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readychilledwine · 4 months

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Runaway Love

Summary - Amren and Rhysand's sister have begun to grow closer since Feyre took her duties from her. Amren, seeing she's hurting and needing time away, invites her friend to Summer, she just didn't plan on happened next or having to explain it to Rhysand - Tarquin x Rhysand's Sister reader - told from Amren's pov

Warnings - none I can think of. Lots of italics?

A/N - a side from some Tamlin smut, we are at the end of my maternity celebration, which means we will go back to our regular updates 💜 part of me wants to turn these two into more, but that may be a project for another day

Amren watched from the hill as Tarquin and you sat facing each other in the sand. Your foreheads were rested against each other, fingers laced together.

You two had done the one thing your brother had made Amren promise to prevent from happening. You two had left the seaside Palace late in the night, when everyone else was fast asleep and gotten married on the very beach Tarquin now held you on. Married under the watchful gaze of Summer’s high priestess and the stars.

By time Varian and Amren had found you, the ceremony was done. Vows had been exchanged, the kiss had been shared, the priestess had left. You two had been there, standing as the waves lapped your glittering white dress, just staring at each other.

A throat cleared next to her, turning to her own lover the ancient being sighed. “How will you tell him,” He asked softly. “He will want to know why she refused to come home.”

Amren looked down at you again, a smile forming on her lips as Tarquin tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I will tell him the truth.”

Rhys sat down, Feyre having left the room with Nyx as soon as tension began Building over Amren's avoidance of her mate's questions.

Violet eyes stared at her, waiting for an answer to the question that was hanging in the air like a cold unwelcome breeze. Rhysand rose a brow to Amren and Varian. “Do not make me ask again.”

Amren finally answered, voice showing no signs of emotion as she sighed. “She is not coming back. She is staying in Summer with Tarquin.”

Rhysand's gaze darkened, “And why Amren, did you as her chaperone allow her to make that decision?”

Varian answered, feeling the need to defend his own lover. “Your sister is a grown female. She does not require permission from-”

Rhys growled, gaze going to the visitor in his court. “I did not ask you. I asked my second in command why SHE did not perform her duty to protect my sister and bring her home.”

Something in Amren snapped in that moment. Her loyalty to y/n coming forward.

She couldn't help but to growl at the High Lord as Varian shifted uncomfortable next to her. "When was the last time you paid attention to her, boy? The last time you actually listened to one of her mission reports instead of telling her to leave it in your office?”

Rhys opened his mouth to defend himself only to pause as Amren snarled at him. "You have not given y/n a single ounce of care since your mate came. You even stripped her of her duties to her home and court so your mate would have a place." Amren settled back into the chair, not even realizing she had stood in her anger until Varian gently grabbed her small hand in his.

"They married, Rhysand." He said softly. "Unless you plan on ripping the bride of the High Lord of Summer away and starting a war, there is nothing you can do but ask to visit.”

The High Lord's face fell. “They-” He shook his head, “She wouldn't have willingly married him without myself, Azriel, and Cassian there.”

Amren looked at him again, her eyes then lingering on Rhysand's wedding band. “There was a time where she believed the same of you.”

His head hung in shame. “Show me.”

They both shook their heads. “We weren't there,” Amren said calmly. “They knew I had specific orders and made the choice to get married in the dead of night. By time we found them, it was done.”

Rhys stood turning away and walking to the window to hide the tears that were about to fall. “Then show me them leading up to the decision. Show me she is happy.”

Amren couldn't help the small smile, a rare thing gracing her face, as she thought back to their first day in Summer.

Tarquin smiled down at Amren, welcoming her back to Summer as he motioned towards the veranda where a table was set for 4. Cressida was there already, eyes wide as she stared behind Varian.

She stood immediately, telling a servant to get another chair and moving so she would not be at her cousin's right hand. "I brought another guest with me,” Amren stated coolly. “I hope you do not mind.”

A soft gasp was heard, followed by the voice that would haunt the Night Court until they heard it again. “Amren! You did not warn him you were bringing me? You-”

Tarquin was moving to her, to his mate, immediately, taking her soft hands into his. “Y/n,” his voice was breathless as he studied you. Eyes locking on your own the second he had decided you were well. “This is the most wonderful surprise. Even the sea has become more fair in your presence.”

Amren chuckled as a blush spread from your cheeks to your softly pointed ears. “I believe your seas only reflect their master's emotions, Tarquin,” you stated softly.

“Then they calm while my heart races at the sight of you alone.”

Varian had his own favorite memory in mind. One from a night spent on the Pleasure Barge.

Varian watched like a hawk ready to attack anyone who may approach you or Amren. The two of you had your arms linked, whispering secrets to each other as he watched the sheer skirts you two wore sway in the soft salty breeze.

You had not been on the barge before, having been banned from it during your last visit by Rhysand, and the two older fae were excited to bring you to watch the activities taking place.

Tarquin had come beforehand, ensuring the private balcony you would be watching from was perfect for his mate.Varian knocked on the door as Amren told you to behave as she went to their own balcony.

He opened the door and ushered you in. “I trust you have an idea of what will be happening here tonight?” Varian led you in by your waist, holding you close to him as the guards watched. “If at any point you are uncomfortable, tell my cousin.” You nodded, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you stared ahead.

Tarquin was standing there, his back to you two as he moved pillows exactly how he wanted them for the night. He had brought in expensive champagne for the two of you, chocolate covered fruits, flowers.

It was clear to Varian you had never been truly courted in that moment. You had never had another fae ensuring everything was perfect for you and you alone. That they had brought the best for you and you alone. He bent down to your ear, “Be good, little star.”

Amren had thought of another memory, smiling again as she heard your laughter echoing in her mind.

Varian and Amren had found a shady spot on the beach, enjoying cool wine and fresh fruits and cheeses on the beautiful, warm day.

The ocean was gorgeous today. Soft waves rolling in, a breeze cooling the air.

That same breeze carried your laughter as Tarquin chased you through the sand. The two of you had just come out of the water after you had decided a swim was absolutely a must.

Amren immediately froze as you screamed, panic setting in until she realized it was because Tarquin had caught you and lifted you into his arms. Your back was to his chest, legs kicking out as your head fell back and your laughter filled the air again.

“He's moved her things into his room,” Cresseida mumbled. “Tell me, dear Amren. How will Rhysand feel about his precious baby sister breaking all of his rules while she's here without him? Sleeping in Tarquin's bed. Wearing a Summer Crown. She is sitting with him during court meetings. Need I bring up the nights on the barge?”

“Let them be, sister.”

“Do you plan on dealing with him if be storms here with his Illyrians in tow?”

Amren rolled her eyes. “Rhysand has hardly paid y/n a single mind since Feyre came to the Night Court. She was brought here on that first visit as a distraction without knowing what was happening. If Rhys wants to be upset, he can speak with me.”

Tarquin was carrying you over, holding you bridal style as he smiled down at you. The tail end of his sentence could be heard. “Tonight then?”

“Tonight,” you whispered.

“And then they married,” Rhysand concluded at the end of Amren's memory. He sat back down, head in his hands. “Did-” his throat tightened as Azriel and Cassian walked in. “Did she look beautiful?”

“Breath taking,” the Summer general answered immediately.

Amren ran to the hillside by the beach they had spent the day on. “No no no no,” she kept muttering under her breath. “This damn girl-”

Varian shot an arm out to stop her. “Do not say-"

“It's done, my goddess.” He pointed down the beach. There, just barely in the water, you and Tarquin stood. He had both hands cradling your face as he kissed you. The white dress you had packed, the one that was lightweight and shimmered like glitter, was sparkling until the light of the full moon. Your hands were resting on Tarquin's chest, hair flowing in the wind.

You were glowing, like starlight during Starfall, as your foreheads came to rest together. Varian sat in the grass, pulling Amren down with him as he did. “Beautiful little creature,” he said, nodding down towards you. “and her beautiful chaperone should not take this as a failure on her end.”

Cresseida joined them, tears in her eyes as she sat next to Amren. “It's the perfect ending, is it not? A runaway wedding?”

Amren shook her head as you and Tarquin turned towards them, hands held and fingers laced together. As you walked, you looked up at him and only him, trusting him to guide your feet to your friends. “No,” Amren finally said. “It is a perfect beginning.”

Silence had filled the room as Cassian sat, and Azriel just nodded. “So, she isn't coming home then,” Cassian said slowly. “And our little sister now resides over a court I am banned from.”

Azriel nodded, moving to the window Rhys had previously stood in front of. “Did she say anything to you before you left, Amren?” Azriel looked over his shoulder at her. “Anything at all?”

Varian nodded. “Be happy,” the couple said together. “Be happy and take the leap.”

Amren held her own left hand up. There sat a sparkling large diamond centered in gold and rubies. “I will be packing my things as well, High Lord.”

Rhysand sighed heavily, nodding. “Do you plan on a year-long engagement?” The two nodded. “I am happy for you, both of you.”

“And your sister?”

Rhysand shook his head. “Her I will deal with later.”

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theabigailthorn · 1 year

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Surely with how popular you are you would have had a few cancelling attempts, but you're drama free. How? I thought you'd be target number 1 with TERFs.

So the thing is, people on the internet have and do try to wreck my life! But it's true that I get less of it than a lot of other women, and I often ask myself (and them) this same question. I think it comes down to a few factors. In no particular order:

I'm white and thin

I don't post selfies very often

The Philosophy Tube Jutsu: I never use my platform to say anything bad about individuals, so I don't make enemies

I'm British

I don't put my pronouns or the word 'trans' in my bio. I mention it if it it's relevant but to a casual troll looking for someone to go after there are more obvious targets

My brand: in terms of online content, my brand is 'Educational and Compassionate.' I try to be even-handed and listen to all sides and never be angry, and people are maybe a bit reluctant to get mad at someone who does that? In terms of acting, my brand right now is 'I'm Trying Hard and I'm On My Way Up!' which I guess people like?

I have a posh accent

I don't make online content about video games

I'm pretty enough that men like looking at me but not so hot it makes them angry

I transitioned in private before I came out publicly. I knew that when I did I'd get a lot of backlash, so I pre-emptively muted LOADS of words in my comments section and wove a kind of digital safety net

I'm so busy that I often miss whatever the discourse du jour is and don't get involved. As a wise woman once said, 'Do Not Tweet.'

I deliberately dress and present myself as 'classy' in public-facing stuff

Most of my content is scripted, so by default it attracts people who like to sit down and listen

Philosophy Tube is literally all about critical thinking and not taking things at face value. So if a typical Philosophy Tube Subscriber sees a post that says 'I saw Abigail Thorn kicking a puppy down the street!' they're more likely to stop and think, 'What's the evidence for this?' This means that when there are hate campaigns and lies spread about me (and there are, from time to time) my core audience sees through it and sticks around

I have very good mods! Big shout out to all the lovely people on r/philosophytube and all the people who moderate my livestream chats!

I have a social media manager who can look out for hate and pre-emptively guard against it

I don't hitch my brand to other people. I sometimes do little collabs or appear at events with other creators but for the most part I fly solo. That means if another creator blows up or posts something awful I minimise my chances of cancellation-by-association. I'm friends with lots of creators but for the most part I keep it behind the scenes (Learned this one the hard way!)

I'm not a sex worker. Those people get hate like you wouldn't believe - the sex workers I know are the toughest folks I've ever met!

I'm not very fun to bully! I do get death threats and hate campaigns and people make fake porn of me and libel me and all that stuff - literally every day - I just never talk about it publicly so trolls don't get the satisfaction of seeing me get upset. I just mute and block and move on silently. When I have to talk to a lawyer or the police about someone causing a problem, I handle it behind the scenes

Platform size. When TERFs in British media go after someone they tend to pick on people smaller than them, cause they're bullies.

I built my platform slowly, so I've had time to adjust and get used to how it impacts my life

People have tried to cancel me in the past and it's blown up in their faces, e.g. the Trump Transition Tweet Incident and the B*ck A*gel Affair.

To be absolutely clear, a LOT of this is luck and privilege. I'm not trying to blame the victims of online harassment: yes, some of these factors are things I choose to do but not everyone is able to make those choices. It's also the unwinnable game of respectability politics: yes I might get less hate because of the way I dress or whatever, but fundamentally that won't protect me if I get arrested and sent to a men's prison. These things aren't a substitute for a more just distribution of power. There's also this final possible factor:

It just hasn't happened yet.

#The Jutsu #Do Not Tweet #And Still the Brand Endures

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creamhoodie · 10 months

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synopsis: Nagi had never really had much interest in women until he saw you at an afterparty...can he overcome his nerves and make a good impression?

warnings: 3,413 words, nagi x female reader, angst, inexperienced Nagi, smut (minors DNI), characters aged up ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“Who’s that girl?” Nagi asked as he Reo and several of his former blue lock members stood around at the after party for one of their games. Parties like these were a thing of the regular since they had gone pro. Reo’s purple eyes followed Nagi’s pointing finger directly to… you where you were surrounded by a group of your friends.

“I’m not sure. She must not be a famous one. I don't recognize her face. You like her man?” Reo asked with eagerness.

Unlike his other blue lock comrades Nagi didn’t get on with girls much and hadn’t expressed interest in them, though there were many girls who had thrown themselves at him it had gone over his head. He just wasn’t interested and didn’t see the point.

“She’s very pretty,” he whispered more to himself than in response to Reo’s question. Now their group started to pay more attention to what was going on.

“Did Nagi just express interest in a woman for once?” Isagi asked in shared shock with Kunigami and Chigiri.

“You better hurry before he loses interest, Reo,” Bachira teased in reference to how Reo was always trying to hook Nagi up with girls. The two did everything together and when Reo had girlfriends he had wanted Nagi to go on double dates with him. It never ended well though since the poor girls he set him up with would just go home crying that the world famous Nagi didn’t even consider them worthy of showing up.

“Right,” Reo acknowledged Bachira before turning his attention back to Nagi, “man if you like her go up and talk to her.” At last Nagi’s blank expression registered into confusion.

“Talk to her?” In many ways he was inexperienced, this was one of them. He didn’t even remember the last time he held a conversation with a woman that wasn’t a reporter.

“Yes, talk to her,” Reo said, pushing Nagi forward towards you despite his protests. The rest of the boys stayed back hollering encouragement and laughing.

“Reo, stop you know I’ve never talked to a girl like that before,” he continued to protest. For the first time in his life he felt nerves, and they weren’t the type he’d get before a game. His skin felt white hot and all he knew was that he was scared of looking like a fool in front of you.

“Don’t worry I’ll talk her up for you first. Watch what I do,” Reo yelled back over the all too loud dubstep music. After what felt like a lifetime but was in reality a matter of a few seconds the duo landed in front of you taking you and your friend group by surprise.

“Hello ladies,” Reo greeted the group but it was clear his attention was on you.

“Hi,” you replied nervously. What the duo didn’t know was that moments before they had plopped in front of you, your group and yourself had been blushing over which of the players you found attractive. Your choice: Nagi.

