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Indiscretion

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Indiscretion - in·dis·cre·tion :: /indəˈskreSH(ə)n/ noun • Behavior or speech that is indiscreet or displays a lack of good judgment. Alternatively can be synonymous or associated with - A loss of innocence…

Who? :: GuardianAngel!Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader, IncubusDemon!Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

WC :: 3,051

AN :: M¡nors DN¡ (I check every like and reblog), if you’re religious or a person of faith, this may not be for you. This chaptered series is going to involve angelology and demonology amongst other topics and things. I don’t want complaints or messages that I’m going to hell, you’ve already been warned so, save the pearl clutching for something actually worthwhile - like real world issues (눈_눈 ) That aside, I hope you all had a gentle holiday season and a happy new year 🥳

⚠️ :: Again, religious content, and a relatively benign wet dream lol. Aka, nothing but good ‘ol dream seggs ૮( ♥️ﻌ♥️)ა

‼️:: Catch and Release part 3 is being worked on, I needed to overhaul the beginning because an idea struck me and I needed to add it. It’s coming, not to worry!

Artist :: I tried to find who this artist was as I found this on Pinterest. If anyone knows or has any idea, please let me know so I can reach them and give proper credit. And, if you know the context/meaning of the very famous, original painting this one is based on, well then, you’re already ahead of the game now, aren’t’cha? ( 눈 ᴗ 눈)

Very Human Feelings • Ch. 1

You weren’t sure when you started finding feathers randomly throughout your apartment. You’d initially thought they were coming from your down comforter and pillows but, that idea left you when you noticed how pristine white they were. You didn’t think you’d seen a more stark shade before in your life. Not only were they an unnatural shade of white, they were quite large, too. None of the feathers in your comforter and pillows were that large nor that white.

It had been going on for a little over a month when you spotted one next to your bed after coming home from work one evening. Only this feather was slightly longer than your forearm - from fingertip to just past your elbow. By now you were worried. How could a feather that long, that beautiful, have ended up perfectly at the side of your bed? As you held it, you pondered, running your fingernail back and forth, grazing against the spine of the feather before your eyes went wide and you stood still. That’s when you heard it. As you sat frozen in place, your eyes grew wide at the thought that someone was in your safe spot, your home. It sounded like someone gasped in your apartment. Your hand that was holding the feather was now shaking as tears lined the rims of your eyes.

“H-hello?”

You felt stupid. Who willingly calls out into their dimly lit apartment to the very probable bogey man intruder? Twiddling the feather between your fingers, you took a few tentative steps outside your bedroom, head looking from side to side. Stepping out into the living room you let your eyes take a fleeting sweep across the place. Nothing. Tiptoeing into the kitchen also revealed the same. That left one more room to check, the scariest one if you were honest. Taking care to not step on the floorboards you knew would creak and groan, you made your way to the bathroom to check once more.

Flicking on the light showed there was nothing, no one you could see or sense but, that left your shower which could be a likely hiding spot. With a gulp and a shaky hand reaching for the curtain, you swiftly pulled it back as though ripping off a bandaid to get it over and done with. You flinched back, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. But, when nothing happened, you slowly opened your eyes and again, saw nothing. Nothing but an empty and well kept shower that you had cleaned the other day. Could you have been hearing things after a long day of working the museum? That was very likely.

You walked back into your bedroom and placed the new feather in the vase with all the other ones you’d found throughout your apartment during the past month. You were impressed that this new feather was taller than the vase as it hung off the side of it, making a new decorative piece in your room. You sighed as you eyed your collection. Maybe unwinding from the day would do you some good. After having an uneasy shower, you made your way to your bed, turning down the blankets before diving into your comfy sanctuary for a night of much needed sleep.

Letting out a yawn that made your eyes tear, you reached over to your night table for your bottle of melatonin gummies. Popping a couple in your mouth, you chewed them, the strawberry flavor a pleasant taste in your mouth as you closed the bottle back up. Placing it down on your night table once more, you reached for your tablet to continue reading the latest web comic you were infatuated with. You were hoping to get to the bombshell of a reveal they had been hinting at the last few chapters.

Well, it hardly mattered because within a half an hour you were knocked out with the tablet laying against your ribs just under your breasts when a hand reached out to grab it from your limp grasp. Golden eyes monitored the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed differently in sleep, slower, gentler, watching for any change that would indicate that you were stirring. As his large hand griped the tablet, your head suddenly moved, turning from right to left as you adjusted. The man standing next to you stilled while half his body became invisible, incredibly large white wings behind his back fluffed out as he panicked. Once you stilled again, he detected your breathing had gone back into its slow rhythm of sleep. He willled his body to become visible once more as he quickly grabbed your tablet off you, plugging it in to charge as he’s watched you do hundreds of times before, placing it down on your night table before retreating back to the reading nook bench you had made in the deep window sill.

He watched you as you slept, peace washing over him as the comfort of sleep overtook you. He’s been watching over you more than usual lately and he’s not entirely sure why, but, there was a nagging feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was it oncoming danger? Was it just an unnatural worry that his kind tended to harbor for their wards? He just didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed to watch over you, and if that meant he needed to skip out on some key meetings up in the Heavenly Realm, so be it. He was fine with that. He was assigned to you, he’d see his job through in making sure you were safe as he silently nodded to himself.

“Keigo?”

Golden eyes widened as his snowy white wings flared out into dangerously sharp points.

“Relax, it’s me, Raphael.”

Keigo relaxed a little, rising from his place in your reading nook to meet the new entity who appeared in your bed room.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you here?”

Raphael sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“Are you kidding me? You missed the big meeting and Dad’s very mad about it.”

Keigo’s shoulders slumped s little, head hung low to not meet sharp blue eyes.

“I’m sorry but, I had something important to attend to. I’ll make it up to Him, I’ll go speak to Him directly.”

Raphael’s own wings shook in disapproval.

“Something important? Something important, Keigo? What in the blazes are you thinking?!”

“Would you shut your mouth, Raph?! She’s sleeping!!”

“She cannot hear us!!! Oh. Oh! You have got to be kidding me, Keigo.”

Keigo’s head tilted to the side, straw blonde hair moving with him.

“You remember what happened to Samyaza, right? Right?!”

Raphael was now leaning towards Keigo, anger etched into his features.

“What happens to angels who get too close to their wards?”

Keigo’s eyes widened, darting between your sleeping form and Raphael in worry.

“I-it it it it's not like that! I just have a feeling is all, I-!”

“You have a feeling? What kind of feeling?”

Keigo hated feeling like he was being picked apart, especially under Raphael’s gaze. He was a respectable, high ranking angel who always carried out his work with the quickest efficiency that always yielded nothing but the best results.

“I-I… I just feel like something bad is going to happen is all. That’s it, nothing more.”

Raphael took this time to look Keigo over, looking for any hint that he could be lying to him. He detected nothing. Keigo knew he was using his power on him, looking deep into his heart for any lies being told. Raphael let out a quick breath, thankful he was telling him the truth.

“Hmm. And you were going to report your feelings when?”

“When I was absolutely sure.”

Raphael looked around the room, seeing your sleeping form completely undisturbed at the fact that they were in your space having a slight argument. Blue eyes continued to look around before falling on the vase filled with Keigo’s feathers.

