#again- i really hope you like this- i just tried to make it fuller- like how you fluff out a christmas tree-

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helloo boniiii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i hope ur doing okay todayyyy i saw that you hve ur reqs open and i have an idea!

the way chubby!reader is insecure of how she looks and Simon notices it and comforts her? bye sorry im like so bad at explaining but what would Simon do?

HELLO, BABI ! omg u got me there. im one of those peeps who gets so insecure easily 😔 and really, i want a husband like simon who can comfort me in bad times 😭 thank you for requesting this !!

╰﹒ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Chubby!Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon reassures your insecurities with loving words, and you are overwhelmed with emotions, as he makes you realize the beauty in yourself that you can't see.

C/W: Hurt/comfort! body image issues, insecurities, mentions of body dysmorphia, intimate partner relationship (emotional support), reader expressing emotions and processing trauma, reader struggles with feelings of self-worth.

Simon's car doors shut with a loud thud, echoing through the garage and signaling his departure. A small sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you would have the whole day to yourself.

No more needing to pretend to be okay when you weren't. You slowly made your way to the bathroom and leaned towards the mirror. As you gazed into your reflection, the harsh lights amplified every imperfection.

'I hate how I look,' you thought to yourself as you gazed into the mirror. Every day, you spent too long in the restroom, staring at your reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong with yourself.

Your shoulders were too wide, tummy too fat, and your cheeks were getting fuller by the day. It also doesn't help that your legs look so big on you and the way your thighs would touch together quite so much. You felt gross and ugly, and it seemed like nothing you did could make a difference.

You sighed as you cupped your cheeks, pretending to pull them behind your face. You longed to be slim and thin, or at the very least, pretty. But no matter how hard you tried, it seemed like you were doomed to be the ugly duckling for the rest of your life.

"Why did I let myself get this way?" you wondered.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as your self-pity reached new heights. You didn't understand why everyone else seemed to have it all figured out, while you were stuck here, hating yourself more and more each day.

You wondered if you would ever be able to accept yourself for who you are, or if you would forever be doomed to feel inferior to everyone around you. It was a painful feeling, and one that you struggled with every single day.

Your eyes slowly shifted towards the mirror in the restroom again, and you let out a heavy sigh. Without even really thinking, you started to pinch and pull at your skin. Your fingers zeroed in on your thighs and you frowned, unable to help but focus on the parts of your body that you didn't like.

Your hand then moved to your midsection, and you stared at your reflection in the mirror, feeling defeated. You wanted to look different, you wanted to look like the pretty girls in the magazines and on social media.

You wanted to be beautiful.

Tears started forming in your eyes again, and you brushed them away before your sobs could come after. You didn't want anyone to see you like this - didn't want Simon to see. You didn't want him to know how much you hated yourself. But it was a constant struggle, and one that you fought every single day.

You pinched the fat on your stomach, pulling it from side to side and watching as it jiggled.

"Why can't I just look normal?" you asked yourself, your voice cracking.

You moved on to your thighs, pinching the flesh that had been collecting there over the past few months.

"I look gross," you said to yourself, voice barely above a whisper. "I hate.. my body."

Tears started to pool in your eyes as you began to pull at your cheeks and the edges of your mouth, trying to pull them back to make yourself look thinner.

"I just can't stand looking like this," you said to yourself again and again, your voice catching in your throat.

But no matter how much you pinched and pulled, you couldn't make yourself look the way you wanted. The image in the mirror still looked like you – tired, fat, and flawed. You turned away from the mirror, feeling defeated and alone.

You wanted so badly to be able to pull the fat away and make your face look the way you wanted. In your mind's eye, you imagined how much better you would look if you could just lose a few pounds, if your stomach wasn't so rounded, if your thighs weren't so thick.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to make a single inch of difference. The cycle of self-doubt and self-loathing was never-ending, and it seemed like you were doomed to remain trapped in your own head, unable to break free.

But then you looked down at the sink, and saw your reflection in the water, distorted and warped. You realized that in trying to fix your flaws, you had only made them worse. Your self-imposed torture was only making you hate yourself more.

It seemed like an eternity before you calmed down, your breathing slowing to a normal pace once again. However, you were still on the brink of tears.

What if Simon saw you like this? Would he still love you?

But you knew that Simon was more than just a pretty face. He was kind and gentle, and he accepted you for who you were, imperfections and all. As you stood in front of the mirror, you then stared at your reflection with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Your heart sank at the sound of a knock, and you quickly dried your tears. Then, your heart raced as your tried to compose yourself. You knew it was Simon – your husband, and the one person who understood you the most. You guys had been through a lot together, and you knew you could count on him to make everything better.

"I'm coming!" you called out, your voice shaky. You took a deep breath and smoothed down your clothes before making your way to the door.

As you opened it slowly, you saw Simon standing there, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Hey," Simon said softly, his voice full of compassion. He walked in and gave you a hug, as if he knew exactly what you needed. You hugged him back, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You knew that Simon would always be there for you, no matter what.

"Hi," You let out a deep sigh and rested your head on his shoulder. "You're back early?"

Simon's warm embrace was exactly what you needed. You felt your body loosen up and your heart start to calm down as you let out another slow, deep breath.

You felt him nodded against your shoulder. "Yeah, my plans got canceled," he said softly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned into his embrace, humming a reply, feeling a sense of comfort. You needed this, you thought to yourself. You needed someone to remind you that you weren't alone, and that there were people in your life who cared about you – people who loved you just the way you are.

Despite your best efforts to hide your feelings, it was obvious that something was wrong. Simon squeezed your shoulder gently, as if he could sense what you were thinking. He knew that you were going through a tough time, but he also knew that you needed someone to talk to – someone who would listen and understand without judgment.

You took another breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You were grateful for Simon. Grateful that he was in your life, and that he was there for you when you needed him the most.

"Is something wrong?" Simon asked, his tone soft and gentle.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You didn't want to appear weak or needy, but you also didn't know how to hide your emotions from Simon.

"Love?"

Finally, you replied, "I'm just having a bad day. It's nothing you need to worry about."

"But.. I am worried," Simon said, his voice filled with concern. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I.." You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurity and self-hatred bearing down on you. "I don't know, Simon. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I don't measure up."

"What do you mean?" he asked, the confusion on his face evident.

You looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. "I, um, hate the way I look, I guess," you replied, trying to convey the depth of your dislike for yourself without stating it outright. You didn't want to burden him with the full extent of your self-loathing.

You watched as Simon's expression changed, going from confusion to concern. You sighed, knowing you had to be careful with your words. "It's just... I hate my body," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's eyes widened slightly, and you could tell he was beginning to understand.

"Oh, baby," he said softly. "You're beautiful, inside and out. I know it's hard, but try not to focus so much on how you look. There's so much more to you than that."

Simon leaned closer to you, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and the other at your chin. You looked up at Simon, grateful for his understanding and compassion.

"I know, but it's just so hard sometimes," you replied, your voice breaking again.

Simon pulled you into a hug, holding you close. "I know, love. But you're not alone. I'm here for you. You're not defined by your appearance. You're a kind, caring person, with so much to offer the world. Why'd you think I chose to marry you?"

You clung to Simon for a moment, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the love he held for you.

"My love," he continued, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck in your ear. "You are more than enough. You are an amazing person, inside and out. I'm not just saying that. It's the truth. Understand, baby? The truth."

"I ... I can't do this," you choked as your sobs echoed the bathroom. It was all too much. It's as if you don't deserve all of his compliments to your body.

Simon took you into his arms, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly. "Tell me, baby," he asked, his voice full of concern. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You took a deep breath and hesitantly told him everything – about your insecurities, about how you never felt good enough, about how you hated how you looked like.

You leaned into Simon's embrace, seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding you. You close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts and put them into words.

"It's just... I can't stop comparing myself to other people," you said finally, voice low and strained. "And every time I look at myself in the mirror, I just see all the things that are wrong with me. I can't seem to love myself, no matter how hard I try."

Simon squeezed your back, listening to you attentively.

"I know you mean well, Simon, but it's just so hard sometimes," you said, your voice still low and emotional. "I feel like everyone's always staring at me and judging me, especially when I wear something that shows off my body."

Simon's hand stroked your hair, trying to soothe your frazzled nerves. "You're beautiful, baby. And no one has the right to make you feel otherwise." He paused, his voice full of quiet intensity. "If anyone says anything to you, I'll deal with them, I promise."

Despite feeling down, you find yourself chuckling with tears in your eyes. His jokes were just so random and out of place, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Simon's voice was gentle and comforting as he pulled you closer to the hug, swaying your bodies in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"Tell me, pretty baby," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "What's eating away at you?"

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage before you answered. "Well, it's my cheeks firstly," you said quietly, voice shaking slightly. "They're too huge.."

Simon's arms tightened around you, his voice filled with compassion. He leaned away from the hug and cupped your cheeks together. "Huge? Really, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, really..." You leaned into his embrace again, feeling the warmth of Simon and the love he held for you.

"Pretty baby," He said, cupping your cheeks again together. "I love these chubby cheeks you have. It makes you look like a hamster and god, you look so cute with them, don't you know that?"

"But everyone else has a perfect appearance," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'll never be able to measure up."

Simon's eyes closed for a moment, as if he were searching for the right words to say. "You don't have to compare yourself to anyone else," he said finally, his voice fierce. "You're perfect just the way you are, my love. And I'll always be here to remind you of that."

Simon then kissed both of your cheeks affectionately and you feel tears welling up in your eyes again. He asks, "Do you have any more?"

You sighed. "What about my hips and thighs?" You continued, voice shaky with insecurity. "They're too big, too curvy. I'll never be able to wear the things I want to wear."

Simon's face softened even more as he listened to your words, his eyes full of understanding.

"Sweet baby," He coos at you and carefully places both of his hands onto your waist. "Your hips and thighs are a part of you, and they're beautiful. Nobody has the right to tell you otherwise. Your curves are beautiful and I love how it fits well in my hands when I hold them to touch you."

Your tears wouldn't stop running down.

"They're my love handles from you, my love," He added and it had struck a chord in your heart. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. His words had been like a balm to your soul, and you leaned into his embrace more, feeling a sense of peace and comfort wash over you.

Your tears continued to fall, but they were no longer those of sadness and insecurity. They were tears of gratitude, for having found someone who truly valued and loved you for who you are – curves and all.

You looked up at Simon, your eyes shimmering with a mix of joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Si’," you whispered, sniffing as you do so.

Simon stroked your cheek gently, his eyes full of love and affection. "You're welcome, baby. Fuck, I love you so much. Don't you ever forget that, okay?"

Simon's words hit you like a ton of bricks, lifting a weight you didn't even realize was there off of your shoulders.

"I love you too, Si'." You replied and rested your head on his shoulder, softly breathing in your choked sobs.

"I just want to love myself like how you love me." You cried into his embrace, all of the pain and insecurity you'd carried with you for so long finally coming to a head.

"I believe in you, love," Simon replied, his voice filled with conviction. "You're strong and capable and beautiful, inside and out. You don't need anyone else's approval to be those things. And I promise, I'll always be here to remind you of who you truly are."

You felt his arms tighten around you, his embrace warming you from the inside out. His words of encouragement filled you with a newfound sense of confidence, and you felt a sense of hope rising within you.

As Simon's words registered with you, you felt the weight of the tears rolling down your cheeks like an onslaught. You had been carrying the burden of your insecurities for so long, and the idea of someone else understanding what you were going through, and even accepting you for who you are, made you feel like maybe there was still hope.

Simon's embrace grew even tighter as he held you, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. You could feel the comfort and warmth exuding from his body, and it made you feel like you were at home.

"Thank you," you said, nuzzling into his neck further. "I don't know what I would do without you, Si'"

"You'll never have to find out," Simon replied, his voice full of determination. "I'll be here for you, always. You're not alone, love. We'll face your insecurities together."

With those words and a kiss to your shoulder, you felt a sense of peace and acceptance wash over yourself. You knew that, with Simon on your side, you could get through anything, even your own perceived flaws and imperfections.

You leaned into his embrace more, feeling safe and loved for the first time in what felt like forever.

A/N: what the fuck. this made me cry again holy shit this rlly hit a nerve inside. what have u done to me anon !! jk i love this <//3

and to anyone who related to this, if you're feeling insecure about your body and struggling with body image issues, it's important to remember that you are so much more than your appearance. Everyone has their own unique features and qualities that make them special and valuable. Try to focus on your positive traits, both inside and out :) Surround yourself with supportive people who see you for who you truly are and appreciate you for all that you are. Remember that it's okay to have days where you don't feel your best, but try to be gentle with yourself and give yourself time to heal and grow <//3

Remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and can help you through this difficult time !! It might be helpful to seek professional help or support groups if you feel like you're struggling. Ultimately, remember that your worth as a person is not tied to your appearance or weight. You are so much more than your exterior and deserve love and kindness no matter what. <//3

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[neonghostlights]

Not sure what you’ll think about this but Eddie cuts across a cemetery on his way somewhere in a hurry and bumps into reader who was visiting someone’s grave. They have instant chemistry, but then he never sees her again and can’t find her, come to find out, she was a ghost.

Dear Betty Anon, this is amazing. I love ghosts. I am obsessed with them. If you knew me in real life you would see just how obsessed I am. I also am a lover of cemeteries so this was the perfect request. My mind is swimming with future ideas of these two because I really don't want to just leave it here.

Warnings: None besides mentioning drugs/Eddie being a drug dealer and reader being a ghost.

Wordcount: 2.2k

The Shortcut

The dead grass crunched beneath his boots as he cut through the trees. It was dark out, so late that if anyone spotted him in these woods they would think he was a phantom of some sort, going out on his nightly haunt. 

He didn’t mean to be late for the deal  but the van wouldn’t start when he tried to leave earlier. It was probably just a dead battery, a quick fix that he could easily take care of in the morning, but in the moment it felt like it was the end of the world. He had a reputation to uphold of being the best drug dealer in Hawkins, besides Rick.  He hoped whoever was waiting for him wouldn’t give him a hard time. 

The trees got fuller on this part of the trail, almost completely blocking out the light of the moon. He wished he had brought a flashlight with him when he left, but he had been in such a hurry that he had never even thought about it. 

These woods were creepy enough during the day, but at night the creepiness got turned all the way up. The trees here were nearly bare from the autumn weather, full of sharp angles that reminded Eddie of skeletons. Each branch casted a shadow on the ground that looked like arms reaching out of the darkness at him. The sleeves of his jacket got caught on his jacket, the woods seemingly trying to pull him deeper inside. 

The hair on the back of his neck stood, he couldn’t tell from what though, either the chill or the fear. He fought the urge to turn around constantly to make sure there was nothing trailing him. He reasoned that if there was something scary behind him then he’d just rather not know. 

His foot caught on a thick root cutting across the trail, sending him flying towards the ground. He felt like one of the girls that faceplant in a horror movie and then refuse to get up in time to continue running from the slow walking killer. He pushed himself up with an annoyed groan, the dirt and sticks cutting into his palms and making them sting. 

At this point he wanted to turn around and give up. He knew if he did then Rick would have his ass for it, and if the people he was meeting with were sketchy enough he’d rather not have them coming after him too. People get pissed off when it comes to their drugs. 

That’s why Eddie thought he was good at this job. He looked scary enough most of the time for people not to want to mess with him. They see leather jackets, long hair, and chains and decide they shouldn’t mess with him. 

On the outside he was tough, on the inside he simply was a man that was about to piss himself from how scary these woods were.

Wayne had always warned him away from these woods, especially at night. His uncle had spouted some stories: saying he had proof that Hawkins was a cursed place. Eddie usually took his warnings for granted, blaming the man’s old Appalachian superstitions that he never grew out of once he moved to Hawkins years ago.  He was surely wishing he had listened tonight though. 

The trees finally broke to the back of the old side of the Hawkins Cemetery. He groaned internally, he had completely forgotten that the trail would take him here. The graves in this part were more aged than the other side, less cared for and not as fancy. It sent an ache through his chest to see how abandoned these graves were, long forgotten by those who still lived. 

The fog rolled by his feet, reminding him of a horror movie with a cheap fog machine. The air in the cemetery had an electric feel to it, probably due to the comically large full moon that seemed to take up half the sky. 

He hadn’t been here in so long; hadn’t visited his mom’s grave in years. This place always made him feel like he was being watched, like there were eyes behind these headstones watching his every move. 

Eddie pushed forward along the trail, weaving throughout the rows of headstones. He silently hoped no one happened to drive by and spot him and call the cops on him for trespassing, especially with his supply on him.

All he needed to do was follow the trail and make it to the big iron gates that protected the dead from the living. Eddie thought it was kind of stupid for the gates to be there when there was a trail that led directly inside but he guessed that not many people knew about the back entrance. 

He was halfway down the path, about to go down another curve when movement out the corner of his eye had him pausing. Eddie froze, head snapping in that direction. All the stories that Wayne had told him raced through his mind, every possible monster he had ever heard of suddenly becoming a real life possibility. 

Instead of a monster, he saw you. You sat on your knees in front of a gravestone, legs bent and head dropped low. Your face was shielded by the night time shadows. Eddie thought it was strange to see you there, alone in the middle of the night. He heard you let out a sniffle, the unmistakable sound of you crying. 

He thought that maybe he should just ignore you and go on his way, pretending that he never saw you here. 

But it was late, and dark. And you were obviously distressed and alone in a cemetery. Eddie didn’t think of himself as much of a hero, but he didn’t feel right just leaving you all alone without checking on you first. 

“Hey! You okay?” He called out, still keeping his distance. 

You jumped, head slowly lifting up to look at him. His breath caught in his throat when he took in your face. You were so beautiful. Your face changed from sadness to surprise as you stared at Eddie with wide eyes. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, walking closer to you like a moth drawn to a flame. Each foot moved automatically in front of the other to bring him closer to you. “I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He stood behind the stone you sat at now, switching his weight between both feet while he waited for you to answer. You gave him a strange look that he couldn’t decipher, like you were completely in shock that he was talking to you. 

Up close, you were even more beautiful. Eddie would even dare to describe your beauty as haunting. The moon lit your skin in an unnatural way, making you the brightest thing in this dark place. You wore a white dress and polished heels. Your choice in clothing made Eddie concerned. It was definitely too cold to be out in that. 

“I’m fine,” you said slowly, mouth forming the words in an odd way. You stood gracefully to face him. 

“What are you doing out here alone? Aren’t you cold?” He asked, about to strip off his leather jacket to hand over to you. Eddie was shivering under his jacket, the temperature seemed to drop at least ten degrees. 

You put a single hand up, stopping his movements. “I’m not cold.” 

“Are you sure?” Eddie checked with a raised brow and pursed lips. 

You just nodded silently at him, eyes looking him up and down. You seemed skittish, like you wanted to run.

“You’re just dressed a little funny for the cold,” Eddie commented and then immediately regretted it. Because of course he would meet a pretty girl and then blow it by telling her she’s dressed funny. 

Instead of getting mad, you smiled a wide smile at him. “I think my dress is funny too. Definitely not my favorite.”

Eddie laughed, wondering why you were wearing it then but he didn’t ask. 

“Uh, sorry for your loss,” he said, pointing down at the headstone you stood in front of. 

You shrugged a shrug of indifference. “Thank you.” 

“You, uh, come out to the cemetery in the middle of the night often?” Eddie asked awkwardly. 

You laughed, looking surprised at yourself for it. “Unfortunately.” 

Eddie knew he wasn’t doing a very good job at flirting but he made you laugh and that had to be a good thing. Maybe you would think his clumsy flirting was charming.  

“I’m Eddie Munson,” he introduced himself, sticking his hand over the headstone to shake yours. 

You just stared at his hand with a sheepish smile, making no move to shake it. You did tell him your first and last name as well though. Eddie dropped his hand and shoved it into his pocket, embarrassed. 

“Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you before.” He would definitely remember you. 

“Lived here my whole life. How about you?”

Hawkins was a small town, where everyone basically knew everyone else in some way and he didn’t recognize you at all. Your last name seemed familiar but he couldn’t place it off the top of his head. You looked to be the same age as him but maybe you were homeschooled. Why would you lie about growing up here? 

“I moved to Hawkins when I was twelve. I live with my uncle down at the trailer park.” 

“Oh, Hawkins has a trailer park?” 

Eddie looked at you confused. Of course Hawkins had a trailer park. It had been there forever. Everyone knew about it since it was the butt of many jokes around town. 

You noted the confused expression on Eddie’s face. “Sorry. I don’t get out much,” you explained shyly, tucking your face to your chest. 

So, you were definitely homeschooled or something, Eddie thought. 

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, looking down at his watch. “I’m late for something I’ve got to go. Do you wanna walk out with me?” 

“I think I’ll stay here a little longer,” you said with a sad smile. “It was nice to meet you, Eddie Munson. Thanks for talking with me.” 

