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goldsbitch · 4 months

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Hypochondria

part 3 to p1, p2

It's time to tell you exactly what makes me your soulmate. Disaster dinner continues.

20:19

Is it possible to miss someone you've never met? In what strange corner of the universe would this make sense? It felt just like that to Lando - as if he just reunited with an old friend and desperately searched for a way how to connect again. Where to start?

Anita solved that one for him. "Y//N is one of the medics on grid. She was so lovely today. Helped me a lot!" She turned to Lando and then Y/N in a search of some reaction, but those two were stuck in their own silence. She brushed it off and continued. "I figured it would be nice to take her out for a dinner. Wanted to have her join for the club later, but I am afraid it's for invited only, sorry..." she said, with fake modesty. Lando scoffed, completely unbothered by anyone noticing. Anita was doing it again, luring people in and then making sure she nonchalantly pointed out that she is more "VIP" then they are. He usually brushed it of and sometimes found it funny, but this time it made him fuming.

"You are more than kind to do this," Y/N replied and Lando had to close his eyes in order to hide how overcome he was instantly by hearing her speak. Her own voice was always blurry in his visions. Hearing it now, in real life...It was like getting new headphones. "But remember, you should not drink today after the heatstroke...I just need to point that out, can't stop myself," she said semi jokingly.

"Oh course, sweetheart," she replied and took a sip of her cocktail.

Y/N felt a little out of her place in the restaurant, not really sure what she was doing there and why she agreed to come with them. They were a couple, so why was she there playing the third violin? She tried to stop all her intrusive thoughts about Anita's boyfriend. But how could she, the most gorgeous and alluring guy was sitting right there. She secretly watched all of his little moves, the way how he twitched his fingers while holding the menu and wondered how his skin would feel on her own. She cursed herself for being so easily distracted by him. Barely glancing at the menu, she waited for what the two would order and was planning on matching them.

A charming waiter came, shared few words with Anita and recommended some dishes from the special menu.

"I'll have the truffle pasta, sounds great," Anita said, smiling flirtatiously at the waiter. There was an awkward silence, which Y/N tried to fill in. "Yes, I'll have the same, sounds great."

Lando did not even think twice before speaking up. "Um, actually, I really think you should try their salmon. It's to die for. I think you'll love it." He was not able to look at her, while she did the exact opposite. She was taken back by his forward comment. Salmon was her absolute favorite dish. What a strange coincidence that he would recommend it. "Can we get two of the salmon dishes? If that's ok with you, Y/N," he continued, this time finding the courage to look at Y/N. She panicked. "Yeah, yeah. Salmon. Great."

It was like a fire was lit in Lando. He opened the can of worms and there was no way going back. Suddenly, he had all the answers right at arms lenght. And the questions just started flowing.

"How do you like working at the formula 1 medics team?" "Will you be tracking the whole season?" "Do you like traveling so much?" "Are you missing your friends and family?"

It might have been too much for someone to be bombarded with questions, but she found herself excited and eager to overshare. Those two danced a dance of their own, laughing gently and speaking over each other, while also eagerly listening to what the other one had to say.

Anita felt like she was sinking into the chair deeper with every minute that passed. She knew the feeling all to well. Lando, without knowing probably, found anyone apart her interesting. Practically inhaling every word Y/N said. Or at least that's how it felt. Poor girl had absolutely no idea how different this situation was for her this time. Unlike Lando, Y/N still took Anita into account.

"So, Anita, you're a model, right?"

She came back alive and started sharing model related stories, while Y/N listened. Ever-so-impatient Lando just stared at her and started biting his lip in order to stop him from speaking for a moment, realizing that he is in fact not alone with Y/N, but still in a very much public social setting. Y/N listened to Anita, while all familiar phantom pain kicked in, this time in her lips. She kept glancing over to Lando, because it was just too hard not to look at him, when she noticed how vigorously he was biting his own lip. It sometimes happened that her own inexplicable pain aligned with the actions of other. Nothing special.

Lando was at the peak of rude that evening, impatience getting the better of him. "So, Y/N, why have you decided to study medicine?" he said, when Anita took a breath, fully intending on continuing her story. The same way as he interrupted her, she did not give Y/N any room to answer.

"You know what Lando, I am getting real sick of you publicly making it obvious that you don't give a shit about me or what I have to say," she said straight to his face, internally begging for him to deny it.

"I'm sorry, it's just....not every day you meet someone who really does something special with their life," he said, as if Y/N was the first medic he had ever encountered.

"Wow, that's rich. So on top of you not caring what I have to say, you also don't think what I do is interesting."

Lando knew she was right. He knew it all along, but he was also aware of the fact that most of the times, the relationship had been beneficial to both of them. So many emotions mixing in him got him holding his fragile glass real tight.

"Don't play the innocent card," he started, looking deeply into Anita's eyes. "We both know the moment I'm not on the grid anymore, you're jumping to someone else."

The walls felt like they were closing on Y/N. Witnessing couple's fight, however quiet, was never pleasant. All the more when you'd literally just met these people. They played their little verbal tennis, while keeping the decorum composed, as they seemed to be quite skilled at that. Until Lando slipped up. His tight grip on the thin crystal finally ending up with a thousand tiny shiny glass pieces everywhere. It was like a slap to the couple, making them wake up and notice their surroundings. The good old clean up and apology dance began between the guests and the waiters, all of them rushing to help the F1 star with a minor cut that bled crimson drops on the white table cloth. Everybody was so focused on him, that they all missed the second wave of drops hitting the table, this time coming from Y/N hand. She stared at her hand and time stopped. It's not that she was scared of blood. It wasn't that it was the first time something like that happened out of nowhere. It was precisely because it did not happen out of nowhere. Her veins were rushing with panic, instead of blood. She grabbed one of the napkins and pressed hard on her hand, praying that nobody had noticed. Thousands of ideas appearing out of nowhere. So wait, anytime he got hurt, she got hurt as well? Or was it more people? Another coincidence? Her brain was an analytical one. She ran through all the possible little pains that a formula driver could have. It somehow checked out.

She stared at him, completely missing the whole scenery happening in front of her. Anita making a scene, waiters rushing around and Lando trying to calm everyone down.

"When did you crash last time? Like a big one, hospital one," she shot out, as if it was the most important piece of information known to mankind.

Lando felt her panic and intensity for a few moments before she managed to silence everyone, but was equally surprised by her question as everyone else.

"Um, I'd say...yeah, Las Vegas, November." He gave her a questioning look, trying to figure out what was going on her mind, while gesturing the staff of the restaurant to leave them alone.

A massive wave of panic settled over her, images of herself getting admitted to a hospital at that time flashing by. She had to get out there, immediately. And Lando felt that.

"No! No, you're not going anywhere. This is important, you can't just run away like you always do," he said, before she even had a chance to move, because he knew precisely what she was doing. Seen it enough times to recognize the look. If nobody stopped her, she'd be out of there in seconds, not even saying goodbye. A true flight type of person. As if she hadn't been perplexed enough by this point.

"How do you-" she started to ask before being interrupted by Anita, who had have enough.

"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.

Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?

Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."

"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" Anita said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.

"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.

"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"

He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.

Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.

"One asks when they want to hear an answer."

"Great. Charming as ever. You know what? I've had enough."

"Ani, I am really sorry. This is going to sound incredibly rude. I apologize. It's nothing personal. But this is really between me and Y/N."

Absolutely mortified Y/N did not even dare to look at Anita. What the fuck was his game. That was his girlfriend, she was just a random girl.

Anita replied, without missing a beat. "You two can go and play your weird little game without me."

Heavy silence fell, as Anita hastily grabbed all of her things and walked out. Y/N was waiting to see if Lando would even consider getting up and rushing over to her, but knew well enough that that was not the case.

Lando cared. He deeply cared about what Y/N thought of him. "Before I say anything else, please know that I plan on breaking up with her and sorting it out like an adult. This is not how I usually am."

"Ok. I mean, you do you. This is all very...personal," she said, her mind still caught up in her recent discovery. "I'm sorry, this is going to sound strange, but bare with me, this evening is already so much drama, this will not be a great addition."

She was talking to him! Getting curious. Lando would be willing to sit there for hours and listen to her. "Go for it".

"Do you get that weird pain in your left elbow?"

"Yes, after a heavy work out."

"Do you bite your tongue out of nowhere?"

"Only when I'm nervous."

"Ok, ehm. Your wisdom tooth is growing, right?"

"Yup, and it hurts like hell sometimes." This time, it was her shooting questions and him trying to follow in a direction he could not yet fathom. But it was like she was in a trance.

"Ok, ok. You'll think I'm crazy."

"I know you think that," he smirked, knowing they were reaching break through.

"What?" she snapped out of it back to reality.

"You first. I think I also have something you should know." Lando was half excited, half terrified to get his truth out. After all those years, this was all happening in a matter of hours. His life was turning upside down.

Y/N took a deep breath. "The reason I went into medicine is because I have a condition. Random inexplicable pains, cuts, bruises with no real cause of correlation to what's happening with my body. Nobody knew what it was when I was growing up, so I was determined to figure it out on my own." She took out her own blood stained hand from below the table. Lando's eye's went wide. She reached out with her other hand to gesture him that all is fine and no help is needed.

"I think my body mirrors what happens to yours."

"I can feel your emotions. And see glimpses of your life," he blurted out, unable to hold this in for any longer.

They did not stay in the restaurant for long. Felt all too public for this type of conversation. Instead, they were back at his hotel apartment, having to sneak in to avoid any unwanted publicity. Once again, they were sitting opposite each other in his living room area.

"So wait...you feel everything I feel? Like physically?"

"Apparently," she said, flabbergasted. For some reason, the two emotions mixing with each other was anger and relief. Her biggest life mystery solved, in the weirdest way possible. Without saying a word, she kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch," he said and she flinched.

"Yep, checks out."

"I can feel your anger, you know? And frankly I don't understand why you're mad at the moment." He was fascinated. The possibilities that laid ahead of them were thrilling.

"I believe at this stage you should also be able to also see my anger. Pray tell me why, why did you have to pick a career that is so physically exhausting!" she moaned, causing him to laugh out loud. Yeah, that was really unfortunate on his part. He made a note mentally to hire a physical therapist for her one day.

She calmed down a bit, slowly coming to term that her emotions were not a private thing anymore - well, technically they never were.

"So what, you just casually know what I feel and see random glimpses of my life?"

"I think it's the strong emotions I feel. It seems the closer I am, the stronger it is."

She was silent, hoping to get a little more out of him. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to ease up the mood.

"Your first nights at the university apartment you shared with those three loud girls. No idea about their names, but I remember the excitement about leaving your home. And jesus, the massive mess the four of you made the first week. How at one point you had to wash your dishes in the bathtub, because it was just too much. And how much fun you'd had while doing it."

She couldn't help but smile at that very specific memory. Gone were the unhinged early uni days, for the better probably. It was absolutely breaking her mind in two, knowing he had these random glimpses in her life.

He saw (and felt) the positive emotions that entered the chat, so he tried to sway the conversation that way. "Oh, and the incredibly awkward morning when you brought that one guy home, did not realize that one of the girls was in the room the whole time and how in the morning it turned out to be her ex."

"My god, you saw that?" she said, absolutely mortified. He just nodded, his heart jumping when he made her squeamish.

"It was like being there during the incredibly awkward breakfast."

"Well," she gulped, trying to switch attention from her. "Nobody knows this, but...pain is not the only thing I feel."

She dropped the ball and watched it rolling, wondering if he'd catch up.

"What do you mean? Like exhaustion?"

"That as well."

He was still not connecting the dots.

"Had a fun night last night, didn't you?"

His eyes went wide and a strange rush of guilt washed over him. He just stared at her, finally getting why one of her first reactions was an angry one. Not that he felt that way, but the level of intrusion he must have presented to her was a lot to take in.

"Well...you're welcome, I guess?" he said cheekily, smirking because he knew exactly what she would do.

Shocked, she opened her mouth and smacked his hand jokingly, not realizing it would hurt both of them.

"Fuck this shit," she exclaimed and once again, he could not hold his laugh in as she tried to shake the pain out of her hand.

"This is going to be very funny."

"I'm sorry, Lando - this all just so bizarre. I'm barely taking it in. Literally don't understand how you're so calm."

He laughed gently. "Well, I did have few extra days to process. And hearing my name roll of your tongue is distracting enough," he said flirtatiously.

