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Rumour

Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...

Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.

A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.

The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.

No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.

He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.

Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.

Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.

You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.

"Hey sweet thing. You good?"

Jesus, does he really need to call me that?

The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.

"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"

Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.

"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"

Well, it couldn't hurt, right?

You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.

"Can I?"

He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.

Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.

He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.

Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.

"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.

Shit, I was totally staring.

Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.

"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."

He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"

"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.

"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."

"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.

"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."

Holy shit.

Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.

You stand up on slightly unsure legs.

"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."

You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.

"Eddie. Call me Eddie."

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A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.

You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.

Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.

Oh fuck its him.

You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.

Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.

"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"

He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.

"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."

"Sorry Eddie."

"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."

Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.

When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"

"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."

You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.

You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.

"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.

He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.

"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.

"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.

His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.

"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."

His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.

"Oh."

He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.

"Er, just a sec."

You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.

It's just you and Eddie. All alone.

"I've got to, um, finish closing up."

"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."

You open your mouth. Then close it.

He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"

Well fuck.

"Okay, just let me finish up."

You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.

After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.

"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."

He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.

"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Thought so, I heard a rumour."

"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.

You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"

He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.

You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.

"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."

He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"

You blush, realising you've only heard one more.

"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.

"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.

You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.

"I heard you have a pierced..."

"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.

He just smirks at you and shrugs.

Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!

He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."

********************

The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.

Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.

"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.

"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?

"You sure?"

You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.

You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.

"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."

"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.

"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."

You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."

He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.

When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.

You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"

"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.

He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.

"Yes."

Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.

"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"

Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"

Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.

He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.

He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.

You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.

The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.

On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.

You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."

You giggle, staring at it again.

"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.

Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"

"Sorry that was dumb of me-"

"Sure you can sweet thing."

Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."

Oh.

You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.

"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.

"It's really big Eddie."

He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.

"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"

"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.

Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.

"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"

Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"

Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.

"Ok."

You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.

Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.

Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"

You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."

"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.

"Atta girl."

He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.

Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"You said I can touch you."

"Yeah, so why-"

Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.

The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.

His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.

Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Eddie!"

You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.

He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.

"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.

Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.

Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.

Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.

Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.

He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.

"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.

You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.

He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.

"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.

You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.

Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.

Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.

Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.

Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"

"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.

Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"

You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.

"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.

He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"

"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."

"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.

He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."

You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.

Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.

"So fuckin' beautiful like this."

Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.

He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.

Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.

"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."

"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."

He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.

"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.

Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.

Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."

Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.

"Oh Eddie!" It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.

"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.

"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"

Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.

Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.

Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.

Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.

Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.

"You ok pretty girl?"

"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.

"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.

"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"

"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."

He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.

"Can I level with you?"

Oh shit here we go.

"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.

"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."

He laughs and strokes your back.

"You working tomorrow?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.

"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.

You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.

"So, wanna take a shower?"

"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."

"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.

"Or, we could do that again."

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future mrs shelby | T.S

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summary ; the dreaded day arrives.

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope, anxious reader? , mommy issues, slow burn,

a/n ; shit will go down next part , but lmk know what you think of this one?

"mrs gray" your back is straight when you speak to her, truth be told you never got over the fear you have of her

"polly." she corrects you,

"polly." you repeat, you couldn't help but repeat it when she said it in that stern voice of hers

"so ya want to meet the in laws aye?" polly's smirk is there, as it always was.

"i told 'er she doesn't 'ave to." the smirk must be a genetic thing

"but i really want to." you add, with a nod

"she has manners, this girl." she points at you with her cigarette "almost too good for ya."

"almost?" he glares at you for a second after you spoke "i do 'ave a question for ya, polly."

she looks at you, nodding slightly

"tommy says they won't like me"

"they probably won't." she exhales the smoke before speaking again "we are not very accepting of outsiders."

"how can i make them accept me?"

"ya don't."

"what?" your brows pinch together "but i want to."

"i know" she nods again "but ya shouldn't, ya shouldn't go out of your way to 'ave someone respect ya. ya show them who ya are and they'll learn." she taps her cigarette against the ash tray "remember that backbone that i told ya about?"

you hated the way you were sometimes. you hated that you wanted people to like you , maybe it's because you were wired to. "a lady is always pleasant and always seeks to be loved." your mother always said. the thought of your own husband's family hating is making your head hurt

"yeah i remember" you're chewing the inside of your cheek, you didn't even notice that your feet were tapping against the floor

"why are ya so stressed about this? who fucking cares if they don't love ya?" tommy mutters as he lights up his own cigarette

"so what am i supposed to do now? wait till the party to meet them?"

"you'd be too stressed to care what they think of ya." polly adds, her eyes are making you squirm in your seat. no matter how often she did that, she still intimidated you.

"i think i'm going to be sick." your arm is wrapped around tommy's as you both walk through the long corridor that leads to the ballroom, where all the guests are.

everything feels overwhelming. your grandmother's diamond necklace that you insisted on wearing feels like it's digging into your throat. your dress feels too tight, the silk feels somehow hot. your shoes feel like they're going to slip off your feet. your hair feels like it's wound too tight, but feels like it might come undone at the same time.

he hold back a laugh and it's your turn to glare at him "it's not funny"

"never said it was." he's smiling though "it's just a party , relax."

"easy for ya to say, this is what ya lot do." you mumble , your eyes stuck at the end of the corridor

"us?"

"yeah, rich people i mean."

"i wasn't always rich, ya know." he looks forward as well as you both walk

"but ya were born to be rich." you didn't even think of those words, or even seem to care what he thinks, your words come out with a nervous breath laced around them, listening to the sounds of music and people celebrating

but he turns to look at you, and you didn't even notice that.

you take a deep breath, straightening your back and putting on the best smile you can muster as you walk into the party, people turn to the both of you. the greetings and congratulations start.

tommy speaks calmly, you envy him. he looks like he belongs there, between the aristocrats that fill the room.

tommy looks nothing short of dashing. his suit is perfect, not a wrinkle in sight. his demeanor is cool, in control, which he always is.

"mr shelby, congratulations!"

"congratulations thomas, it's a beautiful party"

"ya look gorgeous, miss. congratulations on the engagement"

"best of luck to the both of you!"

you just smile and nod, thanking them. you almost can't even see their faces, too anxious and too stressed.

"tommy."

that voice makes your eyes focus , your vaguely familiar with it.

it's his brother, arthur. you still keep your smile, though you can feel your hands sweating.

"arthur."

"so this the future mrs tommy shelby, aye?" he looks at you with a raised brow, you can't decipher the look.

"yes it is." you keep your voice at a steady tone , with that same smile "ya must be arthur , it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

"ya speak too posh for a farmer's girl." his words seem a little slurred , now that you're listening well

"and ya speak too poorly for a rich man." your head is still held high.

tommy glances at you then back at his brother , he looks almost proud.

"did ya teach 'er to say that?" he smirks at his brother

"i'm not a parrot , arthur. he didn't teach me anything." you let out a chuckle, you pick up a champagne flute from one of the trays that the waiters carry "it's a party right? , let's celebrate, ey?, grab yourself a drink" you lift your champagne flute "cheers" you say before taking a sip, and tommy walks, dragging you with him

"is your whole family going to be like that?" your nervousness now shows as you throw back your champagne flute, drinking all of it

"yes" he looks at you with a smile , he takes the glass away, "don't get drunk, it's too early."

"right." you try to take deep breaths, you look around the venue.

it's perfect, it's everything you've ever wanted, everything you've ever dreamed of. the cake, the music, the drinks, the decorations. nothing is out of place, except for you, or that's how you feel.

how are you ever going to fit into this life? how many of those parties are you going to have to attend or host?

your train of thought is quickly interrupted by fiona and madeline who look like they might combust with excitement

"oh my god ya look gorgeous!" madeline hugs you and fiona is by your side

"ya look stunning!"

tommy clears his throat and madeline freezes

"madeline and fiona, right?" he raises a brow, how did they not notice him?.

madeline pulls back, and both of them look at eachother

you laugh, you feel as if all that weight was lifted off your chest by just seeing their faces

"madeline , fiona" you smile "this is tommy, in case ya're too drunk to recognize 'im."

"she talks about ya two a lot ya know."

"she does?" fiona laughs nervously "it's a pleasure to meet ya , sir."

"congratulations!" madeline says with a smile

"thank you," he smiles at them, and you think both of them might actually turn to dust.

"where is celest?" your question made them both look at you again

"she's......." fiona trails off

"um...." madeline chimes in, with nothing.

you close your eyes shut at that "fuck me."

she and your mother had a fight, is what that means.

"what the fuck 'appened this time then?"

"celest wore your mother's necklace." fiona says quietly,

the ruby necklace.

she had to do something, she just had to somehow do something to ruin this.

"where's is she now?" your voice is too quiet and it makes madeline squeak

"in one of the room , she's crying i think."

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mxqdii · 8 months

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nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

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sherewrytes · 16 days

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I'll always want you

Synopsis: Onyankopon found himself on the outs with you. He wants to find his way back to his one love. C.W: Angst, break up. Cheating Drug use (weed) Reader is black

Fanfic inspired by the following songs.

The weeknd: What you need. The weeknd Coming down

Onyankopon found himself sitting alone staring at the sky from his apartment balcony. He's wondering how things got so messed up. Thinkin' how could he mess a good thing up. He knew he had a good thing with you going but he let his insecurities get the better of him. Now he's sitting staring at the night sky, smoking a cigarette. "It's quiet....a little to quiet." He thinks to himself. He picks up his phone on the table in front of him, scrolling through texts from Eren, Hange, Sasha but not none from you. He sighed, opened Spotify and hit play on the Weeknds song " King of the Fall " He stumped out his cigarette in favor of rolling up a blunt with some AK-47 a strain you put him on. He connected his phone to speakers on the balcony and lit up, trying to clear his mental. He took another pull of his blunt, staring at the night sky thinking "The night has never been so beautiful. It's quiet and peaceful, the city lights make it even better." He found himself staring at the moon hoping the city noise and its serenity can give him the serenity he needs inside. He took another drag of his blunt, fighting back tears as memories flash and flood his mind. Moments shared on the balcony with Y/N staring at the same moon, the same city lights while enjoying nights in.

He heard a ding through the speakers indicating a text, he sees it's Eren. He sighed knowing if he doesn't respond Eren is gonna come over to his apartment and he isn't it in the mood for company

Eren: Bro come on man you sat up your apartment sulkin'

Eren: Sulking aint gonna bring Y/N back

Eren: Man I know you readin' my shit

Eren: Open the fuckin door. I'm outside with Connie and Sasha. Don't make me break down your shit.

Onyankopon sighed and strolled to his front door, blunt hanging from his mouth. He opened the door to Connie holding three pizzas, Eren with 2 six packs of Heineken and a half ounce of Sour Diesel and Sasha with a smile on her face already looking half faded. Ony sighed and opened the door further to let them in. Connie: *eyes Ony from head to toe* For a guy who fucked up his own relationship you sure look stressed.

Ony: The Fuck you said

Eren: Yo let's not start shit right Connie. We're here to chill not square up.

Ony scoffed and sat down on reaching for the half ounce. Sasha pulled the bag closer to her. Sasha: Before I let you smoke yourself insane. What really happened with you and Y/N I thought you said she was the one, so what's this I'm hearin about you fuckin around with Annie or sum shit.

Ony felt the tears welled up in his eyes again, thinking about what he did. He hanged his head contemplating on how to explain this mess. Ony: So... *sighes* I fucked up. I cheated. Y/N and I... We...well...It's not on her...It's on me.. Anyways Y/N and Annie are friends been that way since high school. Yah I know fucked up big time. At the time Y/N and I we were always arguing, she started seeing me less, doing her own thing. I did the same.

We didn't break up or take a break or nun, just arguing and shit. Annie came over to my crib to talk to me about Y/N supposedly being with another dude. Before you ask it's someone, she got paired up with for her fashion design uni course nun serious, but back to it. My dumb ass believed Annie without checkin with Y/N to find out what's going on. I just decided to get faded. Annie started feeling up on me. It was a hot minute since Y/N and I been together like that so I did what a dumb nigga would do, got more faded and fucked Annie. That's not even the worst bit.