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” Eddie asked as he backed away, careful not to trip over a headstone and embarrass himself even more in front of you. 

“Maybe,” you said, watching as he left. 

Eddie turned, making his way to the tall cemetery gates. He turned to cast one last glance at you but didn’t see you anymore. He figured that maybe you were hidden behind a stone and he couldn’t see you from this angle. 

The gates were locked with a chain and padlock, making Eddie have to jump over the fence. It was almost too tall and he barely made it over, nearly ripping his pants on a metal spike. It made him wonder how you even got in in the first place. There was no way you could have made that jump without hurting yourself in a dress and heels. Eddie thought that maybe you walked down the same path he did, but that path started in the trailer park that you didn’t seem to know about. 

There had to be another way then. 

Eddie made it to his deal super late but ended up calling Rick from a pay phone and catching a ride with him so he wouldn’t have to walk back through those damn creepy woods. 

A week later, Eddie found himself thinking about you a lot. 

You were kind of weird, but in a good way. He felt bad for leaving you in that cemetery alone, he should have stayed with you to make sure you were safe. He wished he would have asked for your number or something so he could check on you to make sure you made it home alright. 

He had even mentioned you to Steve and Robin but neither of them had heard your name before. They also thought it was weird that you had been out there alone in the middle of the night but the conversation changed as quickly as it started to something else with the topic of you long forgotten. 

Eddie found himself walking through the same trail, heading back to the cemetery. You said you went there a lot and he was hoping to catch you again, hopefully get to know you more. You seemed a little scared last time he was there, he wished you’d want to talk to him again. 

He practically ran through the woods, narrowly avoiding the same root he tripped over last time. 

When he reached the cemetery he headed straight to the grave stone you were at last time. Disappointment filled him when he realized that you weren’t there that night and that he had walked through the creepy woods for nothing. 

The stone looked old, with dirt and moss covering most of it. He shined his flashlight on it, noting the crack that ran through the top of it. Dead weeds surrounded the base of the stone, clearly allowed to overgrow in the warm months.

This one had been here for a while and looked to be long abandoned. There were no flowers, or pretty decorations like the other graves. He wondered how old it was, illuminating the year listed on it. 

 Eddie was about to give up and make the journey home when he happened to glance down at the name and froze, disbelief sinking in when he read your name on the headstone. 

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hey I’m sorry to bother, but can you do a Tony x teen reader? Platonic or familial obviously, but like where the reader isn’t smart academically and she’s constantly doing bad on tests and Tony comforting her? It’s fine if not thank you for your time either way :)

Academic validation

Summary: Tests aren’t the only thing that determine children’s intelligence.

Pairing: Tony Stark x teen!reader, Avengers x teen!reader

Warnings: I have no understanding of American education system

Word count: 870

a/n: I need that academic validation

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

masterlists | guidelines

The huge encircled D on Y/N’s physics exam is the only thing on her mind as she walks towards the Avenger’s tower.

There’s a permanent frown on her face. She really studied for this test, she even got Tony to quiz her, but clearly that didn’t help. He’s going to be so disappointed in her.

Y/N walks into the tower, giving the security guard in the lobby a small wave before going into the elevator. She holds onto her backpack’s straps tightly as she waits for the elevator to stop on the common floor. She hopes Tony won’t be in there.

The elevator doors opens and Y/N gets out of it. Her steps are slow and quiet, she doesn’t want to announce her arrival to anyone. A shaky sigh leaves her mouth when she hears people talking in the common room.

She tries to walk past everyone, quickly but quietly, but it’s not very easy to sneak past Avengers. “Hey, kid!” Sam exclaims, waving her over to the small group hanging out on the couches.

Y/N lets out a breath, putting on a smile as she makes her way over to them. “Hi, guys.” Her eyes move over everyone. No Tony, that makes her relax just a bit. “What are you doing?”

Natasha’s arm is is laying on the couch’s back rest, her fingers gently rubbing Wanda’s shoulder, as she gives Y/N a cheeky look. “Wanda got offended when Sam said Fuller House is better than Full House, so she is making us watch Full House.”

Wanda pushes Natasha’s side, glaring at her before turning to Y/N. “No one in their right mind thinks a sequel of an iconic show is better than the show itself.” At the end of the sentence, she glares at Sam too, who raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay.” Y/N giggles with a shake of her head. At times she thinks of herself more mature than the adults.

“Want to join us, honey?”

“Uh,” she bites her lip, “no, I can’t sorry.” She has decided to beg her teacher for a retake of the test to get a more respectable grade to show Tony.

“Okay, but don’t think you’re getting away from watching Full House with me.” Wanda grins.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Y/N waves at the trio and makes her way to her room.

In her room, she takes out the physics exam and looks it through over and over again, until she has fully memorized which parts she did wrong. It takes two hours. Two hours, which Y/N didn’t notice going by.

A knock on her door makes her jump. Her wide eyes glance at the clock, grumbling when she notices it’s over dinner time.

“It’s open!”

Tony walks inside the room, a small grin on his face and a plate of food on his hand. “I know everyone says we’re too alike, but please don’t take up on my habit of missing meals.” He sets the plate down on her desk. “It’s a bad habit, kiddo.”

“I won’t.” Y/N lets out an airy laugh, setting the test paper on the desk and pulling the plate in front of her.

“That your physics test?” Tony grabs the sheet of paper before Y/N is able to hide it.

“No!”

“What?” Tony glances at her with a frown. His eyes skim over both sides of the paper.

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, her gaze going straight to the floor as she feels disappointment seeping into her body. “I did badly.” She mumbles, waiting for Tony’s criticism.

“So?” Tony sets the test back down. “Do you know how bad I did in school? I’m still absolutely brilliant.” He sits on her bed.

“Yeah.. but you’re great at physics, and math, and all that important stuff.”

“Sure.” Tony nods. “But this is only one test,” he taps the paper, “and you’re so great at so many things. You get As on history and English, you have a great eye for design, you have impeccable people skills, even though you hate most of them.” He laughs. “One physics exam doesn’t mean shit.”

Y/N looks at Tony, a small frown on her face. “But I want to be like you.”

“Kiddo, no one is going to be like me, not should they try to be like me.” Tony pats Y/N’s knee. “Is physics your passion?”

“I don’t know what my passion is.”

“Well, when you find your passion, I will be the one to hire you to work in a job that you love. Because no child living under my roof will work a day in their life in a job they despise. Yes, I will always encourage you to do your best at tests, but I’ll be proud of you no matter how well or bad you do in them.”

Sniffling, Y/N lunges to hug Tony. He embraces her right back, holding onto her tightly as long as she needs to be held, because even though he doesn’t love physical touch, he refuses to be the first one to pull away when a kid he considers his needs comfort.

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[tobesolonely]

Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient.

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“I just don't think we need three different kinds of bottle warmers, love.” 

Y/N looks at her husband looking down at the half-full cart that’s now one bottle warmer fuller. According to every baby blog and “new mom” website she scoured, bottle warmers were a must-have. However, there was no general consensus on the best one. Y/N didn't really see any other option but to try a ton. (Besides, it's not like he couldn’t afford it.)

“Then tell me which one’s the best.” 

Harry's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. “How would I know which bottle warmer is the best?” 

“How would I know?” 

He opens his mouth to quip back but can't think of anything to say because once again she's right. How would she know?

“Ok, darling,” he resumes pushing the cart through the aisle with a defeated sigh. “You're right.”

A credit card swipe and a short 15-minute car ride later they’re home, depositing all their recent purchases in the half-complete nursery. It was nearly stuffed to the brim with clothes and instructions for toys Harry began assembling but never completed and baby wipes and strollers and now, three different types of bottle warmers that it was a little overwhelming. The good kind, though. 

By the time they finish that, they’re knackered, sprawled out on the couch with the tv playing lowly in the background.

“How does stir fry sound for dinner?” Harry absentmindedly traces over her plush thighs with the pads of his fingers while he seeks her approval. “I don’t think those bell peppers in the fridge have got much longer.”

“Mmm, sounds good,” she cranes her neck up to look at him, not wanting to leave her position on his chest. “Not too spicy, please. I can’t handle it right now.”

“I know, love.”

Y/N knows Harry knows, but she still reminds him anyway. He gently helps her up and guides her to the kitchen, lifting her up on the counter so she could cut up the vegetables while he stood at the stove and cooked the chicken. He’s about to sprinkle a generous amount of red pepper flakes atop the chicken when he remembers her polite request that he doesn't make it too spicy and he sets it down, deciding he’ll add it to his own portion separately.

“I think these are all chopped up.” 

Harry hums and walks over to where Y/N is positioned on the counter to inspect her handy work. Most everything she knows in the kitchen she learned from Harry, and he definitely still teases her about her skills with a knife. At least she tries! 

While the look on Harry’s face tells her he thinks her chopping skills look like that of a ten-year-old, all he says is, “Looks great, darling! You’re so helpful.” (The pregnancy has made Y/N more sensitive than usual and Harry knows she's liable to cry over the tiniest things so he’s been extra sweet to her)

With the chicken now simmering on low, Harry adds the vegetables to the dish and adds a bit of water to help soften it faster, making sure to add a generous amount of seasoning. Y/N appreciated this because she wasn't the biggest fan of vegetables (especially peas and broccoli, which Harry coincidentally loved) so whatever he did to make them even the tiniest bit tastier was helpful.

Twenty minutes later they're enjoying dinner, bowls filled with heaping piles of steaming rice and chicken-veggie stir-fry. Harry stands in between Y/N's legs while she’s sitting on the counter (occasionally giving her bites of his food even though they’re eating the exact same thing).

“Who taught you how to be such a good cook?” Y/N randomly questions in between a mouthful of food. She knows the answer is Anne, but she just likes stroking Harry’s ego sometimes.

“My mum,” he answers. “And lots of practice. I could teach you…”

“I’d rather not.” 

Harry chuckles at his wife’s hatred for cooking. “Luckily for you, it brings me great pleasure to cook for beautiful women,” Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “I mean you. My beautiful woman. Don't give me that look.”

“Are you gonna make baby food from scratch, too?”

Harry raises his eyebrows in consideration, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Y/N’s nose. “There’s a thought… hadn’t even thought about that. I can do that.”

“I mean, you did say you love cooking for beautiful women.”

“I do,” Harry smiles at his wife for a few moments before the look on his face changes to one of accusation. “Are you trying to tell me something? Did you look?”

“Okay listen, I may have taken a tiny peek at the monitor when we were at the check-up on Tuesday…”

“Y/N!”

“I couldn’t help myself, Harry! I don’t know how you haven’t been going crazy over it,” she absentmindedly rests her hand on her stomach. “If I didn’t know I’d probably be so annoying right now.”

“That’s true. I’m sure you would be.”

Y/N playfully reprimands Harry by swatting his bicep. “You love how annoying I am. It’s why you married me. You said it in your vows, remember? There’s no going back now.”

Harry kisses the side of Y/N’s neck, then travels up to the sweet spot right below her ear before moving to the apples of her cheeks and then finally, her soft lips. “I wouldn’t dream of going back on it. Tell me more about this baby girl we’re having, since you like to ruin surprises.”

“I can’t help my wandering eyes!”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Harry responds sarcastically. “Are we telling people?”

“I think it’ll be fun if we kept it our little secret,” she reaches up to play with the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck. “Maybe we’ll tell your mum and mine. We’ll see.”

“You’re right,” his hand travels up the back of Y/N's shirt. She shivers at the feeling of his cool rings against her warm back, “Instagram post instead?”

“Harry!”

“I’m joking, love!”

“Help me down from here. My butt’s numb.”

“Have you been thinking of names while you’ve gone all this time knowing without me?” Harry easily lifts her off the counter, not removing his hands from her waist even once she’s steady on her feet.

“H, it’s only been two days.” 

“Two days longer than I’ve known,” he bends down just enough to ghost his lips over yours. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s brainstorm.”

Harry gently guides her toward the direction of the living room, plopping down first on the couch so he could pull her into his lap. There was no other place Harry preferred Y/N to be than in his lap whenever he was around her. 

“Are you upset that I peeked when we were supposed to wait?”

His eyes soften. “Of course ‘m not mad. I guess since we’re being honest I may as well admit that I took a peek, too.”

“Harry! Why were you gonna let me think I was the only impatient one?”

“You’re just easy to mess with,” he pulls her flush against his body. “I was gonna see how long I could keep it up, but I can’t do it anymore. I feel too bad.”

“When did you peek?”

“Right after you did.”

Y/N lets out a dramatic gasp, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “You saw me? I thought I was being sneaky!”

“I’m sorry to say you’re not as sneaky as you think you are,” he fiddles with the strap of her tank top, pushing it down her arm slowly. “I admire the effort though - it’s very cute, love.”

“Thank you,” Y/N cocks her head to the side. “Are you happy? That we’re having a girl?”

“Y/N, I’m so happy that I don’t think I can properly put into words how I’m feeling,” his hands travel along her back. “I’m even happier I’m having a baby with you. I don’t care about anything but having a healthy baby with you.”

“H, you’re gonna make me cry,” Y/N says dramatically, a small pout on her chapped lips. “You’re very cheesy - I love you so much. How did I get so lucky?”

“Would you believe me if I said I asked myself that same question every day when I wake up beside you?” Harry taps her on her side. “C’mon, up you go.”

Y/N lets out a little groan. “Why? I just got comfortable. Your lap is the best seat in the house.”

“Wanna show you how much I love you and how happy I am that you’re giving me a baby girl,” Y/N’s eyes widen as she scrambles off her husbands lap and onto the empty space beside him, legs folding beneath her. “Can I have a taste?”

“I thought we were discussing baby names?” Y/N jokes.

“I think we should do this first,” Harry drops to his knees, “Turn around f’me, darling- on your knees- yeah, just like that,” and immediately attaches his mouth to her clit, giving a firm suck. He quickly moves to her slit and licks up it, collecting her wetness on his tongue. Y/N can tell by his quick pace and sloppy licks that he's feeling plain desperate, and she momentarily wonders to herself how long he's been in this type of mood. 

Almost as if he's read her mind, Harry pulls back and says, “Been wanting to get in between these pretty thighs since we were comparing all those bloody bottle warmers at the store…” before diving back in. She turns to watch as he pokes and prods at her holes with the tip of his tongue, working faster the heavier she begins to breathe. His palm rests on her ass cheek, which also aids in keeping her spread open for him. Harry places three pecks on her clit before removing his mouth from her core just long enough to turn her around so her bottom was on the couch instead.

Harry hooks his right arm under Y/N’s left leg and throws it over his shoulder, using two fingers to rub over her clit. He lowers his head back down and attaches his lips to her bud again, looking up through his lashes at her. Y/N uses her shoulders to support her body weight, using one hand to lift her tank top and tweak her nipples while the other tangles in Harry’s curls. His tongue flicks back and forth over her clit as he locks eyes with her before sticking his middle finger in his mouth and inserting it in her heat.

“Harry, I love you,” Y/N tells her husband breathlessly, voice filled with lust. “I love you so much. I’m so- oh!” 

She lets out a sharp gasp once Harry adds two more fingers in one swift push, easily accommodating to fit his digits. His fingers burn in the best way possible, and she can’t wait to feel his cock. The whole time Harry’s fingering Y/N he’s giving her sweet praises–telling her she always opens up so well for him, that she get so fucking wet, that she tastes sweeter and better than the finest desserts. It’s nearly too much.

“I can’t put into words how much I love you,” Harry whispers as he relentlessly curls his three fingers up over and over again to stimulate that spongy spot deep inside of her. “I want you to cum for me, my love. Cum for me so I can get inside you, hm? Can you do that for me?”

Y/N’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as she releases all over Harry’s fingers, clenching so tightly around him that he has to tell her to relax so he can comfortably pull them out. 

“S’fuckin’ tight…” he mutters moreso to himself, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his ankles in one swift go. “All mine?”

“All yours,” she responds so quickly she nearly sounds pathetic. “Please, H. Just give it to me please-”

Harry pushes Y/N up and back onto the couch so her back is against the armrest. “Comfortable?”

Y/N’s heart swells a tiny bit at her husbands concern for her comfort even when he was having her in such a filthy state. “Very. Please fuck me.”

Harry slips himself inside Y/N’s warm heat, letting out a quiet groan of relief at the feeling. Y/N whimpers and locks her legs around Harry and he takes that as his cue to move. He slides out nearly all the way before slamming his hips back inside her, grunting loudy in pleasure.

“That’s a good girl…just take it, darling,” he snaps his hips quickly into her, skin slapping against skin. “Lay there and take it like a good girl…My good girl…”

Tiny moans esacpe Y/N’s mouth and she doesn’t try to suppress them in the slightest, wanting her husband to hear how good he was making her feel. He always made her feel good, always put her pleasure first.

“My clit, p-please,” Y/N stutters out, reaching for Harry’s hand so she can place it at her core. Harry places his hand at her core and begins rubbing in hard, tight circles, knowing exactly how to stroke Y/N to bring her to her release.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“So, so good. Gonna cum, H,” Y/N moans, bucking her hips up so they meet Harry’s. “Don’t stop H, please don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You’re there, angel?” his thrusts become impossibly faster. “Me too, baby. You first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Y/N orgasms for the second time that night, waves of pleasure washing over her body that satisfy her in the best way possible. Harry’s not far behind her - his hips stutter to a stop before he lays his weight on top of her and cums, being mindful not to lay directly atop her bump.

The couple lay in silence for what feels like ages, basking in the afterglow of their sex and orgasms. Harry places a chaste kiss to the top of Y/N’s head before gently untangling himself from her, already thinking about which bath bomb he wanted to use when he went upstairs to run her a bath in a moment. 

“So, about those baby names…”

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[rosecoloreddesire]

Let Me Show You (Elvis Presley)

Summary: Elvis is feeling a little insecure about his recent weight gain. You show him there is no need.

Note: I’m back! I hope I didn’t leave y’all for too long! I don’t know how much I’ll be uploading Drabbles and such again but I hope you enjoy this as an apology! Proofread once soooo hopefully it’s good!

Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ oral (m,f receiving)

“Elvis, can you come zip me up?” You begin to stare at your figure in the satin dress your fiancé had bought you earlier in the month. You had definitely had begun to fill out your clothes a lot easier. You sighed as you caressed your stomach and tried to suck in. He swatted at your hands and wrapped his arms around you. His chin resting softly on your shoulder.

“Mm, you look divine as always, love” he kissed you on the cheek softly.

“Hm, do I really? I thought I was lookin’ a bit-“

“Weren’t you just sayin’ the other day that bein’ big is beautiful, lil’ mama?” He slips his hands upon your shoulders, caressing you softly.

“I wasn’t thinking’ nothin’ like that, baby. I’m just gettin’ a little fuller in some places.” You sigh, he begins to softly massage your chest as you lean back against him. His eyes no longer meeting yours in the mirror, watching his fingers disappear into the bodice of your dress.

“Mm, but I like you lookin’ fuller,” he groans as you palm him from behind yourself,” baby, didn’t you say that-“ you turn around swiftly, slipping onto your knees. Your hands working deftly to release him from his tighter pants. His shocked expression making you giggle.

“Those papers don’t know what they’re talkin’ about. Your weight gain has made you even hotter, Elvis.” His eyes flutter shut as he feels the chill of your hand against the warmth of his cock. He bites his lip hoping to keep his groan in. He fails as you flick your tongue against the head of his cock. His hand coming to grasp your hair.

“B-baby, we’ll be late to the party. Holy-“ you ignore his ramblings and take a deep breath. Cutting him off as you take his whole cock. The tip tickling the back of your throat as you batted your lashes at him. Your name caught on his lips as he grasped your hair tighter in recognition. You pull back gasping, jerking his cock as he struggled to stand.

“How about you lay on top of me, darlin’?” He nods laying down on your shared bed. You lay on top of him and squeal as he spins your body so your face meets with his erection. You feel a heat rush upon your cheeks. His breath hot against your clothed mound. The party for whatever the hell it was, long forgotten.

“E-Elvis, what in the lord’s-“ a moan is ripped out of your throat as you feel Elvis push your panties to the side and rub your clit with his finger. He chuckles lowly as you grip his thighs tightly, your body shaking from the small bit of stimulation. You begin to wrap your hand around his dick as he teases your clit and you let a teasing lick to his tip. He hisses at the feeling. You breathlessly laugh as he grips the sheet next to you both in restraint. You wiggle your ass in teasing glory.

“Two can play this game, honey. I’m gonna worship this pussy all night long.” You shiver at his words and feel his breath warm your quivering pussy. His tongue is hot as it flicks your clit slowly. You lurch forward, whining out his name in ecstasy. He grips your ass pushing your pussy closer to his face as if he can’t get enough of your taste. You can’t concentrate as you finally wrap your lips around his cock, gripping his thighs just as harshly as before. You know both of you will have matching bruises by the morning. A particularly hard suck on your clit has you screaming, your hand rapidly moving on his cock as you try to catch your breath.

