#vibrates excitedly. two and a half weeks

[daddy-socrates]

i've sent my thesis poster and zoom link to two of my undergrad professors, hoping they have a forwarding email for the retired professor whom i blame for my whole second degree in this shit

[a-soft-aside]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x reader

Summary: Your recent work trip is the longest time you and Robby have been apart since you two started dating. He’s thought of you non-stop and all the things he’s been wanting to do to you. He gives you a welcome home to remember. A/N: THIS IS PURE SMUT (with a lil exposition). +18, MINORS DNI. sorry y'all this got real freaky real fast. just Robby loving on you and then proceeding to rearrange your guts (not medically) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ CW: Explicit sexual content, age gap (reader is in her early 30s), FACE SITTING, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, praise kink, body worship, p in v, creampie. WC ~2k.

You stroll down the terminal at Pittsburgh International Airport, luggage in tow, and look down to see a notification ping on your phone: Parked right outside. see you soon

You can’t help but smile. You’re tired, jet lagged, and in desperate need of a shower. Despite all of this, you’ve never been happier. The last three and a half weeks felt like some of the longest of your life. You normally looked forward to traveling for work; you enjoyed immersing yourself in a different culture, meeting new people, trying delicious food. But while you were overseas, all you wished was that Robby was there to enjoy it with you. Surrounded by bustling crowds and colorful open-air markets, you still longed for the domestic safe haven you had created together. Mornings spent in your warm bed with Robby were some of your favorites. 

You walk outside to the Arrivals lot and squint into the sunlight, searching for your boyfriend. You spot him to your left, leaning against his car, sunglasses on. He sees you walking toward him and beams. It makes your heart stutter even now. Your walk turns into a light jog and you fly into his arms into a bear hug. You allow yourself to fully melt in his embrace, and you hear a soft hum of contentment from deep within his throat. 

He reluctantly releases you to take your suitcase and place it in the open trunk. You hop into the passenger seat and stretch out your legs languidly. As the car pulls away from the airport, Robby asks about your travels in more detail, and you chatter excitedly for a few minutes. 

“It feels so good to be back,” you sigh, rolling down the car window to let in the breeze outside. 

“That makes two of us. I missed you.”

You take in his side profile, his crows feet, his aquiline nose, and feel as if your heart might burst. “I missed you too.” 

Of course, you didn’t know the half of it. Robby hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you actually. He’d find himself lost in thought at work, wishing for a moment of peace in his stressful day where it was just you and him. Still, his job was a much needed distraction from your absence. It was when he went home that he missed you the most. It felt like a light long since extinguished inside him had been lit again when he met you. His colleagues at the Pitt joked that he’d turned into a lovesick teenager. 

As time went on, his mind began to wander in other ways. He craved your lush body, the little sounds you’d make when he touched you in all the right places. You two had been at each other non-stop since you began dating, and the time apart only intensified his need. 

Robby scratched his beard before speaking. “So I was thinking...tonight…if you wanted to–”

“Yes,” you interrupt, understanding what he was getting at. You had packed your vibrator with you for your trip, but it couldn’t compare to Robby. You had laid in your hotel room night after night, your breathing rapid, imagining him on top of you, in you. 

Robby smiled. “I was wondering if you wanted to try something new,” he went on. You waited for him to continue, curious. 

“I want you to sit on my face.” he says plainly, almost casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other elbow resting on the car’s center console. Your breath hitches. He keeps his eyes on the road while your eyes are on him. You feel your face flush. You’ve had your fair share of sexual partners go down on you, try to get you off (key word being try), but never had someone blatantly request this. Nor had you ever done it. You wouldn’t describe yourself as naive or coy by any means, and yet the image his suggestion provides immediately leaves you flustered. You start to feel arousal stir between your legs.

“Sure. I’m down,” you say, hoping he doesn’t detect the slight waver in your voice. “I’ll do my best to try and not suffocate you, but no promises,” you joke to play off your nerves.

“I’d be fine with that.” He finally turns to look at you, the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. His eyes have a mischievous glint in them, almost boyish. You feel like you’re being toyed with, and you hate how much it’s turning you on.

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You emerge from the shower with your hair still damp, dressed in a camisole and sleep shorts that show off the slightest bit of cheek. Robby is already laying back in bed, his eyes on you.

“So fresh and so clean, clean,” you sing mostly to yourself, doing a little shimmy. Robby laughs, thinking about how you brought levity back in his life the moment you stepped into it. Most days he doesn’t believe in God, but just in case, he thanks him for bringing you. 

He looks you up and down, making a note to also thank God for your outfit. 

“C’mere.” 

You happily approach him and crawl onto the bed into his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, gripping you at the waist. His fingers slip underneath your top and caress your soft skin. You let out a quiet “mmmm” into his open mouth and roll your hips against his. 

You rush to remove your top and pull his shirt off his head, and pull him close again. Your kisses progressively grow more and more sloppy, until you’re both panting, all teeth and tongue. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you lightly scratch his nape, where his hair is buzzed. He breaks the kiss suddenly to look at you. “Let me taste you.” His voice is gruff, and you feel your insides liquify. 

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, before you can stop yourself. “What if you don’t like the way I look at that angle?” You wish you could bury the shame that’s seeping in. Despite your age difference with Robby, you don’t often feel it. In fact, it’s felt like the most natural relationship you’ve ever been in. No mind games, no immaturity. Just two adults with a clear expression of what they want; each other. The thought of coming across as needy or insecure makes you grimace. 

He takes a second to register what you’ve just said. While Robby may not be an open book, the softening of his expressive face speaks for him. He cups your face tenderly and looks into your avoidant eyes. “Sweetheart…I love you at every angle. But if you don’t want to, you can let me know. Right now all I want to do is make you feel good. But I can’t lie and say that wouldn’t make me feel really fucking good too.” He chuckles, running his knuckles down your bare back, something you find he absentmindedly does often when you’re cuddling in bed together. You shiver at his touch, the calluses on his hands, and are suddenly consumed again with a deep, insatiable, want. 

You bite your lip and without saying a word, you get up onto your knees on the bed. You take off your shorts and slowly pull your underwear down your thighs, where you’ve left a slick spot in the center of the fabric. Robby notices. He notices everything. He watches you almost reverently, his eyes growing dark. You approach him and swing your leg over his chest, have him straddled. You inch further and further up, until you’re hovered above his face, his eager mouth. You stay there for a moment, your core throbbing. He looks at you like the key to his deliverance is between your legs. 

In one swift movement, you drop down to meet his lips. You immediately moan at the sensation, and he lets out his own groan of pleasure. What happens next is an onslaught on all of your senses. You press your palms and forehead flat against the headboard in front of you for support as his mouth works under you with fervor, licking at your folds and lapping at your wetness. You squeeze your eyes shut, whining and bucking your hips, chasing the feeling. You feel the tip of his nose lightly brush against your clit and it’s like setting off a live wire. He drags his tongue against your clit again and the sensitivity is almost too much to bear. 

The wet sounds that fill the room are obscene, but you’re too far gone to care. All you hear are Robby’s grunts as he eats you, ravenous. Whatever insecurity you might have had prior to sitting on top of him have gone out the window—you forget yourself and where you are, only luxuriating in his worship. You throw your head back and arch your spine, bring your hands to your breasts and start fondling them, playing with your nipples. Robby emits a low rumbling hum of approval, enjoying the view you’re giving him.

You look down and admire how your thighs frame Robby’s face, the burn his beard leaves as it rubs against your most sensitive areas. You meet his brown eyes and see that he’s looking up at you possessively. You run your fingers through his greying hair and grind down further onto him. 

You start to ride his face, wanting more, more, more. Robby senses your frenzied energy and gladly reciprocates; he places his large hands on the sides of your hips, holding you down. He runs a hand over your ass, giving it a smack. You gasp and see him grin against you. You reach your hand back behind you and feel for his cock, the hardness bulging against his boxer briefs. His smile drops immediately and he lets out a guttural groan, thrusting into your touch. He grumbles something barely intelligible, though you can feel the vibrations against your pussy, sending a spark through you. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you tease, your voice breathless and airy. Suddenly, you’re yanked by your ankles and pulled further down the bed, until you’re flush against Robby’s sturdy chest. You let out a yelp as you land, and you feel the warm, solid strength of his arms locking you in place. You’re completely enveloped in him, and it’s dizzying. 

You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, when he finally growls in your ear “I said, you’re fucking trouble.” You whimper, fully aware of how drenched you are. 

Your legs instinctively spread, his knees propped up in between. He tugs the waistband of his boxer briefs down, and you feel his length, long and cut, rub against your entrance. He doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly pushes in, bit by bit.

Your mouth falls open, relishing in the delicious stretch. Robby is always nothing but careful when he first enters you, making sure you’re never in discomfort. Once he bottoms out, he pauses, letting you savor his fullness, every inch of him. He then tilts his hips down momentarily, before driving back into you. You let out a squeal. With each deep stroke, he goes faster and faster until he develops a steady rhythm. You begin to tremble, but his arms are still holding you in place, rendering you near motionless. 

Giving you no option but to lay there as he fucks into you. Robby cradles the back of your head as he keeps you anchored. Moan after moan is spilling from your lips with each deep thrust as he fucks you into oblivion, into a state of bliss. You feel like your eyes might roll into the back of your skull. You’re also vaguely aware that you might be drooling. Ever the multi-tasker, Robby gently brushes the hair out of your face and kisses you on the top of your head, the pace of his thrusts no less relenting. He lifts your chin to look up at him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs. “My pretty girl.” You whine, so close to being completely undone. When Robby talks to you like this, it’s enough to take you over the edge. And he knows it. 

“God, you love taking it like this, don’t you?” 

You nod weakly, feeling nearly delirious. 

“M-Michael…” you hiccup. 

“I know baby, I know. Let it out.”

You sense your orgasm barreling toward you and yet you’re no more prepared; your vision goes white as if you’re staring directly at the sun. You come with a loud wail, your nails digging into the faded tattoos on Robby’s biceps, fingers scrabbling to find some release. 

He holds you close and fucks you through it, continuing to soothe you as you come down from your high. The way your walls clench around him makes him practically choke, and he comes hard, his voice strangled and hoarse. You feel him pulse inside you, filling you up again. 

You remain on his chest for a short while, the both of you absolutely spent. The only sound in the room now is your shuddering breaths. In a minute, you both will get up, wash off, and cuddle back in bed. But for now, you stay in this moment with Robby. 

“Welcome home,” he whispers, smoothing your disheveled hair. 

Home. You like the sound of that.

[weirdosinthestereo]

Stress Relief (Glen Powell x f!Reader)

This is a very smutty idea I had about Glen Powell's lover helping him relieve some stress while off filming a movie.

Warnings: 18+!!MDNI, very sexual, toys, dirty talk, slight sub Glen and Dom reader, no use of y/n.

Filming movies was not always fun and games. It can be stressful and lonely sometimes. Especially, when your partner is across the country from you.

Glen sighed heavily as he unlocked his hotel room and instantly went to the bed when he entered. Falling face first on the bed with a long groan. He was tired and his back was tense, he wished his partner was there to massage his back like she usually does. She always was able to make everything melt away when Glen got like this. The sudden knocking at the door only made things worse. Glen groaned lowly again as he drug himself to his feet to answer the knocking.

“What?! What are you doing here, beautiful?!” Glen asked excitedly as he grabbed his lover in his arms for a tight squeeze. She laughed softly and pats Glen’s back. “I came to surprise you! I took a week off to come spend some time with you. You seemed like you were extremely stressed when we talked on the phone last week.” She said kissing Glen gently as she slowly pet the back of his neck where his hair line began. Glen hummed happily as he hugged his partner and rest his head on her shoulder. They were quiet for a moment before Glen let her inside.

Glen took her bag and set it with his stuff before pulling her to him again for a loving embrace. “I brought something special for you.” she whispers softly in Glen’s ear. Glen smiled and chuckled as he pulled back to look at her. “What would that be?” He asked as he gripped her hips tightly now. His mind was already running wild at her words. “Get naked and lie down. I'll show you and get rid of some of the stress you're feeling. I can tell you're really tense.” She murmurs against Glen's lips as they kiss deeply. She had to practically shove Glen off to get him to let go. Glen smiled mischievously as he quickly strips and lies back on the bed.

While Glen got comfortable on the bed, his lover rummages in her bag. She turns back to Glen and smiles as she shows off the lotion and a box. Glen knew the lotion well, it was the body lotion she likes to massage him with that heats up. However, the box was new. “So, I'm going to massage you while also letting these two cock rings help you cum. But they are controlled by my phone and I get to choose the intensity.” Glen squirmed as she crawled up the bed to him, already at half mast at her words. “Sounds like fun..” Glen sighs as she takes off her shirt to reveal his favorite lacey bra.

“Now lay back and relax and let me take care of you.” She says before straddling Glen's thighs. Glen held her hips and rubbed up and down her sides while she opened the box with the cock rings in it. Glen could feel the anxious energy thrumming under his skin as he watched her. Glen grunts and squirms his hips a little unsure as she places the first ring around his base. The tightness wasn't bad, just a little more snug than he was used to. She smiled as she put the other ring right under his tip where she knew Glen was the most sensitive. Glen ruts his hips shallowly and gives her a soft whine.

“Shhh… patience sweetness. I'll give you what you want soon.” She smiled at how Glen was already letting her take control. He wasn't fully submissive, but he liked to let her take care of him every so often. He also liked how she spoke so sweet and caring to him when she took the more dominant role. After turning on the vibrating bullets on the rings she turned the vibrations up to a steady medium on her phone, making sure they gave constant pleasure. Glen arched up and gripped her hips tight as he pressed his head into the pillows, the sigh that came from him was mouth watering.

“Easy, just let them help you. No touching. Now, I'm gonna rub all that tension out for you.” She says while putting a decent amount of lotion on her hands. Glen's cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink while he watched her lean over him and begin massaging his shoulders and chest. Glen ruts his hips shallowly as his cock leaks precum on his lower belly. They played with toys, but never something specifically for him. Glen moaned as he kept squirming under her when the lotion began to heat up his skin, heightening his already frazzled senses. She smiled at him and started to pay particular attention to his nipples.

“My sweet sweet man. Does that feel good? Yeah? I bet it does. You're such a good boy for me.” She always gave nice praises and Glen was here for it. “Yesss..it feels so good.” Glen replies as he looks at her with hazy eyes. She smiled as she moved down to his stomach, making sure to avoid his cock that begged for her attention as it twitched as her hands neared. Glen whined and huffed pitifully when she avoided touching him, she knew he always liked when she stroked him with the heating lotion.

“No no. You're on my terms right now.” She told him as he bucked his hips insistently. She kissed him while running her hands up his sides. Glen moaned into her mouth when the rings suddenly started vibing faster, she had sneakily turned them up when she leaned down to kiss him. Glen arched his back as he kept rutting his hips into nothing. She laughed as she finally reached down but only to fondle his balls. It was good, but not what he fully wanted. “Please… I'm so close.” Glen begged as he gripped the pillow under his head and bit his lip after she leaned up. He could feel his orgasm right there, he just needed a little extra push to finally release.

“I know my sweet man. Come on, you can do it untouched, can't you? Come on. Cum for me and let all your stress wash away.” She turns the vibes up just a bit more. Glen arched his back and let out a short yelp before moaning roughly as he finally reached his peak. “Fuucck it feels so good baby! Aahh.. yes!” Glen knew she liked when he was vocal for her so he gave her just what she wanted. She reached down and stroked Glen gently to help draw out his climax, only stopping to turn the toys off when Glen seemed to be trying to move away from them. She didn't think tonight was the night to overstimulate him.

