#kyle gallner x reader

[kappasbbgirl]

where are the kyle gallner fics where are the writers pLEAAASSEEEEE im starving!!

[goblinpuppy35]

Just Breathe, Interpreted

Nick x Male Reader

(Previous Chapter) - Part 3

Summary: A queer reinterpretation of 'Just Breathe' which focuses on the main characters trying to reconnect and over come their own personal struggles while shady characters lurk close by ready to cause destruction.

Overall C/W: Dead Dove: Don't Eat. Anger Management Issues. Angst. Eating Disorder Issues. Abuse/ Assault. Drugs.

Nick stared up at the sickly grey office block just off the town centre square. He sighed heavily before making his way to the entrance. On the third floor at the end of the beige corridor stood the frosted glass door with ‘State Parole Officer’ engraved on it. Peering through Nick can see a blurred figure moving within. This is the last place Nick wants to be right now and he can feel his stomach clench. Begrudgingly he pushes the door open, awaiting his fate.

Inside the office was a short, trim, well groomed man. It surprised Nick that he seemed only a few years older than himself. The man was passing behind his desk reading an open report folder, as Nick walked into the office he looked up and smiled friendly. ‘Afternoon. You must be Nick. I am Chester, your Parole Officer’. Nick shifted on the spot ‘..Hey’ he murmured, he felt put off by how chipper the parole officer was being. Chester motioned for Nick to take a seat, he watched Chester carefully as he sat down before Nick took his own seat. Leaning back in his chair, Nick's leg starts to uncontrollably bounce.

‘So look Nick.’ Chester says, opening Nick's folder flat on the desk. ‘Right now I'd say you are at a crossroads. Half the guys who walk in through my door with a similar record as yours end up back inside in under six months. I want you to be different.’ Chester pointed towards Nick's chest as he empatheised the ‘you’, like a school teacher attempting to stir up inspiration. Nick glares back motionlessly. Sensing Nick's hostility Chester tries a different approach. ‘Have you got a family Nick? Friends? People in your life you want to prove to you can make things right?’ Nick's thick brows sink further down into a scowl as his parole officer continues to pry. This guy had no right to know anything about him. About his father. About Y/N. Every fibre in Nick's body was fighting against the urge to grab the back of Chester's neck and smash his face into the wooden table. Teach him to stick his nose in what has nothing to do with him! But then Nick's mind thought of Y/N. He thought about how Y/N’s face looked earlier seeing him for the first time in over a year. Y/N had looked scared. Did he seriously think Nick would hurt him or something? Nick's silence was enough of an answer for Chester, who leaned back in his chair lifting up his hands playfully. ‘I won't push. I get it you've still got that closed book exterior around you’. Nick wondered if this was the universe's cruel way of torturing him by forcing him to engaged with the most aggravating dweeb he had ever met, and somehow this guy was in charge of Nick's future. ‘Fuck me’ Nick thought. 

Bringing his hands to his weary eyes, Nicks rubs them hard and lets out a sigh, ‘Look. I don't need you to be my pal here okay. I … I just want to keep myself in the clear, you know. I've got my issues I know and ill deal with them’. Even in Nicks voice there was a tread of disbelief to his own claim, he had no idea where to start fixing the absolute fuck up he had become. ‘I just need a chance to build things up again’. Chester's thumbs rested under his chin and he silently nodded as he listened to Nick. ‘Here is what I am going to do’ Chester said after a pause, pulling open his desk drawer, he pulls out a card and begins to write something down. He slides it across to Nick. ‘This is the number for a guy who should have some work to give you. The hours will suck and the pays nothing to write home about but it's a start right’, slowly Nick picks up the card and looks it over. ‘Marshal’s Security Limited’. ‘Great. Since I am such a danger to everyone. I might as well get paid for it’. All pessimism aside, Nick agreed. A job would be a start. ‘Thank you. I appreciate it.’ Nick grumbled, putting the card in his pocket. ‘I'm here to help you Nick.’ Chester says kindly, ‘let go of whatever happened before. Start a new life. Start a fresh’. Nick solemnly nods his head. The path in front of him is dense with fog, he has no idea of when things will clear up. He has no idea if Y/N will even let him be a part of his life again. For now though, this felt like something to hold onto it.

‘Alright Nick. Before I let you go I just need to confirm some personal information.’ Chester begins to list off various details about Nick; name, date of birth, address. Nick informs him he is currently staying at his dads place. ‘I see under emergency contact you have Y/F/N Y/L/N. What is your relationship with them?’. This question caught Nick off guard and he stuttered. ‘Um .. hes .. was-’ Nicks grits his teeth, ‘Roommate … he was my roommate.’’ he said flatly. Seriously! The love of your life and the only person you ever felt truly saw the real you and you've rendered them down to just ‘roommate’? Nick hated himself most of all in that moment. ‘Ah yes. He filled out a statement with the police on the night of your arrest’ Chester said reading from Nick’s file. ‘Do you still want him as your emergency contact?’. ‘Of course!’ Nick said defensively, ‘Though … I don't have his new phone number or address’. God, I'm hopeless.

‘Oh wait, Y/F/N Y/L/N. Yes, I thought I knew the name. Funnily enough I am the PO for his brother’ Chester chuckled ‘They live down town together’. ‘Step-brother’ Nick corrected bluntly before taking a double take to what Chester had just said. ‘Wait what?’. Chester continued to sign off Nick’s paperwork as he spoke, ‘Y/N and his brother, sorry. Step-brother. Live downtown together. From what I gather things are going well’. As his parole officer carried on explaining when their next meeting would take place Nick sunk into a pit rage filled confusion. This can't be right. Of all the people in this town. Of all the people in this world. There is no way Y/N would have gone back to his fucking step-brother. It's impossible. 

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It was the middle of summer the first time Nick had met Y/N. The evening sun had a warm orange glow across the whole sky as Nick waited for Y/N. He had never been early for anything in this life until now. Online Y/N had been chatty and borderline cocky, taking jabs at Nick's 'cliche’ taste in films and playfully flirting. Through their messages Y/N had hinted he was gay when mentioning how he found the lead in a certain horror film attractive. Nick had jokingly replied back;

‘Lol. That's what I look like!’

