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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P8

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

a/n: Did someone say angst? I'm sorry but I had to :( Let's see, things are a little awkward cause Rafe couldn't keep it in his pants, our boy has a new competitor and well... it's a pretty nasty ending ngl. My poor poor y/n I just want to give her a hot chocolate and tuck her into bed. I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the interactions with my writing, it makes me so happy to share my thoughts with you <3

ENJOY YOUR NEW YEARS!!!! STAY SAFE I LOVE YOU ALL XOXO -Lula ♥

warnings: ANGST!!! mentions of rafe's mother who is dead, suggestive behaviour, finger sucking, mentions of giving head, mentions of slitting someones wrists.

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Three weeks had passed since Midsummers. Three long treacherous weeks, since Rafe let things go too far, since he’d taken a step he couldn’t undo. It made him ache with regret, the guilt gnawed at him, biting at his insides every time he thought about that moment in the car when he’d crossed a line he knew changed their friendship completely. Every time he saw her name on his phone or heard her voice, he felt the weight of that night pressing down on him all over again. It wasn’t just about the guilt of what he’d done, though that was bad enough—it was the way he'd let things spiral. He had buried himself in the family business, using it as the perfect excuse to avoid her. The demands of the Cameron legacy were endless, and it’d never been easier to lose himself in it. His father’s expectations were high, and with the constant pressure to maintain the family's image, finding a way to keep away from the girl was easy.

Avoidance had felt like the only answer, but tonight, she’d called him over to meet up. She didn’t specify only sent him a short message;

Princess : Get to mine at 4 please???

Princess : And if Ward tells you to work I’ll come over and slit his wrists :)

He knew she was fed up with his petty excuses, and he couldn't blame her. This was the longest that they’d been apart from each other, the last time being two years ago when she went to Bali for the summer, even then they’d talked every day.

He rang the doorbell as he stood on the girl's porch, hands shoved deep into his pockets fiddling with the empty gum wrapper, trying to relax, but there was no calm to be found.

It's fine, she doesn’t know what you’ve done and she doesn’t remember the night.

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Y/n shoved the container into the little wooden basket, covering it with a red gingham towel. She’d realised that Rafe had been distant with her but she assumed it was his father’s fault. Truth be told she didn’t remember much from midsummers, the last thing being Rafe carrying her to the beach. It’s not that it worried her, she knew she could trust the boy, she always has. Yet the way he was acting with her, short answers, unanswered calls, it made her feel like she’d done something wrong. However, his absence worked in her favour as she knew Rafe didn’t know what she’d planned for the day, the only thing he got from her was a message telling him to come over. Just as she placed the basket near the door, there was a knock.

He raised his hand to the front door, and rapped his knuckles against the hard wood a couple of times again, hoping that maybe she’d forgotten and he could go home. He heard her footsteps walking towards the door, the sound of it unlocking before it swung open to reveal her standing there. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes roamed over her. Her lips drew into a smile as she saw the boy standing there on the other side of the door.

Breathe

“Hey angel baby.” She joked as she opened the door wider for him to come in.

Missed you

“Hey princess” he replied, smiling slightly as he stepped through the door, the sound of it closing softly behind him.

Just stay calm, she’s clueless

“I’m actually ready to go.” She spoke up as she slipped her trainers on her feet breaking the silence between them, standing up straight as she grabbed the basket off the floor and her car keys which lay on the table near the doors. Her eyes landed on the boy standing by the doorway, shoulders at unease.

“You look a little tense, you good?”

Rafe exhaled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the motion awkward, almost unsure.

“Yeah, just... long week.”

He shrugged it off, though the words felt false. His father’s business had been a convenient distraction, but that didn’t make the guilt any easier to ignore. He should’ve stayed away longer- for a brief second, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this. Y/N, still holding the car keys in her hand, tilted her head, studying him. There was an odd quietness in the air, the kind that settled between them like an unsaid word. She could tell something was off. He was too guarded, too distant, and she had learned to read him better than that over the years.

"You sure?" She pressed, taking a small step toward him, her eyes never leaving his face.

“I mean, if you’re not feeling it today, we can always—”

“No,"

Rafe interrupted quickly, a little too fast. He cleared his throat, forcing a more genuine smile this time. "No, it’s fine. Just... a lot on my mind, you know?” He raked a hand through his hair, a motion that felt more defensive than usual. He wanted to tell her. But he couldn’t. It was easier to shut down, to lie, to pretend nothing had changed, that things were still as they were before.

Before everything had gotten well, messy.

Y/N didn’t seem convinced. Her eyes narrowed slightly, the concern evident, but she didn’t push it any further. Instead, she offered him a soft smile, the kind that always made his chest tighten, like she was silently giving him space without making him feel like a complete asshole.

“Alright,”

she said, finally breaking the moment, her voice lighter. “-oh wait…” she spoke up as she jogged quickly to the kitchen, grabbing something in her hand and slipping it secretly Into the basket. He watched her carefully as she grabbed the basket and her keys off the table, his brows raising in slight worry. Why did she have a basket?

“Ok.. I’m guessing you’re not telling me where we��re going?” he asked, as he followed her out to her car.

This is awkward

She shrugged her shoulders as she took the steps down towards her car, opening it up and placing the basket into the back seat, slipping into the driver's seat.

He rolled his eyes at her obvious closed off behavior and opened the passenger seat, getting into the car and instantly being engulfed in the familiar smell of her. He had to swallow down the lump in his throat as he settled, clipping the seatbelt in and turning to her slightly the girl speaking up before he had a chance,

“You’re being weird right now”

“No im not. I’m completely casual right now.” He mumbled out as he raised his brows, fingers fiddling with the buttons on the car, music soon filling the car.

“You’ve never been casual Rafe. And I can tell somethings wrong because you’ve been acting weird ever since Midsummers”

Rafe’s stomach flipped at the mention of that night. He’d tried to block it out, bury it under layers of busy work and fake nonchalance, but Y/N had a way of bringing everything to the surface, whether he liked it or not.

Well shit

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” She asked, voice softer now as she turned to look at him, hands slipping off the wheel to rest in her lap.

For a moment, Rafe didn’t speak. He couldn’t. He was too busy trying to suppress the guilt that surged up, threatening to choke him.

He cleared his throat, trying to mask the panic clawing at him, then forced a shaky smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse, like he was trying to swallow down the words that were begging to come out.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Y/N didn’t look convinced. She was too perceptive and definitely too smart to fall for his half-hearted reassurance. Her silence was enough of an answer, but when he glanced back at her, he saw the crease in her forehead, the slight downturn of her lips. She asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me in, Rafe.”

He knew, deep down, that she deserved the truth, but there was something inside of him that just couldn’t let go. He closed his eyes for a moment, running a hand over his face in frustration.

“I’m fine,” he said, more firmly this time, “Really. Just... dealing with some stuff- family stuff.”

She nodded her head silently as the car hummed with the sound of the engine now, the road beneath them nothing but a blur as they drove, her eyes focused ahead, her fingers gripping the wheel again.

“Right well…” she licked her lips "well, can we stop with this awkward tension then?"

She let out a little laugh, trying to cut through the suffocating quiet. It wasn’t forced, but Rafe could hear the underlying edge of uncertainty in her tone, like she was waiting for him to meet her halfway. She was trying so hard to make this easier for him, so maybe it was time to get his act together. He leaned back in his seat, throwing his arm over her headrest,

"Sorry, I've been so moody lately. Think I’m about to get my period or something," he said to her as his hand came out to place over his stomach. Her hand left the wheel coming to swat the boy on the stomach, to which he let out a small ‘oof’.

“Don’t be a dick Cameron” she spoke out shaking her head, yet she couldn’t stop the smile from rising on her face.

Much better.

“So where are we going anyways?” He looked away from the window to the girl as he leant back in his seat, letting his guard down now.

“Listen. Can you just appreciate my effort Mr . ‘I need to know everything all the time’.“ She spoke back to him as her fingers tapped on the wheel along with the song playing in the background.

He rolled his eyes at her comment, a smirk pulling at his lips. He opened his mouth to throw back a snarky remark at the girl but was cut off,

“Stop bitching Rafe”

She rolled her eyes at him as she turned off the main road, wheels grumbling against the stony road. The boy let out a huff as she scolded him, yet his heart fluttered as he looked away out the window, satisfied they were back to being themselves. As they drove Y/n’s phone buzzed in the cupholder, her eyes flickered down to the lit up screen before ignoring it and looking back up at the road, it buzzed again.

Then again

The repeated buzzing of her phone in the cup holder caught the boy’s attention, turning the smirk on his lips into a frown.

“You gonna get that?” He asked quietly, turning to look at her, eyes taking in the way her fingers were starting to tap the wheel impatiently.

“No I don’t drive and tex-” she watched as the boy quickly snatched up the phone looking at the screen.

“Hey!” She protested.

He chuckled slightly at her protest to his move, staring at the phone; it took him a second to register the name of the person blowing up her phone, frowning almost instantly,

“Why is Cooper texting you?”

“It’s nothing.” She diverted the conversation.

The truth was that her and Cooper had been talking more than she thought they would be in the past week, and Rafe’s absence, well she did miss him but it did make it easier for her to get to know the boy a bit better.

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He grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the dance floor before she could protest.

“Come on, we’re dancing now.”

Y/N laughed, stumbling slightly as he tugged her along. “I told you, I can’t dance,” she said, half protesting, half entertained. “I’m more of a ‘stay in the corner and judge the people who actually can’ kind of person.”

Cooper shot her a mischievous grin. “Oh, no way. You’re not getting out of this that easily. I’ve seen you at parties, Y/N. You’ve got moves.”

“You’ve seen me at parties?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her voice playful.

“That’s a little creepy, don’t you think?”

Cooper only shrugged as he pulled her along. “Creepy or not, I know what I’m talking about. You’re not fooling anyone. Let’s see you break out some of that hidden talent.”

Before she could respond, the boy spun her, his hand lightly resting on her waist as he twirled her around with more confidence than actual skill. Y/N stumbled a little, laughing as she tried to regain her balance. “I told you I can’t do this,” she teased, but her voice was light, the playful tension between them clear.

“You’re fine,” Cooper said, laughing too as he pulled her closer again.

“Yeah, right,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “I think I might need a lesson or two.” She rested her hands on his shoulders, a hint of flirtation in her tone.

“I guess I could be convinced to teach you... for a price.”

Cooper looked down at her, raising an eyebrow hopefully to her as she spoke up,

“Oh yeah? And what’s the price?”

“Maybe your number…?”

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He raised his brows, now feeling an emotion other than guilt which seemed to disappear the instant he saw the boy’s name, .... anger, …jealousy? They’d been talking and he had no idea about it?

He didn’t like it. At all.

His grip on the phone grew tighter as he looked at her, his eyes almost glaring,

“Bullshit”

“Jesus Rafe, I’m just talking to the guy. It’s not like I’m sucking his dick.” She rolled her eyes at him scoffing. His attitude from the moment they met this morning had been off and now it was just getting worse and it was starting to irritate her.

His eyes widened at her words, clenching his jaw to stop himself from saying anything stupid. The image popped into his mind again, of her on her knees, yet this time it was different because he hated it.

“Well, it wouldn’t surprise me”

He said, his voice low, almost a growl, but heavy with sarcasm and bitterness. Y/N froze. Her mouth parted in disbelief, eyes wide.

“Excuse me?” she said, her voice sharp with confusion.

“You heard me.”

The words left his mouth with an edge that made his insides twist, but he couldn’t stop himself. He knew what he was saying was childish and irrational. But he couldn’t care less. If there was one thing he couldn’t do, it was accept the fact Cooper of all people was getting her attention and she wasn’t telling him about it.

She finally shook her head, the frustration clear in her voice. “What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?” Her words hit him like a cold slap, cutting through the fog of his jealousy for a moment.

“You’ve been acting weird all day, but now this? I’m just talking to him. He’s my fucking friend, okay? I didn’t know I needed your approval”

He wanted to apologize, to backpedal, but his pride kept him rooted to the spot. Instead, his thoughts simply spiralled, and before he could even make sense of what he was feeling, he blurted out,

“I don’t care if he’s your friend,” his voice tight, his frustration seeping through.

“You didn’t tell me about him. That’s what I care about.”

“You haven’t spoken to me for three weeks!?”

Her voice broke slightly on the last word, a mix of disbelief and frustration lacing it as she brought the car to a stop, shifting it into park, stopping just outside an opening of trees. She undid her seat belt. He got out of the car after her, irritation still thrumming through his body. He slammed the door shut with probably a little more force than necessary and followed her out into the trees. Basket in her hand she whipped around to look at him after she heard the car door slam. His jaw was clenched tight, his arms crossed across his chest as he stared down at her. Every bone in his body was thrumming with anger and annoyance, every cell in his brain screaming at him to say the stupid, irrational things he was thinking but instead he settled for shooting her a glare,

“And now you bring me out to the middle of nowhere. What are we doing out here?” He all but spat out.

“Can you not?”

She spoke softer now, no longer angered by his fury but more upset, she’d gone out of her way for him and he was being cruel, incredibly cruel.

“I’ve tried to organise this for you because I've missed you. And you’re treating me like some shitty ex you don’t want to see.”

He was about to say something stupid again, but he bit it back before the words could leave. The disappointment in her eyes made his chest tighten painfully, but the jealousy and anger was burning through his chest, and he couldn’t get it to stop.

“I’m sorry I just-”

“-talk to me please?”

“I’ve just been-” he looked at the girl, he knew he had to admit to her so he might as well tell her what’s been going on, there’s nothing else he could say.

“-struggling with my counselling”

You’re a fucking liar

“Oh...” she placed the basket on the floor, arms wrapped around the boy as she noticed him avoiding her. She rubbed his back slowly as she spoke,

“It’s okay i’m sure that there som-”

You’re sick

Her words faded, dissolving into a quiet hum in his ears. All he could focus on was the softness of her, her warmth, the way her body seemed to melt against his, trying to soothe him, to reassure him that everything would be okay; but the more she held him, the worse it got.

“Right?” She looked to him head tilted slightly

What?

“Uh yeah.” He nodded back as he watched her take a step back from him, his hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, his skin having gotten hot under his touch. Although, however much he tried to push away the burning question he couldn’t stop himself and the words tumbled past his lips,

“Why are you talking to him?”

He asked gruffly, slowly rubbing a hand across his face before looking down at the ground.

“Why can’t I talk to him Rafe.” She spoke with a gentle voice.

What is going on right now

“I just-“

“Can we drop this please?” She looked up to him “-it’s just going to ruin our day…”

Y/n was starting to think that the day was already ruined, maybe this whole outing was a bad idea, maybe she should’ve just taken him to the country club..? That would’ve been easier. The usual routine- drinking, mingling with people, keeping the conversation light and predictable. At least that way, she wouldn’t have to deal with this awkwardness, with his brooding silence and the strange, almost hostile energy he was radiating.

He’s being so… bizarre?

“Let's drop it..” He muttered out clearing his throat, breaking the silence which lingered between them. If he was going to be with her for the next few hours he guessed it was time he started being a little less, irrational. She nodded as she leant over to pick up the basket, head turning back to look at him.

“You coming?”

“I’m coming.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his muscles starting to relax a little as they walked deeper into the trees together. The rustling of leaves beneath their feet was the only sound between them now, the sharp crack of twigs beneath his boots grounding him in the moment. It was quiet, and for the first time in a long while, the air between them wasn’t thick with tension. Maybe it was the isolation of the forest or the way the sunlight filtered softly through the trees, but something felt less suffocating. Y/n occasionally bumped her shoulder into the boy’s as they walked, easing the tension between them. They walked a while out before she stopped him turning around and facing him.

“Okay so…” She looked down to the basket in her hands before up to him rocking back and forth on her heels slightly.

“I kinda sorta need to like…. Blindfold you…?”

She said, her voice trailing off. His brows shot up in surprise at the request.

Blindfold?

His mouth opened slightly as he tried to process what she was asking. The moment was so unexpected, so out of nowhere that his mind had to catch up with the words. His gaze flicked from her face to the basket she was still holding.

“You wanna blindfold me?” He asked, an amused tone in his voice.

“Yeah…” She spoke out hand reaching into the basket and pulling out a silky scarf of hers which she held up. She had to purse her lips to stop herself from smiling. He chuckled as he watched her hold up a scarf, his eyes flickering from the item in her hands back to her face.

“Why exactly do you need to blindfold me princess?” He asked, eyes narrowed curiously.

“It’s a… surprise?” She spoke out as she placed the basket down onto the floor.

His eyes flickered from the basket on the ground, to the scarf in her hands and he took a step closer to her.

“A surprise” he repeated back to her, his eyes trained on the scarf she held up.

“So..?” She spoke out as she rounded to stand behind him placing the silk material in front of the boy.

He shook his head humorously as she stood behind him, hands gently touching his shoulders. He couldn’t help a slight shiver run through his body at her proximity, he leaned back slightly, his head tilting back to look at her,

“Alright, whatever you say..” He said quietly, more than a little bemused by the situation.She lifted the scarf to his eyes covering them and tying it gently.

“S’this okay?”

He closed his eyes as the soft material of her scarf was placed over them. The sudden loss of sight made his other senses kick into overdrive, and he shifted in his spot slightly as every brush of her fingers felt heightened.

“It's fine princess”

She let out a hum in response as she picked up the basket taking his hand and leading him forward. He felt the subtle pressure of her hand in his, her palm fitting so perfectly against his, his large calloused fingers intertwined with her smooth ones. He let her guide him forward, his eyes covered by the scarf meaning he had to trust her completely.

"Careful," she mumbled, her voice a soft and breathy as she guided him through the dense forest. He felt her fingers tighten around his for a moment, pulling him a little to the left, avoiding an unseen obstacle. They came to a stop and she dropped his hand slowly and turned to him,

“M’kay you can take it off…” She said, her voice quiet, laced with an unspoken anxiety that she couldn’t quite shake.

Rafe reached up and pulled the blindfold from his eyes. The cool air hit his skin, and briefly he blinked against the light, his vision adjusting slowly to the shift in brightness.

It took him a moment, but when his eyes finally cleared, he looked ahead—and then froze.

His gaze swept over the sight before him, as though he were unsure if he was hallucinating. They were standing in a small clearing in the middle of the trees, but the thing that really caught his attention was the small, weathered wooden structure standing in front of them, tucked away amongst the trees. It leant just slightly to one side, the paint faded the colors dulled by time. It wasn’t much with only a small set of steps leading up to its door, but there was something undeniably nostalgic about it. Fairy lights were strung lazily by the door, which was cracked open just a bit, inviting, like it had been waiting for them to return.

"Surprise,"

she whispered, and the boy heard the smile in her voice before he even looked at her.

This wasn’t just a hut. This was their hut.

No way

The one they had found together when they were kids, hidden away in the woods. The memories came rushing back with startling clarity, those summer afternoons when they would sneak away from everything, from the adults, to build their own little secret place to get away.

"How did you… " He stuttered out in amazement, his eyes flickering from the building back to her face.

“Took me a while.”

She spoke as she took a step towards the door encouraging him to push it open.

“Go on,” she said, a small, nervous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “It’s just like we left it.”

He gently pushed the old door open, creaking loudly as the hinges moved, and stepped through the doorway. He let out a sound of disbelief as he stepped further into the hut, his head swiveling, eyes wide, scanning every familiar corner. She followed after him a few steps behind to give him space. The shelves were still filled with their old toys and colouring pencils in old faded tins, football and kite stacked all atop each other, old baby dolls sitting side by side, frilly lace dresses covered in layers of dust. Everything was scattered across the shelves, jumbled together as if time had forgotten to organize them. She walked over to the small table in front of an old rickety couch, its fabric faded and worn from years of use. She placed the basket she held on top of it as she watched the boy admire their childhood playground.

He was still in a daze, his eyes flickering across the familiar surroundings of the old hut, his mind awash with memories he hadn’t thought about in years.

“This is…”

He paused, searching for the right words, though none seemed to quite capture the enormity of what he was feeling.

“Wow,” He finally said, his voice tinged with amazement. He ran a hand through his hair, still a little shaken by how much this place had stirred inside him.

“I can’t believe you brought me here.”

She watched him as he stopped near the wall, his gaze settling on an old picture that hung there, slightly crooked, the frame worn with time. It was when they were all much much younger; Rafe, Y/n, Topper and Kelce all standing and staring at the camera striking silly poses. The girl had her hands up behind Rafe’s head, making bunny ears as she flashed a mischievous grin at the camera. The boy, in turn, had his tongue sticking out, eyes wide with that gleam of carefree innocence. Rafe’s breath caught in his chest as he took in the photo, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, he couldn’t help it. It was a sound of genuine amusement, a laugh that felt like a brief, joyful release from the weight he’d been carrying. He stepped closer to the picture, his eyes lingering on the faces of his friends, all of them so young, before life had gotten so complicated. He reached up, running a hand along the picture frame, looking at the dusty picture, his finger coming out to whip across the glass to see it clearer.

“We were so dumb.”

He laughed again, but this time there was something bittersweet in the sound. Y/n watched his reaction, the tenderness in her gaze softening as she joined him by the picture. She could see the way his expression shifted, how the laughter had faded just slightly as he took in the nostalgia, the way his eyes lingered on the frame.

Y/n walked up standing closely to the boy as she looked at the picture above, her, Rafe and his mother. All three together, the older woman’s arms wrapped around the two kids with a wide smile as she’s crouched next to them holding them close. A small smile lifts on the girl's lips before her eyes flicker back to the boy. He felt her presence next to him so close their shoulders were pressed together. His eyes were on the picture, taking in his mother, all of them smiling together. It felt like a lifetime ago.

"I remember this picture"

His voice was quieter than he intended, a low murmur as he glanced down at the girl. The sadness that settled in Rafe’s chest was something he couldn’t escape. Even now, all these years later, his mom's absence felt like a heavy, lingering shadow over everything.

“So do I.”

She spoke softly and reached up without thinking, her hand brushing over his arm as she spoke. It was a small gesture, but one that carried a sense of comfort.

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June’s laughter was soft, musical, and it rang in the air, soothing, like a lullaby. Her arms were wrapped around her son, pulling him close to her; Rafe, barely old enough to appreciate the moment for what it was, squirmed a little in his mother’s embrace. He’d never liked posing for photos, always too restless to stay still, but by his mother’s side he seemed to calm.

“Come on baby, just one picture,” she coaxed gently.

Y/n stood off to the side, hands gripping wildflowers she had picked earlier, the brightly coloured flowers vibrant in her grasp. The woman, sensing the silent observer, turned her attention toward the small girl, who was still standing by the door of the hut, looking at them.

"Y/n, come on," she beckoned her with a warm smile. She hesitated for a moment, then walked forward, her small feet shuffling in the dirt as she came closer to Rafe and his mother. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but there was something comforting about the way his mother reached out to her, as if she was a part of their family.

“Look at those flowers,” June said, her voice light and filled with affection as she gently cupped the flowers in the little girl’s hands. “They’re so beautiful.”

“They’re for you,”

The girl replied softly, her eyes lifting to meet June’s after lingering on the small flowers on the woman's dress. “I thought you’d like them...”

June’s eyes widened in surprise and delight, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Well, thank you, sweet girl,” she said, a hand resting on Y/n’s shoulder for a brief moment, the touch gentle and full of warmth before her finger pops out to ‘boop’ the girl on the nose, the child giggling in response.

“These are perfect.”

Rafe, who had been watching the exchange between the two, let out a small smile lift to his lips. Something about seeing his mom with Y/n made him feel... content. He didn’t have the words for it, he was only six years old after all.

June adjusted the camera sitting on the wooden steps near the door of the hut, then glanced at the two of them.

“Alright you two, ready for the shot?”

Rafe, who had been shifting from one foot to the other, suddenly stopped and looked up at his mom with big, expectant eyes.

“Do I look good mom?” he asked, holding his arms out to the sides like he was presenting himself for approval. The woman couldn’t help but laugh softly, her heart melting at how seriously he was taking this.

“Oh, you look great my handsome boy,” she said, her tone playful.

Rafe grinned, looking pleased with himself, June turning to Y/n with a teasing eye roll gesturing back to her son, the younger girl sending her a bashful smile.

June pressed the camera button, setting the timer, “Alright, on three…” then jogged over to the two children, kneeling down behind them and pulling them closer to her in a hug. Rafe wiggled a bit, trying to stay still long enough for the picture, while Y/n leaned into June’s side, her small smile soft and content.

“Say cheese!”

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"She was happy in that picture”

“She was always happy with you.”

She spoke comfortingly before talking his hand and leading him towards the couch gesturing for him to sit down before she crouched down next to the basket pulling the towel off the top. He smiled slightly at her words before doing as she asked, the couch creaking slightly under his weight. His eyes flickered to the basket, watching as she pulled the towel off the top.

“Close your eyes,” she spoke out as she looked up to him.

His corner of his lips twitched up her orders, he let out an amused hum before obliging, shutting his eyes tightly. The sound of a lighter clicking, once, twice filled the room before the couch dipped as she sat next to the boy.

“You can open your eyes,” she spoke ever so quietly.

Rafe’s head turned slightly towards her, his eyes flickered under her instruction, slowly opening his eyes to take in the sight in front of him. The girl sat next to him, plate in hand which held a small cake with 5 lit candles on top of it. It was lined with white icing and small cherries sat on each piped swivel of the icing around the cake. His eyes flickered to the cake in her grasp, the soft flickering of the candles making the her glisten in the dim room.

"Is that for me?"

He asked quietly palms feeling clammy. Y/n looked to the boy a sheepish smile on her face as she nervously spoke out,

“Um- happy 5 months clean.”

...

She didn’t know if the boy even knew that she’d been tracking his progress. She cared about him, of course she did he’s her best friend, so when he’d told her he was stopping his relationship with the drug she observed him, although she doubted he’d noticed as she did so in silence. She’d noted each month that passed, a little star on her calendar, and now that she hadn’t seen him in a while, she thought it was a good idea to do something small to show him, that she had noticed. A wave of shock ran through him as she spoke out the words. He was stunned.

“You’ve been counting?”

He felt his heart start to thump harder in his chest, his eyes flickering from the cake to her face, slightly taken aback at the gesture.

“I-” she started to worry, overthinking that she’d overstepped a boundary,

“I thought that I’d uh-”

His heart thumped harder against his chest, beating rapidly in his chest due to a mixture of shock, surprise and… something else, an emotion he couldn’t quite name yet. Y/n, noticing his hesitation, quickly began to pull back, her fingers fidgeting nervously around the edge of the plate.

“I shouldn’t have— I mean, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or—”

She stammered, her voice quiet and unsure, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

“I just thought it’d be... nice. You know? To mark the day.”

Rafe’s throat tightened. He hadn’t expected this, he thought, maybe foolishly, that no one cared enough to notice the small milestones he was too proud or embarrassed to admit to. But here she was. “Five months, huh?” He let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

“I didn’t even realize.”

Y/n’s eyes softened, a quiet relief settling over her features as she relaxed slightly. The tension that had gripped her melted, and she leaned back into the couch with a small exhale.

"I’m proud of you, Rafe."

The words hung in the air between them. The phrase didn’t seem to fit him, it felt foreign, strange, like he was standing in a moment that didn’t belong to him. People didn’t say that to him. They never had. He’d spent most of his life either fighting to prove he was worthy of anything, or pretending he didn’t need anyone to tell him anything at all. His heart skipped again. It wasn’t the first time someone had said that to him, but somehow, with her, it felt different. More genuine. Less like a platitude and more like a truth. He smiled, a real smile this time, one that didn’t have to hide behind sarcasm,

“Guess I should be proud of myself too, huh?”

Y/n's laughter was light and, like a soft wind brushing against his skin. “Yeah. You should.”

“Didn’t think I’d make it this far.”

Rafe shifted again, his chest feeling tight in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t used to feeling like this—vulnerable, raw, with someone else’s belief in him resting so heavily in his lap.

She gave him a gentle smile, her expression tender.

“But you did.”

Now as she was sitting beside Rafe, hearing him speak those words, something inside her clicked. Her mind briefly flickered to her brother, and the wave of grief that had followed his overdose. In a strange way, she’d felt more connected with him today than she had in a long time. There had been no ‘five months clean’, no cake, no candles, they never had the chance; so being here with Rafe, celebrating his progress, somehow felt like a way of moving forward, a kind of redemption she hadn’t known she needed. Her heart tightened in her chest, and a lump rose in her throat as the weight of the moment settled over her. She had never told Rafe how much this meant to her, when he first told her he was going to quit she expressed her support, but never truly told him how much it mattered to her, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Now’s not the time for this

She cleared her throat slightly looking down at the plate in her lap, lifting the plate up towards him passing the boy the cake, candles still flickering against the white frosting.

“You should make a wish.”

“I’m not really the ‘wish’ type.”

Rafe looked at the cake, his eyes rolling at the girl’s childlike antics, his lips quirking up slightly, he stared at the flickering flames for a beat, and Y/n could see him thinking.

“Maybe you should be,” she teased gently, nudging his arm with hers.

“I wish-”

“No!”

The girl exclaimed loudly, cutting him off eye’s wide, “can’t say it out loud or it won’t come true.”

Rafe couldn’t help but raise his brows at her theatrics, “Alright, alright, relax” he said, “I’ll keep it to myself.”

He glanced back down at the cake, the soft glow of the burning candles reflecting in his eyes. His mind wandered. He turned his gaze back to her, his lips parting slightly as if he was about to speak—but then he stopped. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his eyes tracing the outline of the cake.

I wish you knew how much you mean to me.

Without waiting, he leaned in and blew out the candles with a quick puff of air, the small flames disappearing in a soft wisp of smoke. Y/n let out a little cheer- more of a giggle- an unexpected sound of pure joy. She clapped her hands once, as if the moment deserved a celebration.

