#you can call it a cry for help but no-one can tell me anything that will help me so no you don't need to reach out or anything
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birthday- w. maximoff
pairing: fwb!wanda x reader
summary: misunderstandings can change things.
a/n: hi all! i hope yall are good! i wrote this a little bit after the first part came out. i love angst! unsure if i want a third part. also, if you donât like this literally donât tell me because im sensitive and cry easily
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âi assumed you wouldâve confessed to wanda by nowâ natasha says as she fixes a pile of papers on your desk, âyou know, since youâre head over heels for herâ
nat smirks as you give her the side eye and roll your eyes, you swivel your chair towards her.
âiâm not head over heels for her. iâm ju-â
âstupid?â
narrowing your eyes and tilting your head to the side, âokay, noâ
meeting natasha was by far one of the greatest strokes of luck in your life. sure, she could be blunt at timesâ but when it comes down to it, she tells you what you need to hear.
unfortunately, this was also one of those times.
she has constantly insisted on the idea that you need to muster up the courage to tell wanda about your feelings for her. she always says that she believes wanda feels the same towards you, but your insecurities and doubt always get in the way.
except this would actually be the second time you confess, not the first. not that you even are aware of that fact.
you donât really recall the first time you told wanda how you felt about her. you were drunk at a party, and only wanda has a clear memory of it. however, out of respect for you and your ability to get embarrassed quickly, wanda never brought it up again.
âi just feel like itâs a losing game, you know?â you say softly, rubbing your temples, âi always thought that if one of us were to tell the other if we caught feelings, it would be her. sheâs always been more upfront with her emotions than i have. i think she really only sees me as what weâd agreed upon, nat. what if im just a way for her to pass time?
you pout softly, your emotions now coming forth in front of your long time friend and colleague.
âi just feel like she treats me like a girlfriend some days, and other days itâs just,â you take in a deep breath and groan out of frustration, âother days she tells me about a girl she saw, or someone she matched with on a dating app. do you know what i mean? i get mixed signals sometimesâ
nat looks at you with a sympathetic look on her face, biting her lip slightly to keep from saying anything she really shouldnât.
truth is, nat always had an feeling that you two would end up together one way or another, sheâs always rooted for you two. the only way that could happen is if the two of you get your head out of your asses. in fact, sheâd tried to get wanda to come forth about her own feelings.
however, wanda was dating someone at the time of said conversationâ and out of respect for her then partner, wanda kept her quiet and buried her feelings deep inside. timing has never been on your side, will it ever?
âi donât know if thereâs anything i can say to get you to tell her, but,â she raises her eyebrows and makes her voice firm to try to emphasize her point, âall i can say is that wanda is a beautiful girl whoâs got brains and a personality on her. she wonât be around forever. you know you wonât forgive yourself if you donât at least try with herâ
there it is, the brutal truth you knew that natasha was going to throw at youâ and what sucks the most is the fact that itâs exactly what you needed to hear.
wanda has had to call off your agreement on a few occasions because sheâd gotten serious with two girls; and each time itâd left you sobbing in natashaâs arms in her apartment because you couldnât fathom the thought of wanda with another girl.
with a soft nod, âhow should i even do that? or when?â
natasha begins another one of her long speeches about how you could be losing the person who could be the one, emphasizing how youâd be the one at fault if you let her get away.
on the drive home, you canât help but replay natashaâs words in your mind, you arenât sure why they theyâre resonating this specific time.
âdonât wait too long, you know. you never know who could come along and sweep her off her feet. thatâll be the last time you have wanda like how you have her nowâ
those specific words echo in your head as you get home, unsure why theyâre weighing heavy on your chest this time.
sighing softly, âcome on, baby, i need to get you home,â wanda says as she guides you to her car with her hand guiding you by the lower back. she had your purse and coat in her other hand, ensuring sheâd grabbed everything youâd brought with you.
you two were finally at the end of the road, officially a month from graduating college and decided to attend one last party together before you were thrown into the deep end of adulthood.
you had a few too many to drink that night and wanda knew by the fourth drink and the way you couldnât keep your hands off of her, she had to get you home safely before you ran off somewhere as soon as she took her eyes off of you.
you reached for the handle of the car door before having your hand gently smacked away.
âyou know better than that,â she started softly before opening the door for you and allowing you to get comfortable in her passenger seat. wanda knew you hated having your heels on in the car, so she crouched down to remove them before giving you a quick kiss to the cheek.
wanda pulls back gently to look at your face, your glazed eyes looking back at her with a look of.. adoration?
she smiles softly and places a gentle hand on the side of your face, âyouâre beautifulâ
rolling your eyes and trying to hide your blush, you giggle and nudge her shoulder in a playful manner.
wanda chuckles at how youâre easy to fluster with just two words. placing another small kiss to your cheek, she closes the passenger door.
you watched as she rounded the car and get into the drivers seat with low lidded glazed eyes, a small crooked smile on your face as you watch her. the maroon mid length dress she wore was nothing short of elegant. her curled dark hair and light makeup enhanced her features so beautifully that you feared youâd somehow spill your guts to her if she made one more right move.
but you couldnât. wanda was seeing someoneâ granted, it wasnât serious nor do you think theyâd even slept together, but you were terrified of being that girl.
in fact, you were too. you had been seeing maria from your public policy course for the past two months but you could never bring yourself to feel for her what you so deeply felt for wanda. you two had a mutual break up a few days later.
wanda enters the car and shrugs off her coat, her arm muscles now showing even more with the street light illuminating the inside of the car in a specific way. she fixes her hair and puts on her seat belt before she looks over at you with concern.
âyou okay, bub? whatâs wrong?â wanda asks softly, placing a gentle hand on your thigh as she furrows her eyebrows at your distant far off look.
wanda had no idea what was going through your head, not a single clue as to what was about to come out of your lips.
âdo you ever think meant to be together? or are we just destined to be some sort of parallel line that run close but never touchâ
a flicker of panic come over wandaâs face and her gentle caress on your thigh stops abruptly.
the air in the car now feels heavier, as if the spoken words have broken the âcasual-nessâ of your spoken agreement.
wanda always hoped you two would speak about this, but when you were sober and coherent.
it came out of your lips so naturally, as if youâd said it before.
like this has been weighing heavily on your mind for a while.
wandaâs heart clenched, especially at the fact that she had finally realized that youâd been wondering about the same thing she had for years.
âi-â
wanda was completely and utterly dumbfounded for the first time when it came to you. she often, noâ not often, always had an idea of what would come out of your mouth.
she often found herself staring at you when youâd speak to your friends from across the room. sheâd smile at how animatedly youâd react to people words and how youâd cover your mouth as youâd giggle at a joke someone said. she could easily pride herself in the fact that she knew you.
but this, what youâd just said, had her tongue tied.
she wished you were sober. she wished you were sober so she could confess that sheâd been in love with you for so long, before you two even agreed to get into bed with each other. that ever since you two were nineteen during your first year of college, she couldnât stop thinking of you in a way that friends shouldnât think of each other in.
but you were drunk.
you were seeing someone and so was she.
so she made the hard decision to keep her silence and take you home safely, without any casualties.
âyouâre drunk,â she says sadly, her eyes showing every ounce of emotion going in through her head, âletâs save this for another dayâ
that day never came.
walking through the door of wandaâs apartment to get into the party wanda said sheâd throw you, youâre instantly greeted with a bunch of your closest friends and a few extra guests who happened to be their plus ones.
immediately, you found yourself scanning the room and smiling at the people who were in the space. you could hear chatter and laughter, warming your heart knowing that it all came from the people you knew and loved.
with soft music in the background and the smell of wandaâs cooking, you feel immediately at ease with the atmosphere of the party.
you walk in and are greeted by your friends wishing you a happy birthday. after thanking them and giving them hugs, you find yourself by the drink table to try and loosen up.
wanda was considerate enough, as always, to ensure that the people who were invited to the party were people you could actually stand to hold a conversation with unlike other parties where you had to endure endless small chat that rotted at your brain.
speaking of wanda, youâd yet to see her even though this is her apartment. you try your best to subtly look around the room for any sight of the girl who takes up space in your mind every day.
scanning the room, you look for the dark haired girl but come up short. pouring softly, you take another sip of your drink and go to find natasha who has a look of amusement on her face as she watches you search for wanda.
âhow nice of you to finally make it to your own birthday party,â she teases, âyou look nice. is this the dress wanda bought you?â
it was. in fact, youâd never been a fan of dressing too girly until wanda coaxed you into letting her buy you a dress, and this one happened to be the most recent one sheâs bought you.
she was always a fan of how baby blue looked on you. she liked it so much on you that she took it upon herself to buy you another two dresses, each could be used for different events.
this specific dress fell just below mid thigh and you paired it with a simple pair of white heels. you kept your makeup natural and did your hair, subconsciously styling yourself the way you know wanda would compliment. i mean, she is the one who bought you this dress and threw you this party.
what are friends with benefits for if not that?
trying to hide a small blush at natashaâs words, you nod softly and try to look away to avoid her incessant teasing.
she laughs softly and nudges your shoulder, âi havenât seen herâ
you turn back to her with a furrow of your brows and try to act like you donât know what sheâs talking about.
âyour girlfriend,â she says in a monotone voice, as if itâs obvious who sheâs talking about.
a small pout forms on your lips as you realize that no oneâs seen wanda. everything seemed to be flowing smoothly and it didnât seem like she needed to go out to get anything for the party, so where could she be?
turning back to natasha and excusing yourself to go grab a quick snack from the kitchen, you turn on your heel to grab a quick breather before having to go back out and socialize all night.
while at the table, you feel a presence right next to you, staring. agatha.
âwell, well,â she begins in that tone of hers, âit seems like your girlfriend isnât yours anymore, huh? is that why youâre all alone?â
you quickly whip your head towards her. not yours anymore? your body feels like itâs gone cold and you canât pry your eyes away from agatha, almost trying to urge her to say something else, to continue on with what she just started.
âwhat do you mean?â
agathasâs smirk widens as she realizes shes hit a nerve.
âwell, sheâs not glued to you like usual. no cozying up, no fetching you whatever you need, having you on her lap. i mean, what do you mean what do i mean?â
patience wearing thin and not wanting to deal with agatha beating around the bush, you step closer to her with a firm look on your face, âwhere is wanda? whoâs she with?â
agatha is caught off guard by your sudden jealous and angry demeanor, she drops the act.
tilting her head towards the crowd, and giving you a look of pity, âsorry, babe. last i saw her she was cozying up with a girl with a green dress. you took to long to get your girl.â
your blood runs cold for the umpteenth time in just the past twenty minutes. itâs almost like your body knew this was coming but your brain didnât. had you just lost wanda? was it for good this time?
you turn your head to look for natasha in the living room, sheâs already looking at you with a look of pity. she nods her head to the opposite side of the living room, gesturing towhere wanda is with a dark haired girl.
a knot twists inside of your chest and it feels like the air has been knocked out of you. itâs like a movie you hate but canât tear your eyes away from. wanda looks beautiful, happy.
and you hate it.
the two look comfortable together, sitting too close for your liking. wandaâs left leg is over her right and the girl has her hand placed on her thigh.
wandaâs looking at her with a look you believed was only meant for you. the softly smile on her face and the way her eyes drift down to the girls lips makes you sick.
theyâre well into a conversation and you can see how wanda is laughing at her jokes, placing her hand on the girlâs forearm as she throws her head back in a fit of laughter.
it seems all too natural and intimate.
every interaction you watch them share feels like a blow to the stomach, the air feeling like itâs being knocked out of you again.
in this moment, you slowly begin to realize that wanda was never yours. every shared moment that you two shared together, every kiss and caress, was just a way to pass the time.
you feel nauseous.
you excuse yourself from agatha and quickly find a way to wandaâs patio, where itâs vacant and you can hide for a while out here.
wandaâs apartment had a beautiful view of the city. you two often sat outside together and cuddled with a blanket and a cup of coffee after work often. you found comfort in wanda, even if you were unsure of what you two were.
she worked hard for everything she had in life and it was something you truly admired about her. she didnât have the easiest upbringing and the fact that she still remains soft after it all and continued to be a beautiful is something you love about her.
replaying the conversation with both natasha and agatha, you canât help but feel like a complete idiot as you realize how everything almost felt as if it was foreshadowing to this very moment.
you hear the door to the patio open but donât turn back, you already know who it is.
familiar soft footsteps stop right next to you and you immediately smell her perfume. itâs the same one you gave her a few years ago and for the first time, it makes you sick.
âyouâre wearing the dress,â amusement in her voice as she looks at the city with you, âand you look beautifulâ
you smile softly but donât engage in conversation, just acknowledging her compliment. wanda frowns softly at your lack of attention, not used to you immediately turning around and throwing back a flirt remark at her.
watching you from the side of her eye, she can tell just by your body language that something is bothering you.
you two stand at the patio railing for another few minutes, just in each others presence, until she decides to point out the elephant in the room.
âare you okay?â she asks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
wandaâs concern warms your heart, but you know itâs just meant to be in a friendly way. the way she always looks out for you always tugs on your heart strings.
you want to get angry with her. you want to yell and scream at her to get the hell away from you. ask her why she would string you along with pretty words and gentle gestures that screamed âi love you.â
but you canât.
because at the end of the day, somehow you always find yourself back in wandaâs arms and you could never tell her you hate her. it just isnât true. it couldnât ever be true.
forcing the emotion down your throat, you force yourself to tell her youâre okay. forcing a smile as you look at her, you try to fake it.
but wanda knows you.
âbub,â with a soft voice, âwhatâs wrong?â
there it is. she knows exactly what to say, how to say it, and how to get her way.
