#to make it easier to put the duvet in and pull it through. as well as fixing a slipping duvet after sleep

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Btw these were the other sheets I nabbed for actual Bedding purposes. Frankie helped lay them out obviously :'3

[canthelpit0]

Intimate

Pairing: Matt x Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k +

In wich: matt has a borderline obsession with cock warming

Warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, use of y/n, 1st pov, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names, unprotected, creampie

(A/N: English is not my first language! Also this song has like barely anything to do w the plot, I just feel like that’s the vibe. This is sort of like a blurb. Hope you guys like it <3)

One of the considerably weird things Matt is into is: cock warming.

I clench at the thought trying to focus on my history homework.

I’ve known Matt for practically all my life. We’ve always been close and no conversation between us was ever awkward.

Matt didn’t seem like the type to be into that sort of stuff. But one day, when, we were hanging out and cuddling like we were normally, I felt a hardness at my butt.

When I turned back to look at him he was blushing. Matt had his arms wrapped around my waist, spooning me.

After I asked him what that is, he responded with a question. “Can I..?” He trailed off and I wasn’t catching on to his train of thought.

“What? you want to fuck?” I huff rolling my eyes…not that I would be against it.

“No.” He said defensively squeezing my sides. “Can I just put it in?” Matt asked shyly.

I paused, But eventually complied. With the duvet being over us it shouldn’t be too awkward. He shuffled out of his sweatpants and pulled mine down too.

And before I knew it his finger was inside of me and I was wet.

After a few moments I felt the head of his dick press against me before feeling his entire length slide into me.

I never thought he’d be into that, but even further, I didn’t think that I’d like it too.

I shift feeling the angle change.

“Y/n/n, can you stop moving.” Matt huffs, his words sounding passive aggressive. He puts one of his hands on my hips to prevent as much movement as possible, his other hand still clutching his phone.

I clench again at the tone of his voice, slamming my pen down.

Ever since that day, when this first started off, I started to sit on him more often. Whether it was while we were cuddling or just mindlessly hanging out. We’re not necessarily friends with benefits tho.

I guess he just likes the feeling… but so do I.

It was bad, like we hung out so much Chris and Nick started to make joking remarks about it.

About us hanging out so much that is, not the… whatever we’re doing.

Like it was so bad that practically every time we were alone somewhere private, I was probably sitting on his dick.

It feels so intimate and good, and if we still have time after, he’ll rail me.

But I’m saying that when we’re at home doing homework, I’m sitting on his lap. Or when cuddling or sleepovers. Or even when we go get fast food to eat in the parking lot at night. I’ll climb over the middle console and sit down on it.

I was never a skirt person, but I started to wear skirts more often just for the easier access.

I could go hours just calmly sitting on it.

But sometimes after a while I would get frustrated.

I try to grind into him, Matt still holding me in place as much as he can.

“What? You wanna get yourself off on my dick?” He huffs. His grip on my hip gets harder making me whine, while his other hand still holds his phone.

He’d been scrolling through TikTok and various other social media while I was trying to get all of my homework done.

And it’s been probably over an hour now and I was getting frustrated from all the homework. doing math first was definitely a mistake.

And while on a normal day I would be fine with the intimacy and wouldn’t be trying to get myself off, the homework today was frustrating. And since Matt was already balls deep inside of me, I might as well.

He leans over putting his phone on my desk. With the movement his hand on my hip loosens giving me the opportunity to start to slightly ride him.

“Fuck-“ i sigh. I lean forward on my arms, trying to get as much friction as I can, both on my sweet spot and also my clit.

I hear Matt’s low groan. And suddenly his hands are on my hips again, holding me in place.

“Y/n I swear, i will make you cum over and over again until you’re seeing fucking stars if you don’t fucking stop right now and go back to your homework.”

His tone is authoritative and so hot. Why was he saying that like it would be such a bad thing anyway.

“Matt please.” I whine.

Sometimes Matt would get frustrated and fuck me while I wasn’t even paying him any mind, and sometimes it was the other way around.

He huffs letting go of my hips. Matt leans back as he just watched me and my every move.

I let out a shaky breath once again, leaning forward more to lift myself better.

“Fucking slut, getting yourself off on your best friends dick.” He rolls his eyes in exasperation.

His hands go to my waist, assisting my movements now instead of stopping me.

“If you cum I’m still gonna Make you warm me.” He warns his tone assertive.

Matt holds me in place for a few seconds and scoots the chair back. I sigh leaning forward, using my forearms to prop me up, before starting to ride him again.

His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth dropped in a silent moan while he watches me.

He somehow seemed way less sensitive than me. But I can literally feel the knot starting to tie In My stomach just waiting to snap.

By this point I was panting and Matt was letting out some heavy breaths too.

“Fuck- Matt, Matt” I whine his name my voice pitching higher as i keep getting closer.

“You close baby?” He breaths out keeping his hands on my hips for stability.

I let out a sharp breath letting my head drop forward as I keep up the angle and speed up in order to reach my climax faster.

“Yeah.” One of my hands go down to my clit to rub it, resulting in my other arm having to hold me up alone.

“Come then.” He demands, his voice sounding cocky. I can hear him breathe heavily and bite his lip to keep quiet.

With his hands tightening on my hips, I feel the knot in my stomach snap.

I let out a loud moan, piercing through the, otherwise, mostly quiet room.

I sit down again my pussy convulsing around his cock.

I sigh, trying to calm down again. Matt’s hands rub my sides, holding my back to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

“You good?” He asks after I mildly catch my breath. I lean more into him, my eyes fluttering closed as I mumble an agreement.

“You gonna go back to your homework now, or…?” He trails off waiting for me to answer.

“No” I breathe out and slightly look over my shoulder to make eye contact with him.

He lets his huge grin take over his features. He picks me up gently, making me wince, to wich he whispers encouraging praises into my ear.

My back makes contact with my bed. I sigh at the feeling of the soft sheets under me. And I watch as Matt hurriedly takes off his shirt.

I was still wearing my mini skirt and a long sleeve shirt, but Matt didn’t look like he was going to take them off. The access was easy, so really, why do the extra work.

Matt rubs my lower stomach, while his other hand holds his dick. He glides it up my folds before slipping it back into me. I whine at the feeling throwing my head back into the mattress.

I’m still sensitive from my previous orgasm and also from the hour of cock warming’s

It wasn’t like he wasn’t sensitive too. I could see him physically hold back from releasing right then and there.

Our eyes stay locked while he starts to rock his hips against me. I can feel him hit that spot in me that makes pure euphoria shoot through my entire body.

Despite not being labeled, it always felt so intimate with Matt.

Maybe it was because most of the time it was literally just cock warming and nothing else. But sometimes, when it did come to the actual intercourse - penetration type of thing, it still felt intimate.

“So good for me baby.” He breaths out. Our eyes stay locked, my mouth dropped in quiet moans.

“Fuck- you like being filled?” He chuckles. His hand stays on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to feel himself.

I close my eyes briefly trying to respond, but the way his hips snap into me, and the way he still manages to make this feel sensual, has my head fuzzy.

“Fuck..” Matt breaths out his eyes staying locked on my face. “Too fucked out to answer now?”

All I can do is whine out his name and moan loudly, and he takes pride in that. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes.

“You wanna be fucking full all the time, don’t you baby?” Matt taunts, somehow speeding up even more.

I clench around him my legs going stiff at the constant and heavy stimulation.

Matt notices and readjusts, picking up my legs further so they’re on his shoulders before he picks up pace again.

“Close” I whine out, I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter by the second, threatening to snap anytime now.

“Good girl” he hums. Matt’s fingers find their way towards my clit as he starts to vigorously rub it.

“Oh god-“ I moan loudly throwing my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as I try not to get overwhelmed, even tho i already am.

“Eyes on me.” Matt speaks lowly also panting. His movements pick up pace getting more rough and messy, indicating that he’s close too.

My eyes snap open, immediately meeting his. And as soon as they do, I feel my body convulse, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. But despite that, I try to keep my eyes on Matt as best as I can.

“So pretty.” He breathes out harshly and before either of us know it, he gives me one last thrust and fills me up.

I pant, trying to catch my breath. I feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin, but despite that, I love this feeling.

This post orgasmic state was sending me into almost as much euphoria as the sex itself.

I watch through lazy, heavy-lidded eyes as Matt sits up straighter, moving my legs from off of his shoulders.

“You wanna clean up or sleep like this sweetheart?” He asks tilting his head. Matt was trying to contain a goofy smile.

“Just..” I trail off and let out a breath. Damn I didn’t realize just how out of breath I am.

“Just lay down.” I breathe out.

He licks his lips his eyes wandering from my face to my body and how it’s still clothed.

“You wanna sleep with clothes, or…” he trails off. Matt’s eyes come to meet mine again with a playful glint.

“Matt, I don’t care” I say exasperated.

“I wanna cuddle?” He says like I said we wouldn’t. I huff a slight laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation at hand.

Matt huffs trying and failing to hold back a smile. He gently and slowly pulls out in order to not hurt me. But I still wince from the over stimulation.

He pulls the skirt back down and than reaches for the zipper. He pulls the skirt off tossing it to the floor carelessly.

He then reaches for my long sleeve shirt. I sit up slightly so he can take that, and my bra also off.

Now being nude under him, he looks satisfied. He hums in approval and wordlessly lays down next to me, before I feel his arms go around my waist.

“You think you can warm me, baby?” He whisper sweetly into my ear. I feel a shiver run down my spine from his tone of voice. My eyes shut I take in his silk like words.

“Corse.” I breathe out pushing my hips back into him to tease him.

Matt chuckles lowly. I feel his length slide through my folds. Still being soaked in our combined juices, it was fairly easy for him to slip back in, not that it didn’t make me moan.

I felt way too sensitive, but like hell would I ever say no to this.

Matt chuckles at the low moan I let out. He has his arm spread out so I can lay on it his other arm around my waist. “You do like being full?” He asks in fake shock.

“You were the one that started this tho?” I question right back not moving at all. Simply keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the closeness and intimacy.

“Touché.”

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A /N: sorry for being gone for so long guys. Schools been overwhelming. But yeah, I hope you guys liked this. Requests and asks are open & feedback is always appreciated 💕

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So soaked|A.ANDERSON

Part two to post workout pump | 2k words

Summary: After a successful night with your tinder hookup you spend a very eventful morning with her further proving she’s the one for you, and that you’ll never shower alone again.

Warning: smut, dirty talk, shower sex, head, fingering, abby being the cutest, choking, domestic ass abby, kinda fluff???

The touch of soft sheets against your bare legs, you wiggle them around then realize this wasn’t the couch, your eyes open. You gaze around, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, she had carried you to her bed? Without waking you?

Who was she, what was this? Were you in some kind of romance movie? You look at the bedside table, a glass of water and a book.

You really didn’t take in much of the bedroom, didn’t look to see if she had good “interior design” you were too busy moaning her name, well you were caught up in the moment for sure.

You move the duvet past your elbows then look to the other side of the bed. You run your hands across the sheets, you wonder if she slept with you.

You sit up, god. You hadn’t thought about it but maybe fucking then spending the night with someone you just met, off tinder of all places wasn’t the smartest on your part.

You look at the floor, to your discarded clothes, brushing it off then grabbing your phone. You look at it, it’s dead. You lean back onto the bed then stand up.

You walk through the bedroom doorway to the living room, grazing your free hand on the white door frame. You look around the living room, for a cord to plug your phone into, you look up at the closed door the opposite side to Abby’s door.

You shouldn’t snoop, but where was she? Did she fuck and dip in her own house? You lay down your phone on the coffee table, and walk to the door. Hovering your hand on the door knob, you lean in. Behind the door you hear heavy breathing and grunting, oh.

You crack the door open, knowing damn well how rude it probably was. You see her, sweaty with her hair down with nothing but a sports bra and boxers on. They were tight around her leg muscles, nothing like how they looked on you. Her arm freckles shiny from the natural sunlight peaking in.

She mutters a quiet “fuck.” as she presses the weights down to her chest then pushes them back up, her hand engulfing the bar. She puts the bar back on the holder, wary of making any noise she must think you’re still asleep. It’s stalkerish how you’re watching her, when she sits up and pushes her light locs behind her ear it almost makes you squeeze your legs together.

She grabs a white towel off the floor, she pats it on her forehead, you pan your eyes how her legs are spread wide on the bench. You pull yourself from continuing to watch her like a creep and knock on the already cracked open door.

She looks at you, her face lightening up. “Hey uh, sorry for creeping on up, my phone is dead so-“ she smiles and stands up. “Of course, in the kitchen.”

She walks you to the kitchen guiding you there with a hand on your hip, you plug in your phone and watch the screen light up. The notifications from your friends asking how the date went flood in, Abby leans down to kiss your neck. “Goodmorning, sleep well?” She asks, you drop your phone back into the counter and tilt your head for easier access.

“So good.” You mutter under your breath. She sucks on a special spot just below your eye and releases with a pop. “Wanna shower with me?” She whispers into your ear, placing delicate kisses in between words. Her hand dancing around your waist, how could you say no. You nod, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She twirls you around, she peeks behind you at your phone blowing up. “I can answer those later.” You say and smile, she smiles back.

She walks you to the bathroom, your hand in hers. She turns on the shower, putting your hand under the water to make sure it’s the perfect temperature for you, it’s the little things about her that make you crazy.

She kisses your forehead then strips you out of your clothes, you step into the shower letting the water refresh you after the events of last night. She strips off her clothes and steps in right behind you. You turn around to face her, she looks down at you and for the first time she looks shy.

You can’t focus on any thoughts with how fucking adorable she looked, like a scary dog that only wants to cuddle. You put your arms around her neck and kiss her cheek, she grabs your chin directing it to her lips. She pulls away with a smile on her face, you reach over to her array of body products, but she stops you.

“Let me.” She says and grabs the body wash, she squirts out a decent amount and starts forming suds all over your body. The shower filled with the scent of pine and sandalwood, her in the purest form.

She turns you around, moving her hands from your arms to your chest, god the adrenaline she gave you every time she touched you. Butterflies from your stomach right down to where it matters. She moves her hand down to your stomach, she rests her hands on your hips as the suds wash off.

You can feel her breathing down your neck, sending shivers right down your spine flush with her exposed body. She turns you around one last time, she takes the remaining suds rubbing them across your ass, she’s not shy enough to not grab your ass right now.

You look at her face, then down to her sud covered chest and stomach, the strawberry blonde hair peeking out from in between her muscled thighs. You feel your breath hitch, then you look back up at her, fuck you were lucky.

