth between you dissolves into a frantic madness, both of your bodies focused simply on giving and receiving pleasure. His hands find your hips, helping you bounce more quickly and firmly as both of your breaths go shallow and whiny. The pleasure in your lower belly builds, chugging higher and higher each time you come down against him. You’re surrounded by the smell of sex, the sound of it, the heat of it. The windows fog and with each thrust of his hips up against you there’s the sound of skin on skin, of how incredibly wet you are for him.

“Jonathan, I’m—“

“You’re so close aren’t you, baby? Gonna cum for me so I can fill you up nice and deep? So I can make you mine again?”

“M-make me yours,” You repeat his words but your version is a beg, full of desperation.

He shushes you, hand sliding between your slick bodies to find your clit, “Let me help, let me give you what you need.”

Despite the soft gentleness of his fingers against your clit, the shockwaves of pleasure they provide melt away the last of the barriers between you and your orgasm. You melt around him, so warm and tight as you cum with a soft cry. It’s impossible for him to resist, and he joins you, body going stiff as he fills you up.

“I love you,” He whispers unthinkingly in the postcoital haze.

“I love you too,” You whisper back easily, leaning forward to rest against his chest.

Neither of you allow that usual feeling of dread of returning to your lives as they are— of having to deny each other day in and day out— to settle in. Instead, you let the softness in, the love so young and new but no less meaningful. He holds you right, like he’ll never let you go. And for the moment, you let him.

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Real Lovin'

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x fem!Reader Warnings/Tags: Vague mentions of poor sexual encounters, SMUT [18+], inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol consumption, oral (f!receiving), fingering, handjobs, praise kink, overstimulation, squirting, teasing, protected PIV, soft dom!Jonathan, aftercare, Jonathan is a sweet, hot gentleman Word Count: 8.9k (Only proofread it once) Summary: Jonathan finds out that your sex life has been less than satisfactory and he takes the matter into his own hands to show you that it can be nice and loving. The boundaries of your friendship go flying out the window. A/N: I had to write this to mend something in my soul. Hope you enjoy it <3

"Oh my god, she was totally into you!" You laugh with your friend Jonathan. It's late and you're at his house, enjoying some wine and each other's company. The sun has already set, so Jonathan goes to close the blinds for the day, giving you two some privacy.

"She was just being nice," Jonathan chuckles as he turns on some table lamps and adjusts the light curtains. The living room is filled with a warm, almost magical atmosphere which is cosy. As he stands there, you can't help but check him out. He's wearing that brown sweater that looks amazing on him, almost as amazing as the curve of his magnificent rear in black trousers.

"I still think she was into you. Didn't you see the way she ogled you all day?" You insist playfully. The barista at the cafe you went to had been all over Jonathan - understandably so. He is simply too humble to entertain the idea that someone was checking him out. It's kind of endearing actually, how he can't see that.

"Really? Jonathan raises an eyebrow and joins you on the couch. It's comfortable, even when your knees touch. Despite only being friends, there's undeniable chemistry between the two of you that neither of you talk about. However, actions speak louder than words. You won't push Jonathan into anything as it hasn't been too long since he finalized the divorce from Mira.

"Can't blame her," You shrug and take a sip of wine. The wine has certainly softened you around the edges, making you a bit more blunt and bold than usual.

Jonathan keeps looking at you, curiosity and something more intimate swirling in those deep mahogany eyes. He rubs his salt-and-pepper beard as he processes your words, an obvious flirtatious move. He's not stupid. It's only a matter of time before you have to face the chemistry between you that's been kept unspoken for several months now.

You smile, feeling comfortable even though the tension in the room is rising. Not in a bad way. Your heart races a little as you enjoy the way Jonathan looks at you, instead of pushing you away or totally ignoring what you just said.

Damn you, Jonathan thinks and scratches his chin again before covering his mouth with his hand momentarily. It's been months since he divorced Mira and he hasn't had anything serious since. Some girlfriends here and there during the separation. Nothing that felt real, nothing exciting. Then he met you. Jonathan really likes you and he's so scared of fucking things up.

Jonathan clears his throat and asks you something that's been on his mind, "How come you're still single?"

You twirl the wine in the glass and think about your answer. Interestingly, it seems as if Jonathan is fishing for knowledge about your dating life, trying to figure out if you're genuinely available or if something is going on that he's unaware of.

"Have you seen how men treat women nowadays? I don't have time for Tinder dudes or guys who think they can get in my pants after buying me a shitty cocktail," You vent a little. Jonathan is the type of guy you can have deep and honest conversations with. It feels like a safe place to vent about how much dating sucks, at least in your experience.

"Yeah, that's...not good," Jonathan agrees and for a moment he even seems concerned. "Are all of them that bad?"

You scoff and tilt your head, looking at Jonathan with a funny feeling in your chest. "The last guy I dated thought my clit was in my groin."

"What? You've gotta be kidding me." Jonathan's eyes widen in surprise as he hears that.

"I wish," You sigh and giggle, trying not to bring down the mood. It's just frustrating to have so many poor experiences. You want a man to take you and make you feel good for real, to see that it's not just a myth that sex can be mind-blowing.

"Wow," Jonathan says and adjusts his glasses, "I can see how that can make dating seem unappealing. But I assure you, not all of us are that inexperienced or unskilled," Jonathan tries to reassure you. He's confident after ten years of marriage that he can make a woman feel good. It's not that hard.

As you sit there, knees touching, he finds himself thinking about if he could make you feel good. He swallows thickly and tries to push those thoughts away yet the damage is already done. His pants feel a little bit tighter than before which he tries hard to ignore.

"Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me," You confess, taking a moment to be vulnerable with Jonathan.

"What? No," Jonathan says immediately, "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with you. Some guys are just selfish and they don't care about the pleasure of their partners. That doesn't say anything about you," He comforts you and caresses your knee.

Your eyes land on his hand on your knee. It's the smallest touch yet it ignites something within you. It feels nice.

"I'm sorry for venting," You apologize and put the wine glass down on the oak coffee table. Jonathan mirrors your movement, abandoning his glass as well.

"It´s okay. We're friends, you can talk to me about anything," Jonathan smiles softly. Acting as if calling you just a friend doesn't kill him a little bit on the inside.

"I just... I wanna know what it's like to have good sex at least once in my life, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?" You sigh and lean against the sofa, allowing Jonathan's fingers to trace patterns on your thigh. His hand is very slowly hiking up your leg. You're wearing a dress today, which means that there's only a very thin layer of stockings between Jonathan's fingers and your skin.

Jonathan can't believe the words he's hearing. Sure, you guys have talked about relationships and sex before but tonight it feels different. It almost feels like the more you keep talking, the more you're encouraging Jonathan to make a move - and he's more than eager to give you what you need.

"Not at all, sex should be enjoyable," Jonathan murmurs and feels himself getting turned on. It's crazy, this power that you have over him. Jonathan wants to taste you, to touch you, to make you fall apart underneath him and beg him to stop because he's made you come so many times. He wants to be good for you.

"Maybe I just haven't experienced it with the right person yet," You smile softly and somehow find the courage to say it while looking Jonathan in the eye.

Jonathan looks right back at you. He wants to be that person for you but... you're friends. He takes a deep, shaky breath and rests his head against his palm, his other hand still caressing your leg. It's getting harder and harder to deny his feelings and the ever-growing desire for you.

"Maybe not," Jonathan shrugs and glances at your lips. They look so alluring, especially when you smile like that.

You see what he's looking at. Then the room feels a little bit smaller all of a sudden. Everything seems to fade away except for Jonathan. Something invisible seems to be pulling you closer to him, which you only realize once his face is right in front of yours.

"Can I kiss you?" Jonathan asks and cups your cheek, his thumb caressing you gently. He's a little nervous since it's been so long since he last felt like this but it's overshadowed by his excitement and genuine care for you. The last thing he wants is to overstep any boundaries.

You can't believe he asked. That this is happening. After waiting for so long and tiptoeing around each other when it comes to touching and flirting. After so many countless nights of touching yourself to the thought of him, his touch, his scent, the idea of tasting his lips and having his cock spreading you wide open...

