#I look forward to seeing them work together again
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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕 // 𝕸.𝕾. // 𝕺𝖓𝖊
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: in which Matt is failing his classes and at risk of having to repeat the semester, and his tutor is the reason behind it.
𝕯𝖎𝖘��𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: This is a collaborative story that me and @bambi-slxt started on, but I am in charge of it now :) All characters in this story are of age. None of the characters are minors.
𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing / smut / switch!matt / switch!fem reader / male masturbation / wet dreams / use of good boy / virgin!matt / p in v / oral (fem receiving) / oral (male receiving) / overstimulation / breeding kink / praise kink / mommy kink / scenes mentioning anxiety
𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 5,906
“W-Wait, what?” Matt’s eyes widened, his eyebrows raising. “What do you mean I might not be able to graduate?”
The school counselor sighed, lifting her glasses from the bridge of her nose and placing them onto her desk. She leaned back in her plush swivel chair, looking at the nervous boy sitting across from her. Her office was comforting, a place that Matt had found solace in quite often on his bad days. She never used the overhead light, always opting for the warm glow of her floor lamps and the flicker of light from the flame in a scented candle. Her bookshelves were littered with not only books, but numerous knick-knacks and do-hickeys. Most people would have seen it as clutter, but Matt found comfort in the items she had, which more or less reminded him of his grandmother’s house.
She turned her monitor for him to see, and she visibly saw the blood drain from his face. Her screen glowed with a much harsher light, the gradebook showing Matt’s transcript laid out in front of him. “You’re proficient in your American History class, but the rest of your classes for the semester are in the gutter. Socioeconomics, U.S. Government, European Literature, and Chemistry are all greatly negatively impacting your overall grade point average.” Matt’s head fell, his hands coming up to rub his face. How could I have let it get this bad? How could I be so negligent? How was it even possible? She clasped her hands together and leaned forward, resting her arms on her desk. She had grown to like Matt, he was polite and always greeted her with a smile, he was very open with his thoughts and feelings, and he really did work hard. She empathized with him, because she knew how it felt to be in this spot. “This is a reversible situation - we can fix this. You have options, Matt.”
Matt looked up from his lap, his hands falling onto his thighs. “W-We can?”
“Yes,” she replied with a smile. She swirled her chair around, unlocking one of the drawers in her filing cabinet and opening it to reveal a number of filing folders. She fingered through them before pulling out a sheet, turning her chair back towards her desk and placing it down in front of Matt. “We have a tutoring program available, and I think you would benefit greatly from it.”
“Tutoring?” Matt frowned, staring down at the paper. He never thought in his life that he would need tutoring. How embarrassing. I’m doing so bad in my classes that I need another student to teach me. What if I know them? What if they tell everybody? Matt looked back up at the counselor, hesitation clear on his face. “Are there any other options?”
She sighed, putting her glasses back on and turning the monitor to face her once again. Matt watched intently as she clicked her mouse a few times. Matt instinctively brought his hand to his face, subconsciously beginning to chew on his nails. I can’t choose tutoring. Chris and Nick will never let me hear the end of it. This is so embarrassing. Can’t I just retake a test or something? Why did I let it get this bad?
“Unfortunately, the only other option I have here is for you to retake these classes again…which would also mean repeating senior year.”
Matt hadn’t realized he had chewed his nail off. He dropped his hand back to his lap, discreetly spitting it out when she wasn’t looking at him. “I’ll take the tutoring,” Matt sighed. The thought of not graduating with Nick and Chris made him feel queasy. His stomach turned over just thinking about his brothers walking across that stage while he sat in the audience and watched. His brothers holding their diplomas up with cheesy smiles on their faces for their pictures that would surely be framed and hung on the walls of their parents’ house for the remainder of their lives; all while Matt would have to wait another year to meet the same fate. Another year of high school, this time without his brothers. Without Chris to make him laugh, to make the day move by just a little quicker. Without Nick, who always looked out for Matt, always offering to ask the teacher any questions that Matt had to take the heat off of him, to avoid any anxiety inducing feelings that Matt might have had. I can’t do it. I wouldn’t last a day without them. Any chance to avoid that outcome is one he would take, no questions asked.
x o x o x o
I should have asked some fucking questions. Matt’s heart pounded as he pretended to look at something on his phone, switching between his social media apps anxiously; not that any of them were bustling with activity, he just needed something to make himself look busy. She was here. I wasn’t prepared to see her. Holy fuck.
For the past four years, Monday through Friday, once the bell rang after the final class of the day, Matt had booked it for the locker room. Shuffling through a crowd of boys, shoving Chris (and getting shoved right back), listening to a variety of music through his headphones (mostly Kid Ink, Lil Skies, Mac Miller, and Post Malone), and throwing on his gear for lacrosse. Today, however, he sat awkwardly in the school library, leg bouncing, chewing at the skin around his pinky fingernail. His headphones tucked away in his pocket. No music to drown out his thoughts. Why didn’t I ask more questions? I can’t do this; I can’t be here with her. This can’t be happening. She…looks so pretty.
Across from him, a few tables over, she sat on the table itself, cross-legged and completely at ease. A light blue sweater hung off her shoulders, a pair of khaki cargos crinkled over her legs, worn-out white air forces, and a pair of hoop earrings rounded out the simple, gut-wrenching outfit.
Matt hated feeling this way. She drove him insane, and she had no idea who he was. That was a lie - they had a few classes together. Incidentally, those same classes glowed red in the gradebook. It didn’t take him very long to figure out why.
For the past four years, Matt had walked into school every morning hoping in equal measure that she had shown up and that she had suddenly become homeschooled. Every single class, he would stare at the door just hoping he’d catch a glimpse of her, whether she was walking into the classroom or just passing by in the hallway. He knew where to look for her in the hallways between classes, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart rate pick up when he’d see her in the flood of other students chaotically herding through the halls.
Now she was his tutor. She was the reason he was failing, and she was his tutor. His counselor had no way of knowing, but she had just doomed Matt to repeat senior year. He was not about to sit down with that girl and make a complete idiot out of himself.
Lifting his backpack and hooking the strap over his shoulder, he got up and turned for the door. At that moment she looked up from her book, her eyes locking with his, and he froze.
Her hair fell softly along the edges of her face, and she looked at him with mild curiosity. Matt’s breath hitched in his throat. Years of her never even noticing me, and now she’s looking at me and…smiling. Oh god.
Don’t you dare fuck this up, he heard Chris whisper in the back of his mind. “Fuck off,” he muttered and began to walk towards her.
“Is this where I’m supposed to be for uh…” He didn’t want to say it. Normally people would jump in and finish sentences anyway to avoid uncomfortable silences. She did not. She just continued to look at him with minimal interest, her smile growing a little in amusement. Oh god. This isn’t happening. Somebody please pinch me. Or shoot me.
Matt felt the heat rising to his face, his breath catching in his throat as she stared at him. “Tutoring. I’m here for tutoring.”
She slipped a bookmark between the pages of the book she was reading and pulled a knee up to her chest. Matt caught a glimpse of the cover of the novel, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. A hockey player? I played hockey. Should I say that? Does she like hockey players? Lacrosse is like hockey… in some ways. Should I-
“You’re Matt, right? One of the triplets?”
Matt blinked. “Yeah.”
She smiled again, placing her book down onto the table. Icebreaker? Matt made a mental note to look that up later. “I think we share a few classes, right?”
“We have Socioeconomics, European Literature, and Chemistry together, and when Chorus comes into the auditorium to practice, I run the soundboard for you. You took Workshop with me and Chris, and I could never focus on a single project me and him had together. We had Math and Introduction to Culinary together last year, all of our electives the year before that, and in ninth grade you were in my home room and study hall. You’ve always been in my lunch block, and you like to eat out in the courtyard under the willow tree far away from the picnic benches. You’re in the photography and Yearbook club because you love to take pictures, and you also run the school’s yearbook account on Instagram. You never get breakfast because it hurts your stomach to eat in the mornings but if you forgot to have dinner the night before, you’ll go through the line in the cafeteria and get an old-fashioned donut and a cup of mixed fruit. You prefer peppermint gum over spearmint, you always wear shimmer lip gloss instead of clear, you chew on your lip when you’re thinking really hard, you write sloppily when taking notes, but your papers are written in cursive. You’re terrifyingly beautiful, and I’ve wanted to talk to you for four years.”
That’s what Matt thought about saying. Instead of opting for that particular route of social suicide, however, he simply went with, “Yeah, I think we have one or two together, right?” and sat his bag down.
Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck this up.
x o x o x o
“Ms. Coleman said you were behind in some classes,” she said, pulling out her laptop from her bag. “Which ones?”
‘All of them’, He thought to himself. Matt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “What am I not behind in?” he mumbled.
She looked up at him through her lashes. Matt felt his stomach twist up in knots. He had imagined her looking at him like this more times than he could count. Usually late at night when he was in bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes screwed shut as he bit back soft whines and whimpers as his arousal leaked into his fist. He couldn’t help but feel his pants tightening around his crotch as filthy thought after filthy thought played in his head.
She smiled at him again, and Matt suddenly realized that she had been speaking. His stomach dropped. “S-Sorry, what?” he stammered. She laughed softly, a sound that made Matt’s heart leap up into his throat. “I asked if you could be a little more specific.”
Matt cleared his throat. “Um, Government, English, Socioeconomics, and Chem.” He looked down at his hands in his lap, the thoughts from earlier looming over him. I won’t graduate. Mom will be so disappointed. Dad won’t speak to me for a year. Chris and Nick will move on in life without me. She probably thinks I’m an idiot. Who the fuck fails almost every class in their last semester?
He could have sworn he felt his heart come to a full stop when he felt her hand on his shoulder, his head snapping up in an instant. “Hey,” she cooed as Matt met her gaze once more. “We’ll fix this. We have four months until graduation. You have time.”
Yeah, time to spend my afternoons drooling over you and retaining no information. Four months to sit here and gawk at you every fucking afternoon while my grades continue to plummet. Four months of me rushing home after these tutor sessions to beat off before Nick and Chris get home from their after school extra curriculars. Either way, I’m failing this semester.
“Why don’t we start with English, hm? I’m in that class with you, third period. We have a paper due on Friday.” She opened her laptop, pressing the power button repeatedly. Matt swallowed the lump in his throat – fuck. The paper… he was hoping to avoid it altogether. Sensing his hesitation, she raised her eyebrows. “Have you started it?”
Matt blinked. He licked his lips, suddenly noticing how dry they were. “...No.”
“Me neither,” she grinned, and Matt felt his shoulders relax. She had a beautiful smile, and it so rarely appeared on the Somerville High property, even less so in the classes they’d shared. It made him wonder what else he could do or say to make it stay for longer.
“It’s okay,” she continued, tapping away at her keyboard, urging the ancient relic to awaken and let her log on. “We can write it together.”
“Yeah, sure…together,” he said, taking out his own laptop, proud that he had enough focus to keep his hands steady. He wanted to make her smile again, but he hadn’t the faintest idea how. Matt also wanted to crawl into the floor and sleep for an eternity, but his wishes seemed to have no substance. His grades did, and more than anything, he knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made Chris and Nick leave him behind. Punctuating his thoughts with a deep sigh, Matt pulled up the assignment rubric. “Three pages, double spaced - that’s not bad - third page sources cited…” As he scanned the page, she, still waiting on her dinosaur of a computer to come to life, leaned closer to him to see for herself.
Her perfume. Waves of vanilla with floral notes. Undertones of musk. It was strong but intoxicating. Matt used every ounce of self-control to not turn towards her and inhale as much of it as he could. She had been using this perfume for the past three years, and Matt had become obsessed with it. He was like a stoner catching a whiff of weed, he could identify it from a mile away. He could sniff her out like a bloodhound if he really wanted to. Matt begged his brain to behave.
It didn’t.
The aching in his pants grew. Matt pulled his hoodie down to cover his lap, he could not let her see what she did to him. He felt his face heat up as embarrassment flooded his brain. Still, his cock remained half hard and his balls felt heavy with arousal. Despite knowing how wrong it was, he wanted nothing more than to rub one out. Matt used every iota of his self-control to focus on puling the assignment up on his computer. One hour. I just need to get through this one hour.
x o x o x o
“How long have you been tutoring?” Matt wanted to know more about her. It was a near-feverish affliction that kept his leg bouncing continuously, releasing nervous energy at speeds that could power the entire city of Boston.
She didn’t look up at him, pulling up the assignment on her computer. “I started last year…gave me a chance to get out of Johnson’s eighth period. Do you know why you’re falling behind in Philosophy?”
Matt didn’t hear her question at all. The stickers on her laptop were incredibly distracting - he caught a glimpse of Homer Simpson, the Monster logo, a few Pokémon, numerous band logos, Marilyn Monroe, a sick vaporwave statue head, and a plethora of raccoons. I like raccoons. Now is probably not the best time to tell her that. “Huh?”
She glanced over through her lashes, and Matt felt his air supply vaporize. “I asked why you’re failing.”
Because you walk into the room and I forget how to speak my own damn language. Because I want to talk to you so bad, but my throat closes up when you look at me. Because when you smile it makes my legs heavy…But more than anything, because I want you in ways that I have never wanted anyone before, and it is all that I can think about. No matter where I am at or who I am with, you manage to take over every thought in my head. Movie nights with my brothers where I can drown out the movie, daydreaming of what you might look like waking up next to me in one of my shirts. Dinner with my family, wondering if you like whatever it is that we’re eating that night. In the shower, wondering what your routine is like. Late nights in my room, the door locked and the lights off, clothes discarded onto the floor, my hand tugging at my cock. You are always there. You’re the reason why I’m failing, and you don’t even know it.
Matt settled on, “It’s hard to focus in there.” Not a lie. But not even close to the truth.
She nodded. “She talks in circles sometimes.” A pause made his eyes dart up to hers, terrified that he’d missed something again. But no, she was…studying him.
Her head tilted slightly, and her hazy eyes rested on his. He wondered what she was thinking about, and something primitive in his mind was screaming at him to hide. He felt vulnerable, weak under her gaze. His cock throbbed. Matt did his best to bite back the soft groan that fought to escape his throat.