âi just,â a deep breath, âi didnât know youâd be bringing a date to the party.â
wandaâs face falters and she doesnât know what to say. the girl back there was not at all her date, nor could she even fathom the idea of bringing another girl when today was supposed to be about you.
she dismissively waves a hand in front of her as she looks away, almost trying to deflect and avoid the topic, but she sees the way youâre trying to hide your hurt at the whole situation.
she begins picking at her finger nails, a nervous habit youâve tried to help her stop. trying to figure out what to say, she stares at the ground. the last thing sheâd ever want to do it hurt you, and yet here she was.
âsheâs,â a slight moment of hesitation âsheâs not my date. she just..â
her voice falters and she doesnât know how to carry on so she just sighs and looks at you with an apologetic look.
wanda looks beautiful. i mean, how could she not? sheâs wearing the outfit you love so much. the black pants and white top that youâve always said makes her look sophisticated. you two always laugh at that, especially since the thought of you two now looking and acting like fully fledged adults is something that neither of you could never wrap your heads around.
âsheâs just someone iâm talking to for the night, i swearâ wanda fidgets uncomfortably, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. sheâs never seen this side of you, the way your hidden jealousy wants to boil over.
you give her a sad smile and just shake your head, silently telling her she doesnât have to continue. placing your hands over hers, you hold onto them tightly and bring them up to your lips to place a soft kiss against her knuckles.
âthank you for the party, wandsâ
wanda panics immediately, the way you said that felt like it had some sense of finality to it. anxiety fills her chest and she feels like her legs could give out at any minute. she tries to say something, anything, to get you to stay with her.
but sheâs caught off guard and she doesnât have anything on the tip of her tongue, except for the three words sheâs wanted to say for so long.
giving her a hug, you hold her tightly and allow yourself to feel her touch one last time. you want to tell her you love her, tell her everything that youâve been meaning to say.
but you fall short, like on every occasion youâve wanted to confess.
you give her a kiss on the cheek and hold her waist as you pull back, smiling softly at her.
in this moment, you fully understand what natasha meant by telling you, âif youâre not going to tell her how much she means to you and you love her, you need to let her go. you know she deserves that much.â
wanda tries to hold onto you tightly, as if youâll float away if she even let go for a fraction of a second. her heart was racing and she was on the verge of tears.
you release wanda as you take a step back, looking at her face and trying to take in as much of her as possible knowing this very well may be the last time you see her.
âiâll see you.â
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âJust the night in general. I knew everyone would love you, but I really think Thor wants to be your big brother now,â Bucky replied. You wanted it so badly to be endearing, but Thor was dangerous. He mentioned a father-in-law. How exactly did he find his wife? And bringing up the flower donations to the hospital. Bucky seemed upset. Why? âWhich heâll have to fight Steve for.â
They are very eager, maybe a little too much to "get" a little sister đ«Ł
His laughter died off quickly when he reached out and gently took your hand again, prying your fingers away from your palm. You didnât notice it stung from your nails until he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it. âYou think weâre bullies?â He asked against your skin. âYes. Besides nearly beating that jerk to death, you do realize that you use force and threats to dominate and intimidate. Thatâs a form of bullying, Bucky,â you said. Was he deliberately being obtuse or was he lost in his delusion that this was all normal?
Someone had to tell them lol
âI wouldnât say weâre bullies. I call it protecting and keeping whatâs mine,â he said. There was no shame on his end. âRight. Because Iâm a possession and not a person,â you said, your face scrunching up as you tried not to cry. You needed rest. If part of Buckyâs plan was to wear you down by overwhelming you, mission accomplished. âIâm so tired. I just want to go to bed.â
This is not going wellđ„Ž
You could scream until your lungs gave out that you didnât belong with him and you knew in your heart heâd argue until his last breath that you did. He was steadfast in that belief that you were soulmates. That conviction was so strong that what you really feared was that he would somehow convince you that he was right: that you belonged together.
đŹđŹđŹ
He was a dog with a bone. He wouldnât let that go. âWhy donât you just take a photo of me giving you the finger?â You suggested as he helped you out of the car. âOnly if you do it with a smile. Iâll even set it as the background on my phone,â he winked. Your reluctance and defiance of him didnât phase him in the slightest. âAnd if you give me the finger, Iâll take it as an invitation that you want to fuck me.â
Puhh he really just sees or hearswhat he wants to see or hear đ„Ž
âYour past boyfriends never did anything for you. Emotionally, physically,â he stated, sliding his hands under the nightgown to your hips. Grasping the hem of your pants, he pushed them down as far as he could. âIâll bet they didnât even buy you flowers and used the excuse that they didnât because youâre a florist.â The words were tiny cuts on old wounds, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. âAnd you will?â âI will. Iâll give you the life and love you deserve, making you forget any other man out there existed before me.â His eyes raked over you as you stepped out of your pants, your panties still soaked. âBut Iâm not gonna fuck you.â
He knows exactly how to push her buttons
A couple of deep breaths and you made your way back to your bedroom. You paused when you saw Bucky holding a framed photo of you and your friends, longing in his eyes when he lifted his gaze. âYou look so happy,â he murmured, carefully setting the frame down on the nightstand before he pulled the blankets back for you. âCan you do me one favor and Iâll go?â âI was happy. It was a fun day.â You slipped into bed when he gave you space to do so, but his body was still close to yours. Firm. Hard. He really could pin you down and do what he wanted if he wished. âWhatâs the favor?â He tucked the blanket around you, his hair falling into his face. You almost reached up to brush it back, but refrained. Who knew what your touch would do? âLook at me like you love me. Please.â
Geez, what a request to end the day đ«Ł
Hold You Tight: Part 9
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 8 | Series Masterlist | Part 10
Chapter Summary: Bucky takes you home, but will he keep his hands to himself?
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.7k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, dirty talk, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for your patience! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You thought you heard the men wish you well once more when Bucky led you out of the office. You werenât completely sure since you tried to block everything out, but attempting to disassociate wouldnât exactly do you any good. The night wasnât over yet and you had to stay sharp. You didnât know what Bucky had planned for when he got you home. Were you prepared at all?
Not in the least.
You half expected to walk back through the front of the club to leave, but Ray directed you to a door near the back once he gave Bucky a nod. The car was waiting in the alley and you took a moment to glance up at the sky. You could only make out one star and you wished in that moment you could grow wings and fly away. But when did wishing upon a star do you any good?
âLetâs get you back to your place,â Bucky said, helping you into the car.
You had to give him credit for trying to keep up his end of the bargain by getting you home on time. Your body refused to relax though once he sat beside you and took your hand. Was he trying to get you accustomed to his touch? Make you crave him? It bothered you that in spite of your determination he drew you in to a certain degree. But you wouldnât let him take you to bed tonight. You werenât ready to cross that inevitable line.
Maybe, just maybe, if your performance in bed disappointed him, heâd get bored and walk away. The thought almost made you laugh. That wasnât happening. If anything, heâd probably love teaching you how to be his perfect lover.
âI think tonight went well,â Bucky smiled.
âWhich part exactly?â You mumbled, pulling your hand away. The part where he forced you to go, how his men all but admitted they knew Bucky stalked you, or how they beat the hell out of a man?
âJust the night in general. I knew everyone would love you, but I really think Thor wants to be your big brother now,â Bucky replied. You wanted it so badly to be endearing, but Thor was dangerous. He mentioned a father-in-law. How exactly did he find his wife? And bringing up the flower donations to the hospital. Bucky seemed upset. Why? âWhich heâll have to fight Steve for.â
âFighting. You guys seem to excel in that arena,â you said, remembering how they all took turns beating up John. âBut I guess Steve does have a bit of that âbig brotherâ vibe, helping you take total control of my life and whatnot.â
âNot total control. Iâm still letting you work, but maybe I can buy the shop.â He chuckled at your thunderous expression. The light threat had you seeing red. âI probably shouldn't joke about that, should I?â
âLetting me work? Like itâs your decision? And donât you dare buy the shop.â You pushed at him to keep from slapping him when he chuckled again. Not with enough force to get him far away from you, but you needed some sort of space in the vehicle. He also needed a good hit over the head. âYouâre a bully, do you know that? So are your friends.â
His laughter died off quickly when he reached out and gently took your hand again, prying your fingers away from your palm. You didnât notice it stung from your nails until he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it. âYou think weâre bullies?â He asked against your skin.
âYes. Besides nearly beating that jerk to death, you do realize that you use force and threats to dominate and intimidate. Thatâs a form of bullying, Bucky,â you said. Was he deliberately being obtuse or was he lost in his delusion that this was all normal?
âI wouldnât say weâre bullies. I call it protecting and keeping whatâs mine,â he said. There was no shame on his end.
âRight. Because Iâm a possession and not a person,â you said, your face scrunching up as you tried not to cry. You needed rest. If part of Buckyâs plan was to wear you down by overwhelming you, mission accomplished. âIâm so tired. I just want to go to bed.â
âYouâre a person, not a possession, Kotyonok. And not just a person, a good person who gives so much of herself to others. And probably one of the only people who rightfully calls me out on my shit.â His response drew you up short. âOutside of my friends, no one else does that.â
âMaybe because theyâre afraid of you and what you can do,â you said after a moment. Fear could make anyone say what they thought people wanted to hear. âEither that or they want your approval,â you added, which you could also understand to a point. People wanted a sense of belonging, especially with those who had influence and power.
âMaybe they are afraid,â he agreed, brushing his lips against your palm again with a sigh. âWhat is it about me that scares you most?â
âIâm not really sure exactly,â you admitted. There was so much about the situation that terrified you. What he was capable of. How he inserted himself into various aspects of your life and so quickly. How far he was willing to go to keep you. âBut I think itâs your conviction. That youâre so sure that Iâm your other half and no one can convince you otherwise, not even me.â
You could scream until your lungs gave out that you didnât belong with him and you knew in your heart heâd argue until his last breath that you did. He was steadfast in that belief that you were soulmates. That conviction was so strong that what you really feared was that he would somehow convince you that he was right: that you belonged together.
Those steel blue eyes of his met yours and mesmerized you for a heartbeat before you looked away. âLove is scary. Itâs natural to be afraid of it.â His lips brushed your ear, making you shiver. âBut giving someone the most fragile parts of yourself is one of the bravest things a person can do.â
There was truth in his words, but it felt like he moved another chess piece into place. He was trying to disarm you and you couldnât let him. âWho painted that black dahlia in your office?â You asked suddenly, feeling him move back enough that you could turn your head toward him. âAnd why display that flower?â You didnât believe for a second that he chose it for aesthetic purposes.
âBeautiful, isn't it? Steve painted it,â he replied with an odd mixture of affection and bitterness. âItâs for my parents.â
âSteve is a gifted artist.â You hoped your voice stayed even enough that Bucky wouldnât get jealous of you complimenting another manâs talent. âI don't know if the symbolism of flowers mean anything to you, but the black dahlia-â
âBetrayal. Sadness. Darkness,â he ticked off, his voice cold enough that another shiver moved through your body. âIt was the last flower my dad ever got my mom and it serves as a reminder.â
You swallowed as warning bells sounded in your mind to tread carefully. âAnd what's that?â
He moved close, your eyes shutting as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck. âThat I'll never do to you what he did to her.â
There was suppressed rage within him. Sorrow. It rolled off him in waves strong enough that they could drown you. He said earlier that his dad got what he deserved. What had he done to his mom?
âYouâre in pain,â you whispered. He was hurting and you logically shouldnât care. So why did you want to know the cause of that hurt? âYou have to tell me why.â
It wasnât for you to use to your advantage. You werenât sure if you could manipulate someone else. If you knew what happened though, it would at least give you more answers to who Bucky was and why he was the way he was. It could help you gain some sort of understanding.
âIâm not in pain when Iâm with you,â he whispered, bringing your hand on his chest. Was he relying on you to chase away whatever haunted him? âLater. Iâve overwhelmed you enough for one evening.â
You let out a breath. You swore he was doing this on purpose, giving you just enough information that youâd wait around until he gave you more. âI canât argue with you there,â you said, his heart racing under your touch. âJust answer one thing for me, please.â
âWhatâs that?â
âMarc from the bookstore,â you began, the manâs kind face shimmering in your mind. âDid anything happen to him?â
âIâd question another man being on your mind, but I know youâre just concerned about his well-being.â An easy smile crossed Buckyâs face as you bit your tongue. You could think about anyone you wanted to. âI canât speak for him right this second, but he was perfectly fine when you and I left. He was just having a chat with one of my associates.â
You exhaled, thankful Marc wasn't hurt. âWhat kind of chat?â You asked. He was a nice guy, though he did seem to know a bit about Bucky. What exactly was he involved in?
âHe just got a warning to be careful about what he does or doesnât say to his customers.â You tensed before he kissed your forehead. Did he know about the conversation you two had? âAnd I donât think the two of you should be alone with each other in the bookstore going forward.â
Just when Bucky had you feeling some sort of sympathy for him moments ago he shocked you right out of it. âAnother decision that isnât yours to make,â you stated, the car coming to a stop. âAnd you really donât have to walk me up. I think weâve had enough of each otherâs company tonight.â
âI said Iâm tucking you into bed and thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do.â The smile he gave you was nothing short of cocky when he added, âAnd you owe me a photo. Iâm going to get it.â
He was a dog with a bone. He wouldnât let that go. âWhy donât you just take a photo of me giving you the finger?â You suggested as he helped you out of the car.
âOnly if you do it with a smile. Iâll even set it as the background on my phone,â he winked. Your reluctance and defiance of him didnât phase him in the slightest. âAnd if you give me the finger, Iâll take it as an invitation that you want to fuck me.â
âLetâs go, please.â
You said nothing else as you went into the building, your anxiety mounting by the second. The slow rise of the elevator didnât help, Buckyâs hip pressed against yours like he couldnât stand to have space between you. You figure heâd shove you against the wall and claim your mouth, but he didnât make a move. It impressed you that he behaved until you got to your floor. It didnât stop your hand from shaking when you got your keys out.
