Your job can be stressful sometimes but it’s the life you chose. You could never hate what you do but that doesn’t mean you don’t wish it didn’t come with the stressful days that tired you out so much that you can’t even enjoy some time with your loving boyfriend or sit down to enjoy a good book. While you enjoy your job, sometimes you do wish it could be just a little bit less demanding.

When you get home, you just head straight to the bathroom to take a shower not caring where you drop your stuff. On the floor, on the couch, on the bed, who cares? Once your clothes are off and your single braid is undone, you step inside and sigh with relief when the hot water hits your skin. It feels nice against your tired muscles and exhausted body and you kind of just want to stay there. Why would you want to get out when it’s making you feel so good?

When Miguel finally gets home, all the lights are still off and he can hear the shower running. You must’ve gotten home earlier while it was still daytime so you didn’t bother to turn the lights on. When he goes into your room, your bag is just lying on the floor by the end of your bed after being dropped carelessly.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing under the steady stream of hot water until you feel a familiar large pair of hands on your shoulders, fingers rubbing away the knots.

“Rough day?” Miguel asks and you just nod your head, not even feeling like talking.

Miguel hums as he wraps his arms around you and you turn around so you can do the same. The two of you just stand there not saying anything until you decide to get out. Miguel combs your damp hair before rebraiding it, remembering to only think good thoughts and the two of you just lie down on the bed when he’s finished.

“Anything I can do for you?” he asks and you just shake your head as you move closer to him.

“Just hold me, please,” you mumble.

Miguel smiles as he holds you close with your head on his chest. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says as he kisses your forehead and pulls the blanket over you.

His fingers toy with the loose clumps of hair around your face before twirling the end of your braid as his other hand rubs your shoulder. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heart beat as your head moves with every rise and fall of his chest. It’s almost as if everything that was stressing you out was slowly forgotten as you relax with the man you love while he just keeps you warm and safe in his protective embrace. You never have to ask him to provide you comfort and when you do, he’s more than willing to oblige and you couldn’t be more grateful that he made his way into your life.

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Miguel didn’t have an easy job and he never wanted to bring that stress home but sometimes, it just wouldn’t go away no matter how much he tried to relax before going home. He didn’t want that stress and pent up frustration to boil over and end up taking it out on you. You didn’t deserve that. He never wanted you to end up being the one to pay the price for his stress and frustration.

You have become really good at reading his tells and then offering ways to comfort him and help him relax after work, even when you yourself are tired. He always just looks at you and tells you that having you there with him is more than enough. Tonight is no different.

When he gets home, you’re in your shared bedroom standing in front of the bookshelf he helped you put together when you moved in while a canvas tote bag sits on the floor by your feet. He realizes that it was carrying some new books that you must have gone out and bought in your spare time before ending up on your bookshelf to join your ever growing collection. When he saw how much you loved reading, it didn’t shock him to find out that you were an English literature professor at the city’s university when he met you. Most of the books you owned were annotated and had lots of colourful sticky tabs and when he flipped through the pages, they were covered in many notes written in the margins, lines and quotes were highlighted and each chapter had sticky notes with the chapter summary and the page numbers of all your favourite moments. It was like he was taking a look inside of how your mind worked.

“Jeez, Miguel! I didn’t even realize you were home,” you chuckle while holding your hand over your beating heart as you smile at him. “Your footsteps are always so quiet it’s hard to tell when you’re around.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he replies as he stands behind you with his hands on your hips while he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Are you okay? You seem tense,” you say as you turn around to look at him and he sighs as he swallows.

He can never hide from you no matter how hard he tries. You can always tell when something is wrong and it’s one of the many things he loves about you, how perceptive you are. He thinks of everything that pushed him to the edge as he sinks down onto his knees and buries his face in your shirt that is actually his, inhaling your scent that has taken over as he wraps his arms around your waist as if you’ll vanish if he lets go. You don’t say anything as you gently run your fingers through his hair with one hand while the other rubs the back of his neck as you let him have a moment to collect himself. You can feel how tense he is and hear how his breath shakes a little bit as his muscles slowly relax before he looks up at you while still on his knees.

“Talk to me,” you say as you place your hands on his jaw and rub his cheekbones with your thumbs.

He looks at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as his hands move to your hips. Your kindness and patience will never cease to amaze him, especially when it comes to those who least deserve it. Every day, he thanks whatever God is out there that you chose him and that he gets to experience what it means to be loved by you. Holding you brings him warmth and comfort and hearing your voice helps to calm him down. He thinks about how sweet and gentle you are and how you always care for him and he just can’t imagine his life without you, nor can he fathom how he was even able to live a life before he met you. Doing so just seems impossible at this point and he’s willing to do whatever he can to hold onto you.

“Stressful day at work. All I wanted was to come home to you,” he says and you smile as you lean down to gently kiss his lips.

“Do you wanna take a shower to help you relax?” you offer and he shakes his head.

“I just wanna be here with you, baby,” he replies as his hands move down to your hips, gently caressing the warm skin under your shirt.

“How about you get changed while I put the food away and then we can just lie down and relax. How does that sound?” you ask and Miguel smiles as he nods.

