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avidfics · 5 months

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Chasing you

Summary: You’ve been on the run from Carol after sending a drunk voicemail. A month later, Carol has found you and doesn’t plan to let you go.

A/N: Came out of a writing hiatus cause I love this woman. There’s not enough carol x reader fics on this app and she gives me the warm fuzzies. Comments and reshares are appreciated :)

Warnings: Pretty PG-13, playful teasing, fluff, some tears, few misspellings, mentions some characters from The Marvels

Three things were painfully obvious as you woke up. This wasn’t your bed. These weren’t your clothes. The “Space Girls Do It Better” sleeveless crop top didn’t belong to you.

Oh, and there was a fluffy, orange flerken licking its genitals ontop of your chest. A pretty deep cleaning by the looks of it.

“Um.” your voice croaked, the result of a long nap. “Mr. Flerken sir, I’m going to move you and place you on the floor-” Three tentacles shoot out from the confines of its mouth, wraps around a nearby metal dresser, and swallow it whole.

An audible nervous gulp can be heard from your throat. “New plan. Leave when it pleases you.”

Armed with the killer fluffball, you creep along the cramped halls of the spaceship and take in the colorful murals that are painted inconsistently through the halls. One reads vaguely familiar, “New Jersey.”

What’s a New Jersey?

In the back of your mind you have a nagging suspicion of the identity of the owner of the ship. But if you were right, then that would be a bigger problem than someone undressing you while you were unconscious.

You enter the main pilot room as a childlike scream jars both you and the flerken.

Kamala Khan’s wide eyed, all teeth smile shines from across the room. “OMG you’re awake!”

“God, no.” you groan. You plead to the heavens that this is all just a stress conjured dream even as the teenager morphs a hard light disk to propel her forward to tackle you into a warm hug. “Kamala, please tell me you're the owner of this ship and you’ve gotten your spaceship driver’s license early?

Her lips curve. “Sure.”

A relieved sigh depletes from your body.

“Sure, I missed you. But this is Carol’s ship. After you left she’s been tracking you for the past few weeks. We got an alert that you were involved in a bar brawl on the planet Aladna yesterday. When she found you, you were already beaten unconscious and bleeding from the attack. Carol scooped you up and took care of your injuries in the med bay.” Her signature dopey smile returns. “She nearly blasted the whole bar apart when she found you. It was epic.” she sighs with a faraway look.

Her smile wouldn’t be so bright if she knew you had no interest in being on the same planet yet alone on a small ship with her honored captain. Your frantic eyes start to scan every nook and cranny of the room. As if Carol would materialize from the launch keys at any moment. You drag Kamala to the control panel and start to hit buttons at random. “No, none of this is epic. Kamala, afraid we need to cut this reunion short. Drop me off at the nearest planet or station. Shoot, give me a space jumpsuit and I’ll simply float outside in outerspace. But I Can Not. Be. Here.”

Kamala gives a sly look at how you’re acting. “Carol said you’d try to jump ship once you woke up.” she smiles as she pets the flerken still in your arms. “Something about you being embarrassed over something moronic.”

And there it was. Until now there was a slim grasp of hope that Carol hadn’t known what you did but this just confirmed not only did she know but she wasn’t going to let it go. Goody. No way would you tell the whole story of how you’d gone out drinking with some Skrull girls because Carol was driving you crazy in her freaking halter tops. Then you found out she was married to a prince! Sure, it was only a political marriage but still the revelation made you want to punch something or someone. So drunk out of your mind, you left the most pathetic voicemail of all time sounding like a teenager with a crush. Talking about how she attracts you more than the rules of gravity. What was that! The voicemail ended with your declaration to take the prince of Aladna in a fight if that’s what it took to get her attention.

In your defense, she does like to fight. So you did punch someone…or several someones at the bar.

“It’s nothing.” you blink away the memory. “Carol didn’t have any right to kidnap me off the planet”

“Aren’t you a little old to be “kidnaped?” the dreaded voice calls out from behind you both.