Her cheeks went red and her mind stopped, mind getting filled with desire and arousal. Lando lips turned into a wide smile, him feeling her arousal as if she was screaming it loudly to his face.

"Glad to see my words have an effect on you. This is indeed going to be fun..."

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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As Good Omens season 2 nears, star Maggie Service has given a fairly ominous teaser about what to expect from the upcoming episodes, which will see Michael Sheen's Aziraphale and David Tennant's Crowley return.

Speaking about how the season ends, returning star Service, who plays a new character called Maggie, told RadioTimes.com: “Where we end, I think, is so beautifully written because none of it’s tied up in a bow, none of it’s Hollywood magic. It’s real within fantasy - and what is going to happen next?"

She added of the season as a whole: "Neil Gaiman actually said that this season is gentle and romantic. It’s totally the same tone but a different pace and we get to spend more time with characters and get to really properly know them. They, I think, get to know a little bit more about themselves because of the way others interact with them as well.”

Service went on: "I guess season 1 we end off with Aziraphale and Crowley not affiliated with Heaven and Hell anymore, so we see them in a much more human dynamic, in a much more day-to-day life. Delightful Maggie, she has the record shop next to Mr Fell's bookshop. It's a shop that's been passed down through the generations...

"When we meet her at the beginning, she's really sure of her emotions and she's really sure of what she wants. But I think it's fair to say she has no idea how to get it. And, without doing too many spoilers, with her openness of emotions and possibly slightly oversharing with Mr Fell - who she thinks is the kindest man in the whole wide world - the fact that she's done that leads to a bit of entanglement of worlds and stories and mystery and misdirection and all sorts of epic adventures!"

Tennant recently told SFX of season 2: "What’s different in season 2 is, because of what happened at the end of season 1, they no longer have head offices that they have to report to.

"They are in a very different position. Whereas before they were trying to get away with things, now they are kind of free agents."

Sheen continued: "Although sort of fugitives as well. They are sort of in-between. But this amazing life they have created over a millennia, they are now able to enjoy in a slightly different way.

"They are not having to put on a front for their respective teams. There is a different kind of freedom.

"They have always been the only two beings who could understand each other’s position. Now they are pushed even closer together."

👀👀👀 "none of it’s tied up in a bow" oh dear, I hope not much of a cliffhanger

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #interview #maggie interview #david interview #michael interview #s2 ending #radio times #radio times 2023 #s2 interview

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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i think we need a part two to the rockstar! eddie x wife! reader, possibly where it left off but this time they’re gonna make a baby? ;)

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

i absolutely adored writing this! the much needed part 2 is here!! here’s part 1

nsfw/smut under the cut

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this time in the munson household…

“the best sex i had?” eddie asks confusingly as the camera crew nodded, zooming into his face as he sat by the pool, cigar in hand and whiskey by his side. shirtless, tattoos covering his chest while his mullet was tied in a low ponytail. the scent of chlorine filling his nostrils as he relaxes himself after such a tiring week of non-stop music making for the next corroded coffin album and taking extra care of you nowadays. these past months being so hectic on the both of you. it was refreshing to get a weeks worth of stay at home vacation.

“thought i’d said that already. any sex with my fucking wife, man.” he shrugs, bored at such plain question. the camera man only says they know that but in specific detail.

“oh, you all are getting nosy as shit.” he scoffs and laughs at it as he blows out a smoke. he leans back on the chair, sighing as he smiles at it, every memory him making sweet love to you in his mind but one always sticks to him to this day. quite recently it was as well.

“well the best fucking sex is when you’re really determined. don’t wanna overshare but getting your wife pregnant is the best sex, you horny fucks.” he says, taking in the sun, smirking as he remembers it so vividly that he could get an hard-on shamelessly in front of the camera. not that his fans hadn’t seen it countlessly when you’re around the show.

it was after that filming when you told him about your desire of a little munson running around the big mansion. it never left his mind that you wanted a family with him. i mean, of course it was bound to happen. but he never felt so blessed that you’d want a kid with him, never in his life he’d imagine being a father. his dad was an asshole, he expected much he could turn like his dad but he vowed to never think of that way. he had you, he loves you, and he will do everything to get what you want.

and he’ll get you a fucking kid.

“you’d really wanna have little me’s and you’s, sweetheart?” he wraps his arms around your waist, hands resting on your belly as you perfume hit his nose making him sigh tiredly. you nodded, eyes focused on the eggs you were frying and the pancakes you were flipping as well as the crisp bacon cooking. felt like heaven to him right now.

“of course i do, eds.” you answered as he kissed your neck. “you think i wouldn’t?”

“well, i don’t fucking know, thought that this wouldn’t cross your mind since we’re so busy all the time that we wouldn’t have the capacity.” he counters, knowing you were also busy with keeping up your image. magazines, photo shoots, modeling and all for the fans. which he currently despises how his own fans are horny fuckers for you. you were basically a 90’s it girl now, rockstar wife that he’s so lucky to be with.

“oh, eddie.” you turned around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. kissing his lips as he squeezes your ass. “having kids with you has always been on my mind since we married.”

“really?”

“mhm.” you nodded, kissing him again, slow and tender, no screaming or fighting, just pure bliss of the sweet moment. eddie melts tasting your strawberry glossed lips, his hand roamed up and down at the expanse of your lower back. your sundress so sheer that he could feel your skin. fueling his desire further.

“we could get started now, ey?” he teases, nibbling your lower lip as you let out a quiet moan when he descend down to kiss your neck, enticing you.

“but breakfast, eddie.” you whined, scolding him.

“but that’s what you want right now, isn’t it? me topping you up with my cum ‘til you get so round with my child.” he breaths out, pressing his covered bulge to your stomach. his black boxer shorts feeling tight around his crotch. you sighed at him, the damn man had a knack way of his words to get you riled up. honestly, you weren’t complaining but it was so hard to say no to him sometimes.

“eddie…”

“you’ll be fucking glowing as ever. i’ll take care of you the whole shitty 9 months, fuck you real good.” he smirks, lifting your sundress up until his hand met with your bare ass. you grew accustom to not wear panties most of the time, easy access it is for you.

“fuck you, i w-wanted to make breakfast— oh!” you gasped when he lifts you up by your waist, shutting the stoves quickly as he circles to place you gently on the marble counter of the kitchen. he grins boyishly making your heart thump remembering your highschool days with him. he still looks the same back then.

“fine.” you sigh at him as he greedily hikes up your sundress to reveal your glistening pussy. “but you better get me pregnant, munson. or else.”

“ooh, i’ll fill you up in no time.” he promises, shoving his boxers down. he was about to do his usual foreplay but you stopped him by his wrist. he looks up, feeling puzzled by your intrusion.

“just want it now, please.” you pleaded as he chuckles at that.

“you on the pill?” he asks warily.

“nope.” you answer, wiggling your hips to seduce him further as he pumps himself first, precum glistening the head as you eyed it hungrily, spreading your legs wider as he positions himself to your entrance. rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit for moisture as you breathlessly moaned at the pleasant feeling.

“fuck.” he breaths out as he pushes in, determined to make your wish come true. he sinks in blissfully, the heat of your cunt coating him with such ease. no matter how many times he gets to slide into you, it never tires him out how you were made for him. your cunt was made for his cock. bottoming out, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a mewl as he starts pumping in and out. teasing you relentlessly.

“put a baby in me, munson. pleaseee…” you begged, salivating at the thought of his cum in you. you wanted this as much as him. you wanted it so bad for so long, now was the time he has to give it to you.

“i will, baby. i will.” he promises, snapping his hips suddenly in such vigor that made you squirm and grip his shoulders hard. he pounds into you, every snap of his hips a promise that he’s fulfilling. so determined to get you knock up in the moment. you gasped, shuddered, moaned at every move his cock rubs inside you raw. you loved it, loved the look on his face. so serious as he kisses your now bare chest as you shove it down for him.

“these fucking breasts gonna swell up soon.” he groans, burying his face as he moves his head side to side, loving the feeling of your soft breasts on his face. you giggled as he grips your hips hard, fucking you with no will to stop. the kitchen is filled with the lewdness of wet skin slapping, groans and moans and breathless whispers of curses.

“gonna..” eddie starts, kissing you hard, tongue and all. “make you a mama, huh. gonna make you a mama. you like that?” he practically growls against your lips, feeling his release near seeing you mercilessly take in his brutal pace as you rubbed your swollen clit.

“yes, yes, yes— fuck! please, eddie!” you begged, eyes watering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. one sharp thrust had you shuddering as the coil in your stomach exploded making you clamp hard around him.

“shit—“ eddie moans out, bottoming in to the hilt as he fills you up with spurts of his release. your wet walls clamping down on him hard as he grinds in as you sobbed at such wonderful feeling inside of you. he sighs, slumping a bit as the grip on his shoulder lessened, making you slump back against his chest tiredly.

“filled you up good, sweetheart?” he asks breathlessly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips softly for the rough fucking.

“yeah.” you shakily nodded, feeling blissed out as ever. eddie smirks, rubbing your stomach, feeling a little giddy he’s gonna see it round and plump soon.

“now we wait.” he smiles making you smile tiredly. breakfast out of your mind.

and back to the present…

“that fucking sex was the best out of all, you horny shits.” he breathed out, done reminiscing about it. “i’m starting to fucking think you all just wanna hear how me and my wife fuck.” he chuckles, the camera man zooms out as you suddenly appeared with heat in your steps.

“eddie!” you sniffled, eddie immediately sits up, facing the teary eyed heavily pregnant you.

“baby! what happened?” he asks worriedly seeing you cry as you sat on his lap, burying your face in his neck as you held something in your hands. “did something go wrong, sweetheart? did you get hurt or is it the baby—“

“my shoes!” you sniffled. eddie waits as he caresses your back, knowing how sore you are from carrying the little rascal growing in your stomach. the whole media went crazy when they first found out you were 5 months pregnant after making a public view to the world. eddie was above happy everyone got to know about the munson family starting to expand.

“what about your shoes, baby?” he asks curiously as you shake your head, tossing the heels into the pool. he ignores those as you grumbled. emotion shifting.

“they don’t fucking fit me anymore and i don’t know why! my fucking stomach is already in the way, i couldn’t bend down and now my shoes don’t fit!” you sobbed as the camera man moves away from the scene as eddie gestured for privacy. he licks his lips to himself, knowing those damn hormones are poking at you for the past 8 months. he kisses your forehead as he wipes away your tears. a determination in his eyes, wanting you to feel relax as ever, knowing your literally carrying his child. he’s literally at your beck and call these few months.

“sweetheart, i’ll buy you another pair. don’t you fucking worry.”

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i love me husband rockstar eddie 🥹

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #rockstar!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚘; 𝙰 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝

a/n: Wanda, you sweet baby bean, I'm sorry people suck. That's all I've gotta say about this chapter uhm... please don't yell at me too much, I promise it's all going to be So Fine

✎— priest's daughter!Wanda x college student!reader

✎— confessions AU; a surprise over lunch leads you to spend a lot more time with Wanda. You like her and she does as well, but not everyone is happy about your new friend

✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; I've said before since turning this into a series we're going to have a slower, more subtle corruption kink so: mentions of handsiness/groping, Wanda being a shy yearning gay, R being a terrible student, bullying, jealousy, Wanda shedding a tear because my friends seem to think I need to make that a warning

✎— words: 5.5k

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Even with your lunch offer, Wanda couldn’t bring herself to let you do all the work; after picking up sandwiches from her favorite deli, she directed you down the block to her -and apparently, your- apartment building. When realization set in, the two of you had a laugh until you suggested going to your unit.

“You’re serious?”

“What, afraid I’m luring you into my apartment to have my way with you?” Wanda didn’t respond to that, just shook her head as you quickly discovered she did whenever she was talking herself out of a thought. Oh what you’d give to see what was running through that imagination. “Such a good girl, not trusting strangers, but I don’t bite, I promise. We can go to yours instead?”

She had to have told you her apartment number along the way because you’d gotten there with ease, guiding her down the hall with a hand on her back, but two simple words made her forget the whole walk. Wanda was a good kid, an amazing student, she’d heard words of encouragement so many times over the years— none of it affected her how it had earlier.

If you noticed her nerves, you were gracious enough not to point them out even as she carelessly dropped her bag to the floor and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door tight. Wanda calmed herself with a splash of water and a quick talking to, reminding to keep it together. This wasn’t a date, it wasn’t anything, it was lunch. All this meant was you were a decent enough human not to stoop to the level of an overgrown schoolyard bully and feeling bad doesn’t make them a friend. Certainly didn’t mean she had a chance with you.