“That sounds perfect, my love,” he answers and you smile.

You leave the bedroom while he takes off his clothes and puts on a pair of sweatpants. He doesn’t bother with a shirt and as he goes to lie down, he sees one of the new books you bought sitting on the nightstand. He can tell it’s new by the smell of the untouched pages and he picks it up to read the summary. When you get back, he looks at you while holding the book.

“Would you mind reading to me?” he asks and you smile as you take the book from him.

“Of course I will,” you reply as you both crawl under the blanket.

His head is on your chest right over your heart as you start from the very beginning. As you go on, you can feel his body relax and when you look at him, he’s asleep with his arm over your stomach. You bookmark the page with the receipt from the store and turn the light off before lying down completely. Miguel mumbles in his sleep as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer with his head resting over where your heart is, making you smile as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you,” you whisper but he just hums, making you laugh quietly through your nose.

You would do anything he asked you to.

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You usually spend your days off from work reading in your room while listening to your tapes to tune out the outside world. Or sitting on a rock at Lovers Lake writing in your journal and letting the sound of the water clear your mind. Or trekking through the woods to collect things like flowers and other plants because you think they’re pretty and would be a lovely addition to your bedroom or anywhere else in your home. But this time, you’re spending your day off going to the grocery store because you need stuff to cook dinner so you and your aunt don’t have to settle for box macaroni and cheese for dinner. You’re not there for a lot of stuff so you grab one of the small shopping baskets and look for the first thing on your list. You manage to get a few things in your basket when you feel a pair of eyes watching you. You hear the footsteps getting closer as you grab something from the middle shelf and turn around to see Jason Carver.

He looks exactly the same from high school, only he isn’t wearing that obnoxiously green letterman jacket and it looks like he has about two little scars on his face.

“I thought garlic was supposed to ward off witches,” he says and you glance at the three bulbs of garlic in your basket and scoff as you look at him.

“You’re thinking about vampires. But it is nice to see you haven’t changed much since high school. All braun, no brains,” you reply with fake pout as his jaw twitches and you shrug your shoulders. “Although, garlic can be used for protection, banishing and cleansing so you’re kinda half-right. It also has plenty of healing properties.”

“Something only a witch would know,” Jason sneers and you shake your head.

“No, something anybody would know if they had any knowledge or brains whatsoever. Tell me something, Jason. If you use garlic in a natural home remedy because you’re feeling sick, you’re just someone innocently using garlic for its healing properties since garlic is so commonly used to help with sickness. But if I decide to mix garlic with thyme, rosemary, salt and maybe some cedar leaves in a jar and seal it with black candle wax with the intention to cleanse, purify and protect my home from anything that means me harm, I’m an evil witch who hexes people for fun. Explain to me how that works,” you say as you narrow your eyes at him.

“I got a better idea. You and your aunt can go hang so we don’t have any of the Devil’s workers running around Hawkins and ruining everything,” Jason says as he gets dangerously close to you.

You hum as you slightly tilt your head. “You know, I heard that a person only gets chicken pox once in their life. I will happily put that theory to the test unless you get out of my face in the next three seconds,” you say. You see his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows, making you grin. He steps back and turns around as you count to three and when he’s gone, you sigh as you continue shopping.

He was always an asshole and an idiot and you don’t take anything he says seriously since he’s all bark and no bite. You know that if it ever comes down to it, he would run away tail tucked between his legs and the image makes you laugh as you find the last thing on your list and head to the checkout. The cashier quickly scans everything from your basket and puts them in a bag before ringing up your total. After you pay, you grab the bag and start heading back home so you can get started.

As soon as you get home, you put away the groceries and get to work. You and your aunt already agreed on what you were going to make for dinner which made your quick trip to the grocery store much easier because you knew what you needed. You have the TV on and sometimes glance at the screen while you prepare the meat as the pot heats up. The sizzling sound of the chicken in the hot oil momentarily drowns out the TV noise until it quiets down. You can already smell it as you let it sit for a while as you feel your cat rub her head against your leg. You’re pouring water into the pot when you hear noises outside and you look out the window to see what’s going on. You see Eddie getting out of his van and walking up to his door while feeling around his pockets and cursing out loud. You open the door with Luna by your feet and cross your arms as you watch in amusement as he mutters to himself in frustration.

“What’s eatin’ ya?” you ask with a crooked smile and Eddie laughs sarcastically as he looks at you.

“Very funny. I forgot my key and now I’m locked out,” he replies.

“At least you didn’t lose it like you did in high school,” you say. “Uncle Wayne’s not home?”

“Nah, he left for work half an hour ago,” he answers.

“Well, it looks like it’s gonna rain soon so get your gangly ass in here before you end up looking like a drowned sewer rat,” you say as you open the door wider to let him in and he runs inside. “Take your shoes off at the door.”

“You’re still wearing your shoes,” he points out as he looks at your feet.

“I live here and I pay half the bills so I will wear my shoes in my own home if I damn well please,” you reply as you check the pot with the boiling meat.

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie replies as he takes his shoes off and looks over your shoulder. “Is that chicken?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is it yellow?”