You had known her barely 24 hours and you were butt ass naked in her shower as she washed your body. All because of some stupid dating app.

She leans down, kissing along your neck to your collarbones, the remainder of suds washing away as she places her hands back onto your ass. She pulls you closer to her by the grip on your ass, her body flush to yours.

“You look so fucking adorable darling.” You whine out a response as she kisses the perfect spot on your neck. It’s surely to be bruised after this shower, she attaches her plush lips to yours.

Transferring one hand to your neck with a gentle squeeze by her fingertips, the other to the back of your thigh. She walks you to the shower wall, hand still tightly wrapped on your neck. “You want this?” She asks, you nod. “More than you could know, I need it.”

You admit, she looks at you for a second then removes her hand from your neck, she kneels before you then puts a thigh on her freckled shoulder, she holds it there as she leans into where you need her.

Her lips connect to your heat, the water dribbling over the two of you making you feel hotter than you were. She licks a stripe up your clit then sucks on it, she looks up at you then mumbles something incoherent.

You tangle your hands into her hair, your back flush to the damp tiles. “Huh?” You ask her, as if her mouth wasn’t preoccupied by devouring you.

She looks back down, disconnecting her mouth, then her eyes come back to your face. “I could spend all day between your thighs.” She says with a smirk.

Blush covers your face as those blue eyes stare at you so innocently, after saying such a vile thing to you. You huff at her pulling her mouth back to you to shut her up, if she kept talking like that you wouldn’t last long.

Her grip on your thigh gets tighter, her mouth quickens her tongue dancing across your clit so perfect and planned. If you looked at her for too long, how her hand wrapped around your thigh, how she was on her knees for you, your knees weaken.

She caught on to your tightly shut eyes in concentration making sure not to miss a single flick of her tongue, she made it impossible to not look at her.

She looked up at you and pulled her mouth away, replacing it with a hand drawing slow and gentle circles on your clit, torture. “You’re gonna watch me eat your perfect fucking pussy or I won’t eat it at all.” She says to you, no she demands you.

You nod quickly. “Please, I will.” You beg her, your hips bucking at her slow fingers. “Good, good girl.” She says and leans back in, but this time it was different. It’s almost like that knowing you were watching her pulled something feral out of her because she fucking ate you up.

Her mouth attacked you like it was craving you for years, it was aggressive but not sloppy, it almost had more precision than before. You feel your knees weaken, you almost couldn’t stand. “F- fuck Abs I can’t ‘m gonna-.” You stuttered out to her and before you could finish your sentence she had dropped your thigh and stood up.

“Not yet darling.” She said towering over you, she grabs your chin and kisses you, you can taste yourself binded with her spit, your legs felt like they had melted long ago.

She pulls away, her hand wrapping around your throat keeping you in place, she looks at you as she slips her fingers inside you. Your walls clenching around them, she moves them gently then connects her lips with yours.

You push your tongue into her mouth, she groans into your mouth. Her hand on your neck tightens, making you feel lighter, her fingers speeding up, with force and intention the tips curling to your favourite spot to be abused. Her kisses are just as aggressive as her hands, your teeth banging with urgency and need.

You feel your walls begin to pulse, she pulls away from you to watch you come undone all over her. She nods at you as you whimper her name. “Just like that, such a beautiful little thing.” She says with a smirk as she attacks your gummy walls with a thrust of her fingers one last time.

She pulls out, her hand loosening from around your neck, you stare at her freckled face as you come down from your high.

She smiles at you, giving you a kiss and wiping a wet strand of hair out of your face, she holds your jaw for a moment just stroking your cheek with her thumb. She could be so sweet then be so aggressive in only ways you want her to be.

“You okay?” She asks, in a genuine tone. You nod with a smile, she smirks back. “Definitely more than okay.” You say wrapping your arms around her. “Ready to get out?” You tilt your head, did she just ask you to leave? “..of the shower darling.” She laughs, you almost laugh with her.

She wraps you in a towel, and sits you on her bed to wait for clothes, you didn’t want clothes around her. You wanted her to stare at every inch of your body 24/7 and personally you think she’d like it.

“Do you want pants or-“ she asks you and you shake your head, there was no need. You get dressed in a hoodie of hers and watch her slip on a t-shirt that was loose on her for once, made her look cute.

After you both got dressed she led you out the living room giving you a kiss and sitting next to you on the couch. She looks over at the kitchen then to you. “I’m going to make breakfast okay? You hungry?” She asks.

You smile at her. “Always.”

A/n: sorry i havent posted in so long why is writing fluff SO HARD i wanna post part three to my college abby

[maxillness]

🇦🇹 || Daddy Knows || T.W x Horner!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, handjob, masturbation(f), orgasm denial, praise kink (if you squint), implied age gap, sub!toto

Word count: 1.3k

A/N1: This is part two of this smut

A/N2: I’m pretty sure the part where Christian find sour about the relationship and the part where he argues with reader is longer than the actual smut part, but oh well

Ever since the time she had hooked up with Toto, she went to every single Grand Prix she could. Not to actually watch the race or support her dad

But to spend every single night with Toto. Making sure he was fucked raw before they went to sleep

She shivered as the cold air hit her naked body as she stepped out of the shower. She dried her body, putting on a bathrobe and dried her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Toto sit on the bed, glasses on and a book in his hands. God, that look did something to her

“Was it a good shower?” He asked looking up at her. His eyes were soft, as well as his slight smile

“Yeah, you should try it sometime” She smirked as she walked over to him. Toto discarded his book as she got under the duvet to sit on his lap

His hands landed on her waist as hers went to his neck “You’re pretty with your glasses on” She said studying his face while biting her bottom lip

“Aren’t I always?” His hands went from her sides to her exposed thighs. Her eyes became seductive as he spoke

“Of course you are, but this…” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips “…Is something else” She captured his lips in a hungry kiss

He groaned as she pulled away. He pulled her closer again, but this time to kiss her neck and as well. She groaned as she felt him biting lightly on her skin

“Toto… You know the rules” She closed her eyes and rolled her hips, feeling him harden under her. When he didn’t stop, she tugged on his hair making him pull away from her

“I’m sorry” For some reason, his eyes were innocent behind his glasses, but it only turned her on even more

His hands went to the ribbon of the robe and pulled it. He pulled the robe off of her, throwing it to the floor so that she was naked on top of him

His hands went back to her waist as he kissed the spot right between her breasts. Her hands went under his shirt, trying to pull it over his head, but it was hard with his glasses on but she managed

Both of their breaths were heavy as they kissed messily. It was all teeth and saliva. Her hand traveled down his body and down to the hem of his sweats

He lifted his hips so it was easier for her to pull both his sweats and boxers down. She spit in her palm before stroking him slowly. Her actions made him moan into her mouth and grab her hips tighter

She slowly sped up making him moan louder and his breath heavier. His eyes closed and his head hit the headboard as her other hand went to her cunt

She drew her finger through her folds before entering herself with her finger. She pumped herself a few times before entering another finger and matching her fingers speed with her other hand

Her moans started to match his as they both got closer to their orgasms “Fuck, baby, I’m close” Before he could cum, she took away his hand and pulled out of herself

He whimpered as she stopped her actions, but he was pleased again when her cunt hovered over his cock

They both moaned when she sank down on him. She waited to move until she was adjusted to his size

She started going up and down at a slow pace, but quickly sped up to a comfortable rhythm

Soon, the only sound filling the room was the sound of skin slapping against skin and their moans and groans

He started thrusting his hips, meeting hers. She could feel him twitch inside her and his thrusts were getting sloppier

She clenched around him, making him moan louder “Fuck, baby. You feel so good in me” Her words send him over the edge as she captured his lips on hers. Only a few thrusts was needed for her to cum around him

She pulled off of him, sitting back onto his lap. She took a good look at him. His glasses was fogged up from the heat

She took her hand up to his face to pull them off of him to lay them beside them

“I should wear my glasses more often if this is what I get out of it” He chuckled looked up at her

“I don’t think so” He was confused by her words “Wouldn’t want anyone else wanting to bone you” Sue smirked placing a kiss on his temple

A knock on the door startled them. They stayed silent, hoping they would walk away

“I know you’re in there, love” They heard her dad’s voice say, but they yet again stayed silent “I wanna talk to you about something”

“Shit” She muttered low “Just a minute, dad” She yelled to him

“What is your plan exactly?” He asked as they quickly gathered their stuff

“Get in the bathroom, and don’t make a sound” Her tone was concerned. She could find her own shirt, so she took Toto’s which laid on the floor and quickly pulled on some of her own sweats “Your jacket and shoes” She quickly threw them to him before he entered the bathroom and closed the door

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked as she opened the door. Her dad passed by her and into the room “Yeah, sure, of course you can walk in” She said sarcastically

“I want to talk about your mother’s- is that a new shirt?” He stopped mid sentence took look at her shirt, but she didn’t get to answer before he spoke up again “Smells like cologne in here” His eyes were confused

“You don’t read” He spotted the book on the bed, and thank god Toto remembered to take his glasses with him

“I was bored” She shrugged, trying to convince him

“It’s in German” He took the book from the bed and held it up for her

“I’m not stupid, I’ve been trying to learn the language” She had convinced him quite good if you asked her

A sound from the bathroom startled him “Is there somebody here?” He looked from the bathroom door and back to his daughter

“What? No. Why should there be anybody else. It’s 11pm” She looked up at the clock and back to him

“Then what was that sound?” He had never been as confused as he was now

“What sound? I didn’t hear anything” She played him, gaslighting him into thinking he was insane

But the sound came again “That sound” He walked towards the bathroom door

“Dad! I don’t think you wanna do that” But it was too late. He opened the door to be met with a half naked Toto Wolff

Christian looked back at her daughter “Really? You couldn’t settle for anyone better?” He was furious

“Hey. I’m still here” Toto said, faking hurt on his face

“Don’t remind me” His face was filled with disgust. He shut the door back so they could talk with him interrupting “He’s older than me, and I don’t have to remind you that he’s literally my rival” His face was back at being furious “How long has this been going on?”

“Ever since the first time I came with you to a Grand Prix” She told him truthfully

“Six month?” His voice was loud and angry “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you would react like this” She answered him

“I would have been less angry if you had just told me” He argued back to her, but she just raised her eyebrows at him “You’re right I probably wouldn’t”

He opened the bathroom door again “You disgust me” He said sharply before storming out of the room

“I thought I told you to be quiet”

“I dropped my glasses”

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Best Intentions - Chapter Two

Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Angst. Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: She deals with the fallout of what she saw at the garage and Tom asks a big question.

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She rushes out to the back room once she gets to the shop, sitting down on a palate of unopened tins of beans, and puts her head in her hands. Having spent the entire walk from the garage trying her best not to cry, she has succeeded, but there’s a tightness in her chest and throat, and a heaviness in her heart.

The image of Tom brushing that woman’s hair behind her ear plays on a loop in her mind, the pit in her stomach feeling as though it widens a little each time. She wants nothing more than to go home and hide under the duvet, pretending it’s all just a bad dream.

Reality comes crashing back down when her mum calls out to her from the front of the shop. “Papers are all done! I’m off now, love. You at Tom’s tonight?”

God, she was supposed to go to Tom’s tonight. How could she now?

“N-no,” she calls back, trying her best to keep her voice steady, “I’ll come home once I’ve closed up.”

“Alright, well it’s corned beef hash for tea. I’ll see you later!”

The thought of food turns her stomach. She swallows thickly, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes, pushing back the way her vision blurs with tears. “Be out front in a minute,” she shouts with more confidence than she feels. “Bye, mum!”

She lets out a heavy exhale once she hears the shop door open then close again, then leaves the back room, determined not to spare Tom a second thought for the rest of the day.

Easier said than done. As the morning bleeds into early afternoon, she feels like she can’t escape him.

She reaches into her pocket, looking for a pen to make a note of which sweets they need to reorder, when her fingers wrap around Tom’s lighter. She pulls it out, turning it over in her hands with a sigh, before placing it on the side of the till. There was no way she’d be going out of her way to give it back now. If he wants it he can get it himself.

There is a steady stream of customers throughout the day, all wanting sweets, newspapers, cigarettes, sugar and various other items, so her mind is given a brief respite. That is until near to closing, when she hears Lois call to her from the stairs that lead up to the flat.

“Would you give me a hand with the pram? These bloody stairs will be the death of me.”

She moves through to the back and up the stairs, smiling at little Vera as the toddler giggles to herself from where she sits in her pram. She grabs the end of it, lifting, and walks back down, as Lois carries the other end.

“You alright? You’re looking a bit peaky.” Lois says, once they’ve set the pram down and she wheels it out through the shop front.

She pauses, taken aback by the question, unsure of how to answer, she can’t possibly tell her the truth.

“Oh…yeah, fine, just a bit tired is all.” She replies with a weak smile.

As she looks up she’s met with the blue eyed stare of Lois, and her heart twists painfully.

Christ, her eyes are so much like Tom’s, it hurts to look at them. If only their lives weren’t so irrevocably entwined.

“Nearly closing time though, eh? Expect you won’t be so tired once you’re round at Tom’s,” she says with a knowing look. “Anyway, I’m off to Connie’s. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She waves Lois off, flipping the closed sign as she shuts the door behind her, forcing the tears back yet again.

On autopilot, her feet move to take her in the direction of Tom’s flat once she’s locked up, and with agonising realisation she has to turn around and walk back in the direction of home.

She feels numb for the rest of the evening. The tea her mum has lovingly prepared is tasteless in her mouth and goes mostly untouched.

The image of Tom and the woman he was with continues to play on a loop in her mind, until finally she can no longer stand it and takes herself to bed, pulling the duvet firmly over her head.

She is bleary eyed and exhausted the following morning, dragging herself to the shop alongside her mum, to help with the papers. It’s not a job she usually helps out with, and if her mum thinks it odd that she’s suddenly lending a hand then she keeps it to herself.

A few hours later, the lunch hour rush has just died down and she’s tidying the paper sweet bags behind the counter when a familiar voice causes her to freeze.

“Thief!”

She looks up slowly, seeing Tom reach for his lighter beside the till. Her heart drums wildly inside her chest and she swallows thickly, not knowing quite what to say.

“When were you gonna give this back then?” He asks with a grin, before pocketing it. “Been having to light all my fags with a matchbook.”

She feels her skin heat up, biting back the bile and anger that surges up through her throat. How can he be so nonchalant?

“Yeah, sorry…” she says quietly, “I was gonna give it back but then…”

Then I saw you with another woman.

“...then I just didn’t,” she finishes, her voice sounding weak.