You whip your head around, guilt written all over your face even as your jaw slackens at the hottest, yet fatigued, space hero in the galaxy.

But at the moment Captain Marvel just looked like Carol. A half smile gracing her lips even as she leans against the entrance. Bare arms out, another damn crop top that barely covers her belly button, and an empty space of tantalizing skin at her stomach before the top half of her supersuit hangs limp at her hips.

It was giving off duty lesbian about to repair an engine and it was making you absolutely feral.

Which is why you held the flerken outstretched in her direction.

“Not another step, Danvers.” you warn. “This flerkin here has taken a liking to me and isn’t afraid to defend me.”

Carol tilts her head and her full teasing smile tasks force, causing a full quiver in your heart.

Taking slow, meticulous steps toward you, not caring about the fur-covered danger dangling from your hands. “You’ve taken a liking to my pet, sweetheart?”

A spurtle of incoherent nonsense leaves your mouth. “It found me when I woke up. I even named him Ginger.”

“Real creative.” her deadpan sarcasm does not go unnoticed. “Put Goose down before he decides to eat you.” You get ready to fight the command but ‘Goose’ does a loud meow and you decide that’s him agreeing with his apparent owner.

Her eyes flicker to the noisy teenager next to you. “Kamala, go find another wall to destroy.”

“Aye aye, captain.” You make a desperate attempt to grab Kamala but the small betrayer just mouths “You’re in trouble.” before prancing away.

With Kamela’s exit the room is too quiet and the once spacious room feels tiny and empty, leaving only the bruising reminder of why you’ve avoided Carol for weeks. Sure, your friend can fly, shoot rays of energy from her fist, and literally crush you with her bare hands but none of that ever scared you. It wasn’t your physical body you were afraid she would break, but the fragile, sensitive heart you always protected. But then there was Carol with her small, gentle smile and her laughing eyes and a warm presence that made you want to be soft instead of sharp with pointy edges.

Under Carol’s gaze you were a giant raw wound that was left open and too exposed. You just knew Carol could see it.

Which is why getting off this ship was imperative. With a new, hardened resolve you turn around and commerce pressing every button in sight.

“You trying to order a pizza? Because there’s an easier way than having us crash into the nearest asteroid.” The pull of her voice is so strong after weeks of zero contact but you ignore it nonetheless. Not that it deters Carol. “But maybe your bad driving is a result of getting your ass whooped down on Aladna.”

She’s baiting you. Do not give in.

“I mean the fact that you got your butt handed to you by a group of people who normally only fight in song has to make you mad, right?” The silence in response finally gets to her as she stomps up to the dashboard controls and undos every button you’ve pushed in concession. Each time she reaches for a button near yours, fingers a centimeter from touching, you yank away and take a step away. She grunts in return and counters with another step closer.

Her next jap finally hits her mark with stinging precision. “Maybe next time you should ask the Prince for backup.”

A response fires out your mouth even as you slam your hand against a particular shiny button. “I had it handled, okay? That pretty boy prince might’ve impressed you somehow but his presence in a fight is as needed as yours is to me right now.” The lie turned your stomach and made you feel like Goose’s shit. “You had no right and no reason to take me off that damn planet because I had it covered. Just drop me off at the nearest planet.”

Carol could smell the lie a mile away. The words bounced off her chest. If anything she was trying to hide her arrogant grin at successfully getting your undivided attention, knowing it would make you more pissed. Which was always an adorable sight.

When her sources flagged a sighting of you on Aladna she’d left the spaceship at supersonic speed to reach you after hunting your trail down for the past month.

At first, friendship was all she needed. But time spent together on various missions gave her deeper understanding on how darn sweet you were despite scratching at anyone who tried to get close.

But once she clicked play on that cute, yet slightly violent, voicemail any vague restraints of being only friends were dashed. Now here you were, her prickly kitten, and she wasn’t going to be deterred by any of your rounded jabs.

Now here you stood. Causing internal issues to her ship's mainframe. Slight bruises marring your delicate skin. All reminders that you’d rather be dropped in outer space than occupy the same room with her. Well tough luck. Patience was never her strongsuit.

