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holidaywishes · 2 years

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Here We Go Again...

Hate Sex Part 2

Requested: 👍

Summary: It had nearly over a year since you and Auston hooked and you vowed never to do it again. Afterall, it was the worst decision you’d ever made, but for some reason you were drawn back in; especially during All-Star weekend...

Warning: smut, gotta have some angst in there and I guess some fluff?

Author’s Note: Hate Sex was only supposed to be a one-shot kinda thing but I got a request from @w0lvesxpaws to do a part 2 and I love me some requests, so here we are. It’s a lot longer than part one, with quite a bit more exposition but hopefully that’s not a drag. It is a lot more… fluffy than part one which I wasn’t expecting but that’s just what happened I guess? I hate that I haven’t had a chance to write lately and this week was the first week that I had to myself so when I got a request (even if it was Matthews) I just had to take it 😂. I hope this gives everyone a little boost of.. something lol! Enjoy, my loves <3!

P.S. I have no idea what time the 21 in ‘22 competition was at but from the video I watched, it looks like it was sometime in the early evening or like really early morning? So I changed some details to make it fit a bit more for what I was going for.

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After Freddie went to Carolina, there was a weird tension around Mo and Auston for some reason. You hadn’t really had a chance to get to know Freddie, him being besties with Matthews and all, but you knew that Morgan and him got along really well so you weren’t really sure what the issue was between them now. It all came to a head though when you went out with Mo and Tessa for lunch

“The whole Bieber thing is really getting on my nerves,” Mo sneered out of nowhere, “like we get it...”

“What?” you scoffed

“He’s been seeing all these posts again with Auston and Justin Bieber. A lot from before Fred got traded and it’s been messing with his head” Tessa explained

“Why...?” you asked, confused

“Because!” Mo exclaimed loudly, embarrassing himself in front of the restaurant patio and the passersby, “because,” he repeated, clearing his throat, “he’s a completely different person now than he was when Freddie was here and it’s only amplified when Bieber is around.” You tried to keep your feelings to yourself but you couldn’t help but be glad that Morgan was finally starting to see what you’d seen all along. A knowing smirk started on your lips and you thought you hid it well but Tessa noticed it

“We know this is how you’ve always felt about him” she scoffed

“Well...” you scoffed right back, “look, I’ve been dealing with guys like Auston my whole life. The ones who think they’re the best because they’re really good at something that someone else isn’t. The ones with a god complex because no one has told them no in their entire lives. The ones who treat people like stepping stones or who use other people as stepping stones...”

“What are you talking about? I thought you and Auston dealt with all this shit” Morgan sighed

“No,” you finally admitted, “I lied. It was the only way I could get the two of you to stop trying to make us like each other, because it was never gonna happen. He is who he is and it’s not someone that I like. You know I don’t hide my emotions...”

“You really don’t know him though, so you can’t make these assumptions about him” he countered and you scrunched your eyebrows together

“Wait..” you waved your hands in front of your face as you straightened your posture, “now you’re defending him? A second ago, you were saying how much you hated him an--”

“No, I said I didn’t like the person he’s acting like,” Mo interrupted, “I didn’t say I hated him”

“So why have the two of you been acting so weird around each other then?” you asked, leaning back in your chair again

“We haven’t” he said hesitantly

“She’s not wrong, babe” Tessa added

“See?!”

“No I don’t see...” he mocked you slightly

“There’s been tension, Mo,” Tessa continued, “I can never quite tell what it’s about but it’s there. I always just assumed it’s because you and him weren’t hanging out as much because of Freddie. Or me...”

“But now we find out it’s because of Bieber and Matthews’ attitude”

“We’re just trying to find a rhythm again,” he tried, “it’s a little awkward. That’s what you’re feeling; not tension, not hatred, just... awkward.” You could tell that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Mo wasn’t going to admit anything to validate how you were feeling and Tessa wasn’t going to push it any further than she had, so the subject was dropped and another was introduced. One you thought you’d never have to deal with again

“So, wait,” Tessa started, “if you lied to us, and you and Auston never dealt with your... issues, what happened that night? After we left?”

“Yeah you told us he was there for like an hour, talking everything out and you worked everything out. That the drama was over with...” Mo said

“I lied when I said that the drama was over with but not that we’d worked everything out” you corrected

“What does that mean?” Tessa asked, “how did you work everything out if the drama isn’t over with?” Suddenly, your mind was flooded with flashbacks of that night, the feeling of Auston’s tongue on your neck, his finger inside of you and your chests heaving against each other in sheer pleasure. You cleared your throat when you realized you’d drifted off for too long before smiling and answering their questions

“The drama will never be over with. Like I said, he is who he is and I don’t like the kind of person he is. You guys can’t try to fix or change that. Not all of us need to like each other just because we interact with the same people...” you rambled, trying to find a point in what you were trying to say, “we both agreed that we’d never see each other. That was the way we worked it out. If we never had to be in the same space as the other again, there would be no reason to... for anything dramatic to happen. Simple. Easy. Pain free.”

“That’s not very mature” Mo scoffed

“It doesn’t have to be mature, it just has to work” you sneered

“You’re a better person than that, (Y/N),” Tessa tried, “you should’ve at least tried to come up with a better solution”

“But I didn’t really want to,” you scrunched up your nose in response before letting out a little giggle, “guys it’s fine. We’re not friends and that’s fine, we don’t need to be. We came up with an solid excuse and you guys were completely unaware that we were lying because it was that solid”

“This can’t stay this way, you realize that right?” Mo said, leaning forward to put his arms on the edge of the table, “now that we know, we have to fix this. Try it again...”

“Absolutely not.” you said firmly, your tone sharp and decisive

“Yes”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Mo,” you argued, “it doesn’t need to be fixed. I don’t need or want him in my life and you need to respect that. I’m sorry there’s tension with the two of you right now. That’s your issue, not mine. I don’t need to change my relationship, or lack there of, with him.”

“Yes you--”

“Just drop it!” you interrupted, standing up to storm off. You didn’t want to go through all of this manipulation again, even if it meant you had to act like a spoiled brat to get out of it.

About a week after your lunch with Tessa and Mo, your best girlfriend surprised you with a trip to Vegas; which meant she had news to share but wanted to be in a crowded place with lots of witnesses. Which meant she was getting engaged and didn’t want you to flip a table or something. You hated being the last unmarried, unengaged, single friend in your group and Mary was all-too aware of this.

“Why Vegas? Why now?” you asked, knowing that the All-Star game was going to be happening when you were there

“Because Hockey!” she said, throwing her arms up in fake excitement and you scoffed

“All-Star weekend?”

“Yeah!” she smiled, “it’ll be fun. We’ll gamble a little, drink a lot, and watch some boys do some stuff with some sticks. Good times to be had by some besties. Say yes, please say yes!” she pleaded, holding onto your arm lightly as she leaned her face into yours and you tried not to break your pout, ultimately failing when she repeated ‘please’ right against your cheek

“FINE!” you laughed, “fine, okay, but I am not gonna like... try to scope out anyone for you to cheat on Kyle with. Professional athletes are not the way to go.”

“Why not?” she asked with a fake frown

“Too cliché” you joked and the two of you giggled in response. When you arrived in Vegas, Mary barely let you put your bags in the room before dragging you down the strip

“I can’t believe we’re here!” she exclaimed and you smiled lightly to yourself as your friend skipped in front of you

“Are you gonna tell me or not?” you said, wanting to hear the news sooner rather than later

“So impatient” she teased

“Mary...” you sighed, stopping in front of her and placing your hands on her shoulders, “I already know what it is so why wait to tell me?”

“You don’t know what it is” she scoffed

“You’re engaged” you spat out, your friend’s jaw dropping as soon as the words left your mouth

“BUT HOW-- was I that obvious?” she said, “I’m not even wearing the ring?!”

“The trip is what gave it away, babe,” you laughed, “you didn’t want me to make a scene so you took me to a place where there’s always people around”

“Well, fuck” she groaned

“It’s fine,” you replied, “we’ll still have a good time. We’ll drink and gamble like you wanted to, we’ll even go see the Skills competition if we can, it’ll be fine”

“Do you hate me?”

“God no!” you laughed, intertwining your arm with hers, “no, I could never hate you. I love that you’re in love, you deserve it. Really.” She beamed her sweet smile before making a sharp turn into the Venetian hotel, determined to ride on the gondola. It was there that you saw a few familiar faces and hoped that they didn’t see you

“(Y/N)?” someone called out and you squeezed your eyes shut before Mary nudged your shoulder

“Fuck” you sighed, still not turning around

“(Y/N)?” he repeated, this time right behind you so you were forced to turn around and respond

“Hi Auston,” you said, feigning that you were happy to see him for Mary’s sake, before turning to Freddie, “how are you Fred?”

“I’m good, thanks,” he smiled, shifting where he stood and you returned the smile, “how are you?”

“I’m doing well!” you replied, “we’re just here celebrating... Mary here just got engaged”

“So you’re at the Gondola ride? Isn’t this supposed to be super romantic or something?” Auston scoffed and you rolled your eyes

“When in... fake Rome” Mary joked as the line began to move

“Well, why don’t we join you then?” he asked and all you could do was glare at him, hoping he’d get the hint and just walk away; but nothing. He and Freddie just stayed in line with you

“If there’s room!” Mary exclaimed, “it could be fun”

“Yeah sure, I’ll give it a try” Freddie added but before you could interject anything, you were directed onto a boat. You giggled when Freddie nearly tipped the boat over when he walked in before sitting beside you, leaving Auston to be right across from you. It was a tense ride. You felt awkward beside Freddie since the two of you had never really spoken much when he was with the Leafs and Auston was... well Auston. You glanced over at Mary a few times and, by the look on her face, she was also feeling the awkwardness. When the ride ended, the four of you fought to get off the boat without rocking it too much and falling into the water; Mary pulling you aside to talk to you

“What the fuck was that?!” she yelled quietly

“What?” you replied dumbly

“(Y/N)...” she tsked before the guys came up behind you again

“So, what’s next?” Auston asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes, “anyone hungry?”

“I could eat” Freddie and Mary said at the same time

“I’m actually not feeling well,” you lied, “lot of rocking on that boat, you know? I should probably grab a cab and make my way back to the room...”