Glen breathed heavily as he felt his body loosen and relax more than he's been in two weeks. He kept his eyes closed as he let his heart calm down and gather his senses back. “You doing okay my sweet boy? I think that was the fastest i've ever made you reach your end.” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she ran her fingers through his hair to move it out of his face. She smiled softly when his green eyes met hers. Glen smiled tiredly as he cupped her cheek in his right hand, “Yes, I'm great. Thank you. Thank you for helping me relieve some stress in a very enjoyable way and thank you for coming to visit me.” He kissed her lovingly as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Anything for you, dear.” She whispered as she lay her forehead against his. They stayed quiet like that for a moment to just enjoy the calmness of being together.

“Okay, let's go get cleaned up.” He said knowing he had begun to sweat a bit from all the excitement. “Sounds good. It would be nice to have a warm shower after the plane ride here. Then we can go find something for dinner.” She murmurs and pulls away to get off his thighs. Glen smiled lovingly at her before he slowly stood on trembling legs. Damn, that had been a nearly earth shattering climax. Best he's had in weeks. She always knew how to make things great.

“I love you.” He mused and kissed the crown of her head and pulled her by the hand to the bathroom so they could get ready to go have dinner.

[fishfooddude]

Sorry?

MDNI 18+

Carmy isn't getting a redemption arch after this one.

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Carmy set his phone down on the office desk when Natalie had let herself in. She shot him ‘the look,’ the one she’d always give him when she knew he was doing something embarrassing. “Anything you want to share with me, Carmy?” she half-joked as she pulled up a chair next to him. Carmy shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. “Okay… so, going through Mikey’s finances proved a couple of things. Aside from owning Uncle Jimmy a lot of money, he was also about 30k in personal debt.” Natalie began to explain as she reached for her computer bag; she paused when Carmy’s phone vibrated loudly against the desk. “You need to get that?” she asked, gesturing toward the phone. Carmy shook his head and sat forward on his chair, “Carmen. You can speak, right?” she was annoyed by his sudden mutism. 

Carmy laughed, “Sorry. Just got some stuff on my mind.” he grabbed his phone from the table to see another notification from his newly reactivated Hinge profile. He wasn’t confident when it came to women, but the sudden attention he’d been getting didn’t hurt his ego. Natalie noticed the subtle upward twitch of his lips and shook her head. He was a 31-year-old bachelor with an up-and-coming restaurant, while she still saw Carmy as her annoying little brother most of the time; she’d be lying if she said he wasn’t handsome. She noticed the subtle glances women would give him when the two of them went out together. Natalie rolled her eyes as Carmy slipped his phone into his back pocket, “Okay, so 30k in personal debt? What do we do?” Carmy questioned, trying to keep his mind on work.

By the end of the night, Carmy was exhausted. Not only was running the restaurant proving to be more difficult than he’d originally thought, Mikey was still fucking him over from beyond the grave, and he needed to let off some steam before he blew up. When your account popped up on his ‘Likes You,’ he messaged you immediately and hoped you’d be down to hang out tonight. 

You excitedly walked up the stairs leading to Carmy’s apartment door after the week you’d had; his offer to come ‘hang out’ was just what you needed. There was a familiarity to his face, a warmth you couldn’t place, but the reality was you didn’t care that much. You waited a brief moment between knocking on his door and him opening it. You blushed, realizing he was a lot cuter in person. “Hey.” you smiled as you felt him look you up and down.

“Hey yourself.” he grinned as he moved aside to let you into his modest apartment. The first thing you noticed was piles of cookbooks and the distinct smell of stale cigarette smoke. You turned on your heel to face Carmy and confidently stepped toward him. Carmy smirked and reached out to grab your hips, “I’d ask if you want a tour, but this is pretty much it.” he chuckled as he ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. He softly nipped at the sensitive skin, and you giggled before bringing up how he could show you his bedroom. A groan escaped his mouth as you pushed him off of you. He leaned back and hungrily stared at your body before softly shaking his head. Carmy dropped his hands before grabbing one of yours. He gently pulled you toward a closed door you assumed to be his bedroom. 

As you crossed the threshold, your lips were on his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Carmy mumbled something against your mouth as his hands fumbled around your torso. He stumbled backward to his bed, pulling you as he tripped over a pair of jeans he’d left on the floor. 

“Fuck.” Carmy breathed as you began trailing kisses down his jaw toward his ear. You giggled at the reaction you were able to draw from him. As you ran a hand down his chest, you felt his hands grasp at your ass. He squeezed you through the sweatpants you’d worn, eliciting a soft moan from you. “Take this off,” you whispered into Carmy’s ear as you fisted the soft material covering his chest. Carmy nodded and followed your command. 

“I showed you mine. You show me yours.” Carmy said as he flipped the two of you over, wedging himself between your legs. You felt his growing length against your clothed core as you reached for the bottom of your tank top. Carmy marveled over your bare breasts before returning to kiss your lips. You clawed at his bare back as one of his large, calloused hands over your newly exposed skin. A whimper escaped your lips as Carmy rolled your nipple between his fingers. Carmy took the opportunity and gently pushed his tongue into your mouth. 

Your hands found the button of Carmy’s jeans and quickly tried to undo it. Ending the kiss, Carmy chuckled as his hand abandoned your breast as he sat back up on his knees to pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his cock from the denim prison he’d been in. You felt a blush develop on your cheeks as you looked at his penis, “Can I suck you off?” 

Carmy met your question with a chuckle, “Later. I need to fuck you already, sweetheart.” He shifted on his bed and stood up. As he loomed over your body, he pulled you by the hips, so your legs now dangled off of the mattress. Carmy pulled your sweatpants down in a swift movement as you giggled and squeezed your breasts. Carmy pushed your panties to the side and ran a finger up through your folds before landing on your clit. The sudden pressure on the bud of nerve endings made you whine softly, “Fuck me, Carmen!”

Carmy groaned as he rubbed small circles against your clit. You whined as Carmy leaned to the side to open his side table drawer. He pushed the drawer's contents around until his eye caught the reflective foil square he desperately wanted. You watched through squinted eyes as Carmy opened the condom and attempted to roll the lubricated latex down his leaking length. 

You gasped as Carmy started pushing his length into you. “Fuck- you feel so fuckin’ good.” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. As he pulled out, you reached your arms up to him; Carmy chuckled and leaned down to press his lips to yours as he began thrusting his hips at a steady pace enjoying the feeling of your pussy clench around him.

Your lips had melted together as Carmy’s thrusts got sloppier; you reached down to rub your clit. He moaned into your mouth as his motions stopped. The two of you were still for a few moments before he pulled his softening cock out of you. You stared up at the ceiling while he disposed of the condom, “You didn’t- did you?” he awkwardly asked. You propped yourself up on your elbows, “I didn’t… Can you pass me my pants?”

Carmy’s lips formed a tight grin, and he obliged the request. You took the pants from him and slipped them on before grabbing your discarded T-shirt. “Hey—uh, I’m sorry.” Carmy awkwardly apologized, and you shrugged in response. 

“Happens to the best of us, Carmen.”

[toomuchracket]

hey so i have absolutely no idea what this is or where it came from or which au it works for (maybe bday party or barista? idk), but here - a sultry little newly-dating matty drabble for you all:

"oh, thank you," you smile as matty hands you a glass of wine, and giggle as he leans down to press an easy kiss onto your glossy, mango-flavoured lips. his taste, as always, like spearmint gum and a hint of cigarettes; you think the combination is quickly becoming your favourite flavour. of course, the smoky sandalwood of the candle he's currently lighting is definitely up there too. "are you wasting a stupidly expensive candle on me, matthew?"

"beautiful girls deserve beautiful things, darling."

he flicks a cheeky grin back to you, and you curl further into the sofa, hiding your face behind your wine. you've never been good with compliments, and matty has an awful habit of dropping them into conversation as easy as breathing and totally overwhelming you - when you speak, your voice comes out as a murmur. "less of that nonsense, please."

"s'not nonsense, it's fact. but i really, really want you to stay here as long as possible tonight, so i'll try and keep the facts about you to a minimum."

"thank you."

"for you, anything. speaking of," he gestures to the shelves upon shelves of LPs on the wall opposite you. "wanna pick a record for us to put on, sweetheart?"

a sip of wine, a shake of the head. "you pick, please."

"alright," matty stands, scanning the collection for a second, reaching up to slide a couple of records out and deliberating. his shirt comes untucked at the back, and you have to force yourself not to fixate on the dimples at the base of his spine instead of listening to him. "so, tell me. what's new with you this week?"

you shrug. "nothing much, really. finished that work thing i was telling you about..."

"the new project?"

"yeah, just waiting for feedback on it. aside from that, it's been really quiet," you take another sip of wine as you watch matty carefully move the needle, and a memory pops into your head alongside the slow soul melody filling the room; you blurt it out before the nerves get the better of you. he'll like this. "oh, and i realised i can't make myself cum anymore."

as expected, it gets to matty - he coughs, turning and blinking up at you in bewilderment. the words seem to sink in after a second, and his pretty face shifts into a half-smirk. "yeah?" he crosses to the couch in two strides, settling himself at the opposite end from you and manoeuvring your stockinged feet onto his lap; as he has a drink of his wine, a calloused finger from the other hand traces patterns on your ankle, leaving goosebumps in its wake despite the 40-denier barrier between your respective bare skin. "please enlighten me on how you figured that one out, gorgeous."

you roll your eyes. "how'd you think?"

"well, i can tell you what i'd like to think," matty downs the rest of his wine, shuffling closer along the couch towards you; he stops when his thigh meets yours, and the closeness is thrilling. a thumb swipes tenderly over your knee. "but i'd like to hear the truth from you, please."

"alright," a smile etches its way onto your face, as it always does when he looks at you all gooey-eyed like this; it grows when you stretch to lay your glass down and his eyes trail down to your chest, and a matching one appears on his face when your hand softly cards through his hair. "hands, pillow, showerhead, vibrator, in that order, in the span of maybe... two hours? and nothing, not one method, none of it could get me off," you huff out a laugh, loving the way matty's eyes close and a small moan leaves his lips at the thought. "think you've ruined anything and everything else for me, baby."

matty hums happily, gently tugging you so you're straddling his lap and resting his arms on your hips. when he opens his eyes, you shiver excitedly at the way his pupils have dilated with want. "should've phoned me, darling," he practically coos, voice low and all but dripping with sex. "always more than willing to give you what you want, what you need."

"i know," you rest your forehead against matty's, head growing dizzy at the way your breath mingles with his. "but i couldn't have phoned you that night, baby, i really couldn't."

you feel his brow furrow. "why not?"

"because," you smile, practically into his mouth. "it wasn't long after you'd left mine. didn't want you to think i was, y'know, desperate," you laugh, and so does he, soft as silk. "but i couldn't stop thinking about you, matty. i can't stop, ever, actually, not at all."

"feeling's mutual, sweetheart."

"yeah?"

"yeah," he tilts his head, lips finding yours with pinpoint accuracy; you melt into him, sighing softly as his tongue swipes across your skin and into your mouth, simultaneously forceful and delicate and just so uniquely... matty. he breaks away at the last possible second before oxygen becomes an immediate necessity, chuckling as he gulps for air and softly caresses your hips. "fuck, you're so good. jesus," he beams, wild-eyed and messy-haired, and something in your heart cracks. "really wanna make up for the other night, now, darling, if you'll let me."

"please," your voice is wanton, but you're too wired to be embarrassed about that - it's not like you could be, anyway, with matty looking at you so sexily. "how do you want me?"

"christ, so many ways... can i deliberate while i take you to bed?"

you nod, kissing him again with a smile. "can do anything you want."

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Little April, CG Ann

Info: Part 1/2 of gift for @cryingatwindermerepeaks! Little April can’t and refuses to sleep

Tags: @kawaiipeacemusic @helloomimi @aggies-little-duck

Not sleeping for an extended period of time was not good for you. April was in fact fully aware of this. She had seen Andy participate in a competition where he had to stay awake for a long period of time when they first started dating. It had not ended well for either of them. However April chose to ignore this fact frequently, usually choosing to rely on coffee to get her through her day. She was procrastinating sleeping the same way she procrastinated her work; hanging out with Andy. 

The two of them were engaged in a brutal mario kart competition with Ben and Leslie. Ben was in the lead like always and April could hear faint grumbling from Andy. He groaned dramatically, slumping on the couch as Ben secured first place. Leslie chuckled softly at his antics while Ben grinned triumphantly. April kept her knees curled up to her chest as she crossed the finish line not finding the effort to be excited about her third place. She was exhausted after the long day of dealing with all of Ron's appointments that she had scheduled for today by accident.

“April you okay over there?” Ben asked and April burrowed further into the black blanket Ann had gotten her a few weeks before during her shark week. “I’m fine” She replied and really it was only a half lie. She was just exhausted and struggling to function while holding off her headspace. But other than that April was fine and she didn’t need Ann. That's what she was telling herself anyway even as she yawned and her littlespace began to creep in.

 “We have to go babies” Leslie announced standing up while Ben set up a movie for Andy. “Not a baby” April mumbled and Leslie shot a fond smile towards her as she pulled out her phone. “Bye guys” April said, not bothering to get up to hug them.

She felt her phone vibrate as the couple walked out the door and she checked it. It was a long text so April skimmed it. Turned out to be Mama asking if she was okay since Leslie had texted her some concerns. She frowned at the bright screen turning the brightness down before typing back a simple yeah, tired. Unsurprisingly Ann texted back quickly Want me to come over baby bat? April stared down at the offer gnawing on her lip. She replied with a thumbs up before she could change her mind.

“Bubby” April said quietly and Andy’s head snapped toward her with a big grin “yeah ‘pril?” He asked eager to help like always. “Mamas coming over soon n I’m probly gonna have to take a nap. Could you try n distract her for me?” April asked hopefully. She really didn’t want to take a nap and Andy could be a master at distracting caregivers. Andy nodded excitedly “of course!! I’m gonna be Burt Macklin” he made a mock serious face.

April grinned and leaned forward to high five him which he responded to immediately. They sat together watching the weird robot thing movie Andy had picked until she heard a familiar voice. “Sweetheart?” Ann called as she closed and locked the front door behind her. April sat up a little straighter, squirming out of the blanket “Mama?” Ann walked in and saw April's exhausted expression and her heart melted. “Oh baby bat, how long has it been since you’ve slept?” She asked, crossing her arms but kept her tone gentle.

Andy practically leaped off the couch “Miss Ann!!! I’m Burt Macklin!” He declared this with a fervor as he adjusted his fake badge. Ann looked up at him with a warm smile but her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw April's smirk. “Well then I’m very pleased to have a detective with me to investigate why little miss April is so sleepy” Ann said gesturing for Andy to come over. He and April exchanged a mildly panicked look. Neither of them had prepared for this possibility. “Uhhh I have returned to being Andy! Who would like to watch his movie.” Andy said this  with as much determination as his first declaration.

Ann smiled at him and then returned to April “so little one how long has it been?” She repeated the question with an edge of sternness and April knew she had to answer. “Almost 24 hours” April admitted which wasn’t her worst but she wasn’t about to tell her Mama that. A flicker of disappointment crossed Ann’s face but she masked it. “So it’s naptime hmm?” Ann said and April begrudgingly nodded, not wanting to see the disappointment again. 

April slowly stood up and Ann wrapped an arm around her waist and April burrowed into her side. “Bye bye Bubby” she mumbled to Andy as Ann guided her back to her room. “Do you have enough energy to let me help you get changed?” Ann asked and April nodded, sitting on the bed and tugging off her leggings as Ann found her favorite pajamas. They were a gift from Andy and had little wolves on them. Next Ann guided the sweatshirt off and April was fully in her pajamas. 