"Please," You nod, pleading with him to not waste another second. You've waited too long for this.

That's all he needed to hear. As soon as Jonathan has your consent, he pulls your face even closer to his. Then he presses his lips on yours, softly at first. He closes his eyes and you feel his long lashes tickling your cheeks.

"Mmm," You moan into the kiss and cup his head, pulling him even closer. Jonathan responds by deepening the kiss, touching the back of your head to lock you in, taking your breath away. His other hand squeezes your leg as if he has to hold onto you or else he might be scared you'll drift away. Touching you is a way to ground himself now that he feels like he's floating from pure bliss.

As you pull apart for air, Jonathan rests his forehead against yours. His thumb is still caressing your cheek tenderly, earning another smile from you.

"Hey," You whisper and laugh quietly, feeling overjoyed. You caress his face as well, feeling just how soft his beard feels underneath your fingers.

"Hey," Jonathan responds just as quietly. This moment is tender. You've never been this close and it feels like you can see each other through new lenses, knowing that these feelings are reciprocated. A whole new world has just opened. It's big, it's exciting, it's everything you've waited for.

Jonathan pecks at your lips again, kissing you like he needs it to breathe. You kiss him back, taking it easy at first. Little pecks, tasting his lips and carefully treading your fingers through his dark curls. Jonathan doesn't want to push you too fast. He knows that you're not as experienced as him, which he doesn't mind, but he also doesn't want to spook you by being too sudden.

"Mm-" You moan into the kiss once again, feeling shivers running down your spine. You want him so bad. Jonathan tastes good, like cherry wine and peppermint gum. It feels so natural when you move onto his lap and straddle his thighs. When you do, you feel his bulge through his trousers. As soon as it presses against your skirt, it makes your stomach twist with need and desire.

"Y/N-" Jonathan whispers your name, his hands running down your sides and eventually resting on your hips. It feels so good to have you sitting on his lap, putting pressure against his bulge. It's hard to think straight. Jonathan can't believe he has you sitting on him and kissing him like this.

You smile a little and tease him by moving your hips, wanting to see him squirm beneath you. Seeing him gasp and twitch is like a drug, making you want more.

"Yeah?"

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Jonathan lets you know and he holds your hand in his.

"I want to," You insist and squeeze his hand, "if you want it."

"If I want-... I want you more than you can imagine," Jonathan tells you seriously. He lets go of your hand to hold your chin gently, making you face him, "I want you. Not as a one-night thing, I really care about you."

The way Jonathan says it while looking you right in the eye, while holding you so tenderly, it feels sincere. Your heart beats a little faster. Is this what it's like to get the butterflies everyone always talks about?

"I care about you too," You let him know and lean against his touch, "I've been thinking about what it would be like to be more than friends, to be yours... it makes me so happy, so wet."

Jonathan closes his eyes, resisting a moan as you talk dirty to him. He's getting so hard that it almost hurts. His fingers dig into your hips now.

"Do you really wanna do this?" Jonathan asks again, giving you every opportunity to back out. He doesn't wanna force you into anything.

You nod, feeling a little flustered. It's really happening. There's no way you'd say no now after dreaming of this moment for so long.

"Okay," Jonathan smiles and kisses your lips, unable to get enough of you. "Let's go upstairs. I wanna make you feel good properly, in my bed, not on this couch."

Once you make it upstairs, Jonathan leads you to his bed. His bedroom is neat, smelling of clean linen and a vanilla candle he keeps on the nightstand. It's such a turn-on that he knows how to take care of his home, instead of going home to a guy who barely maintains a tiny apartment.

Jonathan helps you out of your dress, throwing it onto the armchair in the corner. Once you're in bed, he climbs on top of you.

"Mmm...Jonathan," You moan and look at him with lust-darkened eyes. He's kissing your neck, searching for that spot that makes you squirm. Once he finds it, and you squeal as the skin feels so sensitive against his lips, he smirks. Jonathan pins your wrists down and begins to kiss that spot harder, licking and nibbling the skin. His thick beard adds to the sensitivity, brushing against your skin constantly.

"Ohh!" You gasp in shock over just how sensitive it can feel. With every touch, you feel your panties getting wetter and wetter, to the point you're certain that he can smell it. Your thighs begin to tremble from anticipation, your body being awakened nerve by nerve, limb by limb.

"You're so beautiful," Jonathan tells you, allowing his hands to explore your body. His palm cups your breast, feeling you through the bra. His leg separates your legs, trousers pressed against your soft thigh and stockings. Jonathan looks down at your body, taking in the sight he's dreamt of. Everything is so much better in reality compared to his fantasies.

His praise feels sincere. His touch is so intentional and the way he looks at you like you're a priceless painting to be admired, it all leaves you feeling flustered. No one has ever looked at you like this, spent so much time actually admiring you, kissing you, wanting to make you feel good. It's overwhelming in the very best way.

"No need to be shy," Jonathan smiles, "you're gorgeous. I'm so lucky to get a chance to be with you like this," He keeps going, showering you in praise while his hand brushes over the skin of your stomach. He's barely touching you, the tiniest touch giving you goosebumps and making you squirm.

"I need you so bad, Jonathan," You mutter and pout, feeling impatient. He just smiles and dives back down to kiss your neck, peppering kisses all over you until he finds your collarbone. He nibbles your skin carefully and his own hips grind against you ever so slightly.

"You'll have me," Jonathan promises and then traces your slit through your panties, "just let me make you feel good first... there's no rush, honey."

Honey. That term of affection just melts your heart. It's more than thrilling to be close to Jonathan, to feel his fingers teasing your most sensitive area, to have him call you something more than just a friend. You gasp as he feels the wet spot on your panties, feeling a little flustered. What if he thinks you're too wet? Or if he finds you gross?

All those insecurities are washed away when Jonathan looks down between your legs and pulls your panties down. His lips part in surprise and he looks like a man who is staring down at his favourite dessert. He uses two fingers to spread your folds apart and smear your wetness around.

"Oh baby, you're so wet," Jonathan smiles happily and moves further down, eventually nestling between your thighs. He removes his glasses, placing them on the nightstand before getting comfortable.

"I can't wait to taste you," Jonathan groans, holding himself back for just a little bit longer. He doesn't just want you to be wet and ready for him. Jonathan wants you to be so aroused that you're shaking, begging for him, more than ready. He doesn't want to rush anything, to be impatient and end up hurting you. He could never hurt you.

"Please," You plead, not even sure what you're asking for. More of him, his attention, his touch. You bite your lips and look at him, taking in the sight of Jonathan between your legs, transfixed on your wet pussy and teasing those folds with his long fingers.

"So pretty," Jonathan whispers and kisses your inner thigh. His fingers don't push in yet, no. They slide up and down your slit, over your clit and all the way down to your entrance. He circles the entrance, teasing you, but not pushing in. As his fingers slide up, he adds a little pressure on the clit, but never just enough.

"Ohh," A whine escapes your lips, hips jerking up while trying to get more of him.

"Shh, good girl," Jonathan pushes you down by your hips with his free hand, keeping you from squirming too much.

"Please Jonathan," You mewls, needing him more than you thought possible.

"Please what?" Jonathan cocks his head up, his fingers still running up and down your slit, smearing your slickness around your clit. His touch makes your hips jerk from just how sensitive you're getting.

"I need you," You tell him quietly.

"How do you need me? Use your words," Jonathan encourages you. He hasn't touched you before, he needs to know what you like. He wants to know what you like so that he can please you in the best way he can. Besides, he enjoys bringing you out of your shell, getting to know you and teasing you even more.

You feel flustered, even though it's Jonathan and you trust him. Perhaps it's just because no one in the past has ever cared enough to know how you wish to be pleasured. This is new and so, so freeing.

"I... I need your mouth on me," You find the courage to admit, heart racing as you finish that sentence.

"Good," Jonathan praises you for telling him that, wanting you to feel comfortable enough to tell him what's on your mind, what turns you on and makes you feel good. "You're so good for me, you'll get what you want, baby."