“I think you might just need a body double.”
He blinked.
She continued. “The classes you’re failing, those are the only ones you don’t have with one of your brothers or your other friends, right?”
Matt nodded, wondering how she could possibly know that. He bookmarked that thought for later.
“Well, your brain probably knows that they expect you to do your work, and you don’t want to let them down, so the work gets done. Not in English or History, apparently. So, I’m your body double. And I expect you to do your work.” She grinned. “It’s corny as fuck but you’d be surprised how much you get done. Ready to start?”
Matt decided to process that particular heap of information later. “Yeah, sure.”
“I’m sending you my sources. You know how to cite them?”
His brain couldn’t register her words. It all made sense, but his brain felt too fuzzy to put the pieces together. “Sources, right. Y-Yeah, I uh…yes.”
“Good boy,” she purred. Matt nearly choked, his dick now fully hard. There’s no way she just said that. She gestured to his keyboard, and Matt began to shakily type the name of the website he needed into the search bar. Maybe I just imagined it…It’s been a weird day. Matt could feel her gaze burning into his skin like the heat of a thousand suns. His heart was lodged in his throat, he had begun manually breathing, not wanting his breaths to sound too heavy or too short.
Her hands kept brushing his arm, and Matt realized if he wasn’t careful, she would notice the way his face turned a bright red when she touched him, or worse… she’d see the bulge that could barely even be hidden by his hoodie. He turned away from her, pretending to look for something in his bag. “I um…thanks.”
“Go ahead and read those, throw all the relevant information into a messy doc, and then let me know when you’re done, okay?” Matt looked up and she leaned once more against the concrete column behind her, earbuds in, typing away in her own empty doc for the same assignment. He glanced at the stickers on her laptop, eyeing the one in the dead center with the name of a band he had never heard of. I wonder what she’s listening to. Would she like my music? Would I like hers?
Pulling out his own headphones, Matt shuffled his own playlist, and tried desperately to focus on the article in front of him.
x o x o x o
Forty two minutes later (he counted), Matt finally reached the end of the mind-numbing wall of text. No closer to understanding what the fuck he was doing, he reached out to tap the table near her knee. Her cargos sported faded stitching on their edges, proof of intentional wear as opposed to fashion wear.
When the flash of motion moved into her line of sight, she looked up from her own article, brows raised expectantly and eyes locked onto his. “How’s it going?”
“Well…It’s not perfect but…it’s better than nothing right?.”
“Mhmm.” She leaned forward, staring at his screen. “One and a half pages? Atta boy.”
Matt’s face flushed, his lips parting to speak but silence was all that followed.
“Did you do what I said earlier?”
“Yes ma’am.” Where the FUCK did THAT come from?
She wrinkled her face, her lips tugging up into a smile. “Down, boy.”
Matt almost puked. A lightning bolt struck his lungs, and they withered in his ribcage. “Sorry- sorry,” he stuttered. He ripped his gaze away from hers, blinking rapidly.
She laughed softly, the ghost of a smile passing over her lips. Matt’s head shot up faster than he’d ever admit. “Little weirdo,” she muttered, turning away from him to put her laptop in her bag.
“Oh, are we-”
“Mhm. Bell’s about to ring.”
He blinked again, opening his own backpack.
“Give me your snap.”
“Huh?”
“Your snapchat. So we can talk about your assignments and schedule tutoring for sometime other than boy’s athletics.”
How did she-
“Wouldn’t want you to miss lacrosse.” She tilted her head to punctuate her all-knowing tone, and put her phone in Matt’s hand.
As he typed megamett_44, Matt reevaluated the entirety of his life’s choices, and hoped she’d just…ignore it. Or not see it at all, that was preferable.
Neither of those things happened.
“Mega. Mett. Forty four?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
“...Yep.”
“You, um…” She gestured, sarcasm beginning to drip from her lips. “You wanna explain?”
“No I do not,” he replied, grinning nervously, avoiding her gaze.
“Hmm…cute,” She smirked. Matt felt his heart swell and his pants tighten even more at the comment she had made, just barely crossing the line of being a praiseful remark. He wanted to ask more about what she meant; Why did she say cute? Does she think I’m cute? Was she just saying the username is cute? But before he could think of something, the bell rang, and in one fluid motion, she swung her bag over her shoulder and slipped off the table. “Later,” she hummed before she disappeared into a river of students escaping school grounds for the weekend.
Matt exhaled and slumped into his chair, hanging his head as he dropped his bag back onto the floor. The visible bulge under the fabric of his shorts and his hoodie taunted him, his mind raced, thinking of all the things he could have done instead of gawking at her and stuttering one or two words at a time in response to whatever she said to him. Matt ran his fingers through his messy hair. His cheeks remained a rosy pink. He rubbed his lips with his fingers, an anxious habit he had picked up over the years in a desperate attempt to help with his nail biting problem, though very little progress had been made there.
“I’m done for,” he said, nodding decisively. “Yep. This is the end of Matthew Sturniolo.” Matt looked down at his phone, numerous texts from his brothers flooding the screen.
Nick: where are you
Chris: where r u ?
Nick: why weren’t you at lacrosse
Chris: coach is not happy with you lmao
Chris: helloooooooo
Chris: the van is still here so we know ur here
Chris: unless 😏
Nick: enough
Chris: man come on nick is grumpy and bitching about the weather
Nick: it’s fucking sweltering out and i’m sweating bullets. I’d appreciate getting into the air conditioned vehicle that we OWN
Matt sighed and shoved his phone into his pocket. He looked around, making sure that nobody was nearby as he stood up. Grabbing his bag, Matt hurried out of the library and pushed his way through the halls to the nearest restroom.
Ensuring that the bathroom was completely empty, he slipped into the closest bathroom stall and locked it behind him. Matt quickly dropped his bag to the floor, lifting the hem of his hoodie up and holding it between his teeth. He pulled the band of his shorts down, groaning softly as the friction sent bolts of pleasure through him. He slipped his hand under the fabric of his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his shaft. He hummed ever so softly as he gave his cock a few strokes.
He opened his eyes, suddenly realizing what he was doing. No, this isn’t like you. This isn’t right. You don’t do this here. He pulled his cock up into the waistband of his boxers, dissatisfied above all else, but knowing he had to hide his unpleasant erection somehow. This was a new low for him. What kind of a creep can’t even keep it in his pants until he gets home? Matt pulled his shorts back up, dropping the hem of his hoodie from where it had been between his teeth. He stepped out of the bathroom stall, taking a quick once-over in the mirror to make sure he looked put together and not a flustered horny mess, before he slipped out of the bathroom, following the mass of students rushing for the exit out into the student parking lot.
x o x o x o
Matt saw Chris and Nick leaning against the edge of his car. Matt clicked the unlock button on his key, the vehicle chirping in response. Nick opened the door to the backseat, huffing something under his breath as he got into the car. “Where the hell were you?” Chris asked, slinging his bag into the back next to Nick’s foot, closing the door behind him.
“Library,” Matt muttered, clunking into the driverseat. Chris paralleled Matt’s actions, dropping himself into the passenger seat. “Library?” Chris repeated, tasting the word with furrowed eyebrows as he turned to look at Nick, expecting he might know more about Matt’s situation.
He did not. Nick scrunched his face. “Since when do you go to the library?”
Matt groaned. “Can we just go home.”
The other two didn’t ask too many questions after that. What normally would have been a debrief session of their individual experiences from that day while feasting on whatever fast-food place the three of them had voted on, was instead a deafening silence and a painfully tense atmosphere. Matt was secretly very appreciative of this, his mind was too scattered for him to hold a conversation with his brothers, never mind care about what they were discussing.
x o x o x o
When he collapsed onto his bed, Matt checked his phone, brows furrowed in surprise. He’d gotten a notification from Snapchat (a rarity), and his heart shot up into his throat when he saw who it was from. He tapped on the notification to see that she had sent him a photo of herself - her hair fell in waves around her face, and Matt could see the glint of her earrings. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, making the edge of her eyeliner effortlessly severe. Matt’s chest went aflutter, and he stared at that picture for a very long set of minutes. “Here’s my snap”, she had typed, and once he tapped out of the photo, Matt added her back.
But they hadn’t spoken past that.
He laid on his bed trying to think of something to say to keep talking to her, but everything sounded desperate and corny. He had so many things he wanted to say, so many questions he wanted to ask. He wanted to talk to her for hours, about anything and everything. He wanted to know everything about her.
As the sky darkened, Matt scrolled aimlessly on TikTok, then Instagram, then back to TikTok, avoiding Snapchat to the best of his ability. His mind refused to let go of her, and it was starting to piss him off. What is she doing? Does she stay home on school nights? Does she go out? What are her hobbies? Does she play video games? Would she play them with me? Does she like to read outside of school too? When does she go to bed? Does she like to stay up late? Does she go to bed early? Why can't I think of something normal to say to her?
Matt dragged himself out of bed, crumpling slowly to the floor. He leaned his head against the edge of his mattress and sighed - what a fucking day.
A knock at the door had him lifting his head from where it rested against the mattress. “Hi, honey.” Mom. “You eating dinner with us tonight?”
He stood up, crossed the empty floor of his room quickly, and pulled his door open. “Hey Mom.” Matt leaned into her, and Mary Lou slipped her arms around her son.
“Hi baby. Somethin’ on your mind?”
I’m failing.
I’m failing four classes.
You and dad would be so disappointed.
I feel tired and sick all the time.
I just want to go to sleep.
Graduation is in four months.
Nick and Chris are gonna leave me.
I’ll have to repeat senior year.
It’ll all be my fault.
The girl making me fail is the girl trying to help me pass.
I can’t focus on anything.
I’m so fucking tired.
“Just missed ya.” Matt sighed. He hummed when he felt his mother's loving arms embrace him just a little tighter. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”
x o x o x o
A dark room. The brush of fingers over silk. A candle flickering shadows against the walls. The faint scent of vanilla. Pleasure flowing through his body. The buzzing hum of a vibrator. More waves of soft tingling flowing from the center of his body.
“Good boy…”
He sighed, lips parted, eyes closed. His hips began to shift upwards, slowly at first, pushing against the vibrator, aching for more. Instead, his leaking, rock-hard cock met a soft hand. He whimpered, digging his pelvis into the pillowy skin. “Awww…d’you wanna hump Mommy’s hand?”
“Yes…” he pleaded, his head lolling to the side, chest heaving. “P-Please, I-I... Please.”
Her fist began to slip around the head of his cock. “Please what?”
“Nnnghh…please let me hump your hand. I need it s-so bad, p-please, it hurts Mommy, I just wanna…jus wanna feel your hand around my…my…”
Another hand cupped his balls, silky-soft thumb rubbing spine-tingling circles over his pleasure-filled skin. “Hmm? What was that, pretty boy? Mommy didn’t quite catch that.”
“My cock, miss, I…p-please reward me…please, I-I’ve been so good…”
She smiled, amused by how easy it was to get him riled up. “Go ahead, baby. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a little treat, don’t you?”
Matt didn’t need to be told twice. His hips lifted, his jaw going slack as his shaft slipped through her fist with ease, her hand already sticky with his arousal. A whimper grew at the back of his throat, his hips beginning to buck up into her grasp. Erotic sounds filled the room; heavy panting, his wet cock slipping in and out of her grasp, the bed frame creaking ever so quietly, her quiet praises that she’d whisper to him. “Atta boy, you’ve got it,” she hummed, earning a sound from Matt that he hadn’t even known he was capable of making. A mix between a sob and a whimper, a sound that made her press her thighs together, her core aching for him. “That’s it, baby, hump Mommy’s hand. Doesn’t that feel good?”
His pace quickened, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he began to rut against her hand. His desire was primal. It was animalistic. The way he craved her, unlike anything he had ever craved for in his life. His balls, heavy with his arousal, slapping against her wrist as her hand reached the base of his cock with every thrust he made. His tip, swollen and pink, leaking with his desire. She could feel the way his shaft throbbed, practically begging for more. Her hand gently squeezed his tip, a guttural moan falling from his rosy lips.
He began to whine now, desperate pleas pouring from his lips like thick sweet honey. “I’ve been so good, I’ll behave, I promise, I’ll be s-so good for you Mommy, please let me cum, please, I’m b-begging you, please Mommy… y-you’re so sweet and g-good to me, I jus’ wanna make you happy, please let me make you happy…f-fuck!” White-hot liquid spurted from his tip, coating her hand and his abdomen as she continued to stroke his sensitive shaft.. “Mmmph…Mommy…f-fuck…thank you, th-thank you, mmph Mommy…thank you, y-you’re so good to me…”
Breathlessly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking up at the beautiful girl in front of him. His gaze flickered down to her hand, his cock throbbing as he saw how much of a mess he had made. Ropes of thick warm cum coated her hand, and Matt couldn’t help but think of what it’d look like leaking out of her. He watched with a dazed and aroused glisten in his eyes as she brought her hand up to his lips. Obediently he licked his mess off of her fingers, paying no mind to the taste. He didn’t care, he’d do anything she wanted, even if it meant having the lingering taste of his seed in his mouth. Once her hand was cleaned up, he pressed kisses up to her wrist, trailing up her arm, keeping his eyes low in reverence.
She lifted his head with a finger under his jaw. “You’re welcome, baby. You did so good for me, hmm?” she murmured, kissing his forehead. Matt closed his eyes, never wanting to leave this moment. “Were you a good boy for mommy?”
Matt shot up in his bed and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He pulled his duvet cover off of him, and in the dark of his bedroom he could still see his mess leaking through the fabric of his boxers. His torso was slick with a sheen layer of sweat. Despite having already finished, his cock refused to soften.
“Oh fuck me,” he snarled, rubbing his tired face with his hands. This is going to be the hardest four months of my life.