Y/N chose that day to come over to my place. She didn't see me, but she heard the sounds. She saw Annie's car downstairs in the lot. She sat out on the balcony and waited. When I walked out my room to get a drink, I saw her... staring at me with such fuckin hate but when Annie walked out of my room, Y/N lost it. Shit got messy quick. At first, I didn't give a fuck cause I thought she was cheating. It's only when she showed me her messages and project shit, I realized i fucked up. that's all I'm willing to get into... I think about that day enough as it is. Sasha sighed handing Ony one of her rolled spliffs. Ony stared at the packed spliff then at Connie and Eren. "You guys don't have to stay here I'm good on my own man" Ony said barely above the music playing in the background.

"It's been what 5 months since then. You hardly come out other than to what go to class or to buy weed. When's the last time you got a haircut or you growing locs now" Connie said with annoyance. Ony just wanted to be left alone he knew they wouldn't leave until he was doing better, so he cracked open the beer and drank it all in one go. Eren and Connie looked at each other with slight concern but didn't say a word. Sasha lit up the spliff and passed it to Connie. The night moved on slowly. Ony was slowly coming out of his funk with his friends around. It was around 1 am when he heard a knock on his door. Connie, Eren and Sasha still at his place choppin' it up. He yelled at Connie to get the door while he went to take a leak. He came out of the toilet yellin "Who the fuck was at the door Conn....... Y/N..." He stood there in shock to see Y/N at his apartment Y/N: I just came to drop this stuff off. It's yours and well the gifts you bought me as well. I don't want them. This is the only time I worked up the courage to drop these off.Ony stared at Y/N....a loud ringing sound in his ears. He realized what her bringing back everything meant. He could see the lil stuffed bunny ears sticking out of the box. He won her that on their first date almost 2 years ago. Ony felt like he was gonna be sick. He stood there just staring at her, trying to figure out what to do or what to say. should he beg, should he just act cold, should he stay silent. Without realizing tears slid down his face. He hanged his head almost immediately. He opened his mouth and not a word came out. He shut his mouth again knowing he doesn't have the words. He continued looking down at his apartment floor and said "uhm...uhm..I..they are your stuff...Y/N I don't want them back." Y/N sighed with a bit of agitation "so you think I want them. Onyankopon just take the box so I can leave. I don't got time for this shit" Delle has never addressed him by his full name always Ony or babe or some nick name. He knew if he raised his head, he wouldn't be able to stop the tears from falling so he turned around and walked straight to the balcony and closed the sliding doors leaving Y/N with Connie, Sasha and Eren Sasha: Y/N really why now girl. You could've just dumped it or gave one of us to bring it for him and it's 2 am. You looking for closure dick. Y/N sighed ignoring Sasha and dumped the box on the floor. she stormed out the apartment only to bring up 2 more large boxes with more stuff. Ony didn't budge from the balcony. Y/N grew angrier. She stormed out the balcony and raised her voice at him. "So, you're gonna sit there and act high and fuckin mighty... you're the one who fucked all this up for what some pussy and my friend at that. Not even a random hoe. My fuckin friend Onyankopon really." Ony stayed silent, he knew he was wrong for what he did and how everything played out. He knows he should stay something, but the silence is the only thing holding his heart together. He wanted to apologize, to beg to say something but he knew Y/N and her kind heart and how much what he did hurt her. He sighed and looked up at Y/N staring her in her face knowing she can see every emotion written all over his face. Y/N stared at his face seeing his brown eyes red from heavy smoke and puffy from crying. Y/N heard the melodies of the weeknd's song Coming down through the balcony speakers. Ony did not say a single word for almost a minute then he said "Y/N I'll always want you. No matter what. *sniffles* I know I fucked up. I don't expect forgiveness or anything of the sort. I deserve what I'm getting. I'm not in the right head space for the conversation we should have. I'm high out my mind and a bit drunk. The only thing I'm good for right now is more weed maybe another drink so right now as much as I want to give you the closure you want, right now I'm not good, so just...I'll.... Y/N cuts Ony off and says "Doesn't matter you have a good fucking life."

Ony watches Delle storm off the balcony and out his apartment. He finally exhaled and let everything out. Eren was the first one outside to console him. He was truly glad that his friends choose to come over tonight.

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm I may do a second part with less angst.. maybe a reunion🥹]

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gojofavho3 · 7 months

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Ngl, I was really horny and sleepy while doing this, AND ALSO there so little when it comes to toji x male reader, so why not doing it now?

Also English it's not my first language, and I'm not really the best writer, at least that's what I think but that is for you to judge

This story contains heavily smut, read at your own risk ‼️

A few months ago you let toji fushiguro live with you, He was going through some crises after his wife died, and he spent a lot of his money gambling after coming back for his old tendencies, so he was totally homeless. with that you let him and his son to live with you

You knew toji for a long time, 3-5 years, he usually would go to the bar you worked almost every night, and with time, you two got close

and it led you to where you are now

Legs spred wide, handcuffed with your hands attached to the headboard legs, d1ck overstimulated of coming so much in that night, blindfolded, Some headphones with loud music so you couldn't hear anything, his boxers in your mouth, why the boxers you said? Well because you don't have any gag, and I'm sure that guy wouldn't buy one

While toji is sitted on the chair Infront of the bed looking directly to your hole while smoking some cigarette that you had in the pack of cigarettes in the kitchen table

Staring especially in his cum that is leaving your pretty hole right now as it doing a mini pool on the bed sheets covering the blue sheets between your legs to white as your chest goes up and down like kenjaku jumping on itadori father

Toji gets up and walks slowly to you, butt naked, still with the cigarette in hand, as he takes the blindfold and headphones, Throwing them to the other side of the bed, you hear the headphones hitting on the wall

phumb!!

you can still some parts of the music because they're not so far away.

While your focus on that, toji is looking in your watery eyes as he bends over and gives a small kiss on the tears, as your attention is on him again, his hands travel over your body, turning you onto your stomach, Then grabbing your ass, spreading your butt cheeks with one hand looking at your asshole, as he sits on your back, you can feel his balls making contact with your upper part of your back

He rubbs it with his thumb open it a little more, he puts the cigarette on your hole. Your eyes wined as your feel you hole squeezing it, as you try to say something, but can't because of his boxers on your mouth

After a few seconds he takes it out, putting the cigarette on the ashtray in the headboard next to the bed, he slaps your ass lightly, starting to eat you out, you moan and whimper through the boxers, as he stays there eating you out for like .... 15? 20 minutes maybe? You cummed at least two times, in those two toji leaked all like it was cake

No matter how many time passed it or how many times you cummed, it looked like the clook didn't move not even a inche, you were tired but very satisfied

He finally stops, getting out of your back, taking the wet boxers out of your mouth as you give a loud breath trough your mouth

He goes to bathroom putting the boxers there and take paper to clean you off, as your conscious goes away closing your eyes as you feel the world doing spins, as you feel your arms free and toji cleaning you up

After some time he puts one of his shirts, like one of the 3 he has, and cleans boxers, as he puts you inside the covers, yes, he also cleaned the wet spots that you soiled with your juices, well, not only your juices

As toji still doesn't know much about pda, he didn't join you in bed, he just stared at your sleepy form for a bit with a slight smile, And then he went to the living room to think about the things watching some random shit

" hm... next time I should go rougher, this was just to experience, for now.. "

Well, and where was Megumi in all this? Don't worry, dear reader, somehow toji managed to convince Shiu to take care of him, after all, it wasn't the first time that it happened

I started this at 1:34

It's 4:25 am, I need to sleep so bad, I rushed a little at the end tbh

Well, till next time

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dbnightingale24 · 3 months

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The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home

Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'

Part 3

I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!

Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?

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“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”

“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”

“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”

“The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”

“Babe-”

“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”

“I’m sure he was just shocked-”

“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”

“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”

“Daisy, I just-”

“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.

Like clockwork.

“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.

“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.

“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.

She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.

Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.

But you can’t keep avoiding him.

No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.

Possibly his child.

“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”

“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”

“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”

“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”

“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”

God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?

Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.

“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.

“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!”

“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”

“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”

“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”

“I’m not forcing anything-”

“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”

“You can’t stop me-”

“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.

Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?

You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.

“Babe-”

“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.

“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”

“Fuck you!”

You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?

“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.

“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”

“I didn’t even know I had a child!”

“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”

“I don’t want him!”

“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”

“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”

“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”

“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”

“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”

“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”

“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.

“WHY NOT?!”

“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”

“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”

“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”

“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”

“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”

“You don’t mean this-”

“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.

“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”

He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.

“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”

“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.

Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.

You need to stay away from him for good.

The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:

How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?

4 Years Later...

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chochuuya · 5 months

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bar man.

characters that i think suit are: takeomi akashi, ran haitani, kanji mochizuki, yasuhiro muto, south terano, shion madarame, baji keisuke & hanma shuji or.. your choice!

disclaimer/note: fem!reader, might be ooc, aged up.. i'm taking about he is single and ready to mingle, he is possessive and bold, usage of pet names, mentions of alcohol & smoking, overall fluff (◡ ‿ ◡ .)

wc: 1.6k [1613]

he is a friend that you recently met in a bar down the streets of tokyo. a pleasant man to be with, honestly.

for some reason, he is not present in his usual timing.

a random guy sitting beside you noticed that you’re alone and started up a conversation, your attention completely on him that you didn’t even notice him walking in, smoking a cigar.

irritated and impatient, he grabbed your face and blew a smoke onto you.

“oi, stop talking.”

your cheeks were pressed together without warning and you coughed at the ill-scented smoke of the cigarette as you closed your eyes.

“what the hell are you doing wasting your pretty lips talking to a stranger?” his tone pissed off and firm.

“he was just keeping me company. i thought you weren’t coming!”

“well, i am here. and he won’t need to keep you company anymore. he’s in my way.” he said, looking annoyed, as he pushes the stranger away from you. the stranger gives you a dirty look and left the bar.

he then took a seat beside you and placed both of his hands on your knees.

“did you miss me?”

you chuckled in amusement. his confidence and ego is something else. it’s fascinating.

“not really.”

“you’re lying! if you didn’t miss me why would you be smiling?” he said smirking, leaning his head closer to you. his face just inches away from your own.

“you’re such a liar, missy. you know you love the attention i give you. i don’t see anyone here as perfect as you. perfect little (y/n), so delicate and vulnerable.”

you scoot further away as you turn your head. “geez.. i would actually like you even more if you quit smoking for once.”

he rolls his eyes and puts out the cigar then places his hand back onto you. “i know how to make you like me even more, i know what buttons to press, baby. i know it all. do you know what I mean?”

with an eyebrow raised and a sip of out your drink taken, you asked out of curiousity. “enlighten me then?”

he leaned back into his seat and ordered an ale from the bartender. he waited for his drink before taking a sip and looking to you.

“the way to make you love me is to make you jealous.” the gent turned to your other side and smirked at a lady that was looking in your direction.

he then turned back to you.

“did it work? you’re all mine, your attention is on me and me only, baby.”

“why would i be jealous when you’re not even my man?” you deadpanned.

“oh really? maybe we should fix that then, darling. wouldn’t you want me to be your man? to spend nights with me? to be with me 24/7?” he said as his tone dripping with arrogance.

“i don’t like men who smoke too much.”

“i can quit, i promise. if i quit, would you date me then?” he said looking genuinely interested and no hesitation.

“date..?”

“what? did i say something wrong?” he asked looking at you as if you’re being a bit ridiculous. “you’re acting surprised when it should be the most obvious thing in the world, i can see and feel the flirting from both parties. it’s not like anyone can deny the chemistry we have. you obviously have a crush on me. don’t lie.”

you left him on heard as you let his words sink in.

the chap’s face dropped as he watched you drink quietly, before he spoke again. “fine, you want to play the hard-to-get game do you? it might make me want you more. but know this, no one plays the game better than me, and i know how to win.”