“You made a wish and everything,” she teased, her voice light and playful now. Rafe’s chuckle was low, a smile tugging at his lips,

“Guess I did,”

The girl next to him shuffled around in the basket on the table,

“Don’t know if it’ll come true,” he added, “but I think it’s a pretty good one.”

Wonder what he wished for.

She pulled out two forks holding them up for the boy to see.

“Sooo.. d’you want some cake?” she spoke, Rafe chuckled again, his hand reaching out to take one of the forks, fingers brushing lightly against hers.

"I suppose we gotta try hmm?" he reached out and took one of the forks, before looking down at the cake in front of them, eyeing the little red cherries. She took the fork in her hand and digged it into the cake then held it up to the boy in an offering,

“First bite?”

He looked at the fork in her hand, before looking up at her face, the eagerness in her eyes making his heart thump in his chest. He let out a small hum before he spoke out in a somewhat joking manner,

“Are you feeding me?”

“You got a problem?”

She raised her brow playfully. He let out a small huff in response, his eyes flickering over her face. He let a slow smile spread across his face.

"No, I have no problem with that at all princess."

He replied, opening his mouth waiting for the bite. She brought the fork towards him watching as his lips wrapped around it tasting the dessert piled on it. He held a gaze on her as his lips wrapped around the fork, taking a bite of the cake. He pulled the fork from his mouth, letting out a small hum as the sweetness of the treat coated his tongue. He let out a content hum, a small smile still on his face.

"That’s real good." He mumbled out swallowing, his eyes flickering to the cake on the plate in front of them.

“I’d hope, worked my ass off on it” She rolled her eyes teasingly at him as she took some of the sweet cream onto her finger licking it off letting out a satisfied hum. He couldn’t help but watch her lick the sweet cream off her finger. The action making his brain go slightly fuzzy and making his heart thump faster. The sight in front of him was so… innocent, but it was still making his brain buzz with something else.

Stop that

"I bet you did princess," He said, eyes glued to her still licking her finger.

“Is it up to standard?” She asked as she watched him lift another fork full to his lips. He finished eating the bite of cake as she spoke, swallowing it down and licking the lingering sweetness from his lips. He hummed out a small response as he looked at her.

“Yeah, never knew the kook princess was a little baker.”

She shook her head at his comment hand coming out to shove his shoulder. He grabbed the other fork again, his eyes flickering back to her face,

“Come here”

She leant forwards at his request, as he took his fork and ran it along the edge of the cake, scooping up some of the cream it was covered in, coating the end of the fork. He lifted it and held it in front of her mouth, an expectant look on his face as he watched her. She parted her mouth as he raised the fork to her, her lips wrapping around the sweetness coating the metal. He couldn’t help the sharp inhale he took as her lips closed around the fork, his heart thumping rapidly at the action. He pulled the fork slowly from her lips, a slow smile spreading itself across his face as he stared at her.

“Taste good?”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed back, “I should probably start a bakery, what about ‘The Sweet Spot’?" She questioned tapping her fork against her lip in mock thoughtfulness. Rafe’s face immediately lit up with amusement, his eyes widening like he’d just heard the most ridiculous thing.

“The Sweet Spot?” he repeated, his voice humoured. “Sounds like a place where people go to get more than just cake.”

Y/n threw her head back with a laugh, but there was a glimmer of challenge in her eyes. “What’s wrong with ‘The Sweet Spot’? It's catchy!”

Rafe shook his head, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Catchy?” he teased. “You’re setting yourself up for a whole different kind of clientele with that name.”

She shook her head finger taking some of the cake frosting on her finger,

“Hey you’ve got a little-” She smudged the cream onto his cheek letting out a giggle. He felt the cream hit his cheek and he let out a chuckle, looking at her with raised eyebrows,

“Really princess?”

She shrugged her shoulders playfully, licking the rest of the cream off her finger and popping a cherry into her mouth with a grin. He let out a small, somewhat incredulous scoff as he shook his head slightly, the amusement clear on his face. She was acting so innocent and yet…

Stop

"You're a brat" He stated teasingly, a small smirk still tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” She raised her brow at him as she watched the boy wipe some of the cream off the cake and onto his finger moving it towards her,

“Rafe!”

He let out a small huff of laughter,

"Relax"

He said in a somewhat innocent tone, but his eyes gave away his playful intentions as he held his finger up to the girl’s mouth.

Just as she moved forward to lick the cream off his finger the boy pulled his hand back at the last second, watching with a sense of satisfaction as the cream got smeared on her cheek. Her gasp made a small shiver run through his body, making his heart thump faster in his chest

“You have something on your face princess” He teased, the amused smirk back on his face.

“Rafe!”

She exclaimed as she sat back from the boy in surprise. She suddenly moved forwards taking a large wipe of the cake onto her fingers and pushed it against his cheek, he barely had time to register her grabbing a handful of cake off the plate.

“Really Y/n?”

He said with another huff of a laugh, his arm reaching around her waist, she squealed as he pulled her closer to her, smudging the cake all over her cheeks now, spreading it across her skin as a small grin appeared on his face.

“You look messy princess.” He said in an amused tone

“You're such a dick,” she laughed at him as she leant against the boy, his hand now covered in cake, the plate laying on the couch next to them. He could feel the cake getting smeared everywhere as she leant against him, but he couldn’t care less.

“I’m a dick? You started this”

He stated in a somewhat mock offended tone, his arm wrapped around her as they both sat there covered in cake. Y/n looked at the boy’s hand as he held it by her face, not wanting to get any of it on the sofa. He felt her look down at his outstretched hand, not wanting to dirty the sofa. His blue eyes met hers, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it vibrating in his ears. As he looked at her soft expression, he got a sudden idea. He mumbled out quietly,

“Open your mouth”

She swallowed, looking from the boy's eyes, her gaze landed on his hand, long slender fingers with the white sweet cream clung to them, tempting and indulgent. As his hand lifted to her face and she parted her lips for him. He let out a small, shaky breath at her action. He slowly closed the distance, his long slender fingers pushed into her mouth, coating her lips and tongue with the sweet cream as his heart thumped in his chest. As her lips wrapped around his fingers, an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction surged through him at the feeling, her hand came up to wrap around the boy's wrist; she didn't know what was taking over her as she moved.

What am I doing

He let out a hum as her mouth worked on his fingers, a soft sound catching in his throat as he caught her eyes looking up to him. He moved his fingers slowly in and out past her lips, feeling her tongue on his skin, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He felt a shiver of pleasure run through him, igniting something in his brain. He could barely think, his brain fuzzy and filled with sinful thoughts of her. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, licking off the cream that coated them savouring the taste, her breathing had picked up ever so slightly as she looked up to the boys eyes who were boring into hers. He groaned softly at the feel of her tongue caressing his finger, and his eyes met hers.

Fuck me

He could feel heat begin to build within him, a mixture of desire and need. His eyes watched her intently, taking in the sight of her. Rafe swallowed slightly, his throat suddenly dry as he pulled his hand away from her, a light string of spit momentarily connecting his finger to her lips. The girl leant forwards slightly, her eyes flickering down to his lips and he was suddenly hyper-aware of her closeness to him, the way he could feel her breath on his skin. Rafe’s breathing was now ragged and uneven, and he felt himself leaning closer to her, his gaze falling to her lips, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. He imagined the way they would give under the pressure of a kiss, soft and inviting, making it harder to concentrate on anything but the urge to close the distance between them. He wanted to trace the line of her lips with his own, feel their warmth, and taste whatever sweetness lingered there. He could feel the tension between them, thick and electric, and he knew he should pull away, he should stop this before it went too far, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when he wanted her so badly, not when he could almost taste her on his tongue.

Y/n felt light headed as she pushed herself closer to the boy, her hand resting on his upper thigh as her gaze darted up to meet his eyes, inches away from his face. Rafe could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

“Y/n”

He mumbled out barely audible as he watched the girl’s tongue dart out to wet her lips. He could feel his resolve weakening, the reason and rationality fading as the pull of desire became harder and harder to ignore.

He wanted her, needed her… in a way he never had before.

What the fuck am I doing.

What am I doing?

This is my best friend

Yet even as her conscience screamed at her she didn’t pull away, she wouldn’t, she’d wanted this for too long.

The sight and the sound of her slightly breathless made something inside Rafe stir, the line between best friends and something more beginning to blur. The realization of what they were doing suddenly hit him, a pang of guilt mixed with desire flowing through him. She was his best friend, she was supposed to be just his best friend, nothing else. He couldn’t do this.

“We shouldn’t”

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she heard him speak out. His words hung in the air, the space between them suddenly feeling miles wide. She felt sick, and she couldn't tell if it was because of the amount of cake she'd consumed or because her best friend, whom she'd been pinning over for years, didn't want her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could barely move, as if the air itself had thickened, the boy sat back slightly putting distance between them.

-what?

The confusion crashed into her like a wave. Her mind scrambled for some explanation- anything to make sense of what had just happened. Had she misread something? Had she been too obvious? The nagging feeling that she might have let her feelings show too clearly, too soon, clawed at her, but that didn’t make sense. He’d leaned in.

He had leaned in.

He felt his heart sink as he’d pulled away from her.

Fuck

He watched as she sat motionless, her eyes searching for his, his stomach twisting and turning at the sight. He wanted her, more than anything, but he couldn’t risk ruining what they had, their friendship, the last stable thing in his life. He felt guilt coursing through him.

She blinked, trying to focus, but her mind was in a fog. She could see him, sitting back slightly, his gaze lowered, the distance between them growing, and it was like the walls around her were closing in. She couldn’t breathe.

Is he rejecting me?

Her throat tightened, and she almost choked on the lump that formed there. No, that wasn’t possible. Not after everything. After all the years of being close, of leaning on each other, laughing, sharing moments—this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was meant to be her moment. She had dreamt about this so many times, imagined it in a thousand ways.

But never like this.

He watched her expression, seeing the flash of disappointment and pain in her eyes. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to push her away, but he couldn’t give in, he couldn’t do this to her

He didn't do relationships, he never has…

He felt his heart sink as she sat up suddenly. He watched as she shook her head, his stomach twisting and turning at the sight. He wanted her, more than anything, but he couldn’t risk ruining what they had, their friendship, the last thing connecting him to her. He felt guilt coursing through him.

“Look at me princess”

He tried to sound firm, but there was a hint of hesitation in his words, desperate for her to look at him.

“No. No you're right-”

She cleared her throat, grabbing the kitchen towel off the table and wiping her hands off the sticky cake, lifting it to wipe her cheek, before passing it back to the boy without looking at him.

You’ve fucked up

He felt his heart tug at the sound of her voice, the lump in her throat making him feel guilty. He felt sick with the whole situation. Rafe let out a breath, he knew she was lying, he could hear the shakiness in her voice; he took the towel from her, watching as she purposely avoided looking at him, and began wiping his face and hands off as well.

“Y/n.” He muttered out quietly.

She had to close her eyes momentarily to regain her composure, her back still facing him, she let out a silent breath and opened her eyes as she turned to the boy.

“Rafe, it's fine. You're right.”

He watched her for a long moment, her features composed but distant, like she had built some invisible wall between them. She didn't move, didn't say anything after that for a long time as she placed the forks and left-over cake back into the basket. The silence stretched between them uncomfortably. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his voice broke the silence,

“You’re my best friend”

He said it like a confession, almost like he was trying to convince himself of it, trying to hold on to the one truth he thought he could trust. Y/n froze for a second, her fingers still gripping the handle of the basket. She could feel the weight of his words sink deep into her chest, where all the other unsaid things had already gathered. She stood from where she sat next to him forcing out a smile,

“Yeah of course- and you're mine.”

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The drive back was silent. Not the comfortable silence that usually lingered between them- no, this one felt different.

Tense, discomfiting, awkward.

Neither of them was brave enough to break it. Y/n’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, her knuckles white, her posture stiff and forward-leaning, as though if she moved even slightly, she might shatter. Her eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, her focus unwavering, as if she was trying to ignore the weight of the boy sitting beside her. Rafe sat in the passenger seat, his body turned slightly toward her, his heart twisting in his chest. He’d never felt so conflicted, so confused, so sick all at once. He wanted to reach out to her, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. And even if they did, he wasn’t sure if it would make things better or worse.

His gaze drifted to her, taking in the tightness in her shoulders, the subtle strain in her posture as she tried so hard to hold herself together. His chest ached, and the desire to speak, to make it better, was nearly unbearable. But the words felt trapped, like a dam that was ready to break. He couldn’t bring himself to say them.

"Do you want me to drop you home?"

Her voice cut through the silence, monotone, cold, as she kept her gaze fixed firmly ahead, as though the road were the only thing she could handle looking at right now. The shift in her voice, in her demeanor, hit Rafe harder than he expected. It stung in a way he couldn’t describe but he knew he deserved it.

“Yeah.”

He mumbled, his voice barely audible against the low hum of the car’s engine. The word felt too small, too inadequate, but it was all he could manage.

The sound of the indicator filled the silence between them, the rhythmic clicking marking each turn on the route she knew so well. The road to Tannyhill was embedded in her memory, but tonight, the familiarity of the journey did little to ease the tension in the car. When they finally came to a stop in front of the estate gates, the silence stretched, once again- heavy and suffocating. She leaned back against the seat, her shoulders sinking as if the weight of the drive had finally caught up to her. Licking her lips, she pursed them briefly before clearing her throat. The words she wanted to say stuck, tangled in her chest. Her gaze flicked toward him before retreating, hesitant.

“Thanks for… Thanks for coming today.”

She finally managed, her voice unsteady. He watched her carefully, his own heart tightening at her tone, she wasn’t looking at him. He swallowed down the sharp pang in his stomach and nodded.

“Course.”

He muttered as glanced at her again, but her face gave away nothing. She shook her head suddenly, a small, sharp movement, her hands gripped the steering wheel again, her knuckles whitening. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. The sound of his seat belt unbuckling cut through the silence, followed by the soft creak of the door opening. He stepped out, standing just outside the open door, the cool air hit him, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat rising in his chest. Guilt mixed with longing clawed at him, the rawness of it almost unbearable. He glanced back into the car, his hand resting on the frame of the door. She still wasn’t looking at him, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lights on the dashboard of the car.

“I-”

He started, his voice barely more than a whisper, she echoed, her voice overlapping his, pulling his gaze back to her.

The word hung awkwardly in the air.

Finally, she looked up, her eyes meeting his for the first time. The corners of her lips twitched into a small, tentative smile- a fragile thing that barely held together. He froze, caught off guard by the flicker of emotion in her face. She hesitated, her grip loosening on the wheel as she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. There was so much she wanted to say, but the words felt too big, too heavy to voice. Still, she knew if she didn’t speak now, the distance between them might never close.

“I don’t want this to… change us.”

She said softly, her voice breaking slightly. Her smile faltered, but she held his gaze, hoping he could see what she couldn’t quite put into words. He felt horrible for putting her in this situation and making her question their friendship.

He wished he could tell her he didn’t want this to change them either, but he did. He was lying earlier, he wanted more than just friendship from her. He wanted to be more than just her best friend.

His breath hitched at her words, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right,”

He said finally, his voice stiff, he nodded slightly, more to himself than to her, as if trying to convince himself of the truth in his own words.

Fucking say something to me

She blinked at him, her brows furrowing just a little, unsure what to make of his response.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

He shot back, his tone sharper than he’d intended. He winced at himself and softened immediately, running a hand through his hair.

“I mean… I don’t know what to say.”

Her lips pressed together tightly, and she exhaled through her nose, her gaze fixed on the dashboard.

“Yeah, well… neither do I,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was suffocating, the awkwardness palpable. He stood there, half-in and half-out of the car, shuffling his feet against the gravel. Every second stretched uncomfortably long.

“We’re friends Y/n. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

He gestured vaguely between them as he spoke. He didn’t even believe what he was saying, but he told himself it was for the best.

What are you talking about?

Stop talking

Y/n didn’t respond immediately. She didn’t say anything at all. Instead, she slowly glanced at him, but only for a second- just enough for him to catch the faint shimmer of tears in her eyes before she quickly looked away.

“Right…” she whispered, her voice strained and hollow.

He opened his mouth to say something else, anything to fix it, but no words came, he let out a sigh, hand rubbing down his face.

“I’ll see you later,”

Rafe said, his voice trailing off, she didn’t speak, didn’t move to look at him, instead she let out a small hum of acknowledgement. Her head finally turned towards the sound of the car door shutting. She sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her hands were sore. Her eyes followed him as he walked up the path to his house, his steps slow, the porch light flickered on as he reached the door, casting a soft glow around him. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back toward her car for a moment. Her breath caught, her heart foolishly leaping in her chest, hoping- praying- he’d come back and tell her it was a mistake, that he hadn’t meant anything of what he’d said.

But he didn’t.

He turned back to the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside.

She sat frozen, staring at the now-empty porch, her mind racing and her chest tightening. Her lip trembled and her vision blurred as tears pooled in her eyes. She blinked hard, trying to push them back, but it was useless as they slid down her cheeks. A sob broke past her lips, filling the silence that had pressed down on her for the past few hours. She slammed her hand against the steering wheel, her whole body trembling as the tears came in waves. Her forehead dropped onto the wheel, the cold leather pressing against her skin as she shook with the force of her crying.

How could she have been so wrong? So embarrassingly, painfully wrong?

“We’re friends Y/n. That’s all we’ll ever be”

She thought he’d cared—really cared. She thought there had been something between them. All those moments they’d shared, the late-night conversations, the way he’d smiled at her, the way he made her feel seen when no one else did- it had to mean something. The answer was glaringly obvious now, and it made her feel sick. Of course, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Not the way it had to her. She’d let herself believe in something that was never there.

Her sobs grew quieter, but they didn’t stop. Her chest ached as she sat there, her nose blocked as she sniffled. She hated herself for thinking he could ever see her as anything more than a friend. Her tears soaked her cheeks, and she wiped at them furiously, her hands shaking. She felt stupid, exposed, and humiliated. She let her head fall back against the seat, staring up at the ceiling of the car, her breath coming in shakily. She looked back toward the house one last time, the darkened windows staring back at her like empty eyes.

And for the first time, she wondered if holding onto him was worth it.

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Safe - John Wick x Fem!Reader

Summary: John comes home from work and he is wounded, and as his worried wife, you help him.

Warnings: swearing, oral m!receiving, blood/gore, talk of violence, mainly fluff.

Enjoy!

You sit alone in your large kitchen, biting your nails and shaking your leg as you anxiously wait for your husband to come home.

His profession was extremely dangerous. Every time he went out you didn’t know if he was alive. Whenever you heard a car pass by your house, you wondered if it were the police coming to inform you that your husband had passed.

You knew that you had to make certain sacrifices that came with being married to The John Wick, the Boogie Man, as they call him.

You hear the door unlock, and your breath hitched. Running to the door, you are met with John. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding back tears as you nuzzle your face into the crook of us neck. “Oh, John…”

His hands weakily wrap around your waist. “Y/N…” he sighs, resting his chin atop your head.

Your hand trails down the chest of his suit. You find the red substance of blood on his white shirt. “You were shot?”

“Stabbed,” he says. “Not too bad. I’ve been though worse,”

You sigh. “Yeah, just stabbed.” You say sarcastically. “What if next time you get stabbed even worse, or shot, and you don’t make it through?” You question.

John gives you a saddened look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You have a right to be mad, and worried.”

You give him an angered gaze, but it slowly fades as you hear the sincerity in his voice. You lean up to kiss him. “You’re right,” you say.

You take him to the kitchen where you strip him of his suit jacket and button up shirt. “This is going to sting,” you say. “I know,” he replies.

The wound was shallow, but it was still gushing a fair amount of blood. Once you were able to slow down the bleeding, you begin to clean it. John lightly hisses as you disinfect his wound.

You quickly bandage it neatly, then reward him with a warm kiss on his lips. “You have to stop this, John,”

“I know,” he says again. “I- I can retire, if you want.”

“Will you really do that for me?”

“Of course, baby. You are more important than work.”

You smile softly. “If you think it’s the best, then you can. I will support whatever you do,” you say. “Will you be safe?” You ask.

“We are safe. We will always be safe.”

“No, will you be safe?”

John pauses for a concerning amount of time. “I will be safe.” He says. “And if anybody comes after you, or me, I will kill them.”

“John,” you say like a disappointed mother. But, you couldn’t help but smile. You loved your mass murderer husband.

“That’s the spirit, love,” he smiles and gives you a kiss.

“You should go wash up,” you tell him. His face was cut, as well as his hair slicked back with sweat.

“Join me?”

“Very funny,” you laugh before sending him up to the bathroom to clean off the sins of the night. “Be mindful of your bandages,”

“Yes, ma’am,” John chuckled.

John finds his way to the master bathroom. He strips the rest of his clothes and got into the shower. His bandage inevitably got wet.

He ran his hands through his hair, feeling as the heterogeneous mixture of sweat, styling gel and water ran down his back. It felt so releiving to wash himself of the stress and torment of his job.

He used a musky scented soap to wash off the sweat and grime he had accumulated through the night. He exited the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist before redressing his wound.

John left the bathroom, towel still lazily around his waist. You were in bed, reading a book as you awaited for your husband to join you.

You couldn’t help but look at his chiseled abs and cutting hip bones. Of course, you also couldn’t ignore his broad shoulders and tattoo covered back.

“Y/N. You’re starring,”

“Oh,” you say. “Sorry,” you laugh, and he smirks. “Is it such a crime to appreciate my husbands body?”

“No. Just funny to call you out on it,” he says. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and slipped them on.

“Come lay down, babe,” you pull back the comforter in the empty space for him to fill. He slowly lays down, and he groans as his aching back hits the bed.

“Are you really going to retire?” You ask as your hand gently rests on his chest. You slowly draw circles on his skin, avoiding any bruised areas.

“Anything for you,”

You smile, and he slowly leans in to connect your lips in a gently kiss. “I will love you forever…” he murmurs agaisnt your lips. “I will love you when I’m below the ground, and I will love you after the earth ceases to exist…”

You rest your forehead against his, shakily sighing. “I love you, too. Always and forever…”

John kisses you again, hungerly needing your touch and presence against his skin. He gently grips your hair as he hums against your soft, pillowy lips.

His hand reaches for your waist, pulling your laying body closer to his. He squeezes your flesh though your sleep shirt. You whine at the tight squeeze.

Johns lips trail off yours, adventuring down your jaw to suck hot sores on your neck. His hand on your waist moves up, dangerously close to your chest. He cups your breast with his sore and bruised hands through your shirt, gently massaging it in his palm. He knew just how to make you fold.

“John-“ you whisper.

“What, love?”

“Not tonight. You need to heal.” You tell him.

He rests his head on your shoulder, sighing softly. “You’re right,” he whispers. “It’s just so hard to keep my hands off you.” He glances down at his lap, seeing the tent growing in his sweatpants.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, baby?” You reply.

“I- um. I know you said I have to heal. But, what am I supposed to do about that?” He asks, moving away from the crook of your neck to show the erection in his pants.

You think for a moment, keeping your eyes fixated on his bulge. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t use my hands or my mouth on you,” you tell him, and he grins.

You reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly pulling them off his thighs. Johns cock springs out from his pants. He was hard and throbbing just by touching your breasts.

You grasp his length. His breath hitched at the sight of your hand around his dick. You slowly begin stroking him. You hover above him, letting a string of spit slowly dripping down onto his tip.

“Oh-“ he mumbled as the warm liquid touches his pulsating crown.

You gently kiss the tip, your hand still stroking his shaft slowly.

“Y/N…”

You whimper against his cock at the sound of his voice. You knew you had to resist him. You couldn’t risk opening his wound and causing him any pain. Hopefully an orgasm would help his aching body in some way.

You slowly take in his length. You suck the tip, humming at the salty taste of his pre-cum. You knew he wasn’t going to last too long. He never lasted long when you sucked him off.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, “don’t stop- fuck. Don’t stop-“

You didn’t stop, and you weren’t going to stop until you pleasured him to your full ability.

You take in more of his cock. John shivered at the sight of his erection engulfed in your mouth.

“I’m close- shit. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” He moans.

You began sucking him faster. You felt as your lips glided over the thriving veins on his cock, but always focusing on the tip. He loved it when you toyed with his tip.

His hips shudder, causing you to gag. “Sorry, baby,” he quickly says. You don’t reply, gagging again. You didn’t care if you gagged on his cock. You loved it, because you knew that you were doing good.

His hips jerk up again. He grips your hair, moaning your name as you quickly and steadily suck his cock. He began chasing his release.

“Fuck!” He moans. His eyes roll back, head hitting the pillow as his cum shoots into your mouth. You always loved the taste of his cum.

You finish him off with your hand, swallowing all his arousal as you did. Cum continued to shoot out, going all over your hand as he bucked his hips into your palm.

You happily licked it off, humming at the salty, yet at the same time, sweet taste.

“Fuck. Thank you, baby…” he whispers. The pleasure helped ease some of his pain.

“Anything for you,” you smile. You kiss him, and he tastes his own cum off your lips.

“Can I return the favour?” He asks, toying with the elastic band of your sleep shorts.

You shake your head. “Not tonight. You can in the morning once you have some rest,” you tell him. He frowns, but obeys.

“Okay,” John says. He fixes his sweatpants, and you grab a tissue off the night stand to wipe the spit and cum off your hand, and a bit of the white fluid that got on his stomach. John reachs over to turn off the bedside lamp, groaning as his body was strained to make the reach.

“Goodnight, baby…” you lay your head on his chest, yet again mindful of the bruises and cuts.

“Goodnight. I love you…” John whispers

“I love you too…”

#john wick #john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x y/n #john wick franchise #john wick smut #john wick 4 #john wick x reader #keanu reeves john wick #keanu reeves

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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Angelina Jolie, please (TFE megatron)

I need more content, there's almost none of it here 😞😭👍

I’m crying, hating that y’all inflicted that mental image on me and created that connection in my brain from now on. Thanks, I hate it 😂

Give Up/ Give In Pt 3

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Being trapped in his alt mode for an extended time is almost a form of torture, claustrophobia clawing at him. But it’s his penance. He could have let Alex and Dorothy remove you from his interior, but hadn’t wanted you out of sight. That guilt twisting in his spark because you weren’t the first innocent caught in the middle of a fight between the factions and hurt. There had been so many, Cybertronian and human. And while he can’t undo the past, this time he can try to own up to his actions. So you stay where he can watch over you, saving and protecting one human to try and atone for so many.

• Everything hurts as you come awake in degrees. Moving pulls at your side and leg, and hissing through your teeth, you clench your eyes shut as a wave of nausea crashes over you, body shaking with it and heart racing as you remember fragments. Cybertronians fighting. The impact and fiery pain. Megatron reaching for you. “Easy, little one. Breathe.” That low, growling voice comes from all around you, chaining the panic running wild in you. “Breathe.” It’s a command and you cover your eyes and try to obey. Deep breath in, pain from your side making your eyes sting as your breath hitches. Then let it out, shuddering in pain. Again. “That’s it.”

• Trembling against him, you press your palms against your eyes, but listen. Calming slowly, laying inside his alt mode tangled in the blankets Alex had brought you. When you finally lower your hands, your head turns to survey his interior, eyes dull with pain. “You’re Megatron, right?” You ask, voice a raw rasp as you lay your cheek back down, likely already exhausted again. Hurting. Will confirming who he is ease your mind or just send your little heart racing again? He doubts it will be the former, knows what everyone thinks of him. That just because he’s playing nice now, doesn’t mean he’s actually changed. No matter what he does, they all still expect the monster.

• “That’s right,” comes the voice surrounding you from everywhere and nowhere as you try not to be weirded out by the fact that you’re sprawled inside him. He’d freed you from your car when he hadn’t had to. Taken pity on you even though to him, humans must be so pathetically helpless and weak. Maybe even contemptible and he’d saved you. Brought you to help? You think so as you run a trembling hand under the sheets and find bandages. Trying to explore the wound to see how bad it is under the dressing feels like touching a live wire, your brain shorting out with pain and vision going gray at the edges as you swallow convulsively. “You need to rest, little one.” There’s an edge to those words in that warm brogue. An admonishment that’s almost sweet, like he’s worried. Like the big, scary former warlord cares. You’d laugh, but it would hurt.

• “Thank you,” you murmur and he’s not sure if you mean for pulling you from the car originally or for just now. What he does know? He doesn’t deserve your thanks. Shouldn’t have engaged the Seekers so near a population center. He hadn’t spared a thought for the humans at the time, only focused on the fight. And you’d paid for it. He doesn’t know how to respond to you, how to form an apology, but you save him from that. Your breathing shifting as you sink under again, and he focuses on monitoring that little spot of warmth in need of his protection.

#transformers x reader #earthspark megatron #megatron x reader

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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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❛ IM SORRY...❜

Oh, tell me what you're willing to do? | Kiss it, kiss it better, baby ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ KISS IT BETTER

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

you’re sick of choso being late for dates.. unfortunately he knows the perfect way to make it all better.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

mdni, reader is petty fr <3, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, groveling choso (lowkey), fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, praise, etc.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

on my munch choso agenda & he seems like the type to eat pussy to make it up to you. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

He was late. Again. For the third time. Your blood boiled within you, ass planted on your couch when it should be in your boyfriend’s car; on the way to your favorite restaurant. But no, Kamo Choso decided to ignore his alarm, and your many texts plus phone calls; to only answer them about thirty minutes after the time you two were supposed to be there.

Despite how remorseful he was on the phone, you were still a bit pissed; something he sensed easily.

With a soft grumble to yourself you rose from the couch, padding over to your bedroom. Your good mood was gone, you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and watch some tv. Nothing Choso did would fix his mistake this time.