“Where are you staying? I’ll take you back” Auston offered and you furrowed your brow

“No, that’s fine,” you replied with a grimace, “you guys go out to eat, I’ll be fine.” Mary insisted that they wait with you for a cab but pulled you away from the two NHLers to continue asking what was going on, “nothing,” you lied again, “there’s nothing going on”

“I don’t know if I was feeling sexual tension or like... anger but something was going on”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“(Y/N)!” she yelled, bringing Auston and Freddie’s attention to you and Mary had to calm herself down as you got into the cab that had now appeared in front of you, “(Y/N), stop playing dumb. What is going on?” you sighed, peaking over the door at Freddie and Auston

“I don’t like Auston and I don’t feel like wasting my time around him,” you smirked, before slamming the door, “but you can. Bye!” A few hours later, Mary stumbled through the door to the hotel room before calling your name

“I don’t know why you don’t like them, they’re lovely” she slurred

“I said I didn’t like Auston, I didn’t say anything about Freddie” you corrected

“Well, he seems to disagree”

“Well...” you stammered, a little surprised but you brushed it off; it was what it was. “You had fun then?” you asked

“Oh my gosh, yes!” she exclaimed, “they invited us to a party!”

“They invited you to a party” you scoffed

“NO! US!” she corrected you loudly, falling into you with her hands on your shoulders, “Auston was the one who insisted you come”

“Mare...” you sighed, “I’m not going to party with them”

“Oh yes, you are”

“You’re drunk. I don’t even think you should go”

“Oh, it’s not tonight. It’s tomorrow, after the skills competition”

“Ohhh,” you said, “no”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yep”

“Nope”

“YES!” she yelled before passing out on the couch and you shook your head. There was no way you were going to that party, or so you thought.

Auston’s P.O.V

You found (Y/N) and Mary in the small crowd watching the 21 in ‘22 game on the strip and suddenly felt the need to put on your best show. The first shot wasn’t exactly what you wanted but you could still come back from it, so you took your place in line and looked into the crowd, catching (Y/N)’s and winking at her quickly before turning back to the game. You laughed with the guys as you watched their attempts but always looked back to find (Y/N) and Mary’s reactions, this time seeing (Y/N) roll her eyes and whisper something to her friend who tilted her head as (Y/N) walked away as your turn came to an end and you were officially out of the competition. You found Mary when the game was over and asked her where (Y/N) went, Mary just shrugged and gestured in the general direction that her friend went off in

“She said she was cold and then went that way,” she said, “I told her just to wait and that the game would be done soon... but she doesn’t always listen”

“Oh don’t I know it” you scoffed playfully before walking with her toward the building she thought (Y/N) went into

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Mary asked

“What do you mean?”

“I mean why does she not like you but you seem to like her?”

“She likes me,” you laughed, knowing more than you were letting on, “she just likes to play like she doesn’t”

“Nah,” Mary countered, “I know her. If she doesn’t like someone or something, she’s not gonna hide it. She’ll be polite, sure, but she’s not gonna go the opposite. She’s not gonna play hard to get, that’s not her jam”

“Her jam?” you questioned with a bit of a giggle

“Her move?” she laughed in return as the two of you entered the lobby of the Bellagio, “I don’t know, that’s just what I say when I don’t feel like saying ‘her thing’”

“Well maybe you don’t know everything about her” you whispered, almost teasing her

“Yeah...” Mary furrowed her brow, “I’m sure that’s it”

“Mary, Auston...” (Y/N) greeted, trailing off as she said your name, “what’s going on?”

“We came to find you” Mary answered

“The game’s done” you added

“I gathered,” she bit in return, “Mary we should go. We’ve got that thing”

“You mean the party?” you chimed in

“No,” (Y/N) corrected, “a different thing. A more important thing”

“More important thing? What are you--” Mary asked but quickly realized what (Y/N) was doing and decided to go along with it, “right! for my Bachelorette!”

“Exactly”

“Didn’t you just get engaged?” you said

“It’s never too early to plan” Mary said as (Y/N) dragged her away. You were sure you’d see both of them at the party, Mary had the details, so you let them lie their way out of the lobby for now.

“Mary, seriously,” you whined, “I’m not going to this stupid party with a bunch of cocky hockey dudes looking to... act like cocky hockey dudes in Vegas. Let’s just do something else”

“We were invited,” she said, leaning into the mirror to put on her eyeliner, “it would be rude for us not to show up, at least for a little while”

“One drink,” you urged, “that’s it. One drink and we’re out”

“Fine, mom, one drink.” That rule was quickly thrown out the window as she immediately took two shots when she got to the bar and gave you two shots

“Mary, I said one drink”

“Shots don’t count!”

“They’re still liquid, liquid is a drink, therefore they count”

“Oh my god!” she groaned, “you’re such a buzzkill. Drink the tequila!”

“Yeah, drink the tequila,” Auston said as he creeped in beside you, “it’s good for you”

“You drink it then” you sneered and walked away in irritation

“You’re friend’s just trying to have a good time, why are you being so rude?”

“Rude? I’m not being rude, I’m just not sure why you keep showing up” you answered, the words sharp as the music blared across the room, forcing Auston to get close to you

“I was the one who invited you two” he shouted over the music

“You could’ve left it at that,” you shouted back, stepping back from him to open the gap, “instead of invading my space”

“I’m just trying to be a nice guy” he closed the gap again

“But see, that’s the problem,” you continued to yell over the loud bass that was now beginning to drown you out, “you’re not a nice guy. Stop trying to be”

“What did I ever do to you?” he yelled back as you turned and walked away, pretending not to hear him, “(Y/N), STOP!” his voice boomed over the music as he grabbed your arm

“Let go of me!” you urged, pulling away

“What did I ever do to you to make you hate me like this?” he repeated

“Didn’t we have this conversation like a year ago?”

“As I remember it, we did something very different a year ago” he teased, the space between the two of nil and his eyes laser focused on yours, while you couldn’t help yours from dancing across his features

“We both agreed that should never have happened,” you said shakily before clearing your throat and stepping away, “and will never happen again.” You stormed off, away from the dark room and the loud music, the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip feeling like the most mellow place in comparison, desperate now to find a way home

“Oh, please!” Auston said as he followed you out, forcing you to groan loudly

“Leave me alone”

“You love this,” he scoffed, “this game. You wouldn’t play it if you didn’t”

“OH MY GOD!” you said with an angry scoff before spinning around to face him once more, “YOU’RE DELUSIONAL! There’s no game. I’m not playing anything. I would never play this kind of twisted game. I honestly think you might be insane”

“We had something”

“WE HAD SEX!” you yelled, “that’s it. It was a lapse in judgement fuelled by sheer hatred for one another. Not some game. Not some moment. Just something that should’ve never happened”

“Is that right?” he said lowly as he moved closer to you, a cab pulling up beside you, “then why do I catch you staring at my mouth constantly?”

“It’s not..” you hesitated, “I’m short, you’re tall, my eyes just land there”

“I think it’s more than that,” he whispered, leaning you back onto the side of the cab, “I think you’re remembering what my lips felt like your skin. I think you’re thinking about the next time you can kiss me…” You felt yourself take a deep breath before pushing back against him, your lips just barely missing his from the angle he was at

“I think you’ll always want me more than I’ll ever want you” you whispered against his mouth before you opened the car door and quickly closed it behind you, watching from the rear view window as he stood there motionless. The ride back to your hotel let you catch your breath enough that you found your composure again. Why was this happening again? The idea of him made you scream with irritation but every time he got close to you, all that anger built up and there only seemed to be one way to let it go. You made your way toward the elevator of the hotel lobby and tried to shake off everything that happened

“Surprise” you saw Auston’s smirk in the reflection of the elevator as you waited for the doors to open

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned, “why are you here?”

“We’re not finished”

“We are actually, because I said everything that needed to be said. Just go back to the party, Auston” the door opened and you stepped inside pressing the ‘door close’ button quickly so he wouldn’t follow you, but he had been too close to you to avoid it, “Jesus Christ, are you serious?”

“Admit it”

“Why are you so full of yourself?”

“‘Cause you wanna be full of me?”

“Ew” you scrunched up your nose

“Yeah, that wasn’t my best”

“Go back to your hotel, to that party, anywhere but here”

“Not until you admit that there’s something here”

“I haven’t talked to you in a year,” you scoffed, “you think I’d do that to someone that I had something with?”

“If it was a game”

“I swear to god,” you laughed as you threw your head back before feeling his eyes on your exposed neck, forcing you drop your head forward again, “how many times do I have to say this? I’m not playing games, I don’t play games. This is not a game. You need to get that into your tiny brain and leave me the hell alone.” The elevator dinged, the doors opening slowly, and you began to make your way out when Auston outstretched his arm in front of you to block your path but you rolled your eyes, arms folded across your chest, and ducked underneath to make your way down the hall, “don’t follow me”

“Too late” you could hear the smirk on his voice

“Stop!” you yelled, turning around sharply but he was closer than you thought and your body collided with his

“Shhh,” he said with a finger in front of his lips, a smile creeping across them, “don’t want to wake the rest of the floor.” You found yourself in front of your door but you weren’t going to open it until he was gone, “is this you?”

“No” you lied

“We should go inside” he leaned down until you pushed him back slightly

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, “you still think that this is a game”

“Because it is”

“It’s not,” you repeated for what felt like the millionth time, “this is you trying to get your way. No one has ever disagreed with you have they?” You could see him contemplating the question which led you to scoff and shake your head, “well let me be the first of many”

“You’re not disagreeing with me”

“Fucking hell, Auston,” you growled, “get over yourself.” You finally turned to put your key in the hotel room door and Auston was quick to rest his hands on your hips, leaning down again and putting his lips to your ear, his breath warm as it cascaded down your neck; the lock finally read your key card and you opened the door slowly. How are you going to get rid of him? Did you really want to?

“Nice room” he said as his hands wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him

“Stop” you said in a whisper before pulling his arms off of you

“Seriously?”

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t like you?”