Jonathan grabs your thighs, spreading your legs even more than they already are. Then he licks a stripe up your slit, getting a first taste of your sweet elixir.

"Ahh..." Your head falls back on the pillows, as his tongue feels like relief on your needy cunt. By now, your entire body is trembling from need.

"You taste so good," Jonathan grunts and closes his lips around your clit. With a tight grip around your thighs, Jonathan gets comfortable and buries his face into you. The bridge of his nose presses against you deliciously as he laps up your juices, tasting you and getting hooked on you just from the first drops. It's a taste he wants more and more of.

You gasp as he eats you out, not afraid to get his face and beard messy. Jonathan looks at you through his thick lashes, driven wild by the sight of you moaning and leaning against his pillows. Looking so damn gorgeous. Only in a bra and thigh-high stockings. It's a sight he'll never forget.

"mmm yes, feels so good," You moan and grab his curls for support. You tug at him softly, wanting him even closer. Jonathan understands the cue and he begins to lap at your sensitive clit a little harder, eliciting even sweeter moans from you.

Jonathan's hands snake up your torso, coming up to cup your chest. You arch your back, helping him to unhook your bra. Once it comes off, he wastes no time to pay attention to your tits. Jonathan moans with your clit in his mouth, so happy to grope your chest that he's been stealing glances at whenever you'd wear revealing blouses and dresses around him. He almost felt ashamed for how he had been looking at you like that but deep down he always had a feeling that you wore those tops around him on purpose. One time he noticed body glitter on your chest and it couldn't have gotten more obvious than that.

"Fuck" You moan and buck your hips up, grinding against his mouth. Jonathan squeezes your nipples and keeps licking your pussy, now pushing his tongue against your entrance. His beard is getting covered in your juices but he doesn't care right now, he's hooked on the taste of you and he wants to see you fall apart.

Jonathan is taking his sweet time just tasting you, licking your clit and sucking it while playing with your tits lazily. He wants to make sure you're soaking wet before he goes further. He circles his tongue on your clit and brings one hand down, pulling the hood of your clit up to reveal more of the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh, Jonathan!" You moan, feeling a warm, electric feeling radiating from your exposed clit.

"You like that?" Jonathan asks, his voice now deepened by lust. As he pulls his face back slightly, you can see your own juices glistening on his beard and lips. It's such an erotic sight. He has never looked hotter.

"Yes baby, feels so good...please..." You whine again, wanting his warm mouth back on your needy pussy. It's hard to think or to form proper sentences when the man of your dreams is between your thighs. Jonathan is happy to oblige, closing his mouth on your clit again and shaking his head, burying it deep against your folds. Wetness is dripping out of you, running down your slit and soaking the bedspread.

Once Jonathan is certain that you're wet enough, he brings his finger to your entrance. He circles it at first, collecting your wetness on his digit. Then carefully, he presses one finger inside, not wanting to hurt you. It slides in easily with how turned on you are.

"Yes! Mmm... just like that," You smile, grinding against his finger. It's only halfway in, testing the waters. He begins to curl his finger inside you while licking and nibbling your now throbbing clit. Jonathan doesn't finger you roughly, nor does he try to push the finger deeper. He focuses on the curling motion, wanting to rub your g-spot.

You can feel how your clit and walls begin to throb, the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger. There's this pressure building within you and every little touch brings you closer to a breaking point.

"Jonathan-" You try to warn him but the words don't come out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you can only focus on the pleasure he's bringing you. It's perfect. He doesn't need to change the pace, doesn't need to add fingers. If he keeps going just like that, you'll be satisfied.

Jonathan recognizes the telltale signs of a woman being close to a climax. He can tell you're close when you hold your breath and your lower body tenses up. He feels pride in knowing that in minutes he's been able to bring you to this point, to make you soaking wet, when earlier you complained about not having experienced true pleasure with previous partners.

"Ohhh fuck! I'm..I'm-" The words get stuck in your throat as the orgasm overpowers you. It's like a warm blanket that falls over your body. Your pussy clenches around Jonathan's finger and thighs squeeze around his head, locking him in place which Jonathan is more than delighted by. The sight of you coming is so hot to Jonathan. His hands are trembling from being turned on, as he keeps fingering you even though you're coming and becoming extremely sensitive. He doesn't wanna stop until you push him away.

"Jonathan oh my god!" You cry out in shock, body feeling warm and tingly as pleasure fills each and every one of your cells. He keeps sucking your sensitive clit, moaning because he enjoys this so much. Jonathan pulls out his fingers and pushes his tongue into you, collecting your arousal, every last drop of it so that nothing goes to waste.

"Jonathan... ohh!" You wince, growing so sensitive that your body twitches involuntarily. Once you finally squirm too much and push his head away, Jonathan backs away with a proud grin on his face. He admires the sight of you trembling on his bed, panting and whimpering as your sweet pussy is throbbing from pure pleasure.

"Good girl," He tells you and taps your clit in a teasing manner, making you squeeze your thighs together and whine as you recover.

Jonathan sits up straight and begins to unbutton his shirt. He laughs dryly as he realizes your wetness has dribbled down his beard and neck all the way to his collar. Once his shirt comes off, he begins to unbuckle his belt.

You're still catching your breath, watching as he undresses. The sight of his undressing almost makes you come again. You see his bronze skin, all the freckles on his body that you've never seen before, and the trail of dark hair that goes from his belly button to his crotch.

"Mmm you look so hot," You purr, wanting to reach out to touch him but you're still recovering from that orgasm that left your mind feeling blank.

"You're doing so good," Jonathan tells you and pushes his pants down. Now left in only his boxers, you can see his bulge more clearly. You bite your kiss-swollen lips as you stare at it, feeling such a deep desire to pull his boxers down and suck his cock already.

Jonathan is so hard, he wants to fuck you but he also wants to take his time. He wants to make you feel amazing and then some more. To alleviate the aching boner he has, he rubs himself through his boxers a few times, moaning softly. He keeps touching himself as he looks at you sprawled over his bed like that. His lips still taste like your pussy.

Once you begin to recover from your orgasm, you feel the desire to make Jonathan feel as good as he made you feel. You try to get up on your knees, but Jonathan grabs your shoulder and keeps you down.

"Don't worry about me yet, I'm not done with you," Jonathan tells you with a smile. It's amazing how loving and kind he is while also being dominating, in a caring way. He's not at all rough or degrading, but he clearly has control in that moment. And you like it. Makes your pussy wet with desire all over again. Jonathan genuinely wants to touch you and make you feel good.

Jonathan pushes his boxers down and grabs his cock. You nearly gasp at the sight, the hunger from him ten-folding as you see pre-cum leaking from his darkened tip. He groans and jerks his cock a few times, letting it harden to a point where it's almost impossible to ignore - yet he does. It's almost like he enjoys the waiting, denying himself pleasure until he's rock hard.

Jonathan positions himself on top of you, spreading your legs with his thighs and letting his cock rest on your thigh. He bucks his hips a couple times, smearing pre-cum on your soft skin. He knows he'll have to put a condom on soon, but at least there's nothing to worry about when his dick only touches your leg.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Jonathan tells you sensually while caressing your arm and shoulder. He kisses your neck gently, soothing you, helping you recover from your first orgasm. In return, you caress his back lovingly and melt in his embrace. Feeling his cock twitching against your thigh ignites yet another spark within you that you can't ignore. You wanna touch him so bad. Even though Jonathan just ate you out, you feel hesitant and even shy, unsure if you can touch him or not.

"I've wanted you for so long," The confession slips out of your mouth with ease. "Wanted to feel you inside me... to feel your lips on mine."

"Yeah?" He smiles lazily and kisses your breast, eventually biting your hardened nipple lightly, making you squirm.

"Yesss... I've been touching myself and thinking about you... just the thought of you has made me come harder than ever before," You keep confessing your dirty secrets to him.

"That's my girl," Jonathan is ecstatic to hear that. You're boosting his ego, which maybe is exactly what he needs after his previous lovers.

