#elwood blues x reader
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
Warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), sex in public (secluded area)
Song: Riot in Cell Block Number Nine-Blues Brothers
Ray wrapped his arms around me tightly as the audience cheered. The band on stage took a small break and Ray kissed my shoulder.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, turning my head slightly to look at him. Ray smiled and nodded. "Good. I knew you would like them."
"You always have good taste in music." Ray admitted, leaning his head against mine. "But I have to ask..." I hummed and kissed his cheek. "Does your love for the band have anything to do with one of the brothers looking like me?" I blushed and glanced back at the stage. Jake and Elwood Blues were just coming back onstage at that moment, passing drinks around to the band. "Ah." Ray said, smirking at me.
"Now wait a minute..." I tried to protest as Ray took my hand and pulled me over to the edge of the stage, close to where the boys would come off stage at the end of the show. We were covered in shadow and I could still see the stage but no one could see us. Ray kissed my shoulder again.
"Better?" He asked. I nodded hesitantly. "Good. Now we're gonna come over here." He backed me against the far wall, giving me a better view of the stage but hiding us further from view.
"Ray, what..." He cut me off with a kiss and I hummed as my fingers trailed through his hair. "What are you doing?" Ray started working on getting my pants off as Jake started to announce the next song. "Raymond!" I hissed as he pulled down my pants. His eyes shot up to mine and I frowned. His fingers twitched at the waistband of my underwear.
"I can stop if you want me to." He whispered, watching as my gaze was drawn over his shoulder as Elwood stepped up to the microphone. "Or I can keep going." Ray took my hand and moved it to his own belt buckle, making sure my fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. I bit my lip and let my eyes trail back to him. I nodded and let him push my underwear down as I tried to get his belt open. Ray bit his lip as I managed to push down his pants and underwear in one go. The music picked up as Ray entered me, pulling my leg up around his waist. My back pressed against the brick wall as Ray put more of his weight against me.
"Ray." I whimpered, his face buried in my neck; giving me a clear view of the stage and Elwood as he sang. He breathed out harshly as he thrust into me. I put my head down on his shoulder, never taking my eyes off the stage. "Is this...fuck...what you had in mind? Fucking me while I watched the show?" Ray nodded and I laughed as he thrust again.
"It was going to happen anyway." He said, breath fanning over my neck as he turned his head to kiss and suck along the skin there. "Just so happens that a more handsome version of me is on the stage." As the beat changed, so did Ray's thrusts. I would have laughed if it hadn't felt so good.
"He's not more handsome." I breathed out, drawing Ray's head up. "He just looks like you."
"Yeah. About fifty pounds ago." Ray muttered, eyes scanning my face. I bit my lip to stop a moan from spilling out. I squeezed my eyes shut as the beat changed again and Ray matched.
"Shut the fuck up Raymond." I muttered, his name slipping out as a moan. "I prefer you and I always will. Fifty..." I choked on my words as Ray gently bit my neck. "Pounds or not. Fuuuuccckkk." I groaned as Ray thrust into me harder. He chuckled as my head fell back.
"Eyes on the stage darling." He breathed out, matching his thrusts to the music. "Song's almost over." Ray hoisted my other leg up around his waist, making sure I was pinned between him and the wall before grinding his hips against mine with every thrust. My head lulled forward as I came, eyes never leaving the stage. Ray moaned softly in my ear as he came with the song's end. Setting me down gently, Ray fixed us back up before turning back towards the stage. Jake and Elwood did one more song; Ray holding me close and gently swaying with me as I kissed him. "Come on." He whispered as the boys started to make their way off stage. Elwood paused when he saw Ray at the end of the stairs before making his way over.
"Elwood." He introduced himself. Ray shook his hand and pushed me forward to do the same. I blushed as I shook his hand.
"I'm (Y/N). And that's Ray." I said, feeling nervous as Ray came up behind me. He pressed his chest against my back and I smiled nervously at Elwood.
"Looks like the two of you were having fun out there." Elwood said with a smirk. I blushed harder and Ray squeezed my hip, prompting me to look at him. He smiled softly at me and nodded.
"Yeah we were." He confirmed. Elwood's smirk grew as he nodded.
#ray stantz#ray stantz x reader#ray stantz fanfic#ray stantz fanfiction#ray stantz imagine#elwood blues#elwood blues fanfic#elwood blues x reader#elwood blues fanfiction#elwood blues imagine#dan aykroyd#dan aykroyd fanfic#dan aykroyd fanfiction#dan aykroyd x reader#dan aykroyd imagine
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Anything For You
Elwood x Female Reader
In honor of Elwood's birthday, here's a little spicy fic I wrote (based on the pictures above)! Enjoy!
Also here on Ao3
NSFW below the cut
Elwood was hot and sweaty. Your favorite combination, most definitely amplified by the fact that you’d gotten to see him dance, hear him sing and play, the reason he was hot and sweaty… He was always so passionate… The two things he was most passionate about: the music and you. And now, coming off the high of performing, he had you pinned under him on the couch in his dressing room, the top of your dress pulled down to free your breasts to his questing mouth, and the bottom of your dress hiked up over your hips as he pounded into you.
Being on stage often got him going, especially when he knew you’d be waiting for him afterward. When he’d first come back to his dressing room, he only slowed down long enough to shed his jacket and tie before he was on you. And Elwood, when he was on a mission, was something else. He was focused and unrelenting. And right now, his mission was to get you and himself off.
He hadn’t said a word, and the only sounds leaving him now were grunts and harsh breaths. And you could only watch him, breathless at the feeling of his cock moving within you, fucking you nice and good. Just as he always did.
But the difference now was how sweaty he was, and he was only getting more so. When he kissed you, you could taste the salt of his sweat, and it was dripping down onto your exposed chest both from his chin and his hair. He hadn’t gotten a haircut in a little while, so his hair in the back was just barely touching the tops of his shoulders. It was a look you were unused to seeing on him, but you fucking loved it. You loved running your fingers through it and having enough to grab hold of when you got perhaps a little too enthusiastic. Elwood loved it, too.
You watched a bead of sweat roll down his jawline to his chin before it fell onto your chest. He was so gorgeous… His full lips parted as he panted for breath. His shades were still hiding his eyes, but you knew they were closed, his brows knitted in concentration. You couldn’t help it. You leaned up to kiss his perfect lips, making him smirk. God, you loved that smirk…
He slowed his thrusts just a bit. “You okay?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “I love you, Elwood.”
He sighed and lowered his face to your neck. “Oh, baby, I love you, too.”
You pushed your hands into his hair, knocking his hat from his head onto the floor, and breathed his name. He lifted his head and kissed you again, his tongue flicking into your mouth, mimicking what he was doing to you. He’d need a nice, long shower after this — hell, you both would — one you’d be all too happy to help him with, but for right now, the only thing that mattered to you was the sweaty, panting mess of a man above you who was now nearing the verge of release.
“Elwood, baby, you’re making me feel so good,” you moaned. “So good. Oh, I wanna feel you.”
“Yeah?” he panted, his voice shaking, his thrusts speeding up even more.
“Yeah. I wanna feel you, baby. I wanna feel you cum inside me.”
You knew your words would get to him — they always did — and a few seconds later, his rhythm faltered. He buried himself deep within you, cumming hard, each wave of pleasure accompanied by a grunt until a long, shuddering moan left him when he was spent. Your moan echoed his, his orgasm triggering your own, your walls squeezing around him. Elwood trembled with you, groaning at the feeling.
You collapsed together, both fighting for breath. You pushed your hands into his wet hair and covered his face in kisses, making him smile. To your delight, Elwood removed his sunglasses, finally allowing you to see his eyes.
“My beautiful man,” you whispered, your hands lightly tracing over his face as you admired him. His smile turned bashful. “Feel better?”
He nodded. “Yap. Needed that.”
“Yeah, you did,” you said teasingly and pecked his lips.
Elwood sighed and lowered his face to your neck, resting atop you. You held him close and pressed kisses into his damp hair. His big, warm hand lightly stroked your thigh and hip.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?”
“For always makin’ me feel so good.”
You grinned. “Well, I gotta take care of my man.”
“Even when he's all hot and sweaty?”
“Especially then.”
Elwood lifted his head. “Yeah?”
“You're so fucking sexy like this, Elwood… How can I resist you like this? And your hair?” you said, threading your fingers through the long ends of it and sighing.
He smirked. “You really like it like this, huh?”
“I really do. I hope you keep it this way for a while.”
Elwood kissed you slowly and languidly, drawing out a pleased hum from you. Kissing him was the most wonderful thing… Heck, there were so many wonderful things about him, but kissing him was something else. His soft, perfect lips moving against yours, kissing you just right… Always just right…
He slowly parted from you and rested his forehead against yours. “Anything for you, baby.”
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Oh fuck I'm so feral over Dan Aykroyd, swear I'm gonna turn into a Dan Aykroyd Stan account at this rate because,
IM
FERAL
#the blues brothers#the blues#ellwood blues#elwood blues#dan my beloved#dan aykroyd#dr raymond stantz#ray my beloved#ray stantz#ray stanz x reader
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“You Have The Right To Remain Silent” - Beau Arlen x Reader
Part 2 of the “Guardian of the Gulch” Series (Read Part 1 Here)
Rating Teen
Beau Arlen x Reader (eventually)
Tags: Fluff and Flirting
Word Count: 2200
There's a new sheriff in town. And he just so happens to have parked his RV in your campgrounds. What's a park ranger to do with all that Texas charm strutting around on a fine pair of bow legs?