That rationale didn’t stop her from talking out her nerves in the form of oversharing.

From that, you learned a lot about Wanda. She’s a twin, the younger one as her brother Pietro so often loved to remind her. They were close, but when it came time to choose colleges, he decided on another university in the next state over— mostly because of a very generous track scholarship he was offered. She nearly went with him, wanting to take advantage of their massive literature program, but their father said it’d break his heart if both of them left and Wanda, darling daughter that she is, caved and attended a more local school.

Part of her compromise was being allowed her apartment. Leaving home to live off-campus by herself was an instant no, but for once, Wanda pushed. It was around the same cost of any room and board fees and she had the freedom she insisted on having. Partially to live away from home, but mostly because the possibility of rooming with one of her childhood enemies was high and she’d rather go without college than deal with that stress.

“I raised such a fuss that night, Pietro thought I’d lost my mind. It’s worth it, I think. I like it here.” Here in what turned out to be your shared building, blaming different schedules on why you’d never run into the other. In the end, her dad could rarely hold firm against Wanda’s puppy dog eyes and constant pleas and she won the small space now filled with various plants and cozy furnishings.

“Well, I for one, am very happy to find out the cute girl I’ve been wanting to talk to only lives a few floors away.” You said it so casually, like it was easy as chewing your ham and cheese sandwich to call her cute. It wasn’t helping that she’s just being nice mantra Wanda had going in her head to keep her calm.

While you ate, Wanda searched for any other reason you’d be so flirtatious and came up empty. Still, she couldn’t discount her inexperience for how she perceived your wanting to have lunch, your compliments, even the comment about asking her to dinner could’ve just been a passing joke she hung on to too seriously. She’d never been allowed to date, not that it mattered with how she got treated like the plague, and she didn’t know the first thing about well, anything. Somehow Pietro fared much better in that sense, sneaking out and rebelling any chance he could.

Some nights when she couldn’t sleep, Wanda would catch him stumbling out of the woods that bordered their backyard and tired as she was, helped him climb through the window, questioning him all the while about his disheveled clothes and the glittery lip gloss smeared along his neck. “Stop being dad’s golden child and maybe you’ll find out one day.” Wanda never was bold enough to try nor did she like the options to try with. None of her classmates were interesting enough to be worth getting in trouble for.

The few times she did go out, the situation got the better of her and she had more anxiety than rowdiness. Wanda tried, really she did, there was just so much to remember: how to drink, who to drink with, the perfect things to say and no matter what, she always came up short. Then came that dreadful night after junior prom; her fatal mistake— distressed to the point of tears, Wanda called her father to pick her up, not thinking how not parent-approved the activities swirling around were. His appearance and the subsequent adult discourse at church the next morning solidified her status as Westview’s pious snitch. Ultimately, as much as she hated talking about it, even after Pietro took her side and offered to take matters into his own hands, she didn’t regret it for one day.

Opportunities to act out quickly dropped to zero after that incident. College was supposed to be better, new people and new surroundings, maybe a whole new her if she could figure out how to upgrade, but the proximity to her hometown made the past three years an extended high school. And then, there you were, shiny and brand new, straight out of her prayers— but they got to you first.

Wanda resigned herself to staring at you in class, watching you text under the table with Carol Danvers who’d given you her number almost as soon as you’d first sat in your chair. If you’d been in the front of the class, she’d have slipped you her number instead; that’s what she told herself at least. Everyone else was too fast and forward, and Wanda didn’t stand a chance when everyone’s classes overlapped as much as they did. Each time Wanda caught you looking back at her, she turned away so fast she missed your smile or the silent waves you tried sending her way, too afraid to see if you’d regard her with the same disdain your new acquaintances offered.

There weren’t a lot of people in class today; the middle of the semester meant burn out was creeping in, students skipped more now, but you were there in your usual spot, empty seats all around. If you weren’t always cutting your arrival so short, Wanda could’ve moved next to you, but class began and, not wanting to disrupt, she stayed put. Those next ninety minutes were the most distracted she’d been her entire college career, solidifying exactly how she’d introduce herself, act cool and collected while she gave you her handwritten phone number, written and rejected countless times over so Wanda could draw the little heart at the end just right. She’d been so close too, just feet away from your desk; Brock always had a way of ruining even her best laid plans.

“Earth to Wanda, where’d you go?”

“Huh?” The poor girl had been staring much too intently at her crumpled sandwich wrapper for the last few minutes, having decided she wasn’t listening when she didn’t react after your suggestion to run away and buy an RV. Wanda was adorable when she zoned off, playing with her rings absentmindedly and spinning them around her fingers, but you did wonder where she flew off to. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Clearly…” Gathering any lingering trash gave Wanda a task away from your watchful gaze, wiping off the table with another mumbled apology before skipping off to the kitchen. She took a deep breath, steadying herself against what to do now that she’d gotten this far. Her plan only went as far as exchanging phone numbers, maybe putting the digits in your phone if she was brave enough, but you’d skipped that stage and gotten straight to the apartment hangouts and she was… lost.

Luckily for Wanda, you had no problem taking charge. The moment she returned to the living room, you took hold of her arm and pulled her down until she was finally sitting right next to you instead of her far off spot. All of lunch she’d been far away and selfishly, you missed how close you’d been when you walked earlier. Now with Wanda’s thigh brushing against yours, you could see each one of her little reactions intimately. “What’s going on in that head?”

“I was thinking about earlier and got carried away, nothing important.” Wanda shook her head again, hoping to settle at least a fraction of the blush that’d overtaken her face, but when she tried to pull her hand away from yours, you held tight. As much as she loved the feeling of your warm, steady hand wrapped around her cold and shaky one, Wanda feared growing too used to it too fast and having to fight not seeking out your touch from then on.

“If it’s got you this frazzled, it’s gotta be some kind of important. You can tell me, I promise.” You almost wondered aloud who you’d tell, but she didn’t need to be reminded of who you talked to. Not that you’d ever say anything, no, mostly you just wanted to see Wanda all sweet and flustered, committing the sight to memory on the off chance she kept her distance after today.

She stared hard, judging your sincerity before deciding whether or not she’d lie or divulge the truth. Unpracticed as she was with this, Wanda wasn’t an idiot; this afternoon was nice, but she couldn’t blurt out her crush only a few hours after your first official meeting. She could tell half-truths, thoughts buzzing in her brain that ranked lower on the exposure scale to hopefully not scare you away. “Well.. you know how I tried talking to you in class?”

You nodded, politely letting her continue, and Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, trying painfully hard not to think about your thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. It was a small gesture, obviously, but it meant everything to Wanda who’d never been on the receiving end of such gentle reassurance. “I’d been waiting to do that since the first week of class.”

So you weren’t imagining her sneaking glances at each class; good to know you could still sense when someone was into you. Most girls tended to talk way before Wanda did and you started wondering if your attraction to her made her small acknowledgments into something a lot bigger than it actually was. “Why didn’t you?”

“Someone else always got there first.” The truth was embarrassing. As isolated as Wanda had been, she didn’t actively dislike most of her peers. It was that one particular group you hung out with that seemed to go out of their way to not only make Wanda’s life hell, but also warn anyone they possibly could away from ever giving her a chance. She grew up being taught hateful behavior only bred more hate, that it wasn’t polite or productive, but if there was anyone she hated, it was them.

When she saw you with Brock and Carol and the rest of their tiring friend group, she nearly cursed aloud, strangely mad that of all the transfers, they had to get you too— it wasn’t fair. In her defense, Wanda gave ignoring you a good, honest try, but every time she saw you wander through the door, she wanted to be the one who waved you over, who sat with you and leaned in close or put a flirtatious little kiss on your cheek. “You seemed..busy.”

Finally, once the jealousy threatened to consume her alive, she did change course, ignoring you wasn’t working so why not try talking? Worst case scenario, you tell her to shoo or get lost; painful, but nothing she hadn’t heard before. When she heard Brock talking about her, the brunette swore she felt her heart drop into her stomach, any hope she had of possibly getting close to you just… dashed in an instant. She had to pack her stuff quickly, not because she was afraid, but because she felt so embarrassed she knew she’d cry if she heard another word of that conversation.

“I’m not stupid, I know they talk about me. They don’t really try to hide how they feel.” Wanda’s laugh held a bitter edge, laced with the defeat of someone who knew what to expect when trying to make new friends. “I just- I didn’t want to interfere or get you involved with any of their weird… whatever and.. I don’t know, it didn’t seem like it’d go over well to talk to you when you’re already friends with them.”

At first you laughed, disbelieving Wanda could ever think you were off limits just because you’d spent a month or so interacting with people who, admittedly, weren’t the greatest, but one look at Wanda’s troubled face showed she was all too serious. “I can talk to more than one person, you know!”

You weren’t the type to blindly follow everything someone said, preferring to make your own judgements, and after a few hours with Wanda you could tell that, just as expected, she truly wasn’t as bad as everyone made her out to be. Shy and reserved, sure, but you couldn’t count those as bad qualities. Not when she was just as gentle, funny, and kind as you’d imagined she’d be.

“It’s always more than just one person talking or inviting you somewhere or shoving their phone in your face asking you to text them…” The last part was mumbled, but you caught it all the same. Her earlier confirmed watching combined with that last comment had the last piece sliding into place so perfectly in your head, you’re sure you heard a snap.

Wanda didn’t just want to say hi, she wanted what she saw; flirtatious texts, low-spoken promises of naughty after class activities— not that Wanda knew that’s what she was asking for. Sweet thing… you’d show her how it all worked.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You beckoned her closer with a finger and she leant in with innocent curiosity, shivering as you came to whisper in her ear. “I’d rather text you so I’d like your number, if you don’t mind.”

It was the truth; sure you messed around with one of two girls since being here, but none of them stopped you wanting the darling girl in front of you. The longer you sat with her, the more you wanted to know and not just to sleep with her. Not that Wanda would probably let you right away; she didn’t have to say it for you to know she was virginal as a little lamb.

Your lips brushed against her cheek, the barest hint of a kiss, but it stunned Wanda all the same. She pulled back, searching for her phone much more intently than needed to play off how affected she really was. “Does that mean you want to have lunch again?”

“I want to do a lot more than just have lunch with you but..” Eventually you gave Wanda your own phone to give the poor girl something to do where she was not so subtly scrambling. When she handed you hers, you punched your number in and as she took it back, you watched her sign your name off with a set of hearts. How precious. “Yes, if you want to?”

Wanda agreed perhaps a little too eagerly, but she couldn’t stop herself planning your next lunch date complete with food she made herself. She really hoped you liked homemade things. “Absolutely!”

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

And so it went like that for the following weeks, walking around campus with Wanda and having lunch together when you were both free, going to her apartment multiple times a week to collaborate on school things or just to talk to her. Whatever you were doing, Wanda was a pleasure to be around and she never complained when you copied her answers on homework or came over just to lay on her couch and watch movies.

For Wanda’s part, she might as well have been in heaven; having someone to spend time with regularly was nicer than she remembered. Of course, growing up, she had Pietro, but this was different. You made her laugh just as much as he did, but you didn’t torment her nearly as much, and the big difference, obviously, was that she most certainly did not want to kiss her brother.

When she showed up to your apartment door with a box of heart-shaped sandwiches, she felt silly, but the moment your face lit up when you laid eyes on them… she wanted to drop the food and kiss you until you fell to the floor.

But she’d always wanted her first kiss to be special, memorable and at least pleasant; it couldn’t be over a stupid sandwich in a doorway. So Wanda waited until.. well, until she felt the time was right to politely ask.

You made her nervous, not in the frightened way others had, but with a giddy, butterflies in her stomach feeling that left Wanda always wanting more. If you’d asked Wanda a few months ago, she’d say her ideal romance was to be blissfully swept off her feet like she’d seen in movies, brought flowers, chocolates, and lovingly courted until she finally says yes— meeting you through all of that out her balcony window. For the first time in her life, Wanda wanted what she’d seen her peers get ever since hormones descended over her sixth grade class. She craved casually possessive hugs and touches, that anticipated first kiss… special private time she’d stumbled upon during late-night internet browsing.

The first one thankfully Wanda didn’t have to wait for.

Startling as it was the next day when you not only walked with Wanda to class, but traded your spot in the back of the class to coax her to sit off to the side, she didn’t complain. How could she when you insisted sitting next to her made class more bearable; whether it was true or not, Wanda couldn’t know, but she didn’t care, the compliment made her blush every time.

