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Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.

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He needs to pick a hair color because are you blonde dirty blonde OR GINGER ???👩🏻‍🦰👩🏼

Metallica - Enter Sandman Live From 1991 MTV Music Awards [x]

Don't summon the devil

Dave buys a book about witchcraft just for fun. Once he's really getting into it, he decides to put a spell on someone he despises only for it to actually work and strange things keep happening, scaring the shit out of him until one night he wakes up from a nightmare, shaking him to the core and resulting in a panic attack. You are there to take care of Dave, him promising to get rid of the book.

Dave Mustaine x Reader ☆ Angst, Horror, black magic, panic attacks, nightmares

Dave had always been interested when it came to anything supernatural. So when he stumbled upon a book about witchcraft at a yard sale, he thought it would be a fun little read to pass the time.

He walked into the apartment, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up the dusty old book he had purchased. "Check it out, babe! I bought a book about witchcraft!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his purchase. "Witchcraft, Dave? Really? What are you planning to do with that?"

Dave shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe cast a spell or two, summon a demon, you know, the usual stuff."

You rolled your eyes, not buying into his playful act. "Come on, Dave. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"

Dave chuckled, flipping through the pages of the book. "Of course not! I just thought it would be fun to mess around with. Plus, who knows? Maybe we'll discover some cool spells or something."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Fine, have your fun. Just don't go summoning any demons into this house, okay?"

Dave laughed, placing the book on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. But hey, who knows? Maybe we'll have a little Halloween fun with this book."

But as he delved deeper into the book, he found himself fascinated by the spells and rituals described within its pages. The idea of having the power to change his reality with just a few words and ingredients was intoxicating.

One day, after a particularly bad encounter with a bouncer at a bar, Dave decided to put one of the spells to the test. He gathered the necessary items and recited the incantation, not really expecting anything to happen.

But to his shock, strange things started happening. The bouncer he had targeted had been arrested the next time Dave visited the bar and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his newfound power.

However, as the days went by, the incidents became more and more bizarre and Dave couldn't believe what was happening. Objects would move on their own, strange shadows would flicker in the corners of his vision and Dave would hear whispers in the dead of night.

He had always been skeptical of magic and the supernatural despite being fascinated by the topic, but now he was faced with the undeniable proof that his spell and witchcraft had worked.

As you sat in the dimly lit apartment one night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The bouncer's arrest had been just the beginning. Strange accidents seemed to follow Dave wherever he went.

One day, as he walked down the street, a car swerved out of control and narrowly missed hitting him. Another time, a tree branch fell from above, missing him by mere inches. Each time, Dave couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if his work with witchcraft was somehow responsible.

He tried to convince himself that it was all in his head, that he was just being paranoid. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. The power he had unleashed was beyond his control, and he didn't know how to stop it.

As the incidents grew more frequent and more terrifying, Dave knew he had to do something. He gathered the necessary items once again and tried to reverse the spell, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.

One fateful night, Dave lay in bed, paralyzed with fear, a dark figure materialized at the foot of his bed. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its voice echoed in Dave's mind like a sinister whisper.

"You have meddled in things you do not understand, mortal," the figure hissed. "Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Dave felt a surge of terror wash over him as the figure reached out a hand towards him, its touch like ice against his skin. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.

"Dave!" He felt the hand grab him, he woke up screaming in terror and shot up in bed, gasping for breath, feeling like the walls were closing in on him before his eyes found yours, you being the one who held onto his arm with a fearful look on your face. "Y/N..." Dave gasped, his voice trembling.

"Hey, it's me...it was just a nightmare." Dave's eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something. He slowly came back to his senses but his heart raced and his skin felt clammy with sweat. He turned to face you.

"I... I had the worst dream," Dave stammered, trying to catch his breath. "It felt so real."

"Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your chest." You gently brushed a red lock from his forehead, your touch attempting to ground him.

Dave took a deep shuddering breath before whispering. "I should have never bought that book and got into black magic. These evil forces will even hunt me in my dreams..."

You reached out for his clammy hand. "Hey don't say that. I'm sure there must be a way to stop all this..."

Dave's hand trembled in your small one as he spoke, struggling to keep his words steady. "I...I thought so, too, but it's getting worse every day. Whatever spirits I unleashed, they're powerful. I don't know what to do..."

You could hear the crack in his voice at the last sentence before Dave looks away to avoid your eyes and hold back tears of desperation.