I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Fire and Firelight" square.
Image created in Canva (credit for photo used: “Big Sky”, ABC)
You were patrolling on foot. It was the third of July. The sun had set. The sky was a watercolor swirl of pinks, purples and blues. The temperature dropped maybe ten degrees from the afternoon. You guessed in about half an hour your jacket would need zipping.
You shouldn’t have made eye contact with Linda. To be fair, she had marched right up to you in the path so there wasn’t any way you could ignore her.
Corey had asked you, Marie, and Elwood to stagger your shifts for extra coverage around the campsites over the rest of the week. In case anybody got a little extra randy with their Independence Day festivities.
Corey had been surprised you’d agreed to some late-night hours without that much of a fuss. The holiday pay was enticing enough. He didn’t need to know the chance to see Beau Arlen at campsite 15 was a personal bonus.
Unfortunately, you had to pass by campsite 14 and the Devonshires to do that.
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You shake your head, sure you hadn’t heard Linda Devonshire correctly.
“I’m sorry, what is it you think Sh-” you halt, remembering not to mention Beau’s law enforcement title “-Mr. Arlen is doing?”
“You know, pot,” she whispers and raises two pinched fingers to her mouth and mock inhales.
You stifle a grin. There’s a ten percent chance Linda has dabbled. Donning what you hope is a serious looking stare, you nod slowly for added effect. “Mary Jane?” you ask.
“Yes. I’ve been smelling it since he’s been back.” She crosses her arms. “Can you arrest him?”
The laugh can’t be held back this time. “I don’t have the ability to arrest someone. But, we can give the authorities a call, if we have our suspicions.”
“I’ve read up on it. It may be legal to use in Montana, but not outdoors and in public spaces where impressionable children are only a stone’s throw away.” She sweeps a hand over toward her family plot.
“You’re correct about the legalization law.” You smile. “Thanks for keeping an eye out for the well being of our visitors.”
“Happy to help.” She smiles back, all accomplished and proud, then trots off to her RV.
Linda was right. There’s a smell as soon as you round the back of the Devonshire’s camp site and tread closer to Arlen’s.
But you know the odor. And it isn’t marijuana.
He’s not outside. There’s a small part of your brain that thinks maybe you round the site and head back to report on your findings to Linda. It might shut her up for a while. But, you realize that’s a ridiculous leap. Instead, you decide to pay the sheriff a house call.
You tap on the door with a friendly knock. In no time it opens outward and a wide smile greets you.
“Ranger.” Beau is in jeans and a pale blue button up. The shirt is untucked and a bit creased. His hair is a little mussed.
He looks yummy.
“Beau.” You nod. “How are you this evening?”
“Not in trouble again, am I?” he asks, looking hopeful with a tilt of his head. You can’t quite tell if he wants to be reprimanded. And that gets all sorts of untoward thoughts in your head. You blink in quick succession to try and wipe them from your mind.
“Not unless you’ve been smokin’ skunk.” You deadpan.
He shakes his head and grins. “Not lucky enough to have any of that lying around. No, I ran over some fresh roadkill that I ID’d of the black and white striped variety a little too late. Lucky me, that smell followed me home.” A finger waves about the outdoor chairs. “Don’t want to be outside tonight.”
Your nose crinkles. “I don’t blame you.”
“Still working?” He frowns along with his question.
“Some overtime. Celebration shenanigans and all.”
He nods in understanding. “Yeah, we’ve had to stack the station too this week.” His brows raise. “You want to come in and do a thorough search?” Leaning down, he whispers, “In case Linda’s watchin’?”
“That’s mighty nice of you to let me take a peek without a warrant.”
“An amenable criminal. That’s me.” He waves you in.
You step inside. The trailer isn’t stuffed as much as it is lined with the life of the Sheriff. The sliding door of a closet is open. Inside, his array of jackets hang along shirts with some filing boxes filling up space beneath it all on the floor. There’s a strong temptation to slide the door to the other side and find what you suspect is rows of cowboy boots. His cowboy hat rests on a hook by the entrance. The airstream contains all the basics one person needs. Food prep area with a bit of cabinet storage and a tiny counter, sink and cooktop. At the other end past the closet, and another door that is most likely the bathroom, you spot a bunk bed. The top bunk is being used for clothes stacking and storing other odds and ends.
When you’d stopped at Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations the other day, Cassie hadn’t been there. But, Denise, receptionist and knower of all the things, greeted you with a smile and a cup of coffee. You’d caught up with her and got your fill about “Bobo” - Denise’s nickname for Sheriff Beau Arlen.
There was an ex-wife who had a new husband. Beau had a teenage daughter with the ex. Ex-wife, new hubs, and Beau’s daughter had all moved to Montana about a year ago. They weren’t that far from Helena but far enough from Houston, Texas. The city in which Beau Arlen lived and worked. Taking over the sheriff duty for Tubbs wasn’t appearing to be an entirely altruistic favor.
You realize how much stock you're taking of the man’s state of living and attempt a friendly nosiness. “Are you ready to plant some roots and find a place in town?” Your gaze trails back to his face at the end of your questions. He’s been staring at you with the kind of intensity you think he saves for witnesses to a crime.
He shakes his head. “Nah, not yet. Haven’t been lookin’ to be honest.”
You squint. “You know, you’ve only got a few more days in the campgrounds.”
“At this campsite.” He emphasizes. “If I coincidentally happen to move to a new site while Corey happens to forget the fourteen day max stay every thirty days…” He shrugs. “Accidents happen.”
You chuckle. “Negotiating any discounts in the process during all this happenstance?”
Beau laughs at the insinuation. “Hey, I’m payin’ for my stay fair and square.”
“Of course, Sheriff.” The playful tone in your voice has Beau raise an eyebrow, which then makes you clear your throat.
Those green eyes rivet you in place as his expression softens. “Actually, I’m hoping my daughter might be staying with me in a couple weeks. We’ve camped in this tin can a bunch of times.”
“Oh?”
He smiles. “Emily. The one Denise mentioned to you.”
Crap.
“She said you stopped by the office earlier in the week.” He walks and talks his way to the kitchenette, which only takes about two steps along those bow legs capped with pointy leather boots. How much more Texas cowboy billboard can he be? He’s a lite Marlboro Man without the cigarette odor. And there’s nothing unpleasant about the way he smells. Whatever cologne he wears lingers in the RV. The small space amplifies his inviting scent and nature.
You are crushing way too hard and way too fast for the Sheriff. You know this because you’ve obviously lost a few seconds staring at him. And he’s apparently asked you a question and is waiting for the answer. “Sorry?” you stammer.
He pops a little smirk as he’s haloed by fluorescent lighting. There’s only a couple inches of headroom between him and the ceiling. His freckles are on full display. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
Your head shakes. “No.”
He grumbles more to himself. “Damn. Would have been a perfect night for it then.”
You know you didn’t miss that much of the conversation. “Huh?”
He beckons you with a hand. Following his direction and closing the distance, you see a small tray with two cedar planks soaking in water. Out of a mini fridge disguised as a cabinet he pulls two neatly wrapped brown parchment packages. The distinct smell of seafood wafts out along with them.
“Is that…” you stop yourself from daring to assume.
“Salmon,” he finishes, sighing with obvious disappointment. “I was gonna fire up the grill and see if I could tempt you over with a taste test. See if it measures up to back home. But the smell won’t make for a pleasant cooking or dining experience out there. And I don’t have anywhere to eat in here.”
You swallow down wanting to ask why he would be thinking about your food conversation from a few nights back. Why he’d go to all this thought and trouble? But you don’t. Because you’re extremely grateful he hasn’t asked why you’ve been getting details on him through the locals without coming to the source.
“Maybe it’ll keep until tomorrow. If you’re available for dinner, that is?” Beau asks.
You smile. “I’ll do you one better.”
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Elwood owed you. You reminded him of that when you requested the favor. He was a good ranger. But the kid was chronically late for his shifts at least once a week. You’d been covering his ass since he began working at Black Sandy six months ago.
So, Elwood was now adding your corner of the park to his security sweep. You were taking an extra long break at one of the unreserved campsites. Far enough away from the watchful gaze of Linda Devonshire and the stink of skunk.
You’d given Beau instructions to meet you at a certain time and damn if the man wasn’t punctual. He strolled up, illuminated by the flames from the fire you’d stoked in the designated area.
The cooler he holds bops a bit with each step. Boot heels settle in the dirt with a swish as he shuffles.
You try your best pensive and serious stare. “Were you followed?”
“Don’t think I’ve got a tail.” Beau grins and places the cooler on the ground. “I could hear Linda on the phone in her trailer when I tiptoed past.”
“Good.” You smile.
He stands tall and takes in the scene. “You weren’t kidding about handling everything and me just bringing the food.” He gestures at the small portable grill.
“I’ve always got camping stuff in my car. Ranger brain.” You state and point to the empty camp chair next to the one you’re sitting in. “You can settle in after you get the salmon started.”