“E-Elvis, slow down. I don’t wanna come yet, baby.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your voice gets louder. Your moans driving Elvis to thrust his hips into your hand harder as he whimpered into your pussy.

“Oh lord, baby. I want you to cum so bad.” He moans into your folds and you cry out. Once again resting your head on his thigh. How has he never done this? His tongue was so fucking good. Your thoughts are interrupted as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to his face.

“E-Elvis, calm down, baby. I-I can’t- you’re too fucking good.” You whine as you spit out onto his cock to lubricate your wild movements on his cock. He pulls away for a moment to groan out deeply.

“You taste so fucking divine, baby,” he dives right back in as if it’s a sin to the lord to not be buried in your cunt,” ride my face, darlin’. Fuck my face.” Your eyes roll back as your pussy clenches at his words. God bless that this man is yours. You wrap your lips around the head of his dick and and hollow out your cheeks. You move your hips slowly and he all but growls into your dripping folds. He slaps your ass to make you move faster, your hips moving on their own accord as he stopped moving his tongue.

“P-Please, Elvis. More. I’ll do it. I’ll-“ Before you can finish the starved man is back on his feast in seconds. His tongue is thrashing against your clit while his hands grip at your ass to grind against his face. Your body begins to quiver as you moan against his length. You feel your orgasm drawing near as Elvis becomes more vocal mumbling into your pussy.

“Taste so fucking good.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Ride my face, Y/N. Just like that.”

“Suck my cock just like that, Darlin’.”

“I’m s-so close, Elvis.” You whine as you can feel the snap in your abdomen approaching. Your legs begin to shake around his head. He nods vigorously as he is too.

“F-Fuck, Y/N. I’m close too, baby. Please, cum on my face.” His begging turns you on as you start to grind yourself against his tongue and take him back into your mouth. You both begin to cry out in pleasure as your highs edge closer. Elvis continues to thrust in your mouth as he cries out. You roll off of him as he chuckles holding his hand to his forehead. His chest rising and falling harshly with each breath. Sweat rolling down the both of you.

“Holy fuck, E. Where did you learn that?” He smiles as he kisses you softly. You hum as he pulls you back to him.

“I did say I was gonna worship you.” He simply shrugged as he sat up and you followed suit.

“Please, worship me every night?” You batted your eyelashes as he bit his lip.

“I’ll worship you again, right now!” He presses kisses against your face and you giggle. His teeth scraping against your neck blissfully. You try to push him away, a pile of papers sitting on the edge of the bed falling in the process. You pick one up to see a headline, “Elvis’ Pelvis Slowed Down!”. Your hand covers your mouth in disgust, gasping.

“Baby, why wouldn’t you show me this?” You turn to see him anxious. You place a soft hand on his cheek.

“I-I didn’t want you to laugh at me like the whole world is, Y/N. I-I just wanted one person on my side.”

“ I am on your side! You ain’t slowin’ down! You’re as energetic as you’ve ever been on that stage! And clearly in bed! Just cause you got a few pounds don’t mean nothin’, Elvis!” You huffed as you read on and your heart broke in a million pieces.

‘When will his fiancé leave Presley now? When he loses his weight or he dies?’

“Baby, give me the paper.” Elvis tried to reach out for the god forsaken page in your hands.

“No! I’m tellin’ your daddy right now to call them bastards! This is shit and you know it! Probably that damn colonel tryin’ to make another mouthy move since we left!” You couldn’t contain your anger as you read on.

“Baby, please. I shouldn’t have even brought it in. I just wanna be with you right now.” You sigh and throw the paper, letting him lay on your chest.

“I’m sorry, Elvis. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. You know I’m tellin’ you the truth right? I love you inside and out. You are my handsome soon to be husband.” You kiss his forehead softly as he smiles holding you closer.

“I love you, my beautiful soon to be wife.” He kisses you and lays his head on your chest. You sit there in a few minutes of silence before you take one of his shirts and begin to change into it. He looks at you confused.

“What? I’m about to have an important call and have your daddy back me up!” He rolls his eyes as he watches you leave. You are determined to let these damn journalists get a piece of your mind!

“Lord, I can’t wait to marry her.”

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[theamccafrey]

Thea Mccafrey is dead (not really)

Meg Mccafrey -> Thea Mccafrey

Yo so like I'm making a new intro post (because I can)

archive- @chiefcrusadetree

also check out my actual url it looks kinda cool- https://megmcmeg.tumblr.com

I'm Meg, I'm a minor.

Pronouns: she/her. You can call me anything; gendered complements (and insults ) are fine. I'm bisexual btw

I've got adhd

I'm Indian (if that holds any relevance)

My phone is always dying, if I have a conversation with you I'm always gonna worry about how weird I was and I will kill anyone who is able to link my irl identity to this blog

Masterlist or something

-Get me to 2k notes

-Reading list

-Live reads (basically I read a book and post stuff I like about it online at the same time)

Heartstopper Volume 1 (Completed)

Heartstopper Volume 2 (Completed)

-Picrew list

-I act like an insecure girlfriend (collection of posts, you can simply look up the tag #megmc~insecure girlfriend~)

Book Fandoms

Harry potter

Red White and Royal blue

Sherlock Holmes

Fav artists

Queen

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Moneskin

The killers

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Heartstopper

Rwrb

Full house

Fuller house

Friends

Brooklyn 99

Modern family

The entire Ocean's series

Now you see me

DNI

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Bigots in general

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(I'm so sorry for tagging yall again I just wanted to save the list somewhere)

@eddiethebanished - youngest sibling

@zombieleon - cousin

@ballisticallytestedwensleydale - tax fraud uncle💀

@ali-da-demon - middle child u couldnt forget if you tried

@nononsenseneanderthal- big brother

@dobry-slimak -sibling

@parasite-2 / @shortgaything - gay cousin

@ezraisfallingapart -a parent u can go to 4 advice :)

@a-chaotic-business - a gay family friend who technically isnt related to anyone but is family at this point

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if you came till here, could you like go into the comments and type

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(idk just feels like nobody would read this crap)

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[denaliwrites]

Night of Long Fangs

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) You accidentally get sprayed with (fake) blood during rehearsals and Vincent has a... reaction.

Soundtrack: The Night of Long Fangs by Mikolai Stroinski

Warnings: Blood, in a vampire way, but then also in a kinky way. Smut Adjacent. Not really a Virgin Kink, but like. Mentions of it. Light choking. The absolute devastation that is the fact that I couldn't find a gif of Peter Vincent saying "I'm gonna pop your cherry."

Requests: Open!

You shouldn't have even been in range of the damned spray -- you'd been carefully placed on the stage specifically to avoid it. You were meant to be the virginal sacrifice, pure and dressed in pristine, glowing white. It wasn't meant to be tarnished until the end of the second act, and only by incredibly specific dyes designed not to stain.

"Cut!" you heard the sharp yell, but it was hard to focus when you could feel and see that you looked like a victim of Michael Myers.

Vincent walked over to you, looking... well, you couldn't quite decipher the expression he wore. He looked annoyed, somewhat, but you knew it wasn't at you. You'd done nothing wrong. He may have a sharp temper, but even he had to know it wasn't your fault, right?

Even through your attempts to convince yourself, you were surprised when he spoke and it wasn't filled with frustration or worse.

"Are you okay?" he asked instead, and you noted that his voice seemed oddly... choked? Strained?

"I... yeah. It's... it's, y'know, harmless... but thanks for asking." You gave him a smile that you hoped wasn't too obviously dismissive, while still trying to hint that he could leave now if he wanted.

Instead, his hands came up to your shoulders, brushing red-soaked strands of hair back to fall limply down your back. Those hands hovered, little more than a hair's breadth away from touching you. You could feel their heat, warming your mostly bare skin.

"M-Mister Vincent," you stammered.

He shushed you gently. "Just Vincent is fine."

"Vincent," you tried again.

He shushed you again. "May I?"

"May you what?" you asked him, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Do this." Without another word, he carefully ushered you behind the stage, away from any wandering eyes. You realized very quickly that he'd herded you to a quiet corner, where the two of you were utterly alone. You couldn't hear anything from the stage, or from backstage, or outside. It was like you were in a bubble.

"Vincent..." you gasped, as his hands sought out your breasts, made fuller by the pushup bra you were forced to wear with your costume. You didn't stop him, and the moment his hands made blessed contact you whimpered.

"You look so beautiful," he moaned, leaning forward, effectively pinning you to the wall. He nuzzled into your throat, breathing deep before his tongue struck out, leaving a long smear of red where a big globule of the fake blood had landed and half-dried.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a quaking moan escaped your lips.

"Oh, make that sound for me again, love," he purred, his hands circling your neck and spreading the red all over. You moaned again as he squeezed, ever so slightly, and he let out a breathy chuckle in delight. "Oh, does the pretty little 'virgin' like being choked?"

You couldn't respond -- not verbally, anyway -- because one of his hands wrapped so snugly around your throat, while the other trailed ever downwards, pausing to give your breast a squeeze before it made its way under your dress, finding your cunt like a bloodhound on the trail. His fingers met your heat, eliciting a whimper that you could see Vincent found beautiful.

"Like music," he chuckled, leaning in to roughly kiss your bloodstained lips, his own working eagerly to smear the blood still on your face. "Sing for me again, angel."

And sing for him you did, for the next half hour while he ravaged you, blood-soaked as you were.

#peter vincent x reader #peter vincent x you #peter vincent fanfic #fright night #fright night fanfic #david tennant

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Eden part three

Masterlist linked in my pinned

TW: pet whumpee, intimate/creepy whumper, referenced kidnapping, referenced stalking, referenced drugging, small emotional breakdown, brief allusion to noncon (which never happened)

Christopher beckoned for Ezra to join him at the table. Two bowls of dark red stew sat steaming next to tall glasses of water.

Ezra tried for a smile. "Thank you sir."

What if it was drugged?

Ezra pushed the thought away. He was already right where Christopher wanted him, and Christopher could have done whatever he wanted while Ezra was still fast asleep.

Besides, Christopher was trying to come off as loving. It wouldn't be prudent for him to drug Ezra again, just as it wouldn't be prudent for Ezra to starve himself.

Ezra started eating the stew. Beef, potatoes, corn, onions, cabbage, garlic, beets and a variety of spices combined to create something heavenly.

Suddenly famished, Ezra scarfed down the whole bowl within minutes, before downing the water.

Christopher, not yet halfway through eating, smiled warmly. "Would you like more to eat?"

"Yes please." Ezra nodded vigorously. "Sir."

Christopher collected Ezra's bowl and glass. Both were soon laid out in front of Ezra, fuller than they had been to start.

Ezra forced himself to eat slower, to act polite and keep pace with Christopher.

"I'm so glad you like my cooking," Christopher said. "It's called borscht, by the way. My mother taught me how to make it."

"It's very good sir. I've never tried it before."

"Thank you, and I wouldn't imagine so. It's a Russian dish, and one which never took on well in this part of the US."

Ezra felt very glad that Christopher was willing to talk to him. Finding out more about him could aid whatever plan Ezra could come up with.

"Are you from Russia sir?"

"No, but my parents were. They came over before I was born, trying to escape the Soviet Union. I grew up in the United States during the winding down stage of the red scare."

Ezra decided to put his very poor sympathy skills to work.

"That must have been difficult sir. A bit before my time, but we learned about the Cold War in high school."

Christopher nodded. "Yes, well it was harder on my parents. They never could drop the accent. And what of your family?"

Time to test the water.

"I'm sure you already know all about them, sir," Ezra said cautiously. "As you have already admitted to having stalked me for quite some time."

Christopher chuckled. "Yes, but I wish to converse with you, dear Ezra."

"Yes sir." Ezra took a bite of borscht and a sip of water, before beggining. "My maternal grandparents were from Palestine, and immigrated to the United States before my mother was born. My father's side of the family are just white American, I guess. Mostly came over during the colonial period. Not much more to say, really."

"Thank you for sharing that with me."

Ezra finished eating. "You're welcome sir. And thank you for the food. I can't remember the last time I had stew."

Ezra couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal whatsoever.

"Are you finished? There is more."

"I'm full. Thank you sir."

Calling Christopher sir was quickly becoming cemented as a habit. Like calling a teacher miss.

Christopher cleared Ezra's dishes along with his own, setting them down in his sink.

"Come along, angel."

The two of them walked into Christopher's living room. Christopher sat down on the sofa, and beckoned for Ezra to do the same. When Ezra was seated, Christopher put his arm around him, pulling him close.

After a few minutes of silence, Ezra tried his luck with a question.

"Would you mind explaining what it is exactly that you want from me, sir?"

"I want your love, dear Ezra."

"I already knew that sir." Ezra glanced down at his lap. "I just want to know all of the rules, and the expectations, and the punishments, and that sort of thing. Please sir, you're confusing me."

Christopher paused.

Ezra waited, holding his breath, hoping he hadn't offended.

"I am going to give you a few days to adjust," Christopher finally said. "Don't start worrying yourself about perfection yet. Really, I want you to continue acting as you have been."

With a stab of embarrassment, Ezra realized tears were pooling in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry sir but I still don't understand," he said. "Why can't you just tell me what you want? It isn't that hard, is it? I'm sorry. I'm just stupid. I dont know what you want from me."

"First, you are not stupid. You are a very intelligent young man, this has just been very stressful for you. You need a night of good drugless sleep. Then you'll feel much better."

"Yes sir."

Ezra couldn't remember ever being called smart. Obviously Christopher hadn't been stalking him as thoroughly as he had assumed.

None of Ezra's friends or relatives or roommates ever hesitated to agree with his self depreciation, or make their own insulting jokes, so why should his kidnapper?

Christopher massaged Ezra's shoulders, coaxing his muscles into relaxing.

"I want you to do everything I tell you. If I give you an order, no matter what it is, you are to say 'yes sir' and do exactly as I told you. Is the clear?"

"Yes sir."

"If I ask you a question, you are to answer concisely and respectfully. You are never allowed to ignore me or talk back. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

Christopher planted a kiss on the top of Ezra's head, burying it in his curly black hair.

"I've kept a few pets in my time, and you are by far my most behaved. Have you done anything like this before?"

"No sir."

"I'm glad. And thank you for making things so easy on me. I deeply appreciate it."

"May I please go to sleep now sir? I am absolutely exhausted."

"Of course."

Christopher led Ezra down the hall, keeping an arm around his shoulders, and opened the second door from his living room.

Inside was a tidy bed with several blankets, including a weighted one, and a large pillow. A small wooden nightstand stood next. In one corner, next to a closed closet door, a reclining chair sat.

"This is your bedroom. There is clothing for you in the closet."

"Thank you sir."

"Sweet dreams."

Christopher hugged Ezra, before flipping off the lights and closing the door behind him.

Ezra heard the click of a lock, and felt the embrace of near perfect darkness.

He collapsed into bed, and piled the blankets over himself, yearning to be crushed to death under them.

He knew he ought to take his binder off before going to sleep, but he was tired and it offered him too much comfort for him to bother, even knowing his ribs would ache in the morning.

@devourerofcheesecake @elim-flower @whumpsday @whump-by-robin @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @annablogsposts @whumpshaped @seetheothersideofparadise @knittedeyebrowsandcardigans

#Whump #Pet whump #Pet whumpee #Creative writing #Eden #compliant whumpee #creepy/intimate whumper

[miioouu]

3-Degradation: Oikawa Toru

    The hands wrapped around your neck were preventing you from breathing properly, let alone answer his question. His gaze burns through you, grabbing into your soul and twisting, making it hard for you to keep control and not just give in to the pleasure. 

     "You better answer me!" His voice harsh as he furrowed his eyebrows, his face inching closer to yours. One of his hands left your throat and traveled south, brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, as he finally reached the hem of your panties. "Don't make me repeat myself baby." But still you can't answer. It's not his hand now preventing you, but the immense amount of arousal buzzing through your veins, the shock making it impossible to utter a word, only a gasp leaving your lips as Oikawa finally took the lacy material off, the cold air hitting your wet folds. He whistled at the sight before him, chuckled meanly when his eyes darted from between your legs to your eyes. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re dripping wet already? Should’ve believed them when they told me you’re a slut.” You again had no response, no clap back, and even if you did, what’s the point in it, he’s right. “So answer me again love, does he make you feel as good as I do? Is he better than me?” He knew the answer, it was obvious by the way you were drooling, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and the way your head was thrown back. 

       A genuine smile finally appeared on his face once you stuttered out a simple “no”, while it usually wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he let it slide this time… Well, not really. “Are you sure though? If that was the case, then why is his cum dripping out of you?” This earned him a whine, a moan when he finally let his digits slide down, between your lower lips, making sure to give your clit a teasing brush before diving into you. “I’ve only been gone for four days… Are you really that desperate? Can’t wait to have a dick inside you, you whore? Well, I did prepare you a surprise, it was going to be real nice… But of course you had to ruin it, idiot.” And those words should really have hurt your pride, but no, in fact, they made your guts twist in arousal, in need, and it made you grind your hips against the palm of his hands, begging for more. 

      One hand was resting next to your head, supporting Oikawa, as the other was deep inside you, rubbing that spot that made you see stars. “I need you to stop being dumb for a second and tell me how good I make you feel. Can you do that? Or is that too difficult for that teeny tiny brain of yours?” Your eyes filled with tears, from embarrassment or ecstasy, you couldn’t really tell at that point. You only had one thing on your mind right now; proving him wrong. Your thoughts were clouded with lust, you tried to push through, to open your mouth and just praise him, but it was like he had a sixth sense; anytime you decided to use your voice, he took it away. His fingers left the warmth of your walls, making you  feel empty but only for a split of a second, he ran his member between your folds, making sure to rub the tip against your clit multiple times, and finally thrusting in. In a swift motion he bottomed out, the head kissing your cervix already, making you feel fuller than before. “Oika-Oikawa!” Despite all the words you wanted to say, his name was the only thing you could voice out; if you didn’t feel dumb before, you definitely did now, and he didn’t even try to make you feel better “Awww, look at my little slut. Is that the only word you know? You only know how to say my name? How cute. I hope you were screaming it while humping on his dick. I hope it’s my name you scream when you  go out there being a whore.” He set up a deep pace from the start, progressively getting faster, sloppier, making your eyes roll back and your back arch. Your hands flew to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His face a breath away from yours, his lips a breath away from yours "You know you belong to me slut… My slut. Stop whoring around, just be mine." And you had half a mind to register his confession, stupidly nodding your head, agreeing to whatever he said. It's when his lips finally pressed against yours, for the first time, that you were pushed to the edge. His hands holding your hips steady, frantically thrusting in and out of you until he reached his high "You're made for me, my good girl." 

#oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa tōru #haikyuu x reader #smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #kinktober #hq smut #oikawa tooru #female reader

[afterdarkprincess]

The Devil’s in the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)- Part 3

Samijey Fic- AU from the Royal Rumble

Back with a nice juicy update for you all!! It's a long one :)

Probably gonna be a couple more parts to this coming, I have so many ideas for where this is going.

Thank you so much to @elementaldoughnut12 for the prompt and cheering me on through this whole process 🥰

Tags for @feelschicken and @southerngirl41 - if anyone else would like tags in the future please let me know!

Part One

Part Two

This fic is Explicit and contains: Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Rimming, and Body Worshipping

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The morning comes and as tired as Jey is, he pries himself out of bed just as the sun rises. If he only has a handful of hours with Sami today, he’s going to make the best of them.

He throws his gym gear silently in an effort not to wake Jimmy, who’s still snoring away in the other bed, and creeps out of the room in the pale morning light. He makes his way down to the hotel gym, yanking the door open to find Sami perched on the weight bench.

Despite how tired he is, Jey’s face lights up into a smile. Sami looks up at the sound of the door opening, cheeks full as he smiles and pushes himself up to standing.

Jey’s eyes scan the room, checking to be sure that they’re alone, before cupping Sami’s face in his hands and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Sami’s lips taste like coffee and the tiniest hint of toothpaste, and it’s perfect. Jey still can’t believe he gets to have this now, after all this time.

They break apart and Sami laughs. “Good morning to you too,”

They pick up a familiar routine from the months they spent traveling and training together, though Sami still can’t do much. Jey spends time on the different machines, music blaring in one ear while the other listens to Sami, engaging in conversation.

You’d think they wouldn’t have much to say to one another, after being in constant contact via text and calls, but they don’t miss a beat, talking about anything and everything.

After Jey finishes his last series of reps, dripping sweat and enjoying the familiar ache in his muscles, as he racks the weights he lets himself just look at Sami.

Sami, who is beautiful in the light pouring in through the windows, the sun lighting up that wild ginger hair that’s pulled back into a bun. He’s doing arm curls, unintentionally showing off the added bulk and definition he’s put on them in the last few months, and he’s still talking between reps. He fills the space with his warm voice, and as Jey watches he notices that Sami’s face and cheeks are definitely fuller now too. How he didn’t notice last night, he’s not sure, but it’s all he can look at now.