A chair next to the top student should’ve meant you paid more attention, but it was the opposite. Before you’d watched Wanda from afar, now with her close, you couldn’t help but stare longer, much more intrigued with how she bit her tongue whenever she concentrated than anything your professors taught.

Even more since you’d begun vying for her attention during class, Wanda liked to ask questions of them after lectures were done, getting clarification for anything she couldn’t pick up in the discussion. Jokingly, you called her a nerd, but you took her notes to study from all the same so you figured the least you could do was hang back and wait for her— the perfect opportunity for Carol to strike up a conversation.

“She wheeled you right on in, didn’t she?” The blonde also went to school with Wanda and while she wasn’t ever directly antagonistic towards your new friend, she’d never made an effort to include her either. To you Carol was nice enough; if you were being honest, you hadn’t given it much thought whenever you fell into bed with her.

Hanging out with Wanda meant abandoning your typical seat next to Carol in your Wednesday morning class and while you missed her sharp banter and the silly drawings she snuck in the corners of your notebooks, nothing beat sliding your arm around Wanda and toying with her skirt under the desk. She didn’t fully know what you were up to, grew squirmy as she felt the room’s chill on her thighs, but even when you pinched at her hips, Wanda didn’t want to cause a class disruption by protesting.

Not that you and Carol hadn’t done the same, but Wanda’s reactions were so pure and sweet, just like her. Carol was fun, but Wanda was something else entirely and you actually wanted to get to know her. The brunette was easy to be around in a way you couldn’t remember experiencing and where Wanda didn’t go out of her way to mention your first friend group, you didn’t miss the judgemental looks Carol shot Wanda’s way whether the brunette’s back was turned or not. “It’s easy when you’re not an asshole. Try it sometime.”

She brushed off your comment, sliding further in your line of sight until she blocked your view of Wanda at the podium. What you two shared might’ve not been serious, but losing your situationship to someone like Wanda was an ego hit Carol refused to believe was actually real. “I’m having a party on Saturday. You’re coming.”

“Guess I’ll cancel my plans…” The singular party of Carol’s you’d been to was a riot. Admittedly, you didn’t remember much besides large hits from shared pre-rolls and waking up in her bed the next morning with a pleasurable ache between your legs, but even after stumbling back to your apartment with a throbbing headache, you were more than excited at the prospect of going to another. Coincidentally, that particularly reckless night was days before you first talked to Wanda and now, only a few weeks later, you hesitated.

“Is anyone invited?” You searched over Carol’s shoulder to find Wanda still chatting away, dutifully scribbling down something your professor was referring to. You couldn’t imagine she’d be upset if you went at all; Wanda might even appreciate a Saturday night to herself after you’d wormed your way into her plans week after week. It was you who didn’t want to go to the party without her.

Both of you knew the singular ‘anyone’ you were referring to, and Carol’s expression soured. “I said I’m having a party, not bible study.”

Sam walked over then, the large guy you’d met at orientation having also made fast friends with the people who threw the best after hours get-togethers. He was nice enough, louder than his roommate Steve, but always a fun time. “Come on, Danvers, she can’t be that bad. Besides, isn’t her dad like, an hour away now?”

Word really did travel fast on this campus. Even new kids retained personal facts about the girl who didn’t know the first thing about them, but Sam was another one who hadn’t bought into the group verdict on Wanda and for that, you were grateful. If you did bring Wanda along, you thankfully wouldn’t be the only one looking out for her. Not that you planned on letting her out of your sight. “I doubt she’d call the police.”

“Doesn’t sound like something I’d want to chance.” She wouldn’t get grounded like she had back in high school, but violating the lease on the house she and her friends rented wasn’t in the cards either. Catching sight of Wanda making her way back over to where the three of you gathered, she nudged your shoulder and you felt a heavy lump in your throat. The last thing you wanted was to be caught talking about her, much less make her believe you were plotting anything malicious.

Carol was well aware of your growing soft spot in the past few weeks, taking note how you instantly shifted focus away from Wanda whenever someone dared bring her up in your presence; it’d almost be sweet if she didn’t hate her. And so, instead of cutting the chat short, Carol waited until she was sure Wanda was within earshot, “If she ruins anything, it’s on you.”

Wanda, reticent as she was, strolled right up to you with a smile, but your stunned face made her brow furrow. She knew she’d been the topic of conversation, both having caught the tail end of Carol’s conditions and gauging the apprehension you regarded her with.

“Look who it is, missionary of the hour…” Carol mumbled, Sam only getting a fraction of his snicker out before you shut him up with a warning glare.

With a nervous breath, you tried playing it off, but the blonde’s icy temperament was impossible to mask, “We were just talking about this thing Carol’s got going on Saturday, but it’s a party so…”

Wanda nodded, ignoring the other woman completely, which only made her stew further. Honestly whatever was said wouldn’t be anything new; she did have a terrible reputation for disrupting parties and she was far past expecting to be wanted there. The hesitation didn’t bother her, but Carol did; if she could come out on top just once, she’d die happy.

So this time, instead of being forced to watch Carol flirt with you and exchange texts in class, Wanda was the one who’d spent hours getting to know you and the last lecture blushing through your teasing, pushing you away when you got too handsy, giggling into her hands when you told her something especially funny; she knew, on some undescribed level, you liked her better.

Maybe that’s where the confidence to link her arm with yours and press a chaste kiss into your temple stemmed from, “Well, I love parties! We have to go!”

If your eyes weren’t already wide enough to fall out of your head, they certainly were now. The blonde’s eyes narrowed, darting between the two of you while Sam, loud as ever, laughed at the clear and present tension between the two women on either side of you. “Last thing: Don’t let her wear anything like…” Carol gestured to Wanda, dressed in a light floral dress and one of her favorite cozy sweaters, “that. I’m not having a church social.”

Wanda’s grip loosened at the insult, brief confidence struck down as fast as it’d come, but you didn’t let her fall away completely, winding your arms around her midsection. “I told her she should wear this sweater today. But don’t worry, she’ll look even cuter than she normally does.” Scooting the stunned girl closer until she was snug between your legs, you kissed her cheek and gave her a squeeze of reassurance.

When Wanda didn’t move a singular muscle, shoulders still slumped, you wished there was a hug tight enough to say I’m sorry I let them hurt you again. “See you Saturday!”

You never did thrive amidst conflict, preferring to sit back and let any drama go by far away from you, but it wasn’t fair staying silent when Wanda could barely stand up for herself. Whether it was your defense of Wanda’s outfit choice or your protective hold you kept, your defense was enough to get Carol to roll her eyes and back off for now, “Fine whatever, I’ll text you the details later.”

Sam left you with a pat on the back, shaking his head at the tension he happened to stumble in on and couldn’t wait to tell Steve and Bucky, “Way to stand up for your girl, kiddo, well done.”

“Don’t call me kiddo! You’re maybe six months older than me, and she’s not my— fuck, whatever.” He was jogging out the door before you could correct him, but you dropped your arms anyway and Wanda tried to ignore the loss she felt. She longed to admit she needed at minimum five more minutes of that hug to truly keep her tears at bay, but she couldn’t ask.

It was bad enough you had to lie about picking her sweater; Wanda threw it on not only because it kept her warm in the often chilly lecture halls, but Pietro bought it for her years ago for her birthday and the familiar fabric kept her calm. She wore the sweater and her current dress often enough for the outfit to be considered a wardrobe staple, Carol saw it constantly; there was no way she didn’t know how pointed her insult was. “Sorry about that…”

Wanda half expected you to run after Carol, trying to smooth things over with her for the sake of preserving whatever you two had that Wanda threatened. Instead she found her hand loosely caught in yours, thumb rubbing over it just as you had the first day she shared her anxieties, and when dim green eyes traveled from your touch to your face, she saw concern so genuine Wanda wanted to fall back into your arms and sob. Not only for herself, but for you and how much of a burden she feared she was already becoming. Her family always dubbed her the crybaby and she couldn’t deny it; of the three of them, Wanda was the first to let her eyes go watery. The only thing worse than dealing with what you’d just witnessed would be having to console the crying mess of your new friend.

But you wouldn’t have minded, not one bit. “Don’t apologize when you didn’t do anything wrong. That’s not fair,” You spotted her frown and longed to ask her what you could do to help, but as soon as you opened your mouth, Wanda pulled away.

She was quick to replace her sad expression with another smile, pushing your forgotten books into your now empty hands. If you didn’t watch her so much, the sudden change wouldn’t mean anything, but the smile she was trying so hard to pass off didn’t reach her eyes— it wasn’t real. “You’re going to be late for class again, get moving.”

“Well yeah, but…” Clearly, Wanda was deflecting again, you’d be a fool to miss the nervous way she hugged herself tight as if she could hide the knee length dress she’d walked out of her apartment in so happily just hours ago. Choosing the sweater wasn’t a lie, but what you thought about her look wasn’t; Wanda dressed in a comfortable yet sweet style you found wholly endearing. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean for all that to happen, I only wanted to ask if I could bring you along.”

The brunette scoffed loudly and in the interest of not making the situation any worse, you ignored how her voice cracked, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Right okay, I just- I’ll see you later then? If you’re up for it?” If Wanda didn’t want to talk about it now, maybe this afternoon she’d be up to discuss and unfortunately, she was right. You only had about ten minutes now to rush across the courtyard to your next lecture; no time to argue with her. It was too early in the semester to routinely skip all of your classes.

Wanda joined you to the door, hands tight around her backpack strap. The walk was short, too short; you hated leaving her to fend for herself when she was obviously still upset. You’d make it up to her later, maybe ask her favorite movie and bring over pizza to watch it with her. For now, resolved to be on time, you left her with a hurried wave and a clumsy sprint that admittedly did make her chuckle just a little, “You know where to find me!”

With you gone, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and Wanda wiped them away with the knit sleeve of the sweater she couldn’t stand wearing right now. It was too cold out to only have her shoulders exposed, but she tore it off anyways, bundling it as small as she could in her clammy palms.

She walked briskly, destination clear, but for once, she wasn’t going home. Any other time, Wanda would’ve been polite enough to text ahead and assure she was welcome, but the harder it got to hold back a full cry, the less she worried about etiquette. If anyone could tell her what to do, how to proceed, anything… it was them.

From the class schedules they’d shared with her at the beginning of the year, they should be in; Wanda hoped their ‘you’re welcome whenever you want some company, no questions asked’ sentiment held true just this once.

The route home seemed endless, late summer breezes stinging her blotched cheeks; she looked a mess and she knew it, her frazzled appearance driving her to practically run down her apartment floor hall. Wanda knocked on the door just a few doors down from her own, the one she hated to bother but loved being in all the same, “I know it’s the middle of the day, but I really need your help, please?”

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scary dog privilege pt2- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

2.2k words // part 1

warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore language, one instance of y/n, not edited

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in the last 12 hours, you and ethan had grown very close, despite the more than unusal circumstances; or maybe because of them. both having been thrown into such a crazy situation, with a masked killer on the loose, it made it a little better that you weren’t going through it alone. everyone in the group had someone - tara and sam had eachother, same with chad and mindy. ethan and you were by far the most outcasted from the group, so in a weird way it brought you together.

sam and tara had been attacked by a killer in a ghostface mask at a bodega on the way to the police station last night, confirming that the murder that had happened a few hours before was in fact no coincidence. woodsboro had followed sam and tara and their friends to new york, and by association, you, ethan and everyone else were potential targets as well as potential suspects.

it was now daytime, sam and tara having spent all night at the police station. everyone except danny, sam’s neighbour friend, were sat outside the college campus, listening to mindy go over the rules of a franchise; which is what she determined you were all in at this point. sitting on the bench next to ethan with your legs across his lap, as mindy stood in front of the group.

“listen up nerds. as terrifying as this situation is, i’m actually glad i get the chance i get to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time. now, it seems like the killer is out to make a sequel to the requel,” mindy began.

“um- what’s a requel?” anika asked, raising her hand.

“sweetie, you’re beautiful. let’s hold all questions till the end,” mindy said.

“stab 1 took place in woodsboro…. stab 2 took place in…college,” sam recalled.

“i don’t like this,” ethan shook his head.

“do we think the killer is following the movies?” tara asked.

“it’s possible, and it would make sense if this was a regular sequel. but nobody just makes sequels anymore, we’re in a franchise! and there are certain rules to surviving a franchise!” mindy explained.