“Mama?” April asked, rubbing her eyes “yes April?”Ann asked, pausing in her take of folding the clothes. “Can I have the bat pacifier? Not for too long don’t wanna hurt teeth” April asked expressing her worries and Ann nodded. “We can let it get you to sleep and then I’ll take it out. Does that sound okay?” April nodded, not even protesting when Ann gently pushed the pacifier in though usually she’d want to do it. April crawled underneath both her regular blanket and her black weighted one and Ann came in after her.

Ideally after just a few minutes April would be asleep. It was practically the perfect conditions. But for some reason she just couldn’t. She buried her face into Ann's chest letting out a grumbly whine. “Poor baby bat can’t get to sleep?” Ann questioned stroking April's hair and she nodded. They struggled like that for almost an hour until Ann tugged her onto her lap and wrapped April in the blankets. April was too lethargic and exhausted to protest. Finally April managed to doze off and get the rest she deserved.

[vexic929]

Earth-2 Etude

Chapter 2

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Chapter 3: link

The city outside was cast in warm electric glow, a mixture of towering glass façades and sleek structural embellishments that made everything feel like a postcard. The streets stretched in neat, measured lines beneath flickering signs, their neon edges catching the drizzle left from an earlier rain. His hearing aids picked up the distant churn of car engines, the low static hum of the power grid threading through the city. Even after all these years, the technology was too sensitive, catching sounds he didn't want, amplifying things that weren't meant to be amplified.

The headache that had begun hours ago, in the suffocating walls of Iron Heights, had settled into something dull and persistent behind his left eye.

Singh had wasted his time. That much was certain. Two hours of posturing, two hours of smirking half-truths, two hours of dragging out every syllable just to watch Hartley twitch with irritation. And in the end, all Hartley had to show for it was a thick stack of paperwork and a vague suggestion that he should "try again" next week, as if Singh hadn't known from the start that he'd be stringing him along.

It was infuriating. More than that, it was exhausting.

By the time Hartley reached his apartment, he was too wired to rest but too drained to focus. The place was small but precise, meticulous - everything arranged exactly where he wanted it, clean lines and dark surfaces, shelves packed with notes and blueprints stacked with careful organization. His workbench, littered with half-finished projects, called to him from the corner.

Hamelin and Erdős stirred the moment he entered, the largest of his rats lifting his head from his perch, while Erdős scrambled excitedly to the edge of the cage trailed by a sleepy Boq and Moon. Hartley gave them a brief glance before tossing his coat over the arm of the worn leather chair in the corner. He reached for his hearing aids, flicking them off, and let the silence drape over him like a weighted blanket.

He didn't like to think about the fact that his father had designed them.

It had been years but the memory remained: his father hunched over his work, efficient in every movement. Hartley had been seven, deaf since birth, too young to understand the way his father's fascination with perfecting new technology had nothing to do with actually helping him. The prototype hearing aids had been a success. A medical marvel, even.

But they hadn't been for him.

Hartley sat heavily in his desk chair, rubbing his temple, trying to decide whether he had the energy to start on his reports or whether he should just drink himself unconscious and try again tomorrow. He barely had time to make a decision before it happened.

A flash - blinding, searing, tearing across the skyline.

A heartbeat later, the world roared.

The entire apartment trembled. An energy wave crashed through the walls, rattling the shelves, sending loose papers fluttering to the floor. Instinct took over - Hartley flicked his hearing aids back on just in time to make everything worse.

The explosion's aftershock rolled through the city and suddenly everything was too loud.

He could hear sirens wailing, car alarms blaring down the street, the crackling of damaged electrical wires beneath his floorboards. Footsteps from his neighbors vibrated through the walls and ceiling, people shouted several floors below, doors slammed, his rats squeaked in panic and darted around their cages, the uneven drip of a leaky faucet in the next apartment over threatened to shatter the last of his sanity.

And beneath it all, a screeching in his skull like a razor-sharp knife against his nerves, high and relentless cut into his thoughts, shredding his concentration.

Hartley grit his teeth, willing the pain away, hands flying to his ears as he doubled over in his chair. It didn't help. He could still hear everything, his breathing too loud, his heartbeat roaring in his ears.

Something was wrong.

He yanked his hearing aids free but it did nothing. The noise remained. It wasn't the hearing aids.

It was him.

Hartley swallowed down bile, forcing his shaking hands to brace against the desk. His head was spinning. He needed to think. To fix this. To-

His eyes flicked to the battered metal casing of the hearing aids. He had modified them a dozen times over the years but this - this wasn't something he could fix with a simple screwdriver and a new circuit board. He wasn't even sure where to begin the alterations needed to make this...whatever the hell this was bearable.

There was only one person who knew the intimate workings of the machines more than Hartley. He'd hoped never to speak to his father again.

[liaromancewriter]

Birthday Cake

Premise: Ethan Ramsey doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. No one told his daughters that.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. OC children Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 875

A/N: In Lia Land, Ethan's birthday is on July 31. I forgot to mark the occasion, but better late than never. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge August challenge, birthday dialogue prompt (in bold). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 46, prompt 3 (in bold).

Ethan Ramsey couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated his birthday with a party. Cassie knew how much he detested the fanfare around that day and respected his wishes not to make a big deal out of it.

Besides, he much preferred their private celebrations. Their sex life had always been hot, but it was downright incendiary on anniversaries and birthdays.

The special day was a week away, and he’d already made plans. Naveen had given him the keys to his cabin while he spent the summer visiting family. The nanny would look after the girls, and his dad was coming up from Providence to spend the day with them.

Ethan was already salivating in anticipation of unwrapping his birthday present.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Cassie commented from the other side of the couch, lowering the tablet in her hand, brow arched in question.

It was Saturday afternoon, and they were spending a quiet day at home. The twins were on the floor, engrossed in their coloring books. He heard them whispering and giggling mischievously every now and then. But that was a common occurrence between them, and he didn’t give it any mind.

“Just thinking,” he drawled, dropping his voice after a quick glance at the girls, “about my birthday present. And how much I will enjoy unwrapping it, inch by slow inch.”

“You have my full attention,” Cassie laughed, throwing him a sultry wink. “Two words. Black. Lace.”

“Happy Birthday to me,” he chuckled, seductively running one index finger up her shorts-clad leg, enjoying how she shivered.

At four years old (four and a half, thank you very much), Eloise and Sophie Ramsey knew birthdays meant cake. The games and presents were nice too, but really, it was all about the cake.

Eloise liked chocolate cake best, with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Lots of rainbow-colored sprinkles. Sophie didn’t mind chocolate, but she’d rather have yellow cake with cream and strawberries; the more, the better.

It was just too bad their birthday was still months and months away. Instead, they had to settle for coloring a slice of cake on the page, they thought, sharing a commiserating look with each other.

And then they heard Daddy say the magic words.

Ethan quickly dropped his hand when he heard the sound of rushing feet. Before he could react, his arms were full of two little girls, their bodies vibrating excitedly.

“Daddy, is it your birthday today?” they chorused, pulling at the front of his shirt.

“Can we have a party?” Sophie said winningly, twirling one finger around a lock of hair.

“And birthday cake,” Eloise said, smacking her lips in a gesture reminiscent of her mother.

Ignoring Cassie’s snort and “Busted!” comment, he struggled for balance as Eloise and Sophie climbed atop the couch. They surrounded him, caging him between themselves, their tiny hands patting his cheeks for attention.

“Can we? Please?”

“Please, Daddy. Please?”

“It’s not my birthday today,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over their incessant pleading.

“It’s next week,” Cassie piped in eagerly.

“Not helping, Rookie,” Ethan glared at her, using the old nickname as he did whenever she annoyed him.

The girls ignored them, talking out loud as they planned who to invite to the party. Their list seemed to include everyone they’d ever met in their life.

“Grandpa Alan, Uncle Naveen, Aunty Si and Uncle Max. And Noah and Belle and Amelia and Bailey—”

“Don’t forget Grandmother Livvy and Grandpa Robbie,” Eloise interrupted her sister impatiently. “And Uncle Bryce and Aunt Rora.”

“Daddy, can we get a clown for the party?” Sophie asked.

“I want a magician,” Eloise added, tripping over the word so that it sounded like ‘maj-shun’.

“No, we cannot,” Ethan said grumpily, his scowl designed to dampen their enthusiasm. It didn’t work as he’d intended.

“Why not?” Eloise shot back.

She lifted her chin mulishly, green eyes firing in a surprisingly adult manner. However, Sophie’s eyes pooled with tears, making Ethan feel like a heel.

“Yeah, Dr. Ramsey, why not?” Cassie teased, lifting Sophie onto her lap as she scooted beside him on the couch.

“I never liked celebrating my birthday,” he explained calmly, looking down at his daughters.

Sophie was now cuddled against her mother, her face half-hidden, but he could see the damp spot forming on Cassie’s white top. If one thing was guaranteed to make him cave despite his best intentions, it was watching his daughters cry.

“We want cake,” Eloise said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

“How about we go to the bakery and get cake?” Ethan cajoled, feeling trapped.

“But that’s not a birthday cake,” Sophie argued, voice wobbly.

“A cake is a cake,” Ethan said reasonably, throwing Cassie a pleading look, hoping she’d back him up on this.

“A birthday cake is special,” Cassie nodded sagely. “Especially when it comes with balloons and pizza. Want to help me plan the party, girls?”

Traitor, Ethan thought in annoyance, shooting Cassie a look that promised retribution.

The twins jumped in delight, their voices bubbling over with excitement. And Ethan resigned himself to the inevitable as he watched his plans to seduce his wife go up in smoke.

Looks like he was having a birthday party.

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[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "Looks like you're on your own hook, too."

ROSEMARY - "Of course, of course, of course..." The drunk raises his pilsner and nods. "It is what it is, you know? What it's always been. People, buddy-boy, it's the people."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He has long forgotten what you were talking about.

3. "Why does the bottle of spirits cost 300 reál?"

ROSEMARY - "See, friend..." He brings out a one-litre bottle with blue-ish liquid. The mouth is corked shut. "It's *real* valuable. Worth every reál, if you catch my drift. Got it from a bit of a business venture..."

Nod -- let him speak.

"No one can buy spirits for 300 reál, that's crazy."

"I'll just have the spirits and not the story today, thank you."

ROSEMARY - "You know, it's funny, actually..." He bursts out laughing, then takes three gulps of his pilsner and stares at you intently.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.

"What is?"

ROSEMARY - "What?"

"What do you mean *what*? What did you think was funny earlier?"

"Forget about it, I just want the spirits!"

ROSEMARY - "This guy, this guy..." He says and shakes his index finger at you.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Conversation might bring a discount, no?

"Where did you get the bottle of spirits from?"

"Okay, can I just get the spirits if that's okay with you?"

"You know what?! I don't even want the spirits anymore!"

ROSEMARY - "Oh, this is medicinal spirits. The good stuff. Got it from the doctor's office."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - He ain't shitting you. Medicinal spirits are a blast, *bratan*. The flaming truth of this joke of a world.

ROSEMARY - "I got one of those scientific ampoules a few months ago. 'Torpedo' they call it. It's supposed to keep a man from takin' a drink." He spits a nasty yellow clot on the ground before you.

"Didn't stop *me* for shit, that's for sure!" His voice rings with pride. "Five lemons with half a pack of butter and you're good to go."

"That's a good tip, I should remember it."

"That sounds dangerous."

ROSEMARY - "It was," he croaks. "In a week the goddamned kidneys started giving me all kinds of hell. Finally the missus took me to a private doctor's office -- not a charity, the real thing..."

"Those assholes!" He gets visibly angry. "Those assholes charged me *four reál* to remove the damn thing. But I came out on top after all!"

"Assholes..."

"Have they no shame taking money for a service they provide!"

"Okay, how?"

ROSEMARY - "But the idiots left me alone in there. Now, I used to teach high school biology. I *know* what doctors use to preserve dead thingies..." He gets an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Two I already sold to these fine gentlemen here," he nods at his companions. "But this last one is yours for three reál, if you want it?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Don't say it.

"I thought it was 300 reál."

"Can I smell it first?"

"I think it will prove... useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Here..." He uncorks the bottle and holds it under your nose. "Be careful, it's extremely flammable. One spark and the entire city of Revachol is wiped off the map."

PAIN THRESHOLD [Legendary: Failure] - Feels like someone set a mustard field ablaze right inside your nose, then drenched it in tear gas. Your nose is a singular source of pain... but at the same time you don't remember the last time you felt so alive.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - In all fairness, that might be attributed to the retrograde amnesia.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Did I not tell you, *bratan*? This is it -- this is our party drink. This is what we're having, baby! Please get it for me! (The tie vibrates excitedly around your neck again.)

ROSEMARY - "So, what's the deal, friend? Want the spirits or not?"

"I think it will prove… useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Three reál and it's yours, friend. The deal of a lifetime!"

REACTION SPEED - Well done. You got it.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's a much more reasonable price right there. Makes sense now.

Well, shit, at those prices we can't afford *not* to buy it.

3. [3 reál] "Here's the money for the spirits."

Item gained: Blue Medicinal Spirit

ROSEMARY - He hands you the bottle. "Jus' make sure to *enjoy* that one, friend!"

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - *Bratan*, I am so proud. Now -- whatever you do, don't drink it. This deserves so much more than just regular *oral* consumption.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - The tie is *SO* on the money there! Up the bum it goes!

Huh...

But… I don't wanna put it up my bum.

Okay, right. We're putting it in the bum!

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Who said anything about putting it up there? No, we're gonna put it in a *way* more special place. Soooo special. Just hang on to it, keep it safe. Wait for my sign!

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Soon. The time will come soon. Have patience, brave one.

We could also buy more alcohol to trade to Idiot Doom Spiral, but let's see if we can find some around first.

6. "I'm off." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "In the civilized world, it's a custom to tip the shopkeep, friend. But come back anyway." He waves you off.

BLUE MEDICINAL SPIRIT

The liquid has an unearthly blue tint. The kind that might or might not, but definitely *does* glow in the dark. This is 98,7 pure alcohol. Keep it away from an open flame.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail," grumbles an unshaven man with a ruddy nose. He narrows his eyes at you as if in recognition, then turns his head away.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Medium: Success] - The noxious odour emanating from the drunken man is strong and familiar.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't ya call her, ya hear. Don't call Abigail..."

"I am the law."

"Who is Abigail?"

"I'll call whoever I want, don't tell me what to do."

"This is making me uncomfortable." [Leave.]

+1 Lawbringer

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant sighs. "You really don't have to... Besides, he won't understand you anyway."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Abigail... oh, Abigail..." He mutters while trying to brush something off his extremely dirty trousers. His movements are slow and awkward.

2. "Who is Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He draws out a disgusting snort, then mumbles, waving a finger in your general direction: "Ugh... Abigail... don't ya... fuckin'... call Abigail."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Abigail is his wife or girlfriend. Chances are, she's gone. Calling her wouldn't make it any better or worse.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

"Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

Walk away. [Leave.]

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His eyes move around erratically, the look in them hazy and unfocused. "Don't call Abigail," he says.

2. "Where am I? What is this place?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The man hiccups, then mumbles something unintelligible.

3. "Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He snorts and beckons you to lean in closer.

Lean in.

Don't lean in.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His breath smells harsh like a toxic swamp as he whispers to you: "Don't call Abigail. Don't call Abigail!" He then waves his hand, as if shooing you away.

"Hey, I'm on an important official investigation, I demand you answer my questions."

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's no use in yelling at drunks," the lieutenant interjects. "He's barely holding it together."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The drunk man starts coughing, a really disgusting hacking cough.

5. "Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He glares at you. "Don't ya fuckin' call her, hear me." His voice trembles with every word, becoming ever weaker. "Abigail," he whimpers in the end.

"Don'... don'..." the man stammers, "don't call..." Slowly, his head nods off to the side and he passes out, tongue dangling from his mouth.