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How to Create Paper Cut-Out Reliefs: Tips and Techniques for Beginners
Back again with another lil' series of 2D wall relief paper cut-out forms. Both of the pieces below follow the same process and technique. Im really happy with the process and outcomes. Im working on animating them as we speak. I'll add them to this post later. My paintings inspire my drawings, and my drawings are inspired by those same forms found in my paintings. It makes sense that every so often I want to make those forms "pop out" and off the surface of a flat plane. Alas, it all starts with a quick sketch. See below, just a series of light loose free flowing lines take the lead, forward ->
Here we have a dude posing for a profile style portrait. Most likely, this is inspired by the NYC B-Boys from the years 1983 - 87ish. Either way, it's nostalgia for me. Once the sketch feels good, I'll break out the paper and x-acto knife. I keep telling myself that one day Ill work with another material other than paper for these works, perhaps wood or metal.. It will happen, I can foresee it for sure, hang in there. Im using a white bristol paper for the cut outs, I believe it is the vellum type and not the glossy, but either or will work just fine. I love to cut paper and the whole medium of paper art in general.
Paper cut-outs, also known as paper cutting or Kirigami, is a traditional art form that involves cutting shapes and designs out of paper. The history of paper cutting can be traced back to ancient China and Japan, where it was practiced as a folk art. The Chinese and Japanese would create intricate designs, often featuring animals, plants, and mythical creatures, and use them as decorations for festivals and special occasions. I always loved it and have felt inspired by these pieces.
Using the sketch above, I apply the "map" of the shapes and forms that I see. Sometimes I redraw those forms on the paper that I will cut out, and sometimes I just "draw" with the x-acto knife to recreate the forms. Sometimes, it's a combination of both of those techniques. There is also a series of "out-take / byproduct" cut outs that do not make the final piece, those can be saved and used for the next piece, obviously!
I layer the forms on top of each other to compose the arrangement as a whole, its fun to watch it all come together, in the next phase, you will need some kind of durable tape or you can make little paper forms that can be pasted to both sides of the forms as they stack, this will create the gauge and depth of the piece once it is placed onto the wall.
This is the final composition above, I love it! I used a roll of duct tape to make small cylinder forms that connect the pieces together, the piece as a whole comes "off of the surface of the wall" by about 1.5 - 2" inches - you can play with this a bit but keep in mind, the tape makes the piece heavier and it will want to comply with gravity :)
I hung the piece (also temporarily adhered via the same duct tape) for the photoshoot and to also get a good look at how it will function on the wall. I have an old painted fire place in my studio that is a great surface for hanging things, I love the contrast of textures between the bricks and the paper, as you know, the shadows will be super cool to see too.
Once I had the whole piece constructed I took a few pictures of it. I immediately wanted a clean vector line drawing of the whole character. I brought the photo into adobe Fresco and used a vector brush to draw this lovely variation. This is how my brain works, I switch paths because I know they are really pipelines to the "next thing" that I will push this to, so forward we go.
Then, it was light source and photo shoot time. Im not really happy with these picture as traditional "photographs" as I know I can do a much better job, but, as a series of "sketches" for a planned photo shoot, these will really help to make those plans a reality. I love neon colored lights. I have a bunch of them from various places and spaces that I found on the internet. Amazon has a great selection of flashlights with various colored light options. Get a few and play around with how the light can effect your work and the shadows that it creates. This is where the depth and gauge of your pieces play a role. The photos below are also a part of the same session, which all took place over a few days.
Here is another variation with a different character.. What do you think? Shall I make more?
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"I had to talk to you."
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CW: Heavy flirtation, canon divergence (S4 end events didn't happen), College Student!Steve, Steve has shit eyesight
October 13th, 1989
Steve sighs, leaning back on the drivers side of his 1983 BMW. Burgundy paint starting to chip on the hood, the car becoming less appealing day by day. Girls passing by not even looking in his direction anymore. He was old news in Hawkins after people found out he had finally started at a college half an hour away in Fort Wayne. Just starting his life like everyone else did 4 years ago just wasn't appealing to most girls.
At least not Hawkins girls.
But at this point he didn't care. He was proud of himself for pulling his life together after all the bullshit he had been put through. With saving an entire town too many god damn times. Cutting his dad off when his parents divorced. Moving out to get a rented house with his best friend Robin. Just what he learned he needed over time.
Getting into a good school by himself with no help was just a cherry on top of the fuck you sundae he graciously served his past problems.
He was satisfied with what he had right now.
Dustin walks out of the new game shop in the newest strip mall to grace Hawkins. Steve looks up, pushing his Ray-Ban sunglasses onto his head.
"You made it out before, Robin. I'm surprised." Dustin glanced at the instrument shop a few doors down, then back to Steve. "You get what Eddie needed?"
"Mostly yeah. She's still getting her trumpet fixed?" Steve shrugs at Dustin's question and slides his sunglasses down in place again.
"She probably got distracted looking at something shiny and new. You know Robins crow brain sometimes." Dustin laughs, looking into his bag, shuffling a few things around inside.
Steve looked over at the liquor store at the end of the strip mall. Looking back at Dustin, he taps the top of the car. His head snapped up, eyes a bit surprised at the sudden noise.
"You want anything?" Steve asks, tilting his head back towards the store.
"Coke? If they got it." Dustin simply replied before getting in the back seat. Steve nods and walks to the liquor store.
The bell chimes over his head as he walks through the door. He takes in the warmth of the store and the radio playing over the speakers on the ceiling. Such a nice contrast to the crisp Autumn air outside.
He turns heading down an isle of assorted liquor bottles and bar accessories before finally stopping at the fridge. Humming along to the song over the radio, mumbling the lyrics to 'I wanna know what love is' absentmindedly.
Sliding his glasses down his nose, he squints at the selection. All the labels are blurry the farther he is, he steps forward rubbing his eyes and sure doesn't help with the florescent lighting blinding him from above.
God I need to get my eyes checked.
Opening the fridge, he grabs the 3 soft drinks and a 6-pack for later when he hears a metal scrapping and whoosh next to him. Followed by a muffled but panicked "Shit!"
Looking over, he sees the back of a squatting woman struggling with a metal shelf slipping out of one of the fridges.
Walking over, he quickly puts his things down and pushes the shelf back in. The metal shelf, cold against his warm skin as he reaches into the fridge, fixing the fasteners back into place.
An issue he's all too familiar with working at Family Video. The fridge racks always got loose and every time it happened he was always made to clean them up. He could only imagine the mess a bunch of glasses and beer would have made.
"Thank you so much!" The woman speaks as Steve stands up, slowly closing the door. Looking back, he finally sees your face. His lips slightly part as you continue talking, he can't hear a word you're saying right now.
All he can hear is the very oddly convenient Foreigner song playing over the store radio as he takes in every detail of your gorgeous face. From your shiny hair to your bright smile. The vibrant colored nail polish on your fingers you're waving as you talk. You're unfamiliar, he's never seen you before, but you're an absolute stunner of a woman.
Steve never thought of himself as a love at first sight kind of guy. But right now he was undoubtedly being proven wrong by the spark he was feeling, not to mention the nervous knot in his stomach.
"But really you're a life saver... Thank you." You stop talking, looking at him. Your face falls as he perks up, realizing he's just been staring like a complete idiot this entire time.
"You're welcome!" He spoke, choking almost over how inappropriately loud he was for a second. Feeling the effect of not talking to women for a while really hit him. You look down at his soon-to-be purchases.
"Full Sail Amber. Good beer." You comment, making him look at the floor and nod.
Crouching down, he grabs his things and stands cracking his head on one of the fridge door handles. His sunglasses fell off his face and onto the floor. He stands up wedging his soft drink between his side and arm. Rubbing his head with a hiss.
"You okay?" You ask with a slight chuckle. Bending down, you grab the sunglasses, Steve moves his hand, grabbing the bottom of the door handle to shield your head from injury.
"Yeah, thanks." Before he gets to put his hand out to take his Ray-Bans back, you slide them on his head with a soft smile.
God she's so fucking pretty.
"You're welcome. And thanks again for... Saving me from paying for a full shelf of beer." She turned down the isle to another part of the store.
Part of Steve wants to follow you and try chatting you up, but the slight embarrassment of hurting his head just keeps him from doing so.
He turns, goes to the front of the store and makes his purchases. Heading outside, he walks to his car, finally seeing Robin in her usual spot, the passenger seat. Opening the driver's door, he slips in.
"There you are!" Robin looked at him, her trumpet case in-between her legs on the floor of the car.
"What's with the face?" Dustin asks, Steve looking at him in the rearview, glaring.
"Shut up Henderson." He hands them their sodas, moving to close his car door when he hears the bell from the liquor store chime.
Out you walk, starting across the parking lot to a top-down red 86' Volkswagen Cabriolet. Steve freezes, staring again. He really can't help but stare.
"Oooh." Robin and Dustin both taunt him, making him sigh. He needs more friends, fewer annoying friends.
"She's pretty." Robin says looking at Dustin.
"Too pretty to talk to, apparently." Dustin adds, laughing as he looks back at Steve.
"I talked to her in the store." Dustin raised his eyebrows, pushing his baseball cap up a bit.
"You asked her out?"
"No." Steve watches you load your bag into the back seat and start pulling the top up on your car.
"Not too late!" Robin smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Dustin looked at her.
"He's not gonna do it."
"No, he's gonna do it."
Steve feels like he has a devil and an angel bickering on his shoulders right now. His foot meets the new asphalt of the parking lot as you open your driver's door.
He's quickly out of the driver's seat.
"Holy shit he's doing it." Dustin comments as he shuts the door on them.
He stops at the bumper of his car, hearing your car engine click over. Music pours out of your open windows before you turn it down quickly.
The universe is screaming at him to talk to you when he starts hearing that familiar Tears for Fears song, 'Head Over Heels'.
Please don't pull away, please don't pull away.
He nearly sprints across the parking lot out of fear of missing his chance. Upon reaching the car, he knocks on the back window, pulling you from looking for something in the console.
"Hi..." He says awkwardly, approaching the window. Leaning on the door, he smiles as you smile back.
"Hi. You need something?" He gets so agitated that you smirk up at him.
'Why'd you have to be so God damn pretty?'
"Sorry if this is weird, but I had to talk to you." He started, finally being able to say something. Your eyes go half shut with a soft nod.
"Talk to me?" He nods, clenching the door frame for a second. "Go ahead then. Talk."
His eyes go wide in surprise at your sudden confidence. Steve stammered for a second.
"Uh... At the risk of sounding crazy or desperate... You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." You can feel your body warm up as he gives the most genuine smile you've seen on a man in a while.
"Mmhm, go on."
"Are you by chance single? Or like... Are you even attracted to men at all?" He asks, sheepishly smiling.
"Yes, and yes." Your smirk slowly turns into a grin as he squats to eye level now, feeling a bit more confident after your answer.
"I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington." He smiles again hearing you reply with your name. "Are you new to Hawkins?"
"I am actually. I just moved here from the city and needed to stay nearby for school."
"Where are you going?"
"Trine University." His eyes go wide, the same school he goes to. What are the odds?
"Really? I actually go there too. Education major." You look him up and down. You never pegged him for the teacher type.
"Software Engineering major."
"So you're smart and gorgeous. Good to know." He smirks, finally feeling like himself when talking as your flush finally becomes noticeable. "You like movies?"
"What kind of psychopath doesn't like movies?" He laughs at your response, leaning in closer to the window.
"Lemme be more specific. The new Halloween 5 movie came out today. You interested in seeing it? Maybe with me tonight at the drive-in theater in Lafayette. We can have dinner after. All my treat, of course." He can see the sparkle in your eyes, that spark he felt looking at you before is still lingering around him.
"What's in it for me?" You playfully ask. He cocks his head to the side, leaning it on his arm for a second.
"A fun night out with a gentleman, I promise I'm fun." You chuckle, rolling your eyes, he knows you want to say yes. "Please?"
He'd never said please before when asking a girl out. It didn't feel embarrassing like he thought it would. You turn your attention back to the console looking for something.
Pulling out a napkin and pen, you quickly write down your number and address. Turning back, you hold it out to him as he takes it.
"I'm free at 8. And dress nicely. You're taking me somewhere decent after the movie."
"I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant I can find if that's what you want. I don't care. As long as I get to see you again." You laugh at his bluntness, it's like music to his ears.
"That won't be necessary. I don't need to be spoiled."
"What if I want to spoil you?" That caught you off guard as you didn't respond right away. He let a soft breath escape his mouth. "You like roses?"
"White roses." You reply, he nods, standing up again and folding the napkin, storing it in his back jean pocket for safe keeping.
"I'll be sure to remember that." You two just stare at each other in silence for a minute. No man's ever looked at you like Steve has right now, it makes your heart race from nervousness.
"I'll see you at 8 o'clock then." You look past him for a moment and back to him. "Tell your friends I said hello since they like to stare so much."
Raising an eyebrow, Steve turned his head. He sees Robin poking her head over the roof of the car and Dustin sitting on the rolled down window frame. They quickly hurry back into the car, noticing they've been caught. He should be embarrassed, but he fully expects their behavior from being friends for so long.
"Ignore them." Steve says, sighing as he looks back at you. "I'll see you at 8."
He turned away towards his car, trying to stay as confident as he was before turning his back. Reaching his car, he pops the door open, clutching it for dear life as he silently collects himself. Robin poked her head across the driver's seat to look up at him.
"You good dude?" She asks, concerned but also excited as he just nods.
You pull out of your parking spot, stopping behind his car and honk once to get his attention. Dustin pops his head out the back window as Robin looks out her open door. Steves head snaps up at you as you lean on your window frame, chin on fist with the most shit eating grin on your face.
"See you at 8 sexy~" You called to him. And then you have the balls to blow him a kiss before peeling out of the parking lot.
Steve silently gets in the car. Robin shuts her door as Steve does his. Dustin sits forward looking at Steve, who's just gripping his steering wheel, the adrenaline starting to wear off.
"Dude, she's so into you, into you!" Dustin breaks the silence as Robin nods.
"And I'd say it's the same for Harrington here." Robin grins as a massive smile spreads across Steve's face.
He starts excitedly thrashing frontwards and backwards. Enough to shake the car and look like he's about to rip the steering wheel from it's column. He lets out an excited yell, causing his two friends to laugh at him.