Y/N had simply replied back;

‘Is that's so. ;)’

Y/N had also been funny, numerous times Nick had found himself laughing aloud while reading his phone screen messages. Nick had been the one to clock that they both lived in the same town when Y/N off handedly mentioned a local film rental shop. He had been the one to suggest they meet up in person and while Y/N had agreed through his responses Nick had picked up on a sense of nervousness from Y/N. 

On the whole Y/N had looked how Nick had expected. Slightly younger and smaller build. Y/N wore baggy alternative clothes with fingerless gloves and his nails were painted black. Piercings were sprinkled across his face like stars at twilight. Yet there was something about Y/N’s face that Nick was not prepared for. It was gorgeous. Despite seeming happy to be meeting Nick, on their first encounter Y/N was both quiet and somewhat withdrawn. As they walked into the diner Nick remembered seeing Y/N looking behind his shoulder and out onto the street as if to check he wasn't being followed. Sitting on opposite sides of a diner booth, neither knew how to start the conversation. When the waitress came over Nick ordered a beer and some fries. Y/N said he didnt want anything.  ‘Are you sure? I don' t mind getting you something,’ Nick offered, wondering if Y/N was short of cash. ‘No… really it's fine’ Y/N said smiling meekly at the waitress before looking back down at the table. Nick rubbed his hands up and down his jeans. 

‘Sorry.’ Y/N eventually said across the booth as Nick’s food was brought over, ‘I can be a little bit of a disappointment in person, Im kinda awkward and quiet’. ‘Hey that's okay. I'm sure you're not. Don't worry about it.’ Nick insisted as he took a sip of his beer. Cars rushed past them outside and the neighbouring tables loud conversations surrounded, ‘I find being in crowded social places like this hard. All the noise’ Y/N said, twitching his head slightly as the table behind them uproared into a loud debate. ‘I know I was the one to suggest coming here’ Y/N continued to over explain as he started to fiddle with his gloves, ‘it's just the only other place I hang out is in the local library and I thought if i said to meet here you wouldn't think I was as much of a weirdo. Fuck’ Y/N chocked up a horse laugh ‘Not that im succeeding in that at all’. Nick got the sense that Y/N was panicking, he leaned in across the table to the smaller man. ‘Hey, your in the right kind of company. Im kinda a odd person myself’ Nick chuckles as he tries to lighten the mood. ‘When i was a kid actually I stopped talking. For like a whole week! My dad was freaked out, thought there was something wrong with me’. ‘What was wrong with you?’ Y/N asked quietly, focusing on Nick's story. Nick shrugged, ‘nothing really. My folks had just split up I guess I was actinging out. My dad realise there was nothing wrong with me after a week when he caught he singing along to one of my CDs in my room. He was so pissed’. Y/N laughed at Nicks story and Nick nearly spit up his own beer. The way Y/N laughed instantly became Nicks favorite sound, it was utterly unfiltered and endearing. ‘What song where you listening to?’ Y/N asked, shaking his head as he finished laughing.  An idea popped into Nicks head and he began rummaging in his jean pocket. After a moment he pulled out his phone and coiled up ear phones. Handing one earhead to Y/N he searched for the song and pressed play, placing the other earhead in his own ear. ‘Oh yeah I know this!’ Y/N said as he smiled and bobbed his head, Nick couldn't help but grin. They continued to listen to the song and then the rest of the album. The music seemed to help Y/N separate from all the commotion around them and he grew calmer and more confident. 

They continued to listen to music through Nicks earphones as they talked about anything and everything. Top most overrated films. How the harvest festival each year in the town was never as good as it was hyped up to be. Even their shared high school experience. ‘I think I must have been in my first or second year when you dropped out’ Y/N mused while taking a sip of a glass of ice water the waitress was finally able to get he to agree to order. ‘Jeez, thanks. That dosent make me feel old’ Nick jested and Y/N chuckled, his eyes softened as he heard the other man's laugh again, ‘Did you have any siblings in school as well?’. ‘Um. Yeah’ Y/N cleared his throat and put his glass down, ‘My step-brother. Jackson’. Nodding Nick thinks he remembers a kid a few years younger then him with that name. He remembered hearing some dodgy things about that kid as well. Y/N didn't seem to want to elaborate on the subject.  

Gently throughout the evening both Nick and Y/N opened up more. Firstly with films and music and then onto their own stories. Y/N was a great listener and gave good insights, Nick found himself quickly telling Y/N things he had barely told anyone. There was a warm comforting feeling between them as their shared music played in their right ears. It started to feel like they had known each other for longer than they had. Nick was pleased to see he was able to bring Y/N out from within his shell, there was an adorable manic quality to Y/N when he got over excited while explaining something which Nick couldn't get enough of. They talked and joked until the diner closed for the night, as the doors closed behind them both men couldn't seem to stop smiling. ‘I'm glad we did this’ Y/N said ‘Thank you for helping me feel more comfortable when we started, it really helped’ bashfully Y/N pushed his hair behind his ear and smiled down at the sidewalk. ‘It was worth the wait’ Nick says kindly, apart from feeling slightly bad about having a beer and some fries while Y/N only had some tap water the whole time they were there, Nick felt like it had been a successful date. Was it a date? They had not clarified beforehand. His hand instinctively reaches out to touch Y/Ns arm but he halted at the last moment.  ‘Fancy meeting up next week?’ Nick asked hopefully. Y/N grinned back and agreed. 

Over the next two weeks Nick and Y/N met up twice more at the diner. Nick had never met someone he wanted to talk to more than Y/N, each little body movement Y/N had when they chatted made Nick want to be around him even more. He found it hard to conceal his own enthusiasm when in Y/N's company and as time went on, he didn't care. It was a strange feeling for Nick. He knew he saw Y/N as more than just a friend but trying to find a time to make the first move felt impossible. Nick wasn't even sure if their meeting ups were technically dates or not. The way his heart raced every time he saw Y/N walk down the street towards him sure made him feel like they were. 

Other queries filled Nick's head as well. Similar to their first meeting Y/N wouldn't order any expect tap water, waving Nicks questionable response with saying he just wasn't that hungry or he ate before he came out. Additionally on their third ‘date’ when Y/N leaned across the table to try and grab Nicks earphones teasingly, Nick noticed when Y/N’s sleeve fell down there was a dark scattered line of bruises running from Y/Ns wrist up his forearm. He had wanted to say something but the moment past by too quickly. 