He was looking at you now with a blank but intense expression as he loomed tall over Reo.

“What’s your name?” Reo asked you.

“Y/N,” you replied ignoring the jeers from your friends, you knew you were going to kill them for this later.

“Listen Y/N, Nagi here just got a sweet new ride and he hasn’t had any passengers yet. Do you think you’d be willing to go for a spin?”

“Um sure. If that’s okay of course,” you replied eager at the prospect but not missing how Nagi elbowed Reo.

“Excuse us a moment,” Reo told you before quickly turning around to exchange harsh whispers with Nagi.

“Yes that’s okay,” Nagi finally addressed you when they turned back around, his voice hoarse.

“Well since that’s settled, I will see you Nagi, I have some business to attend to myself,” Reo said before saunterring off leaving you in awkward silence with the white haired striker. You felt his eyes etch into your face and you were glad the venue of the afterparty was dark lit only by club lights or he’d be able to notice your flushing face.

“My car is outside,” Nagi said, motioning towards the door and walking off. You followed him but practically stumbled as your friends all too eagerly pushed you forward. Nagi was very tall and imposing and you tried not to lose him as he disappeared towards the exit of the club. You turned one last time to see your friends joined back by Nagi’s Bluelock friends laughing and staring after the two of you, Reo’s arm was already around one of your friend’s shoulders.

“You can hold on to me if you’d like, the paps will loom but it will be quick. I already told the valet to bring my car up front,” Nagi told you. He was blushing himself so much he felt it would color his white hair red as well but to his relief you didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay,” you whispered. As you both walked out, you held on to his sleeve gently walking behind him and you were grateful for his large lean figure guarding you from the bright luminous flashes of professional cameras. It was a cacophony of sound and color as you heard shouts in several languages as they all vied for Nagi’s attention.

His gray color eyes only saw you however as he held open the passenger door of his sports car for you. You slipped in and he went around to get in the driver’s seat. When he did you noticed he glanced over at you craning his head to see that you had put on your seat belt before taking off.

Now away from the paps and lights you had more time to admire the car, it was sleek and luxurious and it had been gray and glossy on the outside. It was clearly a foreign model not yet on the market, but not on the market meant for average folk. Nagi as a world class athlete got all the perks.

Silence again loomed between the two of you and Nagi felt his throat closing as he tried to focus on driving. He had elbowed Reo back at the afterparty for suggesting this situation. Yes he loved driving and his car was new but he felt himself drowning in anxiety from the way you kept looking at him with your sparkling eyes. He also wasn’t blind to how your dress clung to your flesh and hugged you in all the right places.

“You have a nice car,” you finally broke the silence. His inner dilemma unbeknownst to you, you were beginning to question whether this had all been Reo’s idea and Nagi didn’t have the slightest interest in being here with you.

“Thank you. It was a gift for an advertisement I did. It isn’t out yet but it will air soon,” He stammered. He felt like he was driving on autopilot. The tension was thick between the two of you and he, also unaware of your thoughts, felt that it was due to his awkwardness and you not taking to him. After all, a woman like you definitely had been propositioned before. Your next words hit him like a blow.

“You can take me back to the party if you want.”

“Why would I wanna do that?” He asked. His knuckles on the steering wheel turned white.

“Reo probably wanted to speak with one of my friends and wanted you to do the same with me, but I understand how it is, being the friend that has to be tolerated because of a double date situation. You don’t have to pretend, you can take me back,” you said. Your hair hand sunken forward and covered your face as you held back tears. This whole time he hadn’t spoken a word to you and it seemed that he struggled to even look at you. Like you had said you were never the friend who was chosen who was given attention, tonight was probably no different after all it had been Reo that had done all the talking.

Nagi on the other hand was shocked, understanding the situation. His awkwardness and being in his head was causing you to think this was something it wasn’t.

“I don’t want to take you back to the party. I want you here with me,” he said. Despite your best efforts to hold tears back, your water ducts were connected to your nasal passage and a sniffle let loose.

“Hey are you crying?” Nagi asked, looking over at you. He took an upcoming exit off the highway and when he could, pulled into a secluded parking lot behind a closed warehouse. A car like this sticks out easily so you didn’t question his behavior.

On the other hand, Nagi was mentally cursing himself, his first time alone with a girl he was interested in and he already had made her cry! Reo would never let him live this down.

His hand outstretched to stroke your hair back from your face just in time to catch a tear fall. He continued to curse himself.

“I don’t want you to cry,” he spoke softly.

At this point you were embarrassed. Crying in front of a professional athlete like this because he wasn’t interested in you? Of course he wouldn’t be interested, he had the whole world of women at his feet.

“No no it’s my fault I’m being stupid and sensitive. I understand that you don’t aren’t interested in me-”

“But I am interested in you!” He surprised both you and himself by shouting. Well there was no holding back now he thought to himself before continuing, “I’m not very good at this sort of thing. I’ve never really had time for women even casually. I noticed you and would have been too scared to talk to you if it wasn’t for Reo.”

Your head was spinning.. Nagi.. interested in you?

“Well, I guess that makes two of us then. I’m not too good at this either,” you said lightly laughing.

Nagi was in awe of your laugh and smile.

Reo got him this far but he couldn’t do things Reo’s way because he wasn’t Reo. What the two of you had in common was that you were each trying to go about this in the way your friend and Reo would. The truth was you and Nagi were both shy and awkward.

It was then he decided to do things his way.

“I want to be alone with you and get to know you. Would you be comfortable coming back to my place?”

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You found yourself in his Tokyo penthouse he kept for when he traveled back to Japan. Just fitting for him it was monochrome gray themed, simple yet luxurious.

His living room area had a large flat screen television with multiple game consoles connected to it, an electric fireplace, and a coal colored leather couch.

“Here,” he came back from the kitchen with a glass of water for you. He had offered you a drink but it had been months since he had last been in Japan and as a result he had forgotten how unstocked the place was. It truly did look like a model penthouse available for viewing.

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip to humor him.

On the ride over here he had made more conversation with you and you were growing fond of his gentle and boyish awkwardness. It was sweet now that you understood his reasoning for being how he was. He had been a loner before meeting Reo, he was fond of online gaming and still gamed competitively under a pseudonym, and his favorite animals were koalas and pandas.

“Would you like to see my trophy room?” he asked.

You indulged him and followed him up the stairs to an open area where all his accolades and medals were displayed in secure glass containers. Mounted on the wall was a photo of him and his friends from Bluelock.

“This is amazing. Why keep them here though if you’re not always in Japan?” You asked.

“Japan is still home, and I find them to be more safe here,” he replied. He was standing close next to you and you could feel the physical heat from his body. You looked up at him and met his gray eyes that were fixated on your lips.

Those plush lips, he thought to himself.

“I want to kiss you,” he blurted before adding, “I’m sorry if that’s too direct.”

You gravitate towards each other like magnets.

“Nagi,” you whispered as his large hands cupped your face, “kiss me.” It was all the permission he needed and his lips were on yours. He kissed gently and sweetly, savoring your taste but it was like gasoline had been doused on the two of you and it soon became more intense. Your mouth opened under his and he slipped his tongue in. He was aware of the tenting in his pants and you were too as you felt the bulging cloth press into you.

You had him completely under your spell and possessed him, your soft lips and skin were too alluring. A different side of him had been unleashed thanks to you and it was that side that had him panting between kisses, “bedroom, bedroom now.”

He picked you up with ease racing down the hall with you in his arms as you continued to kiss. Kicking the bedroom door opened, he plopped you down on his bed of silken sheets.

His mind was racing, obviously he knew what to do I mean he had watched adult videos and masturbated but his experience in actuality was limited. The most he had done was made out with a girl Reo had set him up with, and that was because it was a formality and expected of him. The kisses he gave you now were hungry, passionate and fierce.

“I want you, please can I?” he asked breathlessly. You eagerly moved his hands to cup your breasts as an answer while you continued to kiss. Though you haven't much experience yourself, you had a long term boyfriend before and had gone all the way with him and in this moment you were so grateful for that experience that guided you with what to do with Nagi. Your hands went to undo his pants and you felt him freeze. Had you made a mistake?

“I’ve never done this before,” he stammered. He hadn’t planned on telling you that part but so far blurting things out had worked well with you. This was no different.

“I have. It’s okay, I’ll help you if you want,” you coaxed him. The heat in between your legs was begging that he wouldn’t back out and luckily he didn’t. It was like your words had relaxed him and lifted a weight off his shoulders.

“I want all of you, I need to see you,” he begged. Wanting to make him comfortable, your hands left his buckle to instead undress yourself. His gray eyes took you all in, devouring you as you saw white hot flames in his eyes. His hands joined in now tugging at your underwear as you undid your bra, both of which were discarded quickly to the floor. His hands caressed your breasts, his fingers lightly grazing the nipples.

He was next, the two of you quickly undid his tuxedo get up and his long muscles torso was revealed as well as his big gaping member. To Nagi, this was surreal, it was a rush and it was brilliant, this magnetic attraction he had to you was all consuming.

“I need to feel you,” he whispered, his face pained with desire. You wanted to do good on your promise to help him and so you guided him to lay on the bed and then crawled on top of him.

“Is this okay?” You asked,

“It’s more than okay,” he replied, understanding what you were gonna do. You spread yourself on top of him sighing in pure bliss as his cock slid into you. For Nagi it was otherworldly the warmness and depth of your vagina blanketed his bare cock and felt like a warm hug, it was pure heaven better than anything he had ever felt.

You placed his hands on your hip as you began to ride him and bounce on his cock. The tempo was nice and slow to get him used to it but the lewd sound of skin on skin and your breathy moans combined made him grip you tighter moving you up and down even faster. His eyes took it all in, your naked body and perky breasts bouncing up and down on him sending him over the edge. He felt himself cum quicker than what he hand wanted right inside of you. Your bodies were both slick with sweat.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer I,” his apologies were interrupted by your lips on his.

“It’s normal,” you replied, still breathless between kissing.

“I wanna go again,” he pouted, “I wanna try everything with you.” You cupped his face with your hands, your palms feeling the heat from his cheeks and the moist beads of sweat that had transpired from your tryst.

“That’s okay you can keep it inside until you’re ready again,” you suggested. He was quick to take you up on that offer the depths and warmness of your folds engulfing him. Between that, your eyes gazing at him, and most especially your hands going down his stomach to feel his chiseled abs, it wasn’t long until he found himself hardening again. He was grateful for you having cock warmed him and he was eager to make do on his words.

Since he was more assured, this time he wanted to set the pace and dominate you. With reluctance, he slid out from you and with surprising grace for his large stature he positioned you so you’d be knelt on the bed on all fours while he was behind you. You felt the tender mushroom tip of his length against your ass as he lined you up to him.

“I always wanted to try this,” he whispered more to himself than to you. He had an amazing view of your pussy from here and your meaty lips. Gently, he eased his way into your vagina from the back, a gasp escaping your lips when he did. He began to pump slowly but then faster still not being able to resist, you had taken to moaning almost sobbing his name as he hit every sensitive ounce of flesh in your walls.

He wasn’t silent as well, his moans and heavy breathing were loud, needy, and desperate. Never in his wildest dreams had you imagined something could sound so good, could feel so good. You turned to look back at him, his eyes were closed and his thick white hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat. His gray eyes opened and when they met yours he gave you a sinister smile. He pushed deeper into you with a force that would have made you let out a moan had his lips not have caught yours in a tongue filled kiss. All the while he gave you fast paced thrusts as he kissed you causing your head to spin.

He had evolved from earlier in the night, he was bolder and dirtier filled from the high of you. His hand reached around forward to rub the front of your vagina, finding your clit he began to massage it as he continued to thrust into you and kiss you. Faster, faster, and faster, he went that you were forced to break from the kiss for air.

You felt so close, he could feel it now with how your walls were coming down on him. You held his eye contact as his pumps reached their peak, his own eyes rolling back in pleasure. It felt so good and he knew he couldn’t go without you from now on. The way you had repeatedly moaned his name evoked more emotion from him than any crowd in the stands ever had. As he released into you and you on him, you each found your breath. He placed gentle kisses down your back.

“Stay with me tonight, and every night after,” he whispered into your skin.

#my first bluelock fic #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fic

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Crossed Lines. Kai Anderson Smut.

Holy shit y’all. Here it is. My longest fic so far. Over 3,000 words lol. So this is something I came up with in my deranged head after watching YOU on Netflix. I hope you enjoy, my little princesses. WARNINGS! Slapping. Spanking. Attempted assault. (not by Kai) Toxic relationship. Brutal violence. Fingering. Oral! Male recieving! PnV! Unprotected sex. Injury.

You had it.

Kai was downstairs screaming nonsense at his members. You started packing your bag. You both had gotten into a terrible fight because you refused to participate in killing someone.

“It’s time you prove to me your loyalty.” Kai had said to you.

“Prove my loyalty? For gods sake Kai. I’m not going to kill someone!” You responded back sharply.

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I’m not giving you a choice.” He said coldly. You balled up your fists.

“I said. No.”

He slapped you in response. After the shock, You slapped him back. You both stood there in silence before you marched away. Never would you allow someone to put their hands on you. You couldn’t go lower than you already had by being with him. He had taken your virginity two weeks ago, left you in a sweaty, aching pool in bed. He hadn’t even pleasured you. Just took it and left you laying there. You teared up at the memory as you continued packing and finished shoving in your last shirt.

You were wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, your sneakers hit the floor as you slammed the bedroom door behind you and you walked down the hallway. Passing his dead parents room, you heard rushing behind you and you turned, ready to scream at Kai for chasing you down but instead you found winter starting at you in horror.

“What are you doing?” She questioned you and you pointed to your backpack.

“What does it look like?” You snapped at her and she looked around nervously.

“You can’t leave. Kai won’t let you. If you try, he’ll hunt you down and bring you back here. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

You chuckled humorously. “He already has.” You started to move away but she grabbed your arm.

“I’m begging you. Don’t leave. I promise I can try to help you here. But just stay. He won’t rest until he finds you.” You jerked out of her hold and left the house without another word.

You stayed at a friends house, your childhood best friend who you hadn’t seen in several weeks after getting together with Kai. Who called your phone over 100 times when you left that night. You had to get a new phone with some of your stolen cash you took from the house. You imagined the horrible text messages he no doubt sent you, threatening you and telling you how pathetic it was that you left.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out with us tonight?” Your friend asked with sad eyes. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.” She told you.

“No, it’s okay, y/f/n. I’ll be fine. He won’t find me here.”

She left blowing you a kiss and you quickly put on your only pair of sneakers and you left the house in the opposite direction. There was a book store open late and you were dying to get your hands on a book, to distract you from what you’d done.

As you walked down the street, that’s when you paused in fear.