Entering the bedroom you sat at your vanity, beginning to remove your jewerly. First your rings, bracelet, and whilst working on your necklace you heard your front door open; causing your eyes to roll.

“(Y/N)?” Choso called, fiddling with his keys for a moment, shoulders faltering when you didn’t reply. Yeah, he knew he screwed up bad. Taking a breath he kicked his shoes off, waltzing over to your bedroom and peeking in to see you wiping your mascara away with a wipe. “I’m sorry for being late, we can still go.”

You didn’t answer, not even bothering to look at him as you continued to wipe away the minor makeup. Choso leaned against your doorframe, lips pressed into a thin line as he attempted to search for the words to change your mind. You were always so stubborn when you got like this, something he found cute until it was directed at him.

His thoughts trailed away the moment he heard your chair push out, watching you stand and waltz over to your closet; refusing to acknowledge him. You searched through your clothes for a moment before settling on a simple nightgown, moving backwards to your bed and sitting down. You leaned over, attempting to unclasp the anklet you wore, grumbling when it proved difficult given your nails. Finally fed up you sat up, extending your leg to Choso.

“Finally acknowledging me?”

“Just take off my anklet.” You mumbled, glancing away from him. The man gave a soft sound of disbelief mixed with amusement, moving closer and grabbing your leg. He pressed it against his chest, fingers fiddling with the gold plated jewelry of his name for a moment before his fingers trailed across your skin.

“You know I didn’t mean to oversleep.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m really sorry too.” Choso claimed, watching your cross your arms and slowly nod. The man smiled a bit, leaning down to press a kiss to your ankle, feeling you twitch. That was enough motivation, lowering the kisses until they hit your inner thigh, watching you finally glance at him. “Choso..” You spoke, attempting to pull your leg away, only for his grip to tighten on your ankle. Your breath hitched as his free hand began to push your dress up to your stomach, lowering until he rested on his knees. “Choso.” You called out again, hissing the moment you felt his lips press against your covered slit.

“Lemme make it up to you princess. Show you how sorry I really am.”

Choso’s fingers caught on the band of your panties, pulling them down and off your body, hands grabbing the inside of your thighs to spread you wider. The man wasted no time in driving his thick tongue up your slit, fingers digging into your flesh to assure you didn’t move an inch. Lapping at your sex, shifting between teasing your entrance and tracing your sensitive bud; continuing to grip you with each twitch of your thighs.

Your resolve was melting away, struggling to keep your moans at bay. You wanted to be mad at him, even if it was an honest mistake. You wanted to be petty and ignore him. But, he was just so damn good with his tongue. A messy eater that left you shaking and trembling with each careful swipe of his wicked muscle. You bit your palm, legs closing around his head as your eyes pinched close; widening the moment two fingers entered you, curling against your spongy walls. Your hand flew to his hair, his messy black tresses being pulled in a tight grip.

“Choso—!”

“There it is..” The man murmured, pulling back from your cunt; thumb quickly replacing his tongue on your clit. His digits thrusted and scissored inside you, furiously rubbing circles on the bud— all while his heavy lidded eyes stared up at you. “That’s it.. Not as mad as you were before, huh?”

You whimpered as his fingers went deeper, all the way down to the knuckle as wet squelches erupted from between your legs. You wanted to defend your case, maybe curse him out too— instead you could only moan and shake, losing yourself in the pleasurable apology.

Choso gave a knowing smile, enjoying the way your previously irritated expression melted into nothing but pure ecstasy. He would give a proper apology later but now, this would do.

“Can’t even speak.. that’s okay, she’s talking enough for you.” The man spoke, removing his thumb to go right back to sucking and lapping at your swollen button; unfazed as your thighs continued to close around his head. Your hips rose, grinding into his face as the band in your stomach tightened and tightened.

His name fell from your lips in a dazed mantra, eyes glazed over before you broke; a high pitched cry escaping you as you came— tainting his face in your mess. Your legs shook, greedily sucking up air as you attempted to come down from the high; all while he continued to suck and thrust his fingers inside you.

Soon enough the sensitivity became too much, hand sliding from his hair to push at his forehead— whining as the pleasure teetered on painful. Choso didn’t let up however, quickening his fingers all while sucking your poor bud raw. Tears of overstimulation trailed down your hot cheeks, head twisting back and forth as you tried to somehow run from the pleasure. You only got an inch away before he was releasing your thigh to instead lay his heavy arm across your lower stomach; holding you there.

“Cho—Choso.. please fuck—! I forgive you.. fuck I can’t—“ Whimpers escaped you, the pushes against his forehead becoming weak as your hips rose into his face. Your were making such a mess of yourself, him, and your blankets; something you couldn’t give a damn about at the moment.

Your stomach clenched harder than before, both hands gripping his hair as your back arched; his name exiting your throat incoherently, creaming all over his face and fingers.

You sniffled and breathed heavy, blurry eyes watching Choso slowly pull away from you after lapping all your juices up. He crawled over your tired body, fingers finding your cheeks to turn you, capturing your lips in a nasty, wet kiss. Your hand lazily grasped his arm, blinking heavily, hissing when his thigh brushed between your legs.

“Hurts, Choso..” You spoke softly, pulling back to breathe. The man chuckled at your words, leaning down to kiss your wet cheek.

“I know. I’ll be gentle next time.” A lie. One you both knew.

His strong arms reached under you, pulling you into him as he laid on his side. “I am really sorry for sleeping through my alarm, I know how much you wanted to go.”

You shook your head slowly, smiling at your lover tenderly. “No. You worked the night shift, I have to be a little more understanding.” You spoke, fingers trailing his arm to which Choso smiled back. The two of you shared another sweet kiss, hands brushing across the other’s form.

“How about we order in?”

“Sounds perfect.”

#mani writes ━━ ★#black!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #choso kamo x female reader #choso kamo x black reader #choso kamo x y/n #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x reader #choso x female reader #choso x you #choso kamo smut

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ohsohoney · 4 months ago

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When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Eight

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: A real long one. Honestly don't know how I did it but it was one session and now I'm dead, hopefully it's good enough! Lots of cuteness though and another snippet with Danny! Be warned cake mix is too baking. So :)

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy

Masterlist

“This is a bad idea, right?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Marsh.” I admonished, sighing as I rolled my head to the left to level him with a long look before my eyes eventually wandered back on over to the store’s front.

“What? You said it.” Marshall chuckled lowly, hands interlocked in his lap.

We were currently sat in the car park of a Trader Joe's, in a spot at a roundabout the midway mark. I hadn’t thought too much of the ask during my sudden excitement to roam around a grocery store I’d yet to see (What? I was showing my age. Bite me.). But it was now hitting me at full force.

“Why’d you say yes anyway?” I was quick to shoot back at him, voice a tad bit strained. I shook my head and eventually resolved into brushing the whole idea away, “Let’s just forget it.”

A scoff and Marshall was rolling his eyes at the notion, “We’re already here. No point in leavin’ now.”

“We didn’t think this through though. I mean, what if somebody spots us?” I pointed out, gaze already surveying the mostly empty parking lot for the next potential pap.

“You make it out like we’re about to case the joint,” Em snorted, earning a wry smile off of me in retort, a reaction I couldn’t quite help. “Said you wanted to bake a cake, so we gonna. ‘Cause I’ll let you know now, I ain’t got the shit to make this back at the house.”

I blew a soft breath from out of my nose, vaguely amused. “No shit.” I replied, unable to imagine the man in a frilly pink apron and covered in flour on a casual Tuesday afternoon. I ended up sighing again anyway, “You sure? I mean, I could just run in.”

Marshall was already shaking his head at me, “Nah, it’ll be fine. If you really that worried you can take my cap. Or think I got another hoodie in the trunk.”

Blinking, I was unable to say much else before Em was hopping out and rounding the car to pull apart the contents of his boot. He muttered away, mostly to himself, before he returned a couple of moments later, standing by the driver’s door with an oversized hoodie in his hand. He held it out towards me and I found myself taking it with a gentle smile in thanks.

It didn’t take long for me to tug the jumper on over my head, the hood messing up my hair and catching on the seat belt before I had the commonsense to just unbuckle the stupid thing. Marshall watched the struggle with a mirthful smirk, the silver watch on his wrist glinting in the sunlight from where it rested against the edge of the door, until he eventually moved to close it, cropping up outside of the passenger’s side a second later. He tugged on the handle and I blinked over at him when a gust of wind washed over me.

I guessed I must have looked a tad bit pathetic as I turned in my seat to face him, legs moving to dangle out the side of the car, or at least it felt that way, what with how Marshall’s expression had since settled into something almost akin to fondness.

My nose wrinkled just as he let go of a soft laugh. It was a sound I found myself feeling a hint of pride about whenever I heard it, even if it meant that I was the victim of the current joke.

“Here, let me.” He spoke, already reaching out to fix my hood and to brush a tangled strand of hair behind my ear. If he heard the way my breath hitched at the sudden motion he didn’t mention it, but I witnessed how his keen eyes flickered back and forth between my own. “There. Screams incognito.”

Snorting at the heavy use of sarcasm, I smiled up at him, only to notice then how he’d crowded himself between my legs to help aid me. My stomach swooped at the realisation and I swallowed thickly, but before I could question the feeling, Marshall was stepping away again, sporting a wry grin of his own.

“Need my hat, Kim Possible? Or you good?”

Rolling my eyes, I shuffled further forward in my seat to jump out of the SUV, feet hitting the gravel with an audible scuff. “She doesn’t wear a hat and even if she did, I doubt it’d be Kangol.” I retorted, slipping by him to reach out and shut the door.

“Aye, what’s wrong with my cap?” Marshall prodded as the headlights flashed behind us to signal the car locking. I noticed how his brow had wrinkled at the slight when I looked over at him and so I nudged my shoulder with his as we walked across the lot.

“Nothing.” I claimed with a growing smile, reaching up to knock the brim of his hat just as we made it to the entrance. “Suits you.”

Marshall hummed a sound that was vaguely disbelieving, eyes lingering on me before he turned to pick up a basket. “Know what you need?”

“Sort of.” I replied distractedly, trying to take everything in. “This place is like every Hallmark movie I’ve ever seen come to life.”

“The fuck?”

Rolling my eyes, I just continued on, walking past Marshall, who’d since paused to shoot a bewildered glance my way, and towards a horde of fruit and veg stalls. “It’s just so fuckin’ American. Back home the closest place you’d get to this is a Big Tesco’s and even that’s like a standard food shop. This. It’s something straight out of one of them films.”

“It’s Trader Joe’s.” Marshall deadpanned, blinking back at me now with an expression that just had me cracking up.

“Stop making me feel dumb.” I rebuked lightly, head darting every which way as he slid on over to catch up to me before he then barrelled straight past. I let him lead, figuring he’d be better off knowing where everything could possibly be more than I ever would. “It’s just a big change, ‘s all.”

His cheek twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Everything's a big change with you.”

I poked his side in retaliation, pleased when he bristled but didn’t comment further on it. “Where do you reckon cake mix would be then?” I wondered out loud, peering around the aisle we were headed down. Honestly, cereals galore. Captain Crunch, Coco Pops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch… And those were just the C’s. Hang on a second, Eggo’s?

“Cake mix?” Em questioned me, flicking a raised brow my way and tugging me from my observations, “Bitch, I thought you was bakin’.”

Snorting, I couldn’t do much other than shrug. “It is baking!” I attempted to defend, but he was having none of it, shaking his head mockingly back at me. “Just the easier version?” I attempted to argue sheepishly.

I was rewarded with a soft tut, but Marshall did in fact then tilt his head over towards the right to signal where he figured the box mixes might be, “Cheat.”

Giving into the childish urge, I poked my tongue out at him and dipped around the next corner, smiling at the way his low humoured huff followed after me. It was only when I saw an all too extensive stock of baking goods parked up ahead that I quickened my pace, leaving him to trail behind.

“What do you reckon then, red velvet or vanilla? You sort of seem like a vanilla guy.” I commented when he finally caught up, gaze flitting between the two cake mixes I’d since picked up off the shelf before my eyes then darted over to meet his teasingly as he approached.

He kissed his teeth and batted the box of vanilla I held away from his view, rolling his eyes even though we both could see that he was trying to withhold another grin. I allowed the motion. “You don’t know me at all.” Marshall scoffed, getting in my space once more today to make a grab for a box sitting on the shelf just above my head. “All about the chocolate, sweetheart.”

Biting my tongue, I worked hard to keep my face from giving way to how the proximity seemed to make my skin prickle. His eyes found mine though as he held the winning mix up between the two of us. I swiped it from his hold, scanning over the necessary ingredients to keep myself from focusing too much on– whatever it was I was feeling. “Hm, only need to add eggs and milk. Could deck this out though.”

“Whatchu thinkin’?” Em asked me in that way he usually did, like he was genuinely invested in everything I had to say. He’d propped his forearm up on the shelf as he waited for me to weigh in and my stare tracked its way up from the back of the box to roam over the steady way he was now watching me. I reached up to tuck another fallen strand of hair behind my ear, the hood making the typically effortless action that much harder.

“A shit ton of chocolate?” I proposed with a raised brow.

“That mean you gone put my kid to sleep then?” He said, then snickered at my sudden change in expression, the corner of his lip tugging upwards. “Z will be bouncin’ off the walls.”

“It’ll be portioned!” I rebuted in the face of his amusement, quick to fall back on all my so-called years of parenting, “She’ll be fine!”

Marshall snorted in retort but appeared to relent, pinching the cake mix from my hand and throwing it into the basket haphazardly, “I’ll be sure to bring this moment back up when I’m right.” He added before he took off, probably in search of the confectionary aisle.

But see, since knowing the man, I’d long since come to realise that he had a big enough sweet tooth that could rival that of my own, meaning that all this posturing back and forth about decking out the cake was just a facade of sorts, him attempting to put my neck on the line for when the fallout eventually happened. I couldn't bring myself to mind though, not when he was wearing that stupid smug smile and not even when he ended up tossing a majority of the chocolate we’d collected into the basket.

I ended up grinning all the way back to the car.

“See! It was well worth it now, don’t you reckon?” I said with a sardonic smile, covered in cake mix, egg and frosting, my dirtied hands settled on my hips as I stared down at the hazardous cake we’d gone and created.

My head tilted just so, allowing myself to look at it from a normal perspective seeing as it had somehow managed to slant far left whilst it’d been baking in the oven. But I blamed Em for that one, the idiot having set the temperature up way too high.

“What, so we can cover up the monstrosity?” Marshall shot back at me from where he was stood by the kitchen sink, washing his hands free of all the frosting he’d been licking from the bowl moments before I’d stolen it out from under him. “Yeah, but you know what they say, a pig in lipstick is still a pig.”

Haughtily, I spun around on my heel just enough for my hip to press against the counter and for my eyes to hone in on him. I smirked, “Saying’s actually, a hog in armour is still but a hog.”

“Same fuckin’ thing.” Marshall admonished in a grunt, flicking his sopping wet hands out at me when he pulled away from the sink in search of something to dry them with. I tensed at the attack, feeling the splatter hit me before I peered down to spot a couple soup duds clinging to my arm and the collar of my top. He just chuckled, greatly amused.

“Dick.” I huffed and picked up an M&M from the bowl I’d just poured the bag into to toss back at him in retaliation.

Irritatingly, Marshall managed to snap the treat up out of the air with ease, pushing the blue ball forward on his tongue to flash it tauntingly between his teeth before he finally chewed on it. The crunch resonated in the quiet hum of the house. “You were sayin’?”

I narrowed my eyes, “Show off.”

But all that did was earn me another light laugh, Em sliding on closer to pinch a few more from the same bowl. “I’m just that good.” He retorted egotistically, before he turned to level me with the last M&M he held, titling his chin ever so slightly to goad me into trying to catch one myself.

Relenting to the fight all too easily, I braced myself in a steady stance and waited. When he tossed it, I managed to extend my neck near enough that I was close to capturing the colourful sweet, but just not close enough, my nose scrunched in annoyance when it bounced off the side of my cheek and onto the counter with a clatter. “Fuck.” I sighed, but not one to be outdone I looked towards him again, “Again.”

He raised a single brow at the demand but followed, picking up another handful and smiling as he prepared to pelt them my way one by one. It was something we continued on with for a short while, tossing the things back and forth between us as we tallied up a score, he was winning of course, but surprisingly I wasn’t too far behind, which actually eased the loss a fair bit.

We were actually at it long enough that we’d begun to squabble, calling one another a cheat, aiming for anything other than our mouths, even going as far as to switch up tactics by propping ourselves up on counters and barstools to annoy the other, before then crouching down as low as we could on Marshall’s tiled floors. It was there that we were eventually found.

Marshall spotted her first, arm already propped up before him and preparing to aim when his eyes shifted over to the left and caught sight of something standing in the kitchen doorway. His grin wobbled in further amusement, most likely due to the face I’d gone and pulled when I followed his line of sight, still stuck in my current position; squatting by the backdoor.

We were trying for a record, okay?

“Hey creep, what’s with the face?” Marshall greeted, his laughter carrying throughout the room when he finally tossed the chocolate treat my way only for it to actually make it into my mouth this time around, hitting the roof and sending my startled frown into a gasping smile.

Rosie was stood there, just off to the side by the counter now, seemingly content to simply watch us with a soft, goading smile on her face, her school bag settled by her feet. She shrugged, glancing over at her dad whilst I bounced on back to where I’d left Em to guard our semi-completed cake. “Nice to come home to noise, is all.”

The tip of Marshall’s nose did something odd then, a reaction to the words that went unnoticed by the girl, but he continued on smiling, dropping the few remaining M&M’s he held back into the packet we’d opened once the bowl had run dry.

“Didn’t hear you come in.” He mentioned as he rounded the counter to pull his daughter into a hug, steering her away from the onslaught of chocolate that littered the side when Rosie attempted to make a grab for the nearest share-pack of Hershey’s Kisses. “Nuh-uh. Dinner first, kid, then we can talk about you gettin’ a slice of our masterpiece.”

“Masterpiece?” Rosie’s eyes widened as she gifted the two of us a disbelieving snort, gaze jumping back between her dad and me, I narrowed my eyes playfully in retort whilst Marshall settled for poking her dimpled cheek. “It looks like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”

“Hey!” I chided, just as Marshall responded with, “What we were aimin’ for.”

The pair of us shared a mirthful look before we both started cracking up, Rosie merely shook her head at our antics but it was with the distraction that she finally managed to grab a wrapped Kiss. My eyes widened at the flash of silver I caught sight of just as she darted around the island to escape Em’s outstretched arms when he caught on too, crowding into my side when he shot her a long look, obviously hoping to put her off eating the treat. But it was already unwrapped and on her tongue before I could even blink back down at her.

I snorted, forever amused by the duo’s antics, and ran a hand over the girl’s plaited scalp. “Snooze you lose, Mathers.” I said encouragingly with a lazy shrug.

Z grinned at the show of support and sent a smug look back at her father, baring her chocolate covered teeth to him. Marshall leant forward so that his palms could press against the countertop and levelled the two of us with another long look, only this one was out of exasperation.

Rosie and I shared a glance of anticipation before we both turned back to face him with a matching set of innocent smiles, Rosie doing a much better job than me seeing as she could work that whole doe eyed perspective. Em heaved a hefty sigh. “Dinner, then cake. Cool?”

The girl beamed and was quick to nod her assent, squeezing my waist in what must have been a delayed embrace of hello, or maybe thanks, before she took a moment to assess our handy work. The cake was sparsely decorated, topped with a plethora of icing, at Marshall’s demand, and scattered with pieces of chocolate that we’d managed to stick on during our M&M disaster. I grimaced a tad whilst Em just looked on in pride.

“This is what you did whilst I was at school?” Z asked, dipping down to get a closer look at the disaster we dubbed a cake. Her expression truly was hilarious when she slowly stood again to dart a quizzical look between us.

“What d’you mean ‘this’?” Marshall answered her, raising a brow high enough to rival his daughter's own. “This is where hard work gets you.”

“Yeah,” I laughed, only adding fuel to the fire with my next comment, “Besides, we made it just for you. Don’t you like it?” I asked teasingly, batting my eyes over at her in hopes to see her crumble just a tad.

Rosie looked back at the sad excuse of a cake and didn’t falter, “Cake is cake. But next time you guys should probably wait for me.”

“Oh, ‘cause you’re such a chef.” Marshall smirked, having moved to join us on the other side of the island to allow his eyes to roam over the tilting structure, he shucked Z’s chin in addition which only earnt him a prod to his bicep.

“A baker, actually.” Rosie corrected with a smile, ever so pleased with herself.

“Oo,” Em dragged out, taking a stripe of frosting off the cake’s side just so that he could wipe it across the tip of the kid’s nose. “She’s a smartass, too.”

Rosie’s eyes widened in alarm to the smear and her jaw dropped as she gasped, not having anticipated the move. “Dollar!” She exclaimed in turn, wiping the chocolate off her nose before smearing it down her dad’s front.

With a roll of his eyes, Marshall huffed but it was more of a chuckle than an actual sigh as he looked back up from his ruined tee. “Touche.” They shared a laugh as Em went to grab a kitchen towel to wipe his hands clean with, “Go ‘n grab my wallet.” He told her and I watched on as Z did exactly that, swiping a green bill from its contents so that she could go and stuff it in the jar.

I shook my head ever so at the dynamic they made, continuing to smile as Marshall dropped the tissue he’d just been using into the bin before he made a grab for his daughter, causing her to jump and laugh as they tumbled about the kitchen together. I was perfectly content to watch on, slowly packing away the ingredients we had yet to use whilst wiping down the sides, the pair of them eased up after a minute or two, making their way back to the island, Marshall still defending our chocolate monstrosity.

“It’ll taste good, so who cares what it looks like?”

“Most people, Dad.” Rosie countered with a sly smile as she settled onto a barstool, handing over a frosting covered spoon that had apparently strayed during our decorating. I smiled softly in thanks, grabbing the other utensils that littered the space and crossing the floor to wash up.

“I got that.” Marshall assured me, hip checking my side before I could even reach for the dish soap.

My forehead wrinkled, “I don’t mind.”

He smiled in return, already moving to further roll up his sleeves, “I know, but I got it.”

I let it go, knowing when to pick and choose my fights with him now, and instead wandered back to see if I could make the cake work, picking up a couple of Whoppers that were supposedly meant to be the equivalent of a Maltesers, but I just couldn’t taste it.

“Can I help?” Rosie asked after a moment, capturing my attention when she sidled up to join me.

“‘Course,” I replied easily, already handing over the bag, “I think if we just cover it with as much chocolate as we can it’ll look…”

“Better than it does?” Z finished for me, her giggles spilling from her lips seamlessly whilst she began to dot Whoppers around the rim of the highest tier.

“Hey, it’s not that bad.” I tried, nudging her elbow with mine, but ended up chuckling too. “It was your dad’s fault anyway, all my previous cakes have turned out perfect.”

“I can still hear you.” Marshall’s voice cut in from behind us, garnering our focus for a split second before I waved him off.

“Yeah, yeah. Just letting Z here know I’m not to blame.” I told him, scattering the remaining M&M’s we had to spare over the top, managing to cover up some of the frosting we’d gone and butchered with a colourful swirl. Rosie snickered, having since switched up with her choice of chocolate so that she could place a few Kisses to the lower layers.

“I was just followin’ your instructions.” Em argued with me, the huff that followed was evident.

“Not well!”

A giggle had me smiling down at Rosie, who was happy enough to let her gaze drift between the two of us. “I bet it still tastes good.” She interrupted, trying to soothe her father’s bruised ego probably. But it was sweet enough to have me agreeing.

“Yeah, I mean who doesn't like chocolate?”

–

Dinner was apparently a Mathers Household classic. Spagbol. Or well just spaghetti to these lot. Something I hadn’t been able to let slide what with me being a fan. Though Marshall seemed amused rather than put off by my attempts at rapping the opening to Lose Yourself whilst he’d cooked, something which earnt me points with Rosie seeing as she could spit it far better than the composer himself.

It was sort of strange to be a witness to him doing such a mundane task like cooking though, but I enjoyed it all the same, watching him talk with Rosie about school as he drained the pasta and added a couple of herbs to the ground mince. An odd sense of privilege came with the slight peak into his daily life, figuring that most would have just expected him to have a live-in chef or a plethora of meals waiting to be reheated in his fridge. But no, Marshall appeared to actually enjoy the activity, enjoy the hush of music that played overhead whilst the steam from a boiling pot simmered under his steady hand, enjoy how slowly the process came together so that he could boss Rosie and I into setting the table when the food was almost ready.

Rosie had led me into the dining room they used, a room more intimate than the larger one the man had shown me during his grand tour, obviously used for when he had more than just one person over. As I set down a couple placemats, I guessed it was a room that only he and Rosie typically got use out of, the table circular and just large enough so that you had your own space but could easily be roped into another’s. It reminded me of the one we’d had as a kid, wooden, small and quaint, but that had been before one of mum’s boyfriends had fallen through it.

“You okay?” Rosie’s questioning broke me from my thoughts and I looked up to find her settling a fork down onto the mat opposite.

I blinked and then smiled, feeling how easy the gesture came to me. “Just lost in thought.”

She smiled too, hers crinkling the corners of her eyes as she finished setting up by dropping the last spoon down. “It’s nice having you here, you know. Sometimes it’s quiet just me and Dad, even when Ayla comes over.” She remarked, mentioning her older sister with the kind of sincerity that you only really held for your siblings, “You make him laugh, too. Like a lot.”

Blowing out a soft breath that sounded more like a chuckle, I reached out to fix a placemat that was a tad bit crooked, finding it simpler to focus on the small task rather than what the meaning behind Rosie’s words might possibly mean. “He makes me laugh too.” I replied and shot her a slight grin, it was then that Marshall emerged carrying two plates.

“And voila.” The man said as he set the dishes down, butchering the French word enough to have me hiding an indulgent smile.

“Smells good.” I commented, watching as a plethora of steam erupted up off the mountain shaped plate of spaghetti.

Em flashed me a bright grin, an actual one with teeth that had my mind short circuiting for a split second before he was speaking again, “Lemme grab the last one. You want some drinks?”

Rosie, who had already settled into the seat she’d been standing behind, nodded eagerly in answer, “Soda?” When she received a single brow in retort, she giggled and relented, “Juice, please.”

Smiling at the exchange, I was only caught a little off guard when I looked back at Marshall to find him waiting on my own reply, I silently scrambled for an answer, “Um, just water, please.” I said and he gave a dip of his chin to show he’d heard before he turned to head back to the kitchen. “Want help?” I called out, just managing to catch him before he slipped past the hall.

He looked ready to wave the offer off, before he thought about it. Three drinks and a single plate was easy work for a girl who’d worked a majority of her teens in pub restaurants and the like, but Marshall seemed to realise the slight struggle he might face. “Sure.”

As easy as that. Or so it only appeared, because from the expression that clouded Rosie’s face when I glanced back over to shoot her a quick smile, the exchange seemed to have perplexed her ever so.

Em had already continued on his route to the kitchen when I looked back to him, hoping to catch something in his answer to the face she’d pulled, but it seemed he hadn't been witness to it at all. “You okay?” I found myself asking, mimicking Z’s earlier question.

She looked a little startled when her eyes flew up to find mine, before she blinked and blew out a gentle laugh. “Didn’t think he’d go down without a fight.”

And oh. I had to chuckle a little at that too, having seen the way he’d been so prepared to deny the help just before he’d nodded. It made me wonder how much she’d bared witness to throughout the years. Em was strong, yes, but he also had a stubborn streak a mile long.

“What can I say, Z?” I sighed dramatically as I headed towards the door, “I just have a way with people.”

Her cheeky grin was the last thing I saw before I was padding around the corner and then into the kitchen, finding Em stood by the counter with a bowl of grated cheese and the drinks we’d asked for already waiting to be picked up again.

I snorted softly at the picture he painted, a handful of the shredded cheese halfway to his mouth and face only a tad bit surprised. He flipped me off as I came around to take hold of the drinks, only furthering my amusement.

“I mean, what an appetiser.” I teased, the words followed by a bout of giggles when he flicked the remnants at me. Thankfully though, most of the cheese only made it about halfway over the countertop, causing my grin to widen that much more.

Marshall went to pick up another load and so I squeaked, grabbing the drinks and darting back out of the room before he could toss it at me.

I was chuckling away to myself by the time I made it back to the table, Rosie having already started in on her dinner, the dead giveaway being the slight red smear of sauce that stained her lower lip even as she pretended that she’d just been waiting patiently for us to return.

I wiped the corner of my own mouth after settling down her juice in an attempt to warn her and watched as her eyes widened before she cleared the smear away with the back of her hand, the action seemingly saving her from another one of Em’s disapproving looks because not a second Marshall reappeared.

Taking to my seat in an attempt to hide my slight smile, I thanked him for the food, to which the man merely rolled his eyes, ignoring the gratitude altogether. I bit down on my smirk and instead opted for shaking my head as I picked up my fork.

The food was honest to God some of the best I’d had in a long while, whether it was down to it having been ages since someone had cooked a proper homemade meal for me or just him having mastered the art of the dish, I didn’t know. But I made sure to tell him.

Never in all my life would I have expected to have been a witness, let alone the cause of the light flush that coloured the tips of his ears. But it was impossibly endearing, so much so that I refrained from playfully mocking him for it. Rosie though, had no such qualms. “You look a little red, Dad. You gettin’ sick?”

If Marshall could have he would have scowled at the ask, but this was his baby and so I knew that the smile he gifted her as he turned was levelled with a strained edge. “Fine.”

I snorted quietly, but from the way the flush dropped to the back of Em’s neck it seemed he’d heard it all the same.