He clenched his jaw, fighting back a wave of despair. In a broken whisper, his true vulnerability slipped out. "I'm scared... I can't even sleep properly. The nightmares are relentless, and the fear just claws at me every waking moment. I feel like I'm losing control. What did I do?"

You watched your boyfriend with great concern until Dave found the courage to look at you, eyes watering, daring to spill over.

The tears finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. In a quivering voice, he admitted his guilt. "I should've known better! I just wanted to explore what's possible. But I was a fool, and now it's tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to make it stop..."

Your heart broke at the sight of Dave, realizing how serious the whole situation was. "Hey, baby...come here. We're gonna find a way out of this." You carefully wrapped your arms around him and just let him sob into your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

His body clung to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning in his despair. "I just want it to stop... I'll do anything... I can't live like this, I can't..."

"It's gonna be alright, I promise..." You held him tight and just listened to him cry, feeling how tense he was before his body started to shake in your arms as Dave quietly choked on his tears.

Dave could barely catch his breath between sobs, the weight of his fear and exhaustion crashing down on him. His words came out in disjointed fragments, raw with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have messed with things I didn't understand... I thought I was strong enough...that I could control it...but I was so wrong—"

"Dave, baby, breathe." You let go of him to clutch onto his hands, realizing Dave's cries turning into a panic attack, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. You could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Dave, it's okay. You're going to be okay," You said, trying to calm him down. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe," he gasped, his shoulders shaking.

"Yes you can. Look at me, focus on your breathing, baby. In and out, slowly," You instructed, holding onto his hands tightly as you tried to help him regulate his breath.

"I can't!" he repeated, his voice trembling.

"You can, Dave. You're strong, you can get through this," You reassured him, your heart racing with worry.

Dave tried to follow your instruction, struggling to regain control of his panicked breathing. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he fought unsuccessfully against each subsequent sob. He forced himself to speak, the words coming in halting gasps.

"I-I'm trying... I just can't..."

You could feel the anxiety and worry wash over you as you watched Dave struggle and reached out to take his face into your hands, staring into his tearing eyes. "Dave, baby, please breathe. We'll get through this, I'm here. Breathe with me, in and out."

Dave's eyes locked onto yours, finding a brief moment of clarity. His breaths were still shaky as he struggled to match yours, the sheer effort of focusing on something so simple proving difficult under the weight of his anxiety.

"I-I'm trying..." He tried to match your breathing, but it was still ragged and irregular, the fear and despair making it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. But bit by bit, he managed to slowly draw deeper, more stable breaths.

Dave's breathing slowly begun to steady under your calm, steady pace. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief as he finally felt his heart rate began to calm.

He nodded shakily, his words coming out in broken spurts between deep, steadying breaths.

"You got this. Just like that." A small and relieved smile crept onto your face as you saw him calm down slowly before you wrapped your arms around his exhausted body.

Dave's body slumped against you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting him hard. He clung to you tightly, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He didn't speak for a long while, just focused on his breathing and the soothing comfort of your embrace.

The fear and despair haven't disappeared, but the overwhelming panic seemed to have subsided, leaving him feeling wrung out and emotionally drained. "Fuck, what was that?"

You soothingly rubbed his back as you answered. "You just had a panic attack." Dave nodded weakly, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. When he found his voice again, it was quiet and filled with embarrassment.

"I've never had one like that before..." He let out a shaky sigh, burying his face further into your shoulder. "I feel like such a mess."

As you cradled Dave, you stroked his hair soothingly, whispering reassurances meant to calm his racing heart. The warmth of your embrace seeped into his bones, gradually easing the tremors wracking his body.

"You're not a mess, Dave," you murmured gently, your breath tickling his ear. "Panic attacks can be terrifying and overwhelming, especially when they happen for the first time. But you're safe now, and I'm right here with you."

You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your own eyes shining with empathy and understanding. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This wasn't your fault, anxiety and panic have their own way of taking over sometimes."

Dave's cheeks flushed with gratitude as he looked up at you, his fingers curling around yours instinctively. In that moment, the weight of his anxiety lifted, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and security in your presence.

"How do I stop what I started? There has to be a way." Dave whispered, desperate for an answer to his actions with black magic and the book he brought into his life.

"You need to get rid of that book. Maybe burn it, I don't know. We can ask your sister for help maybe, she's got experience with the occult."