Someone, a man, stood yards away from you, wearing a clown mask. You knew it wasn’t Kai, his mask was different but you knew in your gut it was part of his cult. You gasped and ran back to the apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you.

But Winter was standing there in the living room. Her expression down as she came to you. Holding a knife. You backed away from her, holding your hands up. You were bigger than her, you knew you could force her away from you but she had a weapon. If Kai demanded her, she would do whatever he asked.

“If you just come back calmly, we won’t have to hurt you.” She said, desperate for you to listen. “Please, Y/n, come back peacefully. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really? Is that why you stand by Kai and his insanity? You’re all fucking crazy!” You yelled at her.

“Just calm down. Please. He’s been even worse without you. He sent us to come get you and bring you back. He’s not going to hurt you anymore.” She pleaded, coming closer.

“He never should have hurt me in the first place.” You replied to her.

The door burst open and the other clown came in. He was Holding a pair of handcuffs. He lunged at you. You ran to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen scissors. Winter neared you as well. You swung them wildly at both of them. “Get the fuck away from me.” You said to both of them, hating yourself for almost crying. “I’ll call the cops and tell them everything.”

“Shut your mouth.” The male said, growling at you as he pulled out another knife.

“Fuck you. And fuck Kai.” You screamed. “How did he know where I was?”

“He always knew where you were, he just waited for the right time.” Winter said.

You took off in a run, the bedroom had a large window you could escape from. You darted inside the room, yanking open the window but before you could climb out, a large hand clapped over your mouth and yanked you back. You moved rapidly, kicking and then you bit down on the hand.

“Fucking bitch.” The male said and threw you on the bed.

He tore off his mask. He was a new member you hadn’t met before. “Enough of this shit. Kai doesn’t get to have all the fun.” He lustfully looked at your body and you shrank back in fear.

He sliced off your pants with the knife, cutting your skin as he ripped them off. “Help!” You screamed but he hit you hard across the face.

“Stop it! Kai will kill you!” Winter screamed at him as she tried to stab him with the knife but he was stronger than both of you.

He yanked your legs apart and started to grind down his erection on you. You clawed at his face, scratching and you hit him as hard as you could. He winced and gave you the opportunity to try and run. But as you made to run, he grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. He flipped you on your back, aiming the knife above your face. You covered your face with your arms.

“No!” A new voice came and you all stopped fighting each other. You looked up, still pinned to the floor.

Kai stood at the door. Wearing all black, just like you and his eyes were burning with rage as he saw the mystery man holding onto you. Your pants sliced off and blood dripping down your legs.

You blacked out from fear, everything going dark.

You came too, unsure of how much time had passed and you knew where you were. You were in Kai’s basement on the couch. Your bare legs were scratched and a hand print circled your ankle. You were alone.

You burst into tears. You never wanted to see inside this basement again.

“No need for tears, y/n.” Kai’s voice interrupted you and you whipped around to see him standing in a dark corner. He came out, wearing a button down shirt and black sweatpants. He was holding a first aid kit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You said to him, hating how your voice was breaking from crying. He came over to you, ignoring how you tried to disappear as he sat next to you.

He took you leg but you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me.” You shrieked at him and he paused.

“You’re hurt. These need to be addressed.” He said matter of fact.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” You said sharply at him. Holding out your hand for the kit. Blood dripped from the lacerations on your thighs and Kai shook his head, disappointed.

“No. Let me do it. And then we’ll talk.” He pulled your leg back, more forceful and both your legs were across his lap. You stayed silence as he gently padded your wounds with saline, it only stung a little.

His fingers expertly wrapped you in bandages, and he secured them with tape. He had never been this gentle with you before. You stilled as he leaned down and pressed kisses along the white bandages, you weren’t able to move as he moved over to you. His hands gliding over your arms and shoulders. “I thought he was going to kill you.” He whispered, his lips finding your cheeks. And nose. He continued kissing your face, as they grew sloppier.

You hated yourself for not moving away from him quicker, hating yourself for loving the new affection he was giving you. Kai’s lips moved towards yours and you finally moved away, getting up, standing and limping a few feet away.

“I can’t stay here, Kai.” You stood your ground, forcing yourself to be strong.

Kai’s mouth pressed into a line and you could see his patience was wearing thin. “you already left me, Y/n. You tried to hide from me and look what happened. You got hurt. What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped in?” He reminded you.

“You’ve hurt me, Kai! You hit me! You give me no attention. You never hug me. Kiss me. Or anything. You just used me one time for sex and you just left me laying there like I was just something to fuck! You hurt me more than he did!” You screamed at him. “Of course I left. I couldn’t take it anymore.” It felt so good to let it all out.

“Is that what this is about?” His tone was short. “Just because I don’t hug you enough?”

“You didn’t listen to a word I fucking said.” You almost ripped your hair out at the root. “Let me go. I don’t want to be apart of this insanity.”

Kai stood up quickly and met you, you tried to cower back but his grip firmly locked on your jaw. “You can’t leave, little lamb. You mean too much to me.” He whispered.

“Bullshit.” You tried to move away but his hold was too tight, nearly bruising.

“Losing you only made me realize how much I want you. You deserve to be treated like a queen, lamb. You know that? Let me prove it to you.”

“How?” You said, exhausted from fighting.

Kai whistled. Several seconds later and all his members came flooding down, dragging the man who attacked you by his elbows. You jerked away from the man, and Kai lightly held you by the arm.

“Gentlemen, bring this traitor before me.” He commanded and they at once brought the tied man to his knees before Kai. His mouth was gagged and his arms and legs were tied with thick rope.

He shook violently as he tried to get out. Kai chuckled and you gasped as he pulled out a long blade from Speedwagon.

Kai knelt down, meeting the man eye to eye. “You really fucked up, didn’t you? Trying to touch what’s mine? Hurting her? I had to bandage her delicate flesh. You spilled her blood. Now, I get to spill yours.” Your heart hammered as the man screamed behind his gag.

Kai lunged forward, stabbing him multiple times, you wanted to cover your eyes but you couldn’t as Kai grabbed him by the head and slit the blade across his throat. Blood gushed from his neck as he fell over, dead within seconds.

Kai turned towards you with a sick smirk on his face. He dropped the blade. “Leave us. Reflect on what happens if anyone of you dare come close to touching what belongs to me.”

Everyone left, taking the body with them. You trembled. Kai had just murdered for you. Was this all part of his manipulation? His previous gentle touch. Was that all part of his act he was so good at?

“Was that supposed to make me stay? Just because you murdered him?” Kai clicked his tongue and his thumb wiped away a free falling tear on your cheek.

“Stop talking about leaving. You belong to me, y/n. We will always be together.” You shook your head and Kai’s jaw tightened.

“Stop doing that. Stop fucking denying me.” He was getting louder. You flinched back before you could help it.

“Stop it, Kai. You can’t just get what you want this way.” you half expected him to scream at you more but instead, Kai dropped to his knees beneath you.

His hands rubbed up and down your bare thighs, grazing the band of your underwear. Your stomach dropped as his head rested on your stomach.

“No. I’m not going to lose you.” He said quietly, you felt his mouth on your bare skin as he lifted your shirt. “You’re right…I should have treated you better.” His hot mouth peppered kisses along your hips and you couldn’t pull away as he gripped the back of your thighs.

“What are you doing?” You half moaned at the end as he started sucking your skin.

“Don’t you see? There’s not a line, in the world, that I wouldn’t cross for you.” Kai pleaded, looking up at you with dark eyes.

You wanted to give in, despite how wrong it was. Your hands settled on his shoulders and kai took the opportunity to lift you, forcing your legs around his waist as he carried you to the couch. He set you down, your legs straddling his waist as he sat down. You atop of him.

Kai leaned forward as you settled on his lap. His lips finding your pulse point as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your sensitive spots as you shuddered. His hands pulled your sweatshirt up, exposing your torso and bra. His mouth found the valley of your breasts as he started tearing your bra off, yanking the sweatshirt over your head.

Kai moved with urgency as he wrapped his lips around your perked nipple, sucking gently and your head fell back. This felt so good. This was what you wanted secretly. His lips on you. His teeth pulled at the bud, and you moaned as he rolled his clothed dick into you.

“See, how much I want you, princess?” He whispered. His mouth found yours in a feverish kiss. He opened his mouth, forcing you to the same and he shoved his tongue in your mouth. He had never kissed you like this, never with such brutal passion. His left hand wrapped around the back of your head as he deepens the kiss by sucking your lower lip.

Your hands went into his hair as he continued kissing you, sloppily as your center grew wetter and wetter as he thrusted his hips up. “Kai.” You whimpered.

Kai shoved you face forward on the couch, you gasped as he slapped your ass. You heard his belt undo and you heard him fumble with his pants as he yanked them down. His hands found your neck as he pressed the tip inside you as you were on all fours.

Your body jolted with wetness as he started slamming into you, deep enough that your walls clenched around him. You felt full as pleasure grew in your belly. His other hand found your hair as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me.” He said, you obeyed. Licking his fingers and he pulled them out and started playing with your clit.

Your breath constricted. He hadn’t touched you like this before. His fingers circled your clit rapidly, as he slammed his hips against your ass. Both your bodies moved against each other. “Kai, I’m close.” You groaned.

“Cum for me. Show me.” He slapped your ass again and you nearly screamed as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your body halted as you felt him empty inside you, you didn’t worry as you were still on birth control.

Seconds passed and he turned you around, his swollen cock in your face. “Open that pretty little mouth.” You leaned forward and licked the tip to the baseline of his dick. “I want you to taste how good we are together.” His head lolled to the side as you started sucking gently.

Your teeth very lightly grazed the tip and he moaned deep within his chest as you bobbed your head up and down, the tip brushing your gag reflex.

“That’s it, choke on daddy’s cock, little lamb.” He encouraged and pulled your hair back, too hard but you didn’t mind the pressure.

He moved into your mouth and you gagged, your jaw tightening as he filled your mouth. “Fuck. Fucking shit.” He muttered as you licked him again.

He pulled back. “Your turn.” You didn’t have time to think as he pushed you back, pushing your legs open. He knelt on the floor. Grabbing the back of your ass as he pulled your pussy to his face. He wrapped his lips around your clit, you let out little gasps as he laid his tongue flat against you, your folds convulsing as he lapped at your pussy, diving inside you and then dragging his tongue back to your clit.

You rode his face as he licked you, “You taste so fucking good,” he praised you. “You’re such a pathetic little slut, you know that? So wet for me.”

Your pleasure grew as it was about to burst.

Kai didn’t let you come, stopping right before you exploded. You let out a whine as he crawled over you, shoving his cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. “Come on, you can moan better than that.” He said, thrusting deep inside you.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin but he couldn’t care less. Your head pressed against his shoulder as he moved, his cock touching the deepest parts of you.

Your release came in a wildfire, you let out a loud scream, panting as he came to his finish. Spilling into you, both of your orgasm merging together as he let out a loud moan. He shook as he emptied inside you. You both tried to catch your breath as he stayed inside you for several seconds. He finally pulled out.

He cleaned himself up with a rag, he dragged the cloth over you as you mewled at the feeling.

He slid his boxers on and you put your underwear back on. You expected him to leave but he laid next to you on the couch, pulling your body near his as he pressed your head against his chest. You were quiet as his fingers lightly traced your bare skin of your back.

Soon, your eyes drifted shut, and you felt a uncharacteristic light kiss on your forehead. You looked at him through your lashes and he met your gaze. He stayed silent as you reached up, pressing a kiss to his lips and he finally let you, letting his guard down.

Tagging. @spill-the-t

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harlowsbby · 6 months

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Love Sick

- It’s a good thing the two of you broke up. - Annie.

- I agree with Annie, now you can focus on yourself! - Maddie

- he was an asshole anyways! he didn’t even try to fight for you! - Megan

You rolled your eyes as you finished reading a few messages you had gotten from your friends. Tossing your phone somewhere on your bed you rolled yourself up in your covers and sighed.

You missed Jack and you missed him dearly, even though you knew deep down that this breakup with him might’ve been the best move you couldn’t help but to feel as if it wasn’t.

You haven’t seen him since you left Louisville that night, but you figured he left you with no choice right? He didn’t bother coming back home that night so you took that as his answer.

You knew all the two of you needed was a single conversation and maybe just a little motivation but as of right now you were going on your first week without him, and truthfully you missed him.

Just as you were about to close your eyes and try and sleep away the heartache your phone started buzzing again.

“Fuck what do they want now.” You groaned and unraveled yourself from your blankets and went to get your phone to place it on dnd till you saw who the message was from.

Urban

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

————— —— time skip———————-

“Jack, dude get up! You look like someone who just got their heartbroken or some shit.” Ace told Jack which caused Urban to elbow him into the side.

“Ouch, what the hell was that for?” Ace groaned and held his side.

“He did get his heartbroken you dummy he just needs to go through all the different types of emotions I guess.” Urban said.

Jack hasn’t been doing all that well ever since the two of you broke up, he knew just leaving you that night was wrong on his end but he didn’t know what to do, he was tired of the fussing and fighting.

“Can you two just let me be? Let me be heartbroken in peace.” He groaned and pulled the blanket back over himself.

“Sorry but we can’t do that, tonight is the last show for No Place Like Home Tour so I need you to get up and go get ready for rehearsals dude.” Urban sternly stated.

Urban hated seeing Jack like this and he hated that Jack had to push his feelings to the side, but he had one last show to put on.

“What if I just cancel tonight? And give all the fans their money back yeah I think that’s a good idea.” Ace rolled his eyes. “The Jack I know wouldn’t do that, you hate letting your fans down so get up and let’s go.”

Jack knew they were right the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his fans that traveled long and far to see him.

“Fine, but after tonight just let me listen to my Drake and be heartbroken in peace?” Ace laughed. “Whatever you say boss.” Ace and Jack walked outside to the sprinter, Urban had told them that he’d be out there in a second.

Urban did a double look around making sure everyone was gone before taking out his phone and texting you.

Y/N

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

Not even a few seconds after he sent the message you had texted him back.

Y/N

- call me…

He looked around once more and once he saw the coast was clear he called you. “Urban? Why do you want me to fly out to Louisville?”

“Jack misses you okay and I know you miss him.”

“But we broke up Urban I don’t think I should fly out there, nothing is going to change.” He huffed.

“You don’t know unless you try I want the two of you to talk and figure things out, please I need my friends back together.”

You bit your lip and thought about it, maybe if the two of you did talk it out maybe just maybe someone good could benefit from tonight.

“Alright fine just let me know where to meet you at.”

“At his show tonight I’ll let security know you’re coming in.” You nodded your head even though he wouldn’t be able to see you. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon Urban.” You hung up the phone and flopped back into your bed.

“What am I getting myself into.” You mumbled to yourself.

———————time skip———————

The entire plane ride you were on ten, your nerves we’re all over the place and your anxiety was on hundred.

You tried distracting yourself by playing games on your phone or taking a little nap here and there but your mind kept drifting off to the last time you spoke to Jack.