“i won't stop until i get what i want.”

you let out a scoff as a way to taunt him. “sure.”

“you like to play dangerous games, huh? good thing i like the danger.” he chuckled in amusement.

you take the cancer stick out of his mouth and push it on the ashtray with a smirk. you’re going for the kill now. “danger? like your past days?”

his face dropped as you killed the cigar, he let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at you and clenching his jaw in annoyance.

“what do you know about my past?” he looked at you firmly, waiting for you to answer him and it’s the first time you saw his mood change.

you simply shrugged your shoulders as you drink, hiding a smile. oh, you got him now.

“you aren’t exactly good at hiding that enormous tattoo on your body that’s peeking its way into the world.”

he kept staring at you and you saw his eyes looking over you, judging you to see if you were actually truthful or just bluffing. he stayed quiet for a moment.

“you were looking at my tattoos? you must really like me, sweetheart.. now, explain to me what you know about my past, or you’re leaving the bar with one less tooth.” he was smiling but his gaze was still sharp and intimidating.

you laughed quietly. “is that a threat? i wasn’t even judging you.”

“oh, you have no idea how threatening i could be. so, do talk, my dear,”

he kept sitting right by you, and you start to feel him get a lot closer as he takes a puff from the cigar still blowing the smoke on your face.

“and you know i can be a bit violent when i need to, but to someone as delicate and cute as you, i will make an exception. now tell me darling, what do you know?”

you rolled your eyes. you’re starting to believe that he’s just all muscles.

“and here i thought we were getting onto something. it’s not that hard to open and read the newspaper or something. i’ve seen those tattoos on the news alright? chill out.”

“and you know those tattoos are associated to gangs, right? so i must be quite dangerous then.. don’t you think?” he smirked as he continues to stare at you.

“tell me one more thing, do you like dangerous men?”

that caught you off guard and you actually broke into laughter. “you- you really are something!”

“why is that so hilarious? you’re not afraid of me?” he asked, visibly confused. it seems your reaction is something he did not expect but he was still grinning.

“why should i be? you’re just a man who have moved on from the things that you did back in those days.. right?”

“you’re a very perceptive woman, i’ll admit.”

“the past is the past, it stays in my mind but i won't let it stop me from living in the present.”

the gent smiled, reaching out to pat your cheek, his fingers brushing against your soft skin.

“so, i don’t scare you? then what are you waiting for? to marry me?”

“...”

TAKEOMI, ran, mochi, mucho, SOUTH, shion, baji, hanma.

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c-h-i-m-es · 3 months

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fushiguro toji

context; reader with daddy issues having a not so romantic relationship with toji

"i knew i'd find you here." you say as you creep behind the older man, taking out a cigarette from the pack. he doesn't need to turn behind to know it's you.

of course he has your voice and scent memorized in his head. "why are you out so late?" he takes a sip of his beer.

you sit down close next to him, "i forgot my lighter." he sighs, taking one out of his pocket. finally turning to look at you, "is he drunk again?" he asks, lighting your cigarette.

you chuckle, "you're asking me that when you're almost drunk yourself?" he chuckles lowly, putting the lighter away and leaning back on the wall, "you know i have high tolerance."

you smile, taking a puff and stare ahead into nothing in particular, "it was getting annoying. staying in the house while they were arguing since.. like forever. geez when can i get some quiet in that house?"

he looks at you, then down at your outfit, noticing the short dress you are wearing, "were you going somewhere or justed wanted to dress up?"

you lean away, trying to show him your whole dress, "why? do i look pretty?" he sighs, shacking his head and looking away from you, "you'll catch a cold."

you scoff, taking another puff of smoke, "look at you trying act as if you're my father." you bring your legs to your chest, wrapping one hand around then and resting your head in your knees, "i was gonna go to this party my friend invited me to. but by the time i got there i didn't feel like it."

"hmm.. will you be going home tonight?"

"i don't know.. depends on my mood i guess." you giggle, putting out the cigarette in the ground and throwing it somewhere ahead, "you remember my friend brianna?" he takes a second to himself, "which one is that one again?"

"the one who likes the captain of volleyball team? please you tell me you remember." he takes another sip from his bottle, finishing it, "ah.. that one. yeah i do, i'm just not good with names. what about her?" he puts the bottle besides him, turning his head to you.

"they started dating." he didn't miss the way your voice dropped the energy from before, "and you don't like it?"

you hug your legs, resting your chin on your knee, trying not to look at toji, "no.. yeah? i mean i am happy for her. i did play a little matchmaking for them. but.. i kinda don't want them to be together?"

you cover your face with your hands, letting out a sigh, "not because i like him or her but it's just.. they look so happy together and i don't like seeing that."

"so you're jealous?" you turn your head to him, opening your mouth to deny it, but the words don't come out when you realize that you are jealous. "does that make me a bad person?"

he keeps his eyes on yours as the cold wind blows, blowing your hair. he also notices the goosebumps raise on your arms. he sighs, he takes off his jacket and leans in towards you. you take a deep breath of his scent, almost leaning into him warmth.

he places his jacket on your shoulders before looking at you for a brief moment and pulling back away from you, "put that on. or you're gonna catch a cold and have to stay home, which i think you don't really like."

you chuckle, getting your arms through the sleeves, "thanks." he ruffles your hair, "no problem. and that doesn't make you a bad person. it's normal to feel jealous, especially when you're used to seeing your parents fight and don't have a serious partner until now. no offence."

you don't know if you should laugh or cry at that, so you end up doing them both. you laugh at his comment and see him crack a smile which then makes you cry. why? well emotions are a bitch. you can never understand them.

"i hate everything. i hate how they are the ones who brought me to life and they act like they did me a favor when i didn't ask to be born." you hide your face in your palm and cry, continuing to complain, "why do i have to take the balm for everything that goes wrong in the family? why am i the one who has to help my mom in the kitchen and do as my dad says while my brother is rotting in his room on his phone?"

"why do they not see their son failing his exams, while me getting a b plus is bad? why do i have to listen to them say how they expect me to do better but cannot see i'm the one doing the most in the family?"

toji just listens to you ramble on about your family and life as he pulls you in onto his arms. he effortlessly lifts you up from the dusty rocky ground and in his lap to make sure you're comfortable.

you hide your face in his chest as he hold your body with his muscular arms, making you feel safe and honestly, just not alone. you continue sobbing while he pats your back and holds you close, making sure you know he's there with you.

after what felt like ages for you, but in reality was just a little over ten minutes, you calm down and you pull away from toji, looking down to avoid his eyes, "i'm sorry you had to see me cry again."

he chuckles, tucking the hair covering your face behind your ears and holding your face in his palm to make you look at him, "i've told you this before, you don't ever have to be sorry for anything with me, yeah? i'll hear you complain, see you cry and calm you down all you need. so just don't keep everything inside you and burden yourself. you need to let them out once in a while."

you sniffle, smiling as you let him wipe the tears from your cheeks, "would it be weird to say that i wish you were the one taking care of me?"

he pauses, then continues patting your head, "i think so."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 month

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Another Kat HC of Hanma ::: He gets hard really easy so stimulating him will be a piece of cake.

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A/N ::: Thank you, Kat.

C/W ::: MDNI under the cut, please.

WC ::: 2k (+/-)

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"What're you doing, princess? What ... are ... you ... up ... to?" Hanma leaned forward a little from where the two of you sat on the couch to try and see your face. You were smooshed up against his side, under his left arm. Neither of you are really paying attention to the movie that was on. He patted your shoulder with his hand, "Asked you a question, you little delinquent. The fuck you think you're doin' down there?" He exhaled smoke through his laugh.

"I'm not doing anything. Just rubbing my hand on your leg and enjoying your company, Shuji. Is that a crime? And I'm not the delinquent in this partnership. You are. Don't project your shortcomings onto me, you ass."

"That's not my leg that y'rubbin there, princess. You know damn well what you're rubbin' on." He smirked and shifted so he was facing you. "Care to tell me why you're being so … whatever this is, tonight?"

“I just thought that's what you wanted. I saw the bulge in your pants before you came and sat down next to me. This is your doing.” You sat up and scooted away from him.

“Where you rumplin’ off to? I didn't say you could go anywhere, baby doll.”

You giggled and leaned back into his side, resting your head on his chest. You were getting tired of the movie anyway. Might as well put your attention on Hanma.

He took another long drag of his cigarette and looked down at you. You felt his eyes on you, but you pretended to keep your focus on the movie. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through your hair.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Hanma's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Of course, Shuji. I love you too." You reached up and caressed his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep doing that, you know?" His breath tickled your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

You moved your hand from his cheek to his thigh and gently squeezed it. "Why don't you give me something to work with, then?" You saw his cock twitch through his baggy khakis and you smirked.

Hanma chuckled and pressed his lips to your ear, "I don't know if I have anything to offer you, sweetheart. But if you wanna get me off, I'm sure you can find a way."

You lifted yourself up and straddled his lap, causing him to grunt in surprise. "I'm sure I can figure something out, my big strong boy."

Hanma snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him and turned his attention back to you. He bit his lip as he watched you move your hand up his thigh and brush it against his erection.

"Boy ... BOY? I don't know about that, princess. But I like that you think I'm strong."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Hanma smiled into the kiss and ran his hands up and down your back. "I know you are, baby. You're the strongest boy I ever did meet."

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, lifting you up and laying you down on the couch. He leaned over you and kissed your neck, his tongue grazing your skin as he moved down to your collarbone.

You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. He moved back up and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste the tobacco and nicotine on his lips and tongue, but it wasn't enough to stop you from kissing him back. In a sick way, you'd become addicted to his taste. As foul as it was, you associated it with kissing him and sometimes, if you're in the right kind of mood and you smell cigarettes out and about, it'll give you that initial rush of arousal. It's not the same for you, but it's good for him.

Hanma pulled away and started unbuttoning your shirt, his long, thin fingers deftly moving from one button to the next. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Huh? You want me to make you feel good? You know I will. I'll do anything for you, princess."

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest up into his touch as he slipped your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He sat up and quickly removed his own shirt before leaning back over you.

"You're my baby girl, you know that?" He pressed his lips to your forehead and you felt your stomach flip. "So perfect. So sweet." He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, his breath hot on your skin. "You want me to make you cum, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cock and make you scream my name?" He pressed his erection against your core and you whimpered.

"Yes, Shu, god, please fuck me. Make me feel good. Pleasepleaseplease." You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked your hips up into his. He smirked and slowly thrust against you. "Please, Shuji."

Hanma chuckled and pulled away from you, causing you to whine. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his erection springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

"I will never get tired of seeing that." You giggled as you said that under your breath. More for yourself than him, but he still heard you.

He winked at you and knelt down in front of the couch. "Come sit here, baby." He motioned for you to sit on the edge of the couch. You did as he asked and he grinned.

"Good girl. Now spread those pretty legs for me. Let me see you." He grabbed your thighs and gently pushed them apart, exposing your already dripping wet core. He licked his lips and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against your clit.

You gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "Hohmygod, Shuji, don't stop. Don't stop. Please, baby." You could feel him smile against you as he lapped at you.

Hanma slipped his finger into your core and curled it upward. You cried out and bucked your hips against his face. He kept sucking and licking your clit, his finger working in and out of you at a steady pace.

You felt yourself getting close and you tugged on his hair. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, baby, please. Please."

Hanma pulled away and smiled up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

"W-wh- the hell, Hanma. Why'd you stop? You playin' some kinda game today? Fuck man." You pouted your best pout at him and began moving your hand over to your needy cunt. "Guess I'll have to take care of this myself. Woe is me. Woe ... is ... me." Your fingers worked your clit with the most precise accuracy. Like you were a computer that had received a set of perfect instructions.

