#I barely even go here anymore but this is a very sweet idea
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close the door | hanni pham
synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.
genre : fluffy smut!
pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader
tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh
warnings : none :]
word count : 2.5k
a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF
anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33
oh how you loved your girlfriend.
you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable.
so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.
“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.
you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.
one thing you were certain of, however,
was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect.
and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.
she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”
you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face.
“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”
“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.
“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.
it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.
you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”
you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,
the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.
as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”
“there’s.. nobody home, though?”
she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”
you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.
“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.
after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again.
“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.
she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.
eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.
her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing.
then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??
you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.
a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.
then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.
“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.
you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”
despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”
nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”
well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.
not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.
you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her.
so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.
your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip.
plus, her panties were wet.
did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!
and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!
“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down.
“s-so okay.” she giggled.
her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.
soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger.
it was tantalizing.
growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.
thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.
you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.
she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.
“i will.” you affirmed.
slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her.
fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.
once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.
“i-i’m ready.”
you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.
that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.
“is this okay baby—” you asked.
“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.
when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation.
you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.
amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment.
you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.
then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.
“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“
that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair.
you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.
you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.
“d-did i do okay?”
she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?”
you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”
“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”
“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs.
“hey y/n?”
“hm?”
“wanna bake brownies in a bit?”
“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“
you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”
oh how you loved your girlfriend.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sweet Little Lies *ੈ✩‧₊˚
{Ellie Williams x Reader}
Summary: Being on tour with someone you’ve been ignoring for two months is hard…but doable
an: AHHHHHH!!! I am so excited to finally give you guys the second part of The Perfect Girl! I can confidently say that the vibe of this one has been so much fun to write and think about ideas for, and it makes me so happy that you’ve been enjoying it! This one is pretty short, im sorry but! the next part will be longer, fluffier and much smuttier hehe. Anyways, I hope you guys like this part too. 🖤 (Also yes I know I posted this before the poll was up but y'all saw how it was going im sorry I am an impatient woman)
Warnings: 18+!!! Eventual smut, Ellie is selfish point blank period, reader is extremely sad, some making out but doesn't lead to much, ANGST!!!!, this one is pretty short so not many warnings hehe. let me know if I missed anything pleaseeee.
Part 1 can be read here!
The rest of the tour was…rough.
After the night at the club, the silent treatment that you had for Ellie had gone from simply ignoring her, to pretending like she didn’t even exist.
Shows were awkward, practice was awkward, being in a fucking band with her was awkward. Not to mention the very noticeable divide that it put between you and the other members.
The entire situation made it hard to talk to anyone. It made you feel extremely isolated, because you had convinced yourself that no one could possibly understand, especially not the other two men in your band, so you barely spoke to anyone.
In return of that, the other members found it hard to talk to Ellie. Because ever since you had pulled away, things were just no longer the same.
The late nights hanging out in someone’s hotel room stopped, partying after shows were done without you, and the only times anyone truly ever saw you was when you had to perform. When you were done, you’d quietly go back to your hotel room to sulk.
The tour ended that way, with you silently pulling all of your things from the back of the tour bus once you had returned home and catching a cab back to your apartment in the city, going against the tradition that you all had done every time when coming back home, which was going to your favorite local bar and trying to out drink each other before stumbling home in the cold.
So now, you were home, still ignoring everyone.
It was hard for you. Because the girl you’ve looked up to for so long, wanted for so long, had said such mean things about you. And you weren’t an idiot, because never for a second did you ever think that Ellie could ever want you the way that you wanted her, even when you were wrapped up in her arms at night, or when she whispered stupid jokes in your ear whenever you were sad, her lips ghosting over your skin, you never once thought that you could have her. Because you weren’t a kid with a great big imagination, with hopes and dreams that you’d one day be swept off of your feet by her.
You knew deep down that it would never work out, and you were okay with that. You had long accepted that your love was unrequited, and as much as it hurt you to see her date girls she’d only known for a few weeks, and fuck countless groupies every night, you never let it get to you.
But hearing her say what she said, hearing those words fall from her pretty lips….it was like something was eating you from the inside out, and the love that you had for Ellie couldn’t outweigh the pain that she brought you.
And you couldn’t fucking do it anymore.
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The decision you had made didn’t come without heartache. You cried, you screamed, you threw things, ruining your room entirely, your rage and sadness burned you so deeply, because in all of this you still blamed yourself, and not her.
It had been almost a month since you got back from tour, and you could count on your hands how many times you left your apartment. Dylan and Charlie came by the visit a few times, and their apologetic smiles somehow pissed you off even further, because it made you feel small and frail, like you’d never be able to come back from this on your own.
You appreciated them, and you enjoyed the times they were around because it gave you an out from thinking about Ellie.
But all good things would come to an end.
That’s how you found yourself at Dylan’s apartment. He was shocked when you showed up, having not seen you outside of your apartment in who knows how long.
He knew that whatever it was you were there for, was serious.
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Ellie felt like she was seeing red.
She slammed the door to her car once she arrived at your apartment building, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard. She couldn’t even stop for a moment to think about what she was doing, or if you’d even be home.
But after her phone call with Dylan, she didn’t care. She needed to see you.
After tour had ended, she had found her way to your place a few times. The first time she had a bouquet of red roses gripped between her hand, which after 10 minutes of standing outside your door, she took home and threw in the trash. The second time she came by with a box of cookies from your favorite bakery, which she ended up angrily shoving into Charlie’s chest when she came back home and he was at her apartment waiting for her to teach him a new guitar riff. The third time she simply slipped a hand written note under your door about how sorry she was, which you had promptly ripped up once you saw the small ‘from: Ellie :’)’ written on the front.
That was the last time she had showed up, figuring that you’d come around whenever you had cooled down from the entire situation. What she didn’t expect though, was for it to go on for months after tour had ended.
But she was done, she was over this and she was over you ignoring her.
She knocked on your door loudly, staring knuckles banging on the wood of your front door, making you frown as the loud noise echoed throughout your apartment. You sighed, opening the door harshly.
“I told you I didn’t want one of your fucking pamphlets! If you don’t leave I’m calling the fucking-“ your words were cut off, eyes going wide as you looked up and caught eye of Ellie.
A very angry Ellie.
You sighed tiredly, already trying to close the door on her. “Go home Ellie…” you mumbled out. But her palm was pressing against your door and stopping you from closing it on her.
“You’re quitting the fucking band?” Her voice is harsh, and her words make you freeze as you stop pushing your door closed.
You figured word would’ve gotten out sooner or later…you just preferred later rather than sooner.
You let out a sigh, one of your hands coming up to tuck a strand of your hair back before you give her a half shrug. “I told Dylan not to tell you until the end of the month..” you mumble out, your eyes staring at your sock clad feet.
The second you confirm it, you’re confirming Ellie’s greatest nightmare, and she’s pushing past you and walking into your apartment before you can even tell her that you don’t want her in that, and that she needed to leave.
There’s no use in fighting her, because she’s already there and she’s clearly very pissed off, so you simply close your door behind you and lock it. You figure that if this is the last conversation you’ll have with Ellie, it might as well be this one.
Ellie is pacing back and forth in your small living room, hands in her hips as she tries to get a grip of everything that she’s learned within the past few hours. She wants it to be a lie, she wanted to come to your apartment and have you tell her it was all a prank, and she’d finally hear that pretty laugh of yours when you too made up and cuddled on your couch.
But you weren’t, you weren’t giving Ellie any of that and it made her feel even more pissed off.
“Ellie…” you mumbled softly, reaching out and trying to grab her arm gently, trying to calm the girl down so you could explain.
Ellie pulled her arm away the second you tried reaching out for her. The soft tone of yours was all she had wanted for the last three months, hearing the way you’d soothe her when she became too consumed in her feelings.
But Ellie felt betrayed, she felt like she was being left behind, like you were throwing her away and leaving her like everyone else did.
You were abandoning her.
“No! Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t talk to me for three months and the first thing I hear about you doesn’t even come directly from you? You didn’t even have the fucking decency to sit us down and tell all of us…you told Dylan and you had him deliver your message to us like he’s your fucking bitch” she spat.
You knew she was mad, you knew she’d come to your apartment in a rage when she found out. You had prepared for it, you prepared for all the nasty things Ellie would say to you.
But you didn’t expect any of this..
You inhaled deeply, trying your best not to let her words affect you.
“Look, Ellie…I just…it took me a long time to figure out what I needed to do to feel better. I don’t…it just isn’t working for me anymore-“ she cut you off, her hurtful words coming back with a vengeance.
“Bull fucking shit.” She spits out, and her tone is enough to make you flinch. Her words are cutting into you just like they had that night in her hotel room, and you’re trying to find something in you to not lose your fucking mind right now.
“You’re leaving because of me, because of something I said. You’re…you’re leaving behind something fucking amazing because I hurt your feelings. I don’t know how many times I have to say it! But I’m fucking sorry! Okay? I feel awful for what I said and I wish I could take it back but I can’t, and I’m sorry, but you’re being weak for leaving because of it” she yells out.
And everything stops….because all you can hear from anything shes just said…
Is that you, are weak.
And it’s like some sort of fucking phenomenon or something, because you suddenly feel like you’re being transported to that night, and you’re standing behind a wall, listening to Ellie laugh about how…how fucking unwanted you are.
And you don’t hold back anymore. You’re done holding back.
“Yes Ellie, are you even listening to yourself right now? Have you for one fucking second not been a selfish asshole to think about how any of this has affected me?” Your voice is tired, and it sounds like you’ve been internally fighting with yourself to keep these words inside.
“You hurt me Ellie! If you’re so sorry you said those things, then why did you fucking say them? Is it so hard to just say you don’t see me that way? To be a sensible human fucking being and not trying to dig me into a deeper hole than you already fucking have?” Your voice is growing louder and louder, and you’re slowly closing the space between the both of you as you shout at her.
When you’re right in front of her, your chest almost pressed against hers, your voice is quiet, and it almost sounds like you’re whispering to her for a moment.
“I never once believed that you could ever want me…but saying the things that you said about me, and then sabotaging me whenever I’m trying to live my fucking life…I can’t do it anymore Ellie…I can’t be around you anymore..”
Ellie almost fucking whimpers, because the tone of your voice is nearly enough to bring her to tears.
You aren’t even fighting anymore, you’re just tired. You’re practically begging her to let you go because she’s just held you in her hands for too long, never giving you the chance to grow and become something more than what you are.
Ellie feels it, just by the look in your eyes, she can feel that this will be the last chance she has to tell you, to come clean and stop lying to herself and to you.
Shes being given one last chance, so she knows she can’t mess it up.
“I’m in love with you.” She deadpans.
You roll your eyes, walking away from the girl. You had no time for games, and that surely meant Ellie falsely confessing her love for you just to keep you in the band.
You nodded your head towards your door as you watched her. “Nice try Ellie. I’m sure you’ll be able to charm some other girl enough to replace me as lead singer by the end of the month. It’s time for you to go” you sigh out.
And Ellie is practically whining as she makes her way over to you, towering over you as she pleads.
“I…I’m not lying…fuck id never lie about this. Leave the band if you want, I don’t care, I just…” she grabs your hand, bringing it up to lay over her heart as she sighs “I need you to know how sorry I am..and how I feel about you…” she sighs out.
Your eyebrows were furrowed as you looked down at your hand pressed against her chest, rolling your eyes as you used the placement to push her away from you.
“Ellie, cut it out. Seriously. I heard what you said about me, I heard all of it. Im not your type, remember? I look like a kicked puppy everytime you’re with another girl” you sighed out as you pushed past her, walking off into your living room before plopping onto the couch with a loud huff.
Ellie was groaning softly, hearing her own words being relayed to her in your voice made her heart break even more than it had before. She followed behind you, sitting on the couch and reaching for you.
“I..I didn’t mean any of that! I panicked!” her words catch your attention, but she groans when she sees the unamused look you’re giving her.
“I swear…just…” She tried, pleading for just a bit of your time before she was getting on her knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart so that her body was pressed against the edge of the couch, and you had no choice but to look at her.
“I’m an idiot, okay? The last thing I wanted was for Charlie and Dylan to tease me about having a massive fucking crush on you…I just…you’re too good for me, I’m not…I know that you deserve better than me…but I can’t help the way I feel about you. It eats away at me at night and it makes it hard to sleep and it doesn’t stop unless you’re around” She rambled, her eyebrows knitted together as she spoke.
Her closeness made your cheeks burn red, and you tried to keep your face down because you knew the longer you’d look into her eyes, the easier it would be for her to make you fold. You frowned as you shook your head, and before you could even speak, she was already talking.
“Please…please I’m so sorry baby…it’s killing me…not being with you is fucking killing me. I’ll leave the band, I’ll pack up and you can find a new guitarist to take my place just..” her words died down, and her fingers were placed gently under your chin to force you to look at her, and you almost lost your breath because..
Ellie was crying.
And not only was Ellie crying, but Ellie was crying for you.
Her green eyes were rimmed red, and her eyelashes were clumping together, and your insides twisted because all you wanted to do was to hold her, pull her into your chest and tell her that it was okay, that you were okay, and that you could be together.
But you couldn’t. Not after what she did.
“Ellie I…I can’t…” you mumbled softly. You opened your mouth to explain further, but you found that you couldn’t speak.
Because Ellie’s like were pressed firmly against yours.
Her long fingers were cupping either side of your face, keeping you close as her lips moved against yours. You gasped softly, trying to break away from her, but she used it as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, and from that point on, you melted into her completely.
You moaned softly, and Ellie was already pushing you back to lay against the couch, her body hovering over yours as she kissed you so deeply, so passionately, you could feel all of the love she had for you seeping into your mouth.
It felt amazing, having you pressed up against her, whining into her mouth and breathlessly begging for more. It was like every dream Ellie had ever had of you was finally coming true…
But she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that came with it.
If this is what Ellie had always wanted, why was it that she felt like she was doing something wrong? Why did it loom over her like a dark cloud, soaking into her core and making her feel terrible about doing this to you…distracting you from everything she’s done with sweet kisses and breathy moans.
She wanted it…god she wanted it more than anything
But this wasn’t right.
She furrowed her eyebrows as she gripped your waist, moaning softly as she pulled away from you. You frown in confusion, staring up at her and searching for what might be wrong, what you had done to make her stop.
“What? What is it Els?” And Ellie swears she’s never heard something so sweet, the nickname you had for her like the sweetest melody she’d ever heard.
She sighed, gently pulling away from you as she shook her head. “This isn’t right…” she mumbled softly. She sits down across from you, her legs spread with her elbows resting on her knees, hunched over a bit.
You frown as you watch her, sitting up and adjusting your tank top, suddenly feeling extremely exposed underneath the girls presence. “Do you…not want me?” You mumble softly. Ellie’s eyes are nearly bulging out of her head as she quickly turns to you, grabbing your face and pulling you close as she shakes her head quickly.
“No! God no I….you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of angel…it’s just…” she sighs, her voice raspy before she starts again. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go…you’re worth so much more than what I’ve given to you…I’ve been mean, and selfish and...And I come here expecting you to just forgive me and...and give yourself to me and...it isn't right.." She sighs out. You pout softly as you listen to her, and you are suddenly remembering all of the things that Ellie said, and you can't help but agree that the wounds are still fresh.
She notices how deep in thought you are, and she uses her strong hands to grip your thighs and pull you so you're straddling her lap. She licks her lips, her hands toying with the plush skin of your thighs as you both stay there for a moment, before she breaks the silence.
"Im not going to convince you that you need to stay in the band...if you really want to leave, thats your decision..but..." She sighs softly.
"Let me prove to you that you're what I want...give me one chance to do this the right way, and I promise princess...you won't regret it.." Her voice is raspy, and it reminds you of all the times she would talk to you while you both laid in bed together and you couldn't sleep. It reminds you of all the times Ellie called you on the phone in the middle night, too high and too needy, just so she could hear your voice.
And it reminds you of how in love you are with Ellie Williams..