A blur out of the corner of your eye was the only warning before the sudden warm body surrounded you from behind. Two unyielding hands grasped yours in an attempt to halt any further error messages from appearing on the dashboard. “Are you not satisfied with my ship, sweetheart? Because you’re awfully determined to break it.” In another determined step she removes any space separating you two until her front is flushed against your back. Tense doesn’t begin to describe how rigid your body gets as you realize, to your detriment, she’s forgone a bra. Even the tiniest move from her causes her soft, malleable breast to move against your back. Your knees buckle even as you silently curse Carol for completely smashing the boundaries of your personal bubble.

Warm fingers grasp each of your hands and her thumbs caress circles on each hand that shoots straight to your flamed core. A whisper of her lips speaks into your ear, tingling all the way into your spine. “Six. There’s six bruises across your delicate body from that stupid fight. But you didn’t need me, huh?”

The touch and slight reprimand in her voice makes your body shiver. “T-that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh?” You peek behind to see her face as her fingers gently travel down your arm. Brows furrowed with an intense glare as she inspects your minor injuries in detail. “But that’s what you said, no?”

In an effort to clutch the last remaining shreds of your pride you squint up at her but end up lowering your glare. “Even if you helped me, that didn’t give you the right to take me off the planet.” you murmur. “And who changed my clothes!”

The gentle hand remains on your arm but the dark look is dashed away, replaced with a serene smile. “Obviously that was me. Like I would allow anyone else to get a peek at what’s mine.” she snorts. As if the idea was simply absurd.

All fight leaves your body at the new startling news that Carol, your Carol, just called you hers PLUS she’s seen you naked?

You gear up to start a rant but two arms twirl you around and hefts you up. Your legs and arms cling to her even as you yell at her to set you down.

Bullheaded Carol ignores you and instead leisurely walks to her pilot seat. As if this was just a normal Tuesday. When she plops in the driver seat, she settles your weight to straddle her hips. Immediately, you try to scramble away but she wraps her arms around you in a metal vise. That damn innocent smile returns. “The chast act ends now. Because I was prepared to let you go but then you left me this.” It’s like a slow motion car accident as she pulls her cell from her pocket and the dreadful voicemail is played at full volume.

Renewed vigor allows you to break out of her arms but you're too slow as one hand holds you in place on her lap. Making you listen to your drunk declaration of love.

The tears come as you're forced to helplessly listen, already anticipating the mockery that was soon to come, except Carol didn’t laugh. Instead, you felt soft, slow kisses press against your wet check, trailing your tears.

Carol nuzzling your neck is the only thing stopping your crying as you realize she wasn’t laughing. Her tired smile and fatigued smile returns. “You're so dramatic, kitten. Don’t ask me what “right” I have to kidnap you and bring you on our ship after you left a message like this for me.

Sensing you were no longer a flight risk, her hard grip releases your wrists. Instead, she traces your face, rubbing away your tear trails. “For now on, you're coming back and helping our missions, warming my bed, and if you start anymore bar fights you better finish them or have your girlfriend there to finish the job for you.”

For the first time in a month, a genuine smile graces your face. Brave enough to fully settle your weight on Carol’s lap, you grasp the nap of her neck to angle her lips for a kiss. When your lips finally connect a deep, dragged out moan leaves Carol’s mouth. Her hands slide up your thighs and squeeze your ass. “Don't run away again.” she warns.

“Aye aye Captain.”

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #the marvels #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers fanfiction #wlw

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coolprettyleo · 3 months

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know its for the better - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking. angst. family angst. kinda fluff. slut shaming. I think I got them all

ryan leonard x hughes sister au

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ryan and frankie walked down one of the busiest streets in boston; frankie hoping to find inspiration and ryan trying the make sure she doesn't kill her self doing so.

he couldn't understand why she was so reckless with her life? she was very loved and important to so many people. i mean he knew he loved her when he first met her. why couldn't she see how amazing she was?