“You’ve been here a lot. Too much.”

Keigo followed his gaze and froze.

“Only to serve as a lookout in case of danger.”

Raphael looked back at Keigo with dead seriousness in his eyes.

“You’re leaving traces of your - no, our existence in her home. You’ve left a feather that large around for her to see? Limit your time here, Keigo. I know she’s your ward, I know you care what happens to her, but, you need Dad’s permission to interfere should there even be a threat towards her. Yeah?”

Raphael’s look softened a little as Keigo listened to what he had to say,

“You’re my best friend, more importantly my brother, Keigs, even Uriel is worried about you. I don’t want to see you cast out of paradise at the expense of some… some human. Yeah, Dad loves them all to bits, but they're fallible, weak. They die easily. They’re both resilient and fragile all at the same time. Don’t follow in the footsteps of Samyaza and don’t even get me started on Lucifer. Our love of humans should only go so far after what happened all those millennia ago. Do not cross that line in chase of things we were never meant to have. Let the humans love one another and let us continue to do our work and interfere where and when we’re needed and focus on our own. C’mon, I see the way Zadkiel looks at you!”

Raphael placed a hand on Keigo’s shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I mean, it’s not like that but, I get it and Zad’s got eyes for Galadriel. They’re a much better match. Is everything alright back home?”

He wanted to change the subject so badly, talk about anything other than why he’s been here in your apartment so much or Raph trying to get him together with Zadkiel for the umpteenth time.

“Well, some of the other angels have been talking about you. Some of them are starting some rumors that yours truly has gone and quashed, you’re welcome very much.”

“What? What are they saying?”

At this, Keigo was actually quite worried.

“Some are saying that you’re falling from grace because you’ve gone and fallen for a human. Some are even placing bets on the next time they see you that your wings will be darker than they last saw you - to see you brimming with sin.”

Keigo’s wings ruffled hearing this, fanning open and coming forward for a good look at them.

“But, they’re just fine! They know I’m a good worker!! I’d never throw my grace out for a human. For any human.”

“Well, why don’t you come back home with me now and put Dad’s worries at ease, then? Also, coming back with me will make our lower level brothers and sisters shut their mouths and have a lesson in doubting their elders. Dad would hate to see them doing such things like that anyway.”

Raphael grinned at Keigo, hand held out to him before a shimmery mist began forming behind his own beautifully large wings. Keigo looked from you back to Raphael and then back to you, not reaching to take Raph’s hand.

“Really?”

Keigo gave a charming angelic smile and declined.

“I’m not done here. I’ll head back home when I am, I promise.”

With a heavy sigh, Raphael dropped his hand and shook his head.

“Alright, man. Alright. But, don’t come and complain to me if Dad rips those wings off… one feather at a time.”

At that, Keigo winced. Raphael smiled sinisterly as for a brief moment thousands of individual eyes opened on each of his feathers, each one spinning around maniacally before Keigo sucked his teeth.

“I promise, I won’t. And stop trying to scare me, I’ll-I’ll handle Dad, don’t worry.”

Raphael closed every eye but the two on his face, winking to Keigo with a chuckle.

“Whatever you say, trouble maker. Later, baby brother.”

Keigo watched as Raphael stepped into the shimmery mist, disappearing entirely before the shimmers dissipated. He finally felt he could relax once more now that he was alone with you again. He’d headed back to his place to watch you sleep, alone with his thoughts. As the hours passed, he stayed watching you, golden eyes never leaving you as you turned and made sounds throughout the night.

At some point, you began making noises that Keigo had heard you make before. He knew what this meant, it seemed you had nightmares frequently. He got up and walked to the side of your bed, watching as your face changed slightly before an entirely different sound came out from you.

You moaned.

Keigo has never heard this sound from you and he immediately worried your nightmare was causing you pain. He reached a hand out, determined to have calm wash over you with his powers. As he’d done countless times before, he reached his hand to your head and began seeing into your mind, seeing your nightmare. Only, he suddenly flinched back as though electricity had shocked his hand.

“Agh!”

Sweat began to bead at his temples as he warred with himself to look into your mind again. Seemed it didn’t matter what he thought because his hand was already reaching out to your forehead without ever having checked in with him. As he’d done before, he began reading your mind and seeing your dream which he now knew wasn’t a nightmare.

Keigo watched as you were being bent over a kitchen counter that wasn’t your own - the whole place in your mind wasn’t one he knew at all. However, he did know the man who was actively thrusting into you so hard that he could hear the way your naked skin would squeak against the marble top as the force of it pushed you upwards. This man you were currently dreaming of is your now ex. Keigo had been there the day he had brought another woman into your apartment, into your bed where you had caught the two of them together. He was also there, standing next to you as you broke down and kicked both of them out, ending the relationship right then and there. He was proud of you back then, had hugged you when you dropped onto your couch after the scumbag left with his chosen sidepiece and you wept into your throw pillow. You hadn’t dated anyone since then, choosing to throw yourself headlong into your work and be more social with your friends instead and the change had done you some good in the long run. Then why in the hell were you dreaming about this absolute waste of space at a time like this? And so… so graphically, too?!

Keigo couldn’t rip his hand away from your forehead. It was as if some sort of force had glued his hand there and would not free it for anything. He watched as you moaned, driving yourself back to meet the man’s thrusts before he bowed over you, consuming you whole as his larger frame draped over you.

“Where do you want my cum? Hm? Tell me where you want it, baby.”

Your breathing was heavy along with his own and you managed to finally say something,

“Inside, fuck, please! Cum inside me!!”

Keigo watched as a devious grin spread across the man’s features before his head whipped over to the side, causing Keigo to take in a sharp breath.

“You watchin’, “Holy One”? Watch. This is gonna make her fuckin’ soaked. Too bad you can’t ever have a taste.”

Your ex reached an arm around to your front, toying with your clit. The moan you let out at that was porn worthy and Keigo’s mouth went dry as you began to slam yourself back to meet his harsh thrusts. Your ex turned his head once again to look Keigo in the eyes, glowing indigo irises meeting golden hues and with one last thrust, your ex grit his teeth and came inside you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and causing you to whimper in reality. The sound had Keigo both focusing on your physical form while also still seeing your dream. In the physical world, you were now squeezing your thighs together, your hand balled with a fistful of your quilt. The man in the dream refocused and once again looked to where Keigo would’ve been standing, grinning before the dream started to dissipate entirely.

His hand finally left your head and he registered that he was all out of sorts. He’d never seen anything like that, hell, he’d never felt anything like that before and it worried him. But, worry wasn’t all that was there. He was startled, almost scared, his heart beating a mile a second as he breathed rapidly. Of course he knew of humans having sex. It was a giant piece to the pie of human life, to procreate. However, he’s never seen you with anyone, never heard you like that before. He’d always given you space in your “alone time”, so he’s never even been there for that and now he’s seen some very private part of you that he should’ve never seen. To be fair, he thought you were having another nightmare. And that man, your ex, was the cause of the majority of them. Which is why he didn’t understand why you were dreaming about him in this way to begin with.

There was a new feeling blooming within him that he didn’t even realize until he thought about it more. Was this… jealousy? Surely not. Angels cannot feel jealousy. Well, Lucifer did. And Morningstar ended up paying for it with the ultimate price: Being driven out of Paradise. His brother, his friend, was gone and had not been home since all those millennia ago. This new feeling made Keigo absolutely sick. He’d never wanted to fight a human before now and what he’s just seen was still replaying in his own mind.

“Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe for the first time ever, Dad has made a mistake and I’m not cut out to be a Guardian after all.”

Keigo went to sit down at the nook again, brilliant wings curled around him as he watched you again, this time taking you in quite differently than he had just a mere ten minutes ago. As he thought more about the dream, his newfound jealousy had turned into pure unadulterated anger. How had that sleaze known where Keigo was viewing from? And the more he thought about it, the more it became clear that that was no normal dream. The more he recalled, he remembered that the actual eyes of your ex did not fit the man’s eyes in the dream. That was an entity that was controlling your dream and that feeling Keigo had felt before, the one of coming danger, increased tenfold at the realization.

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playingmyselfafiddle · 4 months

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Happy New Year everyone!!!🥳🎉🥂 Ily all <333333

#happy new year!!!#text #HAPPPPPPPPPPPY NEWWWWWWWWWWW YEARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!#🥂🎉🥳🌟🍾🎊#I HOPE 2024 IS THE BEST TO ALL OF YOU!!!💗🥳#May all of your dreams come true💞

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ykimhak01 · 1 year

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oh my thank you so much

#happy new years guys #happy new year!!!!🥳🎊🎊🎊🥳🥳#thank you for asking 🥺🥺🥺❤️💓💞💞😐🧡#thank you so much #i think good bye 2022

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kyunsies · 2 years

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goodnight <3

#🌙#hi friends <3 i wanna share my weekend w you bc i had so much fun <3 #firstly i went to my grandparents house as you know and my grandpa has mild dementia so he’s quite forgetful at times but !!! he was doing #really well this weekend 🥺 telling me things in his week he remembers and it made me really happy <3 these days he cries often when he sees #me bc i’m all grown up to him ;____; i love him dearly #secondly !!!! I SPLURGED ON A NEW JO MALONE PERFUME :D it’s called butter mandarin and it’s limited edition it smells SO freaking good omg #i also when and got an eye exam bc i haven’t gone in 2 years and i think my vision has gotten a bit worse but guys …. you’ll never guess #what i have …. a freaking LAZY EYE AT THE AGE OF 23 NXNDJD #but it all makes sense to me now since my left eye has always been shit lmao…i just think that’s so funny 😭#so i got new glasses and they’ll be shipped hopefully in about 2 weeks !!!#also today my fam and i went to a flower market today and it was soooo nice outside like BEAUTIFUL #and !!!! i convinced my little cousin (well she’s 14 lol) to come with me to the mx concert for our city in 2 weeks so im just so so happy #about this weekend guys <: i hope u all had the chance to have a lovely weekend too <3 #goodnight and sleep well 💞💓💖💗💘💕

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kimtaegis · 1 year

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annie!! just wanted to wish you all the best with your degree this year, you can do it!! don’t forget to take care of yourself too <3 I finished my masters a few years ago now and while it was hard— it was worth it so keep going!!! 💜💜 and happy new year!

thank you so much kayla darling 🤍 I’m definitely taking much care of myself right now mentally to be well-prepared for what’s to come and will try my best to keep doing it during those busy times then too, promise! And it’s very motivating to hear that you think it was all worth it in the end, I truly hope it’ll be the same for me <3

#happy new year to you too my love! hope this year will treat you well 💞#kayla💙#cordiallyfuturedwight #annie’s mail

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theguyinthemathexamples · 1 year

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Happy New Year, Everyone:DDDDDDDDDD

I hope y'all would have a wonderful year ahead and may whatever god or being give y'all a very very good year:]]]]]

To anyone who are about to do so, have an advanced happy new year :DDDDDDDD

#happy new year #happy advanced new year #may you all have a wonderful next year #love y'all 💞💞/p #fool's flour °

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multislut · 1 year

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these are the good days sza was talking about <3

#like-#it’s been only three months into the new year and i haven’t cried for any sad reason #mostly happy cries #that being said i’m afraid i might lose something #like a friendship #but you know i’m ready because i’m always skeptical of good things happening to me #k done with the rant :P #bye bye 💞✨💕

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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader

Anonymous asked: I loved your post about Eddie x virgin!reader so much💞Do you think you could write older!Eddie x virgin reader?

Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

��Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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Fave Brobecks song? Currently a toss up between The Nerve and Clusterhug

omg both EXCELLENT choices, anon! exquisite taste!

I am a stupid sentimental hopeless romantic so my fave would probably be either love at first sight or le velo pour deux 😌 they are just both so cute and simple and lovely and what more could you want in a song?

I forgot how GOOD the nerve is so thank you for reminding me of that gem, forehead sticker for you <3

#life would be so wonderful if more people knew of dallon weekes' genius 😭#and how in love with his wife he is #not in a ned from try guys way tho ew gross no #also do other countries do forehead stickers? for some reason im scared im misremembering american media #gonna spend the rest of my night thinking about 'and it would be fine to spend my whole life with you/on a bicycle built for two'#stfu 😭😭😭💕💞💓💞💗💘#thank you anon!! sending you love and light #happy new year!!!#a prosperous 2023 to you :)#asks

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not-your-damsel · 1 year

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Indiscretion Ch. 2

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Who :: GuardianArchangel!Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader, IncubusDemon!Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Word Count :: 3.3k

AN :: M¡nors DN¡ (I check every like and reblog), if you’re religious or a person of faith, this may not be for you. This chaptered series is going to involve angelology and demonology amongst other topics and things. I don’t want complaints or messages that I’m going to hell, you’ve already been warned so, save the pearl clutching for something actually worthwhile - like real world issues (눈_눈 ) That aside, I hope that those who celebrate it had a wonderful and happy lunar new year! 🧧🥳🌙🥮🐰

⚠️ :: Demons! Hooray! And a nosy Toga going through your drawers… 👀

Artist :: I tried to find who this artist was as I found this on Pinterest. If anyone knows or has any idea, please let me know so I can reach them and give proper credit. Thank you!

Gimme Something Good, Sweetheart • Ch.2

Five-thirty in the morning saw Keigo’s hand on your cheek, gently caressing back and forth to wake you. You’d slept through your first alarm and he knew you’d be rushing to get out the door if you didn’t wake with this second alarm currently going off. He knew you hated rushing, and working for the most prestigious museum in the city was a job you took seriously. Keigo sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this, what with fall now in full swing, but he had no choice, you needed to be up already. He made his hand cold, cold enough to startle a human, and he watched as you grimaced before your eyes snapped open, hand flying up to where Keigo had just been. He’d prepared for that, having gone invisible so you didn’t see him.

You finally registered the beep of your second alarm and your eyes widened, looking at the time before flying out of bed and bolting to your closet to grab your outfit for the day. As you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do other essentials, Keigo went about finding your things and putting them in one place.

“Keys, purse, phone… ahhh, oh! Watch, bottle of water. She really needs to drink more, so maybe 2 bottles? Where did she put that big reusable water bottle? That holds a lot in there. She should use that again.”

He sent his feathers silently throughout your apartment to do what he needed, grateful you were preoccupied in the bathroom. After he filled that big bottle of water with the two bottles, he placed it with the other items that he’d piled up.