“-and I just think that after all these years they’re doing Kofi dirty, you know?” Sami seems to finish his thought, looking up to meet Jey’s eyes as he racks the dumbbell he was using.

Jey nods, hoping that its not too obvious that he hasn’t been paying his full attention to the conversation.

“I really fuckin’ missed you, Sami.” The words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t regret them when Sami is smiling like that.

“Missed you too,” He replies, standing up from the bench again.

Jey takes a few steps, intending to cross the room and show Sami just how much he’d missed him, but he’s stopped by the sound of the gym door opening.

His youngest brother stands in the doorway, face impassive as usual as he glances between the two of them.

“Mornin’ Solo,” Sami says cheerfully, as if they haven’t been caught alone together twice now.

“Yeah- uh’ Morning, uce.” Jey tries for nonchalant and fails miserably.

Solo fixes him with a stare that seems to know way too much, but he simply grunts in response and puts his headphones on.

Jey sneaks a glance at Sami, who’s still smiling though now his cheeks are dusted with a blush that makes Jey want to bite at them. He’ll file that impulse away for later.

They finish up their respective workouts and head back to their rooms, sneaking one more kiss when they have the elevator to themselves.

“You sure we gotta get breakfast with everybody else?” Jey knows he’s whining but he’s dreading the idea of sitting across a table from Sami under the ever watchful eyes of his family.

Sami tangles their hands together. “You’re the one who insists on keeping this between us right now,”

He groans, hating that Sami is right.

But the fear is still there, as its been a solid 12 hours since their defeat and both he and Jimmy have heard nothing from Roman. While usually no news would be good news, this silence is uncharacteristic of the Tribal Chief and it’s unsettling.

He needs to take care of this situation with Roman, find some way to get out from under his thumb before he’ll feel secure enough to tell them about Sami. It’s been a long three years of living under his cousin’s control, and now he has a brand new reason to fight.

“Soon,” He says, pressing their foreheads together as the elevator climbs. “Soon, okay?”

They reach their floor and go their separate ways to shower and get ready for breakfast.

Jimmy is still snoring in their room, but it’s late enough that Jey doesn’t feel bad making noise and shaking his twin awake.

“We gettin’ Waffle House, Uce! Get yo’ ass up!”

Breakfast goes about as well as Jey imagined.

The four of them crammed into a too-small booth, he’s both blessed and cursed to have Sami pressed in next to him, hyperaware of all the places their bodies touch in the tight space.

Jimmy asked Sami about a million questions, everything from his recovery to the shows he’s been watching and anything in between.

Solo chimed in every now and again, his soft spot for Sami showing.

Jey himself tries not to say too much, since he’s gotten to have so much time with Sami where they haven’t. As much as he wants to be selfish, his family is still important to him, and ultimately it makes him happy that they all get along so well.

It’s easier to forget the pressures on them all when they’re like this, stuffing their faces full of shitty diner food and laughing over each other’s goofy antics. Behaving like the family that they are, and not whatever twisted version of family that Roman presents for them all.

Keeping his hands off Sami is still difficult, when he wants to press kisses to his face at each smile.

Sami’s hand finds his under the table, as their plates are cleared away, intertwining their fingers together and rubbing his thumb in slow circles on the back of his palm.

How Sami understands exactly what he needs at any moment Jey will never know, but he’s grateful for it all the same.

His phone unhelpfully shows the time, the morning having slipped away. They’d have to return to the hotel soon for Sami to collect his things and get to LAX to make his flight back home.

And then he’d have to face whatever grief Roman would throw at them for losing the match, surely it would be a shouting match before Roman’s fight and Jey was not looking forward to it. Still, he’ll take it gladly if it keeps the Tribal Chief’s eyes on him and not his brother or his… partner? Boyfriend felt juvenile, not quite right, and lover was closer but it felt too intimate for casual conversation.

They’d have to talk about that at some point, what they are to each other, but for now Jey is just satisfied to be able to call Sami his.

—

They all pile back in the rental car and return to the hotel without much fanfare. Jey volunteers to help Sami with his bags and get him into the scheduled Uber, which earns another searching look from Solo, but thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions.

They make quick work of Sami’s bags, meaning that Jey is holding both of them and refusing to let Sami carry anything, and make their way back down to the lobby to wait for the Car.

Jey feels brave suddenly in this crowded room full of strangers, watching Sami talk about his travel plans. He grabs a hold of Sami’s jacket to get his attention before cradling Sami’s face in his hands and kissing him, closing his eyes in an attempt to savor every moment.

When they break apart, Sami’s face breaks into the most beautiful smile.

“What was that for?”

’Cause I love you. ‘Cause you ain’t even left and I already miss you. ‘Cause you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. ‘Cause m’not gonna see that smile in person for a long two weeks.

Jey doesn’t say those things, he’s never been great about expressing his feelings verbally. He’ll have to show Sami how he feels in other ways for now.

“Just tryin’ to shut you up, for real.”

It gets a laugh out of Sami, but his phone rings in his hand signaling the arrival of his Uber, and Jey tries desperately to keep his emotions in check.

He follows Sami with the bags and puts them in the waiting car as Sami talks with the driver.

Sami looks at him again, sighing. “I’m sorry I gotta go, babe,” He opens his arms, and Jey flies into them like a magnet, burying his face in Sami’s neck.

He holds on for too long, and feels Sami press a kiss to his hair and clutch him tighter to his chest.

Jey finally lets go, pressing one more lingering kiss to Sami’s lips.

“Have a good flight, manamea” He says softly, barely above a whisper.

Sami nods, taking one last opportunity to hold Jey’s face in his hands like he’s the most precious thing in the world. “You’re gonna be sick of me messaging and calling you.”

Jey playfully rolls his eyes. “Ain’t no way. Fact, you’re gonna be sick o’ ME,” he sniffs, trying to cover the thick emotion creeping up in his throat.

“Never,” Sami presses one last kiss to his’s nose, before releasing Jey’s and turning to the open car door. “Be careful, please make it home in once piece.”

“Can’t make no promises,”

The door shuts, blocking his view of Sami waving, and the car takes off. Leaving him standing alone with his hand raised. He feels breathless, like Sami went and took all the air with him.

—

Jimmy and Jey are told by Paul that their services aren’t needed at ringside for Roman’s match that evening. It’s a clear dismissal, bearing no arguments, and it sets Jey’s nerves on edge.

He wins, with Solo’s help of course. The petty side of Jey almost wishing that Roman too would lose the belts and the glory just as he and Jimmy had, but realistically the loss would have hurt him too, not just their family standing but their roles within the company would be on the line without them.

Jey gets messages from Sami the whole day, letting him know when he lands and makes it back to the house, settling in for the evening.

Jimmy went out for drinks with some of the other members of the roster, giving Jey some alone time in their room. Which he uses to call Sami, curled up in bed and if he closes his eyes he can just imagine that Sami is right next to him instead of thousands of miles away. Close enough to touch and hold and kiss.

When it’s late and they’re barely awake, risking Jimmy’s return with every minute, Jey just can’t bear to hang up the line. He feels like a damn schoolgirl, head over heels and nearly ready to ask Sami to be the one to hang up.

“Jey?” Sami’s voice is soft, tired.

“Yee?”

“I love you,” There’s silence, and the sound of Sami’s breath. “And I don’t mean in an ucey way this time.”

Jey feels heat rising in his cheeks, as he processes what Sami is saying to him.

“You don’t have to say it back yet, I’ll understand if you don’t, but I just wanted you to know.”

Tears well in his eyes, but his mouth is dry, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth.

what is the MATTER wit’ you, uce?! You LOVE him!! He is the sun and the air that you breathe!! He is the only HOME we ever had, open yo’ damn mouth!

“I wanted you to know that I love you, Jey. Titles or not.” Sami’s voice cracks at the end, betraying the sincerity of his words.

Jey wants to tell him, wills the words to come, but there’s an old fear in him, a deep repression of his feelings that sticks into his throat.

“Jey?”

Finally, Jey opens his lips, but he can’t find it within himself. “I- Sami, I do…”

Sami immediately talks over him, “it’s okay, Jey, really. I don’t need to hear it right now, really. It’s okay, I know, baby.”

Jey’s spluttering, frustrated and angry with himself. “Can’t right now. I don’t know-”

“It’s okay, baby. Get some rest okay? I’ll let you go.”

As much as he hates to end the call, Jey feels like an open wound has been torn into his chest. It should be easy, three little words. In fact he’s said them before, on live television and in front of his whole family.

Not like this though. You said you loved him like a brother that ain’t the same.

The thoughts in his head are loud and confusing and frustrating, and he can’t deal with them.

“‘Kay,” He sighs into the phone. “G’night, manamea”

The term of endearment rolls of his tongue so easily, such a contradiction. Maybe its easier because Sami doesn’t know what it means.

“Night, Jey.”

The line goes silent, and Jey’s exhausted. He wraps himself up in the blankets and falls into a fitful sleep.

—

Despite how much he’d been dreading them the following two weeks fly by pretty quickly for Jey.

Neither he nor Jimmy hear from Roman, and so they deal with the loss of the titles the only way they know how, by harassing the Brutes and demanding a rematch.

They’re booked for house shows on their off nights, but Jey still calls Sami every night. They trade messages all day, but still find ways to talk late into the night.

Sami tells him that he loves him every night before hanging up. Jey still can’t bring himself to do the same.

He vows to himself to show Sami, in every way that he can. Sami knows, as always understanding Jey in ways that no one else has ever bothered to try, but he deserves to hear it, in whatever way Jey can deliver the message.

It’s announced that Roman will be present at that friday’s smackdown, the night before Jey is set to take his week off, and some part of Jey is relieved to have a face to face with Roman. This waiting game is making him unsettled, no matter the punishment it’s gotta be better than the silence.

Jimmy and Jey arrive to the arena together, early as usual. They don’t have a match on the card for the evening but the segment with Roman will surely end in some kind of altercation and it’s in their best interest to be prepared.

Jey’s bags are packed and with him, ticket on his phone for a red eye flight that’ll get him to Orlando around 9 am, where Sami will be waiting for him.

This is the last obstacle, the last hurdle before their week away together, and Jey is filled with nervous energy.

He expects to see Roman in their locker room before, but Solo arrives alone, headphones covering his ears. His younger brother has been around them less since Wrestlemania, and it doesn’t help Jey’s feelings of unease.

Paul shows up with 15 minutes to spare until the start of the show, loud and annoying as ever, informing them that their segment will start the show.

“Where big Uce?” Jimmy asks.

“The Tribal Chief is a busy man, you must understand. He’ll be arriving just on time, not to worry!”

Dread creeps up in his stomach, like he’s back in the Thunderdome again. Jey is all too familiar with these kinds of mind games, and it doesn’t bode well to how the night will go.

He looks at his phone one last time, finding a message from Sami.

Good Luck out there tonight <3 6:50pm

He sends back a thumbs up and a heart, and stuffs the phone in his bag before following his brothers to gorilla position.

Roman is waiting there when they arrive with a smile on his face. He claps each of their shoulders as they prepare for their entrance, but there’s a look in his eyes that is anything but reassuring.

Jey plays his part, going through the familiar motions of their entrance, the slow walk to the ring and Roman’s posturing before demanding acknowledgement from the crowd.

He then launches into a tirade, first about Royal Families, then directing his speech to Solo. Praising his abilities and his dedication to solving the family’s problems, the way he’s dealt with Sheamus and Drew McIntyre in the proceeding months.

Solo mumbles something too low for Jey to hear, eliciting a laugh from their cousin.

“See how good he is! Worrying about our problem with the rest of the Brawling Brutes, they did take out our Honorary Uce after all. But no Solo, don’t worry about that, those mangy mutts aren’t our problem.” Roman paces like a shark, looking to draw blood.

“The real problem here are your brothers.”

Jey feels like he’s been doused with cold water. No matter how much he knew this was coming, it doesn’t help the rising fear as he moves closer to Jimmy, putting himself between his twin and Roman.

“What did y’all think was gonna happen, huh? You thought you’d just lose in the Main Event at Wrestlemania and we wasn’t gonna talk about it?”

Jey keeps his gaze downward.

“You were supposed to take revenge on those idiots for injuring Sami, correcting the fact that you let him get hurt at all, allowed him to take that fall for YOU.”

Roman’s face is up in his and it’s all Jey can do to bite his tongue. He feels the sting of his nails digging into his palms.

“And what did you do? Not only did you lose the match, but you lost the Tag Team Championships! And you’re just gonna beg for a rematch?” He circles around them again, menacing. “You EMBARRASS me. You embarrassed our family. Our Bloodline.”

Jey feels sick to his stomach. Feels waves of discomfort coming off of Jimmy, that distaste for authority thats dogged them both their whole lives.

Roman pushes an accusatory finger to his chest. “You should know better than this, Apologize!”

Jey’s eyes flick up, meeting Jimmy’s and immediately Jey knows that his twin does not understand the situation they’ve found themselves in. He’s making faces, talking under his breath. “Can you believe this shit, Uce?”

Jey knocks a hand into Jimmy’s side, shaking his head no.

It’s not enough, Roman’s in their space again. “Don’t look at him! Look at me, I’m dead serious, Apologize!”

Jimmy cracks a smile, laughing in the face of stress, like they’re schoolboys in detention again. “You can’t be for real, right now-“ He’s not mic’d up, it’s for their families ears only.

“Oh you’re smiling? I’m here to make you laugh? You think I’m a clown?” Roman shoves Jimmy, hard enough to knock him off balance and Jey feels his stomach fall to the floor.

All he sees is the cell match again, his nightmares of Roman’s hands on his twin, on Sami, he has to do something to fix this and make this right. Has to swallow his pride, make it home to Sami in the morning.

He steps between them again, grabbing a microphone. “We apologize, Uce. Alright?”

Jimmy glares at him, but he can’t focus on his brothers hurt feelings. He has a job to do to protect the people he loves.

“We apologize- you’re right. Yo, give us one more shot, Uce. We’ll bring the tag titles home. We’ll get revenge for Sami. Just give us another shot, Uce.” Jimmy bristles behind his back, but he blocks him.

Roman rubs his hands in his beard, appeased but clearly still not happy. He brings the mic back to his lips. “You have one more shot to fix this.” Then, he drops his hand away, leaning in close to Jey. “You know what happens if you don’t.”

Terror washes over him, but he tries desperately to keep it together, rubbing his face to hide in his hands.

“Tell ‘em, Wiseman.” Finally Roman retreats from them, and Jey can at least breathe.

“My Tribal Chief has authorized me to inform you all of a confirmed match for Backlash in Puerto Rico! The Tag Team Championships will come home to the Bloodline when The Usos avenge their fallen brethren and defeat the disgusting Brawling Brutes.”

They had another shot. One last shot if Roman’s words rang true, and in Jey’s experience his cousin was not one to lie.

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Roman clears off once they exit the ring, no doubt taking a private flight back home that night.

Jimmy is pissed at him, giving him grief the second they get back into the locker room.

“The fuck was that about, Uce? Why you apologize to him? We didn’t do nothin’ wrong! How you jus’ gon’ let him treat us like that?”

Jey collapses onto the bench, shaking his head. “You don’ understand, Uce. It was bad ‘nough when it was jus’ us he could fuck with. It ain’t jus’ about us no more.”

“What you talkin’ bout? Roman’s already fuckin’ with us, gettin’ in our face like that! Shit’s messed up, Uce.” Jimmy paces furiously, and Solo watches him with his eyes.

Jey rubs his hands against his temples, trying to will away the headache thats brewing behind his eyes.

“Uce-“

“Can’t you understand why I don’ like him gettin’ at you like that?” Jimmy stops in front of him, pinning him with his eyes.

He sighs, “Yea- I jus’-“

“Jus’ nothin’!” He rolls his eyes, grabbing his bag and shrugging it onto his shoulders. “Guess I gotta deal wit’ this ’til you get back.”

“Jimmy-“

“Have a good vacay, Uce. Tell Sami I said hello.” He sounds disappointed, and it’s a hard pill to swallow. Jey hadn’t said a word about where he was going, figures his twin would just know.

The door slams shut behind Jimmy with a loud bang, and he winces. This whole evening felt bad enough without this added guilt on top of it. He’s about to dig into his bag, to get his phone out to see if there were any messages from Sami, who for sure had seen the whole thing on TV.

He hears a cough from the corner of the room, where Solo sits with his arms crossed and a particularly deep scowl on his face.

“I know, Uce.”

Jey’s head snaps up. “What you mean?”

He hears his heartbeat in his ears, the dread from earlier creeping back. Solo has spent so much time with Roman recently, and as much as he still wants to love and trust his baby brother, he’s cautious.

“I seen you and Sami, at the hotel after ‘Mania.” Solo’s face changes, looking visibly uncomfortable, nervous rather than angry, and as much as his hackles are raising he stays calm.

“What you see, Uce?”

Solo blushes visibly, something Jey hasn’t seen in a very long time, when Solo was just a shy little boy.

“Saw you, uh, kissin’. In the lobby. When he was leavin’.”

Jey nodded, “And you didn’t tell big Uce?” It was clear, if Roman had any idea about him and Sami he would have known by now.

Solo shook his head. “Nah- I get it.” He slowly approached, still sheepish. “Jus’ wanted you to know. S’cool with me.”

Jey could cry with relief. The fact that Solo knew and was okay with him and Sami meant the world to him. “T-Thanks, Solo. That- um, thanks.”

“Can I-?” Solo holds out his big arms, looking more like an overgrown teddy bear than the terrifying enforcer of the Bloodline. Jey stands in an instant and crashes into his younger brothers arms for a tight hug. “I might- if the Tribal Chief, if he wants me to hurt you, I won’t-“

“S’okay, Uce.” He nods, “I get it, I do.”

“I don’t want to,” Solo says, voice low. “Don’t wanna hurt any of you.”

“I know, we all do what we gotta do.”

Solo finally releases him. “Did Sami keep the bear?”

The question takes him off guard, and it takes him a second to realize what Solo’s talking about.

“Yea, actually. Keeps it on his bed and everything, big softie.” Jey laughs, scratching at his neck.

“Cool,” His younger brother nods, a small smile on his face. “Have a good week, Uce. You deserve it.”

Jey smiles, his heart full. Solo gathers his own belongings and heads out with a small wave.

Jey finally checks his phone, finding a slew of concerned text messages from Sami. He fires off a quick reply as he exits the locker room, dragging his suitcase behind him.

M’okay, Sami. On my way to you. 8:30pm <3 8:31pm

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His flight is uneventful, he sleeps for most of it despite the nervous energy filling his body with every mile he gets closer to Sami, to home.

He collects his bags, making his way to the terminal, where he sees Sami, standing with a sign like the absolute cheeseball he is. The sign reads “MAIN EVENT JEY USO” and it warms his heart.

“Been a long time since anyone’s called me that,” He laughs, pulling Sami in for a kiss. It’s been a very long two weeks and waiting any longer to have Sami’s lips on his is intolerable.

Sami tastes like the fancy coffee he drinks and the vanilla protein shakes they both typically have for breakfast. He kisses like he does everything else, with boundless energy and enthusiasm, and Jey knows he’ll never get tired of it.

When they part, Sami replies, “Such a shame honestly, you have so much potential they aren’t tapping into. You’d make a great singles competitor.”

Jey scoffs, “Nah, m’already in hot water as it is. Tribal Chief ain’t gonna let me do singles anytime soon.”

Sami rolls his eyes, “Roman doesn’t know everything. He’s more worried about the threat you’d pose than anything else.”

“Still…” His cousin’s words linger in the back of his mind.

“Let’s not talk about it now, huh?” Sami wraps his arms around Jey’s torso in a warm embrace. “Missed you, Jey.” The words are whispered into the skin of his neck.

Jey drops a kiss to Sami’s hair, where it’s pulled back into a half-bun. “Missed you too, manamea.”

They part, gathering Jey’s backpack and suitcase and head out of the airport hand in hand, Sami handing over the keys to the car. The warm Florida sun streams into the car, and they talk during the whole drive, Sami asking him a million questions about the previous night’s events.

Sami assures him multiple times that there’s no reason for him to feel guilty about losing to Ridge, that seeking revenge like this can’t bring anything good. Sami wants to take a piece out of the brutes himself, but he wouldn’t be cleared for months still.

His follow up appointment after Wrestlemania had gone well, he’s progressing ahead of schedule but it’s still a long road ahead before he’ll be back in the ring and training.

Jey watches Sami’s face as he talks, staring at him a little too often despite the fact that he’s driving. Sami’s cheeks might be even fuller than they were two weeks ago, and Jey can’t wait to kiss and bite each of them.