Your hands slowly go to rest on her shoulders, your fingers toying with the ends of her hair at the nape of her neck, and you can swear you can see the girl visibly glow the second you give her a nod. In an instant, she's pulling you closer and pressing kisses to your neck, in spots that she knows you're extremely ticklish at. You nudge her gently to stop before you both settle down.
"Thank you angel...I promise...I'll do right by you.." She mumbles softly, her pretty green eyes staring at your plush lips before she leans in, pressing the softest, most gentle kiss to them, almost as if she were afraid she'd break you all over again.
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Could we please get vampire Sirius? Like maybe he originally lured reader in to drink from her but was just totally enamoured by her because she isn’t scared of him? Love you xx
love you!!
“Do you often accompany strange men to cemeteries?”
You pick a little piece of lint from your sleeve and move on through the gravestones, “Only ones in need. Padfoot! Come here, boy.”
Sirius feels bad for lying to you about his dog that he doesn’t have, but he’s hungry. It’s like blaming a cat for killing a mouse. Nature is nature is nature, and you’re pretty enough to make feeding from you a thrill and a half. He can’t believe you’d been this potent a fool as to believe his lie in the first place — the moon is heavy as a silver medallion in the sky, light like silk pouring over the cemetery, but it is still a cemetery, and you are still alone with him, a strange man you barely know.
“You should call him more, he’ll recognise your voice,” you suggest, turning to him with a very nice smile, as smiles go. This is the part where he jumps on you and holds you down. But you’re smiling, not a hint of suspicion about you. “You really don’t know what breed he is?”
“He looks like a mixture of every dog on earth.”
“A creature, then. Nice.” You wait for him to catch up with you before you point to a darkened area of the cemetery. Maroon pitch stains the floor, evidence of past misdemeanours. “Ooh, gross. That looks like blood. How many people do you think get murdered in places like this?”
“Definitely a few.”
“Is there even really a dog?” you ask.
Sirius takes your hand into his. Your hands are almost as cold as he is, your fingers stiff with frigidity. He doesn’t bother trying to warm them, impossible, but he does attempt a seduction of sorts. He likes when his victims are scared; it gets the blood pumping quickly, and it tastes different. Not sweeter or anything so fanciful, but different. You aren’t easily scared, it seems, so he brings your hand to his lips instead for a kiss pressed against delicate knuckles.
“Why wouldn’t there be a dog?” he asks.
“There are other ways to get someone alone, you know?”
“Like what?”
“Like flirting,” you say, your shoulders relaxing as he continues his touching, his fingers dancing up the length of your arm and netting behind your shoulder to pull you in.
“There’s a dog,” he lies, he promises, staring into the innocent pools of your eyes as hunger burns with the ferocity of tears in his throat. “Why? You thought I wanted to be alone with you?”
He leans in, forcing you to close your eyes as he closes his. “You don't?” you ask.
His gums sting as the razor tip of his fangs slide over his canines, sharp and thing. There’s no room for words now, only action. He kisses you softly, because if he’s going to kill you he thinks he can manage a kinder goodbye, your glossy lips parting at the pressure of his wading. He opens his mouth and yours opens with it, a gasp rushing between you as you feel the sharpness of his fangs and pull away.
“Ow,” you say, frowning, “you vampires are all the same.”
“We— what?”
“You have no sense of sweetness about you. If you kissed me nicely at first I wouldn’t mind letting you feed on me." You scowl, pressing your pinky to your bloody lip, dissatisfied.
"You want me to kiss you nicely?" Sirius asks.
"I thought so, yes." You turn away from him. "Not very much anymore."
For some reason, the idea that he could overpower you flees his mind. "Now, wait a minute, darling. I'll kiss you very nicely."
"Sure you will. My lip is bleeding, I know exactly what you're like."
"Nuh-uh." Something about your lack of fear —he's shocked, but it's hot. Really, really attractive. "Sweetheart, I've been kissing people for longer than you've been alive."
"Ew." You giggle at him, your reluctance fading. "Okay, fine. But no biting, okay? You can bite me afterwards."
Sirius grins and pulls you forward, barely caring about the implication of afterwards as you melt into the circle of his arms and kiss him with an ardency he hasn't felt for a few decades, at least. You shiver at his cold hand where it disappears under your shirt, but you smile into his mouth rather than shriek. (He's in love, probably.)
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ENHYPEN MEETING THEIR LONG DISTANCE S/O FOR THE FIRST TIME.
────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅.
( NOTES. ) enhypen as eager ducklings. fluff. fem!centered. revamp. lowercase intended. 1036wc. from my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ LEE HEE-SEUNG. 이희승 spends the entire time after you tell him you’re coming in writing a perfect song for you. barely gets a blink of sleep the night before, keeps tossing and turning every second quite literally. re-reads your text conversations, and looks at the photos and videos of you that you shared. at the airport he has a board with your name in case you don’t recognize him with his mask on, his doe eyes are all wide to spot you from far away. honestly has probably learned half of the whole of your language to impress you. when you reach and he sees you, boy doesn’t even wait already rushing to hug you. cries as he rocks your body side to side and on the way back home keeps looking at you.
"you mean so much to me, i don't think i can stay away from you anymore,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK JONG-SEONG. 박종성 gets and gives himself countless peptalks on how to not have an embarrassing episode. chooses his outfit, perfume, shoes, accessories everything he will have on very very carefully. is nervous to the point of pissing his pants, but forcefully keeps on a calm composure. he just wants to look perfect for you. definitely buys a sweet gift, and has it covered in a pretty wrapper with a handwritten letter inside. looks like a model waiting for you, hands in his pocket as he stands all tall with a cold expression. but the image is gone the moment you arrive, as he melts and gives you a big long kiss. holds onto your hand- has your fingers intertwined the whole ride back home.
"having you by my side is like the greatest gift ever, i hope i always have it,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ SIM JAE-YUN. 심재윤 is nervous since day one after he got to know you’re coming to meet him. calls you every night to talk about what you’re gonna do when you’re here. flirts a lot saying now that you’ll be together in real life for some time, he’s going to take full advantage of it. updates you on his every action on the day of your arrival even though he knows you can’t check your phone. takes out time to learn his favorite endearment terms in your language so that he can make you feel special. also please he’s not waiting, as soon as you’re in his line of sight, he’s sprinting to you, picking you up and twirling you in a hug like in the movies. attached at the hip to you the whole entire time. gives tons & all types of kisses until the day of your return.
"you're so much prettier in person, so beautiful and all mine,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK SUNG-HOON. 박성훈 wakes up early to stand in the line and buy your favourite food from your favorite place. has all the members gathered to help him decide what he should wear, nitpicks on every detail. practices everyday what all he wants to say to you face to face, probably changes the wordings a lot. yet forgets everything when he lays his eyes on you as you come running to him. stumbles back a little before holding you tight against him. whispers how he missed you, almost cries, eyes brimming with tears and shuttering when trying to speak. stealing glances, and looking away smiling all shy now that you’re going to be next to him for a while. cannot for the love of god make eye contact, he malfunctions.
"you have no idea how much i love this right now and how much i love you,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ KIM SUN-WOO. 김선우 excited from the very beginning, prepares something handmade to give you. almost everyone he knows closely, knows that you’re coming, he just can’t stop talking about it. everyone at the airport can already guess that he’s waiting for someone special. practically screams your name before you run to each other and he’s squishing you a bone tight hug. showers your entire face with kisses, while squealing and asking if this real and you’re actually here. for sure you both cry saying how much you wanted to meet and now, finally. he absolutely cannot stop giggling and smiling with his eyes the entire time of your stay. does not bother acknowledging anyone that's not you.
"your smile is so cute, i feel so lucky to be the one you smile at,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ YANG JUNG-WON. 양정원 spends the entire morning at the flowershop picking out the perfect bouquet to show his love for you. also buys these little couple bracelet set he came across on the way to the airport. probably has a serious talk with heeseung or jake the night before. you bet jungwon's secretly learnt your language, has a big speech prepared in it. waits at the airport terminal looking like a soft bunny, breathing calm but exploding inside. noticing your figure, excitedly walks to the other side of the barrier, calling out your name with a smile. gives you the flowers then holds both of your hands as he speaks, small tears dropping. kisses your eyes when you start crying too.
"you're beyond precious to me, it feels like i'm addicted to you,"
𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ NISHIMURA RI-KI. 西村力 so nervous he thinks he'll pass out any moment. asks for all kind of advice from everyone he knows and notes it down on his notes app. acts out a fake scenario in his head of how he's going to jump you, hug the hell out of you, pepper you with kisses and absolutely make it so cute without crying. but the moment he sees you, poor baby starts sobbing like anything. it's so overwhelming, walks up to you in quick steps and pulls you into a tight hug. nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, apologizing for 'ruining' this but he just so happy that you're here. after he's calm down it's just a shy boy. takes you both a while to get rid of the shyness but it's all really cute honestly.
"no one has ever made me feel the way you do, you're really my special person,"
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sleepy phone call
Wally Darling x Reader
Warnings: fluff :))
although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)
You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.
“Hello?”
Ah, jeez.
What had you been thinking?
You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.
What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.
“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?
“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”
“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?
“I don’t mind in the slightest.”
Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.
“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.
“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”
You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.
Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”
“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”
What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?
You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.
“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.
“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.
“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.
The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?
“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.
“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”
“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.
Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.
What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.
“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.
“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly.
“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”
“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.
“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.
“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears.
“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.
“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.
“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.
“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,”
About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome.
“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.
“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”
“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.
“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.
“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.
You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.
“Your eyes,”
He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.
“They rob the words off of my tongue.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.
“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”
There was no way this was happening.
“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”
Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head.
“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.
“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.
“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.
“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,”
You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.
“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,”
“The truth is, my darling…”
Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.
“... I’m in lo–”
You slammed the phone down on its base.
This was not happening.
Were you dreaming?
Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?
The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…
You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.
Was he really about to say what you thought he was?
“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.
And you just hung up on him!
You froze.
You hung up on him.
…
You scrambled out of bed.
You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.
Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.
You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.
Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!
What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?
Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?
When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did.
Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for.
His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself.
His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.
“Say it to my face,” you panted out.
You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.
“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”
His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.
“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.
And that’s all you needed to hear.
You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening.
“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.
“... I’m in love with you,”
Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.
“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.
“I’m in love with you too, Darling.”
imagine getting deceived twice in a row AHAHAAH, I had to make you think it would be more angst so you wouldn't expect this ending like so many of you did, bwahahah! yes, you get a happy ending! yippe! however, this still isn't the end, and there is more to come!
but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!
here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!
alas!! 'tis all for now! next will likely be out in two days! like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, gimme dopamine rahhhh!!! until next time! MWAH! <3
Posted Sunday, May 6, 2023, at 11:37 AM
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Let daddy take the reigns~
Luci x Reader -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, pussy worship, gentle dom luci, edging, tail play, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie
Other tags: Fluff, angst
Luci is the aftercare king~ ✨
Part 1 of Luci x Reader is here!! Let’s see what adventures await you this time~ 😍✨(sorry for the wait again. Got busy around the house and kids lol 😂)
(Y/N’s P.O.V)
As I walk through the halls of Morningstar manor; my mind couldn’t help but wonder. Looking up at the paintings, strewn across the halls; each one depicting the seemingly happy family of Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been close friends with Lilith ever since the first time I’ve went to one of their annual gala’s. A friend of mine convinced me to go since there was gonna be free food and drinks; which was the main reason I went. I’ve never been one for social events; they’re always so uncomfortable when you don’t know anyone there. In the end, it turned out better than it did when Queen Lilith at the time; decided to chat up a conversation with me over the punch bowl. It was an instant click of how well her and me got along; we even went on shopping trips together; just having fun like a couple of teenage BFF’s. In turn, also meant that I got to know Lucifer and Charlie better too over time. Charlie is like the perfect mixture of her parents in both looks and personality; very sweet girl to be blessed with as a daughter. Lucifer was definitely silly and fun; always had so many creative ideas with incredible powers to boot. On my end, they always seemed like a picture perfect happy family, but I guess that was a fantasy. During later years, everytime I had a girl’s day with her and Lucifer came up in the conversation; she became more dismissive of him as a subject of topic. I always told her if anything is going on, don’t hesitate to let me know. But, I guess she never really wanted to talk about him as much as she used to. Then one day, her messages and calls never came through when I tried to contact her. As if she went completely silent; not wanting anything to do with me anymore.
Coming to find out, when I went to visit the manor that day to see what was up; there was Lucifer just sitting in his study in a fetal position on the floor. He was having a serious mental breakdown on account of Lilith wanting to separate, and left as soon as the papers were signed. No one knew where she went; just dissipated without as much as a text to let us know she’s still alive. I guess our friendship didn’t mean that much to her either, but Lucifer was definitely suffering more than I was. For the longest time after she left, he would completely lock himself away from everyone; barely eat or sleep due to his constant cry’s of pain and agony every single night. He really loved her so much that he would do anything for her, only to realize it was all a dream and she never wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him after all. For months no one heard from him, not even Charlie the poor girl. Many of the servants tried to get him to do at least something to let them know he’s still alive, but honestly it was mostly to see if they had a job or not. I started making my attempts to persuade him out of the room or at least have a conversation. I would visit 3 times a day for 4 hours; sitting on the floor while leaning against one of the double doors. I would tell him about my day and how things were going in my life, like you do when you hang out with friends. I mostly wanted him to know even thou things didn’t work out with Lilith; doesn’t mean you’re alone. I constantly reassured him that he’ll always have a friend in me when he’s ready to talk. This went on for an entire year without as much as a noise from him.
I soon arrive at the double doors once again; sitting down in the same spot. While sitting against the door once more; talking about how my night went before coming to the manor. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. It’s been an entire year and still nothing! God! I know Lilith was my best friend, but why did she pull something like this?! She has left him in pieces with absolutely no way to put him back together. Before I decided to call a quits for the very last time; I decided to put my all in my final attempt to get him to talk to me. “Luci….I know getting over Lilith is gonna be absolute hell….literally….but you do have Charlie that needs you. She needs her dad more than anything now. She’s been on the news; talking about her dreams towards redemption for sinners. Obviously it didn’t go well and everyone pretty much laughed at her face. She’s pretty much been made a joke to every denizen of hell who watched the news. She must be so hurt right now…..she really needs someone to help support her dreams more than ever now….so please…please come out of there….do it for Charlie….she needs you.”
I waited for what seemed like an eternity; still no response. If that wouldn’t work, nothing will at this point. With a heavy heart, I picked myself off the floor and proceeded down the hallway. As I was at least 4 feet from his door, I picked up a slow clicking sound; coming from behind me. I turned around so fast to see it was his door slowly opening. I walked back to the door; stopping just a foot away to see Luci finally standing in front of the now opened door after so long. He looked a mess; his hair was pointing in many different directions with his clothes was a very loose fitting white shirt; paired with grey sweatpants. It was hanging off his small waist showing the hem of his black boxer breifs. He definitely hasn’t slept very well due to the dark circles under his eyes. I felt so bad for him that this got him in such a state like this. But he finally made the decision to show himself, so I’m gonna help him the best I can to get him back on track.
(Luci’s P.O.V)
She was right! No matter how things are right now, my daughter still needs me! This entire year has been absolutely horrific for me. I still can’t believe that Lilith would do this to me. After everything we’ve been through; obviously meant nothing to her now. I would do anything for her, but I guess it wasn’t mutual. It still baffled me how Lilith’s best friend, (Y/N), would make it her personal mission to help me all this time. I guess in a way, she was hurt by Lilith as well since that was her best friend. Still she came to my door 3 times a day every day for an entire year. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than (Y/N); I’m definitely going to do better for me and my daughter!! “Thank you, (Y/N)….I appreciate you opening my eyes to what’s important.” She smiled as she offered to help me to get cleaned up, along with other self care stuff. She went through my drawers to pull out clean pair of my red and white silk pjs along with clean black boxers. She brings me to the bathroom; sitting me down as she starts the shower while setting up all the essentials. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be out cleaning up the room and putting fresh sheets on your bed.” I smile at her “No problem.” she then takes her leave, shutting the door.