The look on Hanma's face was that of betrayal. "What're y'doin'? Tryna hurt my feelings, princess? Goddamn it, y/n." He swatted your hand away and moved back in between your legs, his tongue instantly finding its way back to your clit.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself against his face. "That's better. This pussy might be attached to you. But so long as you're my girl, this is my pretty little toy. Got it?" He asked, sounding more agitated than you thought he would. Which made you incredibly happy. You couldn't resist fucking with him. You rarely could. But today was not one of those days.

You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair again. "Yes, Shuji. All yours. This pussy is all yours. Please make her cum." You bucked your hips up into his mouth and he groaned.

His finger slipped back into your core and you felt yourself getting close again. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. Y-you - cum for me, too, baby."

Hanma pulled away again and stood up. He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the couch, turning you around and bending you over the armrest. He rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"You want me, baby? Hmm?" His words were strained as he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, slipping just that in, you felt the intrusive pop of his dick warming your insides.

"Yes, Shuji ... fuck." You wiggled your ass against his groin and he grunted, pushing himself deeper into you. "Fuck me, baby. Please, Shu." You were begging for it, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You want me to fuck you, princess? You sure?" He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pushing himself in until his cock was buried deep inside you. "You sure you can handle it? You sure you can handle allll this meat I'm feedin' you? You better open wide, slut. You're gonna dine well tonight."

You cried out as he began to thrust in and out of you, his cock filling you up so completely that you thought you might burst. "Shuji! Fuck!" You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you knew that this was going to be the best orgasm of your life.

"That's it, princess. Take all of my cock." He pulled nearly all of the way out and then thrust back in. He had always managed to brush against every single area of your insides that drove you to see stars. You could feel your walls pulsating around him as he moved in and out of you.

Hanma picked up the pace, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and gripped the armrest, your knuckles turning white as you held on for dear life.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back, arching your spine and causing your tits to bounce with each thrust. "That's it, baby. You take my dick so well. Such a good little slut. So tight. So wet. Goddamn." His words were a mess, but it was music to your ears.

"Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Pleeease let me cum." Your voice was breathless, but you managed to get the words out.

Hanma leaned forward, nibbled on your ear and growled, "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick."

You moaned and felt yourself coming undone. Your legs shook and you felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came. He grunted and you felt him still inside of you, his cum filling you up.

Hanma pulled out and you collapsed onto the couch, your legs unable to support you anymore. He chuckled and flopped down next to you, pulling you close to his chest.

"Fuck, that was good. You're so good, baby." He kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself, Shu. I love you."

He laughed and squeezed you tighter. "Love you, princess."

The two of you sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, until you finally decided it was time to get cleaned up.

"Shu, I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Wanna come with?" You stood up and looked down at him. He smirked and nodded.

"You know I do, baby." He grabbed your hand and followed you into the bathroom, the two of you taking turns washing each other off and exchanging soft kisses under the warm spray of water.

You knew that Hanma was always horny and you didn't mind that one bit. After all, he made you feel so good, you couldn't complain.

Too much.

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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If your request are still open I would like to add a request.

Maybe some Zolu x Reader head-canons, like what would happen if they were to have kids?

Yes my requests are open and id love to do this I'll do Zosan though since I'm not to sure about Zolu at the moment sorry:) Reader is female

Warning: Bad language and fluff

As i was writing this i came up with a bunch of ideas so i'll be making two more stories and linking them. thank you for the request i enjoyed this so much :) <3

^ Your baby would be 100% protected no matter what. The whole crew would be down to fight if anything happened to your baby but Sanji and Zoro would be pissed and run right in to help. No one will ever touch their baby and one of you or the crew will always be with her. Gods forbid someone makes your baby cry, Sanji and Zoro will give them a death glare until they say sorry or run away.

^ Your first child would be a girl and it was your idea to call her Kuina after Zoro's childhood friend, Zoro loved it and was so grateful to have you and Sanji in his life. You would all take turns getting up at night with your baby but the boys made it a point to let you sleep more since you did have the baby and are providing the milk.

^ Sanji is in love from the moment he laid his eyes on his baby girl and would carry her around when ever he could, would never smoke around his baby and will start eating breath mints after a cigarette, no one told him to do it but he didn't want his daughter to get second hand smoke.

^ Zoro would take naps with your baby girl, you have to remind at first not to sleep in direct sunlight with her, but he soon got it and started sleeping either inside or under the tree on the grass deck, the baby would either be in her basket or on his chest. He loves to have his baby on his chest, she feels so warm.

^ Sanji would differently have the baby in the kitchen when he's cooking, having her sit in her high chair and showing her ingredients and telling her everything she needs to know, he'd let her taste things and listen to her babble with a "Yes, you think so?" or "That's a great idea".

^ When you and Sanji dance in the kitchen your baby love to watch, clapping along to the music and giggling at the two of you. Sanji will pick her up and let her join you two giving his two favorite girls compliments and kisses.

^ When you and Zoro work out together you like to have the baby in the room, She sleeps very well almost like the sound of the weights and you two talking lulls her to sleep. When she is awake you love to put her on a blanket on the floor and do push-ups above her, when coming down you blow on her belly or kiss her head making her giggle, her hands tend to grab your hair or nose, but she's so fucking cute you can't stop her.

^ Zoro falls in love all over again watching you and his baby, sometimes he'll just stop mid set watching you two. He 100% the kind of dad that makes his daughter feel strong, like when she squeezes his finger he'll fall to his knees and pretend like she's forcing him down "Oh no my baby girls too strong... please have mercy" his baby will giggle and let go, so he can kiss her forehead.

^ When the three of you are out you love to have the baby in your arms but if you get tired Sanji or Zoro are more than happy to hold her, Sanji will show off his baby when ever possible, lady's will swoon over him and the baby in his arms, but he's starting to flirt less and brag more about his baby girl and the woman who helped made her.

^ While out Zoro will either hand the baby in his kimono wrapped up tight, so she won't fall out or when she's old enough, on his shoulders letting her see the world and play with his hair. You or Sanji will always be with him when out with the baby, so he doesn't get lost and make you two worry, it happened once and you almost had a heart attack while Sanji almost killed Zoro.

^ You are praised a lot by the two, telling you how much they love you and thanking you for this bundle of joy. They make sure your well rested and well-fed, if you ever need time alone or away from the baby there is no problem, they will take care of things for you. You will get a lot of hugs and kisses when ever they see you, telling you how good you look even if you feel like shit.

^ Zoro and Sanji will spend time together in the aquarium bar with your baby, showing her the fish or letting her sleep while the two spend time together, they would love it of you joined them but sometimes you need time away or you have work to do. They will cuddle with each other and either sleep or talk quietly while your baby sleeps.

^ When your baby started talking her first word as "Berry" she loves strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but none of you expected that to be her first words. Her names for you are Mum and Mommy and for Sanji and Zoro she seems to only call Zoro Dad and Sanji Daddy.

----- Now for the crew, Friends & Foes -----

^ Luffy loves your baby girl, he always wants to bring her on adventures that the three of you have to stop. Luffy considers your baby girl a part of his crew but when she's old enough to talk he asks her to join his crew and before any of you three can stop him she answers yes. Luffy is your baby's uncle there's no doubt about it and when she started to talk it was hard for her to say Luffy or Uncle, so she started calling him Lu or Lulu.

^ Nami is one of your best friend's, but she wasn't to sure about your baby at first, it was mainly fear of doing something wrong or getting puked on but over time she starts to interact more with her and the first time she holds your baby girl she didn't want to let her go. Your daughter has been obsessed with Nami's hair form day one and loves to run her small hand through the navigator's hair, she never grabs, pulls or tried to eat it, you think she just loves the color and feel. At first, she started calling Nami Ore but when she could finally say Orange she started calling her that.

^ Usopp was a nervous wreck, he said a lot of stuff before the baby was born about being the best uncle and how good he is with baby's but when the baby was put into his arms he froze, he was scared to move or even breath, but he got a little more confident around her. He went over the top when baby proofing the ship but you didn't mind better to be safe than sorry. Your daughter thinks of him as her second uncle and loves to watch him make things, but he always panics when she gets a few feet too close to his tools, she laughs about it though and sits with Zoro watching him form afar. She likes to call him Nose, but she also calls him opp from time to time.

^ Robin is 100% the auntie to your daughter, she helps out a lot with the baby and often reads to her. She finds your baby so cute she can't help but blush when ever she starts babbling, she used to read your baby kids books but soon turned to history books, Sanji wasn't sure at first but Robin told him that the baby was smart, and she wouldn't read her anything graphic. Zoro was also weary of it but after sitting with them one time he realized it was ok, your baby enjoyed it and Robin mostly taught her about ancient city's and skypia. Your baby looks at Robin with so much wonder and calls her Ant since she couldn't say Auntie at first.

^ Chopper loves but also fears your daughter, he helped you through your pregnancy, the birth and check up's afterwords, if you or the boys have any concerns he's the one you go to. He mainly fears your daughter because she's convinced he's a real living teddy bear, she'll rub his fur, hug him but when she was teething she often tried to bite his antlers. You, Zoro and Sanji tired your best to explain things to her or get her to stop but it took a while. She of course calls him Teddy or Fluffy and smiles when ever she sees him.

^ Franky made her cry the first time he met her, his large figure leaning over to look at her made her scream and cry, he cried too getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It took a while for your daughter to get used to him, he made toys for her and would always use his tiny hand to interact with her as not to scare her. She starts really liking him as she gets older, she laughs when ever he does something silly, and she tends to copy him when ever he does his Super stance, her name for him is Robo and she refuse to call him anything else.

^ Brook and your Daughter had a strange meeting, they both just stared at each other for a solid minute before she starts laughing, it made every surprised, you thought she would be scared of him, but she wasn't, in fact she was fascinated by him, and he bent down to let her feel his skull. When ever she see's him she likes to touch his face or pull on his finger's, she loves his laugh and tried to mimic it at times. You often sing your baby to sleep but if your having trouble Brook will lend a hand and lightly place the violin while you sing, you baby falls asleep almost instantly. She loves to call him skelly or skull.

^ Jinbe is a big help in calming you or your boys down when your upset or frustrated over something to do with the baby, most of the time its you three doubting yourselves, but he's there for you, he thinks your daughter is amazing and your daughter loves to hear the man talk, its like when ever he does she can't turn away form him its something about his voice. She calls him Jin or Jolly and when ever she see's another fish man she loves to wave at them or say hi to them.

^ The heart pirates helped you through your birth, Chopper needed help and asked Law who wasn't too happy at first but agreed to help. You had the baby on the sunny so all the heart pirates where on the sub, but they really wanted to see your baby. they boo'd their captain when he said they were leaving, but they didn't fight him. Almost a month later they finally, met your baby, and she loved Bepo he was a big fluffy teddy in her eyes, and she loved Penguin's and Shachi's hats, the two took it upon themselves to get your baby a Dolphin hat, and she loves it. Law said he didn't feel any kinda way towards your baby, but he was so gentle with her and the slight blush on his cheeks gave away that he did think she was cute. The only member she was scared of was Jean Bart, he was a large man, but he was also super kind and gave your baby a lot of space.

