Outerbanks Masterlist

Outerbanks Masterlist

Rafe Cameron

sneaking' around by @mrsstarkey1

JJ Maybank

Exile by @collecting-stories

blurb by @mayfieldss

hey guys!!! feel free to request for anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE, for fic recs because I am open to reading most things as long as I've seen the show/movie and I've seen a lot. don't feel restricted by the people I have on my master lists because they are just the ones I commonly read for, but even people within the fandom that I don't have listed are good. and if I don't feel comfortable I'll prob just ignore it lol but rn idk what to read so suggest thing PLSS

Glitter and Goo - Masterlist

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader Warnings: Tension. Romantic tension. Fluff. Dirty talking. Sex promises. Passionate sex. Breeding kink. Praising kink. Size difference. Cock warming. Fluff. Aftercare. Comfort.

Chapter 1 on Patreon (18th of January 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 2 on Patreon (25th of January 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 3 on Patreon (1st of February 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 4 on Patreon (8th of February 2024 on Tumblr/AO3)

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"Glitter and Goo" was first posted on my Patreon on April 2023. To read it now, subscribe to my page, it's just $2 a month and I post 6x a week.

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BUCKY NATION!!! I NEED YOUR HELP!

okay, so basically i read this fic a while ago where the reader goes into a machine in tony's lab and gets switched with her from a dif universe. in the other universe her and bucky are married or together or something like that but in this one they aren't. please help and love you all

Evermore

Chapter 23. Safe and sound

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18+ chapter

MDNI

I can't lie, they are everything to me This chapter is spicy (more than 1 chili pepper spicy)<3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: spice, tension, flirty flirty behavior, Pietro being cheeky, some angst (par for the course), domestic bliss.

I kept a few paces before him the entire walk, neither of us breaking the silence that sat heavy between us. By the time we stepped into the reception office my hair was drenched and clinging to me, much like my clothes that the still falling snow had melted through, saturated me. My teeth were chattering, limbs shaking as I spoke to the woman behind the front desk. The news that there was still one room available was a relief adding to the range of feelings I was experiencing presently. The room was significantly warmer than outside, yet the shivering only worsened. There was a single queen-sized bed in the center, and a small tv and kitchenette in the corner beside a door that I assumed led to the bathroom. Pietro went straight to the heater, turning it up to the highest setting as I grabbed all of the blankets from the cupboards, laying them on the bed before beginning to peel off my coat. My teeth were chattering so loudly that it caught Pietro’s attention, and, in an instant, he was before me, attempting to help me undress. I moved away from him, removing the rest of my clothing until I was left in the only dry items, my bra and underwear. Pietro did the same, left in only our undergarments we grabbed blankets and huddled before the heater. I grasped the soft material to my flesh closing my eyes tightly and bringing my knees to my chest. The teeth-chattering didn’t let up, my body still shaking and stinging from the cold that seemed to be clinging to me. I could feel Pietro’s gaze on me. “Nadia-”

“No.” I cut him off.

His tone shifted, no amusement, lightness or room for argument. “Stop now. I’m not letting you get hypothermia just because you’re stubborn.” My eyes slowly traveled over to his form as he opened his blanket covered arms and beckoned me over. I rolled my eyes at him, swallowing heavily and willing the cold to go away. When it didn’t and my body began to physically shudder with it, I sighed exasperatedly and crawled over to the man who immediately wrapped my up in himself and the blanket when my back pressed to his chest. “God, you’re freezing, why do you have to be so fucking resistant to help.” I didn’t respond as he enveloped me completely, pressing with exceedingly warm flesh to mine, acting as my personal furnace.

Slowly but surely, my teeth stopped chattering and my shaking calmed as his heat seeped into me, warming me to my bones. At some point the tenseness in my body eased slightly as I allowed him to take away the biting coldness.

I gave him a short glance over my shoulder before turning back to the plain brick wall that was before us. There was a silence between us that was so thick it felt as though it was practically strangling me, yet I refused to break it first. A S.H.I.E.L.D. assigned therapist once told me I tended to favor avoidant capabilities in times of emotional conflict; Pietro moved to sit by the fire beside me and I managed to see her point as I stared ahead at the place spot where the paint had begun to peel.