Tom quirks an eyebrow, eyeing her with suspicion. “You didn’t come round to mine last night,” he states matter of factly, drumming his fingers softly on the top of the shop counter.

“No,” she says, squirming, avoiding his gaze, keeping her eyes trained on the paper bags in her hands. “I just–”

“Didn’t?” He finishes for her, his eyes narrowing.

It’s then that she looks up, meeting his accusatory stare. How dare he be angry with her? She wants to give him a piece of her mind, and is about to open her mouth to do just that when Lois steps out from the back.

“Thought I heard the pair of you,” she says, rounding the counter. “What you both up to tomorrow night?”

“Depends on why you’re asking,” Tom says, with a smirk and a cock of his head.

“Cheeky!” Lois chides, swatting at him. “Connie’s managed to get us a spot singing at the Ducie tomorrow night, if you fancy it? Been a while since we’ve sung together, should be fun.”

She blanches, not quite knowing what to say, frantically wracking her mind for any excuse to say no. “Won’t you need someone to stop at home with Vera?”

“Your mum’s offered,” she says cheerily.

Shit. Of course she has.

“Oh…oh yeah, I’ll be there then,” she says reluctantly, a tight smile on her face.

“Looks like I will be an’ all then,” Tom says, eyeing her carefully, before looking back at his sister. “S’pose it can’t hurt to listen to your caterwauling if I can have a few pints at the same time.”

Lois rolls her eyes. “Don’t be late! We’re on at seven.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tom raises his eyebrows and then turns his attention back to her as she stands awkwardly behind the till. “Will I be seeing you tonight then?”

She purses her lips, inhaling deeply through her nose. She doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t, simply shaking her head.

“Right”, he says curtly, “tomorrow it is then. Dinner break’s almost over, I’d best be getting back.”

Her shoulders relax once he’s finally gone, and she feels like she can breathe again. There is a part of her that regrets not having it out with him, but she knows her mum’s shop isn’t the place for it. She hopes her rejection of him stings just as much as what she’d been privy to yesterday morning.

Lois looks at her curiously over her shoulder as she moves to go back upstairs. “Something going on there?”

“No,” she replies, going back to tidying the sweet bags, “nothing at all.”

The Ducie Arms is busy when she arrives on Saturday evening, and she finds herself grateful for how hot, crowded and loud it is, no chance of needing to have any awkward conversations.

She keeps a firm grip on her pint glass, eyes scanning the crowd. Those not sitting around tables chatting have gathered near to the pub’s small stage, waiting for Lois and Connie’s set to begin.

She sighs inwardly as she spots Tom in her peripheral vision. He sidles up to her uncertainly, leaning in to be heard above the rowdiness around him.

“Knocked for you on the way here, your mum said you’d left already.”

His breath against the shell of her ear causes her to shudder, and her hold on her glass tightens, focusing on the feeling of the moisture of the condensation that’s gathering on the outside of it to ground herself.

“Didn’t realise you wanted to walk here together, sorry”, she says, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead.

His nostrils flare slightly, a sign he’s getting annoyed. She bristles, expecting him to say something hurtful, just like he always does when he loses his temper.

“Drink?” He asks, surprising her so much that for a moment her composure almost slips.

She blinks rapidly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “Got one, thanks” she replies, holding up her pint glass.

“Right. Suit yourself,” he tells her, before pushing through the crowd to the bar.

She is certain that Lois and Connie’s voices harmonise beautifully together, though she is unable to focus on any of the songs they sing. Tom’s intense, annoyed stare feels as though it’s burning a hole in the side of her head. Every time she glances over, he’s staring at her, clearly not paying any more attention than what she is.

As soon as their final song comes to a close, and she’s given them an obligatory clap, she makes a beeline for the doors of the pub, eager to get away.

The relief of the cool night air against her skin is short-lived, as the doors swing back open and Tom follows her out.

“Walk you home?” He offers, hands in his pockets.

“Nah, I’ll be fine, go back inside,” she tells him, beginning to walk away.

Tom jogs ahead, rounding on her, blocking her path. “What the fuck is up wi’ you?!” He stares angrily down at her.

“Nothing, why?” She lies with a shrug.

“You’re acting weird, things aren’t right between us,” he says, sidestepping to stop her retreat.

“We’re mates, aren’t we?” Her voice is meek, in direct conflict with the neutrality she wants to convey. 

“I dunno,” he huffs, “are we? You’ve barely said two words to me the last couple of days, you won’t come round to the flat–”

“Pretty sure you’ve got someone else that can come round in my place,” she snaps, cutting him off.

Tom’s brow furrows, his lips pulling back in confusion. “What are you on about?”

Three days’ worth of pent up emotions erupt as she shouts at him. “I fucking saw you, Tom! Came by the garage to give you your lighter back on Thursday morning and saw you with some woman. You were all over each other!”

His expression remains frozen in confusion for a moment, before his eyebrows raise, realisation dawning, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re mardy over that? You’re jealous?!”

Her fists clench at her sides, her body hot with a mixture of anger and humiliation. She’s unsure whether she wants to smack him or burst into tears. “Oh, piss off!” She spits, pushing past him and striding away down the street.

“Wait!” He calls out after her, quickly catching up with her in long strides. “It’s not what you think, I promise. It’s just…” he sighs, “...they tip if I flirt with them.”

She scowls, nose wrinkling in disgust, not slowing her pace. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?!”

“It’s just flirting, nothing more than that, I swear. I’ve been saving the tips, I figure one day the money will come in handy.”

While it’s a relief to hear he hasn’t been messing around with other women, her feelings still weigh heavily upon her, and it’s clear Tom can see it too.

“What else is botherin’ ya?”

She stops, sighing and running a hand through her hair. “What are we doing, Tom? What is this? Mates don’t get jealous like this.”

His face immediately softens, he reaches for her hand, and she lets him. “The money I’ve been setting aside, it’s for the future, our future. Not as mates, whatever you want us to be.”

“Tommy, I–”

“No, wait! I’ll do you one better. It’s Sunday tomorrow, so the shop’s closed, yeah?”

She nods.

“Good, don’t go out. I’ll come to yours tomorrow, show you exactly what it is that we’re doing.”

This time it’s her turn to stare at him in confusion, her lips pressed in a tight line. “What are you gonna do?”

“Just trust me, alright?”

Tom walks her the rest of the way home in silence, a plume of smoke billowing out behind him from his lit cigarette.

When they reach her front door, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. The sensation of having him in such close proximity once more makes her tummy flutter. The gesture is so tender that she feels annoyed at how easy it is for her to forgive him. How can she be angry at him when he looks at her like that, like he needs her?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. Night, Tommy.”

“Night, darlin’,” he says with a wink, before walking off down the street.

Her mind races with the possibilities of what he could have planned as she goes to sleep that night. 

The following day she’s filled with nervous energy, unable to keep still as she waits for him to arrive. Unfortunately for her, he isn’t prompt with his arrival and it’s not until she sits at the kitchen table with her mum to peel potatoes for their tea that she hears the door knock.

The potato and peeler she’s holding both clatter to the table top, the legs of the chair scraping noisily against the kitchen floor as she stands abruptly, rushing to answer the front door, wiping her hands on her skirt.

“Your mum in?” Tom asks, as she opens the door, eyes bright and a confident smile on his face.

“Yeah, why?” She asks, eyes narrowing slightly. If he’s come round to ask for a quickie on the sofa she’ll slam the door in his face.

“Need to speak to her,” he says airily, brushing past her.

Her suspicion turns quickly to confusion as she trails after him into the kitchen. Her eyes feel as though they’ll bulge out of her head with shock as she sees him get down on one knee in front of her mum.

“Tom, what-”

He holds up a hand to silence her, continuing to look at her mum. “I’ve come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

Her mum’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, she looks wide eyed from Tom to her, then back again.

For a moment she’s too stunned to speak, and when she finds her voice again it’s quiet and shaky. “Tommy, get up. Please.”

He stands slowly, unsure of himself as his fingers twitch by his sides. She knows that if he had his lighter to hand right now he’d be flicking it.

“I just…I know it’s the proper thing to ask your dad, but he’s not around anymore. Wanted to do right by ya,” he says, and suddenly he’s that little boy again, apologising for pretending to spit in her hair.

“Can we talk?” She asks, her eyes soft with sympathy.

He nods, his gaze lowered and walks out of the kitchen.

“Sorry, mum,” she says, “I’ll explain later, okay? Just need to pop out for a bit.”

Her mum huffs a soft laugh, continuing to peel potatoes. “Fine by me, love.”

They sit on their wall. The same wall that has been a part of so many moments in their lives as they’ve passed sweets back and forth. This time it’s a ring box that Tom passes to her.

She opens it, looking at the delicate gold band nestled within. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“I know it’s not much to look at,” he says apologetically, “was hoping to have a bit more time to save up for something more flash, but maybe I can have a diamond or something added to it once I’ve got the money.”

Her eyes look up from the ring box to Tom. His gaze is so pleading it makes her heart ache and what she’s about to tell him is twice as difficult. “Tom, I can’t marry you.”

“Why not?” He asks, a frown tugging at his brows.

“Because we can’t just jump straight from whatever this is into marriage,” she explains gently, “we’ve never even courted.”

“Courted?!” He says mockingly, a laugh escaping him. “Who d’you think you are?!”

She can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth, as she looks away, embarrassed. “Don’t take the piss.”

“Come on, you and me, it makes sense.”

She chews her lip anxiously. She hates this, hates knocking him back. “We’ve just been mates up until now, you’ve always said that, why do you suddenly want a wife?”

Tom sighs, rolling his eyes. “Just try the ring on, see if it fits.”

“Us getting married isn’t going to suddenly fix everything, Tommy, you’re not well.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

The anger that flashes in his eyes as his jaw ticks and he stares her down causes her to shrink away from him. He’s never looked at her like that before, it frightens her.

“Since you’ve been back, you’re not the same,” she says quietly, turning the ring box around in her hands, “you’re not well. I think–”

“Don’t you fucking dare say shell shock, I swear to god,” he grits out lowly.

“I didn’t say that, I just think you need to speak to someone. Getting married isn’t going to fix anything, Tom,” her tone is pleading, desperate.

“Everything I’ve done, all of it, has always been for you,” he says bitterly. “The thought of coming back to Longsight, back to you, was all that kept me going on that fucking ship. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, but if you’re able to look at me and not feel the same way then maybe we’re not doing what I think we’re doing.”

A lump forms in her throat, as a void opens in her chest. “What are you saying?”

He swallows, sniffing, fingers drumming nervously on his knees. “Maybe we’re not mates, maybe we’re not anything.”

“Are you finishing with me?” Her voice wobbles, betraying the tears she’s holding back.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, tone suddenly callous as the mask goes back up, “are you giving that ring back?”

She doesn’t want this. Not like this. She sniffs back her tears, cringing at how pathetic the single syllable sounds as it passes her lips. “Yes.”

He exhales, his expression hateful as he nods slowly, taking the box back. “Then yeah, I’m finishing with you.”

Tom jumps down from the wall, walking quickly away and she watches him go. The tears that she’s spent the past four days pushing down spill over in earnest, as her shoulders shake with the force of her sobs.

Not mates. Not anything.

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[daaydreamy]

hand feeding subrry during aftercare 💖

your smile is so infectious

summary: y/n and harry during their aftercare routine. 

warnings: none. 

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Can you remind me to buy grapes when we get groceries?” Y/N asked Harry before popping a grape into her mouth, humming a little tune as she got in bed beside Harry. He was still lying down, tired but in the best way possible, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he tried to stay awake. The duvet was pulled up over half of his body, his skin still a little tacky with sweat and his hair still a bit too frizzy and messy, his jaw just a little sore. 

“Mhm.” Harry replied and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Y/N was handing Harry a grape, looking over at him as she waited for him to take it from between her fingers. But instead, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, making her huff out a laugh through her nose as she watched him eat it from her hand. He gave her a tight-lipped smile while chewing, eyes crinkling at the corners with dimples in his cheeks. 

“‘S easier that way.” He shrugged and he could see her smiling as she bit into a strawberry, eating half of it and raising her hand up to his mouth to feed him the rest of it. 

He gave her a fond, slightly teasing smile, making her furrow her brows as he ate the rest of the strawberry, leaving the leaf. 

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?”

“That smile. I know that smile.”

“Well, it’s just, you know. Maybe you do like feeding me.”

“Right.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. Every single time they did this she would always say that she hates having to put food in his mouth like a goddamn child, despite continuing to still bring food up to his mouth while they chatted about random things in bed after sex, sharing random thoughts while eating little snacks. 

“Just eat.” She shook her head, pushing a grape into his mouth forcefully.

“You love me.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

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[twice-my-age-simp]

[Chapter 5] | So It Goes...

Polly Gray x FemReader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1767

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You were awoken by the sound of something falling from the vanity or dresser. Second noise that reached your ears was Polly muttering 'Fuck'. After you opened your eyes, you did notice it was still pretty dark, what could mean that Polly knocked something off while she went to the bathroom or something.

Your movements didn't go unnoticed by Polly. "Sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you up." You felt as she crawled onto the bed and got under the duvet, she hugged you from behind.

"It's okay." You murmured and turned around to face her. You embraced her and put your head on her chest, not even looking at her.

"Oh" She chuckled softly at you.

"Shut up. What time is it?" You questioned as you played with her nightgown. Eyes still closed.

"Around 4, So go back to sleep." She hid her face in your hair, so her words were muffled but, you heard her anyway. Polly was playing with your hair and you drifted back to sleep.

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After another 3 hours of sleep you woke up, first, this time. You snuggled up to Polly, trying not to wake her up.

Ten minutes passed and you hadn't heard a sound, so boys probably left earlier. They haven't known about your relationship, you only told Ada, obviously. Every time when you met one of them in the morning, you said that you slept in Ada's old room because you had counted the money to late hours or drank a little with Polly and didn't want to go back home alone.

You were too comfortable and too deep in your thoughts that you didn't feel Polly had moved and woke up as well. You felt one hand on your back and the other one on your hip and before you could say something, a squeal left your mouth as she flipped you over so she was on top, straddling you "Polly!"

She put a hand on your mouth. "Shush" You took her hand off your face, kissing her. "Don't worry, it's too quiet, so I assume we're alone." You claimed smiling.

Her face hovered over yours, lips almost touching. "But it does not mean, you can fucking scream." You leaned up to kiss her but she backed away, a teasing smile on her face as you whined. Once she saw a bigger pout on your face, she let in and kissed you.