You moan and close your eyes, feeling pleasure from his words. Jonathan is such a good man, such a damn good man and you think he deserves the world. You want to give him the world if it means you'll get to be like this for the rest of your days. If it means he'll keep calling you his girl. What else could you want?

"Can I touch you? Please..." You ask shyly and look him in the eye.

Jonathan nearly groans at your bashful question. He likes that you're so easily flustered and so so sweet. It feels almost loving, despite it being both of your first time together and both of you feeling insanely aroused.

"Yeah, baby," Jonathan can't deny you when you look at him so sweetly. He looks down at his cock and grabs your wrist, pulling it toward him and encouraging you to touch.

You smile and bite your lip, feeling excited to touch him, at long last. Your wrap your fingers around his thick shaft and gasp softly, finally feeling how hard he is. You can't believe this is happening.

Jonathan clenches his jaw and takes a deep, shaky breath as you touch his dick. He's so sensitive because of how turned on he is right now. "Yeah, just like that..." He murmurs and caresses your hair.

His cock twitches against your palm and you hold it a little tighter. A grin spreads on your face as you collect his pre-cum against your palm and then begin to jerk him off. Slowly at first, afraid you'll hurt him.

Jonathan moans and looks down, wanting to watch your hand working on him. Then he bucks his hips against your palm, slowly but surely succumbing to his needs.

Suddenly, he licks his own fingers, getting them wet. Jonathan reaches down to your sensitive pussy and begins to rub your clit. He matches the pace you use to jerk him off, wanting you to feel good as well.

"Oh mmm..." You moan and spread your legs a little, giving him better access. Jonathan's other hand grabs your hair and he leans in to kiss you sloppily. His breathing is heavy now, panting against your lips as you touch each other, learning what you both enjoy, what makes you squirm and moan.

After teasing your clit long enough to get you ready again, Jonathan pushes his digit back into your wanton hole. This time he pushes it a little deeper, as he can feel that you're wet enough for that.

"Ohh fuck!" The moans keep pouring out as you let him touch you. When Jonathan makes you feel good, it makes you move your hand on him a little faster, squeezing slightly around his sensitive tip and around the base, feeling how his cock twitches and throbs under your touch.

"Oh baby, yeah," Jonathan moans and then pushes another finger inside you. He looks at your face when he does that, needing to see your expression, to know that you're feeling pleasure instead of pain. He caresses your face tenderly as he fingers you deep, making sure you'll be warmed up enough for his cock later.

By now, you're seeing stars. His fingers are deep in your cunt and with every move he makes, you can hear how wet you are. If you weren't so turned on, you might've been ashamed of those noises. Not now. You can only focus on your pleasure and the feeling of his fat cock in your hand. You keep bucking your hips and squeezing his erection for his cum.

Jonathan groans and seems to reach a whole new level of arousal. His eyes darken and he bites your shoulder, fucking into your caring hand desperately. More of his pre-cum oozes out, getting your hand dirty but neither of you care. He feels good and he's not hiding the fact.

Meanwhile, his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it while his index and middle finger curl against your spongy g-spot. It's almost overwhelming, how good he's making you feel. So good that when your hips squirm involuntarily, Jonathan uses his leg to pin your leg down and keep you in place.

"Oh fuck Jonathan! I..I think I'll..I'm coming again..." You cry out and bite your lip. This time the pressure in your stomach feels different, like you might squirt. You feel alarmed at the realization and try to sit up to stop him, but Jonathan keeps going.

Almost like he could read your mind, he looks you in the eye and tells you, "don't worry sweetheart. Let me make you feel good, yeah? Come for me, honey... there's nothing to be ashamed of."

That's it.

His words of encouragement is all it takes for your second orgasm to hit you like a tidal wave. Your body clenches up and for a moment, all you can see is white.

Jonathan keeps rubbing your clit hard as you come, your arousal splashing out of you as he fingers your wet hole.

"Yeah," He smiles, feeling a bit cocky as you squirt all over his fingers and bed. He doesn't care, as he can always change the sheets later. Jonathan fingers you gently and watches your pretty face as you come and twitch from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You're so distracted by pleasure that your hand moves sloppily on his dick for a moment. Jonathan doesn't mind, as he's more than satisfied by watching you in the post-orgasmic haze. He could get used to the sight of you like this, to the sweet whining when he touches your clit even though he knows you're overstimulated and sensitive.

"How are you feeling, pretty girl?" Jonathan asks you and brushes your face, wanting you to open your eyes and look at him.

As you do, you immediately smile. The sight of Jonathan looking at you with so much care melts your heart.

"So good..." You purr and regain your composure, being able to focus on touching him again. By now, you trace the thick veins on his cock, enjoying how even a gentle touch can make him squirm.

"Yeah? You came so well, looking so gorgeous," Jonathan praises you again, which he seems to enjoy doing. He loves it when he can make you squirm with his words alone.

"It felt amazing," You whisper, still finding it hard to believe what happened but the proof is in the way you're pussy is throbbing and recovering from your second orgasm of the night.

"See? There's absolutely nothing wrong with you," Jonathan tells you more seriously, remembering your words from earlier. "You're perfect the way you are and you deserve to be satisfied properly," Jonathan continues and kisses you. His lips taste like your pussy and the realization leaves you breathless. It's dirty but somehow it turns you on even more.

"Jonathan-"

"Mmhmm?" He looks up at you and tries so hard not to lose control as you caress his dick like that. His hips buck up lazily to meet your hand.

"You're too good for me..."

"No," Jonathan shakes his head and brushes his fingers over your clit lazily, just to make you squirm. "You deserve pleasure, baby. It's the bare minimum a guy could give you."

"Mmm.." You look away, feeling a little bit shy as he keeps on sweet talking.

"Sweetheart," Jonathan continues and feels like he can't hold back for much longer, not when you're touching him like that.

"Yeah?"

"You think you're ready for me?" Jonathan asks gently, patiently. As patiently as a man can when the woman of his dreams is naked in front of him and touching his stone hard dick.

The question causes you to grin with excitement and you nod, "Yeah...I want you in me so bad."

Now it's Jonathan's turn to groan as your words bring out a much more feral side of him, something he's kept hidden for so long.

"Okay," He whispers and kisses you one more time, "let me get a condom."

It's physically difficult to pull himself away from you as he reaches for the nightstand drawer, where he keeps condoms, just in case. Even though it's been a while since he's had company, he's prepared. Jonathan grabs a condom and tears the packaging apart, his hands trembling because he's just that aroused. Then he rolls it onto his dick and gives himself a few strokes.

You can't help but admire the view, watching as he touches himself. Never before has a dick looked better to you. All you can think about now is having him buried deep inside you.

"Come here," You smile and gesture at him to come and get you.

Jonathan doesn't have to be told twice. He climbs on top of you and grabs your thighs, pushing them up slightly. Then he rubs his cock against your wet folds, teasing you a little.

"You ready for me?" He asks softly while rubbing the tip against your swollen clit.

"Please Jonathan" You pout, so needy that it almost drives you crazy. You need his dick inside you almost more than you need air at this point.

"Okay, you've got me," He coos and pushes your legs even further apart. He guides his cock to your entrance and then looks you in the eye as he pushes it in. You're so damn wet that it slides in with ease. Jonathan didn't realize he was holding his breath until he sinks into your warm, wet cunt and he gasps in pure pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet," Jonathan grunts and slowly slides in and out of you. His strong thighs tremble with need as he holds himself back, not wanting to pound you just yet. He wants to savour the moment, the feeling of entering you for the first time, the look on your face as you finally have his dick in your sweet pussy.

His thick cock stretches you open so damn nicely, making your walls throb as he forces them further apart. It doesn't hurt, in fact you need even more of him. It's so different from your past experiences. With Jonathan, you're so wet that his thick cock just feels amazing deep inside you and you want more. Wanna feel him against your cervix.

It's hard to hold back. You wrap your legs around his body and begin to buck your hips, fucking yourself on his cock. That's all it takes for Jonathan's restraint to slip. He's not afraid of hurting you when you're fucking yourself onto his cock deeper and harder, so desperate for him. He knows that he can be a bit rougher without hurting you. The sight of you so eager for his cock is one to behold.

