#i will never watch it in my bedroom or i won't sleep ever again

[eggmeralda]

"I do not control the hyperfixation" really hits when the hyperfixation is like the last thing you want to think about constantly but yet. you are still thinking about it

[sophiria]

Dulcis Amor

dad!Gojo Satoru x mom!Reader cw: 18+ themes, jjk manga spoilers, post-canon fix-it, references to babytrapping and mentions of birth control, a little bit of manipulation and deception, unmarried couple, twisted and fluffy feelings, vague mention of the reader's hair, implied that you're a little obsessed with each other words: around 900

Satoru was lounging on the Engawa, keeping a watchful gaze on your form inside the bedroom. As you slept peacefully under the blankets, your son fussed in his arms, and the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh?" Satoru breathed out, shifting his child so he could rest better on his chest. "Is the little Gojo missing his mom?"

Your son wriggled slightly before going back to sleep. "Back to using me as a pillow, hm?" Satoru mused. "I guess your dad is okay too."

He had never thought a romantic partner was in his cards, let alone having a child. And yet…

He briefly closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He had died. Murdered by Sukuna. And you made a Binding Vow to bring him back to life.

(Satoru had been furious with you—he had already accepted his death, and you had sacrificed something precious for him.

The Strongest had never known someone who cared for him as much as you did.)

His son stirred on his chest. Satoru looked down at your child. Fatherhood...who would have thought?

It only took one time, one burst of passion (and love, something Satoru could only acknowledge in his mind), and you were pregnant with his child, his heir.

As Satoru was lost in thought, you quietly joined him on the Engawa. Your expression softened as you gazed at your son sleeping soundly on his father's chest.

Satoru peered at you through his pitch-black glasses and motioned for you to join them. You did so and stopped beside the recliner where your lover and child rested.

You caressed your son's head before running your fingers through Satoru's hair, and he smirked softly. "You're such an affectionate mama," he teased, his voice low and hushed. "You're always spoiling us both."

You huffed before smiling, then gently picked up your son, who gripped onto your clothes with his tiny hands. He cooed, and you tickled his nose, making him laugh. Satoru's heart fluttered at the heartwarming sight, and he swallowed hard. He had to look away for a moment, taking a deep breath.

(That's his family. His beautiful little family. Something he never thought he'd have, something he never thought he'd wanted.)

You brought your little one inside, and he yawned as you placed him gently into the crib. 

Satoru followed you and wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. He nuzzled your neck, and his loose snow-white hair brushed against your skin. 

One of your hands found the nape of his neck and stroked it. He purred at your touch, relishing it. "I don't think I'm ever going to let you out of the Gojo estate."

You brushed your nose against his hair. "You won't, hm?"

Satoru lifted his head from the crook of your neck, and his sky-blue eyes found yours. "You're you and the mother of my child. Do you think I would allow any harm to come your way, especially now that you can no longer use Cursed Energy?"

You eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehensiveness. "Since when are you this overprotective?"

He briefly narrowed his eyes. "Since you decided it was a good idea to sacrifice your cursed energy to bring me back."

You heaved a sigh. "Here we go again," you mumbled. "Satoru, I did it for you, I—"

"I know," he cut you off in a deep voice, raising to his full height before cupping one of your cheeks and angling your face towards his. "I know. But you shouldn't have sacrificed your cursed energy."

Your lips parted as you gazed into his eyes, though before you could reply, Satoru leaned forward and took your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Your noses brushed against one another, and you closed your eyes. He opened his own, looking down at you through his lashes while slightly tightening his hold on your cheek and waist.

Satoru wondered if you were ever going to figure out that him getting you pregnant wasn't a mistake—that he chose to deactivate his Infinity while the two of you had sex.

(He had to do it. You sacrificed your nature as a sorcerer to bring his soul back to life, and he wanted to keep you safe and bound to him.)

You leaned back to breathe in some air and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "I need to tell you something," you said, bringing your hand to his face to cup his cheek. "About the pregnancy."

Satoru's posture stiffened, although he managed to keep his expression nonchalant. "What about it?"

You began stroking his jawline. "Me getting pregnant...it wasn't a mistake, nor a malfunction of your cursed technique."

He desperately tried to keep a straight face. "Oh really? So you're telling me it wasn't my Infinity acting up?"

You hesitated, and your hand left his face. You then wrapped your arms around his upper body, snuggling up to him. The tension began to leave his body, and he held you to himself. "I was never on birth control," you admitted, voice muffled by his chest. His eyes widened at your words—wait, what? Did you— "I'm sorry I lied about it, Satoru."

You sniffled and held onto him in what seemed to be a silent way to beg for forgiveness. His eyes twinkled, and Gojo felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, caressing your back in a comforting manner. "It's okay. I'm not angry." He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I could never be angry at how much you've always wanted me."

[zroronoas]

roommate!ace

bc i love ace and kept imagining what he'd be like as a roommate!

-

-ace loves candles, will always have one lit up and he'll even bring his favorite one everywhere he goes. if he's going from his bedroom to the living room, he will have that candle with him. super considerate though, he'll always have you come candle shopping with him and sniff each one to make sure you like the smell.

a disgusted expression is plastered onto your face as ace holds up the candle to your nose. once he sees your reaction to it, he immediately puts it back on the shelf.

"you don't like it?"

"ace, it smells like feet."

-ace absolutely loves building forts out of the pillows and couch cushions. he takes extra time and effort to make sure it's the most structured pillow fort that has ever been built. usually, he likes to sit in there while you two have movie nights and since he's using up all the couch cushions, you have no choice but to sit in there with him. you have to admit that it was cute, he would set up the inside with the softest blankets and all of the snacks you two loved.

"what are we watching today, ace?"

"wicked."

"again?"

-he's convinced that the apartment has ghosts and will literally force you to ghost hunt with him. you're terrified but it's an excuse to walk around the house in the dark while he holds your hand so you consider it a win.

"dude. did you hear that?"

you press yourself even closer into his side, frantically whipping your head side to side to find the source of the noise. you feel him tighten his grip on your hand, his way of comforting you.

"do we really have to do this? can't we just ignore them?"

"the noise came from your room, good luck sleeping in there tonight!"

"don't say that ace, i will literally move out."

"or you can just sleep in my bed tonight."

-he loves grocery shopping and doing all of the household chores with you. despite him having a messy room, he always makes sure that your shared spaces are clean. if he knows you've been busy, he'll even do your laundry for you. you appreciate the gesture but have had to ban him from touching your laundry because he always makes dirty jokes whenever he sees your underwear.

"oh, these are some scandalous panties you've got here!"

-loves to comes into your room and just plop down on your bed without saying anything. you grow accustomed to it, so usually you just continue what you're doing without sparing him a glance. after a while, he starts to snore and you have to deal with dragging him out of your bed so you can lay down.

-you and ace love to cook, especially if you're doing it together. he loves finding recipes on tiktok and is always sending them to you. neither of you enjoy cleaning up though, so it's always a fight. figuring out who's going to clean up the mess consists of bets and countless games of rock paper scissors. but ace always ends up cleaning up because he's a sweetheart and hates making you do literally anything.

-despite ace's antics and the occasional urge to kick his ass, living with him felt like marriage. you would never admit that to him, in fear of making it awkward between the two of you. you couldn't imagine constantly having to avoid each other during the duration of your two year lease.

-but it was so difficult. regardless of his intentions, ace was extremely flirty and touchy. the man was constantly teasing you and would attempt to cuddle you on the couch every single night.

"why won't you ever let me cuddle with you?" he whines. even though your foot was brought up against his chest, pushing with all your power, the man wouldn't let up. you didn't even know why you even bothered to try and stop him.

"roommates don't cuddle," you state. "and you stink."

"then let's stop being just roommates."

the sentence makes you freeze and you forget about trying to keep him away from you. your foot slowly falls back onto the couch as you stare at him, wide-eyed.

a boyish grin appears on the mans face and he takes the chance to wrap his arms around you. you have no idea what to do, but you do know that you don't have the energy to push him away. you were sure that he could feel the beating of your heart and the warmth that was spreading throughout your face.

"we can be roommates and best friends!" he grins. "that means we can cuddle now, right?"

your fist collides with his arm before you push him off and run as fast as you can to your room. ace winces as he watches you make your way to your room, the smile on his face growing even wider.

he thinks you're the most adorable person on the planet, and couldn't wait for the day he could call you his partner and his roommate.

[uravitypng]

tsukishima kinks?

or choso kinks?

or aizawa kinks?

(sending a few options cause i’m sure you’ve already gotten these suggestions <3)

i've already got a tsukishima one i need to write but .... choso !!! aizawa !!! oh my god!!!! i've never written anything about either of them and i am sooo ready for this♡

choso

mommy/mummy kink- choso is a switch but leans more over towards sub. choso is very whiney in bed and is someone who becomes pussydrunk very easily when he's sleeping with you. during one of these pussydrunk moments he calls you mummy. he always has had the urge but resisted, worried that you won't like it but when he said it and you held onto him even tighter, wrapping your legs around him, a strangled groan came out of his mouth and he speeds up. as he comes he calls you mummy again, "gonna cum, gonna cum! fffuck mummy."

mutual masturbation- loves watching you touch yourself and will commit every gasp, touch and movement you make to memory for if he's ever alone for the weekend without you and most importantly for future reference with you, 'so touching her there makes her moan even louder huh' 'oh that made her toes curl' 'her body's shaking so much'.

choso loves watching your body writhe and squirm as you make yourself come while he's stroking his cock with rapt attention. he's inexperienced but his confidence about how good he is in bed gets boosted while mutually masturbating when you beg for more. beg for him. "please choso, please baby, i need more. want your cock s'bad. need you to touch me."

overstimulation- you milking him multiple times in succession without stopping?? yeah he likes that. he likes when you have control over his orgasms. he simultaneously wants more and wants less. bucking his hips up to meet your touch one second and the next trying to shuffle away, overwhelmed in the best way. tears filling his waterline, fists grabbing onto the sheets tightly. "t-to much!"

"i think you can take it cho"

edging- i mentioned before that he likes you having control of his orgasms so that also involves controlling when he gets to come and how many times you will deny him. "i can't anymore baby, please let me come. i've been good!"

aizawa

bondage- uses his binding cloth during sex!! tying you up in the bedroom and then leaving you there for awhile to do something else just to keep you waiting in anticipation. aizawa ties up your whole body and will also tie up just your arms and wrists on occasions too. he loves restricting your movements and watching you struggle against the binds. "there's no use struggling, you're not getting out until i want you too and before that i'm going to make you come on my tongue again."

daddy/sir kink- aizawa has an authorisation kink in general. loves taking charge and having you call him sir and daddy (sometimes even master) he will also sometimes call you kitten in response to your names for him. "sir please let me touch you! i'll be good! just let out of these binds."

choking kink- whenever he sees your eyes roll back and your breathing becoming gasps it makes him harder than he already was. his large hands wrapped around your throat, keeping you on the edge of consciousness. "so beautiful like that kitten, keep clenching around me."

somno- it's not a surprise that this is one of his kinks is it? all consensual of course but being woken up by you during sex is the best way to wake up. he also enjoys waking you up too but prefers it when he wakes up to you, especially when you're sucking his dick. his tired gravelly voice startling you as well as he gentle but firm hand on your head guiding you up and down. "fuck sweetheart, keep going just like that." you hum around his cock, letting you know you heard him. becoming wetter at the sound of his voice.

dry humping & thigh grinding- loves you being half clothed, only having underwear on, as you desperately hump and grind on him. it's a real power trip to watch you try and orgasm without any help as you frantically and pathetically rub yourself against him while he's still fully clothed and has no intention of changing that

[averycutesalamander]

from the prompt list, for my bestie <3 gn reader !

29: Tucking their hair behind their ear.

Sometimes Boothill could swear that the universe itself is trying to inconvenience him at every possible turn. 

He's on his way back home to you after an exceptionally long absence; too many time-sensitive missions got stacked on top of each other, and he hasn't had a single day to spare with all of this running around. (He's found that he gets especially cranky when he's kept away from you for too long; he has to wonder if the poor bastards he's been shooting can tell.) 

There's some kind of issue with the dock he usually uses on your planet, though, so he's been forced to find somewhere else discreet to land his ship; it took him a good few hours to even find somewhere that he's confident won't sell him out. When he texted you saying he'd get home late, he wasn't quite expecting it to be this late. It's well after midnight by the time he finally manages to land, and he has to fight to keep his irritation in check. He's weary and tired and pissed off and he misses you like a prisoner misses the sun, so he makes the walk to your home in record time. 

He opens the front door quietly, retracting his spurs just before he steps inside. He wipes off his feet as he settles his hat on the rack, carefully tuning his hearing to track down your heartbeat; he finds its comforting rhythm in the living room, slow and even. Sleeping, if he had to guess. The house is quiet and the lights are off; you probably passed out before dusk. 

Sure enough, when he turns the corner, he finds you asleep on the couch; you're still in your day clothes, your phone cradled against your chest. His chest aches, just as it always does when he lays eyes on you again after coming back home; it's like he's just shaken a heavy weight off of his shoulders, and suddenly, everything is right in the world. A quiet pang of guilt echoes in his chest, though; he hates making you wait like this, even if he's twice as pissed about it as you. 

(You never, ever complain about things like this. The most you do is playfully grouch, but you never seem to lose your patience with him. He doesn't know how to handle it.)

He crouches by your side, his gaze soft with affection. Tenderly, he tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling gently when you sleepily crack open your eyes to look at him.

“You've been waitin’ out here this whole time, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, watching as your lashes flutter. “I told ya to head to bed if I didn't get here in time.”

“Didn't feel right,” you mumble, sighing in apparent bliss when he cups your cheek, your skin hot against his metal. “Wanted to stay up until you got here.”

(Fuck, you're too sweet for him. He's not sure what he did to deserve someone as lovely as you.)

“C'mon, then,” he murmurs, soft and fond. “Let's get ya into bed.”

You hum absently, nuzzling harder into his palm, and his heart pangs with some kind of feeling he can't quite name – something bigger than fondness, but warmer than endearment. Gently, he scoops you up into his arms, careful to support your head as your fingers twist lightly in his jacket; you don't tense in the slightest as he lifts you, and something about the sheer weight of your trust has his throat feeling tight. 

He moves you to the bedroom, careful to avoid bumping you on the doorframe. The room is dark, lit only by the sliver of moonlight that streams through the closed curtains, but he doesn't have any trouble navigating in the dark. (When he first gave up his body, he certainly hadn't predicted that he'd be using his night vision for something as banal and loving as this.) He shifts you over so he can cradle you in one arm, pulling back the blankets with the other and settling you gently onto the bed. 

(You always look so damn pretty; it drives him crazy. You look like an angel, your face all soft with sleep and your body lax with exhaustion. His heart aches from the force of his adoration.)

“Lemme get some clothes for ya, sweetheart. Can't imagine that's all that comfy,” he murmurs, and the only sign that you're awake is the soft grunt that you reply with. Adorable. 

He rummages in your dresser for a moment, plucking out the pajamas that he knows you find the comfiest. Then, he returns to your side, carefully and gently guiding your clothes off of you; he can tell that you're trying to help, but your tired squirming is ultimately more of a hindrance when he's just manhandling you anyway. (He can't say he minds. You're too damn cute when you're tired.) Finally, once you're bare, he eases you into your sleep clothes, easy and familiar. Then, he tucks you carefully under the blankets and sits by your side, smiling gently at the way you sigh and hunker down into the plushness of your pillow. 

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, almost certain that you've already fallen back asleep. You surprise him when he stands back up, though. 

“Don't go,” you whine, simultaneously theatrically and genuinely dramatic. “Get in. Wanna hold you.” 

You reach out with one fumbling hand, clearly intending to grab onto him; he smiles fondly as he links his fingers with yours, snickering as he settles back onto the edge of the mattress. 