He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”
Your heart stutters at the way he teases you with the formal address. You don’t know this man well enough for it to feel this easy and familiar. But you trust your gut and relax.
“Sure you aren’t gonna get in trouble?”
You shrug. “I’ve got the sheriff to vouch for me if I do.”
He rubs his hands together. “Alright then.”
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Beau Arlen looks even prettier in the firelight. It complements his demeanor. He’s as warm as the flickering fire you both sit around, feasting on the grilled salmon he’s prepared. The orange-yellow glow from the flames dance over his frame. It adds to that little dash of mystery about him that’s so enticing.
Yeah, you are the moth in this scenario. You take a sip from the bottle of pop. Beau offered a beer but considering you’ve got a few more hours on the clock, it’s probably best to steer clear of alcohol.
“Sorry I couldn’t manage the asparagus and mashed potatoes.” Beau chews, thoughtful, his gaze darting from your face to your plate and back again.
“Do you seriously feel there’s any need for an apology?” You swallow the mouthful. “The salmon is moist and flaky and so tasty.” After the compliment, you dare and prod him. “I’m wondering what I did to deserve such special treatment.”
He gulps a bit of beer and leans back. His long legs stretch out by the edge of the firepit. The plate balances precariously atop thighs, tucked into the space created by his bow legs. “You do a great job taking care of this park. Hard work deserves special treatment now and again.”
The blanket of night and the warm glow of the fire hides the blush coloring your cheeks. You’re extremely grateful.
“And, well,” he clears his throat, “I’ve enjoyed your company. Figured offering a favorite meal would ensure another opportunity.” Firelight sparkles in his eyes along with a heated, serious stare at you. “I also thought you wouldn’t be averse to seeing more of me” –he lifts a shoulder– “considerin’ you had a lot of questions for Denise.”
Your tongue trips over itself. “Beau… I… you…”
He raises a hand. “Darlin’,” he murmurs, “just remember you have the right to remain silent. Or I may end up holdin’ a lot of things against you.” He grins.
You are without a shadow of a doubt being hit on by Sheriff Beau Arlen.
“Way I see it,” he continues, “we should spend some more time together. When neither of us are workin’. So I don’t feel like you're being hospitable just out of duty and you don’t think I’m interrogating you like a suspect.”
You smile. “That sounds an awful lot like a date.”
He nods. “I accept.”
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HI LOVE!!!!! can we get some hcs for the blues brothers with a s/o who is insecure about their acne scars?
Jake
Jake might ask you about them when you first start dating. When you express how insecure the scars make you, he will reassure you that he finds you beautiful no matter what.
Jake may seem confident to his core but he will open up to you about his own insecurities just to show you that he can relate to you.
He keeps that energy throughout your whole relationship. If you mention it at all he is absolutely going to cover your face with kisses and tell you he loves you no matter what.
If someone else were to ever say anything to you about it, he would probably fight them. You’re his most beloved, and he will not tolerate anyone being disrespectful to you no matter what.
If you wear makeup to hide them, he would obviously be supportive. He wants you to do whatever makes you feel more confident.
Elwood
Honestly Elwood wouldn’t even really notice.
Obviously he looks at you and he sees them, but it doesn’t register to him that it’s something you’d have any reason to feel insecure about.
He notices the effort you put into hiding your face from him sometimes, and he thinks it’s probably just a cute thing you do out of shyness.
When you finally talk to him about it, he’s just dumbfounded. He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world.
Elwood has never been very open with his feelings and he doesn’t exactly give compliments easily. However, once he realizes your insecurity he will make it a point to remind you of how beautiful he thinks you are.
Thank you sweetie for the request! ❤️ I hope you like!
#ratinabag#ask and you shall recieve#jake blues x reader#elwood blues x reader#blues brothers x reader
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An Evening At Elwood’s
Fandom: Blues Brothers
Pairing: Elwood Blues x Reader
Summary: You sneak through Elwood’s window at the ‘Men Only’ hotel, and the two of you spend the night together.
Warnings: Sexual references
“Hey baby,” you greeted as you ducked through your boyfriend’s window.
Elwood was standing in front of his stove, toasting himself some dinner, when he noticed you. “Hey sweetheart,” he responded in his soothing voice. Elwood took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head when you stepped into his apartment.
“Where’s Jake?” you wondered absentmindedly as the two of you started swaying to the Elmore James song that was softly playing off of one of Elwood’s records.
The younger Blues Brother informed, “He’s out. We have the place to us tonight.”
“Oo,” you smiled up at him. “What do you think we’ll get up to in that big bed of yours?”
“You know what?” teased Elwood as he moved quickly to tickle your sides.
He was reacting that way because you’d been joking. After plenty attempts, you and Elwood found it very hard to do certain activities in Elwood’s bed. You never missed an opportunity to bring the inconvenience up to the Blues artist.
“Elwood!” you scolded lightheartedly.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulled you close, and started dancing with you again. You’d never seen a smoother transition. You glanced up to Elwood. His mellow smile matched yours.
“I love you,” you assured the Blues Brother.
Elwood leaned down to your ear. Just when you thought he was about to say something, maybe return your sentiment, Elwood moved to kiss your cheek.
“You’re a tease,” you accused gently while your eyes remained closed.
His breath fanned over your face. “I know, baby.” Elwood finally kissed your lips.
Now, it was difficult to do the deed on Elwood’s bed...but I never said it was impossible.
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should go check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3<3
#blues brothers#elwood blues#elwood blues x reader#dan aykroyd#an evening at elwood's#companion jones#i love elwood sooo much
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And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe
Alan Rubin x fem!Reader
Word count: 2,211
Fandom: Blues Brothers
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)
I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.
Sophia, Lisa and Lex are two OCs created by two lovely people within the fandom.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse
Chapter IX
Alan watched Charlotte taking a bite from her fried eggs. “What?”, she murmured. “Are we gonna pretend nothing happened last night?”, Alan gave her serious look. The girl shrugged her shoulders. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” “Huh, is that supposed to make me laugh?”
Charlotte didn’t look up. “Why were you at the rehearsal room?” “Where else should I have gone?” “Lisa? Sophia? Or here’s a funny idea, could have given me a call.” “Look, I prefer to go into seclusion when something’s wrong. I’m sorry but I don’t wanna bother anyone with my crap.” “And I’d prefer if you’d come to me, you ain’t bothering no one, alright?”, he said in a soft tone and stroke her cheek. “Does he hit your mum and sister, too?” “No.”, she shock her head but saw a questioning look in Alan’s eyes. “My parents had broken up before my mum found out she was pregnant with me. So for my sake they gave their relationship another shot and apparently it worked but for my father I’m still the unwanted child. And I guess by forcing me to do well, in College and life, I won’t’t be such a big disappointment for him.” “Meaning if you moved out your mum and sister wouldn’t be in danger?” “Believe my, I tried getting my own place but…” “You could live with me until you find your own flat.”, Alan looked at her with raised eye brows. “I can’t, I really can’t.” “Why not?” “Cos I don’t wanna drain on your pocket, that’s why.” “I don’t care. I want you out of there as soon as possible.” “I will figure something out, okay? Don’t wanna jump the gun.” “Jumping the gun? What are you waiting for, Charlotte?”, Alan asked concerned, irritated she didn’t wanna move out. “I will come up with something alright?!”, she said bugged. “Just think about my offer, you’re more than welcomed here.”
A few days had passed and Charlotte still hadn’t figured out what to do.
She came back from jogging, when she noticed a stranger’s car in their driveway. Her father’s office was being refurbished this week, so he met all his clientele at home, in his home office. She hurried down the hallway to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, not keen on being seen in her current shape, all sweaty and her face red like a tomato. When passing by she took a quick glance into her father’s office though and realised she knew the person a few moments later only, so she went back. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, hi!”, the person greeted her with a big, fake smile. “Are you one of Mr. Ellington’s precious daughters? I didn’t know that!” “No, I’m Mrs. Mop.”, Charlotte replied sarcastically. “You do look like her.” “What’s going on here?”, Frank said in a harsh tone and gave his daughter a push against her shoulder as he entered the room. “Be nice to Ms…? I’m awfully sorry, what was your name again?” “No harm done, Sir. My name’s Brooks. Lari Brooks.” “I apologise for my daughter Ms Brooks and also for this chaos. I should have been prepared more thoroughly for this week of Home Office. I left some of my notes in my car, I’ll be back in a moment… Charlotte, go and get us a coffee, won’t you?” “Frankly I’d like to take shower.” “Yeah, you can do that afterwards.” Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath before facing Lari again. “Oh kiddy, milk and sugar for me please.” Ugh that creepy smile again. “Listen up, bitch!”, Charlotte leaned over the desk. “I don’t know what kind of ratty games you’re playing here, getting in touch with my father but stay the hell away from Alan! You heard me?” Lari started laughing, not the reaction Charlotte was hoping for. “You really think Alan is interested in you? He’s not the man for relationships but you’ll figure that out soon enough. Once he had his fun with you he’s gonna drop you like a bad habit.” Lari looked her up and down. “Tsk, I’m surprised he even thinks he will get it up with you in the first place.” Charlotte clenched her fist. “Not that it’s any of your business but he already did!” “Oh good to know he’s finished with you then.” “He is finished with you, or why do you think he started seeing me?” “See honey, what-“ “I’m not your honey!” Lari sighed. “What you don’t see is, Alan needs a real woman at his side. Not only to satisfy his sexual needs but he certainly doesn’t wanna play babysitter for you. And he doesn’t need no social project either.” Charlotte backed down and slowly removed her hands form the table. “Oh, honey, don’t you think I haven’t noticed your bruises. And don’t you think I don’t know who did that to you.” Charlotte swallowed hard. For God’s sake, where was her father when she needed him. What was taken him so long? “Does your father know you’re dating Alan?” Charlotte clammed up. “Aha, I thought so.”, Lari grinned. “Would be such a shame if he did, eh?” “Why haven’t you made any coffee by now?! Frank bumped back into the office, a stack of files under his arm. “Come on!” dragging her into the kitchen. “I asked you for a simple favour.” “You didn’t ask…” “I swear to God, make that fuckin coffee or I loose my shit.”, he hissed through gritted teeth and Charlotte quietly set up the coffee brewer, while Frank went back to his newest client.