He let out a long breath, looking at them.
"She says hi by the way."
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s(we)e(t) dreams | trevor zegras
warnings: thigh riding, dubious consent (i guess? girlypop is asleep and grinding against trevor’s thigh to try and get off because of a dream she’s having. she’s not consciously doing it. but it would not be UNWELCOME if she was awake.), dirty talk
pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!fem!reader
requests: “ok that’s it, NEED a trevor thigh riding piece”, “having done nothing sexual together but sleeping all cuddled up with his thigh between her legs and tz waking up to find his sweet innocent girlfriend grinding on his leg in her sleep and moaning his name”
wc: 1174
You were asleep in Trevor’s bed when he got home after the Kraken game. You were wearing your Christmas socks and it was clear that you had tried to stay up for him and greet him when he got home, but sleep had overtaken you. Trevor smiled fondly and toed his dress shoes off, slowly stripping down as to not make too much noise.
The two of you hadn’t done anything yet, having started dating about two months prior. It was refreshing, to be honest. Trevor enjoyed coming home to you, when you stayed over, and not feeling pressured to do anything. There were plenty of girls in his DMs, at his games, or, hell, even in public that were willing to hook up with him on a whim. You, however, were special and he wanted to wait for you. He wanted to go at your pace, put in the effort and get the rewards. Trevor wanted to make you happy, and if that meant waiting for you to be ready to take the next step with him, that was what he would do.
He’d never met anyone like you before, so vibrant and passionate and caring. Trevor suspected that that was why he was so willing to make this work– hey, a man has needs– because you saw through all of his “arrogance” and how “untouchable” he was. You saw him for what he is: a man who wants to give love and receive it in return.
He shimmied on some sweatpants and carefully lifted the covers on top of his bed so he could join you underneath them. Still asleep, you cuddled into his warmth and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let out a precious sigh, and Trevor’s heart swelled with a feeling that he wished he could bottle up and use like a drug the next time he was feeling down.
He turned towards you, throwing an arm over your waist and sliding the other under his pillow. His eyes had long since adjusted to the dark and he could see the way your hair was splayed out around you, one section falling dangerously close to your mouth. Trevor brushed it out of the way and admired you– the curve of your nose, the slope of your lips, the small wrinkle between your eyebrows.
You shifted in the bed, burying your face in Trevor’s chest and moving your leg so that it was hooking his. Trevor chuckled as quietly as he could, pushed his leg between yours, and pushed your leg down so your knee was hooked behind his instead of resting so high. He closed his eyes and pulled you tight, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, and beginning to drift off.
That is, until you made another sweet noise, one that sounded particularly similar to his name.
“Mm?” Trevor hummed softly, not wanting to speak too loud and shake you out of what he assumed was the in-between state of sleep and consciousness.. “Yeah, baby?”
You didn’t reply, which caused Trevor to frown and open his eye, looking to see if you were awake. You appeared to be sleeping still, your breath deep and consistent. Your chest was rising and falling in an easy rhythm and Trevor would be lying if he said he didn’t let his eyes linger for a moment longer than necessary. You were his girlfriend, after all. Even if he wouldn’t fuck you before you were ready, he wasn’t going to stop himself from acknowledging how much he’s looking forward to seeing you like that.
He closed his eyes again and shifted his leg up, pressing it into you inadvertently.
“Trev,” You moaned out, rolling your hips against his thigh.
That he couldn’t ignore. His eyes snapped open and for a split second, he panicked. Here’s his girlfriend, his sweet, innocent, virgin girlfriend whose first time is so important to her, grinding against his leg and moaning his name in her sleep. He’s not sure whether he’s supposed to push you off and wake you up and ask if this is okay. He doesn’t know if that will just embarrass you and scare you away, you who blushed red to your roots when he asked if he could kiss you after your fourth date. You, his girlfriend who nearly shed a tear when she admitted she’d never had sex before and asked if he was going to leave you because you “couldn’t give him what he wanted,” were rubbing yourself against his thigh and clearly, so clearly, dreaming of him.
Once the panic wore off, Trevor was entranced by how beautiful you looked. Here, in the darkness of his bedroom, you were shining. Trevor watched, unblinking, as you continued to whimper and sigh and move against his quad.
He honestly can’t wait to bring this up, you humping his thigh in your sleep because you need relief so bad. He won’t bring it up until you’ve been together for way longer and he’s fucked you at least once, wanting to save you the embarrassment, but fuck if it’s not the prettiest sight he’s seen in a while. The thought of this night is going to serve him well over the long roadies he has coming up.
Trevor’s hand moved to rest on your waist, feeling the way your hips moved against his thigh.
“Oh, Trevor,” You sighed. “More.”
Trevor squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to grant your request more than anything, but knowing he can’t. This you’ll have to do yourself. He won’t take advantage of you like this, no matter how pretty you sound or how frustrated your expression is, struggling to find relief.
But– that doesn’t mean he can’t whisper some nasty things in your ear. He hoped, somehow, his words would translate into your dream and bring you to your peak.
“Wanna see you get yourself off, baby,” Trevor mumbled, struggling to keep his hands from wandering over your body. “You look so pretty, using my leg for your own pleasure.”
Your hips sped up when he started to speak, and your lips pout.
He continued.
“Here I was thinking you were so innocent, but look at you. You’re dirty, baby. You need me so bad that you’ll hump my thigh and you’ll enjoy it.”
You whined, tilting your head back.
Trevor brought his lips to the tip of your nose, kissing it briefly before pulling away and thumbing over your cheek. “I can’t wait to make you come, baby. I’m going to make you hump my fingers just like this until you’re shaking. It’ll be even better than whatever you’re dreaming about, yeah?”
You tensed up, face scrunching in a way that made Trevor’s dick twitch in his pants. “Yeah,” You agreed in your sleep, slumping against Trevor with a heavy breath. You cuddled up into him, your lips less than a hair away from the nape of his neck, and Trevor has to very carefully unravel himself from your grasp to relieve himself in the bathroom.
note: look, guys, i'm a slut for thighs and a slut for a wet dream. if i were better at manifestation, i would've manifested a dream w trevor for myself already. additionally, i think i might have to make a timeline for this or put the oneshots on the masterlist chronologically? i don't know if that would help y'all at all. let me know. WELCOME BACK TO THE INEXPERIENCED READER SERIES!
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i don't even know what this is, a bit of non-buddie-endgame heartbreak maybe.
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"One more?" Eddie says, holding up the decanter of fine ten-year-old bourbon.
Buck sighs. "I better not. Don't want to be hungover tomorrow like I was at the last wedding we were at."
"At least you weren't the groom that time," Eddie said, grinning as he puts down the decanter, apparently deciding to forgo a refill for himself.
"All the more reason."
"It took me a year to pay off the credit card bill for that fucking hotel room," Eddie groans.
"Hey, you say that like I wasn't paying half."
"At least it put us off having some kind of wild party tonight."
"Yeah. Plus it just feels weird. Like, how does a bachelor party work if you're marrying a man? Seems like he ought to be invited, too."
"What is Tommy doing tonight?"
"His brothers and a couple of the guys from Harbor took him to Top Golf."
"Stop this crazy party train."
"I kinda like Top Golf, it's like golf but also skeeball."
Eddie put down his glass and leaned forward. "So I know a traditional part of my job tonight is to like...check how you're feeling. Like, make sure you're doing the right thing. See if you're having cold feet."
"It is?"
"Apparently. But...I don't really need to. You're practically vibrating with excitement."
Buck felt himself go warm and liquid at the idea that in 24 hours, he'd be Tommy's husband. "I am doing the right thing. I've never had any doubts."
"Never?"
"No. I love him so much, Eddie."
"I know you do. And that guy is so in love with you it's embarrassing. I've never had doubts about either of you, either. And you know I get protective."
"Gee, you don't say."
"Shut up!" They laughed together, the quiet, easy laughter of a nearly decade-old friendship that in some ways was even closer than a marriage.
Buck sighed. "Well, I better get to bed. I need sleep if I want to look pretty to marry the man of my dreams tomorrow."
Eddie nodded, making no move to get up himself. "I'll wake you up at 9."
"Thanks." He patted Eddie's knee and went to the door. Something felt...electric. The air was crackling and he didn't really know why.
He was at the door when Eddie's voice stopped him.
"Did we just miss our chance? Somewhere along the way?" he said, quietly, but his voice cut into the silence clearly.
Buck paused, still facing the door. He took a deep breath and turned, his eyes locking on to Eddie's immediately. He did not even try to pretend that he didn't know exactly what Eddie was talking about. "Yeah. I think we did."
Eddie nodded. "I think so, too."
Buck took a step forward. "But you will always be my guy, Eddie. Always."
Eddie stood up, hands in his pockets. "I love you. And I love him. I love what you two have, together. And I will always have your back."
Buck took the two steps to close the distance and pulled Eddie into an embrace, pressing his face into his hair. "I love you, too." He drew back and let his forehead rest against Eddie's. They took a few breaths together, and it felt like they were releasing something into the air between them. Buck pulled away and pressed a kiss to Eddie's forehead. Eddie smiled, an easy, familiar smile, and it was okay again.
Buck grinned, squeezed his hand, and left the room.
He got to his own hotel room - they were all staying in the historic inn where the ceremony would be tomorrow - and made it inside. A shuddering breath escaped him, and as if he'd been waiting for a cue, he heard Tommy's key in the lock and he came inside. "Evan, wha..." was all he got out before Buck buried himself in his arms. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm amazing. I'm just..." He sighed, pressing his face into Tommy's neck. "I think I just let go of something I've been holding onto for a long time."
Tommy pulled back and met his eyes. "Eddie?"
He knew. Of course he knew. This man who was about to marry him absolutely knew. Buck nodded.
"And you're both okay?"
"Yes. Better than that, I think." Tommy pulled him back into his arms, rocking them both back and forth. "I love you."
"I know, Evan. I've always known."
Buck stood in the embrace of the man he loved, and wept both for what he was about to gain, and a little bit for what he'd never had.
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Neighbor's show
Nanami x femReader! x Toji I guess :3
Authors note: When Nanami came home late again because of overtime, you weren’t really happy about it. You loved your husband but you really missed him. Missed him so much that you just wanted to have him right now. Even if you both somewhat unintentionally put on an absolutely delightful show for your neighbor, who gets his own fun with it...
cw: clit play, nipple sucking, cock sucking, from behind, Toji is your neighbor and watching you, masturbating, using of names like baby, babygirl and darling, daddy, cursing, unprotected sex
He did overtime. Again. You sighed as you looked at the clock realizing that he was two hours over it. It was not the first time, so it wasn’t really a big deal for you but somehow you couldn’t ignore that tiny feeling inside of you that seemed a bit disappointed. You picked up the prepared evening dinner -your plate already empty - and cleaned up the kitchen. Preparing for bed you took one of your nightgowns and started to fold some fresh cleaned laundry in yours and your husbands shared bedroom. That’s when you heard the keys in the door and seconds later someone stepping inside. But you didn’t move. You stayed sitting on the bed pretending to be busy doing the laundry. You heard steps coming closer to your bedroom and seconds later you felt his presence behind you since your back was facing the door.
»Darling,« his dark voice so smooth but yet so full of regret because of letting you wait again. You didn’t turn to him, taking some of his pants and folding them neatly to place them back into the basket. »I am so sorry.«
And there was a real frustration in his voice. So much that you wanted to turn around and throw yourself into his arms. He had such power over you, but just today, unfortunately, it was like the last drop had it all overflowed. He came to the bedside next to you and wanted to pull you into a kiss. But you got up, took the basket and wanted to go putting the clothes in your closet.
»Your food's in the fridge.« came across your lips as you walked past and your gaze slid briefly over his appearance. His tie was loosened, the sleeves of his blue shirt were rolled up and his hair was no longer as perfectly in place as it had been this morning. Sighing, he reached for the basket and snatched it out of your hands. Now you had no choice but to face him.
»You're angry,« he said. »I'm sorry, darling. So sorry. Work was too much today.«
A heavy sigh left your lips and no matter how hard you tried to stand firm and not fall for his far too innocent puppy dog eyes, that's exactly what happened. His dark eyes looked apologetic, even pleading. He put a hand to your cheek and stroked your skin. Of course, he could see how much you had been looking forward to dinner together and that you were starting to get fed up with this endless overtime. At first you had shown understanding and patience, but the more the late evenings recurred the more often you went to bed alone. Until he joined you late into the night while you were already asleep. It had been a while since you two had gotten close, not to mention had sex.
»Mhm.« you replied curtly and wanted to look to the side, but his hand still forced you to look in his direction. It was dark outside and your bedroom was brightly lit, so the neighbors were sure to catch a glimpse of a couple arguing. Not that you really wanted to be seen arguing, but somehow there was something appealing about it.
»Please, darling. What can I do?«
You looked up into his eyes, he had come closer to you, his thumb stroked your cheek lovingly.
»Kento, it’s okay. Really.«
»No, baby. Tell me how I can make up for this. Please.«
Hearing him like that instantly made your knees go weak. It was as if he wanted to move heaven and hell just to make you happy. No matter what it was, he would do anything. Of course you knew that too. You had the most wonderful husband in the world and you were more than happy. You just missed him. So terribly. Should you tell him how many times you had already driven yourself to sleep by pleasuring yourself? How frustrating it had become to cum but it wasn't even close to being the same as with him?
Nanami seemed to sense your restlessness, but as patient and obliging as he was, he waited for you to make the first move. You were a wonderful sight for him. An absolute joy every time he came home. He longed for you and your closeness all day long. He could hardly concentrate, which led to this overtime and wanted nothing more than to be with you. He impatiently pushed the hours forward so that he could get home and be with you as soon as possible. However, the fact that he had hardly been able to control things lately was gnawing at him hard. He loved you and didn't want you to forget that.
Your lips opened to reply and his eyes hung eagerly on them.
»Please, Kento. Just take me. Here and now.«
He was a little perplexed by this open and blunt request for a few seconds, but then shook his head slightly and followed your request eagerly.