“You’re giving mixed signals” he argued and, honestly, you knew you probably were

“Let me be very clear then,” you countered, dropping your purse and coat on the small table near the beds, “I think you’re a pretentious, rude, selfish, narcissistic, misogynistic asshole who’s never had anyone tell him he can’t do anything because you’re ‘good at hockey’ and that somehow means you can get away with being the kind of person you are”

“You think I’m good at hockey?”

“FUCKING HELL!!” you held your head in frustration, “that’s all you got? It’s not me sending you mixed signals, it’s you completely blocking everything out that’s not beneficial to you”

“So you’re telling me that you don’t yell at me and then fall back into me when I get close to you? That you don’t watch my jaw tense as I stare at your lips? That you didn’t shiver when lips were on your ear or when my hands gripped your hips?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Really?” He continued, “so I should go?”

“Absolutely” you let out a sigh of relief, he’d finally heard you

“Yeah?”

“Yes” you furrowed your brow

“I shouldn’t take off my coat and move closer to you?” He said as he did just that, your eyes watching as he made his next moves

“That’s what I’m saying, yeah”

“I shouldn’t then, I guess, help you take your heels off,” he smirked as he knelt down in front of you, fingers trailing your body until he got to your feet, the sensation of the 4-inch death traps being removed earning a moan from you that you didn’t anticipate, “we’ve been here before haven’t we?”

“It was the shoes” you replied, trying to contain your own smirk

“Yeah?” He asked, making his way up your body, his lips barely making content until the two of you were face to… chest. “So, if my hands wound up on your ass,” he whispered as you felt his hands circle your waist until they landed where he’d led them, “you wouldn’t let out a gasp?” You closed your eyes quickly when you couldn’t stop the noise from escaping your lips and when you opened them, you found him smirking back at you. Your hands unconsciously went to grip his shoulders, as if you were trying to balance yourself, and your breath hitched in your throat as his face moved closer to yours

“Mmm nope” you finally pulled away, shaking your head quickly as you did so, and continued to back away

“And those aren’t supposed to be mixed signals?” He scoffed with a smile

“You need to go home”

“Why? Afraid you might actually like me?”

“No”

“You want me to touch you though, don’t you?”

“I want you to go back to your hotel”

“Fine” he threw his hands up as he walked toward the door and you closed your eyes gently, feeling grateful that you avoided another bad decision, walking to the door as well so you could lock it behind him. “But before I go…” he said, turning around quickly and pinning you against the wall; your eyes falling to his lips as you felt his do the same

“Let me go” you whispered as his hands held you in place

“Make me” he grinned in return and you couldn’t focus. This was not where you thought the night would end and all you could think to yourself was here we go again... Your eyes finally left his lips, meeting his eyes next and he softened, his hands releasing your wrists from where they had been pinned and, in turn, they found themselves back on his shoulders. Fuck, you thought, don’t do it (Y/N). Your eyes bounced back and forth between his while your chest heaved as the two of you stood in a very familiar position. Just walk away, you thought once more, you did it before. He leaned down once more, this time his lips finally connected with yours slowly and deeply while he dragged his hands around your waist until they reached your ass for the second time tonight, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. A lot had changed in a year. He wasn’t as fast and harsh as he had been the last time you’d done this. It was almost like he learned something along the way. Heavy breaths escaped your lips as he kissed down your jaw to behind your ear and down your neck, nipping at your collarbone when you tugged at his hair, switching the always-present baseball cap backwards to get it out of your way. He moved to the other side of your neck, pressing a small kiss to your lips before he got there, and you tightened your legs around his waist, leading him to push you harder against the wall, as if the two of you were trying to keep you upright.

He reached a spot on your neck that had always been more sensitive on one side then the other and you let out a small moan, “that feel good?” He said, not moving his lips from the spot as he spoke and you freely nodded at the sensation that even his breath gave you. Fuck, you thought to yourself, your brain almost completely blank. His hands squeezed your thighs before planting his lips onto yours and setting you down gently, not breaking the kiss as he guided you back toward the open space where the two double beds were. Your hands gently trailed down his body until your fingers reached the hem of his black t-shirt, beginning to push it up and your hands caressed his bare skin underneath as the fabric cleared his head, lips parted only for a second before crashing back into each other. He began tracing his finger down your spine and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin, your arms now wrapped tightly around his neck and your hands tangling in his long hair. He hadn’t made too many moves yet and everything was moving at a glacial pace at this point that you pulled away from the kiss to move down his body, pressing your lips into his skin every once in a while until you got to the top of his jeans.

You began undoing the button before looking up at him to gauge his reaction, catching a smile before you pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down quickly; freeing his hardened cock. You glanced up at him once more before taking him in your mouth, slow as his kisses had been, looking up every once in a while when you felt his body move; head falling backwards, hands moving closer to your head, unsure if he should grip your hair or not. “Fuck,” he moaned out, “fuck,” you moved faster, adding your hands to speed up the process, truly hating the salty taste of him in your mouth but relishing in what you could do to him. His orgasm rushed over him shortly after that and your throat was quickly filled with his cum.

“Well jeez,” you laughed as you wiped your mouth, “that was a lot wasn’t it?” Auston chuckled in response, placing his hand under your arms to lift you up

“That was good for me”

“Great” you scoffed before heading toward the bathroom, needing to get the taste out of your mouth

“You could’ve spit, didn’t have to swallow” he teased, appearing behind you as you rinsed your mouth with water and then mouthwash, looking back at him in the mirror

“Didn’t I though?” you narrowed at your eyes at him before he leaned down to kiss your neck before moving to kiss your back. You watched as his body continued to move out of your eyesight in the mirror, the feeling of his lips impeded by the fabric of your dress, which he soon lifted up and pulled down your underwear

“Lace huh?” he snickered from behind you and you shook your head at what thought he must be having before all of a sudden feeling his finger push on your clit and his tongue began eating you out from behind

“Fuck!” you gasped, surprised at what was happening, “oh my god!” You relaxed into the pleasure and you were surprised at the sounds that released into the echoey room, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror just before you came. “Fuck, holy fuck!” you screamed, legs now wobbly, Auston catching you just before you fell, “where the fuck did you learn to do that?” You breathed heavily as he carried back to the bed

“What would you say if I said porn?” he laughed

“I wouldn’t be surprised”

“That’s the answer then.” Once he set you down on the bed, he quickly pulled your dress off before he climbed on top of you, pressing his body close to yours as he kissed you again. He shifted himself onto his shins before he pushed himself inside of you and you bit your lip at the feeling of finally being filled up by him. He lifted one of your legs up for a better angle, ramming his hips what felt like as hard as he could into yours

“Shit” you breathed

“You’re still so tight” he moaned

“Shut up” you said

“You don’t like that?”

“Seriously, Auston, shut up”

“Say my name”

“SHUT UP!” You yelled, turning the two of you around so you were now riding him. “Fuck, fuck, mmm, yeah,” you moaned as you bounced up and down his shaft

“Fuck” he breathed in return, his hand flat against your skin as it roamed your body, ultimately cupping your right breast. You could feel his thighs tense underneath you as you moved faster, urging you to slow down so you could feel him completely. When you slowed down, Auston sat up and placed kisses along your breasts before licking your nipples teasingly, earning a playful scoff from you, “you’re beautiful, you know?”

“You really need to learn to stop talking during sex, you know?”

“I think you need to know how amazing you are,” he said, his arms tightly wrapped around you to bring you close to him as you continued to ride him slowly, “I don’t think anyone’s really told you”

“What makes you say that?” You asked, furrowing your brow and draping your arms limply over his shoulders

“You wouldn’t be having hate sex with me if they had”

“So you think this is my low self-esteem fucking you?”

“Yeah, pretty much” he replied and you took a deep breath of pure annoyance

“Look,” you scoffed, “I just need you to stay quiet until we’re finished okay?”

“I can’t say anything?”

“Nothing,” you said, speeding up just a little, your back arching and pushing your chest into his body even tighter than it was, “unless it’s moaning”

“Fuck”

“Yeah,” you answered in a breath, “only that”

“You feel so good”

“Fuck” you moaned, lobbing your head back, letting Auston kiss up your exposed neck, his tongue gliding slowly against your skin until it reached that sensitive spot again. “Mmm, fuck” you breathed, letting him know he was where he needed to be and he kissed that spot until you came, surely leaving a mark, and you climbed off him, inching toward the edge of the bed so you could clean yourself off

“Wait” he stopped you

“What now?” You groaned

“Get in the shower with me”

“What?”

“Shower. Now” it was almost a demand but without the harshness that it should’ve had. He outstretched his hand to you and you took it hesitantly. He started the water first before letting you step into the shower first, closing the door behind him when he finally got inside. He knelt down and began messaging your legs with soap and all you could do was watch him

“What is going on?” You thought to yourself. He cleaned you off, grabbing the loofah from the shower shelf and rubbing it softly on your back until you had relaxed enough to fall into him; realizing quickly what was happening and snapped yourself out of it, “alright, you finish up. I have no idea when Mary is going to be back and you shouldn’t be here when she gets here”

“Mhm, sure” he smirked as you opened the glass door and grabbed a towel before cleaning up the mess the two of you had made around the hotel room. Clothes strewn everywhere like a hurricane had passed through. You slipped on an oversized sweatshirt that you’d slept in for years, perfectly tattered and comfortable, and waited impatiently for Auston to get out of the shower so you could push him out of the door.

“Alright!” You exclaimed when he finally appeared in a towel, “get dressed fast or take your clothes with you, it’s time to go”

“Relax, jeez,” he laughed, “how are you this tense after sex?”

“You can’t stay”

“Let me get dressed,” he said, taking the pile that was his clothes from you and sat down at the foot of the bed, “just sit down.” You sat up against the pillows and bit at the sleeve of your sweatshirt, watching as he took forever to actually get dressed but distracted by a collection of freckles on his shoulder blade. Before you knew it, you’d crept behind him and began tracing your finger across them, “hey there” he chuckled

“Huh?” You questioned, snapping back to what you were doing, “sorry, I just… have you always had these freckles?”

“Probably,” he replied, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder, “I don’t really look at my own back too often”

“Hmm,” you hummed before catching his stare, “what?”