"I have my fake with me, plus the bouncer adores me so i think i can so get you in" she says acting annoyed but secretly happy. even though she wanted to act like ryan coming along with her was a drag, it wasn't. she liked having him here. it made her feel seen.

"frankie, i still dont think this is the way to solve things" he says to her as they get in line to go into frankies favorite bar.

"not everything has to be solved it just has to be dealt with, and this is how im dealing with it" she said with an eye roll.

ryan opened his mouth to say something but stopped when her phone when off. he sees her screen light up with a Group FaceTime call; her brothers. but to his surprise she declines?

"spam call" she waves him off after she sees ryan eye her skeptically.

"you didn't tell them yet?" he said after a moment.

ryan knew her too well.

"nope" she says popping the 'p'. "and I dont plan on it anytime soon" she adds.

"so you just plan to lie to them for the rest of your life?"

"its not lying, its avoiding. I dont lie" she said not looking at him.

"I think you’re scared to tell them because you know once you tell them. It’ll be real" he says looking at her with a challenging look.

"ryan. this is real life right now, your not dreaming" she says sarcastically, wiggling her fingers in his face.

she was so cute. even if she was being a pain in the ass.

they got to the front of the line, where the bouncer was and frankie was quick to whisper something into the bouncers ear. the bouncer eyes running up and down ryan, before ultimately deciding to lift the rope and letting them through.

"I dont think I want to know what you told him" he said to her as she pulled him by his shirt collar. something that he found to drive him crazy.

"dont be dirty, I just told him you were my gay friend. so dont get with any girls tonight please. he'll know im lying"

your the only girl I want.

"im here to watch you, not to get with girls and party" he says seriously as she orders them drinks.

"no. if im going to let you follow me around like a puppy tonight your going to party with me mr. leonard." she says handing him the drink throwing him these eyes. eyes that have gotten her everything she's ever wanted. those eyes. eyes that made ryan want to complete every wish she's ever wished.

"if I take this shot with you, you have to listen to me, tonight. I know you like to run away. so dont"

"okay! yay!" she says as she pinky promises him.

frankies hallway filled with giggles as ryan said another dad joke. she kept her promise and didn’t run away. it was one a.m. and it had honestly been the earliest she came back from a night out. and to her surprise she was only tipsy. ryan had actually kept her good company all night.

"did you hear the rumor about butter" he says while leaning against the wall as she looks for her keys in her purse.

"ryan shutup please" she said laughing.

"okay. I wouldn't want to spread it anyways!"

"oh god" she said as she looked at him with so much adoration. she didn’t realize how much she needed someone to care and to show they cared. the way ryan did.

“thank you ryan” she said seriously. and a thought couldn’t help but bloom over her mood as she realized what was most likely going to happen.

“anytime pretty” he said as starred into the eyes that make him want to do flips off rooftops.

“I know drew is your teammate and everything, but like please dont be a stranger”

“im sorry?” ryan was confused to what she was trying to say.

is she drunk?

“like im saying since i won’t be around as much anymore and you guys are probably going to wanna be respectful to drew and stuff, just dont be a stranger. so please if you, will, and gabe ever see me just dont be afraid to talk to me. i’ll always be nice.”

ryan couldn’t belive his ears. she thought they were all just going to stop talking to her?

“franks. just because my teammate is an asshole doesn’t mean we dont care about you. you are a person who is easy to love and unbelievably smart. and im sorry drew couldn’t see that. you dont deserve that at all” he said looking into her eyes as Frankie’s eyes couldn’t help but water.

this was the nicest thing a guy has ever told her.

“you really think so” she whispered just realizing how close they were standing next to one another. he smelt like what frankie would call a comfort smell. and as she looked at him she just wanted to trace every one of his freckles while he told her everything that’s ever happened to him.

“I do” he said. luckily for ryan. this wouldn’t be the only time in years to come he would say this to frankie. they both leaned in as frankie stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. a kiss that made her stomach do flips. a kiss that made his stomach do flips.

ryan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and bring him closer. the kiss felt like they’ve searched for one another their whole lives. it felt right. time stood still.

ryan pulled away first as he realized they were both tipsy and she was probably more tipsy then him. the insecurity of she was going to act like nothing happened tomorrow creeped up on him.