As you were kissing, her hand drifted under your nightgown, squeezing your breast. You gasped at the gesture, only making it easier for Polly to let her tongue in. Your hands drifted to her hair, tugging on the strands.

Polly grabbed your hands, putting them above your head on the pillow, pinning them with one of hers. She retreated from your lips as you both ran out of the breath. She moved to your neck, nipping at the skin. A breathy moans started leaving your mouth, your hips bucking.

After a moment she moved down to your chest, leaving trial of red marks on the surface.

"Polly-" You were cut off by your own moan as she bit your nipple through the nightgown, you could feel her smirk. She pulled back from you and shifted to face you again.

"What happened, sweetie?" Polly asked softly like she wasn't just biting you a second ago. "Do you need something?" As she said that, she pulled down the strap of the night dress, leaning down and starting to kiss you, but this time on the shoulder.

"Please" She let go of your hands but by look on her face, you knew, they're staying there. She removed herself from you, sitting. Your feet moved upwards, bending your legs at the knees. A small smirk appeared on her face as she put hands on your knees to open your legs and get between them.

However she leaned over you again. As she looked into your eyes, she grabbed the bottom of your nightgown and pulled it over your head, you lifted your hips up to make it easier for her to take it off. When she finally pulled it off you and threw it on the floor, Polly started drawing patterns on your stomach, chest, thighs, technically everywhere but not where you wanted her to.

"Polly, stop bloody teasing, please." A loud whimper left your throat and your hips bucked up.

A quiet chuckle came from Polly, taking a hold of your hips, pulling them back on the mattress. "Shush, they can be back anytime now. So just be quiet, because I don't think we want to get caught, do we?" She teased, leaning down and starting to lay kisses, firstly between your breasts, then she moved down to your torso, leaving open kisses. Your quiet and breathy moans echoed through the room. "Especially with your sweet moans and legs wide open." At her sentence, a louder moan escaped from your lips.

As she put your leg over her shoulder, you thought she ended with teasing but Polly began leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thigh.

"Polly, please st-" You cut off yourself with a gasp, when she finally gave in and laid kiss on your clit, then starting to suck and lick a tight patterns. Your hand went behind your head, grabbing the pillow under you.

The moment she entered her tongue into you, a loud, long moan broke out from your throat. You placed your hand over your mouth to silence the sounds that were coming from you. Polly smirked against your cunt, the reaction she received from you, only giving her a reason to carry on.

Your knuckles turned white as you grabbed the pillow tightly. You knew that you were close to finishing and tried to tell her but every time you tried to say something, a breathy moan came out.

"Pol... I'm clo-" You were cut off with sudden gasp as her tongue hit that special spot inside of you. Polly dug her nails into your skin, giving you a sign that it's okay to cum, since she didn't want to back off. Your hand let go of the pillow and went to grasp her by the hair, making her groan. A muffled moan forced its way through as your back arched, slowly coming down from your high.

Polly laid one last kiss on your clit, sliding your leg down onto the bed. She moved up to you, leaving little kisses along the way. When she finally kissed you on the lips, you could feel your wetness on her chin.

"We need to get ready, darling." She muttered, getting off the bed and heading to the wardrobe.

"Really? Can't we just lay a little longer? Please." You pleaded and reached for the duvet, wrapping it around yourself. You hadn't heard a reply from her so you closed your eyes, going back to sleep.

When Polly came back, fully dressed, she let out a chuckle at the sight before her. She climbed on the bed, crawling to you. "Love, get up." She runs her fingertips through your hair, the other one rubbing your shoulder.

"No" You mumbled, hiding your head under the sheets. Polly shook her head, smiling and fully sitting down and pulling you closer, your head resting on her chest. As she played with your hair you started to drift back to sleep until you heard the front door slam. Polly quickly got up, put her shoes on and walked to the door. "Second drawer, your clothes are there. Get dressed, I'll be downstairs." You only nodded.

You swiftly climbed off the bed, taking your clothes from the drawer, not really thinking, where Polly got them from. After you dressed and brushed your hair, you left the room heading downstairs.

"Good morning" You heard Arthur's voice coming from the couch. You looked up and saw everyone sitting there. Literally everyone, even Ada with Karl, Esme and John, kids running around the house.

"Well, hello." You greeted back, clearly confused by the situation. "Something happened? Whole fuc... Whole family, in one place. A little suspicious." You corrected yourself as soon as you saw Ada holding Karl.

"Everything's perfect. I got better question, why you came downstairs just now, same situation with aunt Pol." Tommy commented. Your eyes went from Thomas to Polly, who was standing next to a window, you trying to come up with some excuse.

"I-I- I couldn't find one thing and-and asked Polly to help me." You mentally slapped yourself for that but you had no time to think about something better. Everyone's gaze traveled to Polly, only Ada sat there, smirking and mouthed to you 'You look for really nice things'. You didn't say anything in response, blushing at her 'joke'.

"Y/N is right, but then I heard you coming in and decided to go back down." You gazed at her, Polly only winked and smiled.

"Fascinating but, come on now, we need to open up." Esme wasn't really interested in the conversation.

"Polly and Y/N, can you wait?" You heard Ada asking. You turned around and walked over to her, sitting on the couch. "It's about Karl. Freddie doesn't feel well lately, can you look after him for a while? Please." Ada asked and you could hear that she was really worried about her husband and son.

"Of course. Bring his clothes and toys and anything you consider important." Polly agreed almost immediately. Ada turned to you, waiting for your answer. You nodded with concerned smile.

"I'll stay here for a while longer, I sleep in your old bedroom already, there is enough place for this little man." You took Karl onto your arms, smiling at him.

"Mhm, in my room." She joked softly and smiled at the little boy as he started mumbling and playing with your blouse.

"And where else she would stay. It's only empty room." Polly claimed, not getting Ada's joke.

Ada covered Karl's ears, turning towards her aunt. "Don't tell me you're fucking in my old bed." She muttered, trying to look serious. Polly shoot her a glare and you bursted out laughing.

"Jesus Christ, Ada." Polly hissed, turning on her heels and walking around the room.

"Is that a yes or a no." Ada continued.

"No, Ada. We did not." Your giggles filled the room, you stand up, still holding Karl in your arms. "Your mom has a weird sense of humor." You pretend to whisper it to him.

"Hey! I'm still here." She exclaimed.

"You better go and bring these things." Polly remarked, nodding at the door.

[dareactions]

for a shorter request: what about pre and post breakup Solas reacting to a warrior inquisitor with the templar spec going through lyrium withdrawals?

Pre: He wishes he could do more, his hands gently rubbing circles on their back. It's not easy kicking an addiction- especially not one that clings so well to the bones like Lyrium does. It's not something you just quit cold turkey either, it's a mixture of careful dosage lessening for months and dealing with episodes of 'needing a fix' as Varric so wonderfully put it. Solas frowns as he feels a shiver pass through them, ripping him from his thoughts. ''Cold?'' He mumbles softly, they're underneath a pretty warm duvet so that's a bit concerning. He gets the most pathetic little noise in response and Solas heart shatters just a little bit. Maybe he should rip the Templar building apart brick by brick at some point, for getting the person he loves to this point? ''You're wearing that expression again.'' The Inquisitor mumbles, a cold hand on his face. ''No clue what you're on about there, I believe you're imagining that one.'' Solas tilts his head slightly, inspecting the way a smile tugs at their lips like he would any artwork. ''Sure, alright. I'll let you off the hook this time.'' They laugh, it's a bit of a shell of it's former sound but Solas loves it all the same. He makes a point to pull up the duvet the slightest bit, adjusting the teacup on the bedside table so it's handle is closer. ''I do think I have a spell that can soothe, even if just momentarily.''

Post: It's one thing to watch someone you love suffer, it's another to watch them suffer from afar. He never takes his eyes off them for too long whenever their health starts to decline. Solas knows it's an uphill battle to betterment and how he wishes he could be there for it. Watching them seek out Cullen for understanding and bonding makes him feel - annoyed? It's not the right word but not even he knows what it is anymore.

He adjusts the book in his hand, forcing his eyes back to the page he has re-read maybe six or seven times at this point. He's not even gotten past the first paragraph.

It's so frustrating because it's his own doing too. He knew they wanted to go on this journey yet he decided to not go on it with them- and it just makes him feel a million times worse.

Solas likes to pretend he isn't the one leaving small notes with tea blends or whatever else he knows helps. It's easier for both of them to pretend its someone else.

[starwarsmum]

How does Wednesday keep sneaking up on me??? Introducing: Mousinette! Chapter 19, Damian Tries Something New

When Damian awoke the next morning, he woke in stages. His first thought was of the pleasant warmth against his side, a light weight across his chest. His second was that he felt well rested, better than he usually did. And when he was fully conscious, he marvelled at how comfortable he felt with her pressed against him.

He lay there for some time, giving himself permission to just enjoy it. Eventually he eased himself out from underneath her, laying her gently in the space he left behind. She muttered something before snuggling deeper into the duvet, and he smiled. She had spoken previously about how difficult it was for her to wake in the morning and he found it endearing. 

After using the facilities and pulling on the t-shirt Marinette had left out for him, he made his way into the kitchen. After making a coffee for himself, he quickly perused the refrigerator and cupboards, wondering if he had sufficient time to make her breakfast. She often had a baked treat when they met for coffee before work, and he knew that pancakes could be similar…

Marinette awoke an hour or so later, to the shrill screech of her smoke detector blaring to life. Leaping out of bed in a daze, she hurried to grab her phone and the Miracle box, only halting when she heard Damian cursing from the kitchen. Allowing herself to fully wake up, she sighed and stuffed the box away again.

She rushed next to the kitchen, spotting a frying pan on the stove and Damian at her apartment window, trying to clear the dark cloud from the space. She closed her bedroom door behind her so the smoke didn't invade too much, before hurrying over to help Damian. It took several minutes to get the alarm to switch off and at that point he was looking very put out.

“Apologies, Marinette,” he said in a low voice. “I was attempting to make breakfast for you but it appears I vastly underestimated the difficulty of pancakes.” Marinette tried to keep the giggles that threatened to consume her at bay, but only succeeded up until he gave her a hurt look. By the time she was finished, he looked thoroughly annoyed.

“I'm so sorry,” she gasped eventually, wiping the tears and some sleep from her eyes. She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around his waist to soften her next words. “It's just, I seem to remember a certain billionaire's son saying that cooking couldn't possibly be that hard,” she teased, gratified when a grimace crossed his features.

“Yes, well, clearly I was mistaken,” he huffed, clearly affronted but consenting to wrap his arms around her nonetheless. She snuggled into him, closing her eyes and breathing in his slightly smokey scent. “I am sorry I was unable to perform such a simple task, Starling, although I suppose at the least I succeeded in providing you with entertainment.”

“Oh, absolutely,” she grinned, reaching up to press a kiss to his jaw. The smile melted into something softer when he pressed his own lips to the top of her head and she allowed herself to just enjoy the moment. After, she stepped back and surveyed the damage, mind running through possibilities. “Okay, do I have any eggs left after your…attempt?”

“You have five eggs remaining,” he responded in a flat tone, tweaking her hip as she moved away, laughing. She darted around the kitchen, picking out eggs, cheese, mushrooms and onions. He seemed content to watch her, settling into a seat. 

“Alright, how do you feel about omelettes? Because they're a bit easier than pancakes and I'm here to guide you this time,” she said teasingly, pulling a clean frying pan from the cupboard. When he grumbled an assent, she motioned for him to come and stand with her. “Okay, can you dice the onion into small chunks, about this big?” She demonstrated by holding her finger and thumb a short distance apart.

“If that is what you require, I can make an attempt,” he said, apparently in better humour again. He got to work, methodical and precise, and she watched him for a moment before continuing to gather supplies. When he was finished, she asked him to slice the mushrooms thinly and he had finished by the time she had the butter melting on the stove.

“Okay, next is to crack three eggs into this bowl, and whisk them until slightly frothy,” she explained, dumping the vegetables into the pan. They continued, and when it came time to pour the eggs into the pan, Marinette turned her space over to him. “I'm going to grate the cheese, keep an eye on that and let me know when it starts bubbling.”

Once she was done grating, she sprinkled It liberally over the pan. It then went under the grill to finish cooking. It didn't take long and soon Damian was turning a perfectly golden omelette onto a plate. Marinette segmented it, taking a couple of small pieces from each half and placing them to the side. Damian poured some fresh coffee for both of them, and Marinette moved the three plates to the seating area.

“I'll be right back, feel free to start!” She said, bouncing into the bedroom again. Pulling the Miracle box back out of its hiding place, she hesitated for only a moment before activating Plagg's ring again. “Morning Plagg, I thought you might like to join us for a cheese omelette breakfast? Tikki, you too.”

With both of the Kwamis settled in her hair, she walked back through and took her own seat. Damian raised his eyebrows when Tikki and Plagg emerged, but didn't say anything. It wasn't until they had all finished their breakfasts that Plagg broke the silence.

“So this is the new guy, Pigtails?” Plagg remarked, zooming close to Damian's face. Although he didn't flinch, his eyes were slightly wide - and a little crossed, trying to keep them on the tiny God of Destruction - and he remained silent as he waited for Marinette to introduce them. “Gotta say, you sure are a sucker for green eyes, isn't she Sugar Cube?”

“Plagg, be nice,” came Tikki’s squeaky voice, tone unamused. “Sorry about him, it's in his nature to be as chaotic as possible. And his previous holder was pretty repressed so the chaos was good for him.”

“Damian, these are Tikki and Plagg, Kwamis of Creation and Destruction. Tikki was how I became Ladybug and Plagg was with Chat Noir. I had to take him back when things ended with Hawkmoth and take him out of the box occasionally to keep balance with Tikki. Plagg, Tikki, this is Damian my…” she trailed off, looking at Damian furtively, wondering how to introduce him. “...my Damian,” she said eventually, shrugging.

“Tt, I think you are safe to address me as your boyfriend, if that is comfortable with you,” he said, sounding nonchalant but looking decidedly red around the ears. Marinette grinned and her feet bounced lightly, although she managed not to squeak. 

“Okay, as long as you're going to call me your girlfriend,” she said gamely, brightening even further when he nodded and his posture relaxed. 

“Blech, and I thought Chat was a romantic,” Plagg complained, floating over to Tikki. “Even he would be disgusted at this. I know I like things cheesy, Pigtails, but not this cheesy.”

“Alright, I'm sorry,” she muttered, pouting and standing up. “Do you want anything else before you go back in the box? Okay then,” she said when he confirmed he did not. “I'll be right back.”