“It’s curry. Have you never had curry chicken before?” you ask as you put the lid back on the pot and turn around to look at him.

“My cooking skills are limited to pasta, canned soup and microwave dinners,” Eddie replies as he sits on the arm of the couch.

“You know, I always forget that not everyone knows about the kind of food I’ve been eating my whole life. It’s one of our go-to’s when we don’t know what else to eat. Well, it’s between that and corned beef with rice. Everyone in my family calls it the struggle meal and everyone outside of my family who has seen me eat it said it looked like cat food while pretending to gag in my face but it tastes good so I eat it with no fucks given,” you say as you shrug your shoulders while Luna jumps onto the couch and stares at Eddie and he smiles as he strokes her fur.

While he’s petting her, you go to your room to take your shoes off and leave them by the closet before going back to the stove to make sure the chicken wasn’t burning. Eddie’s still sitting on the arm of the couch and you glance at him as you start making some rice to go on the side.

“You know, you can actually sit on the couch instead of just sitting on the arm. If you want, you can change the channel too. Might as well make yourself comfortable since I don’t know how long until it stops raining,” you say as you turn on the back burner for the rice.

“If I get too comfortable, I might never leave,” Eddie replies with a smirk and you turn around to look at him.

“I will throw you into the rain,” you say and Eddie laughs.

“Still the same bitch you were in high school.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

You leave the food to cook some more as you sit down on the couch next to Eddie with your legs crossed and Luna curling up in your lap. You look up from your cat and realize what show Eddie settled on while you were at the stove working on dinner and you turn around to look at him.

“Seriously? You chose Ducktales?” you ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

“Well, it was either that or The Smurfs,” he replies and you roll your eyes as you look at the TV. Luna makes a small noise as she looks at the TV and stares at the screen. “See? Luna likes it!”

“Luna watches anything she lays her eyes on,” you say as you get up to check on the food. Everything is done cooking by now so you turn everything down to low heat. “Are you gonna eat?”

“Sure,” he answers.

You take out two plates and start putting food on them as you hear the door unlock and your aunt walks in wet from the rain. “I didn’t know we were having a guest over,” she says as she takes off her wet shoes and jacket.

“He forgot his key at home and when he got back, his uncle was already gone so he was locked out. I told him to get inside so he doesn’t get wet,” you answer as you grab a third plate from the cupboard.

“You told me to get my gangly ass inside before I end up looking like a drowned sewer rat,” Eddie says from the couch.

“You are gangly and I’ve seen you soaked from the rain before. You actually do look like a drowned sewer rat,” you reply. “Come get a plate.”

“I’m gonna go change into some dry clothes so just leave mine on the counter,” your aunt says before heading to her room to change as Eddie takes a plate from the counter.

The both of you sit down on the couch as the end credits of the episode rolls on the screen and you pick up the remote and flip through the other channels. The show Bewitched happens to be on and nothing else interests you so that’s what you settle for but that doesn’t go over Eddie’s head.

“A witch watching a show about a witch? Huh,” he comments and you chuckle as you look at him. “Gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never had a friend who’s a witch before but I must say it’s kinda cool.”

“Maybe one day I can show you my magic altar,” you reply with a little crooked smirk and he laughs with a mouthful of food before looking at the screen.

Your aunt comes back out with different clothes and grabs her plate from the counter and sits at the table. Usually, it’s just you and her eating dinner but this time, Eddie’s there and you don’t mind having him around.

It was still raining by the time you all finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen so you and your aunt agreed to let Eddie spend the night until the rain stopped. You gave him a pillow and a blanket before going back to your room to take off your makeup and change. You fell asleep with Luna by your feet but then you woke up at three in the morning with a dry mouth that would not let you go back to sleep.

You throw the blanket off of you and quietly go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. All the lights are off, leaving you in total darkness except for the moonlight through the curtains but you spent your life living in the trailer so you’re able to get around even if you were blindfolded. You grab a glass from the cupboard and turn on the tap for cold water when you hear a voice behind you.

“Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” Eddie asks from the couch and you look at him.

“No, I actually did fall asleep but woke up to get some water. Want some?” you ask him as he sits up and shrugs his shoulders.

“Sure,” he answers.

You take a second glass and fill it with water and join Eddie on the couch. His jeans, leather jacket and denim vest are folded in a small pile on the coffee table, leaving him in a worn out band tee and boxer shorts with his lower half covered by the blanket you gave him. His hair is pulled into a low bun hanging by his neck and he accepts the glass of water from you and drinks half of it in one go.

“Looks like it stopped raining,” you comment before taking a sip of your water as Eddie nods.

“Looks like it,” he replies. “It’s past three in the morning, by the way.”

You tilt your head as you look at him confused. “Yeah. What about it?” you ask.

“The hour between three and four in the morning, they call it the witching hour but I never knew why,” Eddie says and your chuckle as the corner of your lips twitch into a small smile.

“I know why. It goes back as far as sixteenth century Europe. People’s fear of witchcraft was growing so the Catholic Church prohibited any activities between that hour but they didn’t start calling it the witching hour until the eighteenth century. There are different definitions but that’s the one I’m familiar with,” you explain and Eddie watches you as you speak.