âStill donât want to say good night now?â
âI donât want to say good night at all,â he answered, following you into the apartment and turning on the light. The welcoming feeling you expected when you got home wasn't there. There was a chill in the usual warmth.
âWell, youâll have to sooner or later,â you said, swallowing when you faced Bucky. He shut the door and watched intently as you set your keys and bag down. You were quiet as you stared back, tension thick as you tried to predict what he was going to do. Once again, he managed to hold all the power in your home.
âHave I told you how beautiful you are?â He asked, heat and hunger in his stare as he slowly advanced.
Your throat went dry as you stepped back. âYou have.â
âSo beautiful and so good.â You made another move to retreat when he stepped forward, his manner confident and compelling as he reached out and prevented you from moving back further. âItâs driving me crazy not having you yet.â
âPlease, you donâtâŠâ you trailed off when he sank to his knees, unexpected heat flowing from your core. He guided one of your hands to his shoulder to brace yourself, his eyes soft as he helped remove one of your shoes. You found it difficult to breathe as he removed the other, his hand brushing your ankle with infinite tenderness. Like it was an honor to touch and be on his knees for you.
âI know the first time I taste you Iâll never want to stop. Iâll have to wake up every day between your thighs. Fall asleep that way, too.â His hand slid up your calf and his eyes darkened when your other hand found its way to his thick locks. Wetness gathered between your legs when his touch moved to your thigh. âYour pussy is hungry for me, isnât it? My fingers, my tongue, my cock. Iâll feed her well.â
His voice was like velvet. Seductive. Aching. âBuckyâŠâ Your breath rushed out swiftly when he kissed your mound through your clothes, tormenting you with arousal you didnât ask for. It frightened you.
âI can smell you,â he murmured, nosing along where his lips had been before he sat back. âSmell so fucking good.â
Moving your shoes out of the way, he rose to his full height again as you willed your legs not to shake. You werenât used to anyone looking at you, let alone speak to you, the way he did. Stark desire. Possessiveness. His form of love. Your heart pounded and you refused to answer him or glance down. If you looked at the front of his pantsâŠ
He took your hand and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom. Your heart pounded with mounting speed, your heels digging into the floor. âYou still haven't kissed me,â you blurted out, hoping it would prevent him from taking you to bed. Or would he take that as an invitation to kiss your lips?
âNo, I haven't.â You tried to keep some distance between you as he went to your bed, his hand moving along the blanket. You couldn't breathe. âIt scares you how much your body wants mine, doesnât it?â
âIs that what you think?â You asked, forcing air back into your lungs. It did scare you. It also scared you that you didnât push him away or scream when he dropped to his knees to remove your shoes. Where was your fighting instinct?
âIt is what I think.â The ease in which he moved away from the bed to your dresser to find your pajamas frightened you, too. Like he belonged in your room. You thought back to the night he broke in and left your gift on your bed. How much time did he take to look around? âLike love, giving your body to someone can be scary. You have to trust that you won't get hurt when youâre physically vulnerable.â
âYou swore you wouldn't hurt me,â you reminded him.
âAnd I won't. But you know what else I think?â His magnetic gaze stayed on you as he brought a nightgown over. âThat no guy has ever really taken care of you and youâre apprehensive to let me try.â
If you were apprehensive, it was because he was a walking red flag. âWhat makes youâŠâ Your words stopped when he grasped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up. Your arms instinctively went up before you realized what you were doing. Removing your shirt, you didnât get a chance to cover your breasts before he slipped the nightgown on you.
âYour past boyfriends never did anything for you. Emotionally, physically,â he stated, sliding his hands under the nightgown to your hips. Grasping the hem of your pants, he pushed them down as far as he could. âIâll bet they didnât even buy you flowers and used the excuse that they didnât because youâre a florist.â
The words were tiny cuts on old wounds, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. âAnd you will?â
âI will. Iâll give you the life and love you deserve, making you forget any other man out there existed before me.â His eyes raked over you as you stepped out of your pants, your panties still soaked. âBut Iâm not gonna fuck you.â
Exhaling slowly, relief flooded you. Though you couldnât help but wonder why he wasnât trying to take what he wanted. âYou wonât?â
âNot tonight.â He shook his head even as his fingers moved along your waist. âLike I said, Iâve overwhelmed you enough. Sleeping with you might really put you over the edge.â
âThanks.â He desired you, but continued to hold it at bay for your sake. How long would that last? âI appreciate that.â
âAnd we both know the moment I take you to bed, youâll be begging for more.â His voice dropped as he toyed with the soft fabric. âAnd as much as I want to stay in bed with you all night and morning and give us what we both crave, I still need to get things in place at the penthouse and you need rest. You understand.â
You tried not to smile and failed. He acted as if he was doing you a favor. Cocky bastard. âI guess weâll just have to suffer until then.â Sarcasm continued to be a good way to deflect.
He exhaled at your light teasing, his body still a bit tense. Being close to you and not having you was probably driving him mad. âMaybe we'll have to have another private call and finish what we started. Give us both some relief.â He turned you toward the door and gave you a light swat on your ass. âGo wash your face and brush your teeth before I change my mind.â
You made it to the bathroom in record time, not having to be told twice. You didnât want to risk staying there in case he lost his resolve. Looking in the mirror as you went through the rest of your nighttime routine, you expected to look more exhausted from the whirlwind of the day. You somehow looked wide awake. Was the experience giving you thicker skin? Or did his desire for you somehow give you a bit of a twisted spark? Youâd still be billing him for your future therapy bills either way.
A couple of deep breaths and you made your way back to your bedroom. You paused when you saw Bucky holding a framed photo of you and your friends, longing in his eyes when he lifted his gaze. âYou look so happy,â he murmured, carefully setting the frame down on the nightstand before he pulled the blankets back for you. âCan you do me one favor and Iâll go?â
âI was happy. It was a fun day.â You slipped into bed when he gave you space to do so, but his body was still close to yours. Firm. Hard. He really could pin you down and do what he wanted if he wished. âWhatâs the favor?â
He tucked the blanket around you, his hair falling into his face. You almost reached up to brush it back, but refrained. Who knew what your touch would do? âLook at me like you love me. Please.â
You stiffened as you stared up at his face, your heart simultaneously racing and breaking for him. Love was something that provided a sense of connection, fulfillment. It was a way to show you that you werenât alone in the world. You wanted to believe you were worthy of love, that you could build a life with someone. Bucky believed he was that someone.
Why?
You werenât sure if it was his yearning gaze or if you were ready for the night to end, but your expression softened as you imagined meeting him in another life. Going on fun dates, talking about books, making each other laugh as you cooked together, snuggling under a blanket as you talked about your future. You found yourself smiling at the images that went through your mind. What couldâve been. What could be if he lessened his hold a bit on you.
He audibly exhaled when he snapped a photo on his phone, making you blink. âThank you. Now I can look at this whenever Iâm not near you and need to feel your love.â
Words escaped you, the invisible collar around your throat getting tighter. You could only nod and wonder how you kept throwing fuel on the fire of his want for you. Which one of you would burn first?
âGet some sleep. Dream sweet dreams.â You felt featherlight kisses on each eyelid when you shut them. âYou know, Iâll sleep a lot easier once youâre in my bed.â
âIf you get me into your bed,â you mumbled, refusing to look at him.
âStubborn kitten.â He chuckled and gave each eyelid one more kiss. Why were his lips so soft? âMaybe Iâll stop by the shop tomorrow so I can take you to lunch. You can tell Addison all about it.â
âMaybe.â You yawned and snuggled more into your pillows. âGood night, Bucky.â
A finger moved along your cheek before it stopped abruptly. âGood night, Kotyonok.â
Bucky still hadn't kissed your mouth.
You didnât open your eyes as he left, but you didnât fall asleep right away either. Your body was too wound up. Too many questions went through your mind. Like what happened with his parents and how exactly heâd move you out of your place.
The man was a step ahead in everything. Youâd be in his penthouse before the month was over. Heâd get his way, but maybe it didn't have to be his way completely. He could give you an area in the place for you and you alone. It wouldnât hurt to ask. After all, he did say heâd make it up to you by dragging you out tonight.
And if he cared the way he said he did, he could give you that one small thing.
Is our poor Kotyonok starting to accept the inevitable? Will Bucky stop by the shop? And how much longer until he really takes you to bed?Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Don't think you understand
Summary: Quinn can't get ahold of his feelings, which leads him to push you away unintentionally.
Track 8 of short n' sweet - dumb & poetic
Warning! Slight miscommunication
A/N: This does have a happy ending :) and it's short. I apologize for that!! I just wanted to post something for the short n sweet masterlist(been delaying it)
And I gave you guys a bridgerton love confession kinda so enjoy that lmao
You haven't talked to him in weeks. The man was your best friend and you haven't talked to him in two months, how did this even happen?
Hmm, maybe when you had confessed your feelings to Quinn around the same time, you left without an answer, analyzing the blank look on his face, bringing enough of one for you.
This was your fifth tub of ice cream in two weeks, while on a call with Luke(and Jack, who also joined the supposed gossip session).
"Wait, so let me get this straight." Jack said, collecting his thoughts. "You told him you were in love with him, and he didn't say anything or have any reaction which led to you two not talking anymore?"
"Well, it certainly helps hearing it out loud." You grumbled.
"Sorry! I just need to recap so I know why I have to slap him when I next see him." Jack mutters the last part.
"You know, for him being the oldest, he sure is stupid." Luke chuckles.
"Pretty sure I'm the stupid one here, I mean, I thought he actually liked me back." You smiled Sadly.
"You think he doesn't like you in that way?" Jack asked, you nodded.
"Yeah, no, Quinn's definitely in love with you, Y/N. Have you seen the way he looks at you? The way his eyes seem to shine brighter when he talks about you." Luke shrugged.
"Okay, now you guys are feeding into my delusions." You rolled your eyes. "I lost my best friend because I couldn't control my feelings about him. And now I'm sitting on my kitchen floor, crying to Conan Gray while eating Ben & Jerry's."
There was a sudden knock on your door. Who could that be? It was late in the night in Vancouver.
"I'll be right back guys, don't hang up." You warned.
You walked up to the door and looked through the peephole and saw the man of the house standing on the other side. You unlocked it. How could you not?
"Quinn? What are you doin-?" You were cut off with Quinn kissing you passionately. You melted in the kiss before slowly breaking apart.
"I'm in love with you too." Quinn confessed. "I think I've been in love with you the moment I saw you falling off the swing when we were kids, if I'm being honest. It's very easy to fall in love with someone as special, charming, kind, heartless, caring, and comforting as you. I can't imagine being with anyone else other than you. And I don't even want to think about how sorry I am for not realizing it until now. But I love you Y/N, and I don't think I can ever stop - No, I know that I can't and won't."
Now it your time to be in shock.
"I understand if I'm too late, I just wanted you to know. I'm sorry for kissing you. I just wanted to know what it felt if it was the only time -" You cut Quinn off by kissing him.
"I love you too." You whispered. "Gosh you're so dumb and poetic."
Quinn chuckles. "What does that even mean?" He followed you into the house.
"Y/N!!! Did you get kidnapped? Omg Luke what if we gotta call the cops and tell them what happened and we gotta tell them she was crying about our idiotic brother-"
"Jack shut up." Luke looked at his brother bewildered.
"I'm just saying, could be a possibility." Jack mutters.
"I'm not dead guys." You picked up the phone.
"Y/N! You're alive. What happened? Who was at the door?" Luke asked, Jack chuckling behind him.
"Oh you know just this really hot guy." You answered simply.
"Okay? How hot was he? Is he gonna make you get over Quinn?" Jack asked.
"Very hot and no." You answered.
Quinn came into frame behind you, kissing you on your neck.
Jack and Luke's jaw drops. "No way!" "What the hell?"
"There are children present in this conversation, you guys are disgusting." Jack gestured to Luke who shoved him in response. "I'm 21!"
"Bye guys." Quinn hung up the phone.
"That was rude, you know." You looked back at him.
"I know, I just wanted to kiss you without them bickering." Quinn mumbles.
"And to think I was just crying over you not too long ago." You recalled.
"I'll make up for every tear you shed for my stupidity, I promise." Quinn's nose brushes yours.
"I know you will." You leaned in closer.
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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 20
Summary:
Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?
Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.
A/N: Jake comes clean and Daisy has to talk to Penny
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I managed to make it until we were back at my apartment before I broke. Tasha was spending the night at Javyâs place, which meant it was just the two of us and after a few hours of thinking up the worst possible scenarios for what Jake had to tell me, I was ready to cry, scream, or throw up. Or do all three at once, it was a toss up really.
âIâm going to sit down on the couch and youâre going to tell me whatâs going on,â I said, putting my hands on Jakeâs shoulder to stop him from kissing me when we walked in the door. âBecause I know thereâs something youâre not telling me.â Jake sighed, running a hand over his face.
âWeâre not breaking up, letâs start with that,â Jakeâs voice was tired but serious, his words striking out one of my fears. I nodded, running my hands up and down my pajama pants, trying to ease my anxiety with the familiar feeling of the fuzzy fabric. âRooster and I might be deployed soon.â The news hit me like a blow to the gut, deployed? What happened over Thanksgiving had been a mission, just a few days apart and that had been hell.
âHow long?â I heard myself ask, knees folding into my chest. Jake sat beside me, wrapping me in his arms, chin resting on top of my head.