She thanked Plagg for coming out, and put him back in the box, before thanking Tikki and letting her float back to her perch. She closed the bedroom door gently before making her way back to Damian. He had moved to the sink and was washing the dishes they had used, as well as the ones from his failed attempt at pancakes.

She joined him silently, drying the dishes as he set them down and then putting them back in their proper places. She could feel a more serious conversation looming, knew that they had been putting it off ever since lunch the previous day, but had no idea where to begin. So it was a relief when Damian did.

“I have not yet thanked you for choosing to share your secrets with me,” he said, pulling her down onto her sofa with him. He kept hold of her hand, thumb making circles. He didn't seem able to look into her face and it made her nervous. “I cannot describe how it makes me feel that you trust me. And I also do not wish to go into our relationship with secrets, as you have already learned of my night time activities.

“I was raised in the League of Assassins,” he continued after taking a deep breath and, once he had taken that first step, it seemed as though a dam had been broken. “My mother and her father were not good people, they raised me in their traditions and I…have more blood on my hands than I like to remember. I was born with the sole purpose of acquiring the mantle of Robin and succeeding the leadership of the League.

“I was known as the Heir to the Demon for much of my life, it is where the name ‘Demon Spawn' originated. In my quest to take the mantle of Robin,” he continued, and his hand tightened on hers, “I attempted to take the previous Robin's life. It is fortunate that I did not succeed, although I was very angry at the time. I cut ties with my mother after my grandfather passed away, although she will occasionally attempt to reinstate contact.

“I would like to believe that my past is far behind me, as I have lived with my father since my tenth birthday but…I am short tempered and find it difficult to interact with others. But I care for you, more than I ever thought would be possible for me, and I would like to pursue this relationship. Being around you makes me happy,” he whispered, as though he was bewildered.

A silence followed as he had apparently exhausted himself with his speech. Marinette took a few minutes as well, trying to process the information he had given her without voicing the horror she was feeling at his mother. But behind the horror was an overwhelming need to assure him that she wasn't frightened of his past, so she withdrew her hand from his and cupped his face in both of hers.

“Damian, you had no control over where you were born. You had no control over what they made you do, what they turned you into. But now that you do have control of your life, you work every day to make your home better. And I am so lucky,” she dropped her voice low and kept her eyes, unwavering, on his, “so, so lucky, to know you now. You make me happy too.”

She thought there might have been tears in his eyes but she leaned in and kissed him gently, trying to convey the closeness she felt to him right then. He responded slowly, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair. The kiss turned from chaste to heated quickly, and Marinette lost herself in the sensation of being pressed backwards, his body dwarfing hers.

When his hands drifted from her hip, she gasped and kissed him harder. He pulled away briefly, murmuring something about relocating to her bed. She agreed hastily, allowing him to pull her up with him, wrapping her arms and legs around him so she could continue kissing him. He carried her to the bedroom, the door snicking shut behind them.

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 11

Paring: Changbin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, mention of blood, sexual fantasies, sweet names, pet names

Word Count: 4498

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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You woke up in the morning with a terrible stomach ache. The tremendous contraction felt like knives being driven into your belly. You knew the pain well, you started your period. You quickly grabbed your bag and desperately began to rummage through it. Your eyes lit up when you managed to find the only sanitary pad you always carried with you, just in case.

You grabbed your new clothes and quickly made your way to the bathroom.

“Oh hi Y/n. Have you had enough sleep…?" Before Seungmin could finish, you disappeared behind the bathroom door.

You closed the door and turned on the hot water in the shower. The room quickly filled with warm steam. You stepped into the shower, and the hot water caressing your skin brought you much-needed relaxation. The contractions slowly stopped, so you closed your eyes and immersed your head in the streams of water. Drops ran down your cheeks, dripping onto your bare arms.

You quickly dressed and disappeared back into your room. You felt terrible and had no intention of getting out of bed.

You said that today you're blowing off school, your stomach pain was even worse than in the morning, and your general mood put you in a depressed mood. The first day of your period has always been brutal for you. But today was a tragedy. You've never felt so bad before. You couldn't help it when the contractions were getting stronger.

You pulled the duvet over you, pulled your legs up and closed your eyes. You were hoping that today no one would even approach you and you could rest.

Only after a while did you realize that you don't have any more sanitary pads or tampons, and you won't last long on makeshift pads made of toilet paper. You didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, let alone go to the store for sanitary pads. 

You've been wondering for a long time what to do with yourself and how to get sanitary pads, but the deafening headache didn't make it any easier. You could feel your head throbbing, and even the slightest amount of light shining through the tiny holes you had left in the quilt to get some fresh air annoyed you.

The thought ran through your head to call Sebastian to get you some menstrual products, but first of all you weren't sure if you wanted him to meet the boys again and secondly it was really embarrassing to ask a much older guy about it . 

You sank deeper into your bed, trying to stop the growing pain in your stomach. You felt that from the comfortable position and the warmth of the soft duvet you started to want to sleep. Slowly your eyelids got heavier and heavier.

You had almost fallen asleep when a loud knock on the door woke you up. All you managed to muster was a quiet "Come in," but no one came in. You repeated it louder, but again no one answered. You scrambled out of bed, trying to straighten up. However, the pain in your stomach didn't even let you think about straightening up. On your first attempt, the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen made it possible for you to crawl to the door on all fours.

You pulled the handle and with great pain you managed to open the door. You looked wasted. Despite the morning bath, drops of sweat formed on your forehead, every hair stood out in a different direction, and your face was pale as a sheet.

A visibly annoyed Minho stood in the doorway. "You're late with my breakfast..." He didn't finish his sentence and his expression changed 180 degrees. There was no longer a grimace of indignation on his face, and it was replaced by concern in the boy's eyes.

“Y/n what's going on? Why are you so pale? Are you feeling unwell?” He started to panic a bit. You could bet anyone that Minho would be the last person you'd suspect of something like this.

"I'm fine. My stomach hurts a bit." You gritted your teeth as you tried to get up off your knees. However, the contraction in your lower abdomen was so strong that you immediately fell to the ground, clutching your stomach.

Minho quickly rushed over to you, put your hand around his neck and took you in his arms. He carried you, like a princess, to bed. Even though you felt bad, you couldn't help but notice his lovely features. His purple hair covered his beautiful, sparkling eyes.

He placed you gently on the bed and was about to leave, but you grabbed him by the sleeve of the leather jacket he wore so often. The boy looked at you in surprise and sat next to you on the bed.

“What's going on Y/n?” Your snow-white face turned red as soon as he spoke.

You fought with yourself for a long time to gather yourself to tell him the truth. But the longer you sat in silence, the more the chance of someone helping you slipped away from you.

“So…I well…I have…period.” You whispered so softly that even the boy sitting next to you couldn't hear.

"Do you think I know what you're saying? Use a little voice, it'll be easier." He bit back aggressively, but didn't cross the line.

“I have…I have my period.” The boy's expression as soon as he heard about it was priceless. The boy was shocked, his whole body tensed and he started to wander around the room. “I have a request…Could you…Could you buy me some sanitary pads? I can't get out of bed, and if we don't want a bloody flood here, I need some pads." You finished and hid your face in your hands.

The boy just nodded his head and without a word, quickly walked out of the room closing the door behind him. You were left alone in the silence, you could have sworn that the boy blew you off and laughed right after he left the room. However, you faintly hoped that he might have some sympathy for you.

But right now it was more important not to get carried away by the pain that was attacking your whole body. You closed your eyes in search of relief, but your rest was interrupted by a knock on the door.

You didn't even manage to open your eyes when the other 7 guys entered the room. Everyone was holding something else in their hands. From a hot water bottle to all kinds of sweets. The boys gathered around you, asking about everything. The questions mixed with each other, causing confusion in your head.

You finally couldn't take it anymore and burst out. "Hey, but did you know that period is not a fatal disease?! Tomorrow will be better. I just need to rest for a while." Your slight elation stunned the others. Each of the guys handed you what they had for you and stepped back.

Suddenly, Minho ran into the room panting. His beautifully styled hair was now stuck to his forehead. The boy's breathing was rapid and unstable, which made you believe that he must have been running here.

“I didn't know which ones to take at all, so I took them all. Long, short, thin, thick, pink, blue, green…” the boy went on as he took out more packages of sanitary pads and tampons.

Your eyes got bigger with each packet. You didn't even know that someone would actually come up with the idea to buy probably every possible option of menstrual products they had in the store.

"Thank you guys, I really appreciate what you're doing for me, but let me take my pill, put my hot water bottle on and take a nap." You said grabbing a small medicine container and taking out a small white pill.

The boys have agreed that they will leave you, but they will take turns coming to you every two hours to make sure everything is okay.

So you were able to rest today. You didn't have to do anything. You stayed in bed all day, they brought you food, changed the water in your hot water bottle, even sat next to you to keep you company.

You had no need to lie, it was by far the best first day of your period in your entire life.

The following days of the period were definitely better. You felt much better, your stomach didn't hurt, and your face regained its color. Even a smile appeared on your face, and you went to school normally. Of course the boys were still happy to help you and drive you everywhere.

The problem started on the 4th day when you woke up. Your breathing was quickened and your whole body was pierced by a pleasant warmth that surrounded your core the most. You've never had a dream like this before.

You dreamed that you were sitting in your room when Minho came to you and without further ado kissed you. You liked it very much and you kissed him back. After a while others started coming and you slowly tasted them. The taste of their sweet lips drove you crazy. The contact of so many lips with your sensitive body turned you on very much. The kisses got more and more passionate and you were getting wetter. But before anything else could happen, you had woken up.

You knew it was going to be an interesting day, you had a terrible desire. It's good that you were the only one who didn't have classes today and could calmly control your lust.

You got out of your warm, comfortable bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. As usual, your bath was slow and very pleasant. Warm drops replaced the lips of the boys, stroking your arms, waist, thighs. That feeling of a knot forming again came back.

You closed your eyes and slowly moved your hand from your face to your breasts. You grabbed the nipple between your fingers and began to twirl it, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

Even though you knew it wasn't appropriate, you tried to imagine that instead of a drop of water, it was the boys' mouths flooding your body with passionate kisses. Your breathing quickened and your head involuntarily threw back. You knew you were excited. With your free hand you slid down to your clitoris, pressing it, you started to make small circles.

A low, muffled moan escaped your lips. You leaned against the still-cool wall to keep your balance. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. Your breathing was shallow. You couldn't help but bite your lip. The idea of boys was driving you crazy.

You felt that your orgasm was already close, you were no longer able to hold back the melodious sounds flowing from your mouth. Suddenly you heard a loud bang of the door closing. Your eyes opened wide, and the image of the boys who had touched your body a moment ago disappeared. The whole wonderful mood went to fuck, and you ended the shower unfulfilled.

You were pissed at whoever slammed that door in that moment, but that meant you were finally home alone and you could finish your fun, in peace. You quickly jumped out of the bathroom and, wrapped in a towel, went to your room to get dressed

You were wearing beautiful red lace panties. Even though you had your period, you really wanted to wear them. After all, there are tampons. You didn't bother to wear a bra though. You pulled a short floral summer dress from your closet and put it on. You felt like you could run around the meadow right now chasing butterflies.

Satisfied, you went to the kitchen, which was beautifully lit by the sun coming through the large window. Your skin glistened in the sun's rays and warmth enveloped your body.

You wanted to make yourself breakfast taking advantage of the lack of people at home. You were finally free to rummage through the lockers without fear of being judged. You walked over to the fridge and was about to open it when you saw a small white note.

The first thing that caught your eye was your name. You already knew it was probably another order that Lino gave you. And of course you weren't wrong. It said in small letters that you had to clean the whole house until they got back.

At first you were pissed at Minho's next order, but after a while all the tension left you. For letting you live with them, you could at least do that much.

You quickly ate breakfast and went to the men's grotto, where you started cleaning. You put on some music in your headphones and let yourself be carried away by the songs. Before you knew it, you'd almost cleaned the entire downstairs floor. All that's left is to arrange things in a huge wardrobe.

You started to clean up the books when a small gold box caught your attention. Unable to resist, you grabbed it and opened the delicate lid. You see a pile of old childhood photos.

You looked at each photo carefully, because the place where they were taken seemed familiar to you. You were shocked and your heart skipped a beat when you came to a picture of a little boy. You knew this person well, he was your childhood best friend, and by the way the first boy you had a crush on. Unfortunately, after another move with your parents, your contact broke off, approximately 10 years ago, and you have never seen him again.

The photo in that house meant only one thing, that one of those guys was your childhood friend.

But which one? You wondered. So many emotions and conflicting thoughts were running through your head right now. How come you didn't recognize him? Has he recognized you? You couldn't take your mind off it even for a moment.

All you knew, at that moment, was that you wouldn't stop until you found out which one of them was your friend. The worst part was that none of them looked like L, because that was the name you remembered the boy had.

Tormented by thoughts about the found photo, you quickly finished cleaning and went upstairs to cover the entire ground floor. You started with the kitchen, as it was the best option, right in front of the boys' rooms, which you were a little afraid to enter.

You turned up the music on your headphones and started cleaning out the top cabinets. The dust in the air tickled your nose. You started to sneeze and it was a good thing you had something to grab onto, because standing on your tiptoes on the kitchen counter and reaching to the end of the cupboard wasn't a very smart or safe idea.

Trying to reach the last scrap that was farthest from you, you had to reach even further. Suddenly, you felt a rather strong blow to your buttock. You jumped in fear, but a sweet moan escaped your lips. You looked down to see who spanked you and saw Changbin. You were surprised by his presence, after all, only you had the day off. You wanted to go down to the boy, but your foot slipped off the counter and you almost fell. However, at the last moment, Bin caught you.

You felt his strong hands on your buttocks, holding you tightly. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You landed perfectly so that his face was between your tits.

The slight vibrations caused by the boy's lips, who obviously wanted to say something but couldn't, caused you to tighten your legs around him and several sweet moans escaped your lips.

The boy, gasping for breath, walked over to the counter and sat you down. Only the contact of the cold stone with your skin made you move away from the boy. However, the heat between your legs began to form again.

"Y/n I understand that this is how I affect girls, but to the boobs right away?." He started getting closer to you. He placed his hands on your bare thighs and moved them as close as possible to your core.

"I don't want to say anything, but you're the one who slapped my ass." You decided to join in the fun and tease him a bit. The desire in you grew stronger, and you became more and more courageous.

“I couldn't resist, your beautiful round buttocks sticking out from under the dress attracted my attention too much.” He continued slowly bringing his face closer to your neck.

As soon as his lips met your skin, you tilted your head back, allowing him easy access. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him to you. It was the signal for him to start. You felt every muscle in his body move with your touch, adjusting to your movements.