“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty cold out today. Let’s see…”

He took a look at your outfit and then flitted through all the wool pea coats you’d had hanging in your closet. Keigo tended to fret when he felt you weren’t taking care of yourself enough.

“Ah, this is the one. I like when she wears this one. It matches perfectly.”

He draped the coat over the arm of your chair. Just in time as well, you were entering back into your room to dress. As you crossed the threshold, you grabbed the bottom hem of your silk sleep shirt and pulled it up over your head. Keigo swiftly brought a wing forward and covered the front part of his body and face, heat rising from his chest to his cheeks. Why was this so weird now? He knew of every freckle on your body, every spot you didn’t like that you were still blessed with, and yet he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to watch you get dressed. His mind instantly went back to the dream you’d had earlier. How that man, that thing, was all over you. That beast that was both claiming you and taunting him at the same time. What the hell did he mean that he couldn’t have a taste?! He didn’t want that, Keigo’s never thought of that before, let alone to have thought about it with you. He didn’t want that…

His breathing was ragged again just as before. He needed to calm down before you heard it, too. He also needed to speak to Raphael about all these new feelings he was experiencing for the first time in his angelic life. Were you done by now? Surely you had to be done. Keigo spread his wing, his feathers individually opening as though fingers were separating as he caught you with a leg propped up on the seat of the comfy chair you had in your room, pulling up your cold weather thigh highs to fasten in your garter belt. And though he’s seen you do this many times before, it felt very different seeing you do this now. He was starting to notice things he never had before. The way your legs were curved, the fullness of your thighs and just how nice the outline of your body is, the probable softness of it.These were very foreign thoughts for an angel to be having and in his panic at the realization of this, he fled the apartment and went home. As you finished getting ready, you spotted all the things you needed for the day already laid out for you. You didn't remember having done any of it.

Maybe melatonin did messed with your memory.

After having gotten ready and making sure you’d gathered everything after a once over, and you walked out the door, another, more sinister presence appeared in your home. A tall man with very tired looking eyes moved about your kitchen, gazing out over your living room. So this was your actual home? The one he’d seen in the dream you’d had earlier was someone else’s then? That was fine, he could work with this. Large hands shoved into his pockets as he walked around your cozy little home, purposely saving your bedroom for last. As he stepped over the threshold to your bedroom, his whole demeanor changed to one of pure animalistic rage. There was holy energy that strongly lingered in the air, more concentrated in this room than anywhere else. However, this entity was absolutely sure he was alone. Walking over to a framed photo of you and your friends, he grabbed a hold of it to examine it closer.

“There she is, the same girl from the dream. So, pretty girl’s got herself a Guardian Angel? This is gonna be interesting.”

A forked tongue came out to lick at somewhat dry lips as he placed it back down on the night table. As he turned to sift through your clothing to get a better idea of your type, figure you out a bit more, he felt a presence manifest behind him.

“Ohhhh Tooooshi?”

A girl with two messy pigtail buns stood behind him, a wide smile on her face as she spoke in a singsong voice.

“There you are!! I’ve been looking all over the place for you!”

The entity turned to look her in the face properly.

“And what do you want from me now, Toga?”

“Master wants a word with you. Says it’s reeeeal important.”

There was something off about the look in her eyes. The look of something dangerously deranged. Toshi sighed, already tired of this interaction.

“Right. Well, as you can see, I’m trying to get more info on my newest prey I managed to snare while dream hopping. So, if it's the souls Master’s concerned about, then he’s got no reason to worry. I always drag them in. Do me a favor, will ya, Tog? Tell him that this time, I think I’ve gone and caught myself a whole whale. I’m sure he’ll be really satisfied with this one.”

Toga’s eyes lit up as she nodded. She cheerily went to the night table and picked up the same picture that Toshi had been looking at when he’d arrived.

“Oooh. So which one is she?”

A long, thick, inky black tipped finger that faded into pale skin pointed to your happy smiling face between your three best friends.

“Wow, she’s so pretty!! I bet her blood tastes as good as she smells - if her room is anything to go by. If you catch her, will you let me have a taste as well?”

Toga was looking back at Toshi with a pleading look in her eyes, almost puppy dog in nature. If puppy dogs were deranged with bloodlust.

“I’ll think about it, alright? And whaddya mean by “if” I catch her? I will catch her, we’ve already had a real nice taste of each other.”

Hitoshi said with a sinister fondness.

“But, I gotta do some hard work over here, so I’m gonna be gone from home for a while. I have to take some serious precautions because a Guardian Angel is involved in this one.”

Toga bristled at that revelation, looking around frantically as though a high ranking angel was about to attack her from the shadows. Toshi sighed and wiped a large hand down his seemingly sleep deprived face.

“Would you relax? There isn’t anyone here right now. Do you really think I’d be this calm if there were a Guardian here?

The girl slowly shook her head, almost as though she were shameful. Truth was, as dangerous as Toga was, her skills in angel detection were among the weakest of the demons, if not the weakest. She hung her head a little, embarrassment coursing through her whole being and Toshi knew this was one of her more volatile feelings.

“Look, you know that when you’re with me, nothing’s gonna happen to you, yeah? I’m not Master’s top fighter and tracker for nothing.”

Toga perked up a bit at this.

“Master calls you his right hand Jaguar, Hitoshi. You’re fierce, sneaky, and you stalk like no one else! Such stealth!! Can you teach me sometime? I want to be better when I go and try to raise my soul quota again!”

Toshi gave a slight grin, a rarity really. Toga could mark this as the fourth time she’s ever seen him make such a face, and they’ve known each other for almost 379 years now.

“I’ll teach you, you’ll definitely get better after a few lessons with me as your teacher. And will you please stop listening to that infinite idiot, and loose cannon that is Dabi? He’s not doing you any favors, kiddo.”

Toga nodded before playfully making her way to your closet where she started to flick through your clothes one article at a time. Her eyes grew big at some of the outfits you had, part of her wished she were still a human to be able to experience the way people formed the ever changing landscape of trendsetting fashion.

“Wooow, she dresses real nice, Toshi. I’d say you picked very decent prey.”

Toshi silently nodded, his mind somewhere far off remembering how you looked in the dream he’d slipped into earlier that morning. Who was that man whose features he’d inhabited in your dream? Who was he to you? After having looked through your closet, he knew you lived alone. Was he someone you were seeing? Not for long if he played his cards right. Shaking off the thought, he made his way to some more personal items that would help him learn more about you. He used some hidden sixth sense and honed into a spot between your bed and box spring.

“Bingo,”

He slipped his hand between them and pulled out a cute yet simple notebook that you made sure was never at risk of being seen by anyone. He plopped down on your bed, large, bare feet crossing over one another as he thumbed through the pages to get a better feel for what you were like before he got his claws properly dirty.

“Gimme something good, sweetheart.’

As he lay there and silently read, Toga kept flittering about your room, going through your drawers. A dresser that was tucked neatly against the far wall of your room was where she currently had her attention set. She opened the top drawer and sifted through all different kinds of socks. Some ankle, some standard, calf length, knee length, and lastly thigh depending on what you were wearing at your office and museum for the day. Toga took out one of your sheer thigh highs with lace at the top and slid it up her leg before twisting it from side to side to look at it in your full length mirror.

“Oooh! This is actually nice.”