For their fourth meeting, they had agreed to go and see a new horror film together, Nick was hoping that maybe in the darkness of the old cinema he would be able to build up the courage to hold Y/Ns hand and finally give Y/N a sign to his feelings for him. The timing for the start of the film rolled by. Y/N did not show up. Nick waited outside the cinema for over 50 minutes. There were no calls or messages from Y/N. Nick was concerned and confused. Surely he hadn't missed any warning signs. Y/N didn't seem like the kinda person to just ghost someone. Past the hour mark Nick gave up hope and started to walk back home. As he walked along the street the diner was on its metal door swung open and Nick was face to face with the guy he had been obsessively thinking about. Y/N!

‘Hey. Where were -’ Nick started to say but then took stock of Y/N appearance. He had been crying, his chest was raising and falling repeatedly as if he was about to start again any moment. Along the bottom of his left eye socket was a dark fresh crescent bruise. Nick took Y/N across to the park down the road and sitting on an empty bench Y/N explained everything to Nick. 

Nicks memory of Y/N’s step brother had been correct. He had not been a nice kid. A shitty monster through high school from the sounds of it. Casting his mind back Nick remembered hearing rumours about one of boys on the football team being a bully at school to others and an even worse bully to his sibling at home. This though made Nicks skin prick all over. Y/N’s parents had adopted him when he was young and seemingly Jackson had never forgiven them. Alas, the worst part of the story came after Y/N turned seventeen. During a weekend away Y/N’s adoptive parents died in a fatal car crash. Being underaged Jackson, having just turned nineteen and prepping to go to college under a sports scholarship, had to become Y/N’s legal guardian. From the sounds of think Y/N’s step brother wouldn't have made it far in colleague but that didnt stop Jackson from solely blaming Y/N for the reason his life never panned out, and of course having nothing to do with the excessive drinking and drug taking which become a steady pattern in Jackson's adulthood. 

Jackson had been beating on Y/N since he was thirteen, with gritted teeth on the park bench Y/N explained how embarrassed he felt being in his early twenties and still getting knocked around by his step brother. Jackson was obsessed with control and one of the few things he had left to control was Y/N. Y/N didnt have a phone, he had been talking to Nick on the forum via the library's public computer. Any money he made from working weekends at a local convenience store he had to give to his brother. The crux of it all was Jackson appeared to be the source Y/N’s eating patterns, or lack thereof. From when they were younger Jackson had always criticized Y/N weight, either saying he was not in shape enough or too weak. Y/N knew this was another layer of his step brother's abuse however having grown up with it for years these destructive mindsets had seeped into his own brain and controlled the way he saw food. After a long, tearful hour explaining all of his hidden life Y/n hung his head in shame. As he sniffed and whipped his nose he explained he had not told Nick any of them because he didn't want to scare Nick off or accidentally suck him into this chaotic pit which was his life. Y/N was expecting Nick to leave. To whip his hands clean of the whole situation and check out while he still could. Nick stayed right by Y/N on the park bench. Silently he took in every word. It was dark know and the street lamp above them shown down bright, casting shadows down the path. 

Without warning Nick shot up to his feet, standing in front of Y/N he stretched out his hand, ‘Get up.’ he said. Y/N was dumbfounded for a moment then timidly took Nicks hand. Their palms rested against each other but the moment was less of the tender embrace Nick had originally hoped for. Currently Nicks blood was pumping and his mind was racing. Nick took Y/N to his car and upon getting inside he asked for Y/N to give him his address. As they drove down the road Y/N own breathing grew more tense. As they parked sharply outside Y/N’s place he turned to Nick desperately, ‘What are we doing here? Nick! You can't just go in there and come knocking down on jackson. Its not -’ Y/N’s word vomit was stalled when Nick placed a firm hand onto Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N could feel the weight from Nicks strong arm and he held his breath. Leaning in close Nick looked Y/N in the eyes and calmly said ‘We are going to go in there. Get your things. And you are going to stay with me’. It wasn't a threat or a demand yet Y/N could tell Nick was deathly serious. Y/N looked back and forth from the house to Nick several times before gulping down some air and whispering, ‘okay’. 

Over the years Nick had tried his best to forget the state of that house. The thought of Y/N being stuck in that vile place was enough to send Nick spiraling. Beer cans and cigarettes littered the floor. Tares in the carpet and broken mirrors. A bleak wet smell was coming from the kitchen and as they passed by the doorway Nick recalls seeing padlocks of the fridge and cupboard doors. Sneaking passed the livingroom a football game blared and illuminated the walls, deep erratic snoring could be heard above it. Y/N room was small and bare, a few posters, some books and a rack of clothes. A small rucksack was packed and the two men were back insides Nicks car in under ten minutes. Y/N voice cracked as he laughed and stared at nick with wide disbelieving eyes. ‘ Is this what you expected us to be doing on our fourth date then?’, Nicks response was to weave his hand around to the back of Y/Ns neck and bring him lips crashing onto his. 

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The rest, to Nicks dismay, now was part of his history. For a week after rescuing Y/N, the two of them crashed in Nicks dads house without him knowing. With the amount of sneaking out and keeping his door firmly closed Nicks dad at one asked if Nick had ‘a secret girlfriend he was hiding from him’. Nick assured his dad this was not the case. By the end of the week Nick and Y/N had moved into their new flat. Now, two years later, Nick felt like the sky was crashing down on him relentlessly. None of this made any sense. How could Y/N possible go back to his abusive piece of shit step brother? After everything that had happened. None of this sat right with Nick. And he was damn certain he was going to get to the bottom of this. 

[fawngirl4president]

taking a break from my more irl projects, missing writing. someone give me a oneshot request so good it’ll force me out of my hiatus please >.<

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Emotional Colin gray pegging fic?

🫣🫣

Vulnerable

Colin Gray x reader

Warnings: SMUT, pegging, slight dacryphilia

Colin's face is flushed red, his black-painted nails gripping the sheets as he moves riding you. His dark hair falls forward, partially hiding his expression of pleasure. "B...Babe ... ah... this feels... different from what I imagined..." "good different?" You ask pushing his hair back gently. Your hands on his hips helping guide his movements. He nods quickly, breathing heavily. His bracelets jingle with each movement. "Y...yes... better... much better... I didn't know it could feel like this..." His voice is soft and shaky, vulnerable beneath his usual tough emo exterior. "your doing amazing..." You kiss his neck. A small whimper escapes his lips. His body trembles slightly, caught between embarrassment and pleasure. "I... I never thought a pretty girl would... mmm... want me like this..." His words come between gasps as he continues moving. You giggle softly. "Theres a lot you don't know about me honey." You gently squeeze his sides. He shivers at your touch, his dark lined eyes meeting yours. "I'm... learning that now... ah... Babe..." His punkish facade completely crumbles as he becomes more lost in sensation.