^ Kid pirates had no idea you were even pregnant, your baby was over a year by the time they met up with the straw hats again and it was a chance meeting. You, Sanji and Zoro were out shopping, your baby girl on Zoro's shoulders until you bumped into Kid and Killer, The captain raised an eyebrow at you four before blurting out about you guys having a kid, Zoro handed Sanji the baby girl before yelling at Kid to back off. While those two argued Killer walked up to you and Sanji and the cooks instinct was to raise his leg up to protect your baby but you placed a hand on his leg, telling him it's ok. Killer went eye level with your baby and reached a finger out your baby taking it and shaking his hand as the man laughed a little and your baby girl laughed too. Kid and Zoro finally stopped fighting to see your baby and Killer interact, your baby touched the mans mask and her eyes were so kind. Kid sighs before congratulating you all and walking away, Killer waving goodbye too. It was a strange encounter but luckily there was no harm done. (Link)

^ When the Vinsmoke family found out they where pissed but didn't do anything about it, the only one who did care was Reiju, but she kept it to herself. She sent a gift basket and a card getting it special delivered to the sunny, Sanji cried when he saw it and it made you tear up a little too but you were all thankful to her. There was chance meeting with the three germa 66 boys that didn't go so well though (Link)

^ Mihawk and Perona had very different ways of interacting with your daughter, but they both really wanted to meet her, Mihawk sent a letter out along with a log post inviting you all to his castle, Perona wrote in it too asking all kinds of questions like what toy's does she like? Does she like pink? what's her favorite food? ect, you never thought the ghost girl would be interested in your baby but you were proven wrong (Link)

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thought--bubble · 2 months

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There is Still Hope Isn't There? Pt 4

Tom Bennett X (Best Friend's Sister Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 1783

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Warnings:: Male masturbation, Female masturbation.

Tom paces back and forth in front of the flat chain-smoking cigarettes, far too uncomfortable to go inside.

He imagines you're inside telling Josh about how handsy he got. Josh's face burning red with anger.

"I'm a bloody menace." he runs his fingers through his hair, jumping as Josh again opens the door.

"Get your arse in here. It's late. I want to lock up. " Josh watches Tom from the doorway, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "Cmon hurry up"

"Yeah, yeah, alright. I'm coming, " Tom grumbles while stomping out his final cigarette. His plan is to avoid a conversation with Josh at all costs.

Tom walks up the two steps and through the door, making a b-line for the sofa.

"Wait." Tom cringes at the sound of Josh's voice behind him before slowly turning to look at him with a cheeky smile.

"I'm a bit pissed mate, gonna have to save any serious chat for the mornin," he stumbles purposefully in an attempt to highlight his current condition.

"Heard you made a bit of a fool out of yourself down the pub," Josh chuckles as he walks toward Tom, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and guiding him to the sofa.

"My sister is convinced it's because you're a loud mouth fool." Josh gets Tom to the sofa and pushes him down with a grunt.

"Yeah, sounds right." Tom pulls out another cigarette and puts it between his lips, fishing around his trousers for his matches. Josh quickly grabs it out of his mouth, holding it up in the air.

"No smokin in the flat. Makes everything musty"

Tom rolls his eyes. "But you locked up the flat!" He unsuccessfully reaches out trying to snatch his cigarette back.

"Then I guess it's time for you to sleep." Josh chuckles, "we'll talk in the morning"

Tom groans. "Do we have to?"

Josh smiles and taps Tom's shoulder before heading up the stairs to sleep.

Once Josh is gone, Tom flops back against the sofa with a huff, his thoughts racing. You must have complained to Josh. He couldn't blame you. He made a scene at your job and then proceeded to violate your personal space.

But why? He's known you his whole life practically, and tonight, something set him off. Some kind of primal urge to hold you, to have you. The feel of your curves under his hands. Your smell. Your bright eyes looking up at him. All these things about you, all these wonderful alluring things. How has he not seen them before?

Laying on the sofa, eyes closed and thinking about where his mind was going earlier was enough to bring him into a state of arousal. He could feel the blood flowing to his cock instead of his head.

He slides his hand down his stomach and into his trousers. He's in the fucking living room, he can't do this here. He knows that.

He opens his eyes quickly, surveying the space. The flat is quiet, only small creaks of the building settling can be heard.

He justifies it by thinking you're asleep. He's a man. He has needs. He takes off his trousers, placing them on the floor next to the sofa, and slides back under the sheet.

He again looks around the room and listens for sounds of movement. When he hears nothing, he moves his hand into his underwear and grabs his cock, squeezing the head briefly.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes as he starts to leisurely stroke himself.

He's so pent up. He needs this.

He releases a contented sigh as he imagines you riding him instead. The picture is clear as day in his mind, your head hanging back as you roll your hips slow and sensual.

You're a good girl who would be a bad girl just for him. He knows about your little crush. He knows it would be all too easy to touch you. Your skin warm under his fingertips.

He can feel the pressure in the base of his spine as he quickens his movements. "Yeah, you'd do anything I want, wouldn't ya you little minx?" he can't help but moan the words out loud as his pleasure builds.

He licks his lips and bites his bottom lip as he imagines it. Laying you down on a bed, a table, the floor. Wouldn't matter. He could press himself into you rough and hard, and you would thank him for it. Soft little moans of his name escaping your lips.

"Dirty little thing," he grunts in pleasure as he nears his climax, tugging at himself furiously. "Fuck, I can't fucking wait".

His hips begin to involuntarily thrust upwards as he hits the peak of his pleasure, his eyes flying open and gasping for air. His body slightly jolts as he rides out his high.

He lies back, breathing harshly for a minute.

Tom chuckles to himself as he looks around the quiet room. Did I really just do that?

Did I really just jerk off in my best friends living room while thinking about his sister?

"I'm fucking deranged"

Too tired and too drunk to get up and clean himself up properly, he uses his discarded trousers as a towel and bunches them up on the floor with the intent to wash them tomorrow.

He rolls onto his side, a satisfied smirk on his face as his eyes droop closed.

That fucking girl did something to me tonight, being his last thought before he drifts off.

Tom is partially roused from his sleep to the sound of you and Josh quietly talking in the kitchen while you have your morning tea. He can't make out everything you say, but he clearly hears Josh say, "Let him sleep."

He drifts in and out of consciousness, hearing the door shut, surmising that Josh has left to work for the day.

Tom decides to continue to lie there with his eyes shut. Maybe he will be able to fall back to sleep and wake in the mid-afternoon.

He hears your light footsteps enter the room, and he squeezes his eyes shut tighter. Until he hears you pick up his trousers.

In a full panic, he springs up from the sofa, attempting to yank them from your hands.

"Give me those!"

"I was just collecting some washing!" You step back from him trousers still in hand.

"Ummm .... i.... i can do my own washing!" He stands from the sofa and takes a step toward you, completely forgetting that he is clad in his undergarments and having just woke up, his morning erection on full display.

"Oh my!" You avert your eyes quickly, the embarrassment causing you to chuckle nervously.

"God!" He yelps quickly, sitting back on the sofa and pulling the sheet over his lap. His face becoming a shade of bright crimson red.

You turn the trousers over in your hand and see the crusted stain left from Tom's passionate night alone and quickly drop them to the floor, taking yet another step back.

Tom leans forward, not fully rising from the sofa and using his long arm to fish his trousers back.

"Fookin' hell kid," Tom's embarrassment is at an all-time high. He is unable to lift his head to look at you. So, with his head down eyes on his soiled trousers, he chuckles. "I can do my own washing."

"Oh. Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I.... um... I'll be upstairs. " You swiftly leave the room practically running up the stairs, leaving Tom sitting flush faced on the sofa.

Tom can't help but burst into laughter once you're gone. "I'm a bloody creep!"

He pulls out a clean pair of trousers from your fathers trunk and slides them on. Before stuffing his soiled trousers in his ruck sack and heading out.

You sit in your room and don't dare leave it until you hear the front door close and see that blonde hair bobbing down the side walk through your window.

Oh, thank God he's gone.

You sit back on your bed going over the happenings from last night to this morning.

After Tom had nearly kissed you last night, you had flown into the house furious at the way he had pulled back from you.

His obvious embarrassment fueling your rage. Josh, the ever observant brother had asked you what was wrong, and you just offloaded. You told him of Tom's behavior at the pub and how he had chased off a good customer, and just before telling him about Tom's closeness outside, you stopped yourself. Unwilling to disclose that information.

"Why would he chase this guy off?" Josh had asked a teasing lilt to his voice.

You, still angry and annoyed went off about how Tom is a git and did it just to be annoying before stomping your way upstairs and shutting yourself up in your bedroom where you continued to stew in your frustration for the rest of the night.

You had calmed down slightly by morning, and when Josh had stated he would talk to Tom regarding his behavior at the pub, you had tried to downplay it, repeatedly telling Josh that wasn't necessary and it was just drunk shenanigans.

After Josh left for the day, you wanted to do something to show Tom you weren't angry with him. That everything was still the same between you. Something kind. Like doing his washing.

You groan, reliving the experience of embarrassing Tom nearly to death first thing in the morning. Feeling your face heat up, remembering the sight of him standing up. that's a sight you don't think you'll ever forget.

You lean back on your bed and let your hands wander eyes closed and replaying that moment on an endless loop. He was long that much was clear.

As your nimble fingers slide their way into your knickers, you imagine him on the sofa last night. Stroking himself to completion.

The faces he must of made. The sounds he must of made. Each thought bringing you closer and closer to an eruption as you rub furiously at your pearl.

You couldn't help but wonder. Was it because of me? Because of how close we got? The thought of Tom aroused, but just getting close to you is enough to push you over the edge with a gasp.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he wasn't embarrassed of you. Maybe he was just nervous about how far he wanted to take it.

You lean your head back. A small smirk on your face at the thought that Tom, Tom Bennett wants to shag you.

You sigh content. "Can't fuckin wait"

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eufezco · 2 years

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IM ALL IN FOR YOUR STRANGER THINGS ERA 🫶🏻🫶🏻 if you want to and can could you write something where billy is dating the good girl from school and everyone tells her that he’ll break her heart bc it’s billy hargrove but in reality billy wants something serious with her

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 🫶🏻

Everyone in the high school parking lot stared at Billy's car as he parked. He's been the center of attention since he arrived at Hawkins two years ago. "What time do you finish? I'll come to pick you up." Billy fixed his hair looking at his reflection in the car mirror, you looked at your feet, your cheeks growing hot as you felt everyone's eyes on you two. "At 5 pm." Your boyfriend hummed. "I'll be here at 4:30." He leaned to you and kissed your cheek. "Let's go." Billy got out of the car and so you did, noticing how all the girls were checking out your boyfriend, which you didn't blame them for. Billy approached you and hugged your waist with one of his arms, letting those girls know that he was already taken. You took advantage of his movement and got closer to him, practically hiding on one side of his body.

When you entered the high school, you needed to part your ways because Billy had to go to the gym and you had maths. "I'll see you later, beautiful." He cupped both of your cheeks and gave a sweet kiss to your lips. You showed him a little smile and he left. You pressed your books against your chest as you walked down the hallway. "Y/n!" You heard a voice calling your name behind you, you stopped and turned around to find Nancy walking towards you. "Hey Nance." She had maths too so you both went to the classroom together talking about your final exams, about the school newspaper, but Nancy seemed worried to you. As if she needed to let something out. "Y/n, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure, what is it?"

"Are you dating Billy? Billy Hargrove?" The question surprised you because at this point you assumed everybody knew. You nodded. The girl was also surprised because how can someone like you be dating someone like him. She thought of the best way to tell you this. Her opinion of Billy was based on how she knew he had treated other girls. He used them. He was mean, rude, an asshole she might say. "Can I tell you something? As a friend?" You nodded again, wanting to hear what she had to say because you trusted Nancy. "I don't think he's good for you."

"He is good. Billy is the best, he-" You firmly confirmed to her. Nancy shook her head. "You might think he is, but he's using you y/n. And when he's done with you, he will ditch you like he has done with plenty of girls before." Your heart hurt, and your eyes started to get glossy with tears. Thinking you were just another one of all the girls he'd been with hurt your feelings, even more, when Nancy was the one making you doubt this hard of your relationship. "I'm sorry, y/n." Her hand landed on the lower part of your back. You shook your head, wiping away your tears. You didn't say anything else besides 'it's okay’.

Apparently, Nancy told Steve who sat with you and Nancy during lunchtime to talk to you. Thanks to that, Jonathan also found out, and you've never seen him and Steve agree on one thing except for their opinions on your boyfriend. "We're keeping you from getting your heart broken, y/n." Jonathan was trying to find your gaze as he put his hand on yours, but your eyes were focused on your food. Getting your heartbroken, again. You didn't want that to happen. "I gotta go." You announced and left the table, your three friends looking at you as you left.