âI donât know, Wildflower.âÂ
âWhere?âÂ
âI donât know and I couldnât tell you if I did, it would be classified,â Jake kissed my hair. âI donât have any details, I donât even know if itâs happening. Itâs all just whispers behind closed doors and rumors at this point, which is why I didnât want to say anything.âÂ
âI love you,â Itâs all I could think to say. Jakeâs thumb brushed over my cheeks and thatâs when I realized I was crying, âI love you so much.â
âI know, baby, I love you too,â Jake held me tight. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you, I didnât want to say anything until I knew for sure.â
âTell me next time, okay?âÂ
âI promise, Wildflower. Iâm sorry I worried you,â Jake kissed the top of my head, rubbing circles into my back. âI love you so much.âÂ
My first thought was to run, to get away but the second that crossed my mind, the idea of being without Jake hit me like a truck. I didnât want to be without him, I couldnât imagine not having Jake in my life. He had managed to intertwined every part of my life with his, from my writing to his family, we were bound together. Running away now would be running away forever. Right?
âWhy donât we call Penny in the morning?â Jake kissed my hair again, drawing me out of my thoughts. âMaybe we can call mama and pops too.â
âIâd like that,â I nuzzled into his neck, âHow long are deployments usually?â Jake sighed, bringing me onto his lap.
âIt depends, thereâs short deployments of just a few months and then thereâs deployments that can last over a year.â A year? My grip on Jakeâs waist tightened, âItâs probably not going to be that long, baby but if it is, weâll figure it out.â After a few minutes of silence that felt like hours, Jake whispered, âYouâll be waiting here when I get back?âÂ
âAlways,â I answered without hesitation. I took Jakeâs face in my hands, staring him down even though I still wanted to puke a little bit. Jakeâs eyes were intense, his brow creased in worry. âIâm not going anywhere and no matter where you go, youâre coming back home to me. Deal?âÂ
âDeal.â Jake closed the distance between our lips, kissing me soft and sweet. There was no rushing, it was as if we had all the time in the world, and if we did have all that time, what was a few months apart? He pulled my legs fully around him and stood, never breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bedroom.Â
When he laid me back on the bed and stripped me bare, Jake took his time. He covered my body in kisses, worshiping every inch like he was committing it to memory, and when we finished, he pulled me into his chest and held me tight all through the night.Â
The next morning I called Penny, who evidently had been waiting to hear from me. I tried to ignore the fact that everyone around me probably already knew about the deployment, especially the fact that Tasha hadnât said anything. Penny invited me over and Jake dropped me off,
âCall me when youâre ready,â He whispered, kissing my forehead. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too, cowboy.âÂ
Penny greeted me with a hug and a mug of peppermint tea, she looked cozy in her navy pajama set and robe, pulling me into her living room.
âHow are you holding up, kiddo?â Penny passed me a cream blanket that was soft.
âFirst thing I wanted to do was run,â Penny hummed, rubbing my knee. âNow I just feel a little numb.âÂ
âI thought having grown up with my fatherâs deployments would have made things easier the first time my ex-husband deployed but it didnât.â She sipped her tea, staring ahead where a picture of her and Amelia hung on the wall. âI spent the first month crying in bed, almost got fired from my job. Then one of the other wives in his unit, an older woman named Vera, sat me down for a talk.âÂ
Penny looked the picture of calm as she spoke and I envied her for it. What I didnât envy was how many years, deployments, and undoubted heartache that it took to cultivate that calm.Â
âShe first told me that I looked like crap,â I chuckled along with Penny. âThen she told me I was going to join her walking group. Most of the wives in the unit met up every morning and walked a mile around base. If we had news, we shared it, some women talked about how their kids were handling things, we organized what we were sending in care packages, and we traded recipes. Anything to keep ourselves sane.âÂ
âAre you asking me to join your walking group?â Penny pursed her lips at me, rolling her eyes. âWhat, you, me, and Ames could totally go for walks on the beach before school.âÂ
âGood luck dragging that girl out of bed early,â She pushed my knee, laughing. âBut seriously, Daisy, one of the best things you can do while heâs gone is stay busy and stay connected with me and with him.â
âHow am I supposed to talk to him if I donât know where he is?âÂ
âYouâll most likely be able to call him but if you want to send him letters, youâll give them to command and theyâll send the letters to him when they can.â When they can. That wasnât very reassuring.
âWhat else do I need to know?âÂ
X
I spent the day getting my affairs in order, scheduling a stop on my mail, making sure all my bills were on auto pay, and updating my will and life insurance policies. By the time it was lunch, my head was pounding from all of the tedious details.Â
When lunch time came and went without a word from Daisy or Penny, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things for Daisyâs apartment. Bath bombs, new pajamas, a few nice notebooks that sheâd probably never write in for fear of âruiningâ them. I chuckled to myself, I really did love her and all of her little quirks. If it wasnât for Daisyâs one-year rule Iâd pick her up from Pennyâs and take her straight to the court house if sheâd let me.Â
Deployments had never bothered me before, in fact, I loved them. They meant that I could fly on missions, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I kept an eye out for enemy bogeys. Now the thought of being away from home for even a few days made my heart hurt. I wanted to go to work in the morning, fly formations with the team, and come home to Daisy at the end of the day. I wanted to fall into bed beside her and tease her when she spent twenty minutes rearranging the blankets so she wouldnât be hot.Â
The deployment hadnât even started yet and I already wanted it to be over. I said a quick prayer, praying that this deployment would be a short one.
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Always - Eddie Munson
18+ MDNI
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I run up to his trailer and bang on the door âEDDIEâ I continue to bang on the door as I hear footsteps behind me âEDDIE PLEASE OPEN THE DOORâ I can hear shuffling inside and trailer and him running âEDDIE HELP ME HES GETTING CLOSERâ the door finally yanks open and I feel two strong arms pull me into the trailer, the door slamming behind me
âHeâs coming Eddie and I think he grabbed a weaponâ he instantly know who Iâm talking about and we start rushing to his room âCOME OUT HERE YOU SLUT OR DONT COME HOME AT ALL ILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND KILL YOUâ
I grab onto Eddie harder and try to block him out âcover your ears sweetheartâ I can faintly hear him yelling out to my father telling him that heâs called the police and to leave we give it a few minutes and know heâs gone
I start to cry and we fall to the ground, he starts rocking me back and fourth âshhh Iâve got you sweetheart heâs not gonna get you your safe with meâ I dig my face into him deeper and try to calm down âdo you wanna tell me what happened or do you want to eat somethingâ
I look up at him and take a deep breath âI can tell you if thatâs okayâ he smooths my hair and kisses my forehead âyou really donât have to tell me if you donât want toâ I take a deep breath and look at him
âI had to work another shift after the one I was scheduled for it because I need to money I thought it would be fine but when I got home I could smell alcohol and the door slammed behind me, my dad was there saying that I was at a guys house and that I was a slut who wonât amount to anything, he grabbed my arm and started to drag me across the room but dropped his bottle and let go of me to grab it when it cut him I took that opportunity to runâ I look up and can see tears forming in his eyes
âWhen I got out of the house I heard his safe open and knew he would try to hurt me so I ran here because you were so close and I knew you would keep me safe but Iâm sorry Iâm so so sorry I dragged you into thisâ he grabs my face and shakes his head
âI donât care about all that stuff sweetheart I only care about you are you okay did he hurt you?â I see his eyes searching me for injury, I shake my head and grab his hand âIâm okay itâs just that my wrist is a little sore and Iâm kinda hungryâ
âLetâs stand up and fix that okay?â I nod my head and slowly stand up grabbing his arm and he keeps me steady directing me to the kitchen
I zone out for a second while he grabs something and suddenly heâs standing right in front of me
âHereâs your ice once it starts to feel better you wanna wash up?â I nod my head, he grabs my upper arm to not hurt my wrist and puts the ice on it softly I wince so he starts to run circles on my arm âthat feels goodâ he smiles and looks at me âyeah?â I hug him taking in his scent
âThank you I would take you up on that shower but I havenât any clothesâ he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom âyou just use some of mine itâs okayâ he messes with the water till he finds it good and smiles at me
âYou go ahead and shower the stuff you can use is right there, I will leave some clothes on the sinkâ I smile and hug him again âcould you order pizza I can payâ I can feel him shake his head âdonât worry about itâ he smiles and turns around closing the door
I start to shower and the water feels perfect the heat hits me and I can feel myself relax, I sit there for a while and look around for what soaps he has I grab the shampoo and it smells just like him I put a bit in my hair and wash my hair imagining it was him helping me
I move on to body wash and I smell entirely like him itâs comforting and I take it all in
I turn off the shower and use his mousse to tame my hair when I think about how this feels so normal, almost too normal but heâs my bestfriend he could never see me that way, I look to my right and see the clothes heâs set out for me
One of his dio shirts and a pair of sweats and at the bottom is a pair of his boxers I slip everything on and itâs like heâs in the room I open the door and heâs on the couch staring at the door intensely when he hears me he relaxes and heads towards me âhey sweetheart do you feel better?â
âMuch, thank youâ I smile and he looks at the clock âpizza should be here soon do you want to watch a movie in my room or hereâ I look at him and the door âcan we watch it in your roomâ
âOf courseâ a knock comes from the door and I flinch we both still and stare at it âpizzaâ I let out a breath, Eddie looks less tense âimma go get that you go get comfortableâ I smile and walk to the room sitting on the bed looking around
He walks in with the pizza and some drinks setting it down âthank you Eddie so much I can never repay youâ he reaches for my hair and I involuntarily flinch I can see the pain in his face and he rushes across the room âIâm so sorry Iâm sorry I didnt mean to scare you I wasnât gonna hurt youâ he sits on the ground âIâm not my dadâ
I rush up and sit next to him âno no Iâm not scared of you it was reflex, I know you would never hurt meâ I crawl into his lap and he relaxes âIâm sorry itâs just everyone tells me Iâm gonna end up like my dad and when I saw how scared you were I panicked I thought I wasâ
âItâs just reflex im not scared of you I promise promiseâ I kiss his head and have us stand up âlook we are both vulnerable right now so letâs just eat and watch a movie okay?â
âI should be comforting you not the other way aroundâ I shake my head and grab the pizza âeat up okay we are fine everything is fine letâs watch the movieâ he sits next to me and I turn on Nightmare on Elm street
For the next thirty minuets we laugh at the graphics and he calms down after a while but I start to fall asleep, when I wake I feel around for Eddie and shoot up when I canât feel him âEddie?â It comes out as a whisper in my tired state and I look around âEddieâŠEdâs where are youâ he rushes in and I let out a loud sigh
âYou were gone where did you goâ he stays where he is and looks at me âI went to go clean up I was gonna stay in the living room tonightâ
âCan you stay with me pleaseâ he looks around and nods walking over and laying down âalwaysâ I relax and quickly fall asleep
~
I feel the heat of the room hit me and I wake up i try to shift but feel something holding me in place, correction Eddie is holding me in place and when I run my hand up his chest oh my gosh he isnât wearing a shirt I mean yeah itâs hot but wow heâs hot, I have my head in his chest and smile Iâm cuddling with my bestfriend in his bed while heâs shirtless
I start to trace his face to make sure heâs asleep and smile when he doesnât wake I then trace his tattoos on his chest I look up at him double checking heâs asleep and leave small kisses on his tattoos and collarbones
He is so kissable I wish every morning could be like this, I lay back down holding him tight again and listen to his steady breathing as well as his heart after a while I feel as if I should make breakfast and slowly start getting up
As soon as I move his arms tighten around me and holds me closer âwhere do you think your going sweetheart?â I freeze and look him in the eyes âI was um going to make you and Wayne breakfast a thank you for your hospitalityâ he grumbles and moves us over
âMmhm no your staying right hereâ I laugh and try getting up but heâs staying true to his word âeddddieee please let do thisâ he huffs and burys his face in my hair âfive more minutes of holding you than Iâll think about itâ
âOkay deal but after Iâm making French toastâ he sighs and lets out a sound of contentment holding me closer âI love youâ I smile and hold onto him trying not to look into it too closely âI love youâ I feel him playing with my hair and tickling my ears when the door swings open
âHey boy Iâm gonna go over to-â we snap our heads over to Wayne and he looks at us suspiciously looking at me than eddies bare chest âoh um sorryâ he slams the door and we start laughing âheâs acting like we just make a mini Munsonâ
âThe look on his face was so hilarious but you should probably go clear that up Edâsâ he laughs and hugs me hard one last time before I move off of him and he gets up grabbing his shirt on the way out
âI still expect breakfastâ I laugh and he closes the door
I lay in his bed and can feel him all around me âI love Eddie Munson so muchâ I smile and get up walking into the kitchen âhey Edâs are you gonna help?â He grabs some stuff out the fridge and looks at me âof course darlin why notâ I grab the pan from him and laugh
âBecause the probability of you burning something is very highâ he glares at me and scowls âhey Iâve only burned things a few timesâ rolling my eyes as I mix the eggs with creamer and giggle
After two stacks of food and a huge mess we are finally done and start to eat when he looks at me seriously âso are we gonna talk about what happens after this?â I look at him and look back down âwhat do you mean Iâm gonna go home like alwaysâ
He slams his fork on his plate âlike hell you are Iâm not letting you go back thereâ I look down sadly knowing heâs right âEdâs I have to or heâs just gonna be more madâ he gets up walking over to me and turns my chair âplease sweets donâtâ
I place a hand on his face and sigh deeply âwhat if he says I ran away or something involving the police?â He starts to grab my hands and brings them to his forehead âyou turned eighteen two months ago you can do whatever you want we can just get your clothes when heâs not there and you can live hereâ
âWhat if I want to go backâ he stands up taking his hands away from mine and backs up âyou wanna go back there? heâs gonna hurt you or worse and I canâtâ I stand up and he looks at me âplease letâs just do it my wayâ
âWhy?â He looks at me like I asked him to solve world peace and scoffs âwhy? Heâs gonna fucking kill you and I canât live without youâ I look out the window and stop protesting he falls to his knees and hugs my waist âplease sweetheart Iâm begging you stay I canât let you get hurt do you know how much I wanted to kill him for hurting youâ
âBut why? Because weâre bestfriends?â he stands up again and walks away âbecause im in love you I cannot let the women I love get hurt no fucking wayâ my voice gets stuck in my throat and I smile âYou love me?â
He rushes over to me âso fucking muchâ he kisses me really kisses me not a little peck or anything simple he kisses me like he needs it pouring out all his emotions in the kiss, itâs sloppy and messy but perfect all at the same time
âI love you too, Iâm in love with youâ he grabs my chin and looks at me âso your not going back rightâ and shake my head and kiss him âIâll never go back again I promiseâ
âYou taste sweetâ he kisses me smiling into the kiss and I never want to stop âwill you stay with me?â
âAlwaysâ
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Chapter 34: 143
Chapter Word Count: 5,593
TW
Suggestive material because Jeonghan is a simp, Stalking, uhhhh, yeah.