"Give it to me! Give your cock to me!" You cry out loudly, lost in pleasure and desire.

Jonathan can't believe his ears. He looks at you in awe as he gives into your demand. With a tight grip on your thighs, he quickens his pace. Jonathan grunts as he feels himself sinking even deeper inside you. He gets a little rough, digging his fingers into your flesh as he thrusts his length inside.

"You like that? Hm? You like having my dick in your sweet cunt huh?" Jonathan asks with a raspy voice, his curls getting messy as he thrusts into you. His tan skin is glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his lips apart as he watches his dick disappear inside you with each thrust. It's better than the damn porn films he's found himself watching lately, which he wasn't proud of.

"Yes! Yes... Yes... I need it, Jonathan!" You mewl pathetically underneath him. He's making you feel so good that you feel angry that you've missed out on this for so long. Now that you know what it feels like to be fucked good, you don't think you can ever get enough of it.

"Oh!" You yelp out as he slips out of your cunt. Jonathan smiles and smacks his cock against your clit, wanting to make you squirm and squeal. He runs it up and down your swollen folds a few times.

"You've been thinking of this haven't you?" He growls and pushes his dick back in hard, only to pull it out again, leaving you empty and throbbing around nothing.

"Mmm yes..." You nod, just wanting him back inside.

Jonathan repeats the action, sinking deep inside and pulling out, making your cunt ache as it has nothing to throb against. When he's fucking you and you're in this aroused state, his action makes your cunt stay open and he repeats it so that your hole doesn't have enough time to relax. It's torturous, but so so good.

After repeating it a few more times, you're squirming and fluttering from being so needy for him to fuck you. Jonathan slaps your clit gently, watching your reaction and then doing it again as he sees a smile on your face.

"Come on, show me how bad you've wanted this," Jonathan tells you. Now that you're this turned on and no longer as shy as earlier, he just wants to encourage you to take pleasure from him.

His words light something inside of you that you didn't know existed. With pleasure, you get up and make Jonathan lie down instead. Once he's comfortable, you climb over him and grab his cock, guiding it to your wet hole. Without hesitation, you sit down on it, letting him spear you open.

"Fuuuck!" You moan deeply and sink down on it as low as you can.

"Oh sweet-" Jonathan gasps and his deep brown eyes roll to the back of his head. He has to take a few breaths to collect himself as you begin to ride him. As your thighs straddle him and you bounce on his thick cock, you can see his abs tensing up. A smile spreads on your face as you keep going, enjoying that you're able to make Jonathan squirm like that.

Jonathan grabs your hips, guiding your movements. His head is spinning from the pleasure he feels, knowing that this is finally happening. He looks down, admiring how your pussy swallows him up so well. It's truly the sweetest sight.

As your thighs begin to burn from bounding up and down on his length, you have to collect yourself. You sit on his dick fully and grind on it, back and forth. Your clit rubs against his body as you do this, causing you moan uncontrollably. It's so damn sensitive that even the lightest touch makes you twitch and squirm.

"Good girl," Jonathan purrs and watches you, "good. Show me how much you like having me inside your pretty little pussy."

"Mmm you're so big, I can feel you so deep inside me," You moan and reach down to touch your clit. As your legs recover, you begin to ride him harder again while touching yourself. It feels so good that you don't care about the ache in your thighs, you just keep going.

Jonathan can't hold back anymore. It feels too good but the desire to dominate you is too strong. He grabs you tightly and turns you over while still inside of you.

"Oh!" You gasp and hold onto him for support. Jonathan makes sure you're in a good position, on your back, as he starts to fuck into you hard. His face is buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusts into you with desperation.

"You're so beautiful..." Jonathan grunts out sweetly while his cock is pounding into your hole, stretching you wide open.

"Ohh..." You cry out, overwhelmed by pleasure, by finally being fucked the way you've dreamt of for so long, while simultaneously being showered with compliments and praise by the sweetest man ever. Your nails dig into Jonathan's back as you hold onto him for support as he rocks your world.

Jonathan groans as his orgasm creeps closer and closer, causing his thrusts to get sloppier. He grabs your tit and starts kneading it, grunting as he feels your soft body responding so well to his touch.

"Oh Jonathan!" You moan, your senses overwhelmed as he toys with your tits roughly yet carefully. He smiles as your nipples harden under his hard touch, admiring how pretty it looks, how the added stimulation makes you moan even louder.

Jonathan then reaches down to your poor clit that has been through so much already. He laughs as you immediately squirm once his fingers make contact with the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Good girl, wanna make you feel good..." Jonathan murmurs in your eat and begins to circle his fingers over your clit sloppily. It's so sensitive and his touch, combined with his cock stretching your walls, is almost too much.

"Don't stop!" You whine and begin to tense up, knowing you'll come again if he keeps going.

And he does.

Jonathan's gaze darkens as he watches you, his goal being to make you fall apart on his cock. His thrusts become a little harder but he keeps the same pace, keeps rubbing your clit in the same direction and with the same intensity without tiring.

"Come for me, honey...I wanna see you come for me when I'm inside you," Jonathan confesses his desires and he kisses the side of your face, not caring about the fact that you're both sweaty at this point. He just wants you. Only you. Jonathan barely even notices it as a stack of books from his nightstand fall over onto the floor because the bed is shaking so much.

Your body feels all coiled up and ready to spring open. You hold your breath again, toes curling as you taste the orgasm that's just out of reach.

"Yeah, baby... come for me," Jonathan whispers in your ear.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out in response. The coil snaps. A million feelings explode inside of you, nearly knocking you out. Each and every muscle tenses up as the strongest orgasm so far ripples out of you. Jonathan smiles and keeps bucking his hips into yours, fucking you through your orgasm.

"Jonathan!" His name echoes through the bedroom as he keeps going. Your body relaxes but it's left so sensitive that now as Jonathan chases his own orgasm, he has to hug you tightly so that you won't squirm away from him. It feels dangerously good, addictive.

Jonathan grunts as his own orgasm comes closer and closer. His strong arms wrap around you, not caring about how hot it is inside or how sweaty you are. Jonathan just wants to be physically as close as possible to you as he comes.

"Oh honey..." Jonathan gasps as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He slams his hips into yours a few more times before burying himself deep inside. His body topples over yours like a weighted blanket as he comes, his cock twitching deep inside you. The condom being the only barrier keeping his load away from you.

Knowing that he has come too makes you happy. You smile tiredly and trace your fingers on his toned back, drawing patterns.

Jonathan is catching his breath, allowing himself to soften inside you for a moment. He's spent, but he couldn't be happier.

As you cuddle and silence falls over the house, everything feels perfect. Like this is how things are meant to be. Jonathan inside of you, listening to your heartbeat as both of you recover from mind-blowing orgasms.

Jonathan opens his eyes so that he can admire how pretty you look right now, fucked properly and satisfied. He caresses your chest and neck lovingly, unable to keep his hands to himself.

"How are you feeling?" He whispers, even when there's no reason to whisper. It just feels right.

You open your tired eyes and face him. A surge of affection for him fills your heart, making you feel floaty and happy.

"I feel wonderful," You reply just as softly, "what about you?"

Jonathan looks so happy and endearing. It's almost hard to believe that moments ago he fucked you into another dimension.

"I... I'm great," Jonathan confesses and runs his thumb across your lips. "I hope that was good for you."

"Good?" You almost gasp, "Jonathan, that was...that was incredible. I've genuinely never felt better."

"Good," Jonathan feels full of pride. He gives you one more kiss before pulling out, causing you to moan. He sees just how swollen and wet your pussy is, since he fucked you thoroughly. It's a hot sight, knowing that he did that.

"Come on, I'll draw us a bath," Jonathan grabs your hand gently, wanting to take care of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get sore. He bends down to kiss your knuckles. "We can cuddle as much as you want after, okay?"

"Sounds perfect."