They arrive to the house and get Jey’s bags dropped inside the door and Jey is on Sami in an instant, scooping him into a bridal carry. He peppers kisses all over his face, even as Sami laughs in delight.

Jey takes them into Sami’s bedroom, depositing him onto the bed gently and yanking his own shirt up and over his head.

Sami stares at his chest openly, and Jey feels heat pooling in his gut. Even with talking to Sami every night, there’s no privacy with life on the road, especially not with his brothers.

Their first (and last) physical interaction had been rushed, an act of desperation in a backstage locker room, and Jey was determined to make this time special, to truly give Sami the love and care that he deserved. If he still couldn’t make himself say the words to tell Sami how much he loved him, this would have to convey it.

Sami’s sat up at the edge of the bed, smiling at Jey like he hung the sun and the moon. The bed sits high up enough that he can kiss Sami without having to bend down too much, standing in between his legs that just dangle at the edge.

The first few kisses are short, sweet. Jey can’t get enough of the feeling of their beards touching, the way their noses press together when he moves his head. Sami’s hands run up the exposed skin on his torso, coming to rest around his neck and keeping him close.

They stop to breathe for a moment, but Jey stays close, closing his eyes to take in this moment. Pressing another few kisses to the light freckles on Sami’s face.

“Thought about this all the time,” Sami says. “Even before the injury, even when you didn’t like me.”

“Was an idiot,” He mumbles, remembering the cold distrust in his heart. How could he have ever not trusted Sami?

Sami brings his hands to hold Jey’s face, pulling them apart enough to fix him with a stare. “You were scared, Jey. Justifiably so. And angry that I willingly signed up for what had been beaten into you. I wouldn’t have liked me either.”

“Don’t matter, you’re family now,” Jey kisses him again. “Even Big Uce can’t give you shit nomore.”

“Yeah..” Sami trails off, sounding unsure. “Don’t wanna think about him now, honestly.” His giggle is precious, lighting up his face.

Jey’s close enough to finally indulge himself, gently biting at the fullness of Sami’s cheek, which causes him to laugh even more. Jey threads his fingers gently in Sami’s wild curls and turns his head to bite at the other cheek, then licks up the side of his face to taste the warmth of Sami’s skin.

“Ugh, you’re so gross.” Sami teases, playfully shoving him away.

“Still love me though,” It’s a smart retort, meant to tease Sami back, but the ginger’s face gets soft again and he’s pulled back in for another slow, achingly sweet kiss.

“I really do,” Their lips connect again. “Love you so much, Jey- you have no idea-“

Jey takes advantage of Sami’s open mouth to deepen their kiss further, sliding his tongue in to explore Sami’s mouth. He samples the moan it elicits, savoring the flavor that is so uniquely Sami.

He reaches down to take the hem of Sami’s shirt into his hands, pushing it up before breaking off their kiss to take the shirt up and off, yeeting it into the corner of the room. He’s delighted to notice that Sami’s tits are even a little bit bigger and he takes one in each hand, squeezing gently.

“I’m in for it when I get cleared,” Sami mumbles, a light blush tinting his cheeks and neck.

Jey tweaks one of his nipples, admiring the way the flesh jiggles. “You ain’t need to lose none of this.” He ducks his head, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before nipping lightly. “Love these pretty tits, so perfect.” Sami’s head falls back with a groan, exposing the long line of his throat. Jey makes his way there, dragging his tongue along the way. He presses more kisses there, before stopping. “Can I…?”

Sami lets out a garbled moan and he nods, and Jey takes that permission to suck and bite at the tender pale skin of Sami’s neck. Under him Sami’s hips buck rhythmically, and Jey is painfully aware of how hard he’s becoming. He pauses to admire the bruise that’s formed, licking it a few times just to see it glisten in the light.

Hands pull him back up to eye level and into another kiss, falling back together until Sami’s head meets the mattress and Jey gets to relish in the feeling of finally being on top of this man. He plants his hips to the side of Sami’s torso, his hard dick just ghosting against the tops of Sami’s plush thighs and it drags a groan out of his mouth.

It makes him aware of the amount of clothes that they both still have on, and Jey didn’t travel thousands of miles and wait two weeks to come in his pants again.

He pushes himself back up, despite the pout that comes across Sami’s face.

“Got too many clothes on,” He grumbles.

Jey tears his pants and boxers down his legs, nearly tripping as he steps out of them in his haste.

“Damn, Jey.” He looks back at Sami, sitting back up now and staring at his dick with open longing. “That all for me?”

Jey nods, giving himself a few dry strokes, collecting the precum thats dripped from the head and using it as lubricant. “Ye, Sami. Been so hard stayin’ with Jim n’ Solo, never have a second to myself.”

He gives Sami another quick kiss before helping him to his feet and guiding Sami’s shorts off as well, guiding the fabric around the bulk of the knee brace. He steadies Sami as he kicks off the offending garments, and comes eye to eye with those delicious thighs. He’s put on weight here too, with delicate stretch marks in the creases where his legs meet his torso. Jey’s mouth waters at the thought of putting his dick between those thighs, wonders if Sami’s ever known that pleasure before and if not delights in the idea of introducing him to it.

He takes the opportunity while he’s kneeling to lick at the stretch marks, and nip at the skin. Sami squirms, but he holds him fast, taking his time to give his thighs the attention they deserve. He switches sides, deliberately avoiding Sami’s cock, tempting though it is.

Sami’s fingers run through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine. Jey thinks he’d gladly spend hours here if given the chance, but he has so many plans.

He plants one more kiss to the sensitive skin before rising to his feet and picking Sami up again, taking him by surprise. He moves them around to the side of the bed before gently putting Sami down into the pillows at the headboard and snagging a few others.

In Jey’s late night frustrations the last few weeks, he’d kept himself busy researching, figuring out positions and tricks to keep Sami’s knee comfortable during sex. The last thing he wants to do is injure the man further.

He carefully folds one of the pillows and tucks it under the brace for support, then hauls himself up onto the bed with the last pillow. He gently takes Sami’s hips in his hand and pulls them up, helped with Sami’s good knee bracing himself. He slides the pillow under Sami’s ass and letting him rest his hips there, raised up from the bed.

Jey takes the opportunity to get a handful of ass, squeezing and pinching playfully, while he settles himself between Sami’s splayed open thighs. He catches sight of Sami’s face, the other man looking at him with an expression that he can’t read and suddenly Jey feels nervous.

“This- uh this alright? Guess I never asked if you ever- if you even want-“ Jey covers his face in embarrassment.

“No- no, Jey! I mean- yes! This is more than alright.” Jey’s hands are pulled away from his face by Sami’s warm hands and his face is right there, stealing a quick kiss. “I’ve been thinking about getting you inside me for ages, are you kidding me? This is exactly what I want.”

Jey kisses him again, relieved. As usual Sami is four steps ahead of him, but still meets him where he is. He still has a hard time believing that he can just have this, that he deserves this man at all.

“Okay, good-“ Jey pecks his lips again. “Great. You stay here, get comfy.” He hops back off the bed and goes to grab the bag he dropped, quickly grabbing the bottle of lube and condoms he purchased just for this and returning to the bedroom.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, admiring the morning light streaming in from the windows, the way it plays on Sami’s pale skin, the way it turns the ginger of his hair to flame. His head rolls, turning his face to look at Jey and hitting him with a smile.

His heart is in his throat and he crosses the room in quick strides. It’s always been a struggle to keep his hands off of Sami when they’re in the same room, and he has no reason to hold himself back anymore. He gives Sami another sweet kiss before taking his place again on the bed between Sami’s tempting thighs. He runs his hands over the soft flesh, humming softly. “Wanna fuck these thighs later,” He flicks open the cap on the bottle of lube, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. “But right now, wanna open you up Sami.”

He starts with one finger, slowly working back and forth across the tight ring of muscle, teasing him with slow circles and not quite enough pressure to sink in. He hears a soft moan of his name come from the pillows and pushes in, feeling the soft warm heat envelop his finger as he explores and stretches Sami’s hole.

Jey’s dick is diamond hard just thinking about how good it will feel to buried inside, but he’s going to take Sami apart before then. Today is about Sami.

He takes his time, listening to the moans and reactions that each motion draws out of the other man. Jey adds another finger, coating them in lube, searching for Sami’s prostate as he scissors his fingers to open him up. He feels the spot with the pad of one finger and hears a cut off cry from Sami and he knows he’s found what he was looking for.

Jey massages the spot with both fingers, watching as the motion causes more precum to leak from Sami’s dick, drooling out to puddle on his plush stomach. He can’t wait to lick that up later.

“Takin’ it so good, Sami, so good for me.” Jey’s unoccupied hand runs up and down Sami’s side, blunt nails just barely scratching at the skin. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

Sami starts talking, and in typical fashion, doesn’t stop. A litany of praises fall from his lips and it’s music to Jey’s ears. “More, more baby- need you inside me Jey, want it so bad, please please give it to me.”

The words go straight to Jey’s dick, and he’s ready for it too but he also doesn’t want to break Sami in half. Jey’s dick is, well it’s certainly not small, above average in length and thick. He adds another finger into Sami’s hole, earning another delicious moan and pleas for more and harder.

He flexes his hand, spreading his fingers wide against the velvet walls of Sami’s hole, getting him nice and open and wet. He drills his fingers in, deep and slow dragging against his prostate each time and hearing Sami’s moans creep higher and higher. He stares at his fingers going in and out, the sweet wink of Sami’s hole when he pulls them out.

Sami whines, but Jey ducks down and licks into Sami’s hole, filling him again with his tongue. Jey feels Sami’s hand clutching at his while his whole body trembles, and he wraps their fingers together as he feasts on Sami’s sweet taste.

“Oh god, please baby, please I’m so ready, so ready Jey- come on,” Sami’s mouth is still running, and Jey decides to give in to him.

He pulls back, licking his lips and running his hands back up Sami’s thighs, changing directions and trailing up to Sami’s stomach, loving on his tummy rolls and the swell of his tits. He finds Sami’s face wet with tears and he panics a little, brushing his cheeks to wipe the tears away.

“You okay, Sami?”

Sami nods, breathing heavily into a smile. “Yea, m’okay baby. Just need you now.”

Jey gives him a quick kiss, “Got you, Sami- Gonna give ya what you need.” He reaches for the condoms sitting behind him, but Sami stops his arm. “Sami?”

“I know you’re good, baby. You know I’m clean. If you’re okay with it-“

“You gon’ let me go in raw?”

Sami nods feverishly. “Want it, want you-“

Jey wastes no more time, moving to line himself up with Sami’s hole, the fat head of his dick just kissing the pink skin that glistens with lube and Jey’s spit. He moves, pushing from his hips and drilling his cock in slowly, watching as he’s enveloped in Sami’s body.

He buries himself inside, pausing when he’s finally all the way in and fighting the urge to immediately start fucking, giving Sami time to adjust as he feels his hole twitching around him. He’s tight, even with the lube, and warm and perfect and Jey’s seeing stars. He blinks a few times. looking down at Sami’s face where more tears are leaking from his eyes.

“Please, Jey, move baby I can take it, give it to me, feels so big, so fucking good-“

Jey drags his hips back, feeling the drag of Sami’s hole clutching him before he plows back in, slow and deliberate, aiming each thrust to Sami’s prostate and driving the man underneath him wild.

He looks down at Sami’s chest, watches as each tit jiggles deliciously when he bottoms out, and he increases his speed for a moment just to watch them bounce.

Sami is begging him for more and right there and he has no problem with that, grinding his hips with each deep thrust, feeling his orgasm coil hot in his low belly, creeping closer.

He takes his hand to Sami’s still-weeping cock, wrapping it in his hand and working it up and down, smearing it in Sami’s precum, and hearing the words coming out of Sami’s mouth fall away into those sweet little breathy moans that mean he’s about to cum.

“Jey- baby, right there! Fuck-“

Jey feels the moment that Sami cums, his ass milking Jey’s cock for all its worth. Jey pulls out for one last push inside to put his cum as deep inside Sami as possible. He falls apart, his vision whiting out as he fills Sami up, imagining for a moment that Sami’s tummy might be a little bit rounder now filled up with his cum.

Sami’s panting as Jey finally pulls out, watching the cum drip out behind him. He takes one of his thumbs, absentmindedly pushing the cum back inside where it belongs, before collapsing on his side next to Sami on the bed.

It takes Jey a moment to catch his breath, running his hands up and down Sami’s chest while his brain comes back online.

Sami looks over at him, smiling. “Damn babe,”

“Ye?”

“Ye,” Sami repeats, and its the cutest thing. “Gonna be feeling that for days.”

Jey wraps his arm around the other man’s chest, dropping his forehead onto Sami’s shoulder. “Good. Mine.”

“So articulate,” Sami laughs, teasingly. “I think we both might need a nap now.”

Jey just nods against him, cuddling up as close as he can, twining their legs together and just enjoying the feeling of having Sami so close. He nods off to sleep feeling the most content he’s ever felt.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! Next time: more smut and Jey learning how to communicate his feelings!

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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Four. "It's Normal To Be Nervous." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Oh my God, so I know! I know! 2K Follower Giveaway, but I have had this chapter planned for sooo long and it’s been months since this has gotten an update! The giveaway is gonna continue post haste right after this do not fret. But this, I needed to do this and this fic deserves the attention! So! For those who have been waiting, so sorry for the delay but may this 6K plus update where things finally start really heating up, make up for it! Seriously I am excited about this and the story is only gonna get hotter from here! I hope you all enjoy the update, feedback is heavily encouraged of course and the Masterlist with previous parts is there. Thank you for reading and seriously! Enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.2K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly! Chiffany.  Warnings: Cute Date. General Nerves. Banter. Opinions On Deep Dish Pizza. Smoking. Kissing. Making Out. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Dirty Talk. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Creampie.

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He kisses differently than she does.

He tastes like she does but also he doesn’t. Her lips are softer, fuller, smooth and a definite fruity tinge from the lipstick she wore, an undercurrent of something unmistakably her that was entirely too intoxicating.

As for where it was similar, where their flavours matched, alcohol and cigarettes. 

He was rougher than she was. Not just from the light amount of stubble on his face but the way he returned the kiss that you initiated. His hands settle on your hips easily, tugging you just that little bit closer, it makes your grip on his tie loosen slightly.

He kisses you and you feel something stirring inside you in a similar fashion to when she kissed you. And yet, again, different.

But it's good. So good. 

Your lips move and he takes that as the cue to take just a little more, kisses deeper, a touch harder. You get caught up in it, a harsh inhale through your nose and before you knew it he was the one pulling away and you are hearing Tiffany speaking, “I think she liked it.”

He laughs, “Yeah you think?”

You were sure you looked a little dumbstruck, you aren’t even bothered by the teasing, it feels very them. Instead of biting back with your own retort a smile breaks out on your face. A thought takes hold in the next moment as his hands leave you and you vocalise it, "What does this mean?"

"Hmm?" A questioning hum from him and a look between the pair before you continue. "I mean so you like me?"

"Duh." Chucky scoffed and the back of Tiffany's hand hit him gently on his shoulder and he tried to look a little more serious. "What I mean is, duh, respectfully." 

You laughed and the duo before you smiled. "Okay so you like me and in case it wasn't obvious I like you. Both of you." 

"Not to steal his answer and for fear of overusing it, but, duh." Teased Tiffany. 

They like you? You need confirmation, make sure you are all on the same page before you potentially make an ass out of yourself. “Okay, not to sound wildly unconfident, but you like me? While you are both-” You inhale, your hands trembling, you attempt to stop them but it does nothing as you say the last word, “-together?” 

“Yeah we like you a lot.”  Tiffany confirmed and he gave a nod in agreement. “Yeah we’ve been talking about you for a while and considering this.”

Holy shit. “Mhmm we just wanted to be sure that you liked us but when you and I kissed in the bathroom the other night we thought the way you’d been acting, flirting, engaging, that night in the diner. That yeah the chance you were really into us was good enough to take the risk.” 

“Wait so he knows that we kissed?” You asked, a gesture between yourself and Tiffany and they both shared a knowing look before he said, “Well I had my eye on you, watched you serve after coming back and lemme tell you this, you are not subtle.”

“No?”  You asked and he gave a small shrug, hands in his coat pockets. 

“It was your smile that did it. I know that smile, I’ve had on that smile before.” He said with a sideways glance to Tiffany who was looking at him in a way that you wished you were on the receiving end of. But, honestly, seeing them look at each other like that was good. 

“And no one comes out of the bathroom smiling like that unless they’ve been hooking up.” 

You laughed, head tipping back before taking a deep inhale, relief washes over you, he was right, you were not as subtle as you could have or should have been. “Fuck, I was so, so worried that I was like helping her cheat on you or something but you knew the whole time?”

“I did, I did.” Chucky said with a grin and Tiffany said, “Sorry for the scare but we wanted to be sure you were into this.

"So what should we do about this? Because I do want this, whatever it is just…" You hesitate for a moment, she reaches out, her hand takes yours, "Go on." 

You feel encouraged and you say, "I want this, so much, but I don't want it to necessarily just be a physical thing." 

"Oh well good, because neither do we." Tiffany assures as he chimed in, "Yeah like we said, we actually like you. We don't want to just nail you and bail."

You felt unspeakable joy in the moment. This feels almost too good to be true, too perfect. In the time you've known them you never thought this would be an option you could have. Hell you just didn't think it was one period. 

You asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"How about a date?” Chucky asked and Tiffany followed up, “An actual one when you aren't working, when is your next day off?" 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. I mean, three people dating each other? How was this all going to work? You weren't sure but you really wanted to find out. What you'd been wishing for weeks was right in front of you and you just had to reach out and take it.

"Yes, I would love to. I'm off Tuesday." You said with a smile and a squeeze of Tiffany's hand still in yours. 

"Tuesday, sounds perfect." She said softly and Chucky agreed, "Tuesday's great." 

You reluctantly pulled your hand away from Tiffany’s. You reached into your purse, pulled out and flipped open your notebook you kept in there along with a pen, you scrawled out your number before tearing out the paper and holding it out. "My number, call me tomorrow and we'll figure out details?" 

"Can't wait.” He said as he took the paper, he looked it over once before folding it and putting it into his pocket. You wished you could hammer out what you would do right now but the train was approaching. 

“Thanks again for walking me here.”  You told them genuinely. 

“No problem.” Came from him and she said, “Talk to you tomorrow.”  The train stopped on the platform and the doors slid open and you stepped on with a wave to them both. 

After you get off at your usual stop you walk back home. You don’t feel the chill of the late night air, a smile refusing to leave your face. You went to bed that night and slept somehow, even better than the night previous. You were so excited to get that call, you could hardly wait, it was around lunch time the next day, well lunch for people who weren’t on your insane schedule. Point is around twelve thirty you had been up for a while and your phone ended up ringing, you snatched it up on the second ring with a very overly enthusiastic, “Hello?”

“Oooh someone’s chipper, hello.” It was Chucky, you sighed out with a smile you were sure he could hear through the phone, “Heyyy.”

“You already said that, you alright space cadet?”  He teased and you said, “Yeah, doing great honestly. How are you?”

“Doing fine, a relaxed day so far.” He said and you asked, “Tiffany with you?”

“She stepped out, but we planned out the date. Do you trust us enough to show up at the cafe on fifth street at about seven pm Tuesday?” You more than trusted them for that. A public meeting like that was more than agreeable. You couldn’t wait to see what they had planned and told him as such before assuring him, “I’ll see you then.”

Goodbyes said again and you practically floated through the rest of the day, the next day however you were struck with sudden nerves. You always get nervous before a date, worried about what to wear, how it would go, if you would click and they would like you, if you’d have fun.

You really liked them and didn’t wanna fuck this all up. Usually trying to please one person was nerve wracking enough but two of them? Especially when they were already so entangled with each other. Your mind went a little too wild wondering, hanging with them was so fun but you couldn’t help but wonder how being on a date with them would differ from the hang outs you’d shared so far. You tried to calm yourself, you thought about the times you had spent so far, how easy it was, the fun you had, how well the conversation flowed. The thing that really helped was thinking back to that kiss you shared with Tiffany in the bathroom at your work, her cradling your face and telling you to not worry. 

It helps. 

You had no idea what you were going to do with them and by extension what to wear. They always looked so good, so put together, Tiffany in particular had such good style, she was fucking goregous and you wanted to step it up and impress her. At the same time you didn’t want to overdress and look stupid. It was a hard balance to strike and you wondered if you could pull it off. You also didn’t want to just wear the kind of thing that they saw you in at work. 

Before you knew it the evening was upon you and you were getting ready to go out. You really wanted to show a different side and vibe than what they saw from you at your job, this was a first date so of course you wanted to look nice and again, try to match them a bit while still looking distinctly you. The attire that you settled on were, one of your nicest distressed pairs of jeans, a tank top tucked into said jeans, heeled boots that matched the belt, beg and nicer jacket that you picked out. You fussed over your jewellery, Tiff had such cool and unconventional pieces and you wanted to show off just a bit so you pulled some of your more unusual favourites that went with the fit you’d already picked out. 