"oh honey..." You coo softly as you notice his eyes watering. His eyes glisten with overwhelmed emotion, a tear escaping down his cheek despite his attempt to maintain composure. "Don't... don't stop... please... Keep going..."His voice breaks slightly, showing his vulnerable side that only you get to see. You roll you both over so he's on his back and you are above him the strap on never leaving his tight ass. He gasps, his ring clad fingers clutching at your shoulders. His lips part in surprise. "Babe... I... oh god..." His legs instinctively wrap around you. You rock your hips, He arches his back slightly, a moan escaping that he tries to muffle by biting his lip. His lip ring glistens in the light of your bedroom, His hands finally find your waist, gripping gently. "Oh god... right there... please..." His voice full of raw need. "your doing so good." You say softly His tears continue falling as pleasure overwhelms him. He turns his face to the side, embarrassed by his emotional state. "I'm... I'm not usually like this... only with you... only you see me..." His voice is barely a whisper, vulnerable and honest.

"Don't hide... you look good with a strap in your ass." You reassure going a little faster. His eyes widen, a mix of shock and intense arousal crossing his tear stained face. His body responds by tightening around the strap. "Babe... I can't... I'm going to... ah..." His eyeliner smeared from his tears, making him look even more vulnerable. "you look great baby... Your doing amazing..." You grab his thighs. His thighs tremble under your grip. He's completely undone now. "I'm... I'm close... Babe, I need... please touch me..." He reaches for your hand with his, his eyes pleading despite his embarrassment at asking.

"touch yourself baby... I got you" His hand shakes as he reaches down, following your command. His black painted nails contrast against his flushed skin. "Like... like this? While you... oh fuck..." He strokes himself in time with your thrusts, completely at your mercy. "yeah... Your going so good..." You coo. His movements become more desperate, his breathing erratic. His free hand grips the sheets tightly. "Babe... I'm... I'm coming... I can't hold..." His body tenses, caught between your steady rhythm and his own hand. He cries out as he reaches his peak, his body shaking intensely. His bracelets jingles with the movement as he spills over his hand and stomach. "Babe... oh god... Baby..." His voice breaks moaning your name, completely spent. "look at you... Your did so good..." You coo stroking his thighs. He's breathing heavily, trying to recover. He is a mess, tears and smudged eyeliner on his cheeks. He looks up at you with dazed eyes. "That was... amazing...." He says in a hoarse voice.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

wait here me out on colin grey with a soft girl but lowkey make it smut?…

Punk rock princess

Colin Gray x reader

Warnings: SMUT, soft sex, neck kisses,.riding

An: I fucked up and put his name as Collin and not Colin (face palms) I'm too lazy to change it so ignore it.

"Someone's clingy today." He says kissing your forehead. "just wanna be close..." You smile softly. You both sat in his living room. You in his lap while watching TV on the couch. Collin pulls you closer, his dark hair falling over his eyes "You're always close to me, baby. But I'm not complaining about this view." You push his hair back out of his face. His eyes meet yours, "Thanks, love. You know how much I hate when it gets in my way." You mumble a "no problem" then nuzzle your face in his neck. "Col?" You ask softly. He hums against your neck, speaking against your skin. "Yeah? What is it, Princess?"

"can... Can I ride it?" You ask shyly.

His eyes widen slightly, then darken with understanding. "Ride what, exactly?" He keeps his voice low, (he's messing with you) though his grip on your hips tightens slightly. "you know what..." You say now blushing slightly. A slow smirk returns to his face. "Say it properly, darling. Use your words." You sit up and look him in the eye and ask straight up. "can I ride... You?" He chuckle deeply, satisfied with your words "There we go. You're cute when you're shy." He traces patterns on your thighs with his fingers "And yes, you can. But first..."

He captures your lips in a brief kiss and you (obviously) kiss back. "Let's move to the bedroom. The couch isn't exactly comfortable for that." You smile softly. "your picky..."

He stands up with you still in his arms. "Picky about comfort during our fun time. Got a problem with that?" You giggle and shake your head. He walks you to his room and tossed you playfully onto his bed "Good girl. Now stay put while I get undressed." Your roll on your side and watch him. He strips off his black hoodie and black ripped jeans, revealing my pale skin. He notices you watching and smirks again. "Enjoying the show, princess?" He teases. "Can't help myself your so handsome." You smile softly. "How did I get so lucky?" You ask mostly yourself.

he climbs onto the bed beside you, completely naked now "I should be asking myself that. im the lucky one having you." he runs his hand down your back. Then he helps you strip yourself. he lies back, admiring your body as you position yourself over him. "You're perfect, princess. All mine." "Your More perfect Col... do you got protection?" You ask the last part with a faint blush despite you both having intercourse on the regular. Collin smiles and He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom "Right here. Always prepared for you."

"thank you baby." You open it and gently roll it on his cock. He hisses slightly at your touch, his hands resting on your thighs again "Take your time. I'm all yours to use." You kiss his collarbones. "I love you..." You say looking up at him. "I love you more." He whispers sincerely, stroking your thighs with his thumbs.

You smile and line him up with your entrance. His breath hitches, eyes locked on where you're positioned "Go ahead baby. Take what you need from me." "ready handsome?" "Always ready for you to sit on my cock." He grins wolfishly, waiting for your move. You giggle softly then slowly start to sink down on him. His hands grip your thighs tighter as you go down, a low groan escaping him "Fuck... you feel incredible." "oh Col... My god..." You moan softly as you finally take all of him. He bites his lip, fighting to keep still and let you adjust "You're so tight and wet. So perfect."