The bathroom smells of floral bath oils and Jonathan's signature cologne. A couple candles have been lit on the counter. The water is warm as the tub fits two people, you resting on Jonathan's side, your legs entangled comfortably. Jonathan joined you in the bath after changing the sheets and opening a window, letting in fresh air, so the sounds of the washing machine going in the laundry room adds a calming background noise. It's serene.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Jonathan asks gently while kissing the top of your head that rests on his shoulder.

"No," You promise and hug him. The water has rinsed away all the stickiness and sweat, and now your muscles can relax. It feels good.

"I really meant it," Jonathan starts a more serious conversation, "I don't want to ruin our friendship for a one night thing. I care about you. I have for a while."

Just when you thought this man couldn't get any sweeter...

"I care about you too," You confess and lift your head so you can look him in the eye. He looks so soft right now with wet curls and tired eyes. The little freckles on his nose and cheeks stand out in the bathroom lighting.

"I... I wanted to tell you for so long but I didn't know how." You continue.

Jonathan smiles tiredly and caresses your cheek. "Well the cat's out of the bag now," He chuckles, making you smile as well.

"I probably should've taken you out to dinner before this," Jonathan thinks out loud.

You just shake your head, "well we've been friends for a while. I think our hangouts and going out for coffee should count."

Jonathan listens to you and nods, relaxing a little.

"Perhaps I can take you out for dinner as my girlfriend?" Jonathan asks boldly, not wanting to waste time. Sure, it's sudden but you're both adults and... he is sure about you.

"Sounds like a deal," You answer and then squeal out of pure excitement, leaning in to kiss him. Jonathan holds onto the back of your head and kisses you back, overjoyed at the moment. His other hand rests on your hip underwater.

His girlfriend.

You can't believe your luck. Jonathan is yours and you're his. At long last.

"I'm so happy," You whisper and nearly get emotional. For a long time, it felt like men like him didn't even exist. Yet here he is. Holding you so tenderly.

"I know, me too..." Jonathan shares your contentment. There's no place he'd rather be. It feels like life is giving him a second chance.

Once you finish the bath, Jonathan gives you one of his shirts to wear for the night since you didn't pack any pajamas, as staying the night wasn't part of the original plan for the night. He has a spare toothbrush for you, so you can get ready for bed properly with him.

It feels incredible to get in bed. It's already 3AM, as time just flew by when you were in-between the sheets. Right now, the bed smells clean and feels so soft against your tired bodies. Jonathan snuggles up against you and takes a deep breath.

"I hope you remember what page you were on in your book," You tell him as you see the books you knocked over.

Jonathan just laughs and holds you tighter, "I'm sure I'll find the page again. It was worth knocking over."

As you begin to fall asleep against him, Jonathan keeps touching you, rubbing your back and ensuring you won't be sore tomorrow morning. He falls asleep thinking about what breakfast he should make for you, preferably as a surprise in bed.

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A/N: The Jonathan brain rot is real. I really hope you enjoyed this 🧡

[forzaferraris]

NOTHING MATTERS — op81

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! engineering intern! reader

summary: the best way to get over someone who broke your heart is to get under someone else and (unintentionally) break theirs. / inspired by nothing matters by the last dinner party, listen on spotify here !

style: primarily written with a single smau element at the end.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, smut, unprotected sex ((p in v) please wrap it before you tap it)), oral (m! receiving) finger sucking, sub/don undertones but nothing serious, i swear on my life oscar piastri is a grunt and groaner but simultaneously considerably vocal during sex (i will die on that rock), afab! reader, readers kinda uncaring about who she hurts because she’s hurt, reader is referred to as she/her, miscommunication trope, oscar piastri has been in love with reader since the beginning of the season and just assumed one-sided pining. authors refusal to write with capitals, you can pry them out of her cold dead hands.

faceclaim: sofia dirado, although feel free to imagine reader as anyone else.

word count: 4.1k +

YOU WERE NO STRANGER TO HEARTACHE.

you fear it followed you around more often than not, like a dark cloud that covered your entire existence in this bubble of heartbreak that nothing ever felt good to you, nothing was ever worth it. from your parents divorcing after years of suffering in a loveless marriage to every single relationship you’d ever been in never making past the first time you sleep together — you’ve genuinely felt about giving up on life, going so far as to consider a life as a celibate nun or maybe not, perhaps just the life of a girl who burns through multiple packs of AA batteries using her rose toy.

however, when you’d met levi, your first year of finally being allowed to leave the mclaren technology centre to shadow tom stalland during the 2023 f1 season. you genuinely thought this man had reshaped your entire perspective of love, he made love easy, made loving him feel less like a sport and more like a hobby you could never get sick of, being with hom felt like you’d been going through all the “firsts” all over again, like a cheesy romance movie monologue.

and yet, here you are, sat in your hotel room after the japan gp, suzuka has always been your favourite gp to watch and unfortunately for some reason, instead of standing in the mclaren garage doing your job, you’re sat clad in your team clothes (a stark contrast to the white bed linen) and sobbing over a text message paragraph explicitly telling you that levi has decided to break up with you after he fell in love with someone else during the summer break, someone who “rewired his brain chemistry in a ways you could never do.” you want to get angry, you wish you were an angry person, instead when you got angry you cried, when you got too happy or even just laughed too hard you cried, you were a crier.

your heart is heavy, as you scroll through the other woman’s posts, she’s gorgeous, and that’s where you begin your myriad of self deprecating comparisons of you to her. you doom scroll for what feels like forever until you spiral even further down the heartbreak rabbit hole, your attention drawn to the fact that levi had both unfollowed and removed you as a follower at some point between when he said goodnight and then broke up with you the next day. you watch as stories of their summer break spent together is shared and your jealousy sends you into a blind rage that you block the both of them; because ultimately you knew that he will hold her life he used to hold you — for levi was boring, a one trick pony you’re only just now coming to terms with.

your disheveled appearance and self imposed seclusion from the events of the day were not left unnoticed, you’d resigned yourself to just stand on the outskirts, occasionally moving to sit down and watch the screens as the friday practice begun, you’re uninterested, unmotivated and trying your dandiest to not cry, for the sole reason of simultaneously not wanting to draw unwanted attention to yourself and the fact that the mascara you’re bought at the duty free at the airport was most definitely not waterproof.

the good thing was that you’d be in japan for the rest of the weekend, the worse thing was you knew not s language lick of the language — sure you could probably call someone an idiot in japanese thanks to the sheer amount of one piece you’d watched eith levi during days he didn’t want to do anything you had planned or suggested; however, the single knowledge of know the word idiot in japanese will not get her very far. you’re almost too zoned out to notice the first free practice had finished, oscar’s team engineer tom standall dismisses you, tells you that whatever happened before you came to track is to be sorted out before it potentially jeopardises a race and without a word or argument against hai decision you shuffle out of the garage and into the paddock.

“name, hey wait — wait up” a voice you’ve only heard considerable muffled by a racing helmet and through large oversized noise cancelling team gear headphones when you got to play pretend engineer whenever it was during his practice laps and his qualifying laps, it sends a shiver up your spine, always has and you’re unknowing if it always will.

“oscar? hey! you did so good today, from what i say, p3 is so awesome how are you not more elated about that!” you’d found yourself smiling, wide across your face and sinking into the gentle rhythm of the conversation with oscar. the smile he returns is equally as wide as if his whole face were smiling, you want to punch him — the cuteness aggression playing devil on your shoulder.

“oh nah, i am actually it just hasn’t like kicked in gully yet, i’m waiting for the full body visceral reaction i’m about to have,” he pauses for a brief moment, hands itchy to fiddling with something snd find solitude in dragging one hand after the other through his tangled and sweaty hair. “like just, honestly, jesus christ and in japan of all places fuckin’ hell” he seems both simultaneously out of breath and ready to compete in a marathon.

had it not been a considerably formal setting you swore you can picture him jumping up and down on the spot whilst trying to contain all of his excitement, you allow him to be excited not wanting your own mood and misery to overshadow his complete and utter elation at his podium win. it’s the first time in the few days you’d been moping about that the smile you give off reaches your eyes and oscar’s always paying attention to these things, unbeknownst to you of course.