While the machine ran, she tried to catch a few scraps of their conversation. What was her game? It was surely no coincidence she wanted to hire her dad. Charlotte overheard that apparently she had some trouble with a former affiliate of hers. What a pretence. And Charlotte started to worry. Knowing about her and Alan, Lari had her by the short and curlies.
After serving the coffee, Charlotte quickly got into the shower. As the warm water ran over her body she couldn’t help but bursted out into tears. She knew Lari was right. Alan didn’t want no helpless, little girl at his side, that needed to be rescued from her father. And Charlotte wanted to be that independent and mature woman he was looking for but also felt trapped, like she couldn’t break away from her father. That was also why she didn’t wanna move in with Alan, even it was temporary only. She feared someone like Alan would eventually be sick of dealing with such preschool problems, when he was at a complete different state of life than Charlotte was. And perhaps her intuition on this one wasn’t letting her down.
During the next days, Charlotte and Alan didn’t see much of one another, they didn’t had a fight but both felt some tension between each other. While Alan was trying to give Charlotte some room to decide what she wanted to do in order to sort out her problem at home, Charlotte felt rejected and that Alan didn’t wanna see her.
So when she and her besties, Sophia and Lisa were on their way to another concert of the boys, she had mixed feelings. The three entered the backstage area, where they were happily welcomed by the band. Jake pulled Sophia into his strong arms, giving her passionate kiss, while Lou and Lisa were still a bit shy around other people, so the saxophonist grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and gave her a short peck on her cheek. As Charlotte and Alan met they faced each other awkwardly. “Hi Alan.” “Hi Charlie, you look gorgeous tonight.” “Thanks.”, she responded with a little smile. Everyone who was watching the two instantly felt something was wrong and were kind of embarrassed to be present. The blonde girl turned around to her friends “Think I’ll be heading to our seats already, see you in a bit.”
Lisa and Sophia gave each other a look before hurrying after her friend. “Charlie, wait! What was this all about?”, Sophia grabbed her arm. “Nothing.”, she shrugged her shoulders in response. “Did you break off?” “Were we even a couple?” “Were?”, Lisa asked shocked. “Relax, we didn’t. It’s.. I don’t know… tensed. He hasn’t been calling me for a couple of days.” “Have you called him?” “No… I didn’t wanna bother him.” “Why do you keep saying that?” “Because it’s true. Alan could date everyone. It’s just a matter of time ’til he’s tired of my bs with my dad.” “Why would he? He offered you to move in with him for now.” “Right, so what if that wasn’t a genuine offer? Perhaps he only felt the need to say that.” “Jeez, you still think the worst of everyone!”, Sophia rolled her eyes. “Last thing you told us is that he asked you to think about it. So I guess he’s just waiting for an answer.”, Lisa explained. “Go and talk to him after concert.” “But before that we’re gonna enjoy the music, nothing will cheer you up like their songs, trust me.”; Sophia said with a big smile and grabbed Charlotte’s hand, dragging her to their seats.
Meanwhile Lou got after Alan. “Hey man, are you and Charlotte alright?” “Yeah, yeah, we’re fine.” “C’mon Alan, talk to me!” The trumpet player sighed. “I don’t even know what it is! I told her she could live with me until she found a flat for herself cos I want her away from her manic father and gave her some time to think about it and since then: nothing. I don’t know what else to do if she keeps refusing my help! Maybe it’s all too much for me.” “What are you saying? I thought you liked her, for real!” “Yes, I do.” “Sometimes a relationship needs some work, especially at the beginning.”, Lou advised. “See? This is why I never got involved in anything serious before. It just complicates things.” “Even if things are difficult at the moment, I’ve never seen you any happier than being with Charlotte. So perhaps it’s time you step out of your comfort zone if you wanna make things work with her.” They got interrupted by Elwood, yelling across backstage. “2 minutes guys!” “Lou gave his friends a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder “Think about it.”
The concert was extraordinary. They were rocking the crowd and the atmosphere was purely captivating. After the band finished playing “Hey Bartender” Jake got on the mic again. “This next song, we haven’t played in front of anyone yet, so feel honoured to be the first.” He put in one of his little giggles there. “It’s called ‘Gimme Some Lovin’ by the Spencer Davis Group. And me, Blue Lou and Mr. Fabulous here, would like to dedicate this song to three incredible, young ladies in our lives, who also happen to be in the audience tonight. Sophia, Lisa and Charlotte. Sophia? I love you babe!”, he said and pointed to his girl in the audience causing Sophia to scream, who soon got drown out by the band starting to play. Charlotte was excited to hear the boy’s version of that song, thinking back when Alan told her, they worked out a nice part for the horns and they clearly didn’t disappoint.
After like three or four encores, the girls were all hyped up and on their way backstage. “Relax, just tell him how much you liked the song and that you wanna talk with him in private. It’s your Alan after all.”, Lisa tried to support Charlotte.
When they walked up the little stairs their glances first hit Elwood. He was caught up in a passionate kiss with someone in his arms, his hands all over that someone. As soon as he realised all eyes were on him, he cleared his throat. “Everyone this is Lex by the way.”, he said and a big grin formed on his lips. “We met a few nights ago. Please be nice to them.” Lex seemed a big nervous as they were playing with their dark, slightly wavy hair but all that seemed to vanish when Elwood pulled Lex back into his arms and planted a kiss on their cheek. The two seemed like a great match. Lex was really casual looking, they were wearing a jeans jacket and a graphic tee combined with a pair of combat boots. They clearly seemed to be on the same level, funny and not taking things too serious. Most of the guys had a stupid grin on their face except for Jake of course, who already knew about his brothers new partner in crime but everyone was just happy for Elwood, he deserved to be with someone after everything he went through.
That amusement didn’t stay for long though as Charlotte noticed Alan. He was sitting in a corner on one of the amplifiers, focused on cleaning his mouthpiece, Lari standing next to him. She was straddling his shoulder and trying to get his attention. From the distance it was hard to tell if he was wrapped up in a chat with her but frankly, Charlotte didn’t even wanted to know.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
#Blues Brothers#Blues Brothers fandom#Alan Rubin x Reader#Alan Rubin x fem!Reader#Alan Rubin#blues brothers fanfiction#Elwood Blues#Jake Blues#Blue Lou Marini
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who i write for 🍊
main: jake gyllenhaal
characters *: adam bell, danny sharp, davis mitchell, detective loki, elwood dalton, jamie randall, jerry brinson, joe baylor, john kinley, lou bloom, morf vandewalt, quentin beck, rusty sabich & tommy cahill
tropes: dilf, dad’s best friend, best friend’s dad, best friend, neighbour, enemies/friends to lovers, teacher, ex, sub or switch, broadway, singer, etc.
* masterlist of my fics for jake’s characters
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ONE SHOTS 🍊
You’re doing amazing sweetie Part 1 & Finals Finale Part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x student!reader)
Funfetti Lingerie (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Time to Dance & Tomorrow Never Came (inspired by Jake Gyllenhaal in the Time to Dance music video)
Christmas edition: Extraordinary Merry Christmas Part 1 (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader) & EMC Part 2 (vanilla smut between Tom Holland x reader)
Come Sail Away (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
La Paura Del Buio (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)
To Be So Lonely (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)
To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)
Red Velvet (smut between sub!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Oh So Charming (smut between doctor!Jamie Randall x reader)
Let It Ring (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Look In The Mirror (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)
Aquamarine, Ocean’s Blue (smut between Paris!Jake x reader)
Set Fire to The Rain (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)
Blue Velvet (smut between Morf Vandewalt x reader)
Distraction (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Mamma Mia (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)
Tu es Jolie (smut between Davis Mitchell x reader)
Through the Afternoon (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x Plus size!reader)
Break Room (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)
Shadow Speaking (smut between vampire!Jake x reader)
Fade (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Works Like a Charm (smut between Jerry Brinson x reader)
Snowed In (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)
Cherish (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)
Cherish Part 2 (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)
Leg Lock (smut between Elwood Dalton x reader)
Un pari à Paris (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x reader)
Something to Rely On (fluff between Detective Loki x reader)
Very Trainable (smut between Jamie Randall x reader)
Bubble Gum (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)
Pillow Talk (fluff between Davis Mitchell x reader)
Come On, Barbie! Let’s Go Party! (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)
Chokehold (smut between sub!Elwood Dalton x reader)
Fortune Cookie (smut between Detective Loki x reader)
Count it Down (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Freak Like Me (smut between Elwood Dalton x Plus size!reader)
Freak Like Me Part 2 Coming Soon
We’re Not Cowboys (comfort/fluff between Danny Sharp x reader) *** Newest fic
REQUESTS 🍊
The risqué subway (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Happy little accident, part 1 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Happy little accident, part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Where do you think you’re going? (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
The dining table (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Clair de lune (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
High Horse (angst between Quentin Beck x reader)
Lush (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
Cell Block Tango (smut between Detective Loki x reader)
Stand in the sun (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)
HEADCANONS 🍊
Boyfriend!Jake headcanons
Best Friend!Jake headcanons part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4 (different storyline)
Dad!Jake headcanons: Build a Bear & Part 2.