»Of course, darling.« He pulled you into a long kiss, pulled your body against him and wrapped both hands around your hips. You were both breathing longingly, your lips glued to each other and faster than you could think about it, his tongue found its way to yours. You sighed into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shoulders, afraid your legs might give up at any moment. He growled deeply, pressing you closer to him, feeling your womanhood close on his already semi hard member despite the clothes. And because you loved how easily his body responded to yours, your hips rubbed against him as if of their own accord. Dark, excited sounds escaped Nanami's throat and his grip on you tightened. You kissed until you both couldn't breathe and had to let your lips separate hardly from each other.
»Darling, I'm sorry. So sorry.« he whispered breathlessly and began to move his hands under your shirt. The closer they got to your breasts, the faster your heart beat. Even your pussy was already throbbing violently arching for stimulation, even though you were rubbing against him in slow movements. You began to undo the buttons of his shirt and he quickly reached for the clasp of your bra. You were both breathing faster and faster, more and more impatiently. Waiting like two savages who wanted to go at each other, who had been seized by lust after weeks of abstinence.
Your bra fell to the floor, followed by your T-shirt and shorts. Nanami ripped his shirt off his shoulders and immediately pinned his lips to your chest. He growled excitedly, kneading one breast as he sucked on your other.
»Oh God...,« you whispered just as excitedly and your fingers dug into his blond strands.
»Been waiting for this all day, darling. Fuck.« he sounded so desperate and aroused that you could clearly feel the wetness between your legs dropping impatiently. He placed a leg between your thighs to support yourself and give you the opportunity to grind your needy pussy on his thigh. His cock twitched and you could clearly see the buldge in his pants. As you rubbed yourself on his thigh, one hand of yours grabbed his dick and started to massage it through his pants. He growled darkly on your nipple let it slide through his mouth with a loud plop. Salvia drooling out of his mouth, connected with the tip of your dark red nipple. You continued to rub yourself on his thigh, until Nanami stopped you and dragged down your shorts with your panties.
»Go on, baby.« he said whispering and you continued to rub your bare cunt now on his leg. Nanami growled, forced you to look at him while grinding yourself on him. With every rub your dripping pussy let a wet paint on his pants. The fabric against your sensitive and throbbing core made your orgasm reaching closer and closer. You felt your pussy clenching around his thigh, went faster and faster. Moaning into Nanami’s Face while he kept eye contact with you and massaged your breasts.
»G-gonna…gonna cum…,« you mumbled, your brows furrowed and your cheeks red like a tomato. Your breathe crashed against his and mixed in one intimate way.
»Yes baby, just like that. Cum on my thigh, let yourself go.«
Whimpers and moanings leaving your lips, so desperately for release as you finally hit your point of pleasure. Everything in your body exploded and beat in the same pace as your heartbeat. Kento stepped back, a quick glance went to his pants but he has nothing than a grin for it. He opened his belt but before he could drag them down, you already went down on your knees and dragged his pants along with you. Without saying a word, you looked up to him and grabbed the edge of his shorts to free his already hard cock. It sprang free, right in front of your face with precum on the tip of it. Your back was facing the windows but even through the curtains and the light in the room, yours and Nanami’s figures where clearly visible for your neighbors windows on the other side of your building. But you both didn’t care, you were to interested for each other right now.
You took Nanami’s cock in your hands and massaged his balls while you licked over his whole length. The man shuddered and let out a dark grown. Looking at your every movement and how skillful your tongue went over his cock just like he loves it. He grabbed the back of your hair and motioned you to take it in already. But you only kissed his tip, tasted his precum and grinned naughty.
»Nuh-uh, not so fast. You let me wait, don’t you remember?« you teased him, pumping his cock in your hand.
»Baby...,« he whimpered desperately. For a man so tall and broad, he looked incredibly gorgeous when you looked at him from this angle and literally made him beg. He threw his head back, his throat and Adam's apple moving as he moaned and talked.
»So you want to make me beg?«
You raised a brow allowed yourself this more provocative answer. »It looks good on you.«
He growled and looked down at you again. »My naughty girl.«
That made you grin and your eyes were locked to each other the whole time while you licked his throbbing cock up and down. The urge to press your head against it raised with every second. His hand became a fist as he grabbed your hair and tried to let off some steam. But it wasn’t enough.
Standing in front of your windows like that was electrifying and you forgot about anything. It was like the whole world could watch you and it wouldn’t matter. Because you were with Nanami. He moaned your name several times, his cock pulsing so painfully and the veines on it right visible. You wrapped your mouth around the tip and tingled the tip with your tongue. He grunted some incomprehensible words and curses, breathed in sharply.
»Fuck, Y/N! Suck it off, already. Please.«
You didn’t say anything as you put him deeper in your mouth finally hearing him saying the words. His long shaft slide down in your mouth slowly to get you used to it. You gagged a few times till you got comfortable with it and started to suck him slow and steady like some piece of your well deserved dessert.
»That’s my good girl.« he praised you, fingers brushing through your hair. Your head bumbed against him with every suck. Nanami couldn’t stop to let his voice out, feeling the relief getting closer with every second while your pretty mouth did his magic to him. Sucking faster and faster, you felt his cock throbbing even harder, more precum leaking and tasting on your tongue. But as you heard how close Nanami was to his orgasm, you let his cock slip out of your mouth with a loud plop. A string of salvia still connecting his cock to your mouth. You looked up at him with glistening and hungry eyes.
»Can’t anymore…need you inside.«
The man grabbed and raised you onto your feet but not to bring you to bed but actually to press you against the windows. Your breasts pressing against the cool glass.
»K-Kento…«, You let out surprised but he shut you with a quick smack on your ass. Presenting your view to the world outside like that was arousing, but you both still didn’t realize that opposite your apartment, your neighbor seemed to get the most hot show he ever saw here.
It wasn’t the first time Toji saw you and Nanami fuck like that, but always before you both got any further, he closed his curtains and turned away. Not thinking he had any right to watch your married couple sex.
But seeing now how you struggled with your tits pressed like that, the view just for him like this, he couldn’t look away no. The lights in his room were off so you wouldn’t notice that he was watching you sucking on Nanami’s dick, imagining it was his your lips were wrapped around. And he was hard already, opened his pants and rubbed himself by enjoying the show in front of him.
He knew you both for a while now, but there was nothing more than just a curt greeting in the stairwell every time you met. You were always polite, but of course you only had eyes for your husband. However, today was different. He definitely would see you now with other eyes, always remembering this moment he let himself to witness. And it was entertaining him more than any other porn could ever do.
You looked just stunning like that. That desperate look on your face as your husband lined up himself behind you. Stretching your pretty pussy with his cock. Slowly sliding inside of you. Moans escaped your mouth and Toji would have give everything to hear them. He raised his shirt to give his stomach and abs some air, brushing with one hand over his skin while stroking himself with the other one. It was like he was lining up his cock straight in your direction, ready to shot right on your tits if it would ever be possible. But hey, imagination was allowed right?
He could literally hear your whimpering as you looked back to your husband, begging him for more. Nanami reached around you and let one of his hands disappear between your thighs to your throbbing clit. Your hips started to move against his fingers and his cock from behind.
Then, as if you sensed someone was watching you - or was it just the deep wish and desire inside of you? - your mouth opened wide and you let your tongue out, licking over the glass. Tojis cock twitched in his hand, the man let out a loud growl and threw his head back in his neck. His hand started to rub faster and his tip already glistened with precum.
»K-Ken..please…please fuck me…« you moaned as his cock was finally inside of you but he still took his time to stretch you properly. Spreading your wetness all over your pussy, he brought his fingers up to your lips and let you taste yourself on them.
Your tongue glided along his fingers and Toji pressed his teeth together as he tried to handle this deep urge to feel, touch and taste you. To wonder how sweet you would sound in his hands and how delicious that nectar of your cunt would taste. His hand moved faster, harder while the picture of you clouded his mind. Fuck. He could feel the tension inside of him building up and reaching for relief. His eyes went back to you and he saw how your body still was pressed heavy against the windows without knowing anything about your neighbor’s pleasure right now. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, salvia drooling out of your mouth. There was a fogged spot on the window in front of you because of your heavy breathing against it. Nanami did his true best to get you to pleasure and with every heavy thrust you felt your orgasm approaching.
»Cum for me, baby. Mmmm, that’s right. Cum for daddy.«
His voice was a purr and made your whole body go insane. Especially the way Nanami talked to you brought you faster to orgasm than you could realize it. But it hit you like an explosion and you could do nothing but screaming like a mess and grinding against his cock. He thrust inside of you still in a heavy and violent pace, your pussy cleanched around his cock so tight and delightful. He grabbed you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, till he shot his semen right inside of you. Covering your walls pretty white and marking you.
»Taking me so well, my beloved wife. Never gonna do overtime ever again. Gonna even quit that stupid job just to fuck you all day and night.«
»Oh God, Kento…!« you cried out one last time, riding through yours and Nanami’s climax.
Which seemed to be a climax for Toji as well. The black haired man came in his hand, shooting big ropes of cum into nothing. Spitting curses into the room where he was sitting all alone while you smiled at your husband and kissed him. He watched you and Nanami hug each other, happy and relieved while he was still on his high and letting the afterglow of his orgasm drift him away. Legs spread, shorts and pants down, his cock in his hand full of cum, he leaned back and stared at the ceiling now.
»I think I need a wife.«
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Mushy May: First Aid
I wrote this at like 1am after work. Take that as you will
Pairing: Zephrit
Word Count: 584
“You're a fool.”
“Ow! Zeph it stings.”
“Good! Maybe you’ll think of that next time you wanna pick a fight!”
An uncomfortable silence fills the hotel room. Zephyr’s hands shake slightly as they tend to the cuts on Ifrit’s face with their small travel sized first aid kit. They don’t look him in the eye as they work. Ifrit stays silent, not wanting to upset them further. He flexes his hands every so often, the pain in his knuckles keeping him distracted.
“Stop that. You’ll make the bleeding start again.”
“Sorry…”
Zephyr sighs, placing a bandaid over the worst of the cuts on his brow. They pack up the first aid kit once they’re done. Zephyr doesn’t say a word. Ifrit watches them as they put the box away in their luggage before climbing into the bed. He slowly scoots up from the edge, tentatively trying to twine their tails together. His ears droop when Zephyr whips their tail away.
“Come on birdie…”
“What? Do you expect me to praise you for nearly getting yourself killed?”
“I did not nearly. That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”
Zephyr suddenly sits up, back facing Ifrit, “There were six guys, Ifrit. Six!”
“What was I supposed to do? Sit there and do nothing?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what you do!”
“After what they said about you and Dew? No fucking way. Besides, it was fine. We got away.”
“And what if you hadn’t” Zephyr’s whole body shakes “what would have happened if Mountain hadn’t pulled you out of there? What would have happened if we hadn’t slipped away before the human authorities showed up? What would have happened if your glamour slipped?”
Ifrit reaches forward again, hand resting on their shoulder. Zephyr doesn’t pull away this time.
“Birdie…”
“This isn’t like the Pits Ifrit. You can’t just hide away in your element to heal everything. You can get hurt. You can…”
Zephyr’s hand flies to their mouth to keep the cry that bubbles up in their throat. It doesn’t stop the way their shoulders shake or a few stray tears from falling. Ifrit gasps and immediately pulls them close to his chest. They turn in his grasp to bury their face into his neck, deeply inhaling his scent. Sparklers and burnt marshmallows. They press a kiss to the deep bruise forming on his jaw, exhaling a shaky breath.
“It’s okay Zeph. I’m right here. I’m okay” Ifrit moves them to lay against the pillows, maneuvering to press Zephyr’s feathered ear against his chest.
“Stop pulling these stupid stunts. I can’t stand to see you like this.”
“I know. I’m sorry love.”
Ifrit presses a kiss between their long horns. He instinctively turns up his temperature, rubbing up and down their arms. The gesture pulls a weak laugh from Zephyr.
“Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you right now?”
“You are. You’re letting me hold you and kiss you and love you.”
They scoff and roll their eyes, but a small smile pulls at their lips “Disgusting.”
“What? Can’t a man express his undying love and affection?”
“No. Keep that to yourself” Zephyr clumsily sits up to press a kiss to Ifrit’s lips.
When they break apart, he holds Zephyr’s face between his hands. He gently brushes his thumb under their eye, wiping away the dried tears.
“I love you Zephyr.”
“I love you too” they kiss him again “but don’t ever do that again or I’ll call Alpha to come deal with you.”
“Noted” he laughs.
#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#the band ghost fic#zephyr ghoul#ifrit ghoul#zephrit#mushy may 2024#golfball writes
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The Book was Better
Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader
Warnings: SFW Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name used sparingly, pet names/nicknames, fear of disappointment, a little language, fluff (I mean really do you expect anything less from me? :D)
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A/N- for @asittwas, who just gave me the loveliest compliment and reblog. Thank you darling!! To all of you- sorry to be gone so long. Life hopefully is going to ease up for a while.
"Alright puppy, you ready?" Steve said, grinning as he finished tying your shoes.
"YES!" you screamed with joy, flinging yourself forward into his arms. He laughed and tossed you in the air, before bringing you into his chest and nuzzling your cheek lovingly. "Can we please go now pleeeeease?"
"Yup, it's go time! Let's get Daddy and head out."
You wriggled with excitement. You all were going to the zoo today! The day was finally here! They'd been hyping you up for a while over it- not that you needed the help getting excited- and you were nearly exploding for joy, hence Papa carrying you to find Daddy. If he put you down, you were likely to run roughly 9000 laps around the apartment just on adrenaline alone. And while chasing you was a good workout for the both of them, Steve and Bucky had agreed to keep your energy reserved for the zoo.
"What animals are you most excited to see today, little one?" Steve asked, bouncing you playfully as you made your way together to the bedroom. They had asked you the same question every day for the past two weeks, and you had a different answer every time.
You tapped your fingers against your lips, thinking. "Ummmm..." you mumbled as you thought hard. "Da tigers, and da sheep, and...and..." Steve pinched his lips together in amusement at this new combo and waited for you to finish your thought, "....and the DRAGONS!"