Cake followed dinner, as promised. And to my surprise it hadn’t tasted half bad. The chocolate frosting wasn’t all it was cut out to be, not much of a shock seeing as I was alright with it in small doses but even my cupcakes lost their tops nine times out of ten, so Em was gifted the majority of it, something he seemed both pleased and a little guilty about, probably down to the excess amount of sugar. Still he worked his way through it, the three of us talking about Rosie’s day and then our own, leaving out the more exciting details as to not make her feel left out, before we all started packing away.

“Told you so.” Em commented when we’d loaded the dishwasher and wiped the sides free of cheese, his gaze was trained on his daughter, who appeared to be talking a mile a minute about the movie her and her friends had watched at their last sleepover whilst bouncing from foot to foot.

Ah, the inevitable sugar rush. I turned my face away to hide my growing smile before I lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. “It’ll die down soon enough, might even make it easier for her to fall asleep.” I murmured, passing him a tea towel that he used to dry his hands.

With a grunt that was more an amused hum, Marshall paused by the counter and waited for Rosie to take a breath before he cut in, “You got homework?”

The girl seemed to think about it, eyes flitting to the ceiling as though she could see the inside of her brain and was set about working her way through a catalogue there, before dropping her gaze back to him and shaking her head. “No, but I did promise Sara I’d call her tonight.” At her father’s expecting look, she tacked on, “If you said it was okay, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Marshall blew out a soft chuckle, lips quirking ever so before he waved the kid off, tossing the tea towel over his shoulder. “Go on, just not too late, yeah?”

“Promise!” She grinned, darting around the kitchen to knock into his side, arms encasing his torso in a brief hug before she jumped to do the same to me. I barely had time to wrap my arms back around her before she was darting away again, this time headed for the stairs after stealing yet another Hershey’s Kiss from the last of the cake we’d yet to hide away.

“Z!” Was the only scold she heard before she was gone from sight, leaving only a trail of laughter behind her.

I snorted too, shaking my head mirthfully whilst I worked my way around the kitchen counter to place a cover over the cake slices and putting them up out of reach.

“Kid’s gonna be the death of me.” Marshall added in a low sigh, still staring off after his daughter before he cracked a soft smile, eyes then flitting over to meet mine. “Best pray the sugar wears off quick.”

I widened my eyes in jest to his warning, but paid it no real mind, knowing he was only being stupid. “Dinner really was good, you know.” I mentioned it again, mainly just to see if I could provoke the same flush from earlier, but also so he knew I meant it. “Where’d you learn to cook like that?”

To my pleasure the tiniest hue could be made out from across the island, but Marshall hid it all too easily with a calculated tilt of his head. He shrugged softly when he answered me, “Know how it is, sort of had to provide for myself for a long while. Mom wasn’t always around when I was a kid, Nate grew up and relied on me most nights, then when I was out in LA tryna make it big, was skimming money off the top of the odd jobs I worked jus’ so I could eat and send some back home.” He levelled me with another look then, palms coming to rest on the countertop, “Sort of enjoyed it, I guess. After a while, just helped me escape.”

I nodded slowly in understanding. Before I could say anything though, the silence the kitchen had gotten swept up in was quickly broken by the sound of my phone.

Jumping at the ring, I blinked out of the dazed staring match I hadn't even realised I’d been a part of with Em before looking around to try and spot the last place I’d left it. Marshall picked it up and handed it over with a sly smirk, having caught on to my short term memory.

“Thanks.” I breathed out in appreciation and then looked down to see who it was that was calling, my grin grew. “It’s Danny.” I let slip to Marshall before hurrying to pick up the call, “Hey stranger!” I greeted the second the line connected, surprised to note that the signal wasn’t as shitty as it usually was.

“Oh, it’s you.” Came my brother’s short reply as though he hadn’t expected exactly that, his face cropping into view from where he perched on a lower bunk, all tanned from the Cyprus sun.

I let my eyes fall into a narrowed glare, “Know you’ve always been short of two brain cells, but who did you really expect to fuckin’ see when callin’ me?”

Danny’s smirk came into full focus before he was grinning away, stare jumping away from the camera for a brief moment before it darted back. “Love you, too.” He chided halfheartedly and with a slight tut, leaning forward to rest his forearms against his knees whilst I moved to settle my phone down onto the kitchen counter, “Just figured I’d give you a bell whilst I had some time, that so hard to believe?”

Even when rolling my eyes, I couldn't dampen my smile. “Yeah, it is.” I chuckled, taking in the background and anything else I could, “You at camp?”

He hummed around a nod, looking off to the side probably to get a feel for what I was seeing. “Told you, din’t I? At a base here for a couple weeks, doin’ some more trainin’ for the deployment followin’ my leave.”

“Well, you mentioned the first half.” I acknowledged, but wasn’t surprised. Danny always tended to stick to the most basic of explanations, such as the time he’d gone away with his mates to a festival for a weekend and said he was on his way back– failed to mention that it was a days fucking trip though.

The twat just waved me off, “Exactly. Anyway, what you up to, where you at?” He came in a little closer then to the screen as though he was attempting to look behind my head. “Not still in New York are ya? Thought you’d want shot of ‘em by now, all them Americans.”

Snorting and casting a chance glance up, I found Marshall by the sink, rinsing the few glasses we’d used earlier, he shot an unimpressed brow my way. “Not in New York, no. But still in The States, with said Americans.” I answered him, shaking my head at the way his lips pursed in a low hum, “So be careful, there are big ears listening in.” I also remarked, thinking back to Drew’s nickname for Em.

“Aye.” The man mentioned then warned, having since finished by the sink so that he could now point a warning finger my way, I rolled my eyes but my smirk was far too playful.

Danny’s voice dragged back my attention to how he had since crowded in closer in an stupid attempt to see through the screen and into the kitchen. “Oi, who’s that? Don’t tell me I was spot on with the mystery man, El! Shit!”

The reminder of Dan’s earlier words the night before I’d met Em had me flushing slightly and immediately my traitorous gaze shifted over towards the man himself, who seemed far too amused as he slid on closer. “Fuck off, Danny.”

The twat only laughed though, all too happy with my reaction it seemed. “Ah, come on! Lemme meet him, just wanna say ‘ello!”

I pressed my lips together to keep the biting words which lined my tongue from springing forth, could always trust your own flesh and blood to turn on you at the drop of a hat. The traitor. “Fuck off.” I repeated, but my words lacked any real heat when Marshall rocked into the side of me to catch a quick peek of Danny’s glinting eyes.

My brother paused as he took in the sudden newcomer and his face was a right picture when he started to stumble over his next sentence, “Ah– right, hang on. Fuckin’ what?”

Unable to help myself, I laughed freely, feeling a little euphoric now that I was no longer on the end of all his ribbing. Em seemed to get a kick out of it too, even now that he was no longer in view he was still close by, smirking at both Danny and I’s reactions.

“Elia!” Danny called hotly, eyes wide as they flickered all over my face as if he hoped to find some sort of answer there, “Tell me that wasn’t who I thought it was.”

Snorting, I gifted him a smug smile, “Can’t do that, sorry.”

“Lia.” Danny practically hissed, before pulling out the face he knew I hated, one which he’d mastered decades ago and had since taught Lottie, seeing as it was the kind that always had me feeling guilty or had the two of them forcing my hand. “Come on, you know you can tell me anythin’.”

I flipped him off, scoffing at the attempt to butter me up but even so, I still felt my walls crumble. “Ugh, you’re such a prick, Danny.” I blew out, eyes straying away from the screen and over to where Marshall still stood, looking back at me, “Do you mind?”

With a smile that I couldn't quite place the emotion behind, Em rolled his eyes at the ask and slid back into view, close enough now that his entire side pressed against mine. I chewed on my lower lip as I watched my brother observe Marshall whilst slowly losing his mind.

“Jesus Christ, man. Shit.” Were the first few words he spouted, a hand coming up to rake across his face whilst Em shook a tad with a light chortle, “I mean, fuck.” Danny continued once his arm had fallen away, attempting to take in the scene again before his stare dragged back to me, “I know you’re in with these lot, El. But shit– Eminem? How the fuck does that even happen?”

I had to laugh at that, knowing full well how he was feeling.

“I mean, come on! Mate! It’s an honour, I swear.” Danny started to fangirl, jaw still agape and eyes almost starstruck.

“Good to meet you, man.” Marshall said in his usual voice, not the one reversed for the public, for interviews and the like, but the one he used with Rosie, with Soup and Drew, with me. I was immensely thankful for it. “Heard a lot about you.”

Danny seemed to remember himself at that, sitting back a bit in his bunk, dog tags rattling with the motion, as he dragged out a long breath. “Only good things I hope.” He chuckled in that charming way of his, the type that used to get him free sweets down at the local shops and have the old ladies outside the cafe swooning.

“Nah, I let him in on that laundrette heist you committed when you were fifteen and told him ‘bout the times you wet the bed.” I interrupted, smirking when Dan’s eyes cut to me.

“You know that weren’t me, it was Danny Evans.” Danny sniped back far too quickly, “How many times do I gotta tell you?”

I chuckled around a small a-huh, “Sure, Dan. How’d you barrel into the pub the same night and piss away a load of ten pences on the fruit machines then?”

He sniffed, feigning ignorance as he glanced away, “No idea what you’re on about.”

Shaking my head, I found Em watching me with a smile of his own.

“So you ain’t gone deny pissin’ the bed then?” Marshall wondered out loud, chin coming to rest on the fist of his hand.

Startled, Danny’s head shot back round to the camera, he raised a finger at Marshall, “It’s slander, is what it is.” He told the man, “Always been jealous of me, she has. Me bein’ the fitter one of course.”

“Ha. Hilarious.” I deadpanned, but allowed a small smile to creep through when Em’s knee knocked into mine. “What you been up to anyway, arsehole?”

“Fuck me and all my shit, question still stands, Li.” Danny was hasty to retreat back to his previous ask, “How’d you two meet?”

Thankfully Em was the one to answer him. “I reached out.” He told him, gaze straying over towards me as he carried on, “Listened to her stuff for a while before I saw that video your sister posted online, figured it was a shot in the dark.”

“One which worked out,” I teased, before I shook my head over towards Danny, who appeared to be watching the pair of us with a dopey grin, “Acting as though I didn’t shit myself the second I found out it was him.”

Marshall snorted beside me, probably remembering the conversation, the way I’d stressed over sudocrem spots and my sound system, whilst he'd been perfectly content.

“Nah, I can imagine.” Danny laughed in ridicule, knowing how much of a fan I’d been growing up, “Failed to fuckin’ mention it though, din’t you?”

The way he’d levelled me with a look, which spoke more words than said, had me shifting somewhat sheepishly. “It was new!” I exclaimed, “Didn’t know how it would all work out. No one but Mila knows where I am, well Lotts too– sort of, I know she’d kill me if she knew knew.”

Smiling at that, Danny’s chuckles dimmed into a low titter before his eyes wandered back on over to Marshall, “Take good care of her for me, yeah? She acts tough but she’s soft as.”

I scoffed lightly, already prepping to roll my eyes when Marshall’s reply caught me a tad off guard. “I’ve realised.” He said gently, giving me a quirked smile when he caught me watching, “But no, she’s in good hands here. Me and my daughter are enjoying havin’ her here.”

My heart warmed at his words, the smile which overwhelmed my face too sappy even for my own liking. I made a vague sniff, pressing further into the man’s side as I hung my head to hide my reaction. Em didn’t falter, in fact he pressed closer too.

“Good to hear it.” Danny’s voice came through before there was a rather loud crash on the other side of the call, one which had Danny’s head shooting up, his eyes widening a fraction before a rowdy figure flew into him, knocking my brother sideways.

I shared a startled look with Em, completely confused, but noted the way Marshall backed away ever so at the new figure who’d come and intervened. A few more blokes fanned in and around the background, though those seemed to be preoccupied, not even paying Danny and his fellow soldier anymind, as though it was all normal.

“Er?” I heard myself say and it was after Danny had managed to shove the man off him with a breathless laugh, attempting to right himself once more, that I caught sight of the slight amusement which shone in Marshall’s eyes.

“Fuckin’ lump, I told you to stop doin’ that.” My brother exclaimed, and where I’d expected him to sound a bit miffed by the sudden attack, I was surprised to hear real affection there.

“But, my darlin’, I missed ya!” Came a bright Irish lilt just as a plethora of fawn coloured curls spilled over the bunk’s bedsheets before following his body back up into a standard sitting position. His grin was overwhelmingly white and almost large enough to hide his green eyes from view.

There was a bit more roughhousing as Danny shoved his army mate away when the kid started making kissy faces at him. “Piss off, you twat. I’m on the phone.”

It was that which had the other lad pausing in his messing, his head rolling over to the left where he found Dan’s phone, as well as me, I supposed. I waved, still a little surprised by the whole ordeal. “Hiya?”

“Fuck me.” The Irish man murmured lowly, eyes wide enough for me to see just how light his green eyes actually were, before he shuffled forward to flash a charming grin my way, “Aye, you’re lovely, have we met before? You look awfully familiar, mhuirnín.”

I had zero idea how to answer that, though I wasn't confused enough not to recognise the sweet name he’d used for me there. “Uh.”

“Leave it out, Lynch.” Danny huffed, swatting the other soldier who was still geared up in his tactical vest. “That’s my sister, you dickhead.”

“Wha?” Was the reply Danny received, before his mate turned back to the camera with another endearing grin, “I’m Tadhg, darlin’.” He introduced, name sounding more like Taig. “But I swear I weren’t lyin’ when I reckoned ye looked familiar. We din’t mess ‘round behind a Spoons on me last leave, did we?”

His brash words and assumption startled a loud laugh out of me, one which had Em’s brow furrowing slightly and Danny’s face falling into a scowl. “No we did not, you little shit.” I said, my head shaking at the cheek of it even as he continued grinning cheekily.

“Lynch, I’m warnin’ you.” Came my brother’s low mutter as he yanked his mate back away from the camera, Tadhg didn’t seem to mind the manhandling much.

“I’m just introducin’ meself, Danny boy!”

“Well don’t, she’s taken.” Danny retorted, confusing me a tad, yet I didn’t deny it, rolling my eyes at my brother's obvious displeasure.

My stare wandered over to Em, who was fiddling with his thumbs, he looked up at me as though sensing my gaze, I smiled. The gesture grew when it was returned.

“El. El– aye, Lia!” Dan’s voice rang through, I snapped my attention back towards him but it was almost as though he hadn't expected his shout to draw in one of the lot behind him–

“Oh shit, is that Elia?”

It was sheer impulse, the way my head turned towards Marshall at the unexpectedness of hearing my name. Em seemed to sense my sudden dismay because he was plastered back to my side in a second, arm coming to wrap around my waist. The touch settled the anxious response that had been drilled into me and I was a tad bit thankful for the fact that he was only portionally in the frame when I looked back to my brother.

A third guy seemed to have joined our Facetime call, his eyes as dark as his braided hair and caught on me from where he’d come to kneel on the bunk behind both Danny and Tadhg. “Shit, it is!” His voice was layered in a thick Mancunian accent, one which reminded me of a friend I had back home, “How’d you know Elia, pal?”

“Elia?” Tadhg wondered, eyes flitting across my face before a sheen of recognition settled in there, “Fuck, I just asked Elia if we shagged behind a Spoons.”

“You did what?” The Manc spluttered slightly, his eyes alarmed.

I bit my tongue to keep from chuckling at that, but Em had no such qualms, apparently having picked up on a bit of slang whilst he’d been in the UK, that or just having been ‘round me far too long.

“Idiots.” Danny sighed, giving Tadhg one last final shove before he let his shoulders drop and glanced over at me, “Sorry, El. I wouldn’t have called if I’dve known this lot would come bargin’ in.”

“You’re alright.” I told Danny genuinely, I’d take any sort of interruption if it meant I got to talk to him for a little while. “It’s nice to meet your mates though, you lads doin’ alright over there?”

“All good, Els.” Danny assured me, but it was short lived because Tadhg was turning to grace the third soldier with a perplexed look.

“How’d you know who she was anyway, Sully?”

Sully, the dark eyed lad with the Manc accent, shrugged as he looked back down at his friend, “Mate, she’s been like my crush for years. Had a poster of her on me wall when I were back home.”

My eyebrows raised at the admission (I mean how old was this kid? Fresh out of school?) and it was then that Marshall chose that exact moment to clear his throat. I shot him a knowing look, one which he returned with a rueful smile.

The three lads turned to us at that exact moment, Tadhg laughing at the sudden sheepishness Sully’s smile took on, whilst Danny just heaved another prolonged sigh.

“Fuck, that’s well awkward.” Sully noted, only furthering said awkwardness.

Marshall looked over to me, that smile still as present as ever, “Didn’t know you had posters.”

“Me neither.” I snorted quietly in return, leaning into him until our moment was cut short.

“What the fuck, Danny!”

Both Marshall and I’s head spun around to see what had happened, only to realise that it had been us. We were what had happened.

“What the fuck, man?” Tadhg said after a long moment had passed. Too long.

I cringed a tad, expecting to have Marshall move away now that he’d been spotted too, having leaned too far into the camera’s view when his head had ducked down to join mine. But he didn’t, move that is. Didn’t shy away at all. In fact, he nodded to the duo in a small hello. “Sup.”

Tadhg and Sully’s eyes were boring into us now, utterly stunned, which would have been funny if it wasn’t for the shock of it all. Danny sat off to one side with his face buried in his hands before he slowly lifted his head, showing off an all too apologetic smile.

I waved him away before he could open his massive gob to say something as stupid as sorry, it wasn’t his fault and it wasn’t like we’d really discussed anything, about his army friends knowing who I was and certainly not about them meeting Marshall, who Danny himself had only just realised was said ‘mystery man’.

“Alright, clear out.” Danny ended up saying instead, shooing his pals off his bunk.

Seemed that the pair weren’t all that easily led though. “Oi, whaddya mean? Let us meet the famous people!” Tadhg hassled, shoving back on the hand Danny was trying to push him away with.

“Yeah, man! I mean, fuckin’ hell, Eminem was the last person I figured I’d be meetin’ today, lads.” Sully added as he rocked further into the little space that sat between Tadhg and Danny, elbows coming up to rest on either man’s shoulder.

“He’ll be the last person you’ll ever meet if you two don’t piss off.” Danny huffed, swatting Sully’s hand off.

“Ooo, tetchy!” Sully laughed, prodding Danny further by deeming it alright to hang over his shoulder instead now, Tadhg’s face being squished against his torso. “Heya, mate! Your last album? Fuckin’ fire, fella!”

Surprisingly, Em seemed to snort at the kid’s words and had since settled into the fact that he was now wholeheartedly a part of this conversation. “Appreciate it, man.”

I watched on as Sully continued to rant about all the emotions he’d felt whilst listening to the LP and was warmed by the way Marshall answered each of his and Tadhg’s questions with a genuine acknowledgement, delving when and where he could. Danny appeared to watch it all too, observing how his mates fawned over Marshall and even me at times, though Tadhg’s, I figured, was more down to the fact that he was a massive flirt, having picked up on him even trying his luck with Marshall, much to the man’s obliviousness.

A while must have passed before Danny finally cut in, giving Marshall a small reprieve, “Alright, as enlightening as this has been,” He mentioned, eyes flitting over to Tadhg, who simply winked at him in return, “I wanna talk to my sister for a bit.”

“Awh, mate! We’re soldiers, this is like our make a wish or summat!” Tadhg almost whined, Sully and Danny snorting at his huffy behaviour as though it was typical, but the pair did eventually make a move to leave, Sully giving us a big thumbs up and a toothy grin whilst Tadhg shot us a joint wink. “Here if you ever need a rebound!”

Danny kicked his arse with the side of his boot as the man dipped out of view, though we heard the hearty laugh that followed in the Irish boy’s wake. He was shaking his head ever so when he glanced back at Em and I, “Sorry ‘bout them. Army life makes meetin’ normal people that more exciting, you know?”

I huffed a quiet chuckle whilst Marshall gifted Danny an easy but tired grin, he rapped the counter as he pushed to stand back to his full height. “I’ma go check on Z,” He mentioned to me before turning back to face Danny again, “Was good meetin’ you, man. Have to do this again sometime, for real.”

Knowing my brother like I did, I could see the slight ripple of surprise that echoed through his reaction to that statement, but on the surface he just dropped his chin and gave Em a sporting grin in turn. “‘Course, mate. Lookin’ forward to it.”

Just before he could slip away, Marshall lingered a second longer, hand squeezing my waist where it had failed to fall away in all the time we’d spent speaking and his smile widening just a fraction for me to see. “I’ll come find you in a bit.” I promised, he dipped his head and I listened as he padded out of the kitchen and over to the stairs.

Danny was the one to break the quiet we settled into. “He’s nice.”

I peered back at him to find him wearing a genuine smile, not a trace of animosity to be found in his voice. My grin was small, an attempt to hide the fondness I knew he’d find there. “Yeah, he is.”

Shaking his head around a knowing smile, Danny took his phone into his hand, “I was so right about there being a mystery man.”

Scoffing at the words, I cut my eyes at him but still looked back over my shoulder to make sure that Em hadn’t heard, even though it was impossible that he had, he was upstairs with Z.

“Shut up, idiot.” I told him, slipping over to the backdoor and into the cool air the garden offered. I’d only been out there the once but it was just as lovely as the house’s front driveway, though a lot larger. “It isn’t like that.”

Danny hummed, unconvinced. “Sure it ain’t. Remember though, I know you.”

“And what’s that meant to mean?”

He laughed giddily in reply, “You’re smitten!”

“Fuck off.” I huffed, looking away.

He wasn’t having any of it though. “You fuckin’ are! Know it too.” He continued to chuckle, all smuglike, “Deny it all you want if that’s what makes you happy though.”

I rolled my eyes, “It really isn’t like that, Dan. He’s– well, he’s him.”

“You’ve always been a right idiot, you know that?” Danny fired back, voice a little heated though his sigh told me that he wasn’t willing to expand on his statement, “What you been up to anyway? Seen his Porsche yet or is that reserved for red carpets?”

“You’re such a prat.”

Danny grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

Blowing out a breath, I resolved to let the argument go. “It’s been good here, nice. It’s so different from London. I mean, I’ve seen so much already. Even had a fuckin’ rap battle with this friend of Em’s.”

Danny looked like he didn’t believe me.

“I swear it, Dan!” I laughed in defence, pressing my knuckles into my mouth to keep from being too loud.

“Come off it, you?” He asked, though there was a slight note of awe there.

“Me.” I retorted with a great big old smile, “It was so surreal, like I don’t know how it even happened.”

Danny started chuckling and he shook his head at me in utter disbelief, “Only you, I swear. Wish I could’ve been there.”

“Me too.”

A wave of quiet passed between us.

“I’m glad you’re havin’ a good time.” Danny finally murmured, looking at me with those eyes that so often reminded me of Lotts, of Mum. “If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, it’s you.”

My eyes flickered between his, a tad bit teary after hearing that, and so I sniffed and looked away in hopes to cover it up. “Hush up.”

Danny’s chuckles resonated even through the phone, bouncing around me and filling my chest with a sense of nostalgia. “Okay, only if you let me know when it happens.”

Brow furrowing, I looked to him with a question, “When what happens?”

All I received was a gentle smile, “You’ll know.”

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Therapy pt.3

Matt sturniolo x y/n / fem reader

Smutt, kinks, dom matt, punishments, a lot of crazy shit to do with the kinks discussed in the two therapy sessions. Lots of dirty shit honestly too much to put in the warning so … 🫦

Matts pov-

Im so worked up right now. After her saying she likes a challenge I just could not handle it anymore. I know its not appropriate to have sex with a client but fuck me with y/n I just cant control myself.

Since the first session she's been running through my mind. She is absolutely beautiful for one and the kinks she has are music to my ears whenever she reads them off. Ive had multiple dreams about the nasty depraved things I want to do to her and after tonight I don't know if we’ll be able to go back to just a therapist client relationship.

I see the way she looks at me when she thinks im not paying attention and fuck the way she bites her lip nervously after reading her kinks is so hot to me. She is such a dirty girl but hides it all under this sweet innocent persona and it drives me wild. I want to see her brake for me ... hear her begging me to let her cum and watching her unravel over and over until she's crying and begging for me to stop.

Tonight I will finally get what ive always wanted and the best part is I know she’ll let me . I don't think she caught it but when she described her type in our first session she pretty much described me perfectly. The tattoos , dark hair , blue eyes, a dark mysterious persona and not too mention her size kink.

Y/n is not super short but compared to me she looks so small and it drives me wild anytime she looks up at me when I stand in front of her . She constantly has bedroom eyes and thats one feature I love on her gorgeous little face . Im 6'4 and she's probably around 5'7 so as you can imagine the height difference is a good amount . (Ik this man’s is a cool 5’8 but we gonna act like he ain’t alright)

As she sits next to me in the car I cant help but watch her as her thighs squeeze tightly together and her breathing is slightly fast. I wonder what her gorgeous little mind is thinking knowing im taking her back home with me. I know she was tipsy when she said those words to me but drunk words are sober thoughts and im so glad she finally made it clear she is also attracted to me .

These 15 minutes need to go bye quick ... because once I get her inside this damn house she in for a very long night.

Your pov-

Your going crazy in his passenger seat your mind is running wild with possibility’s of what is going to happen.

The thought of him above me with his hand around my neck as he fucks into you so hard your crying is on a non stop loop in your mind you’ve been clenching your thighs for so long they are cramping . You’ve tried to think about anything else but every time you try every thought turns into him again. He's consuming your mind and you cant wait for him to consume every other part of you.

The fact he is in a high class b.d.s.m club also tells you a lot . All the men there are dominants of high power and class . Your mind wanders back to the two men Matt had introduced you to and honestly you feel bad that they will probably never hear from you but now that you know you can have Matt you don't even want to look at them again.

You were sonly entertaining them just incase u had to settle for the next best choice but you know Matt is going to ruin you tonight and after this there is no going back and you pray this car ride is almost over.

How much longer do we have

About 10 more minutes ... why

I just really have to pee this isn't a lie I do have to pee but we all know the real reason I wanted to know

don't worry were almost there

he sets his hand on your thigh causing your breathe to hitch , even the smallest touch from his hand has your pussy clenching and pulsing. he rubs small circles with his thumb causing you to let out a soft sigh but it came out more like a moan.

you don't try to cover it up you just keep looking out the window as the trees pass by and you finally pull up to a large black gate.

It opens when he presses a button and he slowly makes his way up the very long windy road leading up to what you can only guess is the house.

There are lights lining the road every few feet and there are old looking willow trees scattered along the sides . It's beautiful yet creepy at the same time.

The car come to a stop and you look through the front windshield at a beautiful modern gothic mansion

Wow Matt your house is just ... wow

Thank you me and my brothers have a love for gothic style architecture

god you drive my dream car and live in my dream house could you be more perfect

he laughs softly Well if you like the outside you’ll love the inside come on

you smile at him as you rush out of the car excited to see the interior of his gorgeous home

he gets out locking the car and taking your hand in his as he leads you to the front door and unlocks it letting you enter first .

you walk into the most breathe taking foyer.

Holy fuck you look around already involve with the house and this is only the entrance

im guessing you like it

LOVE it

he smiles and chuckles

wait till you see the victorian greenhouse in the back he says smiling at you leading you into the living room

God this house keeps getting better and better you say as you take in the dark interior of the living room.

I think your gonna love the kitchen come on he says leading you down a dark emerald green hallways into a large kitchen.

You're right I do love it . You guys love dark colors huh

yeah I guess so he says looking around actually realizing most of the house is black with dark accent colors.

I like it a lot even though its dark it doesn't feel depressing

yeah I agree . Okay time for the greenhouse

Oh . my .god this is beautiful . I have an entire Pinterest board for my dream house and i've always loved the idea of having a interior greenhouse but this is just beautiful you start walking around looking at all the flowers and plants they have growing around .

Yeah My brother nick loves this part of the house he actually does most of the planting and stuff

he has great taste in flowers night rider lilys are my favorite flower

He would talk your ear off for hours about all these flowers if he could

I would probably love that actually I mean this is just beautiful . Your lucky to have this in your house I hope you know that

oh I do trust me but lets go upstairs I wanna show you my favorite room

okay you say taking his hand as he leads you down another dark hallways leading to a spiral staircase .

As you reach the last step it enters into a large library

wow this is by far my favorite room

I knew you'd like it go up those stairs and look on the middle 3 shelves I think you'll like that section he says smirking

you take the staircase up and go to the shelves he told you too . You look at the books noticing they are all dark romance books . They are all hard covers and you trace them with your fingers landing on one in particular . Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton your favorite book you've read by far.

Matt steps behind you placing his hands on your hips .

You read haunting Adeline?

multiple times . I love this book

is that what started your stalker fantasies

It didn't start it but it definitely made it 10 times worse

what did start them he asks as you traced over other books that you've read

Honestly from a young age I always had thought in my brain that someone was or could be watching me through my window . My childhood home had woods behind and around the right side so I was always paranoid someone was out there but I guess... as I grew up the idea became appealing instead of scary.

mmm you like the cat and mouse game don't you... he moves closer to you as his lips brush your earlobe you like feeling like prey being hunted by a large ... scary ... predator hmmm . Don't you ?

you moan at the feel of his hands on you and the dirty words he said too you

I asked you a question he says as one of his hands travels up to your neck gripping it and spinning you around .