She slipped it off and put it back into your drawer before closing it and moving on to the next one. As she grabbed the knob and pulled, a sly look slipped over her features. Looking behind her to make sure that Hitoshi wasn’t looking, she grabbed one of the garments and opened them up from their roll.

“Horn’s up, Hitoshi!”

With a slight giggle, Toga flung the garment and watched as it softly glided right onto Toshi’s lap. Toshi shook his head from the unexpected distraction, and looked down at his leg to find a black pair of panties with a line of pearls clearly placed where a woman’s slit would be. He whistled low as he picked them up from his lap to examine them.

“Well, well. It looks like my little museum nerd does have some taste. Thanks, Tog.”

“My pleasure!”

Toga gave a dramatic little bow with one arm up, your bra being twirled in circles as she did. Making her way to the opposite side of the bed from Toshi, she stared at your second night table. Opening the top drawer revealed little knick knacks of sorts. Stray hair ties, hair clips, random bottles of nail polish that probably cost more than they were worth. Her little clawed hand sifted through random mini makeup pallets, endless lip balms, earrings that seemed to have lost their twin, little pots of lip masks and balms and lotions for nightly use.

“Booooring,”

Frustrated with her finds in the first drawer, Toga reached and opened the last and bottom drawer only to freeze in place. Before her was a treasure trove of toys, toys that she always found hilarious at the fact that humans partook in such things.

“Whore drawer, whore drawer!!!!”

She was practically bouncing on the bed at her find.

“Whore drawer!!”

“What on earth are you going on about now? I’m trying tr-“

Hitoshi snapped your journal shut in annoyance when without warning, a large, floppy, silicone appendage was thrust right into his face.

“What in th- what are you doing with that, Toga?!”

“I found the whore drawer!!”

With a maniacal cackle, Toga flopped back on the bed while waving her new find in the air, watching it wiggle oddly.

“Give me that, where did you get this?”

Toshi snatched it from her, getting up from the bed to make it to her side only to see the drawer still open and practically filled with a variety of toys.

“Hooooly shit. Is goodie-goodie this much of a deviant? Oh, this soul’s gonna be cake.

Hitoshi figured it would be, at least. Long legs bent to crouch in front of the drawer full of fun. He sifted through the mess of colorful silicone, electronics, charging cords, and tied up pouches.

“Hello, hello? What’s this, now?”

His clawed fingers plucked one of the strings to the closest pouch and pulled it out to peek into. As the opening grew wider at the tug of the string, he tipped it over only to feel a cold, phallic wand slip into his large palm. It was pretty, this glass insertable he was currently staring at. Very girly, in a semi-twisted sense. The insertable portion was clear while the opposite end, and what Toshi presumed was the handle to it, was a cute soft yellow crescent moon.

“The whore drawer has magical girl wands inside? Aww, I’m jealous!”

Toga huffed, flopping onto the bed angrily. Shaking his head, Hitoshi put the glass dildo away and continued to look through the drawer, surprised that his target was such a little deviant. He could absolutely work with this, with you. The way he saw it, your soul was already his. He’d already won this game, despite having to eventually plan and face off with Guardian Angel, he’d do it for a down and out, overworked yet underpaid, searching-for-the-meaning-of-life, woman like you.

This would be fun and he hasn’t had much of it as of late being an Incubus Demon. Something about humans having less sex these days meant that desires were unusually low in the sexual department. When he thought about it more properly, the humans have had it quite hard the last 3 years. His good buddy Mammon, the Demon of monetary greed, was the one who was working like he’d never seen before. He was lucky to have been able to feed off you when he’d infiltrated your dream, and if he were being honest with himself, now that he’s had a taste, Hitoshi wasn’t going to back down nor let you go. He was determined to see this through.

Stopping in surprise once more, Toshi found a faux leather paddle in the shape of an animal paw with hearts cut out where the toe beans were supposed to go. Giving a crooked smirk, he knew if he could infiltrate your dreams again tonight, he’d definitely be using that on you. Sifting through the drawer a little more while a now bored Toga stuck to being nosey and in your things, he thought about you as he came across a bunch of cat themed sex toys in your possession. You were a very attractive woman, Hitoshi could easily admit to that. If there was one combination he knew to be a potentially deadly one, it was an Incubus Demon who hadn’t been able to feed for a long period of time paired with an attractive “host”. Working for his Master had left little room for feeding his sexual appetite. Which in hindsight was a bad idea to do in the first place when he needed that energy to be able to fight angels of varying types and gather both their and human souls.

As of right now, he was on the weaker side, which is what made him bide his time in coming into your apartment to make sure the stunned Guardian Angel he’d glimpsed and spoke to in the wet dream he was responsible for inducing upon you, was also gone. The place reeked of holiness, which told him this angel had been here for quite some time then. What made you so important to have been assigned such a high ranking one? No matter, Toshi would just have to drive a wedge between you two. Either that, or get the Guardian to fall from grace. He knew it was possible to do, and had heard of angels having fallen for gaining various types of desires of their own. In truth, Hitoshi knew he had to play his cards accordingly and right. In his current state, he was no match to fight a Guardian right now should the goodie goodie show up at this moment. This also meant that if the Guardian did show up, he wasn’t in any position to protect Toga. Wild as Toga can be, she was definitely no match for a Guardian. Until he could feed off of you to gain enough strength, if he ever ran into the Angel, he’d have to use wit rather than brawn. Until then, he’d have to assess your relationship with the Guardian in the shadows without being detected.

“Hey, Tog, we really gotta get outta here. We’re sitting ducks in Guardian Angel tagged territory and I haven’t fed on her long enough to be at full power. So, if he shows up I can’t protect you.”

Toga’s cheeks puffed as her foot rapidly tapped on the ground after having gotten up from your bed.

“And just what are you implying, Shitsou?”

“Hey, hey, relax. Cool it with the names. Y’don’t gotta take any offensive swings at me like that. You know as well as I do that you have no chance of standing up to a Guardian Angel. Hell, even I stumble sometimes when fighting them. How do you think I got this one here?”

Toshi gestured to his face with a large hand towards his brow bone where a semi deep scar went through his eyebrow, just narrowly missing his eye. Toga winced and dropped the act.

“Ok, ok. You’re right. I’m just so used to everyone down in Tartarus making fun of my weakness and I hate it, I get defensive.”

“I get it. I don’t know why you insist on staying with those idiots down in the seventh layer. They’re so stuck up down there. You should come and hang out with us in the second layer.”

Hitoshi suggested as he opened up a portal back to The Underworld. They both passed through, their conversation carrying on as they left your apartment empty once more.