“Fuck y/n you’re so hot. I could take you here and now." Those words hit you like a red rag to a bull.

You slowly and sensually licked your lips, not taking your eyes off the boy. The sun shone on his muscular body, showing the muscles.

You smiled at him and pressed your lips together. The kiss wasn't innocent at all, it was full of passion and lust.

His hands continued to caress your thighs. You felt like you were in heaven. Finally, you didn't have to imagine boys. You had one live and exclusive.

You deepened the kiss, slightly parting your lips. The boy immediately took advantage of the opportunity and crept his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, saliva mixed, and your breaths became the only one.

You couldn't control yourself and grabbed your chest. With slow but firm movements, you began to caress your breasts. The extra stimulation only increased your desire.

You pulled your mouth away from the boy to gasp for air. You were both breathing heavily, and the boy had no intention of pulling away from you.

He noticed your hand, which was now playing with the effect that was visibly sticking out through the dress. 

You felt a firm grip on your wrist. Changbin grabbed your hand and put it around his neck.

"Let me help you baby girl." One corner of his mouth rose up. Kissing your sensitive neck, he began to move lower and lower. Slowly, stroking your body with his fingertips, he slipped down one strap of your dress.

Your body was craving more attention, and Bin's slow movements were driving you crazy. Unable to take it any longer, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your chest.

The boy was slightly surprised at how needy you were, but his expression quickly changed. The surprise in his eyes turned into a swashbuckling smile.

In one swift move, he pulled your dress down, exposing your breasts. The cool breeze that brushed your skin made you arch, moving even closer to Bin.

The cold air was quickly replaced by the boy's hot lips. A louder moan escaped your lips. Before, no one focused so much on your breasts.

The boy's tongue swirled around your nipple, moving from one breast to the other, spending the same amount of time on each.

Your pussy began to slowly throb, demanding more attention. Your whole body tensed as Changbin lightly bit your nipple. A victorious smile was painted on the boy's face as you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to you.

One of his hands slid down your waist, stopping between your legs. He cupped your nipple with his mouth and sucked hard on it.

The warmth of his lips and his saliva which additionally moistened your nipples caused that a muffled bunch of melodious moans came out of your mouth.

Satisfied with his actions, he crept a hand up your dress and only when you felt one of his fingers approach your panties you did stop him.

The boy looked at you worried. It's like he's scared he hurt you.

"Something wrong Y/n? Too soon?" He got worried and was about to pull away from you when you grabbed his shirt.

"I'm just still on my period, but that doesn't stop me from pleasing you." You said biting your lips.

You quickly jumped off the counter and grabbed his shirt, dragging him into the living room. You pushed him onto the couch and fell to your knees.

The boy made himself comfortable on the couch. He put his hands on the back of the couch and made his legs in a man's spread. He smiled nonchalantly.

You, like a cheetah on the hunt, began to creep towards him, on your knees.

He licked his lips as you ran your hands over his thighs. Your face was very close to his crotch, and your gaze never left his beautiful shining eyes for a second.

You pulled his shirt up with one hand, revealing his well-sculpted belly. You knew Bin was muscular, but not that much. You placed your other hand on the boy's already hard penis.

You didn't see what his penis looked like, but you knew it was big. You started to massage it through the material, causing him to throw his head back.

You smiled victoriously and, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't looking, placed a passionate kiss on his stomach, right next to the line of his boxers. The boy's body tensed, which made his muscles even more visible.

Unable to hold back any longer, you grabbed the fabric of his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You saw Changbin's large, fully erect penis. Your eyes widened and you sat motionless for a moment, staring at his dick. You thought it would be big but not THAT big.

However, seeing the boy, whose slightly narrowed eyes were fixed on you, you shook yourself out. You grabbed his penis at the base and ran your tongue along its entire length in one fluid motion.

A single moan escaped his lips, echoing in your ears. You knew it was the right way. 

You took the tip of his member into your mouth, sucking lightly on it. The boy threw his head back again as soft lips wrapped around his foreskin. The boy's penis began to throb slightly in your mouth, releasing pre-ejaculate. A slightly brackish liquid ran down its length, landing on your tongue.

Feeling the taste of the boy, you wanted to put the larger part of the penis in your mouth. You could safely say that half of his dick was in your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n. You are amazing." He breathed out between deep breaths. He reached out to you and grabbed your hair. Making your head move, tailored to his needs.

You moved your head slowly for now, your tongue running the entire length of his cock. The heat between your legs grew and became unbearable. Who would have thought that giving a boy a blowjob would turn you on so much?

You grabbed the rest of his member with one hand, stimulating him further. You perfectly combined the movements of your hand and your mouth, maximizing pleasure, and the boy's reaction only confirmed it to you. 

Changbin was sitting on the couch with his hand still in your hair. His breathing was unsteady and his eyes stared at you with command. Small droplets of sweat began to form on his exposed belly, and moans of pleasure escaped his mouth from time to time.

Unable to control the desire for fulfillment anymore, you stuck your free hand into your panties and began to make small circles around your clitoris. The touch on the very sensitive clitoris made you close your mouth harder and hand on Changbin's cock. This caused waves of slight tremors in the boy.

The grip in your hair showed that the boy was already close. You too felt your orgasm slowly approaching.

You sped up your head and arm movements. The boy's dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag, but you continued to give him pleasure. After a few more powerful movements, the boy came with your name on his lips. His cum shot out, down your throat. His penis throbbed and twitched in your mouth.

Continuing to please yourself, you waited for the boy to finish his orgasm, you carefully licked his tips and swallowed his juices. And after a few moves you came too. Your whole body shook and tensed intensely. He gently rubbed your back as he guided you through your orgasm.

Once you were both satisfied, he pulled up his pants and you sat on his lap.

“Y/n, I guess we need to stay home alone more often.” He chuckled cheekily, winking at you.

You just giggled lightly, punching him in the chest. You placed one last kiss on his lips and headed to the bathroom. You definitely needed to freshen up.

You spent the rest of the day alone in your room scrolling through your phone as the boy went to the gym. In the evening, everyone came home from school tired. You invited them to the table for a tasty and exquisite dinner prepared by you. Even though someone always cooked your meals for you, you loved to cook and you could finally show it.

Everyone was eating your food and the compliments were endless. You had a pleasant evening talking about today.

“Well Hyunjin now I know what you meant when you said Y/n kisses well. Her lips are amazing, and not just for kissing." Changbin fired suddenly.

As soon as you realized what the boy said, you choked on the food that happened to be in your mouth. Your fulminating eyes fixed on the boy, who was obviously proud of what he said. You had flashes of anger in your eyes and a blush of shame on your face.

The rest of the guys stopped eating and turned their full attention to you.

"What do you mean?" Seungmin asked curiously, shifting his gaze to Changbin.

He was about to say something but you cut him off by throwing the spoon you were holding at him. The laughter of everyone gathered in the living room made you want to sink into the ground.

“Ask Y/n, maybe someday she will tell you.” Changbin smirked and went back to eating.

You closed your eyes hoping that if you couldn't see the boys, they couldn't see you either. The boys, seeing that you were visibly frustrated, decided that they would not ask unnecessary questions. After all, they would find out everything later from Changbin anyway.

Everyone went back to eating and talking together and that was how your day ended.

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[alessiathepirate]

The Quarry

SLEEPING IN: Chris Hackett x fem!reader

Summary: Realizing she slept in when she shouldn't have was scary - until it wasn't.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

The Quarry men need some more appreciation.

Warnings: swearing, reader is an adult (even if I only reffered to it in like half a sentence)

•••

Waking up when the sun is already high up and shining, immediately blinding her as soon as she openes her eyes wasn't anything new to her. Sleeping in always felt nice - but then again it must feel good for everybody. It reminded her of those way too short weekends in high school, when she was finally able to rest and forget the stress the school system and her parents put on her shoulders.

She yawned and pulled on the heavy duvet to hide under it from the light. And that's when she realized - this wasn't her duvet; or at least it wasn't the duvet the counselors had down in the shacks. Down there they had some simple white, pretty light quilts what felt cheap and uncomfortable, but this one was some lighter shade of brown and felt heavier and much nicer.

She sat up quickly and looked around, exploring her surroundings and the fact that this wasn't an unknown place for her calmed her down a bit. But just a bit, because after the realization that she was in fact in Chris Hackett's bedroom and she was currently sitting in his bed made her nervous.

"Shit!" she muttered to herself as she pushed the quilt off. "Fuck..."

She looked around in a rush, trying to find the clothes she was wearing when she sneaked out of the shack she shared with Abigail and Emma - the clothes she was supposed to wear to sneak back at like 4:30 when the sun isn't up and the darkness has her back. The clothes she didn't remember where she put.

Standing in the room wearing some comfortable shorts and one of Chris' shirts she tried to make herself remember... The bathroom, it has to be in the bathroom.

She opened the bedroom door already seeing herself getting dressed in a rush to run back to the shacks - but God it has to be past nine, the kids must be at the pool with Ryan... she has to be at the pool with Ryan -, but she stopped when she saw that the door to Chris Hackett's office was open and the owner was sitting in his chair going through some paperwork.

Looking at him made her stop what she was doing and calm down, just like his presence only always did. No matter how stressful looking after the kids became, just taking a look at the man who shared his bed with her for the past few weeks made her racing heart and stressed state finally settle down. The certain looks they gave each other, the hidden touches they shared and the secret inside jokes made their daily struggles easier. No matter how much work she had to do around camp with the others or how much Emma could piss her off, the moments she could later share with Chris in the safety of his office or room could always send her to a state of mind where the pain was gone and where positivity was everywhere - and it was the same for Chris as well; no matter how much crap he had to deal with or how many hours he had to sit over papers after papers, a single touch from her made everything better.

He sensed the movement from the corner of his eyes and looked up with a small smile what, given the situation, made her blush.

"Look who's finally up." was the first thing he said, but it was more playful than scolding. Then he turned the playfulness into honest, happy affection. "Good morning, darling."

She folded her arms around herself as she smiled back, the rushing she was about to do long forgotten. No matter how many hours, days or weeks they spent together, the first meetings in the mornings - no matter where they occured - still made her shy. "Good morning to you too."

"Do you want to join me for coffee? I made you one as well, it was time for you to wake up."

God, this man was cute - cute but masculine. Sometimes she wondered how they got to the point where they were now or how she deserved someone like him. She couldn't remember the last time her date, her friends or anyone close to her offered her to make her something to drink of eat.

"I'd like to." she answered with a wide smile. "But what time is it? I think I'm late and today I'm supposed to help Ryan around the pool-"

"Don't worry, Dylan is helping him out today since I sent you to town this morning." the smile he had on while he said that made her heartbeat faster. "So you can calmly join me for coffee, if you want to and aren't trying to escape from the invitation."

She just smiled back and walked towards him without a word, only stopping when she was standing directly in front of his desk. She leaned over it, keeping herself up with one hand while she put the other on his face, gently pulling him into a kiss.

They both smiled into the gesture making their teeth collide causing her to let out a small laugh.

She did her best to put every ounce of love she felt for him into that one simple kiss - what was also a way of saying thank you. Thank you for loving me, trusting me, covering for me, making me coffee, for accepting our feelings for one another...

When she pulled back he leaned forward giving her one last peck on the lips.

"You did it the way I drink it?" she asked before she completely let him go.

"Of course."

"God, I love you."

She took a seat in front of his desk, using the furniture as a coffee table while she tasted the liquid, giving him an appreciating hum.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were too tired when you came here, I just thought you deserved a break." Chris answered with a smile making her heart ache.

"Thank you, I appreciate the thought."

They sat in silence for a while enjoying the other's presence. It was rare that they had time to be in the same room as the other during the day and even when it was possible, it was only for a short period of time. Not nearly enough.

She felt his gaze on herself as she silently drank her coffee and after a while she couldn't help but ask: "I can see you tonight as well, right?"

"Of course you can, darling."

"Good, 'cause I don't think I could sleep alone after staying in your bed for the past few days."

"It's good to know you feel the same as I do."

She tried not to blush, but her attempt was unsuccessful.

Cuddling in bed with Chris Hackett at night was the best part of the day and it was the best motivation ever - to finish whatever she had to do to sneak out and get to him. Whatever he did to her, however he touched her, it always made her forget how to breath. Most of the times it was simple: hugs from behind, kisses on the forehead or sitting together and having the simplest conversations ever. Other times it was more passionate or romantic, but no matter how it was or where it was it was still perfect. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"Would you like to have breakfast?"

The question surprised her and made her loose her train of thought. "I'm sorry?"

"Breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"You make me coffee and now you want to make me something to eat? You're spoiling me."

"With the amount of time we have together I must spoil you."

"Oh, are you getting jealous of someone?" she teased playfully and when he smirked she knew he understood what she was doing.

"Do you think that someone would make you coffee like I do?"

She just shook her head, giggling.

"Yes, Mr. Hackett, I would like to have some breakfast."

They just smiled at each other. She was about to stand up and get going, but he stopped her before she could do that. "As much as I love to see you wearing my shirt, I don't think the others would appreaciate it."

She looked down at herself and seeing Chris' grey shirt what reached the middle of her thighs made her cheeks red. "I'll get dressed first."

"Good idea."

She kissed him before leaving - almost not leaving at all when he kissed her neck.

"I'll wait here if you want to cook with me." he offered.

"Of course I do."

"Hurry up then. The kids will be back soon and I want to have you for myself for a while before you have to go."

"I'll be quick, I promise."

Later, when she met up with her friends around noon, she was happier than ever and that made her forget about the covering story. And that wasn't at all benefical, especially when Ryan asked her where the letters were.

"What letters?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones you were sent to town for?"

In the next second her face was red as she tried to look anywhere but directly at him. The change in her mood and her reaction alone caused Kaitlyn to look at her with an amused expression.

"My God, we are idiots."

"What? Why?" Jacob asked, not understanding the sudden statement.

"What's his name?" Kaitlyn asked, but as she observed her expressions further, she almost shouted: "No you're not... You aren't serious, are you?"

She just folded her arms around herself protectively as she let out a long sigh. She better get ready for the next few days - or rather weeks -, because knowing Kaitlyn, that girl won't leave her alone until she admits that she is in fact dating Chris Hackett.

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 14, 1973

It’s mid-afternoon and he can barely keep his eyes open. He lowers the window, stops for bitter gas station coffee, musters the energy to sing along to the radio but his eyes are still so heavy.

Those things aren’t enough. He knows that. Running on fumes at this point but some part of him, tiny left over ember inside that used to be a person, reminds him that he needs to sleep. 