Finally stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist as I walk out the bathroom; drying my hair with a second towel. I look around to see my room being spotless for the first time and my bed neatly made. She really didn’t have to do this, but I greatly appreciated it nonetheless. I head to my bed; picking up the clean clothes as I put them on one by one. Finally brushing my hair, the door of my bedroom open with (Y/N) walking in with a tray with a 2 big plates full of pancakes. “How did you know pancakes was one of my favorite comfort foods?” She giggled as she places the tray on the night stand “I’ve noticed that when the servants brought you food; you always took the pancakes over anything else.” I smiled genuinely, grabbing a plate as I proceed to sit in the middle of my bed. (Y/N) grabs her plate as she joins me “Did you want to watch a movie while we eat?” I nodded; taking a bite of the pancakes “Sounds good to me! What should we watch?” She takes a minute to think about her answer; perking up as she got the perfect idea “OOOH! There’s this new comedy movie that just came out actually. We can watch that.” I chuckled; taking another bite “Sounds great!”
The movie was really funny surprisingly. I’ve never been one to watch too much TV since it really scrambles the brain, but I honestly need the distraction. But I didn’t expect the sudden romance between the main guy and his sister’s best friend. I thought she said this was a comedy, maybe she missed that somewhere when looking at the trailer maybe? “Isn’t this a comedy?” She looks at the movie confused, then pulls her phone up to look at the genre of the film. “Oooooh it’s a romantic comedy. I’m so sorry we can change it if you want.” I chuckle as I start waving my hands back and forth “No no no no no! It’s fine! I was just wondering is all.” She puts her phone away; bringing her plate back in her lap “Well ok then! As long as you’re comfortable.” She smiles at me as she pats my shoulder. We turn our attention back to the movie; shoveling another fork full of pancakes into our mouths.
Everything was going good until a certain scene started to unveil. Of course it was implied, but still felt very realistic. The main guy was getting very….intimate with the best friend. Touching and caressing her as they kissed passionately; slowly undressing each other. I clear my throat as I hook my finger into the collar of the silk pjs; pulling out to let some air down my shirt.
I guess she really didn’t know this was going to be in the movie. I glance over at her to see how she was holding up with this. Her cheeks were flushed as she stared wide eyed at the scene. She swallowed hard as I noticed a tiny shift with her crossed legs; trying to inch closer together. I had to look away for she almost caught me staring at her. I feel my cheeks start to heat up from embarrassment. I literally have only been divorced for only a year and here I am; getting flustered over a “intimate” scene while sitting next to (Y/N) being flustered as well. Maybe she should have changed the movie? This should feel wrong to be like this next to your ex wife’s best friend…….but it strangely felt……so right at the same time. What am I thinking?! I’ve been with Lilith for so long and now a year later of not being with her; something like this is making me all hot and bothered so easily?! Maybe I am a little touch deprived due to everything, and rightfully so. But should I feel like this when around (Y/N)? Wouldn’t it be considered betrayal? Well, not really if Lilith left me to begin with. Maybe it’s not so wrong. I mean….I kinda did find (Y/N)…..rather attractive. Maybe….even more than a little~ Maybe…..it wouldn’t hurt to……indulge~
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A LITTLE TOO FRIENDLY
pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bestfriend!reader
warnings; smut, oral (female & male), unprotected p in v (wrap it up 🫡), praise kink, pet names, lmk if i missed anything (:
summary; everyone thinks you and vinnie are strictly friends, but to you guys, it’s way more
you and vinnie had been friends for awhile, the two of you met when you had just moved to LA months ago, accidentally running into him while trying to make it on time to a place you had to be.
it was a slightly awkward encounter, you had apologized for bumping into him, saying it was totally your fault and you weren’t looking where you were going, and he simply just shrugged it off, not replying.
you shrugged it off, thinking it was rude at first but not really caring, he was just a stranger in LA after all.
that was until the two of you bumped into each other again, this time, not literally.
you were at a photoshoot, getting all ready to start, when you saw him walk past you out of the corner of your eye.
the two of you talked for a bit, exchanging numbers and finally names, before you went your separate ways.
now here you are, in the man you claim to be your best friends room, laying on his bed while he hovers above you and kisses you softly.
all his roommates think the two of you are strictly friends, not knowing the little arrangement the two of you put together weeks ago.
you’d stop by vinnies place a few times a week, wether it was him asking you for a special something, or you asking it in return.
everyone in the house just thought the two of you were simply hanging out in his room, maybe playing a few video games with him, or even making tiktoks.
they have no idea the two of you are doing a lot more than that.
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“v-vin, wait.” you stutter out as the boy on top of you keeps marking you up. you try to push him off to no avail.
you try again, pushing a little harder on his chest this time. “vinnie.” you manage to say his full name this time, earning a smirk against your skin in return.
vinnie loves hearing his name come from you when he’s got you like this. the way your voice either comes out in a barely audible whisper or moan is so hot to him.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, finally removing his face from your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “not up for it anymore?” he questions.
you chuckle slightly with a slap to his arm, knowing full well that you are in fact up for this, and he knows it too.
although, it is sweet of him to ask, he’s always been that way with you ever since you two started the whole “friends with benefits” thing.
you sit up slightly, looking up at the boy above you with a smile. “i’m actually so up for this, but is anyone here?” you ask, not seeing anyone when you arrived.
vinnie kissed you before answering. “yeah, but just be quiet and we’ll be good.” he tells you with a smirk.
the two of you know that it’s a challenge for you to be quiet when you’re together, but it’s not impossible.
before you have a chance to say anything in return, vinnie already has you stripped down to have you in your underwear.
it was no shock for you, considering his message from earlier sounded very needy.
to be fair, so were you, it was an extremely stressful day.
vinnie had already made his way down to your stomach, leaving kisses all over, making you feel so cared for.
he tugged at the waistband of your panties, asking for permission to take them off.
you nodded with a faint “yes” in reply, vinnie wasted no time removing them from your hips.
“so pretty.” he said as he swiped his finger up your slit, making you arch your back slightly.
as soon as he attaches his lips to your clit, you can’t help but moan at the feeling, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle it.
vinnie laughs as he looks up at you, a smirk spread across his beautiful face.
“be quiet or they’ll hear you. no one can hear your pretty moans but me.” he told you before dipping his face in between your thighs again.
circling his tongue around your clit, he dips his middle finger into your aching cunt, making you buck your hips at the feeling.
“mmh, vin.” you whine as you feel him push another finger inside you.
his movements didn’t slow down and before you knew it, you could feel the knot tighten in your stomach.
gripping his hair, you tried your best to suppress a moan from slipping out. “baby, i’m gonna-“
vinnie’s pace quickened if that was even possible, cutting you off, he removed his mouth from you but kept his fingers pumping harder than before.
“be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart,” the blonde told you, lowering back down to suck your bundle of nerves again.
removing your hands from his hair, you tightly grip the bedsheets as you cum all over your best friends face.
coming down from your high, you laugh a bit at what just happened. no matter how long you guys have done this, it still sort of shocks you.
vinnie however, finds no humor in this at all. he stands up from the bottom of the bed and you can see the very prominent boner in his sweatpants.
you smirk. “want some help with that, pretty boy?” you ask, making him groan as he climbs on the bed.
kissing you roughly, you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly.
you somehow get the strength to flip you guys over so he’s below you. he’d never admit it to you, but he finds it so hot when you’re on top.
you mark up his neck, making sure to do the same things he did to you, if he can mark you up, you can too.
“baby, please.” vinnie pleads, making you smile. now he knows how you feel.
kissing down his stomach, you pay extra attention to the tattoos, you love kissing each and every one of them.
“what do you want, my love?” you ask, knowing full well what he wants.
vinnie shifts uncomfortably under you, the throbbing in his pants becoming unbearable. “touch me, suck me off. fuck, anything.”
smiling, you get in the same position he was in moments ago, this time, you aren’t laying on your stomach.
the minute you get his boxers off and his dick springs free the man is already hissing, the cold air hitting him like a bus.
wrapping your hand around him, he pushes his head back in the pillow, feeling nothing but pleasure.
“fuck baby, you’re so good.” he praises you, a smile spreads across your lips.
after jerking him off to get him riled up, you finally wrap your lips around him, earning a loud moan from the man above you.
lifting off, you giggle at vinnie, finding it funny how he told you to be quiet but now he’s the one making all the noise.
“stay quiet, vin. don’t want anyone hearing, remember?” you remind him, earning a scoff in return.
going back down on him, you wrap your hand around what can’t fit in your mouth, vinnie loving every minute of it.
deciding to tease him, you kitten lick his tip, loving the feeling of him going absolutely crazy above you.
“keep doing that and i’ll cum down that pretty throat of yours.” he warns, but no surprise to him, you love that warning.
you continue your actions, reaching down lower to cup one of his balls in your hand, giving it a firn squeeze.
“fuck, princess,” he moans, gripping the sheets. “you drive me fucking insane.”
moaning against him, that’s what tips the boy over the edge, barely giving you a warning that he’s about to spill into your mouth.
“sweetheart, i’m cumming-“ he cuts himself off with a semi-loud moan, having to cover his mouth with his hand.
when you feel him cum down your throat you feel nothing but throbbing between your legs once again.
you give vinnie a minute to come down, but before you can get a word out he has you back against the mattress with him hovering over you.
“i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk, understand?” he asks, you nod, needing nothing more than him inside you at this point.
he slides his dick against your folds, making you gasp at the feeling, that gasp soon turns into a moan the minute he’s inside you.
“jesus, baby you feel so good.” he groans as he bottoms out.
vinnie scoots you by your ass so you can wrap your legs around him. you do, holding on to his shoulders tightly too.
his thrusts are slow and deep, wanting to feel every part of you, but soon slow and deep turns into desperation.
all that’s heard in the room is skin slapping and the whimpers that leave your mouth. you scratch vinnies back as he hits a paticulary sensitive spot.
“ah, vin, right there.” you moan as he thrusts harder into you.
you earn a smile from in in return, he leans down to wrap his lips around your right breast, sucking harshly so he leaves a mark.
“yeah, you like that, baby? like my big cock filling you up? such a good girl for me, aren’t you princess?”
you try your hardest to not be too loud, but with his praises entering your ears, you can’t help but moan loudly.
“shh, remember what i told you, love. these walls aren’t thick.” he tells you as you cover yet another moan that leaves your lips.
vinnie feels too good not to let out noise, that’s how you tell him you’re enjoying it.
vinnie reaches down to toy at your clit, making your legs shake and hips buck.
the knot in your stomach appears again and you can barely get out the words to vinnie. “v-v, gonna cum. gonna cum so hard.” you whine, feeling the knot burst faster and faster.
vinnie thrusts harder, biting his lip and giving you a sly smile. “cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock for me.”
with one last final thrust, you squeeze around vinnie’s cock and paint it white, moaning as you come down from your high.
vinnie helps you ride it out, keeping his pace slow so you don’t get overstimulated. that doesn’t stay for long though, soon he’s back to his hard pace, needing to chase his own high.
“good girl,” he strokes your cheek, stopping his movements for a moment. “such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”
the praises get to your head and soon you’re a whimpering mess for him again, squeezing around his dick.
“mmh, fuck, gonna cum, princess. gonna paint that pretty pussy of yours, shit.” he rambles.
vinnie soon releases inside of you with a loud groan, making you giggle at his noises.
he falls down onto you, wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you tightly, feeling your rapid heartbeat.
you kiss his head, he nuzzles into your chest more as you do.
“you’re such a big baby.” you tell him, vinnie just scoffs as he sits up.
he rolls over onto your side, kissing your temple before you snuggle into him.
vinnie wraps his arms around you, loving the aftercare routine you guys have created.
“you did good for me, i’m proud of you.” he says, making you blush slightly.
snuggling into his chest, you kiss the ‘break my heart’ tattoo on his chest, smiling to yourself.
“someone definitely heard us.” you tell him and he chuckles.
“oh, for sure.”
hey !! sorry if this was shit, i’m rusty to smut, although i read a lot of it 😭 i hope you enjoyed, as always requests are open !! <3
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The Nine Circles of Hell: Dead Friend Forever, Episode 7
First, a trigger warning: I'll be discussing themes of revenge porn, grooming, statutory rape, sexual coercion.
I'm going to discuss this episode with as much upmost care as I can, due to the sheer amount of sensitive material that came out of this week's episode I will also not being using any explicit scene screen captures from this episode. If there's anything you'd like to me to take out or want a more in depth conversation, feel free to use either of my message boxes.
Last week I said DFF had more to offer than just being a campy 90s slasher remake. While I first thought we were already in the depths of hell, thematically, with Non getting beaten by the mafia, I didn't expect this week's episode to somehow double that pain. But here we are. I was lulled into false security with the 5 minute montage of getting to know what Phee and Non's relationship was like. I should have remembered that I'm definitely watching the wrong genre when I expected more of those moments.
Non and Phee
This episode really continues and expands the idea that humans are not these clear-cut, unambiguous, good-or-bad beings that idea has now been depicted through Non and his relationship with Phee. Non has so much love to give and so much want for being loved, it's what leads to Phee in the first place, but it's also what leads to his downfall. Because Non loves so much and so hard, it's also why he wasn't ecstatic that Phee had to lie to his father and say that he was involved, just to get him out of trouble with the police. What started like a sweet date turns a bit bitter, because Non is seeing the consequences of his actions not only affect himself but also the others that he loves. It's also why he couldn't tell Phee about the sheer amount he owed Tee's uncle, because he was now well aware that if Phee found out, he would get himself involved.
Non lies and manipulates Phee, he tells him time and time again that nothing happened between him and Mr. Kreng. Non swears to Phee that he isn't lying to him and that he won't keep any secrets from him anymore. It pains him to do so, he's barely holding himself together by the end of a thread thread once he's Phee's arms and his face is hidden from Phee's view. Yet, he does. He keeps it a secret how big of a hole he has found himself in, because he doesn't want to drag Phee down with him. Non says it himself to Jin, he doesn't want to be burden, he'll figure it out himself. It's a direct parallel to the bigger issues that Non is finding himself in beyond just within the 'movie set'. He has the 300 million baht hanging over his head, his parents (in his point of view) regret having him and find that he does is bring embarrassment to the family, and now he has another adult willing to give him the 300 million baht with a fake sense of care. So he found, what he believes to be, a solution that would get rid of the 300 million baht debt and all it requires is giving up a piece of himself, but at least it won't come at a cost of burdening his parents or Phee.
In trying to protect Phee, his lies ends up costing him the one he loves the most, Phee. Now from this point on, this is all speculation, but when Phee accused Non of 'always doing this', I'm not in the camp that believes that Phee is accusing Non about being a serial cheater. I see why people are in that camp, but I initially jumped to that conclusion as well. Now, I'm more in the line that Phee is accusing of Non always feeding him lies, even after explicitly promising him that he wouldn't. After putting his neck out for him, after letting Non do things his way as long as he promised to tell him the truth, Non goes back to telling lies. Phee lashes out, and at the end of the day he's still a teenager, so he hits Non's weakest point. Just get lost and die. The very words that likely haunt Phee in the present-day, now as an adult. And Non's holds the broken bracelet, punishing himself, because he knew that there was no coming back from losing his lifeline.
Non and Mr. Kreng (Please keep my trigger warnings in mind, they will be heavily discussed in this section.)
Statutory Rape. Grooming. Coerced Sexual Relations. Nonconsensual Sex. Molestation. Sexual Assault. Sexual Abuse. Those are all words to describe the relationship that occurred between Non and Mr. Keng. Let's call exactly what it is. I think I'll lose my mind if I have to see someone another person call Non a cheater. There is no cheating when there is statutory rape.
Non is literally at the end of his rope, Mr. Keng clocked that immediately. He knew that Non was isolated, that he was completely othered by his classmates, he believes that Non has nobody else to turn to, and he knows that Non is in deep in a scam that target teens. In his eyes, he found the perfect victim.