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "There was little chance he'd be a reliable witness, anyway."

[greatideas-badwriter]

Worth The Risk: Chapter 2

AN: You know what I love in stories like this? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Ol' Sasu can't be a great guy right off the bat, or else things would be boring, right?

Right, guys?

…Guys?

Anyway, please keep that in mind for the first half of this story.

ALSO, I'll switch back and forth from Sasuke and Sakura's POV, so we can experience BOTH sides of the story.

Don't like that?

I wanna say tough titties because I should be confident and strong, but I want people to like me and this fic, so….uh….Please give it a chance? Ha!

Thanks for reading! :D

Sakura's spirits were lower than low as she allowed Ino to pull her toward the bar at some club one week after being fired from Oasis. She wasn't successful in procuring a job, even after her self-imposed deadline. So, after explaining the situation to her new friend, the woman was convinced to come out drinking before she left.

The bus ticket to Konoha was for next week, Monday, eight days away. All her belongings were packed and ready to go except her clothes.

"The drinks are on me tonight, Bestie! Let's get shit-faced!" Karin, who'd also tagged along, shared an excited grin with Ino as they flagged down the bartender and submitted a drink order.

She stood there, feeling uncomfortable and depressed in the otherwise lively environment. Music was playing so loudly that they had to almost yell to hear one another, and the bass vibrated her ribcage each time it hit.

It was like she saw herself in a third-person point of view as the trio of women took shots of tequila, following them up with the classic dash of salt and lime.

"Geez, you didn't even flinch, Saku. Lighten up a little. It'll be alright. We'll keep in touch, right Karin?"

It was apparent the two Otogakure women were trying to cheer her up by any means necessary, and if the situation wasn't as bleak as it was, Sakura might've teared up at that kindness.

"Sorry. I'm just going to miss you guys, is all."

"Well, if you mean that, let's make this the best night ever!"

Feeling guilty for not being completely honest about why she was so upset about returning home to Konoha, Sakura allowed them to pressure her into taking many more shots. Two hours later, just after midnight, all three women were thoroughly inebriated.

Karin was the first to abandon the group, having recognized a boy she'd gone to high school with who apparently had the glow-up of the century. She excused herself with a determination to seduce him. With a body and face akin to that of a lingerie model, Sakura didn't doubt the redhead would succeed, especially judging by the pink on the white-haired man's face when he noticed her approaching.

Ino and the pinkette danced and drank for half an hour before a familiar-looking man with black hair and pale skin approached, asking if the blonde would like to dance.

'Oh! I think that's the guy she was flirting with at Oasis! He was there on my first day and the Friday after that. Ino said he's hot. I should make sure she knows it's okay. I'd hate to ruin her chances,' Sakura covertly grinned with a slight nod when her drinking partner glanced uncertainly her way.

She mouthed, "Thank you," before allowing the man to take her hand and lead her back to the dance floor.

So, the Haruno woman was on her own, sipping some sort of mixed drink that burned the back of her throat, though she'd grown numb to the sensation since she was drunk. She turned to lean her back against the bar, searching the crowd for her two friends to see how they were fairing.

A knowing grin tugged at her lips when she saw Karin pulling her target through the crowd toward the exit with a triumphant expression. They were obviously going home together.

Ino was beaming as she danced excitedly with her crush, who looked at her like she was the most exciting thing on the planet. Either he was just as drunk as her or liked the blonde a lot. Maybe it was both reasons.

Sighing blissfully, Sakura turned back toward the counter and tossed back the rest of her drink. Her friends were right. The negative emotions weren't nearly as overwhelming in her inebriated state. She didn't feel as awkward as usual sitting alone at the bar in a packed dance club. Instead, she felt warm and happy.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?" Sakura's spine straightened when a low, attractive voice came behind her.

Turning in her seat, the breath in her throat became stuck when dark, expressive eyes locked onto hers. The rest of the man was just as stunning. His black hair had that naturally tousled look that came off as attractive rather than messy, his jawline was so sharp it could likely cut diamonds, and his lips looked soft as they turned up into a small, flirty grin. His high-end, dark clothing suited him to a tee, too.

On any other day, Sakura would've been terrified to be in the presence of a strange man, especially one this tall and fit, but she threw caution to the wind because she was determined to have a good night no matter what, "I was waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'Oh my God, Sakura Haruno. You totally just flirted, and it wasn't a complete failure! Maybe you've still got it after all these years!'

The man lifted a sleek eyebrow, placing a hand on the counter's edge and leaning in so she could hear him better, "Is that right? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

A small smile met the woman's lips as he offered a hand, and she paused only for a moment to think about it before accepting and allowing him to guide her out to the floor. Once in a spot that he found appropriate, the pair danced.

Drunk and carefree, a song or two later, Sakura turned around, a wave of satisfaction and arousal rolling up her insides when his hands found her hips and guided her back against him, where they moved sensually to the beat.

That tantalizing voice met her right ear as his lips appeared beside it, his breath tickling her skin, "I didn't expect you to be so good at this."

Bravely, she ran a hand up into his hair on the back of his head, turning her neck slightly so he could lean further where his ear was toward her, "Really? Did you only ask me to dance because you pitied me sitting up there all alone?"

An attractive chuckle vibrated through his chest against her back, "You're not here alone, Baby. I saw you with your friends earlier. I just waited for the right time to come over."

Sakura's breath hitched when his hands moved slowly up from her hips to her waist, long fingers squeezing slightly as though trying to memorize the curves. Her eyes closed, head falling back slightly to rest against his shoulder with a knowing smirk, "What a stalker! Should I run?"

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it once before wooing into her damp skin, "If so, I'll chase you."

Not knowing what to say to such blatant flirting, Sakura just laughed, arching her neck a little so he'd have better access to it. Taking the hint, he kissed her again, lips brushing her skin as he moved them up to her ear, where he whispered, "Tell me your name. Mine is-"

Sakura sat up with a gasp, looking around in a panic only to realize she was in bed at her apartment. A swift breath sucked in past her lips when a throbbing headache suddenly hit. She lifted a hand to her temple, groaning. 'What happened last night? I was dancing with some guy, and then everything just goes blank.'

Green eyes widened, and the woman dropped her hand, lifting the blanket to verify she wasn't naked and becoming dizzy upon realizing she was wearing a man's dark blue button-up shirt and her undergarments, nothing else. Instantly, tears were rolling heavily down her cheeks.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I slept with that guy, didn't I? How could I be so stupid?' Pausing in her anxiety attack, she looked at the empty spot on the other side of the bed, 'Wait a minute…Where is he? Did he really leave without taking his shirt back? And did we use protection? I don't have enough money for emergency contraceptives right now!'

Her hectic thoughts went blank when she noticed a small piece of paper on her nightstand. Picking it up with trembling fingers, her pulse heightened further. It said, "Call me when you wake up. -Sasuke," followed by a phone number.

Sakura immediately grabbed her phone and dialed "Sasuke's" number. When she realized she should probably take a moment to calm down and gather herself, it was too late because a familiar voice came from the device, "Hello?"

"U-Um, hi. Is this Sasuke?" The girl covered her face with one hand, cursing herself for sounding so obviously upset and lame.

"Oh, hey. You're the girl from last night, right? Did you really call me the moment you woke up? I'm flattered."

She moved the device away to look at the screen and realized it wasn't even nine in the morning yet, which was very early after the night of partying the pair had done. Mortified, she stammered, deciding to get the information she needed and get off the phone because it wasn't like she'd ever see him again anyway, "Yes, I…. I want to ask you something. Did we, um…. Were we careful last night, or…?" Her voice betrayed her, wavering and cracking as she fell into tears again.

'I can't believe I let something like this happen. I've only ever slept with one other person in my life. This was too reckless.'

There was a long pause, "Careful? What're you talking about?"

Sniffling, Sakura squeezed her eyes closed and forced out, "Did you use a condom or not? Please just answer the question so if you didn't, I can…. You know…." A chuckle met her ears, making her frown deepen, "I-Is something funny?"

Sasuke sobered up, sighing amusedly before finally easing her gutwrenching worry, "We didn't fuck, you idiot. Stop crying."

The woman stammered, baffled, "But you were in my apartment, right? Your shirt…."

"Listen, I would've gone through with it if you hadn't passed out. I'm still offended, you know."

For some reason, the pinkette giggled, trying to muffle it with her hand before wiping at her slowing tears, "I fell asleep? How embarrassing…."

"You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel?"

"Sorry! I-I don't remember anything at all, but, um, thank you for making sure I got home safe."

Sakura's eyes widened when she realized she was smiling. Sasuke's unserious, casual responses comforted her somehow. It'd been a long time, four years to be exact since it was this easy to talk to a male.

He chuckled again, "I tell you what. Get dinner with me tonight, and I'll consider forgiving you."

The woman's grin fell. 'Does he want to meet up because we didn't sleep together last night, and he wants to try his luck again?'

"It'd be cool if we hooked up after; I know that's probably what you're worried about, and I won't say no if you offer, but I actually just want my shirt back. It was a gift from my brother; otherwise, I'd let you keep it. I just figured we could grab a bite while we're out."

Reassured, Sakura hesitantly agreed, "Um, okay then. Where should I meet you?"

'What's the harm in getting dinner with him? I'll be on a bus to Konoha next week anyway, and I won't have anything to eat today if I don't accept.'

So, she cleaned the shirt carefully, following the instructions on its tag, showered, dressed, and killed time until the afternoon when it was time to meet Sasuke.

Sakura was a few minutes late when arriving at the address she'd been given but received a text while approaching the restaurant building, saying he was also running behind. So, rather than awkwardly sit at a table by herself inside, she leaned against the side of the building and scrolled through apps on her phone while waiting. She also texted her date to let him know so he'd approach her when he arrived.

'I can't remember what his face looks like, but I do know he was handsome. Will I even recognize him when he gets here? Knowing me, I'm going to make a fool out of myself. I haven't gone on a date in years, after all. What kind of twenty-one-year-old am I?'

She knew why she was the way she was but refused to dwell on the reason, for it'd ruin her mood and make her want to abandon their plans.

"Hey, I'm here. Let's go in. It's freezing."

Sakura stood straight, gaze lifting from her phone to the familiar voice at her side, only to lay eyes on the dark-haired asshole that'd gotten her fired from Oasis. Fear flooded her entire body, the small bag containing the man's shirt falling to the ground as she shakily took a few steps away.

Sasuke lifted a brow, "What's wrong with you?"

'...He doesn't recognize me. Do I tell him? If I do, he might hurt me. He was pissed the last time I saw him, after all. Should I try to run? What if he chases me? I should just make an excuse and get out of here before he figures it out.'

"I-I….Something came up, so I can't stay. Goodbye!"

She turned and began walking quickly down the alleyway from the intimidating man, only for him to jog up and grab her wrist, "What's your problem?"

Terror locked the woman's limbs, and she tugged weakly at her wrist, remembering how tightly he'd squeezed it at the bar that night. She couldn't even turn to face him. "P-Please let go. I really need to get out of here."

"You might be the worst liar I've ever met. At least look me in the eye. Don't be fuckin' rude."

When she didn't obey his command, he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn, lightly shoving her against the alleyway wall and leering down at her with that dreadful glare. The act triggered memories of her ex-boyfriend doing the same thing, which brought tears to Sakura's eyes as she looked helplessly up at Sasuke.

It was like a rabbit staring a wolf in the mouth.

He didn't appear to care that she was scared and growled, "Tell me what your problem is. It can't be that you aren't attracted to me, so what is it?"

If she wasn't trembling like a leaf and fearing for her life, Sakura would've scoffed at his egotistical statement. 'He won't let me go until I tell him the truth. I just hope he doesn't cause too much damage. I can't afford to go to the hospital.'

"You really don't remember me?"

His glare faltered only slightly, "What?"

Sakura tried to shove his hand off her shoulder, failing, "We met before last night, about a week ago at Oasis. I-I, um, I poured-" "The new girl! Fuck, I knew you looked familiar! There aren't a lot of people walking around with pink hair."

His nonchalant attitude briefly triggered the woman's anger from that day, and she muttered, "Well, I got fired because of you, so if you'll kindly let go. I don't want to see your face for another second."

Sasuke scoffed, his grip tightening rather than releasing as he leered at her with a similar aura as when she'd freshly poured wine on his head, "You think I'm going to let you go after what you did? I told you I'd make you regret it, didn't I?"

"What did you expect? I repeatedly told you to stop, but you kept on! You're so-!" Sakura's statement was cut off when the man's other hand suddenly lifted to wrap around her neck, making the blood drain from her face.

He hissed, "Woman or not, this won't do. Should I teach you a lesson? Not only did you disrespect me, but you did it in front of others."

"Hey, yo, is that you, Sasuke? What's up, man!"

The pair looked toward the alleyway entrance where the restaurant entrance was. It was Hidan, the silver-haired man at the bar that night, too. A gorgeous woman with blueish-purple hair and a tall man with orange hair were beside him.

Without wasting a moment, Sakura took advantage of the distraction and slipped out of Sasuke's grasp, taking off in a sprint and not looking back, even when the man yelled, "Hey, wait!"

She ran until her legs felt like jelly and her lungs were on fire. Thankfully, when she looked around, it was clear they hadn't followed her this far. 'What should I do? He knows where I live!' With no choice, the woman dialed up Ino, panickedly speaking, when the blonde answered, "Can I stay at your place for a few nights?"

"Holy shit! It's packed!" Hidan exclaimed as the group of men entered Rainism, the only respectable club on the east side of Otogakure.

Sasuke was in a foul mood, not bothering to respond as they headed to the bar.

A few guys there appeared to recognize them and vacated the area, leaving just the right amount of space for them to sit and order drinks. The Uchiha man was pissed because his crazy ex-girlfriend, one of many, had slit the tires on his car. Not only that, but the replacements had to be ordered, so he couldn't drive it for a few days.

"It's just a car, Bro. Get yourself some action tonight, and get over it," Akatsuki's resident loudmouth barked.

He bit back, "She's lucky she's with Kimimaru, or I'd kill that bitch."

'If I piss him off, he'll go to his boss and start shit between the families.'

"Yeah, that's fucked up. Tayuya has a new dude but still tries to mess around with you. What a slut," Sasori mused, fingering a strand of his boyfriend's long hair.

"That's rich, coming from you. Didn't you do something similar to Kankuro after you guys broke up? You're even the one who dumped him! Psychopath," Hidan laughed, pinkish-purple eyes surveying the establishment.

Deidara snickered, "That was my idea. Don't give him all the credit, hm."

"Ugh, whatever. Shut up so I can focus."

Sasuke sipped the bitter-tasting whisky in his glass, absently gazing around the large room since there was nothing else to do. He didn't even want to come here tonight, but the other three wouldn't leave him the hell alone until he agreed.

'I'm pretty sure, between Hidan and me, we've fucked every woman in this building. We might've even done a few together,' the man guessed, not feeling as amused as he normally would.

What could he say? Akatsuki members aren't shy about sex. Hell, he couldn't count on his fingers the number of times he'd walked into the kitchen or living room back home to see people shamelessly hooking up for any and all to watch.

"Yo, Sasuke. Look, three o'clock."

Snapped out of his daze, the man looked across the bar to his right to see a group of three women in the dimly lit club: one redhead and two blondes. If his mind served, they weren't in his little black book. His dark eyes trailed over each of them before smirking, "Dibs on the skinny one."

Hidan laughed, "Why her? I'll take the blonde with bigger tits."

As confidently as always, Sasuke lifted his glass and gestured toward the woman in question, "Look at her, Dumbass. It's the shy ones that're the craziest in bed." Though that's true, he added, thinking, 'Not to mention she's fucking sexy. Who gives a damn if she has small tits? Boobs are boobs.'