“I'm just gonna wash up real quick, sunshine.” He strokes his thumb across your knuckles, quietly savoring the blissful heat of your palm against his metal. “I'll be back in a jiffy.”

“Don't care,” you grouch flatly. “Get in.”

He chuckles harder, delight blooming in his chest as he raises his brows. “Even though I smell like a fudgin’ barn?”

“Don't care.” He can tell you're starting to drift off again, because you're slurring so badly that he almost can't discern what you're saying. “You smell like you, and I love you, so I like it. Get in the damn bed or I'll never let you give me head again.”

He spies a smile creeping onto your face when he laughs, bright and earnest. “Well, that'd be a mighty shame for both of us, so I guess I gotta get in,” he drawls, his heart soft with affection. 

You make a pleased noise, and when he carefully loosens his grip on your hand, you let him go without fuss. Moving to his side of the bed, he starts to systematically remove all of his clothes, his pins rattling softly as he shucks off his jacket and his belt clinking as he tosses it away. His gun is placed lovingly on the nightstand on his side of the bed, and he removes the unpleasant casing on his left arm, familiar and easy. 

When he's bare – it's a shared preference when you cuddle him – he lifts the blankets and slips into bed beside you. You flipped to face him when he was getting undressed, so when he draws you into his arms, you latch onto him seamlessly; you move with him as he shifts onto his back, keeping you cradled against his chest as you straddle him. The moment you get settled, the two of you sigh in open bliss; your weight on top of him is practically euphoric after such a long absence, and the heat of your body practically sings in his wires. 

“I love you, sweetpea,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple, his body going limp as he breathes in your scent – the smell of warmth, of home, of love. 

You make a series of unintelligible noises that he thinks is supposed to be, “I love you too.”

He smiles, soft and foolishly lovestruck. He tracks the steady beat of your heart, his breathing following yours as you drift back into sleep, warm and content. 

It's good to be home. 

[sukunasweetheart]

Thinking of breakup angst with sukuna...

Thinking of the build up towards it, the way you have been fighting over the littlest things for months now

It leads you to think about how self centered he can be, how you always feel like you loved him more than he loved you and how crushing it felt to have that realisation fall upon you every time

He can be so career focused sometimes, with the long business trips, work parties, etc. always working vehemently to get higher, threatening to leave you behind

And one particular night, the argument gets so heated that you dont get a wink of sleep afterwards, only staring blankly at nothing as you try to calm the chaos in your head. Sukuna heads out without a word the next morning, and you make the final decision in your head, alone, by yourself.

By the time sukuna comes back home with the intent of reconciliation, he finds that youre packing the remainder of your belongings into a suitcase in the bedroom, ready to move out of his home.

"what the fuck is all this?" he asks, his tone coming out harsher than he means it to be.

"what do you think? i'm breaking up with you. i'm moving out," you can barely stop your voice from wavering. you've cried too much this week.

"oh, come on. you know you don't mean that," he reaches out to grab your arm, but you withdraw away from his hand so fiercely that it even surprises him.

"don't you talk to me like that," you speak firmly, "like i'm being dramatic. why won't you ever treat me seriously? i am leaving, sukuna."

you continue your work, neatly folding up some of your shirts. you're already almost finished. he looks around, and the house looks half empty.

oh. you really mean it. you're really trying to leave.

"no, you're not. you're not leaving. not after everything we've been through together," he tells you defensively, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from folding your last shirt, trying to get you to look at him again.

"like what? constantly yelling at each other until our throats are sore? i'm really sick of it. and i'm sure you are, too."

"don't put words in my mouth. i may have gotten sick of our fighting, but i've never gotten sick of you," sukuna hisses, refusing to let you continue packing your things. you feel yourself getting swayed by his words.

"well, i am. i've gotten sick of you," you say quietly through gritted teeth.

"oh yeah? say it to me properly then. look at me dead in the eyes," he demands, voice getting lower.

"you heard me. i don't need to say it again." you pull away from his grip and try to get this last shirt folded. he grabs you again, by the hand this time, and the piece of clothing unravels once more.

"no, i didn't hear shit. convince me that you really want to leave me - and i'll let you go."

in a fit of anger, you turn to face him completely, but your resolve crumbles away when you see his expression. not the one you'd assigned to him in your own mind, but his true features, under the bright bedroom lights.

he looks serious. he looks concerned. he's asking you to tell him it's not true. tell him that you want to stay.

"...let me go. i'm leaving..." you say, voice finally breaking. like a broken faucet, your eyes begin leaking tears relentlessly and your throat closes up in that painful way that you hate, but nothing compares to the pain in your heart at the thought of really breaking up with this man here and now.

he lets you go...

and calmly takes your things out of the suitcase to put them back. you didn't miss the relief in his eyes that showed up for that split second.

"bring it back! i hate you," you attempt to raise your voice, but really, it's only just your ego speaking.

"you can't even say that you hate me in the correct tone. we're not breaking up," he mutters, hanging up your coats and putting them into the closet.

having been defeated, your legs give way and you sit down on the side of the bed, sobbing.

through the blur of your tears, you watch as he meticulously goes through your suitcase, putting everything where they belong. and you sob harder. he knows too much. he arranges your creams, perfumes and accessories in the perfect order on the dresser. he spends a good fifteen minutes, putting all of your belongings back where they should be.

and by the time he gets back to you, he's like a different man. the mattress dips from his weight as he sits next to you, bringing a box of tissues with him to wipe your tears away.

"we can talk tomorrow since we're both tired today," sukuna tells you as he dabs your eyes with the tissue, "i'll take the day off." you just sit still without responding. now that he mentioned it, the fatigue seems to fall upon you suddenly, like a brick. he coaxes you under the sheets.

soon, you find yourself in bed, in his arms. it's been a while since the two of you had cuddled so intimately. you feel oddly shy, the same way you did all those years ago when you first started dating him. there's a special kind of warmth that sukuna's body emits - and you're surrounded by it under these blankets.

"i'll try to do better... so don't go anywhere," he speaks with a softer tone.

because, it's true, he can't imagine living a life without you.

those are the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep.

the next morning, he's still in bed with you, and you're pleased to see he kept his word about taking the day off. checking the mirror, you're horrified and embarrassed about your swollen eyes from all the crying last night.

sukuna takes a look at you and chuckles without ill intent. but in your flustered state, you slap his arm until he's saying "my bad, my bad" in between laughs.

there's still some awkward tension between you and him, but going through breakfast together seems to melt some of that away, until you're ready to bring up yesterday's event.

it goes better than you'd expected, and after the discussion, the only thing that's left is to wait and see whether things will change for the better or not. whether his promises are empty or not.

"i didn't realise that you were so lonely. 'm sorry," he apologises as he plays with your hand, "i may work a lot, but you're always on my mind, doll."

it's like a huge weight off your shoulders.

and he begins to be more like his playful self again, after the talk.

"i'll need you to tell me that you love me today. since you told me you hated me yesterday," sukuna says with a smirk, hugging you from behind.

"well, you need to earn it," you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

"alright. will you say it back if i say it first?"

"sure."

"i love you."

"..."

"now that's not fair, is it?" he tickles you without mercy.

you burst out in laughter, thrashing around uncontrollably, trying to push him away.

"okay, okay! i love you!" you tell him in between breaths.

seemingly satisfied, he lets you go and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. he'll never let you go.

the following day after work, sukuna comes home earlier than usual, and he doesn't wear a grumpy expression in front of you. he greets you with a hug and kiss. it's a small gesture, but it makes you happy.

and slowly, the relationship begins to rekindle itself.

[rightnowry]

Simon (Ghost) Riley Head cannons

Although I am a bit late it is currently 9:41pm on the 12th so it is still Mother's Day and I decided I would write some headcanons about how Simon would absolutely spoil his wife/Gf/Fiancé on her First mothers Day! (PS: This is my first time EVER writing smut so it most likely won't be amazing) (Also as always the Divider is by @cafekitsune) (Also! Fem reader Implied, This includes a reader with Female anatomy)

Like I said there will be smut so 16+ Warning! And yes I write 16+ because in my country that is the age of consent and I am only 17 so it would be hypocritical of me to say 18+

Dad!Simon Would wake up at 6am quietly sneaking out of your shared bedroom as he made his way into the kitchen starting to make a mothers Day Breakfast

Dad!Simon Would Dress his 7-month-old son up in a cute Tuxedo, Walking into the bedroom as you lay there half awake, He would be Holding the baby in one arm and a Breakfast Tray in the other, His muscles flexing.

Dad!Simon Would clean up your Breakfast demanding you to Relax and get ready for the day.

Dad!Simon Would Smirk as he watched you at the Spa Appointment "Your son" Booked you in for the day.

Dad!Simon would Make Dinner for the Night as you sat on the couch with your baby cuddled up in the new fluffy Pyjama set "Your son" Also brought you.

Dad!Simon Would Kiss your neck softly as you stood over your Sons crib watching him sleep peacefully.

Dad!Simon Would lay you down gently on your shared bed, Massaging your calves before slowly moving his hands upwards over the hem of your Pyjama set wrapping his fingers around them and gently pulling them down past the swell of your ass all the way down until he could toss them on the floor somewhere.

Dad!Simon would kneel on the floor with your his over the edge of the bed as he ate you out passionately, Smirking more and more as you became louder and louder with pleasure.

Dad!Simon would mutter into your ear gently as he had you pinned down on the bed stomach down, Your face resting on a pillow as he pounded you from behind grunting gently once in a while.

Dad!Simon would tell you how Sexy you were as he caressed your body while his hips were still pounding into you.

Dad!Simon would kiss your head gently as you would lay on top of his naked chest, covered in Scars and hair while you slept peacefully exhausted from your day.

Again as I said I have literally never written Smut before so I am aware it's a little bleak and not very detailed but hopefully it will improve as I write more! (Also to Any Mothers Reading this *Seriously doubt it lol* I hope you Had an Amazing day!) (Also Feedback is welcomed!)

[goth-mami-writer]

♡•Feel Sick•♡ (Pt.3)

~(Au) Leon Kennedy × f!reader fic

⚠️TW⚠️: plot contains themes of age gap romance (reader is 18yo), obsessive behaviors, mild instances of stalking, coercion, emotional manipulation, and graphic smut. (Please interact with discretion! ♡)

{Find parts one and two here!}

♡ @badasseddy ♡

《 The closer you became to Leon's small, below-deck bedroom, the more your virgin hands began to shake. Were you going to kiss him? Would you hurt too much to go through with it? There were questions falling over themselves but Leon held your back to guide you towards the small room.

You saw the full-size bed tucked close to the wall in the smaller, most cozy room only intended for sleeping. In this first moment, you weren't sure how to even begin and you turned to Leon with your eyes searching for some kind of cue. He softened seeing you wide-eyed with a vulnerable expression and he said softly,

“I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Let's sit down and talk for a second.”

You sat up in wait for him to ease down beside you and your heart began to idle away from thundering out of your ribcage. He seemed hesitant himself even when he asked firstly just to make sure he understood what you wanted,

“So- you're okay with doing this? I mean it. If there's something you're not okay with- we don't have to do it. This isn't about me.”

He was being so cautious of the way you felt and your trust in him to keep you safe. It made you twice as sure that Leon needed to be the one to do this as a small, little favor to ease your worries. You nodded and told him again that you were certain that you were fine in doing this with him. Although…you felt incredibly nervous. Even if he didn't want to be impressed, you still wanted him to enjoy it.

He nodded again but you continued to listen as he found another question,

“Now, what exactly have you ever done like this? Like I said- I won't tell your dad anything and you've got my word. You can tell me.”

The truth was, as much as it embarrassed you, making out with wandering hands was the furthest you had been with any boyfriend. You always cowered away if they tried to move further or found an excuse to take a rain check. It felt too nerve racking and the feeling of it being expected from you was something you never liked.

When you told him of your lack of real experience, you watched him smile and he said becoming a little closer as if his next words should be said discreetly between you,

“Yanno, when I was your age I wasn't very experienced with sex either?”

“Really?” You asked in sheer disbelief that in his younger years that girls weren't climbing through his window to screw around with him.

But he nodded and said further,

“I didn't have my first real girlfriend until I was seventeen, baby. I had no idea what I was doing. Take it from me…it's okay.”

You only smiled a little softer in the sense of finally feeling understood and he stood then to walk over to turn off the light. Your heart began to patter again with heavy thuds of excitement and he said when he came back to the bed quietly,

“Let's get you a little more comfortable and we'll see where to start okay?”

He reached over to tug at your hoodie and hurriedly you began to slide it away from your body, revealing your string bikini that remained below. You practically were in your bra this way and it made your face red to think about it. You reached for your waistline where your jean shorts were buttoned, waiting for his word and he nodded, telling you to go ahead and remove those as well.

Once down to nothing but your bikini, your nerves became rampant with jitters that shook your wrists. Leon smiled but told you to lay down to ease away your nervous shakes. You laid your head in the pillows of the mattress and watched as he began shifting his weight to hover across you.

He looked down, seeming to take in your body with wandering eyes and he said in a warm whisper that thrilled you,

“What you take off next is up to you. I want you to feel ready enough to do it on your own and when you feel like you need to. Okay, baby?”

You nodded and you watched as his mind began to turn again. He wet his mouth, making you think that maybe he would try to lean in and kiss you, an act enough that would make you scream but instead his mouth met the side of your neck. Your eyes closed instinctually and your mouth opened for a pant of air that felt hot in your throat.

Your chin tilted back and with a small dose of confidence, you asked him with your eyes half lidded as he lapped his lips under your jaw,

“Leon- will you kiss me?”

He leaned up with his mouth only inches from yours and your heart throttled at its loudest when you heard him reply in a gravelly tone,

“Only while we're doing this, okay?”

You didn't know exactly what he meant but it didn't matter when he finally placed his lips against yours. You felt the stubble of his five o'clock shadow and the roughness of his lips that still felt somehow soft as they pressed into yours. You felt that he was guiding you to kiss as his hand reached up to hold the back of your head and stroke against your cheek with unsaid praise.

His tongue grazed against yours and for the first time with a lifetime of humiliation, your hips bucked to taste him kissing you so careless and open. You were kissing Leon S. Kennedy, a name that you knew that some women only whispered and that was enough to hardwire your pulse.

“Easy, sweetie-” Leon cooed as he pulled away,

“I know you're excited. We're moving on.”

Your hips writhed to be touched and your face was reddened with bliss as he looked over your body again. Your inhibitions felt like they were nosediving after that and you were cloud minded with desire to have more of him. His kiss traveled down, planting on your neck but then to your collar bone, tugging and nipping with intent. He kissed down your sternum and with a touch more bravery from feeling the pleasure build, you slipped away your bikini top- letting him see your bare breasts for the first time.

He smiled in view of the sight in the dim dark and he muttered sexily with his lips dragging your skin still,

“Oh, baby, you're perfect.”

Your face reddened further as this was the most insane, daring move you'd made this far and Leon continued to kiss down. When you felt his hands traveling to meet your body, you felt that you knew where this was headed and you quivered to speak up when your legs naturally opened.

“Leon-..I'm..I might be…well you know? Because I'm..I'm turned on?” You stuttered, trying so desperately to find the right words.

He nodded but then said she he hovered above you with his first bit of an instructional tone peeking through his careful words,

“Babygirl, I know you're turned on. It's okay, sweetie, you can tell me you're wet. I want you as wet as I can get you before the important part, okay?”

You nodded and Leon kissed down your torso, letting his tongue softly flick your navel and he looked up before inching his fingertips at your panty line,

“Is this okay, beautiful? I just want to have a little look?”

You shook when you nodded your head and he felt your trembling knees when gently he pulled the bottom of your bikini aside. His jaw went agape just slightly to the sight of your pussy raw and slick with need and the heat from its core was enough to make him swallow.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He said with a half smile that felt cocky in the moonlight and you heard him finish with another small question,

“Are you okay if I touch it? I'll be slow but you tell me if something feels off, alright?”