Non is taken advantage of by a person in power, a person that he should be able to trust. Non isn't naïve, he clocked that Mr. Keng wanted something from him since the moment they first met. But he is vulnerable. He's being extorted by the mafia and he sees someone offering him the money that he needs to put an end to that. In his eyes, it was a way out, a means to an end that just cost him a piece of his soul. I truly think Non rationalized it to himself as prostituting himself, because he knew that money was never coming without a price. No matter how much Mr. Keng tried to sell it as 'brotherly' love.
But at the end of the day, it does not matter what Non believed or rationalized, because Mr. Keng was the adult in the situation. He had a duty, as a teacher, to protect Non and provide a safe classroom environment. Instead he target, manipulates, and coerces Non into having sexual relations with him. He knows the power imbalance he holds, first as a teacher and then with the 300 million baht he 'gave' him. Mr. Keng, knowing that Non's not close to his 'friends', physically isolates him. He takes him to his office that's half-lit, located in a long hallway with, seemingly, very little foot traffic. He prods at Non, asking what's been bothering him and has him visibly become emotional, before offering his care. He's a complete and utter predator, in every sense of the term.
I hope he dies a long, painful death.
Non and Jin
First and foremost, whether or not Jin was ultimately the one that posted the video does not matter. Filming a classmate being sexually assaulted is still child porn at the very least and, possibly, revenge porn (if he disseminated the video) at the worst. I was on the same boat as @respectthepetty and their take that Jin had to be the worst of them all. Like they said in that post, Jin is a coward and he even admits to it. There's nothing more cowardly than hiding behind a door, filming you supposed 'friend' getting sexually abused by your teacher, and then even considering putting up on social media for revenge because your heart is broken.
Yes, Top framed Non. Yes, Por demanded (and bullied) money from Non. Yes, Tee brought Non to the mafia. Those are all very bad things, don't get me wrong. All the physical and mental abuse they put Non through was hell. Yet, Jin was the only one aware that Non had already been seeing someone, which seemingly had upset him already. Then he sees him with Mr. Keng and instead of reporting that his alleged friend was being assaulted, he gets angry and films Non at his most vulnerable point in life. Even Fluke didn't want any part of that.
Jin takes away Non's dignity. And at the end of the day, it doesn't matter whether he uploaded it online or not, he was still the one to film, transfer that file onto his computer, and contemplate whether he was going to post it or not. At every point since he found that Non and Mr. Kreng were in that room, he rendered Non powerless. That video would have never been uploaded if it hadn't existed in the first place. With just a point of a camera and click of a button, he is revictimizing Non every. single. time. that video is opened and seen by another person.
There are no words to fully describe or explain that kind of trauma that he has subjected Non to.
Final Thoughts
This episode was nauseating. It honestly took me about two hours just to get to the end. Usually, I can watch through a show I enjoy really quickly, but this episode was so hard to digest. And that's simply due to how realistic they are approaching the subject of Non and Mr. Keng.
Barcode and Ta really are the stars of the show. I'm not saying that the other castmates aren't amazing in their roles, but man TaBarcode really know are hitting every single emotional beat. I was never a TaBarcode nor a MacauChay girlie, but man Be On Cloud has truly brought out their best this time around. Even though I fully know we are heading towards an incredibly heart wrenching ending for PheeNon, I can't help but want to hoard and scramble for moments of them together.
It's crazy how well, everyone was able to pull their weight this episode. There were so many moments that with less talented, less experienced actors, could have fallen flat, but they didn't. Ta and Barcode's PheeNon was so incredibly heart-beating, butterfly inducing before we were brought back into their reality outside of their relationship. 2J and Barcode's scenes were.... so disgustingly real, for lack of better words. I knew that storyline was never going to end well but it had been more than I ever expected Be On Cloud to release. They're tackling such real issues that weigh on teens with incredible tact, there's no romanticizing what happened. Even Phee's reaction was so understandable when you put yourself in the shoes of a teenager.
I'll reiterate again and again, whatever you think about Be On Cloud as a management company, as a production company, they really are breaking boundaries and doing something right. Whatever happens in the second half, I think I'll be here, recovering, for a long time.
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 2
Part 1 | Now on AO3
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When Eddie's almost fourteen, he gets Of course I can handle it by myself, and he wants desperately to know what his soulmate is lying about being able to handle - wants desperately to tell his soulmate that he doesn't have to do it by himself, that Eddie's right here.
The summer of '80, a few weeks before he's due to start high school, Eddie gets I don't think of you all that often anyway, and his heart jumps. He knows it's not directed at him. It can't be - it's one of the hardfast rules.
Lies of omission don't count, half truths don't count, joking usually doesn't count, and it only counts if you're saying the lie to someone, not just telling yourself. So whoever his soulmate is talking to - they do think about this person often, even if they feel like they have to pretend they don't.
But it gives Eddie an idea.
"I don't think about my soulmate very much," he tells Uncle Wayne the next morning.
Wayne raises one eyebrow at him, and Eddie - realizes he didn't exactly think this through, did he?
"I just-" he starts, then stops, realizing that if he lies, it'll show up on his soulmate's skin, and that kind of ruins the grand statement he was trying to make. "I wanted them to know."
Wayne's expression softens. He doesn't say anything about the fact that Eddie had said them and not her, he just claps him on the shoulder and ruffles his hair.
"You're a good kid," he says gruffly, as Eddie bats him away.
Two days later, Eddie sees, Oh, yeah, same. I don't believe you can miss your soulmate before you've even met them.
He doesn't even try to put a damper on his elation. Instead, he rushes out to where Uncle Wayne is watching TV, some old Western, and says, "I don't miss my soulmate, either."
Uncle Wayne looks startled, but he must guess what's going on when he sees Eddie twisting around to examine his arms and bare torso, because he just gives a grunt in response.
It's stupid to think you understand someone just because you know what lies they tell.
Eddie feels like his heart is beating out of his chest, and he's smiling so wide it almost hurts. "I haven't felt like I understand my soulmate. I don't get some of the things on my skin."
Uncle Wayne is looking at him a little more closely. "You sure this is what you want?"
Eddie waves him off, holding his breath as he waits.
I don't get it, man, don't look at me for answers.
"I don't want to keep talking to my soulmate."
There's a long wait after that, so long that Eddie starts to think that was it. But about a half an hour later, hope to see you soon appears just below his ribcage, and Eddie's blooming all over with happiness.
Sucks for the person that his soulmate was talking to, of course, since they were clearly lying about wanting to see them soon, but he knows that they chose that particular phrasing because they wanted Eddie to see it. His stupid idea worked, and he's not going to stop it now.
His soulmate seems to be of the same opinion, because the pseudo conversation keeps up.
Eddie tells Uncle Wayne that he hates reading, that he never wants to see a guitar again, that his favorite season isn't winter, that he knows how to swim and isn't terrified of learning, that he hates spicy food and white chocolate and floral teas and strong coffee and butterflies, that he loves pop music and pastel colors and silverfish.
It gets him a few new books, a second hand acoustic guitar - and, unfortunately, swimming lessons - but it also gets him a wealth of information about his soulmate. He learns that his soulmate likes autumn best, that he's been swimming since before he could walk, that he plays the piano, that he likes spicy food, too, but he prefers dark chocolate and hot apple cider, that he loves cricket bugs but hates house centipedes, that he's not allowed to read comic books anymore but he misses them.
Eddie wonders who his soulmate talks to, when they do this. Uncle Wayne will at least have enough of a half assed conversation with him to support him gaming the system, but his soulmate's replies are usually stilted enough that he can tell it's not the same. They're suited for a different conversation, only related to what Eddie said if he looks for it.
It makes him imagine his soulmate sitting up at night talking on the phone with a friend, trying to hold two conversations at once, thinking carefully about his phrasing - all for Eddie. He can't help the way it makes him feel so much less alone, makes him feel special.
Eddie's extra cautious about telling lies, now that he and his soulmate are talking, and he likes to think his soulmate is doing the same.
They both slip up sometimes, though, and Eddie gets pretty good at figuring out what was meant for him and what wasn't. He gets things like I don't think you're sending me some very mixed signals, here and right, that makes it very clear and I won't be careful that he never responds to, figuring they're actually meant for whoever he's talking to and not for Eddie.
It makes slogging through his first year of high school much more interesting, at least.
"No ma'am, I'm not bored by the way you teach math," he tells his math teacher with a winning smile.
I find the way you teach history as a list of facts and dates for us to memorize very important.
"I don't wonder how we're supposed to retain all of this and regurgitate it on command."
It's stupid to make little songs out of the things you're supposed to remember, it doesn't help at all.
Really, his soulmate is so cute Eddie can never keep himself from grinning when he gets a response.
He never wants to stop.
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Behind The Facades | Part I
An unrequited pining over a certain super soldier.
Summary: In which Y/N is pining over Bucky while she watch him wrap his arms around someone else.
Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)
Words: 1.2k++
Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader
Warnings: angst. just pure angst and pain.
P/S: i'm feeling melancholy all of the sudden, therefore this idea was born. It's a very short one but I hope you enjoy!
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"Never let your true feelings show." was one and if not the most important lesson Y/N learned from where she was trained before becoming an agent under the avengers program.
It was so deeply etched within her very being, that the habit had became as natural as breathing the air into her lungs.
"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you." They said.
So, she did exactly that.
She giggled when Bucky told her about how he managed to make a fool of himself when he attempted to flirt a girl that he had fallen for at that bar he regularly went to.
He really shouldn't read those random top 10 pickuplines articles on Google anymore.
Tears were threaten to fall, as her shoulders shook in silent laughter, "Really, Barnes? I thought you were the ladies man back in the 40's"
"Exactly. 'Were' . Now, I am clearly not. Urghh, I can't believe I let that birdbrain convince me that these 'pickuplines' would do the trick."
Despite his gruff annoyance towards Sam, she could see a tinge of red shade on Bucky's cheek; probably feel embarrassed from what happened.
Gulping down whatever drink he had in his glass Bucky huffed, "Honestly, I don't think any sane person would even consider to approach me, let alone date me." His sharp gaze wavered into something more vulnerable.
Though he didn't mention anything about his history but when he shifted his view to the metal of his left hand, Y/N knew what he meant.
Y/N gaze softens, "I'm here with you. Am I not?" Her nails dug into the skin of her thighs as she held back from wanting to touch him, kiss him, hold him; to whisper sweet nothings in his ears in hopes that it would shut whatever doubts he has of himself even for just a moment.
There was a swift glaze over Bucky's eyes. As if he realized something but his words seems to deny his revelation, "I said 'sane person', Y/N."
Y/N gasped with an exaggerated perplex on her expression, "Sargent James Buchanan Barnes..." she purposely called him by his title, hoping it will remind him that he should have the reputation of a respectful man, "... are you accusing me of losing my sanity?"
Bucky shrugs with a face of pure innocence, "In this tower? We all are. But, especially you." a playful smirk tugged the corner of his lips as he waited to witness her reaction.
She stifled a laugh when she heard a knock on her door and then greeted by what looked like a mountain flower, and in between them was Bucky.
He had impulsively bought almost half a dozen bouquet of flowers because he couldn't decided which one of them is pretty enough for his date.
He shyly laughed it off when she told him "You could've face-timed me at the shop instead of ended up buying this much of flowers, Buck."
"God, you're right, doll. Why didn't I thought of that?" He frowned as he sighed.
"Because you're old and forgetful, that's why." Y/N teased as she leaned to the door frame, arms folded across her chest.
Bucky rolled his eyes before sending a glare towards her, "You're not going to stop mentioning my age in everything, are you?" he grumbled.
He might not know it but Y/N managed to noticed a tiny pout on his lips; something only, as they said, Steve can notice. That slight difference on his lowers lips; a very minimal protrude, barely noticable.
But secretly, she can see it too. And it was something she wished she could brag about, something she could tell the world; how lucky she was to be able to notice those little things about him.
She chuckled with an answer, "Never."
Another grumble escaped from Bucky somewhere behind the bouquets, before he presented a particular set towards Y/N, "Anyway, this is for you." He acts reluctant but she knew he was always sincere with actions.
Her eyes skimmed through the gorgeous arrangement of daisies; her favourite.
For a mere second, she let her heart flutter and a genuine smile bloomed on her lips; however the truth was not supposed to surface.
If Bucky was not blinded by the bouquet, he would've seen how the joyous glint her eyes faded even if her smile was still intact.
"Bribery is an act against the law, you do know that right, Sargent?" Nevertheless, her hands reached out to take the gift.
Bucky chuckled in response, "Yes, ma'am. I do."
She smiled when Bucky's love-struck gaze shines when he told her about his first kiss with that lucky lady, during one of those midnight coffee trips she share with him at the pantry.
He should've seen how beautiful he looked that night; free of worries and caught in pure joy.
"It was..." Bucky sighed in content; he was so happy he lost his words. As he tried to find the right description of the kiss, she could see his gaze softens.
Y/N knew he was recalling the kiss, but she couldn't help but to fall for him all over again; not that it's not a recurring event everyday but she really did felt as if her heart stopped for more than necessary.
'He's so happy.' She thought to herself. 'Then, I should be happy for him too'
So she did exactly how it supposed to be done.
"Mirror their feelings; that way your true feelings will never show."
Y/N did exactly that.
That one habit that had lead Y/N to countless of undercover missions.
The same missions that left Y/N with one of the highest rate of successful inflitration, unharmed.
And yet, the facade she wore seemed to failed her this time.
Why didn't work?
Why does it hurts?
The longer she kept the mask on, the more it burns from within.
"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you."
Then, why does her heart aches as if it was falling apart?
Y/N could feel how weak her knees were becoming, she had to lean on counter tops for support. The slow ballad filling the living room, leaking to the pantry from where she stood and watched.
Oh, she loved this song.
She wrapped her shivering hands around the warm cup of coffee that she made as she watched the couple danced. And the longer her longing gaze linger on Bucky, the blurrier her vision get.
"Y/N..." Natasha softly grazed the side of Y/N's arm. How could she not notice Natasha coming in. Must have been her widow effect.
"You're breaking, honey." Natasha was meaning to imply about Y/N's heart but she was so set on hiding her feelings she thought Natasha meant differently, "I know." She replied as she sipped on the warm drink.
Her facades are breaking.
Her hazy vision remained on the, now shadows of the dancing couple, "I will put up a new one." She didn't even notice how her own voice cracked.
Tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "Just let this one crumble." Her lips trembled as she told the truth, "Cause I don't think I can fix this."
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A/N: I'm thinking to have more of this couple; should i do it? Any thoughts?
#winterarmyyfics#behind the facades au#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#avenger!bucky#bucky angst
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Hello. I hope your doing well. I would like to request a Rhea Ripley X Pregnant Reader where reader and Rhea is planning a gender reveal and Choose to do it live on Monday Night Raw as reader is about to take maternity leave and is very emotional cause the wwe has been her dream since she was little girl so she ends up celebrating with the wwe universe and the locker rooms. If not I'll understand. Thanks you 😊
Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Pregnant Reader, Fluffy
A/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long. My brain was malfunctioning on how to even start this lol. Honestly idek if i like this, but I hope this is somewhat what you wanted! 😭
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Big Dreams Let To This
You were in bed with Rhea, facing upwards the back of your head laying on her chest, her hand gently rubbing your belly. You were about 19 weeks pregnant and had just gotten the gender of your baby but had asked your doctor not to tell you, so you had the envelope with the gender on the bedside table. You and Rhea had been cuddling trying to decide how to do this gender reveal. You thought about doing it as a small gathering with both of your families and friends, but that just didn’t feel right for you guys. There was also the fact that all of your friends were wrestle and barely had any time off, Rhea also didn’t have that much time off, and to get both your families here at a time were everyone was free was harder than one would think. You also wanted to include the fans in some way, but you weren’t sure how.