The color drained from Dave's face as he considered your suggestion. The idea of confronting his sister about his dark misdeeds filled him with dread, but he knew deep down, that she may be their only hope to fix this.

He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping in resignation."You're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she might be the only one who can help us undo the damage I've caused."

Tentatively, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this mess I created. You deserve better than being dragged into my twisted mistakes." You placed your hand over Dave's, holding it firmly against your skin.

"Hey don't apologize for what you can't change. We'll find a way, I promise." You said as you stared at each other, seeing the relief and gratitude on Dave's face.

The next day, you wasted no time in reaching out to his sister. She was surprised to see both Dave and you at her doorstep, but once you explained the situation and asked for help, she was determined to offer her assistance.

After looking in her books, she requested a returning spell to fight off dark spirits. Dave and you exchanged nervous glances, but you both knew that you had to do whatever it took to help him find peace. You agreed to try the spell, no matter how crazy or scary it seemed.

In a blinding flash of light, the spell was cast. You held your breath, waiting to see if it had worked. Slowly, the darkness that had been haunting Dave began to recede.

A sense of peace washed over him as you stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the candles before you finished the ritual by burning the book that brought dark clouds over Dave's life.

The darkness may have tried to consume Dave, but with your help, he's found a way out. And as you throw your arms around him to hold him close, you know that you'll always be there to guide him, to keep him safe from the shadows that lurk in the corners of his mind.

An unexpected turn

After an argument with James, Lars incessantly complains until you tell him to shut up and you end up having sex with your best friend.

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, friends to lovers

Unpleasant energy fills the walls of the studio. With four pairs of eyes on him, Lars stands there, staring in disbelief as James' words echo in the room. "I did what?!" he repeats, incredulous. 

James, towering over him, crosses his arms and stares down at Lars. "You heard me, you ruined half of the show with how much you drank!" 

Lars clenches his fists, feeling the anger bubbling inside him. "I was playing just fine and now I'm the fucking idiot to blame? What about you then? Can't remember a second of you being sober last night, especially during the show, so who is the drunkard here?!" 

James lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Well, I wasn't the one constantly missing notes and messing up the beat, was I?" 

The tension in the room is thick, the air heavy with their unresolved issues. As they continued to bicker, their voices filled with animosity, you can see the bond that held them together unraveling. 

Before the argument can escalate, James has enough. With a loud bang, he storms out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. Lars stands there, staring at the closed door, the silence ringing in his ears and anger flashing his eyes. 

Biting your lip, you watch the scene unravel before you, as Lars stands there, his face red with anger. The room falls quiet as everyone waits for what will happen next. Lars stares at the now closed door before turning around to his bandmates, who avoid eye contact and quietly put away their bass and guitar. 

You can feel the unease as Lars takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Kirk and Jason excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Lars in the now empty rehearsal room. You can see the frustration in his eyes. 

Taking a step closer to him, you reach out and gently place a hand on his arm. "Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, trying to be the one friend who's there for him when no one else is.

Lars looks down at your hand, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe this shit...," he says, his voice quiet. 

You smile reassuringly at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, we all have our moments." you suggest, leading him to sit down on the nearby couch. 

Lars and you sit together in the quiet room. As you offer him a cigarette, he takes it without a word, lighting it up with shaky hands. He takes a drag and exhales sharply, the smoke curling around his face. 

"James is a fucking asshole," Lars begins, his voice tinged with anger. "I was doing fine and he just comes to me the next day after the show and calls me an idiot in front of the whole band. Do you think I did bad last night? I wasn't even that drunk!" 

You listen patiently, knowing that Lars needs to let out his frustration. You've known him for years, and you know that he can be hot-headed when he feels wronged. You nod as he rants, letting him get it all out before you try to offer any advice but not wanting to interfere since James is your friend too and you know it always takes two to tango.

"No, it wasn't that bad but..." you start, but Lars cuts you off before you can finish. 

"But nothing!" he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm sick of James thinking he's better than me. I work just as hard as he does, if not harder. And yet he treats me like I'm some kind of incompetent fool." 

As Lars continues to rant, his frustration starts to seep into the air around you. You can feel the tension building, and you know that you need to do something to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand. 

"Lars... Lars..." you try to get his attention, but he seems to not even hear you as he keeps on with his outburst. 

"LARS! Shut the fuck up!" you finally snap, the words coming out harsher than you intended. Lars stops mid-sentence, his eyes wide with surprise. 