Now answer it... he says in a deep husky voice

y-yes I like it

mm such a depraved little slut aren't you

you moan not knowing what to say

never being satisfied ... having to come to me he says as he steps closer making your back hit the wall of books and you have to arch your neck that his hand is still around to look up at him towering over you.(again were pretending that this man isn't 5'8 alright) Telling me all the dirty ... depraved things you crave

you moan.

im gonna give you everything you want ... and your gonna thank me over and over

Jesus Christ you moan as you feel the wetness pooling in your underwear and slightly dripping down your thigh. You've never been so aroused in your life and all you want to do is beg him to touch you

his hand that was on your hip travels under your dress and up your thigh as his long fingers reach the inner of your thigh he groans

Such a little slut . Your so turned on its running down your thigh and I haven't even touched you yet

you whine as his hand slowly inches closer to where you need hm most

your gonna have to wait... the house tour isn't over yet

oh fuck you you sigh out. You're so turned on its driving you crazy .

excuse me he says gripping your throat even tighter and grabbing your face with his other making you look at him. You whine as you feel your teeth pressing into your cheeks from his tight hold.

you might want to watch your tone with me he says staring intently in your eyes.

yes sir you bite back your words laced with attitude

he lets go of your face and yanks you by your hand after him.

You make your way into a long hallway with a couple doors on each side

He opens the first one and its a fairly large bathroom

nice bathroom okay next room

someone is eager huh he says as he leads you to the next door

this is my brother chris's room

oh nice

then he walks to the next door farther down the hall on the left

and this is my brother nicks room

do you all live on the same floor ?

no my room is on the basement level

oh ... why?

you'll see he says as he leads you to the last room.

this is chris's at home studio he says as you let go of his hand and walk around looking at all the equipment.

does he make music ?

Sometimes yeah but he's more into producing backtracks and beats and stuff

that so cool

yeah the man loves his music . Come on I wanna show you the backyard

he leads you out of the room and down another flight of stairs leading out to the backyard.

This is one of my favorite parts of the house

wow the pool is amazing

yeah its great. and its heated so you can use it all year round

damn thats nice

yeah its pretty great but come on I saved the best rooms for last

he leads you back inside the house and leads you down a dark flight of stairs to the basement level .

The stairs lead into another living room

wow its dark down here

yeah I like it dark it feels ... cozy to me

mmm you hum as you look at the dark blue couch and the nice fire place behind it.

he leads you down another long hallway to the room at the end.

This is my room he says before opening the door

mmm its dark but cozy I like it

and that is my closet over there and this is my bathroom

mm its like your own apartment down here

yeah I love my brothers a lot but I like to have my own space

I get that , do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick

not at all go ahead he says as you swiftly make your way into the bathroom closing the door behind you. You had been holding in your pee for the entire house tour.

you make your way to the toilet and finally relieve yourself with a sigh. As you sit you look around the large bathroom noticing the nice ass shower. Your mind wanders to things you'd love to do with him in that shower.

You finish up and wash your hands and make your way back out into the room .

Matt is in the middle of taking off dress shirt and you cant help but watch the way his back muscles tense as he pulls in off and sets it in a laundry hamper.

he pulls on a black sweatshirt he must have changed into his sweatpants while you were in the bathroom .

He turns around noticing you .

Feel better

yes much better. I held it in for a while

he chuckles and then walks closer to you as he bends down and lifts one of your feet you balance yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder. He takes of your heel and then the other.

You sigh feeling so much more comfortable .

Go into my closet and grab a sweatshirt I know you probably want to get out of that dress

as you make your way to the closet he slaps your ass causing you to gasp.

you smile as you make your way into the large walk in closet and finding a line of sweatshirt hung on the top rack .

you grab a grey sweatshirt and start undoing your dress as it slips off . You weren't wearing a bra under the dress so all you have under his large sweatshirt is your lace thong that is soaked with your arousal from earlier.

you walk back out and he smiles at you .

You look good in my sweatshirt

yeah its comfy too to say as you hold your arms out looking down .

its fits big on you since he's significantly taller than you.

I have a feeling I won't be getting it back anytime soon

yeahhh don't hold your breathe you say smiling back at him.

ready for the last room

mhm you smile knowing you're finally going to be getting what you want after this last room.

he leads you out of his room and down a small hall leading to a large door at the end .

I think you'll like this one he says with a smirk on his face.

he opens the door and turns on the light . Your mouth drops as you see what the room is.

A fucking sex dungeon

you walk around the room looking at all the whips and ropes that line the left wall. The right wall is adorned with blindfolds and other kind of restraints .

you still think you can handle me he says in your ear as he swiftly walks around you with his hand on your waist

you make eye contact nodding your head hoping hell finally touch you.

take the sweatshirt off he says sternly.

you slowly lift it over your head as your nipple immediately harden since this part of the house is cooler than the rest.

he groans at the sight of your bare body in front of him.

he slowly traces a hand down your face then neck and then he reaches your tits as he pulls on your nipples causing you to moan from the pain and pleasure.

he pulls on them harder making you gasp for air .

his hands move to your waist as he effortlessly picks you up and holds under your thighs to keep you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

he brings his mouth to your neck biting and sucking leaving marks as you moan from the feeling.

you sound so beautiful he goes back into your neck leaving more marks.

your legs tighten around his waist as he bites down harshly on your shoulder

fuck you gasp as he lets go and kisses it softly

he sets you down and spins you around walking you over to the couch and bending you over the arm rest .

he bends down so his mouth is at your ear

I think you need to learn some manners hmm

you know that he's probably referring to the library when you coped an attitude with him .

all you do is shake your head yes

use your words y/n . he says in a harsh tone that has you pulsing around nothing.

yes you say sounding out of breathe .

yes what ...

yes sir

good girl

you hear him walk away but stay where he put you .

you hear him step back behind you and feel something cold run along your left ass cheek . You lay there waiting for what he's going to do .

Something slaps down on your cheek causing you to gasp . It didn't hurt but it definitely would leave a mark if he smacks harder.

you know what this is ? he asks seeing if you'll guess correctly

ummm I don't know

he smacks down the object again with more force causing your hips to buck harshly into the arm rest.

take a guess and maybe ill go easy on you

fuck umm I... a crop wip

he smacks down on your other cheek

such a smart girl

you moan at his praise as he smacks down again.

he tosses it on the couch and grabs you to stand up by your hair causing you to whine.

You have no idea what I want to do to you right now

you let out a quiet moan .

Please . Do anything you want .use me

yeah you want me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are his tone making it evident he's smirking.

yes... fuck please

he lets go of your hair and walks over to the wall of blindfolds picking up a blue satin one and walking back over to you .

turn around he says as he stands in front of you .

You do as he says and he ties it around your eyes and nots it at the back securing it tightly .

you run your hands over the silky cool material smiling .

he guides you by your waist until he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the couch your back arching into the back of the couch.

his hands move up and down your sides until he reaches your panty lines and pulls them down your legs slowly .

spread your legs for me show me how much of a mess i've made you

you spread your legs and he groans

such a pretty little pussy he says before placing soft wet kisses on your inner thighs causing you to squirm in anticipation.

his breathe hits your sensitive clit and your hips buck . You want him to finally touch you so badly you just cant help yourself .

he places a soft kiss on your clit causing you to moan .

fuck... please

tell me what you want

please I need your mouth so bad

mmm he groans before diving into your pussy as he licks and sucks .Fuck he's good at this . Your breathing is erratic as you squirm under him .

oh- my god fuck

yeah ... am I making you feel good he says before going back to sucking your clit

yes fuck so good you moan out . He starts flicking his tongue in the perfect spot that has your legs trembling.

Oh FUCK oh my god right there

he smirks against your pussy as he inserts a finger inside your gushing entrance eliciting a loud moan from you.

Oh my god fuck im so close

Cum for me sweetheart cover my mouth with it

his words immediately send you tumbling over the edge as your legs tremble and you're gasping for air .

such a good girl for me he says as you come down from your high and he pulls his finger out of you .

your catching your breathe as he licks his fingers clean.

such a sweet little pussy he groans .

get up he says in a raspy tone you immediately obey standing up and waiting for more instruction.

he walks over to the wall of restraints and ropes he picks a set and walks back over to you .He pulls off the blindfold and throws it down.

you blink adjusting to the lights then looking down at what's in his hand.

you smile and he notices.

come on he says making you walk in front of him .

he watches the way your ass moves when you walk making him even more painfully hard than he already is.

you make it back in his room and he shuts the door harshly then grabs you buy the back of the neck.

hands behind your back

you hold them behind your back and he puts the wrist restrains on securing them enough they won't slip off but not tight enough to hurt.

walk to the end of the bed

You walk slowly to the end of the bed as he trails closely behind.One you reach the end he moves your hair and tells you to hold it . He then secures the neck piece of the restraints. It holds your head at and angle that is slightly uncomfortable but you enjoy it.

He pulls his sweatshirt off and he spins you around to face him.

You look so beautiful all restrained for me

you smile up at him as your eyes trail his upper body the best they can with the restraints .

he pushes your shoulders down as he makes you sit on the edge of the bed.

he slowly unties the string of his sweatpants and slides them down and kicks them off.

Your gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty little mouth

you moan in agreement.

his bulge is right in front of your face causing you to gulp. He is definitely not small and that makes you slightly nervous.

He starts pulling down his boxers causing his rock hard dick to pop out and slap you on the face. You jump not expecting it which makes him chuckle.

Open .

you open your mouth and he shoves his middle and ring finger into your mouth you gag slightly as they hit the back of your mouth and your eyes water.

mmm were gonna need to work on that he says as you gag on his finger the farther he pushes back.

He pulls them out and strokes his long thick length a couple times before looking down at you smirking.

he taps his dick on your lips telling you to open your mouth .

The second you open your mouth he slides into it and slowly thrusts in and out . His girth has the corners of your mouth stretching and your jaw hurts from how wide you have to keep your mouth open .

he grabs the back of your head and starts thrusting hard and fast. You're gagging and coughing around him causing him to groan .

Fuck look at you drooling and gagging . Such a fucking mess for me

you moan around him as tears roll down your face and spit is dripping out of the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. His thrust get harder his tip bruising your throat with each thrust. You're crying as your eyes get foggy from your mascara bleeding into them. You're gagging loudly as he goes deeper down your throat.

You try moving your hand to his thighs only to remember they are secured behind your back. So you try the next best thing and start trying to inch further up the bed and away from him which only seems to make him thrust more aggressively.

nahuh don't try and get away ... you said you'd be a good girl for me he grunts out horsly as his breathing is loud and curses pour out of his mouth signaling he's close.

I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth and your gonna swallow all of it you understand he groans out as you nod your head the best you can .

he harshly thrusts a couple more times before burying himself as deep as he can go and fills your throat and mouth with his cum. He pulls out and slaps his hand over your mouth.

You better fucking swallow it. he says in a harsh tone that has your pussy gushing.

you swallow down the thick liquid furrowing your brows from the weird texture. He takes his hand off your mouth .

good girl listening so well he says before gently stroking your lips with his thumb. You hum at the soft touch and lean into it.

stand up you immediately stand up and look up at him with teary bedroom eyes.

he spins you around and bends you over the side of the bed .

He runs his hand down your back and grabs onto the chain connected to the back of the collar pulling your head back so you're looking at him. You whimper at the way the collar part tightens with the angle.

You want me to fuck you dumb he asks with a cocky smile on his face.

you nod and he slaps you on the ass with his free hand.

Use your fucking words when I ask you a question

y-yes I want you to fuck me

tell me how bad you want it ... beg for it he says making the chain a bit tighter in his hand.

p-please I want it so bad please your voice coming out broken and raspy.

mmm beg louder i wanna hear the desperation int that pretty little voice of yours

please Please fuck me I want it so bad PLEAse

mmm you sound so pretty when you beg he says as he lets go of the chain and your head falls onto the mattress .

his hand runs further down your ass to your throbbing core.

he slides a finger in causing you to whimper .

Fuck you're so wet. You like having my dick down your throat don't you

you moan in agreement causing him to slap your ass hard.

don't you he says deeply .

y-yes I love it

such a little slut he says as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a pace that has your toes curling.

f-fuck oh my-

yeah you like my fingers

y-yes sir f-fuck I love them

he groans at you calling him sir and he speeds up his fingers curling them to hit the perfect spot that has your legs starting to tremble and your orgasm building at a fast pace.

oh- fuck I-im gonna cum

not until you beg for it

f-fuck oh god

don't even think about cumming without my permission he says slapping your ass as you loudly moan into the mattress.

F-fuck please can I cum fuck please please

hold it

b-but your breathing so hard as you try on focus on not cumming.

I know you can do it

fuck I- cant please let me cum fuck please

no your gonna hold it until I say you can cum

you whine in protest as your eyes swell with tears and your legs are shaking as your hands ball into fists

f-fuck I c-cant you cry out as it starts to get painful holding it back

yes you fucking can his pace gets faster and you break not being able to hold it anymore.

did you just fucking cum after I told you not too

you orgasm so hard around his fingers you don't even care he's angry you couldn't follow directions.

I t-told you I could hold it

he pulls you up by the chain causing you to gasp and cry out from the force.

he sits down and throws you over his knees.

you are going to learn to follow directions

you whine knowing he's about to make you regret that last orgasm.

his hand comes down on your ass causing you to whine

your gonna take as many spankings as I see fit and your gonna thank me for every single one

his hand comes down harshly causing your ass to sting

f-fuck thank you sir

his hand comes down on the same spot at least 15 times before you're crying and begging him to stop .

m-matt please it hurts you cry out as his hand comes down again.

im sorry who his hands come down at a fast pace hitting your stinging red cheek at least 5 times.

OW F-fuck sir please I- cant t-take anymore please im sorry I won't do it again

he rubs his hand softly over your red and raised ass cheek admiring his large hand print that is now imprinted in the skin and tracing the blood vessels that burst around the print smiling to himself.

you think you learned your lesson he asks in a softer voice.

yes sir I promise I will listen from now on you sigh out . Your ass cheek is stinging so much and your breathing is erratic from crying.

he helps you stand up before he pushes you back over the edge of the bed again . His strokes. his rock hard dick a couple times before he runs the tip through your wet folds .

he slowly pushes in causing you to hiss from the stretch he's so big that you know no matter how slow he enters you it'll hurt.

ahh shit you whine out as he pushes a little deeper.

I know sweetheart you're doing so good for me he says running his hand down the small of your back trying to sooth you.

mmm you whine as he still pushes in .

You're doing so good . Only half more to go

Thats only half you loudly cry out . You already feel so full and you don't know how you're gonna handle all of it .

he chuckles at your reaction ad he pushes deeper and deeper .

fuck you're so fucking tight .

You whine and squirm as the stinging gets worse when his thickest part enters you .

Jesus c-christ your so big you cry out as you try and calm your breathing.

I know baby but you're almost there he groans as he pushed in until he is balls deep .

you cry out as he fills you up fully with his entire length staying still letting you adjust. You knew he was big but you dint expect him to stretch you this much but you also haven't had sex in a while so its not that shocking . You've also never taken a dick this big , he's a good 9 inches and girthy as fuck.

fuck okay you can move but please go slow

he starts to slowly thrust in and out as you continue to adjust .

mmm you whine as the pain fades into pleasure

feel good he says as as he speeds up the pace ever so slightly.

y-yes sir

he groans as you pulse around him .

can you handle it if I go faster he grunts out. The slow pace is not something he enjoys. He likes to be rough and hard but he doesn't want to hurt you.

yes fuck please go faster the second these words leave your moth he starts thrusting faster . Your gasping and moaning as he hits your g- spot over and over.

h-harder fuck please sir fuck me harder

god you're such a little slut he grunts as he starts going harder and your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building.

FUCK O-OH MY GOD Y-YOU'RE SO DEEP

Yeah you liked being fuck like a dirty whore

ye-yes I love it FUCK

I can feel you pulsing around me sweetheart . You gonna cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are

Y-YES SIR. FUCK CAN I CUM P-PLEASE

yeah cum all over my cock

FUCK you scream as you cum all over him and your legs tense and shake under him .

You come down from your high as he still pounds into you as your entire body trembles under him.

MMm f-fuck you pant out as he continues pounding into you relentlessly.

so fucking wet for me he groans out as he takes a hold of the chain and yanks your head back to look up at him. Your breathing becomes scattered as the collar cuts off your air way.

You feel how deep I am hmm

you furrow your brows in pleasure but maintain eye contact and nod your head as moans slip out of your mouth.

he lets go of the chain as your head drops down and you regain a normal breathing pattern. He grabs the small chain that connects the cuffs together and starts pounding into you deeper causing you to scream out.

AHH FUCK S-SO DEEP I C-CANT

mmm you can .he grabs you by your hair and lowers himself over you so he's right by your ear , and you fucking will

he lifts off of you continuing to thrust so hard and deep your legs lift off the ground and kick the back of his thighs.

MM j-jesus christ m-matt His movements stop and pulls yanking you up by your hair causing you to cry out from the burn .

he unhooks your hands and spins you around to face him as he rebooks them in front of you.

Lay down for me he says and you climb back onto the bed laying down.He climbs back onto the bed and settles in-between your legs as he pushes them apart as far as they go and he pushes back into you .

Fuck oh m-my god you whine as he thrusts roughly into you and your eye close as the pleasure runs through you.

he slaps you causing you to wince.

look at me while I fuck you dumb

your eyes open as you moan and shake under him..

oh f-fuck im g-gonna you cry out before juices spray out of you all over his dick.

Thats it squirt all over me .Fuck your doing so good for me

you whine as your legs start to shake and you start to feel overstimulated from all the other orgasm you've had.

F-fuck I c-cant take -I-it

he grips your face tightly as he brings his face closer to yours.

well your gonna have to. Im not nearly close to being done with you he says before he lifts your legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting rougher and deeper causing a bulge to show in your stomach.

FUCK d-daddy I he cuts you off by pushing down on your stomach feeling himself in you.

call me daddy again and you'll regret it he groans out.

y-yes sir im s-sorry

He pushes down harder on the bulge in your stomach causing you to scream out as you squirt again.

Fuck keep fucking doing that your so fucking hot

mmmm f-fuck you whine as tears start streaming down your face

your entire body is shaking from the overstimulation you're feeling.

FUCK I CANT PLEASE I ... you squirt again . He has to pull out from how much is coming out.

He pushes two fingers into you causing you to scream . He curls them and moves them so fast your entire body is rocking . He hits your spot over and over until your squirting again all over his fingers and the bed.

J-jesus christ its t-too much you cry out as you they to move his hand away but failing since they are connected to the chain that isn't long enough for you to reach him.

I guess ill just have to force you take it then huh he says before replacing his fingers with his dick and fucking you so rough your seeing stars and all you can do is moan and cry .

the tears are streaming down your face as shake under him.

who's pussy is this he asks as he thrusts into you at a new angle that takes your breathe away. You want to answer him but no words are coming out of your mouth.

He slaps you across the face two times before he grips it and makes you look at him.

Whos fucking pussy is this y/n

Y-YOURS ITS YOURS FUCK you scream out as you cum all over him

that's it such a good girl he groans as you shake under him .

His thrusts don't let up if anything he starts going harder.

You're crying as whining under him unable to get words or moans out all you can do I breathe hard.

Look at you . Fucking you dumb hmm he says with a cocky smirk .

mmmmm you whine and kind of cry out as you lift your hips from the bed trying to get away from him but he grabs your hips hitting you at a different angle that has you choking on air.

so pathetic trying to run away from me he says as he grips your hips so tight there will be bruises Tommorrow.

F-f-fuck you you cry out . You're so overstimulate it hurts .

he slaps you across the face then shoves his fingers into your mouth causing you to gag and couch as he presses down your tongue.

watch your fucking mouth he says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and starts rubbing circles on your clit as he continues pounding into you.

MMM N-NO I CANT I-C-CANT you scream out as you feel another painful orgasm building.

oh but you will he says as he feels you pulsing around him signaling your close.

F-FUCK MMMM you scream in a horse shaky voice as your orgasm all over him so hard your entire body shakes and lifts off the bed as he continues rubbing your clit until you come down from your high as your brain goes fuzzy and your vision blurs.

your body is exhausted and your non stop shaking as he continues thrusting into you.

Fuck you gonna let me fill this pussy with my cum hmm

y-yes p-please you whine knowing that he's close brings a smile to your face you don't know how much more you can take.

yeah such a little cum slut aren't you

mmm y-yes sir you moan as his thrust get sloppy .

f-fuck he groans as he fills you up .

you lay there trying to catch your breathe as he pulls out and pulls you up unlatching the collar and handcuffs . you let out a sigh and stretch your arms since they are locked up from the position they were forced into for so long.

You okay he asks smiling softly at you .

you look at him softly smiling before climbing into his lap and holding onto him .

mmhm just... tired you say smiling against his chest. He rubs your back softly as he holds you tight.

lets go get cleaned up hmm he coos in your ear.

mmhm you sigh into his chest but don't have the energy to move.

he stands up holding you as walks to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet letting you pee as he starts the shower .

once you finish your business he picks you up and walks you both into the shower and under the water.

you sigh as the water runs over your exhausted body . He slowly sets you down but still holds you tight knowing your legs are not very stable right now. He grabs some body wash and doors it all over your body before rubbing it in and letting in rinse away . You wash his torso and then rubs it all over his back then he rinses it off.

You smile to yourself feeling so taken care of at the moment and it makes you happy .

what you smiling about he jokes as he smiles down at you.

nothing your just... I just feel taken care of thats all

aftercare is very important to me you know that

I know its just not something i'm used to so.. thank you

of course beautiful he says as he runs his hands through your wet hair and places a kiss on your forehead.

he turns off the water and helps you step out as he wraps the large towel around you and wraps his around his waist.

you both make your way back into his room after drying off most of the water . He grabs a shirt for you to throw on and he throws on some boxers and sweat shorts .

you okay ... hungry thirsty ?

yeah both actually

alright lets go to the kitchen i'll Make something

you make your way up the two flights of stairs to the main floor and walk through the halls to the kitchen.

what time is it you ask as you reach the kitchen

4 am a voice says from further in the kitchen making you yelp and jump in surprise .

matt laughs as he makes his way over to the fridge grabbing things out as you stand there clutching you chest trying to catch your breathe.

sorry sweetheart I didn't mean to scare you the other one says as he approaches you with a small chuckle.

no no its okay just wasn't expecting anyone to be in here.

im Chris he says offering a hand for you to shake .

y/n you say with a smile as you shake his hand.

ahhh so your y/n he says smirking and looking at matt

what's that supposed to mean you ask slightly confused.

oh nothing me and nick have just heard a lot about you over the past two weeks

Oh really you ask with a smile looking at matt who's rolling his eyes.

Mhmm he says winking at you causing you to blush.

what are you doing up anyway

Couldn't sleep . I was gonna go for a swim but then I got hungry he says walking over to the fridge and pulling out a water.

he looks over to you . Want a water

oh sure thank you

You walk over to the island and sit down in one of the chairs.watching as Matt cooks . Chris comes and sits next to you placing the water down in front of you.

so y/n what do you do for work?

im a stylist you say smiling at him

ah so thats why you always have good outfits.

you smile at him from the compliment

yeah I guess so

do you like it

yeah I love it most of the time

why most of the time

well I work with celebrity's a lot and some of them are complete assholes so you know

ahh yeah I get that some of them just act so entitled

right its ridiculous . Matt said your a music producer

yeah I am its pretty cool

I bet id love to be able to make my own music

Matt smiles at you as he admires the way you get along with his brother .

do you sing?

yeah a bit

you should totally record in my studio sometime

id love that but you know thats only if Matt keeps me around

Trust me I will Matt says smirking at you making you smile

well im gonna go for a swim and then probably go to bed .

bye it was nice to formally meet you

yeah you too he says as he walks away down the hall to the pool.

so you sing Matt says smiling

yeah not but only really to myself im kinda awkward when people watch me

well maybe one day I can get you too sing for me

mmm yeah maybe

he finishes plating up the chicken and potatoes he made and slides u a plate and some silverware across the island.

you immediately cut off a piece and take a bite as he wits for your reaction.

oh my god this is so good you say as you lean back in your chair with a smile .

im glad you like it he says smiling and coming to sit next to you.

this is another reason I love older guys

food..? he asks chuckling a little bit

no like you actually cooked me something not just fell asleep and left me to fend for myself

I mean its a pretty easy thing to do he says smiling and taking a bite of his food

yeah but guys my age just arent like you

well then im glad you found me

oh trust me me too you say with a smirk .

okayyy eat your food he says laughing

you laugh a little before finishing the meal he cooked .

that was so good thank you

of course

he gets up and puts the plates in the dishwasher before coming back over to you.

you know what im craving

hmm

desert he says with a wicked smile on his face...

part four coming since I feel like this one is already way too long and took me forever to finish.

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#spotify #matt sturniolo #smut #bd/sm daddy #fanfiction #dirty nasty

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fortheb0ys · 8 months ago

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You know I was randomly thinking about how my sister and I started saying "yummers" because of homelander saying it to a-train 😭‼️

Then thought of you and wanted to tell you that info‼️ and maybe drop this in your inbox bc :3c

Cw: Trans Jeff Sadecki, Creampie, breeding kink, crying (I have not watched yellowjackets i am so sorry if he's ooc 😭‼️), squirting, using cunt and cocklet for Jeff's genitals, meow!

Honestly you don't know how you got here, balls deep in Jeff's cunt while in the woods.

Well, you did know. It's not like your memory is that bad.

You hadn't seen Jeff for a long, long time. Growing up together just a house away as close friends, knowing each other so well at one point people said it was eery how in tune you two were. But you left for college, and Jeff stayed where you grew up with him.

You had graduated, calls and letters becoming less and less overtime. Missing him terribly but wanting to make it where you were, not willing to drop everything to a man who was already so busy. You didn't want to burden him, and dig up past feelings that had already sealed shut.

Now you're older, successful, done everything you could to become who you are. Yet you felt.... unfulfilled. You knew exactly what was missing, knew exactly what you needed....

Him.

So you trudged your sorry ass all the way back to the old place you left behind so many years ago, seeing how some of the sights had changed. Totally not procrastinating finding Jeff, knowing where he works and lives because of social media.

Eventually, you get the balls to find your way to his job. Watching as he walks towards his car, blissfully unaware that you're right there.

"Jeff." You clear your throat, watching as he stills and turns around with wide- disbelieving eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bright eyed smile crossing his face as he walks up to you, pulling you in for a good and strong hug.

It's familiar, the way his arms wrap around your shoulders. Your arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close. His scent, his smile, his eyes.

Fuck.

"I missed this place, missed all the people."

Missed you. Goes left unsaid.

"You did? This ol' place?" He looks at you as if you grown two heads, clapping you on the shoulders and pulling away to lean back against his car.

"Yeah, is that really so hard to believe?" You murmur, unable to help the way you lean towards him. Moving just that bit closer to be deemed almost too friendly.

You know him, known him for years.

You can see the way his breath hitches, eyes widening slightly as you move a bit closer. The way he shifts to subtly squeeze his thighs together.

You smile, feeling your eyes darken and your heart begin to pound.

"Okay, maybe I fibbed a little. What, or who, I really missed was you."

It didn't take long for Jeff to push you into his car, unbuckling and unzipping your pants eagerly. Lips slotted together with yours as you practically rip his pants off of him, drawing him onto your semi-clothed lap and groaning at the feel of his bare cunt pressing against your length.

He doesn't even wait for himself to get all that wet, doesn't need to. Already soaked and dripping from his pink cunt, delicious curly blonde bush slicked down from sweat and arousal. His shaking hand guiding you up and against his hole.

Both of you groan into each other's mouths as he sinks down, down, down. Ass flush against your thighs, walls a warm vice around your cock.

"Fuck, you fit perfect-" He gasps out, holding onto your shoulders for purchase. Guttural moan flying past his lips as you hold his hips in place and jackhammer up into him.

"Been wanting you like this for years. Never had the chance back then, so I'm not wasting any time now." You growl out, kissing and nipping against his jaw. Wanting him covered in your marks, want to fill his cunt with your spend. Want to claim him in every way you can because you refuse to let him slip from your fingers again.

"Wait — fuck — slow down!" He cries out, cunt so slick you're sure it's audible outside of the car. But do you slow down? No. He's not in pain, he's just close.

You can feel it with the way his walls spasm, feel it in the way he gets wetter and wetter. Feel it in the way his blunt nails are digging into your shoulders at each sloppy thrust. Pink lips all puffy and red, slack with spit, eyes all glazed over.

He's about to go stupid from your dick.

You bring your hand to his cocklet, thumbing at the sensitive tip and seeing the way he goes wide-eyed.

Fuck.

He screams your name, tears slipping down his cheeks as his hips buck like wild while his walls spasm and milk your length. His body going taut as he throws his head back, flooding your lap with his juices.

Fuck.

With a few weak pumps of your hips, you spill into him. Pulling him down flush against your lap, even as jolts of aftershocks run through him. Cunt so tight it almost hurts as it clamps down.

MEOW :3c

I love that🙏 I got the wosrt habit of repeating things characters say😭

AHHHHH A JEFF FIC IN MY INBOX🥺WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!? THANK YOU SM FOR BLESSING MY EYES!! His character is on point😭 Just the thought of rekindling a relationship with Jeff after like twenty years will forever be ingrained in my brain.

#EVERYONE SAY YOUR THANK YOU TO EMBRY FOR PROVIDING THIS GEM #☆*cj's inbox 📥#☆*charlie's mutuals #jeff sadecki #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x male reader

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yuesgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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awaken, my love!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

warnings: AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, third person POV, oral sex, PIV sex, praise kink, shy!simon, first time (ambiguous)

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This is the end of us, Sleeping with the moon and the stars I know where you've been, oh You can see us far then near

Let me into your heart!

-Me and Your Mama/ Childish Gambino

“Well, this is the place,” she says, setting her keys and bag down on the counter. Simon is as noiseless as always, following behind her silent but for the soft shut of the door and click of the lock.