“i had a feeling,” sam sighed.

“everything has to be bigger than last time. forget about the legacy characters; canon fodder at this point. only brought back to be killed of in a cheap bit for nostalgia bit. it’s all about doing something different to keep people coming back: longer chase scenes, higher body count. if the killers last time were whiney, snowflake film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can expect it to be the opposite this time. new city, suspicious new characters added to the friend group to round out the suspect list. and that’s not even the worst part,” mindy went on.

“oh this is where she tells us the worst part,” chad chimes in.

“the thing about franchises is that they’re ongoing episodic storylines… which means that main characters are expendable now too. meaning any of us could bite it at any time… especially sam and tara.”

“wait- am i in the friend group?” ethan asked, and mindy nodded.

“yeah i feel like i don’t really qualify,” you added. “i didn’t even know you guys 2 days ago.”

“this is true. it would seem you just have terrible timing. plus- you are from woodsboro, so that probably counts for something,” chad said, and unfortunately you realized he was probably right.

“but-i’m not like… one of the targets?” ethan asked, to which mindy nodded again and responded with a simple ‘mhm’.

“am i gonna die a virgin?” ethan asked, perhaps not realizing he said it out loud.

“that was a weird overshare.” mindy said, making a face.

“and by the looks of it i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” chad teased, gesturing to you and ethan. a blush formed on ethan’s face and you gave chad the finger, although you weren’t really that offended. he returned the gesture with a smile, and you knew he had just been teasing.

“first up; ethan, the shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky-“ mindy continued her speech.

“watch it,” you threatened, giving her a nasty look.

“why am i on the suspect list? because i’m randomly chads roomate?” ethan asked.

“roomate lotteries can be juked- you could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” she said, turning her attention to you. “and you- clearly you have some unresolved anger issues, and you suspiciously found your way into our friend group the night the killings started. not to mention the fact that you look like you know how to murder someone and get away with it.”

“for the record - i was not exactly trying to join your friend group; no offence.”

“so how did you end up with us last night?” tara asked genuinely.

“we were together at the frat party when you all left,” ethan explained. “we have econ together.”

“together.. at the party?” chad asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, and tara slapped his arm. “sorry.”

“i’m in your film studies class too,” you said to mindy, ignoring chads question.

“interesting. so you also have a connection to the first victim.”

“mindy- i know you’re having your patented monologue moment, but i was at the same party as you when the murder happened. and i was in the apartment with you when sam and tara were attacked- we all were.”

“there’s always more than one killer- which brings us back to ….quinn - the slutty roomate; a horror movie classic.”

“sex positive, and… thank you?” she said, a confused look on her face.

“how exactly did you come to live with sam and tara?”

“i answered their ad online-“

“okay, say no more; you’ve already implicated yourself enough,” mindy interrupted.

“it was an anonymous ad mindy, plus her dad is a cop-“

“and that makes it more likely that she’s the killer becasue having a cop dad is a great cover- do you not remember how these movies work tara?” she yelled. “and finally; anika,” she said gesturing to her girlfriend, who blew a kiss at her, which mindy returned. “never trust the love interest.” her eyes narrowed, and anikas smile dropped.

“okay.. so we have our rules. and we have our suspects.”

“uhh what about you guys?” ethan suggested, referring to the four survivors from last years attacks.

“i think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year,” mindy smiled.

“agreed.” chad said, pointing at her.

“well what if it is one of you. i mean what if the trauma from the last killing spree got to be too much and one… or more of you snapped.” quinn suggested.

“or- what if all of the killings made you thirsty for more? i mean to be honest some of the theories online about sam…” ethan started.

“don’t you fucking dare.” tara snapped, and he raised his eyebrows, but didn’t continue his sentence.

“ok let’s just face facts. if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.” anika said.

everyone silently agreed, eyeing eachother nervously as you

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everyone was back at sam and tara’s apartment, except for ethan, who had said he was going to econ. with everything going on you decided not to go, as well you thought better to stay with the group than split up. you had tried to convince ethan to stay as well, but he said his dad would kill him if he didn’t go - he was super uptight about grades and stuff.

sitting on the couch with anika as chad, mindy, tara and sam were in the kitchen, you started to wish you had gone with ethan. what if something happened to him?

“shit,” you muttered under your breath, and anika looked over at you.

“hey… if you’re worried about ethan, i’m sure he’s fine. he’s with a bunch of people in class right?” she smiled. you were thankful for the reassurance, and to her surprise you smiled back.

“you’re right… thank you.”

“you seem cool. i wish we met under better circumstances,” she admitted, and you were a little surprised; she was one on the only people in ethan’s friend group who had been nice to you.

“yeah, me too.”

“so.. you and ethan?” she asked playfully, and you shrugged, looking at your phone awkwardly, secretly hoping he would text to say he was alive or something.

“i don’t know. we made out at the party and then… all this happened.” you said. it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. you wondered what you would be doing right now if you hadn’t talked to ethan at the party. “he’s cute though. it’s nice to have a … friend through all this i guess.” you weren’t sure why you were being so open with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little better after talking about how you were feeling.

“well, i think after all this is over we could be friends. isn’t stuff like this supposed to bring people together?” she said, and you felt your phone buzz in your lap. “is that him?”

“yeah; he’s just checking in,” you answered, before typing a reply to ethan to let him know you were all okay. you typed out “i miss you” but decided against sending it, instead erasing the message and dropping your phone back on your lap. it soon buzzed again, and you picked it up, expecting it to be ethan again.

banging sounds could be heard from quinn’s bedroom, and you assumed it was her and her guest going at it again, until you heard the four voices in the dining room hush and someone mutter a quiet “oh my god.”

looking at your phone, you opened a text from an unknown number to be met with a photo of someone in a ghostface costume holding a bloody quinn, just on the other side of the door. everyone gathered next to you and anika in the living room, and you all stood in silence staring at the door to quinn’s room.

“run,” mindy spoke, and the door swung open, quinn’s body landing on you and anika, knocking you both to the floor. ghostface followed close behind and slashed at mindys arm, as chad and tara ran out of the apartment, leaving you, mindy, anika and sam. pushing quinn’s bloodied body off of the two of you, terror flashed in your eyes as the killer dove towards you, and you sent him backwards with a boot to the chest. he went after anika next, his hands wrapping around her throat and lifting her off the ground, and she squirmed around before he pinned her to the wall and drove his knife into her stomach. she screamed in pain as the killer twisted the knife and dragged it upwards, blood pouring from the wound before you picked up a dining room chair and slammed it over his back. the killer dropped anika to the ground, and you and mindy grabbed her and followed sam into quinn’s room, managing to slam the door just in time. the killer banged against it repeatedly and you turned the lock, leaning against the door as you breathed heavily.

“mindy- bathroom door,“ sam whispered, and mindy hurried to lock door on the other side of the room to the adjacent bathroom, where you heard her exclaim, you assumed at the sight of quinn’s lovers body, considering he was nowhere to be seen. sam followed walked over to the window, and you heard her slide it open as you held your hands against anikas stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

sam and mindy screamed, the killer having come around to the other side of the door through the bathroom, throwing his body against it and trying to break open the lock. you and anika ran over, and tried to help mindy hold the door closed. after slashing at you with the knife, creating a deep gash in your shoulder blade, the four of you managed to push him out, barricading the door with a dresser. it wouldn’t hold him off for long, and he continued to kick at the door as danny, sams boyfriend next door slid a ladder over the expanse between the two windows for you all to crawl across.

“she’s loosing a lot of blood,” mindy said, referring to anika.

“say something more positive!” she cried in response, as sam started climbing out the window. sam made it across, calling for mindy to come next. you and her were using your weight to hold the dresser in place, trying to keep the killer out of the room with all of your strength.

“someone has to hold the door. y/n you go, i’ll get anika next.” she suggested instead, and you knew mindy just wanted to stay behind to protect her girlfriend. somehow even with everything that was currently happening, your mind flashed to ethan; and you were thankful that he wasn’t here, and that he was somewhere safe. “come on!”

you shrieked as the killer managed to get the door slightly open, and reach his arm through, the silver knife in his hand catching your cheekbone and leaving a long cut behind. mindy still leaning all of her weight against the dresser nodded at you to go, and you made your way to the window, grabbing hold of the ladder. sam and danny were holding it steady on the other side, and all you could think was

do not look down

do not look down-

you crawled across the cold ladder over the alleyway below; which was surely a 30 foot drop if not further. you made it across and danny pulled you into the apartment, as sam called for anika to come next. her and mindy went back and forth on who should go across first, and anika promised to be right behind mindy. pressing a tearful kiss to her shaking girlfriends lips, mindy started her crawl across the ladder as you all held the ladder steady from the other side.

you watched as the dresser continued to shake from the killer kicking the door to get in, and anika cried that she couldn’t do it as she approached the window, her trembling hands gripping the ladder with blood covered fingers. she was bleeding badly from her stomach, but with reassurance from mindy and sam, she got onto the ladder and slowly started moving across it. she was about a third of the way across, and the four of you in danny’s apartment watched with wide eyes as the killer broke into the room with no one’s weight holding the dresser.

“what?” anika asked, noticing that all of you had gone silent.

“anika you need to move right now!” mindy and sam yelled, urging her to continue across the ladder. she looked back as the killer stabbed the knife into the windowsill, and grabbed hold of the ladder. anika screamed and held on for dear life as he began to shake the ladder up and down, and then from side to side; attempting to throw her off of it.

the four of you tried desperately to hold it steady, mindy in hysterics. begging the terrified to hurry across the ladder. she managed to move slightly forward and was almost close enough to reach sams outstretched hand, as she called for her to take it. the ladder shook hard as she tried to grab hold of sams hand, and the killer twisted it to side, causing anika to fall screaming to the ground below, her head slamming into the open dumpster below. mindy balled next to you, and you all stared across the alleyway at the killer, as he picked up the knife and walked out of view.

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yourstrulyaiko · 2 years

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o𓆩♡𓆪 NOSY HUSBAND PT. 2 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! husband! bakugou katsuki! x wife! fem! reader

જ about; as usual, your nosy boyfriend, now, husband is still nosy but now your children who has no filter are now involved in his indulgence of juicy gossip.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, cute bakugou children and fluff.

જ author's note; unedited.

People knew you and Bakugou in your workplace.

He was always your plus one during office parties,

That means, he's sniffing drama whenever you two attend. His ears are pulsing trying to pick up crumbs of office drama,

Then you point out Aiko in the crowd and Yuto on the other side far away from his now ex-wife.

You and him are gossiping in the corner, sipping on some non-alcoholic drinks

But you offered some champagne because it fits the atmosphere.

So, here you are and your boyfriend, whispering about your theories on what possibly could happen next.

Anyways, a few years later you and Bakugou got engaged then married.

It was simple and beautiful ceremony but it was something more than you could ask for.

Now, you might think your husband who is now 24 year old man, interest in gossip would eventually dissipate.

Nope. He's just as interested in some petty office gossip as ever.

You come home from working all day; sometimes he greets you because he's been home all day, sometimes you greet him because you get home before he does or he finds you already asleep.

There's kiss shared between you and then you ask him if he wants to know about what happened in the office today over dinner.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and says obviously.

Well, a new arc has been introduced.

You two are having a baby!

When your baby was born, it's twins.

He's made it habit to go for a walk in the park with both of your baby strapped to his chest and back.

While he's walking around, he was walking around and people are up to him cooing.

Asking about his two little girls. They're tiny.

Then, all of sudden, this random lady was just telling her about her life story.

It wasn't just some boring story, oh yes I have kids too.

NO.

THIS LADY WAS TELLING HIM ABOUT HER THREE DIVROCES AND THE SUGAR DADDY SHE HAD.

Ohhhh, Bakugou was indulging int it.

Though, he thought it may be just his luck.

Nope, it happens everytime he had his kids with him.

For some reason, women flick to him and ask him about his kids.

Then, suddenly they're oversharing about their life gossip and that bitch Jenny.

When your kids grew up and started speaking. They started daycare,

"Daddy, did you know that Mister Takahiro has a fiance but she cheated on him?"

"And daddy, he said she's a Pro-Hero like you."

Bakugou was just shock because you don't talk about these kinds of things in front of your girls.

"How do you know this?"

"We heard it."

OH BAKUGOU IS LISTENING AND LIVING FOR THIS BECAUSE NOT ONLY DOES HE GOSSIP FROM YOU.