You needed him to touch you and when he saw your consent, he moved his hand up to gently brush your swollen, pulsing clit with his thumb in a soft, experimental swipe. He licked his lips and said in a rumble from his throat when he felt his cock stiffen beneath his pants as he instructed you more,

“Listen to me, baby. Don't ever let a boy touch you like this until he's made you wet, okay? Promise me.”

His stare from below beamed up to you as he waited for your answer that squeaked as he massaged his thumb now in small yet delicious circles on your virgin sweet spot.

“I promise.” You answered and he raised his head only for a moment to kiss your mouth almost in confirmation.

Your clit was being stimulated under his careful fingertips and he bit his lip for the first time as it throbbed beneath them in pulses of need. Your virgin hips bucked at the first feeling of given pleasure and your mouth hung open to pant for the warm air around you.

After another stir of your hips, you reached down and began to slip away your bottoms. Leon gently pulled them down for you to remove them and he looked up as he eased your legs to fall open now, exposing you with your womanhood opened like a flower. Leon reached behind his collar, removing the t-shirt from his torso when he told you softly now that you were completely naked,

“I don't want you to feel self conscious. Although, you're a little smoke show who doesn't need to feel anything but beautiful.”

You blushed again hearing him compliment you so lowly in his gravel tone that was making you shake just as much as his touch and he returned his hands to you. He made sure your legs were spread widely with your knees meeting the mattress and he said with his eyes up,

“Relax for me, sweetie, okay? I'm gonna go a little further.”

Leon slowly placed his ring and middle finger into his mouth, wetting his skin before placing his hand back to your body. He slicked his wet finger tips to your clit, moving in soft circles that thrilled you. Your eyes closed from the pleasure and you felt as he began touching lower, now moving to your wet virgin slit still untouched even by your own fingers.

He adjusted his weight, sitting closer as he looked upwards telling you again to relax for him. Slowly and gentle, he carefully inserted his middle finger into your spread pussy that welcomed his penetration inside. Leon licked his lips and said praisingly when your body adjusted nearly in an instant,

“Good girl. Just keep relaxing.”

You nodded and put your hand over your mouth to keep your sounds and whimpers at a bare minimum. You'd never cried out in delight before now and the act felt so foreign when it fell from your lips. Your back arched when Leon brushed his fingers against your g-spot to begin his gentle stimulation and he smiled to see you enjoy it.

He warned you before placing his ring finger inside as well and you whimpered again, feeling only his fingers begin to stretch your womanhood slowly. Your lips quivered, and your voice caught again from another stifle of your hand, and you mentioned to Leon from above as the act of hindering your moans became overwhelming,

“Leon-...I'm trying not to..make too much noise. I don't- want to be… annoying.”

He looked up in quiet disbelief and he shook his head to tell you as his wrist still gently pumped his fingers inside you,

“Oh, sweetie. Don't try to stop moaning. Who told you it's annoying?”

“I just- I'm trying to think of what….boys like.”

“Oh, babygirl, boys may not like it. But men love to hear you feel good. You put your clothes back on and leave if one of these little boys tell you to stop moaning, do you hear me?”

You nodded, but then felt as Leon's other hand cupped the back of your neck to lower you into a reassuring kiss that promised again that you were safe to feel whatever you felt. Your lips parted again and he continued fingering into your body gently, using your more confident moans as his direction.

But you began to wonder what was next and you asked under your breath as he kept moving his fingers,

“Leon- do you have a condom?”

He grinned hearing how eager you were to continue and he promised you softly with a flirtatious chuckle,

“You let me worry about condoms-”

“Leon-” You whined with need and your hips stirred against his fingers when he hushed you sweetly in a purr,

“Don't get impatient, sweet girl. You're gonna get it when you need it, okay? You let me take care of you.”

He leaned up again to kiss your lips in that calming kiss that was making your legs spread wider. His mouth then grazed down your neck, nipping at your collar letting his warm tongue swathe against your exposed nipple that flared to the bliss of still being teasingly fingered.

“Leon-!” You cried out loudly to all the forms of pleasure being so sweetly given to you at once and Leon smiled widely becoming too turned on by the way you raspily called his name while your slick walls grasped around his knuckles.

“Yeah, that's my girl.”

Your heart was racing already but it drummed louder when you felt Leon pull his hand away to slowly stand up. He unbuckled his belt, pulling at the tongue to loosen it from around his waist when he began to slip down his waistband. Before he lowered any further, you saw him reach into the nightstand drawer of his cabin bed and reveal a square condom from the inside.

He looked to you with eyes softened from what you had to assume was arousal and slowly the waistband of his pants lowered. He tilted his head to gesture you close and instinctively, assuming that this was the right step, you lowered to your knees in front of him. When his eyes widened in surprise he asked you from above,

“Do you think that's a good idea for the first time?”

“I-” You stammered just trying to think of things you knew other girls were doing during sex and Leon grabbed your chin in his rough palm sweetly with a firmness that melted your heart when it corrected you kindly,

“You get up here. I told you this isn't about me.”

He'd never let you put him first. Especially not the night he was taking your virginity. 》

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Part 4 coming soon! ♡

[tomssexdoll]

Can you do like a 2014-2017 Tom? Anyway so you and him got into a fight in the morning and you ignored him for the whole day. At night you and him were laying in bed and he was trying to apologize. But you get annoyed and just say like "fine now leave me alone." And he does... until... he pulls your close and puts his hands in between your thighs and starts to finger you... Then when you come he hugs you and you both cuddle each other to sleep 😻🤭

This is also my first time asking to do a story so sorry if it's weird...

YES OFC DW

Broken promise

PAIRINGS: Tom 2016 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N were supposed to have a cute little breakfast date but instead he goes and does his own thing, when Y/N confronts him he just shuts her down, she decides that she won't put up with his shit and ignores him for the entire day, then when in bed he tries to apolgise, in ways she wouldn't expect...

A/N: eeee

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, fingering, yelling & arguing

The morning started as peaceful, we woke up and kissed each other like we usually did, cuddling for half an hour before we got up, then things turned to shit.

I planned for us to make breakfast together, I even bought all the ingredients we'd need, but he just sat there on the couch watching TV. I thought nothing of it at first, just that he may of been waiting for me to prepare the ingredients, but when I called him over he just ignored me.

"Tom!" I called out, "what?" he grunted, frustrated that I took his attention of his sports game. "Cmon, we're making breakfast together," I smiled, showing him the cute measuring spoons I bought just for this occasion. "Nah, we can do it another day, this game is important," he mumbled, turning his attention back to the TV.

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest, "but Tom, you promised.." I called out, "shoosh Y/N! This game is important!" he grunted, closing the kitchen door. I was just stood there, shocked at what he'd done.

What the fuck was his problem, he'd never done this, ever. I walked out of the kitchen and grabbed the remote, switching the TV off, "hey! What the-" I cut him off, "no! what the fuck is wrong with you? You promised me you'd do this and what, you throw is all alway because of a fucking sports game?" I raised my voice.

"Oh, stop acting like it's so important! We can do it another day!" he grunted, trying to reach for the remote again, "no! you've never done this before, you always stick by your word, you can't even acknowledge my feelings?" I looked at him in disbelief, how could he do this?

"You're so sensitive!" he yelled, "it's not that big of a deal for fuck sakes!" "what the fuck Tom? Why are you acting like this, what have I done to deserve this?" I felt my emotions rising, ready to spill over the edge.

He knew I got emotional very easily, any mean word would send me into hysterical crying. He sighed, "I just wanted to relax and watch the game, what's the harm in that?" moving closer to me and caressing my cheek.

I pushed him away from me, "don't fucking touch me, you digust me," I wiped away a stray tear, storming off and sobbing. "Fuck.." he muttered, sitting back down on the couch and holding his head in his hands.

"Fucking asshole," I mumbled as I slammed the door to our bedroom, going into the bathroom and running a bath, desperatly in need to cool down. I grabbed my phone, headphones and some candles from the room and locked the bathroom door, not wanting to be disturbed.

I added my rose scented bubble bath soap, slipping off my clothes and relaxing in the warm water. "Ahh.." I exhaled, grabbing my headphones and connecting them to my phone, I put on an e-book and closed my eyes, enjoying the peaceful environment I was in.

I kept at this for an hour, switching books every 20 minutes, the warm water soothing my stressed out body. When I finished the last book I slowly got out, unplugging the tub and watching as the water drained, a little tornado forming as the water reduced.

I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body, walking over to the mirror and grabbing my skincare, applying it all, wanting to take care of myself since Tom obviously couldn't give a shit. I dried off and put my clothes back on, walking out of the bedroom to see Toms tall figure standing there, eyes sad and guilty.

I just ignored him, walking past him and into the backyard, grabbing my gardening tools and blasting my music, pruning and water my lovely plants.

I could his eyes burning at the back of my head but I payed no mind to it, if he wanted to treat me like shit and not even apologise, then he's going to get silence, he doesn't deserve my forgiveness. He shouldn't of treated me like that in the first place.

Later on when it was time for bed, I kept my act up, not even acknowledging his precense, even when he stepped into the shower with me I pretended like he wasn't there, when he grabbed my waist I just walked away.

As I finished my bedtime routine I slipped into bed, covering myself with the thick, warm blankets. "Baby.." Tom whined, getting into bed with me and trying to bring me closer to him, but of course, I pushed him off.

"Why can't you just let me apologise, please baby..I'm sorry.." he sighed, I just continued to ignore him, not ready to speak up just yet, my feelings still hurt. "I'm so sorry schatz, you know how much I love you, I was just acting like an idiot, i'm sorry," he kissed my shoulder, rubbing my back gently.

I huffed, still not satisfied. "Baby just face me at least, I can't stand it when you give me silent treatment, I need to hear your beautiful voice, yell at me if you want," he begged, the urgency in his voice very apparent now. But I was still stubborn, I wanted so badly to forgive him I really did, but I was hurt, choosing a sports game over quality time with your girlfriend?

"Please baby..I'm sorry..", I finally decided to put him out of his misery, I couldn't keep this act up any longer, we both knew that I couldn't sleep without us being on good terms. "Fine..now leave me alone.." I grumbled, "okay baby.." he whispered, kissing my neck softly.

But then, he wrapped his around me, pulling me closer to him. I thought nothing of it at first, it was just him trying to cuddle me to sleep, like we always did, but I started to feel his hands drifting down, going in between my thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin.

"Tom.." I gasped, arching my back into him, "let me take care of you, hm?" he kissed my neck while sliding his hand into my panties, "just relax honey.." he whispered, pushing 2 of his fingers in my wet pussy, "mm..." I moaned softly, my cunt throbbing on his fingers.

He picked up his pace, slamming his fingers in and out of my needy hole, wet noises coming from my pussy as he continued to finger me. "Soo good.." he groaned, sucking on my neck as his fingers fucked me rapidly.

"Fuck.." I pushed my ass into him harder, throwing my head back to give him better access. He left little hickeys, kissing and biting softly on my neck as his fingers fucked me so well.

He continued to pleasure me so well, his fingers going deeper with every stroke as he fucked me with them. His thumb came up to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

"You like that don't you? You like the way I fuck you with my fingers.." he smirked, pumping his fingers in and out roughly, curling against my g spot. "Mmm!" I cried out, feeling his rock hard cock press into my back.

"Cum on my fingers baby, cmon," he egged me on, pounding his digits into me, my orgasm building up. He groaned as he felt me tighten around his fingers, "you gonna cum for me princess? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut, hm?" I nodded quickly, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me, spilling my juices all over his fingers.

"Good girl..such a good girl for me.." he smirked, removing his fingers slowly and licking all the cum off, "come here baby.." he whispered, flipping me over to face him and wrapping his arms around me tightly, bringing me into a warm hug.

"You forgive me now?" he chuckled lightly, kissing the top of my head, "yeah alright, but we better make breakfast tomorrow, make it up to me," I glared at him playfully, he nodded and kissed the tip of my nose, "of course, lets get some sleep now.." he rubbed my back soothingly, both of us drifting off to sleep.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @tomsonlyslut @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @miyukafujii @ge-billsgf

[interstellarspacecadett]

DIVORCING

WARNING!

Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

Sex and strong language

Controlling male protagonist

English is not my first language. I'm so sorry if there are some grammar mistakes.

I finally did it, I filed for divorce. My husband, Bruce Wayne and I have been on different paths for quite a long time.

It wasn't an easy decision since we adopted Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Our sons meant the world to us, or at least to me. He wasn't around the majority of the time, I took care of my sons, and he was nowhere to be found. Always so busy, always so distracted and thinking about something else. We lacked intimacy. When he was around, he was cold and full of rage. No one could talk to Bruce if Bruce himself didn't talk to that person first.

I had enough, I had to step out of our marriage, I wanted to start again, but not with Bruce. It was the right decision, I needed attention, I needed love, not someone who made me doubt myself, someone who was a ghost, someone who didn't care at all about anything. I used to spend a lot of time after our kids, and I stopped taking care of myself. It showed, I always had a tired face, lacked energy, and I was distracted worrying about my husband. I gave too much to someone who didn't deserve even half of it.

My new apartment was in uptown Gotham, and it was spacious with many modern features. I felt alone the majority of the time, but it had to be this way, I needed to be alone for some time.

After I filed for divorce, I didn't expect Bruce's reaction. He called me, it was the first time in moths that we had a good conversation.

"Honey, come back home" He said with a low tone of voice.

I started to cry, I started to tremble reviving my experience in that place I stopped calling home.

"You know what you put me though. You do. You stopped loving me, I was alone taking care of the kids. The only help I had was Alfred. You don't even know that I used to cry myself to sleep because of you. " Tears started to roll down my face. It was painful and atrocious suffering like that for someone with always an excuse.

"The kids miss you, Alfred and the dogs too. I miss you"

Same warm tone, sweet words to lure me back in that snare of marriage.

"Why weren't you there for me? All this time, I suffered. Bruce, I deserve to be happy. "

I couldn't stop my tears, I was crying so desperately.

"You do. With me, the kids and Alfred."

"Not with you. Not anymore."

"Baby. We're not gonna have a divorce, think about Damian. Uh?. How is he gonna take it? Living in two different homes, his parents divorced... We can not make him go through all of this."

Same tone. Same warm voice. All calculated.

"He talks to me about you all the time. And he asks me when you're gonna come back to us. He calls his mommy at night. He looks out for you. He sleeps a lot in our bedroom, and he says it still has your scent. Think about Jason, you're the only woman he ever accepted in his life. He's angry now. He says it's time for us to get back together. Tim, he never comes out of his room, and when he does, it's because he hopes you're back. And how could we forget about Dick. He's devoured with anger towards me. Honey, you do understand that all I do is to protect you and the boys, to make you all be alright when one day I won't be here anymore? One day, I might not be back home. But I want you and the boys to never worry about anything. You're all I have and care about."

Bruce sounded so sincere, and it was the thing that made me melt. The kids. I missed them, I did more than anything.

But he would be back to his old ways, disappearing, not making love to me, not being there for the kids.

"Bruce, I gotta go, now."

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow at the same time." He sounded like he was ending a business meeting, I've heard that cold tone before.

"I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea." I said, looking out of the window, hoping to see him in his costume watching over me. He later confessed to me that he always watched me from the dark.

"I wasn't asking. Sleep tight, beautyful."

"Good night, Bruce."

He called me the following day at the same time.

We talked about the kids. He then planned to move out of the manor to a more tranquil place with the kids. I smiled for the first time in a while. He made me think it was still possible to be together again.

After our call, he wished me good night and promised to call the following day. My lawyer advised me to stop interacting with Bruce, to stop all the calling, and sweet nothings on the phone. All of that needed to stop before going to court.

He called me at the same time, but I never answered following my lawyer's advice. Other two months passed, and nothing had changed. I visited the kids when Bruce wasn't home. He was right they weren't happy about all the divorce thing, especially Damian, who I saw crying for the first time.