Outside, the hum of traffic and sounds of the city are easy to hear through the thin walls. She glances nervously at him, barely able to meet his eyes as he takes her space in. He seems too big in her tiny flat, like by just walking in he made the walls shrink around him. God, was it always such a mess? The peeling wallpaper and dingy couch and perpetually leaky sink didn’t seem too bad that morning. Something familiar twists in her stomach, heats her face.

She can’t even remember the last time she had company over. What are you even meant to bloody do?

She settles for grabbing his wrist and leading him bodily to the couch. “Ah, uh, please- take a seat.” He only looks a bit ridiculous, a huge tank of a man squished on an blue loveseat with frayed seams she found at Goodwill. What does he think of this little home she carved out of a mold ridden pocket of the city? Why does she care so much?

The awkward hunch of his shoulders and untidiness of his blonde hair brings her back to herself. Laughing a bit, she sits down next to him. She can feel the heat of his body from where their thighs brush and shoulders press together. Something like anticipation coils in her stomach.

Suddenly, she’s feeling brave. She takes one of his (intimidatingly large) hands in hers. Turns it over, traces the lines of his fingertips and the soft material of his fingerless gloves.

She presses a kiss to the center of his palm. His eyes seem unfocused and- it’s not her imagination- trained on her lips.

His hand is warm and surprisingly gentle when it cups her cheek. And his lips against hers even more so. Soft, slightly chapped, their mouths slide together, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, and all she can giddily think is we’re kissing, he’s kissing me, over and over like an idiot.

She pulls away for half a second to catch a breath, stupidly sighing his name, and he crushes his mouth against hers with an unexpected vengeance.

Their mouths work together, euphoria threatens to burst from her chest; But something keeps knocking at back of her head. A half dreamed, half baked fantasy. Simon breaks away from her lips and moves to kissing along her jaw and neck and- god, that feels nice- but she wants-

Out of nowhere, she jumps to her feet, startling him. Outside, cars honk and someone shouts. A train’s breaks squeal and rattle in its tracks.

“I- are you alright?”

Simon’s sitting on the couch, face flushed and scarred lips kiss bitten. His ears are pink. And between his slightly spread legs, something waiting for her. His hands clench into fists, like he can feel her eyes on him.

“I’m doing lovely.” She sinks to her shaky knees between his. The nerves from earlier are coalescing into something white hot in her chest, between her hips. “Thanks for asking.”

She runs a greedy hand along the inside of his thighs, feeling the heft and weight of the muscle there. Thick, strong- she wonders absently what the hell he does for a living to look like this. She wonders less absently what else must be thick and strong.

He’s clearly feeling something- when she risks a glance up, his eyes are nearly all pupil, his mouth slightly parted, his chest barely moving. When she gives up any subtlety and nuzzles her face into the heavy, cargo pants-covered bulge, his breath hitches, but he makes no move to touch her. He doesn’t grab her and force her down, or tug hard on her hair. The polite man takes whatever she will give him.

His eyes close completely and his hips buck just a bit when she runs a hand over his clothed groin, gives him a gentle squeeze. “How’s this, love?” She asks, unable to stop herself from laying a kiss on him. “Feels nice?”

His answering yes is so low she can barely hear it. Nonetheless she unbuttons, unbuckles, unzips her way to- at last, victory.

Surprisingly thick and as flushed as his face, his cock rests in her hands quite nicely. She gives him a few gentle tugs, eyes trained on how he tips his head back, how his chest somehow heaves silently. What would she have to do to make him give up his control? How far would she have to go?

She settles on swallowing him down as far as he can go in one full swing. It’s alot to take, but she’s no quitter. He’s thick and heavy on her tongue-and his answering gasp is music to her ears.

Breathing through her nose, she lets drool gather along him, running her hands along his twitching thighs. One of his shaky hands grabs hers- the other holds on for dear life to her squished (also Goodwill) couch pillow. She smirks around his cock, humming, pleased. His hips jerk at the sensation.

She releases him, just for a second, wrapping a hand around him to keep him company. His hips are making desperate little bucking motions into her hand, clearly against his will. His eyes are unfocused and trained on his cock in her fist, but when her other hand squeezes his, he meets her gaze- dark eyes hold hers for only a few seconds before it clearly becomes too much.

He shakes his head, tipping his head back, hips jerking when she begins to move her hand. He seems a bit less restrained, but not quite there yet. She swallows him down again, sighing through her nose, like this is just what she needed after a long day, to hear his helpless muffled sounds.

Suddenly a big hand is on her head, against her cheek, not helpless after all. Mouth still hugging his cock, she looks up through slightly teary eyes- his face is that of a man holding on by a thread, panting and flushed.

But there’s a gleam in his wine-dark eyes that wasn’t there before. So she generously lets him sink down to the earth beside her and crush his mouth to hers. And lay her on the carpet. And fold his body over her, covering her like her own night sky.

And she lets him kiss his way down her clothed chest and belly, hiking her blouse up to her chin and unceremoniously tugging down the waist of her skirt, like fully undressing her would take too much time.

He won’t reach under her skirt though or pull it down all the way- he just laves kisses against her tits like they’re not in a faded beige bra. Wanted to do this for ages, she barely hear him as he mumbles into the flesh of her hip. She wants more, though, she wants it all- his white hot tongue on her nipples, his hands on her waist and neck, his-

“Simon. Simon, c’mon.” Her hips squirm against his thigh. For Christ’s sake, his cock is still out, flushed at the head and twitching with every unconscious rut of his hips.

“Fuck. Like it when you say it.” His lips meet hers again, and its good, so good, but she needs-

“Simon, come on, put it in. Inside.” She pants against his lips, feeling out of her mind, unable to formulate a real sentence. “Come on.” Her hand moves with a mind of its own down to where he’s hard and wants her.

“In- in a minute, yeah?” He’s breathless and moving down, hiking her hips up to his face and- oh.

He doesn’t work her up to it or tease her at all; he just dives in with his mouth already open. She’s wet down to her thighs already, but at the feeling of his tongue where she’s sensitive and wanting has her burying a scream behind her palm.

His tongue runs circles over her clit and slowly a finger eases inside her where she’s slick and already clenching with the waves of an approaching orgasm. She clings to the carpet, but its not enough. Her hand travels to his hair and clenches hard- and he moans where his mouth is wrapped around her clit. Groaning louder than he did when she had her mouth on him. She tugs again, and he moans again.

The corners of her mouth twitch up. “D’you- ah, ah- like that?”

No response from him other than dark eyes meeting hers even as he doubles his ministrations on her cunt. “Oh- god-” She moans at the feeling of his eyes on hers and drops her head back, feeling the waves rise again, higher and higher, until her orgasm snaps through her body.

She isn’t even finished twitching before he’s climbing over her again, rutting into her hip, and shoving his tongue into her mouth- she takes it all with the gummy high that comes on after coming.

“Fuck, can I? Please, love?” He pants into her mouth, thread of control long broken.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mere,” she says, kissing him and pulling hum closer. Wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling the length of him prod at and then slip inside her, one unrestrained thrust at a time.

“Fucking hell-” he moans desperately. He’s so heavy inside her she could weep.

Sighing into his hair, she tightens her hold on him as he presses his hips to hers and grinds. “-Ah- sweet thing-”

She floats somewhere warm and comfortable as Simon pushes out helpless ah ah ah’s out of her mouth, and as his groans get heavier and his thrusts get faster, sloppier. Unable to move from under his weight, forced to recieve his biting kisses and panting praise of feels good, feels so good, so tight around my cock-

“That’s it, Simon,” she says, dizzy with the force of his praise and his frantic thrusts, when he mumbles m’gonna come, love, please- “come in me, oh- take what you need, baby, give it to me-”

A flush of white hot heat deep in her as he groans against her lips, some desperate grinding as deep as he can go, and he’s done. Trembling on his elbows, shoulders shaking when she gently runs her nails between his shoulder blades and rubs a palm across the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

He’s still for a good while. She can’t really fully breathe with his whole weight pressed on her, but she doesn’t mind- it’s comforting. Like a weighted blanket, or maybe a very large cat. Eventually, though, the situation between her legs gets too uncomfortable to ignore.

“Simon. Hey. I can’t breathe.” She pats his shoulder. The kids upstairs stomp and shout, a car honks outside.

He doesn’t respond beyond his shoulders shifting as he breathes deeply. She nips at his ear, tugs at a lock of his hair.

“Hmph?” he lifts his head up, shifts a bit, bleary eyes meeting hers.

“Hi. Did’ya fall asleep?” Her chapped lips stretch around her grin. He just looks so soft.

He shifts onto his elbows, taking some weight off her. “No, I- I think I just- blacked out.”

She laughs and watches his face face change from punch-drunk to something like exasperation, but fonder.

“There y’are again. Always laughing.” His voice is tinged with humor but still quiet, as always. He buries his face in her neck. Hiding from her, she thinks. “What’s so funny, hm?”

Don’t go back to hiding, she thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, she giggles- “If you don’t want me to laugh, don’t be so sweet.”

He scoffs, avoids her eyes, but his ears are tinted pink again. “Yeah, sweet like sour milk.”

She runs a hand through his short, mussed hair, and hums. “Hm. No.”

He pushes up to his knees, rubbing her bare thigh. She scrunches her nose at the feeling of him finally leaving her body.

“Will you stay for dinner?” The words leave her mouth before she can reign them in. Before she has time to worry about his response, he slips an arm around her back, tilting her up.

“C’mon.” His eyes are gentle, something behind them she can’t name. “Lets get cleaned up for dinner.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw ghost #cod mwii x reader #simon riley x reader angst #call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley headcanons #fic #tumblr fic #ficlet

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sugar-omi · 2 years ago

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heey, I'd have a wholesome request. The prompt is that it's playing in step 2 so they're stupid teenagers who have a crush on each other, and gn!reader is waiting on the beach for Cove to spent the day with him. Cove is taking a bit, so reader is decides to pass the time by doodling into the sand. They already have a couple sand-doodles down, when they have the impulsive idea to write Cove's name and draw a heart around it. They planned on doing it quick and scribble it away before Cove arrives.

but to their bad timing, he arrives behind them exactly the moment, reader is drawing the heart around his name.

I'd like to see you write this scenario down and how Cove reacts. It's meant to be a sweet, wholesome and slightly awkward "caught red handed" moment. I hope this prompt seems fun :D

omg that's so CUTE- I just know he'd be so flustered but I also imagine this happens after the "roadtrip" and/or the "growing" moment where he calls u cute <333 bc I think that's the only way he'd be confident enough to react this way hehehe

tags : fluff, step 2, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, yall are LOVESICK

synopsis : cove catches you doodling his name...

cove is... stunned to say the least.

he knew he was taking awhile to come meet you at the beach, having got caught up with helping his dad move some boxes to his car, but he didn't... cove didn't expect to come see you drawing a heart around his name...

he wants to cry. scream. run, but he also wants to collapse n bury himself under the sand because his crush is drawing a heart around his name!

"um.. uh..." oh god maybe he will try to run away to nevada again.

you freeze, your hand that was covering your flushed blissed out face now covers your embarrassment.

deciding that this can't get any worse, you play it off. "h-hi cove.. I was waiting for you." fuck your voice cracked.

cove doesn't respond. he can't, his head is spinning, and all his blood has rushed to his face.

taking a deep breath, snapping out of his thoughts as you call out his name again and tug on his shorts.

"cove? are you uh, are you okay?" you smile awkwardly, "still breathing, right?"

he nods, and before you can say anything else cove crouches next to you.

your breath hitches. he's so close...

while you're busy admiring the way the breeze makes his hair flutter around his face and how the sun shows every shade of blue in coves eyes...

"t-there..." cove looks away, hiding his own face this time but it's fruitless since you've already noticed.

you look back at your doodle, and next to it is your name in a lopsided heart, one of the edges over lapping the heart you drew and the point that connects both sides of the heart leaves a lot to be desired.

but it's overwhelmingly cove, and it has your heart pounding all the same...

"you.." you run a hand down your face, covering your mouth with your fingers. "you're so cute..."

cue internal screaming.

cove feels some of the blood returning to other areas of his body, and with a bit of clarity, he reaches for your hand with trembling fingers.

looking at you with a wobbly smile, he intertwines your fingers with his. "so uh... wanna surf? I brought my other board..."

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc

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dodorimo · 7 months ago

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something old, something new - part 2

continuation to this. Raphtav. 1.6k

Raphael actually appears here. Car sex ensues.

AO3 link

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“Can we expect little ones soon?”

The coffee spews out of her mouth in a perfect arch. For an instant, she must’ve looked like one of those tacky, fish-like water fountains you often see in gardens.

Did Astarion wait until she took a big sip so she would make an even bigger mess? The bastard.

Tav quickly assesses the damage. Her new clothes have been spared, thankfully. The same couldn’t be said for the restaurant's table.

Their shopping spree had been a success. Somewhere along the way, Astarion convinced her she was in dire need of new jewelry, which brought up the matter of her complete lack of proper beachwear, and so on. There were almost too many bags to carry, all of them were from different brands: Hermès, Tiffany, Dior, Sephora (that last one was a little self-indulgence of hers).

“We’ve too much on our plate to worry about kids,” she said, grabbing a napkin to clean up her mess.

Raphael as a father? Hell would first freeze over.

“When you say ‘we’ do you mean ‘we both individually’ or ‘we’ as in ‘I don’t want it’?” He emphasizes his point by making quotation marks with his fingers. “With how quickly he put a ring on it, you’d think he’s plugging you full every night.”

And there goes the last sip of her coffee. Out of her mouth.

The lewd picture he conjured aside, she had to disagree that it was really that fast. Four months of dating is a perfectly reasonable amount of time for people over 30. Right? … Right?

“‘We’ as in ‘we’ have no vocation to be parents.”

“Hm. A shame.” Astarion makes a face. “Some would argue you two are too pretty for your union not to bear fruit,” he says and takes a bite off his ice cream… A bite. With his teeth. She’s pretty sure this is the first time she’s seen anyone do that.

“What’s your excuse?” she deflected. “You should’ve an army of nose-pickers by now.”

That managed to shut him up.

She seizes the opportunity to lazily scroll through her social media feed. All afternoon, she and Astarion joked about all the ways Raphael would get back on her for her (presumably) dress transgression. They had plenty of ideas: he would send her a text (signed with his initials, as he usually does), then come pick her up in his limo to give her a ‘stern talking to’. All meaningless jest, of course. With no basis in reality. None.

That's why when the notification pops up on her screen, she thinks it's her mind playing tricks on her. But the more she stares at it, the less likely it is to go away.

[17h14] ❤︎ Million Dollar Man ❤︎ said: I’m outside - R

“Guess you're going to have to hitch a ride on your own now.” She tilts her phone so Astarion can read the message too. “Mine just arrived.”

Astarion sends her a look over his silver-rimmed sunglasses. He doesn’t seem fazed. “Oh my. Speak of the devil.”

They say their goodbyes (and in his case, good luck) and then she’s off to search for her fiancée. It doesn’t take long. In fact, it doesn’t take time at all. Parked at the front of the street and taking up most of the space is a black limousine.

Why the limousine today and not one of his many sports cars? She would’ve more luck making sense of a physics problem.

The car takes off the moment she gets in. She holds on to her seat to keep from tipping over. Gods, she forgot how fast those things were.

She remembers her first ride. The giddy smile on her face. Do you see me now, mother? It seems almost banal now.

Sitting across from her, Raphael is a sight worthy of a magazine cover. He’s dressed in a three-piece black suit today, with a burgundy tie and a golden watch on his wrist.

In other words, he’s looking every inch the filthy rich man he is.

Tav almost feels bad about her waist-high jeans and loose ponytail. Almost.

“You have coffee on your shirt,” are his first words to her.

And, just like that, all her goodwill goes out the window. She tactfully adjusts her hair so it covers the offending stain. “Hello to you too,” she mumbles.

Something is plaguing him today. His fingers drum on his thigh in a frantic staccato. Whatever he wanted to say to her, he didn’t like it at all. Thankfully, she finds out soon enough.

“I need a plus one for today’s inauguration party.”

“But I thought that was…”

“Taken care of?” He waves a dismissive hand. “So did I. Change of plans. Out of my control.” Annoyance reduced his usual flowery language to a series of short sentences. That bad, huh.

Today is her day off. He’s in big trouble.

“You’ll be thoroughly rewarded.” This is the closest he’d come to pleading with her.

The effort is good enough. She nods, a small smile playing on her lips.

Raphael lets out a sigh and it's as if the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. She’s still staring at him expectantly, though. Was that really all?

“So… you didn’t come for the dress?”

For some reason, he found this hilarious. “Why? Is there something you wish to tell me, my dear?”

She doesn’t have to answer. The car slows down; they’ve arrived at their destination. His penthouse, by the looks of it. The one on the main street, to be more specific.

“Daniella will brief you on the details when you get there.” The mirth he showed earlier is gone. He’s all business now.

“You’re not staying?”

“I have other matters to attend to before the party. I’ll meet you there.” He moves to open the door.

“Wait.” She holds his wrist and looks at him in the eye, hoping her pouty lips and pleading gaze would convey her meaning.

Fortunately for her, it does.

Raphael tastes like whiskey and freshly picked cherries. The kiss starts slowly, a mere touch of lips, before evolving into something more intense, passionate. She gets lost in him, in the feeling of his body pressing against hers and his hand cupping her breast.

He pulls away suddenly. He almost seems angry at her, with his ragged breath and furrowed brow. She hears the door closing with a soft click.

“Ten minutes.”

Then he kisses her again.

Tav smiles against his lips. This is a lot more than she was going for.

Raphael parts from her just long enough to check if the privacy screen that separates the car from the driver’s seat is closed. It is.

As with most things where he was concerned, she struggled to wrap her head around his bed habits. He had all the pomp of a man who wanted to be in control, while sparing none of the effort.

But there is an appeal in the challenge, in the idea of bending him to her wishes. Just as she knows he would be doing the same to her.

With practiced ease, she pulls out his cock from his trousers and kneels in front of him. The car is big enough for her to do so without issue.

Tav knows by now just how much he enjoys a show. Almost as much as he enjoys the feeling itself. So she gives him what he wants.

She starts by teasing the sensitive skin at the base of his cock, her hand fondling his balls. He sucks in a breath. He doesn’t want to let her know how eager he is already. As if she couldn’t tell.

He's not idle, in the sense that he talks her through it. Praises her at every move, telling her how good her tongue feels on him, how pretty she looks with his cock down her throat, what a naughty little whore she is who couldn’t wait until they’re out of the public eye.

Tav wasn't completely honest with Astarion. Raphael is good at this. At telling her what to do. On most days, his voice alone is enough to get her off.

He commands her to pull up her shirt, move faster, put her little fingers between her legs. Where are the manners he showed her just now?

She kisses him and takes him whole and makes that little wet noise halfway between a kiss and a suck that he likes so much. She even gives her tongue a few taps with his cock. In a matter of minutes, he’s close to the edge.

“Get up.” Sweat runs down his temples as he struggles to keep hold of himself. “I’m finishing inside you.”

“I…it’s that time of the month.” She swears she told him.

For a frightening moment, he seems to be weighing his options, before deciding on sinking his fingers into her hair, pulling her to him. “Finish what you started.”

Gladly.

The hand at the back of her neck gives her little choice. She swallows everything he has to give, little tears pricking her eyes and, when it’s done, she sticks out her tongue for his perusal. Not a drop to be seen.

His smile is wide as he gives her cheek a playful slap. She is being dismissed.

She watches him as he fixes his clothes. His hair is disheveled in all the places her fingers touched. There’s a hint of pride in knowing she was the cause, in knowing she was the one to make a dent in his perfectly manicured facade.

It is only for the sake of her rebellious womb that she doesn’t guide his fingers to her wet cunt so he can finish what he started. Disgust be damned.

“Later then.”

She gives him one last look before the door closes. His voice is husky when he finally answers, evoking a pet name coined long ago.

“Until later, little mouse.”

#my writing #raphtav #raphael fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #made slight tweaks to the first part #and renamed it #raphael x tav

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seenoversundown · 1 year ago

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❄️ Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ❄️

Sam x Willa (OC)

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (including; Oral (F receiving) Penetrative sex, Praise Kink,)

Word Count: 3.2k

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt “Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight”

Sam’s POV

The snow is falling faster than my windshield wipers can keep up with as I rush home.

I don’t know why I took this fucking job this week, and I can’t help but think to myself. I’d rather be home getting ready for Christmas with my girls.

I audibly groan and smack the steering wheel, frustrated as all hell. Just ten minutes from home but still too far, and these fucking backroads. I turn the music louder, hoping to drown out my bad mood. I can make it ten more minutes.

Pulling into our driveway, relief fills my chest. Glancing at our small home, it looks as though it’s almost glowing in the soft falling snow. The warm lights inside softly trickled through our half-closed curtains, making it almost like an ethereal haven. I can’t turn the car off fast enough as I dash towards the porch, excited to see her.

“Willa!” I shout as I throw our front door open. “Penny-girl!”

The chilling silence greets me.

Panic creeps in rather quickly; I don’t think anything has been this quiet since I brought Penelope home from the shelter. I look at the small table near our entryway where we keep our keys when a little black and white square catches my eye.

A polaroid?

I walk over and flip over the photo. Staring back at me is a close-up of Willa’s collarbone, her signature dark brown hair barely brushing her shoulder.

Penny is at Josh’s. Come find me. ⅕

My heart immediately picks up as I read her words, and I can feel a smile tugging at my lips. It’s game on as I look around for the remaining photographs. I spot one rather quickly taped backward on the wall leading deeper into our home. Sprinting over to it, I’m careful as I peel it off its resting place. This polaroid is a close-up of her delicious hip adorned with lavender lingerie I don’t recognize.

Like what you see, baby? ⅖

My mouth is watering at the sight of her. It feels like my heart is beating out of my chest with the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I need to find her.

“Birdie!” I shout.

The only response I hear is the start of soft music coming from what seems like our bedroom. I take off in a hurry, keeping my eyes wide for the last three polaroids. As I round the corner and started to take the stairs two at a time, I stopped in my tracks. Halfway up, taped to the wall, is another bit of black-and-white treasure. Again, I’m careful as I pluck it off of the wall. I take my time as I flip around to see what she’s left for me this time. This one has just her perfect lips and jaw in the photo. Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth.

I’ve been waiting for you, gonna make me wait longer? ⅗

My fucking girl. My heart pumps with a primal need for her now. I finish my ascent to the top of the stairs as I pull the hair tie around my wrist and tie my hair back into a messy bun. I don’t want anything to get in the way of her. I can’t help but charge into our bedroom, where the music gets progressively louder.

I take a solid breath and open the door. “I hope you’re ready-” Another empty room. I can’t help but laugh into the open space as I glance at our bed. On top of our navy sheets, another black and white wonder waits for me. I take a moment and strip off my thick sweater, leaving me in my undershirt and jeans as I walk over to the polaroid. I waste no time flipping this one over; a proud feeling blooms in my chest over my girl. Looking at the photo, it’s just her chest. Her delicious chest, covered by lilac-colored lace. Small intricate flowers shield bits and pieces, but I can still see the warm brown of her nipples peeking through.

I’ve been such a good girl, Sammy ⅘

My breath hitches when I read her words. My jeans get incredibly tight to the point that the pressure of the zipper feels good. I glance around our room for another hint, anything to lead me to where she is. Thinking that I had found Willa, I shut the door to our room quickly, which was something she suspected. A yellow post-it note stares at me from the back of our door with the word closer written on it. Doesn’t she know what happens to cocky girls?

I pull the door open, blind with the need to have her in my arms. I race towards her home studio, the only room left in the house.When I round the corner and see that final little black and white wonder taped to her door, I feel victorious. When I flip this one over, I can’t help but groan, fucking Willa.

This polaroid, this absolute treasure of a polaroid, shows between her hips. The garter wrapped around her waist led down where the straps dangle delicately on her open thighs. Her free hand, not taking the photo, is also in this shot, pulling her panties aside so I can see her delicious cunt. One of her fingers dances dangerously close to her clit, and a growl comes out from deep within me.

Time for your Christmas present, baby 5/5

I rip open the door to her studio and see Willa, fucking finally, the same lilac lingerie I’ve been seeing in my little gifts, draping her body. I take quick strides to get to where she’s seated on her couch and pull her into my arms. She laughs because, of course, she does as I pepper kisses along her neck, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Thank you for those lovely treats to come home to.” I say as I nuzzle into her ear, her signature scent of woodsy lavender washing over me. “But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” I give a playful bite against her neck. “Touching what’s mine.”

Her head rears back to look me in the eyes; hers are sparkling with mischief. I’m beyond ready to play with her. I stare straight into her eyes as I ask, “Did you come?”

Her cheeks flare red while she shakes her head no, I watch her wavy brown hair fly from side to side.

“Are you sure about that?” I place a finger under her chin to keep eye contact.

“Only once.” Willa says the sentence so fast and quietly I almost miss it. I’m sure my face has morphed into something that scares her as she quickly follows that with, “You were late and I couldn’t stop thinking about you coming home.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. My naughty girl couldn’t wait for me? For this?” I grind her against me and watch her head fall back. “You know what happens to bad girls like you, right? They get punished.”

There have been many firsts with her, but nothing trumps the carnal need I have for her every day. I swear I can feel my pupils dilate when I look at her. I turn and throw her on the couch where I originally found her, earning a little squeal. Willa lays on her back, propped up by her elbows, as she watches me peel my shirt off, leaving me in just my jeans. The pressure from my zipper is still intense, but I’ll have her help with it soon. Her eyes are wide as I stalk towards her.

“Get on all fours.”

Watching her comply with my demands is fucking beautiful. My strong-willed girl, listening to only me. Once she’s up, I take the empty seat in front of her.

“Come here, baby.” I watch as she crawls over to me, slow and deliberate. She keeps her head slightly down, on purpose I'm sure, and looks up at me through hooded lids. Her bangs add an extra curtain of mystery to her face; I close my eyes, trying to commit the picture to memory just like her polaroids. I hum at the thought, growing harder in my jeans. She places herself right over my lap, I open my eyes again and fuck is it a sight to behold. I grab her hands and pull them together in front of her, leaving her ass high in the air. She does a little wiggle in anticipation of what’s to come next.

“This,” I begin as I palm her ass cheek. “Is fucking mine.” I pull my hand away and bring it back quickly, a loud smack rings through the air, followed by a whine from Willa. I move my hand over to her other cheek and give her only a moment before I redden it, too. I move down and slowly trace the outline of her pussy, relishing in the noises she’s making. I find her clit through her panties and press down with force, enough for her to pay attention.

“Willa, no one makes you come but me.” My voice comes out gravelly and harsh.

“I’m sorry,” she mewls. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” drawing small circles under my touch, I can’t help it.

“Did my girl miss me?”

“Yes.” Willa hisses as pushes her ass higher into the air, trying to get more friction from me. I move my hand away from her clit and back to her ass, much to her dismay. I give her one more smack before I pull her up to straddle me.

She attaches her lips to mine as I pull her closer, and I start to feel her fingers fiddling with the button of my jeans. I nip at her bottom lip, which she returns by licking my upper lip until our tongues are intertwined. When I finally hear my zipper go down, I lift us quickly and kick off my pants. I can feel how wet she is through my boxers, and I can’t help but moan into her mouth. My girl is ready for me. I position us back onto the couch to hover over her while she’s on her back.

“Need to taste you,” I mumble into her lips. I start to make my way down her body, stopping over each nipple to kiss it through the fabric. “I fucking love this on you.” I capture some of the lace between my teeth and pull back.

The way Willa’s body shudders underneath my hands as I work my way down is a movement I've committed to memory. I kiss her stomach’s soft skin, loving how it feels on my lips.

“Sam, please.” She squirms underneath me. I graze my teeth on her hip, relishing in this power I have over her. Hooking my fingers on either side of her lacy underwear, I slowly graze it down her body. By the time I reach her feet, she’s practically trying to kick the fabric off of her, and a laugh escapes my lips.

“Someone’s needy after being bad, aren’t you?” I say as I place my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading them apart. Her glistening center is ready for me; my mouth waters at the sight.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” I say. I take one of my hands and spread her center with my fingers. I moan at the sight of her in front of me before I dive in. My first slow lick up her center is sweeter than honey. The taste of my girl is utter perfection. I growl as I start to lap at her pussy.

I hear mixtures of moans and “you’re doing so good” and “right there, don’t stop” coming from her. The encouragement urges me as I focus my tongue on her hard clit. I bring my finger to her entrance and hear her hiss a yes before I plunge one inside of her. Hooking my finger inside of her, I hit that delicious spot she loves.

“Be a good girl and come on my face.” I say as Willa works her way into my bun. I add one more finger inside of her and feel her come undone. She tightens around my fingers and holds my face close as she rides out her orgasm. I would suffocate on her cunt if she’d let me. I don’t stop licking and kissing her until she pushes me away.

“Sam, please.” she whines. I rise to my knees so I tower over her. Her bangs are sweaty and plastered to her forehead. Her brown eyes shine while they travel over me as she bites her bottom lip.

“And what is it that my girl wants?” I slowly position myself so my hands are on either side of her head, trapping her in my grasp. Willa’s hand grabs my aching erection, and I growl in response.

“Let me have this, please.” She pleads. I’m back on my heels, pulling my boxers down to release me before I pick her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around me. I position my cock at her entrance before pulling her down.

As soon as I feel the head of my erection pass the threshold of her sweet, warm cunt I groan into her neck as I push further inside. My hair tie is long gone now, with her hands thoroughly messing up my hair. When I finally reach the hilt, our mouths fuse together, hungry and desperate. I keep bouncing her on my cock, slick from her arousal.

Losing myself in Willa is one of my favorite pleasures in life. It feels like my girl is made for me as her pussy grasps onto me. I attach my lips to her neck, grazing lightly with my teeth. The vibrations in her throat from her moans fuck me up in the best way. Making sure my arm is securely anchored around her ass, my free hand replaces my mouth around her throat.