And a giddy, frenzied thing inside him says it will be okay. He can find Lestat and persuade him. Please don’t rush. Please don’t wreck the car nodding off. Take an extra day to drive, you will have all the time in the world.

He found a Buddy Holly 8-track under the seat. Reminds him too much of home but nice to change up the music. He and his mom used to dance around to Not Fade Away after school when he was little and he tries not to think about it as he drums his fingers along on the steering wheel.

Too much, though. He switches to FM and lights a cigarette. Approaching Abilene and he wonders if they have any stations. And it’s fuzzy country music but he prefers it to the silence, or the ghosts. Anything to make the last twenty minutes easier as he watches for the exit.

It’s odd, how clear he actually feels as he pulls off the highway. Over-exhausted, but for the first time in days he feels a little bit rational. A little calmer. Maybe too tired to freak out or something. He rubs his eyes as he cruises towards the city, ready to just pick the first motel he sees. It makes sense from here, thinking about it now. He can picture himself checking in, and pictures the long shower he wants to take, and pictures falling asleep while the sun is still up. Maybe he can stay asleep until it rises, too. 

Surely he must have gotten this much sleep recently; his life in San Francisco was full of lazy mornings. Up all night doing interviews, with no obligation in the morning. Rising whenever he felt like it, dropping tapes off at the station. Wandering around. He knows, little ember inside of him knows, that maybe two weeks ago he had mornings like that, but he can’t remember.

Well. He picks a spot. Too tired to be anxious about talking to the front desk. He thinks he makes it through the transaction like a person. Makes it into the room in one piece.

It’s not horrible. Hideous curtains and slippery gold duvet but it’s clean. He puts the tapes in the top drawer. Double locks the door. 

And shower first. Scalding hot, and he isn’t sure how long he just stands there under the spray. Back stiff from all the driving. He presses his face to the tile wall and breathes the steam. He wonders if anyone has noticed he’s missing yet.

Soft pants after. He remembered to bring pajama pants. No shirt. He shaves over the bathroom sink and feels more alert. He starts picking at the scabs again, wincing at how hard it is, how he has to dig his nails into the flaky edge, but seeing himself in the mirror gives him the strength to stop. 

Fine, fine. Be a person.

He gulps water from the tap.

Turns the TV on with the volume low, just so it’s not so quiet in here. 

Smokes a cigarette, reclined on top of of the ugly bed, staring at the TV screen but not really following it.

It’s depraved, the way his mind spins and spins. Depraved, like the way he keeps trying to dig into the scabs, like how he’s driving across the country, like how he knows he’s a changed thing. Depraved like how, for a moment, he considers jerking off before he goes to sleep, knowing he’ll be remembering Louis’s cold hands on his body.

But he rises off the bed, without planning to. Grabs his keys. Goes out to his car in his bare feet, ignoring how hot the asphalt is.

Can’t sleep like this, not without getting some of the transcription done. His eyes are sore but he promises he’ll just do one tape. Just one tape, just to get some of it done, and then he’ll sleep. He will.

So he lugs the typewriter case inside, and a ream of paper. Sets it up on the little table by the window. Grabs the set of copies, and the ashtray, and the whiskey from the bottom of his bag. 

He’s listened to the tapes a couple times now. Keeps pacing his motel rooms to them, or lying awake in the dark, pretending that Louis’s voice will lull him to sleep, instead of flooding his insides with adrenaline. It’s easier now, typing the words, taking it slow, like he’s finally really hearing them.

Play. Pause. Rewind. Play. Pause. Play. Pause. And tap tap tap on the keys. And the quiet rhythm of the TV in the background.

Play. Pause. Snap of his lighter, hit of nicotine. Little rasp of the screw top and a slosh of whiskey. 

He breathes. He listens. Feels normal again.

“What I mean is,” Louis says from the tape, and his voice drags across Daniel’s body like a cello bow. “The moment I saw him, saw his extraordinary aura and knew him to be no creature I’d ever known, I was reduced to nothing.”

Pause.

His nails tap on the edge of the table. Heart skips a beat.

Rewind.

I was reduced to nothing.

Rewind. Play.

Tap tap tap.

He stares at the words on the paper and wants to cry. 

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[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a Bucky x pregnant!reader where he's all protective and soft w her. Maybe some smut idk whatever you feel angel

Warnings: 18+. Fluff and smut.

Words: 1OOO

Supressing a deep groan, you throw your head back in an attempt to relieve some painful tension in your body. Digging your fingers into the duvet as you sit at the edge of the bed with your legs planted wide and firmly onto the floor, you suck in air through your nose and puff it out through your mouth. You want to punch the baby bump and let a roller bulldozer roll over your spine in an aggressive attempt to take away the overwhelmingly uncomfortable feeling you are experiencing non-stop.

A straining ache in your muscles, especially your lower back, pelvis and thighs are killing you and you are at the end of your tether. You want to scream and pull your hair and cry and shoot someone, your elevated emotions not exactly helping the frustrations pulsing through your body.

And you feel so alone in your struggles, the powerlessness of it nearly dominating every other sensation.

That’s when a firm palm strokes from the bottom of your spine, all the way up and back down, heat radiating through your back at the warm touch. And tears well up in your eyes, the frustration and brief sense of relief that follows breaking the dams.

One sniffle from you and Bucky is up, scooting over until he is sitting behind you, one leg on each side of you and his chest pressing against your back. You drop your head back against his shoulder as a tear leaks down your face. A pair of soft lips press to your clammy hairline and you let out a soft whimper.

“Oh, baby I know…” He hushes, his hands gently massaging the big bump you carry in front of you “It’s been so long. You’ve created such a great home for him, I don’t blame him for taking a little longer to come out.”

“Bucky, I am this close to hating our baby…” You grumble - half joking, half serious.

He let’s out a gentle chuckle “It’s that uncomfortable, huh?”

You whimper and nod, twisting your head so you can bury your face into Bucky’s neck. His hands knead into your skin gently, your fingers gently sliding in between his as they follow his movements. It slightly alleviates the pain, but you can not put into words how uncomfortable and on edge you are by the last weeks of your pregnancy.

You’ll love little Bucky with your whole heart, whole being, but the discomfort you are currently feeling has you beyond rational thought right now and you don’t know what to do anymore.

“Just a few more days, sweetheart. I feel it.” He whispers and you hum with closed eyes, trying to relax into his arms.

“You are full of shit.” You breathe out, the spot Bucky is currently rubbing seemingly moving the baby away from a painful position.

Bucky lets out a laugh and nods, understanding that you have a free pass to dismiss his kind words. He knows you are only trying to lighten the mood just as much as you know he is only trying to comfort you.

You stay like that for a while, him rubbing your bump and later your back to soothe you back to sleep. When you finally fall into a slumber, he gently lies you down and continues rubbing to keep the baby active and you get to sleep. He knows the baby becomes active the minute your body stops swaying.

After a few minutes, he can tell your legs are cramping when your face scrunches up in pain and your legs become restless. It’s been one of the side effects of your pregnancy and Bucky promised to have a serious word with your son after he comes out for hurting you so much.

Bucky’s hands move down to your thighs and massage them gently until relief washes over your sleeping features and your restlessness dissipates.

That’s when he remembers something he read on the internet. Desperate to help you out during such a difficult time, especially because you are carrying his baby and he can never repay you the way you deserve, he went searching far and wide for tips and tricks to make it easier for you. After all, he never thought having a baby was even an option for him. But now here you are, his miracle girl, carrying his little baby son.

Bucky even orchestrated a day in which he got you anything and everything to eat just to figure out your cravings and nausea-triggers early on in the pregnancy. Got you every body pillow you desired, got you the softest and most comfortable maternity pants and the sweet man told you if your boobs ever got too swollen and heavy, he would hold them for you.

How thoughtful of him.

But one thing he read, hadn’t actually crossed his mind in the past few weeks because he was so busy preparing the house and making sure you were distracted enough from the delayed birth. However, seeing you lie here now, semi-peaceful and beautiful as ever with glowing skin and a white tank top that makes your sensitive nipples poke through, Bucky licks his lips at the sight.

He is so goddamn attracted to you - it’s insane.

So his palm strokes up your thigh, his calloused fingers tracing over the seam of your underwear. Thumb lightly brushing over the centre, he presses down on the little bud at the top of your slit. Slow circles drag over your clothed clit until Bucky feels it grow more prominent to his touch.

A heavy breath leaves your lips and that is when he truly sees you relax. He should have known all his dirty girl needed was this to really wind down.

Steady circles slowly pick up their pace and a soft hum rumbles through you at the sensation, a wet patch growing between your legs as Bucky watches it eagerly. When he adds more pressure, your eyes flutter open and you let out a long moan at the feeling of him rubbing you just right.

“Bucky…” You whimper and he presses his lips to your thighs softly.

“You know what? I’m going to let nature do her job.” He decides, grinning up at you as your hazy brain tries to catch on to his words and their meaning “I’m going to get that baby out of you the same way I put it in there.”

Another moan.

“Grab a pillow, baby. Don’t want the neighbours to call the cops.”

[battinscn]

MISSING YOU — popstar! theodore nott x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: angst/ mentions of therapy/ being under medication/ mental health

SUMMARY: theodore’s job takes him away from you a lot and hi here understanding for the most part. but after countless broken promises, you had enough.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1574 words/ 8 minutes

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"THANK YOU DR macmillan," you thanked your therapist.

"i'll have nurse johnson prepare your medication and you can sign out by the front desk."

you nodded in acknowledgment and left the doctor's office.

you noticed that it was a quarter past five and started on dinner. while the chicken was in the oven you remembered to record the episode of theodore's favourite show on telly so he could watch it when he had the time.

you did the laundry and ironed out theodore's dress shirts that had crumpled in the wash. you placed them neatly in his cupboard in colour order, that way, it was easier for him to pick out clothes for the day since he was always in a hurry.

as you tidied, you saw how theodore's white trainers had gotten dirty and cleaned them as well. pretty soon, dinner was cooked, the house was cleaned, and you were already showered.

you set the table and started on your dinnner, placing a heating charm on theodore's plate so his food would not get cold.

you washed your plate and settled into bed. you soon fell asleep alone in the cold bed, pulling the duvet closer to you to keep warm.

when you awoke the next day, the bed was suspiciously empty, which meant that theodore had not came home the night before.

you lazily rubbed your hands over you face and put on your house slippers. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, and treaded into the kitchen.

as you were frying up and egg, you heard something tapping on your window.

"thank you sweet pea," you cooed to the delivery owl as it dropped today's copy of witch weekly into your hands.

you were about to toss the magazine aside to read later when the headline caught your attention.

"lead singer theodore nott caught getting cozy with actress eloise delacour at french pub" was written in bold.

your eyes trailed to the picture of your boyfriend, standing way too close to the french actress for your liking.

you threw the magazine angrily at the counter as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to rationalise your thoughts.

you switched the hob off and leaned your elbows against the counter, holding your head in your hands.

you then heard a pop sound, theodore holding onto his backpack, his wand in one hand.

you picked your head up and barely glanced at him, before turning to make yourself a cup of tea.

"hey..." theodore threw his bag onto the sofa and trudged over to you, confused by your cold demeanour.

you would usually jump into his arms and pepper him in kisses whenever he came home after a long tour.

theodore attempted to hug you from behind but you pushed him away.

"what's wrong?" theodore's brows came to a furrow.

"what's wrong?" you scoffed and practically threw the magazine at him, "look at this and tell me what's wrong."

theodore picked the paper off the floor and looked at it.

"y/n...sweetheart...it's not what it looks like, management just thought it would be good marketing for our new record so they hosted a party last night," theodore set the magazine down and tried to step closer to you.

"stop..." your voice shook as you placed your hand in front of you to prevent theodore from coming near you.

"i'm sorry y/n, i really am. after those pictures nothing else happened i promise." theodore reasoned, his eyes pleading.

"it was my birthday," you muttured.

"huh?"

"it was my birthday, yesterday," you spoke a bit louder.

"what? no it wasn't your birthday's next week, on the-" theodore looked at the calender that was hung on the wall, "fourth...", he trailed off after seeing that today's date was the fifth.

you sniffed and wiped your cheek with your palm.

"shit, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i'm off for the whole month, i promise i'll pamper you and-"

"i can't do this anymore theodore. i can't sit here and pretend that everything's fine when it's not. i was patient whenever you had to work late, i was understanding when your management wanted to keep us a secret to upkeep your teenage hearthrob reputation. but i just can't anymore." you held your hand to your mouth to prevent the sob that threatened to spill.

"y/n..." theodore tried to step closer to you but your hand still remained in the space between you both.

"yesterday, when i blew out my candles by myself, my one wish was to for once be your first choice." your voice broke, "it's always your work before me, but just for one day in the year, all i wanted was for you to choose me."

your body weakened and theodore quickly caught you by your forearms, supporting you with his hands below your elbow.

you let yourself break as theodore looked at you guiltily, wondering how had he ever fucked up enough to hurt the girl like he had.

the moment was interrupted when theodore's manager's voice filled the small condo.

"theodore, we need you in the studio. the weird sisters have agreed to do a demo and this can be huge for us." the middle aged man fire talked.

you saw the look on theodore's face, you had been dating long enough to know that was his contemplating face.

if he was even contemplating leaving while you were falling apart in his arms then the conversation between the two of you was not evern worth having.

"go." you pulled your arms away and leaned agains the counter.

"you made your choice when you were weighing out the options in your head, you made your choice and you didn't choose me," you pointed to the fireplace, "go."

you shoved past theodore and hurried into your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

"y/n," theodore opened the door and looked down as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"go away," you said coldly.

"you know what? fine," theodore gritted his teeth, "if you want me to go so badly, i'll go."

before he could walk off, you gripped onto his wrist, "you'll never find another like me."

it had been six months since you packed your necessities and left without another word.

six months later and here theodore was, sitting in his front room as a girl laid underneath him.

sloppy kisses were shared but all on his head was how the girl was not you.

her lips did not feel like yours, the hand that threaded through his hair did not feel like yours.

"i'm sorry," theodore pulled away and fixed his dress shirt, sitting straight.

"it's alright," the girl smiled at him, "your mind was everywhere but me, even when you offered to bring it back to your flat."

she picked up her bag and wiped her thumb on the corner of her mouth to fix her lipstick, "thank you for tonight, i had fun nevertheless, but i can tell you love her, whoever you've been thinking about. so tell her that you do, it's never too late."

and with that theodore was left alone in the apartment that you once shared.

he stared at the photograph of you and him above the fireplace, one that he never had the heart to take down, selfishly praying that you were alone as well, dumping whichever fool that was not enough for you.

because theodore knew that nobody could ever be good enough for you.

theodore got into the bathroom and a chip in the tiled wall caught his notice.

he could feel the magic coming off it and removed the charm from the medicine cabinet.

he picked the potions up and read the labels off it, your name printed at the top.

he never knew.

theodore never knew you were struggling with your mental health and he wondered why you had chose to keep him from it.