Leo Gyllenhaal (reader and Jake’s dog) & Part 2
Valentine’s Day with Jake headcanons
Fratboy!Jake headcanons
Hickeys headcanons for Jake
Elwood Dalton and Plus size!reader headcanons
MISC 🍊
Your camera roll if Jake Gyllenhaal was your boyfriend
Jake helping you when you have your period Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3
Gyllenholland one shot: Movie Matinée.
Gyllenholland x Reader one shot: Adore you (Birthday boy!Jake, MFM threesome).
You Won’t Play, You’re No Fun (smut between Chris Evans x reader)
A Midsummer Night’s Dream (smut between Tom Hiddleston x reader)
KINKMAS 2020 (prompt list) 🍊
Vanilla Sex with Tom Holland
Edging with Jamie Randall
Breeding Kink with Tom Holland
Degradation & Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal
Blow job & Praise Kink with (frat!)Tom Holland
Cockwarming with (Mob!)Jake Gyllenhaal
Thigh Humping & Praise Kink with Tom Holland
Thigh Humping with Quentin Beck
Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal
Degradation Kink & Boob job with Tom Holland
Breeding Kink with Jake Gyllenhaal
Kinkmas tag
KINKMAS 2021 (introduction) 🍊
Day 1: Cum play & Aftercare with Sub!Jake
Day 2: Titty fuck with Sugar Daddy!Jake
Day 3: Public sex & Cockwarming with Fratboy!Jake
about me 🍊
Laurie, she/her, 25 years-old, Virgo
Bisexual & Biromantic
French Canadian
AO3 (tbd)
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by SoraMJigen
Oneshot. Elwood Blues x Reader. What exactly rests behind those shades? You just might see.
Words: 3993, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Blues Brothers (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Elwood Blues, Jake Blues, Reader
Relationships: Elwood Blues/Reader, Elwood Blues & Reader
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Self-Insert, Romance, Relationship(s), Eyes, Blues, Concerts, Dancing, Slow Dancing, Blushing, Bars and Pubs, Love, Surprises, Dating
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), dom/sub relationship
AN: don’t be an asshole if/when u comment. If this isn’t your cup of tea then feel free to scroll on.
Elwood whimpered as I kissed down his chest. The handcuffs from his briefcase rattled against my headboard. Jake’s key was dangling over Elwood’s head, within reach for him even with the chain wrapped around the frame several times. The only thing he’d been trying to reach for was me.
“(Y/N).” Elwood moaned, his head falling back. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat and his sunglasses had been tossed on the bedside table with his permission once they’d started to fog up. “Please.” My fingers curled around his chest hair, lightly dragging my nails on the skin underneath.
“Please what?” I asked, hovering over Elwood’s boxers. I pressed a kiss to his dick over the fabric and he jerked. I laughed quietly as his hips settled back on the bed. He whined and I watched his chest rise and fall quickly.
“fuck me. Suck me. I don’t care. Just please for the love of god do something.” He moaned, head thrown back. Smiling to myself, I kissed my way back up his body. “(Y/N).” He moaned. Elwood’s breath hitched as I kissed along his throat. A bead of sweat rolled over his Adam’s apple and I licked it up. Elwood breathed out harshly as I did and I leaned up to look at him.
“which one do you want elwood?” I asked. Settling myself on his thighs as he gazed up at me with mismatched eyes, blown out with lust and love. “Want me to fuck you or suck you off?”
“fuck me.” He breathed out. “Please. Fuck me.” I squeezed his arm and kissed him deeply. Elwood let out a high pitched whine as I trailed my hand down and pushed his boxers down. His dick was red and weeping, expected with the amount I’d been teasing him. I kissed along his neck again as I wrapped my hand around his dick. “(Y/N).” Elwood whimpered as I pumped his cock. I thumbed the head and Elwood squeezed his eyes shut.
“I’m right here baby.” I whispered. Elwood turned his head towards me and I watched as he gulped down air like he had been suffocating. “I’m here.” He nodded and I threw my leg over his hips. “Ready Elwood? Want me to fuck you?” He nodded, turning his head towards me again. Our eyes met as I sank down on him, grinding on him until he bottomed out. Elwood moaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
“Shit.” Elwood ground out. “Feels so good.” I smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him, holding his chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“yes you do Elwood.” I breathed out against his lips. Elwood’s eyes had trouble focusing on mine as he panted. I ground on him and Elwood gasped.
“please.” He breathed out. “Please move.” I kissed him again before lifting my hips and bringing them back down. The handcuff chain rattled above us as Elwood tried to reach for me again. I sat back up straight as his hands got close to my shoulders. I continued my slow pace as Elwood let out a broken moan. “(Y/N). Need to cum. Need to cum.” Elwood’s head thrashed as he tried to keep his hips still. I could feel the little jerks and trembles as I slowly bounced on him.
“How bad do you need to cum Elwood?” I said, slowly picking up speed. Elwood whined and I watched as a drop of sweat rolled down his nose. “you need to use your words sweetheart.” Elwood’s head fell back and he grabbed the chain as it swung within reach.
“I need to cum. I need to cum in you.” Elwood breathed out. “Can’t hold on anymore. Need to cum.” I leaned forward and kissed the base of his throat, making my way up to his lips.
“fuck me elwood. Make me cum with you.” I breathed out against his lips. Elwood surged forward and kissed me as he started to thrust up into me. My hands curled around his biceps as I moaned against his lips. Elwood used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, making me squeak when his tongue entered my mouth. I almost sagged against him as he groaned. “Fuck Elwood. Making me feel so good.” He panted as he gazed up at me.
“gonna cum soon.” Elwood ground out. I nodded and kissed him again. My legs gave out as my orgasm crashed over me and I collapsed against Elwood.
“Elwood.” I moaned, trying to bury my head in his neck as he kept thrusting into me.
“(Y/N)!” He cried as he followed me over the edge, hips weakly thrusting as we came down from our highs. “Fuck.” I sighed before pressing a kiss to his jawline. We laid there panting, too blissed out to move. I moved first, sitting back up and pulling the key off the headboard. I unlocked the handcuffs and Elwood pulled his arms down, rubbing his wrists.
“Jesus that looks painful.” I said as I took his hands in mine, rubbing his wrists gently as I inspected them. Elwood shrugged.
“had worse.” He said, eyes scanning me. “Sometimes from you.” He smirked at me and I shook my head.
“not like this Elwood. Your wrists are red.” I said, worry creeping into my tone.
“no shit.” Elwood said, flipping his hands to cover mine. “That’s the second time today you’ve handcuffed me. Of course they’re going to be red.” I nodded with a frown. “Hey if it’ll make you feel better I’ll ice them and you can rub that cream into them. Should be good as new before the show tomorrow.” I nodded, bringing his wrists up to press kisses to them. Elwood flushed red as I did.
“still don’t like seeing it though.” I mumbled. Elwood smiled softly at me. He pulled his hands from mine gently, putting them on my hips before slowly sitting up. He softly kissed me, holding me close to him.
“Thank you.” He whispered against my lips as he gently rubbed his nose against mine.
“what for?” I asked. Elwood smiled at me, his eyes shining with love.
“For taking such good care of me.” He responded. “You always do but sometimes I don’t think I say it enough.” I blushed and tried to duck my head but Elwood caught me in a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I whispered back. I slowly pulled back and moved to get up. Elwood moaned as his dick slid out of me. “You good?” He nodded.
“just a little oversensitive is all.” He mumbled as he moved back to lay against the headboard. I nodded before going to the bathroom to grab something to clean the two of us up. Elwood gently took the towel from me and tossed it towards the bathroom. He held his arm out for me and I curled up next to him. I ran my fingers through the hair over his heart before leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“You did so well for me Elwood.” I whispered. Elwood flushed and ducked his head, leaning his forehead against mine. “I mean it. It couldn’t have been easy to hold off that long. But you did it.” I kissed him softly, cupping his cheek as his fingers dug into my side.
“it wasn’t.” He confirmed. “I wouldn’t want it any other way though.” He smiled softly at me.
“good.” I smiled back at him before kissing him again.