I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE BUT HI, I WAS SUPER BUSY BETWEEN A WEDDING I ATTENDED, A CONCERT, THE ELECTIONS, AND NOW I CAUGHT COVID!!! I WANNA CRY.
Anyways, enjoy fluff. -Tristen
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âMouse, letâs go out.â Jeonghan had been pestering you all morning.Â
He woke up early, earlier than you expected on his day off. Jeonghan got help making you breakfast, a simple pancake and egg combo (Mingyu definitely made the pancakesâŠ), shuffling back into the room so the two of you could eat in bed. He babbled about a stupid dream he had where you were there and you two of you were on some island laying in the oceanâs water.Â
The night prior he had bugged you as well. From the time you got back to the house to the time you went to bed, you continued to tell him maybe. When Jeonghan pulled you to bed, kicking Joshua out for the night, he did all he could to kiss up to you with compliments, all gooey affection, and cuddling you close despite not always sleeping well when beside you from his sound sensitivity.Â
You were sitting on the couch with Jeonghan nestled against your side, his head half on your chest but his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist. He was being cute, maybe a little clingy, but it was a cold day and he felt freezing earlier.Â
âCan we please go out?â He asked after nearly half an hour of staying quiet, scrolling on his phone.Â
You could hear Junhui snorting, holding in a laugh as he raised his phone higher to cover his face. He sunk down in his recliner to hide himself.Â
âIf I say yes, JeonghanâŠâÂ
âWhich I will annoy you until you say yesâŠâ
âPlease donât make me do anything outrageous.âÂ
âNo worries! Iâve already bought you an outfit and shoes and-â Jeonghan jumped up, already going off towards his room.Â
âWait a fucking second.â You called after him, and Junhuiâs laughter filled the air in your wake. âJeonghan!â
He was already in his closet, pulling out a garment bag and a box for shoes, placing them on the bed before he practically skipped back into the closet. âThose on the bed are for you!âÂ
Closing the door as you entered, you watched as Jeonghan dug through his closet, not taking too long to pull out a nice suit and some dress shoes, coming back to place them on the bed as well.Â
âJeonghanâŠâ
âWhat? What~?â He took your hands, grinning from ear to ear. âLetâs go out, I got almost everything for you, you always leave makeup and stuff here. There are tights in there so you stay warm-âÂ
âWhy do you always plan stuff like this? What if I said no?âÂ
âThen it would have been pushed to another day, simple as that.âÂ
âYou know you sound crazy, right?âÂ
âI do not~â He hummed, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before peppering the rest of your face with kisses. âNow either jump in the shower with me or get ready without one.âÂ
After an⊠eventful showerâŠYou managed to get ready relatively quickly, drying your hair and applying some makeup before unzipping the garment bag.
If Jeonghan was crazy, then you had to admit that he had a crazy eye for clothes. It was astonishing how he could find something that you loved and he loved to see you in.Â
His choice for the evening was an exceptionally made black, cable-knit dress. It was short, however he wasnât lying when he said there were tights in the bag, your favorite brand that donât rip easily and did keep you relatively warm in the fall and winter. The material was soft, hugging your waist comfortably while not being overly tight.Â
Jeonghanâs arms wrapped around you from behind, peering in the mirror in his closet to see the wide smile and his hair all fluffy from half air drying and hair blow drying. He rested his head on your shoulder, one hand resting on your stomach while the other sat comfortably on your hip. The suit he wore was black from head to toe, nothing flashy but matching to you nonetheless.Â
âSiyeon help?âÂ
âNot this time.â He hummed, letting his eyes run over your body from top to bottom. âIf Iâm being honest Iâve been sitting on this dress since I came back from my trip. Didnât have a good time to give it to you or have you in it.âÂ
âYou picked out a very pretty dress.â You could hear him hum once more, watching as he placed a kiss to the skin between your shoulder and neck.Â
âIt would look even prettier on the floor.âÂ
âAnd weâre done-â Taking his hands off, you hurried out of the closet, hearing him laugh as he chased after.Â
âCome on~âÂ
âEither take me out or Iâm going to be kicking your ass.âÂ
âFine, fine, grab your purse. We are heading into the city.â
âSo an upscale, fancy, candlelit dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, with an enclosed rooftop mind you, that books up months in advance, is easy to push to another day if needed?â Taking a sip from your glass of wine, you tilted your head, smiling across the table to him.Â
Admittedly, he looked amazing, but that was typical of your boyfriend. He was glancing down at the menu in hand, the other occupied by the glass he brought to his lips. You could see the smile around the rim of his class, but he simply looked out to the night view of the city, clouds in the sky but still beautiful with the lights from each building. The lighting within the building outside of the small candles before you were dimmed, setting the mood even more.Â
âWhat can I say, babe, I know a guy. I know a few guys actually, girls too.â The way he said it was so smooth, but you rolled your eyes. âAnd Iâd only do the best for you.âÂ
âI dunno, babe , Iâm starting to believe you might actually like me.âÂ
âLike you, hm?â He sipped more from his glass. âIâd like to believe I could be obsessed with you.âÂ
âObsessed?â Raising a brow, you smirked to yourself, glancing down to your menu. âI can see that.âÂ
âIâm glad you can, Iâm not too good at hiding my intentions.âÂ
âAnd I appreciate all the effort you put into things.â You spoke honestly, raising your eyes but not your head to glance at him.Â
Jeonghan had turned his head back to you, something soft behind his eyes, but he hummed, placing his glass down. âEverything is worth it if you are beside me, Mouse.âÂ
Reaching across the table, you took his hand into yours, shaking your head as a smile managed to spread wide across your features, feeling that knowing flutter in your stomach. âIs there a specific reason you are going all out tonight?âÂ
Shaking his head, Jeonghan ran his thumb over your knuckles, giving the slightest shake to his side. âNothing in particular. With everything that has happened I missed taking you out like this and spending time with you away from everyone. While I love having Joshua around, I want time to just be us, you and me.âÂ
He wasnât wrong, the last few weeks have been chaos between your apartment, your fight with Cheol, making up with Cheol, and settling back into life after everything. More often than not, both Joshua and Jeonghan were at your side, the three of you going for food or sitting in bed watching movies. Almost every night theyâd be curled up on either side of you, grounding you from the sleepless nights and soothing you when youâd wake up in a cold sweat. They had become your rocks, your people , but it was nice to spend time with them one on one.Â
âIâm sorry there hasnât been a real moment recently for the two of us to go out without anyone else.â You didnât know why you were apologizing, but something clawing at your brain held guilt for not making quality time with your boyfriend.Â
âMouse,â He squeezed your hand, sighing out of his nose, âThere is nothing for you to apologize for. Youâve done nothing wrong. LifeâŠhappens. Shit happens. Weâve made you a priority to help get you through everything. Now everything is at least a little back to normal and I can take you out on all the luxury dates, get you all the expensive gifts, and wake up next to you every morning if you let me.âÂ
Tipping your head back, you whined quietly, shaking your head. âHey, shut up. I have make up on and it isnât cry proof.â
Jeonghan laughed, the sound alone making you grin and raise your free hand to cover your face.Â
âIâm serious! At least make me cry later when we are back so I can have no makeup on.âÂ
âAlright alright~â He hummed, raising the hand he held and kissed your knuckles. âWhatever you want, my dear.â
Dinner was good. Jeonghan, having been to the restaurant previously, was able to order something for you that was new but something he figured you would end up liking. He wasnât wrong, the dish he got you, a steak with red wine sauce, was amazing, and there were a few moments where you swapped some food to try different things.Â
Conversation was ever flowing, never once having a dull moment even when you were both simply staring out the window. Jeonghan only let your hand go for a few moments; to eat, to pour you both more wine, and to leave the table. If he wasnât staring across the table to you, his eyes didnât wander too far away.Â
By the time the bill was paid and you made your way down to the bottom of the building, waiting for the valet, there was a frigid nip to the air. You were glad you took one of Jeonghanâs jackets from his closet and that he got you some night tights to keep your lower half warm. A shiver ran down your spine, letting your boyfriend wrap his arm around your shoulder, letting him pull you close to keep you both warm.Â
âAre you okay?â he questioned, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.Â
Humming quietly, you leaned on him, a timid smile on your lips. âYeah-âÂ
You stopped short, raising your head for something that caught your eye in the sky, seeing the beginning of a slow, fluttering cascade of snowflakes. Slipping your arms around Jeonghanâs waist, you stopped yourself from bouncing in place, excitement rushing through your veins.Â
âHannie! Look!â Pointing to the sky, Jeonghan followed with his eyes, chuckling at the calm sight. You continued, shimmying side to side happily. âThe first snow of the season.â
âThis is a great addition to the evening.â He snickered, lifting his free arm and held out his hand to catch a few flakes in his hand. âI didnât know you liked the snow.âÂ
âLike it? I love it. Before my parents died, we used to go sledding and build these huge snowmen in our front yard.â You sighed happily, refocusing as you saw Joenghanâs car being brought over.
He took a step, letting the Valet get out and get your door before Jeonghan helped you in and closed the door behind you. You could see him reach into his jacket and slip a bill into the valetâs hand, hurrying around the front of the car and sliding into the driverâs seat not long after.Â
âHannieâŠI know itâs cold out, butâŠâ You stated and you could hear the sigh before you noticed the side-eye glance he was sending you. He probably could already figure out what you were trying to get at. âCan we stop by a park?âÂ
Once more, he sighed but he nodded, laughter fluttering out through his nose. âWhile it is cold, we definitely can, Mouse.âÂ
Without any further hesitation, Jeonghan pulled away from the front of the building and onto the still busy streets of the city. He left the crowded inner city to the area around your apartment building. He parked beside the curb that led to a decently sized walking trail park with large patches of grass to sit on in the warm season. The snow continued to fall about the night sky, making your eyes brighten.
You had to stop yourself from bolting out of the car into the freezing air, wanting nothing more than to rush around through the snow flurries. Beside you, Jeonghan shivered as he glanced out the car window.Â
âOnly for a little bit.â Placing your hand over his, you gave it a firm squeeze. âWhen we get back, I can make us my hot chocolate, promise.âÂ
âYou better keep that promise.âÂ
Walking together through the park, he placed his arm over your shoulder while yours went around his waist, the two of you taking in the fluttering snowfall. Similar to yourselves, there were a few couples enjoying the first snow, albeit dressed much more bundled up than you both. The cold stung your cheeks and nose, dusting them a chilling shade of red, but you cherished the time you could outside.Â
You reached into your purse and pulled out your phone, giving Jeonghan a nudge to his side. Though he scoffed, he also managed to grin, taking the phone from your hand and opening the camera to take a few photos.Â
You both smiled wide, capturing beautiful photos with the snow falling around you. When he thought there was enough of the two of you pressed into each otherâs sides smiling, he began peppering your face with kisses, trying to take a video the best he could while making you laugh. In return, you did the same, making sure a video was done to save for future memories. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you rested your forehead against his, letting both your red, cold noses touch.Â
âEnjoying yourself, my dear?â Jeonghan pocketed your phone, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment and taking a deep breath in. He pulled you in closer by the waist, sucking up as much warmth as he could.Â
âI am, especially with you by my side.â You kept your voice low, not wanting to break the bubble encompassing you.Â
He placed a tender kiss to your lips, the hands placed on your waist giving a squeeze, heating the skin beneath the knit fabric you wore. Standing in the frosty air, Jeonghan pulled away enough to stare into your eyes, searching for something hesitantly. Rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks, you tilted your head curiously.Â
âSomething on your mind?â You whispered, yet he kissed you once more, chaste and light. You smiled against his lips.Â
âCan I tell you something?â He asked, stuttering over a few of the words. His face flushing beyond from the freezing temperatures.Â
Nodding, you continued to smile. âBaby, you know you can tell me anything.âÂ
Swallowing thickly, he took in a deep breath and held it in his chest, nerves clear on his face from the way his eyebrows knitted together. Jeonghan huffed out the air a moment later, shaking his head, his shoulders, then his arms to hands.Â
âI love you, Mouse.â His words were soft, nearly lost in the air around you. Your breath caught in your throat. âIâve been wanting to tell you for a little while now, however there wasnât really a good timeâŠâ
âItâs okay.â Your voice was just as soft, pressing your forehead together once again. âI love you too, Jeonghan.