Flashback.

“Talk to me Y/N.” You continued to ignore him causing Jack to sigh.

“Can we act like adults here and talk? This whole ignoring me game is childish as hell Y/N.”

“What do you want to talk about? Because every time I wanted to talk you just brushed me off and acted like you couldn’t be bothered.” You spat.

“Please let’s just talk I wanna resolve this.” You chuckled bitterly. “Okay so who is she? Because what from I’m hearing you’re everywhere with her.”

Lately Jack has been going out super later and coming home super later and of course it was starting to worry you. You’ve been cheated on before and you’d be dammed if you stuck around and allowed yourself to be cheated on again.

Instead of waiting around the house all day you decided to follow Jack to see where he’d be, just to find him having some sort of dinner or lunch with his supposedly ‘long time friend’

“She’s a friend I knew from high school and we’re just catching up on lost time.” You rolled your eyes.

“If that’s the case why couldn’t you tell me about her? Why do you have to sneak around.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You chuckled dryly.

“Not that big of a deal? You know what I’ve been through before and I’m your girlfriend so what makes you think this isn’t a big deal.” You yelled out.

“See this is why I have to sneak around behind your back because you make everything into a big deal, maybe if you weren’t so insecure within yourself I wouldn’t have to keep shit private.” He spat.

“What did you say?” You spoke your voice barley above a whisper. “I said maybe if you weren’t so insecure I wouldn’t have to keep shit from you.” He repeated again without hesitation.

“Maybe if I’m so damn insecure you should just leave then, I wouldn’t want you to be with someone who was insecure.”

You expected for Jack to come over to you and to apologize and make things right but he didn’t, he did the complete opposite.

“Maybe you’re right I think that is for the best.” And that was the last time you saw him.

Flashback over.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The flight attendant smiled at you and brought you out of your daze.

“Oh right I’m sorry.” You quickly apologized and got up and grabbed your bags. You sent Urban a text letting him know you just landed.

He sent you a text back letting you know to just have the driver take you to the arena and he’ll have security waiting in the back to take your bags to the hotel.

“Here goes nothing.” You sighed and leaned back into the seat of the car, the entire car ride there you couldn’t help but to think about what was going to happen or what was going to be said.

“Jack let’s go it’s time!” Nemo told him and Jack made his way to the back of the stage.

Jack was trying to focus on tonight being a good night but he missed you and wanted you here with him, he felt guilty the way things ended with the two of you.

“You ready?” Urban told him and Jack gave him a half smile. “Not really but shows gotta go on right?”

Urban so baldy wanted to tell Jack that you were here and that tonight was going to end well but he had to keep it a secret.

“By tonight I’m sure you’ll be in a better mood.” Jack rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt it but come on let’s get tonight over with.”

After the show Jack made his way backstage to where everyone cheered and congratulated him on a great tour.

He was thankful for everyone in the room but all he wanted to do was get back to the hotel.

“Where are you going so fast?” He stopped walking when he heard that familiar voice. Turning around he was met by you.

“Y/N?” He whispered as if he was dreaming. You smiled and nodded your head. “Hi Jack.” Before you were able to say anything else he was making his way towards you and pulling you into his embrace.

“I fucking missed you so much you have no idea.” He spoke, a few tears forming in his eyes.

“I missed you too Jack, I’m sorry for ever doubting you, Maggie told me that your friend well let’s just say she doesn’t exactly like guys.” Jack laughed and pulled back from you.

“I’m sorry for what I said it was wrong of me, forgive me?”

“I’ll forgive you under one condition?” He grinned. “What condition is that?” You smirked which caused Jack to have a look of worry.

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“And your total will be $300 dollar and 34 cents.” The cashier smiled up at Jack who had a frown displayed on his face.

“Are you sure it’s that much? I mean what the hell did you even buy babe.” Jack asked and looked down at your small Sephora bag.

“I only got the necessities babe.” You told him even though you knew full on well you were lying through your teeth.

“Fine, here you go.” Jack handed the lady the card and she swiped it without any hesitation. Once she handed Jack his card back the two of you were out the store.

“So where are we going now?” You asked him as you looked around all the different shops at the mall, you looked like a kid in a candy store.

“What? I thought we were done baby?” He panicky asked. “Done?” You huffed. “You broke my heart remember? You owe me a shopping spree.”

Jack groaned as you dragged him along he knew by the end of the day that his feet along with his bank account was going to be hurting.

(Idk about this 😭 I rewrote this about three times but I hope you all enjoy it!)

(Also idk how to make gifs so I just added a piece from the music video 🧍🏽‍♀️😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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holybibly · 21 days

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Hello everyone, bunnies or not (due to recent events). Today we're going to talk about serious things.

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moonlightspencie · 10 months

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tolerate it

Description: listen to the song by taylor, that’ll tell ya

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Warnings: it’s just angst lolll, hotch is kind of a dick, age gap relationship (hotch in his early forties, reader in mid twenties)

Word Count: 2k

a/n: based on the song obvi, but also this post from @greg-montgomery bc that idea had been rattling in my brain and ouchie but i’m glad other people had the same thought 👹

also: jack doesn’t exist in this universe for the sake of my brain

Befriending an FBI agent didn’t seem like a plausible next step when I decided to take a job as a barista. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was luck, though whether it was good or bad was hard to decipher.

It started out good.

We sat across from one another after my shift was over. I wouldn’t tell him that hanging out at my job after I was done wasn’t my number one choice purely for the fact that he smiled soft and sweet when he asked. We needed to talk anyways.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea, to be honest,” he mentioned, a shy smile on his face.

“Why is that, do you think?” I questioned.

“I have… A past. There’s been so much that’s happened to myself and my family. I have a demanding job. Dating, even the concept of it, has been hard since—“

He stopped, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he looked down at the drink in his hands. I could tell something heavy was weighing on him, and it hurt to see him looking so down. Granted, we hadn’t known one another for long, but he’d become a close friend. I knew some of his tells, at least.

He looked back up at me, finding nothing but sincerity when he saw me looking back at him.

“My wife, uh, she,” he paused, clearing his throat. “She didn’t just… pass away. She was killed. It was by someone my team was hunting down, and it was hard. I haven’t been looking to date since then.”

I nodded. “I understand, and I don’t want to pressure you. But, if you decide that you do feel ready, I’ll be here.”

He smiled, taking one of my hands from across the table. I swallowed down butterflies, trying to ignore the softened look on his face when he watched me.

“You deserve better. You should be with someone less busy. Younger.”

“I don’t mind a busy working schedule, and everyone has baggage. If you don’t want this, that’s okay. But I do,” I confessed, noting the blush on his cheeks as I spoke. “It’s all about communication, isn’t it? Making sure that if things are hard or messy or frustrating that you talk it out?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I just—“

“Hey,” I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. Again, if you change your mind, I’ll be here.”

He let out a breath. “Thank you.”

I watched him for a while in the silence. He still had that cute frown on his face.

“I think the problem now is that I don’t want to wait,” he said at last.

I smiled back at him, taking his hand as he pulled me out of the little cafe.

Things started out so well. He’d give me a shy smile every time he showed up at my door to take me out somewhere. He’d call each time he was able to on cases. His sweet demeanor and hidden soft heart stole me over.

It was an easy ‘yes’ when he asked me to move in.

It was easy being with him for so long. But things always change. Sometimes for the worse.

A kiss hello and goodnight became the only times I’d feel his lips on mine. He’d work on what he needed to, sure to tell me any time I asked about what he was doing that I wouldn’t understand it.

I’d stand around, waiting for a drop of attention like a kicked dog. It never mattered. Conversations always turned into short arguments shut down by his cool, even-toned voice telling me I was overreacting. Who was I to think that I knew anything?

“You’re throwing a tantrum,” he huffed, annoyed.

I paused, staring at him in confusion. He stared back at me blankly. Of course he couldn’t be bothered to show any kind of emotion outside of a snap in his voice.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t have time for this,” he said, shaking his head.

He continued packing his thing to head to the bureau, and I once again stood alone, watching him. A mere inconvenience in his morning routine.

“If this is all in my head, just tell me,” I said quickly. “But it feels like you’re intentionally ignoring me. Like I’m some kind of child to you.”

He stared at me for a moment, his face indecipherable.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You didn’t ask me a question. If you want to know something, all you have to do is ask.”

He left after that, leaving me speechless in the living room, staring at the door of the apartment. I busied myself all day, trying not to think about it. Days when I was at work while he was felt fine enough. Not good, but fine.

Days when I was alone while he was out working though… I felt like a kid waiting for a parent to return.

I was in the kitchen with a glass of wine when he finally got home. He silently walked around the space. I’m sure he took off his jacket. Undid his tie. Set down his things and locked up the gun. Usual routine that I had no part in and probably never would.

He finally walked into the kitchen behind me, not bothering to say a word as he got a glass of water. Of course, I’d be the first to speak up.

“Are we going to talk about today?”

I turned, finally looking at him. He sipped at the glass of water, simply raising his brows in question. I furrowed mine in response, sick of him trying to shove away any semblance of communication.

“What about it?” he asked.

“What about it? We were kind of in the middle of talking when you left.”

“And we finished it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

He sighed hard. Quiet again. Brooding and stoic Aaron Hotchner. Never having time for anyone’s bullshit.

I wouldn’t have guessed my feelings were more shit on the pile to him. Guess I should’ve known better.

I looked at the plates that remained in the drying rack. Pretty and clean. I’d spent all afternoon doing the dishes, making sure they’d sparkle. If I couldn’t catch his eye anymore, maybe if he saw his own reflection in the plates, he’d realize I did something for him. It might remind him I was still here. In fact, the silverware was even cleaned and polished until they absolutely gleamed. I could probably blind myself with a spoon if I angled it from the sun just right. And I’d do it if he asked me to. Just to see him smile at me as I blinked back at him, trying to see correctly again. Three hours I’d spent on such a small task. Three hours while he sat in his office. I didn’t even know what he did in there, but I knew he’d been finished with what he actually needed to do for the day. I hoped that he might at least come home to see if I was still in the apartment. Would he even miss me if I had decided to leave? I didn’t know. I knew I could at least make him miss having clean dishes.

I moved swiftly, reaching for one of the plates. I held it in my hands, letting the weight of it weigh me down a little. I noticed how the kitchen light bounced off of the surface. Then, I looked at him.

He still had that stupid frown on his face.

Usually a moment like this would require that the person holding the glass wasn’t thinking straight. An accidental drop, leading to scary, sharp edges of glass all over the floor. Shock. Maybe embarrassment. A jump backwards. I did none of the above when I tossed down the plate onto the kitchen tile. It hit the ground with force, sending shards all across the floor in between us. The pieces shone up at his bewildered face as a taunt. They sparkled in my direction like a gleam of light in playful eyes that were daring me to do it again. And it was fucking cathartic.

I took another, ignoring the call of my name trying to stop me, and slammed it on the ground right on top of the remains of the first.

“Stop,” he said, voice raising just below a full yell.

I smiled to myself, holding the third of four in my hands. I couldn’t stop staring at the wreckage I’d already caused, but I let my eyes wandered in his direction.

“You want a tantrum?” I asked, holding the third plate just above my head. “I’ll give you a tantrum. What was it that you said to me? Uh… Oh! Right: ‘all you had to do was ask’.”

I let the plate drop, debris flying all around my feet, thought none of it was sharp enough to do harm. Maybe that was a part of the fun. The plates were thick and heavy. They weren’t made to break. But when they did, it was loud and hard and didn’t hurt me one bit. In any sense of the word.

As I reached for the final plate in the rack, he started circling to get behind me. He grabbed my arm, trying to stop me from letting it hit the floor. He turned me towards him.

“Stop. You’re acting like a child.”

I merely nodded. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Fuck off, Aaron.”

I whipped my hand hard enough to send the final plate flying. I wrenched myself from his grip after I heard the satisfying crash, stalking past him and out of the kitchen.

He stomped off after me, catching me as I started putting a few things in my bag in the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

I laughed humorlessly. “Right. Like you care.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

Silence again.

“You’re everything to me, Aaron,” I said, staring straight back at him. “You were everything and your feelings were everything and what am I to you? Huh?”

“You’re my girlfriend.”

“And that’s it? Just a commodity. Someone who sits all nice and quiet when you get home so that you don’t feel completely alone. Someone who’ll light the candles and wash the dishes and try over and over again to love you. All for nothing.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s more than fair.”

“You’re acting so—“ he stopped himself, voice raising again.

“So what, Aaron? Immature?”

“That’s not—“

“Sorry, I totally forgot about the age difference. It’s not like you remind me every single time we get into any kind of argument,” I argued back, venom in my voice. “You’re so much older and wiser. You must always know better.”

He scoffed. I stayed for a moment, still squared up emotionally. I finally went back to packing a few things when I realized he wasn’t responding to me. He watched quietly as I went, fists balled up at his sides, almost convincing me that he actually cared.

He called my name again, this time much more quietly. I ignored him, zipping up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. He said it again, a little louder.

“What?” I snapped.

“Where are you going?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe my sister’s place.”

He sighed. “Are you coming home?”

I paused, looking at him as I stood in the doorway. He dropped his shoulders, finally letting his guard down.

“I don’t know. What happens if I don’t? If I were to pick up and leave and never look back?” I asked, steeling my face again. “I don’t think it’d make much of a difference to you.”

“Yes, it would.”

“Then figure out if you really want me in your life. Then I’ll give you an answer. Until then, I’m done giving everything to you all for me to turn up completely drained.”

“I love you,” he said, trying to convince himself just as much as he tried convincing me.

I nodded, heading for the door. I was done trying to convince myself I didn’t need him. I didn’t need empty words anymore. I had the truth: I found it in a neatly packed bag and a pile of broken dishes on the kitchen floor.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner x female reader

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houseofhyde · 1 year

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aemond doesn't know...

pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. ...that aegon and you do it in his van every sunday.

warnings. modern au, fuckbuddy!aegon, best friend!aemond, artist!aemond, drummer!aegon, light angst, smut (p in v, creampie, hair pulling, light anal play (?), use of slut.)

word count. 1.5k

hyde’s input. happy valentines, guys, gals and whores! <3 i was supposed to be posting a daemon smut but i got sidetracked bc scotty doesn't know by lustra came on shuffle and, well, my mind is hyperactive. my attraction to aegon is purely fueled by the fact i've been attracted to tom glynn carney since dunkirk. not completely comfortable writing for him yet though, so i may end up restricting myself to only writing modern aus when it comes to aegon. fic has not been edited!!

taglist. i've chosen not to tag anyone as this is the first time i'm posting for this character and am unsure who on my taglist is comfortable reading aegon fics.

let’s get one thing clear: you are not dating aemond targaryen.

sure, he walks you to class every morning despite his own being on the other end of campus; and drags himself out of bed at one, two, three in the morning to pick you up on the nights you work the closing shift. and, ok, he brings you out for lunch, and dinner, and home for the holidays. sure, he’s filled sketchbooks with drawings of you, he’s skipped out on lectures just to clean vomit out of your hair and last-nights make-up off your face, he’s almost stolen a handful of picture-perfect kisses beneath mistletoes and sunsets.

but, he’s never made his move.

so aegon feels no remorse for his love-struck brother as he rips off the red lace panties that conceal his latest best friend.

she’s always there for him, waiting with open arms- between open legs- and offering the warmest of hugs for his cock. she’s pretty and clean and tastes like a tangy peach, just a little too ripe but perfect for his liking.