Your last classes were long and slow for you. You avoided them succesfully for the rest of the day until it was finally 5 pm. Your feet walked fast to Billy's car. He was leaning against the trunk, smoking and waiting for you. He stepped on the cigarette when he saw you, that playful smirk of his showing up on his lips, but the moment Billy saw your face, it disappeared. You went directly to his chest, hiding your face there. At first, Billy stood there with his arms open, not hugging you because of the surprise. However, when he realized you were sobbing, both of his arms wrapped around your body. "What happened?" One of his hands went to the back of your head, Billy clenching his jaw to the people watching and looking for anyone with guilt on their face, trying to find if someone had made you cry. "What happened, y/n? You have to tell me or I won't be able to help you."

"Can we just leave?" His hands found their way to your cheeks as he nodded, his eyebrows arched, showing you the compassion you needed. Billy wiped away your tears and looked into your sad eyes. He had never hated something so much as seeing the sadness in your bright eyes. He let you go and went into the car.

Billy drove in silence, with one of his hands on your lap holding yours until he parked in front of your house. "Okay, now you gotta tell me what happened." That's when you started crying again, your hands covering your face as Billy turned his body to you. He had never known how to act when people cried in front of him because when he was a child, his father would let him cry all day long until his throat bled. But with you, it was so smooth, his reactions were so pure, Billy didn't even need to think. He took your shaking hands away from your face and held them firmly between his. "I don't want to be just another one for you."

"What?" Billy was confused. "You've been with a lot of girls and- and I don't want to be another one of them."

"That's not like that. We're dating. You and I are dating. Do you know when was the last time I dated someone? In elementary school. What I've had with other girls it's nothing like what we have. You're the only one for me." You sobbed on last time, cleaning your nose with your jacket cuff. He didn't want to think about who could have possibly put those thoughts in your head because he wanted to focus on you now. Billy leaned even more and kissed your lips, tasting your salty tears on them. "You are the only one for me." He repeated one more time, making you smile shyly.

#stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 8 months

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Summary: Is something that feels so good really something so morally wrong?

Pairing: virgin!Gabriel x nurse!fem!Reader

Word Count: -3.3k (Whoopsie)

Content Warnings: Psych Ward Smut 18+!, Smoking, Mentions Of Past Self-Harm, Kinda Hurt/Comfort, Gabe Getting Babyed Again, Implied Female Masturbation, Gabe’s Oral Fixation, Gabriel Being A Little Menace, Praise Kink, Reader Talking Gabe Through It, Fingering, Nursing, A Handjob (A Proper One This Time)

A/N: The brain rot was, in fact, brain rotting very heavily in this one.

Sequel to Crybaby!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go

Will I catch up to love? I can never tell, I know

Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I

Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

- Carousel By Melanie Martinez

Saturday, the clock gradually ticked towards 9:30 P.M.

Guilt and shame settled heavily in your chest as your eyes stared at the well-familiar med distribution files whilst your mind zoned out completely. For tonight there was only one name to fill in to complete the data. Gabriel. Your watery stare was trained on the black ink on white paper as your mind wandered back to you arriving back at home in the early morning hours, tired, exhausted yet horny to the point it rendered you senseless. Thinking about Gabe, him sitting in your lap the way he had whilst being touched by you had you falling apart in less than 5 minutes. Kinda pathetic and wretched, really. Right after the last contractions of your much-needed orgasm had ebbed away, reason and judgment started to creep their way back into your brain. What had happened was very much objectively wrong, that much you knew for sure and a part of you most certainly felt absolutely shitty about it. However, all the other sly, little voices in your mind whispered to you that it was okay because nobody would find out and that you should allow yourself to have that, allow yourself and Gabriel to have that little thing between the two of you.

Was it really something that terribly wrong when it felt so good? You sighed deeply, your fingers absentmindedly scratching over your forehead before you decided that it was time to get a cup of coffee or treat yourself to one of the plenty of Red Bulls you had stocked in the staff fridge.

“Hey!” You practically shot out of your chair, the pen between your fingers dropping down onto the desk with a dull thud.

“Jesus fuck, Gabe!”, You huffed, chest heaving heavily, “Scared the shit out of me, damn.”

“Oh..oh, sorry, no, no I didn’t mean to, I…” He stammered, looking at you with wide, apologetic eyes that had you nearly drowning in them already.

“I know, I know…. I was a bit lost in thoughts, that’s all. What can I do for you?” Catching your breath a little more with every sharp inhale, you calmed yourself down from the sudden scare.

“Can I go into the yard to have a cigarette…please?” He asked, fingers fumbling with the seams of his sleeves.

“Gabe..”, Your shoulders dropped down a little as you nudged your head toward the clock, “It’s already one and half hours past going-out-time, you know that. Please use the smoker's room on the ward, yeah?”

“But it’s disgusting in there.”, He groaned, lips pouting at you whilst he gently chewed at the inside of his cheek, “It stinks. I don’t wanna go in there.”

“Well, smoking doesn’t exactly come with hints of vanilla and candy cotton now, no?”. You tried to put some reason into this conversation to not just give in to his plea right away.

“Hmmhmm..”, Gabe tapped his foot against the linoleum floor, a little impatient, “Pretty please?”

You felt a long groan ready to emerge from your lungs but you kept it choked back. It would only irritate Gabriel further and you simply couldn’t just explain to him that you’d do nearly everything for him if he asked while his big, blue eyes twinkled and beamed at you like this.

“But I’m coming with you, angel face. I’m gonna get myself a hot cup of coffee real quick and you better not pull any sketchy shit on me, Gabe, got that?” He nodded vigorously and let you pass him on your way out of the small bureau.

Cupping a thermos bottle of freshly brewed coffee in your hands, you enjoyed the cold night air filling your lungs. It was crisp and clean…at least up until Gabe right next to you ignited his cigarette and a low breeze swept the smell of burning tobacco towards you.

“Better?” You threw him a benevolent glance from the side.

“Uh-huh..” Gabriel nodded as he answered quietly, taking another slightly shaky drag from the cigarette.

“How’re the meds?”, You followed right up as you noticed the light tremble in his hands, “I read that you took ‘em.”

“Still all in and they make me feel tired, that’s why I wanted to come out here for a cigarette.” He answered, blowing the smoke into the night, tapping from one foot to the other, appearing somewhat uptight.

“I’m proud of you, Gabe.”, You encouraged him, really meaning it, “Like I said, give it two weeks and you’ll feel better.”

The beverage was almost too hot in your mouth as you took a long swig, the warmth flooding down into your stomach where it tried to soothe the still ongoing battle over moral high ground. It was enough for Gabriel to simply stand next to you like that for you to want to touch him again, to play with his hair while you’d tell him to sneak his fingers under your scrubs to explore your body the way he craved to. You taunted yourself for pushing it as far as telling him that there’d be a next time for you really shouldn’t have let yourself get carried away like that. Nevertheless, the sensation of his soft, plush lips against yours was haunting your thoughts.

“Well, I hope I do because I don’t like how I feel right now, not one bit.” He very much rushed through his cigarette, discarding the smoked-up bum in a bin on his way back to the elevator inside.

You followed right behind him, your brows furrowing a bit as you found yourself somewhat puzzled by his twitchy behavior. Meds this, side-effects that but you were sure that there must be more to it.

“Are you alright, Gabe? You seem a bit off…” You asked gently with a warm smile on your lips as you stepped into the elevator and pressed for level 4.

“I dunno…”, He replied, raising his hand to nip at his cuticles, “ ‘M nervous.”

“Nervous?” You repeated, taking another sip from your coffee.

"Uh-huh. Feel nervous around you.” Gabriel mumbled reluctantly, a soft tint of red creeping into his face.

“Why’d you feel nervous around me, angel face, hm?” You knew perfectly well why yet you couldn’t help yourself but to jump right into it, pushing him a little with your words.

Gabe took his time to answer, mentally stumbling and tripping over his own words while the elevator pulled up to the 4th floor.

“I-I have been thinking about something.”, He stuttered coyly upon leaving the elevator, and entering Ward 4 before you locked the entrance doors behind you again, “I..I…hmhmmm..I’d like to return the favor, you know?”

Oh, you knew just fine and the mere thought of it alone made you halt in your steps, a hot jolt of unbridled arousal shooting right amidst your legs.

“Okay.” You placed the thermos bottle on the desk in your office and threw your jacket onto the chair.

“Okay? What do you mean by okay?” Gabriel stammered a little insecure, his gaze following your every movement closely.

“I mean exactly that, Gabe.” You turned to smile at him, your own heart hammering in your chest, sense and reason not so slowly succumbing to the pressing need to feel him against you in whatever way.

“You…I, I mean…uh?..” It trickled out of his mouth a little dumbfounded.

“Yeah, but for that, we don’t wanna be in my office now, do we?” Gabe blushed even harder at your words, shaking his head excitedly.

“No, no of course not…” With a growing smile around his lips, Gabriel got daring and reached out for his slender fingers to grab you by the wrist, leading you with him down the corridor.

You didn’t resist any of it, instead, you followed his needy pulling and grabbing until both of you hushed into his little dorm room, the door falling shut with a fast swing.

“Thought about it all day long…”, Gabe groaned against your cheek after he had turned around for his hands to grab at your hips immediately, “Did you think about me too?”

He was on you faster than your brain could comprehend, his lips lapping at yours desperately as he practically shoved himself between your legs with your back pressed against the wall.

There it was, that oddly confident, focused burst of determination towards what he wanted. That spark of stubbornness fueled by a deep-rooted need for attention no one ever really had granted to him. Not his consecutively occupied mother, not his thoroughly annoyed brother, nobody but you.

"Yeah, I thought about you too, angel face.", Every last bit of pretentious self-control crumbled into nothingness as you reciprocated the kiss over and over again, the faint taste of cold cigarette smoke seeping into your mouth, "Couldn’t keep myself from doing so."

You led your hands to latch onto his sides, pulling him in closer between your legs, the need to feel him there growing with every shallow breath.

His already throbbing hard-on pushed against the fuzzy fabric of his black sweatpants right through the not-exactly-thick material of your scrubs. You felt the silhouette of his cock right above your pubic bone, your clit reacting to it in a craving ache for more stimulation.

"Did you touch yourself thinking about me? I sure did while thinking about you…" Gabe pushed in an aroused curiosity that sent your mind reeling.

"Uh-uhu. Didn't last more than 5 minutes." You admitted, your fingers slipping underneath his sweater, eliciting a trembling moan to roll over his tongue.

In tender strokes you led your thumbs to graze over his hip bones and down along the exposed v-line of his lower abdomen to the waistband of his pants, making his cock twitch against you.

"Touch me, fuck me, please, anything…", Gabriel whined into the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as his trembling breaths brushed over your chin, "Please, can I touch you?"

"Hey, hey…Gabe, hey…calm down for me, yeah?" You talked not only to him but to your own conscience as well.

" 'M already touching you right here.", To underline your statement, you brushed over his hips again, "And everything else will follow soon enough. Let's take this slow, okay?"

"Sorry…" His cheeks flushed with red and you could feel the heat radiate from his face.

"It's okay…we don't need to rush this." With your hands tenderly palming his sides, you guided him towards the bed, sitting him down on the mattress before you started pulling your shirt over your head.

Gabe's eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him, leaning in to press his warm lips to your stomach whilst you shimmied yourself out of your bra, tossing the accumulated fabric onto the floor. They wandered upwards slowly as soon as your breasts fell free from their confines, suckling at their sensitive underside which led your nipples to perk up.

“Oh, fuck..that’s good, angel face.” You cooed to him quietly, your fingers brushing through his silky smooth hair.