He wrapped both arms around your waist, lifting you enough for your feet to leave the ground. You squealed while he laughed, both of you beaming from ear to ear. When you were placed back, Jeonghan let out an excited squeak of his own, taking your hands tightly into his.Â
âI love you.â He repeated, shivering from the cold but he looked over the moon, on cloud nine. âAnd Iâm going to tell you every moment, every chance I get.âÂ
Though you know he probably wasnât kidding, you didnât know he would be a cheesy dork about it.Â
Settling into your apartment, changed and curled up on the couch watching a rerun neither of you were actually paying attention to. You were laying back with Jeonghan resting against your front, his head laying on your chest and a blanket bundled around you. His hands were ghosting up and down your sides with the occasional ghosting of his lips against the base of your neck. Each time a kiss was placed, heâd murmur out his declaration before heâd settle back down, refocusing on the show.Â
âYou are a massive dork.â Leaning your head down, you managed to kiss the top of his head, starting to card your fingers through his locks.Â
He hummed, the rumble vibrating into your body from where he rested on you. You could even joke that he was purring. âI might be a dork, Mouse, but remember, Iâm your dork.âÂ
Puffing out a laugh, you felt his arms get around you, squeezing happily. âYeah. I know.âÂ
âCan we go to bed now?â He yawned, breathing beginning to slow as he got comfortable.Â
âGet up and we can, dork.â
You had a feeling something was off. With the recent events of those fucked up letters and the break in, the gnawing feeling you had wasnât unwarranted, but part of you said you were being irrational. You wanted to have Seokmin look at the security cameras in your building but you didnât want to cause any unnecessary worry. You had gone through your apartment the previous three nights, making sure every window was sealed and each panic button Wonwoo installed was on and in their proper place.Â
Jeonghan and Joshua were sent out on Cheolâs orders for business with Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Chan, leaving you to either stay at your apartment for the weekend or head up to the house if you wished. Tuesday evening, Ms. Nina had stopped by to give you the code to her apartment and another phone number, one you come to learn as Psyâs personal number, that if you were to need anything to call her or him, telling Psy that Rheia gave you the number. She left you with a hug, an auntie kiss to the cheek, and a container of cookies before she went off.Â
âJust come up to the house after work today.â Minghao hummed through the phone. He sounded tired but a text from you to him led the latter to calling you at work. âIf you feel uncomfortable, we wouldnât turn you away if you showed.âÂ
âThat isnât what Iâm worried about.â Sighing, you closed the application you had open on your computer screen, not even wanting to bother much today. âIâm more thinking that I might be getting a little too dependent on having you guys around.âÂ
His laughter tiredly fluttered through the phone. âMouse, welcome to how we are all the time. We are all dependent on having each other around, itâs what happens when you spend a significant amount of time around people who have your back and see you at your best and your worst. You should see how Cheol gets when someone takes too long to reply to a text or a call. He reacted the same way when you called him with the letters or when you called Wonwoo the night your apartment got broken into.âÂ
Sitting back in your chair, you huffed, not finding any excuse to get out of it. âIâll come⊠If I send you a list of ingredients, can you make sure everything is at the house?âÂ
â ...Can I nap first?âÂ
âYes, as long as everything is there before I need to cook tonight, please.âÂ
âWill do, Mouse, promise.âÂ
Hanging up, you send him a short list of ingredients for homemade mac and cheese, wanting comfort food after how youâve been feeling. You rubbed at your temples, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that had been building up due to the headache youâve been nursing all morning and afternoon.Â
The reason for the headache? Your own internal panic attack.Â
On your way to work in the morning, you thought you were being followed once you left your apartment garage. You shook off the feeling, seeing as you had woken up late and were in a rush to make it through the city rush hour in time for work. Seokmin had asked if you were alright when you arrived, seeing you frazzled but you told him you were feeling off and planned to take it easy. He brought you lunch without asking and left you alone since he could probably tell something was on your mind that you didnât want to talk about at that moment.Â
A knock at your office door had you head snapping up, eyes opening to meet Seokminâs concerned gaze.Â
âPlease go home. Every time I walk past your door you are either zoning out or barely doing anything.âÂ
âMin, Iâm okay.â You tried to sooth his concern but he shook his head.Â
âGo home.â There was more force behind his tone, sending a half-hearted glare your way. âDonât make me call-âÂ
âNo, donât. Iâll go.â Giving a defeated sigh, you sunk down in your chair, brushing a hand over your face, moving some hair away. âIâll head home .âÂ
âA few are-âÂ
âI talked to Hao right before you came in.âÂ
Standing up, you grabbed your bag off the ground behind you, beginning to pack away things under Seokminâs watchful eye. He looked over his shoulder before closing your office door.Â
âWhatâs going on with you today?â His voice was laced with worry. âYouâve been off since you stepped off the elevator this morning.âÂ
âIâm only having some anxiety and some paranoia, Min.â Taking a deep breath, you continued on. âNothing to be worried about. I was telling Hao that Iâm getting dependent on having you guys around.âÂ
âYou know, during the week I stay at the penthouse. If you need a place to stay while Han and Shua are gone for a few days, you are always welcome.âÂ
âI know, but everything you guys- everyone has done for my place would go to waste.â
Seokmin shifted from foot to foot, tilting his head side to side. âWe couldâŠmove you into the building the penthouse is in. I donât think Cheol would have a problem with it.âÂ
âI canât afford-âÂ
âWho said youâd need to pay?âÂ
âSeokmin.âÂ
âHoney.âÂ
âIâm not going to freeload.âÂ
âYou wouldnât be freeloading. Everyone that lives there are our people. They work for us.âÂ
âI donât work for you.â Tossing the last item into your bag, you turned your computer off.Â
âBut you are one of us.âÂ
YouâŠcouldnât argue that in all honesty.Â
âIâll see you later.âÂ
Seokmin snorted, barely able to hold in the chuckle that bubbled within his chest. âGet some rest.â
â...Can you pick up the ice cream I like on the way back?â
This time he laughed, shuffling over to pull you into a tight hug, rocking side to side. âThere should already be some in the freezer but Iâll get some more on the way back just in case someone ate it all.âÂ
Murmuring out a thank you, Seokmin let you go, patting you on the shoulders. He kindly walked you all the way to the elevator, telling you to text him once you arrived so he knows you made it safe. You fake gagged but nodded, murmuring once more that you would before making your way down to the parking garage. Tired steps led you to your parking spot, eyes lifting to meet the vehicle and you stopped just a few steps from your driverâs side door when you noticed something.Â
Placed under one of your windshield wipers was an envelope. Unlike the ones youâve received previously, this one was larger, thicker, the size similar to a sheet of paper.Â
Your heart sank, quickly whipping your head around but there wasnât another soul in sight.Â
Don't panic. You told yourself, reaching out with a shaky hand to grab the aforementioned envelope.Â
Bile burned the back of your throat with an uncomfortable wave of dizziness washing through you. Unlocking your car, you cautiously slid into your seat, placing your bag beside you in the passenger seat but kept the envelope in hand. Staring down at it, you debated whether to open it or not, both terrified and curious of the contents sealed within.Â
Locking your car doors, you reached over to sift through your bag for your phone, opening it quickly to call the person nearest to you.Â
â Did you forget something upsta-âÂ
âThere is a third envelope.â you managed to keep your voice level, eyes locked on the item in your lap. âIt was left on my windshield.âÂ
â Call Wonu and head to the house, Iâll be out of here as fast as I can.â The line went dead, leaving you in a deafening moment of silence.Â
Revving the engine to life, you placed the envelope aside and began the drive, connecting your phone to the carâs bluetooth. You pulled out of the garage and onto the streets, stopping at a redlight, ready to dial Wonwooâs number when a chill shot down your spine and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. It was the same feeling as earlier in the day when you believed you were being followed from your apartment.Â
Glancing in the rearview mirror, you recognized the same black SUV you had sworn was tailing you in the morning. The windows were tinted, including the front windshield. You could barely see whoever was behind the wheel, unable to make out any remarkable or identifiable features.
You carefully moved into the turn lane, remembering the one thing any movie taught you when you believed you were being followed; make four same direction turns and see if the car is still behind you.Â
The first turn was easily made with the SUV following, though keeping a reasonable distance from you. The second turn was similar along with the third, both going in the same turn direction as the first. Your head was pounding from the headache still, nauseating waves of pain made you really want to pull over and throw up. The final turn seemed to do the trick as you waited for the light to turn green. Said SUV pulled into the lane beside you before proceeding straight, going right passed you.Â
As it went by, you peered anxiously out your window, eyes widening when their passenger window was rolled down. They went by too fast to properly see the man in the car, but he looked familiar, a face youâve definitely seen previously yet couldnât remember at the moment. Your eyes made contact for a split second before he was gone in the wind.Â
Your heart was ready to beat out of your chest, but you didnât hesitate to properly get on your drive to the house. Using your carâs voice control, you called Wonwoo, praying heâd answer.Â
âHey, whatâs going on? Arenât you at work?â The deep rumble of his voice had you letting out a shaky sigh.Â
âHey-â You cleared your throat, sighing once more at how strained your voice sounded. âIâm heading to the house but something happened.â
âDid you get into an accident?â Concerned, Wonwooâs chair squeak was heard, signaling he probably moved in his chair.Â
âNo,â Shaking your head, you refocused on the road, trying to get yourself safely around slower cars. âAnother envelope was left on my car-âÂ
âOn?âÂ
â On my car, in the parking garage of my job .â Shooting the solid envelope a glare, you groaned. âAnd I was followed once I left but they figured out my plan and-âÂ
âMouse, what plan?âÂ
âI- Okay, you know how in movies you make four right turns or something to see if someone is following you?â You rushed the words out, moving some hair from your face haphazardly. âI did that and when I went to make the last turn, they drove past me. When they went by, I swear I recognized the guy but I was too caught up in the situation. Hopefully I can remember later-âÂ
âGet back here quickly, safely . Iâll wake up Cheol.â
âThank you.âÂ
Your racing heart barely slowed during the near hour long drive to the house. Every other second, you were glancing out of the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following you as you got off the highway and onto the backroads. The moment you were in range, you hit the gate button Jeonghan had given you weeks ago, watching it open with a relieved sigh leaving your nose.Â
Pulling in front of the house, Wonwoo, Seungcheol, and Sona were standing on the porch, waiting for your arrival. Once you were in park, Cheol was jumping down the three steps and rounding the car to get to you. He pulled open the door and helped you out, eyes full of worry with a rage building up behind them.Â
âWonwoo told me what happened.â Was all he said before pulling you into a tight hug, bringing your head to his chest and letting you sink into his hold.Â
The former man was walking around your car, waving a device bigger than a phone about, checking the screen every so often. When he made it back to the passenger side, he and Sona grabbed your things from the car.
âDid you open it?â Wonwoo asked.Â
âNo, I waited until I got here. Min said he was going to-âÂ
The crunch of tires on the unpaved ground behind you had everyoneâs eyes finding Seokminâs car stopping just short of your car. He sprung out of his vehicle, anger written all over his face.Â
âSecurity claimed that they were doing maintenance for thirty minutes between eleven and eleven-thirty so the cameras were shut off to fix them . Smells like complete bullshit.âÂ
âEveryone, letâs get inside.â Sona chimed in, already walking up the steps. âLetâs see what this,â She held up the envelope, âHolds.âÂ
âCome on, sheâs right.â With a defeated drop to your shoulders, you fully parted from Seungcheol, however his arm stayed firm around your waist. âIâm going to get out of these clothes before I sit down to open it.âÂ
Being allowed (not that they stopped you but Cheol was ready to follow-) a chance to change in peace, you returned to find the three of them sitting at the table with Minghao joining, the latter looking rather angry. The envelope was placed in front of them, taunting with ideas of what could be inside. Sona had taken Jeonghanâs usual seat at the table, leaving your chair open with Seokmin on your other side. Sitting yourself down, you stared unsure at the offending package but grabbed it. Without hesitation, you tore the flap open, the tearing slicing through the uncomfortable silence. Peeking inside, the air in your lungs froze and you almost choked on the spit you tried to swallow.Â
âWhat is it?â The fog in your head didnât let you figure out who was talking.Â
Lifting the envelope, you turned it upside down, scattering the contents across the area in front of you on the table. In a heap, pictures fell out, some facing up while others were face down. From the ones you could see, it was focused mainly on you at the store buying food for the week or you walking into work. There were a few photos of you walking into restaurants, probably to meet your significant others for date nights⊠The dark interior of Ruby was seen, with you dancing alongside Siyeon, even Wooyoung, and Soonyoung.Â
Reaching out, you moved the pile around, sucking a sharp breath when your eyes caught on a certain day. Joshuaâs face caught your eye, shots from the day he took you to the arcade where he was holding your hands on the skate rink. There was a shot from outside the pizza place where you and him were sitting in a booth together, talking and eating. Further into the pile were your lunch dates with Seungcheol, even including you and Cheol walking to the ice cream place after your first official date together.Â
However, the most recent photos of your date out with Jeonghan had fury boiling in your veins. You didnât want whatever this shit was to ruin such an important and intimate moment that you and your boyfriend shared in the snowfall. If it wasnât present to you in such a way, you might, might , have liked how the picture looked.Â
âThisâŠâ You were at a loss for words. Anxiously, you started to sort the pictures, piling them by what day they were taken. âThis is fucking sick- What kind of stalker asshole pulls shit like this? Taking pictures of me, my friends, my boyfriends-âÂ
Your hands were trembling but you continued to ramble on an uncoordinated tangent.Â
âMouse,â Sona reached over and gently placed a hand over your arm, maybe hoping to provide some calm in the raging storm within you. âMouse, stop.âÂ
Brushing her off, you stood up, taking one of the recent pictures of you and Jeonghan into your hands, crumpling the edges with how tight you held it. You couldnât even cry, only rage coursing through your body.Â
âIf we ever figure out who this asshole isâŠIâll kill them myself.â
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cw post / tags. sorry
i don't even know if i have the words
to express this
she's gone
and its all my fault
#~ . đ„#half my brain wants to scream to cry to do something#the other half wants to lie here forever and wait til i go numb#im in such a state of shock rn i .m gonna throw up#for context#2 hours ago as of writing this i received news that a loved one committed suicide#i was one of the only people that knew she was severely depressed / suicidal i shouldve seen the signs#i shouldve helped her more or called her or told someone#i was a coward. i couldn't.#and because i willingly did nothing to stop someone from dying#i am compliant. therefore . its my fault shes dead#.#this isnt some story where you can rewrite the ending#this is real life#and now i watched someone i love die and will have to live with the guilt of knowing i couldve done something but chose not to#the worst type of person.#i didnt deserve to be friends with someone like her.#no one did. she was smart and witty and oh so stubborn (affectionate)#we both loved the same bands. i don't know if i can ever listen to those bands the same way again#god i cant think#im actually gonna throw up#this is the 2nd time in my life something like this has happened. 3rd if you count all COD not just suicide#knowing something is wrong with a loved one but being too much of a wuss to tell anyone or help them or do anything useful#god im fucking worthless#my friends and family will vent to me and share their problems with me and ill say i care and tell myself i care#but givenmy behavior i don't think i can ever say i can#idoly standing by while people i love suffer#fuckin pathetic#this was a deliberate choice i made. this is all my fault#this is all my fault
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I call this week the mental health unawareness week.