“Well baby why don’t we just do it Monday at Raw ? All of our friends will be there and the show is where your parents live” Rhea suggested a smile on her face before she even said it. Your eyes immediately lit up at the idea. You would have everything you wanted, your friends and family, you would get to do it at a wrestling show, which has been your entire life sense you were a little girl, the people you do this for -other than yourself - the fans, would be there. It was perfect, well almost, there was no way Rhea’s family was gonna be able to make it for Raw in time.
"What about your family ? We can't do this without them... this isn't just about me. It's about us and our family." you said with a small smile on your face, your eyes a little glossy as this perfect idea didn't seem as perfect anymore.
Rhea lightly kissed your head a smile on her face, which made you frown, wondering why she would be smiling right now. "Well, my sweet girl, I already saved them tickets to the show, and their on their way right now. They should be lading tomorrow morning" you eyes lit up like Christmas lights a big smile adorning your face.
Rhea had already planned it out beforehand. She had the idea of doing the gender reveal at Raw for a little while, but she wasn't sure how you would react. Either way, whether that idea ended up happening or you did it another way, she knew the gender reveal was happening this week, so she bought her parents and sister plane tickets to where this week's show was happening and saved them Raw tickets just incase. Her family was gonna ride with you guys and stay at your house for the week either way so no matter your preference, Rhea knew it was going to work out.
You didn't even question her. You were just happy this was gonna happen the way you never ever knew you needed it to happen. You turned your head a little a kissed Rhea softly but passionately. You slowly sperated putting your foreheads together your eyes starting to get teary.
"What's wrong, lovely ?" You softly chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. "These are happy tears. I can't believe this happening"
Next Monday night, you were backstage sitting in the judgments club house. Damian and Dom were sitting beside you, Finn was sitting on the floor stretching, getting ready for his match, which was happening before your announcement. Rhea was making sure both your families were settled before coming back to the clubhouse.
"Fams all good, you guys ready ?" The boys all nodded and stood up, getting their final stretches in before the had to go out there. Rhea went over to you and helped you get up before holding your hand and giving you a quick kiss.
"When the match is over and it's just us in the ring, you can come out, okay ? Not before that, though, please, I don't want you getting hurt, either of you, " Rhea said before bending down and kissing you belly, then kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded, loving Rhea's caring side. You wished her and the boys good luck before they walked out when their theme song started. You stayed behind in gorilla watching the match and waiting for your que to come out.
The match had been intense, Dom, Damian, and Rhea getting involved when they could without the Ref seeing and helping Finn get the win. Once their song started playing and all four of them stood in the middle of the ring celebrating, you got closer to the curtains, ready to go out there. You were nervous but also very excited.
"Well, well, well, would you look at that ? another win for the judgment day." Rhea said before doing her evil laugh. Some people cheered while others booed. Damian continued saying how everyone needed to Rise for the judgment day, Finn celebrated his win, saying they were the most dominant faction in all of wwe. Dom tried to talk but wasn't able to beacuse of the boos. Rhea shouted into the mic, telling the wwe universe to shut up, not only because of their stupid booing for Dom but also because they had another celebration to be had. At that, the crowd calmed down and started listening.
In that moment, your theme song started blasting, and you came out with a microphone in hand. People started cheering as they hadn't seen you in a while with you being on leave. Rhea sat on the second rope and held your hand, helping you climb in. You smiled at her and walked to the middle of the ring surrounded by your Judgment Day Family. You took a deep breath and listened to people cheering your name, your eyes already watering thanks to those damn hormones.
"I love you guys... I love you and this job so much... which is why I- no, we are here to share some big news with ya'll" you said, holding Rhea's hand.
"This industry has been a big part of my life sense I was little girl, and it will always be a big part of my life and now it's gonna be a big part of our babies life. This is why I wanted to share our babies gender here, surrounded by my family, my friends, you guys, the fans, inside a wwe ring. " Your face was already covered in tears thinking about your baby and how much you're gonna do so they have the best life you can possibly give them. Everyone started cheering just as excited to know the baby's gender as you were.
"Mami... wanna do the honors. " Rhea smiled before walking over to the ropes where the Pyro guys were handing her a remote, which controlled the pryo in the arena. You took a deep breath before everyone started counting down. "3... 2... 1..." Rhea pressed the button and pink Pyro, and confetti started going all around the Arena. You started crying and hugged Rhea, the boys gave you guys a moment before also joining in on the family hug.
After celebrating with the wwe universe you went backstage with Rhea and the boys. Right as you passed through the curtains all your friends were there congratulating you and giving you hugs. This was perfect, all you needed now was to see your family.
"Babe the boys are gonna get changed really quickly and then we can go find our fams and go out for dinner okay?" Rhea said once you were able to get away to a more quite area now that all the congrats had been given. You nodded and gave her a bright smile before waiting for them all to get ready.
Once everyone was ready you all meet with yours and Rheas families for dinner. You all talked and ate for a few hours. There sitting with your family - both blood and soul - you smiled. Your babygirl would be spoiled that for sure, but you wouldn't want it any other way. You were gonna give her the best life and you wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else than the people surrounding you and it's all thanks to a little girl with a big dream of getting to the wwe.
#rhea ripley fanfiction#rhea ripley x reader#the judgement day#rhea ripley#wwe fanfiction#fem x fem#rhea ripley x fem reader
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delicate - jamie tartt
fandom: ted lasso
wc: 3,589
warnings: no mentions of specific pronouns for reader, jamie being a lil self deprecating, mentions of his dad, allusions to smut but, like, barely. set in season 2.
summary: jamie hadn’t planned on dating. his reputation’s never been worse. but then he met you.
masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi
Jamie’s nervous.
This shouldn’t even be happening. Dating had been the last thing on his mind after his life fell apart. Leaving Man City, joining and being kicked out of a reality show, and coming back to Richmond with his tail between his legs– it had all been a domino effect; a very bad, terrible, decision after another.
Jamie hadn’t planned on dating. His reputation’s never been worse. But then he met you.
He’d gone out to some dive bar with a so-called friend of his– some guy he met during the production of Love Island that loved weed and Jamie’s connections– on a fucking Tuesday, of all days. Jamie was supposed to be in bed because training started at 7 sharp the next morning, and the last thing he needed was to show up late and tired. Instead, he’d been in a back alleyway behind a club downtown, moping and drinking his third fruity drink of the night, sweet and heavy with alcohol.
It was a stupid idea, but he was lonely. The certified-prick plaque that he usually wore so proudly wasn’t so shiny anymore and his dad had been blowing up his phone about everything he was doing wrong– what he wore, how he combed his hair, who he hung out with, the failures that landed him back at Richmond.
Jamie had been in need of alcohol and human company and up to that point of the night he was 50% on his way. He was considering finishing his drink and calling it a night when the muffled beat of the music inside the building exploded behind him, becoming so much louder it rattled his teeth.
Someone came out the back door, he realized. You; pretty with your own drink in hand, looking around. Your eyes fell on him and he sat a little straighter on the curb, unsure of what kind of attention he was gonna get.
You blinked. “Oh. Hi. I wasn’t expecting anyone here.”
“Sorry,” he answered automatically. He’d been doing a lot of apologies as of late. “Was a bit stuffy in there, ain’t it? It’s usually alone in here.”
He expected his accent to be a dead giveaway, gearing himself up for a photo or an autograph or a rant about something he’d done to upset you somehow. Instead, you smiled at him and turned towards the ground, shy.
Cute, Jamie had thought. He’d been doomed from the start.
“Yeah. Don’t know what we were thinking, going out on a Tuesday,” you’d rolled your eyes, referring to the group of friends that had refused to take no for an answer and dragged you clubbing not even halfway through the week. “Like a hangover’s exactly what I need to get through this week.”
“That bad, huh,” Jamie raised his eyebrows in amusement, watching you huff and puff under the streetlight the back of the club offered. He hoped you couldn’t see him very well, his dark jeans and Nikes along with his designer shirt were pretty much footballer prick Jamie Tartt’s trademark, recognizable even to the worst of drunks. But Jamie didn’t want to be recognized, he just wanted to talk to someone.
“You wouldn’t believe me,” you huffed, sipping your drink and obviously giving him an out. You’d both come out here for some peace and quiet, after all, but Jamie was done with quiet.
He wanted his friends back. He wanted his efforts to be noticed, for his dad to leave him alone, and to enjoy the company of a pretty stranger at the back of a bar.
So instead of following your cue, he patted the spot next to him, looking up at you with an attentive expression. “Try me.”
And so you did. You sat next to him and talked until three in the morning. Suddenly the bar was closing and the dark cloud that hung over Jamie’s head for months was momentarily dispersed in your presence. He went home with your number on a napkin and less than four hours to catch up on sleep before he had to go to work, but a happy man.
And, okay, look. Jamie’s popularity is– in the dumps, really. It’s all negativity at this point, and he usually balanced it with good football, but that was back when he took any honest criticism of his person as petty jealousy. Now, with his shattered self-image and after becoming the internet’s laughing stock, he’s been trying his best to keep his head down
since the media and most of England trashes him whenever he dares to take a breath in public.
At least his mum’s talking to him again, or rather Jamie’s finally picking up when she calls, but things still don’t feel right. He’s playing and getting enough minutes but it’s not a victory if he can’t hug his teammates when he scores a goal. If he comes home to an empty apartment and no messages on his phone, no one to celebrate the night with.
So, pretty much everyone hates him. Even Keeley’s bordering on forced politeness these days, which says a lot about how badly Jamie’s done it this time, and yet–
And yet.
“The fuck are you smiling about?” Isaac grunted when he caught sight of Jamie biting back a grin while typing, lacking his usual bruv. Still in the doghouse, apparently. “Won’t kill you to be early for once, ey? Put that fucking thing away.”
Jamie did, not before a quick look at his texts before pressing send.
hey
its jamie from the bar??
was wondering if u wanted to go out sometime. i really enjoyed spending the other night with u
He spent all training missing his cues, taking fouls from his teammates, and making Ted’s mustache twitch with… not disappointment but something. It made him a little nervous, but any thought about it flew out his head when he got his hands on his phone at the end of the day, your notifications on his lock screen.
Hi, I’d love to!
I really enjoyed being with you too :)
Is tomorrow night too early?
It wasn’t. But your schedules were nightmares to line up and you spent almost three weeks trying to catch up to each other. You had a work thing, Jamie came back too tired from a game, you had a friend visit, another game was rescheduled… You name it. Anything that could’ve stopped that date from happening happened.
But neither of you were giving up. While you couldn’t see each other, your text thread grew and grew and grew, never running out of things to talk about. Despite having seen you only once in person, Jamie was pretty sure he knew you better than he’d ever know other girlfriends and boyfriends he’d had.
When you texted him to get a good night's sleep and when he told you to get home safe, he pretended, only with a little shame, that this was something you did all the time. That when you were on your way to your place he’d be there waiting for you, asleep on the couch because he tried to stay up for you. When you wished him sweet dreams he’d imagine you next to him, tucked close against his side.
He pretended he was yours. All the damn time.
And this– today– when the planets finally align and a version of his illusions happens to come true, he’s nervous. Can’t help it, no matter how well it’s going. And it is going well, with Jamie in your apartment where you’d set up a nice dinner for both of you, the date you’ve been talking about for almost a month. He would’ve suggested his own place, but it’s filled with football memorabilia and awards he doesn’t want to explain yet.
He likes how you treat him. You talk to him like he’s a normal bloke you met at a bar and not a celebrity you’re too afraid to even joke around with.
“Oh, dinner looks ace, love.”
“Yeah? If I accidentally poison you at least it’ll taste good.”
“I’ll die chuffed, at least.”
A snort. “You’re so fucking British.”
“Oh, bug off, please! Thanks! Cheerio!”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Didn’t know you were so religious.”
“What can I say, Jay, you make me feel closer to God.”
“Ha! Haven’t even kissed you, yet.”
“You seem awfully confident.”
“Night’s very young, angelface.”
It’s so easy, being with you. Being himself with you.
So what if you barely even know each other? He already knows all about your childhood dog and you’ve been made aware of what’s it like to grow up in Manchester. But shit, just because Jamie wants to bare his soul to you maybe it doesn’t mean he should. He could at least wait until you’ve seen each other in person more than twice, and yet.
And yet.
He’s at your place, looking at your record collection, running his fingers over the spines of the books on your shelves. He just ate the pizza you cooked– vegan, because he did mention sometime in the past weeks that he’s on a strict diet regime and the fact that you remembered makes him wanna cry a little.
He likes you so much. Doesn’t he owe it to you to be honest?
“I gotta tell you something,” he pipes up, obviously catching you off-guard.
“Alright,” you say slowly, leaving your wine glass on the coffee table and scooting to give him space on the couch, arms wrapped around your legs. “Sure. Shoot.”
Jamie sits, messing with his hair and avoiding your eye. He looks behind you at the picture frame hanging on the wall, a photo of you with your friends on a trip you took to the States last summer. The stories you told about them made him laugh so hard that he’d snorted and spilled his drink everywhere.
“I didn’t know how…” he sighs, figuring there’s no use beating around the bush. “Haven’t been completely honest with you, love. About… what I do. Who I am.”
“Jamie–” you begin, consoling and standing up straighter, reaching to place your hand on his arm. He shakes his head.
“I just– I didn’t know how to tell you,” he rushes out, meeting your eye with a pleading expression. How scared he must look right now he doesn’t know, but your features soften even further into something sympathetic, kind. He doesn’t deserve you. “And– and I know we– we’ve barely gone out, yeah, but I– I like you. Fuck, man, I like you so much, but you deserve to know–”
“Jamie,” you say again, firmer. You duck your head to try and meet his eye, searching for his stare. You’re still smiling. You haven’t stopped smiling at him since you met him. “I know. If this is about you being… famous, I know, okay? About everything.”
The anxiety that’s been clawing at his throat freezes and fades, just a little. “You… do?”
Your smile turns sheepish, a little guilty. “I… kind of recognized you the night we met. It took me a minute, but I knew I’d seen you somewhere. Your voice helped, too. I think I’d recognize it anywhere.”
“Oh,” he says, feeling like an idiot. He still wants to cry a little, but it’s less hysterical now. He manages to feel safe in your apartment, a space that screams you everywhere he turns to look. Your photos and posters on the walls, your chipped mugs in the kitchen, your colorful rug under your coffee table with one leg shorter than the others, held up with books underneath it.
“I sound like a creep,” you admit, embarrassed yourself. “I’m a fan of the sport, is all. But I figured you wouldn’t like to talk about your life with a stranger, so I didn’t push. I’m sorry.”
Jamie shakes his head, finally reaching for the hand you have on his arm. You haven’t been a stranger since that first night. “Don’t be. I should’ve told you from the start. You deserve better than that.”
“Than… you?” Jamie doesn’t reply. His jaw tightens and your voice turns reproachful. “Jamie–”
“The public hates me,” he cuts you off. He hates to say it but you need to hear it. Even if you think you know what his life’s like right now, you don’t know the depth of the mess he’s in. “You… being seen with me will probably ruin your life. Wasn’t fair of me to ask you out and not tell you what comes with it.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Jamie,” you say, instantly fierce and defensive of him. You’re defending him for some reason, and you don’t know half of the things he’s done. “Not the truth, not a damn thing. You don’t need to put your whole life on display just to get me to… to trust you, or something.”
Tears blur his eyesight, but he refuses to cry in front of you. Not on the first date at least. Or is it the second one? Does your late night at the dive bar even count as a date?
“Love,” he says gently, threading lightly. “I’m serious. Wasn’t bluffing when I said I like you. A lot. And I know it’s only been, like, one date–”
“Two,” you pipe in. Jamie can’t help his amusement. That answers his question, he guesses.
“Two dates, then,” he continues, rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles with his thumb. Your eyes go back and forth from his face to the touch, mesmerized. “But this could be somethin’, you know? Somethin’ good and I don’t want you comin’ into it blind or whatever. I’m not– I ain’t exactly a good person.”
You don’t even blink. “I don’t believe that.”