“Nothing” he said before shaking his head and standing up to put his underwear and jeans on

“No, it’s something, what?” You insisted

“You just look beautiful like this, that’s all”

“Like this?” You asked, not sure what he was talking about. He sat back down, putting on his shoes that you’d also gathered from the mess in the other room

“No makeup, damp hair, drying into its natural wave, relaxed…”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, biting your sleeve again as he stayed turned away from you

“Doing what? Being nice? I told you last time I can be a nice guy, you j-”

“No,” you stopped him, compelling him to finally turn back around, finding you in a more vulnerable position than you’d been in in a long time. Certainly not with him, “complimenting me and telling me I need to be told I’m amazing?”

“Because you do,” he said simply, “and the compliments are more observations than anything”

“Auston, seriously…”

“I am being serious. (Y/N), I don’t know what guys you’ve been with that don’t make you feel good about yourself but let me be one that tells you how amazing you are and how beautiful you are. Believe it. You’re the only person I’ll ever work this hard for.” You waited a minute before doing or saying anything else but your body took over and you leaned in slowly, heat rising to your cheeks as your lips hovered in front of his, waiting for him to lean the rest of the way; your finger resting on the bottom of his chin curling enough to let him know you wanted him too. It was a slow kiss, passionate, yes, but sweet. Not really what you’d been used to, with him or anyone, and you sunk into it long enough for him to pull you into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mmm” you hummed and you could tell he was expecting a ‘nope’ to follow the way it had earlier but nothing came so he continued until you finally pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, letting the feeling of his lips leave yours before finally opening your eyes, finding his eyes staring into yours and dancing back and forth while you loosened your grip around his neck, “you should go” you whispered

“Or maybe I should stay” he said softly as you got off his lap and pushed yourself back against the pillow, shaking your head

“Mary will be back soon” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips before you raised your hand to your mouth once more. He squeezed your knee before standing up and placed a small kiss to your forehead

“Okay” he whispered but before he could walk away you grabbed one of his fingers so you could have one last kiss, your breath completely taken away as he cupped your face lightly. You bit your lip when you parted from the kiss but stayed close

“No more,” you said, “this was the absolute last time”

“Sure”

“I’m not kidding”

“Until next time” he smiled, pecking your lips once more before he finally left.

#Auston Matthews #Auston Matthews smut #Auston Matthews fic #NHL fic #NHL smut #Auston Matthews Imagine #NHL imagine #NHL #hockey #TML #masterlist #the other masterlist #hate s*x

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lostmykeysie · 1 year

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YASSSSS KEYSIE YASSSSS. You are fulfilling a need I didn’t know I had with that scene in the bathroom, cannot wait for the next chapter!

LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i said fastburn dorlene i meant FASTburn dorlene baby xxxxxxxx my girls are already fucking in the bathroom xxxxxx slags xxxxx

whilst we're here i am actually going to be cheeky and use this post to expand the tags SO

for two knights defence, my new wolfstar & dorlene fic (reggie is still a main character though lol love him and regus are still besties of COURSE) here is a brief expansion on the big three tags (minor character death, explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of violence):

Warnings

Graphic Depictions of Violence - The characters are all either part of the Order, the Death Eaters, or a vigilante group; they’re all fighting, and they’re all fighting each other. Their missions will be part of the main plot so we will see firsthand what those missions entail (violence!). - They have knives, wands, and some even have guns. And they absolutely use them, and sometimes they use them on each other. I don’t think the tag ‘morally grey character’ is wholly relevant here (though it probably is actually now I think about it given all the murder and stuff) but the approach to violence you typically see under this tag is definitely seen in this fic. These folks are stabbing people up and then sleeping like a baby at night okay - The main characters—Wolfstar especially—are not always on the same side, so they will fight each other, and they will hurt each other. However, the wolfstar romance is nowhere near slowburn, and Remus at least knows who Sirius works for from the beginning and therefore knows he’s not his real enemy, so it never gets to the point where they’re anywhere near killing each other. They’re both also insane so it gets to the point that violence is foreplay I’ll be honest - I will not be tagging specific violence CWs within the chapters because there will be varying levels of violence constantly throughout, however I do not anticipate it getting to gruesome horrifying levels or gore at any point so you’re fine on that front. If for some reason it does get a bit excessive I’ll flag that in the AN, but I doubt that will happen. Minor Character Death - Characters (plural) are going to die but none of them can be considered main characters—I want to make that absolutely clear—but that does not mean we won’t get to know them and sometimes even like them before they get killed off - All characters that die will be dying on screen; remember the graphic depictions of violence tag! Explicit Sexual Content - There will be explicit girl sex!!!!!! There will be explicit boy sex!!!!!!!! It won’t be every chapter but this fic is definitely smut heavy compared to other stuff I’ve written so gird your loins baby. - Both tagged relationships engage in debased slutty behaviour and we love that for them. We’re talking rough sex, mirror kinks, panty kinks, some absolutely filthy mouths, a bit of exhibitionism, possessiveness, aggressiveness, obsessiveness… I will flag the NSFW chapters in the AN at the beginning but I won't go any further than that in terms of a heads up so take heed.

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful anon #two knights defence #2kd #im not gonna lie folks #this is my fave fic so far and i've only written a prologue and a chapter lol #but i have planned this whole baby #and i am sooo excited to write it i am chomping at the bit #but i will finish TML first !!!!! only two chaps left!!!!!#the next chapter is jegulus btw but the last one is wolfstar #sorry to the jeggy haters #also i am soooo behind on everything as usual so give me a mo i'm sorry for being pants at communication #and everything else #anywayz luv u #kiss kiss kiss #what's your big three mine is sex violence and death

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jutsuuu · 3 months

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shinkami..save me…

shinkami

save me shinkami…

#somebody #come tell me what you like about them. im trying to respark enough passion to finish my fic #someone commented the other day that they love it even though it’s been almost a year since I updated #I feel so bad… that bitch was meant to be finished by now #i have the rest of it planned out but I need that je ne sais quoi to actually write the words #I would just use the shinkami tag but there’s so many pornbots I truly don’t have the energy for that #maybe I need to read TML again. or is that a separate urge because I miss it #I’m gonna schedule this for when people are awake to maybe answer and go read that in the meantime. save me Oregon girls…

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mlamhfynaeai · 1 year

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i have trouble crying to the point i spend months without, so, one day when i cried to a fucking doctor who fanfiction i put it in my head that every time i need to cry i would look up some 2009 doctor who fanfic with angst tag and dry myself out

and it works.

#its been a while now so ill do it again #i dont normally read dw fics that one appeard on my tml and i was like 'uuh this looks good lets see'#it was in fact very good it destroyed my focus on fckn chemistry class #doctor who #ao3 #fanfiction #crying #angst #ALSO THERES THIS EDIT OF 11TH 12TH 10TH WITH SOLDIER/POET/KING THAT JUST KILLS ME EVERYTIME I LOVE OT SO MUCH I CRY VERY HARD.

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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Sneak peek of my unnamed upcoming Michael Bunting fic that nobody asked for!

Smoothing down the orange fabric, a swarm of nervous butterflies enter her stomach as she admires herself, the way the dress hugs her body and compliments her figure

“Hadley,” a rattling on the door snaps her out of the trance. “How does it look?”

Grasping the handle, she opens the door with a smile on her face. Putting a her hand on her side she pops her hip, making the end of the dress swoosh against her thighs. Letting the smile on her face grow in anticipation of praise or positive reinforcement, she looks over herself one more time, “What do you think?”

“Oh honey.” Hadley doesn’t even need to look up. Those words in that tone she is all too familiar with. But she does, and watches Marci’s face contort into disgust. “This is all wrong for you.”

“What…what’s wrong with it?” Hadley cautiously asks, turning to face the mirror.

She has always struggled finding tops that fit properly and covered her breasts, it’s as if designers forget that women with large boobs exist, and they think a piece of unsupported cloth is sufficient for everyone. This dress has enough fabric up top to have a little bit exposed without leaving her vulnerable, and the built in supports help ensure everything is staying put. The length isn’t too long, or too short, ending at the perfect spot on her thigh. Even the colour which can drown out some, looks breathtaking out on her. Or so she thought.

Marci sighs as if to say she should know why, then walks up behind her and puts her hands on her shoulders. Keeping eye contact through the mirror, with a sympathetic smile, one that Hadley instantly knows is fake, she speaks, “It makes you look fat hun.”

Fat.

Hadley hates that word. But of course Marci being 5’10" with long legs, naturally blonde hair that can be curled, straight, up in a bun and every other possible way, doesn’t ever need to wear make-up – even though she always does – would say that. She has the physique to wear just about anything. Nothing has ever looked bad on her, she can’t look bad.

Hadley doesn’t have that luxury. Her naturally curly hair takes hours to straighten, and even then, it isn’t a sleek straight, it's a bit of a mess. Most pants and dresses are too long for her little legs, and always have to be hemmed, but she forgets to get them hemmed and has hangers of clothes that are an awkward on her. Most tops are designed for the 32B or C cup girl, not the 38DD or bigger. And so many of them are tight, showing off the curves and rolls Hadley wishes would just go away. It’s not that she eats unhealthy foods and avoids the gym – she uses the treadmill in her building at least twice a week, but the weight is stubborn, always has been, passed down from her mother, and her mother’s mother, and so on. It is a side effect of being an Evaline woman.

“The straps,” Marci snaps one and Hadley flinches when it connects to her skin. Continuing to examine the fit, Marci runs her hands down Hadley’s arms to her stomach, and pinches some of the weight that sits there, “it just doesn’t suit you.”

Hadley lets out a deep breath and continues to look over herself in the mirror. Hollowly squeezing her hand, Marci perks up her voice, completely unfazed by the impact her words are having on her friend. “We’re going to go next door, Mick wants a watch, get changed and come meet us?”

Hadley’s nods faintly as her friend releases her and walks away. She continues to look at herself in the mirror, eyes darting to every lump and bump. The longer she stares in the mirror the more her eyes adjust, and she begins to see everything Marci so expertly pointed out. How could she think this looked good?

“Your friends are assholes,” Tia states bluntly from a few feet away. Her arms are crossed over her chest and a look of disgust is plastered on her face having watched the entire thing. “This dress looks amazing on you.”