“So now you’re pissed off at me?” I didn’t respond at first, ignoring the feeling of his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. He didn’t falter once, unyielding as he stared at me. “That’s fair, could you maybe talk to me though?”

The look I gave him must have given away at least a portion of how incensed I was as he closed his eyes for a long moment before giving me a sheepish smile. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides, taking a deep breath. “I’m not pissed off at you.”

He glanced down at my hands. “Right.”

“I’m trying to be a rational adult, so just give me a second to not be so mad.” He nodded, looking straight ahead again. The silence lasted approximately 3 seconds before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry I held us up, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

I closed my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath as I leaned back slightly further against his chest. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not mad about that at all, I’m sorry I snapped at you.” He pressed a kiss so gentle to my cheek I barely felt it. Though, the meaning was not lost on me. “I just want you to tell me what’s going on, I don’t like the weird tension between us right now.”

“It’s kind of complicated.”

I shrugged, looking back at him “So? You’ve been strange since the other night, whatever it is, just say it.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water and I could see the battle in his eyes, the struggle to find the words. My mind reeled, running over everything that had happened since that night. Every word, every kiss, every touch.

Then I thought maybe I understood.

I moved out of his arms, sitting cross-legged before him, wrapping the other blanket around myself. “If you don’t want to touch me… in that way, you don’t have to… just say that.”

The only way to describe the look in his eyes then was pure distress. He dropped his head into his hands and groaned dramatically. “Jesus fucking Christ, Nadia, I want to touch you.” I narrowed my eyes at him opening my mouth to respond only to be cut off. “God, you have no idea how badly I want to touch you. It is all I’ve thought of for months, honestly, I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you.”

My heart rate picked up slightly at his words. “Well, then why have you been acting so weird and avoiding me?”

“Because I wanted it to be your decision.”

I asked him what he meant.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I meant what I said that night, it couldn’t be some heat of the moment decision that you’d regret, I couldn’t take that, I didn’t want you to change your mind and the only way I felt like I could be sure that you were sure is if you initiated things.”

His words baffled me, truly astonished me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This had to be some kind of joke, yet his gaze was earnest and pained and I felt like slapping him across his pretty face. “You are the most idiotic person I have ever met.” His expression turned indignant, but I continued before he could interrupt. “I quite literally took my clothes off in front of you this morning and that wasn’t a clear enough initiation?”

Both his eyebrows rose as I spoke. “T-that was not as clear as you think it was.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “I told you to take my underwear off, Pietro.”

He snickered slightly even as a flush travelled up his neck. “Okay touché, but, in my defense… you are a tease.”

“Me?!” My tone dripped with disbelief as I shoved his shoulder. “You’re the one always starting things he can’t finish.”

“Hey, I absolutely can finish it, I’m just a gentleman.”

I shrugged. “Oh right, so you’re only all talk when it comes to me then. I guess I’ll just have to take your word for the rest of it.” The second the words left my mouth there was an evident shift in Pietro’s expression which had a shiver rushing down my spine.

“I don’t like that tone.” Before I could even think of a retort his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily. I felt the way the air changed between us, frustration melting into something entirely different. His hand smoothed up my thigh gripping it tightly. “So… just to be clear you’re asking me to prove it to you?” I nodded and he yanked my leg, causing me to fall into his lap swiftly. His lips kissed along my jaw, cold fingers fiddling with the hem of my shirt. “Say the words, Nadia.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Tell me what you want.” My lips hovered over his as I looked down into his piercing gaze.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His grip on my thigh tightened and his hand slipped up slightly, pushing my blanket up with it. “Yes, I would, and if you want me to give you something you’d like, you’ll start listening.” His hand rose a little further, eclipsed by the fabric of the blanket as it ventured beneath. Goosebumps rose across my skin as I felt his other hand wrap around the back of my neck pulling me down against his lips again.