A week passed, and after talking to my lawyer, I headed back to my apartment. It was cold and lonely as always.

I had one voice message to listen to. Bruce never sent me one before. He preferred calling me and talking on the phone.

But, he surprised me.

"Honey, we should talk in person. We can find an arrangement, no lawyers, just you and me. Wayne Manor, Saturday, December the 21st, 8 o'clock. Goodnight, sweetheart. Looking forward to our meeting. "

The first thing I did was to call my lawyer and fix an appointment for the following morning so we could discuss the new matter.

"He sounds sincere." My lawyer said after I made him listen to the message Bruce sent me.

"He does. When he wants to." I remarked.

"You should go. If we proceed with this divorce, be ready for the media, your kids under more unwanted attention, and not to talk about the shitstorm. I'll give you the papers with the reasons why you filed for divorce and all the other stuff. "

At 5 o'clock that Saturday, I started to prepare myself, emotionally and physically. Bruce was unpredictable.

I dressed formal, white shirt, long black skirt and high heels. He sent me a driver, his old ways. The driver and I stayed in silence for all the time we took to get to Wayne Manor.

Before knocking at the immense door, I took a deep breath.

The doors opened just in time for me to see Bruce getting down the stairs.

He was so elegant, formal, and handsome he didn't look nothing like the last time we saw each other. He was taking care of himself. He seemed warm and not cold as an ice cube.

He greeted me with a warm hug without saying anything. There was nothing to say.

I was about to get used to that warm ambrace, but he pulled away and guided me to the conference room.

He pulled the seat for me, and he seated next to me at the table top.

"Come closer, honey. I gotta see these papers of yours."

He pulled my chair closer to him to the point where I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"You look so beautiful, baby, and you smell so good. You know this is my favourite perfume? So sweet." He smiled.

My heart started to beat faster, and all that praising made my legs crush one against the other unintentionally.

"You always have been the most beautiful woman in the room. The smartest. The funniest. The most breathtaking. " He kept praising me. He smiled mischievously, knowing what those compliments did to me.

Fuck, I wanted more.

It had been such a long time of abstinence that I was starving with kisses and sex.

He didn't touch me, yet, but he knew it was all it needed to break me.

"So pretty. This high bun siuts you perfectly. It lets glow the skin on your neck."

He finally did it. He touched me with his big, warm calloused hand. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep it all together. He massaged one of my shoulders and my neck admiring every expression of mine. I put my hand on his without even knowing, and I started to carress it.

"Bruce, please." I begged him to let go of me. To free me from his control, it was so sweet and painful at the same time. He placed one kiss on my hand and one on my neck. I was about to lose it.

"The papers." I remembered him, trying to free myself from his touch.

He stopped every movement, he composed himself, and asked me to read for him.

I came down from my high and started to read the summary.

"Getting to this point of my relationship with my husband, Bruce Wayne, was never my intention. [...]But it was forced to me since during these last months I have been neglected, starved with affection.[...] This behaviour doesn't apply only on me, but on my kids as well. [...]I can no longer live and be in a relationship that doesn't represent the words love, family, and unity for the previously mentioned reasons[...]"

As I was reading, he kept his eyes on me, and I swear I felt completely naked burning under his sight. He pressed a kiss on my cheek and formed a trail of soft kisses to the corner of my mouth.

He kissed my lips and stopped me before arriving to read to half of the second sheet. I waited for so long. His lips were soft and hungry for mine. We kissed slowly, taking our time, making out like two teenagers in love. He was so gentle embracing me like the most precious of jewels. A moan escaped my mouth, making him kiss me deeply and vulgarly. I loved every second of it. He had never tasted that sweet, so perfect. As we pulled away, he murmured to me:

"You know that we're not getting this divorce, right?" Just to then start kissing me again.

We ended up standing up, kissing and hugging each other like nothing ever changed.

He then proceeded to kiss my neck, devouring it up. His hands trailed down to my ass, caressing it and squeezing it tight in his hands. I moaned, letting myself go to the pleasure.

"Bruce"

"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" His voice echoed in my head. All I could think about was just him and the pleasure he was intoxicating me with.

"So good." I moaned.

I forgot about everything.

"That lawyer of yours, I don't like him. He looks at you like a beast in heat. "

He went behind my back, putting his clothed erection against my butt, to let me know what I did to him. He was so big, so hard, and so ready for me. I got wetter and hornier just at the thought of it.

He kept licking and biting my neck, letting me get higher and higher.

He unbuttoned my shirt, freeing my breast just to then undo my bra and let it fall to the ground on top of my shirt.

He pinched my nipples while thrusting his erection against my ass.

"You're my wife. My property, all mine. Mine and only mine." He kept going on teasing me, provoking me and making me melt under his touch.

"Yours." I was out of my mind. The power he had on me was getting stronger second by second, minute by minute.

"There is no divorcing. I don't wanna ear none of that. Did I make myself clear,baby?" I melted more.

"Yes. Oh, Bruce."

In one move, he freed me from my skirt, letting it fall down to the ground with the rest of my clothes.

He soon had one hand on my brest and one between my legs caressing my clit, making me feel good.

"This fucking cunt. So fucking wet for me, uh? Gonna make you feel so good, baby, so fucking good" With that promise, my hopes went high as my mind.

"Moan for me like that. Making my dick so fucking hard, uh?"

"I'm gonna fuck you really good. I'm gonna make you cum on this useless papers. So fucking mine." He continued teasing me.

He put one finger in me, and it was enough to make me moan louder and cum. I had no chance of winning against him.

He then made me sit on the big mahogany table. He spread my legs, exposing my wet, pulsing cunt. He took a good look at it, then at me. He buried his face between my legs, kissing, licking, and eating me out. I was lost in pleasure. Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned body.

He was like a god.

He started to play and enjoy himself by butting two fingers in me and licking my clit like a starved man.

"So good. Oh my god, just like that." I moaned, enjoying myself.

He moved his free hand to my breast, caressing one at the time, to later intertwine his hand with mine.

"My baby. Looking so good like this, legs wide open on my expensive table. Uh?" I came with those words, and as he predicted, I soaked all the papers.

I tried to catch my breath, but he didn't give me time. His mouth was already on mine.

We kissed again and again.

"I'm so in love with you." He said lowly on my ear.

I smiled. It all seemed like a dream, a happy one. A utopia.

"I mean it." He said, looking at me in the eyes.

It was true. All of it. Bruce never lied.

"Now I know." I said before kissing him.

"Now let's get to the real deal. I still haven't cum. And I know a good place where I can stick it in"

"I don't know where." I said provoking him while leaning back on the table. My back met the cold surface.

I lifted my legs to Bruce's torso.

He removed my heels, kissing my feet.

He was so dirty and perverted. And I loved it.

He was looking at me straight in the eyes. Those blue obs darkened as he submissed me even more.

"You taste so fucking sweet." He said, liking the base of one of my feet.

I got wetter, hornier, and hungrier for more. I needed more.

He slowly put his zip down, freeing his cock with his pants still on and buckled.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the table by my tights. Not long after, he was inside of me, slowly exploring me like it was the first time. I was so full of his flesh. It was so big and hard that I could feel every vein on his surface. He then opened my legs, getting closer to me, just to whisper to me the dirtiest words. I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Bruce, fuck me harder."

He did as I commanded without further discussion, he thruster deeper in me, touching all my weakest spots. He made me cum uncontrollably, fucking me to the gates of heaven.

"Like this? Uh?"

"Just like that." I moaned, hugging him harder.

"This cunt is so fucking good. So fucking tight. Gonna make me cum, baby."

He moaned against my skin.

"Fuuuck. Oh my love!" I was out of my mind, I had pleasure all in my veins, I couldn't control anymore what came out of my mouth.

"Yeah. Feels good uh?" He kissed me not waiting for an answer.

He went faster, harder on me, I couldn't get enough, I was on cloud nine. Bruce hugged me like our lives depended on that. I came on and on, and my body was exhausted. Bruce kept going on fucking me senseless, moaning, letting himself go. His body was warm against my skin, his touch so sweet .

"I love you, my beautiful wife. I love you so much." He looked at me straight to my face and smiled, finally a warm smile and not a calculated one.

"Y-you say that now that you're fucking m-me." I spit venom.

His movements started to get harder and more precise, trying to find my weakest spot.

"I. LOVE. YOU." He repeated harshly.

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

He smirked just to then increase his pace.

One hour later, we finally came to a stop. He rested his head between my brest. I had no energy, I was really exhausted so I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, it was already the next day.

Sun rays hit my face, I didn't want to wake up. The bad was so warm and soft. It wasn't the bed I got used to in my cold apartment. It was Wayne Manor's.

I lifted my hand trying to find Bruce, hoping that all the things we said the previous night would have become true, and finally, we could all get back to be a big family.

He wasn't there. My heart sinked. I pulled myself up, and I was completely naked. I headed to Bruce's walk-in closet, hoping to find something that could suit me, just to then leave. I found all my clothes in there, including the ones I wore the night before.

I dressed up, opting for a cream coloured sweatshirt, tight blue jeans, and a pair of white trainers.

I collected my phone and my bag and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going?" His voice echoed in my head, and his firm tone stopped my movements.

I turned around, and he looked like he had just come out of the shower. He wore a towel, and little water drops were running from his head down to his weist. With his hands, he held a plate with breakfast on it and a fresh red rose.

He placed the plate on a dresser, and he moved slowly closer to me.

"Alfred is not here, I had to arrange something myself. I know you like strawberries."

He caressed one of my cheeks, kissed my forehead, and hugged me. I hugged him back with my heart pounding in my chest.

"You just had to stay in bed and wait for me a little longer. I wanted to surprise you with a delicious meal and good morning sex."

I smiled and hugged him tighter, finally understanding his intentions.

"You smell so good." I said, sniffing his chest.

"We can shower together after breakfast and good sex." We kissed and ended up in bed again, skipping breakfast and going straight to devouring each other.

We had breakfast after two rounds, and then we showered.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said, caressing my hair while hot water was running down on our bodies.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." I responded, smiling. He smiled back at me, and we kissed again.

That day we went to the beach, it was warm despite being winter. He looked so handsome, happy, and relaxed. It was at that moment that I finally saw the man I fell in love with. He looked young, well-kept, and glorious under the sunlight.

"What, honey?" He asked me.

"You're so handsome." I said, looking away since I was getting shy.

"Come here. Let me kiss you one more time. "

"You gotta catch me first." I smiled, seeing the confused face he made.

I ran, and he chased after me. My intention was never to get too far away from him, I couldn't anyway even in my dreams. He eventually caught me and threw me over his shoulder. He spanked one of my butt cheeks, making me laugh.

Not too long after, he put me down and caught my cheeks between the palms of his hands. We kissed once more.

There were sparks materialising around us. It was all so perfect.

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

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prologue / IOU << pt. 11 -- wedding >> epilogue

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Your hands are flittering around, messing with your hair for the fifth time in the past three minutes, and you sigh. It just won't look nice, you decide. Then, there's a knock on your door, and you frantically grab everything you need and stuff it into your purse. You open the door to see Remus in a suit. He looks beautiful, and you watch him blush as you tell him. 

"Well, I think you look positively lovely today." He says, now watching as you get flustered.

"What are you? A proper lad?" You deflect.

"Your hair looks nice."

"Really? I've been fussing with it this whole morning," You huff, "I feel like whenever I need it to behave, it never does."

"It looks beautiful."

"Thank you," You gleam.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Harry is the ring bearer. He doesn't understand what's happening as he walks down the aisle playing with the ring, but he's happy when everybody claps for him—giggling and hiding his face in his hands.

Marlene and Dorcas say their vows, and you feel like crying. 

"They're so in love," You whisper to Remus, who looks at you and smiles. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You get a little tipsy at the reception, laughing so much that you snort at Remus's bad jokes.

Amongst your laughing, he becomes quiet, staring at you with adoration.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

His hands are holding onto your waist, and your feet are stumbling and tripping all over his.

"You're bad at this," Remus mumbles.

"I'm drunk," You mumble back.

"I'm positive you'd be just as bad sober."

You laugh for the umpteenth time that night.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You can't quite recall what Remus has said as you stumble into the lift, but you giggle like it's the funniest thing you've ever heard.

"Y'know," You mumble, hiding your face in his arm, "I don't think I'd mind getting stuck with you in this lift again."

His face flushes a bright red, "Yeah?"

"I like you lots, Remus."

"I like you lots, too." He whispers.

You wobble as you walk to your door, and your dreams come true when Remus steadies you—holding you around your waist—pulling you closer to him.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"Remus!" You whine, looking at him with those sad eyes—bottom lip jutted out.

"Yes, m'love?" He murmurs.

"Can't take my shoes off," You look down at your strappy heels, then back to him, "Will you do it?"

He gets down on one knee, and your mind flashes through hundreds of different scenarios, all ending with you in his arms.

You shake your head, hoping that will rid the thoughts. He just looks up at you and smiles—it doesn't help.

"C'mon, love," He whispers, guiding you to the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" You slur.

"Bathroom, to take your makeup off."

"You're so sweet," You give him a dopey smile with tired eyes.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

You hum.

Favorite girl. The words ring in your ears over and over until Remus calls your name.

"Hm?"

He lets out a breathy laugh, "I asked where your makeup remover is."

You instruct him on how to remove your makeup, eyes flickering down to his lips every now and then—his are doing the same.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"What clothes do you wear to bed?" He asks in the bedroom.

"Bed clothes, duh." You smile, all giddy and lovely, and Remus can't take it.

"Yeah? And which clothes would that be?"

"Y'know," You put your arms around his neck, mimicking the dancing from earlier in the night, "The ones I sleep in," You bite your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile. It doesn't work.

He holds your waist, "M'love," His forehead touches yours, "You need to tell me which clothes you wear to bed."

You ignore his pleading, "You have nice lips," You mumble.

"Yeah? So do you."

You hide your face in his shoulder—cheeks getting warmer by the second.

"C'mon, pretty girl," He whispers, "Look at me."

You shake your head, ruffling your hair in the process.

"Why not, baby?"

Your whole body goes hot, "Why should I?"

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is soft and low and needy.

You look at him, "Please."

"You're so pretty," He mumbles so closely that you can feel his breath on your lips.

"You're prettier," You whisper back.

"Not possible." And then his lips are on yours, and it's dizzying and electrifying; it's everything you've ever wanted.

You feel him smile, and you smile back—teeth hitting teeth, and you laugh, pulling away from him. 

"I like you so much, Remus." You whisper.

"I like you so much, too." He whispers back, "Now, which clothes are your bed clothes?"

You laugh, "I'll get them."

"Don't fall on your way there."

"Ha! I won't," But you almost trip on the pile of clothes in front of your dresser, and you can hear Remus let out a breathy laugh from the doorway.

"Shut up!"

"I literally said nothing."

"You laughed at me," You whine, making your way to the bathroom to change.

"I did no such thing," He denies.

"Sure." You emphasize the 'u' as you stumble around, trying to put your bottoms on.

"Be careful in there!" He calls with a smile on his face.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"Stay?" You ask Remus as he leaves.

He laughs a little, "Love, the couch is too small for me." 

"You can," You slightly shrug, "Stay in my bed with me. If you want."

"I don't have any clothes to wear," He frowns.

"Just sleep like this." You answer like the solution is right in front of him.

"Baby, I'm wearing slacks."

"Then take them off," You shrug, "Easy peasy."

"I'd just be in my boxers. Plus, I have this shirt on."

"It seems like you're looking for plenty of reasons to leave. You don't have to stay." The remark comes off as soft and wounded rather than snarky, like you intended. 

"No, I can stay, pretty girl."

"You keep calling me that," You whisper, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that, my lovely girl."

He's drunk on the smile you give him, and he can't help but kiss you again.