Well. That was an entirely new one.
Steve carefully cleared his throat, wanting to get ahead of this now. "Baby," he said gently, slowing down his pace a bit. You frowned and looked down at his feet, speaking before he could gather his thoughts and patting him hard on the shoulder.
"Papa, go faster!"
"Baby, listen-"
"Go faster to Daddy!! Now!!!"
"Hey," Steve said sternly, stopping immediately. You bit your lip, looking contrite. "Are you allowed to talk to me that way?"
"I sorry," you said, abashed. "I excited."
Steve smiled gently and gave you a kiss on the temple in forgiveness as he resumed his journey. "I know you're excited. But I need you to listen right now and be a good girl. Understood?"
"Okay, Papa!"
"Good girl. So...so there will be lots of fun animals at the zoo today, and we'll see them all, okay?"
"Okay!"
"But there might not be all the animals you want. Sometimes that happens."
"But dat's where dey live. In da ZOO. Dey gonna be dere."
"I know, honey," he said patiently, praying that this didn't go off the rails. They had been reading the Hobbit to you, and you had become obsessed with the characters, especially Smaug. He was the ultimate villain in all your playacting recently. Steve and Bucky tried so hard not to destroy your make believe world, but he also didn't want you to get crushed when you didn't see anything close to the dragon in your mind today. "We'll see all the animals that live at the zoo. But some animals don't live at the zoo."
"I know! Dey live all over the world and den some live at the zoo."
"Right. So the zoo doesn't have all the animals in the world. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to have lots of fun, right?"
"Right!"
"Right. So if an animal isn't there, then that's okay, right? Because we're still gonna have fun."
"Yup!"
"Okay, then!" Steve said, knowing he had laid the ground work to help you if you mentioned "dragons" again, and feeling pretty good about it. You two walked into the bedroom just as Bucky was pulling on a baseball cap. You squealed in delight, leaning forward out of Steve's arms towards Bucky. He spun around and effortlessly caught you, giving you a huge kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, Trouble, you ready?" he asked as Steve retrieved his own ballcap. "You ready to see all the animals?"
"Yeah! We gonna see DRAGONS!"
Steve's nervous gaze swung to Bucky's face. Bucky was looking at you impassively, clearly in thought. He turned and smiled gently, and Steve's heart stopped racing for a moment. Surely Bucky would help and say the right thing to you.
"Well, you never know at the zoo," Bucky said with a shrug and a grin. You cheered loudly. He chuckled at the look of astonished betrayal on his husband's face as you all headed out the door.
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It became clear to the both of them that the idea of dragons had taken hold of your little mind and was not letting up. The entire way there, you chatted animatedly about how when you saw the dragon, Papa and Daddy could pretend to be the knights and the kings and the elves and the hobbits from Daddy's book and save you- the beautiful princess- from certain death and then you- who also apparently wielded a convenient bow and arrow- would save all the animals in the zoo and become the Princess of New York City.
When you all went through the front gates, there was a blessed time when they thought they might be off the hook from this whole dragon thing. All the sights captured and held your attention. You were instantly mesmerized by the beautiful tigers, you laughed at the silly monkeys, you followed the paths of the birds and the peacocks being very careful not to scare them, and your eyes had taken on a wonderous look when you actually got to feed a giraffe. The petting zoo part had been a huge hit. They were almost home free, thinking about lunch as you skipped in between them down the path, holding both their hands.
"Can we see da dragons now?" you asked politely out of the blue, after about three hours of not mentioning it once. Steve shot Bucky a nervous look.
"Well, Baby, remember how I said that some animals don't live in zoos?" Steve said carefully
"Yeah, but-"
"Well, love, dragons don't do well in zoos. And this zoo doesn't have any dragons."
"Yes dey-"
"No, no they don't. But we can go see other animals and keep having fun, right?"
"Go see da dragons!"
"There's no dragons to see here, baby. We could go look at the zebras instead, how would you like that?"
You shook your head, planting your feet, which caused them both to stop. You pointed to a sign on the left, letting go of Bucky's hand.
"See? Da dragons is DERE!" you said triumphantly. "I see da word!!" They turned and looked. The sign that you were impetuously pointing to listed reptiles, tortoises, and...Komodo dragons. "See? Dragons!" You snatched Bucky's hand again, pulling them in that direction. "We gotta go!" you hollered joyfully, yanking your daddies as hard as you could to follow you.
"She must have recognized the word from looking at the book," Steve murmured to Bucky as he let you drag him towards the enclosure. "Do you think she's going to be upset when...when she sees it?"
"Only one way to find out," Bucky said, failing to suppress his grin at your stubbornness and determination, and trotting willingly with you. Steve sighed, exasperated, internally grumbling and swearing to himself that if you had a meltdown it was all going to be Bucky's fault.
Once you all got closer, you excitedly asked Bucky to pick you up in a hushed voice, knowing that dragons could hear intruders into their caves. You wanted a better view for your first time seeing a live dragon.
Steve watched your face very carefully as the three of you approached the large viewing area. He watched as your brow wrinkled in confusion. He heard you whisper to Bucky.
"Where is da treasure?"
Bucky, to his credit, answered quickly, having worked on his game plan all along. "Probably inside," he whispered back. "You know, so the other dragons and zoo people don't steal it. He's got it hidden extra extra good."
"Dat makes sense," you said, nodding wisely. You craned your neck, holding tightly onto Bucky as he tried to hold in a snicker. "How's come we see outsides and not a cave like da book?" was your next question.
"Because we don't want to go into the cave and get burned up, do we?"
"OH! No, don't want dat."
"I didn't think you did."
"But den how's he gonna come out?" You pointed to the opening in the rock. "Is too small."
Bucky was saved by a lizard in that moment. He didn't have a good answer to that one, but luckily the Komodo dragon chose to make his appearance right then. Both Steve and Bucky turned their faces to watch you as your jaw dropped in utter astonishment. The Komodo dragon took his sweet time stepping out of the enclosure, his long tongue flicking the air around him.
"What's he doing?" you asked in an awed voice.
"He's got the scent of something," Bucky whispered back, actually knowing the real answer here. "He senses and tastes something in the air and he's trying to figure out what it is."
"Ohhhhh," you breathed in wonder. Your eyes took in every inch of that Komodo dragon, your little body jolting with surprise or glee anytime the lizard moved. After about three minutes of you being nearly catatonic with joy at finally seeing a dragon, you turned to Bucky again, confusion crossing your face.
"Is bigger in da book," you commented as you tried to figure out why this dragon was so small.
Bucky couldn't help the snort of laughter at that moment, but as your little frown deepened just a bit, he passed it off as a cough then turned very seriously to you. "This must be a baby dragon," he explained in a lofty voice that was clearly supposed to be a stab at a scholarly approach. "A big dragon probably wouldn't agree to live at the zoo."
"But, den where is his daddy dragon? Is he gonna come back?" you asked anxiously.
"Oh yeah, of course," Bucky said without missing a beat. Steve suppressed a smile, knowing that NOW Bucky was mentally sweating bullets. Then, damn it all, Bucky once again dug himself out of the hole. "You know what? This is probably a distraction," Bucky whispered conspiratorially to you.
"Distra...districta...a what?"
"A distraction. The daddy dragon is guarding the real treasure, while the baby dragon makes everyone come look at him because he's so cute and sweet. No one will think to go looking for their treasure because the baby dragon distracts them!"
"Dat is so SMART!" you gasped in agreed. "Smart dragons! Like da books!!"
"Yup, exactly like the books."
You looked back at the Komodo dragon, smiling ear to ear, then turned back to both your daddies.
"Da book was better," you declared happily, then nodded sagely as if the matter was now closed. "Can we go see zebras?"
You all had a delightful rest of the day at the zoo, seeing all the animals, and that night you cheerfully went to bed without a fuss at the promise of a story with your daddies starring as the knights of New York who saved you from the dragon.
And for the rest of your lives, occasionally Steve or Bucky would turn to each other and quietly say "Eh, the book was better," making the each other laugh to the point of joyful tears.
#daddy!bucky#daddy!bucky x little!reader#daddy bucky#daddy bucky x little reader#daddy steve rogers#daddy steve rogers x little reader#daddy steve x little reader#daddy!steve#daddy!steve x little!reader#daddy!stucky#daddy!stucky x little!reader#daddy stucky#daddy stucky x little reader
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Rehearsal
A/N: alright I caved. After only reading about this man for two days I wrote a story about him. This man has a choke hold on my life that I'd didn't think was possible but here we are....
Anyway, this is pre-war Cooper x reader. It is really fluffy but suggestive at the end. Forgive me I wrote it in five hours, haven't slept, and didn't really edit so if there's any mistakes that's why.
Plot: Cooper has feelings for reader. It really comes forward about how he feels and she feels for him when they rehearse a movie together.
Cooper Howard leaned against the railing of the porch of the house that was the backdrop to this scene, his gaze tracing the lights and people milling about. It was the perfect backdrop for the movie he'd been dreaming of – a tale of love, loss, and redemption. Ever since the divorce, it's been hard on Cooper with trying to take care of Janey and still go through with his career. That's why he was so glad to have you as his co-star.
A little more than a co-star more as a friend. Y/N has been with him through the whole divorce with Barbara. She was by his side as he sat and signed the papers. Crying with him as he did. Helping with getting Janey and watching her when he worked late. He always apologized and tried to pay her but she would never accept the money.
“It really is no problem Cooper.” She would smile sweetly at him as she gave him some supper that she made that night. “I've told you time and time again; I love Janey like she was my own. Now eat before I hear another rumble from that stomach.”
He smiled at the memory. She was always taking care of them both. Even when Janey was staying with her mother, she still came over, offering dinner and some beer. Then staying the night just to talk. He would offer his bed for her when she started yawning and seeing that sleepy smile on her face.
“I can't take your bed Coop. I'll just go home and sleep in my own”
“Now darlin’ what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you drive home at this hour? No ma'am, you take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch.”
She smiled, and he swore his heart skipped a bit as she did.
“Alright but just because it would be rude after you offered so kindly.”
He smiled and led her to his room. He grabbed an undershirt and some pajama pants for her.
Her brows scrunched in confusion as she smiled at him.
“Don't want you sleeping in your dress sweetheart. It might wrinkle,” he winked at her as she giggled and took the clothes from him. Her fingers brushing over his sent a red hue to her cheeks.
His heart skipped a beat again as she took the clothes and looked at him through her lashes. He cleared his throat after what felt like an hour as they stared at each other.
“Night sweetheart,” he whispered as he walked through the doorway, starting to close the door behind him.
“Night Coop,” she whispered back.
He smiled at her before letting it shut.
There were a few nights when they would talk for hours and he would wake up on the couch with Y/N in his arms. He would smile and brush her hair back as he stared at her and wonder if he could do this every night.
‘I would like to.’ He would think when this happened. ‘It would be nice for him to have someone here all the time to keep him company. And Janey already has taken a shine to her.’
He would run his fingers through her hair as she sighed in her sleep and tucked her head under his chin, curling into him like she belonged there. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
‘Yeah, I want to have her be with me.’
Now whenever she came over that's all he could think about. How perfect she looked cooking in his kitchen. Helping put Janey to bed, telling her a bedtime story and a sweet little goodnight. How he would think about whenever she stayed the night that they could just share the bed. How he should say fuck it and kiss her. But he was a gentleman and a recent divorcé and now her fucking co-star. Like that doesn't make his feelings for her grow more.
She got the female lead role and that meant she was a love interest. His love interest, to be specific. She was so excited about working with him and Cooper loved it too. That meant more of getting to see her. But that also meant scenes that would be romantic which made his heart want to explode out of his chest.
Speaking of which, this scene that they were doing was a romantic scene. Where his character, an old cowboy whose wife and son were murdered by an outlaw, confessed his love to Y/N's character, the daughter of the mayor who turned out to be the outlaw. It was a weird ride of emotions for Cooper after everything he's been through. But by god didn't you look pretty in your costume.
Speaking of you, Y/N stepped onto the set, her presence like a burst of sunshine amidst the filming chaos. With her effortless grace and magnetic aura, she embodied her character. Destined to capture Cooper's heart on screen.
‘And on set.’ He thought as he flashed her a smile as she walked toward him with a wide grin.
"Hey, Coop," Y/N greeted, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Ready to bring this scene to life?"
Cooper turned to her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Absolutely sweetheart. Let's make magic."
That blush returned on her cheeks and it made Cooper feel a little giddy at her reaction whenever he called her that. He has been flirting with her a little more since the night he woke to them cuddling on the couch. He felt like he was able to have a second chance and by god was he going to take it. If Y/N wanted him though, that was one thing he wasn't sure of, yet.
They took their positions, the script pages fluttering in the breeze. As the cameras rolled, Cooper and Aurora slipped effortlessly into their characters, their chemistry igniting the air like fireworks on a summer night.
“Well if it isn't Mr. McLintock. What has you snooping around here? Gonna get my momma arrested next?”
Cooper smiled at the stern look on Y/N's face. She was really good with this character and Cooper loved the little quips they had improvised with their dialogue.
“Now easy there darlin’,” he drawled, raising a hand as Y/N raised the prop rifle to him. “I'm not here for anyone else. Well, not your momma at least.”
Her eyebrow raised as she cooked the hammer back. “And what would you want with me, Mr. McLintock?”
He placed a foot on a step resting his other hand on the railing.
“Well, I was hoping I could call upon you.”
She let put a harsh laugh, “call upon me? After you let that sheriff take my father? That's funny Mr. McLintock but I don't want you to call upon me.”
He took another step up, face to face with her now. As he stared into her eyes, he saw how they had a twinkle to them. His hand reached out and moved the rifle away from him. Her lips parted and his eyes darted down as he wet his lips before speaking his next line.
“The sheriff found that he was shot in his thigh. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?”
She gasped up at him as he got closer. She turned her head away with a shake as she whispered.
He gently grabbed her chin and faced her back to him. She looked up at him with wide eyes and gulped.
‘Jesus this girl was gonna be the death of him.’
He licked his lips again feeling his air leave his lungs as he whispered.