#it still needs a name #and a lot of the plot #but this idea came to me and it's like a little prologue plus a bonus of tfg #and i was so excited to write it i HAD to share it #michael bunting fic #tfg: tia adams #tfg #toronto maple leafs fic #release date: TBD #because i don't have enough fics on the go #michael bunting #TML

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kimvvantae · 2 years

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Omg tml5!?!?!? Hold my beer I'm about to binge the whole thing again to get ready for the new chapter! I remember you said that it was kind of your therapy to write this series, so I hope you're having the best time writing. Thank you so much for sharing with us 🖤 x

yayyyyyyyyyy glad to know you're excited!!!! yes i'm having a great time writing it!!! tbh i spend more time describing outfits/researching designer brands and stuff than actually developing some damn plot 🤥

#fic:the misadventures list #ask #also feeding the pinterest bin 🤥#funny bc i don't spend half this effort to describe outfits in any other fic #it's really important for tml #everyone has to feel the rich vibes 💅

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earlgreyinpajamas · 11 months

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can i pls have some merthur fluff recs??🫶🫶🤞🤞

Real Sweet (But I Wish You Were Sober) by GarlicDeadVampire

If Merlin has to act drunk, there's no harm in having a bit of fun, is there?

But then Merlin flirts with Arthur, and he flirts back, and suddenly a few (major) things change.

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fluff-angst mix bc unresolved pining but also them bantering and being in love so

2. we've been down that road before by soniclipstick (veriscence) (@soniclipstick)

Arthur sports a neon orange crown made of cardboard. Their daughter, with her rainbow coloured blanket-turned-cape, pink crown and toilet paper roll sword, is safe in his arms. Around Arthur's shoulders, a ruby red blanket serves as a cape. It flares and swoops as they spin around and around.

It’s missing a golden dragon on the left shoulder, Merlin thinks offhandedly.

And then Merlin remembers.

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them being a family!!! (also some light angst bc merlin doesnt remember their past until the very end of the fic but i couldnt not rec this glorious fic)

3. thank you by nightcereusss (@nightcereusss)

“I- Are you not angry?” Arthur asked.

“Angry? Why would I be angry?” Merlin brows creased in confusion.

“You got hurt,” Arthur bit the inside of his cheek, frustration bubbling over the surface. “Hell, you were lucky it didn’t kill you! Why would you do something like that?! You knew the risk.”

TML's BBC Merlin Finale 10 Year Anniversary Prompt Challenge: Week 9 - Healing, Love, Water

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the a/n is like the cherry on the cake of this great fic and the ending made me combust with fuzzies overload

#merthur fic recs #merthur fic rec #bbc merlin #merthur #merthur fanfic #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur kiss #merthur fan fiction #merthur fluff #merlin fic #merlin x arthur

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bisexual-horror-fan · 11 months

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*Kicks your door down*

BEXIBUS

May I have a fic w Freddy and the Reader on /his/ birthday and he's not expecting them to do anything for him but they surprise him? And uh maybe they put a lil icing on their titties for him to lick off?

And could I maybe??? Get a tiny bit of fluff w Reader booping icing on his nose and letting him know they'll never forget his birthday and they love him sksjfjs

Thank u v much for the chance 🥺

-Vic/TML

PS. May you dream of Freddy tonight and put ur cake in his face if yk what I mean.

Oh Vic baby, I know it has been a minute since you sent this in but it IS Robert Englund’s birthday today so I thought it was finally time to do this! Been a bit since the last Freddy moment, so I hope you enjoy it along with everyone else! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.4K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Pet Names. Lucid Dreaming. Sweetness. Surprising Freddy. Nipple Play. Food Play. Implied Oral Sex. Banter. Teasing. Freddy Being Freddy. Mild Knife Play. Domestic Fantasy. Lingerie. Dress Up.

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“Birthday Surprise.”

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It wasn’t easy to find out what day it was, it took some serious research and effort on your part but damn it, he was worth it. He had never brought up the day and you were positive there was a reason for that but it didn’t deter you, the risk felt worth the potential reward. He was surprisingly very giving to you in many respects, seemed that good moods were striking him more often than not and he was very willing to treat you, any sort of desire you had, sexual or otherwise he was willing to meet, seemingly loving and feeding off the positive energy it drew from you. So naturally you wanted to return those efforts back to him, put a smile on his face, show him that you were just as invested as he was.

The first way you wanted to do this was by celebrating his birthday, you had a feeling no one ever put forth much care into giving a fuck about him in any serious regard and certainly not about that, or if they had, he hadn’t even alluded to it, but you could fix that. You could make him feel special, make him feel like how he made you feel, make him feel important.

You know this was a complex thing, hell emotions seemed to be a touchy subject on the best of days but you had a good feeling about this. You worked on lucid dreaming, on getting your skills up so far to be able to accomplish what you had in mind, and thankfully, hard work was paying off.

He was always aware of when you fell asleep. He would feel it, be able to reach out and pull you to him. He also had a habit of liking to watch, he’d find you dreaming about whatever mundane bullshit and indulge in watching you for a minute or two before dragging you into a nightmare of his making or the boiler room, whatever setting he wished so when he reached out and found you tonight, he was surprised.

There you were, in a much different setting then he usually found you. A brightly lit, vintage looking kitchen, you in an apron and seemingly not much else, and consumed in your current task. A quick look around showed you were deep into decorating a freshly baked and thoroughly cooled cake. God, you looked good enough to eat, better than the cake by far. He was looking you over, the thin and sheer material hugging over your ass and hips, the lace top stockings you wore, the heels, the sweet ruffled edged apron, it was doing everything possible to appeal to him.

You were humming some tune he couldn’t place, the cake was on one of those stands that could spin, making it easier for you to ice it, turning it with one hand slowly while the other held the rubber spatula, spreading the light, airy and butter cream on the sides of the cake. He made himself known then.

He slipped into the reality of our dream, right behind you, his hands placed on your waist, bare scarred skin on one side and leather and steel on the other. You didn’t jump, not even flinched, as if you were aware of his presence before he made it known, expecting, anticipating him.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little house spouse.” He purred into your ear and you grinned, “Heya Freddy.”

“Hiya sweetheart.” You feel his lips brush the shell of your ear and you lean closer back into him, “How you doing tonight?”

“How do you think I’m doing after coming into this?” His question was just what you were expecting, you finished doing the basic ice and had picked up the piping bag to do some serious detailing, “Oh doing pretty damn good I imagine.”

“You know me too well.” He said easily, watching as you artfully swooped the icing on the sides, “So what’s with playing Susie homemaker? You got a kink you never shared with the class or somethin’?”

You laugh, a shake of your head as you work on quickly finishing up the lettering up top now that the edges were piped, “No, no, nothing like that. Just heard what day it was and thought it would be nice to spoil you.”

“Oh? And what day is it?” He asked and you finished up, piping bag set down, you picked up the cake and turned in his grip, holding out the two layered confection you’d spent so much time on, “A day to celebrate you.”

His hands still sitting on your hips he read the pretty dark pink icing scrawled on top spelling out, “Happy Birthday Freddy.”

“You remembered?” He asked and your finger swiped over the edge of the cake, catching some icing you reached up and booped him on the nose before telling him, “Freddy, I’ll never forget your birthday. I love you.”

He seemed to try to not be affected by your sweet words. Nor by when you leaned up and licked the small spot of sugary goodness from where you’d placed it. He tried to do what he always did, cover up serious emotion with jokes.

“You know it is a little fucking weird to celebrate a dead man's birthday, right?” He deadpanned, a raise of the skin where his eyebrows should be, had they not been scorched off forever ago. You smiled, a shrug as you said, “Yeah I know but…I dunno, it might be stupid but I care about you a lot Freddy, wanted to do something nice for you, show you how much I care.”

“You? Care about me?” He asked incredulously and you nodded, eyes downcast to the cake still in your hands.

You uttered, "You know I do, Freddy." He laughed, long and hard before exhaling in a fond one of voice, “Fuck, you are so stupid.”

He sighed and leaned in, a kiss to your forehead and you said, “Yeah, I really am.”

“Cutest, sweetest idiot I’ve ever tormented at least.” He pulled back, hands balled into fists and resting on his hips he asked, “So what kinda cake is it?”

You let the compliment he gave roll over you, the warmth sinking into you before the reply spills out, “Lemon sponge with a jam filling and a whipped raspberry buttercream.”

“Look at you! So fancy. You tryna impress me with your pretentious ass dessert?” He asks with that smug grin and you pose your own question. “Is it working?”

“Maybe. I’m not convinced though.” He teases and you turn at the waist, you set the cake back down on the counter and then you reach up behind your neck, you pinch one of the ends of the bow behind your spine, you tug and let it untie, allowing the top part of your apron to fall and expose your chest.

He is looking with great interest but not saying anything else, yet. You reach over and pick up the piping bag from before, you carefully squeeze some of the sweet and sticky substance onto your chest before turning your gaze up to his, looking up at him you ask, “Are you more willing to taste it when it’s served up like this?”

“You really are spoiling me, hmm?” He didn’t waste time, hands are on your chest cupping ample flesh as he leans down, now at eye level, looking at the delicate swirls of pink, admiring how they stand out against your skin for a moment before that inhumanly long tongue comes out to play. He takes his time, he starts inward, curling around a hardening nipple before working his way out, cleaning up the mess you left along the way. He lets out a satisfied hum as he does, eventually his mouth closes on a hard peak and he sucks deeply, tongue swirls, teeth graze, blood meets sugar and your head swims. His mouth is like heaven and hell mixed and you are thoroughly and irrevocably addicted. Your hand is on the back of his neck as his mouth works from one side to the next, by the time he is done you are left breathless, feeling his hard shaft grinding on your thigh, you ask, “You wanna try the real deal yet?”

He is dropping to his knees, hands pushing up the bottom of your apron, his tone is gruff, he nips at your inner thigh as he tells you, “Later.”

You start to whine in protest but his gloved hand is on your ass, blades biting into ample flesh and he grits out, “It’s my birthday remember?”

As he mouths over your underwear you lean against the counter, head tipping back and any and all complaints and arguments you had promptly fly out of your head, content to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. It was HIS day after all. It’s the least you could do. Cake could wait.