“What else is in that beautiful brain of yours?” he asks as he taps your forehead and you laugh quietly so you don’t wake up your aunt.

“You know, I ran into Jackass Carver at the grocery store while I was getting stuff to cook for dinner. He saw I had garlic and thought it was supposed to ward off witches,” you say and his eyebrows furrow.

“That’s vampires,” he replies.

“That’s what I told him. Even after we graduated, he’s still a dumbass,” you say and Eddie laughs. “You know, garlic is also associated with protection. I mean, it’s used for protection against vampires in folklore but there are so many ways people have used it for thousands of years. Greeks, Egyptians, Babylonians and Romans used it for healing purposes and people still do that today. In Egypt, they used it to ward off illness and increase strength and endurance. Ancient Greeks used it to ward off demons and Greek athletes would take some before a competition and soldiers would eat some before going into battle. Roman soldiers ate garlic to inspire them and give them courage. Of course, some of these are just superstitions and folklore.”

“See, this is the kind of shit you would randomly talk about to people. Who starts a conversation about the healing properties and superstitions and folklore about garlic?” Eddie laughs and you scoff as you smack his arm.

“Shut up! You once started a random conversation with a random person talking about Black Sabbath,” you retaliate and he smiles as he shrugs his shoulders.

“We’re nerds, you and I.”

“The Devil and the Witch of Hawkins.”

Eddie chuckles as you finish your glass of water and take his empty glass as you stand up. You quickly rinse them and put them in the dish rack before heading back to your room to go back to sleep. Luna is still asleep on your bed and you get under the blanket carefully to not move her around and wake her up. You and Eddie. Complete nerds and weirdos who don’t give a damn.

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He swears you know what you’re doing, prancing around in your little skirt and low cut top. Or maybe he’s just losing it because the way your skirt rides up your thighs whenever you sit down makes blood rush to his cock. If your skirt had moved up just an inch, he might have been able to get a peak of your panties. His mind is also occupied by how your lips would look wrapped around his cook with the red tinted lip gloss you’re wearing. He was so lost in his thoughts about how pretty you’d look on your knees sucking him off that he didn’t notice you had fallen asleep. He groans as he tries to think of anything other than how much his cock is throbbing or how your nipples are poking through your top. Maybe the joint he smoked earlier is making him more horny than usual and it’s definitely not becoming any less distracting no matter how many times he shifts in his place.

His mind is occupied with the thought of how pretty you’d look when you cum as his calloused hand gently squeezes your thigh. He can never get over how soft you are compared to him and he can never get enough of it. It’s like he’s squeezing two soft pillows as he sits between your legs with his hands going up your skirt. How are you so soft anyway? How could someone like you ever be cool with someone like him? How have you not run for the hills away from the satanic freak?

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he mumbles when he lifts up your skirt and sees a wet patch in your underwear.

What are you dreaming about?

His hand moves up your stomach and under your top until he’s holding one of your breasts. You’re not the heaviest sleeper and you don’t even shift as he lifts up your top so both of them are exposed. His mouth latches onto the other one and his tongue swipes across your hardened nipple. He swears he’s about to explode when he hears your soft moans as his hips thrust against yours. The friction from his clothed cock against your pussy is just what he needs to release the pent up frustration from his dirty thoughts about you.

His other hand grabs your thigh as he pulls away from your breast leaving a wet patch of saliva on your skin as he sucks on your other nipple. He doesn’t stop moving his hips while you turn your head to the side leaving your neck exposed to him. Maybe he might just leave marks on your neck so you have something to wake up to if you manage to stay asleep until he’s done having his way with you. He’s still leaving bite marks on your tits as he groans into your skin while he brings himself closer to his high. He was so pent up he’s surprised he didn’t blow his load in the first few thrusts and he didn’t even actually fuck you for real.

“Eddie?” you mumble.

Eddie groans as he looks at you, your eyes half-lidded as you’re half asleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he replied with a crooked smirk as you just sleepily moan and close your eyes. “Still tired, huh?”

You don’t even respond with so much as a moan as he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as his thrusts become more frantic as he groans into your neck and goes over the edge. He looks down and notices a wet patch in his sweats as his thumb rubs your clit through your panties. You’re still out like a light so why not have a taste in the meantime? He slides your wet panties off and slides down the bed until his face is levelled with your cunt. He immediately latches onto your pussy and his tongue moves from your dripping hole to your swollen clit as he holds your legs apart. You’ll likely have bruises on your thighs from all the times he’s been gripping them but he’s not worried about that. If anything, it’ll boost his ego knowing that you’ll wake up with plenty of reminders of what he did while you were taking your nap.

It doesn’t surprise him when you start to shift around, he just keeps you spread open as he eats you out until you stop moving but your soft quiet moans don’t stop. He really wants to see the kind of face you make when you come but that will just have to wait until next time. For now, he’s more than happy to have his face between your thighs as his tongue works you closer to the edge of your own high. You’re already pretty close from when he was dry humping you through your clothes and having his tongue directly working your cunt is pushing you closer. The arousal leaking from your pussy and his saliva makes it easy for him to slide two fingers in and find your g-spot making a breathy moan escape your parted lips. His fingers curl inside your cunt while his tongue still strokes your clit until he feels your walls clench around them. He sits up while licking your juices off his lips as he watches you tiredly blink at him. He chuckles to himself when you mumble something unintelligible before you fall back asleep again.