He was self-aware, so he knew how much of a douchebag he was most of the time. The thing is, he was also attractive and rich enough to get away with it, so why change? Either women like being talked down to and degraded, or they get angry by it, which makes the sex that much better. It's a win-win situation. To this day, he'd never once been rejected, even if they didn't like his personality.

So, Sasuke watched and waited. The redhead was the first to leave the group. When Hidan began making his way over to make a move on the one with bigger tits, another guy got there first, making Sasuke, Deidara, and Sasori laugh.

When the silver-haired man returned, he was pissed, "Laugh it up, shitheads. Let's see you do better."

Never one to turn down a challenge, he rose, "Watch and learn."

When he approached, he took in the curve of her turned back, feeling satisfied when he realized that she made up for what she lacked in bust in other places. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?"

The woman turned, only to pause with wide eyes when she saw him. At first, Sasuke smirked knowingly because it was obvious she found him attractive, but then he was the one taken aback. Upon taking a closer look, the girl was even more gorgeous. The deep, emotional twinkle in her green eyes, the way the lights ever-so-slightly reflected off the lipgloss on her plump lips, and even the soft flush of her skin was attractive.

"Waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'And her voice isn't all high-pitched and nasally like most women try to make it when speaking to guys. Thank fuckin' God.'

Sasuke came closer, barely able to contain his pride, when it was apparent he made her nervous, "Is that so? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

Now, Sasuke's notion that the woman was shy didn't change, but he was still completely taken aback by how naturally she moved with and against him. It made him think it was correct to assume she'd be an interesting lay, which upped his attraction. He said and did his usual thing, and she responded as expected.

After taking a cab to her place, the Uchiha man allowed her to pull him up the steps and into an unbelievably small apartment.

The moment the door was shut behind them, he grabbed her keys, phone, and purse, tossing them onto the counter before pulling her into a deep kiss, to which she responded smoothly. A soft sigh came from the woman when he slid his tongue past her lips.

'That's pretty. I wonder what other sounds she makes.'

The pair slowly made their way to the bed, where he reached around to unzip her dress while she unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers. To his surprise, once she was in her bra and underwear, she slid his shirt off and expertly slid it onto her arms, gasping out between kisses, "You smell amazing."

He hadn't expected her to be so bold, at least not yet.

Chuckling, he picked her up and moved them further onto the bed until her hair fell messily about the pillows. She unbuckled his belt, moving to unbutton and unzip his pants as he tasted the skin of her neck and shoulder, small sounds of appreciation meeting the air that seemed as sweet as honey to Sasuke's ears.

Her body was as nice as he expected, her skin soft to the touch, and whatever shampoo or perfume she used was floral and pleasant. There wasn't anything the man hadn't encountered before. There was still something a little different about her, though. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't intend to let her sleep tonight until he figured out what it was.

Her abdomen's firm, feminine muscles flexed under his fingers as she pressed up against him, her voice airy and sensual, "Your hands…."

He cooed into her skin, becoming more anxious to continue with each passing moment, "You like my hands, do you?"

She gasped when he pressed against her, between her legs, "They're scary."

Sasuke's eyes opened, and he slowed what he was doing, 'Scary? Why'd she say that right now? …Must be the alcohol.'

Suddenly, he realized she'd stopped responding to his stimulations and pulled back, only for his mouth to open slightly in disbelief, "Are you asleep?" One of her small hands was cupping his against her waist, the other falling from his shoulder to rest against the pillow.

'She is! What the fuck! Who just falls asleep in the middle of hooking up?'

He sat back on his knees, dark eyes taking in the incredibly sensual sight of her lying there in his open shirt, the dark color contrasting beautifully with her milky skin. Glancing down, his brow furrowed as he took in how her legs bent over his hips and how his dick begged to be released from his clothes.

For just a moment, he thought about it but shook his head, sighing defeatedly and climbing off the bed, 'That's a line even I won't cross.'

Turning the lamp atop the nightstand on, he studied the unconscious girl while fixing his pants and buckling his belt.

"...Pink…." She wasn't blonde. The lights in the club had masked the pastel hue of her long hair.

'Now that I'm really looking at her, she seems familiar. Have I met her somewhere before?' Sasuke pondered for a moment before giving up, sitting on the edge of the bed while writing a note on the small pad of paper beside the lamp, glancing at her defenseless face occasionally.

'She must play some kind of sport since she has a lot of scars. I didn't take her for the type.'

Finally, he gave up and summoned a cab. Shutting and locking the apartment door before stepping out, running a stressed hand through his messy hair. The driver gave him an odd look when he climbed, shirtless, into the backseat but didn't mention it.

'I'll use it as an excuse to see her again.'

[bernardsgfs]

the cabin | m.s

© bernardsgfs

matt sturniolo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, smut

preview: you go with your friends on a cabin trip in vermont that ends in an unexpected night

·˚ ༘ word count — 1.8k

(lower case intended)

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you woke up to your phone vibrating on your nightstand loudly, you groan and slowly turn over picking it up getting a call from your best friend brielle. “hello..?” you say groaning as you answer. “y/n!!!” brielle screams on the other line “what..” “can you please come with me on a cabin trip to vermont with the tripletsssss” she says dragging out ‘triplets’. you yawn and sit up slowly. “uh when” you ask slowly getting up from your bed. “this weekend!!” she squeals. “um maybe..” “okay okay i’ll text you info” she says happily as she hangs up. you set your phone down rubbing your eyes, and going to the bathroom.

·˚ ༘ one week later

you sit on your couch waiting for brielle to pick you up, scrolling on your phone as you wait patiently, suddenly you hear a knock on your door. you set your phone down and open the door to brielle standing in front of you “hiiii” she says excitedly, “the triplets are in the car” she says turning her head, I nod and pick up my suitcase and bags, tucking my phone in my pocket. I carry things out to the trunk, pushing other luggage out of the way to make room for mine. I shut the trunk with a loud ‘thud’ walking to the side of the car, I open the car door. “hiii” nick says happily, I smile and wave taking a seat next to matt who’s looking down on his phone, he looks up at me, smiles and waves.

·˚ ༘ two hours later

I look out the window staring up at the night sky with the trees going by on the highway, I yawn, “are you tired?” matt asks quietly looking over at me trying not to wake anyone else up besides brielle, whos driving, I giggle and nod. he places a blanket on top of me and moves his bag over to make room for me to get comfortable. “thank you” I say quietly “m’course” matt says back smiling.

·˚ ༘ two more hours later

I slowly wake up, feeling the car stop. I sit up rubbing my eyes slowly to see matt asleep in front of me, in what seems to be a very uncomfortable position. I reach out to slightly shake his shoulder. “matt” I say as he slowly sits up. “we here..?” he asks sleepily as I nod, I start packing my bag as everyone steps out of the car. “I’m gonna go unlock the door so it’ll be easier to bring stuff in” chris says as he walks away towards the cabin. “oh my god it’s so hotttt” brielle whines “why is it so hot at 12 a.m. at night” nick chimes in with her, “no clue” I add, slowly turning around seeing matt already looking at me. I quickly turn back around. matt and i’s relationship has always been on and off, he’s really sweet but mostly keeps to himself, he rarely goes to parties but loves being outside, like where we are right now is pretty much his dream vacation. suddenly I hear chris screaming, interrupting my thoughts. “SPIDERR” he says running to us. “yeah no shit chris we’re in a forest” matt replies tiredly. “oh shut up you nature freak” chris says as I try to stifle a giggle seeing matt give me a glare.

I was layed flat out on the cabin living room floor with waves of heat hitting my body, sweat droplets dripping from my forehead while humidity surrounded my body. other people were spread out around the house, I was scrolling on my phone until I got a bright idea, “GUYSS WHO WANTS TO GO SWIMMING IN THE LAKE” I hollar out, suddenly seeing brielle rushing down the stairs “YES” she says quickly running to her room to change as the three boys come following after her “good idea y/n” nick says sighing as he goes to the freezer to grab out a pack of different colored popsicles. I smile and step upstairs walking to my room looking for a bikini, finally finding a bright red one, taking it off the hanger and placing it down, getting undressed, and sliding on the bottom half of the bikini. as im putting on the top half i hear a knock, I quickly pull on my jean shorts on and rush to open the door seeing a tall, brunette, blue eyed boy. “hi” he says quietly, looking down at my body for a split second. “hi matt what’s up” “um i was wondering um if you wanted to come with me to a spot in the forest before you go swimming” he says nervously, “sure” I say as he smiles and turns around waiting for me downstairs, I shut my bedroom door sitting down on my bed fixing my hair.

as i follow matt out of the cabin with him holding onto my hand i watch his movements, his soft brown hair, the way he walks, the way his lips move when he’s telling me something. no.. I can’t be thinking that, we’re friends, only friends..

matt takes me to a large tree stump with a view of the lake below and trees surrounding us, he slides his hands around my waist placing me on the tree stump, soon sitting next to me right after. we stare at each other for a little before he suddenly speaks “hi” he smiles, looking into my eyes. “hi” I say smiling back. “I used to come here a lot when I was little sometimes when I got into a fight with nick or chris” he says as I look up at the dark green pine trees above us. suddenly I feel his hand turn my chin to face him, with his other hand on my waist pulling me closer. “do you bring every girl here” I say jokingly. “no, just you” he says quietly, averting his gaze to my lips. “really..?” I say as matt responds with a weak ‘mhm’ as he fixes his gaze back on my eyes as he keeps one hand on my hip while letting his other hand gently move to the side of my face, his thumb moving slowly on my cheek. as I feel his face inch closer as I suddenly hear someone holler out my name from the lake below us. I turn my head to see brielle calling out my name thinking I’m in the cabin. “thank you” I say to matt seeing him open his mouth about to speak as I turn, quickly running down to the lake to meet brielle.

after our swim we all ran back up to the cabin with nick carrying the towels, bags, and popsicles. “CAN SOMEONE HELP?” he yells in back of us as I see matt rush to his side helping him with the bags.

as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling I get a knock on my bedroom door, I get up, turning the door handle. “okay so I’m ordering pizza and we’re planning on having a movie night” brielle says as I open the door. “okay” I say giving her a smile as she turns back around, I put on a hoodie and go downstairs to the living room seeing chris and matt sitting on the couch on their phones with nick looking for movies, me feeling matts eyes on me as I walk by. I sit down at the dining table and pull out my phone.

as brielle takes the pizza from the delivery man I sit down on the couch between nick and matt, me and nick giggling at something on his phone. brielle sets the pizza down looking up at chris inviting her to sit down next to him.

as the movie is playing i start to doze off, getting more tired by the second, accidentally laying my head on matts shoulder not realizing, i feel him tense under me, before i knew it, i was asleep.

MATT POV

with y/n asleep on my shoulder it was hard to pay attention to the movie, she felt so delicate that i feel like she would break if I accidentally breathed too hard, i tried my best not to move but chris giving me looks the whole time didn’t help one bit. “shut up chris” i whisper quietly to make sure no one else hears, all he does is stifle a laugh.

as the movie finishes, everyone gets up and heads to their rooms, i end up staying on the couch with y/n still asleep on my shoulder. suddenly i feel y/n move next to me, i turn my head seeing her wake up.

Y/N POV

“hi” I hear matt say next to me as I look around the room, everyone’s gone. “w-where is everyone..?” I ask. “asleep upstairs” he says as I stay in my position, looking at the tv, feeling his eyes on me, I turn my head to look at him back. we stare at each other for a couple seconds before I suddenly feel his lips on mine. I blush as he deepens the kiss, as I slowly move to straddle his lap. matt lets out a shaky breath as I tug the hem of his shirt, matt pulls his shirt up and off his head, tossing it off the couch, then moving his hands back to your hips, slowly moving them to my ass, you let out a soft groan as matt moves his lips to your neck, pulling your hips closer to him. “f-fuck” matt says cursing quietly. I soon lift up my shirt, leaving my torso and upper body completely exposed, matt looking at every detail, he moves his lips to my chest leaving kisses all over the skin, his hands moving down to the waistband of my shorts, slowly getting his fingers underneath them and tugging at the fabric. “can you take this off for me baby..?” he mumbles next to my ear, I slowly pull off my shorts tossing them on the floor. as he pulls aside my thong rubbing my throbbing clit slowly, “m-matt..” I moan quietly. “mm” he mumbles back, slipping two fingers in, slowly moving them in and out. “you’re soaked” he says smirking as I moan louder into his ear. “c-close” I whimper as he shoves them in and out faster tightening the knot in my stomach, my vision getting blurry as waves of pleasure hit me, my orgasm spilling onto his fingers. “that was fast” he says still smirking as I roll my eyes, still breathing heavily.

as we lay together on the couch he adjusts the blanket on top of us, pulling me closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as I slowly drift off to sleep.

(quick and boring so sorry 🤍)

@chrissslut hi gf

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[theonehitwonder]

*vibrating excitedly and uncontrollably* well if you insist!!!!!!

warning for heavily implied child abuse and willful ignorance of abuse

Dylan shifted in his seat, staring at the knees of his scuffed jeans. He was always a broad kid, always the one who volunteered to carry things, but he looked so small right then, twisting the seatbelt wound around him.

“It’s not… like. It sounds.” He muttered. “Before I say anything. Alright? It’s gonna sound a lot worse than it is. But it’s not.”

I nodded, glancing over. His ginger hair was brushing his ears now- he’ll probably buzz it back down soon. Normally he doesn’t let it get this long.

“Okay. What does it sound like?” I asked, eyes trained on the dirt road ahead of us, fields of dry grass stretching to infinity on either side, all under a yawning, blank blue sky. It was gonna be a nightmare to unload the bags of flour when we got to the client- that’s why I had Dylan, though, to help.

He went silent. My stomach sank, calloused hands gripping the wheel tighter. I had a feeling what he was about to tell me- the same thing Brian and Andy had when they were his age.

“So, you know how Miss Willow is makin’ me the next mechanic for the farm?”

I nodded, eyes flicking over to him. Of course I knew. Everyone knew, about the boys that she’d had as apprentices over the years, how no one really expected Dylan to last, but if we didn’t have our equipment we couldn’t farm, couldn’t make money, and a degree in mechanics was a real rarity here-

“So we’re. Alone. A lot.” He muttered, staring out the window at the cows we were passing. When he was born, we’d just gotten our first cows on the farm- I remember that Dylan had cried whenever we slaughtered one. He’d always been sensitive. Awkward. A little lonely, in a way that forcing the other kids to play with him only made worse. His dad had tried to toughen him up, you know- but he’d stayed set apart. 

It wasn’t any wonder, really, that Willow had spent a lot of time with him. Shown him her tools, taught him how to use them. It wasn’t any surprise, when she took him on as an apprentice. 

Andy had ended up staying on the farm, afterwards. No one missed how his brow furrowed whenever he saw the two of them together, how he and Perlie had argued more and more.

“Last week. I think. I messed up.” He mumbled, slumping in his seat. “Real bad.”

The scenery changed as we drove into a roadside town- a small sign with some dying flowers proclaiming Welcome to Cornview, city of dreams.

“We need gas.” I cut in, just as he opened his mouth again. The tank was half full, but we had a full day of driving ahead of us still. Refilling couldn’t hurt. “You want lunch?”

He shrugged. “Not really hungry, Jo.” 

“Well.” I muttered, pulling into the gas station. “We’re gonna be driving a while. Get something anyhow.”

***

We got sandwiches.

They’re the boxed kind, lunch meat and egg salad. Soggy bread. Sad. 

Dylan’s sits on the centre console of the truck, his arms crossed and nails digging into his flesh. His mom is gonna fuss when we get back if he’s got marks. Then again, I guess she hasn’t got much a leg to stand on in terms of negligence. Not more than me, anyway.