#Elwood blues#elwood blues x reader#Elwood blues fanfic#elwood blues fanfiction#elwood blues imagine#Dan aykroyd#dan aykroyd fanfic#dan aykroyd fanfiction#Dan aykroyd imagine#dan aykroyd x reader
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Ghostbusters Fanfiction Masterlist
*** REQUESTS ARE OPEN***
Note: All fics are rated Explicit (as per Ao3s rating system) unless otherwise noted
Egon Spengler
Not Jealous (one-shot)
Burning Fascination (complete, 11/11)
Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments) (complete, 5/5)
Untitled Older Egon (coming soon)
Ray Stantz
Somewhere to Belong (complete, 12/12)
Some Call It Love, I Call It Magic (Older Ray, complete, 12/12)
Love, Unleashed (Older Ray/Spirits Unleashed, complete, 2/2)
These Golden Years (Frozen Empire Fic, one-shot)
It Was Always You (Ray at Columbia/coming soon)
Real Love (RGB Ray, in progress)
Peter Venkman
He's Yours (Peter x Dana Barrett one-shot)
Various
Ghostbusters One-Shots and Drabbles (updated Feb. 14)
Dan Aykroyd Characters
Elwood Blues/The Blues Brothers
That Special Somebody... (complete, 2/2)
Squeeze and Please (one-shot)
I Need You (Blues Brothers AU, complete, 13/13)
Anything For You (one-shot)
Misc.
We Keep Watch For Each Other (Ellis Fielding/Loose Cannons, complete)
When I Start Lovin' I Just Can't Stop (Mike Weber/Soul Man, in progress)
The Way You Love Is Good As Money (Roman Craig/The Great Outdoors, in progress)
Some Things Are Meant To Be (Roy/Love At First Sight (1977) coming soon)
Loving the Alien (Beldar Conehead, in the works)
Let It Only Ever Be Me (Fred Garvin one-shot)
Harold Ramis Characters
Someday Soon I'm Gonna Make Him Mine (Russell Ziskey, in progress)
Untitled Moe Green One-shot (in the works)
Untitled Steven Buchner One-shot (Baby Boom, in the works)
Will update these as I go along! Anything that's underlined is a link!
#I've been really slow recently writing stuff but it's all getting there!#my writing#ghostbusters#ghostbusters fanfiction#egon spengler#ray stantz#peter venkman#winston zeddemore#egon spengler x reader#egon spengler x oc#harold ramis#dan aykroyd#the blues brothers#elwood blues
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Soul Staring by SoraMJigen/VannillaFudge
Soul Staring by SoraMJigen/VannillaFudge
Rated T
Elwood Blues x Reader
It was an exclusive right to date Elwood Blues, knowing how many times the man would find himself in one night stands and flings. You just so happened to be one lucky little individual to attract his eye to go beyond the bedroom and actually form something with. Far more than a fling and more than a hook up, you knew you were secure in this man's view. Would he have just wanted sex, he would have left by now, but here he was picking you up once again on your date. Donned in his typical outfit of a black suit with a fedora and shades to match, the man was handsome and he greeted you with a soft smirk, a trademark expression of his whenever you stood before him or held or kissed him.
Where you were going, he would not say and allowed you to think. Normally, he would have taken you to a dive or a bar where he knew the blues was properly played and the food was good. It boded well with his personality and you swore that the dim light on him did something for you. It made his hair appear as though it were crafted from finely woven strands of brass and his suit and shadow merge, giving him an even deeper sense of mystery. After a while the cologne of cigarettes and alcohol became accustomed to you and neither one bothered you. Sometimes, he would crinkle his nose, but returned to sitting in tranquility and watching the performers croon. Every so often, he would whisper in your ear about the musicians' techniques and how he would never desert you like those who were still feeling the agonizing pain of their divorce or death of their beloved. With every word he spoke, you listened as though you were draining the man of his knowledge of his craft and the adoration he felt for you.
Sometimes, his brother Jake would join you two or meet up with you. From what you could tell, he liked you and knew how to make you smile, just like his brother. Usually if Jake knew you and Elwood were attending an open mic night or watching a friend of theirs' perform, he would appear and take the stage with Elwood. Some nights, Elwood would perform solo, his baritone vocals drifting through the room and melding with the other emotions left by those before him who sang of depression and heartbreak and loss. Those tones soothed your soul and drew you to him even more so like a lost sailor at sea to a siren. You already were drawn to him with how he treated you like a person who deserved the utmost of respect and how your soul was old and worn and understood the nature of music. You knew the art had been around since the dawn of man and you knew how it (mostly) crafted notes from the heart, each tune matching to heart beats of people everywhere including the musician(s).The blues was no exception and you often found that those somber songs that played on the radio were what kept you going through your shift without wanting to punch someone in the throat.
You lived in Munster in the northwestern part of Indiana, a ten minute drive from Calumet City and when Elwood learned this, he jokingly asked if you knew the Munsters from the titular black and white program. You laughed, having received this joke enough times in your life to take it as such. He made it special though in that it was him saying it and that how every other person who ever spoke it seemed lifeless. It was how his voice carried the words that made you giggle and he'd receive a little smirk from your laughter. You lived in an apartment complex and had the simple a customer service job at a banking firm and you swore that for every single stupid question you heard, you wanted to run the person over with your car. It was a dull job, but at least it paid your bills and gave you a place to live.
You met Elwood while browsing the blues bars throughout Indiana only to find that there were very few that had any soul or substance to them. So you travelled to Illinois, snooping around Calumet City, Chicago, and other counties and cities. Sometimes you went to the far north to Warren or west to La Harpe, searching for a bar to fit your needs. Though it appeared that almost every bar you went to, you happened to stumble across two men who dressed like the CIA with shades and fedoras. You had heard of them from the locals in your town due to their popularity, especially after playing a few gigs throughout the nation. They had sounded well in your head and you would often find yourself usually lured in by their act as well as the other musicians that were present at the bar. You swore it was by coincidence though that they just so happened to be playing at the bars you attended. You were no stalker or follower, but you did believe in fate as well as someone higher up. Clearly, someone or something was playing the cards that would cause you to constantly see The Blues Brothers, but you rode with it, not wanting to doubt or chance fate. Rather, you were curious of the outcome and you believed Elwood to be handsome. Usually, the brothers would hang out with the other musicians after their sets at the bar. The tall one, Elwood, never had that much to drink as to where his brother took on more. It so happened that one fortunate evening that Elwood left his brother momentarily to see you and tell you that he had seen you in the audience at every performance and that he was rather content to see you for some inexplicable reason. You kicked out the chair adjacent to you and offered to buy him a drink. He smirked. He liked your style.
So since that fateful evening you two had managed to see each other. He was rather loyal and caring despite his demeanor and you smirked, knowing how the man worked. It was your little secret that no one could obtain or take away from you. Time had flown by and now you found yourself into half a year of dating him. You were both slow, in no rush to accelerate into a relationship, but rather, allow it to brew and eventually bloom. You were also both rather old fashioned and that seemed to appease Elwood greatly, though you both had gone ahead and taken part in the deed before marriage. Both of you didn't complain about that and thoroughly enjoyed it when you so desired.
Though something had made you wonder since day one: what exactly rested behind those shades. Those shades that complimented him nicely, but also made you question what his eyes looked like. You had never seen a photograph or performance where he didn't have his shades off. Come to think of it, the only time he had ever removed them was when he was having intercourse with you and only then would he take them off because the room was engulfed in darkness. Through the shadows you never saw his eyes, but it never bothered you. Outside the bedroom, the shades were always on his face like a second skin. They were a part of him and would only remove them when he was comfortable. By no means would you pressure him or demand that he take them off for you.
This evening seemed rather different. As usual, you both had dinner in some bar uptown, the night was young so there were no performers yet. Performances didn't usually begin until 8 o clock and you wondered what Elwood had up his sleeves. He usually picked you up a half hour before the acts began, but here he was at an earlier time. Smirking, you allowed the night to unravel as you ate and talked about life with him and he listened attentively while working on something in his head. What it was, he wouldn't say, but told you that you would see it soon enough. Afterwards, you drove past the bars and dives and clubs in the Bluesmobile, Elwood distracting you with small talk as he took notice of your eyes darting between the buildings. You noticed this behavior and believed it to be strange, but you knew he did this at times to surprise you. You allowed him to distract you, to take your mind off the possible notions forming in your head as to where you would wind up.
This was strange and you almost wondered who this man beside you was. He was open minded to a degree, knowing how cold the world was, but knowing that one could not hide from it eternally. To hide from the world would mean to deprive yourself of opportunity and new experiences; most of which you did not want to hinder yourself from. Elwood had his limits and you respected them, just as he returned the expression.
Pulling up to Tuley Park, your eyebrow rose. The man hadn't taken you to many parks other than strolls at night when the world was quiet with the sound of crickets and grasshoppers chirping. Nature's music he called it, just like the falling of the rain, the calling of the tide, and the whistling of the warm summer winds. There were melodies that could sometimes replicate the harshness dealt upon artists by the blues – the roaring wind in a thunderstorm, the slamming beat of a door, the endless falling of a downpour, the revving of an engine started by an angry woman. They were cold tones that spun within musicians' heads and made them cry and sing. These sounds breathed life into their craft and Elwood knew the sensation all too well. The pointer from Sister Mary of the Blessed Shroud snapped in his head from time to time, a beat to create a new tune. The revving of the Bluesmobile when it accelerated, the way the rain hit the streets, the crunching of the snow under his shoes, all sounds that rang throughout his head that mingled with his experiences used to create his blues.