You took it easier on the make up, you took your time applying it but didn’t go heavy handed with it and as you were finishing up with your lipstick you caught the time and realised you were behind schedule. “Shit-”

You are normally so good at time management and are punctual to a fault. You could not be late to this first date or you would never forgive yourself. You say fuck it and honestly you did look great, getting there on time was more important than continually fucking with your hair, so your boots are thrown on along with your jacket, bag grabbed on the way and you are out the door.

Running on icy sidewalks in heeled boots is a bad idea but you were determined to be on time. You actually made it five minutes early, standing there, leaning against the front window of the cafe, trying to catch your breath and hoping not to look a mess when they showed up. You got your breathing under control just in time for them to walk up hand in hand, both finishing up a cigarette. He greeted you first, “Hey there she is.”

“Told you she’d be here, and looking lovely as ever.” Tiffany said with a smile, she complimented the necklace you chose and commented on the fit of your jeans, he echoed that and said you looked great. You felt good that they liked how you looked. To deflect off feeling flustered by their compliments you said, “You sound surprised.” 

“I’m not, you always look great but he-” she said with an elbow nudging Chucky to which he rolled his eyes, “-was worried you might not have gone through with this.”

Your hand is thrown over your chest and you scoff in mock hurt, “You really think I would stand you up? You think so highly of me.” 

“God no! No I just-” He started and you cut him off, teasing as you say, “No I see how it is, but you are lucky, I think I might just see it in my heart to forgive you.”

“Your generosity knows no bounds.” He sighed, a hand running through his hair before he was saying, nigh mockingly, “Thank you.” 

You were already feeling better. This felt just as it had before, it was good, you felt giddy. “Well shall we?” 

“We shall.” Tiffany said, her smile refusing to leave her face from watching your back and forth. 

“What am I getting into with both of you?” He mused and you offered up, “Heaps of trouble hopefully.”

“More like most definitely.” Tiffany assured. It was at this moment, you asked, “So what is on the docket for tonight?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head we planned it all, a movie, dinner, we got it all figured out.”  He gestured you to follow as he led, turning you down a different street. 

“Where are we gonna eat?”  You ask and he says, “Don’t worry about that, we aren’t eating till after the movie.” 

“Really? Movie first?”  You must have sounded too sceptical, it had her saying, “Oh yeah, you never done it that way? It’s great! You aren’t rushing through dinner to make the movie.”

“And when you go to eat you can talk about what you just watched.” He added on and you had to admit, it was a good call, would smooth over any tiny potential awkwardness and make conversation a total breeze. 

“I gotta give it up, that is smart!” The duo seemingly preened under your praise, it led Chucky to say, “You are too kind.” 

“Just giving credit where it's due. And since you have so clearly thought of everything, what movie are we seeing?”

At this point you had made it to and were in front of the theatre and with a sense of nearly perfect timing he pointed to the posted, “Return of the Living Dead part two.” 

Oh no shit. You had actually wanted to see that but hadn’t gotten the chance to get out to the theatre. You decide to tease further instead of showing your initial excitement, “And who says I wanna see this?”

You see their expressions falters for a moment, a shared quick glance before they started to say that you could pick something else and you can’t hold back for long before laughing, “I’m fucking kidding, Jesus, yeah course I am so down!”

“You gotta stop doing that.” He sighed and Tiffany let out a giggle, “I dunno I think it’s cute. Nice that someone is teasing you for a change sweet face.” 

“You tease me plenty.” He fired back, it was said fondly however, she leaned against him, a press of her shoulder to his as she said with a certain amount of innuendo, “Not in public.” 

Your mind is occupied thinking about how she exactly teases him in private and you are soon at the front of the line and a ticket is passed to you. While imagining less than pure things they had bought your ticket for you. 

You thank them as you all head inside and you insist on going to get the snacks since they bought the tickets. They seem reluctant but they let you do it. 

As you wait in line, in the well lit lobby of the theatre you are able to really take in how they look, you actually felt you did pretty well with your outfit. She had chosen a dark purple dress, fuck did she look good in purple, longer black coat over it to help fight the winter chill and her own pair of heeled boots, the crept up her legs higher than yours did and were taller too, of course her makeup looked amazing as usual, hair half up. His outfit was simple but effective as ever, slacks, button up shirt, his trench coat and red scarf tucked under the lapels of it. They looked so good together and you wondered how you looked next to them. 

They just seemed to fit and you can’t help but wonder how you were going to fit in with what they already had built together. But you were getting ahead of yourself. 

You got popcorn, two sodas to split and a box of candy, you came back to them arms full and he asked, “Bought the whole place out, huh?”

“Yeah, how much did this set you back?” Tiffany asked and you gave a shrug or as much of one as you could while holding this much, “Enough that I hope one of you is getting dinner after this.” You joked.

“I think we can do that.” Tiffany assured before you are filing in to get your seats. You weren’t sure how this would work but they let you sit in the middle of them, insisting that you did even. You weren’t going to say no and took your seat. When the lights dimmed and the previews were over, you feel her take your hand and less than twenty minutes in you feel his arm slipping around your shoulders and this right here? Being between them, both of them touching you in such a casually affectionate way?

Yeah you could get used to this. The movie was a good call for a lot of reasons but in the dark, with everyone distracted, you could touch them both without as much fear or question. 

The few reassuring times Tiffany squeezed your hand, how Chucky would leave a little closer when he had some quip related to what was happening on screen, it felt right, shockingly natural. If not a little flustering at times being so close with the pair. 

Less than two hours and one movie later you are leaving the theatre, snacks and drinks consumed and feeling pretty damn good. 

“You ready for dinner?” Chucky asked as you started down the sidewalk and you said, “Yes, God, I’m starving. That popcorn was not enough, what are you both thinking?”

“Pizza?” Honestly, that sounded great, would hit the spot. You agree excitedly, “Lead the way. I am sure you have a place in mind?” 

“Naturally.” He said with a smile and you asked, “Do you both always plan this much?”

“Hardly, we can be really go with the flow but we wanted to impress you.” Tiffany said easily and he said, “Yeah, give you the illusion we have our shit together.” 

They wanted to impress you? And here you were worried about doing the same. Maybe this is a lot more evenly matched than you initially thought. 

You hadn’t been to the pizza shop that they had chosen before but it was nice enough. Chill and laid back sort of vibe, not super fancy but surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night, a sure sign that the good was probably really good. 

You ended up needing the bathroom and when you came back you found that they ordered for the table. You slid back into your seat as you said, “Ooh the confidence between you two, ordering for me? Awfully presumptuous.” 

“Trust us alright, you’re gonna like it.” Tiffany promised and just like most things she said you trusted her. 

You folded your hands in your lap and turned to look at him. “So what did you think of the movie?” 

You caught him fishing in his jacket for something and his head snapped up looking to you before he said, “Welll-it wasss-” 

“It wasss?” You asked prompting him further and he sighed, head falling back, a gesture of his hands at his sides, “Fucking bad, right?”

“Oh thank God, yeah that was nothing like the first one.” Tiffany sounded relieved that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t enjoy it as intended. 

“Agreed! What was that?!”  You said with a nod before tacking on, “That being said! It was so fucking fun.”

“Hell yeah, dumb, stupid fun.” He agreed further, his eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled like this, nose scrunching too, he looked too handsome when he was this happy.  

You laughed, “To be honest your running commentary made it a fuck ton more enjoyable.”  

“Seriously, seeing movies with Chucky is the best, I always have way more fun when he’s around.”  She said it with such warmth, you catch her hand sliding onto his thigh and a small squeeze which makes him grin. “Too sweet.”

“More like too honest.” She said as the pizza came out and was placed in the middle of the table. 

It looked fucking great but you noticed one thing in particular and asked playfully, “No deep dish?”

Tiffany made an expression of exasperation, a roll of her eyes as she said, “Oh God-”

He adjusted in his seat and leaned closer, elbows on the table, one hand pointing to you, almost seemed like he was gearing up as he said, “Let me tell you about deep dish pizza-”

“Here we go, you got him started.” She sighed, still sounding amused at least. “Okay, Chuck, tell me all about deep dish pizza.”

“There’s a lot to love about Chicago, I mean it, glad we moved here yada yada yada but deep dish pizza?” He made a disgusted sound. “It’s a fuckin’ joke and not a very funny one.”

“What is so bad about deep dish pizza?” You asked and he elaborated further still, “It’s a mess! A total fucking mess, you gotta commit to eating the whole pie because once you cut into it and that artery clogging mass of cheese starts spilling, it’s over, you’re done! There’s no way to bring home one piece of it and reheat it for later.” 

Tiffany had an expression on her face that this had come up multiple times before and she was more than used to hearing him go on. “Like it’s terrible! And do not get me started on the cheese to sauce ratio-” 

“I won’t, I won’t! I’m sorry I asked-” You laughed before finally picking up a piece of your own. 

Dinner was good, you talked more in depth about the ridiculousness of the movie you saw and about other places you all liked to eat at in the area. “There is this pizza place me and my co-workers like to go to when the club closes some nights, you should try it.” 

They showed definite interest and it led to you saying, “Maybe some night after the club I’ll take you myself.” 

“Oh yes please!” Tiffany seemed very into the idea and you said, “Alright promise, we can do that.”

“We’ll hold you to that.” Chucky said and you hoped he would. 

They paid for the pizza, you took care of the tip and once the bill was settled up it was late, getting near midnight as you left back outside into the chilled winter air. Being so late wasn’t a deterient, you stayed up late all the time after all on your work schedule but the date would have to end eventually, as much as you didn’t want it to. 

“Should we start getting you back?” He asked as he pulled out his pack of smokes and offered one up to Tiffany and you grinned, “You wanna walk me home? So chivalrous.”

“Course we do, we’re having a great time.” Tiffany said before lighting up and passing the lighter to him so he could do the same and he added, “Yeah plus late is when all the creeps come out.” He nudged you with a wave of his fingers and you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, a girls gotta be careful in the big city, but with you two I am sure I’ll be safe.” 

You missed the knowing look your two dates shared, if only you knew what you were really getting into. 

The walk was nice, you took the long way home and had one of those talks that was about everything and nothing. The kind that allowed comfort to seep into your bones and shielded you from the cold, made it easy to forget the windchill as you made jokes, riffed off store names from shops you passed by and street signs and just conversed about whatever struck right in the moment. You felt so present, grounded. You don’t know why you ever worried about this.

You think this is the most fun you have ever had on a date. You felt more comfortable than you ever had previously on your one on one dates with people. You felt like this made so much sense maybe this is what had been missing? Dating more than one person, at the same time. You had no idea why it clicked the way it did or what it said about you but those thoughts and worries were the last thing on your mind as you focused on the here and now with them. 

But all good things have to end eventually and you were telling them, “Well this is me.” 

They both looked up to the decently sized apartment building you called home. “Not a bad part of town you live in.”

“Yeah building seems real nice too.” He admitted and then there was a moment of quiet. It was late. No one was really around as you stood on the top of those three steps, in the little alcove before the front door of your building. It was warmer here, the wind kept out, a small modicum of privacy as the only way to see it was dead straight ahead, if you were in here you were hidden from the view of the street. 

You weren’t sure how this next part would work. You wanted to kiss them, obviously, both of them, but how does that go? Do you just kiss one and then the other? You had no clue especially when you weren’t sure that they wanted to. You think that they did, there was tension and energy on this date, physical clonesses, a little innuendo but still, there were nerves as you hadn’t navigated this with two people previously. 

It had only been quiet for a few seconds as you began to overthink but he stepped up, stepped closer as he said, “I think I speak for both of us when I say we had a real good time tonight.” 

Tiffany stepped closer too with a hum, “Such a good time. We really wanna do it again sometime, if you do of course.” 

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, absolutely, I had so much fun.” 

Another beat of quiet as you leaned against the door, your hands felt a little sweaty, a nervous habit of playing with your fingers as you looked up between them and in a moment of boldness and honestly you admitted, “I’m not exactly sure how this next part should happen…”

A quick look was shared between them, something that you didn’t catch, something unspoken but clearly a decision was made, his gaze turned back to you as he said, “I think it goes something like this.” 

His hand came up, fingers ghosted along the line of your jaw before his thumb settled on your chin, he tilted your face up and he leaned in and you welcomed him as he kissed you. 

It was even better than the first kiss, you felt significantly less nervous the moment his lips touched yours, that feeling was replaced with a sweet fluttering warmth that again, made you forget it was winter for the second time that night. You returned his affection, you kissed him back, leaning up closer into him and that set him off. He kissed you deeper and you hummed into it, feeling warmer still, feeling shockingly hungry for someone who had a third of a pizza less than an hour and a half ago. His hand moved, slid down your neck and you had to fight back the urge to shiver, his hand rested on your shoulder and then a new feeling shocked you, made you jump slightly. 

The feeling of cool and buttery smooth leather touching your cheek, a firm yet gentle stroke of two fingers of a gloved hand making you turn your head, the kiss broken to see her, standing so close. “I think I know the next part.”

God she was so gorgeous, so fucking pretty and she wanted to kiss you too after just watching you kiss her longtime partner. The look in her eyes, she liked it, she really fucking liked seeing you with him and that got you hotter. 

You breathe out, “Remind me how it goes?” 

She gives no verbal response, shifting nearer, Chucky stays close but gives the smallest amount of space and you can’t wait. You lean forward and you kiss her. It isn’t as soft as your first kiss, she isn't as gentle, there isn’t a sense of trepidation, no undercurrent of worry that she might be scaring you off or making the wrong call. This was all confidence, self assuredness and heat. Your hands reach out for her, settle on her arms as you lean in closer, you need this, her, to be closer and kiss her deeper. 

You hear him say quietly near awed, “Fucking hell you two.” 

She smiled against your lips and pulled back, leaving you with slightly laboured breathing as she asked, “You enjoying the view as much as I was sweet face?”

“So much.” He whispered and you then got to see them lean in. You had seen them kiss before. Short pecks, casual, one cheeks and knuckles and foreheads, passing brief presses of their lips together but this? A whole other ballgame. 

Their experience with one another was so obvious. The shared time, the care, the knowledge of what the other liked. It was so intimate and so fucking hot. He nipped at her bottom lip and she let out the sweetest and softest melodic little moan before she returned it, harder and it made him kiss her deeper, his tongue parting her lips and did you die? Getting to see this, so up close and personal, fucking hell you were already wet. 

You don’t even know you are until she responds. You were tugging on Tiffany’s coat sleeve and her attention was back on you, she looked flushed and she asked, “Awe, feeling left out?”

You gave a small nod and he tsk’s, “That won’t do.” 

And the next part was overwhelming. You got passed between the pair, he was kissing you again, needier than before, she was clearly good at riling him up, his tongue brushed experimentally over your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan. Before you could fully settle into kissing him back she was tugging you back, her lips crashing into yours. 

All consuming.

That is what you kept thinking as they took their turns with you and with each other and in a few short minutes you were breathless and yup you were sure your underwear was ruined. You were leaning against the glass of the window in an attempt to cool yourself down. You wanted more but didn’t want to rush, stopping now before it got too out of hand was a good call. Making yourself pull away was hard as fuck but it was the right thing.

“Thanks again for all this, for the great time, walking me home. Can’t wait to see you again.” You sighed, looking at them, his arm around her shoulders. Outside of his hair being a little messy from Tiffany having her hands in it and her face being redder you couldn’t tell that they just made out so intensely with you. 

You were sure you didn’t look so put together, were positive you looked like a mess. 

“We are gonna come by the club this weekend again, pay you a visit and maybe we can plan our next day then?” Tiffany asked hopefully and you nodded, “Yes, for sure. I’ll see you then.”

You watched as they started down the steps, a last look and a wave as you called out, “Get home safe you two.”

“Will do. I promise.” She said and he called out, “Good night.” 

“Night!” 

You finally made your way into the building. 

Tiffany and Chucky rushed home. They weren’t actually that far from where you lived but you didn’t need to know that little detail yet. 

As soon as they were inside they were back on each other. Even more heat and intensity than they displayed with you outside your building. The small amount of self restraint they displayed in public was no longer needed since they were back in their apartment. Time was not wasted, shoes kicked off, coats dropped, barely pulling away from one another, more clothing stripped as they stumbled their way to the bedroom. 

The door was pushed open as Tiffany was finishing unbuttoning his shirt, lipstick imprints left on his throat in her wake as she kissed down lower and he continued the conversation that began on the way home, the one that fanned the flames leading up to the pair coming home. “She is so fucking hot.” 

Tiffany dropped to her knees, her manicured hands working on opening his belt, “God right? She is so fucking fun.” 

His pants were open, he helped her shove his pants down and then he was in her hand, hot and hard, heavy in her palm. He inhaled sharply at the contact as her hand closed around him and she leaned in. Her other hand tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as her lips wrapped around the tip, she licked, tongue swirling around before she began to sink down and he moaned. “Her lips are so fucking sofffft-” 

He groaned, his head tipping back and she pulled off, wet kisses down the side of his shaft, “I can’t wait to see her lips wrapped around you Chucky.” 

“I can’t wait to see her on her knees” He breathed, his fingers tangled in her hair as she slipped him back inside, taking half of him in one skilled bob of her head. “How do you think she sucks dick?” 

She moaned against his shaft, looking up to him, eyes pleading and he understood that look. It was unspoken as she began to play pretend, began to suck his dick how she thought that you might and it fueled him. She did it hot, needy, messy. Smearing her lipstick as she went, eventually her hand stroking as she sunk lower, tongue lathing over his-

At this point you were busy. 

You had rushed up to your apartment in a similar way to them. Had made your way right to your bedroom, boots and bag left by the door before you were in your room. Your jeans hurriedly taken off, thrown aside, your thumbs hooked in the sides of your panties and you pulled them down with a sharp exhale. They had been practically plastered to you from how soaked you were, you had to actually peel them off, the cool air against you made you shiver with a moan. You were far too worked up from your make out session with them. You were desperate, in total need, your hand slipped between your thighs, fingers traced up your slit and when they passed over your clit you gasped. 

Back with them the tables had turned. She was on the bed, he was on his knees, her legs spread and over his shoulders, her thong was gone, dress was half up her body, his hands cradling her hips as his mouth was on her. His tongue was circling over her clit just right, in that way that made her back arch and words hard to form. 

She did manage to get out the question, “You think she’s eaten, ugh yesss, pussy before?”

He hummed in consideration and the vibrations of that against her clit made her let out a choked moan before he pulled up, “Not sure. Might have to show her the ropes.” One of his hands was between her legs, two fingers sliding with ease into her soaked cunt. She moans again, eyes squeezing shut. “Ooh you like the thought of that? Being her first like that?”

“Fuck yes! Honestly, God, either one is good-” She meant it, walls clenching around his fingers. The potential of you having had some nervous fumbling experience when you were much younger in the dark with someone else or her being the first woman you ever taste, both were so hot. 

“Regardless, I’m dying to see it.” He admitted with a grin, his fingers curling inside only a few times before she was begging, “Fuck me already-” 

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Struggling to breathe as you touched yourself, two fingers rubbing tight and fast circles over your straining clit. You needed relief, needed to get off, your mind was occupied the whole time with them. 

You thought about how good they were, them kissing you, how right it felt between them both, how hot it was. You kept thinking about how they kissed, you were insanely excited by the view, you wondered how they fucked, how they were alone. Would you get to see that? How would you slot between them? How would they touch you? 

You were moaning louder, unapologetically, pleasure was rising, toes curling and thighs trembling as you masturbated over the thought of them and the potential of what could be. 

If only you knew what they were doing, if only you could have seen them. Bodies tangled together, her legs around his hips, arms thrown around his neck as he was on top of her, burying inside her all the way to the hilt over and over. She was nearly there, panting encouragement in his ear, “God, just like that, fuck-” 

“You feel so fucking good Tiff.” He breathed back to her and she nipped at his lower lip before saying, “Imagine how good she’d feel like this-”

A louder groan from him as he thrust harder and she gasped, the sudden spike in pleasure dragging her right to the edge as she cried out, “Don’t stop-”

In the dark of your own bedroom your body had never been more tense, one hand fisted in the sheets as you were right fucking there. You think of him inside of you, her holding you, whispering in your ear that you take it so well and you spill over and cum. A strangled mix of their names leaving your lips. The peak of it is incredible, you are left with your hands shaking as you laid back, the come down as you stare up at your ceiling takes a damn long time. 

“When?” She asked, voice thick and barely recovered from her orgasm, “When can we have her like this Chucky, tell me, please?” He is so close, his hands on her waist as he drives into her, his own eyes close as he assures her, “Soon Tiff, so, fuck-ing soon, need her. We gotta have her, shit-” 

He holds deep as he spills into her with a low groan that she mirrors in almost overstimulation at feeling him fill her. 