When you wake up an hour later, you don’t question why your pussy is sensitive, why you have bruises and bite marks all over your tits and thighs or why you’re no longer wearing your panties.

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Even after you got home, all you could think about was Sweet Pea’s proposal. You thought you, Betty and Toni would just spend the night watching movies and eating snacks and have a sleepover. Even if they decided they wanted to go to prom, you had no problem staying by yourself because you never wanted to influence their decisions.

“What happened?” your mother asked when she saw you by the door.

You sighed through your nose as you looked at her face. She always told you that when you were deep in thought, you had this look that gave it away. It seemed like she saw it.

“I, um, I never told you this but there is this guy that I’ve kinda been talking to for a while and he sorta asked me to be his date to the prom,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders while your mother sat down on the couch.

“Well, what did you tell him?” she asked.

“I told him I’d think about it. I didn’t think I’d be going anyway,” you answered as you sat down next to your mother.

“Why not? You used to be so excited for your senior prom. You used to talk about what kind of dress you would wear and what your date would be like,” you mom said.

You shook your head before looking at her. “Things change, Mom. I changed. I’m not the same as I was back then,” you replied.

Your mother sighed. “So, what are you gonna tell that boy?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed.

The worst part was that Sweet Pea would have been the kind of person you’d go to prom with if you met him years ago. He listened to you and he knew the real you. In the short time you knew him, he made you smile and laugh. He didn’t believe the rumours and he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He cared about what you thought and what you had to say. He didn’t judge you and he didn’t throw you under the bus for cheap laughs. He was everything that everybody else wasn’t. And worst of all, you actually liked him and he liked you too.

“Well, no matter what you decide, I’m sure he’ll understand,” your mother said and you nodded as you got up and went to your room.

You put your bag down and sat on your bed while fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You were completely torn. For a long time, prom was out of the question. You thought it was completely pointless. But part of you also felt like you owed it to the happier, more innocent and naïve past version of yourself that dreamed of going to prom. If you were still that person, you would’ve said yes to Sweet Pea in his trailer without even thinking about it. But of course, that was before everything happened and it was your naïvety that got you there in the first place. Sometimes you miss how you used to be. You were a lot happier and more carefree. You always went out with your friends and did so much with them. But now, it’s mostly faint smiles that don’t even reach your eyes and you’re more careful of the people around you and always asking yourself what their real intentions were.

“Why don’t you just go?”

You turned around and noticed Veronica standing there. “What?” you asked.

“A guy asked you to prom, right? So why don’t you just go?” Veronica asked and you shook your head.

“Were you listening to our conversation?” you questioned.

“Who cares? Someone is finally willing to put up with you and you will probably never find another person like that so why not just go?” Veronica asked.

You scoffed as you stood up. “You’re not slick. You only want me to accept his offer so you can go with Reggie. You don’t care about me or what I want or how I even feel. You don’t care if I go and it ends up being the worst night of my life like the Halloween party as long as you get what you want because everything always has to be about you,” you said as you walked over to her. “Just leave me alone.”

You slammed the door in her face and sighed as you sat back down on your bed. Maybe slamming the door on her was a bit much but you didn’t regret saying what you did because you knew it was the truth. If you went, it would be all about her. If you didn’t go, she would still make it all about her and how you ruined her life simply because you didn’t want to go to a basic high school event. Part of you wanted to not go just to get under Veronica’s skin but then you’d be no better than her. The other part of you wanted to go because you felt like you owed it to yourself. Even if Sweet Pea didn’t ask you to be his date, you could’ve just gone with your friends if they also didn’t have dates and even if they did, you would’ve just been the fifth wheel.

You actually wanted to go. It could be fun. You and Sweet Pea. Your heart jumped when you thought about Sweet Pea and how he kissed you. He truly seemed like a great guy. Maybe he was the only one who would actually put up with you or maybe he was just the only one who bothered to get to know you. If you told him no, he wouldn’t force you. Even when he asked you to go to Dilton Doiley’s party with him and you told him no, he didn’t try to change your mind. He left it completely up to you and once again, he asked you to do something with him and left it completely up to you and didn’t make you feel bad when you didn’t give him the answer he wanted. He gave you a choice and you made your decision.

“He what?”

“What did you tell him?”

“How come you never told us?”

“Do you really like him?”

Betty and Tonic kept asking you questions after you told them Sweet Pea asked you to be his date to the prom. You didn’t even tell them about the party, that you’ve been hanging out with Sweet Pea, you didn’t even tell them that he walked up to you and asked you out when you were leaving gym class. You kind of forgot to tell them what was going on.

“Alright, just relax, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ve been talking and hanging out for a while and now he wants me to go to prom with him,” you said while looking down at your milkshake.

“When did this even start?” Betty asked while you took a sip.