"All you do is whine and bicker without ever realizing that you are at fault! It's not always the others that do wrong, you are also in the wrong sometimes. And talking shit about your best friends is not helping either nor does it solve the problem " you continue, feeling a surge of frustration yourself as you get into his face and point your finger at his chest. 

Lars stares at you, his expression a mix of shock and defiance. But as he takes in your words, you see something shift in his eyes. 

Before you can react, Lars wraps his  fingers around your wrist forcefully, staring into your eyes with a mix of anger and lust for his best friend.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Your heart is pounding in your chest as you realize the effect your outburst has on Lars. You can see the conflict playing out in his expressive green eyes. "I did." Slowly, his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips roughly against yours. The kiss is demanding, passionate, and fueled by the built-up tension between the both of you. You feel a jolt of desire course through your body as you respond instinctively, parting your lips and tangling your hands in his long brown hair.

Your tongues dance together, tasting and exploring, hungry for more. Lars' hands roam wildly over your body, squeezing your slender waist and cupping your ass, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the forming bulge in his pants pressing insistently against you and it sends a rush of wetness to your pussy.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Lars trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Fuck you," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You shiver at his words and the realization that this fantasy had been building up inside him for who knows how long. "Not as long as I've wanted this," you murmur back, "I used to dream about what it would be like to fuck my best friend."

A low growl escapes Lars' throat, and he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you on his lap. Kissing you hungrily you moan into his mouth as you feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes.

With eager hands, you begin tearing at each other's clothing, unable to get enough skin-to-skin contact. Your lean, shapely body was soon bare before him, your small, perky breasts touch starved. Lars takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezes and massages the other.

"Fuck Lars..." You arch your back, offering yourself to him, moaning as waves of pleasure washes over you. Your hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, desperate to set free what you had fantasized about for so long. Finally, with a sharp tug, you release it from its confines.

Lars' cock stands tall with the head already gleaming with pre-cum. Taking it in your hand, you stroke it gently, marveling at the weight and warmth in your palm as Lars eyes follow your actions, the argument and anger long forgotten.

“Oh shit. So good.” Lars moans as you continue to stroke him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs increase as you watch Lars’ reaction. You move and drop to your knees, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “Can I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lars nods, his eyes dark with desire. You lean in and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.” Lars groans as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Sucking off your best friend until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum.” Lars warns you, but you don’t stop. You want to taste him, to feel him cum in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Lars comes, filling your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lars says, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

You can feel his cock twitch against your belly as he pulls you down onto him and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

“I want you inside of me, Lars.” You whisper in his ear, your voice filled with desire.

Lars doesn’t need any more encouragement. He grabs you and pushes you down onto the sofa before quickly standing to remove his clothes and hover over you. 

He wastes no time and positions himself between your legs and looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your eyes never leaving his.

Lars enters you slowly and you can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels amazing. Giving you a moment to adjust, he starts to move, his thrusts becoming hard and fast quickly. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Yes Lars, just like that.” You moan as he hits your spot and Lars leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it gently. 

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He growls, the sound primal and raw. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Lars starts to fuck you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every thrust.

“Lars, I’m gonna come...” You gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

He doesn’t say anything, but he fucks you even harder, his thrusts so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Then fucking cum for me, baby!" 

It takes one short moment and you come hard, your pussy clenching around Lars’ dick. He growls again, moving rapidly before he comes too, his hot seed filling you up.

You lie there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined together. Lars leans down and kisses you sloppily.

“That was amazing.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse from his own orgasm.

You smile, feeling sated and happy. “Yeah, it was.”

Lars pulls out of you, making you wince as he leaves your warm, wet pussy. He lies down on top of you, cradling you into his arms.

You look up at his face, feeling safe and loved. Lars strokes your hair, his touch soothing and comforting. "Guess we're not just friends anymore," His voice was soft, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that had been building between you both for seemingly too long.

"Guess not, plus I feel like it helped you distress...like a lot," you reply, a playful glint in your eye as you trace his features with affection. The weight of your friends' disagreements seem to dissipate with each passing moment spent in each other's company.

Watching Lars shake his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping his lips, you can't help but smile at the simple joy of being in his presence. As he leans in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh escaping his lips, you feel a surge of gratitude for this unexpected turn of events. 

Cliff on the phone ☎️