Please.
Let me be oblivious.
And tell me how to achieve that.
#mental health#I just wish not to know#I want to fucking ***#tw suicide#suicidal#you can call it a cry for help but no-one can tell me anything that will help me so no you don't need to reach out or anything#and please don't feel bad about me#it doesn't matter#because it will not change anything#you cannot help me anyway#I am under professional psychological help#I don't even know why it's happening right now#everything had been better and I've been seeing steady progress#I've been exercising daily#eating better#and eating at all#I've been partaking in my interests#not overworking myself so much#I've been putting in the work#I've been allowing myself to rest#I've been more compassionate towards myself#I'd been keeping my apartment clean and moderately in order#my chronic illnesses symptoms had been better#I'm just feeling so#so fucking desparate#I don't even know what unhealthy coping mechanisms I could partake in now to feel a bit better for a bit#I'd got mostly rid of the worst ones#I don't want to know to go back to them#and I physically can't use the worst one I had
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i would rather be homeless than try to deal with finding a place with my dad
#not really but oh my god#i work full time and he does not#but heâs still expecting ME to go around and find places and call people all by myself#while he doesnât do anything during the day and works 4 hours in the evening#like can you HELP#i texted him earlier this morning and got nothing back#i honestly want to just cry and skip time to where this is all fucking done#like im now starting ALL over finding two bedrooms instead of one bedroom#with no help#im gonna call my mom and tell on him because thatâs the only thing that works#MEN#when is it my turn to be happy and stress free
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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and sheâs all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over againđđ
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/
thank you for your request! ⥠fem, 1k
"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter."Â
"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor.Â
Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare.Â
"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you."Â
You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind âthe second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal.Â
You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur.Â
"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase.Â
"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak.Â
"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to."Â
You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Â
"You're Peter?" you ask.Â
Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you offâ"Â
Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask.Â
"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."
"What do I usually look like?"Â
"Not so, you know. Daunted."Â
"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye.Â
"Oh, you think so?"Â
You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap.Â
"Let's get you to the car, baby."Â
"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up.Â
"Home."Â
"Together?"Â
"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy."Â
"Thank you," you say shyly.Â
You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again?Â
He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?"Â
"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly.Â
"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty."Â
"You're my boyfriend?"Â
"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting marriedâ"Â
"You want to get married? To me?"Â
Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowersâ"Â
"We did?"Â
He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it."Â
"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.
"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me."Â
"I love you," you say quietly.Â
Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession.Â
"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," âhe points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder bladesâ "let's go home now. Yeah?"Â
You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober.Â
Which reminds him.Â
"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat.Â
"What is it?" you ask.Â
Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.
"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"Â
#tasm peter parker#tasm peter x reader#tasm peter parker imagine#tasm peter parker x you#tasm peter parker x reader#tasm x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm!spiderman x reader#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter imagine#tasm!peter parker#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm! peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#peter parker oneshot#peter parker blurb#peter parker imagine#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#spiderman x you#spiderman fanfiction
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Picking up on the question from pixeljade earlier in the reblog chain about where exactly in the bible it says not to swear.
I can't give you the exact citation, but I remember this coming up in the videos of a pastor I follow on tiktok (knothead9620). Now I usually stay as far the fuck away as I can from organized religion, because in my personal experience, religion + even a modicum of political power NEVER ends well, but this dude is actually a very reasonable, kind, supportive clergy member who is very good at reconciling what the book from thousands of years ago actually says with the modern situation of our 21st century society. I encourage all of you to check out his stuff, if you need an example of how that's done or just if you're queer and you'd like to have a religious authority figure call you a beautiful and beloved child of god instead of an abomination, for a change.
Anyway, when the topic of bad language came up, he pointed out the passage that is used by religious folks as the most relevant clause for justification and while I don't remember the exact verbiage (which also changes depending on which translation of the bible you read!), it was basically along the lines of "don't use language that befouls things or people--use only language that uplifts each other".
Now, as knothead9620 rightfully pointed out in that video, you can befoul something with perfectly "safe", non-vulgar language. If you call queer people shameful abominations who deserve to go to hell for their vulgar, immoral and sinful behavior, then you have not used any coarse language, but you have befouled an entire group of people. Meanwhile, if you say "buddy, I don't care if you're queer, you're still my goddamn friend and a fucking amazing human being", then you may have used naughty, naughty no-no words, but you used them to uplift someone, you used them for positivity, to express your love for your neighbor and support them, and as such, you were more in line with the actual spirit of the book, than the person in the preceding example.
Hope that helps.
remember how profanity was made out to be the worst thing in the world when you were a kid and then when you grew up everyone was like "just kidding, nobody actually cares, we were just doing that so we could yell at you"
#random shenanigans#swear words#swear words and religion#knothead9620#I will also add to this that people who don't swear#but then turn around and insult you in 'acceptable' language#are literally THE WORST#because unless you have really good moderators in the space they are in#they WILL get away with saying some of the most vile things#and it will make you lose your faith in humanity so fast#I remember one time when I worked in telephone banking#had a customer that I couldn't help except forward him to another line#our script REQUIRED me to ask 'is there anything else I can do for you' at the end of the call#and when I did he just laughed at me#and spent a good solid minute telling me that I was the most stupid and useless customer service agent he had ever witnessed#and that I should be fired and barred from ever working this job again#he used ZERO foul language#but that was the worst minute of my entire time in that job#and after that call I took 5 minutes to go to the bathroom and cry#if you only follow the letter of rules for civil engagement but not the spirit#then you are in fact engaging in bad faith#and I encourage anyone not to waste their time on you
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Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word Count: 6.8k
What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?
Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.
Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. đ and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a titleđ.
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Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy.Â
You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasnât all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight.Â
Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception.Â
You were so close to the edge, Edâs moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out.Â
âRub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.â He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself.Â
âFuck!â You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesnât matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. âPlease,â you beg out into your empty room. You arenât too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe youâre asking to cum?Â
Itâs like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, âThatâs a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?â He nods his head lazily. âI knew you would baby. Okay. Five.â
You want to cry.
âFour.âÂ
The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.
âThree.â
You feel like youâre going to explode. Heâs counting too slowly.
âTwo.â
The tears are flowing now.
âOne.â
You let out a strangled scream.
âCum baby. Do it, now.â
Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, thereâs a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well.Â
With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum.Â
When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, âThata girl. Always make me cum so much.â He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. âGet you some rest baby, Iâll see you on Thursday.âÂ
And then the live is over.Â
Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed.Â
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Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. Itâs a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class.Â
You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.
The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you.Â
Youâre only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang.Â
He apologizes before making his introduction. He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.
Itâs only once youâve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You canât quite put a finger on it and it bugs you.Â
His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. Heâs got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence.Â
It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. Youâve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention.Â
Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. Thatâs when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O.Â
âOh my fucking god. No. It canât be.â You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you donât even have to look for his user, heâs the first post on the screen.Â
Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand.Â
Itâs a wonder you werenât caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone.Â
Your stomach drops. You canât keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldnât be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes.Â
When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.
That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.
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Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself.Â
âYou know him, itâs wrong to keep watching his videos.â
âWhat he doesnât know wonât hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you arenât going to tell him, are you?â
âNoâŠâÂ
âThen itâs okay, itâll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, heâd miss you in the chat.â
You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldnât be. But hey, it feels good to be bad.Â
Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.
Heâs only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans.Â
You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat.Â
Princess23: hi Ed
His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"
There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.
Princess23: stressful⊠you've been distracting me.
The reply to his question is truer than he realizes.Â
"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.
Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth.Â
It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"
Princess23: yes please
"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.Â
You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one.Â
Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.
He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.
"This oneâs for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off.Â
As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs.Â
Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.
"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length.Â
"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?"Â
"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound.Â
You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth.Â
"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect."Â
You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit.Â
The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.
The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.
There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level.Â
It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast.Â
So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.
You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy.Â
"Oh fuck," you cry. Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions.Â
He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized.Â
He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.
The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core.Â
Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.
Heâs not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end.Â
âGod dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?â
âYes.â You turn up the vibrator. âFuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.âÂ
The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated.Â
Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight.Â
With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You donât even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure.Â
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Itâs October now. The semester is halfway over and youâve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week.Â
Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie wonât be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you.Â
You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddieâs. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, whatâs going to happen when he actually interacts with you?
There isnât much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you.Â
âHi.â He says, eyes bright and expectant. âIâm Eddie.â He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. âHello? Cat got your tongue?â
You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. âSorry. I was a bit out of it.â You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space.Â
âNo problem.â He smiles. âUh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?âÂ
âOh, yeah. Here,â You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. âYou can text yourself.âÂ
He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it.Â
âGreat. Iâll text you when Iâm free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that Iâm usually free.â
You nearly choke when you realize heâs given you his streaming schedule. âI- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.â
"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students.Â
You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?
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You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job.Â
Itâs been two weeks of working together on this project and itâs been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay.Â
Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddieâs computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition.Â
You sigh, âEddie, as much as I love that sound, I really donât think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isnât as emotionally charged as Iâd like it to be.â
âWell show me something similar to what youâre wanting.â He rakes his hand through his hair. Itâs been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together.Â
You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster.Â
Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised.Â
âWhat was that?â He asks.
âWhat was what?â You answer.Â
âWhy did you slam your phone down?â
âOh, I just forgot the title of the song.â
âRightâŠâ He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. âWhy donât we call it quits for tonight? Itâs getting late and we arenât going to agree on anything if weâre both tired.â
A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. âThat sounds good to me.â You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You donât want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didnât notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen.Â
âBye Eddie.â You wave to him on your way out the door.
Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."
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After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean.Â
It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not.Â
You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand.Â
You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."
He turns to you. "Hum?"
You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."
"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered.Â
"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."
He doesn't look all too surprised.Â
"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."
Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans.Â
You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.
Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.
Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasnât to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.
When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly.Â
He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin.Â
"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out."Â
The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved.Â
"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddieâs smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself."Â
You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped.Â
He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.
Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long.Â
You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to.Â
'He knows." You argue with yourself.
'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'
The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it.Â
So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen.Â
Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.
He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head.Â
You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more.Â
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut.Â
You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him.Â
Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls.Â
Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.
He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more.Â
It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does.Â
"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. âGod, Iâm gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.âÂ
Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises.Â
In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesnât even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark.Â
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Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, youâve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see.Â
Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isnât loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf.Â
You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear.Â
âHi, Sweetheart.âÂ
âEddie-â You heave, relieved it wasnât someone coming to kill you in cold blood.
âDid you enjoy my show last night?â He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face.Â
You shake your head. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret.Â
âYou donât know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?âÂ
Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer.Â
Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. âSo⊠Which one of my subs are you? Hum?â
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.Â
Eddie tuts. âDonât get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.â His tone is dominating. Itâs one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking.Â
âI-I,â You can't help but stutter. âItâs Princess23.â You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.
He sucks in a breath. âOh, Princess. That was you?â
He forces you to look at him and you nod your head.Â
You hate that heâs making you look him in the eye, but you can see whatâs swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful.Â
As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down.Â
âI can give you a private show if you want, baby.â He leans back in. âRight here,â He nipps at your ear lobe. âRight now.âÂ
âEddie, we canât⊠Weâre at my work.âÂ
He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. âItâs fine Sweetheart, no oneâs here but us, right?â
âYes, but-â
He cuts you off with a finger over your lips.Â
âThen let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what youâve seen online.â He doesnât give you time to think before his lips are on yours.Â
They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does.Â
To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. Itâs intoxicating, and addicting. Youâve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him. Â
His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.
With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesnât stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. Itâs a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank.Â
When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine.Â
"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."
You pout. "But EddieâŠ"
"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."
You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work.Â
It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it.Â
"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddieâs shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."
He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."
You moan loudly at his praise.Â
"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."
His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.
"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster.Â
"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.
"Kiss me again," you beg.Â
He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you.Â
The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt, uncomfortably, between your legs.
"So good for me." He praises.
You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.
"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.
"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin.Â
You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."
Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs.Â
You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddieâs fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds.Â
You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.
"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.
The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.
"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.
"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"
It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are.Â
Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.
You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you.Â
"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him.Â
Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster.Â
He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.
The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You canât keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight.Â
He stops his movements to try and situate you. âCome on, baby, gotta stand up.âÂ
You shake your head. âI canât, sâtoo much.â Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. âThere's a couch.â You point to the back of the store. âItâs in the break room.âÂ
Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions.Â
The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room.Â
In contrast to the cool leather, Eddieâs hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. Youâre almost folded in half.Â
âJesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.â He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. âFuck, look at that pretty cunt. Sheâs gaping for me.â Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part.Â
You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again.Â
Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans.Â
âPull your shirt up.â He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. âThat too.â He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow.Â
Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. âFucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.âÂ
You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either.Â
âEddie⊠Ah- Eddie-â You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight.Â
He growls. âI know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.âÂ
Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. Youâre on the precipice.Â
Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit.Â
âOooh- Oh fuck!â You scream. âShit shit shit shitshitshitshitâŠ. Ah!âÂ
âLouder.â He moans. âWant the whole town to hear you sweet girl.âÂ
âEddie! Oh, Iâm there. Iâm fucking there.â You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddieâs tempo shift. Heâs losing speed.Â
âGoddammit. I cumming too.â Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out.Â
Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesnât follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy. Â
You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. Heâs lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time.Â
You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. âEddie, please.â Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesnât move. âEd-â He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy.Â
Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you canât take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.