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Happy New Year now make me food

unprompted, always accepting !! @bigdhashira ♡

❛ happy new year. ~ ❜ monotone sing-song ended with a clap. hakuno remains as stoic as ever, but the look in her eyes silently convey a deadpan feeling like ... really ? perhaps it was the lady's image being that of a perfect yamato nadeshiko that had brought on this command of his / but it was merely that, an image / but hakuno showed nothing but an indifference. a soft sigh leaves her pink lips, slender finger slowly extending towards the other. ❛ first of all, a new year's resolution for you. ❜

❛ —— manners. ❜ pokes the center of his headband. ( poke, poke )

#bigdhashira #&&. message #h.akuno vc you could've at least said please. (<- can't even cook in da first place)#/GDKVHS BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR 2 U A.IMEEE !!!! 💞💞#THANK U 4 SENDING THIS <33 STARTING OFF THE YEAR WITH T.ENGEN N H.AKUNO SHENANIGANS LET'S GOO LMAO

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happy new year ema!!! i hope you had a wonderful nye. missing you bunches <3 - alice

ALICE 🥹🥹🥹 hi hi hi omg !! thankyou babes i hope you had a great one as well 💞 miss you ALOT !! i hope you're well sending you alllllll my love and hugs !! take lots of care ily 🥺🫂

#so happy to hear from you again 🥹💞#asks 💌#happy new year 🫶#alice ❤️‍🩹

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sigappurojakal · 1 year

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Wish you all a very happy new year 💐💞

2022 one more year passed .. all of you must be too busy planning your new year resolutions. What is your resolution ? doing exercise ? healthy food , skipping junk 😊 lets give a change this time lets give importance to our mental health .. go on a flashback .. what are those events or who are those people triggered you .. who let you down .. who stood by you .. who looked into your eyes and told…

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#Wish you all a very happy new year 💐💞 2023

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so inviting, i almost jump in.

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff. pining. idiots in love? fake dating...kinda lol. a lil bit of angst but not too much.

words: 4.5k

notes: happy new year! i tried so hard to finish this last night but just couldn’t do it lol. this is part of the ciwywt universe, but i think it can be read as a standalone, too.

also - coherent, consistent timelines? sorry, don’t know her. idk where this fits in their story but it does bc i say it does. 😌 i really love these two and i hope you enjoy this lil fic as much as i do. thank you in advance for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome, and so appreciated! 💞

"Ow,” you wince, “damn it," you grumble to yourself as you set your eyeliner pencil down, blinking rapidly to quell the tears you could feel about to form in your eye. You huff and turn to look down at the cause of your distraction, your phone ringing loudly as it lays on the counter. You see the caller and preemptively roll your eyes. Not this again.

You swipe to answer the call and his voice immediately floats into your ear, giving you no time to even utter a 'hello'.

"Before you say anything-"

"No," you state firmly, annoyance clear in your tone as you stop him before he can begin.

"Doll,"

"Bucky, I said no," you cut him off again. "It's a no. No. No, no, no. Not gonna happen," you continue despite his pathetic huff sounding on the other end.

"I know you said no..." he says before trailing off for a second, "but, doll, I really need you."

Damn him. You sigh heavily into the phone, putting a hand to your forehead to stop the headache you know is coming. He's really trying to pull on your heart strings... unfortunately for him, it's not gonna work.

"You don't need me, Bucky. You're gonna be fine. They're your friends, if you just tell them what you told me, they'll understand. You have nothing to worry about."

"That's not," he huffs, stopping himself, and you can almost hear him shake his head, "Will you at least try to come by?"

You know you won't, but you don't want to upset him any more than he already is.

"Yeah, I'll try. And stop worrying so much. You'll have a good time, I know it," you smile, the thought of him and his friends enjoying their New Year's Eve tugging at your lips.

"Yeah," he responds, sounding a little unsure. "Okay, well, I'll see you later?"

"Mhm...maybe," you say.

"Doll," he groans, causing an unbidden laugh to slip from you at his dramatics.

"I said I'd try, no promises! But I do have to go now, so, talk later. Bye," you finish, hanging up on him before he can try and talk you into making a promise you have no intention of keeping.

You sigh heavily as you set your phone back down, returning to your almost finished makeup. Just because you aren't going out doesn't mean you can't look good.

You're still so surprised he asked you to be his fake date to his New Year's Eve party. Both because you were surprised he was hosting a party to begin with, and because he needed a fake date.

But that was just it, he didn't need a fake date. He wanted to get his friends off his back with the constant set ups and double dates they'd plan for him. What he really needed to do was tell them the truth, just like he told you. He didn't want to date, at least not right now. He said his mind was on other things. That was understandable, so you weren't sure why he couldn't just tell them that...

A part of you feels bad for not helping Bucky out, but the other part of you knows you'd feel like a total outsider at a small party being attended by the avengers.

Like, the real-life superhero team, The Avengers.

That was an immediate 'no thank you'.

You were content to spend the night alone; just you, your grapes, and some apple cider to cheers to the new year.

The television plays on, another episode of a show you've seen ten times before just starting up, as a knock sounds at your door.

You furrow a brow as your head shoots in its direction. It only takes a second for you to come to the conclusion that it must be Bucky. You set your drink down and stand from where you were sitting cozily on your couch.

You fix your dress, and for no reason at all, check yourself in the mirror before you near the door, making sure your makeup isn't smudged and your hair still looks nice as you do.

There's another knock as you get to it and you open your door with a bit of attitude at his impatience.

"Bucky, how many times-" you're stopped short as you quickly see that the man before you is, in fact, not Bucky. "Oh, uhm, sorry, can I help you?" you ask.

"Yeah," the man laughs, "I'm here for the party. This is the right apartment, isn't it? Bucky Barnes?" he asks, looking at you quizically.

"No," you answer, "no, wrong apartment. He's just," again you're cut off, but this time by the door right down the hall opening, none other than Bucky peeking out to look down at you and - oh my god wait...is this - this is - holy shit you're talking to Captain America. Your eyes round as you look from Bucky back over to the man before you. "Oh, gosh, you, you're,"

"Sam Wilson," he smiles brightly at you, extending a hand. You shake hands as he continues, "and you must be-"

He is cut off from saying your name as it comes out of Bucky's mouth, almost frantically. You look from Sam back over to Bucky, your eyes still wide.

"I know you're still getting ready, but would you come here for just a second," he nods at you. You look once more between Sam and Bucky, your eyes narrowing as they land back on your own personal pain in the ass. What the hell is he up to... You and Sam go to walk over to him but Bucky speaks again. "Not you, Sam. You stay there," he says in a fuss. Sam puts his hands up, a look of confusion clear on his face at Bucky's demand.

You continue toward him and as soon as you're close enough to touch, he pulls you to him, turning you both so Sam can't see what you're saying. It's a hushed conversation, a whispered argument, really.

"You have to come over."

"No, I really don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You're staying."

"No, I'm not."

"You're staying. I'm not letting you leave," he says, trying to corral you into his apartment as you swipe at him, a back and forth of swats ensuing between the two of you.

"Bucky!" you finally whisper yell, stopping the battle as you ball your fists, almost stomping like a toddler in your annoyance. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I lied."

"Huh? To me? About what?"

"To all of you. But mostly them. I told them you'd be here. Because I thought you would be. But then you said you weren't coming, but I couldn't tell them that or they'd think I was just making up another lie about you..."

"Another lie?"

"I...may have... told my friends that we're dating and have been for a few weeks," he murmurs under his breath, so quiet you can barely hear his confession.

"You what?" you balk, trying your hardest to squash the stupid butterflies that are fluttering around in your stomach now at the idea of not only dating Bucky, but of being someone he brings up in conversation to other people.

"Alright, love birds, cute as this is, are one of you gonna invite me in or am I just supposed to stand here awkwardly in your hallway all night?" Sam interjects, walking to you both as you turn your heads to look at him.