Escorting you from the car, he held your hand and led you to a field where a small wooden stage was erect. Lanterns draped around the stage and the concert area, the candlelight intermingling with the sun. On the stage were a few men tuning their instruments and checking their gear. The grass before the attraction served as the dance floor with tin chairs crowded around the grass. Fireflies began to flit through the air, specks of light occasionally resting on Elwood's palm and your shoulder. You smiled softly as they crawled about before taking flight once more. So far few people had taken various seats for the park performance, a mix of young and old who wanted to hear some blues from a man and his group who had experienced life and all its joys and cruelty. He was an elderly dark skinned man, sitting on the stage adjusting his guitar while wearing a comfortable suit designed for the summer. Ivory and gentle jade green hung from his frame, allowing his body to breathe in the setting sun heat. His band mates wore clothes of the similar nature with colors that made them comfortable and exposed their personalities.
Elwood led you to two front seats that weren't occupied and you smiled. So this is what he had in mind as he wrapped an arm around the back of your chair and you inched closer to him. The laughter of children at the playground could faintly be heard and the chatter of attendants seemed to grow as more people sat down. Most of them spoke about their day and gossiped about strangers who you and Elwood knew would never meet despite how small the world was. As the minutes passed, people ended their conversations as they watched the performers finish testing their equipment. Within moments, they began to croon on their microphones of how their wives left them by death or divorce or cheating. Their notes rode the wind like a surfer to the tide and made your heart sympathize with them, understanding how they never stopped suffering since these tragic events occurred. After a few sets they introduced themselves as The Grasshopper Pox and that they would play until they could sing no more, causing the audience to smile in delight. They spoke of how they grew up surrounding Calumet City, with their thick Illinois accents and how their songs encompassed their hardships and joys that life had to offer them. Without another word, they picked up the musical pace and began to wail more songs of disappearing relatives, ungodly landlords, poverty, sex, and how death could easily snatch away something so precious like a child, lover, or pet.
You and Elwood smirked, knowing the struggles of detestable landlords and how you couldn't pay the rent on time as well as other bills. Of course then it was a balancing act of what was important to pay and what could wait for a few days. You were a sensible person and had a great sense of judgment. You knew what could be done without for a few days and knew what to do should the situation ever occur. It was a hassle that most adults encountered and weren't too fond of, but it had to be endured should it ever arise. While you were able to cover everything for yourself, you did experience the anxiety of not being able to pay for everything all at once. You knew Elwood paid the rent for his dwelling, but no one seemed to bother him about it should he ever be late or couldn't afford it that month.
Then a song emerged from the soft spoken bassist who sang of how the waves of the Atlantic Ocean still called for him. Of how he was homesick and lonesome without the sea and missed his New York stomping grounds. Of how he played by the ocean as a child and loved it dearly before he moved to Illinois because his family couldn't afford their home in New York. From there on, he gained the accent that would never define his soul, but rather make him appreciate the life he had gained in Illinois.
Elwood looked at you from the corner of his eye. Fixated by the man's voice, your eyes never left the soft yet soulful singing of the bassist and Elwood smirked in satisfaction. He rose from the chair and presented his hand to you, snapping you from the singer. Looking into his shades, you swore you saw a sliver of his eyes peek over the glass. A spot of ocean blue met with a flicker of hazel and you arched your eyebrows in wonder, having never seen his eyes before.
"Do you want to dance?" He asked you softly, a reddish hue faint on your cheeks, slowly creeping onto your face. Nodding, you reached out for his hand and he cupped your fingers as though they were made of glass.
Leading you onto the grass, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and smiled as you swore you turned red. He swept your hand to the back of his neck and your other hand followed suit. His slender fingers ran down the lengths of your arms, his fingertips running along your smooth shoulder blades, and resting at the small of your back. Swallowing hard, your cheeks felt as warm as the Sun and were possibly just as bright. Elwood gently you pulled to him and slowly led the dance, allowing you to easily follow along. You were the only dancers in front of the audience and the crowd flicked their eyes between you and the performers. They watched you with uncertainty and encouragement, that you were so brave to rise and dance before a full house. Others watched in envy, wishing they could be as brave as you two dancing before the stage. Elwood smirked, not caring about the world around him, but only focusing on you and the music. His shades seemed transfixed on your lantern lit eyes that swirled with content.
As you felt the grass beneath your shoes, the instruments seemed to sway in tune with how you and Elwood moved about. Staring into those eyes behind the shades, you often wondered what they looked like. You had just received a glimpse and would not ask him to remove the shades. Elwood, after all this time, having never removed the accessory, but it didn't bother you in the least bit. The shades complimented him nicely and aided in his iconic appearance that him and his brother shared. You always felt his eyes on you behind those shades and you rather liked it, knowing that he was always watching you and looking out for you. You would turn your head and he would look away sometimes, smirking softly and knowing why you would suddenly look at him. You were clever; he liked that.
You swore with every step you took, fireflies fled from grass blade to grass blade, wanting to avoid being squashed. Their tiny lights seemed like freckles of the setting Sun at your back as Elwood smiled softly. Every so often fireflies would flare upward from the ground and cluster around you two, creating a shaken ring that attracted others to leave their seats and dance alongside you. The band watched the crowd as they rose to dance and fully immerse themselves in the tunes they crooned and smiled.
The concert stretched beyond the setting sun and into the warm evening and night. You swayed and moved to the rhythm the band produced and with every song you took it as another opportunity to have fun with your partner. At times, you tore from the crowded worn grass and reclined in the chairs with Elwood. It wasn't long until you both rose once more and started to move and groove in time with the band's harmony. After hours of dancing until your feet were sore and your legs could no longer move, you noticed the band started their closing number. By now, some of the crowd had left, having responsibility to tend to in the morning, but neither you nor Elwood had such a task and you quietly thanked God for off days. As the band crooned the final notes of their closing number, you and Elwood applauded them for such a great show. He would later get their number and ask if they would want to collaborate with Jake on a few performances in some bars. They knew how to play and get the audience to feel what resided in their souls and he was sure that together they would create a fantastic feast for the eyes and ears.
As Elwood drove you back to your apartment in Munster, he watched you from the corner of his eye and how the wind played with your hair. He always loved when the wind kicked up and ran its transparent fingers through your hair and how it transformed your brushed hair into a windswept wilderness that made his heart stop. While he liked when you did your hair on a daily basis, he sometimes loved how the wind transformed it, unleashing a more natural look than hairspray and gel.
"So…what'd you think?" Elwood asked quietly, almost breathless from the dancing.
"It was wonderful! I had a really great time." A sly grin appeared on his face as he watched a smile surface with every word you spoke.
The drive to your apartment seemed longer than normal. Maybe the draping darkness of night seemed to stop time if only for a few hours just so he could sneak a peek at your beauty and listen to you talk about The Grasshopper Pox. He would join in and further the conversation into the techniques they used and compared them to his own. You listened, understanding the art of the blues much more than what you had already known. You absorbed Elwood's knowledge like a flower drinking in the sunlight and enjoyed learning more about what he had so passionately devoted himself to in life. Not once did you want him to stop talking, but time and conversation often worked hand in hand in making moments fly by. You swore no sooner he started to discuss various guitar techniques that Matt "Guitar" Murphy, you were at your apartment. Continuing the conversation up the stairs and the complex's door, he knew this was where he had to regretfully leave you. Sighing softly to yourself, you didn't want him to go, but it was late and you knew you were worn like a beaten baseball glove. He understood this and knew you would want to do nothing more than take a shower and crawl into bed, the shower's warmth still radiating from your body.
"Want to go out next week? Same day?"
"Yep." Elwood spoke in his dry, normal tone that you had grown accustomed to after all this time. Leaning down, he kissed your lips softly. His lips rough from the blues harp, but in a strange way you rather liked that. It demonstrated just how committed he was to his work as a musician and how he would possibly lay his soul on the line for his art. Cupping your cheeks softly, Elwood didn't want to leave you, but he knew he had to because he knew what you had in mind once he drove away.
Pulling away, his body froze as he felt his glasses tumble from his face. Quickly diving down, you grabbed the shades before they could conflict and possibly shatter from the concrete stairs. Snatching them in mid air, your shoulders relaxed knowing that they weren't harmed. Yet they tensed once more, knowing what would occur now. You would see Elwood's eyes. It was something Elwood had never wanted you to see (or so it appeared), but now there was no choice in the matter. His eyes were exposed to you and no one else; it was as though he was baring his soul and you were ready to see what rested inside.
Looking up, you slowly rose, locking eyes with his'. The porch lamplight was dim, but it was enough to give way to his orbs. An unfurling ocean on his right and a stern hazel on his left and you smiled. Heterochromia was a gorgeous condition and while it was often found in huskies, humans were known to have it as well. It was a rare disorder, but by no means was it a disorder or defect. Rather, it seemed to enhance the beauty the person possessed and Elwood was no exception. His eyes flared with concern as he watched you stare into them and dive deeply into his soul where the blues worked like cogs in a clock. You looked into his soul and saw how hard the world had beaten up his spirit and how he carried on like a soldier after war. You saw those orbs flicker with roughness that the world had passed onto him through experience and not once did they flinch and neither did you.