Guided by your words of praise, Gabe’s mouth ventured further until his lips closed down around your sensitive nipple, applying a gentle amount of suction to it as the tip of his tongue flicked over it. The sensation alone caused a treacherous puddle of your rapidly increasing arousal to pool between your thighs. It nearly had you buckling forward onto the bed, made you want to simply mount him, pin him to the mattress below and just ride him until he begged for you to stop but that had to wait. Not tonight, you had told yourself over and over again, you’d take it nice and slow with sweet Gabriel.

“Do you want to get out of those clothes for me, Gabe?” You asked, cradling his face in your palms as his lips pulled back from your breast in a wet sound.

“Sure…” His breaths came in a raggedy pace as he shuffled back on the bed, sliding out of his sweatpants and shorts simultaneously before working himself out of his shirt.

You watched him attentively whilst stepping out of your trousers and panties alike, crawling right next to him before your hands hungrily latched onto his exposed skin. Your fingers wanted to be everywhere at the same time, couldn’t decide whether to caress his bare shoulders or wander down his back to softly knead and palm the round of his ass.

“You’re so pretty…” It fell from your lips before they pressed a quick peck to his forehead, the tip of your nose wandering down the slightly curved bridge of his in a tender stroke.

“Hmmm..” Gabriel sounded insecure, not fully convinced by your earnest compliment.

“What’s that, Gabe? Don’t you think you’re pretty?” To soothe his thoughts, your fingertips brushed over his shoulders, drawing little loops and random shapes all over his smooth skin.

“That’s not so pretty, is it?” He raised one of his hands to slowly pull yours from his shoulder down to his chest.

In the dark, he guided your fingertips over welts of sensitive scar tissue, some wider and short and some thin but longer ones scattered all across up to his collarbones. It reminded you of how vulnerable he truly was.

“I don’t think they make you any less pretty, Gabriel…” His full name just snaked itself out of your mouth before you could hold it back.

You knew very well that this was a red flag to him and you tried to correct yourself right away, but Gabe interrupted you.

“It’s….it’s okay, you can call me that.” He breathed against your lips, his barely touching yours, the intimate proximity letting little sparks prickle and flicker between the two of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled into the oncoming kiss, your hand cupping his after pulling back from the array of scars.

In a slow movement, you guided it down your body, brushing over your stomach until you gingerly pressed it between your thighs, wetness and your heat engulfing his fingers. At the sensation, Gabe moaned into your mouth, his fingers utterly carefully feeling themselves around, parting your soaked folds in a shy flick.

“There, there…”, You cooed, inhaling sharply as a pang of pleasure had your needy clit throbbing against his inexperienced fingers, “Let me show you, yeah?”

“Uh-huh..” Gabriel agreed, allowing you to lead his fingers to teach them where to touch you.

“Feel that nub there? Don’t press too hard or it’ll be very uncomfortable, ok? It’s really sensitive but when you touch it like that..”, You pressed the tip of his middle finger to flick over it, “It feels really, really good.”

“There?” He repeated the motion, drawing a whine from your lungs as you nodded in affirmation.

“Don’t stop, please…want to feel you so bad…” You whispered to him, hips rolling against his fingers to help ease the building tension in your body.

Pulling your hand from in between your thighs to leave Gabriel to it, you snaked your greedy fingers toward his hard-on that was pressing itself against his lower stomach. Palming it with your hand, the tip thoroughly covered in droplets of pre-cum already, you heard yourself murmur about what a good boy he was for you right now, making you feel so incredibly good with every nudge and brush of his fingers against your aching clit. You allowed yourself to get lost in the blissful feelings he sent through every nerve ending whilst you started stroking your hand along his girth, your imagination running wild with the thoughts of how it would feel to have him push you open and form him to stretch your walls out to accommodate him. Just the mere fantasy of it had your cunt clenching down around nothing, your slick oozing out of you to lube Gabriel’s fingers thoroughly.

At the same time, you recognized how his lip left a trail from your halfway parted lips over your jaw to eventually reach their destination closing down around your stiff nipple again, suckling at it whilst his tongue played with the perked-up bud.

“Fuck..feels so good..” You groaned out, leading your free hand to get lost in his hair, fingertips caressing over his scalp whilst cradling his body close to your chest.

He reciprocated your praise with needy and out-of-breath mewls, his cock twitching in your grip as you fisted it from tip to shaft at a steady yet gentle pace. For a moment you wondered about just how many times he’d gotten himself off in the flimsy privacy of his bathroom to not just erupt in your grasp right away again. The pictures forming in your mind of him jerking himself off in the shower or maybe just clumsily towering over the toilet bowl sent thrashing waves of fiery pleasure through your system, leading the tightening coil in your stomach to nearly burst already.

“ ‘M…mmmhmm…gonna come soon, can feel it..” Gabriel hummed around your breast in his mouth, the vibrations sending you impossibly close to being pushed over your own threshold.

“Issok, Gabe, just let go…” You pushed between grinding teeth, eyes fluttering shut as it took but one well-angled rub over your swollen clit for your body to get lost in an unbridled wash of bliss.

A cascade of breathy moans mixed in with those needy, little sounds Gabriel huffed against your damp skin as your orgasm crushed through you in heavy contractions. It had been a good while since somebody else than your own fingers or a buzzing toy had brought you to that kind of high and you reveled in the feeling as long as possible before your senses slowly came back to, just in time to watch Gabe coming undone a moment later.

“Such a good boy, Gabriel..” You praised with a slightly sore voice, watching how milky-white spurts of his cum splattered all over your stomach and even up to the curve of your tits as he whined and mewled out in pleasure.

Pumping his cock one last time to gently squeeze every last drop of him before releasing it from your careful grip, you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you while his lips let go of your slightly overstimulated nipple.

“Can’t you just stay here with me?” Gabe sniffled, planting his cheek right against your collarbone whilst he shoved himself on top of you, resting between your legs as your fingers played with his hair.

“You know the answer to that one, Gabe…I better be way outta your room before the day staff comes around.” You sighed against into strands of his hair, inhaling his scent deeply.

“But that’s not fair… why is everybody free to do what they want but me?” His hands clawed down at your sides, clutching himself against you as close as possible.

“Shhh…hey there, let’s not worry about that just now, yeah? Come here…”, You attempted to soothe him, peppering his forehead with a was of little kisses, “The best I can do is cuddle you to sleep tonight, how about that?”

#gabriel 2014 #gabriel #gabriel x fem!reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel smut #rory culkin

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luvangelbreak · 3 months

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes) word count: 2.3k a/n: this part was a little shorter than I wanted but I didn't wanna add the next part and make it super long.

pov: layla

The first two-thirds of the game flew by quickly and Allie cheered next to me the whole time. The arena filled up quickly with our peers and family members of Matt's team as well as the opposition. I was thankful I understood the game already and didn't have to have Matt mansplain it to me beforehand. There was a 15-minute intermission for the teams to discuss their strategies between each third and the last one had just started before the final third.

"What do you think so far?" Allie asked me, a smile still on her lips and I looked at the scoreboard to see that they were losing by 12 points.

"So much for being the best hockey team in the state," I raised my eyebrows teasingly with a small smile on my lips and she shook her head with a smile that widened.

"Oh before I forget, can I get your number?" Allie asked hopefully and I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and unlocking it.

"Just put your number in and message yourself," I said as I handed her my phone and she nodded in response, clicking on my contacts.

Before she could speak again, she got interrupted by someone calling my name. I turned my head to the rink where I saw Matt standing at the entrance to the rink, still on the ice that way his skates didn't get fucked up by the hard floors. He was holding his helmet and stick in one hand as he seemed slightly out of breath, his hair fluffed up from being in the helmet.

"Come here!" Matt called out to me with a wave of his gloved hand.

I looked at Allie in confusion and she shooed me away with her hands. I quickly got up and walked down to the rink, feeling eyes watching me as I walked up to Matt.

"What's up?" I asked, confusion clear on my face as he looked down at me, the slight elevation of the rink as well as his skates making him a lot taller than usual.

"You good?" he asked, swiping the small bead of sweat that was running down his forehead.

"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows before my eyes glanced to the scoreboard, "What happened to breaking a leg, Captain?"

He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders, "Maybe I need a bit of extra luck today."

"What are you implying?" I squinted my eyes at him and he looked behind me at the small crowd of people before returning his gaze to mine. His sky-blue eyes seemed brighter from the reflection of the lights on the ice and his smirk widened.

"How about a kiss for good luck?" he asked, his eye glimmering with mischief and I raised my eyebrows, making an unimpressed face.

"Just because you're losing by 12 points doesn't mean I'm gonna kiss you to make you feel better," I told him matter-of-factly and he smiled shaking his head.

He shrugged as he adjusted the glove on his left hand, "Worth a shot."

I sighed up at him before biting my lip. My eyes glanced down to his pink lips that were pouted slightly as his mouth hung open, his breathing still slightly heavy. He stared down at me, making an over-exaggerated sad face and I rolled my eyes.

"You're the worst," I mumbled before I reached forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck as I leaned over the railing and pecked his cheek lightly. I pulled back to see the genuine shock on his face as I held my hand on the back of his neck still, "You better win after that, pretty boy."

I moved my hand from the back of his neck and patted his clean-shaven cheek as he continued to stare down at me. He looked like he was about to say something but got interrupted.

"Matt! Pull your head outta your ass. Let's go!" Chris skated past him as he yelled at him and Matt snapped his head to his brother before looking back to me.

"Another one for good luck?" he smiled at me cheekily and I stepped back so I was no longer leaning over the railing.

"Don't push it," I smiled at him and he shook his head, sliding the helmet back over his head before nodding at me. I backed away from him as he pushed away from the railing and effortlessly glided back over to his team. I jogged back up the stairs to where Allie was sitting, cheesing at me like she'd just won the lottery, "What?"

"Nothin'," she downturned her smile to try to hide it as she looked back into the ice.

+++

The rest of the game went by quickly and Matt's team redeemed themselves. By the end of the game, the score was a tie at 21 all around. In order to break the tie, a shootout was put in place.

I noticed the 3 players picked for Matt's team were Nate, Chris and Matt. The opposition decided to shoot first, getting the score within a few seconds. Nate was up next to shoot and he glided across the ice effortlessly before he scored the goal.

I cheered along with Allie now, feeling the adrenaline that she was. The opposition was up again and once again, they scored. A cheer was heard around the arena from the supporters as our team sighed or groaned in disappointment.

Chris was up next to shoot and he took his time as he glided towards the goal. Tension was building in my stomach as Chris took the shot and he scored, throwing his fist up triumphantly.

The opposing team was up for their last score and I chewed on my lip as I leaned forward, praying that he would miss it. To our luck, he took the shot too early and Daniel blocked it, sending me into a cheer of victory as Allie bounced in her seat.

Matt was up last, being the decider of the tiebreak. He slid to the middle of the ice, the puck being placed directly next to his puck. He seemed to take a breath, looking over in my direction and I saw a glimpse of a smile behind his helmet before he looked back at the goalie who was blocking his path.

Within an instant, he flashed down the ice and as he got closer to the goal, I chewed on my lip harder. He was about 4 feet from the net and he hit the puck at lightning speed but the goalie didn't drop down fast enough and the puck flew into the net.

I jumped up from my seat and cheered in pure joy with Allie who jumped up and down next to me. I looked over to see Chris flying towards Matt on the ice and collided with him, pulling him in a hug.

"I can't believe he just did that!" Allie screamed next to me and I smiled widely at her, "He's never taken a shot like that!"

"What does winning this game mean?" I asked her as she beamed beside me, picking up her bag.

"They're onto the semi-finals," she clapped her hands excitedly and I raised my eyebrows.

"I didn't know these last three games were such a big deal," I told her honestly and she nodded before I spun around, making my way down the steps, "Where do we go?"

"They need to shower and get changed. I usually just wait outside," she told me and I nodded before making my way to the exit. I watched as family and friends from the other team exited the building with disheartened looks covering their faces and I could easily tell who was cheering for Matt's team since their faces were lit up in joy.

As we walked through the entry area before reaching the doors to go outside, I felt someone tap my shoulder before saying, "Excuse me."