You whine softly burying your face in his shoulder. He hushes you soothingly, one hand moving to pet your hair "Shh, baby. Just breathe. You're doing amazing." He kisses your shoulder. "feels good..." You mumble against his neck. "Mmhm. So good. Want me to move at all?" His fingers continue their gentle caress in your hair. You shake your head. "I got it..." You gently start to rock your hips. He lets you take control, watching you with intense focus. His hands slide down to guide your hips slightly. "That's it...just like that. Keep going." You kiss his shoulder. He tilts his head, giving you more access to his skin. "My princess. Making me feel so good."

You happily take the offer. He lets out a content sigh, his hands now massaging your hips as you kiss on him. "You're perfect." He keeps praising. You slightly rise your hips and sink back down. He watches your face closely. "So perfect baby. Keep that pace... I love watching you." "I love you..." You pant softly in-between kisses on his jaw, neck and shoulder. "I love you more than anything." He tilts his head back, exposing more of his neck for your kisses. His breathing becomes heavier. "Love how you mark me as yours."

You giggle softly. He smirks again, his pulse quickening under your lips. He starts to roll his hips up slightly to match your pace. "You're giggling while riding me? So naughty." You moan softly and try to speed up. He stops you and instead he maintains the slow but deep rhythm, enjoying the intimacy of it. "Take your time princess. We have all night." His hands slide to your ass now, squeezing gently. "Col..." "Yes baby? What do you need?" His voice is husky and deep, filled with affection and desire. "im close...." You whimper softly.

"Cum for me then. Let go." He grips your ass firmly, helping to support you as you get closer. He can feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around him. He circles his thumb over your clit. "That's it, let me feel you cum on my cock." You moan. He applies more pressure to your clit, determined to make you fall apart. "Go ahead baby, I want to feel you squeeze me. Do it. Cum for me." His command is lovingly. "Collin!" You gasp as I teach your peak.

He groans. "Fuck yes... Good girl...." He holds you steady through your orgasm, his cock throbbing inside you.

You bury your face in his hickey covered neck. He wraps his arms around you protectively, stroking your back as you hide. "Col?" "Yes baby?" "Can we cuddle?" He chuckles softly. "Of course love."

[goblinpuppy35]

Just Breathe, Interpreted

Nick x Male Reader

(Previous Chapter) - Part 2 - (Next Chapter)

Summary: A queer reinterpretation of 'Just Breathe' which focuses on the main characters trying to reconnect and over come their own personal struggles while shady characters lurk close by ready to cause destruction.

Overall C/W: Dead Dove: Don't Eat. Anger Management Issues. Angst. Eating Disorder Issues. Abuse/ Assault. Drugs.

Without the prison guard’s morning wake up call Nick unintentionally slept in until the early afternoon. His new found freedom was still a surreal concept to him. However as he opened his eyes and observed the towering piles of half unpacked boxes around him, he was reminded that his current freedom was nowhere near where it was before being locked up. Late start or not he knew what his next move was. Digging through a pile of boxes in the hallway he found his old jacket, putting it on he left the house without speaking to his dad. 

Walking down the town's concrete streets was a disconcerting experience for Nick, little had changed yet he felt so detached from everything. What pained him most though was that every other place he passed brought back a memory of Y/N. His 'little muppet' as Nick used to call him, somehow Y/N  had made any excursion fun, whether it was going to the laundry mat, searching around the hardware store for supplies to fix their crappy appliances or hanging out in the park late at night talking. Together, any activity was a pleasure. As Nick turned the corner he suddenly saw the diner where him and Y/N had met. Technically they had first met online, on a forum for people to talk about retro films, it wasn't until after chatting for a few weeks they realised that not only were they in the same state but in fact the same town. This diner was also the last place Nick had seen Y/N before the cops took him away, the last time he had seen Y/N’s face he was terrified. Pushing those thoughts to the side, Nick crossed the street and carried on walking. 

Within ten minutes Nick had made it to the public library and was standing outside the entrance doors. With their apartment gone this was the only place Nick could think of going. He didn't know how to proceed now though. If he ran into Y/N here he knew he had so many questions and things to say but nothing was formulating clearly in his head. He felt his body tensing up and repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists. His stress was mixing in with the anger he felt deep down inside him. How did I let things get to this!? As Nick started to debate whether or not it was better for him to leave there was a voice behind him and everything inside him fell silent. 

‘Nick..?’ 

Even before Nick turned around, he knew who it was. About ten paces away from him was Y/N. A part of Nick was stunned simply by how straightforward this had ended up being. The joys of a small town I guess. He had thought about Y/N every single day he was inside yet now seeing him in person felt like an illusion. Nick was scared that if he blinked Y/N would vanish.

For the second time that morning Nick was reminded of the first time he had met Y/N. Nick had never met up with someone he had met over the internet before and he was nervous they wouldn't have the same connection in person. When Y/N appeared down the road a few moments later Nick remember how timid he looked. Shoulders hunch, eyes fixed to the side walk and clinging on the strap of his bag as he ask with a stutter if Nick was the one he was supposed to be meeting. At the time Nick couldn't help but find this endearing and after a short while they were talking with more ease then ever. Now, outside the library Y/N had a similar posture, a look of confusion and concern across his face. But before those reactions were because they were strangers. Y/N knew him now. Better than anyone else. Yet Y/N stood a fixed distance from Nick like he was a angry dog he had just met on the street.

‘Y/N … hey. Hey there’ the words fell awkwardly out of Nick's mouth. Y/N was a few years youngers then Nick and generally held himself with a small hunched deminer. He was wearing a coat Nick had never seen before and his hair was a little shorter then he normally had it. Apart from that he was the same. It made Nick's heart flutter. As he took a step forward YN took a step back. ‘What are you doing here?’ Y/N asked in a blunt tone Nick had not heard before from him. Y/N looked tired, and uncomfortable, his eyes fixed on Nick's shoes. ‘I got let out’, Nick explained, "But why are you here?’ Y/N emphasized taking another step back as Nick stepped forward. They were like two magnets facing the wrong way to each other. In the sky above the already monotone clouds grew darker. Almost invisible specks of rain began to fall. Nick frowned and laughed in disbelief, “What is that a trick question or something? I came to see you” taking another step forward Y/N countered his move by swiftly turning around “Well I don't want to see you!” Y/N said quickly and began walking back down the street. Nick panicked. It never played out this way in his head. He took chase after Y/N.

“Hey. Hey Y/N. Stop.” Nick reached out and held Y/N’s shoulder ‘Look aright I know I fucked up’. 