As he strips, you can't help but watch how the silver cast of the moon reflects on his scars. They gleam, and you find it twisted that he has them—that the moon causes them but makes them so beautiful.

He stands up, now only in his boxers, "Take a picture. It'll last longer." 

Your face gets warm, "Sorry."

"I was only joking. No need to feel bad, m'love."

"You're just so pretty."

"Did I ever tell you flattery works on me?" He smiles, leaning down to kiss you once again.

"No, but I just had a feeling," You smile like a little kid on Christmas day. All giddy and full of excitement.

You roll onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Remus watches in amusement; he's never seen you so joyful.

After you're done rolling over to your side of your bed, you're tangled up in your blanket—neither of you are quite sure how it happened. Helping you unravel yourself, Remus tucks you in before laying on the other side of the bed.

You snuggle into his chest, "G'night, Remus." You mutter.

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams," He whispers back.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

When you wake up, you and Remus are entangled in one another. Your legs are sandwiched together. His hand has slid up your arm—his other is going numb as it lies under your weight. One of your hands is wrapped around his torso, and your second one has found the nape of his head—fingers interlaced in his hair.

"Remus," You whisper against his neck, "Remus, wake up."

His response is a soft snore; you can't help but think this is domestic bliss. You and your lover waking up on a lazy Sunday morning, and you would kiss up his neck, lips finding his jaw. 

"Remus," You try a little louder this time.

"Mmm," He mumbles, "Y/n?"

His eyes slowly open, sandman dust clinging to his lovely lashes.

"'Tis me," You whisper.

"We should get up."

"I don't want to," You whine.

"C'mon, love. Let's get up." He begins to detangle himself from you, and you immediately miss his warmth.

"Why?"

Remus leans down and kisses the pout right off your lips, "'Cos," He mutters, "It's time for breakfast."

"Breakfast?" You gleam.

"Mhm," He smiles.

"Where?"

"That diner you like."

You gasp, "Tina's diner?"

"That one." He smiles.

You walk to the lift, hand in hand with Remus.

He kisses you once you enter, and you can't help but smile.

"Remus?"

"Y/n?"

You get shy, looking at the ground, "Will you... be my boyfriend?" You shrug a little like the question's a casual one. And in some ways, it is. His heart has been yours since the start, and he's no longer scared to admit it.

"Yes. I will."

You and Remus decide not to tell anybody right now. Marlene and Dorcas have just been hitched, after all. It wouldn't be right to take away their spotlight.

You walk into the diner with him, and it's not suspicious for the two of you to be arriving together—you live in the same building. So the group has grown accustomed to you walking in with Remus, smiles on both of your faces as you reminisce about something stupid one of you has said on the way over.

But this time, there's something different. Everyone can sense the shift in the atmosphere. You're a little too close to Remus, and you're glowing. There's no stupid laughter to accompany a stupid joke that Remus never ends up telling.

Marlene smiles, leaning back in her chair, "How's the happy couple?"

You stop dead in your tracks, "Hm?"

"My lovely wife asked how the happy couple was," Dorcas speaks up.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that?" Remus asks with a quirked brow as he helps you into your seat.

"You two are dating!" Sirius yells—he couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"Dating!" James sings, "You two are dating!"

Lily can't help but participate in the childish fun as she sings, "Remus and y/n sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Remus is stark red, but you're laughing, and you look so carefree that Remus can't help but laugh.

"We're dating!" You confirm.

"We're dating." You repeat, softer.

WE'RE DATING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEBDFIHSBFAJBNEFK

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Price comforting reader

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Comforting series: Soap comforting reader König comforting reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: John Price x reader

Summary: You wake up from the nightmare, understanding, this is yet another night, when you won't be able to fall asleep again.

TW: reader has a PTSD, mentions of civilian surviving the aftermath of hostilities

AN: to my friend D. I miss you.

Third night in a row. This was becoming too much. You awoke with a heartbeat throbbing in your throat, echoing somewhere in between the temples. Only your hands clutching on a pillow are keeping your body from trembling of horror. 

White stars, sharp shards of white light descended on the city in a wide arc. You expected that the rumble of a volley was about to reach you. But there was silence all around. A deafening, painful silence. 

For others this could be a nice dream: watching the fireworks from your bedroom window. But not for you, because that window, that bedroom, that house and that part of the city were no more there.

Although it was so long ago, that you've got used to your new view out of the bedroom window, these nightmares of your previous life still haunted you. It didn't happen every single night - sometimes you even had full months without bad dreams. But they always came back sooner or later. 

This time it was particularly bad. You did everything, the doctors prescripted you to do: sport, walks before bedtime, chamomile tea with mint, medication. You even managed to start having that smartphone-free hour before bed.

Ok, to be absolutely honest: John managed to get you to put your phone down a couple of hours before bed. And all the week that he stayed with you, you repeated the same ritual. In the evening, he sat on the sofa next to you and held out his open palm.

“You know the drill, love: doomscrolling ends in a minute. One way or another. You can make it easy for yourself if you cooperate.” For the last three evenings, you didn't cooperate. But Price had his ways to make you forget, you even had a smartphone in your hand just 10 minutes earlier.

So you both did everything possible to get you relaxed and tired by the end of the day. Sadly, it didn't help.

You've slept at most 10 hours in total over the past 3 days. But what made you outrageous: John barely slept too, as he was up the very next second after you whimpered in your sleep. You still didn’t understand what happened, you didn’t wake up from a nightmare fully, and his hands were already wrapped around you.

“Sh-h-h, love, you're safe, you are safe, it's just a dream. Come on, breathe for me. Yes, just like that. Very good. Nice and deep inhale, now hold it for a few seconds and an exhale. I'm right here, you are safe with me. This won't happen ever again, I'll make sure of that.”

You tried to calm down and go back to sleep. Every time, you tried so hard, but it just didn't work. You ended up too hot, worn out with an aching head, incredibly tired and crushed by guilt as you notice dark circles under John's eyes.

So when you wake up on the third night and see John still sleeping, you sneak out of the bed and sneak into the only place that seems safe to you after such a dream. You stop in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway and slide down the wall. Then you shrink, curl up and wrap your arms around your knees.

You don't even have enough strength to cry. Your head is killing you, and visions from the nightmare still haunt you. 

Why the hell was everything dead silent in your dream? Just like here now, at this late hour.

The bed creaked a little, and you heard John's footsteps. He found you instantly and already knew what to do. He turned on the table lamp in the next room to illuminate the surrounding space a little, but not to hit the light in your eyes. Hastily returned and sank to the floor next to you.

“Which one this time?” He asks. “The white one.”

He froze for a moment. He wished his military background would never come in handy in his domestic life. At least not in this way.

“I was standing before the window like a complete idiot. I should have run, sought for a place to hide, reach the shelter… And just stood there.” You mumble, dropping your head between your arms. 

John engulfs you, cradles your limp, exhausted body and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“I`m sorry, you must have seen it for a thousand times on your… work. It must be insignificant to you John, please go back and rest. I don't want you to hate me for depriving you of sleep because of such a trifle.”

“Under no circumstance will I ever feel anything like hate, when it comes to you.” His voice is a tad husky after waking up in the middle of the night. “Those animals doing this to you, tearing your home apart, are the ones, for whom I have hate. A lot of it.”

He pulls you closer to keep you warm. “And your health, your wellbeing, is the most important thing out there. Believe me, whatever filth I've seen on a battlefield - it pales in comparison to the mere thought that you are suffering.”

He doesn't rush you off the floor, he gives you time to recover by massaging your wrists and talking softly. John knows that his deep voice has a calming effect on you.

He periodically leans closer to whisper how much he loves you and how much he appreciates every minute spent next to you. Even such a minute when you are both exhausted and sitting on the hard, cold floor.

He rejects all your offers for him to go to sleep alone.

“Go sleep knowing, that you are here in such a state? Not going to happen.”

He takes you to the couch, brings you water, and watches the first lights of the dawn with you. You tuck your face in the crook of his neck and let your worries gradually dissolve.

Maybe this is not the last bout of insomnia in your life. But from now on, you are sure, you'll always John by your side.

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If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 8

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!Reader/oc x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Santi wallows and Candy is hurt.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

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Santi flinched when he heard another plate crash against the wall, thrown by mamí’s hand and hurdled towards his sister. They were screaming at each other again, and it was bad this time. Elaina had been caught by a neighbor boy's mom, naked in bed with that neighbor boy and brought her to mamí for punishment. Santi had woken from his sleep to the knock, and when he opened his eyes to see Elaina’s bed was empty, he knew it was her. It was always her. Why couldn’t she listen? Why couldn’t she just behave? She caused mamí so much stress when she already worked so hard. Look where they were, the three of them living in a small 2 bedroom apartment, the two siblings were still sharing a room at 14 and 10. She needed to do better for mamí.

“Libertina!” Mamí shouts, slapping Elaina across the face. “How dare you disrespect me! How dare you embarrass your brother!”

Santi didn’t feel embarrassed. Should he feel embarrassed? Mamí said it was embarrassing. Yeah, yeah he felt embarrassed. Humiliated even.

“Mamí! Just listen! I’m trying to talk to you!” Elaina is crying, crumpled clothes had noticeable tearing at the collar. 

“Callate!! No quiero escuchar a una puta fea!” Mamí reaches for her shoe. Santiago closes his eyes, clenching his little hands up into fists, squeezing them every time he hears the smack.

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When it was all said and done, Elaina was sobbing in her bed, and Santiago was pulled onto his mother's lap. He had the distinct feeling he was too old for this, but he didn’t protest. Mamí didn’t like when he said he was too old for something, or grew out of anything. He outgrew a pair of jeans last week and she cried about how soon he’d find another woman and leave her. She said he was hers. Her little man. Her esposito. Her Santito.

Mamí held him close, arms wrapped around his body as they watched TV, up past his bedtime, telling him how good he was, how he could never leave her.

“Don’t you ever leave, Santito, bueno? No woman will ever love you like I do. They’ll only hurt my baby. They won’t cook for you, women anymore don’t take care of their men. They don’t clean either. I’ll take care of you, always, just never leave me for another woman. As long as you are my good esposito, I’ll take care of my Santito.”

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Santi would leave, eventually, but not for another woman. He left to join the military to pay for his mom's bills when she wasn’t making ends meet as she got sicker. Elaina took care of her, despite everything she put Elaina through. Elaina became someone Santi admired deeply, seeing her for who she was. She wasn’t the problem child. She wasn’t a menace. She was a normal kid. It was Santi that was strange. The guys in the force razzed him over his relationship with his mom, telling him his wife wrote him when a letter from his mom came. They also made fun of him for going to mass weekly or more, for praying even in the field, for not fucking the local women they encountered, but being called gay wasn’t anything new to him. He was called that in high school, along with a myriad of racial slurs.

Frankie never made fun of him, neither did Will. Ben did, but it was just friendly, nothing mean. Nothing like Tom. Will was religious, raised baptist and respected Santi’s ongoing commitment. Ben was a bit of a mama’s boy too, just not as bad as Santi. Frankie didn’t have a relationship with his family, so he thought it was sweet.

Santi thought it was normal. It was normal to constantly worry what your mom thought, whether or not you acted on it.

When Santi finally left his mom's grasp after she fell asleep on the couch, he felt a tightness in his chest. There was a sense that something was deeply wrong for laying there with his mom, a feeling that he was too old, that he didn’t want to do that anymore… but then a deep guilt for leaving her for the comfort of his own bed. He never knew what the right choice was, constantly second guessing every move he made when he went to war with his own wants and his mom's. Cracking the door to the room he shared with Elaina in their small apartment, he heard her crying. At first, he considered going back to the couch where mamí lay… but in addition to being mamí’s esposito he knew he needed to be there for Elaina too.

When he lay in his bed, Elaina eventually spoke. “She didn’t even ask what happened.” She sobbed. “I didn’t want to… I didn’t, but he- he- he, and his friends…” She broke down in heavy heaves once again, crying as the welts mamí gave her began to show in the moonlight and Santi began to realize what had happened to her. When she began to calm down, Elaina turned to him, her face set in anger he didn’t think was directed at him but he could never tell.

“Don’t you ever do that to a woman, do you hear me? If I ever catch you acting like that, I swear to god Santi, I swear to god…”

She never did finish that sentence, and Santi didn’t sleep that night, but he promised. He would never disrespect a woman, never. He would be a better man than their dad, than the men who did that to his sister. He’d make mamí and Elaina proud, he’d follow the word of God. He’d be good for his mamí. He’d make her proud. He’d be her good Santito.

*

“Good boy, Santito”

Cold ran down his back, through his torso and into his heart where it pumped the icy anxiety into every vein. He felt sick. Santi thought of his mom, thought of what she must think of him right now, what Jesus must think of him… in bed with a woman who isn’t his wife, kissing a man, feeling his erection in his pants as their bodies pressed into each other… and Elaina, what would she think of soliciting a prostitute?

He needed to go. He had to go. He had to get out of this room and maybe throw up and maybe switch jobs and go to confession and punish himself… he caused Candy to sin, he caused Javi to sin, if they go to hell it’s his fault, he’s going to hell, he’s going to burn in hell now and-

Santi realized he was already walking down the street, not remembering how he got there. He paid her right? Did he? Great now he was a sexual sinner and a thief. What was wrong with him? So many things… so many things…

Tucking himself into an ally, he doesn’t make it far before he starts throwing up, the little food he’s been able to get down coming back up. This is why his pants were falling off. He was a fucking disaster. He was a failure to everyone around him, he couldn’t even catch Lorea. There was no stopping the tears that came as he laid down on the disgusting floor. There was a needle by his leg and Santi was pretty sure someone had defecated nearby but he wasn’t in control of his own body anymore. The guilt was crippling, the sadness exhausting… He wanted to call Javi, Javi would make it better… but there was no better, was there?

It wasn’t going to be better.

Santi laid there until the sun set.

Javi opens his front door on the fourth knock, not bothering to check who is there before he flings it open, a scowl plastered to his features. 

His expression quickly softens when he sees you. Sees the redness to your eyes. 

“Cand-”

“Can I come in?” You cut him off quickly, you don’t want to see that sympathetic look, you don’t want to see worry in his eyes. This isn’t about that. 

You swallow down your emotions, force them down. Don’t think about Santi, don’t think about Santi, don’t think about Santi. 

You push past him before he can even answer, ducking under his arm that is holding open the door. 

“I… yeah?” He turns, shutting it and following you as you walk into the room. “What-”

Enough questions. You don’t need questions. 

You kiss him forcefully, slipping your tongue past his lips and lightly walking him backwards. 

Taken by surprise, he goes with the kiss, groaning softly. Your lips only break apart as you push him back onto his sofa. 

He tries again to speak. Tries to break through the shield you’ve put up. 

You don’t let him, dropping quickly to your knees between his legs and palming him through his joggers. 

He bites back a moan, eyes closing for a second as his body reacts on autopilot. His cock twitches under the warmth of your hand.

You don’t let him compose himself, pulling his soft dick from his clothes and quickly lean forward and take him into your mouth. 

He hardens quickly, growing as you swallow and bob until he nudges at the back of your throat. You groan, swirling your tongue as you deep throat him, taking him deeper. 

Javi’s moans grow in volume, mutters of praise slipping past his lips as the sounds rumble in his chest.

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him.

 “I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily.

“Good boy, Santito.”

You choke, spluttering for a second as you breathe at the wrong time. 

“Baby,” Javi pulls you off him, salvia drinks down your chin as he takes your face in your hands. Worry in his eyes. 

That fucking look again.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I was just wondering if you… wanted some company tonight…” You say softly. “Free of charge?”

You hold his gaze as he looks over your face. You know that expression too. The one of a detective. You just wanted a distraction, and he could give it.

But after a moment he nods and doesn’t press further. 

You pull off your clothes quickly and climb into his lap when Javi has barely taken off his t-shirt. You waste little time, taking him again in your hand and pumping twice between you line yourself up with him and sink down. 