You’re stubborn. It’d be endearing if Jamie wasn’t so convinced of his shortcomings. “Love, I’m a twat. I’m mean to everyone I know, even people I like. I don’t tip enough at restaurants. Never been a very good boyfriend either. ‘m not sayin’ it to be mean. ‘s just who I am.”
You cup his face with your free hand and Jamie melts into it. It’s the first caring touch he’s been offered in fuck knows how long. “What if I like who you are? Public suicide and all, what if I want to be with you? What if you make me happy, Jamie?”
Jamie can’t see how he would but he doesn’t you to leave, either. Like, ever. “You make me happy, too. It’s like I know you already you know?. From a past life or somethin’, does that make sense?”
Your shocked silence makes him hesitate, his hands twitching in discomfort. “Is that… cool?”
“Cool,” you say, eyes full of wonder and voice a little emotional, pulling him closer before he can do something stupid like let you go. “Jamie, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you.”
A pleasant surprise washes over him, warm. He says, a little choked. “Cool. That’s– that’s cool.”
You grin, trying not to laugh, and cup the back of his neck to bring his mouth to yours. “Cool.”
There’s little talking after that, and who would’ve known your couch is the perfect make out spot? Jamie’s mouth is pilant and responsive against yours, his hands wandering for any skin he can reach and making tiny sounds at the back of his throat that you swallow greedily, unable to get enough of him.
He leaves your place that night disheveled and happy, kissing you goodbye at least five times (two of them in the hallway before he finally scurries off) and not without making you promise to watch Richmond’s game this weekend.
It takes you a little too long to clean up after, even if Jamie did wash the dishes you used during dinner (“what kinda guest would I be if I didn’t help? Ma would have a heart attack!”) because you keep bringing your fingers to your lips, tilted upwards in a dreamy smile.
You make it work. Both you and Jamie continue with your lives trying to be subtle about this new development and a new routine is created; he comes to your place after most games and training unless he’s too tired. Then you meet him at his house, avoiding taking the same roads in case the paparazzi get a bit too creative.
It’s a little weird. Definitely new, but you find yourself trying to spend as much time as you can with Jamie. Dates at smaller spots and at weird hours; he even takes you running at 4 am once, to which you responded with never again and I’ll forgive you for doing this to me if we share a shower. Needless to say, the early morning wasn’t a total loss.
But your homes turn out to be the safest places to turn to. He becomes ingrained in your apartment as do the flowers he buys for you and puts in a vase on your kitchen table: red chrysanthemums and white clovers, daffodils and heliotropes, blue salvia.
You once use his phone to order takeout and he has a website on flowers and their meanings open. When he sees you carefully put some of the flowers in a book for safe-keeping, Jamie's face fills you with a need to keep him safe, too, coped up in your home and away from the world that keeps asking too much of him.
His teammates are warming up to him, albeit slowly. Jamie has reassured you he’s alright, that he knows mending the bridges he’d burned on his way out of Richmond will take longer than he’d like, but he’s hopeful about the way things are turning out.
You feel bad sometimes for keeping him distracted at such pivotal moments in his life of self-reinvention, but he outright refused when you offered to distance yourself a little so he could spend more time with the friends he very clearly cared much about. He was almost offended about it.
We could wait if you want. Maybe it’s too soon to do this yet. I know it’s a delicate situation Jamie, and I don’t wanna rush you into anything.
I don’t wanna wait, Jamie had answered, stubborn. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, pressing you against the kitchen counter. His eyes wouldn’t leave your face. I want you.
And he has you. Completely and undeniably; this thing between you, this relationship, however delicate, becomes steadier as time passes. You’re already talking about meeting his mom and taking him back to your hometown for a visit, possibilities Jamie could never have dreamed of when he first met you.
You’d told him during those first dates how unpredictable relationships could be. And neither of you can deny how your personal situation makes things even harder, but that doesn’t mean you’re not willing to try.
I can’t make any promises of what’ll happen next. No one knows shit these days, Jamie. But I can be with you. And I can make you a drink, if you want.
He tells you about his dad, too, eventually. In his effort to be more honest with you, even if you tell him multiple times he’s got nothing to make up for. He tells you anyway, wrapped in your arms on your couch while a movie plays in the background, the only source of light in the room.
Me dad weren’t… you know. Good, or whatever. He’s always thought ‘m too soft and shit. And when I try not to be I… I’m someone I’m not, y’know? Someone I don’t like.
It puts a lot of things into perspective. About when you first met and how he later tried to push you away, convinced he was a terrible person and you wouldn’t want to be with him if you truly knew him.
What you do want is to track down his dad and, like, throw a brick at his window or something. But you only embrace Jamie tighter, kiss his hair, and don’t mention how tightly he holds your arms to keep them around his torso. If he cries a little, then that’s between you and God, and you’ll die before you ever make fun of him for it.
You wake up one morning to find Jamie staring at you, eyes lidded and sleepy.
“Dreamin’ of me, angel?”
Your first action of the day is to snort thanks to your fantastic boyfriend. “You wish, handsome.”
“I do wish,” he grins wolfishly. You see his hand sliding through the sheets, moving smoothly and calculated towards your naked body.
“If you think I’m up for anything before you get some food in me, you’re gonna be awfully disappointed,” glee shines on Jamie’s face and you push it away with your hand, groaning at his dirty-mindedness. “Food, you shameless bastard, I said food. How do you get anything done with your mind stuck in the gutter all the time?”
“Takes some effort,” he says, pride unhurt and still reaching for you. You relent quickly enough, loving the feeling of his hands on you. “Come on, babe, I’ve gotta be up for trainin’ in an hour. We’ve more than enough time, huh?”
“That depends,” you support your head in your hand, elbow digging into your pillow. “What’s in it for me?”
“C’mere and I’ll show ya,” he promises, an endearing frown on his features. “What’re you doin’ all the way over there, anyway?”
He pulls you towards him with ease and you let yourself be caged in his arms, kiss after kiss after kiss.
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AHHHH HERE IT IS, HERE IT IS
i hope you like it! i kept ya’ll waiting a little but the response was insane!!! i wanted to give you the best i could write AND i wanted to use this fic to thank you for 1.1k! thank you for making me feel so welcome when venturing back into writing and for trusting me with your favorite characters <3 and prepare yourselves bc im making myself put as many fics out this month as i can!
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"Insatiable" Leon S. Kennedy~
INCLUDES: fluff, friends(barely) to lovers, smut, jealous Leon, oral (m receiving), confessions, angry fucking?(close enuf), P in V, cream-pie, unprotected sex
Leon never thought of himself as possessive or even very monogamous til he saw you sucking another guy off..
Authors note: ok wow I'm finally back in the fanfic writing game after a long hiatus, hope you guys like this one. He's literally all i think about (this is gonna be a long one) also GOD HES SO MMPH UGWHDGSUJBUHSHIW
Leon Kennedy was an odd man romantically. He had had his fair share of sexual and romantic relationships, but he could never find himself to care too much for it. Did he enjoy a good romance movie here and there? sure! Does he enjoy sex? yeah who doesn't. And he has a pretty decent ratio. (its about a 3:50 for every girl who flirts with him which is pretty good seeing as most every woman who sees him gets a girl boner) He always wanted to settle down one day and be normal, cute wife, cute dog, cute little white picket fence life. But in reality, he only wanted that because what else would be do? His life was so far from normal that even to imagine it any different was insanity so he settled on the default, he had no idea how he would feel going from chaos and action to comfort and boringness. He had grown accustomed to the lifestyle in one way or another.
You on the other hand weren't in a relationship solely because you didn't want to be. And you were proud of it. You are young and just enjoying sex and fun while you still can. Kids and marriage were never in the picture for you and at the most you could see yourself raising a sweet little boy you adopted. But you'd never met anyone that made you want to settle down or that you could see a future with. You were a self-proclaimed slut. Your friends say you'd fuck anything in a 5 foot radius which isn't true but your body count is in the late 20s (ignoring blowjobs which don't realllyy count) And you enjoyed it, couldn't get enough.
You and Leon worked together, acquaintances but if someone asked you'd call him your friend. You had been on a few smaller missions together, you were hot for him and he was such a flirt. You could've sworn you threw out at least 3 pairs of panties just from just making eye contact with the man. But you were a professional woman and couldn't do anymore than glance and flirt with him on the job. Which is why you're thanking god and the heavens above that Chris and Jill and a few other people from the office invited you out clubbing tonight. They made sure to tell you Leon was coming because you are not an inconspicuous woman.
You'd finished your hair and makeup and slid on your little black dress, it may be basic but fuck you looked good it hugged you in all the right places(god you have a great ass). You put on your lipstick afterwards because you didn't want smears on the inside of the dress. and then put a bracelet and some earrings on, basic but you didn't want to get tangled up while dancing. You grabbed your little matching black purse and strapped your heels on and went and sat on your couch, eager. You had started getting ready 3 hours early, but who could blame you? It had been all you were thinking about all day. Your stomach churned in excitement as you tried to pull your attention to the TV to pass the 30 minutes you had to waste before they swung by to pick you up. You grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it to the incoherent talking it was hard to eat with your gut constricting in excitement. Really all you were thinking about was how to talk to Leon.
They finally arrived a minute late, a polite knock on your door followed by Chris banging on it and yelling "POLICE OPEN UP!" you giggled and opened the door to jill punching him in the arm. You were stunned for a second by the presence of Leon behind them just staring at you. He was like a sexy ghost. You regained your thoughts and said "you're two minutes late this is unacceptable" crossing your arms feigning anger. Jill gets on her knees and pleads "I'm so so sorry we had car troubles, whatever could i do to make it up to you" faking a cry. You put your hand to her face and say "you should've walked." You two make eye contact after your statement and cant hold it in any longer erupting in laugher. They start to walk to the car parked in the parking lot of your apartment building. You wait a second to lock the door and Leon stays by your side while the others start a conversation of their own. "You're quiet" you say pulling the key out and putting it in your bag. "I know, I honestly just don't know what to say" you share an awkward chuckle "you look nice" he said making eye contact with you. You look up at him nudging his shoulder with your own "thank you, I think this is my first time seeing you dressed like a normal person. Like if you ever wore sweatpants I think my head might explode." He laughs at that not a lot but it's genuine. You get to the car and climb into the back seat with Leon, he holds the door open "your seat madam" "why thank you sir" you say with a smile. You hear Chris say "knew itt" before jill hits him again.
The car was fun, listening fun trashy white girl music to get in the mood and singing along, cracking stupid jokes and doing bits with your friends in the front. Leon was making fun of the music the most but even he started humming along eventually, you're never letting him live it down. During the parts he was silent he would just stare at you talking and having fun, you were too caught up to notice the way he was studying your features, the curve of your nose, how you look when you laughed, the little moles and freckles on your skin, he was soaking it all in like a sickly victorian child seeing the sun. You sat back for a second to see him biting at dead skin on his lip when he brought his focus back to the conversation. You reached in your bag and pulled out some chapstick and handed it to him, he looked a little stunned (and a little turned on at your thoughtfulness) he put it on around and on his lips because they really needed it. You looked at him when his hand pulled away you noticed a sheer pink color outlining his mouth. You let out a giggle and he looked at you confused "what?." "I forgot it was tinted" you said hand covering your mouth in shock and interest. "I bet i look fabulous" he said with a flat tone and then puckering his lips at you. "yeah the smeared lipstick look is really in right now" you say giggling at his accidentally over-lined lips before leaning over and grabbing his face to wipe around his lips so he doesn't look insane. His breath hitched feeling your thumb swiping under his lips. "You know you could've just asked to kiss me, didn't have to make me look stupid" he said almost mumbling cause he didn't want to move him mouth too much and mess you up. "As if!! kissing you would be like kissing sandpaper! You are one cold morning away from a mouthful of blood from those cracks on your lips" you say pulling away from his face.
You knew what you were doing, and you knew that he liked you. You weren't dumb and you weren't gonna play it. You saw how he looked at you and god he had to know to some capacity how much you wanted him.
He was all you could get off to when you were alone now, sneaking a hand down to your panties and wishing it was his. Pumping your finger in and out of yourself almost antagonistically, you had assumed he'd be teasing and mean in your fantasies about him. And you would be lying if you said you said you hadn't been sleeping with more blonde guys as of recent to pretend that they're him. But none of them fucked you like Leon did in your head.
You guys pulled up the club finally, "The Alley Cat" stupid name but a dance floor and booze is a dance floor and booze. Starting to walk towards the door you notice that what you assumed was a busy sidewalk was a line around the block to get in. "This place is brand new how'd they find it so fast" jill said with a look of defeat. "Clubbers are menaces. Just give me a second I can get us in" you said adjusting your bra and arching your back very slightly.
You sauntered towards the bouncer, a man who looked to be in his late 30s, grown out buzz cut, brown mean eyes and a pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was strong, not as strong as the men you worked with but you knew he could throw you around like you weighed as much as a napkin. He was tall too, too tall but that seemed to be good when your occupation is to be a human brick wall. His arms were crossed as he watched you strut up to him, squeezing your cleavage together and pouting. "Hello sir, i was wondering if you'd let me and my friends in" touching his chest "we were just sooo excited" you say slowly lips still in a pout looking up at him with half lidded eyes. "mmm.. I'll let you guys in if you make it worth my while" he said with a disgusting grin, you were such a hypocrite for being grossed out by the man when you knew that thats exactly what you were trying to get him to agree to. Just comes with the territory of being a woman I guess. You turn around with a wide smile on your face and wave your friends over. Jill squeals and trots over in her heels to hug you.
Leon had watched the whole ordeal go down, he had no idea what the two of you were saying but he could tell whatever you were doing was working. He had no right to be jealous so why was he, you two were barely friends he had no claim on you. Is what he tried to tell himself but his stomach was bubbling with jealousy and a little bit of anger. Anger that continued to grow when he saw the bouncer walk the group in and sweep you off to god knows where to do god knows what.
"She needs to stop doing this I would've been fine with waiting an hour or two" jill said with a sigh sitting down at the bar she ran her fingers through her short hair and looked around getting a scope of the place. "Doing what?" He said barely loud enough to hear over the music. Leon knew the answer to the question but he still asked anyways praying silently she wouldn't say it. "The last 5 times we've went to clubs she's pulled the whole seduce the bouncer thing and then suck him off in a backroom or closet. It's her choice at the end of the day but that must be really degrading mentally overtime for her. She may say she loves being a whore now but I don't think it's good for her to be treated like an object so often." Leon listened sympathetically but he was gritting his teeth internally at the idea of you sleeping with someone who wasn't him.
Leon didn't understand why he was feeling this way, you're gorgeous and he knew that, everyone knew that. But he enjoyed being around you. Every time he sees you he gets a little flustered thinking about how to talk to you and 'accidentally' eavesdropping when you'd talk about something you were passionate about, or recent news, or a mission or just something you enjoyed. He'd listen and wish he was the person you were talking to. He was absolutely infatuated with you. And he realized recently that the reason for it is because you're so interesting. He could never keep a girlfriend or fling before because he'd get bored so fast, he was addicted to the chaos in his life. It was his normal. And he wanted you to be that one constant in his life who he wakes up to every morning and wonders "what is she doing today?." because he knows it'll be a different answer every time. He wanted you to be his inconstant constant. By now the simmer of jealousy in his stomach had turned to a boil and it was spilling out. It should be him thats you're on your knees in front of not some loser who works at a club. He shivers at the thought.
The bouncer leads you to a storage closet about the size of a small bedroom, he starts nipping at your neck and groping your tits through your dress before pushing you to your knees in-front of him. his back against the cold concrete wall. You unzip his black pants music blaring through the door although the bass is louder than anything else. You pull his dick out, half hard and pump it a few times. "Just fucking suck it you little club slut." You knew it was his idea of dirty talk but it still didn't stop you from rolling your eyes. But maybe thats just because he's not Leon.