"fuck," theodore slammed his fists on the wash basin and ran his hands through his hair.

you were suffering alone and theodore never knew. maybe if he loved harder you would have told him, maybe if he had checked if you were alright, you would have told him. maybe if he had fought harder that night, you would have told him.

he tried to get over you, he really did. he had somehow convinced himself that he never needed you, that his pride mattered more.

but theodore let you slip through his fingers and there was nothing he regretted more than that.

it was only after you had broken up that theodore realised that he would indeed never find another like you.

nobody would make him honey tea just the way he liked it when his throat felt scratchy after voice lessons like you would.

nobody would tuck him into bed when he was not feeling his best after a long day at the recording studio like you would.

nobody would surprise him at his shows that he would do all over europe, holding up a handmade sign despite being almost trampled by people in the pit like you would.

it was six months after you had gotten your heart absolutely shattered by him that theodore finally admitted to himself that he missed you.

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impact.

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anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 11/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.9k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), oral (f!receiving), fingering

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25th February 1985

You woke up and pulled the blankets closer around you. Your trailer wasn’t exactly the warmest place in the world and there was still snow outside, making your trailer feel like you were practically sitting outside. You whined and rolled over wondering where the hell Eddie had gone. He was practically a human heater and you just wanted to wrap yourself up in his arms all day. You stood up and climbed out of bed with the covers wrapped around you, walking through to the kitchen where you found Eddie, cooking up bacon and waffles while humming to himself. ‘Hey, beautiful, happy birthday.’ He said as he took the cooked bacon out of the pan. ‘Hey, come back to bed. I’m cold.’ You whined, wrapping your arms around him. He laughed and kissed your forehead, ‘Let’s have breakfast and then we can go back to bed.’ ‘But we have to go to school after that.’ You continued to whine as he plated up the food. ‘Actually, we’re completely snowed in. So looks like the universe wants you to spend your birthday with me.’ You glanced out the window and saw Eddie was telling the truth and about a foot of snow had fallen overnight. Eddie handed you the plate of food he’d made for you and the two of you sat down on the couch, you pulling some of the covers over Eddie so he wasn’t cold. The two of you sat in silence as you ate. ‘Right let me go get your gift.’ Eddie said, standing up and sliding on his shoes. ‘Eddie, you need to put on trousers!’ You laughed as he opened the trailer door. ‘I’ll be fine, I’m only going over to my trailer.’ ‘There’s a foot of snow and you're wearing boxers and a t-shirt.’ He just shrugs and runs outside as you pull the trailer shut to keep it from getting even colder in there. You empty any remaining food on the plates into the bin and place them in the sink, before sitting down on the couch and pulling the duvet around you again. ‘Close your eyes!’ Eddie yells, opening the door slightly. You shake your head but do as he says. You heard Eddie walking around the trailer around you before feeling him sit down to you. ‘Okay, open your eyes.’ You did so and saw an acoustic guitar sitting on the table in front of you. ‘Eddie, this is too much.’ You said picking it up and looking at it. ‘It’s not a very good guitar, I mean I picked it up at the thrift shop and I know it’s not an electric but I know you missed playing so it’s better than nothing.’ You placed the guitar down and reached over and hugged him. ‘I love it, Eddie. Thank you.’ You pulled away slightly and kissed him, smiling against his lips. ‘I also got you this.’ He pulled out a small box from behind his back and handed it to you. ‘Eddie, you didn’t have to do this.’ You said opening up the box. Inside was a simple necklace with a small E pendant but also hanging from the necklace was one of his rings. You felt tears fall from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. ‘I love you, Eddie.’ You muttered into his shoulder as he hugged you back. ‘I love you too.’ He said stroking your hair. ‘Can you put it on for me?’ You asked turning around and holding your hair out the way. Eddie took the necklace out of your hands and placed it around your neck, doing it up. You turned back around and smiled at him, placing your hand in his. ‘I can’t believe you did all this for me.’ ‘Well, I did have plans for a big romantic dinner this evening but unfortunately, they won’t clear the snow until at least tomorrow so we’re stuck here.’ ‘I know, I’ve lived here for over a year. I worked out they don’t give a shit about us here in the trailer park.’ You sighed. At least you got to spend your birthday with Eddie. ‘I just wanted to make our first birthday of yours together special.’ He looked disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to get out. ‘You have made it special.’ You leaned over and kissed him. ‘And I can’t believe we’ve known each other less than a year. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.’ ‘I know. I can’t imagine my life with you.’ He said cuddling up to you. ‘Neither can I. I don’t want to ever be without you.’ You admitted. ‘You won’t ever be without me. I promise.’ ‘Good, 'cause your stuck with me.’ You rested your forehead against his. You didn’t know when it had changed for you but it had. You didn’t want to go back home, you missed your family, of course, you did but Eddie was your life now. And if being with him meant staying in the 80s then you would. Your family. It would be your sister’s birthday too. I mean technically it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be for 19 years but you felt weird celebrating without her. It was your third birthday in the 80s, your second in Hawkins and you still felt weird that it wasn’t a joint birthday. There weren’t two cakes or two sets of gifts like there had been for your first 14 birthdays. ‘Hey, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?’ Eddie said taking your face in his hands. You didn’t realise you were crying until Eddie said something. ‘My sister. I miss her.’ You sobbed slightly. ‘Oh god, it’s her birthday too. I didn’t think about that.’ He said pulling you close as you continued to cry. ‘I just wish I could talk to her.’ You cried. ‘Well, maybe you could give them a call?’ He said rubbing your back. ‘I can’t.’ You couldn’t explain to Eddie why you couldn’t so you just let him comfort you.

After Eddie had calmed you down, the two of you climbed back into bed and took a nap. You woke up just before lunch, curled up in Eddie’s arms as he slept. You looked at his face as slept. He looked so serene and peaceful, a complete contrast to his loud and hyperactive state he was normal in when he was awake. You traced a finger over his slightly parted lips as he slept, hoping you didn’t wake him. You took a strand of his hair in your hand and fiddled with it. ‘Stop staring at me, you creep.’ Eddie said with his eyes slightly open. ‘Not my fault you’re so pretty.’ You said smiling at him. ‘You’re the pretty one.’ Eddie wrapped his arms around you even tighter and pulled you in so you were practically lying on top of him, you letting out a squeal as he did so, not expecting him to do that. ‘I love you.’ Eddie mumbled into your hair. ‘I love you too.’ You lifted up your head to look at him. He had properly opened his eyes now and was looking at you with a look of complete adoration in his eyes that made your stomach feel fluttery. You placed your head back on the pillow, nuzzling into his neck as you smiled, so happy that you were able to call this man your boyfriend. You sat cuddling with your boyfriend, trying not to fall back to sleep. You suddenly felt Eddie’s hands reach down and grab your ass, making you yelp slightly. ‘Weren’t you wearing pyjamas when we fell asleep?’ He said continuing to squeeze your ass with both hands. ‘I probably kicked them off while we were sleeping.’ You relaxed, enjoying his touch. ‘Well I’m not complaining, I get to feel your perfect ass.’ ‘You’re always so horny.’ You jokingly roll your eyes. ‘I’m not always horny. It’s just when I’m around my super hot girlfriend.’ You felt one of his hands wandering down to grip your thigh and pull it up as he moved his hips against you, feeling his semi-hard cock against your stomach. ‘Oh yeah, tell me more about this super hot girlfriend.’ You smiled as he flipped the two of you over so you were lying on your back and he was hovering over the top of you. ‘Well first of all, as I said she’s hot like hotter than Doro hot.’ You gasped at the fact he found you hotter than his celebrity crush. He lean down as he spoke, his hair tickling your face, making your nose scrunch up. ‘Oh god, she does this cute thing with her nose, like right now.’ He placed a kiss on your nose as he spoke as you laughed. ‘And her eyes, they’re just so beautiful, I could stare at them all day.’ He kept placing kisses all over your face as he spoke. ‘Then there’s her lips which are so kissable and every time I kiss them I feel like I’ve gone to heaven.’ He leans down and kisses your lips sweetly as you both smile into the kiss. ‘You’re a big cheeseball, Eddie Munson.’ You laugh against his lips. ‘I’m just telling the truth. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Even if you do steal my clothes.’ He said playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. ‘You have no proof this is your shirt, I could’ve owned an identical one.’ You joked. ‘With an identical pizza sauce stain?’ He said poking the stain below your breasts. ‘Yeah, it’s a weird coincidence.’ ‘Well, as much as I like my shirt, I think I like what’s underneath it even more.’ He said rolling your shirt up so he could see your stomach and breasts. ‘I’ve still got to tell you all the things I love about you.’ He said scooting down and pressing kisses to your stomach. ‘Like how beautiful your stomach is.’ He pressed kisses to your stomach as he moved his mouth upwards. As he did he moved his hands up and squeezed your breasts. ‘These tits, god these tits are so perfect.’ He squeezed your tits before he started kissing and sucking all over your tits, leaving marks as he did so. You moaned out as he took your nipple in his mouth. You felt yourself getting wet as he continued to swirl his tongue around. He eventually pulled away and kissed his way back down your stomach until he was between your legs. He started pressing kisses to your thighs as his fingers circled your tattoo. ‘These thighs are so fucking sexy. And with this sexy tattoo. God, I could squeeze them all day.’ He gripped your thighs with both hands and pulled them apart, revealing your soaking wet underwear. He pulled them down and let out a moan as he looked at your pussy. ‘God, I love this pussy.’ He said running his finger through your wetness making you moan. ‘I mean no pornstar even comes close to this sexy pussy.’ He places kisses on the inside of your thighs moving his mouth closer and closer to your cunt until he pressed his mouth against you. He pressed a kiss to your clit before putting his mouth around it and sucking hard. He flicked his tongue quickly over your clit making you moan out. You reached down and wrapped your hands in his hair. You tugged slightly as he started to hum against your clit making you throw your head back on the pillow. He moved one of his hands from your thigh and towards your cunt. He kept licking at your clit as he inserted two fingers into you, making you let out a loud moan. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them upwards as he did so he hit that spot inside you. ‘Fuck, Eddie.’ You whined out turning your head to bury it in the pillow as Eddie continued to fuck you with his mouth and fingers. You tugged harder on his hair as you felt your back arch off the bed, knowing you were close to your orgasm. You kept moaning out his name as he kept fingering you at the perfect pace while his tongue flicked your clit continuously. You let out a final moan as you came all over his fingers, flopping back on the bed as you let out heavy breaths. Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean while smiling at you. ‘Happy birthday, baby.’ He said, crawling up and pulling you into his chest. ‘I feel bad, you didn’t get to come.’ You mumbled, looking up at him. ‘Umm, actually, I kind of did.’ He admitted, blushing while pointing down at his crotch. You looked down and saw a wet patch on his boxers. ‘You came just from eating me out?’ You were shocked but it also turned you on that Eddie enjoyed pleasing you so much that it made him come. ‘Told you I love your pussy.’ He said, leaning up to kiss you. ‘I think I have a clean pair of your boxers in the bottom drawer down there but we should probably go shower first.’ You told him, climbing up off the bed and pulling him up with you. Once the two of you finished showering, you got dressed and went through to the living room. You sat on the couch, fiddling around with your new guitar as Eddie lit a joint and smoked it. You rested your legs on Eddie’s lap as you tuned up the guitar. ‘It’s actually not that bad, some new strings and it’ll sound as good as any guitar.’ You tell Eddie after playing it for a few minutes. ‘Cool, we can go to the music shop once the snow clears.’ He said as he took a drag of the joint. ‘So you going to let me hear some of your music now?’ He grins at you. ‘Absolutely not.’ You say absentmindedly strumming at the guitar. ‘Come on, you’ve heard me play a hundred times. I think it’s fair you show me something you’ve written.’ He said rubbing your leg. ‘That’s different, you’re playing in a bar with other people. Here it’s just me and you, it’s intimate.’ You shrug, plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a drag. ‘So what you’re saying is that if I get you a gig I can hear you play?’ ‘Absolutely not. I am nowhere near being able to perform.’ You tell him. Just at that moment, you hear a knock on the door of your trailer. ‘Who the hell came out here in this weather?’ You mumble, placing the guitar down and going to open the door. You open the door and see Wayne standing there all bundled up with a wrapped present in his hands. ‘Oh hey, Wayne. How you doing?’ You asked as Eddie quickly stubs out the joint he was smoking when he realises his uncle was standing there. ‘I’m good, kid. I was just about to head off to work but just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and give you this.’ He handed you the present in his hands and you took it smiling. ‘You didn’t have to get me anything.’ You told him. You really hadn’t expected Wayne to get you anything. ‘Of course, I did, you’re family now.’ His words made tears well up in your eyes. Eddie’s uncle considering you family was something that made you feel so much joy. ‘Well thank you so much for this.’ You reached over to give him a hug and he pulled you in, patting your back. ‘It’s okay, I’ll see you two around and happy birthday.’ ‘Thanks and make sure you drive safe in this weather.’ You told him as he walked back over to his own trailer. You shut the door and looked back over at Eddie who was smiling at you. ‘I can’t believe your uncle considers me family.’ You say sitting back down on the couch next to Eddie. ‘Of course he does. I mean I think he considers you his own daughter in a way.’ You pulled the paper off the gift in your hands and see that Wayne had got you a couple of pulp horror novels. ‘Looks like I’ve got something to read when I don’t want to talk to you.’ You joked, placing the books on the table and cuddling up to Eddie. ‘Hey, why wouldn’t you want to talk to me?’ He said jokingly pushing you away. ‘Because you're like a child with a sugar high sometimes.’ You joke, trying to cuddle back up to him but he crosses his arms and frowns. ‘Come on, cuddle me.’ You poke him in the face trying to get him to give in. ‘It’s my birthday. Cuddle me, cuddle me, cuddle me.’ You keep repeating as you poke him. ‘Fine.’ He says, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around you as you snuggle into him. ‘And you say I’m like a child.’ He jokingly rolls his eyes. ‘Guess that’s why we both get on so well.’ You look up at him with a big smile on your face. You may not have had a chance to see anyone else today but it had been a pretty good birthday thanks to your amazing boyfriend.

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