He groans, screwing his eyes up tight. 

You shiver. He’s big, and even though you’re used to him your body still reacts a little in surprise, clenching and hampering your intentions. 

You frown, wriggling, trying to take more and more even and fight the resistance. 

When Javi’s eyes meet yours you want to scream. To cry. 

You don’t want those soft eyes. You don’t need them.

Oh god, how much you need them. 

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t push. Simply rubs his thumb against your clit while his other hand holds your hip and stops you from trying to sink further down. 

It takes less than a minute for a spark of pleasure to run along your skin, for your hips to rock and for you to throw your head back in a soft moan. 

He gently pushes you down onto him, filling you and stretching you wide before he moves and flips you onto your back on the sofa with him above you. 

He thrusts slow and deep until you're digging your nails into his back and sobbing his name as he sucks bruises into your neck in time with the rapid rock and grind of his hips. 

“Javi…” You tense, gasping as your pleasure crests suddenly, overpowering and relentless. Robbing you of thought for one blissful moment. 

“That’s it, bebé, that’s it…” He whispers into your ear, slowing his thrusts but not stopping completely, letting you breathe and recover for a minute before he starts to build up again. “I’ve got you.” 

When you’ve settled, naked on his chest, Javi holds you close. He has a way of sensing when you need him, of when you need the extra touch and he’s there to give it.

A gentle kiss to the tip of your ear. “Do you wanna talk about it, Candy?” His voice was soft, letting you know you don’t have to answer. But you did, because it was Javi, your Javi, and you needed him.

“Santi’s mad at me.” You sniffle, clinging to him as the tears come for the hundredth time. “I- I don’t know what I did, but he just left- he left right after we… he wouldn’t even look at me, and he won’t talk me and it’s stupid, Javi I know it’s stupid because he’s a client, he’s just a client but, but-”

“Candy.” Long fingers tangle in your hair. “I know hes not just a client. It’s okay. You’re human. It’s normal for you- for us- to feel things… and I know how it feels to… feel… for him…”

You pause at that, then finally pull yourself off his sticky skin to look down at him. Your hair falls around, closing off the two of you to the world. “You… do?”

The look Javi gave you made your heart clench tight, something you’ve never seen in him. Worry. 

He gives a small nod. “He’s um… not talking to me either. I… kissed him… on friday. And he ran away so… I don’t think this is about you.”

You regard him curiously. You weren’t stupid, you were aware that those two were making goo goo eyes at each other for months, so this wasn’t a huge shock, and you and Javi were both on the same page of who gave a shit if someone was gay. You’d fucked plenty of girls during threesomes and group sex, and Javi…. Well, live and let live sort of man. But you didn’t expect the kiss at all.

Rolling over, you flop onto the bed beside him.

“You know how he is… guilt over everything… just a ball of anxiety. I wish… I wish I could take it away from him. I do. I wish I didn’t feel the way I did, but I do. It’s all gotten so… complicated.”

Javi’s hand takes yours, giving you a squeeze. “Yeah. it has.”

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

thanks so much for waiting!!!!! it's been 5 ever, but not for lack of trying on my part. its been one thing after aother and then all of a sudden its been like 6 months????

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[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍.𝐖.

nancy wheeler x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a trip to murray's cabing changes everything between you and nancy. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6226

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, fingering, soft dom!nancy, oral, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise kink, use of petnames, dirty talk (let me know if i missed anything!) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we need more nancy wheeler x reader content on tumbrl!!! no beta read because who needs that anyway? (i definitely do but...you know?) also the ending is kind of rushed because i had to leave lmao

he raises his brow in surprise as you friendly decline the offer of sleeping in one bed with nancy.

"oh" you say. "oh no- we aren't- we aren't that- i mean...we're friends"

he huffs, leaning forward in his armchair, his elbows resting on his knees.

"now this is interesting..." he glares from you over to nancy, then back at you.

"you're telling me there isn't some secret thing going on between the two of you?"

you watch nancy from the corner of your eye, the question seemingly catching her by surprise.

before either of you can give an answer, he leans back again.

"well Y/N Y/L/N you are quite easy to read...always present, yet somehow you never fit in. some might say it is because you're insecure or...whatever girls your age might be. but I don't think that's the whole truth, or is it?"

you open your mouth, then close it again like a fish on land.

"you, Y/N, are different from all the others and you know it. you know you won’t fit it. you know you won't ever like a boy the way your girlfriends might, don't you? and this is why you keep a distance from everyone else in this world because, god forbid, what if someone finds out?"

you can hear nancy inhale sharply right next to you, but you are too focused on his words to care.

"you, however,” he turns to face nancy. "you are harder to read…" he nods slowly.

"but i think....i think I figured you out too...nancy wheeler you aren't that different from our lovely Y/N here, you know? well, you have been with boys, haven't you? but here is my theory-"

he inhales.

"you have been running your entire life. when things get messy, nancy wheeler is the first to run. but it's not just with others, you do it to yourself too. you run away from your own feelings, desperately trying to push them away. as if they'd vanish into nothingness as long as you just keep running"

you shoot a glare at nancy.

her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring in the dim light of the room.

"you seek the comfort of some boy, am i right? thinking that the salvation of his arms will eventually drown out all of the other things that your heart is longing for. i just know there is one, i just need a name...what's his name, come on. what's his name?!"

"steve" you say. the name alone is enough to make your blood boil. "his name is steve"

"steve! you seek steve's comfort, love and maybe even validation because it might make it all go away. but nancy wheeler, it won't. and you see this is the difference between the two of you. Y/N is keeping her distance because she knows what she's feeling and she's scared other people will know it too but you...my god you just run away from it until your whole body is sore"

your heart is beating a mile a minute, thundering within your chest.

could he be right? he certainly was when it came to his assumptions about you.

"so..." he spreads his arms. "how was i?"

nancy jumps up from the couch fast -too fast.

"whatever you think you know" she nearly snaps, close to losing her temper.

"it's wrong. i will gladly take the couch. y/n can have the bed. now if you would just...leave us?"

you swallow the spark of hope that you've felt about the thought of nancy, secretly being just like you, and get up.

"where is the bedroom?" you ask, trying to ease the tension.

-

"nancy and girls" you sigh, as you sit down on the bed. "as if!"

you scoff, trying to push the thought away for another time, and lay down in the bed that is supposed to be yours for the night. 

you very much know you'd be lying if you said the thought of it wasn't thrilling. you know you've liked nancy for a long time now -longer than you'd care to admit. 

though you've always thought she was straight, well, until this very moment. 

your desperate attempt of trying to escape the thoughts turns out to be unsuccessful as you find yourself tossing and turning relentlessly.

eventually, you sit up again. 

you feel the urge to explain it all to nancy. to at least clear out whatever has gotten into her. 

and even though you have no idea how to start, you move towards the door. 

when you open it, the darkness of the night immediately spilling into your room, you are surprised to see another silhouette making its way through the living room -one you would recognize out of a million others. 

'nancy?' you whisper, your fingers searching for the light switch. 

once it's found, light floods the room, allowing you to see more of her than just a shadow. 

her hair is put up messily and she's wearing her pajamas already. her arms are hugging her own body tight as if that would make the uncomfortable autumn cold go away. 

'hey..' 

'hi,' she replies, awkwardly stepping closer to you. 

'look, y/n, about what he said earlier...i don't even know where to start but...'

'he's totally drunk' you interrupt, your face growing hot. 'that's all!' 

she looks up, and something within her eyes, her big blue doe eyes, is different. you just can't place it yet.

regardless of that, she nods, a brief smile flashing over her face. 

'yeah right? i mean he is so drunk...'

you quickly nod, fighting back the urge to bite your lower lip, as you always do when telling a lie. 

he might have been drunk, but that isn't what this is about. it isn't the reason why he said all of those things.

'he totally was...' the silence that follows is nearly unbearable.

'i am...i am gonna go to bed now' you finally speak, your words cutting through the night like a knife. 

'oh- yes sure' 

'good night, nance' 

you turn on your heel, not really waiting for an answer, to go back to bed. 

'what the fuck y/n' you whisper to yourself once you have reached the safety of being behind closed doors.

you shake your head slightly before laying down again. 

frustrated you turn off the light on your nightstand, a gesture that is supposed to be final. 

just a couple of seconds later you switch it back on. 

how is one to even think of sleep like this? and why did this guy, murray, have to bring this stuff up? 

your head is spinning, filled with questions that need to be answered.

for the second time, you throw the thick blanket aside to sit up. 

you feel so stupid, but the uncertainty is even worse. there is a bit of worry, too, because something, though you aren't entirely sure what it is, is clearly wrong with nancy. 

the cold floor beneath your feet makes you shiver as you walk through the room.

once you’ve made your way to the door, your hand reaches for the doorknobs.

as you try to walk out of it, you notice that the lights are still turned on.

yet before you have the chance to focus on that, you crash into nancy, who is standing just a couple of inches away from your door. 

her sudden presence takes you by surprise, yet the fact that she is standing as close to you as she currently is, causes your mind to go completely blank.

your eyes meet hers and the glance that is exchanged tells you more than a thousand words.

her pupils are blown wide, leaving little of the blue in her eyes. there is something else in her gaze, something you have never seen in her before. 

almost a hunger for something and...

oh. 

oh. 

before you can question what exactly is going on, you feel nancy's lips on your own. 

plump and pink, they're pressed against your skin and you can't help but return the kiss.

and as unsure and delicate as it might be, it rouses all the feelings you've tried to oppress. 

the stolen moments of loving nancy in silence threaten to spill out all at once, all of that just because of a simple kiss.

you wonder what else nancy could do if this results from nothing but her lips on yours.

unfortunately, the sensation goes just as fast as it has come.

nancy takes a step back and stares up at you apologetically.

she's pounding and shocked by her own actions and all you can do is stare right back at her, surprised by the unsaid confession she has made. 

she brings her hand up to her chest in what seems like an attempt to stop her heart from racing.

she stumbles backward too, as if in fear.

it is painful to watch her like this. as if you’d judge her -or even worse hate her- for kissing you.

too painful, you quickly decide. 

so you go after her, follow her, and within two big steps, your chest bumps into hers. 

carefully, you place a hand on her cheek, taking in the heat that's radiating from her skin. 

'nance' you choke out. 

then your lips are pressed against hers again and everything falls into place. you move quicker than your brain can comprehend but none of it matters. 

her hands are in your hair and on your waist and her lips, god, her lips are the only thing you can focus on. 

every inch of your skin is on fire at the feeling and the more your lips move together, the more confident you grow. 

eventually, her tongue slips past your lips and the last bits of ice are broken into nothingness. 

she nearly throws her body towards you, catching you by surprise as you manage some shaky steps back until hitting the door behind you.

nancy's lips never leave yours as she cups your face with both of her hands, the kiss growing more and more intense with every second that goes by. 

you can feel the pad of nancy's thumb, gently caressing your cheek. you can feel the same breath the two of you are sharing, coming hot and heavy from her lips.

at the first small noise that erupts from the back of her throat, you nearly cry out, as you've been dying to hear such sweet noises coming from nancy's lips. 

she must have noticed, as a steady flow of light moans and gasps escapes her lips. 

eventually, you have to break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you stare at her. 

you are mesmerized, her lips puffy from the kisses you have shared. 

'nance...' you whine, hating yourself for how desperate you sound.

'god nancy...'

she takes the hint, pushing you into the room and closing the door on your way in. 

she takes advantage of your foggy state of mind and guides the two of you through the room, until the back of your knees hit the bed. 

you gladly allow her to push you down onto the mattress but she eagerly follows, crawling over your body until her face lingers above yours. 

her lips are slightly parted and shine in the dim light of the room. her chest rises and falls as her breaths come in short puffs.

you’re thankful that she has decided to take control over the situation. it’s pleasant but not surprising: nancy has always liked to be in control of things.

you reach out and brush the hair out of her face -a gesture to calm down both her and your own nerves. 

your heart is beating a mile a minute and your mind is struggling to keep up with everything that is happening. 

"what do you want nancy?" you whisper and bite your lower lip. she looks gorgeous, towering over you with a determined look on her face. 

"i want you. all of you" she licks her lips. "if that's okay?" 

"more than okay" you reply, nodding eagerly. 

she leans back. "sit up" 

you do as you're told, all of your limbs listening to nancy's command.

you sit up slowly, leaning against the headboard for support as you watch nancy straddle your lap. 

you can immediately feel the heat coming from underneath her thin shorts. you mutter curses under your breath at the new feeling.

she takes your head in her hands, her thumbs massaging your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this okay? i don't want you to feel pressured or-"

"nance" you cut her off sharply. "i do want this"

you emphasize your point by placing your hands on top of hers. 

"i want this so bad" your voice turns into a whine that you can't find the strength to feel embarrassed about. but if anything, it spurs nancy on. 

she kisses you again, passionately and with purpose. 

you fight back the urge to roam her entire body with your hands and choose to place them on her waist, giving her an encouraging squeeze. 

the moment you part your lips, nancy's tongue slips past them again.

you moan into her mouth at the feeling. 

you doubt that you would ever get tired of kissing nancy but she isn't done with you yet. 

she yanks your head back and attacks your neck with kisses. 

you can feel her sucking on your skin, right below your jaw, and that feeling alone is enough to let you see stars. 

"oh god" you mutter. 

nancy looks up at you to make sure what she's doing is alright.

"take off my clothes" you murmur, lost in the blue of her hungry eyes. 

"gladly" she replies, already fumbling with the hem of your shirt. 

you lift your arms, giving her easier access as she strips off the item and throws is across the room. you are not wearing a bra and, with the clothing gone, you find yourself topless underneath nancy wheeler.

she takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes looking at you in awe. 

"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, all while unbuttoning her own shirt as well.

she's a tease, pushing each button through its hole slowly while never breaking eye contact. 

"god nance" you groan with anticipation that makes her giggle. 

the shirt falls loosely around her slender shoulders and she pushes it off of her body in a smooth motion. 

it pools around her hips and you are face to face with nancy’s tits. she is, without a doubt, gorgeous and it takes everything within you not to put your hands all over her. 

"you are stunning, nancy" you tell her, your fingertips ghosting over her back, moving downwards. 

goosebumps start to rise beneath them and she shivers. 

"touch me" nancy mumbles. her eyelids flutter close when your touch becomes firm on her back. 

you allow your hands to wander for a bit before moving them to her chest. 

you inhale sharply as your palms cup her breasts. 

nancy lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction. 

"like what you see?" 

you nod, your mouth falling slightly open while you run your thumbs over her nipples. 

nancy sucks in a breath, her back arching further into your touch. 

"f-fuck" she mumbles and you smile.

if this is a dream, you find yourself thinking, please let me stay here forever. fortunately, it is not a dream. nancy is there, on top of you, impatiently straddling your lap. 

without giving it any further consideration, you lean forward and put your mouth on her. 

nancy shudders beneath your lips. her hands are immediately curling up in your hair in an attempt to pull you closer. 

you place gentle kisses on her skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple, sucking carefully. 

you’ve never done this before but nancy’s reaction confirms that she seems to like what you’re doing to her:

her head falls back and you watch her through thick lashes. she is completely blissed out, experiencing this much pleasure from nothing but your lips.

“oh” she breathes shakily.

your fingers dance over her ribcage, slowly moving further down, all while your lips never leave her chest.

but just when you reach the elastic of her shorts, she grabs your wrists and stops you. 

you immediately release her nipple with a wet pop and lean back. 

nancy's pupils are blown, giving her a dark look. it sends another heatwave straight to your center and you nearly moan at the sight of it. 

"wait" she whispers. 

"are you okay?" 

she nods slowly. "don't worry, i just-" 

blush creeps up her cheeks and you grin sheepishly. "it's okay" you reassure. "whatever you want" 

"need you like this" she slurs. 

you raise your brows at her. "like what?" 

but she's already shifting her body, leaving her straddling just one of your thighs. 

you can feel her hot center against your exposed skin, her heat soaking through the thin layer of fabric. 