Bucky turns entirely, moving closer to you, slipping his arm behind your back and resting his hand on your hip, "Yeah, welcome in. Steve said he'd be here with beer in a few minutes," Bucky says, an annoyed edge to his voice as he lets Sam through the door. Sam raises a brow at you and you force a smile. As soon as he's inside, Bucky snaps the door shut behind him, leaving you both in the hallway still.

"What the hell," Sam says, loud enough for you to hear through the door.

"Look, it started as a lie to get out of a date, but then I just kept using you an excuse to not go to things I didn't wanna go to. And ya know, more than half the time I wasn't really lying because I was with you," he tries to excuse himself.

"Are you insane?" you ask him plainly.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I really need you to be here tonight, please," he begs, his puppy eyes starting to get to you.

"You had only asked me to be your fake date."

"Yeah, once you said yes, I was gonna work the girlfriend thing in," he smiles wryly, rubbing the back of his neck in his anxiousness.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Is that a yes?"

You roll your eyes before acquiescing, "Fine. But you've gotta come clean tomorrow. You can't start the new year with secrets, it doesn't bode well for anyone."

"Deal," he smiles his real smile this time. Then his eyes drift down to your outfit and you warm, like you always do, under his attention. "You look good," he says softly, sincerity in his voice.

"Thanks," you accept quickly. You will not let him fluster you so easily. Not tonight.

More of Bucky's friends arrive soon after you get back from your apartment, your bag of grapes and bottle of unopened cider in hand. Bucky introduces you to each of them and you're now unsurprised that they know your name and exactly who you are. And you, for your part, are in awe of each and every one of them. Though you like to think you don't make it obvious.

And it's surprising how normal it all feels.

You for sure thought you'd be a nervous wreck around these people, but, especially with Bucky by your side, you've never felt so calm and comfortable, and at a party of all places. Though you suppose it helps that you're already so comfortable around his apartment. Still, it's nice. They're nice. And fun!

Card games are played, karaoke sung, and stories told as you all snack and chat the evening away.

You're all laughing as Sam talks about how everyone was sure Bucky had been making you up like a summer camp girlfriend after the fifth time he claimed you were sick or out of town so you couldn't show up to the events they had invited you to. Of course, you had no idea about any of them, but you do know where you were each and every night they brought up.

You were here.

With Bucky.

So, he wasn't completely lying. You smile and look to Bucky who stands right next to you. Your eyes instantly meet his, a smile of his own already gracing his face. You look back down, bashful despite yourself.

The night has passed so quickly and it's already nearing midnight. You're about to go get your grapes ready, but Steve's voice stops you, catching your attention.

"Ya know, I can't even remember the last time I've seen you look so happy, Buck," Steve smiles as he looks at the two of you. "I'm really happy for you, both of you,” he adds. “It's obvious how much you two care about each other. It's good to see."

You don't know what to say, and you're too scared to look at Bucky. You just force another smile, feeling a bit sad more than anything. Because this isn't real. Whether you'd like it to be or not. It isn't. You have to remind yourself of that.

Bucky's hand squeezing your waist, and the feeling of his admiring gaze on you as he pulls you closer to his side, doesn't help. It just makes that pit in your stomach grow deeper.

This is easy for him because it means nothing.

This is killing you because it means everything. It’s everything you never give yourself permission to dream about. Everything you want. And it’s what you know isn’t for you. It couldn’t be.

Just a few more minutes, you breathe, and then you'll go back to normal. No dating, just friends...just friends? Whatever it is you are to him...

You're lost in thought as the conversation continues around you, Bucky's hand never leaving you and his gaze never wavering. Even as he engages in the conversation, his attention is solely on you.

"Oo, countdown is going!"

The yell pulls you out of your head as your eyes snap to the television. What the hell! How did you just lose eight minutes? Damn Bucky always taking up your thoughts and distracting you.

You don't have the time to get to the fridge for your grapes as the kitchen is crowded, flutes of cider and champagne being passed out among the group.

You tsk, oh well. At least you have on your red underwear.

As the count gets lower, Bucky gets closer, and you mindlessly lean back into him as you watch the live broadcast from Time Square. Ten seconds hits and you all count along, Bucky's other arm comes around as he holds you from behind. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Bucky turns you around in his arms, catching you off guard as you look up at him, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

Two.

He leans in, and you're frozen. His nose brushes yours, as his lips brush against your own. Oh.

One.

"Happy New Year," he whispers against you, cheers and exclamations of the same sentiment shared all around the living room, between everyone else.

"Happy New Year," you whisper back breathily before you unthinkingly press closer to him.

His lips meet yours as he leans in ever closer and kisses you, so softly. Your eyes flutter closed as you return his affection, kissing back harder than you intend before you break away. It feels like magic, it feels like home. And you want nothing more than to do it again. To lose yourself in him so delightfully…

You remember yourself then and almost shy away completely before Bucky takes your face in his hand, turning you back to him. You lock eyes once more and you feel like you can't breathe at what you see in his. You don't have time to think on it before his eyes flick down to your lips and then he's kissing you again. His lips press harder against yours, still moving just as gently but somehow it feels much more intimate. Sincere. Real.

You deepen the kiss and then suddenly the whooping and claps around you both bring you back to reality.

You pull away, taking a sobering breath, blinking away the haze of longing as Bucky's delicate touch remains on your cheek. You gingerly reach to take his hand, slowly pulling it off of you. You hold it for a second, squeezing his hand before letting it drop.

The celebration continues all around but you need to get yourself together. Alone.

"'M gonna use the bathroom," you whisper to him, knowing he can hear you even through the din.

You exchange 'Happy New Year' exclamations with everyone you pass on your way to his bathroom and bid goodnight to the people already getting ready to head home. A lot of them have early mornings at the tower, so you get it.

There are only a few people in the living room with Bucky as you look back before you escape to the bathroom, taking your time to decompress.

Sam, Steve, and Nat were talking with him, but his eyes were on you when you looked at them.

You knew this was a bad idea. You knew you'd get caught up in the fantasy. And somehow, he still got you to do it. You curse yourself in the mirror and then notice your smudged lipstick.

The thought of your lipstick staining Bucky's lips right out there has you in a flurry of emotions...

He kissed you. Twice. That actually happened. But did it really mean anything?

Your heart twists as you refuse to believe it could have. You just need to... God, you don't know what you need. All you know is right now you can't stop thinking about Bucky's hands on you. You can't stop thinking of how soft and supple his lips are. And how damn good of a kisser he is.

You look at yourself once more in the mirror.

Fucking hell. What are you gonna do? You sigh, eyes squeezing shut before you shake your head at yourself.

You turn back to the door, opening it right when someone's knock hits.

You're somehow surprised, and yet not at all, to see Bucky staring back at you as you pull it open wider.

"Hey," you say, raising a brow and shoving every fuzzy feeling threatening to strangle you back down.

"Hey," he started. "Everyone left. I just, uh. Wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, I'm good," you nod.

"I'm sorry. About kissing you."

"Oh," you utter - sounding more dejected than you wanted to. "Yeah, no. Don't, don't even worry about it." You muster a shamefully see through smile.

His stare is near invasive as he really looks at you, analyzing you. He opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it, instead giving you a tight lipped smile in return.

He nods, then looks to the floor, "Okay," he accepts.

You nibble your lip, crossing your arms as he still stands in front of you.