“Joanna, when I was with Willow last week she-”

“You wanna play eye spy?” I said loudly, because- look. 

Look, I like the kid. Love him. But Willow is important. Too important for him to say anything, because if he says anything, then. Well, then it’s a problem. And you have to solve problems, you have to fix them, and Willow can’t be a problem because she’s just so helpful. What are we meant to do the next time the tractor breaks down? 

I can’t look at another kid and tell them to keep quiet, and so. He doesn’t have to say anything in the first place.

He shrunk back.

“Yeah.” He said. “Okay.”

I pursed my lips. He looked so goddamn heartbroken. But Andy was fine, wasn’t he? It wasn’t the end of the world. The sun would keep rising for him.

Everyone remembered how Brian up and ran the second he turned eighteen, hopped on a bus and never looked back.

Dylan was a good kid. A quiet kid, who didn’t like making a spectacle. He’d get through it.

***

By the time the sun set, we pulled up to the buyer’s house. God knew why some rich weirdo needed this much flour delivered directly to his house, but that was his business.

Dylan and I stacked the flour in his cellar, trying not to track any dirt in with our work boots.

“You ready to head back?” I asked once we put the last bag down, tossing my braid back over my shoulder. 

Dylan looked up at me, hesitance in his expression.

“I think so.” He shrugged.

“Good.” I waved him over as I strode out.

“Is it…” he trailed off as we got in the truck, slamming the door shut with a thump. “Is something. Wrong.”

I glanced over.

“Hey. This was fun.” I said, turning the key in the ignition. The truck thrummed to life, motor purring. This truck would have been in the ground years ago if it weren’t for Willow. “Let’s play eye spy again.”

He stared at me, doleful expression on his face.

“Is it me?” He asked.

I paused.

“I don’t know what would be wrong with you, kid.” I said, staring at the road ahead. I’m not cruel.

He didn’t answer.

“I spy… something round.” I started.

who wants to read the piece I did for lit class today

[luveline]

your boy who is a friend, peter | part three | tasm!peter parker x reader

"Teach me how to do it the way you like it," he insists.

"I like it this way," you say, and you're pleading now. "Kiss me, please. Plea-" your begging gets cut off as he dips down, touching his mouth to yours softly.

"Where do you want my hands?" he asks, the words sending little vibrations into your lips.

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summary you visit your pen pal Peter’s home for the week and he sets about defining the relationship between you [5.3k] warnings fluff, smut (heavy petting), some hurt/comfort, idiots in love, long distance relationship meeting up, peter is besotted and a flirt, fem!reader, she/her used for reader, NSFW CONTENT, 18+ please

read part one | two here

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The third morning of your stay with the Parker's dawns, identical to the second and yet completely changed. Same shower, staring at the tiles Peter must see every morning, same smiley face breakfast, same wet hair. But burning under everything - every word, every look, every breath - is a wanting.

Because Peter Parker had kissed you. Tasting like sweetness and hands soft as a silk, he'd kissed you. Scandalised you, if he was to be believed.

He kissed you silly and swayed you on tingling footing to the sounds of his crackling record player and the noise of the streets, car horns and shouting and people. You'd barely noticed. All you'd heard was his inhales, his exhales, his hand as it brushed over the skin of your face. The sound his lips had made when they touched yours, the breathy moan at the back of his throat when you pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged.

A second difference - he's busy. He has a class you insist he can't miss so you spend the morning playing bridge with Aunt May. She doesn't take offense to your distraction, though she does take advantage of it.

"You're cleaning me out," you bemoan her.

She smiles smugly, the expression at ends with everything you know about her. Your fingers itch to draw her. When you finish (and immeasurably lose), you retrieve your sketchbook from your bag and try your best to recreate the smirk she'd worn with graphite.

May empties the washing machine at a leisurely pace and doesn't flinch at your dirty clothes, folding them in preparation to hang up outside. You sketch, using her face as a reference to guide you as you edit her features from the peaceful contentedness she has written in her smile now to the wicked gleam you'd bore witness to beforehand. You laugh to yourself silently when she comes alive, downturned eyebrows and a devilish mirth spreading over your paper. Despite a lack of shared blood she looks a lot like Peter when she's grinning so connivingly.

You blush at this thought and your pencil lead snaps. In horror, you release your white-knuckled grasp on your pencil as you set it down. It's a drawing you think you'll keep, for once, a memory.

Peter comes home not long after while May makes good use of the fine weather, pinning clothes outside.

He sits down in the chair opposite you, smiling like a college student never should - uninhibited, positively gleeful.

"Why're you so happy?" you ask, pretending to fix up the sketch of May to avoid his eyes.

"I half convinced myself you were a dream on the way home. But you're still here."

You smile despite yourself and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Will I be subjected to all this- this…" you blush and trail off.

"Flirting?" he supplies, smiling with shiny white teeth. "Absolutely."

You ignore the twinging in your tummy and flip to a clean page.

"My turn?" he asks excitedly.

"Can you stay still for that long?" you ask, skeptical of his ability to behave.

"You're kidding! I'll be a statue," he promises.

You meet his eyes for the first time since his homecoming and melt a little, feeling like a small square of butter on a tall stack of pancakes. His warmth was unavoidable. Sick of pretending you don't have the world's biggest crush on him you give him an earnest, adoring smile, looking at him from under your lashes.

He reaches his hand towards yours and your smile changes, vindicated. "I knew you couldn't sit still."

"How's that fair? You look at me like that and, and expect no reaction? That's sick."

You giggle like a fool in love and turn to your page, cutting swooping, light lines to mark out his silhouette before going in with a refined hand, starting with his distinguished nose, then his dark eyes. You render the planes of his face with a biased hand and find him staring back at you both in real life and your book  eyes flitting between them as your heart rate climbs.

By the time you've finished you're too shy to show him. You shut the sketchbook and act as though it's awful, when in reality you think it might be the best thing you've ever drawn.

"What? Come on, bub, let me see-" he says, reaching for the soft leather cover in your hands.

You pull it back from his radius and shake your head. "It's awful, Peter. I'll draw you something else after dinner."

"Oh, after dinner? Why don't I believe you?" he asks, standing to try his luck again and reach forward with quick hands.

You push your chair back and feel your heart skip as he stills.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" he asks, grinning.

"Like you're going to- No! No! No, oh my god!" you shout, shocked as he suddenly rounds the table.

You throw yourself from the chair and make a mistake too early in the game, moving deeper into the kitchen. You realise too late that you would've been more successful if you'd made for the stairs, finding yourself cornered where the countertops meet, holding the sketchbook behind your back as Peter closes in.

"Don't come any closer," you warn dramatically, trying to look formidable.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll ruin the whole thing!" you yell, thrusting the book towards a sink of soaking pots.

He stops where he is. "Don't do that."

"Or what?" you throw his words back at him.

His eyebrows pinch playfully. "Trust me. This isn't a game you'll end up winning."

And why did that make your knees weak? You felt heat rush to your face but stood your ground, tilting your head up in defiance.

"I have better odds," you say, the sketchbook still held aloft.

"I don't think you do," he says, taking a step forward.

You put the book an inch closer to its possible demise and watch as steam caresses the soft cover.

"Why so nervous?" he teases.

"Stay away from me, you menace."

"Menace!" Another step closer.

You edge the book closer, its corner a millimetre from kissing the sink basin.

"I've got quick reflexes, sweetheart. Very quick," he says.

"Oh yeah? You're also the only one with skin in the game. The sketchbook means nothing to me. Don't think I won't do it!"

He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"I don't doubt you would. But seriously," he drives the knife in deeper, teasing for teasings sake, "think about how this is going to end for you."

"I think it'll end with my-" victory, you were going to say, but he sees an opening and springs towards you on lithe feet.

You lose your grip on the book and he catches it like he knew down to the millisecond when you were going to startle. Then he smirks, puts the sketchbook safely on the countertop behind you, and sets his lips on yours. You gasp into his mouth as his hands come up, one pushing the soft pads of his fingertips into the bottom of your throat and the other settling gently over the hill of your cheek.

You're frozen with surprise for a moment. He laughs, a sweet and awful thing, and the sound prompts you into kissing back. You spread your hands across his broad chest like the opening of a birdwing butterfly before chasing up the stretch of his sternum, threading your fingers in his hair, anchoring him to you as his mouth opens yours.

It's a quick kiss and already enough to make your brain short circuit. You pull away to take a breath. He runs his hand up over your throat until both are stationed in twin positions on your cheeks, tenderly pushing the hair he's mussed away from your face. His hands are so big they could cover your mouth if he touched the heels of them together, and the thought infects you with a need to kiss his palm, just once.

He leans his forehead against yours. You watch him close his eyes tightly, watch as he takes a deep breath. The washing machine whirs, the tap drips. The rubber toes of his shoes are too close for comfort, almost treading on your socks.

It feels natural to go on tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck at that moment. They cross in the space between his shoulder blades. He, slowly, reluctantly moves his hands from your face and you miss them sorely as they wrap around your back, completing your tight hug and holding you up.

You drink in long seconds of closeness and talk into the material covering his shoulder. "You smell really good."

"You smell like me," he returns, arms squeezing a hair's width tighter as he speaks.

"Do I?"

"Undeniably."

"Well, I've been sleeping in your bed."

"And wearing my clothes."

You smile into his skin, buzzing with happiness. You lean against him in a bubble of warmth until he squeezes you tight and pushes you away with a regretful groan.

"What?" you ask him, perplexed by the way he's looking at you. Unlike his usual self, this Peter is truly unreadable. You can't tell if he wants to kiss you again or if he wants to pitch himself off a skyscraper. "What's that face mean?"

"Means you're beautiful," he says lightly, hands roving over your arms.

You're not sure he knows he's doing it. He gazes at your face with a devout look in his eyes and raises his hand to cup your cheek.

You lean into his touch, eyes wide.

"You're beautiful, too," you say quietly.

His lips quirk into a familiar smile. "We're a good pair, then."

"We should go for Prom King and Queen," you jest.

His eyes light up at your joke. "We'd win in a landslide."

"Did you go to prom?" you ask him. His thumb sweeps semi circles over your cheek, summoning a wave of goosebumps.

"Sure. Didn't win Prom King, but that's 'cos I didn't have you there to persuade them."

"I'm your spokesperson, then?"

"You're my longest stroke of luck," he corrects softly, the words you'd written him months ago. The humour in his tone has been subjected to an upheaval, completely replaced by tenderness, floating between you both, tearing you open.

The skin under his fingers feels bruised.

You hide from the emotion in his expression lest you tear up, tucking your face in the curve of his neck, arms wrapping around his back in a second hug. He covers the back of your head with his forearms as he reciprocates and presses his lips into the top of your head soundlessly, a chaste kiss.

"I'm the lucky one," you mouth. Even though he likely doesn't hear you, you think maybe his arms tighten just a little bit more around you at your admission.

-

"Did you go to prom?" he asks you a little later, elbow deep in pasta dough.

He's got flour dusted over his cheek, his top lip and his forehead. You neglect to tell him this, legs kicking gently where you're perched on the countertop.

You're not interested in talking about prom. You shift the sketchbook in your lap and decide it's no good, there's no way you'll get the complexity of his idiosyncrasies down on paper when he talks so fast and shuffles through so many expressions — annoyance when the yolks break prematurely, light pleasure when the yolks and flour begin to merge, pride when a tight, yellowy dough forms.

He wipes the side of his face with the back of his arm and you rejoice as the flour spreads like dandelion seeds.

You tuck your pencil between the pages and jump down off the counter. He opens his mouth to inquire.

"I'm gonna go get my camera," you say.

"Okay." He's already turning back to the dough. You're hard-pressed to tear your eyes from his biceps as he kneads the pasta vigorously. "Don't get lost."

You don't get lost. When you return, camera in hand, he's entirely casual. You've no inkling of suspicion until you notice white fingerprints on your sketchbook.

When he looks up at you finally he's half-guilty, half-enamored, eyes practically heart shaped.

"You sicko," you complain, setting your camera down. "Do you have no regard for any personal boundaries?"

He frowns then, the beginnings of an apology on his tongue.

You jump to soothe him. "It's fine: I'm not mad. Quit looking like you stepped on my tail."

"I'm sorry. I just- you're amazing. Really,"  he apologises anyway.

You sigh and step into his space, wiping the flour from his face with tentative fingertips. His eyelashes kiss the soft skin of his undereye as they shutter closed.

You take his temporary blindness as an opportunity, pressing your lips to the newly cleaned skin of his cheek to leave behind a lip balm print. His eyes jump open as you set your heels back down on the ground, browned honey simmering in his irises.

"It's okay. You're forgiven," you say, much too gentle for the situation.

He looks flustered as he turns back to the dough. "Of course I'm forgiven. I have the best puppy eyes. Look up puppy dog eyes in the dictionary and it's a picture of me," he says, voice higher than usual.

"Uh-huh. I believe you." You take the camera into your hands.

"Really?" he asks, still attending to his pasta dough. "Cos you sounded a little skeptical, and- Oh. Do you mind? I'm covered in flour."

You drop the camera from your eye level and grin. "I don't mind at all."

He rolls his eyes. "Okay, hotshot. I'm serious, though, you'll have to put that down. I need your lovely hands."

You take another shot of him mid 'lovely' and revel in the permanent evidence of his affection as the photo loads. He looks all golden and homespun in the warm late afternoon light, head inclined like he's telling a secret, mouth in a half moon smile as he forms the v-sound.

You look up from the monitor and find him in a similarly inviting pose, though he's closer now. "You'll have to hold the dough. Or you can turn the handle, if you want to," he offers, eyes wide and kind. You want to kiss each eyelid.

You wash your hands as he rolls the dough into a sheet. The pasta maker is old and sturdy, worn gold plating and a dark green body. You hold the sheet of pasta in place as he turns the handle with one hand and catches the lines of noodles with the other. Soon, you have enough fresh pasta to feed the three of you with some to spare, and he looks proud as he drops it into boiling, salted water.

"This is nice. The first meal we've made together," he says as you stir the pan where the beginnings of your sauce cooks. You smile though you could cry and he bumps his hip into your side. "We didn't even burn it. Go us."

"Don't jinx it, Peter," you warn him, brandishing your wooden spoon at his chest.

"Watch where you point that thing."

A contagious laugh bubbles out of you. Even to yourself you sound egregiously adoring.

"Your laugh… Letters never would've been enough. I can't believe I missed out on your laugh for two whole years," Peter says.

"I don't–" You bite your lip, stir the pan. He waits patiently for you to continue. "I don't laugh that much, really. So you wouldn't have missed much." You attempt a lightness and end up sounding strangled.

"Alright," he says agreeably, pushing a flyaway from your forehead with his index finger. "The opportunity to make you laugh, then."

"I laugh at your letters," you tell him honestly, setting the wooden spoon down on the counter to turn to him, hungry as a stray dog for his attention.

"I didn't get to hear that, though."

"I see. It's only fun to make me laugh if you get to hear it."

"Must you twist my words?"

"No, no, I'm not twisting. You said-"

"I know what I said!" he interrupts snarkily.

You fiddle with the knob underneath the stove top and turn the pasta sauce down, cheeks aching from the force of your smile. Peter picks out a noodle and throws it at the wall. You both cheer when it sticks. He tips a spoonful of pasta water into the sauce and you stir it in as he drains the noodles. You cringe at his method, a small plate held to the top of the pot.

"You don't own a colander?" you ask.

"No, we do," he says.

You think you're just about getting used to his flippant attitude until he scalds himself with steam and drops the plate into the sink. He rescues the pasta but his fingertips are ruined, red and shiny in seconds.

You rush to take the pot handle from him and almost burn yourself in your hurry, grabbing his wrist to force his hand under the cold water. You hold him there with both hands, though you don't think he's going to try and escape, smoothing the skin of his hands with your thumbs in what you hope is a soothing manner.