"i want to ride you" she admits in one shaky breath. "is that okay?" 

god, you know you want nothing more than for nancy wheeler to make a mess on your thigh. 

"yes please" you place your hands on her hips. "you can do whatever you want to me nance" 

the confession slips past your lips before you can comprehend your words. but nancy doesn't seem to mind: it even turns her on further. 

"yeah?" she mumbles against your lips and, to test the waters, rolls her hips against you for the first time.  her center creates a delicious kind of friction that runs through your entire body. 

your fingers tighten around her hips which she takes as a sign to move faster. 

"fuck" nancy groans “you’re so good for letting me ride you like this” she presses her lips against yours. 

the kiss is uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth while nancy never stops rutting against you. 

she reaches out to grab the headboard behind you for support, caging you in between her arms. you wouldn’t mind dying like this, suffocated by the magic that is nancy wheeler.

the friction between your bodies gets more fiery as the seconds pass by and you can’t stop your hips from bucking upward im sync with nancy’s slow rolling.

you stare up at her. her eyes are shut tightly and her head has fallen back. her lips are parted and a steady stream of quiet moans is coming out of them. she looks like a mess.

a beautiful fucking mess, all because of you.

"yeah" you encourage her and her eyes fly open to look at you. "just like that nance" 

feeling especially bold, you ground her against yourself, once, twice. 

her eyes roll back and the loudest moan so far leaves her mouth. 

god, more of that, please. 

as she gets off on your thigh, an idea occurs to you: her tits are bouncing right in front of your eyes, her nipples still glistening from your previous actions.

you kiss the valley between her breasts before working on her left breast. you flick your tongue over the hardened nipple harshly and nancy moans again. 

"fuck y/n- feels so good! you’re doing such a good job” her voice sounds breathless and high pitched but there is something firm about it. like she’s still the one in charge.

nancy’s praise goes straight to your center.

your hands cup her other breast and give it a squeeze. 

"god" she keens. "god, fuck- please don't stop"

you would not dare to stop. not when you can feel her cunt throbbing against you through her pants. not when she's holding onto that creaking headboard for dear life. not when this whole sight is making you wetter than you've ever been all your life.

so, naturally, you just keep going. after a couple of minutes, the only noise that is filling the room is the one coming from between nancy's legs. the delicious sounds of her arousal, being dragged over your thigh by the force of her hips. her eyes have fallen shut again but she's closing them tightly now. squeezing them together with a concentrated look written over her face.

you can tell, right then and there, that she is close. her breath is becoming shorter with every exhale and her movements are faster than they have been before. 

"'m close" she mutters through gritted teeth. "y/n please, so close-" the headboard gives another concerning creak.

the sensation and heat of the moment are becoming too much and not nearly enough.

nancy reaches for the back of your head with one of her hands and yanks you back, away from her sensitive breasts. your gaze instantly meets hers.

“kiss me” she groans.

you follow her order immediately, pressing your lips to hers. you drink every noise that comes from nancy’s throat, take in every moan and whine that she can’t oppress.

you can feel her on your leg and you don’t even have to look at it to know that she’s incredibly wet. your teeth graze her lower lip at the same time you flex your muscle against her at and that is all it takes.

"gonna cum, gonna cum" she cries out. 

her movements stutter and you take the opportunity to move her against you by the hips. 

nancy throws her head back, her curls framing her face perfectly. her mouth has fallen open and her eyes have rolled back. 

her body goes completely rigid as her orgasm washes over her. 

"fuck" she cries out loudly, not stopping her movements just yet. you let go of her, allowing her to ride you mercilessly but at her own pace.

the room felt cold before, but that seems to be long gone. you can feel a thin layer of sweat of your forehead and hot puffs of nancy’s breath on your skin.

nancy, who is still cumming on top of you. her orgasm ripples through her in waves and she’s grinding down desperately.

“y/n” she manages. “look at me”

your eyes meet hers. her mouth hangs open, her chest heaving rapidly. you can’t help but take pride in that. you are the one who made her look like this.

she slows down, her clit too sensitive for any further stimulation.

once she has ridden out her orgasm, her limbs begin shaking against you. 

"hey nance" you spread your arms and she immediately understands. with her body slack, she drops against you, but you gladly let her. 

you wrap your arms around her and she places her head on your chest. 

her hand finds yours and she reaches for it in an instant. you smile at the feeling of her fingers linked with yours. 

there is no place in this world you would rather be right now.

"thank you" she murmurs hazily.

you press your lips to her temple. 

"do you need something? water? a blanket?" 

she shakes her head. "just you. for now." 

you nod because you know she's right. nancy wheeler is all you ever needed in life.

after a while, nancy untangles herself from your sweet embrace. you raise your brows at her but she just smiles, takes you by the shoulders, and pushes you down into the pillow. 

"woah nance" you laugh. "we don't have to-" 

she cuts you off. "i want to. if that's okay?" 

you don't need to be asked twice. of course you want nancy, considering the wetness that's still pooling between your legs, you actually need her. desperately. 

"it's more than okay" you lean up to meet her lips halfway. 

you moan against her lips as she parts them for you. she takes her time kissing you, exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands pin you down. 

making out with nancy is pure bliss but, by the way your hips buck up involuntarily, you know you need more than that.

nancy hums against your wet and plump lips. "what do you need?" 

"please" it's barely a whisper. "touch me" 

her hand moves down your body, all the way down to the hemline of your pants. 

your whole body shivers at the contact and your hips buck into her hands.  

"shhh" she whispers. "don't worry. I'll take care of you”

you nod and she strokes your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss your earlobe. 

the sensation of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

her lips are right next to your ear as she whispers: "take your pants off”

you moan and nancy chuckles. "so needy for me?"

you can't help but nod enthusiastically. 

"you sound so pretty when you moan" she continues. "i wanna hear more" 

you flick the buttons of your pants and pull them down your legs before kicking them off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your panties. 

nancy's hand returns to your lower half and she lets her trimmed nails slightly scratch down your belly. she watches you with careful eyes, taking in each one of your reactions. 

then, finally, she reaches your panties. 

"are you sure this is okay?" 

"yes" you breathe. "yes, yes. just please touch me already" 

she grins and her fingers finally crawl below the waistband of your underwear. 

your eyes flutter when you feel her hand cupping your core. her palm is warm against you.  her lips part and she gasps when she moves a single, delicate finger down to your entrance. 

"you're so wet for me" she mumbles, her voice sounding genuinely surprised.

she collects some of your wetness on her digit and brings it up to your clit, drawing small circles around it. 

"fuck" your legs violently shake underneath her body and you nearly choke on a moan. "fuck nancy" 

"does it feel good?" she asks with a smirk plastered over her face. 

of course it feels good. how couldn’t it?

"y-yeah" you mutter. 

"good" she whispers and removes her fingers. 

"nancy-" you whine at the loss.

but the brunette leans back and brings up her hand in front of your face. 

her fingers are glistering in the dim light of the room. you can see a string of your own arousal between her middle and ring finger as she experimentally spreads them apart. 

"you made such a mess" she bites her lip. "such a pretty fucking mess. and i didn’t even touch you yet…”

her dirty talking does things to you that you have never experienced before. if she talks for long enough, you fear you might actually come undone. 

 "can you clean it up for me?" she questions, her clean hand moving under your chin to lift your gaze. 

nancy stares down at you expecting an answer and you feel like putty in her hands. 

"y-yeah" you rasp. 

"good girl" she murmurs and you clench around absolutely nothing. 

"fucking hell, nancy" 

"too much?" she asks, sudden worry written all over her face. 

you shake your head immediately. "god no. it's perfect. you're perfect" 

she smiles, then brings up her fingers and moves them along your lower lip. 

“open up” she murmurs.

you don’t need to be told twice.

you’ve never tasted yourself before, the thought has never even occurred to you before. but now, with your wetness coating nancy’s beautiful fingers, there is nothing holding you back.

you can feel your own wetness coating them, but you can't bring up the willpower to be disgusted by it. not in the slightest. you want this more than ever. 

your lips part and nancy inhales sharply as you take her fingers into your mouth. 

you taste salty, with an edge of sweetness and something that is entirely your own. it makes you moan around her.

the brunette watches you through half lidded eyes. she can tell you’re enjoying this by the way your eyes roll back as she explores your mouth.

your legs tremble when nancy pushes them further into your mouth.

"god" she groans as she watches you. "fuck, y/n, you look so pretty like this" 

you swirl your tongue around her fingers, sucking off the last bits of your arousal. but it doesn’t end here.

nancy crooks her finger inside of your mouth, hooks them right behind your front bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open slightly.

all you can really focus on is the way she’s pressing down on your tongue.

you hum around a mouthful of wetness, licking her digits clean. to give her an extra show, you move your head as you lick over them. 

nancy strokes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you and smiles. 

eventually, she removes her fingers from your mouth. 

"i need to taste you" she mumbles absentminded as she stars at her wet hand. "are you okay with that?" 

the thought of nancy's head between your thighs is dizzying. you never had someone going down on you before but, secretly, you always wondered what it would feel like to get fucked mindlessly by someone else's tongue. 

just that until this moment, no one ever offered to actually do it. 

"please do" you whisper. 

that's all nancy needs. she pushes you down and starts kissing your torso. 

she's taking her time to give your breasts equal treatment to what you have given her before: sucking your soft skin into her mouth and leaving a generous amount of marks before swirling her tongue around your nipples.

when her lips begin to move lower, you instinctively open your legs for her, bending them at the knees. 

you lean your head back in anticipation and look up at the ceiling above. 

so this is actually happening.

your cheeks flush when nancy hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your panties. the thought of her actually seeing all of you makes you nervous.

but when she tilts her head you give her a firm nod. 

she pulls them down slowly, giving you time to stop her in case you'd change your mind. 

and then they're gone. 

you are in bed, completely naked and with nancy wheeler towering above you.

you can't help but feel the slightest bit exposed and close your legs. 

but nancy places her palms on top of your knees. 

"don't" she whispers. "don't hide from me. you're gorgeous" 

you allow her to push your legs apart again, her eyes grazing downward as she does so. 

you don’t miss the way she licks her lips when her stare reaches your pussy.

"keep your legs open for me, okay?" 

you nod and she moves to lay in between them, her face just inches away from your pussy. 

"god" she groans. "fuck y/n, you’re so fucking wet for me" 

your eyes roll back in your head as her breath hits your exposed clit. 

nancy notices and raises her brows, surprised at how badly you seem to need her. 

"please" you mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. 

and who is nancy to deny a pretty girl like you? 

her head dips in between your thighs and just a second later you feel her tongue on you. a shuddered breath escapes your lips as she licks through you, collecting your wetness on her tongue. 

the feeling is different from anything you’ve ever known. it’s so much better. her velvet tongue moves through you as if she knows exactly what to do and where to touch you.

nancy herself lets out an obscene moan at the very first taste of you. 

“you taste so good” her dark tone is almost unrecognizable.

she then licks upward, moving the arousal she has gathered up to your clit. 

she kitten licks over your bundle of nerves, her palms pressing against the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you open for her.

you grip the sheets beneath you. the feeling of nancy's tongue on you is enough to make you cum right then and there and for a second you're afraid that might actually happen. 

"nancy" you moan. her name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over again. “nancy, fuck-“

her tongue circles your clit, right before her lips wrap around it. your hips jerk into her face over and over and not even nancy's hands on your waist can steady you. 

“oh my god” you gasp.

the sheets beneath you are no longer enough. your hands reach for nancy’s curls and you pull her closer to you. she hisses at the sharp tug you give her hair but the noise turns into a pleased hum when she notices what you’re doing.

you already know you won't last long like this, but when nancy begins stroking through you with her middle finger, you’re genuinely afraid that this might just be your very end.

your back arches off the mattress im a beautiful bend while she carefully works a single finger into your throbbing cunt. she barely meets any resistance at all, with how wet you are.

feeling her inside you takes things to a whole new level: her fingers are longer than yours and she’s buried knuckle deep inside of your pussy, reaching depths you were never able to reach on your own.

she keeps it still and leans back to make sure this is not taking it too far.

“please” you plead. “fuck me with your fingers already”

the sob that erupts from you the second she moves inside of you for the first time is hardly human anymore.

the sensation of her fingers thrusting into you and her lips around your clit has you seeing stars.

it’s so much, so good and not nearly enough.

“more” you beg. “please nancy, more- i need more”

you roll your hips with every thrust of her finger and you can feel a second one toying your entrance.

you don't mind at all, far too blissed out to care. in fact, this is exactly what you wanted.

the delicious feeling of being stretched out only turns you on further when her ring finger pushes into you.

she slowly pumps them in and out of you, drawing obscene noises from the in between if your legs.

you squirm wildly on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the strong grasp you have on her hair.

you briefly register the flutter of your walls around nancy’s fingers, the way it’s getting harder for you to keep your legs open.

"nancy, nance, I'm close" you whine, feeling the build-up of your orgasm in your lower abdomen. 

she growls against you, determined to make you cum.

she pumps her finger into you, the base of her knuckles pounding against your skin and her tongue not once stops flicking over your clit. 

your breath hitches as she hits the spot inside of your that makes you scream, moving both of them in a “come hither” motion against you.

"nance" you say. it is somewhat of a warning. "nance, god, yeah just like that-"

your cunt squelching against nancy's fingers and your eyes roll back as she pushes you over the edge. 

"you're gonna make me cum- nancy you’re gonna-“ you moan, right before your climax washes over you. 

and then you cum. hard. 

the orgasm completely shatters your body and all nancy can do is flatten out her tongue so you can ride it out. 

your hands on her are the only thing grounding you to this earth.

your hips buck into her face uncontrollably and you bring up a hand over your mouth to hold back the scandalous moans. 

nancy continues to fuck you through your climax, and you can feel your arousal flowing out of you.

your muscles twitch and your hips slow down. you wince at the overstimulation over her tongue lapping over you.

“‘s so much” you slur and all stimulation stops at once.

you look down to find nancy already looking up at you. her face is ruined. 

your arousal is dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess. she has a smile on her lips nonetheless.

"god y/n you're so beautiful" nancy whispers.

you let out an airy laugh, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.

“i’m gonna remove my fingers now, okay?” she asks, her voice impossibly gentle.

you nod and she slowly pulls them out of you. you sob at the loss of being filled by her.  

“shhh” she hushes you. “it’s okay, i’m here y/n.”

she moves up to you, careful not to accidentally put her weight onto your shaking body. 

"are you okay? was this okay?" 

you nod, unable to form a proper sentence yet.

“i’m gonna get water for us” she informs you but you stop her.

“stay” you whine. “just…for a little bit”

a sweet smile creeps up her cheeks and she gently carcasses your neck.

“of course” she speaks calmly. “of course. i’m staying here”

you try to sit up and she immediately reaches out to help you.

you love this and you might just love nancy too. you know you can’t tell her that, not yet at least. but when she lays you down on her chest and wraps her arms around you, you know you want to stay like this forever.

“promise me you’ll stay?” you mumble sleepily.

nancy smiles.

“i promise”

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 14 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You tell Bradley the truth about the photos he finds on his phone, and it leaves both of you feeling more possessive than you ought to. 

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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The week of spring break was like a dream. By Friday evening, you had watched so many movies together, you lost count. Movie watching usually turned into kissing, which then led to making out. Bradley was the best snuggler you had ever known, and you really felt like you didn't even want to go back to class.

"Only six more weeks until we graduate," Bradley whispered when you brought it up. "I'm getting nervous."

You spun around in his arms until you were facing him in his bed. "About what?" The glow of his desk lamp brought out a honey color in his brown eyes, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Getting my acceptance letter."

"You told me you needed to have your final grades submitted," you said, still smiling. "That won't be until the week before graduation."