“He just walked up to me after gym class and asked me out which I thought was weird. Then he just kept showing up wherever I was. He was even at the concert when he asked me to go to that party,” you said.

“And you went with him?” Toni asked and you shook your head.

“I told him no but I ended up going only because Veronica was being a bitch and I just wanted her to shut up. Then he drove me home and we talked and then after that, we just kept talking. We went to the roller rink, we watched a movie at his place and then he asked me to prom,” you explained as you shrugged your shoulders.

“So are you gonna go?” Betty asked with a hint of a smile.

“I want to. I like him and I think he likes me,” you replied while smiling down at your drink.

“We can all go,” Toni said. “Peaches asked me and I said yes.”

“I got asked too. Jughead asked me yesterday,” Betty said and you smiled at them.

“Maybe this could be a triple date?” you asked and Betty nodded.

“Sweet Pea is a pretty cool dude. Granted, I never thought you two would be a thing but I’m rooting for you,” Toni said and you smiled.

You only dreamed of something like this happening and then that dream died. And now, you felt like things could be different. And even better, you were going to have your friends with you. Maybe your little daydreams didn’t completely die after all. Just the thought of going with Sweet Pea made you happy. You knew that you weren’t going just to please Veronica or your friends or anyone else, you were going because you wanted to.

After finishing your milkshakes and paying, you dropped your friends off but stuck around in the trailer park. You knocked on Sweet Pea’s door and smiled nervously when he opened it.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied and took a deep breath, feeling more nervous than you’re used to. Was Sweet Pea really making you nervous? “About the prom. Do you still want me to be your date?”

“Only if you want to,” he said and you nodded.

“Yeah. I wanna go with you,” you said and he smiled.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re going because you want to go, right? Not because of your friends or Veronica?” he asked and you smiled as you shook your head.

“It’s great that you wanna be sure, but I can assure you it is one hundred percent my choice. Betty and Toni would never force me to do something I don’t wanna do and you know I don’t give a rat’s ass what Veronica wants,” you replied and Sweet Pea laughed at your response.

“Good,” he said. “I guess I’ll see you at school?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you answered.

You left the trailer park and headed home with the stereo playing loudly, happily in your own world.

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Looking after little Maya down the street while her dad was out isn’t uncommon for you. The kids you look after love you and the parents always say how you’re so good with kids and would make a great parent, despite you telling them that it’s no big deal. As for Maya, she’s an easy kid to babysit so you never have any trouble with her. After playing games and drawing with her and then feeding her and watching some movies with her, all the activities tire her out and she’s struggling to keep her eyes open while she waits for her mother to come and pick her up. Even though she’s a heavy sleeper, you still try to keep it quiet so you don’t run the risk of disturbing her.

After taking her trick-or-treating, she was tired and just wanted to change out of her Tinkerbell costume and into her soft cotton pyjamas and just climb into bed but not until she was back home with her mother. You were still in your very simple Halloween costume after putting her to bed which was just a plain outfit consisting of a plain short sleeved top with a deep cut, a lace trim pleated mini skirt pair of sheer tights that were so thin you could see your skin underneath and the outfit was topped off with a simple pair of black cat ears that you just put on your head. You didn’t have any plans this Halloween, no parties or anything like that so you didn’t plan out a costume. But then Ari called you because he needed someone to take his daughter trick-or-treating while he was busy so you agreed and tried to get into the Halloween spirit for Maya until it was time for her to leave. It was way more simple than hers but she loved that you tried and took her out to collect candy from many different houses in the neighbourhood.

You and Maya are sitting on the couch watching Corpse Bride, something to keep Maya from falling asleep while waiting for Sarah to come and pick her up when Ari and a friend of his walks in through the door. You’ve seen him around a couple of times, sometimes with his kid getting lunch and sometimes alone for morning coffee whenever you were working at the diner. Maya tiredly says hi to her dad and his friend as she keeps watching the movie, trying her best to stay awake.

“Happy Halloween, sweetheart,” the man with buzzer hair says and you smile back at him.

“Happy Halloween, Mr. Everett,” you reply.

“Just Curtis is fine,” he says as you nod and turn your attention back to the TV screen.

Maya rubs her eyes as she tiredly sighs and you comfortingly rub her shoulder. Ari watches you from the kitchen and opens the fridge.

“You want a soda while we wait for Sarah?” Ari asks.

“Yes, please,” you reply as you glance at him and then look at Maya.

Ari grabs a can of orange soda for you and some water for Maya since she shouldn’t have any sugar at this hour and brings them out to you both. You and Maya thank him and Maya takes a sip of her water as you open your soda while the scene with Emily and Victor playing the piano together.

“I like this part,” Maya sighs and you smile at her as you take a sip of your soda and put it down on the coffee table.

“Me too,” you respond.

“What are you watching?” Curtis asks as he sits beside you on the sofa.

“Corpse Bride. Maya loves this movie and I put it on to help her stay awake long enough for her mom to pick her up because I know she doesn’t like to miss a minute of this movie,” you briefly explain without looking away from the TV. Perfect timing, you hear a car honk outside and you get up to pull back the curtain and see Sarah’s car out front. “Perfect timing.”