“What happened?”
Her mouth opened and then closed. She looked close to crying when she answered his question. With each line delivered, Cooper found himself lost in Aurora's eyes, her passion igniting a fire within him. Together, they danced through the dialogue, each word infused with emotion and depth.
“He-he was going to kill you John. I heard him talking to his old partner. He said he was going to get you before you got him and I-”
Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks. She took a step closer, leaving no room between them as she whispered up to him.
“I couldn't let him kill you John. I-I didn't want to lose you.”
Cooper felt his heart thudding against his chest. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack with how fast his heart was going. He knows this was just a part of the script but with how close they were. Cooper couldn't handle the intensity in her eyes. In that moment, time seemed to stand still. They were no longer the two charactersthey portrayed, but Cooper and Y/N – two souls intertwined in a story as old as time.
He wrapped his arm around her waist while his other hand was on her cheek. He leaned in closer as he said his last line.
“You'll never lose me sweetheart.”
As the scene reached its climax, their lips met in a tender embrace, sealing their characters' fate with a kiss that spoke volumes of love and longing. But even more than that, Cooper was confessing his love to Y/N through this kiss. Hoping that she would understand his passion and love for her through it. He heard a small moan come from her as he ran a hand down her side and her arms wrap around his neck. It made his hat tip up at an angle as they kissed but he didn't mind. Not when she ran her fingers through his hair.
The director called cut all too soon, and the spell was broken. Cooper and Y/N pulled away, their breaths mingling in the air. For a moment, they lingered in silence, the weight of their performance hanging between them like a veil.
"Wow," Y/N breathed, breaking the silence with a small smile. "That was... incredible."
Cooper nodded, his pulse still racing. "Yeah, it was."
They shared a moment of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the magic they'd created together. In that studio, amidst the chaos of people and equipment, Cooper and Y/N had found something truly special – a connection that transcended the confines of the silver screen.
“Alright everyone that's a wrap for today. Cooper, Y/N, nice work today you both had a lot of chemistry and I want to see the same thing for tomorrow's shoot.”
Y/N nodded with a smile as Cooper gave a quick alright before the director walked away.
Cooper turned to Y/N to ask a question when she beat him to it.
“Are you bust tonight?”
Cooper shook his head, “not at all sweetheart. Why do you wanna do another dinner date?”
Y/N smiled and stepped closer to him and he placed his hands on her waist to hold her steady.
“Something like that.”
She bashfully said as she looked up through her lashes again. This time though, Cooper could see the loving warmth and the burning of lust in them. It made Cooper's breath catch as he glanced at her lips and back to her eyes. He saw her eyes move down to his lips and then trail down his body. Biting at her bottom lip she sighed as she caught his gaze and ran her hands up his torso to grab the bandana around his neck. She tugged it slightly to bring his mouth close to hers. Just as their lips were about to meet, she smiled.
“Make sure to leave room for dessert,” she purred and turned away from him as she walked off the set. Cooper's breath left him in a rush as he realized he was holding it the whole time. His gaze caught hers as she looked back with a smile and a wink before sauntering out. His mouth turned up in a smirk as he hurried off the set as well.
‘Damn sweetheart.’
#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard#cooper howard x you#the ghoul x reader#the ghoul x you#fallout
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Good Girl
Genre: smut
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Afab!Reader, pet names (sweetheart, baby), one p**** slap, praise (use of good girl), fingering
Synopsis: You've always liked experimenting with different styles, but something about the emo girl outfit you're wearing gets Jake a little worked up
A/N: First time writing smut 🫣 I'm sorry if it's bad, feedback is appreciated <3
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You admired yourself in the mirror, angling your body left to right as you adjusted your skirt and thigh-highs. Once you were satisfied, you sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on your boots, lacing them tightly.
You loved trying out all sorts of outfits: preppy, streetwear, alternative and now 'emo girl'.
Your boyfriend Jake loved seeing your ootd. He'd never fail to compliment you with a genuine grin.
You were about to get up and go flaunt your outfit to him, when he knocked politely on the door before entering. His eyes widened slightly when they landed on you.
"Oh wow," he said quietly. He met your gaze and smiled. "You look amazing, sweetheart."
You stood and made your way to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and went on tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."
Jake's hands rested on your waist, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. He looked down at you with a smirk on his lips. There was a look in his eyes far less innocent than the smile he'd given you a moment before.
You tilt your head. "What are you looking at?"
The smirk remained. "Just you, princess. You look so sexy right now." His eyes dropped to your lips, then your chest, before meeting yours again.
You chuckled and swatted his arm playfully. But he wasn't joking around. His hands slid down to your hips, thumbs hooking into the band of your skirt as he pulled you closer. You could just feel the bulge in his pants pressing into your thigh. Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you swallowed, trying to discreetly press your thighs together.
Jake leant down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "What happened to my good girl, huh?"
Your skin went warm and your heart sped up. Your core throbbed a little more.
"I'm just trying a new kind of outfit," you reply shakily.
"Mm," he murmured, a low grumble in his throat that got you wet, your arousal slowly leaking out into your panties. "You feeling tough today, princess?"
You swallow again and squeeze your thighs tighter, spreading your slick around. "I–"
Jake's teeth nip at your ear. His hands move around to your ass and hold you flush against his body, his clothed boner hitting your clit through your panties. You let out a soft, involuntary moan and he chuckles.
"Maybe we should test it out, hm? See how tough you are when my fingers are inside that pretty pussy of yours."
"Jake," you sigh out, your eyes closing as your hips roll forward to grind against his bulge.
You hear him suck in a breath. "I'll take that as a yes," he says. He leaves a kiss on your neck before pulling away. "Sit on the bed, sweetheart."
You do as you're told, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Jake climbs on, sitting behind you. He puts his legs either side of you and brings you back against his chest. You relax into his warmth while you still can. It's not going to last long before he's destroying you with those gorgeous hands.
Jake whispers into your ear as one arm wraps around your waist and his free hand creeps down your thigh, tickling the skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You're such a good girl for me." His Australian accent melts you like butter and your pussy responds, soaking your panties a little more, clenching around nothing.
Jake's hand glides down your thigh, then up again. Getting so close to your core, yet so far. His touch is so light, sending an excited chill down your spine. You start getting impatient, shifting and groaning softly.
"Jake..."
He tilts his head and his palm rests on your knee. "What's wrong, baby?" You can hear the smirk in his voice and you bite back the urge to slap it off his face. But you can't lie to yourself and say it doesn't turn you on when he messes with you like this.
"Just do it already," you tell him.
Jake chuckles. "I'll do it when I want to, princess," he whispers in your ear. The hand on your waist slowly slides up your front, under your shirt. He cups your breast through your bra before moving the fabric aside with his thumb and teasing your nipple.
You moan quietly and arch into his touch. His fingers trace up your thigh. He squeezes the plush flesh of your upper thigh before slipping your panties aside. You inhale at the sudden cool air against your warm pussy.
His other hand still toying with your nipple, his fingers spread your slick up and down your pussy. You squirm and moan every time he makes contact with your clit.
Jake silences you with a quick slap to the pussy, the wet noise echoing in the silence. You wince, even though it didn't hurt that much. If anything, it makes you even more wet.
"Behave yourself if you wanna cum. Be a good girl for me."
You chew your lip and nod. Satisfied, Jake continues stimulating your nipple as two fingers slip inside you. You bite your lip harder as they start moving in and out, curling to hit your gummy walls. Your back arches and your fingers dig into Jake's thighs, needing something to grasp. You moan softly and it's music to his ears. He speeds up, the crude noises of your pussy sucking in his fingers filling the room. The sensation of his cool metal rings on your heated cunt just adds to the enjoyment.
His increased pace and the stimulation on your nipples has you spilling juices onto the covers, squirming and moaning under Jake's touch. Your nails dig into his thighs through the denim of his jeans.
The hand that was playing with your breast slips out from under your shirt. His fingers trail between your boobs, over your collarbone. They wrap around your neck and squeeze gently.
You squeak in surprise, eyes widening.
"What did I say?" Jake's voice is raspy with lust.
"I'm sorry, Jake," you whimper. His fingers are still working your cunt, drawing your orgasm closer and closer.
He lets out a hum of approval, but keeps his hand on your neck, holding your head back against his shoulder. His fingers pick up pace, stroking your walls with such skill your impending orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. Your eyes shut tightly and you bite down hard on your lip, the knot in your lower stomach tightening. Jake gives your neck a squeeze, harder this time, and it has your head spinning.
"You're doing so well, baby," he praises. "Don't hold back those beautiful noises of yours, princess. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
His words, his grip on your throat, his skilled fingers. You fall over the edge, the knot unravelling in a dizzying but delicious way. Your back arches and your nails claw at the sheets.
"Ah! Jake! Oh god!"
He kisses your neck and gradually slows his fingers as he works you through your high. He releases his hold on your throat and your head drops back on his shoulder. You're seeing stars.
Jake brushes the hair from your face and kisses your temple. "You did so well for me, baby," he whispers.
You take a moment before leaning forward, going to get up and clean up. But Jake wraps an arm around you and gently but firmly pulls you back against his chest. He kisses from your temple to your neck.
"You didn't think we were done, princess?" he whispers in your ear. He rolls his hips up and you feel his raging hard-on on your ass. "We've still gotta deal with this little problem you caused."
#enhypen#enhypen fic#enhypen jake#sim jake#sim jaeyun#enhypen smut#jake smut#jake hard thoughts#jake hard hours#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts
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I literally know nothing about church so this may come out inaccurate 🫠🫠🫠
please accept my offering
[sub! priest x obsessed! gn! reader drabble]
You’ve never really been one for religion, per say. Sure, you drove by a local church practically every morning on your way to work, and sure, most of your neighbors attended said church, but that was about it. You were too busy with your job. Almost as if you were drowning yourself in it. At this point, your dreams were lined with stacks of paperwork.
Your family and friends often told you that you shut yourself in too much. Most of your other relatives had gotten partners, settled down, had families. You were always the odd one out during family gatherings. The only one amongst family your age with nothing to your name but your work.
That took a drastic turn, however.
You’d heard fleeting talk from your neighbors about a new priest arising within the church. The only thing you could say confidently about him was that his name was Abel. Your neighbors, an elderly couple, politely brought up the topic of church after some small talk with them. You didn’t really have much work to complete, or anything to do for that matter, so you casually agreed. Maybe your parents would leave you alone then.
Sunday came all too quickly for you and before you knew it, you’d put together your ‘Sunday Best’, or at least tried to. You couldn’t say that you looked amazing, but at the very least your outfit wasn’t terrible. It was okay. Fog had covered a great deal of the morning scenery, casting a rather gloomy outlook on the neighborhood. You didn’t bother paying attention though; it was just weather, after all.
So with that, you started your car and backed out of your driveway.
When you arrived at the church, you were pleased to see your neighbors at the entrance. You made small talk here and there, and it was overall a lovely addition to your morning. You watched as more and more people pulled into the parking lot.
The morning had zipped by so fast that by the time you could blink, you’d found yourself seated on a pew in the far corners of the church, listening to who you believed to be Father Abel recite verses from the Bible.
Your palms grew clammy as his gaze lazily drifted across the room, a sense of calmness sweeping in with it. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying, but your efforts proved to be unfruitful as you couldn’t help but wander back to Father Abel.
You scolded yourself for being so impacted by a man you hadn’t even met with yet.
For the next couple weeks, you attended the church daily. Every Sunday you’d get dressed and make a beeline for the familiar building. Your parents had been thrilled at the news, grateful that you had found a passion for something other than work. In all honesty, you did. It felt freeing to obsess less over your job, excitement pouring in at the thought of next Sunday.
It wasn’t for the reasons your parents believed, however. On the contrary, it was something much more..questionable.
In all of your life, you’d never been so drawn to a person before. Abel. He had changed that, knowingly or not. With every coming Sunday you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, though you would still chastise yourself to no avail. You’d end up going to church just to catch a glimpse of him. The way he talked, the way he moved with such dignity and grace had completely captivated you.
You knew it was unhealthy. You knew it was wrong. You didn’t care.
The first time Abel had looked at you—fully, not a restless gaze this time—was your fifth week at church. He had been delivering a sermon, mesmerizing the attendees with his powerful gaze. You were transfixed, in all honesty. The elegance he exuded, the concise way he spoke—you almost wanted to drown in it.
You’d been staring so intensely that by the time you realized he’d looked directly at you, he was already shifting his gaze elsewhere. You could’ve sworn that his eyes had struck a chord deep within you. Captivated.
The second time left you breathless. In the early moments of your arrival, you’d been awkwardly shuffling past the hordes of people at the door towards your usual spot in the back. It was overstimulating; the loud voices paired with the never ending footsteps was definitely something to your half-asleep figure.
Your eyes had been darting all over the place, frantic in their pursuit of whatever you’d been looking for. Abel had been up in very front of the church, as usual, simply watching the crowd enter. You’d locked gazes with him the moment he’d been scanning over the area near you. Your heart had started to pound a mile a minute and you were sure that you saw a ghost of smirk on his face.
The third time was enough for you to go into cardiac arrest. People had slowly been oozing out of the church, as the sermon had just ended. You’d stayed for just a couple more minutes, letting it soak all in.
There was a reason why you’d stayed even for just a little while longer. You’d been waiting for quite some time to just spill out what had been going on inside your home for the past weeks.
It started with dreams. They were never really clear to begin with, but it always ended with Abel. You couldn’t get the image of him out of your head. Flushed, sweaty, beautiful as he collapsed back onto the sheets. Taut skin glistening with thin sheens of sweat, ecstasy swirling in his eyes.
Then it slowly escalated to fleeting thoughts. Whether you were in the middle of work or talking to your parents over the phone, your mind would wander just for a moment. Thinking about how he would feel underneath you. How his warmth would mix with yours.
From there it climbed even higher. You’d gone from random dreams to full on fantasies. Touching him, kissing him, corrupting him, him, him, him. You tried to stop. You really did. But you were already too far gone, too deep in.