“I want you, Pietro. If that wasn’t obvious.” I felt his lips curving into a smirk against mine.

“Oh, it was, but I’d appreciate a little less attitude.”

I bit back a laugh, swallowing my pride and giving, just slightly. His hair was slightly damp from the snow that had touched it when we’d been outside, it caused the drying pieces to fall messily around his eyes, sticking up when I ran my fingers through it. He looked handsome like this, not I didn’t find him frustratingly handsome normally. My fingertips smoothed over his cheek, and I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I want you.” I smiled “All of the time.” I recounted the words he’d spoken to me after Amsterdam. Within seconds he’d moved to his feet and hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

“You have me.”

{MDNI}

That was the last thing he said before our surroundings blurred and my back hit the plush hotel bed. Pietro brought warmth with him when he crawled atop me, lips on mine the second he was above me. The imprint of his hands felt as though it burned me, but not in a way that made me pull back or flinch but in a way that had me craving more. I helped him push the blanket back off of his shoulders, leaving them bare. As soon as the fabric was cleared, I was guiding his lips back to mine and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand travelled down my hip, hooking my thigh over his hip so he could lay further against me. I gasped into his mouth as his fingertips danced just below the band of my bra. With a single hand in the center of his chest I pushed him back, moving with him to sit upright and slip from beneath him. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as he watched me unclasp my bra, the straps fell slowly down my arms before I slid the fabric completely off of my body. His eyes trailed from my own to take in the sight of my now bare chest, that heaved slightly with the tension of the moment. I walked toward him, letting my knee sink into the soft duvet on either side of him, settling onto his lap again and kissing him eagerly. One of his hands stroked my cheek tenderly, the other laying limp at his side. I grinned against his lips, smoothing my hand over his shoulder and down his bicep to grasp his wrist and move the limb upward. His eyes tracked the movement, completely mesmerized as I flattened his palm over one of my breasts. The still slightly chilly air of the room, combined with his proximity had the sensitive flesh stiffening under his palm. I kissed him yet again, lips parting to allow his tongue to make contact with mine.

“You’re usually so talkative, what happened?”

“Well, it’s not exactly easy to make conversation when your half naked and looking at me like you are.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How am I looking at you?”

His gaze darkened slightly as his lips drew into a thin line, his patience evidently wearing thin. My back arched and a sound of sharp pleasure fell from my lips when he fingertips pinched one of my nipples. “I think you know.”

When his hands moved downwards my heart rate picked up yet again, thrumming against my sternum as his fingers teased over my inner thigh, sliding around to slip just beneath the waistband of my panties. I could feel just how eager he was beneath me, prompting me to slide a little further into his lap. The sensation of him hard and pressing against me had a hum emanating from me. His hands moved to grip my hips tightly, dragging me over him at a pace that was excruciating and completely addictive at the same time. My head fell back slightly, the sound he made going straight between my legs.

“Wait.” I spoke up, pulling back just slightly. He stopped immediately, looking up at me with pupils that just about eclipsed his irises. I bit my lip before pressing another kiss to his lips because apparently, I hadn’t tasted enough of them yet. Forcing myself to pull away again I sighed, rolling my shoulders back before meeting his eyes again. “There’s just… I’ve never…” I shrugged, a flush travelling up my chest. “You know.”  He raised an eyebrow at me, lips quirking up at the corners. “I’ve never had an orgasm alright! Honestly, I don’t think I can.” I looked down, my voice quietening at the end. Pietro’s fingers tugged my chin back up to look at him.

“It’s okay.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what it is, there’s something wrong with me, I guess. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

His eyes softened, brows furrowing slightly. He tugged me toward him by the hips, flattening his hand to slide it over my thigh. In one swift maneuver he’d pulled me on top of him, settling me on his lap. His hands returned to my hips once more. “There is nothing wrong with you, Nadia. Being with you is all I want so how could I ever be disappointed when I get to do that?”

“Are you saying sweet things to me so you’ll get lucky?”