You tell Maya to grab her stuff and put her shoes on, promising her that you can finish the movie together next time. As she is putting her shoes on and grabbing her little backpack and orange pumpkin bucket filled with candy, you down the rest of your soda and walk her outside as Sarah gets out of the car. She barely says many words to you as Maya gets in the backseat and you ask her if she’s sure she has everything. She tiredly nods with her eyes closed and you smile as you remind her of your promise to finish watching the movie the next time she’s at her dad’s and you’re babysitting her.

Once Sarah drives off, you go back inside and turn the movie off. You look for your bag that has all your stuff in it but you can’t find it. You’re sure you left it right there but now it’s nowhere to be found. As you keep looking around and moving things hoping that it will turn up, your lower stomach aches. Maybe you had too much candy. You don’t think about it much as you try to think of where else your bag could be but you’re a little distracted when you rub your forehead and the skin feels warmer than usual.

“Mr. Levinson, can I use your bathroom for a moment?” you ask.

“Sure thing,” he says with a smile and you try to smile back as you go upstairs to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

What the hell is even happening? Your core is aching and your skin is heating up even through the thin material of your clothes and there’s even a little bit of sweat forming along your hairline. Your heart is beating wildly as you grip the edges of the sink and turn on the tap to soak your face in cold water. It gives a little relief to your suddenly warm skin but it doesn’t stop the growing ache in your core. You try to put on your best act so Ari doesn’t notice anything as you leave the bathroom but it doesn’t stop the throbbing ache between your legs and your heating, sensitive skin.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Ari asks you, feigning concern but you don’t notice it and you try to put on your best smile and nod.

“Yeah, just not feeling my best. I should really get home and call it a night,” you reply as you try to walk away but Ari pulls you closer and puts his hand against your forehead.

His large hands holding you in place and touching your skin is overwhelming and Ari almost grins as he watches you try to hide it but maintains his “concern.”

“You’re a little warm. Was it something you ate?” he asks as he holds onto your upper arms.

“I’m really not sure—”

“Something you drank? Like the soda you had earlier?”

Your mind reels at his words as you think back to the moment when he offered you a soda a little while after he came home. It wasn’t open when he gave it to you but then again, you did have some of the candy you collected for yourself so too much sugar from all the sweets and the soft drink must be it.

“I should really go home. I just need to find my bag,” you mumble as you turn around but Ari snakes his arms around you and pulls you closer to him until your back is against his chest.

His large body engulfs yours as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You don’t look so good,” he says. “Why don’t you lay down for a moment?”

Maybe lying down for a moment will help and you don’t see the harm so you accept. Ari brings you into his room and you lie down on the bed, hoping that just a few minutes will help with whatever suddenly happened. You try to make yourself comfortable on the soft mattress but your core is still throbbing and your stomach is still twisting and turning. You hope that by giving it time, it’ll die down enough for you to get home and ride out the rest of it but so far, it doesn’t feel like it’s gonna get any easier any time soon.

You’re lying down on your side with your thighs instinctively clenched together to try and ease the ache while Ari walks in with a glass of water. You feel the bed dip as he sits down beside you and pulls you up to offer you the glass but you shake your head.

“Thanks, Mr. Levinson, but I’m not thirsty and I should really get home,” you say but Ari pulls you closer until your body is pressed against his and he holds you in place.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave yet, sweetheart,” he replies.

Your mind is racing as he holds you in place and ignores your feeble attempts to get out of his hold. His fingers travel under your shirt and graze the skin which is still a little warm but that doesn’t stop him from rubbing your skin with his hands under your shirt as if he’s done this a million times. You can hear him humming as he inhales the sweet citrus and coconut scent coming off you while his hands continue to wander. You should really go home but you stay in your spot while Ari continues to touch you. You can feel his hardening cock through his jeans touching your lower back and your stomach twists as your panties stick to your core.

You hear the door open and Curtis walks in with a lopsided grin on his face when he sees you and Ari sitting on the bed with his hands wandering over your body with his nose in your neck.

“That was fast,” he says as he strides over and roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, kitten.”

He chuckles at your visibly confused face as he lets go of your jaw and Ari hums as he removes his face from your neck and looks at you.

“You didn’t even notice Curtis slip something in your soda. Too busy watching the movie with Maya,” he says and your stomach drops. You were too busy watching the movie as you explained to Curtis what you were watching while he slipped something into your soda and you were none the wiser. “Nothing harmful, just something to get you ‘tingly’ if you will.”

A small whimper escapes your throat as you rub your thighs to try to relieve the ache between them which makes both men chuckle as Ari grabs your thighs and pulls them closer to your chest to spread them open. Your skirt rides up and Curtis laughs as you squirm in Ari’s hold while he grabs the seam of your tights and tears the fabric, exposing your damp underwear. Curtis doesn’t waste any time pressing his fingers against your clit through the material which makes you whine at the sensitivity and he smirks at how responsive you are.

“My god, kitten, you’re soaking,” he chuckles as he firmly rubs the sensitive bud and watches your eyebrows pinch together while you bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning in pleasure.