In your own bed, still half dressed from your date and dozing, your mind on them, still so blissfully unaware as they curl up together, naked and satisfied as they talk further about just how they might be able to get you in their bed sooner rather than later. 

#slasher x reader #BHF writing #Poly!Chiffany X Reader #Charles Lee Ray X Reader #Tiffany Ray Valentine X Reader #ENJOYYY #FINALLY

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Hi! I know you’re busy today and even if you’re busy in the future - ignore this if you don’t feel like doing it. I just thought about coming home from the hospital with your baby for the first time with mason and thought it would be cute to wonder what that would be like, your first night home all together, given it’s your first child and everything. Maybe you’d know how to write about it! But again, if you don’t feel like it, just let it slide. Most importantly, I hope you’re ok and thank you for all the incredible pieces you’ve provided us with up until now ❤️

I’ve really been struggling to write recently but I went through my requests and this sparked something so I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for your request anon and for being so sweet!  ❤️

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It seemed to be impossible for you to close your eyes for more than three seconds since your head hit your pillow. The day had been long and bringing home a new born baby was without a doubt stressful but as you left the hospital earlier that day both you and Mason couldn’t have been happier to finally get to go home. Leaving the hospital was something you had looked forward to right after giving birth but when you walked through the door of your home your nerves hit you like a ton of bricks even if you didn’t want to admit it to your husband.

A lot of thoughts were running through your mind and all of them had to do with your baby. You were worried about not hearing him cry during the night which was ridiculous considering you were pretty sure you had already memorized every single sound he’s made and it didn’t take more than a pin to drop for you to wake up from your sleep. You were worried about him not latching on when you’d try and feed him even if the nurse had told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about. The thing that was worrying you the most was not being a good enough parent to your son but when your eyes focused on Mason who was stood before you, rocking your son in his arms as he softly cooed down at him you found yourself forgetting about all your worries and instead wondered if you could possibly feel happier and warmer than you did in that moment. 

You weren’t alone and the two of you were going to continue making an amazing team and that’s what you tried to think about as you toss and turn into the late hours of the night. Your eyes settle on Mason’s sleeping figure next to you and you would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous at how peaceful he looked. You could tell by his snores that he was deep in his sleep but you also knew that the second your baby would make a single sound indicating that he was awake Mason would be up in a second ready to calm him down no matter if it was his turn or not, just like he had done two hours ago. 

Your eyes then moved to the cot just a little further away from your side of the bed and even if your four day old baby was peacefully sleeping just like his dad you couldn’t help but get up from your spot and check up on him. You look at his tiny hands before your eyes move up to his face where you can tell his cheeks are still a little flushed from all the crying he had done just over an hour ago. 

You couldn’t stop your fingers from running over his hands, chest, nose and soft cheeks before you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and when he slightly moved in his sleep before his tiny hand wrapped around your thumb you were close to crying again because he was perfect and made your heart feel fuller than you ever thought was possible. 

“You okay, gorgeous?” You jumped slightly at the sudden sound of Mason’s voice having gotten used to the silence for the first time that day. “Sorry, it’s just me.”

“You sure? thought Leon was talking to me” you whispered before turning your head to look at him, catching him playfully rolling his eyes before making a comment about you being hilarious. You took a moment to look at him, at his puffy eyes and pretty smile that no matter what would always make you fall even more in love with him even if you weren’t sure how it was possible. 

“What are you doing up, darling?”

“I just can’t sleep.”

“I’ve told you to wake me up.” He had, about ten times and you would always tell him that you would but never followed through with it.

“I know but you have a game tomorrow, Mase.”

“It doesn’t matter more than you two now can you come here?” he said patting the space next to him for good measure and you do as he asks once you glance at Leon again to make sure he was fine. You join Mason under the white silk sheets and it only takes a second for him to wrap his arms around you and pull your body against his as your head rests on his chest and your legs tangle between his and when Mason runs his hands down your arms and back he lets out a low sigh. “Baby, I can feel how tense you are.”

“I’m sorry, I just feel like I can’t relax for even a second.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything but you have to try and take advantage of the moments he’s actually asleep.”

“I know but I just had to make sure he was comfortable and breathing.”

“Y/n.”

“I can’t help but feel worried all the time.”

“I know and that’s okay because so do I and I don’t think we’ll ever stop worrying but we’re doing a good job, y/n. We’re still new to this and maybe we won’t always be perfect but that’s okay because we’ll learn from everything and then do better the next day and the day after and every day after that because this is what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” You didn’t even notice that you had started crying until Mason pressed kisses to your tear stained cheeks mumbling for you to not cry. “You’re so fucking perfect and you’re already the best mum in the world. Leon is one lucky little boy.”

“He is lucky to have the best daddy in the world too.”

“I reckon we make the best team, all three of us.” You just hum before a silence falls over the both of you, well three of you and for the first time that night you felt yourself fully relax. “I can ask mum to stay over for a few days when she comes over tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to bother her.”

“You won’t, baby. She would never say no to see Leon and be here to help us out but I just want you to be fine with it before I ask.” He had been thinking about asking his mum to help around the first couple of days especially since he had to go straight back to playing and training but he wanted you to be okay with it before asking. Your feelings were the most important to him and Mason didn’t want you to ever think he didn’t believe you could take care of Leon by yourself.

“We can ask her. It would be nice to have her here.” You both settled in another comfortable silence and even if the feeling of Mason’s fingertips gently drawing patterns up and down your back would normally help put you to sleep you were still unable to close your eyes. You thought Mason had fallen asleep but he was watching you with half closed lids and when you leaned up from his chest to look over at Leon for the fourth time in what felt like just a minute he spoke up.

“He’s fine.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling just by the tone of his voice.

“Am I being stupid?”

“Never.” He smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then lips. “If it makes you feel better I can pull him a little closer to you, mumma.” You just nodded your head against his chest and just a second later Mason was up and walking around the bed to do exactly what he knew you needed.

Mason was a little surprised when he walked up to the cot and was met by two big brown eyes staring straight up at him but he couldn’t hide the smile that took over his whole face. “Oh, ‘ello there mate,” he whispered, not wanting to startle the little boy. “Did mummy and daddy wake you up?” You had immediately sat up against the headboard when you understood that your baby was awake as you waited for Mason to push Leon closer to you. “Yeah? we’re already annoying you, hmm?” you couldn’t help but giggle at Mason’s words and when he stopped talking your son started crying. His loud wails was something the both of you had gotten used to pretty fast. “Oh, no no, come here. None of that, no tears.” You don’t think you’d ever get to see anything more perfect than Mason cradling your son against his bare chest. 

“I think he just missed your voice.” Mason couldn’t help but smile at your words, his heart feeling full at the idea of his son recognizing his voice. 

“I guess all that late night talking to your bump helped.” The memories made you smile. 

“Yeah, I can already tell he loves you, just look at how he settled right away.” You loved seeing Mason hold Leon but you couldn’t help but outstretch your arms for your boy, having missed holding him. Mason doesn’t leave your arms empty for long before he gently places Leon in them and when he starts fussing you laugh before looking at Mason. “See, such a daddy’s boy already” but when you pull your shirt up his little cries stop the second his lips wrap around your nipple and you feel a weight lift off your shoulders as another worry of yours leaves your mind.

Mason was looking in awe at the both of you as his fingers gently stroke over Leon’s head and cheek before he presses his lips against your cheek. “Doing amazing, mumma.” You just smile before puckering your lips out and it only takes Mason a second to press his lips against yours. 

“It’s easy with you, Mase.” You lean your head against Mason’s shoulder and you’re not sure how long you stay like that before Mason gently speaks against your ear. 

“He’s asleep, baby.” You didn’t even notice but when you glance down at your baby his eyes are closed and both you and Mason can’t help but take turns in pressig gentle kisses to his cheeks. 

“I can’t believe we made him, Mase. He’s just so perfect. I don’t ever want to let him go.” 

“Mhmm, he is.” 

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you even more.” Not long after Mason takes Leon and gently puts him back in his place, this time a lot closer to your side of the bed and when he gets back under the covers and wraps you up in his arms you’re finally able to close your eyes and sleep until the early hours of the morning next to your boys.

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic #writing

[moronkombat]

johnny/kenshi throuple anon again. Imagine... both of them are all lovey dovey (in their own ways) outside of the bedroom with you and eachother... but the minute the clothes are off in the bedroom Johnny's damn near barking that he's gonna fill you up and Kenshi tries to be all indifferent about it but inside he's just. He's just hoping. Pleading. That he can get you fuller than Johnny can. Like... Kenshi's almost impatient to get inside of you AT LEAST. I imagine jealousy doesn't really run between them concerning you UNTIL it's this topic

it is a constant competition of who can fill you up the most, who makes you moan the loudest and who has you begging for more. you can never really give them an answer when they ask, you are too exhausted to even say a single word

[jihyocentric]

I see u want natzu. Me want natzu too

Mommy!Nayeon making Tzuyu cockwarm her strap for hours while she's working because Nayeon is just busy and Tzuyu had been trying to get her attention. Tzuyu getting her reward after for being so well behaved on her lap.

this fill will be different than the original ask because i had written this like. weeks ago. but i accidentally lost the draft and i don't want to write it again... hope you can still like this, anon!

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one of the things nayeon loved the most about tzuyu, was how much she tried to keep it cool and play everything as if it's nothing.

"if it's too big i can get another toy." nayeon told her, her hands on the sides of tzuyu's waist. it was quite the sight. tzuyu was absolutely beautiful despite not really recognizing the proportion of her own beauty, but nayeon was always there to remind her.

the younger whimpered, lowering herself further. the stretch was surely overwhelming, and although she was wet enough for it to slide in with less effort, she wasn't used to that size. but tzuyu wouldn't give up now. nayeon left work aside only to take care of her, she wouldn't make her mommy disappointed, she couldn't bare to do it.

"i-it's okay." tzuyu breathed in. the toy was in to the brim, and tzuyu took small breaths with her head hidden in nayeon's shoulder.

"think you can move?" nayeon asked, one of her hands slipping between them to rub tzuyu's clit.

tzuyu was more of a giver, truly. she loved to please nayeon, she could spend hours doing that — she never got tired of feeling nayeon's thighs closing around her head and leaving her breathless, or the way nayeon moaned her name, giving her a sense of pride for being the only one capable to satisfy her mommy's needs.

but whenever nayeon took over, it was always exhilarating.

"yes, mommy." tzuyu said, moving her head away from nayeon's shoulder.

she used it as a support for her hands and tried moving her hips up and then down, testing the waters. tzuyu had never felt fuller. her lower tummy was slightly bulging, and nayeon noticed it, her lips curving into a smile when she realized just how big that toy was. tzuyu had used it on her before and nayeon always took it like a champ, but now that tzuyu was on the receiving end, the toy suddenly looked bigger than it really was.

noticing tzuyu's struggle, nayeon took control and held tzuyu's hips, guiding her down on the length, making it slide all the way back inside, and then lifted tzuyu's hips, repeating it that so that they found a pace. tzuyu whimpered, her cheeks getting warmer with each thrust, embarrassed for liking it so much. she shouldn't be, really, not when she was with nayeon, because all nayeon wanted was to make her good girl have a great time.

"you look so pretty taking me like that." nayeon told her, looking down to their joined hips to notice that tzuyu's slick was staining her pants. but she didn't care. "are you enjoying this as much as i am, baby?"

tzuyu moaned before she could answer. her walls were clinging hard around the strap, and she knew she'd come soon.

"l-love it, mommy," she whimpered.

nayeon let tzuyu ride her and gave attention to tzuyu's hardened nipples, twisting and pinching the cute buds in her fingers. tzuyu whined, moving a hand down to rub her own clit, and nayeon allowed her, knowing how desperate tzuyu might be — or else she wouldn't disturb nayeon while she was working just because she wanted to get fucked.

it was no surprise for nayeon when tzuyu came seconds later. she was quite amused with the way tzuyu always came fast, at least way faster than she did. tzuyu's head fell over nayeon's shoulder and she bit her lip hard, containing the loud moan. she humped nayeon's lap until she was done, wanting to keep feeling full, gushing around the length.

"there you go, baby." nayeon cooed, hugging tzuyu's waist and placing a kiss on top of her head. "feel better now?"

tzuyu nodded. "thank you, mommy."

"the pleasure is mine." nayeon brushed tzuyu's back. "but now i want you to get on your knees and clean this toy up, because i'll be using it on you as soon as i finish working."

tzuyu couldn't be happier to oblige.

#anon #nayeon #tzuyu #natzu #fill #i'm really not used to Not writing jihyo... #almost sneaked her in this but contained myself #mommies nahyo though...

[bruhlsbees]

KNOCK THREE TIMES ; murray bauman x fem!reader

summary: after losing his job at the chicago sun-times, murray bauman seeks comfort in his equally, if not more, eccentric next-door hippie neighbor

warnings: drinking, smoking the devil's lettuce, smut (18+ only: fem rec. oral, dick riding, creme pie, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, foot massages - this is grade a vintage smut at it's finest) slight dubcon (reader and murray are under the influence but are both really into each other and it's not weird/dark), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: murray bauman x fem!reader

word count: 4,282

a/n: kisses to all the fellow murray stans and your patience with this! i hope y'all enjoy, it's my first fic in a few months and it was really fun to creative write again! <3 def would be open to write more murray fics in the future.

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - 1983

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He knew he would have to probably start looking elsewhere to live - no sense in living in the city when he was now unemployed. He also knew that his mother was due to call him any moment now, and that meant telling her the quite unfortunate news. 

It wasn’t like he was intentionally trying to get fired, but he also knew that this story could have been something big. Evidently, to the rest of the Chicago Sun-Times, they thought differently.

Murray could hear it now - his mother and her squawking-like voice ringing through the telephone.

“What thirty-six-year-old man gets fired for conspiracies? Murray Bauman!”

Rolling his eyes, Murray fell back into his couch, moving the phone down into his lap as he tried to ignore his mother’s lectures, debating in his head as to how he could get off the phone with her.

“...if your father were still alive he would be so disappointed in you, Murray. Why couldn’t you have been a respectable journalist? I never wanted you to get into this. You could have done something else. Anything else! A businessman, a lawyer, not some crazed reporter who makes up conspiracies and gets fired!”

By now Murray had had enough - he could only take his mother’s daily berating phone calls for so long before he finally just ended the conversation. 

“Well, Ma, this has been great, like always,” He began sarcastically, sitting back up and leaning his elbows into his knees, “But I gotta go. You know, gotta look for a job now that I’m the disgraced ex-reporter of the Chicago Sun-Times. I’m sure I’ll find a great job after this.” 

Before his mother could protest, try and belittle him longer, Murray extended his arm forward and slammed the telephone down, ending the tiresome call. 

With a sigh of relief, Murray stood up and made his way into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka he had sitting on the top of his refrigerator. Twisting the cap and flicking it off, Murray poured the clear liquid into his glass, fuller than his usual amount given the circumstances, before bringing the bottle up to his lips and leaning his head back. 

He knew getting drunk probably wasn’t the most logical idea - given how tense he was and how his emotions were through the roof, but when he felt the warm liquid run down his throat and into his belly, he knew it was too late to go back. 

Warm eyes flickered across the room to the front door, where the cardboard box with his desk belongings sat, Murray could only shake his head and bring the bottle to his lips again, downing another generous amount of vodka as his thoughts began to stir. Completely forgetting about the glass he had poured, with the bottle in his hand Murray made his way over towards the front door, looking down at the contents in the box before letting out a ‘tsk’.

“Disappointed…yeah, I’m sure he would be,” Murray muttered to himself. 

Before he could continue down his self-deprecating rabbit hole, the strong scent of pot flooded got stuck in his nose from the hallway, followed by the faint sound of footsteps and muffled music coming from next door. 

Plugging his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, Murray turned towards the door and looked out the peephole into the hallway, watching as a taller gentleman stood in front of his door, grinning and swaying a little as he tried to focus on what Murray assumed to be his next-door neighbor.

“So…can we do this again sometime?” He slurred, laughing a little to himself.

Murray could only roll his eyes at how obviously high this guy was - not that he had much room to talk given that he was tipping over into the realm of his own intoxication. As much as he wanted to ignore his annoying neighbor and their own life, he still couldn’t help but watch. 

“Oh…yeah, maybe!” You squeaked out, laughing awkwardly from your spot in your doorway. “You know I’m so busy nowadays with school and stuff, but I’ll give you a call! Yeah?” 

The sweet sound of your voice was like honey to Murray, sticking him to his door just so he could possibly get a glance at you. It was pathetic really, two individuals who had been living next door to each other for months now and yet still never got a glance at each other. 

And he knew it was wrong, and he blamed the vodka for it, but there was almost a possessiveness that came over him when the gentleman right outside his door - who lingered longer than he should have, waiting for the answer he so desperately wanted from you but so clearly wasn’t going to get. 

“So, yeah. Get home safe, okay?” Before he could get another word out, you shut the door and locked it, humming to yourself as you moved to your couch, plucking the half-smoked joint from the ashtray and relighting it. 

Meanwhile, back next door, after who he assumed was your friend left, he turned back towards his kitchen and went to make dinner, given that it was already getting late. 

It didn’t take long for Murray to whip up a dish of, well - something. He wasn’t really putting much thought into it besides trying to not set the meal or himself on fire. 

By this point, he was so soaked with vodka that standing anywhere near a match would probably be a bad idea. He pulled the dish off the stove and let the contents slip out and onto the plate he had sitting next to him. 

Pulling a fork out from the drawer, Murray made his way to the island and leaned over the plate, going to dig in and take the first bite before there was a knock at the door. At first, he ignored it, going to take a bite again from his fork when the knocking came again. The second time proved to annoy Murray more.

By the third knock, however, he was fuming. He didn’t expect himself to be this annoyed over the knocking at his door, but he was starving and all he wanted was some peace and quiet after the shit day he had and the even more shitty phone call with his mother. 

“Oh, what is it now?!” He cried, making his way to the front door and swinging it open, a little rougher than usual.

“What?!” He snapped. 

Jumping slightly, you blinked at him slowly, you weren’t expecting the hostile answer to your knocking. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, did I disturb you? I just wanted to know if you had a couple of slices of bread? See, I got all the stuff for the sandwich, but not the bread.” 

When the scent of pot finally hit him and your voice rang into his ears, he gawked at you - not realizing that his next-door neighbor all this time was actually an attractive woman his age. He could only feel like an idiot now for making his first impression with you so poorly.

“No! No, I was just eating. Sorry, it’s been a long day. Uh, bread? Bread, yeah, I got that,” He could tell that you were high from the smell coming off you and the bloodshot eyes, but it wasn’t like he was any better. You could tell he was drunk by the teetering and flushed cheeks. 

Following him into the kitchen, shutting the door behind you, you leaned against the counter awkwardly, watching as he rummaged through his cabinets and on the counters for his loaf of bread that he insisted on having. 

“I’m sure it’s here somewhere…just gotta,” He shoved a stack of papers off the counter by accident, the loose leafs flying across the floor, “Shit, sorry! Don’t mind the mess.” 

You jumped back a bit from the papers, but judging by how cluttered even his kitchen was, it was going to be a minute before he found it. Turning towards the island, you looked down at the plate of pasta mush and what you presumed to be just a glass of water and not vodka, mouth salivating.

Forgetting that you were in fact not in your own apartment, you leaned forward and picked up the fork, stealing the first bite of his meal that was already on the plate. It was good, way too fucking good for the state of mind you were in right now. Setting the fork down, you picked up the glass and brought it to your mouth. 

The next turn of events seemed to happen quicker than either of you could process. Murray turned with the butt ends of the loaf in his hands, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you eat his meal and begin to take a sip of his vodka, only for you to sputter out the vodka and nearly drop the glass on the floor. 

“What…the fuck was that?!” You gagged, trying to spit out the taste from your mouth.

“It’s vodka! Why are you eating my dinner?” Murray cried, tossing the bread down on the island before quickly getting you a glass of water, helping you drink it quickly without you choking on it until the taste was for the most part washed out of your mouth. 

“Jesus, are you that high? You’re lucky I’m not a psychopath! Do you do this with everyone in the apartment?” 

The questions that came out of Murray one by one were only waved off by you, making yourself comfortable and sitting down at one of the stools he had around the island. 

“My bread guy is out of town,” You swayed a little as you sat, your high beginning to peak and your body going lax. “I smelled you cooking and thought maybe you’d have bread.” 

At this point, Murray couldn’t even tell if this was reality or not. Was he that drunk? Did his weird hippie neighbor seriously knock on his door high out of their mind and steal his dinner and almost choke on his vodka?

“You have a bread guy?” Was all that Murray could come up with.  

Not having any shame, you took another bite of the pasta before passing him the fork. Giving in, Murray sat at the other stool and began to share his dinner, realizing he was far too drunk to even care anymore. 