“I never dreamed I would get this lucky.” His lips were on mine then, firm and passionate and my nerves melted slightly. The way his lips felt against mine was entrancing and utterly addicting, I never wanted it to end. “I know that you think you can’t and maybe that’s true, but I still want to try, if you’re okay with it.”

His words had me breathless, or maybe it was less his words and more the way he looked at me as he spoke them. His lips were parted and glistening, eyes half lidded, dark lashes fluttered.

I kissed him again. “Okay.” I was on my back in seconds, giggling a little at his fervor. Pietro’s kisses dipped around my jaw, travelling down my neck but taking their sweet time on their journey, imprinting himself on each crevice of my flesh that was revealed to him. At first, I was nervous that being on my back would trigger a panic reaction, but as his mouth mapped a scorching path between my breasts, the red room was the furthest thing from my mind. I watched as he parted my legs, mind whirring and heart thrumming rhythmically against my sternum. I felt hot all over, flushed and powerless in a way that I craved. It was a feeling no one had ever sparked in me. My legs were trembling already and my chest heaved as he peeled the leggings from me at an excruciating pace before settling between my legs, head dipping to nip at my inner thigh. I gasped at the sting feeling his lips upturn as he kissed the place he’d bitten.

“Remember when you used to pretend you hated me?” I glanced down to see him peering up at me, shit-eating grin on his face. “Because I do.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “What a perfect time to talk about this.”

He snickered. Pressing another kiss to my thigh, fingers digging into the flesh a little. I bit my lip, working hard to not cant my hips up toward him. “I remember it very well. You were such a little shit, sauntering into training in those tight little outfits and being so mean to me. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted you? How hard it was to have you talk so much shit to me every day and not be able to do anything about it.”

“Are you going to keep on talking or are you going to finally do something about it?” The smirk that crossed his lips was positively devious, eyes darkening as he took my panties in his hand, a tearing sound following. The ruined fabric clutched in his hand before he threw it over his shoulder. “I liked those, you idiot.”

He only smiled at me, parting my legs again and falling between them. He pressed a kiss to my pelvis, rendering me completely speechless. He sent me one more gentle look before his mouth was on me and all thoughts simultaneously drained from my head. My legs snapped shut instinctively but he caught them, prying them open once more, not parting from me for even a moment. I threw my head back, mouth falling open as pleasure flooded through me. It had never felt like this before. Only one other person had done this to me, and I’d never been more uncomfortable but when it was Pietro everything was different. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even function. It was like being struck by lightning.

Sounds fell from my lips that I didn’t think I was capable of making as he licked and sucked hard on the bundle of nerves. He hummed against me, the noise pleasure-filled and completely content. I bit down on my bottom lip hard as my hips canted upward. He laid his arm over my pelvis, holding me still whilst reaching up to grab my hand and intertwine our fingers. I fisted the duvet in my free hand. “Fucking hell, Pietro.” I barely managed to get the words out. The sound that left him resembled a snort, but I didn’t have it in me to be annoyed when he was making me feel like this. He lifted his head from me, bringing our conjoined hands to his mouth and kissing my knuckles before letting go. With his free hand he kneaded the flesh of my thigh, pressing a gentle kiss against my clit that had me shuddering. His fingers smoothed down my leg and along the place where his mouth had been. My heart rate picked up again. I used my free hand to grip the sheets by my head, biting down hard on my bottom lip as Pietro doubled down in his efforts.

“Just relax.” He hummed against me. I hadn’t even realized how tense I was. “You can let go; I’ve got you… I’m never going to let anything happen to you, just let go.”

When it began, I was momentarily immobilized. Every nerve ending was blown to pieces and my eyes rolled back. I was faintly aware of Pietro grabbing my legs to keep them open, his lips remaining attached to me as the sensations ravaged my body. Tears formed in my eyes from the immenseness of the pleasure.

My chest rose and fall frantically as I attempted to catch my breath, Pietro beginning to kiss a path back up my body and when my eyes met his again, he was positively beaming.

He kissed me softly giving me a taste before pulling back to speak. “Glad we cleared that up.”