You take the tip into your mouth licking and sucking on it and finding his sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, you play with it for a little before he grabs a hold of your hair and starts throat fucking you. Drool pooling around your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes started to water as you relaxed your throat and just took him. That went straight to your panties, something inside you loved being manhandled. You were insatiable. Your makeup was probably fucked right now but you were too busy to care, and it was too dark in the club for anyone to notice. You started to move along with him as you could feel him getting closer squeezing your hair and his moans heightening in pitch, mouth falling into an 'O'. Or rather he was getting closer because before you could think Leon had busted through the door.
The mans whose name you still don't know's hand went limp on the back of your head as his whole body stilled. You pulled off of him a string of spit connecting you and his dick. Leon looked furious, jaw clenched and hands balled up into tight little fists definitely leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his palms. "Leon?" you said confused, barely able to think to ask why he's here before he punches the man straight in the nose. His head flies back holding his face, before he lunges on Leon. Theres a short lived battle of arms and legs before Leon is pinned down and cuffed. "You both are fucking out. now."
The man escorts you both out, Leons hands cuffed behind his back being held and you walking freely alongside, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. He throws you two out on the curb and you hear a few people in the front of the line snicker. You make a quick call to Jill to say Leon got you two kicked out and that you'd update her later and you wanted her to enjoy her night, and to tell the people who haven't shown up yet that they can just say they're with her.
"Yeah, Yeah I'm sorry.. I know!! It's terrible, but he's probably just drunk. Yeah i'll get him home safe. Yeah. Okay, love you bye bye"
Thats all Leon hears as you're on the phone pacing back towards him, it was an odd habit you picked up. Needing to be doing something while talking to someone.
You look up at him with a mix of pity and annoyance and run your hands through your hair with a sigh. "C'mon, I'm walking you home. gotta make sure you don't beat anyone else up." You pat his back and start walking.
"I'm not drunk.."
"Sure Leon."
The two of you walk in silence for what feels like an eternity, the sounds of honks and angry drivers keeping you two sane. You take a sharp breath and contemplate your words before spitting them out.
"Why'd you do that Leon?" You say softly, looking over at him.
He refuses to look you in the eye, focusing on the sidewalk ahead of you. He responds with barely a mumble. "Jealous"
"What..?"
He finally looks you in the eyes and sighs "I was jealous.. can we just pretend like this never happened?"
You ignore his question. "Why were you jealous Leon.."
He groans and looks up to the sky, massaging his neck.
"Why do you think"
You smile at him, small. He doesn't notice though.
"Youuu like meee"
"You're making me wish I didn't right now"
"Shut up" You push his arm slightly, he stumbles over his feet to the side.
"So?"
"I mean I guess you're kinda cute" You say sarcastically, smile widening.
"Kinda?" He leers at you with that smirk on his face
you wanted to fuck it off of him
After a few more minutes of walking and bantering you arrive at his apartment, you climb up the stairs with him and he unlocks the door with ease. You follow him inside.
He takes his jacket off, revealing his toned back covered by a thin layer of cloth, if you weren't wet before you were now. He turns around to ask you a question but before he could even finish the first word you practically pounced on him.
Lips pressing against his, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately, like if you let go he'd disappear. He was shocked at first before letting out a low chuckle into your mouth, that went straight to your panties.
One of his hands grip your waist and the other grips your ass, pulling your body even closer to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, making you melt at his touch. Letting out a whine into the kiss, the hand that was holding your ass moves up to your scalp and pulls your head back. Gripping your hair tight, a string of saliva connecting your wet lips as he pulls you away from him.
This time a whine leaves your mouth but its more of a beg and less of a moan. "Awww so needy" He says mocking you. "Leon please.."
His grip on your scalp stays strong as he forces you to your knees, he lets go and moves his hand to caress your face. Using a thumb to part your lips, you just look up at him dumbly. He puts his thumb in your mouth and you start sucking it mindlessly. "good girl.."
You look up at him and nod your head with a "mhm."
"Take off your dress" he says sternly.
You unzip your small, revealing dress to reveal a matching set of black lace panties and bra. He hums in approval.
"You were planning on getting fucked tonight.. probably by some stranger that couldn't treat you half as good as me"
You just continue to look up at him.
"C'mon baby, I want you to show me exactly what you would've done to that bouncer."
You nod at him again and work quickly at his belt and button.
"Someones experienced."
You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees and kiss around his dick, biting his thigh.
You take his fully erect penis into your hand, stroking it a few times. He looks like he's in complete bliss just from that. Eyelashes fluttering and looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.
You lick his tip, flicking your tongue on his frenulum. His hand grips tighter on the back of your head and he lets out a small gasp. You put his tip in your mouth, and he lets out a groan at that.
"Quit teasing" he says lowly almost in a growl.
"Thought you wanted me to do exactly what id do to him" you tease him.
And with that you put him in your mouth in an instant, deep throating him. You pull away for a moment, looking up at him "feel free to fuck my mouth."
You put him back in your mouth and with that he grips your hair and starts fucking into your mouth, you gag slightly, tears pooling in your eyes and drool leaking down your chin again.
He turns your bodies around so now you're pressed against the wall, still sitting. And now instead of moving your mouth back and forth he's thrusting his hips into your mouth, losing himself and moaning. Your fingers are now digging into his clothed thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on his meaty thighs.
You were sopping wet by this point, trying to hump the ground or your heel for some friction. Your heel was now rubbing against your clit and you let out a moan around him.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck such a good girl, just a little throat for men to use aren't you?"
He grips your hair again and with another long moan he releases into your throat. Coating the inside of your mouth completely, pulling out slightly too soon and spurting a little onto your cheek. You swallow all of it and then open your mouth to show him.
"God you're such a slut"
He uses one hand to grab your face, pointer finger and thumb squishing each side of your face. Pulling you to stand up.
He takes you to his bedroom and you fall back onto his bed with a giggle.
He undoes your heels slowly, a more sensual and tender moment compared to what you guys were doing just minutes ago. He takes both of them off and takes off his shirt leaving him nude and you wearing your bra and panties.
He crawls over your body and plants soft kisses to your collar bones and chest, before unhooking your bra. you arch your back slightly so he can do it easier. He slides it off of your arms and continues trailing soft kisses all over your chest before licking around one of your nipples.
It was gentle and made you feel safe in an odd sense, he looks up at you with blown out eyes. Hair slightly messy and him looking sexier than ever.
"Gonna treat you so much better than any of those assholes, gonna make you cum til your sobbing happy tears"
You caress his face with a soft smile, your smaller hand giving him comfort. You pull his face closer to your own and pull him into a kiss, wrapping your leg around his waist. He brings a hand down to squeeze your ass.
"Was thinking about doing this when I saw you in that slutty little dress."
He leans back for a moment, to grab your panties and slide them off of you, throwing them somewhere in his room. Doesn't matter, you're not getting them back.
He moves back into you, grabbing inside of your knee and putting it back around his waist, lining his dick up with your pleading hole. Barely putting his tip in and watching himself just disappear into you.
"Quit teasing Leon, please.. need you" You look up at him with a pleading look, he snickers at your desperateness before pushing into you completely. Your soft walls hugging and squeezing him just right, you felt like heaven. He would stay right here forever if he could.
He lets out a groan and starts moving, you moan along with him. He filled you up so perfectly.
"Fuck, could get used to this cunt. Sucking me in so good, made for me"
He continues to fuck into you at an increasingly fast pace, your pussy making wet squelching sounds as he pounds into you. Abusing your g-spot.
"Say it sweetheart, no one could fuck you as good as me" he says smirking at you, your hips slamming together to make a harmony of moans and wet sounds.
"No one could fuck me as good as you Leon, feel s'good. Making me feel so gooomph" you choke out a sob as he picks up the pace even more.
"Clit.. Leon please" you manage to squeak out while he pounds into you. He brings a hand down to rub small circles on you, you're so close to breaking. This man knew how to press all of your buttons just right, you knew it was just sex talk but maybe he was onto something.. maybe he was made for you.
You could feel yourself reaching your high, you felt the pressure building in your abdomen as you tried not to clench around Leon but you couldn't help it. He let out a moan when you did, bringing you even closer to the ledge. "its okay baby.. just come for me, c'mon sweetheart"
He starts fucking you at an even more relentless pace, and with a scream you finish around him, walls of your cunt fluttering around his still moving cock. You can only whimper and say his name as he continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release.
He starts to pepper kisses onto your neck as he starts to quicken his pace "can I cum inside?, please baby. Need to, been thinking about filling this little pussy up since we met"
You let out a whine and nod your head, as he starts to whimper himself in your ear.
"So good, so good for me, gonna breed you. And you're gonna love it aren't you? Yeah you are, little fucking slut."
Biting down on your shoulder and he starts to spurt inside of you, seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm as he kisses around the bite mark he left on your neck. His trusts slow down and his hips eventually still inside of you.
He looks up from your neck at your face in a haze before pecking you on the lips. "Wanna be the only person who gets to fuck you, and kiss you and hold you like this. Let me take you out on a date okay? Be your little boyfriend"
You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck and roll over so now you're on top of him "yeah.. I think id like that Leon"
You kiss him on the lips again, this one much more gentle and soft than the hungry kisses you two shared earlier. You lift your hips off of him, pulling his dick out of you with a wince. He watches in awe as his cum drips out of you onto his torso.
"I'm never letting you go now"
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OKAY HAII AUTHORS NOTE:
This took so fucking long to write and its pretty proofread but if there are any mistakes just tell me. Proud of this!!!!
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I had an idea silly but wanted to share. Reader gets a call from Roanie's school for the first time because she felt sick and said she wanted her mom. It is the first time that the reader is called at school and she feels bursting with love and drops everything to save her daughter. When Eddie gets home he can only feel even more in love with his girls (and a little jealous 🥺
thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader, 2k words (roan calls you mom and your name)
You're sitting bored in your office when the phone rings. Thankful for any saviour, you immediately drop the pen you'd been clicking and bring the receiver to your cheek.
"Hi, L/N speaking."
"Hi, Miss L/N, this is Dana Montgomery, the receptionist at Hawkins Elementary. We have a sick Roan Munson here, and Nurse Paula thinks it would be best if she was collected and taken home."
"Is she alright?" you ask, holding the receiver to your cheek with your shoulder as you stand.
The receptionist sighs sympathetically. "She chucked up in class, I'm afraid."
You assure the receptionist that you'll be there soon and gather your things in a rush, though you pause before you leave, perplexed. While you're more than okay with being called for Roan, the elementary school usually call you only if they can't get in touch with Eddie, and as far as you know he's safe and sound at work and completely contactable.
You grab the phone and dial in the mechanics number, uncertain. It takes a while to pick up.
"Hi, Hawki-"
"Hey, Wayne. Is Eddie around?"
"He's right here next to me, you wanna talk to him?"
"Please. Thank you."
There's a transference, a sound like fingers over the receiver, and then, "Hi, what's wrong?"
Very in character. "Did Roan's school call?" You barely pause between your question and the explanation, not wanting him to worry unnecessarily. "They called me asking to pick her up, said she threw up."
"They didn't call me. I'll go grab her-"
"No, I'll get her, I was just wondering," you say, familiar enough by now to make demands. He doesn't take any offence.
"Alright, babe. Call me if you need me. See you soon?"
His voice sounds sweet down the line. A mixture of things, the most important to you being the total trust and confidence. He doesn't think for a second you can't deal with this.
"Alright. Love you, handsome."
"I love you. Tell my girl I said the same."
You hang up without anymore goodbyes and quickly nip into your boss' office to plea family emergency. She's not pleased but not angry, and so you send her your biggest, most award-winning smile and are out of the building and behind the wheel of your car in minutes.
Your stomach aches in worry on the drive, for Roan and for yourself, because while you've picked her up from daycare when she was a little younger when Eddie couldn't make it, you've never been the first point of contact, and you haven't ever picked her up since she started elementary school. You barely know where it is, you don't know where to park, and it takes you five minutes too long to locate the main entrance.
The receptionist looks like she's expecting you. "Roan's mom?" she asks.
Your heart does a front flip. You can't help smiling, even worried as you are. "Yeah, that's me."
She calls the nurse and tells you to take a seat if you need one. You stay standing, hands clutching the ends of your coat. You've undergone the craziest transformation, in being Roan's stepmom (though you don't call yourself her stepmom, you just say mom, following her lead) It's a peculiar thing to suddenly love someone like this, and to be ramped with worry every time she's sick. You and Eddie had spoken about it once.
Why do I feel so terrified when she scrapes her knees? Is that normal? you'd asked.
It's normal. It fades a little, after time. He'd found your hand in the sheets and squeezed it. I mean, I've had time to get used to it. When she was a baby, I pretty much lost my mind every day thinking she'd die. It was awful.
It is awful, you'd said. When does it go away?
It doesn't, really… Do you mind?
Of course you didn't mind, and you don't now. You'll undergo the anxiety that comes with loving her if it means you get to love her — it's a no-brainer.
Roan appears down the hall in her change of clothes, shepherded by the nurse's hand behind her small shoulders. There's a bag hanging from the nurse's other hand that very likely contains the clothes Roan had puked on.
"Hey, baby," you say, enthusing your tone with as much love and affection as you can, because Roan looks like the saddest little girl in the world right now.
The instantaneous change in her expression when she looks up reaffirms everything you'd thought. If getting to love her comes with stomach churning worry every now and then, you can take it. Her smile lights up the room, and she takes a series of quick but wobbly steps until she's close enough to swing up into your chest.
She smells sick, but she's soft and small as ever in your arms. You get one arm under her butt and the other behind her back as she wraps her arms and thighs around you like a clinger, as she usually does when you get home from work.
"What happened, princess?" you ask softly.
She hadn't been crying when she appeared. She doesn't look far from it now, big brown eyes shiny with unshed tears. Her eyelashes are stuck together in triangles, evidence that she'd been crying at one point. You rub her shoulders. "Say, huh? You're not feeling well?"
"Roan hasn't thrown up since the first time in class, so I haven't administered any anti-nausea or anything," the nurse says.
You look up from Roan's heartbreaking face and offer your hand for the bag of her dirty clothes. "Thank you so much for taking care of her."
The nurse smiles. "That's my job. Bye, Roan. Feel better soon, okay?"
"Bye miss Paula," Roan says quietly.
You love her. She's an angel. And you're allowed to say that because you've seen buckets of tantrums at this point. She's an angel regardless.
You thank the receptionist and hike Roan up higher on your chest. She's at the age where you can still get away with carrying her, though your office job doesn't exactly supply you with the muscles necessary for it, and your arms are sore by the time you get to the car.
She's weirdly quiet when compared to her usual self but from what you know when she gets sick and overwhelmed, this is normal for her.
You get her in her car seat, and surprise her when you climb into the back and close the door.
"Mom?" she asks, perplexed.
Every time she calls you mom, you're unreasonably happy. Sometimes she calls you by your first name, and you wouldn't rush her into anything but you have hope that one day you'll be just mom. If you aren't, that's okay. But you still hope.
"What, baby?" you ask, reaching for the wet wipes stuffed in the chair in front of her. "How are you feeling, mm? Still sick?"
"I feel okay."
You smile and start to wipe down her face carefully with a wet wipe. Her nose is runny, and her eyes are sticky from tears.
"I'm glad…" You drop your hand into her lap. "Dad says to tell you he loves you, and he'll see you soon."
"I asked for mom."
You smile at her, and you can't resist chucking her under the chin gently. "You did?"
"They always call dad, but I wanted you to come."
"I'll always come. Whenever you want me to, I'll be there for anything, Roanie, I mean it. Even if it's something small or something really big."
Tears burn behind your eyes. You don't cry, fighting the knot in your throat and mirroring Roan's smile. She looks so reassured, her little pout pulling into a smile just like Eddie's.
You're excited to marry Eddie because he's Eddie. He's yours, your love, your baby. He's a juxtaposition if they ever made one, loud and brash and irrational, sweet and gentle and the best dad in the world. You love him for his heart, and his callused hands, and his amazingly trim waist. But honestly, sometimes, you think you could love him for making Roan alone. That one thing, this one gift, it's something you'll be grateful for and impressed by for the rest of your life.