“hey there sweetheart,” his voice, bouncing off the walls of the overheating vehicle, coos over his own excitement. she’s hard to resist, dribbling with sticky sweetness, and aegon swears- he swears!- that she winks at him, taunting him to slip inside to the promised land. “hmm, what’s that, darling? i missed you too.”

“would you stop talking to my pussy like it’s a person and hurry up!” and there you are to burst his bubble, on all fours with your skirt flipped up over your (in aegon’s opinion) perfectly shaped ass and trying oh so hard to not comment on the mess of empty beer cans and fast food wrappers and miscellaneous parts of a drum-set that occupy the unholy grounds of the back of aegon’s van.

“don’t listen to her, sugarplum,” you’d cringe at his choice of pet-name, were it not for the fact the insufferable bastard’s leaning down to press a kiss on your rear-cheeks, peaceful pecks concluded with the lewd- and unexpectedly intriguing- drag of his tongue over your asshole. you lurch forward, stopped only by the grasp of his hands on your hips. “she’s just jealous of what we have, always trying to get between us.”

he’s a cruel torturer, a sadist who gets a kick out of making you squirm and cry and ache for his touch. maybe it’s about the power it gives him, to see you so pliant and needy for naught but him. or perhaps it’s a point he’s needing to prove, to curse that stuck up little brother of his who’s always making comments on the women he choses to indulge himself him.

oh, what he’d give to have aemond stumble upon this scene of him, the puppet master, and you, the poor thing on a string, mouth dropping open in a quiet plea as aegon toys his thumb over your puckered hole, an unspoken threat to fill it before he so much as touches your soaked cunt.

“aegon, please!”

“hmm, i seriously need to get a recording of you saying that,” you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. nevertheless, you look, and what a sight he is: eyes more black than blue, hair a messed crown upon his head, hardened nipples the prettiest shade of blush pink. unlike you, he’s shamelessly nude for anyone to see, dare they stumble too close to the rocking van. “make it my ringtone, or put you on our debut record.”

you’ve no real clue who our encompasses, though you guess it’s whatever recent mediocre band the targaryen boy’s landed himself in.

the same band aemond keeps saying he needs to take you to see, a so called night-of-laughter you need away from all those assignments and exams that keep getting in the way of your designated best friend dates.

“you’re so gross,” your words clash with your actions, arching your back and further presenting him with where you need him most.

“oh, but you love it.”

and you do, you really do.

you love how aegon fills you, slow at first to “get your pretty kitty stretched”, and all at once after he’s got the first few inches in, no warning before the head of him brutishly knocks against your cervix. you love the groaning and moaning and utter bullshit that finds it’s way out of his cushioned lips, whines of so tight and praises of you take me so fucking well, baby. you love how he talks you through it, voice a gentle whisper of encouragement from the moment the took your virginity till even now, months and several more encounters later. you love that he plays you like an instrument, skillful with the move of his fingers and careful with the pressing of your buttons.

“yeah, like it from this angle, don’t you? like to take me nice and deep,” he’s spewing out behind you, fucking into you at a speed that’s got not only you whining but the van too. “what a pretty little slut i’ve made out of you.”

you hate that he’s aegon. dirty, slimy, enemy/big brother to your best friend, aegon. you hate that it would crush aemond to know this is how you’re spending your sunday, cramped in the back of his brother’s van as he defiles you from behind. you hate that you keep coming back.

“what’d you tell him this time, huh?” like he’s reading your mind, aegon questions you, words slurring together in the haze of lust, no need to name the man you both know unites you as much as he divides you. “where’ds he think you are?”

“ch-aah,” the word is lost among the slapping of skin and the cry of sheer terrified pleasure you feel as he reaches so deep you’re almost sure you feel him in your guts, arms giving out beneath you and leaving you pressed face first into the floor. “church! he, he thinks i’m in church.”

“if he’s thinking you’re on your knees,” aegon’s words fall upon deaf ears as the cord begins to tighten in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any second and leave you to fall into the pits of pleasure. “he’s not entirely wrong.”

he doesn’t need to be told when or how to touch you, he just knows, and so it’s no surprise when the rough pads of aegon’s fingers rub over your aching clit. the euphoric feeling of the tough skin dancing over your buzzing bundle of nerves and his cock, pulsating and raw, fucking into you over and over and over, molding a home for itself within your tight cunt, it’s all too much.

“c’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.” he’s so encouraging, so supportive as his free hand tangles itself in your hair, swift with the way it’s pulling you up till your back hits his chest. “give me what i want, go on. cum on my cock, pretty please baby.”

you do as he commands, mouth dropping open in a cry of ecstasy heard only by you, aegon and the walls that make up his beaten van. he’s not far behind, thrusts turning sloppy in the final moments as he fights through the squeeze of your orgasm before he’s spilling inside of you, head burrowed in the crook of your neck to stiffle the pathetic whimpers born from the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum till it’s dripping out of you and onto the floor, joining the rest of the mess.

“shh, shh, atta girl.” the press of his lips against your forehead is grounding, soothing you just as much as the stroke of his hands over your thighs as you crash back against him, energy drained and muscles aching. aegon’s no better, heart running at the speed of a stallion and skin burning hot red from the unbearable heat. “that’s it, you’re good. i’ve got you.”

as it always goes, you pull away first.

you fight back a discomforted frown as the emptiness hits you, what remains of his spend inside of you now dripping out to the surface of your slit. neither of you talk as you clean yourselves up, him tugging his clothes back on and you checking just how badly your makeup has smudged.

it's worse than any walk of shame, really, this stifling silence that fills the space between you as he sparks up the engine and begins the drive back.

“this can’t happen again.” it’s only once you’ve stepped out the door that you speak, hand resting on the handle and eyes focusing anywhere than his hands on the stearing wheel, the same hands he’d had burried between your thighs less than an hour before.

“you said that the last time.”

“i mean it!” you don’t. “this is the last time, aegon.” it’s not.

you only make it halfway up the path to the door of your house till he’s honking his horn and rolling his window down.

“i’ll see you same time next week, yeah?”

“fuck you!” and, yet, you smile.

“can’t wait, sweetheart!”

#aegon targaryen smut #aemond targaryen smut #modern aegon #modern aemond #house of the dragon smut #aegon targaryen fluff #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen oneshot #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen fanfic

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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HII I REALLY LOVE THE WAY U WRITE ITS SO COMFORTING SMH

and since ur request are open id like to ask going to prom but whit fyodor this time

ofc feel totally free to ignore no pressure :D

have a nice day or night <33

Prom with Fyodor!

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're here! This one is a little short, and I apologize in advance. These are kind of based on my experiences with my southern senior proms lol. I hope you like it! I will be writing more for fyodor soon I just haven't gotten to him yet. Words: 477 Genre: fluff Warnings: none Pairing: fyodor/reader Tags: @estelera11891

Fyodor wasn’t one for large crowds or blaring lights, but for you, he would do anything. He wore small earplugs hidden under his hair so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed with the loud music. He kept you close to him, a possessive hold making it clear to everyone who your date was. He never went to Prom, so he didn’t know how these things were supposed to go. This was completely new to him.

“Why are they playing the most random genres of music?” he asked after hearing slow country immediately after Beyonce.

You smiled, “It’s really just a mix of popular songs from this year.”

He couldn’t stand the music. He thought this event would be more like a gala, so you could imagine his surprise once inside. He didn’t know how to dance the way you normally would at a high school prom. The whole hands-on-the-shoulders thing most people did was weird to him.

He definitely believed you two were the best dressed at the venue, and whispered little remarks in your ear regarding others’ fashion choices. “I’ve never seen such a suit so loud…”

Laughter erupted from you, “That’s pretty tame compared to what I saw last year.”

“You have a pretty smile.” His eyes stared deeply into yours, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

When the two of you are sat out on the patio, he has an arm around your waist. He loves to talk when prompted, and your friends loved every bit of his thick accent. Anyone could get mesmerized by his soothing voice. You could listen to him for hours.

He liked getting to know your friends. Meeting the people you hung out with meant a lot to him, mainly because he wanted to ensure that you were around safe people. Listening to you interact with them was entertaining, even if there were things he didn’t quite understand.

Towards the end of the night, he wanted to do more for you. Prom seemed like such a drag compared to the other events he’d attended, so he took you for a late dinner by the ocean. There was no one else around, aside from the few violinists. This was more his pace, and he hoped it was good for you as well.

“Why don’t we dance, myshka?” He stood up and held a hand out to you.

You nodded.

“As much as I love to show you off, there’s nothing I love more than to have you like this. All to myself.” His hands moved across your body as you moved with him. His touch is so gentle when he places a kiss on your cheek. You melt into him.

Normally, you would find this stuff to be tacky, but not with Fyodor. He knows how to treat you with class, making you feel like the only one in the world.

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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"Steve?"

"Steve?" A little louder.

"Steve?!" Dustin shouts, even though he just to the left of him.

At that, Steve turns his head "What?"

"Ugh" Dustin sighs dramatically. "I guess I'll repeat myself one more time, since you weren't listening. I said, will you take us to the ice skating rink in the next town this Saturday?"

"Yeah, sure man. " Steve says easily. Of course he will, he wasn’t trying not to listen, but he hadn’t realized Dustin was talking to him. They are all hanging out in Steve’s livingroom, parents of course not home. With the various conversations going on between the other kids and the older teens, it was hard for Steve to hear. If he doesn't actively try to listen, or know someone is talking to him, he can't always hear them. His hearing in his left ear has been going since the various head injuries he has gotten over the last couple years. But he doesn’t mention it. All he has is his body to protect his friends. He doesn't feel smart, or strategic, or really anything else useful that he can offer. So if they find out he is physically impaired in someway, they will know they don't need him anymore. So he keeps quiet. And it works, people just chalk it up to poor listening. They don't question it. Afterall he can hear if he tries, he did hear Dustin in the Upside-Down.

But Eddie notices. He honestly notices everything Steve Harrington does, has since he realized that he had a massive crush on him in when he threw him his sweater. But Eddie sees the way Steve focuses on every conversation he is in, and how genuinely surprised he looks when someone thinks he is not listening. He watches as Steve will turn his head so his right ear is always closer to the person he is trying to hear. He wonders why Steve doesn't just speak up.

So he slides to the empty couch cushion to the right of Steve. He leans in close to Steve's ear, in a low voice he says "Can we go somewhere to talk, big boy?" The flirtatious name comes out instinctively.

Steve nearly jumps out of his skin at the feel of Eddie’s breath against his skin. He doesn't know why Eddie wants to talk alone, but it makes his heart pound against his chest. All he can do is nod as he stands up, leading Eddie to his bedroom.

It is only when he closes his bedroom door, he realizes he made a mistake. They could've gone anywhere, the kitchen, dining room, literally anywhere else to be alone and he took him here. He sits on the edge of the bed, a small blush covering his face.

Eddie also acknowledges the odd choice, tries to not to read into it, as he sits next to Steve. He clears his throat, causing Steve to look at him. "I wanna ask you something, okay?" He shifts uncomfortably.

Steve hears the nervousness in Eddie's voice, imagination running wild as what the question could be. He lets himself hope for a moment that Eddie wants him too. Eddie does call him all those cute names afterall. He quietly replies "Yea?" Eddie sees Steve subconsciously lean closer leading with his right side.

All the hope is crushed when he hears Eddie’s question. "Steve can you not hear out of your left ear?" Eddie's big doe eyes boring into him.

Steve feels stupid, of course Eddie wasn't going to ask him out. Eddie just noticed that he was broken. He looks away before saying "It's nothing, Eds. My right ear is fine, I get by fine."

Steve is the only one who calls him Eds, and it makes his brain malfunction everytime, wanting to melt into the sweet little name. But he pulls it together. "Princess," he watches Steve blush at the nickname he has called him for months, always eliciting the same reaction. Eddie isn't sure if it is embarrassment, or fondness, but he knows Steve likes it more than 'king Steve.' "I know you get by fine. You're badass, you can do anything." The way Eddie says it is so genuine, like he truly believes Steve is this amazing person, and if Steve isn't careful, he may fall for it. But he stays quiet, keeping his guard up.

So Eddie continues. "But you don't have to. If you can't hear, say something. We're your friends, we can make adjustments."

Steve looks down and mumbles "It's fine."

"Steve..." Eddie starts.

"I said it was fine, Eddie!" He voice is stern, tinged with brokenness. He meets Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie is frustrated, not sure why Steve is being so difficult. "Why are you being like this, Harrington?!" He throws his hands up in the air.

Steve stands up, off the bed so he can stand in front of Eddie, looking down at him. "Because, it really I fine. I don't want you guys to worry about me, or be seen as something else that needs to be taken care of, a burden. God, I'm such a fucking idiot. I actually thought that maybe you were going to ask me out. But no, it was just to remind me that I am breaking, that soon I'm going to be useless to you guys." Steve hadn't meant to say all that, but he did and now he is left feeling vulnerable and little.

Eddie tries to process everything, including the fact that Steve Harrington wanted him to ask him out. But he is stuck on the last part, that Steve honestly believes his friends only want him for what he can do for them. He doesn't know what makes him do it but he reaches for Steve’s shaking hands that were down by his sides. He expects Steve to pull away, but he doesn’t. He just stays still staring at Eddie. "Stevie...you can never be useless to us, I need you to know that. We are your friends, and not just because you do stuff for all of us, for me. You do that, and we appreciate you, but that's not all you are Steve Harrington."

The glassy look in Steve’s eyes show such insecurities, terrified to believe him. He whispers "Really?"

"Yes." Eddie smiles "You are brave and funny and smart." At smart Steve turns his head in disbelief.

"Hey, hey." Eddie fights to get his attention again. "You are smart. Robin has told me how you put together that music was from the mall when their were Russians, and how your quick thinking saved them. You knew you had the best chance to find the portal. Stevie, we all are smart in different ways. And even that, you are more. You are the best person I know." Steve meets his eyes again. "And I know everyone loves you, especially me..." Eddie blushes and Steve catches it. Then Eddie sees it, that pretty little smile Steve gives when he is genuinely happy.

"Do you mean that?" Steve whispers.

"Yea..." Eddie smiles, before a burst of bravery comes over him. He pulls Steve down to his knee, so that Steve's sitting with his right ear facing Eddie. Eddie wraps his arms around the surprised man's waist, whispering into his right ear so he can be heard loud and clear. "So we can make adjustments for you."