“It’s that old retired high school teacher,” You explained. You know the one who is always gumming and hanging around the lobby trying to shoo out the solicitors?” 

Watching you take your bite and then give the fork back to him, Murray took a bite and shook his head, processing now who it was before passing the fork to you, the dish beginning to shrink until there was no more left. 

“Well, he’s not doing a great job. I gotta threaten to call the cops on those people at least twice a week!” Murray complained. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, catching Murray pleasantly off guard. He smiled a little and shook his head, pushing the empty plate out of his way before picking up his glass of vodka, and finishing it off. 

“I’m serious, he’s a nut,” Murray laughed, “And that’s coming from a nut!” 

“How many nuts do we have running around the complex?” You joked, smirking as you leaned back a little, moving to stand up and now walk around his apartment, into the living room where you looked around at his belongings. “That makes five just on our floor!”

Standing up, Murray followed you, watching from the doorway as you went through his records before finally picking something and putting it on the player. When the sweet tunes of Simon & Garfunkle came through the speaker, Murray made his way further into the living room, sitting down on his couch. 

“A hippie, an ex-journalist, a retired school teacher, the crazy cat lady, and the guy who is obviously a spy or something.” Murray listed off. 

Stopping your swaying to the music, you turned and gawked at Murray, stomach dropping. 

“He’s a snitch? I knew it! He’s so shady,” You squeaked, voice going soft as if the neighbor was listening, “He’s such a stiff! Always in those stuffy suits and weird sunglasses. Like, we’re indoors buddy. Why do you need the shades?” 

Sitting down now beside Murray on the couch, you leaned into the back of the couch, sitting on your knees. 

“You said…ex-journalist,” You began, more seriously. “Did you get fired or something?” 

Sighing, Murray brought the glass up to his lips and tilted back, finishing the glass before setting it down on the coffee table. “Yeah, today actually,” He confessed. “There’s this story, one I think could be really big! Well, the Chicago Sun-Times seems to think differently. Saying it's a hoax and a bunch of rumors from a small town that wants attention in the city. ‘A bunch of crap’ they told me.”

Frowning, you listened carefully to him speak, giving him the opportunity to get things off his chest. 

“What’s a bunch of crap is that entire paper. All they want to do is write about the same boring issues we all know aren’t going to change anytime soon.”

Nodding in agreement, you adjusted yourself to now sit flat on his couch, leaning back to extend out across the couch and in his lap. 

“It’s too bad really, I would have liked to hear about this big story.” 

Shrugging his shoulders, Murray’s hands rested on your feet. As much as he wanted to agree, he knew nothing would have come from it. Nobody would take him seriously, even now if he went somewhere else and pitched it. They’d all think of him as some crazy conspiracist. And part of him wondered if they were right. Hell, the only one who seems to be interested in it is his stoner hippie neighbor who was currently in a food coma and coming down from their high on his couch.

“Maybe someday.” He stated, leaning back into his couch and closing his eyes, “But I don’t need to pour my pathetic sob story to my neighbor of almost a year that I just happened to meet tonight for the first time.” 

If it weren’t for the two of your states of mind, Murray knew he would have already kicked you out a while ago. But he was quickly starting to grow on the idea of having you around for company. Maybe he judged you a little too much on assumptions. 

You, on the other hand, were pleasantly surprised with how good dinner was, not having had such a rich and filling dish in days really. It had been whatever scraps you could find lying around your place since you hadn’t gotten paid yet to go to the grocery store. You weren’t even aware of how many boundaries you had crossed tonight and the obvious social cues that were given to you by Murray. Not only did you barge in asking for bread, but you stole his dinner, and now were on the verge of napping on his couch.

It was even harder to stay awake on Murray’s couch, lying down with your feet in his lap, his warm calloused hands rubbing out the knots in your feet. You couldn’t help the little moan escape your mouth when you stretched your feet out more, toes digging into the inner part of his thigh, unaware of how they were wrapped around his now growing dick. 

“I’ll have to bother you more if it means a free meal and a foot massage,” You teased, “You do this to all the girls in the complex?” 

Letting out a weak laugh, Murray tried his best to not roll his hips into your feet, doing his best to cover up his disgruntled groan with his rebuttal. 

“Only the dirty hippies who smoke way too much weed.” 

The usual diss would have pissed you off if it was anyone else, but it was Murray and Murray seemed to be just as weird as you were. And while you were both heavily intoxicated in both of your vices - his being vodka and yours being pot, you could still tell too easily what was going on with him. 

On one shoulder, the little angel told you to stop, to not get caught up in another boy who was only going to waste your time, but on the other shoulder - with the devil that seemed to talk much louder than the angel, told you to see just how far you could take this. 

Watching as Murray’s right hand gripped the side of the couch, his left rested on your legs, you rolled your feet into his now obvious boner before retracting off him, his fingers sinking into your flesh to try and keep you still. Bending your knees up, exposing the underside of your linen dress, you could only smirk when his eyes followed, Murray’s breath hitching when he saw that you weren’t wearing anything under. 

“You offered dinner, the least I could do is offer dessert,” You spread your legs out a little to give him a better view, slowly pulling your dress up until it sat bunched above your pelvis. “Besides, it seems like you need a little pick me up after the day you had.”

If Murray wasn’t already intoxicated, he would have been at the sight of your pussy - already wet and swollen for him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and brought his hand up to grab at his cock through his pants, squeezing down to relieve some pressure before moving down to the floor, on his knees as you adjusted to sit facing him, legs now over his shoulders as he tugged you towards him. 

Wrapping his left arm under your leg to keep you held down, Murray’s other hand came up to your other thigh, laying it flat on his couch before finally inching forward and pressing his mouth over your pussy. 

The warmth of his mouth mixed with the slickness of his tongue had you bucking your hips up into his face, hands gripping the cushions of the couch as your mouth fell open. 

“O-Oh! Murray, that feels so good.” You exhaled, bringing your hands up to pull your dress higher up, watching him concentrate on sucking down on your clit and running his tongue up and down through your folds. 

Falling back into the couch, you whined and wrapped your hands around his head, keeping him held at your pussy while his hands were busy pinning you down. He continued to abuse your clit and folds, moving his right hand up towards your hole and circling his index and middle around it. Feeling your pussy flutter against his fingers before he pushed them deep inside, curling them up towards your g-spot. 

By now your body was sat up again, body curling around Murray’s head as you held onto him, crying as your hips continued to grind on Murray’s tongue, and now fingers, with your first orgasm of the night approaching.

With his nose pressed deep in your bush, he began sucking more carefully at your sudden song of going to come. He abused your pussy quicker, louder, and harder until your thighs clamped around his head, hips jolting as you squirted on his mouth and fingers. 

Trying his best to swallow everything you could give him, your body fell limp into the couch, panting as your legs became jello. Murray could only smirk when he finally pulled away, leaning back on the heels of his feet. 

He finally pushed his pants down over his legs and kicked them out under his feet, pulling his shirt off as well. His dick, now pointed out towards the couch, tip red and leaking with precum. Whenever he lost his balance a little, teeter back towards you on the couch, his dick would brush against the soft velvet of his couch and he hissed out loud, bucking his hips forward. 

“God, you’re…really good at that,” You said exasperated, helping him pull your dress off, panting as you sat up to look down at him with a grin at the sight of his beard dripping in your juices. “Come here, I wanna taste.” 

Pulling him towards you by his shoulders, your mouths connected in the middle, tongue already licking at his lips until your tongues found each other. Wet open-mouthed kisses now filled the room as Murray held you by your waist, moving to trade positions with you, sitting you down on his lap. 

You first ground against his dick, hardening nipples brushing against his own and the soft fuzzy hair that grew on his chest and stomach. 

“Mmm, can I sit on your dick?” You asked quietly, lips still lightly against his. Without saying a word, Murray nodded and pushed you back towards him, mouth going back to yours.

Pushing yourself up, you settled back down onto Murray’s plush thighs, hard dick sinking up into you. A groan escaped from you when you finally settled down onto his lap. His arms came and wrapped up and around your back while your arms hung over the back of his couch. Nails and palms gripping onto the couch cushion tightly.

Moaning into each other’s mouths until you needed to pull back down to catch your breath - a string of saliva connecting you both as you pulled away. Leaning back to rest your hands on his knees, extending your exposed front torso to him, you couldn’t help the tightening coming from your core, his tanned cock pulsing inside causing you both to let out a disgruntled moan. 

“I-I’m not doing that on purpose,” You confessed, continuing to grind down into his lap. 

“I know,” He groaned, hand moving down to cup your ass before squeezing the plush flesh, smacking you once and pulling you closer to him, grinding your hips hard onto his lap, whining as his hands gripped harder on your hips.

“But…don’t stop doing it either.” 

Clenching down and around him harder now, you bent your elbows to hold onto him better, feeling his hands return to your hips as he began fucking himself up into you, your body practically a rag doll in his arms. 

“Murray, I-I’m going to-”

Before you could properly finish your sentence, your body tensed up in Murray’s arms. Your eyes going cross and your teeth coming down to dig into your bottom lip. 

Murray continued to fuck his way up into you through your orgasm: your toes curling and heels digging into his sides, body shaking violently as you creamed around his dick. 

Fighting to keep you sat still and not moving so much, Murray held you even tighter to him, his mouth coming down on your right nipple, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud while his right thumb and pointer twisted and pulled the once free nipple. 

“Murray! It’s…it’s too much!” You whined, beginning to try and squirm his way off from how intense your next orgasm was hitting you so quickly. “I’m so sensitive.” 

Without removing his mouth and hand from your nipples, Murray began to fuck his way, hard, up into you, his own orgasm finally catching up to him. Before you both knew it, you were coming down together.

Overstimulated now, you could only hover over Murray’s dick, the mixture of both of your cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, dripping onto the tip of Murray’s dick and sliding down the sides. Panting hard, Murray grabbed your hips and steadied you before pushing you back down on his dick, the sticky mess spreading across your legs and inside you. 

“Murray!” You sobbed, pushing back as your hips jolted on him, “It’s too much.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess,” He teased, pulling you back towards him to kiss your cheek. “Are you all sore? Pussy too sensitive from my dick?” 

Rolling your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, facing against his neck.

“You’re so mean,” You joked, a small smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. “I take it back, I don’t ever want dinner or foot massages again!” 

He could only laugh, knowing by the dramatic tone you were speaking in that you were only joking. 

“I mean, you sort of invited yourself over. So if there’s anyone to blame it’s you,” He watched as you leaned back and went to playfully hit him, his hand catching your wrist before your hand connected to his face. “But, I don’t think it’s anything to get in a huff about, don’t you think, princess?” 

Blushing, you didn’t let your smile fall as you shook your head, agreeing with him despite not wanting him to know he was right. 

“So, what do you say?” Murray asked after a moment. 

“Say about what?” You questioned, eyebrow raised. 

“This, maybe…happen again? Next week sometime?” 

You were never one to jump into setting up another ‘date’ with a hookup after the first time, but with Murray it was different. Hell, if you knew what he was all about when you first moved in, you would have knocked on his door a lot sooner. 

Climbing off his lap, you gathered your dress off the floor and threw it back on, pulling your hair out from under before making your way towards the door.

“Yeah, you make the dinner and I’ll bring the dessert.”

Opening the door, you turned and smiled at a now dressed Murray, who made his way towards the door behind you and leaned against the opened door. 

“It’s a date then, princess.”

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All is Fair in Love and War

(But I can’t take this anymore)

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Chapter One “I’d Do Anything You’d Ask Me To.”

Summary: Six years later, Din walks the streets of the busiest city of Tatooine, waiting for something—or someone—to inspire his fate.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word count: 2k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: SMUT BABY (oral sex M receiving), swearing, mentions of alcohol, canon-typical violence

Author’s Note: Yeeehaw I don’t really have a note LOL sorry. Also btw this story isn’t gonna have a new moodboard for EVERY chapter like MTL does, it will only change when something major in the story calls for it :)

Prologue

Masterlist

Tatooine, Bestine City, 0 ABY

Din Djarin walks through the beige and sun-damaged walls of the ancient capital of Tatooine. He can hear the excited whispers of a rebellion in the inner rim of the galaxy, but doesn’t care much about it. He stretches his neck, rolling it from side to side as he tries not to think too much about the heat.

He dips into a cantina, sitting at a table, trying to cool off. A droid walks by asking him if he wanted a drink but he waves it off.

Quietly he scans the room, looking for any suspicious types, or anyone worth a shag. There isn’t much hope, and certainly no one who looks anything like his current bounty. He sighs, knowing it was too early in the day for any excitement, or anything worth getting on his tired feet for.

A twi’lek girl wastes no time sliding into the booth across from him, however. Her skin is a pastel shade of purple.

“You look like you’ve got a story.” She giggles, her lips parting to show her fangs. Din doesn’t really get the appeal of twi’lek women, although he’s heard rumors of how they are in bed. He deliberately doesn’t answer, only shifting in his seat slightly to acknowledge that he heard her. “Ohhh a quiet type, my favorite.” She props her chin on her interlocked fingers, elbows angled 90 degrees on the table to support the weight of her head. “My name is Xi’an.” She holds one of her hands out for him to shake, her fingernails long and sharp, like the claws of a lothcat.

Din still doesn’t move, but she pulls her hand back unbothered. “Y’know, I’ve always wanted to meet a Mandalorian.” She grins. She was young, maybe only 18, Din couldn’t stand girls like this. “Tell me… what’s it gonna take to get you out-“

“Look if you want to have sex, just say it so I can properly deny you.” Din finally says, his voice deeper and fuller than she was expecting.

Xi’an looks visibly upset, offended even. “Fuck you.” She leans up right, “Is that all you think Twi’lek are good for? Sex? Way to push galactic stereotypes you bantha-shit.” She stands up, a droid holding a tray of drinks rolling past her as she does. She picks up a mug of ale and throws it into Din’s chest, his armor being covered in a stream of liquid.

“And for the record, I was gonna ask you what it takes to get you out of the Cantina. I have a bounty for you. But seeing as you’re too good to work with my type, I’ll find some other sad sack to pay.” She bites before turning around on a heel and strutting out of the cantina, her hand whipping back one of her tendrils over her shoulder.

The Cantina bursts into laughter and scattered “oooh’s”. Din looks around, admittedly embarrassed. He stands up, slams a credit on the table for the drink she spilled on him, and speaks up, “Shows over,” He says loudly for everyone to hear before following the girl back outside.

The streets of Tatooine are bustling, and hard to get through the dense foot traffic and varied merchants. Din tries to get eyes on the woman, mostly just to apologize for assuming, and maybe get some work in the process. However, the back alley-ways are twisting, and everywhere he turns he can’t shake the feeling that he’s just getting lost.

When the sun starts to set, he gives up. Maybe he’ll run into her sometime again. He makes a few turns, trusting his gut and dipping into another, grubbier cantina in a part of town that was clearly on the verge of being a slum. This time of night it was far busier, the band playing loudly as every seat in the bar was taken. Din was hungry, he needed to eat. It was hard to remember to eat without anyone reminding him. You’d think that after six years without someone to remind him, he’d be able to figure it out.

He can’t eat in a place like this, at least he can’t defeat physical hunger, but there's another type of hunger he might be able to take care of…

He never said he didn’t want to have sex, just not with that twi’lek girl. She was too young, too straightforward. And on top of that, he ended up offending her anyway.

Din advances into the Cantina, his eyes searching for something, someone to give him a sign. Maybe it was the hunger, or the exhaustion but he kept thinking he saw things. In the corner of the room, he swears he sees you. You in your blue beskar armor, arms crossed over your chest in disappointment that he hasn’t been taking care of himself… or even worse: he never came back for you like he promised he would. Every time Din turns to see the figure he swore was there, it’s gone, like it was just a fragment of his imagination. It probably was.

He does eventually run into a girl who caught his eye, her skin a deep, honey brown, a golden stripe of skin crossing over her eyes, and a cocked eyebrow that begged for Din to ask her name.

Before he knows it, the two of them are in a back alleyway, the mysterious girl dropping to her knees as she helps him pull out his cock. It sits heavy in his hand, thick, throbbing and untrimmed. It matched the rest of his body: rugged, tense, overworked, and in need of some care.

She’s making quick work of it, wrapping her ample lips around the leaking head of Din’s cocks, gently sucking pressure into it before she presses her face further in, taking more of his length into her mouth. She tongues at his cock, swirling around it and hollowing her cheeks to draw Din into her.

Dins moans are more like grunts, frustrated, needy and so low in his throat. His gloved hand plays with the short pixie cut of the stranger who sucks the life out of his sex. She moans against him too, and it’s delicious. He hasn’t had anything other than his own dry hand get him off in so long. She sucks him like her final meal, clearly experienced. Din was sure this wasn’t the first cock she’s had in her mouth tonight, and it probably won’t be the last.

Din lasts and embarrassingly short amount of time, grunting and gnashing his teeth and he unloads his cum into her soft, hot mouth. He throws his head back, beskar helmet hitting the back wall. He squeezes his eyes shut, not being able to hold back the thrust that hits the back of her throat when he’s finished riding his high.

When he finishes cumming, he swears he can hear a distant memory, a flash running over his eyes from almost a decade ago.

//

You laugh, your stomach hurting from how long Din has been making you laugh. “Stop it! Stop it!” You giggle, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. You lay on your back, trying not to roll into the campfire to your left.

On your other side lies Din, on his side, his head propped up with his arm. “I’m not kidding!” He sighs, “He looked at me and asked me if I would break his other arm so it wouldn’t look like an accident!”

“He thought everyone would think he was lying!” You sigh out in between laughs.

“Oh come one! It’s Kareem! Kaysh mirsh solus!! He’s always making accidents like that!” Din chuckles.

“Kandosii!! So did you do it?” You ask, rolling over to face him.

“Break his other arm?” Din asks, “No!” You both burst into laughter after that. You have to slide your hand up into your helmet to wipe your tears away.

The two of you finally calm down, and just lie there, under the stars, lost in the galaxy.

“If I ever asked you to break my arm, would you do it?” Din asked.

You sigh, “I don’t know, sounds pretty hard.” You shrug. “I could try… I guess it depends on the circumstances.” You say, shifting your arm to sit more comfortably under your helmet as a pillow.

“I think I’d do anything you’d ask me to.” Din says.

“Oh come on, don’t go soft on me now, Djarin.” You smirk under your helmet. You don’t say anything after that, the two of you just looking at one another’s emotionless helmets.

A quiet minute passes by.

Din is the one to speak up, “What color are your eyes?” He asks.

“Din…” You mutter.

“I know… I know we aren’t supposed to ask. It’s just I’ve always wondered and-“

You interrupt him before he can go any farther, telling him the color of your eyes. Your heart is reading because you’ve never told anyone that before. Yet, here you were. Telling him.

“You have to tell me yours now, y’know.” You say after a while.

He doesn’t even hesitate to say, “Brown.”

//

Din snaps out of his trance, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers. The girl stands up, eyes meeting his. “Handsome cock you’ve got there.” She giggles with a thick accent. “You know where to find me again.”

It’s discreet, but she holds her hand out, palm facing up. Din slides a few credits into her palm, and before he can ask if she would like the favor returned, she’s back inside of the cantina. Din thinks he hears a pot hit a wall, or something drop around the corner. He’s on his toes, looking around but with no luck.

Din sighs, not feeling like himself. He’s been getting those visions, or flashbacks or memories—whatever they are—more and more recently. He isn’t sure why. Although he’s sure it’s the guilt of leaving you behind that has haunted him ever since.

He makes his way back into the city, trying to stay in the quiet streets. However, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being followed. He’s sure it’s just his tired and hungry mind trying to play tricks on him, so he keeps trying to brush it off.

He can’t though, and every few paces he’s turning around, peering over his shoulder to see if someone is there.

It isn’t long before Din is on the outskirts of the city, back towards his ship. The desert gets cold at night, and he knows he must get back if he wants any chance of a good night's rest. The Mandalorian trudges through the sand, seeing his banged-up starship in the distance.

Din still can’t shake the feeling of being followed though, and he can feel himself getting nervous. He needs to learn how to repress those feelings better, the Armorer said so herself. He was still very young when it came to The Way. He took a steadying breath, and knew not to run. It would only cause catastrophe if he was being followed.

At one point he can hear his pursuer, he knows he can, so he whirls around his blaster drawn, but no one is there. He stands like that for a steady moment, scanning his surroundings and keeping his senses open.

When he decides to let his guard down, he turns back around towards his ship, only a few yards away.

What he sees nearly startles him: standing in front of his starship was a figure he’s always dreamed of, but has known to be dead.

A Mandalorian Woman in blue armor and shiny new blaster stands between him and his ship. He does a double take, blinking a few times.

“Are you a ghost?” He asks, clearing his throat.

You speak through your modulator, “You’ll wish I was.”

Chapter Two

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