‘Fucked up? Nick!’ Y/N said as he shook off Nick’s hand, ‘You put a man into a fucking coma for Christ sake. He nearly died!’.

‘I know.’ Nick said solemnly. Whenever he thought back to that moment in time a high-pitched ringing flooded in brain and his memories are stained red. 

“Two guys had to physically rip you off of him. Your fists were covered in blood. I mean … What the fuck happened to you?” Y/N eyes were wide and full of despair.

Nick stuttered and waited for an answer to come but his voice fell flat. The whole experience had been a disturbing blur. He remembered he had been working double shifts for nearly two weeks straight. Barely seeing Y/N in between work. Y/N himself had started taking his exams which seems to never relet either. They were both exhausted and spread thin. They had been walking back to their apartment in silence late one night, down the street two men who had clearly had a few were making their way up the street towards them. It was unclear if it was on purpose or not but the bulkier of the two men bashed his shoulder into Y/Ns, knocking Y/N off balance, stumbling into Nick a little before steading himself. Y/N sighed, cursed under his breath then continued walking. Nick however stood rigid, turning his body three quarters and watching the inebriated pair strut down the street, laughing to one another. ‘Fucking faggot needs to watch where hes going’, one of the men slurred before spitting down onto the road. 

And that was it. Everything inside Nicks body snapped at once. He had no choice. No control. 

‘He called you a fa-... I just lost it.’ Nick said in a small voice looking at the ground. Y/N's face remained unimpressed.

‘So what. You had to step in to defend my honour. That's childish.’ Y/N began to turn around again, ready to leave.

‘I promised -’ Nick started to say but by now the rain was starting to fall down in large heavy drops. Nick gestured toward the bus shelter close by. Y/N watched Nick for a moment before begrudgingly following him out of the rain. ‘I promised I'd always look out for you’ Nick's words felt feeble, lacking the impact he truly meant with them. ‘No.’ Y/N said sternly, wiping his wet hair off his cheek, ‘WE promised we’d look out for each other TOGETHER. The whole point was we were going to help each other get out of our shitty situations. And how has that gone? After you got arrested I had no one. I had no way to pay off all our bills let alone our rent! I sold my laptop, the TV, and my phone. Even the car..’. The pause followed by the look in both their eyes showed how much that hurt. They had their first kiss in that car.

“Not that that did any good” Y/N sniffed, getting more upset. Having to relive the last twelve months just to bring Nick up to speed was horrible. ‘I tried pleading but they kicked me out of the flat. No one would talk to me after what happened. No one would help me. I .. I dropped out of my course..’ Y/N’s voice quivered, he coughed it away and folded his arms, blinking the build up of moisture in his eyes away.

Nick was stunned, ‘What? Why?’.

‘With everything going on and all the shit I was having to sort out I missed my last two exams. Instant fail’

‘Fuck .. Y/N I am so sorry that happened’ 

Y/N finally looked up at Nick coldly, ‘Because of you. This ALL happened because of you’. Nick knew this but it did not stop him from feeling frustrated, ‘It's not like I wanted any of this to happen!’ he blurred out, raising his hands in the air and then resting them against the back of his head. He started to pace. Y/N watched him. 

‘Why couldn't you just let me help. I could have gotten a job’ Y/N asked, shrugging his shoulders as he rested his back against the shelter's wall. 

‘I wanted to be able to take care of us both,’ Nick said. Inside he was furious. 

‘Yeah well insisting on doing it yourself was stupid and stubborn and look where it got us. I spent so much time afterwards scared and just trying to keep everything afloat I didn't get any time to be angry at you. Everything was so fucked up.’ Hitting the back of his head against the shelter wall Y/N looked up aimlessly and crossed his arms.

Nick didn't know what to say back. Y/N was right. Everything was completely fucked. All because of him. 

He couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N as he paced. He had always liked the way Y/N’s hair looked when it was wet. “What happened to your arm?” Nick asked, gesturing to Y/N's right forearm. A small cluster of bruises were slowly fading into a pale yellowy brown colour. Y/N’s shifted his weight and he pulled down his coat sleeve, concealing the marks. ‘It’s nothing’ he brushed off but Nick stared him down. ‘Y/N, come on -’, Nick tried but Y/N cut him off, ‘No Nick you come on! You've been out of my life for a year. You can’t expect us to pick up from where we left off!' Nick drew into himself and looked at the concrete floor. Even though Y/N was right it didn't stop Nick wanting to know everything. 

Why had he not called him when he was inside? Why had he not visited? Had he missed him? Was he eating enough? Sleeping okay? Taking care of himself? Could he ever forgive him? 

However Nick knew at this moment he was not privileged to any of their answers. The two of them stayed under the building's shelter for a good five minutes as the showers persisted. 

Finally as the clouds passed Nick expected Y/N to take his chance to escape down the road, but he didn't. He stayed put, looking anywhere else but Nick's direction. Observing Y/N closer Nick noticed that all Y/N's clothes seemed to be ill fitting and a muted departure from his usual alternative style. He was miss half of his piercings and he was wearing scuffed trainers. Nick thought this all looked out of character for his Y/N. But maybe his Y/N no longer exsisted.

‘Can I at least drop off your stuff to wherever you're staying at? Everything is still all boxed up at my dads. Your clothes, your boots, you never picked them you.' At first Y/N didn't react to Nick's request, then a tiny smile formed across Y/N’s face as he aimlessly kicked some dirt around on the ground, ‘I would have thought your dad would have chucked all of that stuff on the curb after that whole mess’ Y/N mused and Nick grunted in amused agreement. ‘True, but expecting my dad to do anything is short of a miracle’, this made them both for the first time smile at each other. Somewhere the sun was slowly trying to break through the clouds.  

'You know when you were inside your dad had to go off his meds you were paying for' Y/N informed Nick sadly. Nick's strong features grew grave, this was something he has not even thought about since being realised. He was about to speak again when two short loud buzzes came from Nick’s jeans pocket. Pulling his phone out he frowned at his screen. ‘What is it?’ asked Y/N with an air of cathartic calmness. ‘Um. It's from my new probation officer ’Nick said while continuing to read, ‘I have my initial meeting with him in about an hour downtown’. Y/N didn't say anything. Neither of them really know how to proceed. 