The friction is helping the ache but you still can’t help but shift around in Ari’s arms when it becomes too much. Ari keeps his hold on you firm with no way for you to escape while Curtis doesn’t stop stimulating your cunt. Curtis glances at Ari for a moment and grabs some sort of device and you hear a low buzzing sound. Before you can even ask what’s happening, Curtis presses the toy against your core and you try to close your legs on reflex which makes Ari laugh as he holds them open to allow Curtis access. Your stomach aches at the low vibrations shooting through your core as Curtis switches the device to a higher and more intense setting. Your panties become more damp with arousal as your slick leaks out of your hole and soaks the fabric. Your walls clench around nothing as you’re forced to keep your legs spread open while Curtis keeps the vibrator against your clothed clit.

“Cumming already and we barely started,” Ari whispers in your ear as Curtis moves your panties to the side and presses the vibrator directly on your sensitive clit.

A strangled whine escapes your throat as your hands clench around the bedsheets and Ari starts biting and sucking on your neck, leaving marks on the skin. Your heart thumps against your ribcage as the vibrator pushes you closer to the edge once more. The first one was already an intense feeling with the help of whatever it is that Curtis slipped into your soda.

“I think she likes this more than she lets on,” Curtis says as he turns up the vibrations. Your head falls back onto Ari’s shoulder as you get pushed over the edge again while Curtis makes you ride out your high. “You just keep cumming like a dumb little slut.”

You whine as Curtis puts the vibrator aside and grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to him until he’s able to latch onto your aching pussy with his mouth. He keeps your legs spread open as his tongue swirls around your clit while Ari wraps his hand around your throat and bites your exposed skin. Curtis doesn’t go easy on your poor sensitive cunt at all as he takes two fingers and pushes them inside your soaking hole. Your breath gets caught in your throat when he curls his fingers and presses against the sensitive spongy spot.

“You like it when Curtis eats your sweet little pussy, don’t you?” Ari questions as he shoves his pants and underwear down his legs and his hard cock stands stiff.

He guides the tip to your parted lips and pushes further into your mouth as it stretches around his girth. Tears prickle at your eyes as you try to accommodate his size but he doesn’t waste any more time and pushes his cock further into your mouth until you’re gagging. One man is eating your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do while the other has you choking on his dick. Your head is devoid of any thoughts as Curtis’ tongue pokes at your hole. Ari on the other hand is enjoying the sight of seeing you stuck between the both of them and he can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt.

The knot in your stomach comes back as Curtis rubs the spongy spot inside your walls and devours your core until it clenches around his fingers. He looks up and sees tears running down your face as Ari shoves his cock down your throat making you gag around his girth.

“Go ahead and cry, babygirl. It just makes me even harder,” he growls as he takes his clothes off and takes your tights and panties off, leaving you in your skirt and top.

Your legs tremble as his cock rubs between your folds but he grabs them with a bruising grip and folds them against your chest. You whine around Ari’s cock as Curtis basically fucks your folds an they both smirk at how desperate you are for more.

“You really are a pathetic little slut. You enjoy being taken by two men who are much older than you,” Ari groans as his thrusts falter and he stills inside your mouth.

You struggle to swallow all of his load and some of it leaks out of the corners of your mouth and you’re gasping for air once he lets go of your head so you can pull away. Your ragged breaths become surprised moans when the tip of Curtis’ cock catches your hole and slips inside. He grabs your hips and tries to push his cock further into your pussy while Ari keeps your legs open but your walls resist him.

“Too big,” you whine as you try to squirm away but both men hold you in place. “It won’t fit.”

“Stupid little whore. I’ll make it fit,” Curtis growls as he shoves his cock into your walls and you cry out as your cunt is forced to stretch around his girth.

“Holy shit, look at that,” Ari says as he forces your head down and you whimper at the bulge in your stomach. “Such a tight little cunt.”

Curtis immediately sets a brutal pace and fucks your with no mercy as Ari squeezes your throat and forces your to look at him. You wanted release but now you were getting more than enough. Your cunt was sensitive and Curtis continues to hit every sensitive spot inside of you as Ari licks away the tears on your face. Curtis doesn’t stop or falter and continues fucking you like he hates you and a strange feeling builds up in your belly. Ari’s gaze is drawn to the bulge in your belly from the size of Curtis’ cock in your cunt and the bruises that are starting to appear on your thighs. Curtis presses on your stomach where his dick pokes through your skin and before you could tell him about the weird feeling, a clear liquid gushes out of you and soaks his cock and stomach.

“Jesus Christ, kitten. You’re definitely doing that again tonight,” he groans as he continues to fuck your abused pussy, unfazed by your messy orgasm.

You try to tell him that it’s too much, that you can’t take any more but all words come out as garbled nonsense while you coat Curtis’ cock with your slick. Curtis stills inside of you and the tip hits the deepest part of you and he coats your walls with his load. A pitiful whine escapes your throat as he pulls out of your cunt and his cum leaks out onto the bed sheets as he grabs your jaw.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. You still gotta take Ari’s cock in the tight pussy of yours.”

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