"Peter..." you murmur in disbelief.

He doesn't say anything. When you look up into his face he looks guilty. "What?" you ask.

"It's almost worth losing my fingers to have you taking care of me," he says. He's joking, obviously, he won't lose any appendages anytime soon, but his confession has you dizzy. You push your thumb into the meat of his palm and analyse the burns. He has four in total; one on his marriage finger, one on his middle finger, a first on the tip and a second stretching down the length of his index finger.

"Do they sting?" you ask.

"Enthusiastically," he says seriously, pulling his hand away from yours. He looks them over with his own eyes and then smiles at you mischievously. "Kiss ‘em better?" he asks.

The dizziness increases. You laugh him off and retrieve the pasta to finish draining the water with more caution than he'd bothered to employ and then drop the noodles into the sauce, all while Peter watches and blows on his fingers.

"Hold them back under the water," you plead.

"That makes them hurt worse."

"It draws the heat out.

"I think that's an old wives tale."

"You're an old wives tale."

"And you're the height of maturity, babe."

You pull garlic bread from the oven and plate out the pasta. Peter retrieves Aunt May from the living room, at first reluctant and then impressed by the spread.

May says an awfully heartfelt thank you afterwards and holds your cheek in her hand. You fight back messy tears the whole time. You're not sure you've ever been so stupid happy.

-

Peter thinks you're adorable.

You usually are, but right now is definitely a new peak. You're heavy lidded, lying on the sofa with your calves in his lap, hands pushed under your face while you watch TV. His eyes keep straying to the slip of skin exposed where your shirt has ridden up, a silver of skin, the hint of your hip.

His hand smooths slow, long lines up your calf.

"Pasta hit you hard, huh?" he asks.

"I'm fine," you murmur.

"You're food coma-ing."

"A little. Sorry," you admit, looking at him over the hill of your shoulder bashfully.

He shakes his hand. Your leg is warm under his touch. "Don't be."

You stare at him for a long moment. He tries not to wither under it. With a soft look in your eyes you sit up, hair ruffled from lying down. He wants to smooth it down but you're already vying for his hand, pulling it into your lap. You turn it over and push your fingertips into the skin just beneath where the burn, already faded, starts, careful enough to make his chest ache.

"I can't believe you did this."

"It wasn't on purpose."

Your legs are thrown over his lap, effectively trapping him. He can't find it in him to mind, especially when you bring his hand up to your mouth and kiss the tips of his fingers.

"You know," you say, looking at them again, "I could've swore your burns were much worse than this."

"I think your mind played tricks on you," he says, feeling very guilty.

"Me too," you say, threading your fingers in the gaps of his. "At least I can do this without hurting you."

"I don't think you could hurt me, burned or not."

"No, I don't think I could."

He reaches out to smooth down your hair. Your eyes close.

"What movie are we gonna watch?" you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

"Can't you choose? I hate deciding."

"That's such a typical boyfriend… thing," you finish weakly. "Sorry."

"Is that true?" he asks, beaming. "What's a boyfriend thing? To be indecisive?"

You look pointedly at his shoulder. "To make… to make the girlfriend choose. Not that you're my boyfriend. Sorry."

He picks his words very carefully when he speaks next. "Do you think of me as your boyfriend?"

"No, of course not. Sorry. I'm sorry, I just… well." You go to take your hand from his and he latches on tighter. "You know, in high school, my friends always complained that their boyfriend's made them pick and then they'd. Be at a crossroads. Of sorts."

He feels bad for putting you through it but he wants to ask the right way.

"So if I was your boyfriend," he starts, hand hovering just in front of your face. You look at him as his fingertips guide your chin up and forces you to meet his eyes. "I'd have to be the decision maker?"

"No, I mean. I like making decisions. Okay," you correct yourself at his skeptical expression, "I don't. I hate making decisions. But if you wanted me to, I would."

"Yeah?" he asks smugly.

You clock on and fall flat on your back, away from him. "You're horrible," you say to his ceiling. You bring your hands up to cover your face. "You're so mean."

He hikes up on his knees and begins the short crawl toward you, one leg sliding between yours. He kneels, pulling your hands from your face as he leans over you, your faces parallel. You look scared.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he asks, voice quiet. "No more unnecessary words at the end of letters. Please? You'll be saving me loads of money," he loads up on the humour, hoping to ease the unease in your expression, "bics are costing me a fortune."

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask.

He smiles at you, crooked, one side higher than the other, as he puts your hands down near his waist. You hold onto his sides as he playfully caresses your arms.

"Desperately," he says, not quite kidding. "I know it won't be easy. Actually, I know it's gonna be really, really hard. I know that. But I honestly can't see it going a different way, for us."

You stare at him. He loses his nerve, realises he's cornered you.

"I mean, it can. If you don't want this, I understand why."

You frown. "I want this."

"You do?"

"I like you," you say, your hands tightening on his waist.

"Can I get that in writing?"

"You're really handsome. And lovely, caring and thoughtful and smart."

He squeezes your skin where his hands are circled around your elbows. "But?" he asks, hearing the hesitation in your voice.

"You could have any girl you want."

"I want you."

You toy with the hem of his shirt. "I don't get why."

"Sweetheart," he says, word chased with a nervous laugh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Peter."

"What? Please, explain it to me, why wouldn't I want you? You're so, so, so beautiful, and you're sweet, and you're brilliant and you're kind. All the nice things you see in me I see in you." He trails a hand up and rests it over your heart, spreading his fingers wide. "You have the prettiest voice I've ever heard and the laugh to match, and I don't care how weird or silly you think you are," he says with a tenacity, hand moving to your face. "I don't care. I want you."

You blink at him. He feels quickly embarrassed as the silence stretches.

"I don't think I'll be enough," you admit. He's upset you, he realises in horror, your voice all strung out and your eyes glossy.

"You are," he says gently. "You are. You're enough. You're more than enough."

A lazy tear escapes your eyelashes, carves a slow line down your skin. He wipes it away.

"Don’t cry, baby. Everything's okay. I promise, it's okay."

"I really like you," you say, chest rising with a cruel sigh.

"I like you, too," he says.

You bite your lip as another tear wells, falls, seeping into your hairline.

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask again.

The awful pit in his stomach eases as you smile and catch his forearms in your hands. He can feel every brush of every fingertip, can hear the happy edge to your rugged inhales.

"Yes," he says, the word barely out as you wrap your arms around his sides and bring him down on top of you, face over his shoulder.

He wraps his arms around you in turn and breathes you in indulgently.

"On one condition," he says, weary of your trembling chest.

"What condition?"

"Will you try to calm down?" he implores into the side of your head. "You're way too pretty for all these tears."

You pull him closer until there's no more room. He presses his lips to your face. The room fills with the sound of your laughter as he mouths a line of tiny kisses along your cheekbone, holding the back of your head so you can't escape. You don't want to, giggling as the last of your tears ebbs, worse when his other hand finds the skin of your hip. He pulls away for confirmation and you give a small nod.

His hand explores the soft skin of your tummy and side before he cups the curve of your waist, tentative, fingers skipping over goosebumps. His lips are tingling, little tiny pinpricks of heat and a floating feeling of pleasure when you relax beneath him. He wipes the lingering dampness of your tears with the back of his hand, careful as he collects the wetness from your eyelashes.

He knows he should say something here. Whatever it is, you can feel it, he thinks, because your expression grows impossibly softer and prettier and lighter, you're a beam of light in the dark room, your kiss a ray of sun as he dives back in.

-

Peter Parker has his hand under your shirt. And he's your boyfriend.

You're surprised you can still breathe.

His kiss is saccharine sweet, honey smooth and just as cloying. All you can feel is his touch, his big hand pressed over your ribs, his lips slotted against yours and his nose bumping your nose as he moves.

Every part of your body is warm. Your fingers are loose where they rest against the line of his neck.

His lips shine with your spit as he pulls away.

"Is this okay? Do you like it?"

You nod and move upwards searchingly for his mouth. He chuckles but evades, rubbing your face, placating you.

"Come on, pretty girl, you have to talk to me."

"I like it," you insist, again pushing up.

"But what do you like?"

"Is it complicated? I like when you kiss me."

"Teach me how to do it the way you like it," he insists.

"I like it this way," you say, and you're pleading now. "Kiss me, please. Plea-" your begging gets cut off as he dips down, touching his mouth to yours softly.

"Where do you want my hands?" he asks, the words sending little vibrations into your lips.

You suck in a ragged breath. "Higher," you whisper.

His fingers brush the bottom of your bra. "Here?"

"Higher," you repeat, lifting your chin. You kiss him fervently over his bottom lip as a wave of chills ripples over your body as his hand settles over your chest.

He's charmingly careful as he massages your breast through that last layer of fabric. You reach down to pull your shirt up over your chest, rumpled at your collarbone, to cover his hand with your own. He breaks your kiss to look, soft brown hair pushed into your chin.

You drag his hand against your bra, move it up an inch, then two. Then you drop your hand and let him do the rest, holding your breath as he pushes the tight fabric off of your tits.

You can't see his face as he touches you, vision all filled up by the top of his head, but you have a pretty good idea of how he's feeling by the way he touches you, careful but not shy, fingers brushing over your chest. The pad of his thumb rubs against your nipple in little circles that send tight bolts of pleasure deep into your abdomen.

"So pretty," he murmurs. You throw your head back and take a deep breath. He looks up at you and grins like he's been given the winning lottery numbers. "You know how pretty you are?"

"Pete," you whisper.

His mouth finds your throat. He kisses down, down, sucking the skin between his teeth in little bruising nips. Your hands find his hair and you wriggle, legs shifting to combat the heat growing in your centre as he works your skin. He skips over the bunched up fabric of your – his – shirt, plants a firm kiss in the valley of your chest and follows it down like a river, half moons of contact, shimmering. He kisses the swell of your breast and your fingers push deeper into the soft waves of his hair in response, a short pant of air escaping you, and then his lips are around the bead of your nipple.

He worships your chest until you're heaving with the force of your breaths. His hands hold you still. You whine as he sucks and twists and swirls, trying to drag his mouth from your chest and back to your lips. "Peter," you say, voice laden with fondness, with longing. "Peter."

He releases your nipple with a lewd little pop and takes a last, scratching bite of the side of your breast. You laugh and your chest wobbles and he gives you the most beatific smile he's ever given you.

"You have nice-" he starts. You cut him off, hand clasping the front of his shirt and tugging him down towards you. His smile presses to your smile.

Long dizzy moments of time. You don't know how long passes before he's slowing down, kissing the curve of your neck in lazy bursts with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You twist the hair behind his neck around your finger, almost listless in the aftermath of his affection.

He's tucked your shirt down over your chest just enough to hide your modesty, though the idea of it seems silly now that your skin knows his touch.

"Peter?"

He lifts his head from your neck. "Hmm?"

"We should go to bed."

"No," he says, the syllable dragging.

"I'm not having your Aunt May find her nephew like this. Or me."

He fixes your shirt and tucks himself back into your neck. "Done."

"Peter," you scold with no real heat behind it.

He shifts his weight on top of you, digging his hands into your back. "Five more minutes."

You cover his ear with your hand and close your eyes. Fine. Five more minutes.

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[nokwisi]

mouth open — viktor x fem!reader / drabble note; so uh, yeah, @arcanescribbles, you are an enabler, and I say that with the utmost of love. please accept this filthy drabble as a token of my appreciation 🙈😌 warnings: nsfw, 18+, light dom/sub dynamic

"Get them wet for me, Viktor."

The setting sun bleeds deep shadows across the room, and with his eyes half-mast as they are, his lashes cast spindly silhouettes against his sharp, rose-tinted cheekbones. His hair is in a state of elegant disarray; the product of your fingers carding through it, fisting it gently at the nape to angle his head back just so.

He followed the movement with devout obedience, and that ardor still lingers even now; with two of your fingers pushed inside the wet chasm of his mouth.

Viktor is beautifully debauched, strokes of color mottling his skin, highlighting him in varying hues of lust. The long stretch of his throat and the hard, shuddering surface of his sternum are littered with your mark; purple and red and marred with the faint crescents of your teeth.

His cock is flush against your belly, ruddy and glistening, but you haven't touched him there, yet. You want to make him wait—he wants to give you what you want, and so there it remains, neglected; steel-hard, throbbing with heat, and weeping at the tip.

You're pressed close enough that the dark sews your shadows together, connected in this plane, and the next. The sliver of space between you two is damp and hot with your coalesced breath, leaden with lust and unspoken pleas, and then Viktor makes a noise.

It's akin to a whine, and it vibrates behind his teeth, sparks on your fingertips and ricochets along your nerves until it settles between your thighs with a pulsating want. You shiver, and as though the sensation is echoed through the press of your bare body against his—he does, too.

Reverence blows his pupils wide; a ring of amber around glassy, desperate jet. He's looking at you like you're divinity, like a man before his creator, and he savors the press of your fingers on his tongue like he wishes to memorize the whorls of the prints there.

His long, pale fingers are wrapped around your wrist, but he doesn't pull you; doesn't push you away. No, he anchors himself, braces himself as you drag your touch against the slick muscle of his tongue. Saliva pools in his mouth. He doesn't swallow, he wants it on your hand, wants it enough that he lets it sluice down his chin in messy rivulets.

There's a thrilling sense of control inside you; a confidence that pulls the track of your spine straight, tugging your hips forward in a deliberate roll. You rub your slick cunt along the base of his shaft, your clit crashing against the velvet-smooth heat of him electric.

When Viktor groans, you press your fingers further into his mouth, as though trying to take hold of his pleasure from the root. His thick brows pinch together, eyes screwing shut as the sound garbles filthily in his throat. It echoes through the still quiet of the room with a lewdness that kindles the desire within you.

And still, he doesn't pull away.

He tightens his grasp around your wrist, and he rocks back against you fervently. His hand, buried in the sheets behind him, fists the fabric, wrings it until his knuckles blanch; until the taut muscle of his forearm rolls and veins pop like ivory rivers against alabaster stone.

Gods, he looks ruined—his face blushed red-hot, his mouth open and eager around your fingers, wet and sloppy at the way he pushes back. You're helpless to the gasp that escapes you when he opens his eyes: they're dazed and salacious, crystalline wet clinging to his lashes with the reflex of tears.

You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly, holding the tether of a gossamer string of spit, before it breaks and lands on his heaving chest. Viktor keeps his gaze fixated upon you, anticipation softening the look; begging you silently.

With your heart fluttering excitedly in your chest, you lean down and steal his wetted lips in an open-mouthed kiss, pulling back just as he licks an eager, hot line against your tongue. Mercifully, you reach down and envelope his cock in your palm, stroke him from base to tip with the smooth and slippery glide of his spit on your hand.

His brows pinch and bow upwards, mouth dropping as his head falls between the cradle of his angular shoulders; like a man that's taken a dose of euphoria straight to the brain. You smile, satisfied, and lean in close enough to draw your nose against the cusp of his sharp jaw.

In a whisper that rattles him right down to the marrow, you say, "good boy."

[scarlett-vixen]

The Heart was Made to be Broken

Summary: Your long term relationship comes to an end and you're left to pick up the pieces, luckily you have seven demons to support you.

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Dinner was lively like always, the brothers all excitedly talking over each other, you were trying your best to keep up with them all. You were listening to Beelzebub talk about his upcoming Fangol tournament when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pull it out to silence the call but your heart flutters when you see the name on your screen. You give Lucifer an apologetic look and promise him you’ll make it quick, he nods in approval and you make your way to the hall, Asmo teases you as you exit the room saying to not have too much fun on your call.