‘Look Nick.’ Y/N started to say, he was looking at Nick's chest now instead of his shoes. 'I'm still mad, and I am still hurt by what you did… I know you didn't mean to do it but .. I guess it was just something inside you which was going to boil over at some point’. Nick grimly reflected on every step which had brought him to a time moment. Maybe this was true. 

‘I want to change okay look I am going to change.’ Nick meant it, even though he didn't know how yet he was determined to prove to Y/N he could trust me again. Finally their eyes met, Nick's pale blue and wide trying to project how serious he was being. Y/Ns Y/C/E eyes stared back but Nick couldn't read what they were saying. They simply looked empty.

‘I know this is a lot for you.’ Y/N said looking away, ‘But this is also a lot for me too’. Nick simply nodded and looked at the ground. His anger mixed with grief inside him and he started to feel nauseous. 

‘Can I please bring you back your stuff?.’ Nick pleased. ‘No’ said Y/N, though his tone was less rigid then before. He spoke as if he was simply stating a fact. 

‘Why not?’ 

‘It's just not a very good idea.’ Y/N sighed as he glanced down at his watch, ‘Look I really need to go’.

‘I thought you'd come here to go to the library’ Nick asked, failing to hide the panic in his voice as Y/N started to walk away from him.

‘What? No i was just walking this way back from work’ Y/N said casually. 

‘You're working?’

‘Well with my course having gone down the toilet what did you expect’

‘Um where?’ Nick asked, trying to shrug off the guilt which came with Y/N’s explanation. 

‘That cheap burger joint on the corner near the town square’ Y/N said with a fake smile.  

‘Oh really? That's .. uh’ Nick couldn't think of a positive spin to his response.

‘Shit. Trust me I know. Look, I really have to go. I'm sorry.’

‘Wait! When can we see each other next?’ Nick called out as Y/N left the shelter. 

‘I don't know. Im sorry Nick.' Y/N sighed 'Don't miss your appointment.’ with that Y/N left Nick.

Nick watched Y/N as he promptly walked down the street. He kept hoping Y/N could look back before turning the corner. He didn't. Then he was gone. For the last three hundred and fifty six days Nick had thought about the day he would get to see Y/N again. Now their reunion was over he felt even more lost. Everything was so messed up. How the fuck could he even begin to salvage this? Resisting the urge to repeatedly kick the frame of the bus shelter over and over until it collapsed Nick checked his phone again. Reading the address his parole officers sent him he made his way to the office. Maybe some sense of a solution would be waiting for him there.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Day thirty four Prompt Watermelon

John Q / Simon X reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! Simon reviling he's John Q accidently, Pussy eating, kissing

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Is all Simon could say at this point. You're the girl that's been sending him nude Polaroids of yourself John Q. AKA him. Of all the people in the world he could have came across, it had to be his best friend. He skimmed through the handful of photos of you. "Fuckin' hell." He mumbled to himself, throwing them back into his backpack in a hurry, as he heard you come up the steps, heart pounding in his chest. "Si I have treats!" You say proudly. You where the absolute last person he wanted to see right now, considering he currently had a backpack full of your amateur nudes and a serious urge to flee the state.

"Slushie?" He muttered under his breath, running a hand harshly through his messy hair. "Yes! I found some watermelon flavored slushies! We have to try them!"

He trys his best to act normal despite his inner turmoil. His eyes flicked down to the red plastic cup in your hand before quickly snapping back up to your face, hoping you couldn't see the panic in his expression. "Oh... thanks." He mumbled, taking it from you. As soon as you were fully inside the room, he quickly shut the door behind you, leaning against it as if to physically block any escape route. His eyes darted nervously around the room before finally settling on you.

"why are you so weird?" You ask. "I'm not nervous, I'm just... fucking tired." He lied poorly, immediately bringing the slushie to his lips to avoid saying anything else incriminating. The cold, overly sweet liquid did nothing to calm the anxiety coursing through him. His backpack-currently sitting right beside your bed, felt like it was screaming his secrets into the quiet room. You shrug and plop on your bed. He watched as you settled onto the bed, his heart pounding harder. The backpack was right there-within your reach if you decided to rummage through it. He took another long sip of the slushie, buying time while his mind raced with ways to distract you or get rid of those photos without raising suspicion.

You sip on your slushie. He watched you silently, taking desperate gulps of his drink to stall. Every time you shifted on the bed, he flinched, terrified you were about to lean over and unzip the backpack currently harboring your embarrassing fan mail. He needed to move that bag. Now. "Hey," he started abruptly, voice cracking slightly before he cleared his throat. "You uh..." "hum?" You sit up accidentally knocking over the bag. "Oh I'm so sorry Si let me..." That's when you see it. Your nude Polaroids, You freeze. Simon's entire world stopped. He stood there, slushie cup forgotten in his hand, watching as the blood drained from your face and your eyes slowly lifted to meet his. The silence was deafening-his heart was in his throat, his palms breaking into a cold sweat. And then it clicked. Your "John Q." fan mail. The person who gave them to him. Oh. Fuck.

"oh my... How... You... What?" You stutter. "I can... I can fuckin' explain." He blurted out, his voice panicked. He took a step forward. "Listen... Just... Let me explain okay?" "are you...?" You ask wide eyed. "Yeah." He admitted in a rush, the word tumbling out before he could stop it. "Fuck. Yeah, I'm John Q." He watched your reaction carefully, bracing for the explosion-the yelling, the accusations, the inevitable 'how could you' speech. But instead, he just saw you staring at those photos, your face burning red. And something else... Was that? You smile. "your an asshole..." You chuckle out.

Simon blinked, completely blindsided. He'd been expecting tears, screaming, maybe something to get thrown at his head, not... laughter. A nervous, incredulous chuckle, sure, but definitely not rage. His shoulders slumped instantly, the adrenaline draining out of him and leaving him feeling lightheaded. "I know." He breathed out, dragging a hand down his face.

"I've sent... Fuck... So many nudes and wrote so many letters about how much I want to fuck John Q... And you just casually continue to be my best friend while secretly being John Q..." "I mean... I didn't know what to say!" He defended weakly, still standing there like an idiot with your nude photos scattered at his feet. "Every time you'd show me another picture or read me one of those letters, I just..." "did you... Like them...?" You ask in almost a whisper. He hesitated, his mind instantly flashing back to all those late nights spent jerking off to your photos, imagining you spread out beneath him instead of some faceless John Q. He swallowed hard, his voice low and honest. "Yeah... Yeah, I did." He admitted quietly.