Steve turns his head so he is facing the other man, beaming. "Thanks Eddie..." He flashes his eyes down to Eddie's lips and back up to his eyes, silently asking permission to do more.

Eddie’s eyes say it all, eagerly glistening back at Steve. So Steve puts one hand under Eddie’s chin while the other twists into his hair, leaning in close, crashing thier lips together. Eddie's lips are chapped but he likes the friction against his, the kiss needy and passionate and wonderful.

They end up making out on Steve’s bed, Eddie laying back and pulling Steve on top of him, hands roaming along each other’s bodies. It isn't until they hear a couple of them upstairs looking them, that they pull apart. When Steve opens the door to Dustin and Robin, hair askewed and shirt not doing much better, Dustin just shakes his head looking past him to Eddie sitting on his bed. "Finally." Giving him a shit eating grin. Robin is smiling next to him knowing of Steve's massive crush.

They go to turn around, presumably to leave the other two to it, when Steve says "Wait."

That afternoon he told them he was having trouble hearing, telling the others soon after. And Eddie was right. The others didn't care, treating him no different. They make little adjustments like ensuring they are standing to the right of Steve, or tapping him to get his attention to ensure he hears them. But they never make Steve feel bad about it because they do love Steve as much as he loves them.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve can't hear #semi deaf steve #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steve loves his friends #they love him

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anitabighug · 1 year

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ]

Chapter Five; Can’t Help Falling in Love ( A/N: This chapter has a lot of music involved with it! If you’d like to listen along, click the [♫] SONG NAME - ARTIST as you see them! ) ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● The four of you arrive in the square, and go your separate ways. Barnaby, who had carried Wally limply under his arm all the way over for some reason, dragged the boy over to the snack table to start the party up straight away. Howdy had his work cut out for him, that was for sure. You and Poppy scooch over to an empty table, and are quickly met by Julie, hiding her intentions with another pot of flowers that she sets up next to your record player. “Did you bring the goods, Buttercup?” She asks in a hushed tone, pupils darting from side to side. “Buttercup?” You raise your eyebrow, and Poppy pulls the cable out of your hand to start plugging things in. “Its your code name!!! I thought of ‘em myself. You’re Buttercup, Poppy is Pigeon, Sally,” She points across the field where Sally is, running an extension cord from Home to plug in the lights, “Is Honey, and I’m the Captain!” She shoves a thumb against her chest proudly. “Why do we need code names?” You settle into one of the folding chairs, and rest your head on your hands, peering up Julie. Your eyebrow remains cocked. “Every successful mission has code names. Scientific fact.” Julie waggled her eyebrows at you oh-so charmingly. Well, you can’t argue with that logic. You lift the record up from its resting spot, and Julie squeals, grabbing it from your hands and spinning. “There he is!!! The King Himself! This is going to be PERFECT!” She hands it back to you, bouncing up and down vigorously. Elvis’ face gives you a suave smile from the record sleeve where he rests, and you nod. Excellent choice. “Now!! Here's the plan.” Julie slaps a crudely drawn crayon map onto the table, pulling the two of you in close… ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Julie’s plan had you DJing the event, to wait for her signal. This was more than fine with you, you loved your record collection and were beyond psyched to show it off. Besides, you could dance just as well from the comfort and privacy of your chair. The sun had just set, and with a nod and a flourish, Frank had lit his project ablaze. It turned out to be an intricate bonfire, and it lit up the clearing beautifully, well worth his hard work. The beats from your speakers bounced around your neighbours, their booties shaking wildly. Phase one; Lull them into a false sense of security. It takes a boatload of willpower to keep the malicious smile off of your face. Something about this secret agent mission thrilled you, though you would never admit it. You’d gone home earlier briefly to change into something more party-appropriate, as had everyone else, it seemed. Your party outfit was based on extensive testing and focus groups, discussed amongst groups of experts, and had 100% chance of making you look ‘Just cute as a button!’ according to the top expert, Julie. By ‘extensive testing’, you of course mean that it won third place in the fashion show that you, Julie and Sally had put on in the comfort of your home. You’d claim nepotism, but the way the girls had looked at each other, it was obvious that they’d already tied long before you’d even moved to Home. The dress itself was pastel pink, some sort of pleather, tighter than you’d like, with a tall white collar and no sleeves. What it lacked in sleeves though, it made up for in a big poofy skirt, pink with a white underskirt as well. You paired it with a white belt, a pair of go-go boots that Julie had gifted you, and a bow sitting off to the side of your short hair, feathered back for the occasion. Just perfect, you concluded, and perfectly matched to your classy, fashionable friends!!! Sally’s outfit was out of this world. She had glitzy striped pants with frills going down the side, and the poofiest blouse you’d ever seen. Next to her, dragging Frank on to the dance floor, was Julie. She was absolutely dolled up, taking every advantage that this party gave her. You didn’t think her hair could get bigger before, but seeing it curled up into a beehive proved you wrong. No amount of science would be able to figure out how she got it to stay in place with all that crazy dancing. Frank had barely changed up his own outfit, merely opting to swap out his dress shirt with one with shorter sleeves for the heat, and leaving his bowtie at home– you weren’t sure what you preferred! You watched as Julie popped his collar, causing the two girls to start to giggle madly. Poppy’s usual shawl had been switched with one made of a beautiful lace, and the pearl necklace she’d included added that touch of grace and maturity you expected from her. Howdy had a short-sleeved dress shirt on, burgundy with little white flowers on it, and you had to admit he looked so charming with his hair slicked back like that. Barnaby might’ve been your favourite of all of them, you took one look at the vest he was wearing and wheezed out a laugh. It was the EXACT same as his usual vest, but with layered frills for days. It was probably to match Wally’s outfit, an expertly starched white dress shirt, and striped pants with the same layered frills on the ends of the legs. They looked adorable apart, but together it was almost too much for you! That left Eddie Dear, who had apparently only left to finish his evening rounds for the mail, returning a little shocked to find that everyone else had dressed up so fancy. Julie had a solution, however, discarding his cap and bag and setting a flower crown on his head. He looked absolutely delighted by it. [♫] Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley “Well don’t you just look cute as a button,” You almost couldn’t hear Wally’s suave tones over the music, but the compliment made you light up. “Th-thank you, Mr. Darling!!! I was a little worried I’d never get the chance to wear something like this,” You admitted with a laugh. He settled in next to you, and set a plate of snacks down beside the record player, “Ha ha ha. Who would’ve thought a little spit and polish would make everyone so happy?” He wondered aloud, “I thought you could use some company. You looked awfully lonely over here.” “Who could be lonely when they’ve got the king around?” You ask with a cheery laugh before lifting and taking a bite of one of the sandwiches he’d brought, following it with an appreciative ‘Mmm!’. Wally started looking around, checking behind your chair and frantically checking behind the two of you. It takes a few moments before you realise he’s looking for the King, and you nearly choke on your bite when it comes to you.

You manage to swallow it, and reach over, lifting up the record sleeve and pointing at the picture on the cover. Realisation floods the puppet’s face, followed swiftly by a blush across his cheeks. How cute… You hand him the sleeve to examine further, returning your attention to the sandwich he’d so kindly brought for you. Wally checks the sleeve over thoroughly, making sure that this ‘king’ wasn’t some strange intruder he had to be wary of. When he was satisfied of the lack of sentience, he finally took a good look at Elvis himself. He sure had excellent taste in hair, that was for sure. It was weird, though… Why was there a big lipgloss mark on The King’s cheek? You seemed to be so protective of your record collection… He felt a weird feeling shoot through his heart, and shoved it along with the record sleeve away, turning his focus on the rainbow monster that had scurried to the tableside. “Are you ready for phase two, Buttercup?” She asked, slamming a hand on to the table. The record skipped, and it only took one sour look from you to get her to apologise, giving the record player a gentle pat. “Ready and waiting, Captain!” You give her a lazy salute, and are given a determined nod from her before she hurries back to her station. You hear another monotone laugh from beside you, and peer back towards Wally. “Buttercup?” “... Its my code name,” Your cheeks feel red hot, and you reach up instinctively to cover them. He laughs again, and you swear you hear him mumble ‘Adorable.’... But that just can’t be right. Ugh, you can’t afford to be distracted now, no matter how sweet his compliments were!!! You take in a deep breath, and take note of where everyone is on the dance floor. It was time for phase two. Group one had Honey and the Captain herding the target to the center of the dance floor; distracting him with hijinks and pranks and lightening his usual dour mood. They were right on track, and you make a mental note to compliment them on their excellent espionage. Group two was doing even better! Pigeon had lured the bait into the perfect spot, the two of them bounding to the beat almost next to the bonfire, and Howdy gave you a nod from where he stood, ready to swoop in. “Just.. A second… More…” You mumble to yourself, your trigger happy hand sitting above the needle. You’d know where to move on the record even if you were blind and deaf; the trap was only the most beautiful song that the King had made, and you’d get this to go off without a hitch. You’d promised her, after all. Wally squints at you, and only just manages to start asking you what on earth you’re up to when you see it; the signal. Frank’s back is turned to you, and Julie gives you a spastic wave. Not the most subtle, but y’know, it worked. The record scratches. The music stops. Everyone stops dead in their tracks. The Bait and the Target look around with concerned expressions, and Howdy dives from his hiding spot. [♫] Can’t help falling in love - Elvis Presley The music starts back up. The piano is soft. Dancers pair up as if it was planned– even though it totally wasn’t, you swear. Sally grabs Julie, squeezing her girlfriend close and leaving Frank floundering. Poppy is scooped by Howdy in a very, very subtle move that leaves Eddie flushed. You’re on the edge of your seat, squeezing the tablecloth anxiously in your hands. Eddie seems to realise whats happened first, and with a nervous laugh, he turns to Frank, offering a hand. But… Frank hesitates. Your heart stops, and without thinking, you’re gripping Wally’s shirt and sinking back in your chair. Oh, you didn’t think of this happening. What if he blows it? What if he gets mad? Oh, you can’t watch. But you also can’t look away. You feel Wally’s other hand rest on your head, not petting or rubbing, but just resting. Even that kind gesture couldn’t pull you from this train wreck. “OOPS!” Julie to the rescue! She shoves Frank hard with her hip, the puppet stumbling forwards into Eddie’s arms. Yes!! The whole neighbourhood watches with baited breath. Eddie laughs heartily, and takes that as a yes, starting to move backwards to get Frank back on his feet, and leading him in the dance. You can’t contain your excited wiggle. Yes! Mission accomplished!! Julie and Sally each shoot you a wink, and you give them two big thumbs up. Wally is practically in stitches next to you, and wipes a tear from his eye,

“Is this what her big plan was?” He asked, peering over at you quizzically. You laugh, and nod in response. Wally scooches his chair closer to listen as you explain the plan quietly to him. You lean a little closer to him, your arms brushing against each other as you watch the fruits of your labour. The two of them look to be having a serious conversation under their breaths, both with blush tinged cheeks, and tiny smiles across their faces. Absolutely flawless. You take in a deep, calming breath. Wally smells like apples, naturally, along with distinct undertones of… licorice? Haha, weird. It suits him, strangely enough. You wonder briefly what you smell like. Probably latex gloves? How disappointing. You wish that there was a nice smell that late nights at the observatory could give you, aside from graphite and notebook pages. “Weird,” You mumble under your breath, eliciting a questioning noise from Wally. “Oh. Well, the lights can make it hard to see the stars, but… Ah, it must be a new moon. Silly me.” Wally stiffens next to you, but you don’t have time to question it before you’re scooped up unwillingly into another puppets arms. [♫] A Big Hunk O’ Love - Elvis Presley “C’mere, you!” Barnaby sets you gingerly on one of his arms, lifting you out to the dance floor and the giggles erupt from you, no matter how hard you’re trying to hold them back with the nervous hands over your face. “You didn’t think you’d get to just sit there all night, did’ja??? Time to boogie!” His laugh was deep and you could feel it through his arm, him not even bothering to put you down before he started shaking his booty to the new song. You can’t! It’d be too embarrassing! You can’t see them, but there are definitely eyes on you. No… Noooo! The boogie, alas, was too infectious for your weak heart, and you felt the wiggles overtake you in Barnaby’s arms. Your shoulder dance seems to be the secret key to him putting you down, and he gives you courage in the form of a hand held and a big grin on his face. Can’t say no to that face, or the king’s bouncy tones, for very long at all. Before you realise what's happening, you’re swinging to the music, and the idea of embarrassing yourself has floated somewhere into the upper atmosphere. Maybe you’d find that fear again one night while stargazing, floating through the stars where no one can hear it. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Wally relaxes through the next few songs, leaning back in his folding chair and taking the occasional unseen bite from the remaining sandwich on the plate. Barnaby was right, of course, he was going to be sore in the morning. Maybe for a few mornings after that, too. Something about the reckless abandon with which you took to the dance floor, though… He couldn’t take his eyes off it for more than a moment. You look so, SO unbelievably silly. Like you’d practiced these spastic wiggles a million times before. He leaned forwards, setting his head dreamily in his hands. Ha ha ha… Was that an air guitar he saw? “Absolutely… Adorable.” He drolls, and his brain takes a quick halt. Adorable. It wasn’t the first time he’d said this about you, not even tonight. And it's not like he didn’t compliment his other friends… A pang shook through his chest, and he clutched the front of his shirt… No, something about this was different… And something about your questioning gaze earlier… This was oh, so dangerous for him. So why hadn’t he stopped you yet? There were countless ways, methods he’d used before, methods he’d use again… Maybe you just needed… More distraction. Right; that was the problem. Well, that much he could do without arousing too much suspicion. He unbuttoned his top button, and smoothed his perfect hair, and stood up. If there was one thing Wally Darling could do, it was dance. With a pop of his collar, he strode on, ready to show these kids a thing or two. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● [♫] Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley You’d been tossed between a few eager partners at this point, including but not limited to: A dance with Julie in which you’d mostly just shook your hair, a brief exchange with Eddie Dear, who’d thanked you under his breath while staring across at a certain someone, and a wild dance with Poppy who shook her feathers in ways you hadn’t even imagined before. This latest one was graced with Howdy, and you’d made a comment about how you needed to run an experiment to see if your hypothesis was correct; more limbs DEFINITELY made for more fun in a dance partner! You had him almost completely hysterical when something stole his attention away. Apparently it was someone cutting in, and you’re shocked when one of your arms is pulled upwards, giving you a spin and a dip. Wally Darling grins down at you, and you melt in an instant. Whoa. He gives one of his slow, droning laughs and pulls you back up, leading you with both of your arms now, swaying you quickly back and forth with the bouncing melody. It was as if he was shaped perfectly by the gods to swing it to Elvis. He switches from a slower portion of the song, swaying back and forth with you, to effortlessly spinning you out and then back in, your hand landing smack dab in the middle of his chest. You felt like your brain was going to pop. He lands the finishing blow perfectly, and as the song ends, he bonks his forehead against your own, staring in to your eyes briefly before stepping back. He pats you on the shoulder and moves on to his next victim; leaving you standing there as if nothing had ever happened. Your hands fly up to hide your red hot face. Uuuugh! You deserve a good sit down after that. (A/N: I was asked to tag @elegantkidfansoul with the update! If you’d also like to be tagged, feel free to let me know! ^v^ This update was a little long, but it was so fun to write eeee!!!)