"They're beautiful." You whispered softly and returned Elwood's shades. Taking them from you, he slowly adjusted them onto his face, allowing you to capture one last glimpse of eyes before they disappeared behind the shades. A soft shade of pink had emerged over his cheeks and he smirked before leaving you at the porch and taking off into the dark night with his Bluesmobile.
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
warnings: swearing, mention of death and cemetery
I leaned against my car outside the Joliet prison. I was watching the gates and waiting impatiently. Checking my watch again, I look up at the rumble of the gates opening. The second the gates opened fully I pushed off the car and ran across the street. Elwood caught me in a hug and picked me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He walked us back to the car and set me down.
“god it’s good to see you.” Elwood breathed out as he kissed me. I gripped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer.
”Elwood blues out for good behavior.” I teased as we broke away. “The Elwood blues I know would never behave. So who are you?” Elwood rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and kissed me again, dipping me backwards with his hand slipping under my shirt. I squealed and push him back. Laughing, I stole his hat. “Easy there tiger.” Elwood smiled at me and rested his head against mine. “So now that you’re a free man, what do you want to do?” Elwood hummed as he swayed with me.
“well I want to do two things. I want to visit Jake. And I want to take you on a date.” Elwood murmured. I nodded and tangled my fingers in his hair.
“el, did they tell you about Jake?” I asked softly. Elwood nodded and I hugged him tighter. “Ok. Then I’ll take you to him.” Elwood pulled back and kissed me again before getting in the car, stealing his hat back in the process. We drove off and I gave him directions to where Jake was buried. “When they called me to tell me, I planned a whole thing. I got most of the band here and I made sure he was as close to Curtis as possible.” I said as I put my hand on Elwood’s back. He took off his hat and sunglasses.
“why wouldn’t…did you…damn” Elwood turned towards me slightly. I sighed and rubbed his back.
“I tried. They said you were in maximum which meant no phone calls or visits. I tried to write but I guess they either fucking censored it or just didn’t give it to you.” I said softly. “I even tried to get you a furlough. They denied it.” Elwood nodded and turned back to the headstone where his brother was buried.
“you did good. He would have liked this.” Elwood motioned towards the headstone. I nodded and wrapped my arm around his, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Everyone come?” I shook my head.
“Only a few people. Willie came. He’s got a strip club now. I work there as a bartender and he said he’d give you a job working with the house band if you wanted it. Matt came. His wife stood by the road the whole time. Murph. That guy from the last gig. The promoter or whoever he was. I didn’t invite him but he doesn’t want anything to do with the band now that Jake’s gone.” I watched Elwood’s face for a reaction but there wasn’t one. “My parents came. Which was surprising. They never liked Jake but they came.” Elwood smiled a little a that.
“I guess when it came to it, the ones that mattered were here.” Elwood said softly. I nodded and squeezed his arm.
“I’ll leave you for a bit. When you’re ready, come back to the car.” I said, glancing between him and the headstone. I leaned against the car and watched Elwood and he put his hand on the headstone before walking over to me. “You ok?” He nodded before kissing my head.
“yeah. Let’s go on that date.” Elwood said. I nodded and got in the car with Elwood.
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
song : looking for a fox
warnings: swearing, strip club, mention of smut
“I got the money if you got the time.” I tilted my hand at the tall man in a suit that was strutting around the stage surrounded by strippers. I had originally started coming to Willie’s for the strippers but seeing the man up there every night had changed my reason for showing up night after night. I walked over to the bar and leaned over to talk to Willie.
“hey Willie.” I called over the music. He turned towards me and nodded.
“(Y/N)! What’s hanging?” He said as he held out his hand. I smacked it and smiled at him.
“Who’s the guy in the black suit?” I asked. Willie turned towards the stage before smiling back at me.
“why? You looking for a good lay?” He shot back. I rolled my eyes at him. “That’s Elwood blues. I used to be in a band with him and his brother. Brother died so I gave him a place to stay and the job. Makes everything nice with his parole officer.” I nodded as Willie gave me a look.
“Elwood.” I repeated and Willie grabbed my hand.
“Listen to me (Y/N). That man can be trouble when he wants to be. Be careful.” Willie said. I patted his hand and smiled at him.
“don’t worry Willie. I’m always careful.” I assured him. He nodded slowly before waving Elwood over.
“Elwood! Hey Elwood!” I watched as Elwood nodded and headed over by us. “You got an admirer man. This is (Y/N).” Willie clapped me on the shoulder. “Have fun kids.” Willie left us and Elwood stared at me from behind his sunglasses.
“hi.” I said, holding out my hand. Elwood shook it hesitantly.
“hi.” He said, a small smile on his face. “Uh I’m not actually on the menu here…” I could feel Elwood looking me over and I nodded.
“I know. But I’ve been coming in here just to see you perform lately. And Willie pretty much gave us his blessing.” I said. Elwood nodded and ushered me towards a table. “I’m sorry about your brother.”
“how did you…” Elwood looked at me in shock. “Willie.” I nodded and Elwood nodded. “Thank you.” I nodded and we sat in awkward silence for a minute.
“did you uh want to get out of here?” I asked. Elwood smiled at me and nodded. We both headed out to my car. We quickly figured out that we had a lot in common, especially music wise. By the time we got back to my apartment, it was hard to keep our hands off each other. As I struggled to open the door, Elwood kissed along the back of my neck.
“Can’t wait much longer.” He whispered and I reached behind me to hold onto his neck.
“can’t have the neighbors calling in a complaint.” I forced out. “Few more seconds.” I finally succeeded in getting my door open and pulled Elwood in. Once the door was closed, he pinned me against the door and kissed me deeply. I dug my fingers into his hair, making his hat fall to the floor. Elwood pushed his jacket off and started to loosen his tie as we haphazardly stumbled towards my room.
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
warnings: swearing, menstruation
I closed the door behind me and Elwood turned to look at me. I toed off my shoes and dropped my bag at the door.
“hey.” He said, holding his hand out over the back of the couch. “You don’t look good. Long day?” I nodded as I took his hand and let him lead me around the couch.
“Period came just after my break.” I mumbled as I sat down. “I’ve felt like crap even with painkillers.” Elwood brushed my hair off my face and tugged me closer to him. I curled into his side and sighed.
“first day is always the worst.” He said softly. I nodded. Elwood hummed softly as he rubbed my arm. “Anything I can do?” I shrugged.
“dunno.” I mumbled. Elwood nodded. He pulled my legs into his lap, stretching his legs out onto the coffee table, as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“cuddles sound nice.” He mused as he guided my head to his shoulder, making sure that he tucked my head under his chin. “I don’t have plans tonight. I’m all yours.”
“What’s Jake doing tonight?” I asked, finally wrapping my arms around Elwood.
“it’s more like who he’s doing.” He shrugged. “And I usually don’t care to find that out.” I laughed softly and Elwood let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re already feeling better.” I nodded against him again.
“you always seem to know just when I need you.” I said, turning my head to look at Elwood. He smiled down at me and I reached up to cup his cheek.
“Yap.” He said. Elwood leaned down and kissed me softly. “I guess we’ve just known each other long enough that I know you almost as well as you do.” Smiling, I laid back down on him. “Don’t worry about falling asleep. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as he rubbed my back.
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
AN: thanks @illiana-mystery for listening to me go on about this idea and probably waiting patiently for me to get my head out my ass and finally write it.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing
I panted as Elwood thrust up into me. My hands were splayed out on his chest to keep my balance. He smiled up at me as I bounced on his dick.
“won’t…you…take those…damn…sunglasses off?” I asked and elwood chuckled.
“sorry.” He responded as he ground up into me. I moaned as I tried to slow down, only for him to pick up the pace. “I’m sure this makes up for it though.” He ground out. I nodded, head thrown back. Elwoods fingers twitched across my hips, occasionally pressing deep into the muscle when he hit a particular spot that made me see stars and him moan low.
“more than makes up for it.” I moaned. I buried my fingers in his chest hair and tugged lightly. Elwood groaned and threw his head back. Smiling to myself, I locked eyes with him in time to see his eyes slide it in pleasure.
“things you do to me.” He panted. I leaned down to kiss him and hummed happily at the change in angle. “Oh god (Y/N).” He moaned as we broke away.
“Elwood.” I moaned in kind. “God I love you.” I sat back up and tried to meet his thrusts. “So much.”
“I love you too.” He said as he planted his feet behind me and used the leverage to thrust up into me even deeper.
“oh fuck.” I groaned. Elwood chuckled as he did it again. “Fuck elwood.” He squeezed my hips as he smiled at me. Locking eyes with me as the sunglasses slipped down his nose. I went to push them back up but elwood reached up to stop me.
“leave em.” He whispered as he ground up into me again. “I’m nearly there anyway.” I nodded and flexed my fingers against his chest.
“me too.” I whimpered. “Make me cum Elwood.” He growled as he thrust into me with abandon. “oh fuck Elwood. Elwood!” I screamed as I came.
“(Y/N).” Elwood groaned as he came shortly after. I leaned forward on him to catch my breath. “We have to do that again.” He whispered after pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“another time.” I whispered back as I sat up and dismounted him. “I’m exhausted.” I laughed as I laid down next to him, cheek resting on his shoulder and hand absentmindedly playing through his chest hair.
“love you.” Elwood murmured as I drifted off to sleep.
“Love you too.” I murmured back before finally slipping into sleep.
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