âChrist. You taste so good.â He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. âDid so good for me. Iâm so proud of you.âÂ
âYeah?â You whisper.Â
âMhum. So proud.â He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin.Â
Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. Heâs exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You donât have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened.Â
It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you.Â
âEds, baby, I need to lock up.âÂ
He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again.Â
âEddie.â You say it a bit more sternly. âGet up and Iâll let you take me back to yours.âÂ
That gets his attention and heâs up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on.Â
He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground.Â
Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things youâll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first.Â
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Tags: Toji x Reader, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink
Synopsis: Toji loves fucking milfs. Send tweet.
An: I love how we all collectively as a fandom decided Toji is the nastiest mf out there. I just really feel like he is down w everything.
Toji thinks itâs adorable when youâre apologizing profusely for canceling plans on him again. Kidâs gotta come first, right? He knows that being a single mom is hard, and that you wouldnât be cancelling plans so often if you didnât have a kid.
He doesnât mind sitting with your kid while you take a while to get ready. He sits next to your son on the couch and plays xbox with him, telling you to take your time. He knows you donât get to get out too often. Hell, your kid probably doesnât know what a babysitter is because you never know how to take a break.
Toji finds you stunning as soon as you walk out of the bedroom in that sexy black dress. He doesnât even mind that your snot nose brat just killed him in whatever game they were playing. âHaha! I beat you!â Your son gloats. While you talk to the babysitter about what your kid can and canât have, he leans over towards your sonâs ear. âYeah, well, Iâm gonna go fuck your mom, so whoâs really winning?â
He has to practically drag you out of the house, placing his hand on the small of your back as a firm guide towards his car. He knows how badly you need âadult timeâ. Youâve complained plenty about only hanging out with your kid and having no social life.
His excitement grows as he watches you get tipsy off one glass of wine. You really donât get out much, do you? He carefully walks you back to his car after dinner, and youâre just gushing over your little brat back at home. Heâs had to stop you from calling the babysitter like 5 times to check up on him.
âToo busy takinâ care of everyone else, ma. Let me take care of you.â He mutters in your ear as he parks his car in the middle of nowhere.
Toji fucking loves the curves that come from childbearing, and donât even get him started on the stretch marks. Heâs a fiend when it comes to your full breasts that arenât as perky as they were before your son.
He adores how moms arenât afraid to get it on anywhere. They know the value of time, and they never know when another opportunity will arise. They take it when they can get it, and right now, youâre taking it in the back of Tojiâs car.
âMmmn~ shit. You swear youâre not a virgin?â He moans as your gummy walls squeeze tightly around his length. Youâd giggle at his comment if you werenât so full of his cock. You can only manage to let out a pathetic quiet whine.
âNuh uh, louder baby.â He instructs as he works on stretching your cunt out. âTonightâs all about you. Let me hear you.â A more confident moan falls from your lips from his words, and he grins behind you, loving the way you sound while you struggle to take him all in.
Toji has you face down ass up in his back seat. Your ass ripples with each time he plunges his thick cock in and out of you. The car fills with the nastiest noises straight from your sopping wet cunt. He swears to god moms always get the wettest. Their bodies are experienced, knowing more lubricant helps ease his cock in and out.
âFuuuck, ma. You feel so fuckinâ good.â He groans behind you as his hips continue to slap against your asscheeks. âMakinâ me want to breed this pussy for myself.â
âNgh~ T-Toji!â You cry out as your face is pressed to the leather of the seat. Your mouth is slightly agape, drooling everywhere from being so cock drunk.
âHm? What you think about that, ma? I could give you another little brat to raise.â The car creaks and rocks back and forth with each harsh thrust. His eyes are fixed on your juices that are pooling around the base of his cock.
âI- ⊠oh god, fuck~â You donât even have it in you deny him. His cock feels so fucking good; you donât want to say anything to make him stop. You need this.
Slap!
His hand connects with the fat of your ass as he swats at you. âNot an answer, ma.â He grunts as he leans his weight onto you, using it to his advantage against your poor sticky cunt. His large hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down to the seat.
âB-breed me!â Your voice cries out in a tone youâve never heard before.
âThaaatâs it.â He drawls with a smirk as his hips start to pound harder. âGood girl. Usinâ your words like that fâme. Daddyâll give you what you want.â
Toji leans his head back, basking in the way your pussy is practically crying for him. Oh, the things flooding in his mind right now are downright fucking filthy. Thinking about how pretty youâd look pregnant with his kid. Thinking about giving your son a little sibling.
âOhh~ my g-god⊠pleaasee.. Iâm gonna come..â Your poor voice sounds so fucked out, your hips start to move, bouncing back against him while chasing your orgasm.
âFuck yeah, ma⊠Thatâs it. Fuck me back.â He praises as his hand starts to massage your pillowy ass. His lewdly balls are clapping against your clit, stimulating you as well as making the most erotic noises. âCum on daddyâs fat cock. Câmon. I know you can do it.â
Within seconds, your pussy is clenching around him, milking him for all heâs worth while your orgasm washes over you. âShiiiit~ ma.â He hisses as he has to force himself to keep thrusting. His cock is throbbing from how sensitive he is right now, on the brink of his orgasm.
âFuck. Toji, Toji, Toji..â You feel tears spring into your eyes as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. Overstimulated tears stroll down your cheeks as your body is so sensitive.
âKeep sayinâ my name, ma. Keep sayinâ daddyâs name.â He groans as he leans more into you, almost mounting you at this point. âNgh~ gonna put a baby in you, okay ma?â
âPleaseââ You hiccup as your body is continually getting wrecked.
A growl rips through his throat as he yanks your hips back into him, shoving himself as deep as your body will allow, and his cock pulses as he spills deep inside you.
Toji loves takinâ pretty mamas like you home after heâs finished ruining them. The way they half waddle and stumble back onto the house with his cum still nestled in their cute cunts. He imagines they try to sober up enough to kiss their kids goodnight before they get the best sleep of their life.
It ainât much, but itâs honest work for Toji. đ«Ą
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Can you do another Piastri family fic where the reader is in pain or smth and Oscar canât be there to help her so his family does xx
PAIN, MORE PAIN
pairing: oscar piastri x reader warnings: mentions of appendicitis & reader being in terrible pain.
the apartment you share with oscar in melbourne feels impossible big and lonely. the bed feels cold and strangely empty despite the humongous amount of throw pillows you have laying around.
the loneliness is something youâve grown used to, but the loneliness mixed with this terrible pain in your stomach is too much to bear.
it hit you suddenly, no warning signs in sight, and now you lie curled up in the middle of the soft sheets, clutching your stomach as waves of unfamiliar, sharp pain hit, relentless and terrifying.
your hand trembles as you reach for your phone. oscar is thousands of miles away, getting much needed rest before the race. you know itâs late where he isâtoo late to be calling. you hesitate, your finger hovering over his name in your contacts. you shouldnât bother him. shouldnât steal away his focusâwhat could he do either way?
but as you curl even further into yourself, helplessness consuming you, it becomes too much, and you feel so weak. weak, helpless, and scared.
scared enough to press the call button. shame, guilt, pain, and more pain fills you as you watch your phone ring in silence.
oscarâyour absolute angel of a boyfriendâpicks up after a few rings, his voice groggy from sleep but instantly alert when he hears the panic in yours. âhey, love. whatâs wrong?â
âi didnât want to wake you,â you start, the guilt gnawing at you. âbut somethingâs really wrong. my stomach . . .â you let out a involuntary whimper. âit hurts so bad, osc. i donât know what to do.â
thereâs a brief pause, and you can practically hear him sitting up in bed, a deep frown taking over his features. âhow bad is it? have you taken anything? should i call a doctor?â
âi donât know,â you whisper, pressing a hand to your side, trying to breathe through the pain. âitâs getting worse. i can barely move.â
âdamn it,â oscar mutters angrily under his breath. âi wish i was there with you. but listen, iâm calling my mum. sheâll come and take you to the hospital. you need to get checked out, okay? donât argue with me.â
you start to protest, your instinct telling you to handle things on your own. âoscar, i donât want to bother herââ
âyouâre not bothering anyone,â he cuts you off firmly. thereâs no room for argument in his voice. âyouâre in pain. weâre not messing around with this. iâm calling her now, and iâll stay on the phone until she gets there. promise me youâll let her help.â
youâre too exhausted to argue anymore, the pain blurring the edges of everything and you desperately want to cry. âokay,â you mumble, feeling a small wave of relief knowing help is on the way despite everything.
oscar keeps talking to youâfor once, heâs the one doing the most talkingâtrying to keep you calm as he calls his mum. within minutes, sheâs on her way, and oscar is back on the line, his voice soft but urgent. âsheâll be there soon, love. just hang in there.â
his words are comforting, but the pain is becoming unbearable, and by the time you hear the soft knock on the door, tears are slipping uncontrollably down your face. you barely manage to shuffle to the door, clutching your side, and open it to find nicole standing there, her face etched with worry. she takes one look at you and immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders.
âoh, sweetheart,â she murmurs, guiding you toward the couch. âyou donât look good at all. letâs get you to the hospital.â
even more tears spill over at that. itâs not just the pain, itâs the overwhelming sense of being cared for. nicole doesnât hesitate, doesnât ask if itâs too much trouble. sheâs just there, steady and reliable.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, hesitating to meet her eyes. âi didnât mean to cause trouble.â
nicole shakes her head, already helping you into the car with a comforting arm around you. âdonât be ridiculous, love. youâre part of the family now. we look after each other.â
her words settle over you like a warm blanket, and you blink back more tears, grateful for the maternal gentleness she offers.
the ride to the hospital is a blur of pain and exhaustion as nicole speeds toward the emergency room. her hand reaches out to squeeze yours at every chance she gets, the worry in her eyes almost overwhelming.
when you finally arrive, nicole is by your side every step of the way, holding your hand as youâre wheeled into the exam room and after what feels like hours, the doctor finally returns with a diagnosis: appendicitis. youâll need surgery, and soon.
oscarâs voice cracks through the phone when he hears the news. âiâm so sorry iâm not there. i feel useless.â
nicole gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. âsheâs in good hands, oscar. iâll be with her the whole time, donât you worry.â
you try to smile, though the pain is still gnawing at your insides. âiâll be okay. just focus on your race.â
ânot a chance,â he replies, his voice softening. âi canât concentrate when i know youâre in pain. youâre more important than any race.â
as they prep you for surgery, nicole stays by your side, never letting go of your hand.
the last thing you hear before drifting off is her voice, quiet and full of love. âiâll stay here the entire time, sweetheart. just relax.â
when you wake up after surgery, very groggy but no longer in pain, nicole is still there, sitting by your bedside. she smiles as you blink awake, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
âthere you are,â she says softly. âeverything went perfectly. youâll be back on your feet in no time.â
you blink away the tears that well up, overwhelmed by the care sheâs shown you. âthank you,â you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. âfor everything.â
nicole shakes her head, her smile warm and full of love. âno need to thank me, love. weâre family. thatâs what familyâs for.â she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before tugging your duvet up, helping you get more comfortable in the hospital bed. âhattie is here somewhere, too. came as soon as she woke. think she wanted to buy you some snacks first.â
her words hit you in a way that feels almost foreign. the casual way in which they came out feels weird. to you, it isnât casual. family is a concept youâve always struggled with, never having had one that felt like this. but now, with oscar, with nicole and the rest of his familyâwho are buying you snacks and worryingâyouâve found something you didnât even know you were missing.
as you drift back to sleep, comforted by the warmth of the bed and something elseâsomething warms from in your heartâyou realize that for the first time in your life, you truly have a familyâand it feels like home.
#f1#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#f1 imagine#mclaren#mclaren racing#op81#divider by cafekitsune#op81 x reader#op81 x you#op81 x y/n#op81 fluff#op81 imagine#op81 fic#hattie piastri#nicole piastri#piastri family#piastri sisters#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri#formula one imagine#oscar piastri x yn#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x fem!reader#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri fic
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FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?
a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me
special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol
cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.
wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)
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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.
sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.
you're spoiled, really.
miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (đł).
miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.
he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.
he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.
he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.
he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.
you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.
he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.
you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).
you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.
he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.
as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.
it didn't last for long.
you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.
just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.
his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.
he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.
you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.
he doesn't react.
somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.
he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.
it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.
"...baby."
"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.
you huff.
"but--"
"not right now."
you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...
you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).
"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.
you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.
"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.
"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.
he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.
"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.
he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.
his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.
"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.
he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.
you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.
he's so good at this, too good at this.
how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?
you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.
you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.
his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.
his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.
you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.
before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.
"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.
"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."
so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.
but he's hard.
he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.
so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.
you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.
it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.
you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.
he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.
you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.
but he ignores it.
he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).
you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.
it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.
until you arent.
you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.
you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--
your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.
"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.
he says your name once more.
"you're working."
"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"
"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"
"cariño..."
"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.
you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."
well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?
you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.
you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)
he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.
"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"
you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.
he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.
you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.
you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.
he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.
maybe just a few minutes?
LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....
#anon#miguel o'hara#miguel oâhara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#atsv#2099
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Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?
I swear to God, it was an accident.
My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.
The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.
Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.
My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.
He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.
They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
#aita#am i the asshole#fandom aita#unreality#i never know how to tag the bible ones#also i don't think this is explicitly jesus christ superstar but for some reason it put me in mind of it#so that's where the extra option is from idk#specifically in my head is one particular production of it that a friend showed me when we were like. 17#anyway i'm in love with how this one plays with modern language#good enough to post on purpose
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