HE GETS IT FROM HIS KIDS TOO.

"Yeah, what else?"

"He has herpes... What does that mean?"

"Yes, daddy what's a herpes?"

"Don't know you should ask your mommy or your teacher.

When you heard about this, you told him not to encourage the girls about school gossip because it's going to be awkward at teacher and parent meeting.

He didn't discourage it. He actually would always ask about it,

"So, what happened to Mr Takahiro?"

"I don't know but he said he was cheating anyways. Cheating is not good, isn't it daddy?" "Miss Hana said she's having a baby with her sugar daddy. Does that mean she gives a lot of candy?"

Parent teacher was indeed awkward but loved it.

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spark-my-nature · 2 years

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All Yours - DRW

Hey Gresties, I finally got my first fic down in writing after years of enjoying everyone else's. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed exploring it. I love Danny so much, I just can't get sweet shy bestie Danny out of my head.

Summary: Your best friend Danny drops a bomb on you during movie night, and one thing leads to another. Fluff, Smut, Friends-to-Lovers

Word Count: 7.7K

Warnings: Smut, graphic descriptions, swearing, fluffy & timid first time.

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The full moon was out in all its glory, but the long-forgotten television was what was lighting up yours and Danny’s giggling faces. Your movie nights with your best friend always wound up this way, with the tv acting as atmosphere for the chaotic laughing fit-inducing, late night conversations. Not that you would change that for the world. You adored the back-and-forth with him, playfully bickering until the movie ended up muted. Lately, though, the conversations had been veering in an increasingly flirty direction, accompanied by lingering looks and shared blushing faces.

Danny’s bark of laughter shook you out of your thoughts. “You wouldn’t believe how big Sam’s eyes got when Josh told him he heard the moaning from his room that night,” his nose crinkled as he laughed at the memory.

“It’s a wonder I didn’t hear it from my house, with how much of a loudmouth he is,” you snorted. Danny head tossed back against the cushion of the couch as he laughed harder, his feet tucked under him as you both leaned on the couch from your positions on the floor. You were hyper-aware of how much closer you had gotten over the evening, both of you shifting from opposite ends of the couch into the middle.

The laughter trailed off into contended silence, both of you smiling into your laps. You snuck a peek at Danny under your lashes, quickly looking back down and smiling like a schoolgirl. How was it possible to be that cute? His curls rested gently over his face as he leaned his head back on the couch, his profile illuminated by the glow of the tv screen. He had a contented smile on his perfect lips, his eyes still crinkled from laughing.

You had known for a while how bad you had it for your best friend, but tonight was the worst night yet. It was almost unbearable, your heart felt like it would burst, and the herd of butterflies in your stomach threatened to burst.

“Y’alright over there?” Danny smiled gently over at you, raising an eyebrow teasingly. He extended his pointer finger and poked your ribs gently, making you squirm and giggle.

“Yeah, just wishin’ for some of what Sammy got…” You blushed. Why were you telling him this? “It’s been a while.” Your gaze lifted to Danny’s face in time to catch him blink rapidly, his brain obviously lagging at what you’d just shared. You giggled softly, waiting for him to process, and watched as his cheeks flushed pink.

“Oh. Uh,” his hand retreated and rubbed the back of his neck, searching for a response. “That’s… that’s unfortunate?” he landed on. You laughed and looked down. “Yeah, I mean sex isn’t that important, but it’s still nice, I miss it sometimes.”

After a moment of silence, your already on-edge brain panicked and looked up at his face, hoping you hadn’t been oversharing too much. The previous blush on his cheeks was colouring his entire face now, he was chewing on his lip, his expression distant. You leaned forward a bit, then side to side, trying to make him look at you, with a questioning smile on your face. Finally, Danny catches your eye, and the way he looked up at you, his eyes look so big and round and innocent, made your heart ache.

Softly, he picked at his fingers and said shyly, “I uhhh… I wouldn’t know…”

For a moment you blinked at him confused, until his words registered. Dumbfounded, your jaw dropped a little, and he looked down, embarrassed. “Well don’t look at me like that,” he chuckled, chewing his lip again.

You reached over, cupping his cheek to look at you. His eyes were still stubbornly casted downwards, until you spoke. “Danny?” He blinked and then hesitantly met your eyes. “You’re a virgin?” He cringed at the word and threw his head back on the cushion and covered his face with his hand, groaning.

“Yeah, okay? Christ…” He rubbed his eyes and dropped his hands dramatically, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve never felt the need to, I just- I just always thought when the right girl came along, it’d happen, but,” he sighed, “it just hasn’t… happened yet, and I’ve already gotten hell from the guys about it, but I wanted it to be with someone special, which sounds so stupid, that’s what girls say, guys are supposed to want-“ He cut himself off when a soft giggle emanated from your direction. His head shot towards you with a terrible attempt to look angry. “Oh, what, now you’re laughing at me? My best friend is fucking laughing at me?” He launched himself over and tackled you over, both of you erupting in laughter. His large hands skimmed all over your stomach and sides, tickling you mercilessly.

“NO!! Danny no,” you gasped, “please!!” His devious smirk plastered across his face told you he had no intention of listening to your pleas. “FUCK Danny, Dannyyyyyyyy!” You whined, laughing hysterically, thrashing. A well-timed kick to his stomach finally knocked him away from you, and he landed on his back on the carpeted floor, a soft “Oof-“ coming from him. You gasped for air and wiped the tears away from your cheeks as you quickly took your chance, scrambling overtop of him, straddling him and grabbing his wrists above his head. It was quite a sight, both of you laughing manically and panting, locking eyes as you calmed down. The air suddenly felt tense, the nature of your positions on the floor dawning on you both, but neither making a move.

After a moment’s hesitation, you flash your eyes down bashfully, then smile teasingly at him. “You know, Dan, I thought I was pretty special.”

You watched as he chuckled obliviously, tilting his head to the side, then you bit back a laugh as his face morphed into realization. “Wait what-“ He whipped his head back, gazing up to you again.

You were a giggling mess, while he gawked at you. You took in his adorable confused expression, tilting your head and biting your lip. You knew you had confessed more than you intended to, but with the blush spreading over his cheeks, it was becoming clear your feelings were reciprocated to some extent at least. Besides, with the cute faces he kept making, you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed as you admired him.

“You… I-“ Danny kept starting sentences and not finishing them, trying desperately to process the meaning behind your words. Unable to take it anymore, you giggle lovingly and slowly lean in, his eyes widening endearingly. When you were inches from his face, your hands bunching up his shirt for balance, you held his gaze and whispered, “You gonna finish any of those sentences?”

His lips parted but he was apparently too stunned to speak, a small breath escaping instead. You could feel his heart pounding hard against your hand, nearly matching your own wild pulse. You smiled softly, taking his face in one more time, and closed the distance.

Your lips met in the softest, sweetest kiss you’d ever dreamed of. Everything around you ceased to exist for a moment, the world fading away as you closed your eyes, leaving only… Danny. Your best friend, the person you loved and trusted more than anyone, your favourite ray of sunshine in the world. His lips so soft and warm, supple under yours, moving hesitantly to kiss you back ever so slightly. It was as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he gave in to this moment. Your hands found their way up to his head, slipping your fingers along his neck and up into his silky soft curls, serving as a reminder that this was really happening – you were really kissing him. With that thought, he melted into you, and to your delight, let out the cutest little whimper.

Hearts pounding harder than ever before, you pull back slowly, not wanting to break the connection of your lips but burning for air. You watch his eyes flutter open after a moment, and he practically had heart eyes as his gaze slowly focuses on you. You ran your fingers down the length of his gorgeous mane, and bit your lip, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively at him.

His lips parted and he let out a shaky sigh. “Oh my god… oh my god!” his lips turned upwards into a tiny smile. “Oh my fucking god!” His whole face lit up light it was Christmas morning. You let out a giggle at his boyish excitement. He grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you back down to him, kissing you deeply, his nose brushing your cheek. You kissed him back eagerly, smiling into his mouth at his pure elation. Lips pushing furiously against lips, you tilted your head more and lightly tugged the roots of his hair. He broke the kiss only for a second, gasping softly, and rapidly pulled you back in. His tongue slipped along your lips, tasting you for the first time, a gesture you gladly accepted and returned, your tongues introducing themselves to each other. You’d never been a fan of Frenching, but dear god, Danny’s tongue had you weak at the knees.

Speaking of weak in the knees, the position you were in had gotten to the point of your knees throbbing from the strain, your back muscles pulling uncomfortably. You regretfully broke the kiss with a gasp of air, smiling reassuringly at him before sitting up straight on his pelvis. He groaned lowly in his throat, biting back the noise, and you glanced down at him questioningly before realizing the predicament you found yourselves in. Your choice of seat fell right over Danny’s stiffening groin. Your eyes widened slightly and you looked away, smiling shyly and biting your lip with realization.

Danny was frozen in place, eyes darting around frantically, hoping you hadn’t noticed, but of course you had, and oh god, were you uncomfortable? Grossed out? Oh God, did he ruin everything already? What if you-

His thoughts were interrupted by the movement of your hips, grinding up hesitantly over his now rock hard bulge. In fact, all thought processes ground to a halt, an embarrassingly loud moan letting itself out of Danny’s throat of its own accord. Your jaw hung open a little at the sensation and the beautiful noise he just made, heat rapidly spreading between your legs and across your cheeks. Both sets of eyes met, a silent acknowledgement of each other’s flushed state.

Danny’s breathing faltered, his honey-brown eyes trailing all over your face, flickering once to your rising and falling chest and back. Finally, he chanced, “You like me?”

You burst into giggles. Of all the things he could’ve said, he was still your bashful, sweet Danny.

“Yes, Danny. I like you a lot. Have for a while now,” you admitted, looking at him through your lashes. You reached and grabbed his hands from their place on the floor. Once more, a huge smile broke over his face, adorably lighting up his eyes. “I like you, too,” he uttered in amazement.

You chuckled, “I figured as much.” You gave him a goofy smile. He ran his thumbs over your knuckles as he examined your face, looking at you like you were the stars in the sky. You shifted, growing shy under his intense gaze. He let out a small giggle, “I don’t even know what to say, I’m so happy right now. God you’re so beautiful,” he sighed.

You smiled brightly and bit your lip. “Yeah? You think so?” you said in a teasing tone. He sat up, and you both readjusted (carefully avoiding bumping groins) to sit you carefully on his strong thighs. He reached up, his hand coming to rest on your jaw, still looking at you dreamily. “I do,” he whispered, leaning in again for a soft kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your heart fluttered. Pulling back just enough to whisper, “you’re so beautiful, too,” you pecked his lips again and rubbed your nose back and forth against his, relishing in his soft giggle.

“Hey Dan?”

“Yes baby?”

You felt your stomach flip with butterflies at the nickname. “You wanna stay over tonight?”

His smile widened. “Cuddles?” he asked eagerly. You nodded with a giddy smile, loving that his sweet mind went there instead of the standard implication of your question. Rather than correct the sweet boy in front of you, you decided to let the night go how it goes, sure there would be cuddles either way anyways. You stood up, grabbing his hand to help him up next, and wound your arms tightly around his broad torso. He hugged you back, sighing softly into your hair. You stepped back, gave him a shy smile and started pulling him towards your room. His dopey smile lingered on his face the entire short trip down the hall, his eyes never leaving yours. As you entered your room you pulled him around, leading him backwards toward the bed.

As soon as the back of his knees hit the bed, his male brain kicked in and he realized what was going on. His eyes widened and he started babbling nervously, “are you sure you wanna do this? or anything, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume- I still can’t believe you like me, I thought you just saw me as a brother- oh god, that’s gross, I’m sorry, shit, I-“ Smiling so wide at how cute he’s being, his nerves making you relax, ironically, you put a finger over his lips.

“Danny.”

“Yeah?” he mumbled behind your finger.

You crawled over him slowly, testing the waters, and gently pushed him back, and when his halo of curls landed softly around his blushing face on the quilt, you leaned down, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He relaxed instantly under you, which made you smile against his lips, which made him smile in return and you both start giggling softly. Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his soft tummy and running up his rib cage, making him giggle from the tickles, shirt riding up with your hands

His large hands migrated, one splaying out on your lower back and the other tangling his long fingers into your hair. You pulled back a little when his shirt caught around his armpits, and his eyes met yours shyly. Tentatively, he asked, “You really want…me?” with the most heart-achingly sweet hopeful look in his eyes.