He notices and moves out of your way, offering a small sorry and a huff of a laugh.

You walk back out into the living room as he follows.

"Wow, this place is a mess,” you breathe a laugh, hoping to keep the subject change.

"Yeah," he agrees, "I'll be having fun tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" you question. "Are you busy now?"

"... I guess not."

"Then grab a garbage bag, Barnes. We've got work to do."

He laughs, "Oh, yeah? You're gonna stay and help me clean up?"

"What are friends for if not clean up?"

He smiles at you as his mind replays his conversation with Sam, Steve and Nat just minutes ago.

He told them the truth about you, and their reaction wasn't what he expected, but definitely what he needed.

"Wait, sorry, you're not dating her?" Nat asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, I'm confused, too," Sam added. "You guys act more like a couple than most couples I know."

"And she's cute, you seem perfect together."

"Well, we're not. Not, not perfect together," he amended, "I mean we're just not together. We're friends. Nothing more."

"Looks like a hell of a lot more, if you ask me..."

"So," Steve finally chimed in, "you spend all that time together, you talk about her constantly, and I saw the way you kissed her at midnight, Buck, but you're telling us it's nothing more than friendship?"

Bucky didn't know what to say. But he knew Steve knew what he was really feeling. He knew exactly what he wasn't saying.

"Do you want it to be more?" he asked. "Because from an outsider's perspective, it seems like you have everything with her but the label."

"I..." Bucky looked around, making sure you hadn't snuck back out of the bathroom yet, "yeah. I do want it to be more. She's, fuckin' perfect," he breathed a laugh as his thoughts, as they always do, strayed back to you. That familiar warmth that fills his chest anytime you're near, or hell, anytime he so much as thinks your name, returned to him. And suddenly his thoughts went back to the softness of your cheek as he held you close earlier. How pliant and perfectly your lips moved against his as you kissed him back. Not once, but twice.

Even still, he thinks back to when he told you why he was so reluctant to go on the dates his friends kept setting up for him. It was a lie when he said it was because he didn't want to date right now... well, partially. He really didn't want to date around. And his mind was focus on other things.

Other things, of course, being you.

When you nodded and told him you got it, that you felt the same way, his heart felt like it deflated by ten.

He was getting ready to finally make his move and ask you out, for real this time. But how could he do that now? He didn't want to be another guy you had to swat away, he couldn't be another one of your rejections. And you gave out plenty, always to his selfish delight if he was being honest. In fact, he can't remember the last time you actually went out on a date. It's been months...

Most of your nights are spent together. Just the two of you. But if you weren't wanting to date anyone right now, and he asked you, he couldn't be sure what you'd say. More importantly, where it'd leave you.

Bucky wasn't stupid, he wasn't blind, and he wasn't deaf. He had every confirmation he could ever want that you liked him the same way he liked you. But he didn't want to chase you away by pressuring a relationship, especially if that's not what you want.

"It's clear she likes you, too, ya know," Steve pointed out what he thought was the obvious.

"I know, I just. I don't wanna push her away by moving too fast. I don't think she's looking to date anybody right now,"

"If you don't ask, you'll never know."

He knew they were right. He needed to just bite the bullet and ask you outright. And he would.

But as he watches you glide around his kitchen, so at home, putting things back in their rightful places and throwing away the random garbage left behind, he thinks maybe not tonight… He doesn’t want to ask a question that might make you leave. But then again…what if it makes you stay?

"Chop chop, supersoldier," you admonish him as he continues to watch, staring dreamily at you. Your back is to him so you can't see his face, but you can feel the weight of his gaze.

Bucky follows your lead, tossing away the empty cups and putting away the leftover food and drinks while you wipe down the counter.

It really wasn't that much of a mess, but you're glad to get it cleaned now, so you won't have to worry about it tomorrow.

Wait...why would you be worried about it tomorrow? This isn't your apartment. God, you really are always over here, aren't you...

You turn to Bucky as he ties off the bag of trash.

You just look at him for a minute. Admiring him from mere feet away while he does the same to you. It's quiet between the two of you, but you can feel the charged silence as it brims with words unsaid.

You know what you want to do right now. But you do what you think you should instead.

"I guess I'll head out, then."

"Oh," he breathes.

"Oh?"

"I just, uh,” he shakes his head, "Never mind."

"No, what is it?" you prod, now entirely curious.

Bucky's bright eyes flash back up to yours and you see him search for what to say instead of saying what was on his mind.

"Your grapes," he remembers, turning to the fridge to get them for you, "you didn't eat them."

"Oh, yeah, well, too late now," you laugh softly.

"What's your resolution?" he asks.

"That's not how the grapes work, Bucky."

"Come on," he goads. "What's your resolution? I wanna know."

"Hmm. Well, good question," you think for a moment, watching him as he rinses off a bunch, then pulls two grapes from their stems. You mindlessly purse your lips as you think. "I want to be less scared," you start quietly, eyes meeting his intent gaze, when he looks back at you, "More confident," you add with a little nod.

"You, more confident?" he asks. "You're one of the most confident people I know. And I know Thor," he adds, getting the laugh he was hoping for from you.

You shrug, "Fake it til you make it." You give a soft, almost sad smile. It physically hurts him to see that hint of sadness in your eyes, and he wants nothing more than to do whatever he can to take it away. He hands you one of the two grapes and you raise a brow as you take it.

"And you?"

Your heart rate kicks up as he steps close, invading your space and standing right before you.

"I…would like to communicate better."

You huff a laugh, tittering, "Yeah, that's a good one."

"Let's both start right now," he says, holding up his grape.

"Okay. Let's," you hold up your own grape, bumping it into Bucky's as if you were toasting before you both pop your own grape into your mouth, stupid smiles on both of your faces.

As you finish, Bucky takes a step closer, surprising you as you look up to him. A bit of deja vu coming over you as you swallow hard. You wait a long breath for him to say something. And then he finally does.

"So. This is me, trying to communicate better: I'm not really sorry that I kissed you. Either time. And if I'm being entirely honest, I'd really like to kiss you again right now."

You're stunned silent and you think you can hear your blood rushing in your ears as you blink up at him.

It takes you a moment before you think you can respond, but Bucky speaks again before you do.

"But I'm not going to do that. Because I want to do this right. In fact, I've been wanting to do this right for months."

"Bucky?" you murmur quietly.

"Doll, will you do me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner and a movie this Friday?" he asks sincerely.

Your mouth is dry and you have to force yourself to swallow hard again so you can speak. "We always do dinner and movies on Fridays," you point out.

"I mean as a date," he clarifies, holding himself to his resolution.

You stare at him, unsure of what to say. Well, that's not true. You know what you want to say. You know what you want to do. You want to say yes, and you want to lean into him again and indulge him in one more kiss, because you want to kiss him as badly as he wants to kiss you. But that terrified voice in the back of your head is currently telling you to make a run for home as fast as you can. You want to fight the fear, really you do.

Bucky is keeping his resolution already, you're just not sure if you can do the same.

"Uhm," you drone awkwardly.

He laughs that nervous laugh you rarely get to hear...the one you love.

"Is that a yes?" he asks with a hopeful wince.

It takes you a second and then your mouth moves before your brain does as you respond to him.

You stand there, a bit shocked at your own answer, and not entirely sure where to go from here...

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