#Wally Darling x reader #Welcome home x reader #Welcome home fic

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buckyownsmylife · 25 days

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I would: a Tony Stark x Reader x Sam Wilson smut/angst one-shot

The one where Tony knows that you’re Sam’s girl, but that doesn’t stop him from listening in on locker room talk

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: Sam sharing private things about your relationship with his friends and basically disclosing your sexual relationship. You can read it as if you're into it or not, your choice.

A/N: thank you very much to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for giving this a read for me 💕 your comments give me life!

Tony’s P.O.V.

I huffed when I walked into the living room to find him already there, surrounded by the supersoldiers. There really was no escaping Samuel Wilson when I was desperately trying to avoid him, apparently.

“Hey, Tony!” He greeted me with a smile, and so I struggled to grind my teeth and swallow down the anger inside of me, forcing myself to go on with my original intention of spreading my body over one of the very comfortable sofas in the room instead of turning around and returning to my lab.

I could do this. I just had to ignore him.

“I feel like I haven’t had the chance to talk to you in so long!” I cringed, feeling the bitter taste of guilt on my mouth. It was true, my anger was one-sided and solitary. Worse: it was unknown. Wilson had no idea I was irritated every time he was around, and so, he couldn’t really be blamed by his perfectly normal behavior towards a teammate who had always been nothing short of cordial towards him.

��Yeah, you know…” I tried my best to keep my tone neutral, although I avoided his eyes as I took a seat in one of the many couches around us. “Always working on a new gadget.” Wilson and Rogers chuckled and nodded, recognizing the truth in my statement, as it wasn’t new that I’d always spent most of my time down at the lab. But they didn’t seem eager to bring me into their conversation, as immediately after I made myself comfortable, they turned back to what they had been talking when I arrived.

“So” -this was said by Barnes, who was seating on the other side of the new Captain- “you were telling us about last night.” That got my curiosity - I hated not being in the know of something - and my frown most definitely showed it even before I asked, “What happened last night?”

“Sam took his girl on a special date.” Stopping myself from groaning, I simply nodded, for the first time in my life actually praying in the hopes that they’d somehow change subject, although it was obvious I wouldn’t have such luck.

“Hell yes!” Barnes celebrated. “And she found a very special way to thank him…” That was said while his focus remained on the star of the conversation, a clear nudge towards returning to what was previously being discussed, and I already knew what was coming.

“Jesus fuck.” I couldn’t help myself. Not anymore. “Do the two of you ever stop fucking?” Somehow, by God’s grace (ironically), the envious tone of my question wasn’t noticed by any of the other men in the room, far too focused on the perspective of hearing yet another tale of Samuel’s sexual adventures with his new girlfriend…

… and the object of my deepest desires.

When I introduced the two of them at one of the Stark enterprises gatherings, I didn’t anticipate their union would make my ordeal even worse than it already was. Sure, I knew she was hot already - that was precisely the problem.

She was way too fucking hot, and she was my assistant. I couldn’t stop thinking about her like that. It was consuming my mind.

Heart beating fast, I considered my options as Samuel prepared to resume his fantastic tales of fuckery. I really should leave. Even if I was friends with the guy, she was my employee, for God’s sake!

No good could come out of this. And still, I didn’t leave.

“She’s such a fucking tease, man!” Sam groaned, but the huge smile on his face made clear how little he was upset with it. “She wakes me up in the middle of the night, just because she wants it so bad.”

The guys groaned, but I remained silent - Sam’s words reverberating across my mind. What must it be like, to have someone desire you this badly? To have her want me so damn much she just can’t wait for me to wake up?

“I bet she feels perfect,” Barnes commented, but the eagerness in his tone was easy to capture. Sam chuckled as he nodded, not at all bothered by the soldier’s interest in his girl, and still, I made sure to keep pretending I wasn’t interested in what he was saying, avoiding his gaze so I wouldn’t be caught.

“Yeah, and she just lets me fuck her whenever,” he informed us, much to my agony. “And she’s always so fucking wet. She comes so fucking hard around my dick, sometimes I swear she’ll snap the entire thing off.”

Squirming on my seat, I briefly wondered if there was any way I could somehow watch them fuck without them knowing about it, but then I snapped myself out of it. What kind of a creep was I becoming?

“I’ve even made her squirt a few times.” Now, that was just evil. A small part of me was starting to consider Samuel did know about my interest in his girl, and he was doing this just as a way to torture me.

“See this picture that she sent me?” Suddenly, a phone was thrusted on my face, a picture of her on her hands and knees staring back at me.

I fell in love.

Hoping he wouldn’t look down and see my cock straining against my pants, I coughed to fake nonchalance, rubbing my sweaty palms against the fabric of said pants.

“Does she…” I hesitated before forcing myself to voice my question, not wanting the guys to question why I was so weirdly quiet. “Does she like it rough?”

My answer was a sound that was half wheeze, half laugh, Samuel nodding excitedly as he rubbed his hand over his chest, pride obviously pouring through every pore of his.

“But she looks so innocent…” This last thought escaped uninvited, eliciting another laugh from the man of the hour, as he shook his head in pity at me.

“I can assure you, she isn’t.” I gulped hard, not wanting to allow the thoughts in my brain to compose themselves fully, but Sam wouldn’t let me get any rest. “She doesn’t let me cum anywhere but in her pussy, says she’s hungry for it, just so you know.”

I should have left long ago. But I was stuck to the sofa now, not knowing how to escape this nightmarish conversation, just as she called him up and he put her on speaker for us all to hear.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you…” The faint sound of her vibrator couldn’t be missed, and while Steve and Bucky tried to reel in their laughter and Sam coached her through an orgasm, I couldn’t help but think that she deserved better.

Fuck, I wanted her to be mine.

#my fics #tony stark #sam wilson #smut #angst #tony stark smut #sam wilson smut #tony stark angst #sam wilson angst #marvel fic

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Pairing: literature major!Mark x science major fem!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, college au Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of academics, language, a little crying, two kisses Word Count: 2,119 Note: for @moonctzeny Merry Christmas, my dear!! I hope you’re having an absolutely phenomenal day <3 thanks to @kthpurplesyou and @daeeun-toikiii for proof/beta reading (I’ll cite all the poems used in this story at the very end)

I know we're only friends, but as we grew closer and I got to see all the small things there is to love about you, I could feel myself falling for you. I love the way you smile when you see me, and I love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and I love the little thoughts you let me in on, as the night turns to dawn. - BGT

“I have another poem for you!”

Your best friend bursts through your apartment door as he speaks. You’d just been studying for the hell that is your Biological Chemistry course. So naturally, Mark scared the shit out of you. Since starting his romantic literature course this semester, he’s been reading random poems to you. Every time you find them either too romanticized or too dramatic, Mark rants about how it’s meant to be that way.

“You could’ve warned me! I’m studying Krebs cycle right now… can you come back to me in, like… a day or two. This shit has me going insane.” you whine.

“How about a break while I read you this.” he offers.

“Fine. Hit me.” you sigh, leaning back in your chair.

He pulls a small, leather-bound book out of his bag. It has a plain cover, something you assume is an artistic choice made by the author. Mark clears his throat as he looks at you and you nod, letting him know you're ready.

“You and I are like the tributaries of a river. We look alike, flow differently, and yet together, complete each other.” he starts, “You add to my strength, and together, we strengthen our growth. You’re my best friend in the truest form, and together, we shine in the brightest form.”

His eyes meet yours again, and he smiles brightly, waiting for your analysis. You’re deep in thought. It’s been a few times since he’s read a poem to you that makes you think a little deeper. You aren’t sure if the poem is meant to be inherently romantic or platonic. In all honesty, maybe you’re listening to it wrong.

“It sounds platonic.” you state frankly.

“Not all love is romantic..” he says as if it’s common sense.

“I know that! I just was expecting a direct romance in a sense it’s typically put.”

“Romantic literature is always relationships… it’s romanticized writing…”

“Mark, we both know I’ll never understand that shit. There’s a reason I’m a biomedical major.”

He laughs lightly and closes the book again before putting it away. Mark takes it upon himself to dig through your kitchen to find something to eat. You’re far from bothered by it. It makes you happy that he’s comfortable enough to be at home here. You pull your textbook back into your lap, hoping to get at least a little more studying before Mark inevitably drags you out of the apartment. As you look at the page, you know you won’t be able to force any more knowledge into your brain, not right now, at least. You toss the textbook onto the table in front of you. It makes a loud thud as it lands. Mark lets out a slight noise of surprise when it happens, making you giggle. No matter how long you’ve been friends, you’ll always adore his little habits and quirks.

It was cold out. Unnaturally cold for where you are. Even with a heavier coat, gloves, and a hat, you feel like you’ll shiver enough not to need a workout later in the week. You keep questioning yourself for leaving your home when there was no real reason to. The whole reason you’re outside is purely because Mark wanted you to come over and hang out. He said something about studying together despite not sharing any courses. You’ve always caved when it comes to Mark, though. You’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is, but you just can’t tell him no about most things. Being around him helps you think more clearly. You’ll never be able to describe how it helps in words, but it really does. Mark’s apartment complex isn’t far from yours, but with the weather, it feels far away. When you get into Mark’s apartment, you make a b-line for the spare bedroom to grab any possible blankets to wrap yourself up in. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear Mark on the phone. Something tells you that you should not hear the conversation. You find yourself listening in still.

“How am I meant to get her attention, though?” Mark whines, “Hyuck, listen to me! I don’t know how to tell her I’m in love with her, okay? I’ve been friends with her for too long to risk losing her– No! This is different! I’d rather have a shitty unrequited crush than not have her in my life at all.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t know who he’s talking about, but part of you wants him to be talking about you. You decided it was best to act as if you had never heard it and announce your presence as if you had just arrived. Mark quickly hangs up the call and steps out of his room. He gives you a tight smile but still wraps you up in a hug.

“Did you happen to hear any of that call I just had?”

“No,” you lie, “why was it someone special?” you poke.

“I don’t think Donghyuck constitutes someone special.” he laughs, “Anything, in particular, you need to study today?”

“Abnormal psych… I still don’t know why they’re making me take it if I’m a biomedical science major.”

“Um… the brain controls everything?”

“I know that, Mark! But do I really need to know disorders of the brain?”

Mark just shakes his head at you before making his way out to the living area. He commented that he’d be working on a creative assignment for his romantic literature course. Something about having to write a romanticized poem of his own. You make yourself comfortable next to Mark, your head resting against the couch while you listen to the podcast your professor assigned you to listen to. As you listen, you start to understand why it’s so important that you took this class. Maybe your professor heard you whining about it not pertaining to your major and found this to listen to. You can’t entirely focus, though. Mark keeps sighing dramatically and shifting next to you. You look over and see his eyebrows furrowed together in thought and softly mumbling a few words to himself every few moments.

“Writer’s block?”

“You could say that…” he says while gnawing on the end of his pen.

“Stop that!” you chastise, pulling the pen away from his mouth, “You don’t know how many germs are on that thing, and then-”

He chuckles, “You’re cute when you’re concerned about me.”

You look away, “What do you mean by that? Of course, I’m going to worry about you! You don’t know how to properly cook anything, let alone have a stable sleep schedule!”

“I don’t mean a thing,” he muses, “mind listening to a few inspiration poems I have?”

You nod.

“Can you hear my heart? Oh, but I can tell! We are twin stars with different births. My caring shadow– It has your face. The voice of my soul knows your name. Tell me, can you hear my heart? Oh! How I love you, my best friend.”

You hum, “Sweet, but it seems vague in some way. Don’t ask me how. I won’t be able to describe it.” You stand up and enter his kitchen to find some snacks. “Continue, though!”

“What’s a friendship, my love? It’s when you promise me your company and keep your promise. It’s when we joke about each other and laugh at ourselves. It’s when we know we’re not perfect and accept each other as we are. It’s when we value each other’s friendship above all else.”

You hear his words, and suddenly your heart starts beating faster. Something feels different about the atmosphere of his apartment. It’s warm and comfortable, but something has definitely shifted. You don’t hear him talking, and part of you is scared to respond to the poem he was just reading.

“Hey, you okay?” you hear him call.

“Y-yeah, um, that one was adorable, actually.” your voice comes out slightly shaky.

“Is that your whole analysis? No gripes?”

“Nope!” you insist, “What’s the next one?”

Mark walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there, staring blankly into one of the cabinets. He chuckles and reaches for your hand on the counter.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem out of it.”

You look over at him and immediately meet his eyes, “What’s the next poem you have?”

He knows you’re avoiding his question, but he opens the small leatherbound book again, “I love you more than just a friend. Although this may be wrong, my feelings that I have for you are real and true and strong.” he stops, letting out a shaky breath before continuing, “I won’t deny the love I have. I cannot tell a lie. I’ve loved you since we met, the days that followed by; I love you still I think of you each passing of each day. I yearn to be with you again, to tell you it’s okay. I love you more than a friend, and we may never be together walking hand in hand-” he cuts himself off again with a choked noise, “Just you, your love, and me.”

Again you can’t meet his eyes, you can feel his boring into you, but you just can’t. You’re scared. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and your mind is running a mile a minute with a million different ideas. Mark reaches for your hand again and squeezes it. When he calls your name, you nervously look over at him. His eyes are wet, nearly about to spill over with tears. He looks just as scared as you are. Neither of you talks for a few moments. You just hold eye contact and hope the other speaks first.

“Do you want to know something?” he speaks softly.

“Hmm?”

“Those last two… aren’t assigned readings.”

“Mark?” you question.

“I wrote those last two…” he admits, “I didn’t know how to tell you and-”

“Mark,” you stop him from rambling, “you wrote those about me?”

He nods, and you feel warmth burst through your chest like fireworks. A few tears fall from your eyes unexpectedly from sheer happiness. Mark searches your eyes, trying to figure out what to say next. He opens and closes his mouth a few times with the hopes of words coming out, even though they never do. You can’t think of any word, either. The only thing your can think to do is lean forward and press your lips against his. Mark squeaks out a small surprised noise but quickly accepts your actions. This was absolutely not how you were expecting to spend your day. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing if you could, though. Mark has always been your home. Some people have a place or an item as their home. Yours is a person, though, a person who’s been there for you through everything, someone who you know will always support you no matter how crazy you sound. Standing here in the middle of Mark’s kitchen, kissing him for the first time, feels like home more than anything else. You had no idea your home could feel more comfortable, yet here you are. When you pull away, Mark immediately bursts into a smile and wraps his arms tight around you. You laugh lightly and reciprocate the hug.