#Slasher x reader #Freddy Krueger x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #ENJOYYYY

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imninahchan · 1 month

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já falei pra vocês o quanto eu gosto daqui? Acho que é a única rede social que eu genuinamente gosto e uso de verdade (embora tenha os spam e o sistema COMA MEUS POSTS de vez em quando

amo que tem gente que gosta das mesma atrocidades que eu e fica conversando sobre isso, que eu consigo desenvolver meu hobby e brincar com edições de imagem ainda. É bom abrir minha tml aqui e ter gifs de filmes, memes pra eu printar e usar nas aulas, poesia, frases, artes e um milhão de fic de fandons diferentes. E o melhor de tudo é dizer que eu tenho um blog, muito chique, sou girl blogger~

#[🌷] nina cotidiano e memes #girl blogger

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sugareey-makes-stuff · 7 months

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I have no idea where this came from, but I decided to write a thing when I saw that Crimson_Fanfic_Writer_7 needed some cheering up and asked for Sterek, angst and hurt/comfort for TML's Drabble for Dopamine. This was honestly supposed to be 500 words, but somehow transformed into a mini monster of its own. Inspired by @whumptember's alternative prompts, "You don't deserve this." and "It should have been me." Mind the tags below. Title: The Walls Came Crashing Down (<- on AO3) Rating: Teen Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski WC: 4.2k Tags: AU- Canon Divergence, Post-Kanima Arc, Post-Nogitsune Arc, SPN S1 Ep5 Bloody Mary, Urban Legends, Whump, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin Saves the Day, Derek Hale to the Rescue, Unconsciousness, Implied/Referenced Torture, Survivor Guilt, Regret, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Crying, Canon-Typical Violence, Pack, Stiles Needs a Hug, Derek Hale Comforts Stiles, POV Stiles, Hopeful Ending Summary:

"Stop thinking so hard, or you’re going to bleed." Surely it couldn’t be—wasn’t his Pack supposed to be duking things out with vampires right now? But a very solid and reassuring hand squeezed his own. Grounding him. Holding on, as if to drain away his pain. There was only one person who always did this whenever he got hurt. "Derek?" Stiles whispered, his voice raw and scratchy. * [Or: A mission goes horribly wrong, and Stiles finally figures out where he stands with Derek.]

Okay, so this fic is different from what I usually lean toward. Yeah, I'm an angst and hurt/comfort person, but it's rare for me to write about the whumpier and bloodier things. Reading it is one thing, but writing it really makes you wonder about a lot (ie. how everything physical is tied in with all things mental and emotional), and making sure to double-check things like facts and tagging. Also, I've been wanting to write a Bloody Mary thing for...a decade? I don't even know...there's something about common myths and urban legends that's so interesting and eerie. Love the lore and the potential for all the suspense, mystery and action that can come out of each and every story. Throw in some hurt characters, and hey, I guess things gotta get bad before they get better? Feels that pull, that's what it's about. This really was a treat to write, lbh. And I will look for an excuse for Stiles and Derek to make each other feel better. They've seen some Stuff, and they 1000% deserve all the comfort and hugs. Anyway, something new for the fall and pre-spooky season. I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!

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themerlinlibrary · 3 months

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Favourites Friday (Jan 2024) – Hero/Villain AU

TML Favourites Friday round-up! January 2024 round 2

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a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

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Theme for week 2: Hero/Villain AU!

Evil Overlord, Inc by Footloose and Mushroomtale M, 138k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with Magic

To Be a Hero by fancyh M, 78k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with Magic

My Hero in the Dark by chaosgenes E, 1.2k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with Magic

One Moment More by beccadearie T, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Emrysman by Mischel T, 19k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era

it goes to show you never can tell by eat_crow T, 5.6k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

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holidaywishes · 1 year

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Happy Halloween

Hate Sex Part 4

Requested: 🤷‍♀️

Summary: After a rather awkward date with Auston, the two of you decide it’s probably best to leave things alone; but Halloween brings you both back to bad habits.

Warning: smut, some fluff and a bit of angst

Author’s Note: Yes, I’m back. To be honest, I should be writing a sample for my ghostwriting thing but I can’t bring myself to sit down and do it. As you can tell, I started this all the way back in October and kept coming back to it but I never felt like it was finished. I feel like the voice is a little different in this one, maybe less snarky? I don't know, it's just different. I personally don't know how much more I can add to this story but if people keep requesting chapters, I can write some -- maybe just tell me where you want it to go lol. This one is long AF but hopefully, it fulfills everyone’s craving though.

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Auston’s P.O.V

Hearing (Y/N) say that there could be something more than sex between the two of you was almost like having air back in your lungs. But now where did you stand with her?

“Wait,” Morgan stuttered as he sat across from you, both waiting for your server to bring your meals to the table, “what exactly are you asking me to do?”

“Tell me I’m allowed to ask her out…” you awkwardly scoffed

“You’re both adults. You wanna ask her out? Ask her out. You don’t need my permission,” he said, allowing a smile to spread across your face, “but she’ll probably say no”

“Wow. Thanks”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Matts,” he started, leaning his elbows on the table, “she’s really not your biggest fan. Even if the two of you have been hooking up”

“Yeah but she said s—

“She didn’t say anything,” he interrupted and you furrowed your brow in return, “not about starting anything. I just don’t want you getting your hopes up…”

“So I’m just supposed to leave it, her, alone now?” you asked, hoping for a different answer

“Ask her out,” he said, “but if she says no, yeah. Let the situation end because if you keep going with the whole fuck buddies thing, one or both of you are going to get hurt.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you took in his words. You knew he was right, you were too emotionally invested already but you thought she was too and the idea of possibly cutting that off wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

You weren’t sure what to do now. Knowing that Auston had said he wanted more and that you had said you felt something as well had become all-consuming; not that you knew what any of it meant. The two of you hadn’t really talked since that night in the bathroom and now things were getting tense amongst your shared friend group.

“What would you do?” you asked your best friend during a lunch break, “if you were me?”

“What would you want to do?” she returned

“No no,” you scoffed, “don’t do that. I asked what you would do, I really wanna know”

“It seems pretty clear to me,” she added easily, a smirk quickly appearing on her face, “you both said you have feelings for each other, so it seems clear that you should go for it”

“That’s what you would do?”

“That’s what I know you would do,” she urged, “if it was anyone else”

“It’s just that things are so weird!” you said, exasperated, “I mean I legit hated him and I always thought he hated me, and he probably did, but now he’s saying he has feelings for me and I’m changing my mind? Is that really what’s happening?”

“Apparently”

“If anything happens, it would be a terrible idea”

“I think the terrible idea already happened,” she teased, “whatever happens now is probably a pretty normal thing.”

“I just don’t like making anyone uncomfortable,” you admitted, “Tessa is asking me questions because Morgan is asking her questions because Auston is asking him questions. Yet, we haven’t spoken since we had sex in the bathroom so…”

“Why did you have sex in the bathroom?” she asked and you shook your head once before shrugging, “I just mean, you always said public sex was a no, that it would never be the thing you did”

“And then I did it…” you added with a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. I mean, it really did just sorta happen and there was alcohol involved — I guess I just got caught up in it, in him, that I didn’t really think about where we were.” When she smiled at you with that terrible poker face she had, you furrowed your brow, “what?”

“You don’t think that your answer just now deserves a second look?” she asked before telling you that she needed to go back to work. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you”

“Love you” you said as you hugged her back and went your own way. As you drove back to your office, you thought about everything your best friend said, searching for more clarity on everything you’d talked about but only wound up more confused than you started.

Auston’s P.O.V

You decided just to go for it. Ask out (Y/N) and see what happens. But things were different now. Aside from the fact that you hadn’t spoken to her in months, you were now starting to rethink whether or not she actually meant what she said — because, if she did, why hadn’t she reached out either? You shook your head at your own thought and forced yourself to pick up the phone anyway

“Hello” (Y/N)’s voice sang from the other end of the phone

“Hi” you said shyly

“Auston?”

“Yeah, uhm,” you replied, clearing your throat to waste time as you thought about what to say, “what are you doing?”

“What? You called me…” she giggled, a giggle that you could picture the perfect smile with, “how did you even get my number? I’m pretty sure I never gave it to you. For obvious reasons…”

“Mo gave it to me,” you said, “and I just meant what are you doing right now? Are you busy?”

“Depends…”

“On?”

“On what you want.” You smiled, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly as you paced around your apartment

“I want— would you like to go on a date with me?”

“No” it was almost a whisper and you could tell she was caught off guard

“I mean a real date. In public. Sex completely off the table, not even a thought for either of us”

“Why?” she asked, “why now? After everything?”

“Because,” you answered, finally taking a seat, “I know how I feel but I want to be able to get to know each other. I’m really not as bad as you think I am”

“That sounds like something a narcissist would say”

“I promise,” you smirked, “I’m not a narcissist. I’d love for you to call me on all my bullshit but, to be fair, you’ll have to learn about me first”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah…” you scoffed. There was silence on the line for a while and you dropped your head as you awaited her polite refusal

“One date” she finally said and you tried your best to contain your surprise

“Really?”

“One date and if it doesn’t go well, then we stop,” she continued, “stop everything. No random calls out of nowhere. No second dates because you want another chance to change my mind. No hookups in bathrooms or hotel rooms. Nothing. It all ends”

“That’s no fun” you joked

“That’s the point,” she said sternly, “and that’s the deal.” You chuckled a bit at her seriousness but let your shoulders relax

“Okay,” you agreed, your smile now beaming, “so are you free tonight?”

The date was... awkward. It was as if Auston forgot how to interact with not only you but people in general and you couldn’t seem to make it any better. You honestly didn’t know how

“This is a nice place” you said to fill the empty space

“Thanks,” he replied, coughing on the sip of water he had taken, “I mean, it’s not mine obviously so I don’t mean ‘thanks,’ I just mean...” You raised your eyebrows as he stumbled over his words before taking a breath, “I’m glad you like it”

“I’m a little confused...” you whispered, leaning in so only the two of you could hear, “why are we here?”

“It’s a date..?” he replied hesitantly as if to say ‘did you not get that?’