You get to be his, and you get to be Roan's mom. It's the greatest double win in history.
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He finds you exactly where he's expecting, in your work clothes lying on the couch with his sick Roanie curled up smack dab on top of you. Your hand pets a slow rhythm through her hair, which you've freed from her bunches. You've been raking your hands through it long enough to detangle every knot, her curls dark and silky, if a little damp.
Eddie gets home a little later than usual with a restocked kiddie pharmacy and lots of soup. He marvels at the soup stereotype, and he knows from experience that soup genuinely cures at least 40% of any sickness. The one you make from scratch probably cures upwards of 60%, but he's lazy and he's bad at making soup, so he blows some cash at Bradley's and hopes it'll do the same trick.
"Hey," he says, leaning over the couch to kiss your head. You smile in greeting.
He skirts around entirely and kneels in front of Roan, tilting his head to the side in mirror. "Hi, babe."
"Hi, daddy," she croaks.
He pouts at her dramatically. "How are you feeling? Bad?"
"She's scorching," you murmur, concerned.
"I feel okay but I threw up in the art room and I had to change into my Dolly Dotty t-shirt at school."
He raises his eyebrows to show he's listening. "Oh, no."
He presses the back of his hand to her head carefully. Roan is hot, and her forehead is damp with perspiration.
"I'll get it," you say, "we'll swap."
"D'you know where the thermometer is?" he asks you, murmuring too as he brushes hair back from Roan's face. She smiles at him. Eddie finds it hard to smile back. It's obvious she's at the beginning of a flu.
This is not going to be easy.
"No," Roan moans as soon as you start to move, hands clutching your sides, "no, stay."
Eddie sees both your delight at being wanted and your sheepishness. He knows you try not to overstep, because he's her dad, he's always going to be her dad, and he's known and loved her for a lot longer than you have. But you should know by now it doesn't matter. Roan loving you makes him love you more, and vice versa.
"It's fine," he says, putting on airs like it is not fine, drama seeping into every line of every word, "whatever, right? She's mommy's girl now, I get it."
You fluster visibly, tamping down a smile.
Roan hums her agreement and hides her face in your chest. "Yeah, I'm mommy's," she says.
"Roan, you're breaking your old man's heart here."
"Sorry, daddy."
He kisses her ear where it's poking through her hair. "It's okay. I understand." He leans in to whisper. "I don't understand. Me and you are gonna fight as soon as you're better, and I'm gonna win. Get ready, bub."
She gives a weak giggle. "You're silly."
"I'm silly?" he asks, dad tone firmly in place, all giddy excitement and sweetness as he presses his lips to her cheek. "You better watch it, Roan, or I'm calling Uncle Wayne. You think he'd let you talk to me like that?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
You laugh and pat her back, clearly delighted at his misfortune. "Don't worry, princess, I'm on your side. Dad always loses against me."
"That's not fair," Eddie argues, "you're a cheater."
And you do cheat. Little arguments are almost always turned in your favour. You do this annoying (extremely loving) thing where you get your hands on his cheeks and stroke the skin under his eye with your thumb that makes him feel fifteen again, the rush of a new crush, and you soften your eyes and lean in and explain your half of the argument again in a tone that knows it's winning. He hates it. (He would die if you never did it again.)
"How dare you," you murmur, pulling Roan's head into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closed in content.
"How dare I," he says dryly.
He looks down at both of his girls and can't believe how lucky he is, how this all turned out. He wishes he could go back and tell a younger him that he doesn't have to worry — that late nights spent panicked and afraid he'd be alone forever are entirely wasted. Roan's leg drifts down your hip and lands wonky on the couch. Your hands rub mildly at the length of her back.
"I'm gonna make dinner, okay?" he asks.
You and Roan both hum.
He burns with envy, he's not too proud to say. "There better be room for me after."
You laugh under your breath. "Whatever you want, baby. Now shush, we're sleeping."
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i'm ngl when you mentioned hybrid! readers x megumi i thought it was a harem of hybrid readers with megumi all at once (i was like oooh spicy 😻) without viewing the entire post and then i was like OHH it's actually a masterlist lmaoo
hahaha yeah- yeah it's just a... a a masterlis--18+ group sex : vaginal and anal, male x male, oral / hybrid pets (bunny girl, kitty girl, puppy boy) x 21+ MEGUMI written from afab bunny girl perspective
"Ngh- w-ait-"
It's the first time he's seen so many of you fluffy things all in one place. And why are you all so drawn to him? It's as if he's emitting some powerful hormone that just gets your bodies in a frenzy. Or is it just how he looks? He can't tell, but he can't fight it anymore. He tried to resist the flirting, the touching... but now he's got the sweetest fluffy eared kitty girl between his legs pawing at his crotch, a puppy boy- who he daren't admit reminds him of his best friend- by his side, licking clumsily at his ear, and his bunny girl stripping his shirt off, he leans back on the sofa and just lets it happen.
It must be the ultimate tabboo- to do this with all three of you? Sure, he's done unspeakable things with his bunny, but this is different. And yeah, he's great with animals, but he doesn't know what he's done to deserve all your attention.
He doesn't want to take advantage of any of you- you're just so sweet.
"You- ah, don't have to do that-"
He addresses the beautiful kitty who now has his jeans lowered, around his thighs, starting to work the swell in his shorts. You watch her tilt her head to the side as she giggles and keeps going.
He really doesn't get it.
And now the sweet puppy to his left, he's nearly jumping on the sofa cushions with excitement, seeing how Megumi's being unwrapped.
"W-wanna kiss- you, please?"
He whines and he can barely articulate his thoughts. You always thought puppies were kind of dumb, but incredibly cute.
Megumi turns his head and recieves a wet and messy kiss from him, and he brings a hand to his ears to settle him down. But his tail is wagging uncontrollably and he's getting so dizzy from the attention.
Meanwhile, your mits are now smoothing over the firm muscle of your owner's chest.
This was all your idea, after all. You invited them here, after hearing that their owners weren't giving them the love they needed. You promised that your owner was kind and generous enough for all of you. And of course, you feel a little jealous, seeing your friend's paws all over him... but you want them to feel good, too. And you have to admit, they are so cute. You wonder if Megumi looks at you this way? Like you're the prettiest, most adorable thing he's ever seen.
Your hands trace lower and lower, pulling his shirt off now as your kitty girl friend gets his shorts off, and soon he's stripped.
"Come on-" he tugs at the skimpy dress you're wearing and gives you a desperate look- he looks a little overwhelmed for once.
"Sorry- owner, is it... too much?"
"No, honey, I just want... to see you- all of you, please?"
He doesn't have to ask twice.
And when you're all naked for him, your touching gets very intense. The softest purring sounds come from the kitty girl, who's now sucking at Megumi's swollen tip. You watch how he sinks into her mouth, and that alone is getting you hot... not to mention how your owner is feeling between your legs. You're kneeling next to him, your legs spreading wider and wider the more he works his dextrous and long digits inside. How can he even concentrate when he's plunging his dick in her like that? You wonder, but your thoughts are soon interrupted by a yelp from your puppy boy friend.
"Mmh- shh-"
Megumi must've tugged at the fluffy strands of his hair a bit too hard. But that's just how he gets when he's kissing... you're used to it, but perhaps you should've warned your puppy friend that your owner likes to bite.
You vie for his attention and he swaps between you two, turning his head from the big sloppy tongue of the puppy, to the familiar sweet lips of his darling bunny.
"Mm, you two are so... pretty"
He has a sudden and desperate need to see you on the floor next to your pretty kitty friend, so he grabs at your waist and guides you down. The puppy boy's ears prick up as if you're playing a new and exciting game, and follows you onto the carpet.
"Good girl," he strokes behind the kitty girl's pointy ears, "let the others take their turns, hm?"
She mewls softly and releases him from her mouth with a little trickle of her spit running down her chin and he swears he could cum right there. But he holds it and lets his pretty bunny and puppy taste him too.
"Ngh- fuck-" he's used to your methods- you're quite reserved when you suck him. He has to encourage you and pet you softly until you start getting messy. But this puppy boy- he can't do it slower. He can't stop himself from taking his dick as deep as it'll go, choking slightly and repeating until Megumi is about to bust.
"S-stop stop, that's enough-"
Not yet. He won't cum yet. Not before he's seen those cute holes of yours...
"Come here, turn around- good- fuck, who wants it first?"
He sits on the sofa with his legs spread wide and invites you onto his lap one by one- first your sweet kitty girl friend. She lowers herself with her back to him and you watch her eyes cross when he drags her down his cock.
"M-M-Megumi !!!" she just adores having an owner's name to cry out, "a-are you-- all the way... inside?"
"Haha, no kitten, can you take a bit more, for me?"
"Yes, yes only- a-ah little please- please be careful-"
She doesn't have to tell him that. You and your sweet puppy boy friend wait (impatiently) for your turns, watching how he fucks her. It's mesmerising. He's gentle yet... so firm, his every movement is commanding and full of power. His hands close around her waist, he orders her to touch her clit and she lets off a surprised mewl, her legs shaking with pleasure.
"Oh kitty, was that nice?"
Next it's your turn. You face your owner, where he presses kisses to your chest and sucks eagerly at your cute tits, then lines himself up and pulls you down.
"Hmm-- hnnn---"
He watches your eyes flutter back and your friends watch how you start to bounce on his lap, like you have hundreds of times before. And they're in awe, of an owner and pet so in sync- it makes them feel a little sad that their owners don't treat them like this. They can tell there's such a strong bond between you two, with how he encourages you to ride him just right, and how you're so eager to please him.
"That's right, bunny- you're too good at this, hm?"
He praises you and tugs at the little tuft of your tail so lovingly, then suddenly starts bucking his hips up into you to get you squirming.
"Nh- th-that's so good, owner, please, righ-t there..." he loves seeing you like this, feeling you squeeze him, then sigh and moan with your orgasm.
He lifts you off and lays you on the sofa where you can rest and watch.
Your puppy boy friend has got incredibly impatient and whiny this whole time... he looks so sweet, with his tail between his legs in embarrassment- because of the, quite frankly, massive boner that's straining between his legs.
Megumi eyes him up and down- there's no way he's taking that. But, after a soft whisper to you, you dart to your room and fetch a bottle of lube, and Megumi coaxes the sweet puppy back onto his lap, where he starts rubbing him with his fingers.
"Keep still-" his tail is still wagging incessently, so Megumi pins it to his back and causes him to yelp again.
How many fingers are inside him now? You can't see, but you and your kitty friend are amazed. You sit next to her on the carpet now, where your fingers stray between her legs, and she reciprocates, as you enjoy the show.
Megumi starts groaning now- feeling the ache of his cock after having so much pleasure but no release. One more, one more- he keeps telling himself.
"You ready?"
He's so considerate, making the puppy boy blush red and nod, his ears bouncing as he grabs onto Megumi's thighs in preparation for what's to come.
He slides in slow, making the sweet puppy's tongue flop out- he looks dizzy. And you two are loving every second- her fingers dip in and out of you, where yours press and circle her clit. You moan and giggle and whimper- it feels so silly; two pets touching each other. But it feels so right that you don't stop.
"That's it- ngh, puppy, you have a fucking tight hole, you know that?"
He shakes his head. No, no, he doesn't know that. Keep telling him that. Because his owner never does.
"It's tight- and you're gonna make me cum- is it okay if I do it inside?"
"Hnng-- p-please---" he nods urgently and you see him squeeze his thighs together with such need.
You lean forward, your kitty friend following, still with her fingers attached to you- and you press your lips to your sweet puppy's flushed tip.
You suck him there, watching Megumi lift his ass so his thrusts don't disturb your motions. And you get no warning- just a twitch of his cock and he's spurting down your throat.
And it seems, simultaneously, Megumi finally gets his turn.
"Wow- you came hard, huh? Yeah- don't fucking stop I can feel you back here- oo-oh my god th-that's- that's so good baby-"
Baby!!! He called me baby!!!
You pop your lips from the puppy's dick and watch him hump your sweet owner in an absolute cock drunk daze. He looks so happy.
And you all are. Now, after treating your friends to this pleasure they deserve. Why would their owners not want to do this with them? They're so perfect and cute- you might just have to do this more often.
right after i saw some kink shaming posts too :p i'm cured now thanks beautiful anon for your (not so innocent) mistake <3
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WIP Wednesday - You Again (Roman Reigns/OC)
A/N: Thanks to @empressdede for the tag! I appreciate it! I know it's Thursday not Wednesday lol, sorry I'm late!
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His familiar scent reached her nose, triggering memories of the years he had tortured her in school. Fuck, he still smelled the same. She stiffened at the reminder, fighting her body's response to his closeness. She had very little room to move seated the way she was, but she tried to put a few inches between their bodies.
His hard chest. His big hands encircling her upper arms, holding her in place, trapping her against his body.
Her breath caught, torn between crying out for help and giving in to the heavy arousal that flooded her body.
She felt his mouth close to her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Evie," he breathed. Joe's low, raspy voice uttering her name set off flutters throughout her tummy and heat spread throughout her body. Her skin broke out into goosebumps and her nipples hardened into sharp little points. Despite her body's involuntary response, she held herself rigidly, staring straight ahead, giving no indication she'd heard anything.
Joe chuckled softly at her refusal to look at or acknowledge him. His warm breath tickled her ear and her hardened nipples chafed against the lace of her bra almost painfully. "I thought I was imagining things," he said in that velvety soft tone. "But no. I'd know that beautiful face anywhere.”
“Oh look, here comes the leader of N’Stink.” She rolled her eyes.
“Leader of what?” he laughed. She didn't see what was so funny.
“That was my name for you and the evil twins. Jon and Josh.”
“Who knew little Evie Ashton was so creative.”
“I’m not ‘Evie’ anymore. I go by Evelyn now. This ain’t high school anymore.” She dared to look up at him this time, and hated that he was as gorgeous as ever, and was still able to effortlessly awaken her body with just one look, just his proximity. It reminded her how, as a teen, she had been so confused and embarrassed by the way she simultaneously loathed him and desired him. She sucked in a breath as his lower body now flush against her. She let out a small gasp as she became aware of a sizable hardness prodding into her ass. His mouth was by her ear again.
"This is the other reason I knew it was you." He rocked into her, letting her feel the length of his impressive erection. "All you had to do was come near me and you had me so hard I wanted to beg you just for a taste of your sweet pussy."
What?
She did turn around this time, eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”
“You have no damn idea how much I wanted you, Evie.”
“You’re fuckin lying.”
He shook his head. “I'm not. You feel that, don’t you?”
She clenched her thighs together, feeling a rush of warmth between her legs at his words. She opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck away from her, but all that came out was a whimper.
His hands moved from where they held her arms in place down to her hips. She glanced down, seeing his strong, tanned hands grasping her. Lust coursed through her, drugging her into docility. The same thing kept happening back in high school - even when she was furious at him, he'd affected her so strongly on a physical level that she felt almost drunk when she was around him. What was worse, he was the first and only boy who had turned her on like that without even lifting a finger. Not even Chuka, her fiancé, ever set her body on fire like this, despite his impressive attempts.
As a teenager, she would imagine, at night, alone in her bed, herself with Joe, what it might feel like, the heights he might take her to, if he actually tried to bed her…
Her fantasies didn't even come close to the electricity his touch sent jolting through her body.
She held herself still, barely managing to breathe, as his bulge seared into her bottom. She was flushed from head to toe, and as she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache there, she could feel herself gushing into her panties. Mindlessly, she pressed back into him just the smallest bit.
In response, his hands moved around to cup her ass, gently spreading her cheeks so he could nestle his iron-hard cock between them. She tried to remember that she hated this man, that he'd made her life miserable for three years, and she never even knew why. But her body had taken over, her aroused state freezing her in place.
Encouraged by her complacency, Joe ground into her, his steel length feeling like it was branding her through her short dress. She panted, air coming in short bursts, as she pressed back into his groin…
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This is not finished at all and just a little excerpt, I hope you like it! I will be posting a brand new Roman one-shot real soon so look out for that.
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