With absolute adoration, you replied, “Yes, Danny, only you.” His smile grew so big then it practically touched his ears, and he grabbed your hips suddenly, rolling you both over. He went to lay over you, but kneeled upright to quickly grip the collar of his shirt behind his neck and pull it off in one smooth movement. You watched eagerly, eyes trailing up his muscular torso with uninhibited eyes for the first time. You’d obviously seen him shirtless plenty of time, but you were never in a position to openly ogle him before, so you took this moment to drink him in in all his muscled glory.

Smirking at your hungry gaze, he threw his shirt backwards without looking and knocked your teddy bear off your dresser with a thud. His head whipped back, and he looked back at you with a faux-guilty crooked smile. He muttered, “Sorry Mr. Huggies.” You giggled and pull him back down over you, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger.

“What did Mr. Huggies ever do to you, Daniel?” He laughed against your lips, and pecked them softly. “He shouldn’t be watching this anyway.” Your jaw dropped and your gasped playfully, as though scandalized, but before you could tease anymore, his lips were back on yours. He readjusted his position to rest his thigh between your legs. You felt your heart rate pick up in anticipation, but after a few minutes of increasingly passionate making out, Danny still hadn’t made any other moves on you. You reluctantly pull back, thoroughly enjoying his reluctant breathless face, panting softly as he searched your eyes.

You flick your eyes down and lift up the hem of your shirt teasingly and smirk at him. “You ever gonna take this off?”

His eyes flash worry for a moment as they dart between the hem and your eyes. Suddenly remember his previous confession, you cupped his face gently. “Danny, sweetie it’s okay, we don’t have to-“

He interrupted you, “No, no I want to,” he breathed squeezing his eyes shut for emphasis, “SO bad, I just… don’t really… know how…” he barely opened one eye nervously peeking at you.

You smiled wide for the millionth time tonight at the adorable dork in front of you. “Well allow me the pleasure, Daniel Wagner, of showing you.” With a hand on his warm chest, you ease the two of you up, and pull your shirt up, revealing your body as Danny watches with an intense mixture of nerves and desire, his face flushed.

It was at that moment you both realized you hadn’t put a bra on, thinking you’d be just relaxing this evening. When your shirt came over your head, his eyes widened, darkening and his tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip. His cheeks got even redder, staring intensely at your chest. You blushed and examined his face, letting him take you in, feeling very exposed but somehow very safe with him. Finally, his gaze drifted back up to your eyes, animalistic and wild as his confidence returned.

“Baby doll.”

You swallowed, “Yeah Danny?”

“S’it okay if I just… work on instinct for a while?” His voice unnervingly smooth, noticeably deeper than usual. You nodded eagerly, “God, please Danny. I’m yours.” And at light speed he was kissing you hard, his hands wrapping around the smallest part of your waist.

His tongue found its place once more between your lips, and his hands slid up your sides torturously slow, finally brushing his fingertips against the bottom of your breasts. Your breathing hitched, suddenly hyper-aware that this was Danny, your best friend on top of you, about to touch your bare chest. Instead of taking you out of it, though, that thought made the moment even hotter. You felt him hesitate for a moment, but you whined against his mouth and that was enough encouragement to slip his hands higher, both palms over you. He moaned softly against your lips and squeezed them, his hands shaking every so slightly, and he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His brows furrowed with desperation. “God your tits are so perfect, baby.” He watched your face as he gave them another squeeze. You bite your lip and furrow your brow meeting his expression, and your mouth hangs open slightly when he tries swiping his thumbs over your nipples.

His gaze drifts down and he groans under his breath, watching his huge hands against you, now cupping your chest. He looks up at you again as he hesitantly, so gently pinches your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling slightly. His jaw drops at the moan you let out, and he watches in awe as you arch your back. Shakily, he exhales, “okay, so you like that. Noted.” You smile shyly up at him and nod, reaching up and curling a strand of his hair around your finger.

“You know baby, I think I’d like your mouth on them even more.” He locked eyes with you, darkly, and scooched down the bed backwards, now nestled between your legs. He held eye contact the whole time, his tongue slipping out and he flicked it once over your nipple, cocking an eyebrow in question.

Your desperate whimper flipped a switch in him, wanting to hear more of those noises. He broke eye contact and buried his face against your boob, sucking your nipple into his mouth firmly, swirling his tongue around it inside his mouth as he cupped your other breast.

At this point he’d reduced you to a quivering mess, and you let out a loud whine. “Fuck, Danny,” you sighed breathlessly. He pulled back, nipple still sucked between his lips, and he released you with a pop, and watched your breast fall back into place with a slight jiggle, groaning softly.

You reached for his hand, placing it against the tie of your sweats, and he looked back up at you and raises his eyebrows. “Yeah? You want these off?” Smiling all-too-smugly at your growing desperation, nodding quickly and whining again, “Mhmmm.”

His eyes dipped to your waistband, and he let out a small, breathy “whew”, making you smile affectionately. You could practically hear the silent “Here goes nothing.” His angular thumbs sunk under your pants, and he began wiggling them down your hips, pulling them down past your knees and allowing you to kick them off the rest of the way before hiking up a knee and spreading your legs for him. His low growl fueled your little outburst of confidence, and you ran your hand up your inner thigh and over your damp panties. Not wanting to miss his reaction, you looked up at his razor-sharp gaze focused on your hand, and watched his jaw fall open when your fingers started rubbing small circles over your hidden clit.

You sighed and fluttered your eyelashes at him, slightly raising your hips to meet your hand. He watched you in shock for a minute, and then finally snapped out of the trance you put him under, shooting his hand to wrap around your wrist and still your movements. Still staring at the growing wet patch on your panties, his deep gravelly voice muttered, “I don’t like when other people touch what’s mine.” His eyes finally raised to meet yours, the lustful, hungry expression on his beautiful face making you clench your thighs together. Not allowing this, he sat up, kneeling before you, and used both hands to pry open your legs (not that it took much effort… at all) and rested one warm palm just beneath your bellybutton. Silently looking up at you for confirmation, you nodded once and bit your lip, squeezing your own tits. He licked his lips and brought the heel of his hand down over your wet mound. Lightly pressing into you, he ground it into your clit in a small circle, watching your reaction. You tossed your head back with a close-mouthed moan, closing your eyes briefly. The anticipation was increasing your sensitivity to say the least, his large hot hand feeling like pure bliss through your panties.

Danny bit his lip hard, watching his life’s fantasy playing out before him like a dream. He looked back down, tracing the pad of his pointer finger over the wet pool soaking through your underwear.

“You’re… so wet, babe,” he observed in awe. “All for me?” His tone wasn’t cocky, just genuinely fascinated and bashful, with a hint of proudness. You met his gaze again and smiled shyly, “Yeah, not the first time you’ve done this to me.”

You wished you could snap a picture of his face in that moment, jaw hanging, eyes wide. You giggled and lightly shut his jaw with your hand.

“Wh-What- Wh… when??” He tilted his head.

Looking down bashfully, you started, “A few times… that night we had a few drinks and we played twister? And you lost-“ “I did not lose!!” “and collapsed on top of me,” you giggled, “I could feel you… against me…” You blushed and bit your lip, looking up at him as you played with a strand of your hair. His eyes looked around aimlessly, his mouth trying to catch up to his brain, blushing furiously. “I- I wasn’t… was I hard?” He squeaked. You smiled wider and nodded slightly. “I remember feeling like I was having a heart attack,” you chuckled, “I was so turned on, I wanted you to stay like that, all over me, I wanted to suck your cock so bad-“ you cut yourself off and glanced at him, unsure where that had come from. It was true, but you weren’t prone to such crude terminology. You watched his face morph from shock into arousal once more, setting your mind at ease.

“You still want to?” He spoke so low you almost missed it. Now it was your turn to gape at him. His hand reached up to grab your chin, and he pulled your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb, dark eyes boring a hole into yours. You nodded weakly. “Yeah?” he muttered, tilting his head and tracing your lip with his thumb. “Tell me how bad you want Daddy’s cock,” his voice practically dripping with arousal.

You whimpered at his filthy words, hearing Danny speak like that caused a reaction in you that you’d rather not acknowledge. “I want it so bad, please D-Daddy.” For a split second you marveled at the name, you had never thought you were into that but here you were, about to explode you were so desperate.

He growled kissing you hard but briefly, standing up to unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He looked up at you, smirking at your hungry gaze, and slowly teased his jeans over his muscular ass and thighs. His boxers were tugged lower in the process, revealing the top of his dark curly pubic hair but hiding what you wanted most. Stepping out of his jeans, his hand gripped his bulge and he exhaled fluttering his eyelids. Never breaking eye contact, he practically moaned, “You wanna see what you do to me?”

Propping yourself up on your side on your elbow. You furrowed your brows, “More than air.”

He chuckled darkly, finally pulling the offending fabric down. You thought you were ready, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you. Your jaw fell open as you took him in, and in the back of your glazed over mind you were sure you were drooling. He was bigger than you thought, thicker too, but not scarily so. His dark curly hair framed the base of him perfectly, and you noted the neatly trimmed state of it. His cock was rock hard, twitching of its own accord from the cool air, and the tip the most perfect shade of pink. You watched dumbly as he took it in his fist, slowly pumping himself with a sigh, and admired the way the delicate skin pooled around the tip as he twisted slightly, teasing the head of his cock.

“You gonna stare all night? I can get some popcorn, orrrr..” He trailed off biting his lip, drinking in your stunned silence. Blinking and shaking your head out of the trance, you shot him a playful glare. “Just imitating you when I took my shirt off.”

He snorted. “Fair enough, fair enough,” his gaze drifting down to your bare chest at the reminder. You smirked and covered yourself with your arm, pouting when he covered his groin with his hand. He laughed at your pout and stepped back towards the bed, grabbing your arms and uncovering your chest to him again. His gaze lingered there for a second and then back up to your eyes, darting between them in anticipation.

“Can I touch you Danny?” You whispered. He closed his eyes for a second, composing himself, and then nodded, watching you. Releasing your hand, you ran it down his chest, enjoying the firm ripple of muscle along his abdomen, and curled up your hand to trace a single finger down his happy trail. His breathing hitched, and you paused right above his thick base, when his cock twitched and grazed the heel of your hand. You groaned softly and finally wrapped your hand around him. He felt so hot in your hand, so soft, so incredibly erotic, so… Danny. You watched as you stroked him a few times, feeling your wetness pooling even more at his gasping little sighs and whimpers. His half-lidded eyes fluttered as you held him tighter, encouraging you to swipe your thumb over his velvety soft tip, smearing precum across his frenulum.

“Jesus fuck, mmm,” he squeezed his eyes shut tight and he bucked involuntarily up into your fist. You released him, making him whimper with need, but you just smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rolling you both over, and he blinked up at you. Picking up his cock again, you leaned down to kiss him softly, weak in the knees from his moan against your lips. Breathing against his lips, you pumped him in your tight fist, “I can’t suck it if I’m underneath you, Daddy.”

Crawling down the bed, you relished his laboured breathing. “Fuck, babe, you don’t have to, really, I-“

“Now Danny, you wouldn’t deny me this after craving it for so long, would you?” You spoke seductively and nestled yourself between his thick hairy thighs. He leaned up on his elbows for a better view, and chewed on his swollen lip. Stroking him steadily, you tore your eyes away from his and fully took in his cock, now at eye level. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything so pretty in your life, pulsing before you, painfully hard. Experimentally, you leaned in and gave a tiny lick to the underside of his tip, and he jolted with a gasp. Pushing his hips down, you giggled at his reaction, and kissed his tip again affectionately. You leaned down, his cock parting your lips as you took his head into your mouth. He groaned loudly, “Fuck, yeah… so good,” he panted.

You smiled at his worked-up state, having barely started. “Yeah baby? Feels nice?” He nodded desperately. Too impatient to tease anymore, you sunk down over him as low as you could, flattening your tongue and suctioning your lips about halfway down his thick length. He practically shouted “Ohh fuck- your mouth, Jesus Christ…”

Holding his hips down, you smiled around him and bobbed your head slowly, relaxing your jaw as much as you could. He panted and slipped one large hand into your hair, not pushing, just feeling you pleasuring him. His eyes glazed over with love and lust, you blinked up at him through your lashes. He tossed his head back and moaned, then guided you up off him with a gasp, “I can’t, I’ll cum too fast, you’re too good.”