“No, I know,” you scoffed, “but why here? I mean... it’s nice. It’s fancy but I don’t know, it doesn’t really seem like you”

“Aren’t I supposed to be this super arrogant jerk who likes only the best?” he chided and you grinned sarcastically

“Yes,” you quipped, “but this place isn’t even that. It’s... too fancy for me, yet, not fancy enough for the person you think you are”

“The person I think I am?”

“Exactly”

“What does that even mean? Either I’m arrogant or I’m not, you can’t decide it’s both”

“I’m not deciding it’s anything, I’m saying this is how it is. You have this image of yourself, an inflated ego that people gave you, and it comes across in everything you do.” Your explanation left his face contorted into what seemed like permanent confusion, “you are not a god, Auston, you’re just a hockey player. Everyone has just made you believe that you’re more than that because... they felt like it. So, you became what they wanted and now you have no idea who you are”

“You really can’t go an entire conversation without fighting with me can you?”

“I’m just being honest with you, Auston,” you scoffed, leaning back in your seat, “maybe I thought you’d respect that”

“Maybe it comes across as condescending” he added, his own scoff mimicking yours

“Maybe you’re just too sensitive”

“Maybe you’re meaner than you let people believe”

“And what if I am?” you sneered, arms crossed as you stared across the table at Auston, one eyebrow raised slightly

“Then you can’t really say I have no idea who I am when no one has any idea who you are” he replied. You scoffed in return before grabbing your purse and flagging down your server

“Hi, sorry,” you said politely, a shy smile appearing on your lips, “can I just pay for my meal”

“(Y/N)…” Auston sighed, “come on that’s ridiculous”

“When you have a chance, I’ll just grab my bill”

“So.. it’s separate?” the server asked and you nodded

“No” Auston countered

“Yes” you insisted, smiling at the server before sending him on his way

“Seriously?” Auston scoffed once more

“I don’t want to be indebted to you. This way I won’t owe you — for anything”

“I can’t tell if this is mature or petty”

“That sounds like a you problem.” The server came over with your bill just then and, luckily, he brought out the machine with him so you were able to tap your card and go. “Thank you,” you said to the young man who clearly thought this date was going better than it had, turning to dismiss yourself to Auston, “look, we gave it a try. But we made a deal — if the date didn’t go well, then that would be it. No more. So, thanks, I guess, for the terrible decisions I’ve made these last few years. It’s been a wild ride, but one I never should’ve gotten on”

“Okay the metaphors are a little much” he said, grabbing your arm as gently as he could to stop you from leaving

“Let go” you said gently

“Stay”

“Why?” you groaned, “to argue some more? To disagree over fundamental parts of each other's personalities? No, sorry, I don’t need that. It was… interesting knowing you Matthews. Catch you in another life.” You left the restaurant hastily, sighing to yourself at the idea of wasting your time before quickly smiling when you realized this meant you could get your life back to normal. Back to when Auston was just some over-hyped, narcissistic man-child who you never asked to have in your life in the first place.

Five months later

Morticia Addams was always a good choice. Last minute or first thought, alone or couples costume, it always garnered the right kind of attention. It was one of your favourite go-to costumes and you’d always worn it well; perfecting it over the years, of course.

“Morticia again?” your cousin, Martha, scoffed when you came out in your floor-length, tight black dress

“It’s a classic” you laughed before fitting your black wig onto your head

“If I had known that you were going to wear it this much, I never would’ve dressed you up all those years ago”

“You’re just mad that it works so well on me”

“Are you ready?” she sighed as she rolled her eyes

“Yeah,” you smirked, “just gotta put on some lipstick. Go meet me in the car.” Martha’s heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the car and you paced around trying to make sure you had everything you needed before going to Tessa and Mo’s Halloween party. When your cousin pulled up in front of the house, you made sure everything on you was where it needed to be — no malfunctions tonight.

“So wait…” Martha started, “do you think Auston will be in there?”

“Probably,” you responded, moving your coat to the backseat, “he’s part of the team”

“Have you talked to him since that date?”

“Nope” you replied, popping the p as you fixed your lipstick and fell back in the seat

“So after five months, you’re gonna see him,” she said and you nodded to yourself before turning your body to face her, “what’s that gonna be like?”

“It’ll be fine. We both agreed to go our separate ways and there shouldn’t be an issue with both of us being there,” you admitted, “we’re just going back to how our lives were before all the bad decisions.” She smirked and shook her head, pushing the car door open and walked to your side of the car

“Alright,” Martha sighed as you got out of the car and headed toward the house. You spent the first hour grabbing a drink, talking with a few people you knew and meeting a few you didn’t before finally finding Mo

“Happy Halloween!” he greeted, stretching out his arms and his Dracula cape

“Happy Halloween!” you returned with a smile

“Morticia?” Tessa asked as she handed you another drink as she approached the group

“Yep!” you said happily before noticing her smirk at Morgan who shyly took a sip of his own drink, “what?”

“Nothing,” Tessa smirked, “you look great.” You weren’t sure what was going on but she wasn’t telling you something. You decided not to let it get to you in order to enjoy the rest of the party; that’s when you saw him.

“Of fucking course” you whispered to yourself when you noticed Auston in his Gomez Addams costume

“You guys knew about this, didn’t you?” Martha asked Tessa and Mo with a small laugh

“Oh yeah” Mo replied

“I mean,” Tessa corrected, “we knew about his costume, not about hers. It really was all a happy coincidence.” Overhearing Tessa, Mo and Martha made you roll your eyes as Auston made his way to your group, finally stopping softly in front of you. He stood silently for a moment before outstretching his hand to you, grabbing yours to continue the coincidence; this was not a couples costume but he seemed to have everyone else fooled

“Cara Mia” he smirked before kissing the back of your hand

“Well isn’t this a… strange coincidence” you scoffed

“Or it’s fate” he teased, leading you to shake your head and walk away toward the kitchen. “Oh come on,” he groaned as he followed you inside, “why not just play along?”

“Because,” you replied as you poured yourself another drink, “we agreed to go back to normal life. Normal life didn’t include us playing along with anything.” When the music changed to a slowed-down version of the Addams family theme, courtesy of Martha and Tessa, the group around you and Auston began encouraging you two to dance.

“What’dya say?” Auston said softly, his palm open toward you and the chanting began to get louder, the peer pressure setting in; you groaned and took his hand with a glare. As he placed his palm flat on the small of your back, you corrected the train of your dress from where it had wrapped around your own legs.

“I’m doing this so I don’t get shunned,” you chided, “not because I want to”

“We’re back to that, are we?”

“We never really left it”

“Yeah, well...” he paused, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “you look stunning tonight”

“I know” you whispered back, hoping he didn’t hear the blush you were trying to hide. Your bodies moved together seamlessly and you forgot how terrible that date was for a second, only to be brought back to reality when he moved his hand just an inch down onto your ass and you pushed him away; promptly ending the dance. You walked quickly past him so you could get back to your cousin and enjoy the rest of the party, doing your best to ignore Auston... yet again.

Auston’s P.O.V

You were happy you decided to go as Gomez Addams tonight, if for no other reason than (Y/N) as Morticia. She looked beautiful and bringing her out into the middle of the room for a dance made you flashback to the moments that made you fall for her and when she walked away, you couldn’t help but follow her; even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“Stop” you whined as you ran after her, reaching out to grab her arm but not before she could run up the stairs

“Auston, go back downstairs,” she said, “back to the party. I’m just looking for a bathroom”

“You’re sure you’re not just ignoring me?”

“Can’t I do both?” she smiled sarcastically and you scoffed to yourself. Her pacing between closed doors to find a bathroom proved fruitless and she was soon brought back to you. “You can’t seriously still be trying to do something…” she scoffed, “it’s been five months and that date was a disaster”

“That’s very true. It was a disaster,” you admitted, moving one step closer to her, “and, yet, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once”

“That’s your problem, not mine. I told you that if the date didn’t go well, we’d go back to being nothing to each other”

“Is that really what you want?”

“Are you trying to coerce me into backtracking?” you took a step back in surprise at her words

“What? No, of course not”

“It sounds like you are”

“Well I’m not”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Jesus (Y/N)!” you groaned, exasperated, and threw up your hands, “why can’t you admit that you felt something during that dance?”

“Because it was just a dance!”

“Why can’t you admit that you had feelings for me?”

“I didn’t. I felt… something. But they weren’t feelings for you. It was all lust. Everything between us has been just sex and you know it”

“BULLSHIT!”

“Keep your voice down!” she yelled in a whisper as she pulled you into a nearby room, “my god, you’re so dramatic”

“You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s all been sex”

“Auston, we haven’t seen or talked to each other in five months! I think that makes it pretty clear”

“I don’t,” he said, “I wanted you to stay but you left so I gave you your space”

“Because you thought you were too good that I wouldn't just break and call you?” you groaned and rolled your eyes

“Because I knew there was something there, that we had something, but I wasn’t gonna force it.” He admitted and there was something so sweet in his eyes that you found yourself softening to his charm, “and yeah, sure, I guess I thought you’d realize that too.” You hated that you were falling into old patterns but, once again, the two of you moved together like magnets. He set his hands on your hips, staying there while you stared up at him

“Fuck,” you thought to yourself, before feeling his hands slowly climb your body until they cupped your face and, unintentionally, left you breathless. He leaned down with a smirk before kissing your forehead first as if to build the tension and your hands instinctively fell on his waist. When his lips finally met yours, you stepped into him and it wasn’t long until his hands were roaming your body, the kiss intensifying to the point of heavy breathing. “Wait,” you broke the kiss harshly and turned away from him, “we can’t keep doing this. This is dumb. This is bad. Toxic.”

“You’re toxic, I’m slipping under” he teasingly sang as walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“I’m serious” you whispered, feeling his hands move up your body until they cupped your breasts and pulled your body into him, earning a moan from you. His teeth grazed your neck as he placed kisses from your ear to your collarbone, his hands still firmly holding your breasts

“You look so fucking good right now,” he said breathlessly into your ear, your hands now finally raising to lay on top of his while your head dropped back onto his shoulder

“Fuck” you moaned, moving one hand to the back of his neck as he massaged your breasts. You finally turned back around, hastily removing his clothes with lips intertwined. Your dress wasn’t as easy to remove, being so tight, so Auston had to pull away from the kiss again to find the zipper on the side of your dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. He lifted you up and brought you to the bed, placing you on the edge so he could remove his pants. You pushed yourself back onto the pillows and Auston climbed on top of you shortly after, pulling him down to push your bodies together as his lips crashed into yours.