“Yes, Sam. Fuck yes.” She mewls as she drops her head back. I let my fingers tighten on either side of her neck as I feel her pussy tighten even more. She’s close to another orgasm, and I want it.

“Come for me. You’re so good, baby. Look at you fall apart.” Praising her between kisses and bites to her lips, she comes undone on me. I keep thrusting as she works through her orgasm, screaming unintelligible words. It’s hard not to come myself, but I’m not quite done with my girl yet.

I watch her come down from her second high as I lay her on the couch. To my dismay, and hers, I pull out. My hand immediately finds my aching cock as I give it a hard stroke. Willa’s eyes dart down to watch me.

“Back on all fours.” Her eyes snap up to me, and I can see their excitement.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She’s quick to scramble on her hands and knees after my demand.

“Such a good girl for me.” I say as I watch her ass wiggle in the air, taunting me. I place my hands on her hips and yank her back, loving the squeal that comes from her. I waste no time lining myself back up with her sweet entrance and thrust in without warning. The noises coming from her are guttural, almost feral. I can feel her pussy tightening around me again, and this time, I want to come with her. I move one of my hands to find her clit and start rubbing it in light, rough circles.

“Sam, I’m close.” Willa says in a rush.

“Come with me, baby. Let me feel it.” And with that, my good, obedient girl falls apart under me. With her soft, warm cunt gripping my cock I have no choice but to let go and release into her. I still at the hilt as I moan her name. I stay there for a moment, stunned by the bright, hot sensation of my orgasm, until I feel my thighs start to shake.

I take my time pulling out of Willa, sitting back on the couch, and pulling her onto my lap. We’re both a sweaty mess as she curls up and rests her head on my chest. I can’t get enough of the smell of us filling the room. I take my time and rake my fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of my girl being so close.

I let a couple of moments of silence pass before I pick up Willa and stand, walking us to our bathroom. It’s a comfortable silence as I place her on the counter and press a single kiss to her forehead. I turn towards our shower and adjust the temperature, knowing she likes the water to be borderline scalding. I’ve learned to enjoy it. I set up two towels for us on our heater so they’ll be warm by the time we’re done. Before I get us into our steamy escape, I run back to our bedroom to grab my cell phone. Picking the playlist I’ve called Birdie 🤍, I hit shuffle.

Soft music fills the bathroom, and I watch as her eyes shut in satisfaction. When I’m finally ready, I turn towards my girl and stand between her legs.

“C’mere,” I say as I wrap my arms around her waist again. She latches on like always, and I walk us into the warm shower. I let the water hit her back first, slow and steady. When she’s ready, she puts her feet on the ground. Selfishly, this is my favorite part of aftercare.

Her brown eyes look up at me, the flecks of gold shining so bright as I add shampoo to my hands and lather her hair. Her hums of approval and eyes fluttering shut make my heart melt. I keep going, making sure to drag my fingers against her scalp. Without speaking, she takes a step back to engulf herself in the water fully. I watch as the suds rinse down her body, over her pert nipples and soft stomach. I reach out to have her body in my hands, just to touch some part of her. The smile that graced her lips told me she wanted that, too, and I gripped my girl a little tighter.

I take my time with the soapy washcloth over her body, making sure to get every curve of her. I’ve committed every little piece of her body to memory.

I do the same to myself once I’ve finished soaping her up and rinsing her off. Willa watches me with sleepy eyes from the other side of the shower. I turn off our steamy oasis and grab our towels, wrapping her up first. I tie the towel around my waist and guide her out of the shower. I lean myself against the counter, where she collapses into me.

“Thank you for the gift today, Birdie. It was perfect.”

“I hope you’re ready to have this tradition every year.” Fuck, if I don’t fall more in love with my girl when she says that.

With a kiss on her forehead, I mumble, “Absolutely.”

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dontbethatguy20 · 6 months ago

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Ohhh would you be okay with doing a Male reader x Danny Ghostface? sfw or nsfw!

And for (optional of course!) prompts maybe outside the entity realm where the reader knows jed before finding out about ghostface? if you feel up to it i feel a little bit of held at knife-point might be cool!

(i am so sorry if this sent more then once the app glitched and closed a few times and the ask disappeared so i dont know what happened so i also had to rewrite it everytime so it sounds so awkward now :') )

I'm quite the simp for ghostface myself, so I'm gunna have fun with this, I'm so gay for Danny 🤭))

Headlines of Desire

Ghostface (Danny Johnson) x reader

NSFW, minors DNI.

Warnings: knife play, caught at knife point, dubcon, he also has a temper (he has a really bad temper in my head, so I’ll make him one🤷🏽‍♂️)

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Jed Olsen was a name very familiar to you, mainly couse you worked with him, and was very friendly from the first thing said to each other. To say he made good impressions with everyone he worked with, well, that would be an understatement. You two seemed to speak more than he did with others. Even if he did talk quite often with others, you two just seemed to talk even more and get along. Having a friendly face and conversation seemed to make this work a lot more barely.

Speaking of work, not much long after he started working, 5 months to be exact, murders started to go around, and the both of you started to report on them. Sometimes, you'd even report on them together. But working with him since the murders started to go around, you noticed a change in him, a shift in demeanor. He seemed more restless, excited even. It made you suspicious, but you never pressed further couse what are the chances of someone you working with being something even close to s murderer?

You continue to report on the murders and such, and no one knew the killer, and the kills had no consistency in them, so it was hard to pinpoint. Just whoever it was, they seemed to have fun with it. At this point, it somewhat seemed hopeless on knowing who the killer was, but at the same time, sometimes it just takes a bit, and they slip up and get caught. Just the way this one would be cought would be quite unexpected.

One late night, you got home after working your long shift. Your home is a little generic, but it's a home nonetheless. You go into your bathroom, take a shower, then go to grt dressed. When you want to get dressed, you seem to have heard a noise. Figuring it was nothing you continued, but there it was again, another noise. You only seemed to be able to put on boxers before investing. That's when you were in for a surprise. A hand covered your mouth and a knife to the neck. "Don't scream Y/N," he chuckled lowly.

Obviously, you struggle and try to scream, only for him to have the tip of his knife get closer to your neck, the tip of it touching your skin. "Stop fucking struggling" he barked." You stop struggling soon enoughafter he snapped. All you could wonder is who and why in this moment.

"There you go, finally listening~" I chuckled. After a moment of danny thinking with carful consideration, he spoke, "You know, I've always liked you, so I'll give you a bit of a change here. Consider yourself a very, very lucky man." He said as he started to trail the knife from your neck to your chin, making your breath hitch. He lifted his hand off your mouth only a little, so you could respond, but not too far couse he wasn't afraid to shut you up again.

"One, since I like you so much, you could let me play with you a little while, or two, I end you and play with the lifeless body." He offered.

You weigh your options carefully before speaking. "Um, o-one." You stutter out, fearing your life and not wanting to die. "Now, that's what I like to hear. No struggling and an actual response out of you. You're being a good boy~. Now, how about we start this now, huh? There is no need to wait. Take off that belt of yours." He demanded, seeing if you'd listen.

You end up taking off your belt couse you didn't want anything to happen to you. "Good, good." Danny then took his free hand away from you but kept the knife in his right hand pointed at your neck. "Turn around," he said quickly, and you did as such. "On your knees and take off my pants," he damnds and again, you listened. When you took off his pants, you noticed he had nothing under. He trailed his knife up your cheek, causing a bit of blood. "Now suck." I look down at his length and then back at him with a hesitant expression. "Go on, do it," Danny urged. Still hesitant, you don't do as you're told. He pressed the knife against your cheek harder "do as I fucking tell you" he said in a slightly angered tone. With that, you take his length into your mouth and start to suck while bobbing your head, still looking up at him with that hesitant look. Danny moaned softly, still having his knife to your cheek. "There you go, keep going~" he urged as he started to move his own hips a bit.

Eventually, Danny spoke once more, "up, and around, hands on to the wall behind you," he said as he did a twirling motion with his knife to motion you to turn around. You hesitantly turn and put your hands on the wall. He chuckled lowly, hand pulled down your pants, "You're doing so well~."

He positioned himself behind you, spreading your ass a bit before guiding himself inside all the way, making both of you groan, him from pleasure, you from the new sensation. He started to thrust moderately, placing his knife down your back as he did. He slid the knife down your back, causing you to whimper in pain.

It didn't take long for him to quick his pace a lot as he thrusted inside, letting out groans occasionally. "You're doing so good, being so fucking obedient." He spoke out in a slightly harsh voice. As he kept his knife on your back, he used the other to lean forward and grab ahold of your throat so he could go harder in. "That's it, take it," he said from behind the mask. You kept being obedient and took it, considering being at knife point and all.

This would go for several minutes, an hour or two even, before he could be satisfied, making himself cum twice inside your ass. You were definitely spent after being used as you did. He would pull out, putting on his pants and belt back on. He'd chuckle, slapping your cheek with the side of the knife slightly. "You did well, Y/N," he said, then walked to the window he had come in from the first place. He stood on the window cell and looked back, moving his mask a bit so you could see half his face. He winked, put his mask back on, and dipped. You stood there with your eyes wide, realizing who it actually was, The Ghostface, the man behind the mask. The man you worked with so long to catch the ghostface ended up being him. He was always someone you wanted, but not like this. After this, you never saw him again since you probably reported it, and he left the town of Roseville.

This is my first time making smut, but hopefully, it isn't completely crap. If i made any spelling or grammer mistakes, please tell. Hopfully, you enjoyed it enough))

#dbd x reader #x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostfsce dbd x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface #dbd danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dbd jed olsen #dbd jed olsen x reader #jed olsen dbd x reader

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rizzstappen · 1 year ago

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I do not know where this came from but i just sat down and wrote it so I hope y’all enjoy.

Any questions or comments are welcome. This is my first maxiel sex scene sooo…

Minors DNI

Inspired by this picture.

Pov: girl!Max gets rewarded after a great race.

A whimper left her mouth “Daniel…” she breathed. Fuck. How was he so good at this?

Max leaned forward slightly her hands finding his shoulders as she sat firmly on his lips. His nose slid against her cunt stimulating her more and more as his tongue curled around her clit.

“Ah!” She jolted as he took her into his mouth a small pressure as he sucked. She could feel him smirking against her.

“Such a good girl for me Maxy,” he said. His breath was hot against her before attaching himself to her clit again.

Daniel knew what drove her crazy.

Knew she liked it slower when it was almost time for her period.

Knew it she loved it when he fucked her from behind. Her back pressed to his chest as his hands played with her tits.

Knew she liked to be in control when a race had gone bad.

Knew she loved to wake up to his touch even when both their bodies were sore from a race and sex.

Daniel knew her because they’d been hooking up for years.

Max joined RedBull in 2016 as an engineer working directly with Newey. She was a sort of engineering prodigy.

She’d been the one to crack the code and finally give him his championship-winning car.

It was all because of her.

She deserved to enjoy the fruits of her labor in the form of championship trophies and mind blowing sex.

Daniel nudged his nose against Max letting his hands slide up her thighs to pull her back onto his face.

He loved her thighs. Crazy about them. Crazy about her. All of her. He wanted to kiss, bite, and lick every single inch of her.

“D-Daniel” she whispered her eyes closing again nails digging into his shoulder. He could feel her nail nearly breaking the skin close to his ‘of love and life’ tattoo.

He knew she was almost there. Good. He wanted to make sure after every win she got her reward.

Daniel grabbed one of her hands and moved it to his neck. Firm and strong from all the racing.

From all the winning.

Her slim fingers tightened around his neck the pressure making his breath hitch for a moment. Stars. He was seeing stars.

A loud hum from Daniels's lips vibrated through Max signaling his enjoyment. He took her other hand and brought it down to the exposed part of his neck so both her hands rested against his windpipe.

Max’s legs were beginning to shake. Daniel slid his hands back up her thighs gripping her ass and pulling her down impossibly close.

Both her hands tightened around his neck. A moment of silence. Before release.

This is all Daniel wanted to do. To make Max feel good. To hear the sweet sound of her moans.

His head was spinning from the slight lack of oxygen and the taste of her against his tongue. Even so, it wasn’t enough of her. Daniel wanted to make sure she was the one seeing stars.

The release of pressure from his neck brought Daniel back to reality.

“Fuck” Max whispered slouching forward for a moment as she caught her breath. After a moment she climbed off of him with shakey legs. Max lay next to Daniel turning her head towards him. His chin was covered in her slick. What a sight to see.

Daniel smirks at her his eyes already on her “Same time next week?” He asked still catching his breath. She could see faint red marks left behind by her fingers getting lighter by the second.

Max giggles breathlessly and nods “Sounds lovely Daniel…simply lovely” she hummed closing her eyes.

#idk what this is #I saw the picture and just hammered this out and now I’m releasing it to the world #enjoy #hopefully #maxiel #rule 63 #girl!max

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paralyze-fic · 1 month ago

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Paralyze.

Chapter 97

Sunday morning arrived quicker than expected. My internal clock woke me up early and reaching my phone I saw it was a little after 7 am. I got up with a grunt and mechanically did what I did every day, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, tried to style my hair somewhat decently, got dressed, grabbed my All Might notebook where the cards were, picked up a pen and walked out.

On my way out of my room, I grabbed one of my spare pair of shoes to wear outside and just placed them by the front door for later.

I was surprised to find pretty much half the class already awake, despite being a Sunday at 7 am... That's Hero Training for you, messes up your sleep schedule.

"Good morning," I muttered, receiving a variety of greetings, some more enthusiastic than others, like Iida, Yaomomo and Izuku, they were more cheerful than I was. Well, Iida was more so his usual intensity not really cheerfulness.

Katsuki, Shoto and Koda were more quiet, the blond responding with a grunt instead of words. Sero gave me a hand gesture to greet me, and Aoyama did a pose and began muttering about how it would be a beautiful day.

Glancing out the window, I saw some snow covering the grass outside, the pathway already shoveled.

"Breakfast's ready," Sato spoke, walking out the kitchen with cookies on a tray, Yaomomo following behind with many steaming mugs on a tray of her own. I sat at the table and Katsuki immediately took the seat next to me.

"Going somewhere?" He muttered, picking up a couple of cookies and taking a bite of one. I picked up my steaming mug with (tea/coffee/hotchoco), and gently blew on it before taking a small sip.

"Just heading home for a few hours, gotta give something to the little monsters," Katsuki looked at me, a small smirk showing on his face.

"Those two were something else," I felt my face heating up when I remembered them calling Katsuki 'nii-chan' and saying he will be my 'wife'. Now, I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I was still way to young to think of that, though my birthday was getting kinda close now that I thought about it.

So many things have happened since the beginning of the school year I kinda lost track of everything.

Breakfast went by without a hitch, eventually, the rest of the class woke up and made their own drinks. By the time we were done, Uraraka was the only one still asleep, so we agreed on putting some cookies in tupperware so she could eat them whenever she woke up.

By then, Aizawa had also showed up by the dorm, Eri in hand. The class was happy to see her, and asked Aizawa why was she here.

"Not that it's a bad thing! Not at all! We just wanna-!" Aizawa raised his hand so Izuku would stop talking, his voice getting more high-pitched and kinda breaking here and there.

"I'm here to ask you all to watch over her for a while, I'll be driving (M/n) to his parents' house for a few hours," at that, everyone turned to look at me and I was already putting on my shoes.

"Didn't know you were leaving, (L/n)-kun!" Iida spoke and I chuckled.

I took quick strides to the table where my notebook and pen were still on, "Aizawa-sensei didn't want to let ne go home by myself, something about developing bad habits," I spoke with a shrug as I zipped up my jacket up to my nose, and fixed my hood up.

"Ready to go?" Putting my hand in my pocket, I felt my phone in there so I nodded and we stepped out the dorm.

"See you later, everyone!"

I trailed behind Aizawa as we walked down the pathway and to the black sedan. I got in the passenger seat, buckled the seatbelt and opened my notebook while waiting for Aizawa to get in the car as well.

I began writing down and sketching some ideas to add or change from my gauntlets. Hatsume-chan wouldn't mind helping me, but she would definitely make a new design.

The door to my right closed and Aizawa started the car, seatbelt on, started the engine and pulled away from the dorm, heading toward my home.

The ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of me writing on paper and messy sketching on the pages while Aizawa focused on the road. Then my thoughts wandered to my parents and the twins. I was home two weeks ago for New Year but with everything that happened it felt like it had been way longer than that.

Briefly looking up and glancing out the window, I stared at the thin sheet of snow on the trees, some benches and rooftops. Something about the snow made everything feel serene, and I took a deep breath as I relaxed further on the seat, my head against the slightly condensed window.

My body felt incredibly heavy from exhaustion while simultaneously feeling weightless, like a feather flowing on the breeze. My body was tired, but my mind was at ease for once, briefly recalling everything that happened at my internship.

My thoughts drifted back to the intense moments at Endeavour’s agency, like the first time I struggled to keep up during a patrol with the trio. I remembered the frustration of feeling like I was holding them back, the burning in my legs as I pushed myself harder, and the quiet but firm encouragement from Burnin' that kept me going. Then it was that one moment in the simulation exercise where I finally trusted my instincts instead of overthinking, and it paid off. I could still hear Endeavour’s gruff praise echoing in my ears, even though I knew it was rare for him to give compliments. I wondered how much of that progress I’d be able to maintain now that I was back at school

After a few minutes of me mindlessly staring outside, the silence was broken, “You seem deep in thought," Aizawa-sensei's voice made me blink, realizing I had gotten lost in thought for a while.

I glanced over at him but he was staring ahead, and I looked back at my notes. I hesitated before responding, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"I was... thinking about the internship," I finally admitted, fidgeting with my pen, "A lot happened, and it feels strange to be back."

Aizawa hummed, and I saw him nod, eyes still on the road, “Well, that’s normal. The transition between the field and school can be jarring, especially when you’ve experienced so much in a short period. But it’s important to take time to process it all."

His words made me smile. He always seemed to know what to say to cheer us up, even if he masked it as just being a strict teacher.

“It was… intense, but I learned a lot. I’m glad I got to experience it, even if it was tough. I just hope I'll be able to keep up with the internship and classes," the car stopped at a street light and Aizawa turned to look at me.

"Anyone that misses classes will have extra lessons to make up for that, so don't worry about it for now," I nodded in silence and returned to look out the window, closing the notebook with the pen inside it, "Remember to take care of yourself too, don't overwork yourself."

"I will, sensei." After that, the rest of the drive was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. The car’s heater was enough to keep us warm, and I watched the scenery outside gradually became more familiar too as we neared my house.

When we finally arrived, I was greeted with the familiar sight of the snow-covered driveway. I sighed and unbuckled my belt, I opened the door and before I could step foot outside the car, the front door of my house practically flew open.

Looking up, I saw the twins rushing outside, dressed up in cozy sweaters and at least wearing their slippers. "Nii-chan!" I smiled and pushed the door open to give them room to hug me, since they didn't give me time to get out.

"Boys, come back, it's cold outside!" Glancing over their shoulders I spotted my dad by the front porch, my mom behind him with a warm smile on her face.

"Come on, monsters, go with dad, I'll be there in a minute," they nodded effusively before running back to our parents. I took a deep breath, and turned around to face Aizawa, who wore the same look on his face as when he was watching Eri playing around, "Thanks for the ride, sensei."

"No problem," he replied, a subtle smile taking over his usual serious expression, “I figured it’d be good to ensure you got home safely."

I smiled back and grabbed my notebook, getting ready to step out. That's when I saw my mom walking toward us, which made me frown with curiosity, "Mom?" She smiled at me and leaned over to look at my teacher.

"Mr. Aizawa would you like to come inside for a bit? Of course, if you don't have anything else to do," she spoke softly, and glancing back I noticed him hesitating about accepting the offered, "I thought it'd be rude to leave you out here waiting for my little boy to come out, so I figured I could invite you to have some tea or coffee and just have a chat?"

Well, my mom had always been really convincing, but this was Aizawa-sensei, I wasn't sure if he'll-.

"If it's not too much trouble, Ms. (L/n)," oh damn, she did it.

Mom chuckled and waved a hand, "Not at all! Come on in, it's freezing out here."

She held my hand and helped me out of the car, closing the door behind me and she nudged me forward.

"Your brothers are waiting for you, go," I chuckled and obeyed, walking down the pathway cleared of the snow and gave a quick hug to my dad before coming inside.

I took my jacket and shoes off, putting my pair of slippers and going to the living room, where the twins were sitting on the couch, tho they were practically bouncing off it in excitement. The sight made me laugh and I opened the notebook, both cards behind the first page.

"Little monsters," I pulled the cards out and showed them.

"You did it!" They exclaimed and I walked a few steps closer to them. They patiently waited in front of me, holding onto my shirt with hardly contained happiness.

"Here, one for each," they grabbed them off my hand and looked at them, before frowning and swapping cards. I immediately knew they had gotten the card with each other's name which made me laugh.

"Thank you, nii-chan!" They exclaimed in unison and clung to me. Behind me, I heard the front door closing and glancing back, I saw Aizawa putting on some of my dad's spare slippers.

"Alright, come on, let's sit down," with both of them still clinging onto me, I dragged the three of us to the couch, which didn't take long because it was nearby but fuck, these two had gotten heavier.

We sat together on the couch and they were still gushing about their signed cards, when mom came by, "Do you want anything, honey?" I looked up at mom and smiled.

"Not really, I already had breakfast," she nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

Aizawa and my dad sat on the opposite couch from us, and soon started talking. I didn't know about what because I couldn't quite hear them, and I wasn't gonna try and gossip about their adult conversation, it was none of my business after all.

As I remained with the twins, I watched the nonstop gushing about their cards, showing them to me with big smiles on their flushed faces, making me chuckle as if I hadn't just given those cards to them.

A few minutes later, mom walked out of the kitchen, a tray with a few steaming mugs and two plates filled with brownies. She sat them on the coffee table and I made eye contact with my mom. Judging by the look on her face, she knew I wanted to grab one, so she chuckled and rubbed her hands with a warm look in her eyes.

"Go on, you can eat."

I reached forward and grabbed one brownie while the twins grabbed two each after carefully setting their cards down on the table.

Mom grabbed a mug and handed it to Aizawa who muttered a quiet 'thank you' with a small bow and held it with both hands. He seemed so out of place, but thankfully, my mom knew just how to make friends with everyone.

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While the twins and I spoke about my internship, my parents were talking to Aizawa. Of course, I made sure to leave out the small details like how I gave up halfway, and the dangerous situations we encountered. They listened attentively with bright eyes as they heard how "cool and serious" Endeavour was up close.

"Wanna know something even better, monsters?" They nodded and I slouched down so they would get closer to me, wanting in on the secret, "We went to his house and had dinner," I whispered and they seemed ready to scream.

"Dinner with Endeavour?! Nii-chan!" I laughed as they started shaking me back and forth, and well, that caught the attention of the three adults.

"Huh? Dinner with Endeavour?" Dad wondered and I nodded, holding the twins in place, squeezing them against my sides.

"Yeah, Shouto's older sister wanted to meet his friends," the whole conversation about their eldest brother, Touya, flashed in my mind and I was hoping my distress wasn't obvious on my expression, "We had fun, though it was a little awkward at first," I snickered and decided to swap my attention back to the little monsters, tickling them and causing them to jump off the couch.

"Nii-chan! No tickle monster," I smiled at them and raised my hands innocently.

"For now~," I said in a playful voice and they flinched with wide smiles on their faces.

"Boys," mom called us so we looked at her, "Shouldn't you get started on your school project? Since your brother is here you can do it now, how about it?" I frowned and looked at the twins who had suddenly gotten a bright shine in their eyes.

"Yes! Good idea, mom!" Ryo exclaimed while Akira came over to me and he grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him so I would stand up from the couch, "Nii-chan, come on, we have work to do."

They each held one of my hands and began dragging me to their room. I looked over my shoulder at my parents and I saw my mom covering her smile with her hand while dad shook his head fondly with a warm smile on his face. Aizawa looked quite amused at the scene.

As soon as they dragged me in, I couldn't help but noticed the organized chaos on their low table pushed against a wall, covered with school supplies —papers, pens, pencils, glue, tape and scissors— and on that wall there was a big cork board with a couple pictures of me. Drawings and actual pictures.

Stepping closer, I realized they were taken from TV news and their websites. There was shots of me from the Sports Festival; the Obstacle Course, the Calvary Battle and the 1vs1 combats. Ending with a picture of me standing on the podium, my golden medal hanging around my neck with a wide yet tired expression on my face.

Surrounded by the pictures, was a sticky note; What did you feel when you won the Sports Festival?

There was more than just that. The Shie Hassaikai was there. The High-End Nomu in Kyushu with Endeavour and Hawks. At the Nabu Island when we had to protect Mahoro and Katsuma. A few of the incidents during my internship... Including the pastry incident.

So that's what I looked like, no wonder Katsuki found it hilarious.

A few pictures showed me with my classmates and/or senpais, and everything was neatly separated and arranged in a somehow accurate chronological order, a different few questions to each of those sections.

The top of the corkboard had a blank piece of paper, and I figured the title of the project was gonna be there.

I snapped out of my stupor when I heard something behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder to see Akira and Ryo pulling their low chairs closer to the table.

“What’s all this?” I asked, glancing back and forth between them. They looked up at me and then at the board, and they were suddenly bouncing on their feet with enthusiasm.

Akira, always the more talkative of the two, eagerly stepped forward and pointed to the corkboard, “This is our project, Nii-chan! It’s about heroes, but more importantly, it’s about you!”

"Yeah! Look at this!" Ryo exclaimed, standing on his tippy toes to grip the paper at the top and pulling it off. Apparently it was just covering the title, and the words I read almost made me start crying like a little boy again.

Our Favourite Hero, the top of the board read, obviously put together with cut out letter from magazines which gave it a childish charm that made me smile.

"We got assigned this project over the winter break, but we couldn't get much done without you since you were busy with your internship," I looked at Ryo and he fidgeted with his fingers, the exact way I did. I got down on my knees and gently messed with his hair.

"You could have still called me and I would have picked up, monsters," at that, Akira shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"We didn't want to interrupt your training, nii-chan, you're gonna be a hero, right? The greatest one at that, so you needed to focus on that!" Somehow, looking at them right now, I felt so incredibly proud of these two.

"Come here, monsters," I pulled them in a tight hug and they hugged me back without complaining, "I'm gonna be a hero you'll be proud of... I promise."

The twins giggled and nestled further against me, their arms wrapping around my waist. It was a simple moment of warmth and connection, and I cherished it deeply.

“Now that you’ve had your big brother hug,” I said with a soft chuckle, “What’s next on the agenda?”

They had a quick glance exchange before Akira turned to the table to fix some of the mess, “Well, we’ve been working on something special for the project. We wanted to do an interview with you, nii-chan!” At that, Ryo nodded eagerly.

“Yeah! We’re going to ask you questions about being a hero and your experiences. It’s part of our project, and we think it’ll be awesome!” My eyebrows raised, impressed at their decision to make an interview feature.

“An interview, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Alright, where do we start?” I asked as I stood up and went over to their bean bag, dragging it closer to the table.

The twins quickly set up their low chairs at the table too, positioning them so they could face me. Ryo grabbed a notebook and a pen, while Akira shuffled through a stack of neatly organized cards.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Akira announced enthusiastically, making me hold back a chuckle. He picked up one of the cards and cleared his throat dramatically, “First question: What was the most exciting part of the Sports Festival for you?”

I tilted my head as I thought about the Sports Festival. And I got my answer pretty quickly.

“Honestly, the most exciting part was the final match against Katsuki. It was intense, and competing with someone as strong as him made it even more memorable. I pushed myself to do my best, and it felt great to come out on top," I finished with a smile.

Ryo jotted down my answer with a concentrated look, then Akira eagerly flipped to the next card when he received a signal to continue asking, “What about the Shie Hassaikai incident? How did you feel during that battle?”

My smile faded slightly as I remembered the seriousness of the situation. I wasn't expecting them to ask about it so soon, and I couldn't give them the gruesome reality of that mission, so I decided to ease it down a bit, painting the picture a lot brighter than it was.

“That was a tough fight. We were up against some really dangerous villains, and it was challenging," I had to bite my tongue when I remembered Nighteye, "But we saved a little girl, someone who couldn't protect herself, so we had to step in to ensure her safety.”

At that, Akira and Ryo looked at me in awe, before Ryo went back to writing my answer. Akira nodded thoughtfully and then held up another card, “And what about your internship with Endeavour? What was it like working with him?”

Well, of course they would asked me about the number one hero, it was only natural. I chuckled softly at that, and let out content sigh, feeling my mood lighten up again, “Endeavour is a very intense and strict hero, but I learned a lot from him. His dedication to hero work is admirable, and it pushed me to improve my own skills. It was challenging but also incredibly rewarding," I spoke with a proud smile on my face. Yeah, maybe he is a shitty father, but he's a great hero, no one can deny that.

The twins were scribbling furiously, clearly delighted with my answers, Akira repeated my words the best he could while Ryo's hand seemed to move at the speed of light to write as quick as possible, making me chuckle to myself. After that, their questions were more about my classmates, the hardest parts about training to be a hero, and even my thoughts on some of the villains we've fought.

When they finally reached the last question, Akira read through it before looking up at me with a big smile on his face, “If you could give one piece of advice to future heroes, what would it be?”

Oh, well, I wasn't sure I could give advice... No, I can. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment on how to word it, and answered as sincerely as I could.

“My advice would be to never give up, no matter how tough things get," my words came from a place of understanding after facing hardships and overcoming my own limits this winter break, I really understood why heroes gave this type of advice often, "Believe in yourself and your abilities, and always keep striving to be the best hero you can be. It’s the perseverance and dedication that make a true hero," I finished with a smile, something strange swirling in my chest. Something like relief, and longing. It felt nostalgic. Kinda missing who I was before the internship but liking who it had shaped me into.