I spun around to see a girl who couldn't have been much younger than me with dark brown hair, "Yeah?"

"Are you the girl who was talking to the Captain of the Bats?" she asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... yeah. Why?" I questioned, glancing at Allie as she just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

"Oh, no reason. Just wondering," she quickly said before she ran back into the arena and I shook my head.

"Well that was fucking weird," I stated and Allie hummed in response as I turned around, making my way outside to wait for the boys.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, the sun now set making the air even more chilly. Allie stood in front of me, shivering from the cold wind and I looked over at her.

"Fuck it's cold out here," she mumbled as she slid her hood on.

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked and she tilted her head at me.

"Then you'll be cold," she furrowed her eyebrows and I shrugged, starting to slide the jacket off of my body.

"I like being cold. Don't worry about it," I handed her the jacket and she gave me a thankful smile. Since she was significantly shorter than me and her puffer jacket was small, the leather jacket was easily slid over the top of it, "Just make sure to give me it back before you go. I wear that every day."

"I wouldn't dream of stealing this from you. I never see you without it unless we're in gym," she said and I nodded as I slid my cigarettes out of my pocket.

"You mind?" I asked and she shook her head with a smile. I nodded as I pulled one out, placing it between my lips before I lit the end of it. I slowly started puffing the cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from her face.

"How long have you been smoking?" she asked and I shrugged, flicking the ash on the ground as a group of people walked by looking at me in disgust.

"Like three years," I answered honestly and she seemed surprised, "I started when I was fifteen."

"Oh wow," she looked at me with wide eyes, "My parents would fucking kill me if I ever did that."

With a shrug, I told her, "My dad gave me my first cigarette. Along with everything else."

"Everything else?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested rather than judgemental.

"Weed, beer, shrooms, molly. The whole thing," I explained and she nodded, seeming deep in thought. Before I could explain anything further, I heard a burst of noise come through the doors of the arena entrance and both Allie and I looked over to see Matt's whole team walking out together.

Allie ran over to Chris, jumping on his back and ruffling his hair, "You guys did fucking amazing!"

"Thanks, Al," Chris smiled at her as she slid off of his back, hugging Matt and Nate next. I stood in place, still smoking the last of my cigarette before I threw it on the ground, squishing it with my foot.

Matt turned around to look at me before turning his whole body to face me as I walked towards him, "So, what did you think?"

Instead of congratulating him verbally like I was originally planning on doing, I leaned up and placed another kiss on his cheek before I pulled back and said, "That's for winning."

"What would've happened if I lost?" he asked as he smirked down at me and I shrugged, biting my lip nervously.

"Don't lose and you won't ever have to find out," I smirked up at him before he chuckled, swinging an arm around my shoulders.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," he said as he started walking towards the group again, "Layla, this is Ethan, Ryder, Sam and you've already met Dan, Nate and Chris obviously. Guys, Layla."

"Good job guys," I pursed my lips and they all returned with small mumbles of greetings and thank yous.

"Where we goin'?" one of them said who I now knew as Ryder and Matt shrugged, his arm still around my shoulder.

"Get whatever food you want and we'll meet up at Downs?" Matt suggested and there was a murmur of agreeance before everyone started spitting off into different groups. Chris, Nate, Allie, Matt and I started walking towards where our cars were parked.

"I'll go with Nate," Chris stated once we reached the cars and Matt nodded before Allie spoke up.

"I'm going with Matt and Layla!" she jumped over to us excitedly and I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"See y'all there," Nate waved at us as he slid into his car, Chris hopped in the passenger seat and I looked at Matt.

"What's Downs?" I asked as I rounded the car, Allie jumped into the backseat and slid my jacket off of her body, placing it on to the seat beside her before she slid the back door closed. Matt and I both jumped in, buckling ourselves in.

"It's a parking lot in Downtown. We go there after every good game," Allie explained as Matt handed me the aux cord without a word. I smiled at him, plugging in my phone and clicking on my playlist I curated for situations I'd have to be on aux around multiple people, consisting mainly of pop and rap music.

"What do you guys want to eat?" Matt asked as he adjusted his black hoodie and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the quick shower he must've taken.

"Taco Bell!" Allie yelled quickly and Matt looked at me, making a face as if to ask if I was okay with Taco Bell.

I shrugged, picking at my nails, "I'm not really that hungry."

Matt shook his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and started heading in the direction I assumed Taco Bell was in. He turned up the volume on the radio and the song playing was Gold Digger by Kanye. I lip-synced to the words, looking out the window as I did so. I turned my head back to look at Allie who was dancing by herself in the back seat making me giggle at her over-the-top dance moves.

"Hey can you do me a favour?" Matt asked, talking over the music and I turned my head to look at him, "Can you just write down everything you guys want so it's easier for me to order?"

"Sure," I replied, pulling my notes app up before handing my phone to Allie, thankful that the aux cord was long enough to reach to her, "Write down what you want from Taco Bell."

"Oh right," Allie paused her dancing, quickly typing in what she wanted before handing the phone back to me. She resumed her dancing and I shook my head with a smile.

"Do you want me to write yours down too?" I asked Matt and he shook his head.

"Nah it's fine. Just write what you want," he responded and I chewed at my lip, just typing a large Pepsi into the notes app and I noticed Matt glance at me, "Get food. You haven't eaten since 3:30 at the very least."

"I had some of Allie's Sour Patch Kids," I told him and he shook his head as we stopped at a red light, turning his body to face mine.

"Get food," he deadpanned and I just looked at him.

"I had a big lunch," I answered and he continued staring at me.

"Layla, get something," he repeated as the light turned green and we drove down the street further, "And you're not paying me back."

"God you're so annoying," I grumbled before typing in a taco with just lettuce and cheese into my notes app.

"I love this song!" Allie chirped from the back, leaning forward to turn up the volume even further as the verse of Kill Bill by SZA began playing. She threw herself back into her seat before she started singing. I quietly sang along with her as Matt bopped his head to the music.

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"Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?" b.k.

Summary: When a late night with bill sparks tension and reveals feelings

-"y/n" not used

-based with 2006-07 Bill but you can imagine whatever😙

Tried my best🫶🤞

Rolling over I check the time on the hotel's alarm clock. "Ugh" I groaned out as it read '1:37am'. I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking and stressing. We have all been so stressed with the start of this new tour, it seemed like there was something wrong with every show. The first show my mic just decided to not work and for the first two songs I had to share with Bill, which was so difficult. The second show, Tom's guitar was left at the other hotel, luckily he had a spare for the show. These weren't show-ruining problems but it just seemed as if we had bad luck. With the next show in two days, I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I sat up in bed and decided I needed to relax so I headed towards the hotel room balcony for a smoke.

I like having my own hotel rooms on tour because, even though I love my bandmates I need time to myself, it did get lonely sometimes, especially on nights like these when I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. This hotel was super nice and fancy. Even though my room was a single, I had plenty of space (for the three nights we were here). We also each had our own rooms, me being in between Georg and Bill with Tom on the other side of Bill and Gustav across the hall. On the balcony I pulled out my lighter and lit my cigarette, crossing my arms over my tank top. Damn it, I should've packed a sweater. I leaned over the railing looking down on the very alive city. I wondered if these people ever slept, it seemed like nobody in this city does.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw smoke coming from the balcony to my right. Bill! I thought, putting out my cigarette and turning on my heel to walk back into my room. Slipping on my shoes I grabbed my lighter and room key, walking out the door. I knocked on Bill's door lightly, looking down the hall. After a minute I knocked again, guessing he couldn't hear. After just a second, the door swung open to reveal Bill, no make up and no shirt. He just stood there for a second, almost lost in thought so I cocked my head and asked, "So can I come in?" He snapped back to reality and smiled with a small breathy laugh saying, "Oh yeah of course, sorry" while stepping back, giving me room to walk in. I heard the door shut behind me and turned around to see Bill with a confused look on his face. Aw he looks so cute- I did not just think that, uh ok anyways. "What are you doing still awake? You need to be getting rest." He asked, the same concerned look etched on his face. "I couldn't sleep, I've been thinking so much about anything that could go wrong at our next show, so I went to the balcony to smoke real quick. Then I saw that you were awake and came over here." I summed up, letting out a breath after that mouthful.

He nodded his head walking towards his small couch, looking back at me over his shoulder, motioning for me to follow him. He sat down in the corner with one leg up, resting his chin on his knee. I sat down across from him, on the other side, taking my shoes off and pulling both of my knees up under my chin. "Also, you can't be telling me I need rest when you're still awake too!" I add, with a small smile on my face. I expect him to at least let out a little laugh but he just kept his face down, drumming his fingers on his other hand. Maybe I upset him? Or intruded by coming over unannounced, it won't hurt to ask.

"Hey Bill I'm sorry, did I upset you?" I ask with real concern lacing my words. His head shoots up as he repeatedly denies my assumption. "No, no, no, no, no, trust me you didn't upset me. I was just thinking about how I haven't been able to sleep either. Not just because of the tour but i've also just had some other things on my mind." He says, eyes finally meet mine when he says that last part. I get up and go sit next to him, leaning over him on my knees, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I feel his arms wrap around my torso pulling me tight to his front. "Aw Bill I'm sorry I know how hard that is. Do you wanna talk about what's been on your mind?" I say into his shoulder, letting go and sitting back, but still close to him. He almost chokes? when I ask that, eyes going wide as he covers it up with a cough. Weird, I thought.

"Um well I don't really know yet. I'd have to gather my thoughts first." He gives me a small reassuring smile while nodding his head. "Yeah I know what you mean." I say trying to mask my confusion. "But we can talk about other stuff!" He exclaims. I laugh and nod my head, smiling at him.

We talk about the most random stuff for at least an hour, laughing at old memories and cringing on old embarrassing moments. It was really great, Bill has always been super easy to talk to. I am closest with him in the band, for so many reasons, he is my best friend and I love him so much! As a friend only.......I think. Throughout our conversation tonight something in the air is different, whether it's Bill looking into my eyes while I talk about anything, or just the tension. It's thicker and has meaning, unknown to either of us. I know that he feels it too because he's been getting me closer this whole time. At first he just held my hands and played with my fingers while we talked, now i'm full on pressed up against his side, his arm around my body that is curled into him, my head on his chest. Our conversation has shifted now instead of goofy talking, we've been getting more serious, opening up about things that we hadn't even told each other.

I want him to know I fully trust him, i'm gonna bring up "Did you know my dad never really loved me?" I asked Bill, "I don't know if i've told you about it before, but he said it to my face all the time when I was little, before he left." I added. I felt him shake his head above me. "No you;ve never brought it up, that's awful." He said with a soft voice. "I just wanted you to know, it was a big part of my life. Also you're the only one that knows about it so please don't bring it up to the others." I told him. "Thank you for trusting me and of course I'll keep my mouth shut about it." He gave me a reassuring squeeze. "I really do trust you, you're my favorite person, besides Tom of course." Bill says to me. I was stunned, I felt something new and burning inside of me, I knew what it was. I loved Bill. I looked up at his face. He looked down at mine and we looked at each other. After a minute or two, it's like our faces naturally gravitated towards one another because pretty soon we were basically inhaling each others breaths.

"Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?" Bill questioned, speaking at a low whisper. I nodded my head and threaded my fingers through his hair, leaning up to finally meet his lips. The kiss was long and slow. Months of pent up, hidden feelings going into our kiss. That kiss proved a point, the point being me and Bill loved each other. Once we pulled apart I looked into Bill's eyes. It was a second until he spoke up, "I haven't been sleeping because i've spent so many nights thinking about you." That literally made me melt, my lip pouted out a little before i smiled and said the words i've been thinking, "I love you so much Bill", "I love you too" He repeated.

Finally me and Bill got a good night's rest, laying with each other, a new found love surrounding us.

Edit: hey y’all also this is literally my second time writing anything sooooo hope y’all didn’t expect author level writing

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #love #kiss #tokio hotel band

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