You smile and crash your lips to his. Simon was caught completely off guard. One moment he was standing there, admitting to being your secret Punk rock crush, and the next your lips were on his warm, demanding, and fucking incredible. His hands automatically went to your waist as he kissed you back desperately, all thoughts of explanation flying out the window. You nip his lip gently.

A soft groan escaped him as you nipped his lip. His hands tightened on your waist possessively before sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him. The kiss became more intense, tongues meeting and dancing desperately. He walked you backward until you hit the bed suddenly. "Wait," "I've waited so long..." "I know, I'm sorry." He breathed against your lips, his hands moving to your shirt to pull it off quickly. He wanted to see you, all of you. His lips trailed down your neck as he unhooked your bra, pushing it off your shoulders. "You're so fucking beautiful,"

you smile. "And I've jerked off to these tits so many times." He confessed, cupping them gently before leaning down to suck one nipple into his mouth. His hand drifted down your stomach to your pants, popping the button open easily. You let out a choked moan. The sounds made his dick throb painfully in his pants. He pulled back long enough to yank your pants and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them aside. His eyes raked over your naked body greedily, Jesus Christ, you were even better than in the photos. "Fuck, can I-" He started, kneeling between your legs. "fuck please..."

He needed no further invitation. His face buried between your thighs immediately, his tongue delving deep inside you without hesitation. He ate you out like a starving man, his hands gripping your thighs possessively to keep them spread wide for him. He could feel you trembling and shaking above him already. "Si..." You whine. "I got you, sweetheart, I got you." He mumbled against your soaking wet folds, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves up your spine. He flattened his tongue, dragging it roughly over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, wanting to draw every single sound out of you. He looked up from between your legs, eyes dark and locked onto yours. "oh... God... Si..." You whimper.

"Yeah? You like that?" He hummed against your clit, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. His fingers slid up to rub your entrance teasingly while his tongue worked you over relentlessly. He loved the way your thighs squeezed around his head, the way your hands tangled in his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed him most. "love it... Mmmhum..." The praise made him bolder. Two fingers pushed into you easily, curling upward to press right against that perfect spot while his mouth never left your clit. He began to fuck you slowly with his fingers, savoring every little whimper and moan you made. His name sounded so perfect coming from your lips when you were this undone. "Come on, baby," you gasp. "Si... Almost there..."

"That's it, I'll get you there." He encouraged, his voice muffled against your wetness. He added another finger, stretching you slightly while his tongue pressed flatter against your oversensitive bundle of nerves. The pace stayed steady but relentless-three fingers now fucking you deep and hard while his mouth sucked greedily at your clit. "Let go, baby, I've got you." "Simon..." You whine. Your noises where the most erotic sound he'd ever heard. It pushed him over the edge, making him eat you out like a man possessed. He could feel your pussy starting to clench around his fingers and he knew you were right there.

He curled his fingers upwards suddenly, striking that spot inside you that made your entire body shudder. Your back arched off the bed and he took that as his cue. He sucked your clit into his mouth hard, pulling on it with his lips while his fingers pumped deep and rough. "Cum now," "Simon!" Your loud moan was the best sound he'd ever heard. Your pussy clamped down hard around his fingers as you came, dripping all over his hand and chin. He didn't stop licking and sucking until you were completely spent and twitching beneath him, gently bringing you down from your high. "should have done that sooner...." You pant.

"I know." He crawled up your body, leaving wet kisses along the way until he hovered over you, his mouth inches from yours. "Every time you mentioned wanting to bang John Q... I wanted to scream that I was right fucking here." He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "God, I can't believe I made you wait this long." You smile and giggle. "should have told me sooner... Now we gotta make up for lost time." "Fuck yes we do." He agreed quickly, pulling back just long enough to yank his own shirt over his head.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Anything Colin Gray?!! maybe something along the basis of him inviting you to go with him or a group of him and his friends go when he gets his lip piercing?? Love your writing!!!

Can you take this spike?

Colin Gray x Reader

Warnings: piercing needle

AN: I hc that Colin's piercings are not professional...

"okay you sure you want this?" You ask sat on his lap getting ready to pierce his lip.

Collin grins, holding still while looking up at you with trusting eyes. His hair falls messily across his forehead. "Yeah, do it. Make me even more edgy." He chuckles softly, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

"it will definitely look hot..." His cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, though he tries to maintain his cool facade. The piercing needle glints in the light. "You think so? Better than this plain boring face?" He teases, though there's genuine anticipation in his voice.

"your face isn't boring." You kiss his nose. He wrinkles his nose playfully, "Okay... Ready handsome?" You ask snapping the gloves on he nods firmly. His hands grip the chair arms. "Ready as I'll ever be, babe. Just... don't fuck it up." He attempts a smirk, though his nervous breathing betrays him.

You grab the needle. "Ready?" You ask positioning the needle in the middle of his bottom lip. He stays still giving a tiny nod, followed by a quick intake of breath.

"Just do it quick. Like ripping off a band-aid." He mutters through pursed lips, knuckles white on the chair. "on three." He closes his eyes tightly, bracing himself. "One... two..." He counts with you, voice strained.

You push it in. "Three... Breathe." A sharp hiss escapes him, followed by a sharp inhale. His body tenses. "Fuck... that stings more than I thought." He opens one eye cautiously, peeking at the fresh wound. "okay now for the jewelry..." You secure the jewelry. "Look at that..." You say as you tighten the ball of the piercing, He winces again.

"How does it look? Is it... worth the pain?" He asks hesitantly, touching the piercing with trembling fingers. "sexy." He smiles, eyes lighting up. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" He pulls you closer, careful of his new accessory.

"you look hot darling. Ice it." You say handing him the ice pack. You (safely) discard the piercing needle and gloves. He takes the ice pack gratefully, pressing it gently against his lip. "Thanks love. You're the best piercer ever." He mumbles through the ice, admiring himself in a nearby mirror. "doubtful." You laugh.

He playfully nudges you with his shoulder. "No, seriously. My girlfriend is my piercer? That's like, double the cute factor." He grins, wincing slightly at the movement. "sap." You tease kissing his nose again. "Your sap. Now kiss it better properly." He demands with a mock pout, referring to his piercing. You laugh and kiss his lips softly.