I laughed pushing my hair back out of my face. His fingertips caressed the flesh of my cheek as he laid against me. “Just give me a minute then we can go on.”

His smile grew as he brushed his nose over my cheek. “You’re tired, I am too. Let’s just go to sleep.”

“But what about you?”

“I already told you, all I want is to be with you.” He kissed me again. “Plus, I’m not planning on disappearing anytime soon.”

What had happened at the tree farm was still heavy on my mind as I laid beside Pietro, even with the very distracting events that had just taken place. These strange visions didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon, in fact they seemed to have gotten worse since Sokovia. They didn’t make any sense to me, the song that I kept hearing, the unrecognizable voices that spoke to me, the man in the glasses. It all seemed so disconnected and yet it was as though my body, my mind was trying so desperately to tell me something in a language I didn’t understand. I figured that this was one of those things Anna and Natasha would berate me for keeping to myself but sharing it with anyone seemed unthinkable until I’d somewhat figured out their cause.

In the morning, sunlight filtered into the room through the little crevice where the curtains didn’t quite cover the window, prompting me to turn away. I reached my arm out to feel the cold empty spot that had once been occupied. When my eyes opened, I found myself in the same hotel room as last night, only there was no Pietro. I sat up, rubbing my eyes before pushing myself up out of the warm bed. I collected my now dry clothes from the backs of the chairs and dressed before approaching the front door. A glance outside solved the missing Pietro issue as I watched him get out of the car that had been stuck in the snow now, coffee in hand. I narrowed my eyes at him as he approached, smiling at me when our eyes met.

“For you.” He spoke, offering the cup to me. My eyes travelled between it and the car.

“How?”

He gestured for me to take the coffee. A sip of the beverage warmed me from the inside out, or maybe that was just the way he was looking at me. “I have my ways.” He murmured.

…

“I bought you something.” Pietro held out something brown and plastic that was mostly covered by his hands.

Upon closer inspection I quickly realized what it was, the corner of my mouth tugging upward slightly. I looked from the chocolate custard to him, questioningly. “How did you know I like these.”

“I saw Anna bring them for you when you were hurt after Sokovia, and again after Amsterdam.” I smiled down at the sealed snack, my face flushing slightly. “I figured it could be dessert.”

“Dessert?”

He took a step closer to me, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m cooking for us tonight.”

“Good luck keeping it just us.” I laughed. The corner of his lips upturned as he began collecting the ingredients from the fridge. I raised an eyebrow at him. “You did not tell them, did you?” He shrugged. “They are never going to let us live this down, you know that right?” As much as I tried to find it in me to scowl, a smile managed to break through. I wandered aimlessly behind him, attempting to find a way to help him, eventually picking up some of the vegetables he had out to begin washing them.

“Hey, none of that! I told you; I’m cooking for you.”

“But it will be quicker if I help.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m not going to change my mind, sit down and let me do this for you.”

“I don’t need you to do it for me.”  Before I could protest any further the tools were taken from me and my feet were off of the ground as Pietro slipped me onto the countertop, planting a firm kiss on my head.

“All you need to do is sit there and look pretty.” He spoke, causing me to roll my eyes at him. “You’re a natural already.” His words were as they often were, a little teasing and brimming with sweetness.

Soft music began filling the room then, courtesy of F.R.I.D.A.Y. I’d guess. Pietro hummed along to it, dancing his way back over to the stove and adding an array of items to a hot pan. I watched his every move, studying as I often did. His hair fell over his forehead as he looked down, a little messy as always but I thought he looked best like this, natural, unpolished. The muscles in his for arms tensed slightly as he chopped the beef. I had no idea what he was making but it wasn’t long before a mouth-watering smell filled the kitchen. He sent me numerous sidelong smiles, eventually bringing me a glass of white wine and pressing kiss to my lips.

“Did your mother teach you to make this too?” His blue eyes glinted with something unreadable as they fell on me then. “You told me she taught you to make goulash, did she teach you to make this too?”