Bradley shrugged. "It's just a formality. If you show high enough grades through the first semester of your senior year, they usually accept you before then."

You watched as his eyes darted nervously around your face. "Oh. But your grades are great, right?"

"Yeah. It's not that...." He was pulling you tighter against him as he added, "I'm nervous he's going to block it again."

"Oh." You didn't know what to say. The navy was his dream. If someone tried to take it away from him twice, you didn't know what he was going to do. "He wouldn't do that. I hope."

Bradley's laugh was dark as you wrapped your arms around him. "At least I have you, Sugar."

You didn't dare move, knowing he needed this comfort right now. Just when you thought maybe he had fallen asleep, you felt his lips moving against your neck. "We have one more condom left."

You laughed. "How are we going to entertain ourselves after that?" 

But you were falling in love with him, especially after this week. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when it started, but it was probably in the Beta house kitchen. The very first time you ever called him Beer Boy.

"I hope you're joking, Sugar. First of all, sleeping with you is not the only thing that I want to do with you. Because second of all, I have 18 hours of Grateful Dead concert footage that we can watch together. Correction...that we will watch together."

You pretended to groan and hide your face from him. Honestly, you'd watch as many hours of whatever he wanted with him. "I have an idea for the last condom though," you whispered. 

"Tell me."

"Your door."

Bradley pulled you on top of him and started to undress you. "Love that idea. You're so fucking smart."

"Make me dumb."

So he did. He got you naked on his bed, and put his mouth everywhere. You were barely coherent when he started licking your pussy and murmuring about you being the dumbest girl he ever met. You wanted to take offense, but you were flushed and whining, so turned on knowing he made you this way. You wouldn't have been able to dispute it if you tried. 

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get a closer look at my door."

Bradley scooped you up and absolutely hauled you to his bedroom door. He set your feet on the hallway floor and then closed it, before pushing you back against the wood. 

"Still just your name," he grunted, wedging you in place with his hip, while he rolled on that last condom. "I know you told me to paint over it, Sugar, but I was never going to. Not even if you told me you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Bradley," you whined as he pressed the front of his body against yours, breathing in the same air as you. His hot breath huffed against your cheek as he hoisted your leg over his hip.

You glanced up and over your shoulder to see your own phone number there next to the little collection of hearts he had drawn. You knew he hadn't painted it. You had been admiring it again ever since he became your boyfriend. But you never got tired of hearing him tell you that.

"You never wanted me to paint over it, did you?" he asked, pressing himself to your opening. "Tell me the truth."

"Bradley!" He was teasing you now, and you just wanted him inside.

"Tell me, Sugar."

You reached for his shoulders, trying to force him to move, but he grabbed you by your arms and pinned you in place, your foot barely touching the floor. 

"I didn't want you to paint it! Of course I didn't want you to! Now will you please fuck me?"

"That's all you had to say, smart girl." 

Your butt bumped back against the door as he slid inside you, his hips meeting yours in such a familiar way. He was sucking so hard on your neck, it stung; he was marking you up like he had in the library. He was going to make you cum for him just like he always did.  

You threaded your fingers clumsily through his hair, and he let you tip his head back so he was looking at you. 

"I love this," he murmured, and you immediately guided his lips to yours and kept them there until you both came. 

Spring Break had been the best week of your life.

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The following week, it was back to class and back to the study room. Bradley held you on his lap, trying his best not to be too much of a distraction for you. But he couldn't help it. The weather was starting to feel like springtime, and he wanted to be outside with you. 

"Do you really need to study? Does it even matter now?" 

With a laugh on your lips, you turned in his lap to face him. "Yes, and you do too, Beer Boy. We can have fun at the parties this weekend."

But he just pouted at you and ran his hand over your jeans. "There are no parties this weekend."

"Why not?" you asked softly, running your fingers along his lips until he smiled. 

Bradley slowly, coaxingly guided you until you were straddling his lap. He nipped at the faded love bite on your neck, as he said, "The following weekend is Tyson's birthday rager. Can't blow our beer budget."

You giggled as he held you close. "Beer budget? For the shitty kegs or the good beer?"

"Shitty kegs. Since you're my girlfriend, Sugar, party rules do not apply to you. Nothing in the kitchen is off limits. Didn't I tell you that?"

Your smile was so bright as you leaned in to kiss him, Bradley could feel his own face light up. 

"You gave me the good beers the night we met. And you never told me anything in the kitchen was ever off limits to me."

Bradley kissed your lips and guided your hips closer to his. "I didn't? I guess I must have known right away."

"Known what?" you gasped as he let his hand slide up your top.

"That I would figure out a way to make you mine."

You sighed against his lips, and it was the best feeling in the world. "You're smooth, Beer Boy."

Then the alarm went off on your phone, and you jolted right off of his lap. Bradley was left grasping at air with a semi hard cock. 

"Sugar, come back."

"I have lab now. I had to start setting alarms, because you've been making me late for class."

Bradley eased himself to his feet and adjusted himself. "I'll walk you to your lab." 

He took pride in the fact that he was allowed to drape his arm across your shoulders and stroll across campus with you. He didn't get as many looks these days. He didn't get as many girls coming up to him asking where he's been or if he would be partying all weekend. And he took pride in that too. He was proud to be around you, but he was mostly proud of himself.

"You staying over tonight?" he asked as you kissed his cheek in the hallway outside of your class. 

"Walk over to my apartment and get me later, Beer Boy."

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Bradley was walking home and looking for a picture of him with his mom on his phone when he found them. There was a set of photos that you had apparently taken of the two of you making out in the kitchen during spring break. He stopped in his tracks, with several other students hustling around him and making a fuss about him blocking the walkway. 

"Holy shit," he whispered with a smile on his face. You had taken one where he was untying your bathing suit and rubbing your tits with his thumb while he kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most pornographic thing he had ever seen, but it was you and him together. Bradley could definitely spend some time getting off to these. Starting as soon as he got back to the house.

He was trying to figure out why you had taken these pictures in the kitchen, but he really hoped you were trying to leave a little treat for him to find. 

And later that night, when you called and asked him to come get you at your place, he had the dirtiest of the photos pulled up on his phone screen as soon as you opened your door.

"What did I do to deserve these?" he asked with a grin. Then he watched your smile fade into a look of panic. 

"Shit," you gasped, trying to reach for his phone, but he kept it out of your grasp.

"If you were thinking about deleting them, don't you dare, Sugar! I just jerked off to one of them. I'm keeping them forever."

Your eyes went wide as you pulled him inside your apartment. "You really did?"

"Of course. I guess you didn't take them as a treat for me? Why do you look so upset?"

You pressed your lips together and looked up at him. "I really meant to delete them. And I'm sorry if I overstepped, but she's horrible and she had it coming!"

Bradley was thoroughly confused now. "Who?"

"Phoebe!" you groaned, tossing your hands in the air before letting them fall to your sides. "When you were making us the s'mores, in your kitchen? She texted you a dirty photo of herself." 

His eyes went wide as he felt sick to his stomach. "Sugar, I haven't talked to her. I swear! I haven't seen her. I deleted her number."

He was reaching for you now, but you were already in his arms.

"I know, Bradley. I believe you. And I believed you when you were making the s'mores." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours as you said, "But then I took the pictures of me and you out of spite. Because I wanted to make her feel bad. I wanted to throw it in her face that I'm with you and she's not. I'm sorry." Your voice broke on the last word, and you sounded like you were about to cry as you added, "I would never want to make you feel cheap."

Your words felt like they were melting over his skin. No one had ever been concerned about hurting his feelings before. You always made him feel good, and right now was no exception. You just made him feel like he was worth holding on to, like he was worth defending.

"I'm yours, Sugar. I'm not hers."

"You're not mad?" You looked so surprised, and your grip around his neck and shoulders was still relentless.

He couldn't help but smirk at you. "I'm not mad. You feeling a little possessive, maybe?"

Bradley watched your lips part slightly as you ran your fingertips along his scars. "Yeah, a little bit."

He nodded solemnly. "You should be. Ask me how many other girls get the good beers from me."

"How many?" you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you kissed his lips. 

"None. Ask me how many girls have borrowed my clothes."

"How many, Beer Boy?"

"Just you." Bradley held you close and let you touch him everywhere.

"Not Phoebe?"

"Hell, no. Just you. All the sleepovers and spring break week? Just you, Sugar."

He felt your tongue dart out to taste his neck and moaned softly. Then you said, "That's good, because I'm actually feeling very possessive."

Bradley was a mess as you took him by the hand, and led him across campus to his fraternity house, your fingers laced through his. He felt possessive of you, too. He should have known, just based on that feeling, that Jeff would be hanging around the house tonight. 

"Try not to be alone with him," Bradley told you, leading you past everyone in the living room until you reached the kitchen. "We can hang out with Tyson and Janessa, or we can chill in my room. Just don't let Jeff get to you."

You rolled your eyes. "No sweat, Beer Boy. What's he going to say to me that I can't handle?"

"Nothing, because you're exceptional," he said, rooting around in the refrigerator. "Here, Sugar, have a good beer."

So when the two of you had drank a few beers, and the rest of the Beta guys were starting to get a little rowdy even though this wasn't a formal party, Bradley pulled you close to him. But you took that as your cue to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. 

"Hi, Beer Boy," you muttered between kisses, your lips meeting his again. Bradley let you push your hands up into his hair and rub yourself slowly against him. But everything else with you was too sacred, so he was just about to suggest you head upstairs when he heard Jeff's voice through his love haze.

"Good luck not getting syphilis from Bradshaw." He was just loud enough for you and Bradley to be able to hear him, but he could still totally try to play off that he was innocent and chill all night. 

Bradley felt his fist clench at your waist, but you just rolled your eyes and casually shouted over your shoulder, "Good luck finding a girl you can satisfy with what is likely a very small penis. You have small dick energy, Jeff."

Janessa snorted and choked on her drink. Tyson was glancing back and forth, looking like he was ready to step in if needed, but Jeff just narrowed his eyes and called you a bitch. 

"Takes one to know one, Jeff. Have fun graduating behind me." Then you turned your attention back to Bradley and said, "Let's go upstairs and snuggle."

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The party preparations took all week. Tyson's twenty second birthday party was going to be an absolute rager. Since Jeff had been keeping a low profile the past few days, Bradley volunteered to pick up the kegs with Dev. As he hauled the kegs to the back of Dev's car, Bradley thought about the upcoming party. He knew Phoebe wouldn't miss it, but he was only looking forward to being with you.

And with only one more month until graduation, he wanted to make the most of his time. Bradley knew you were planning on visiting the University of Chicago for a few days at the end of April; you needed to meet your new advisor and find somewhere to live. It was killing him to know that you'd be halfway across the country if he was accepted into flight training. It was even scarier to think about having to look for another job if he wasn't.

"One more keg, before we run out of money," Dev informed it, and Bradley carried the last one out to the car.

"Too bad we can't buy anything shittier than this," he said, patting the keg with his hand. 

Dev laughed. "Right? It's not like we have to drink it."

"This party's gonna be huge though."

"So many fucking chicks," Dev remarked as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

Bradley just grunted in response and checked his phone to see if you texted him. 

"I can't believe you, of all people have a girlfriend, Bradshaw. And senior year, no less."

"She's different, man. She's better." Bradley also wanted to add that he was different now too, but he thought that Dev didn't really need to know about that. 

"Yeah, well, nobody blames you, because she's also hot. And I fully support it, because it pisses Jeff off."

Bradley just shook his head and laughed. "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't an added perk."

Once the kegs were on ice and the party was about to start, Bradley checked his mail for the nonexistent letter from the US Navy and quickly cleaned up his room. He was planning on sleeping in with you tomorrow and watching some of his Grateful Dead concert DVD with you wrapped up in his arms. He was planning on never letting you change out of his shirt, because you looked so perfect in it. 

And that's how you showed up to Tyson's party with Janessa, wearing his tie dyed shirt with the bottom knotted, showing off some of your soft skin. Bradley was convinced that between your short shorts and the cropped shirt, you probably weren't wearing any underwear. A smile played on his lips as you tucked yourself against his side and hugged him around the waist.

"You ready for this party, Beer Boy?"

"I'm ready to spend the night with you."

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These two are falling. Thanks a million times to @mak-32 for being amazing and helping so much with this story.

PART 15

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Pov: Ford

Fidds and me shut down the portal, he explained to me that I had a terrible head injury that must be why I don't remember anything. We were walking to the bedroom I notice that here is a weird number of triangles in the house, so I ask why, he said that he really didn't know why he loved triangles so much.

Suddenly we stop at the bed room he explained "okay ford here is only one bedroom in the house, which means one of us has to sleep on the couch" I look at him confused "oh wouldn't I have an apartment or house somewhere?" He took a minute to respond "Um your head injury is really bad, not bad enough to go to the doctors but I advice you to stay" okay that made sense, I got a strange thought in my head, for some reason made my head feel heated "you know it could be a good idea if, you and I sleep in the same bed, you could watch over me if my head injury becomes a problem"

His face went a dark red "well Stanford I think that's an brilliant idea" I love it when he says my name.

We're in bed together, is it a normal thing for two friends to sleep in the same bed, now that I'm thinking it over, actually have a crush on Fiddleford, I mean it makes sense why I feel all hot when it's winter, and how want him as close as physically possible to me. That makes me think, have I told him of this before, and was he not interested in me. Tomorrow I will ask him this and many more questions.

Finally I went to sleep instead of over thinking about our relationship, it was quite a weird dream, I was in a place were there was books and papers floating everywhere, in the hole place was scattered with stars and math equations in the background. Randomly a triangle popped out of nowhere, he looked very dapper with his bow tie and top hat.

"Hey ya sixer how's the portal going" what the heck the weird triangle thing can speak? "Oh hi dapper trian" he rudely interrupted me "MY NAME IS BILL, you idiots" "jess I didn't know your name before and before you rudely interrupted me, I was going to" again HE INTERRUPTED ME "what the hell IQ, you KNOWN me for years, are you playing a stupid game on ME" jessus this triangle man is so rude "no I AM NOT PLAYING A GAME, if you'd just let me talk, maybe you won't be so confused" "okay then talk Fordy, because this is really frustrating you know" I pause for moment than starting talking "so to put it briefly, I suffered a head injury and now I have amnesia and can't remember anything"

Instead of been understanding this bill character, he literally turned red when he got angry and thrown an temper tantrum. "WHERE THE EVER LIVING HELL IS ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I round my eyes "it's not like I just told you" predictably got more frustrated "IF YOU GOT AMNESIA YOU WOULD STILL HAVE ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I was about to say something but than he just disappeared.

Woke up with me laying on Fidds chest, don't know how I got in this position but I don't care it's nice, especially after that annoying dream guy. Gosh I'm so lucky that I forgot about that guy, the fact that I knew that man before must be annoyance to my past self. I know Fidds like triangles but he can't like this guy, plus he's not even real, what is 'bill the triangle guy' going to do if I talk trash about him. Was kind of sad that Fiddleford woke up he looks so cute asleep, "hey ya Ford we got a busy day today, haven't we, got to dismantle the portal and than get your memories back"

Oh forgot that "alright, business is good, keeps the mind busy hahahah" Fidds looks at me in a compassionate manner "gosh somethings never change" if that was someone else saying that I would of thought it was a rude remark. "Hey um I have something to tell you before we get started" he looked a bit irritated now "yes ford what is it" "well I know this is going to sound weird, but I saw a triangle named Bill in my dreams" okay now I'm thinking it over it was a stupid idea to bring it. He just looks so annoyed now "REALLY STANFORD, I thought that you would know that dreams can be weird, and WHY WOULD I NEED TO KNOW THIS?"

I felt like a complete idiot now "sorry I shouldn't of said anything, let's just get back what we were doing"

Note: did a quick drawing, I want you guys opinion on me doing a drawing on most chapters, should I do it no or yes