He pulled you up to him by your shoulders with ease and kissed you desperately. You moaned into his searching mouth, and mumbled against his lips, “You taste so good Danny.” His tongue wrestled with yours, rumbling with his feral moan.

He rolled you back over onto your back, a position you’ve come to love in the past little while. Burying his face in your neck, he licked a flat long strip up your neck and sucked hungrily. You cried out, sinking your nails into his broad shoulders, making him groan against you. You felt him rut his hips against your thigh once, twice, three times, still worshipping your neck and collarbone. He kissed across your chest, licking hot little spots and sucking more hickeys every few inches. Your hands tangled in his curls and you arched your back, head sinking back into the pillow.

Danny’s hot tongue found your nipple again, swirling it around your tightened peak before sucking it roughly into his mouth. You involuntarily let out an embarrassingly loud moan, but Danny was drinking it up, growling against you as he switched to your other breast.

You thought you might pass out when his kisses trailed south over your tummy, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton once and biting gently, then ran his wet mouth straight downwards until his tongue met the band of your panties. His dark eyes looked up at you then, chest heaving, watching your face as you bit your lip eagerly and eyed his talented lips. A tiny, dangerous smirk snuck across his mouth and his fingers came up to hook around the waistband of your panties. Holding eyecontact with you, he stretched the fabric a few inches away from your skin before snapping it back. You whimpered and swallowed hard.

“Danny… please?” A pathetic breathy whine escaped your lungs.

“Oh baby, you don’t have to beg, I’m gonna worship you, and I’m gonna fucking love it.” Sealing his promise with a kiss to your hipbone.

Tearing his eyes away from you he licked his lips and pulled your panties down, eyes nearly rolling back as he caught sight of you for the first time, drenched and pink, clit swollen. He yanked your panties off your ankles, setting them aside for himself later. Insecurity breaching his face again, he swallowed and took a deep breath through his nose, reaching his hand up and resting his thumb on your bare clit. You gasped quietly, watching him intently. He was the most erotic thing you’d ever experienced in your life, his god-like features examining you like you were a masterpiece painting, his long angular thumb rubbing loose circles around your clit, his eyes flickering up to yours to gage his performance. You whined and smiled shyly at him. He smiled back and moved his thumb a little faster, watching your mouth fall open and your brow furrow. He drank in your blissful expression, committing your face to memory for the next time he was alone and needy. Your bucking hips pulled his focus away, letting out a shuddery breath against you.

“Are you sure,” you inhaled sharply, “that you’ve never done this before?”

He gave a bashful but proud smile, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve never done this either.” He leaned forward and licked from your entrance up to the top of your clit. You moaned and gripped the sheets with one fist, the other tugging lightly at his hair. His eyebrows raised and he kissed your clit softly, a move far too tender for a depraved moment like this. His hot wet tongue licked up your pussy again and this time stayed on your clit, flattening it and shaking his face back and forth like he’d seen in… certain films. Your arching back and groan was confirmation of your enthusiastic approval. He closed his eyes, focusing on the perfectly sweet and salty taste of you, coating his chin and mouth. His tongue teased at your clit in tight circles, moaning at the tug on his scalp you gave in response. The vibrations shot straight into your sweetest spot, and you groaned, “Fuck Danny, fuck fuck fuck.”

His eyes rolled back into his head, drinking you in both physically and mentally. He’d imagined his name on your tongue like this before, but he never came close in his wildest dreams to how angelic you sounded.

He sucked your clit into his mouth with an obscene slurp, toying with it and releasing it to go back to flattening his tongue against your clit. Your hips bucked of their own accord and his squeezed his eyes shut as you began humping his flattened tongue, using his mouth to please yourself. You were seeing shapes and colours behind your closed eyelids, unable to help yourself from chasing the sweet pleasure of his tongue, his perfect hot wet tongue. Not that Danny was complaining. He ground himself into the quilt seeking relief from his painfully hard erection. Feeling the shifting below you, you forced your eyes open and moaned at the sight before you, your gorgeous Danny, humping your bed as his lips attached themselves to your now sopping wet pussy.

Danny seemed to realize he still had fingers, then, and he brought them up, spreading your pussy lips wider with his middle and pointer fingers. Flicking his tongue quickly over your clit, he brought his fingers down and toyed around your entrance. He quickly found your hole, gently sinking one long finger into you slowly. Your eyes crossed and your breathing stopped for a moment before exploding out of you in a loud whimper.

“Oh fuck, mmmmm yes, don’t stop please, fuck Danny, baby, ohh,” you babbled. He hummed into your clit and pulled his finger out, entering you again with a second long digit. You were so desperately turned on at this point your vision threatened to black out. You almost screamed when Danny curled his fingers up slightly with a quirked eyebrow, searching and instantly finding your g-spot. Sweat was beading at your hairline and you looked down at him blissfully.

The image of him still fucking your quilt combined with his merciless tongue and perfect fingers was quickly bringing you to the edge. You panted, moaning nearly constantly, and gripped his hair even tighter, bucking against his mouth. He let you fuck yourself against his tongue again, his flawless nose nudging you with each lurch, and you felt yourself cumming harder than you can ever remember before, his name a slurred cry on your lips.

Holding his face to you as you rode out your orgasm, Danny’s lungs burned for air but he didn’t care. He’d die before he’d let go of you right now, watching in wonder as the girl he loved so deeply came all over his face. He felt such a whirlwind of emotions, pride, disbelief, insatiable desire, but mostly love. He was so fucking in love with you it made his chest ache.

Once you’d settled down, chest heaving and eyes glazed over, he kissed the inside of your thighs lovingly before crawling back up the bed. He cupped your face, smiling brightly at you as your eyes slowly focused on his. You returned the lovesick puppy-eyed gaze for a moment, then cupped his cheek, running a thumb over it. He leaned in and kissed you softly, both of you sighing into the kiss. It started to pick up intensity and Danny let out a choked groan when your hand slipped between you both to palm his cock teasingly.

He broke away just enough to whisper to you lowly, “Wanna make love to you, baby,” before diving back into the slow but passionate make-out. You nodded as best you could into the kiss, pulling back to answer him.

“I’m so lucky to do this with you, Danny, you mean the world to me,” you whispered back, pecking his lips over and over until he giggled quietly, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah? Well I love you.” He bit his lip, eyes darting back and forth between yours searchingly. Your lips slowly erupted into the biggest smile, letting out a giddy squeal and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. You nuzzled your face into his curls and inhaled his sweet musky scent. Your muffled voice barely heard through his curtain of hair, “I love you too.” He let out a shaky sigh of relief and hugged you back tightly. Both of you stayed like that for what seemed like both an eternity and an instant, just enjoying the newfound closeness and warmth between you. You realized it wasn’t so new, nothing had really changed. You had just taken the next leap in your already loving and intimate relationship with Danny.

He broke the tender moment with a tickle to your side, smiling at your laugh, his favourite sound in the world. It was then his thick cock twitched, demanding acknowledgement after the emotional interlude. He bit his lip, flicking his eyes downward and back up to yours suggestively, and your smile turned into a crooked smirk, wrapping your hand around him. His lashes fluttered and he watched your fist pump him lazily. You wordlessly pecked his lips and spread your legs wider, aligning his cock with your entrance. You made eye contact with him and gave him a cheeky smile, teasing his tip up and down your folds, shuddering when the tip grazed your clit. He kept holding your gaze for assurance, and slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his hips forward. You felt your jaw fall open, the stretch of him slightly uncomfortable but so very right. His eyes held an indescribable adoration for you, his intense gaze almost overwhelming as he inched forward, slowly impaling you. Once he was in most of the way, he fluttered his eyes closed and grunted softly, trying to regain control. Desperate for friction, you lifted your hips slightly, pushing him in to the hilt and drawing him back out as you relaxed on the bed. Danny moaned and gripped your hips, pushing in slowly again and drawing back out, trying to memorize every feeling. He started thrusting at a slow pace, just following his animal instinct.

“Oh fuck, Danny, yes,” you whined, your head falling to the side. He took the opening and kissed your neck with open-mouthed hot wet kisses. His hips picked up the pace gradually, keeping the steadiest rhythm that only a drummer could, his pelvis your own personal metronome. You were a breathless moaning mess, and Danny’s mouth migrated to your tits again, lavishing his love all over your stiff nipples. His soft grunts and occasional moans were the most heavenly noise you’d ever heard, and you forced your eyes open to take in his face. You clenched your walls at his gorgeous features, making him groan loudly and bare his teeth.

Your brows furrowed and you whimpered, “Mmm God Danny, you’re fucking me so good.” His eyes flashed down to yours, losing his composure with a growl. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his hips, and without pulling out, he rolled you over effortlessly to straddle him. He ran his hands up your thighs to hold your hips again, and his gravelly voice breathed, “Ride me, baby.”

You groaned at his words, his confidence turning you on endlessly. You started rolling your hips over him, grinding your clit against his patch of hair and soaking his groin with your wetness. You started bouncing as steadily as you could considering how you were falling apart above him. He watched your tits bounce, sliding his large hands up to grope and squeeze you while you worked him. The room was filled with the filthiest wet slapping noises, spurring you on.

Feeling yourself nearing your peak, your hand shot down to rub circles into your clit. Danny grunted softly and yanked your hand away, replacing it with his own. He panted and circled your clit, tossing his head back in a deep moan, but looking back, not wanting to miss a thing.

“God, shit- baby,” Danny groaned weakly, “fuck, are you close?” You nodded furiously, rolling your hips slightly. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him drag along your special spot deliciously with each bounce. You felt your orgasm building, and Danny started bucking his hips up, fucking you back with all the desperate energy he could muster, hanging on by a thread.

One perfectly timed flick of his fingers combined with a nudge to your g-spot shoved you over the edge. You cried out, “Ohhh fuckfuckfuck I’m coming, Danny I’m-“ you let out a feral groan, spasming on his cock. Your clenching walls and heavenly moans sent Danny soaring over the edge immediately after, letting out a loud, laboured moan that was nearly a scream. His hips furiously fucked up into you, riding out both of your earth-shattering orgasms. Both of your moans becoming pitiful whimpers between pants, you slowly rose off of his softening dick. You crawled forward, wobbly legs threatening to give out, and collapsed into his side, catching your breath beside him, tucked into his arms. He pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead and closed his eyes, processing the evening’s events.

You felt yourself smile involuntarily, giddy with endorphins from the best sex of your life, and love for the incredible man cuddled beside you. You traced your finger in patterns along his chest, feeling the light dusting of hair. He hummed softly, his fingers playing with your hair.

You felt your eyes getting heavy, knowing the combination of deep satisfaction and safety and comfort of Danny’s arms were gonna knock you out soon. You felt Danny shift to get up and whined, grabbing his arm. He chuckled, cupping your cheek and pecking your lips, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom, giving you a chance to admire his cute butt as he left. You giggled and bit your lip. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. He returned with an old facecloth dampened with warm water and a glass of water, smiling lovingly at you. “What’re you laughing about?” He set the glass down and shyly handed you the cloth, looking the other direction respectfully. Beaming at his gentlemanly but goofy behaviour, you cleaned yourself up. “You have a cute butt, Wagner.” He looked back at you and blushed furiously. “G-glad you think so…”

You giggled more at his boyish face. “I do. Matches the rest of you.”

He smiled wider and playfully swatted the air. “Hush!” He handed you the glass of water, watching you adoringly as you took a sip. You sat up, set the glass on your nightstand and took his hands in yours.

“Danny, I just… wanted to tell you, I…” you smiled softly, “tonight really meant a lot to me. And I-I do love you. So much.” You spoke into your lap, shyly running your thumb over his knuckles. “I feel so lucky, y’know? Falling in love with my best friend.” You playfully knocked your fist barely against his shoulder and met his gaze.

He was looking at you as if you had personally hung each star in the sky just for him. You’d never seen such an intense love before on anyone’s face, it made your breath hitch. After a moment he took a breath and squeezed your hands. “I love you too, baby. I’ve loved you for longer than I think I realize. But believe me, I’m the lucky one.” He finished just above a whisper, his eyes lowering to your lips as he leaned in. His soft lips met yours tenderly, and you swear you saw fireworks, cliché as it sounds, behind your eyelids. Even amongst the night’s events, this felt like the most intimate moment yet. Softly pulling back, you rested your foreheads against each other, smiling wide.

“Hey baby?” Danny whispered, making your stomach flutter.

“Yeah Danny?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

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