He smiled, gaze lingering on me for a long moment before it returned to the pan before him. “She taught me to make a lot of things, but not this. I’ve actually never made this before.” The first hint of nervousness was evident in his voice then. I strained to try and see what was in the pan, onions and beef, I couldn’t make out the rest.

“What is it.” He moved to stand between my legs, prompting me to widen them to accommodate him. One of his hands sat on my hip, the other resting on the counter beside me.

“You’ll see.”

I attempted to bite back my smile, raising my eyebrows at him. “How very mysterious of you.” When we kissed then it was searing, branding me in every way. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, committing the way his lips felt to my memory. He was leaving tomorrow he and Sam were heading somewhere in South America for a search and rescue mission. I was blurry on the details, too focused on the prospect of Pietro being in harms way. Of course, I’d never voice those concerns to anyone, but they’d been rampant on my mind since the moment he told me he was going. It wasn’t as though he’d never been in danger on a mission before, the difference was I’d always been there to make sure he got back in one piece. I’d never worked with Same before, come to think of it, I barely ever really knew him outside of the fact that cap trusts him. Even though I reminded myself that I trusted Steve’s judgement wholeheartedly, my skin still crawled. “Do you trust Sam?”

“Really? You’re thinking about another man while I’m kissing you?” I ignored his taunt. Chewing the inside of my cheek as I thought about every interaction I’d had with the man. “You don’t need to worry about me.” He played with a strand of my hair, twirling it and eventually tucking it behind my ear. “I really, really like that you do, but everything is going to be fine.”

“So, you trust him?”

“I trust you.” Our eyes met again. “And I know that, normally, when you aren’t overthinking, you trust Sam.” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and he brought his other hand up to rub along my forearm that rested on his shoulder. “I’m a big boy, I can look after myself. Although, it is very hot when you get all protective.”

I rolled my eyes at him, snorting at his antics. His attention was soon drawn back to the meal he was preparing when the pot of water began boiling.

Before me Pietro placed a plate of pasta with a rich creamy sauce over it. I inspected my plate carefully, leaning in to take a whiff of the beefy smell. “What is it?” I asked, swirling my fork through the dish.

“Beef stroganoff.”

I paused momentarily, a smile tugging at my lips. “Where are the potatoes?” I teased, glancing back down at the plate.

Pietro smiled sheepishly at me. “Well, I wanted to make you something Russian, but I read that pasta is a romantic food.”

“You read that? Where?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking back down at his own place, a pink tinge taking over his cheeks as he muttered something almost incoherent. Almost. “I googled it.”

“You googled romantic foods?”

He nodded slowly, still looking down at his plate, his cheeks reddening even more. A warm feeling filled the pit of my stomach as I watched him. I slid my hand across the table placing it over the top of his and using my thumb to rub back and forth. Then, I picked up my fork once more and dug in, finishing every bit of the meal he’d made me, only stopping when the plate was clear, and Pietro was no longer embarrassed.

…

I found myself unable to sleep that night, even as I lay there full and content, my mind refused to shut off. One would think with the amount I’d tossed and turned my body would have worn itself out, yet still, as darkness blanketed the compound and F.R.I.D.A.Y. fed quiet city sounds into my room, I laid wide awake.

Moonlight filtered in through the windows that lined the corridor as I snuck quietly through the compound, bathing my flesh in smooth silver light. I hesitated as my hand hovered over the door, feeling slightly foolish. The thought occurred to me that knocking might wake someone else up, inevitably leading to teasing that I’d rather not contend with. I lowered my hand slightly, considering simply returning to my room and forcing myself to sleep, yet just as my hand was about to drop to my side the door swung open, and a mess of silver hair was revealed to me. Pietro rubbed at his eyes for a second as if attempting to decipher if he was dreaming, he looked warm in his long cotton pajama pants and dark blue t-shirt. He was warm, I realized as took a hold of my hand, tugging me over the threshold and into his arms. We laid together, neither of us uttering a single word, Pietro’s arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in him. And there, with only the sound of his steady breath beside my ear, I fell asleep.

aaaaahhhhh nooooo i’m so scared of you glen aaaahhhh