“your excitement is infectious, surely the team have planned something celebratory for you! you’ve gotta celebrate this i’m sure lando is!” you can’t help but practically beam, you’re mesmerised by the excitement the unashamed amount of happiness this boy is oozing and the bitter feeling in your stomach over it all is just barely going by unnoticed.

oscar shakes his head, overs a tiny shrugs and barely gets another word into the conversation you teo ate having before he’s whisked away by the team to be dragged off towards the podium, you watch as he shakes the bottle of champagne onto lando and max. any and all brief untouched moments of happiness are immediately replaced when your phones buzzes, a notification alert from your ring door bell and the video supplied of your now ex boyfriend grabbing whatever stuff he’d left at your apartment. the situation just breaks your heart even further than when with the whole of the mclaren team being called upon for s group shot with both the boys and their podium wins you ignore it and decided you’d had enough of it all.

the hotel’s quiet as you tap your keycard against the inside of your hand waiting for the elevator to come back down, the traffic from the track back to the designated hotel meant you’d wound up leaving just as all the other drivers had and whilst you weren’t in the mood to face anymore interactions you were lucky to bypass the small group of fans loitering in the hotel lobby. the elevator itself is slow, like most and the way your stomach drops at the incline is almost akin to how you felt when you’d first received that break up text at the start of the week.

if there was one thing you were thankful for, it was the fact the hotel had a bar just off the lobby, which is where you’d found yourself, skirt a little too short, shoes a little too high and too the perfect amount of booby that you won’t get in too much trouble but also attract someone willing to take away the ache in your chest for the night.

you’d been sat at the bar for just under an hour, occasionally chatting to some of the other patrons but mostly the bartender herself; the paper straw mushy and impossible to drink out of sits on a napkin as you sip on the glass uncaring or the lipstick mark on the rim or the smudging it does to your own lipstick — in fact you’re hoping something else smudges the lipstick further if the night doesn’t continue to progress as slowly as it is.

“can i get a beer, whatever you’ve got in the bottle and another one of what she’s drinking” there it is again, the chill on your spine and the heightened sense of the hand that brushes past your ear to give the bartender a bank card. every single nerve ending in your body is on fire when the stool beside you in moved and a body now begins to occupy it, perhaps you’re a bit drunk, you’d already had two of these and what if the different alcohol consumption laws you’re unsure how much alcohol is actually in the fruity little cocktail you’d ordered.

“oscar piastri, i thought i told you to go celebrate your podium with lando, why are you still at the hotel?” there is is, a tone you’d never thought you’d use with someone who wass essentially your bosses boss, which therefore makes him your boss, and yet here you are — sultry tone and lips loosened by the alcohol in your system, shamelessly flirting with him.

“well, you see, i’m more of a pub person than i am someone who prefers nightclubs and being touched and bumped into by random strangers, i fear that’s more of a lando thing than my own” oscar laughs, the way he’s relaxed and carefree shows signs he did however, get roped into pregaming with lando beforehand, the neck of the beer bottle sits between his index and middle fingers, a comfortable position one you're sure would feel weird if you so much as tried to mimic.

you fear you're done for when it comes to watching the way his throat bobs as he takes a swig of the larger, it's a japanese brand one you've never heard of nor tried and you can tell oscar hasn't by the way his nose scrunches at the taste, he still continues to drink it though. time seems to float by, growing continually more comfortable with one another to the point you'd sauntered away from the bar stools and are sat perhaps not even an inch apart in a booth in the corner.

"favourite race destination, so far?" "monaco. most definitely, melbournes a close second, but that's just because of a personal bias" "personal bias?" "yeah. . . you."

you'd never thought to combine the flavours of japanese beer and strawberry liqueur, and yet here you were, back-pressed and arched up against the wall beside a hotel room that not yours, the elevator ride was one stop too long to have it be that you'd gone back to your hotel room, hands, not your own, are roaming places never thought to be touched, the bluntness of their nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs has your separating from the kiss to lean your head back and full indulge in the simple pleasures received in this moment. arousal builds when soft lips find the pulse point in your neck, your choice signature scent perfume the most aromatic in that area brings a subconscious reaction from oscar, the thigh between your legs juts up and you also convulse right then and there, your own hands ove from holding the back of his neck to drag through his soft, product-free hair, tugging on the last few strands that slip through your fingers.

the beep of the room door unlocking pulls you to your senses, and a hand tight around your waist drags you inside, you cling onto him in the worst way possible, you can see the smudges of lipstick on the corners of his mouth and god, does he look beautiful. you're unsure for a moment, even if the alcohol had loosened you up a little, you still didn't know how to react around oscar, he's looking at you in a way you can't describe, it makes your stomach flip and you're eager, thighs clenching to distribute the friction of your building arousal. you want his lips on yours again, there's zero space between you, you're simply sharing each other's breath.

his hand finds the back of your neck, tangled in your darkened locks and pulls you back in for a kis, is soft, he must moisturise your brain supplies before it fizzes out, the kiss is messy, all teeth, tongues and spit. you whimper into the kiss, knees buckling, your own hands are on a mission sliding under the hem of his shirt to perfectly feel the warmth that radiates off his skin against your cold hands, you can feel the exact moment your cold touch makes him hiss into the kiss and it finally ignites the fire in your stomach. this is what you want.

you two remain lip-locked until your chest hurts and you've traded the same breath back and forth that it's completely died, when you pull away, you finally take notice of the blown-out pupils staring down at you. his a look entirely of lust, desire, arousal and it shows, especially with the bulge in his pants. your bottom lip finds sanctuary in between your teeth when you raise an eyebrow and one of your hands slips out from under his shirt to palm him through the cargo shorts he'd donned to wear.

if oscar's voice sent a shiver down your spine, the way he groaned at your touch against his bulge chilled you from the inside out, the noise rough and gravelly like he'd not uttered a word in weeks, it's deep and low in his chest that you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't practically flush against him. your hand continues to palm him, making riskier moves as your other hand moves to dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants, you don't wait, you don't even need to ask for permission when his own hands are practically shucking off his own clothes for you.

he looks so gorgeous standing right in front of you, the wet patch you can only assume of precum on the front of his boxers has you licking your lips involuntarily, you try to ignore the voices, fight the urgers but you're but a simple girl, eager to please, that you're flicking your gaze up at him as your sink to your knees, the carpet is soft enough against you but you know better and are already seeing the red marks you'll have the next morning.

oscar looks confused for you in the briefest of moments, your nails dragging along his thighs, soft blonde hairs tickle your finger tips and you bite back the sweet giggle you want to let out as you're finally tugging his underwear down. a moment of shock halts your movement, eyes flicking up and down between oscar's gaze and his cock, tip pink, throbbing and leaking — it's a sight to be seen and you're the one who gets to gaze upon it.

your hand wraps around him, fingers barely meeting at the girth and you moan, can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, your oral fixation working into overdrive, a single flick of your wrist has a louder groan rolling out of oscar's mouth, a quick "fuck" followed after it that as you once again clenching your thighs. your hand sets an easy rhythm, tried and true, one that allows for long strokes at a steady pace and your thumb to swipe between the slit on his tip that has his stomach clenching. his own hand grabs at your hair, both for something to hold onto and to keep it out of our face when you inch closer and allow your tongue to tease his tip with small kitten licks.

"fuck, fuck, name, fuck suck my cock"

the verbalised plea is all you need to finally wrap your lips around the swollen head, the saltiness of his precum mixing with your spit as you moan around him, your tongue swirls around his tip every time you pull back, only to resume bobbing your head and matching the movement of your hand to the pace you set as you take more of him in your mouth, your mouth feels so full and you can practically feel his dick pulse against your tongue when your other hand moves to squeeze his balls.