“You wanna know something else?” he laughs.

“Sure.” you smile brightly.

“I wrote another one.”

“Tell me.” you request in a dreamy tone.

“As I think of our friendship, I begin to see mere words can’t describe what you mean to me. When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue, I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you. You dry the tears that fall from my eyes. You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky. You rescue me when I’m scared and alone, and take my hand to lead me home. No matter the miles that keep us apart, we’re always together in each other’s hearts. Sometimes we take for granted, I fear, the ones who are so close and dear. We get so caught up in life and the things we must do. Sometimes we forget to stop and say I love you. If ever you felt I forgot or didn’t care, let me stop right now; my true feeling I’ll share. You’re the sun in my sky, the bed where I lie. You’re the home where I’m safe, the field where I play. You’re everything I am, everything I do. So, what I am saying is–” he pauses and places a soft peck against your lips, “I love you.”

“Mark Lee, you’re starting to sound like a dramatic poet.” you tease, “I love you too.”

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Poems used (in order of apperance):

You and I by Astuti

Twin Stars by Claire Estevez

Friendship of Love by Peter Stravropoulis

I Love You More Than Just A Friend by Bradley Lester

Our Friendship by Marsha M. Griffith

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my-own-walker · 7 months

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

10.

Summer had officially taken her last bow. I felt genuinely chilly standing outside the KLG house on Sunday morning. The mid-morning sun shone just barely through the large willow tree in the front yard, the branches preventing it from sharing its warmth with me. The dress, sheer tights, and cardigan I wore did nothing to insulate me, either. I checked the time on my phone. 10:27 am.

We agreed to meet at 10:30, but of course, I was early. I felt rather foolish for waiting the way I was, trying too hard not to stare at the house expectantly. In an attempt to look disinterested, I placed headphones in my ears, putting my playlist on shuffle. I turned to face the street, rather than the yard, and a Two Door Cinema Club song began to play.

"There's a spanner in the works, you know."

Boy, was that the truth. Hannah, the perpetual spanner in the works, standing in the way of herself.

The hours leading up to the date, from Thursday night until Sunday at 10:27, well, now 10:28 am, I went back and forth with myself. Contemplating every damn aspect of the meetup. Was it a joke? Was he out to get me? I didn't actually develop feelings for a frat guy, did I? The part of myself that was obsessed with my own morals and hatred toward all things Greek life died a little when I thought too hard about it all.

The spanner in the works. Standing in the way of myself, preventing things from happening smoothly, ever.

My ego wouldn't even let me tell Lily about this. My best friend. The girl I told everything. Part of me felt anti-woman for not gossiping, giggling, and kicking my feet with my friend over this. Instead, I internalized it all. I kept the dismay in. A burden shared is a burden halved, but I refused to look weak.

Life has a way of falling into place. Things have a way of working out. For everyone. Everyone except me and the people around me. The events that are supposed to go off without a hitch like a well-oiled machine come sputtering to an awkward stop on account of me. The spanner in the works. Hannah the spanner.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I jumped and spun around, tearing an earbud out of my ear, jostled free from the grip of my thoughts.

"Hey," Kyle breathed, smiling. He panted slightly, making clear that he had jogged to me from the door. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

I laughed, grabbing his arm for stability, hinging at the hips slightly. "Christ, I was miles away," I managed. I started walking in the direction of Sleepwalker Coffee Co. (my choice, clearly), still holding onto Kyle. He followed suit.

"What were you thinking about?" he inquired, looking down and sideways at me with a smirk on his rosy face. The cherubic expression made my stomach turn.

"Do you want the honest answer?"

"Nothing but."

I let the silence drag on for a moment as we walked along, the sun finally peeking through the trees enough to warm my bones. I dropped my arm back down to my side, no longer holding on to Kyle.

"Music," I replied, simply. A small lie, but I was at least listening to music. That made it partly honest.

"Anything about music in particular?" Kyle pressed. "Or just the complex, vast theory of sound itself?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, which I'll admit, got a pretty hearty laugh out of me.

"I guess, but I can't remember," I lied again. We rounded the corner at the end of the street, turning onto the street the coffee shop was on. We had just a few more blocks to walk to get there.

"Well, okay," he sighed, redirecting. "What's your favorite song, then?"

"Oh, you can't ask that!" I exclaimed, pausing my stride to look him in the eyes. "How can I boil it down to just one song? That's cruel."

"I can tell you mine, it's easy." Kyle kicked a small rock and it skittered across the pavement, landing in the street. He definitely would have continued kicking it down the street had it not landed too far out of his way.

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "What is it, then?"

"Just tell me one song you like, and I'll tell you," he bargained.

"You're unreal," I chuckled, continuing to walk. "I like Sweet Jane. Velvet Underground. I don't know." My replies felt really flippant coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't help it. Part of me still disliked him, or maybe, wanted to seem cool.

"Ooh," he cooed, jogging slightly to catch up to me on the sidewalk. "Sweet Jaaaaane," he sang grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine.

"Ah, so you know it then," I laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Suddenly all too aware that the two of us were holding hands, I took stock. It was slightly rough but strong. His fingers were long and laced between mine like vines woven around themselves.

"I know it well," he smiled. "I love Lonesome Cowboy Bill. The Velvet Underground are so good."

"I don't think I know that one," I said, noticing that we were coming upon the coffee shop. I stopped right next to the stairs leading up to the door, effectively blocking his path. "Now you have to tell me your favorite song. Of all time. Since you can pick one."

His expression brightened. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled slightly, eyes twinkling with precious delight. "Oh! You Pretty Things. David Bowie," he grinned. My stomach lurched.

"You like David Bowie?" I asked, with a bit too much giddy excitement in my tone.

"Yes, he's only like, my favorite artist," he answered.

"We have a LOT in common," I gushed, grabbing his arm. He looked down at the small touch for a beat, then snaked an arm around my shoulder to guide me inside the shop.

We spoke about everything under the sun over the course of a few hours and a couple of coffees. I was so entranced by him that I actually let my drink get cold, rendering it undrinkable when I finally remembered its existence.

Not only did we have music tastes in common, but we also shared a lot of the same tastes in film and food. I, being less experienced in the realm of movie-watching, though, agreed to let him show me a few of his favorite films. In fact, we headed straight back to his house afterward to watch one of said movies.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but Kyle had proven himself trustworthy of not trying any funny business. Even still, I couldn't quiet the thoughts of him possibly thinking I was weird, or worse, that I might be falling for him.

All of those thoughts were silenced, though, when he closed the door to his room behind him. It felt different this time. I wasn't there out of pure obligation or drunken irresponsibility. This time, I wanted to be there.

"Which one did I say we were watching, again?" Kyle asked, crossing the room over to the TV, switching it on using the button on the side. He slid a small basket out of the stand and pulled out a disc binder full of movies. I flopped down onto the sofa, crossing my legs.

"Wow, you're serious about film," I laughed, kicking myself for how stupid the sentence sounded as soon as it left my mouth. "You said Catch Me If You Can, I'm pretty sure."

"Right, right," he murmured, flipping the binder open, letting the left side land on the ground with a loud thump. He thumbed through the discs, the casings making a plasticky crinkling sound as they moved. "Wait, I totally forgot about this one."

"Which one?"

"The Lost Boys. You seen it?" he asked, an excited tone creeping in.

"Yes! But I will happily watch it again, Kyle," I exclaimed. "Tis the season, right? Vampires and fall go hand in hand."

He slid the disc out of the casing and threw it in the DVD player, then crossed the room to join me on the couch. He sat close, but not too close, and used the remote to start the film. The space between us felt like a canyon. In the silence waiting for the movie to start, it was so quiet, it was hard to tell if I was alive.

The feeling came out of nowhere, knocking me in the stomach and making it hard to breathe. As if, all at once, smoke filled the room and replaced all the clean air with a stifling smog. I needed to come up for air, and the only way I figured I could was in the safety of Kyle's touch. It was a sudden and intense thirst.

I couldn't even focus on the movie. I couldn't focus on anything. I couldn't even breathe. The only movement I could rally was one of my eyes, letting them dart to the side to look at Kyle in my periphery. I had never known anything like it. Just complete paralysis at the hands of an indescribable need. A need for him and only him to simply touch me.

His hand twitched on his knee. I watched him shift out of the corner of my eye. I don't think I had taken a full breath since he sat down next to me. Then, he spoke.

"Hannah," he rasped. My name sounded so beautiful coming from his lips. I turned to face him and without delay his lips were on mine. I froze, unsure if it was real life. Unsure if he was actually kissing me. Unsure if I was actually enjoying it. But in an instant, I could breathe again. I could fill my lungs with fresh, new air that made me dizzy. I relaxed into him.

He stopped. "Wait, Hannah, is this oka-" he whispered, interrupted by my mouth reconnecting with his. My hand felt its way up to his hair, my fingers lacing tightly in his blonde curls. I slid closer to him and paused, looking him deeply in his eyes before continuing.

His breaths came out ragged and loud between kisses. Our foreheads rested together. My hand moved down from his hair to his chest. I could feel his heart positively racing beneath my palm. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, if that was even possible. I was practically sitting in his lap. I drank in the moment so furiously I felt I might drown.

I felt like I was on fire. Like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath my center, deep in the pit of my stomach.

What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is happening? my brain screamed, but my heart wanted more, and I wouldn't let cerebral obstacles prevent me from continuing to be that close to him.

He reached up and cupped the side of my face in his palm, deepening the kisses to something more, his tongue creeping its way inside my mouth. The warmth of the contact spread throughout my entire body, rendering me almost drunk. Kyle consumed my senses.

I pulled away. Both of us sat there, breathless, staring into each other's eyes. The movie played quietly in the background. My heart beat so hard I was sure he could hear it.

"Wow," he panted, placing a hand over mine, which was still resting on his chest. A flush crept across my cheeks. "Was that real?"

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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Proving a Point (a Next Door Boy tale)

“You proved your point, can we switch back now?” My friend texted. I swiped his message and watched it clear from my notifications.

We had switched bodies through the Next Door Boy agency a month ago. We had occasionally rented ourselves out for petty cash, but when my white friend told me that racism wasn’t such a huge deal anymore, the agency provided a solution to our disagreement.

“Live one week as me and let’s see if you change your tone,” I taunted. We were both college age and fit, but we differed in our upbringing. He was white and rich. I was black and middle class.

“One week? Give me a challenge at least. Make it a month!” He leaned back like he always did during our study sessions. We had became friends after majoring in the same field, but he had the confidence not to stress about the course. I stressed. I got in through scholarships and I don’t have the easy charm developed by assured acceptance. “What makes you think this place is racist?”

I stopped my typing at my essay and glared at him. “It’s just this place but everywhere. Have you ever felt the need to wait a hundred feet away from a someone at night so they don’t assume you’ll attack them? Or trying to get people comfortable talking to you? Don’t mention my dating life before I met Dave. I’m so lucky to find him. Dating as a gay black man was a stream of rejections.”

Dave, my boyfriend for over a year, was a joy in college. We were both black men who found solace in our shared experience. I tried dating, but black was a preference not everyone had. I won’t lie. I wanted to date white guys. But unlike my friend, I didn’t have the pleasure to whore myself out. He brought home a new guy every night. His dating profile was a shirtless pic and that was enough.

So when we switched bodies, the first thing I did was look at what I was missing out on. Starting with my friend’s body. I looked at his body, now mine, in the mirror of his apartment. I stripped off my shirt. I ran my hand over my new white skin. I tickled my nipple and felt my arms. The corded muscle beneath my hands as I flexed. His abs. The thing that attracted men of all ages, I strummed it like a guitar. I listened to the washboard sound from my new sculpted stomach.

My friend called me while I was investigated his white cock. “Hey, dude. This is a bit weird. I had no idea what you were packing.” He said.

“Yeah, well I’m more impressed with what you have,” I sneered. I stroked his member while holding my phone in the other hand. “What was our rules on hook ups?”

He paused and said, “It’s okay, just be protected. Are you really going to test drive my body with hook ups?” He sounded incredulously but with good humor intended. “Guess I have no choice but to do the same.”

That night, I merely had to check the dating app and found a daddy to plow me. It felt so good having a guy so intensely attracted to my body. He wrapped his hands around me and called me by my friend’s name, Ethan. After a while, I began moaning Ethan’s name and slowly felt it become more and more me.

The next morning, Ethan in my old body told me in frustration that he spent the night trying to find guys to hook up with, but kept getting rejected. “Those racist fucks,” he blurted. “It’s just goddamn sex, why are they so picky?”

Of course, he’d think that way. He had his choice.

Over the following weeks, he got in trouble when he tried to strike up conversation with other students while walking back from class at night. Soon he began to withdraw into silence as he felt the world begin to judge him. “This is getting difficult,” he told me a week ago. “I just keep trying not to make other people think I’m weird but it’s awful.”

I, on the other hand, just merely acted like myself and… wait that’s a lie. I just acted more like him. Confident and easy going. I didn’t need to filter myself and people enjoyed my presence anyway. I was finally becoming part of the class.

Things got a bit complicated when Dave approached me. He knew about the swap but he was feeling betrayed. He assumed I was cheating on him and I told him he was right. I didn’t see any reason to be with him any more. I finally felt like I could be myself. Ethan reproached me asking why I did that to the man I loved a month ago. I asked him point blank, “Did you find him attractive when you were in your old body?”

His silence was answer enough.

“I finally see that I settled for some guy that wanted me and that made me desperate to make a relationship work. But as you, I feel I can finally find someone who loves me for me.” I smiled. He looked horrified. I picked up my bag and headed to class.

“You proved your point, can we switch back now?” My friend texted me. I wasn’t sure how to react to his message. In my heart and mind I feel that I had already made my choice. I finally felt like Ethan and that Ethan was someone I was always supposed to be.

“Counter offer. I stay as Ethan and you can be me.” I texted back.

“NO. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. We’re supposed to switch back. This is bulls-“ he texted. He didn’t even finish the word before he called me. But I ended things immediately that night when I approached him and worked the ol’ Ethan charm. I smiled and melted his defenses. I ran my hand over his cheek. I did everything I wanted Ethan to do to me in my old body. I said the words I always wanted to hear from Ethan. But now that I was Ethan, I felt but kindness to my old body. To bring small relief to the way it was harmed. To help my friend, now Josh, live with this cruel world.

He let himself get plowed by me. This black jock who intimated most people was on his back, moaning and screaming as I, with my rich boy body, thrusted into him. We both knew how to satisfy our old bodies. Eventually he accepted being Josh and I Ethan. Now officially a couple, it was a kindness for me to introduce him to my circle of friends.

With my family’s money, I take us on trips. For our spring break, we went to a rocky beach in Mexico. He might not offer much with money, but I’m glad to help him see the larger world.

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