“Are you okay?” Auston asked suddenly, making you furrow your brow, “I just mean, should we keep going?”

“Yes,” you smiled, twirling your fingers in his hair as he kissed your neck. You hadn’t noticed his hand move down your body until he slid his fingers into your underwear, his calloused fingers moving up and down your folds. When Auston slid his long middle finger into you, you dug your nails into his shoulders and bit your lip to hold back the volume that would surely come out.

“The music’s loud,” he whispered, “you can be loud”

“Someone will still hear,” you said breathlessly, a small moan escaping your lips finally, “fuck”

“Come on,” he urged, planting kisses on the backs of your hands that clutches his shoulders, “be loud. You’re so wet, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“You always do,” you breathed, “oh my god”

“Scream,” he said and you caught his smirk when you looked down, shaking your head before letting it fall back on the pillow. “Scream” he repeated

“You sound like a serial killer” you laughed, placing your hand on his cheek, bringing his face to yours and planting a kiss on his lips, his fingers working faster to bring you to your high. Your legs began to shake as he put a little bit of pressure on your clit, leading you to bite his lip in pleasure

“Cum, baby”

“Don’t call me baby”

“Cum” he repeated firmly. You continued the kiss, grabbing his hair so tight that you were sure you were going to tear a chunk out. He broke the kiss one last time, biting your collarbone and kissing the inside of your wrist before whispering one more time, “cum.” Something inside you unlocked and you moaned loudly as your body arched into him and your climax consumed you. “There she is” he smirked

“Shut up” you scoffed as Auston rolled onto his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and settling in. “What are you doing?” you asked

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t what this is” you sighed, adjusting your head on his arm before gesturing to where it lay behind you

“Just taking a break…” he scoffed, forcing you to look up at him and furrow your brow, “that okay with you?” You shook your head, deciding to climb on top of him

“Just… shh” you whispered, Auston’s thighs tightening under you while his arms stayed behind his head. His eyes boring into yours as you began to ride him slowly

“Fuck” he breathed, moving one hand from behind his head to explore your chest, fingers trailing from collarbone to breast to nipple. You moaned quietly, hands resting on his chest as you kept your movements slow, feeling Auston’s breathing increase as he took his other hand from behind his head and placed it on your waist; squeezing your side as you moved up and down his length. You began to pant as you rode him, slightly faster now, letting your head fall back as you took in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck” you moaned through heavy breaths and Auston rose up, bringing his chest to yours, halting your breath in your chest as your breasts were pressed against his body; hands gripping your sides intensely. The only thing going through your mind, when something could get past how close you were to your climax again, was how wrong this was. Knowing how terrible the two of you would be as a couple after that date, how he could so easily use someone to make you jealous, the way neither of you tried to make anything healthier if you really wanted to make something work. Because, damn, the sex was good. You brought his lips close to yours, planning on muffling your moans with a kiss when Auston grabbed your hips and kept himself deep inside of you, leaving you nearly shaking at the sensation.

"Don't" he breathed against your lips, making you furrow your brow in confusion as you rocked desperately against his hips; was he seriously telling you not to cum? "Don't say this is the last time"

"What?"

"You always say that this is the last time," he sighed, hands still on your hips, keeping you in place, "that we can't keep doing this, but then we always end up here. Like this. Doing this..." he kissed your collarbone as you rode him slowly

"You know it's true"

"That doesn't matter"

"Yes it does" you scoffed

"Why do we keep ending up like this then? Naked and moaning in a dark room together?" With one strong thrust, you let out a small whimper and your legs went limp; you slid off his lap to lay on your back as you caught your breath

"Everyone makes a string of bad decisions in their 20s. I'm getting it out of my system"

"Oh is that what this is? Why didn't you say so?" he scoffed, jumping out of the bed to start getting dressed again, "I never would've taken you on that awful date if I knew that's all this was"

"Don't be a baby" you groaned

"You're stringing me along"

"What?!"

"You agr--"

"Do. Not!" you growled as you interrupted him, finally getting out of bed, and taking the top sheet with you to wrap around your body, "I never said that we should be something. I said that this was always a bad idea but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from doing it"

"And then you said that you were feeling something!"

"Because I thought I was!" you yelled, dropping your head to your hands, "I was wrong. It was the post-sex high I guess. We're not the people who end up together. We fight, we fuck and we go our separate ways. That's it"

"It doesn't have to be..." he practically whined, "I mean if we just tried"

"What is it you like about me?" you asked before leaning down to grab your clothes from where they were strewn on the floor, "tell me honestly because I'm genuinely curious"

"You're smart," he started, "you're... passionate, fiery, and infuriating but beautiful in spite of it"

"In spite of it?" you scoffed, hastily pulling up your underwear under the sheet and turning your back to him to put on your bra as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving you feeling more exposed than you thought it would. "Real charming," you finally said, an eye-roll pairing with the harsh tone of voice you gave, "that's really what I would want my partner to think of me. That I'm beautiful in spite of everything else about me. As if that mattered the most"

"That's not what I said" he scoffed right back at you

"Oh but it is"

"No it's not!" he raised his voice slightly, putting on the last bit of his costume before approaching you once more, "I said you can be infuriating because you can be, just like you are now, but that I don't care because -"

"Because I'm beautiful" you sarcastically smiled, arms crossed over your still nearly naked body

"Fine, yeah, that's what I said," he conceded, "but what's wrong with me thinking you're beautiful? And did you miss that I said you're smart and passionate?"

"No," you said, stance firm in disobedience, "but it doesn't mean anything. Not once you mentioned how I looked"

"Why?" he asked and you could tell he was honestly curious. As if he was a student learning something new for the first time; like he'd never known that there could be something wrong with complimenting a girl on her appearance. You furrowed your brow, softly, as you thought about your words

"Because it negates everything that you said before it. I can be beautiful to you, sure, that's great. Thank you," you explained, as politely as you could muster, "but if it's following that I'm smart and I'm passionate and I'm strong and I'm brave, for me, it's as if you're saying it's amazing that someone who is all those things is also beautiful. Like they're mutually exclusive. One or the other."

"Okay..." he started, scrunching his eyebrows together in clear confusion as he sat down at the foot of the bed, "but if I don't say you're beautiful then you'll be offended. There's no winning!"

"Relax," you teased, "look, maybe there's a girl who feels differently than I do. Maybe she wants to be told she's beautiful and maybe that's all that matters to her. But I would much rather hear someone say 'You're beautiful but I care more about your mind and your heart than your body.'" Your voice was softer now, you felt a sudden need to nurture this man who'd pretended to be so macho this whole time. You moved toward him until you were standing in front of him, placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, "I've spent too much of my life worrying about how people think of me based on how they look at me. I'm tired of being pretty or not pretty enough to someone and I don't want to be with someone who is still caught up in 'appearances matter.' Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he said clearly, deep brown eyes piercing right through to your soul and you could feel yourself being pulled in again, "I'm sorry. I just... I want you to know how amazing I think you are and how amazing we could be if we decided to give us a shot"

"Auston..." you sighed, finally sitting down next to him, "Passion, desire, comes from a lot of different places but ours came from hate. It made the sex great, amazing even, but it's not like that means we're on track to start a relationship. I mean you don't really believe that, do you?"

"I mean, I could," he admitted and you tilted your head, "I've grown legit- legitimate feelings for you," he corrected his abbreviated word in what you considered to be his way of sounding more mature. "You can't argue with me on that because you're not me"

"You can see how this wouldn't work though, can't you?" you tried, hoping to somehow, someway, get through to him. Knowing that the two of you could easily end up in the same place another five months from now but that you would always leave feeling the same way -- like you were purposely running toward red flags because it meant you didn't have to commit to anything real.

"Maybe," he sighed, rubbing his face harshly before dropping his elbows on his knees and looking straight ahead at the door, "but I also know what I'm feeling and I think we'd be stupid to ignore that you're feeling something too." You took a deep breath, annoyed at the loop you'd found yourself in, and stood up to find your black dress strewn on the floor. Stepping in and shimmying into it slowly so as to not rip the zipper - a very real fear at this point in the night.

"Help me with this, won't you?" you asked, referring to the zipper that you could clearly do up on your own but you knew it would force you to feel his breath on your skin. Auston finished zipping your dress and placed his hands on your hips for a moment before kissing your temple

"I've never met anyone like you before," he whispered and you turned your head slightly toward him, "I don't want to lose you." You stood there for a minute, facing forward, Auston's hands on your hips, his chest against your back and his breath cascading down your neck. You took a minute to embrace the moment and appreciate how solid he felt behind you, scanning your mind desperately to find the same... hope he seemed to have about you with him. You fell back against his chest, a motion you'd done before when you needed to feel reassured; his steady heartbeat let the once chaotic mood in the room settle almost instantly.

"I wish I knew what to say here..." you admitted, finally turning to face him, your eyes slowly scanning his body up until his caught yours

“Say that you don’t wanna lose me either” he leaned down a little, fingers grazing your arms slowly

“I want…” you hesitated, turning away from his kiss at the last minute, “something normal. Something easy, uncomplicated,” you said simply, looking away from his eyes only long enough to watch your palms flatten on his chest. “I don’t think that’s with you.” His eyes searched yours and all you could do was give him a look of sympathy, knowing that’s not what he wanted to hear

“So I guess that’s it…” he huffed, backing away and you nodded, “or just until next time? Yet again?” You took a step toward him, feeling the train of your dress drag on the floor before you stopped in front of him, holding his hand in yours as you kissed his cheek. Whether it was the end or not, you couldn’t be sure, time had proven that you weren’t as strong as you thought you were, but right now, at this moment, you knew it had to be goodbye. You let go of his hand and turned to walk toward the door, looking back at him once you stood in the open frame, his stillness telling everything you needed to know.

You weren’t used to seeing him this vulnerable, even in times when you wished he would be, and you hated that you knew how much this was going to hurt him.

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