Ryo beamed with satisfaction and set down his pen, “Thanks, nii-chan! This is going to make our project amazing," they stood up from their chairs and rushed to hug me. I ruffled their hair and placed a kiss on the crown of their heads.

"You did amazing putting this whole thing together, little monsters, I'm proud of you two," they blushed and smiled brightly, "Need help with anything else?"

They looked at each other for a moment, and something similar to realization appeared in their eyes, "Can we get a Katsuki-nii exclusive interview?"

I blinked at them, kinda surprised that they wanted to add Katsuki onto the board, but I couldn't hold back my smile as I pulled out my phone to call Katsuki.

"Let's see, hopefully he's not busy," the call went through and I put it on speaker, placing it on the table as we waited for my boyfriend to pick up, "You know? Maybe he's working out so he might-."

Oh, nevermind.

"Hey, dumbass, what's up?" Katsuki's voice echoed in the room with a soft grunt.

I chuckled and shifted around on the bean bag, crossing my arms while trying to hold back a smirk, "So, Katsuki, I'm with the monsters and they've been working on a project for school," I took a pause to let the words sink in and he hummed, signaling me to continue, "They wanna ask you a few questions, if it's okay with you?"

There was a small pause, where we were able to hear some voices in the background which slowly faded away. Then there was a door opening and closing, followed by the wheels of a chair scraping along the floor.

"Sure, that's good by me, but this better don't take long, brats," looking over at them, I watched them exchanging excited glances and going back to their previous roles. Akira picked up a different stack of cards and did the same as before, dramatically cleared his throat before speaking, and I could hear the faint sound Katsuki holding in his laugh.

"Okay, first question, Katsuki-nii!" Akira said, his voice filled with anticipation, "What’s the most fun thing about training with (M/n)-nii-chan?"

There a moment of silence as the question hung in the air for a moment, and I wondered how Katsuki would respond. Then, with a snort, he answered, "Fun? I don’t know about ‘fun.’ But training with that idiot always gets me fired up. He doesn’t back down from a challenge, and it pushes me to go even harder. We’ve had some crazy sparring matches that’ve probably scared the hell out of the others."

The twins scribbled down his words, their faces lighting up as they processed his response, and I smiled at the handful of times something like that has happened.

"Next question!" Ryo said eagerly, flipping to the next card. "Has nii-chan ever beaten you in training?"

"Tch," Katsuki scoffed, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "He’s gotten a few hits in, I’ll give him that, but beaten me? He wishes. We’re pretty evenly matched most of the time, but I’m still stronger, if there's a moment he does win, it’s ‘cause I let him. Gotta keep him motivated, y’know?"

I chuckled softly at that, shaking my head. That is so typical of you, Katsuki, never one to admit defeat, even when it's just merely friendly completion or harmless training. Of course, I was gonna let Katsuki have the spotlight and let the twins admire him too.

After chuckling to themselves, they quickly moved on to the next question, Akira's eyes flicking to the card in his hand.

"What’s nii-chan’s most annoying habit during training?" Katsuki scoffed and there was some shifting around, he was probably leaning back on the chair.

"He’s has this stupid habit of overthinking every single thing, like he'll be fighting just fine and then freeze out of nowhere. I understand he wants to do everything perfectly, but his hesitation is gonna bite him in the ass one of these days," I felt myself shrinking on the bean bag, whining quietly.

"Mean... But true," I muttered with a small smile, causing the twins to giggle at my words. Ryo's hand moved on the paper as he wrote Katsuki's answer, while Akira moved on to the next question.

"Alright, Katsuki-nii," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face, "What’s something you admire about nii-chan?"

The line went quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel Katsuki’s hesitation for a couple of seconds, but soon, his voice came through, sounding softer, more genuine, "He’s got a stupid big heart. No matter how tough things get, he’s always looking out for the people around him. It’s annoying sometimes ‘cause it makes him hesitate, but it’s also what makes him a real hero. He’s not just doing this to be the best; he actually gives a damn about people."

That answer hit me harder than I expected, and I found myself swallowing the lump in my throat at the raw sincerity in Katsuki's voice. I will cuddle him all night, I swear...

The twins seemed to sense the shift in tone too, their expressions turning more serious as they wrote down his words.

Ryo was the one to break the brief silence this time, not even looking at the card on Akira's hand, "What’s a funny memory you have with (M/n)-nii-chan?" Katsuki’s laugh was immediate, a short, scoffing sound that made me curious.

"Oh, that’s easy. There was this one time during training when he tried to do this super fancy move he supposedly saw on TV or whatever, and he ended up tripping over his own feet, face-planting right into the ground. The whole class lost it. Of course, he got up like nothing happened, trying to play it cool, but he was about to combust from embarrassment," he cackled for a few seconds, and the twins laughed too, Ryo struggling to write down his answer because of how much his body trembled with laughter. Then Katsuki let out an exaggerated sigh, "We still give him crap about it sometimes."

I couldn’t help but snicker alongside them, even if the memory was a little embarrassing, it was something the whole class turned to whenever they needed a laugh and it was all in good fun, after all.

"And what about your favorite memory with nii-chan?" Akira asked once they’d calmed down, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Probably the time we both got stuck on cleanup duty after a mission went longer than expected. We were both exhausted, but we just started talking about random crap—movies, food, whatever. It was nice, y’know? Just being able to chill and talk without any of the usual competition or training pressure," Katsuki’s voice softened again, his tone more gentle, "Moments like those make you remember why you're training. To maintain that peace everywhere you go."

The twins nodded, their expressions thoughtful as they wrote down his answer. I could tell they were starting to see a different side of Katsuki, the side that wasn’t all explosions and shouting.

Taking the final card from Akira's hand, Ryo asked, "Last question, Katsuki-nii! If you had to pick one hero skill that nii-chan is better at than you, what would it be?"

Katsuki let out a low grunt, clearly reluctant to admit anything.

"He’s better at playing nice with others. Not that it matters in a real fight, but he’s good at getting people to work together. Makes him a solid leader, I guess. Not that I’d... ever admit that to his face," his voice at the end got quiet, and I could tell he was feeling shy, definitely aware that he just blurted that out with me in the room. it made me smile to hear him talk about me like that.

The twins finished writing with satisfied grins, clearly proud of the answers they’d gotten from my boyfriend. I smiled too, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. It wasn’t often that Katsuki opened up like this, even if it was just for the school project of two 9-year-olds.

"Thanks, love," I said, picking up the phone off the table and turning off the speaker, "The twins really appreciate it."

"Yeah, whatever," Katsuki grumbled, but I could hear the faint hint of affection in his voice, "Just don’t let it get to your head, dumbass."

I chuckled softly and he did the same. There was a small silence between us, where we're just able to hear each other's breathing.

"I miss you..." He whispered and a felt a shiver down my spine.

"I miss you two, Katsuki, I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" He grunted and the chair squeaked under his weight as he shifted around.

"I don't know if I can handle raccoon eyes and dunce face bothering me with homework they forgot to do during break," I smiled and held back a laugh, "However, ponytail should be handling them right now, so I'm not too worried-."

There was a knock on his of his door, and I heard him muttering a quiet 'fuck' as Eijiro's voice came through the line, slightly muffled.

"I spoke too soon, gotta go, love you," I didn't even get to respond back because he hung up. I was praying that he wouldn't kill anyone from the Bakusquad while I wasn't there.

I put my phone away, I saw the twins discussing about how to organize the answers.

"You're putting these on the board?" I asked, leaning closer to see what they were doing. There was a drawing of Katsuki with his winter suit on at the very bottom of the page, only his upper half drawn. It was easy to recognize him, especially if you looked at his face, distorted in anger, and there were a few shots of Katsuki on the pictures of me, so anyone would be able to put two and two together and figure out who he was.

Akira laid the cards on the paper and Ryo marked where the answers would be, the title of that section was half covered so I couldn't really see it.

"Yep, it'll go somewhere down here..." Akira mentioned to the bottom right corner for the board, "Is the title okay, nii-chan?"

He moved the papers that were in the way and I shifted closer to them, cranking my neck to the side to read it. 'A Hero's Best Friend', read the top of the paper.

Honestly, I understood why. The monsters didn't want to out our relationship to their class and possibly their whole school, so calling us best friends was cool with me, besides, I like to think we're still each other's best friend while being lovers.

"Want me to help?" They looked at me and nodded enthusiastically, uttering a 'please!' in unison, making me chuckle.

///////

Maybe an hour had passed while I helped the twins finish and fix their project, making sure it was neat and easy to read and follow through.

"Alright, monsters, remember to clean up or mom is gonna get mad," I stood up from the bean bag I had been sitting and headed toward the door.

"On it!"

I walked out the room and stretched my limbs a little bit. I had completely forgotten Aizawa-sensei was here so I wanted to check up on him, just to make sure my mom hadn't roped him into anything...

Where is he? Where is she?

"Mom?" I quietly called, but no response. That's when I heard muffled laughter and clattering of utensils coming from the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and I saw Aizawa standing next to my mom in the kitchen. Wearing an apron. Pouring batter on a tray. Baking.

His sleeves were rolled up, his hair tied in a messy bun, with an expression that could only be described as someone who knows nothing about baking, learning how to bake.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the scene of Aizawa-sensei baking with my mom. It was... surreal, to say the least. My no-nonsense, perpetually sleep-deprived teacher, standing in our kitchen, carefully pouring batter into a tray with all the focus of someone on a mission. And my mom, happily chatting away as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mom?" I called again and she turned around to look at me, a wide smile on her face. The inviting smell of baking goodies filling my nose the longer I stood in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, honey! Shota-kun and I were just finishing up some treats. How was the project with the boys?" I tried not to feel strange at the idea of my mother being in first name basis with my teacher, blinking as I stared blankly at her, and focused on the question.

"It went good, they're finished and are cleaning up the mess they made," she chuckled and went back to cleaning the counter, clearly pleased. It did seem like they were almost done with the baking.

"Those two had been so eager to make their project about you, you know? They can't stop talking about you and Katsuki-kun," there was something about hearing my boyfriend's name that always made me smile, not matter the situation.

“Yeah, they were pretty excited to have me help them, and I think they really enjoyed putting it together," I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Aizawa-sensei glanced over at me, a flicker of something almost resembling a smile on his face, “They seem like good kids,” he said simply, his tone as flat as ever, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his words.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed, feeling a swell of pride in my chest at the thought of my younger brothers, "Though they can be a handful sometimes."

Mom chuckled and went over to the oven, opening it and pulling out the tray. I could see they had been baking brownies, "Well, judging with what I've been told, Shota-kun has his fair share of handfuls too," she said teasingly, nudging Aizawa with her elbow. Then, she turned to me briefly after setting the tray down, her expression softening, "The boys look up to you, (M/n), they said they were gonna follow your footsteps and become heroes."

Hearing those words made me freeze. The warmth of her voice felt like a comforting blanket around me, and my chest tightened, a mix of pride and emotion swelling up inside me.

The thought of Akira and Ryo looking up to me, wanting to follow in my footsteps and become heroes, hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t just their big brother; I was their role model, someone they were striving to be like.

The realization was both humbling and overwhelming.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it down, not wanting to get too emotional in front of anyone.

A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips as finally able to find my voice, “They said that?” I asked softly, looking at my mom, who gave a subtle nod, confirming it. My eyes flickered up to the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears I felt gathering in my eyes, “That’s… that’s really something,” I added, my voice a bit shaky with emotion, but I managed to keep it steady, “I’ll do my best to make sure I’m someone worth looking up to.”

My mom’s smile softened, and I heard her as she walked over to me, and soon feeling her gentle hand on my shoulder, making me look down at her.

“You already are, sweetheart,” she said, her voice full of warmth and confidence.

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, and I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. I was doing this not just for myself, but for them too, for Akira, for Ryo, and for everyone who believed in me. And I wasn’t going to let them down.

After that, she caressed my face and gently wiped the stray tear that had managed to escape and went back to Aizawa, who had witnessed the whole scene in silence with a subtle smile on his face.

I blinked a few times and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, hearing my mom and Aizawa talking about the batter and how to prevent it from baking into the paper while in the over.

I still couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but at the same time, it felt oddly comforting. Aizawa-sensei, despite his gruff exterior, was clearly capable of moments like this, moments where he let his guard down just enough to bond with someone, even if it was over something as simple as baking.

“Don’t forget to take some of those back with you for Eri,” my mom said as she finished cutting up the brownies and putting a few of them on a plate, “I’m sure she’d love to try them.”

Aizawa nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly, “I’ll make sure she gets them.”

I watched them for a moment longer before pushing off the doorframe.

“I’ll go check on the twins,” I said, excusing myself.

As I walked back down the hall, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Who would’ve thought? My mom and Aizawa-sensei, bonding over baking. The world was full of surprises, but this one? This one was definitely one of the better ones.

///////

Forty-five minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and I were making our way back to the car, tupperware filled with brownies and cookies for Eri and the class.

"See you later, nii-chan!" The twins exclaimed and I smiled and waved at them as I got in the car.

"Don't stresss mom too much, monsters!" They giggled but nodded and hugged mom tightly. My parents chuckled and waved back at me.

"Take care!" I nodded at them and closed the door, continuing to wave to them as the car slowly pulled away.

The first few minutes were spent in complete silence and I found myself staring out the window again, watching how the streets became busy with all the people passing by, and I fidgeted with my All Might notebook.

"Your mom's a good cook, I didn't expect to find myself baking brownies and cookies today but... It was nice," Aizawa's voice broke the silence and I glanced over at him, feeling a smile growing on my face, "I talked about Eri and she suggested I learn how to bake for her."

"Yeah, she has a thing for getting close to others," I spoke as I remembered my mom. She's always been like that, kind, friendly and gentle, incredibly out-going too, Akira is just like her, while Ryo and I are more like our dad, the shyness and anxiety is pretty obvious on the three of us, "She definitely wants to visit the dorm just so she could meet everyone in person, " I chuckled thinking of all the times mom had asked me about my classmates, I'm pretty sure she has their names and quirks memorized by now.

"Well, she's allowed to come over whenever she likes," I felt my chest warm at Aizawa's kind words, hearing him say that made me so happy for my mom.

///////

Back at the dorm, I was immediately tackled by Eri. She had only seen me in the morning before I left, so it made sense that we had missed me.

"Hey, Eri," I crouched to her height and hugged her for as long as she allowed me, "Here, we brought some treats for everyone," I handed her the tupperware with cookies and she looked at it bright eyes.

She smiled at me and rushed back to the couches, "Cookies!" She exclaimed and the class gathered around her as she opened the container. The smell of the cookies must've set them off because they were practically diving in to get some.

"Easy there, we have more," Aizawa spoke as he closed the door behind him, we took off our shoes and put on slippers before walking further inside the dorm. We placed the containers on the coffee table and opened them.

I managed to grab a piece of brownie before the piranhas dove in the treats.

Shoji, ever so thoughtful, brought paper plates for everyone, and I grabbed one to take some to Katsuki before they were completely gone. I grabbed brownies and cookies before heading up the stairs.

I knocked on the door to let him know I was coming in before opening it. He looked up from his position on the bed, he was reading manga, re-reading it to be exact. I smiled and closed the door behind as I watched a grin slowly make it's way on his face.

"What's that?" He moved his head toward the plate on my hand and I sat next to him when he scooted over. He looked at the treats on display and reached to grab a brownie, taking a bit, "Damn, your mom is so good at baking," he spoke with his mouth full, and I had to place my hand under his chin so he wouldn't get crumps on his bed, which I knew he would complain about.

"She made them with Aizawa-sensei, which was... Weird," Katsuki stopped mid-bite and snorted, how he didn't choke on his food I don't know.

"Sensei? He baked these? Nuh uh, I don't believe it," he chuckled and continued eating, I could tell he did believe me but was just laughing at the odds of our stoic teacher baking.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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lovesickonmybed · 1 year ago

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some nights they get so bad you almost pick up the phone | (3/?)

chapter two | masterlist

eddie munson x OC | word count - 3025

summary | a surprise visit at work leads to a drunk phone call

warnings | violence, swearing, underage drinking, abandonment, allusions to self harm and child abuse, sexual content, and dark thoughts.

a/n | this chapter got really dark so sorry in advance. listen to g.i.n.a.s.f.s. by fall out boy while reading.

taglist | @lelenikki , @bimbobaggins69

I wake up falling out of my bed as my alarm clock goes off. Fuck. I totally forgot I worked today. I peel myself up off the floor and turn off my alarm clock. I grab a patchwork button down and a pair of dark blue jeans to wear to work today. I go to my bathroom and put my hair into two braids and do some light makeup. I work at a bookstore two miles from my apartment and I bike to work every shift. I grab my bike lock and put it into my backpack along with my wallet and my cassette player and headphones. I put some tapes in my bag too. I grab my blue bike helmet and start biking to work. On my way there a car pulls up near me, keeping the same speed. The passenger throws something at me but thankfully I dodge it, they yell, “SLUT!” before speeding off. “What the actual fuck?” I mumble to myself as I keep biking. I arrive at work with no more incidents and lock my bike up outside the shop.

I walk inside and greet my manager before putting my stuff up in the back and grabbing my name tag. My job is usually pretty quiet, a majority of the people who come in are looking for a book for school or are some nice more nerdy types who want some recommendations. It’s clearly going to be slow today so I tune the radio to the rock station and grab a copy of Carrie by Stephen King. I've read it like a million times but it never gets old. I hum along to the radio until my boss brings me some books to re-shelve. I take the cart and start going around to re-shelve the books. I’m in the romance section when I feel myself get shoved back against the shelves. The air is knocked out of me and a hand covers my mouth. I open my eyes and I’m face to face with Billy Hargrove. Shit.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you,” He smirks.

Panic rises in me, and my palms sweat, my hands beginning to shake. My eyes are wide with fear and my brows furrow with worry. Billy has his hand on my hip pinning me to the shelf, I can already tell it’ll bruise. I speak despite his hand covering my mouth, “Y-You’re hurting me, Billy,” My words muffled by his hand.

“I know I am. Y’know, it wasn’t very nice of you and that freak to humiliate me like that, sweetheart,” he says before removing his hand from my mouth. He plays with my hair, twirling it around before sharply tugging on it. I wince in pain and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t know he was going to do that, I swear!” I try to defend myself.

He shoves me back harder, my head coming into contact with the shelf painfully, I groan in pain and rub the back of my head.

“I honestly don’t give a shit, I need you to give your little lover boy a message for me. Can your pathetic little brain handle that, sweetheart?” He asks.

“He doesn't even like me. Why don’t you tell him yourself?” I spit back.

He grabs my hair at the root and holds it tightly and painfully, “You’re going to give him the message or I’ll make your sad excuse of a life even worse than it already is, got it bitch?”

Tears prick my eyes as I nod, “G-Got it.”

He smiles wide, “Good. Tell him that if he ever fucks with me like that again I’ll carve up more than his locker next time. Maybe next time it’ll be you, sweetheart.”

My breath hitches in my throat and I gulp, “I-I’ll tell him.”

“Good, I would hate to hurt a pretty little thing like you,” he smirks before walking off.

I don’t relax until I hear him leave through the shop door. I run to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup, and to see how my hip is doing. When I look in the mirror, my jaw drops in shock. I have mascara running down my face and my hair is messy as hell. I fix my hair and wipe off the tears. Then I go into a stall to look at my hip, there’s already a small bruise forming from how hard he was grabbing me. “Fuck…” I mumble. I lay my head back against the stall wall and sigh.

I walk out of the bathroom and make a beeline to my manager, “Hey um, I hate to ask, but can I use the office phone for a personal call? It’s really really important, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

He looks at me with concern but nods, “Of course Viv, go ahead, honey.” I thank him and then head into the office and dial the number I’ve had memorized for years. My mouth goes dry as it rings, it goes on for a while and I worry he might not pick up. But finally he does.

“Munson residence, what is so damn important that you have to interrupt my campaign?”

I’m too nervous to speak at first but I stutter out, “P-Please don’t hang up. Billy just came to my work and I-”

“Vivian? What the fuck are you calling me for?” He whisper yells into the phone.

“Please, just let me explain! I wouldn’t call you just for shits and giggles. Billy just came into my work and told me to tell you that if you fuck with him again, then he’s gonna carve up more than just your locker. He threatened me too and thanks to him I’ve got a pounding headache and bruise on my hip,” I rant.

I hear Eddie sigh into the phone, “Seriously?”

“Why would I make something like this up? I can come over and show you the bruise myself!”

“I don’t want to see you,” Eddie says abruptly.

I say nothing back; I don’t even know what to say. I feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

“J-Just watch your back…you know what he’s capable of. Okay?” I say before hanging up, my voice wavering as I speak. It’s clear in my voice that I’m on the verge of tears. I collect myself before going back out and thanking my manager for letting me use the phone.

I go back to restocking the shelves and keep my eye out for anyone else who plans on coming in to fuck with me. I’m on edge the whole day, I spend my entire lunch break in the back to avoid everyone. I continue to read Carrie as I eat my lunch. She’s always been one of my favorite book characters. I relate to her anger and her isolation. Whenever I read the book, I feel protective over her, if people treated me like that everyday I’d snap too.

When I go back out after my lunch I notice the store is pretty busy, I help customers find books and ring them up once I help them make their selections. The rest of my shift is pretty busy as I assist customers and re-shelve books. Finally, at 7pm my shift is over and I grab my stuff out of the back before saying bye to my manager for the night. As I unlock my bike, I see my back tire is slashed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yell. I kick the post that’s nearby and regret it immediately as sharp pain shoots through my foot. “FUCK!”

I gather myself and start walking back home with my bike in the dark. I stay far off from the road so I don’t risk getting hit. I take an hour to walk back home and when I get home, I’m a sweaty pissed off mess. I lock my bike up even though I know nobody is gonna steal it with a giant fucking hole in the tire. I swear if I knew how I’d put a goddamn hex on Billy Hargrove.

“Mom! I’m home!” I yell as I walk into the apartment. I set my bike helmet by the door and unpack my backpack. My mom isn’t home like I had hoped she was. I see a note on the fridge and sigh. ‘Going to be gone for a week, I left money for Pizza. Aunt Gina is sick.’ I groan and grab the money off the counter to order some pizza. I call and place an order before getting comfortable on the couch and turning on a horror movie, I’m cuddled up into a blanket when the phone rings. It scares the shit out of me and I go flying off the couch. Horror movies may not scare me too badly but loud sounds definitely do. Once I get up off the floor, I run to the phone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Viv?” Holy shit, it’s a voice I haven’t heard in forever. Veronica Ecker has called me.

“Y-Yeah? Um yeah it’s me, it’s Viv,” I ramble.

“I don’t know what the hell happened last night but stay away from Eddie. He’s talking about Billy Hargrove having it out for him and I swear to god if you don’t get that asshole to back off of Eddie then I’ll have it out for you!” Before I can even try to respond she slams the phone down, hanging it up immediately. I groan and pull at my hair.

“How do I manage to make everyone in Hawkins hate me, jesus fucking christ?!” I throw myself back down onto the couch and scream into a pillow until I can feel my rage subside. I get up off the couch and make my way over to the liquor cabinet and thank the lord that my mom doesn’t care if I drink. I make a rum and coke that’s definitely more rum than anything and drink it as I watch the movie, waiting for the pizza to arrive. I don’t know how I fucked things up so young, if I hadn’t gone to seek revenge over something so stupid I still could’ve had friends, could’ve actually had Eddie by now, instead I have a bottle of rum and a lonely ache that fills my bones. Sometimes I wonder if my dad had known how badly of a fuck up I’d be and that’s why he left, maybe I was already a fuck up as a kid. My grades weren’t great, I didn’t have many friends, I guess he knew I’d never get better, I’d just be a loser forever. I inherited his eyes, his anger, his love for the bottle. I wonder if he ever felt like this, if he left because he felt he wasn’t good enough. My mom never gave me his actual reason so I let my mind wander. I wonder if life is always this empty, this lonely, this cruel. I go to take another sip of my drink but the doorbell rings. Pizza’s here.

Most nights when I plan to get drunk I unplug my phone from the wall, I don’t trust myself to not call somebody I shouldn’t, but Eddie hates me even more now, Billy Hargrove wants me dead, and me simply leaving my house is social suicide so it’s not like I have much left to fuck up. I let myself stop caring, stuffing my face with pizza and washing it down with rum, not exactly my dream combination but who cares. With half the bottle gone it doesn’t take long for me to pick up the phone. My anger seeps out when I drink, but so does my sadness. I dial Eddie’s phone number; I know he’ll be up, he always is at this hour. The phone rings and rings until he finally picks up.

“Munson residence, who the fuck is calling at 2am?” He answers, angrily.

I smirk, I love that I’ve pissed him off, “Hey Eds. Miss me yet?” I laugh into the phone, taking another swig from the bottle.

“Jesus christ, what the hell do you want?” He asks. I know he’s rolling his eyes, I’m shocked he didn’t hang up as soon as he heard me honestly.

“Well, your good friend Ronnie called me up earlier. She didn’t sound too happy with me, thinks I sicked Hargrove on you like some junkyard dog. You didn’t tell her what a gentleman you were at the lake?” I tease. I’m fed up, I can’t hide it anymore. I’m angry at him, I’m angry at Billy, I’m angry at everyone.

“She called you?” He sounds confused.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell her to get her fucking facts straight before threatening me, we both know I could take her in a fight anyway,” I’m slurring my words letting whatever pops into my head simply spill out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighs, “Viv, are you drunk right now?”

“So what if I am? I’ve got nothing better to do right now and rum doesn’t taste too bad after a few sips,” I giggle.

Eddie sighs into the phone again, “How much have you had tonight?”

“Jesus christ, what are you my dad? Y’all both left anyway,” I mumble that last part.

Eddie goes silent.

“Sorry,” I hiccup. I feel sad again, I know I said something I shouldn’t have.

“Why’d you call me, Viv?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know…I don’t…” My voice trails off.

“I’m sorry, that Ronnie threatened you,” he says.

“It’s fine, I deserved it. It’s my fault we’re even in this shit. I shouldn’t have taken that dare,” I say sadly, I take another sip and curl into myself on the couch.

“It’s not your fault. Billy got what he deserved, well less than what he actually deserves. I made the choice to help you, I don’t regret it.”

I furrow my brows in confusion, “Why not? You haven’t spoken to me since the first day of Junior year. You hate my fucking guts, Eds.”

“No, I don’t. I-I…it’s all complicated, okay?” He sounds genuine, he sounds soft, it confuses me.

“You should. You should hate me. I-I’m a fucking disaster, I-I…I’m a shitty friend, I’m selfish, I’m angry…so goddamn angry all the time. I don’t like my friends, or well, ex-friends now I guess since they’re all groupies for that mullet wearing fuck. They’re so mean to you and your Hellfire friends, I-I try to get them to stop but they don’t care what I have to say…I-I could’ve tried harder to stop it, but I didn’t I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry I slept with Tommy too. I just…when I saw you that night with Nicole I couldn’t take it. She was so fucking cruel to me…and you…you slept with her anyway, you let her take your goddamned virginity Eddie! Why? Huh? God, I know she was your type but you couldn’t have picked someone else? Literally anybody-fucking-else!” I yell into the phone, letting my anger get the best of me. There are tears running down my face as I’m brought back to that night.

“I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for calling you. I-I should go…” I mutter.

“Don’t! J-Just stay on the phone with me, okay? You shouldn’t be alone like this,” he says.

I cry harder, “I shouldn’t be with you when I’m like this either…I talk too much, let too much out. I should keep it in, keep the peace…”

“Fuck that, let it out. You’ve got a lot you wanna say to me, right? Go ahead, let me have it,” He chuckles into the phone.

“I try not to be angry in front of other people, I’ve got my fathers temper y’know…” I laugh dryly, wiping away my tears.

“I’m not much better and you know that, I can take it,” he replies.

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“But I will, so start talking.”

“Why’d you fuck her, Eds?” I ask, laying back on the couch and waiting for a response.

“Do you want to know the truth?” He sounds hesitant.

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

“I…I thought that if I slept with her, if I let her get her story for her friends, that she’d lay off you. I didn’t like her…at all…and she was awful in bed, by the way.”

I laugh into the phone, “Was she really?”

“The worst, I swear she thought porn was the standard, I thought I’d have to gag her because of how over the top her moans were,” he laughs.

“Fuck…Tommy wasn’t good either. Well…I mean I didn’t really get to feel if he would’ve been or not…fuck I can’t believe I’m telling you this but, he umm,” I snort with laughter at the memory, “He was fucking my thighs the whole time thinking it was my vagina.”

I hear Eddie fall off of his couch and howl with laughter, he takes a good minute to catch his breath, “S-So you’re telling me that he didn’t even fuck you? Like…he just fucked your thighs like some virgin who’s never taken an anatomy class or been with a woman?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.”

“Holy shit…the other guys you’ve been with, I mean there had to be more than just Tommy, they’ve made you cum right?” He asks.

I bite my lip and run my hands through my hair, “Like two of them have, yeah.”

“Not enough guys are getting you off correctly, you need someone who knows what they’re doing…” He’s doing his DM voice, the voice that had me clenching my thighs every time he’d speak at a session.

“Y-Yeah…” My mouth feels dry, my face is hot, and there’s a familiar ache between my thighs.

“Fuck it’s getting late, get some sleep, you’re gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

“Shit, don’t remind me,” I groan.

He laughs and the ache between my thighs gets even worse, “Seriously though, get some sleep…I’m glad you called me.”

I could scream, I never thought I’d hear him say that, “Yeah…me too…goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Viv.”

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