"holy shit — where did you learn that, fucking hell"

you smile when you pull away, uncaring of the drool that rolls down your chin, oscar seems not to mind either when he's pulling you back up to kiss him, your hand still stroking him slowly. he can taste his pre cum still on your tongue and as someone who'd assumed he wouldn't be fond of the idea, seems more or less enjoying it solely because it's coming from your mouth. his tongue overpowers your own and he's licking in your mouth with such severity that you can feel your own wetness pooling in your panties, had you been horny before you were now basically unbearably horny at this point.

your clothes feel bothersome, and your top and bra come off rather quick once your legs meet the edge of the bed you'd been pushed back against. the cool air of the hotel room meets your nipples and you gasp out once oscar's hot mouth chooses to settle on one and his hand favours the other. it's magic, that's what you can choose to blame it on, with the way oscar's fingers tug and twist one nipple all whilst his mouth and suck away on the other, your back arches up against him when his teeth graze the sensitive bud and you swear you could achieve your first orgasm of the night just from that alone.

his mouth switches to give the same treatment to the other nipple and yours that tug and pull on his hair only urge him on more, whining and desperate and what you want to happen is not happening. you need him, you crave him, you desire him.

"please oscar, fuck me"

there is it, the words oscar had been waiting to hear since you'd kissed him, and who would oscar be if not someone who listened when he was asked to do something. he sits up on his knees, jerks himself a couple of times as he watches you, skirt rugged up to your hips, a perfect picture, a sight for sore eyes, so beautiful, all for him to bare witness too. you back arches, your eager and needy and positively soaked you don't even need to touch yourself to know, your panties are finally pulled off and you hiss at the air that hits your center. you're clenching around nothing, sticky and sweet, eager, he looks up as your and you nods a final confirmation before you supply a weak "please" before his tip is aligning with your entrance and he's sliding in.

the stretch is everything to you, he is perfect, your hand stretching splayed out against the pillow as the tiniest whine falls from your lips, oscar grunts, face and chest flushed, you can hear exactly how we you are just from the squelch when he finally bottoms out and you moan loud enough that if anyone had been walking past the room they would have heard. oscar doesn't move, allowing for your pussy to stretch and get comfortable around him before you nod, rolling your hips to signal him to move and move he does.

"you're so tight, holy shit."

his hips rock back and forth into you, it's slow and sensual something you hadn't expected, your legs shift and wrap around his hips and your body rocks back against his thrusts willing him to move faster. unlike past partners, oscar seems to get the hint almost instantly as he pulls out and shifts slightly, hand holding onto your hips before he's sheathed himself back into you entirely in a singular thrust.

you moan out, toes curling and your legs wrapping around him so tight as if you'd practically become some sex-fueled boa constrictor. you swear his muscles are working overtime as his abdomen flexes with every deep thrust inside you, your body abuzz with electricity, the fire in your stomach scorching as a particular thrust has him hitting your g-spot and your back arching receptively.

in a world where you'd thought this was ever possible, all imaginations and scenarios have proven wrong already as oscar's thumb finds solace on drawing circles on your clit, causing your pussy to clench around him and a hiss to drag itself from his lips. to oscar you feel amazing and the flush on your face perfect evidence of his inability to be shy about telling you so and all you can do is ooh and ahh in return. something pulls in your stomach when he bottoms out in you again, your leg twitches and you're hyperaware that you'd just orgasmed around him, vocalising how it feels and your back arching however, his hips remain relentless only to come to a halt as he pulls out; your words are stopped as you're flipped over with a gentle tap against your thigh.

arms stretched out in front of you and your back arched, give oscar the perfect view to just take a moment to stare at your fluttering pussy, clenching around nothing as you suffer through a partially stunted orgasm. fingers drag through your folds and your body jerks at the sensitivity, the dip between them, pumping in and out similar to the rhythm he kept previous, his middle finger hooks and your face is thrown forward into the pillow as it hits the spongey feel of your g-spot, you gasp out hand white-knuckling the pillow as he focusses his fingers on that one particular spot

"fuck osc – fuck want you back inside me"

you don't bother with caring much about how whiney and desperate you'd begun to sound, throat dry from the gasping and the continuous noises he pulls from you, your tempting him, ass swaying as he chuckles, pulling his fingers out, he coo's at you as you whine to mourn the loss of the feeling, teases you as he slips the tip of his dick through your flushed red folds and bottom out with a quick hard thrust. you scream out, the pleasure perfectly combining with the sudden stretch to make the sweetest mixture of pain and pleasure you'd ever felt and to silence you, the fingers he'd just fucked you with had found the way into your mouth and if there was one thing you were, it was a good girl.

the sounds reverberating around the walls of the hotel room are borderline pornographic, the new pace oscar has set, deep and hard, skin slapping against skin as he practically bounces off you, his free holding your hip steady as your own knees buckle and you can feel the way his dick pulses inside you, the way his movements become sloppy yet still hitting your pleasure spot every time. the fingers in your mouth licked clean of your own arousal now replaced to be covered in your own drool. oscar grunts, his hips snapping against you in a final thurst as he slumps forward to press the most delicate of kisses to the nape of your neck as he feels you up and you cum around him for a second time.

it's messy, whatever hadn't spilt inside you now jerked off onto your back as your knees give out and you slump against the bed. worn out and woozy you're hardly paying attention to oscar cleaning up, the warm washcloth drags along your hot, sticky and sweaty skin in a way that twists your brain and brings out the regret that seeps into your stomach, had your legs not been feeling like they weren't attached to your body you would have scrambled to get dressed and done the walk of shame back to your own hotel room; however, you stay, regretfully.

you don't cuddle, oscar tries not to act hurt about it as you roll over and away from him when he finally climbs in himself. to you this didn't matter, you fucked him, like nothing matters. come the morning you'll be gone before he wakes. because this didn't mean a thing. to you as least.

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[fandom4]

The Eltingville Club X GN! Siblings! Y/n (Platonic)

characters: Jerry Stokes, Pete DiNunzio, Bill Dickey, Josh Levy

tags: fluff, comfort, siblings reader, complexes, problematic family relationships.

Jerry Stokes

• Jerry loves you because you are his older brother/sister!!!

• He likes to play video games with you and watch fantastic movies

• You are his mainstay

• He always knows that he can come to your room and calmly talk about what is bothering him or tell you about his insecurities

• He trusts you very much

• Very clingy

• He knows that you will solve all his problems as much as possible

• One day, he gave you a guitar that you had been saving up for so long. He saved up for it for 2 whole years

Pete DiNunzio

• You are his most beloved brother/sister

• He loves listening to you play the electric guitar. He tried to learn, but he couldn't, so he quit

• You often walk through abandoned buildings together

• You also like to drink beer together and laugh from not funny jokes coming to television

• Sometimes he has a complex because of his monobrow, although he doesn't show it, but you always tell him that it's okay

• He still sleeps with a teddy bear that was given him when he was 6 years ago

• You like to go to concerts of different rock bands

• You also have your own rock band. So what if it consists of two people?

Bill Dickey

• You and him have.... Not an easy relationship, if you can say so. You often swear, but he loves you even though he doesn't show it

• He often drags you to a comic book store where he shows you the best comics

• You like to watch horror movies together. On Halloween, he dressed up in a Hannibal costume and forced you to dress up in a Michael Myers costume

• He's trying to look up to you. Even though he would never admit it

• You often play pranks on each other. One day you opened the door of your room and cold water poured on you. You were beside yourself with rage, but don't worry, you took revenge on him at night

• He is very afraid of the dark. He still comes to your room and lies down next to you, so you can often see Bill lying in bed with you in the morning, hugging you like a baby koala

• As a child, he loved listening to you sing to him. He still loves listening to you. He even recorded your voice on his recorder

• When your parents divorced, you were each other's only support, so you're very attached to each other

Josh Levy

• He likes it when you braid his pigtail or put his hair in a ponytail

• He tells you everything he can

• He reads comics to you and even lets you touch his figurines

• He often complains about his excess weight, but you try to help him. Do you often run in the park, drink water, exercise

• He loves it when you ride him on your bike

• He loves dancing with you just like he did when he was a kid

• He likes to listen to you read. He falls asleep immediately.

• He has a very short temper and often fights with you. But then he immediately runs to apologize when he realized that he had said something offensive.

[leviismybby]

(y/n): "You're an asshole! I am done, I never want to see you again!"

Levi: "I want a divorce and I am taking the kids!"

Erwin pulling the monopoly board away

Erwin: "I think we are going to stop playing now."