Twenty minutes pass before you re-enter the dining room, you try to keep it together, a weak smile on your lips. The call hadn’t gone as you had expected, it went in the exact opposite direction actually, and now you had to finish dinner like your heart wasn’t bleeding out inside your chest.

“Sooo, how was the call? Did you two talk about how much you miss each other?” Asmo cooed, he always adored how much you gushed about your partner. That’s why his words stung so badly.

“Uh, no not really.” You kept it short and sweet hoping to avoid further questions, you took your seat at the table and picked at the food on your plate.

“Is everything alright? You seem less enthusiastic than you normally are after they call?” You didn’t expect Lucifer to call you out, was it that obvious?

“Yeah human what’s the deal? Normally after they call, ya can’t stop talkin about ‘em, now yer all quiet.” You felt your heart breaking more, you’d never make it through dinner like this, might as well tell them.

“Everything is fine,” You braced yourself, hoping to believe the lie as well “We broke up but it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“What??”

“Whoa whoa whoa hang on—”

“Major plot twist, what??”

“Surely you’re joking?”

“Fine?? You were together for years!”

“I don’t understand…”

“Are they stupid?”

The questions all flew out at once, you tried to avoid them but the brothers continued to press you. You could feel your throat tighten, there was a war waging inside you, half of you trying to keep it together and the other half already breaking down.

“GUYS! I said I’m fine!” you forced a laugh and put on your best fake smile. It wasn’t fine though. You and your partner lived together back in the human world, during the call they had informed you that they were moving out, you had only a few weeks to gather your belongings before the house went back on the market. All your things, all the memories, all the love…gone. “I just need to go back home for a few days to get my stuff and then everything will be fine! I’m gonna be okay!”

You looked around the room and felt so out of place, you felt so uncomfortable, you wanted to breakdown and cry. You wanted the one person who made you feel safe, who always made you feel like things would be okay, but that was the same person who had shattered your heart. The tears started to stream down your face against your will, you looked to Lucifer for reassurance.

“Please tell me everything will be okay…”

How They Respond:

Lucifer

He watches the tears start pouring down your face and his big brother instincts kick in. If you’ll allow it, he pulls you into a hug shielding you from the others.

He’ll let you cling to him as you bawl your eyes out, tears soaking his shirt, he knows this isn’t going to be easy for you

He’ll make the others leave you alone, you have enough going on right now, you don’t need them adding extra stress.

He does his best to comfort you, assuring you that he and his brothers will help you gather your things in time.

Once you’ve calmed down and are able to fall asleep, he’s immediately on the phone with Diavolo arranging plans to get you taken care of.

Mammon

The boy goes through all five stages of grief in .8 seconds

They broke up with you?? They broke up with you!! Oh, they broke up with you…

His heart breaks the minute you start crying, and then he’s angry, how dare they make you cry like that!!

He’ll grab your hand and take you back to your room, he’s not gonna let his brothers watch you like this, besides they can’t help you like he can.

He’s trying his best to be supportive and listen to you talk it out but he’s losing his mind on the inside. You’re sitting so close to him? You have your head resting on his shoulder?? How is it possible for you to look this cute when your heart is so broken?

You can argue with him but he’s not leaving you alone tonight, he’ll make a little pallet on the floor right next to your bed so he can be close to you in case you need him.

Leviathan

This whole thing feels like a major scene from an anime he watched recently, he just can’t remember which one.

Once you start crying and reality sets in? Cue Levi’s inability to cope with awkward situations

He won’t know how to handle the sudden onset of emotions while also finding out the human he’s had a huge crush on is now single. He does know this isn’t the time to think about what it would be like to date you though.

He’ll try to hide away in his room but then gets sad when he sees your controller laying on the floor. The two of you spent a lot of time together having marathons or late-night gaming sessions so he knew how much you loved your partner.

He hates thinking about how sad and alone you might feel, he knows that feeling too well, so he’ll text you and make sure you’re okay.

After about an hour or two of texting he’ll ask if you want to come to his room, he can put on a light-hearted movie for you to watch or you can watch him try to beat the hardest level of his new game. He just doesn’t want you to feel alone.

Satan

He’s never experienced heartbreak before, he’s read about it hundreds of times and seen plenty of movies with it but watching you breakdown is so much more heartbreaking than any of that.

He’ll wait until you calm down before approaching you, only because he knows that’s what he prefers people to do when he gets worked up.

He’ll ask if you want him to get revenge for you, nothing major just a little harassment maybe a good punch to the face or kick to the groin for good measure.

If you happen to have a pet back home he is ecstatic. There’s no way Lucifer could tell you no, especially right now, so obviously your pet gets to live with them now! He doesn’t care if it’s not a cat he’ll take what he can get.

Will invite you to join him at the library or on a trip to the bookstore, just something to get you out of the house. Also a way to ask about your pet without Lucifer hearing.

Asmodeus

OFFENDED

He has been so invested in your relationship! He thought you two were so cute together?? He adored when you would show him pictures of the two of you together. You’ve told him so much about your partner, always so full of love for them, you’d been together for years!

He’s immediately at your side doing his best to comfort you, he’s been known to break hearts before but this is the first time he’s ever cared about one.

He’ll insist you spend the night in his room, but you won’t be sleeping, instead it’s a night full of selfcare. Warm fuzzy pajamas, ice cream, calm music, and trash talk once you reach the anger part of the breakup.

He’s been your wingman since day one and that doesn’t change now.

“Don’t worry darling, they didn’t deserve your beauty anyway! We’ll find you someone much better when you’re ready!”

Beelzebub

Bless his heart :(

We all know Beel is a big boy with a soft heart. Watching you breakdown in tears nearly has him in tears.

He’s on his feet immediately and engulfing you in the biggest hug possible. You’re such a good human, he can’t imagine why someone would hurt you like this.

Like Mammon, his sadness quickly turns to anger. You’re a part of the family at this point and nobody hurts his family.

He’ll ask you to stay in his room that night with he and Belphie or if he can stay in your room.

Regardless of where you choose this boy is going to hold you so close and gently against him all night. He wants you to feel safe and make your pain disappear.

Belphegor

This little shit.

Like Satan, he’ll ask if you want him to get revenge, except it’s more of a statement than a question… and a lot more gruesome.

Belphie likes to pretend he doesn’t care about you or how you feel but on the inside he’s just as invested as the others.

After you tell him he isn’t allowed to severely injure your ex or set their new house on fire or haunt their dreams, he’ll shift gears and focus on you.

Unlike his twin he doesn’t give you an option, he drags you to the shared bedroom and makes you stay with the two of them all night.

Belphie uses his powers to help you fall asleep but honestly you could’ve done it with out his help. The warmth of being sandwhiched between him and Beel is enough to make you doze off on your own.

[randomfandomkizzy]

IGHT! It's time for the rat boi to give all you thirsty bitches the sunny D you have all been craving!

Sundrop/Moondrop x afab reader!

NSFW

(minors dni)

You and Sundrop had been together for a little bit by now. Though most of the employees didn't fully understand the relationship most didn't mind. You even knew one of your coworkers who was secretly dating Monty, though if you asked either of them it would immediately lead to Sam running off with a deep red blush while Monty let our a sinister laugh and shake his head. But this wasn't about them however. This was about you and a certain Sunny boy who was currently helping clean up the day care. You two were pretty open about everything, pda being an everyday occurrence, it wasn't around the kids but more so the other employees or animatronics. The one thing you two didn't show however was Sun and Moons intense sex drive...

The first time you had caught Sundrop pleasing himself in his bedroom the two of you had an intense staring contest before he eventually tackled you to the ground. Let's just say you weren't really able to walk straight your next shift and used him as a crutch.

The second time the two of you messed around he left you a sobbing mess, having changed between him and moon for the entirety of the night, only letting you sleep around 5am since the both of them knew you wouldn't be able to function if they didn't.

You eventually lost count of how many times Sun or Moon dragged you away and would have their way with you, and honestly you didn't mind. Sunny even started to joke that Sundays would be their day to have you all to themselves. Moon agreed and used the excuse that Sundays were the best days to have sex since they could get out all the steam from the work week and it allowed them to have something to look forward to after the long weekend. So. Here we are, Sunday night cleaning up the daycare. "Hey...guess what day it is!~ guessguessguessguessGUESS!" you glanced at him with a tired expression before glancing down at your Fazwatch. "Um...the 2nd?" He shook his head and began jumping around excitedly "NOOOOPE~ try again! Try again!!" You rubbered your eyes with a drowsy expression before looking up at him with a sigh. "I give up...What day is it??" He picked you up and began spinning around quickly with an excited cheer. "SUNDAY!!" You felt your lunch starting to come up as he spun you, gripping the ruffles around his neck in a death grip as you shouted. "SUNNY STOOOOP!" His feet immediately froze in place, but the uper half of his torso spun a few extra rotations before finally coming to a complete stop with a shy smile. "Sorry Sunshine...I'm just so excited!~" You groaned slightly as you waited for the room to stop spinning before you looked up at him. "Sunny...You know I love our Sunday activities just as much as you but...I'm so tired..." You watched his bright smile slowly fade before it immediately came back even brighter. "What if we take it slow?? I promise I can hold myself back I promise! Pleaaaase! Pretty pretty pretty please" You laughed softly at his begging, this man held your whole heart and you couldn't find it in yourself to deny him even if you wanted. "Fine....but slow...None of your normal crazy shenanigans okay?" He nodded excitedly before he carefully carried you up to his and Moondrops bedroom.

Once he was inside the bedroom he gently layed you down on the nest of pillows he had as a makeshift bed, kissing on your forehead as his hands slowly drifted down your body. You blushed softly as you helped him pull your shirt off, revealing your chest to the other. He gave you a bright smiled as he examined your chest before pressing his face between your breasts. You blushed softly as you gently played with the sunbeams along his face, "Remind me next time we see Monty to borrow his sunglasses so that I can see your beautiful smile~" He laughed softly at your cheesy joke, causing your chest to vibrate from his laugh. He slowly reached up and cupped one of your breasts with his hand while his other hand trailed down your body till it reached the hem of your pants. He slowly slid them down, as well as your underwear, before tossing them to the other side of the room for the two of you to find later. He looked up at you as he swiped one of his fingers along your slit, smirking a small bit when you gasped. Before you had the chance to react however he had pressed his finger up into you, causing you to moan softly and lay your head back into the pillows under you. While his dominant hand focused on slowly pumping his finger into you he used his other hand to gently knead at your chest. You let out a soft moan as he eagerly continued his actions before adding a second finger, kissing along your neck as you gasped before melting back into the bed. "Such pretty noises~ so many pretty pretty noises all for me... for us.." He picked up his pace with his fingers, watching as you gripped at the pillows under you. Once you finally got the opportunity to look at him you could tell he was holding himself back, attempting to stay slow and calm like his counterpart would be during sex but he was close to breaking with each little gasp or moan that escaped your lips. With a little smirk he curled his fingers slightly, watching as you moaned loudly and arched you back. In that second everything he was attempting to hold back came bursting through and he picked up his speed immediately. With each thrust of his fingers your chest bounced slightly and you let out a gutteral moan. "S-sunny!! I thought we we-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as another moan racked through your body, arching your back as he added a third finger. "I tried very very very hard! I swear I did! But your noises and your face!! I can't help it!~ So many many pretty pretty noises from my sunshine~" He smirked proudly as he watched you squirm and moan under him, the knot in your stomach about ready to snap as he continued. With a few more thrusts of his fingers and some special attention to your chest he happily watched as you came undone all over his hand and bed, arching your back a third time as moaned.

He smiled softly as he kissed on your forehead and gently rubbed your side, helping you calm down from your high. You panted loudly as you looked at him with a dazed expression, causing him to laugh softly and kiss your forehead. Then it happened. Sundrops favorite part of Sundays...You pulled him down and cupped his cheeks with your hands as you began to spew out sweet nothings and began telling him how much you loved him and Moondrop and how good they are. He felt his face heat up slightly at the compliments as he held you, smiling softly. After a good ten minutes however he slowly sat up and ran a hand through your hair. "Moondrop wants to come out....Is that okay?" You gave him tired nod before placing a final kiss on his forehead before letting him go turn the lights out.

Rather than fighting it, Sundrop let the transformation run smoothly. You sat up slightly as you watched your other partner watch you from the light switch before slowly walking over and pulling you into his lap. "Sundrop tells me we were trying to have a relaxing Sunday....from what I'm seeing he got to excited....Typical.." You laughed softly and nuzzled into him "He did try....Very hard....but I think he knew he couldn't go slowly which is why he let you take control so smoothly" He sighed and nodded. While most people would think Sundrop would be the more careful of the two of them, it was quite the opposite. Most of the time Sundrop was much rougher during sex and railed into you till you couldn't walk, bend you into odd positions, and left you weak in the knees. Moondrop however was much colder during sex, he would take his time and go frustratingly slow at times, he'd edge you till you were in tears from wanting your release, and often would act extremely cold during after care. Of course they both loved you but they both had extremely different ways of showing it and while it took a bit to get used to it you wouldn't have it any other way. However this time was different, he ran his fingers through your hair as he watched you, a calm relaxed expression across his face. He gently set you down and stood up, shuffling the clown pants down his waist. Once his pants were finally off it revealed his silicone member that you had Sam install for you after you practically begged him to do it. And while Sam acted like it was a weird idea at the time you knew he was just putting up a facade, because not even a few days after Sun and Moon got their upgrade you overheard Sam getting his guts rearranged by a certain alligator in one of the supply closets.

Moondrop sat down on the bed and motioned for you, and even though your legs were completely jelly still from Sundrop you somehow managed to crawl into his lap. He smiled softly as you slumped into his chest with a tired sigh, rubbing your back as he watched you. "Are you sure you can do this? You look about ready to collapse starlight..." You nodded as you looked up at him with a small smile. He kissed your forehead before he gently picked you up, lowering you onto his member. The both of you let out soft pleasured noises as he slowly eased you down onto his cock, grunting slightly once he finally bottomed out inside you. "Good job starlight~ So full of us..." You blushed slightly as you looked up at him before letting out a shaky sigh. He waited till you gave him a sign he could move before he carefully began to bounce you on his cock. He leaned his head back with a low groan while you held onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning each time his dick slammed back up into you. He continued his slow pace, until he started thrusting up into you each time he lowered you down, causing you to moan out his name loudly as a few pleasured tears rolled down your cheeks. He grunted softly as you began to roll your hips, his body slowly starting to over heat as the two of you continued. "M-moon..I..." You let out a pitiful whimper as he chuckled softly "Go ahead starlight~ Let it all out..." And with that you felt the knot in your stomach snap again, cumming undone with a pathetically loud moan. He came a few thrusts after you before finally stopping his movements.

As you came down from your second orgasm of the night you felt him pull out and gently lay you down on the bed. He grabbed the cloth that sunny would normally use to clean you up and began to gently clean up your sensitive area, humming a soft lullaby. "M-moony? You don't have to do that.." he shook his head and looked down at you. "We both can sense how stressed and tired you are...and while Sundrop absolutely failed at trying to keep you relaxed...We both want you to feel comfortable tonight.." You blushed a deep red at his words before you held your hands out to him. He rolled his eyes before he layed down next to you, pulling you close to his chest. You again began your mumbling to them about how much you loved them and how good they treat you until you eventually let the drowsiness take ahold of you. Moondrop smiled slightly and moved some of the stray hairs away from your face, softly whispering to you as he did.

"Sleep well starlight..."

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Ta-da! Ughhh...this one took forever especially since right when I was near the end the first time it didn't save properly and was deleted all the way back to the first paragraph. I REALLY hope you all enjoyed. I have gotten so much attention on my first Sundrop/ Moondrop so I just couldn't help myself >3< If you enjoyed a reblog or a like would be GREATLY appreciated. Also are still open so please send some requests or ideas my way! Peace!!