You were just getting up from your pew when you noticed Abel walking around. Then he’d approached you and started talking. The sound of his voice up close was sweeter than any bird you’d ever hear. It was nothing special. You’d anxiously tried to keep the conversation going. Until he popped the question.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
You paused. You did, truly, but at the moment you’d been granted the opportunity, you hesitated.
You looked down in shame. “…Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.”
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“Fuhck! Pleashe, I need it, ahhh!” He gasped, head falling back as his hair prettily framed his face. Glowing. That’s what he was. If he’d dared to curse like this during his sermons, chances are he’d be publicly condemned for such a thing. But this was no longer a priest. This was a man lost to debauchery.
He curled into his nude body as you thumbed his slit, heavy breaths escaping his throat. At this rate, he didn’t even want to be saved. Abel reveled in the feeling of your fist pumping his cock, giving him high after high after high. A part of him was embarrassed that he was losing himself to sin on a wooden pew of all places, smack in the middle of a holy place. That part was long gone.
He bucked his hips up into your hand, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt another release coming.
You kissed up his neck softly as you fucked him silly, while he moaned directly into your ear. “Are you close, baby?” You asked, stroking his length.
“Yesss,” He choked out, “Ca—uh!—can I?” He let out a shaky breath, addicted to the feeling of your body on his.
“Cum for me.” Your blunt answer sent shivers up his spine, and before he knew it, he’d been bucking up into the air again, ropes of cum coating his chest. He panted heavily, collapsing back on the pew as his eyes threatened to close.
Finally, with one heaving breath, he uttered, “Can we…can we take this to my place?”
Giggling, twirling, kicking my legs . . he seems so cute !! <3
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Wille's Month - Cooking/Baking
day 5! @youngroyals-events
Kristina finds Wille in the kitchens. rating: G
read below the cut or on ao3.
“Shoot,” Wille mumbled, sweeping together the big pile of flour he’d accidentally dumped on the counter. Who would’ve thought using a scale would’ve been so complicated. He figured he had seen enough Instagram reels of people baking to be able to figure it out. That was maybe not totally the case. Not to mention it was the ass-crack of dawn and he still felt the dregs of sleep in his brain.
“Wilhelm?”
He jumped, spilling even more flour. Turning around, he found his mother standing in the kitchen doorway. She wore a robe wrapped around her, her hair tied up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her like this. To any outsider, it would’ve simply looked like a mother checking on her child, rather than the Queen of Sweden staring confusedly at the Crown Prince.
“Mamma.”
“Why are you awake so early?”
Thankfully, she sounded more puzzled than upset. He gestured awkwardly to the array of ingredients. “I wanted to– I’m trying to make pancakes.”
“Whatever for?”
“Um,” Wille fumbled for the words. “I wanted to make breakfast for Simon. Usually when I stay at his, Linda will–”
He cut himself off and looked down at the dusting of flour on his feet, across the light tile floor. How could he explain this to his mother without offending her? Wille knew, he knew that his family was different, that the Queen didn’t have time to make little breakfast spreads for her child and his boyfriend. (Although, in all fairness to Linda, she worked plenty and still made time, but that was besides the point.) He’d resented it when he was younger. It didn’t seem fair that everyone else seemed to have family dinners so often. The first few times he’d stayed for dinner at Simon’s, sitting around the table with everyone laughing and talking loudly, had nearly made Wille cry. The closest his family had ever come to that was when Erik was still alive and would occasionally come back from Hillerska to visit. As he got older, though, he grew used to it and tried to forgive his mother for all the missed bedtimes and sports games, the stinted dinners and tense breakfasts. Things had grown slightly warmer between them since they’d agreed he would officially step down on his 18th birthday. He didn’t want to do another thing to upset her, to make that rift grow even wider.
“Would you like some help?”
Wille’s head snapped back up. “What?” His mother had stepped further into the room and begun moving towards him.
“Do you have a recipe, or have you just started mixing random ratios together?”
He felt at a loss for words again, brain too busy trying to comprehend what was happening, so he simply shrugged.
“Let’s see, then.” She picked up his phone from the counter and dusted the coating of flour off the screen.
For the next half-hour, Wille followed along as his mamma gave him gentle instructions and guided him through the recipe. He beat the eggs in a bowl while she measured and combined the dry ingredients. Later, she pulled blueberries from the fridge and arranged a handful into a smiley face on top of one of the cooking pancakes. Wille just watched on in a daze, feeling a laugh bubble up at the absurdity when he saw Kristina smile down at the silly little smiley-face pancake. He tried to flip one of the pancakes by tossing it in the air and she laughed – laughed – when he missed and it fell face down on the floor. She helped him arrange the food onto a platter and then waved him off.
“I’ll clean this up,” she said. “You go on.”
Wille looked at his mom, at the brush of flour on her cheek and the few strands of hair that had come loose from her bun. He rushed forward and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her neck.
“Oh, gubben,” she whispered, rubbing his back.
He mumbled a watery, “Thank you,” and hugged her tighter.
“You’re very welcome.”
Stepping back, he wiped at his face and sniffled then nodded. She smiled up at him and Wille felt that rift grow a little smaller.
Before he stepped out the door with his tray of breakfast, he turned back. “I love you, mamma.”
“I love you, too, älskling. Now, go before they get cold.”
#i hope this as healing for you to read as it was for me to write#I have a lot of feelings about Wille and Kristina#willemonth2024#wmday5#young royals#ex prince wilhelm#yr drabbles
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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet laurance x fem!reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: all it takes is one slip up
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
𝐂𝐖: stalking by a customer, break in and attempted kidnapping (but laurance saves you ofc)
𝐀/𝐍: needed this comfort i was feeling angsty
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
you thought nothing of it when your coworker had to leave early for a family emergency, shooing them off to take care of their personal business and leaving you to close up the night shift alone.
you’re not sure how that issue didn’t cross your mind until you were alone in the building, with not another soul in the vicinity to protect you or be your witness.
it was a stupid blunder on your part, really. there had been a very persistent customer recently who has taken a strange liking to you. anytime you looked he’d already be watching you, distrustful eyes constantly trained on your figure. you clocked his intentions immediately, and made sure to always have at least one other person with you when you closed up for the night.
especially when he got increasingly more forward. he tried to act like you were friends, greeting you with a smile that lacked warmth and always trying to pick up conversations with you. at first you played along. his questions seemed innocent enough, and you always had an excuse of having to get back to work when it started to get horribly awkward.
that was before his curiosity got much more specific and very obviously intentional, despite how he tried to play it off.
“we should go have fun together sometime.”
“do you have a boyfriend?”
“do you live alone?”
“is that your car on the side of the building?”
when you’d avoid the question and ask him why, he’d nervously laugh it off like you were the strange one, saying he just liked to be friendly with everyone. it’s not like you were anything special.
your panic is amplified when you see him approaching the glass front doors that clearly had the closed sign facing forward. despite watching him reach for the handle like a deer in headlights, you still jolted and nearly dropped the mop from your hands when the sound of the locks against the metal threshold clanged and echoed in the empty building.
you’re still frozen when you watch him cup his hands, glancing into the now dimly lit interior. his dark eyes land on you, pinning you in place and leaving you lightheaded in panic. he smiles that same, terribly cold smile, one of his hands pointing towards the door handles.
“we’re closed.” you announce loudly, enough for him to hear through the thin glass separating you. you curse at the uncertain shakiness to your statement.
he pauses before gesturing at the door again, smile pleading as if he just needed a small favor. you shake your head no, and feel the blood drain from your face as his expression slowly drops. those eyes bore into you with a blank expression, void of any good will he might be capable of.
he bangs on the door twice, making you jump in place at the sudden rattling sound it makes against the locks. you set down the mop, backing away while keeping your eyes fearfully trained on him. shaky hands grasp onto your phone, quickly dialing up laurance as the stare down continues.
“hey, my love. you headed home?”
“can you come pick me up? please,” you beg in a shaky voice, watching as the man trailed back into the darkness where you couldn’t see from the front windows.
“what?” his voice quickly changes to a startled clarity, and you faintly hear the noise of quick shuffling and the jangling of keys through the line. “what’s wrong?”
“that guy is outside, he wants to get in and i’m here alone-“
“you’re there alone?!” he cuts you off.
“yes, my coworker had an emergency. i’m really scared.”
you’re backing up into the employee’s breakroom, whipping your head between the front entrance and the side entrance where everyone clocks in and out for the day.
“i’m already on my way, just stay where you are. i’ll be there in five minutes, okay?” he tries to softly reassure you, despite the tense grit in his tone.
“but the drive is ten-“
“i’ll be there in five.”
“okay…”
“have you called the police?”
“no.”
“okay, hang up with me now and call them.”
you stutter out another shaky okay, before hesitantly hanging up on him and dialing the emergency line. it doesn’t take you long to explain everything to the bored-sounding operator, who tells you dispatch will be there in less than ten minutes.
your eyes dart from both doorways, to the clock, back to the doorway, and the time again. it’s been four minutes since you called laurance. your routine is interrupted by the startling noise of glass shattering by the front. you cover your mouth as panic fills your lungs, face and limbs going cold.
“miss? hello? what was that?”
“he broke in,” you whisper, stumbling and backing towards the other exit.
“do you have a place to hide? hello? miss?”
you don’t hear the operator as you lower the phone from your face, straining to hear any movement from the other side of the door and only receiving eerie quietness in return. slowly, you reach behind you, unlocking the bolt to the back entrance to make a run for your car. before you can turn to open the door, it flies open from behind you, harshly clipping your back and sending you stumbling forward.
a startled scream leaves your lips as you turn, throwing your phone as hard as you can into the man’s head. he cusses in pain, giving you enough time to dive over the break table and sprint through the doorway, ducking your head through the now-broken front door.
glass crunching under a second pair of footsteps behind you barely gives you any alert before a hand harshly tugs your shirt back. another hand grips onto your arm before headlights pull dangerously fast into the parking lot.
tires skid to a sudden stop, screeching and burning rubber into the concrete.
“HEY!”
the hands leave you, shoving you down into the concrete below you. footsteps rush past you, and you turn to see laurance running after your attacker. he snatches him by the shoulders, yanking him down and slamming him into the concrete below.
“you piece of-“ he starts, but he’s too overwhelmed by anger to even utter another word.
you can hear the crack from where you sat, as laurance’s fist crushed down into the man’s face. he doesn’t stop there though, lifting him up by the short hair on his scalp and punching him back down into the ground again. you watch in shock until you see blood visibly splatter on the concrete next to him.
“laurance!” you cry out, voice shaky as you stare at him wide-eyed.
he immediately stops at the call of his name, looking up at you with shaky breaths. he finally focuses on the state you’re in, kicking the practically unconscious man into the pavement one last time before rushing over to you.
he kneels next to you, his breath uneven and angry as he exhales through his nose in an attempt to calm down for you. hands raised to hold your head, thumbs wiping tears you didn’t know had begun to fall. he pulls you close, tucking you safely into his arms that still shook with adrenaline.
“it’s okay, baby. i got you, you’re safe.”
his eyes dart down to your bruised and scraped hands from where you fell, one of his hands maneuvering your leg to reveal a large gash through your pants. you realize you must have sliced yourself on the broken glass on your run out, too overwhelmed by fear to even notice it ripping into your skin.
another angered sigh leaves laurance’s mouth and his head whips back to the man moaning in pain against the sidewalk, as if he was debating finishing the job.
red and blue lights interrupt whatever inner battle he was having with himself, as two cruisers whip in next to his car. you lift your head, pointing towards the pathetic heap of a man behind you as the officers rush out.
laurance’s leather jacket is then tightly wrapped around your shoulders, and he’s tightly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hooking under your legs. he lifts you up delicately but with a certain firm strength, like you’d crack like porcelain if he even slightly faltered.
the scent of his familiar cologne wafted up through the warmth of his jacket, and you practically melted at the immediate comfort it brought you. you feel dizzy as the adrenaline leaves your veins, resting your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes, letting the bright red and blue lights paint shapes across your eyelids.
“let’s get you patched up and then we’ll get you home safe, okay my love? i’ll never let something like this happen again.”
©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.
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Today we're offering the Masters a view of daily life in the orphanage~ 💁♀️
The teacher for the afternoon woodcarving class overslept again, so Master Eiden has been grabbed at the last moment to stand in! ❣️
"Well... so long as I don't have to do any weird experiments, exhausting training, or perform crazy acrobatics... I can probably take care of them."
Seeing the cute children focused on their work, Eiden lets out a sigh of relief. 💞
Did you also take art classes when you were little?
The thing everyone looks most forward to in an art class like this is the time for sweets! 🍩
Below is a snack specially prepared for the art class.
Let's enjoy this relaxing afternoon together. 🥰
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These are honestly so cute
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I am on some bullshit right now, bruh
#just re-watched pocahontas for the first time in many many years and dawg#the character animation in that film is so gorgeous#like they went so hard on ACTING through the animation#im getting obsessed again like i was when i was little#like u gotta understand: the disney pocahontas character (a truly fictional character inspired by real events let's get that straight)#i was like in love with her. i wanted to be her like oh my god#and the way they animated john smith was such a departure from their other disney LI's up til then (as *i* recall)#so detailed!! the expressions!!! the fucking YEARNING!!!!!!#best love story out of all the disney flicks imho. as a Story it's so powerful#I'm gonna think about the symbolism of them having to part#after grandmother willow had told them 'only when the fighting stops can you be together'#implying that the fighting isn't over and probably never will be#fuxking painfuslfjk#i know i know: c'est ~~problématique~~#but look. I'm from a racially diverse family okay?#my dad's side especially. nobody over there stuck to their own race/ethnic group#my parents are a mixed couple. i know how hard it is to make that work.#most interracial couples I'd seen on tv until that point were very...chaste?#mostly played for laughs (oh haha the cultural dissonance is so cute and funny!) or worse: to play up racial sterotypes#but to see one depicted as a straight-forward romance- as two people deeply in love and not played for a gag? AND as the core of the story?#mannnn that means a lot to me even all these years later#so yeah im deep in the 'hunting down feel-good fix-it fics' phase wish me luck
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