“what’s wrong” she said with a hand on his cheek. her heart dropping when he pulled away.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t. we shouldn’t. we’ll talk tomorrow, go inside frankie” he said stepping away from her.

“did I do something?” she said feeling her heart drop.

“no- its just- i don’t want you to wake up tmrw and regret this, i want it to actually mean something and I dont want to be just another guy to add to your roster” he says not knowing that made frankie feel like shit.

I mean she knows herself she's the type of person to have a good time. but the fact he just thought she was going to play him? is that what drew thought when she was getting with him.

maybe thats the reason he never opened up to me

“dont worry your far from it now ryan!. have a good life” she said opening her door.

“frankie i didn’t mean it like that-“

he couldn’t even explain himself because the door had already slammed in his face.

frankie didn’t know why ryan saying that hurt her so much but it did. he basically just called her a whore in her mind and she wanted to run into her room and scream into pillow. but of course her life never went her way.

standing inside were two out of her three brothers looking like they wanted to strangle her.

“where the hell have you been” luke yelled. as jack got off the phone with whoever he was talking to. mumbling something about how frankie just walked in.

frankie was actually speechless. she never thought her brothers would make the trip to boston to see why the hell she was ignoring them.

“out of all the irresponsible things you’ve done in your life , this has to be the worst. mom was so close to calling the cops. she’s on her way with dad. we thought you were dead!” jack scolds her as she takes off her coat.

"thats a little dramatic"

"no! it isn't. we gave you space but then imagine our surprise when your coach calls and says you quit!" luke counters back. "if your having a manic episode or whatever they call it, tell us. we'll help you" Luke adds in a gentler tone.

frankie wanted to do nothing but run away as she just starred at them. the fear she had been running away since she quit was standing in her living room and they were standing their angry.

"does mom and dad know" she said after a long silence.

"yes. we all have. we've been waiting for you to own up to it and tell us though" jack answered.

"is everyone mad at me" she said as her eyes filled up with tears.

"im mad that you've had us worried sick. I mean I had to resort to asking rutger and gavin to ask their world jrs teammates if they've seen my own sister" Luke said with a scolding look. one that looked scarily similar to her mothers.

"dont listen to him, I dont know why you were s scared to just tell us. its not going to change anything between us" jack said as he walked over to his little sister and gave her a hug.

frankie didn't like hugs. she felt so awkward with them but in that moment she wanted nothing but to sob into her older brothers arms like she once did when the other girls at school were making fun of her because she played hockey and didn't do dance or cheer like the rest of them. she needed her family.

"cmon Luke" she said opening her arm out to her brother who stood of to the side. Luke accepting because he could never stay mad at his little sister.

"just dont ever do this again. if you want attention go find yourself a lover or something" Luke said laughing as they pulled away.

"hey! none of that" jack said not thinking anyone was ever going to be good enough for his sister.

"dont worry jack, I need a break from boys" she said with a sigh as she remembered what happened with ryan about ten minutes ago.

"dont talk to us about your boy problems thats why you have Quinn" jack said gagging.

"quinn also wants you to call him" jack said as he started walking to her guest bedroom.

"you good?" Luke said as he started settling into her couch and noticed her sister looked as if her mind was far else where.

how do I tell him I ruined my reputation. everyone thinks im a slut.

"I dont know"

#nhl imagine #ryan leonard #frankie x ryan #gabe perreault #will smith hockey #nhl imagines #bc hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine #gabe perreault x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #hughes sister

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darlingsfandom · 15 days

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hii can i request young reader x older cillian where they are recently married , despite the controversy, and him and reader have been trying for a baby and one day shes pregnant and hes like so happy

FLUFF & SMUT!

TW: P in V, unprotected sex!

“Oh Mr. Murphy!” You teased as you climbed into bed with your new husband! Husband?! Yes, husband. You still couldn’t believe it that you’re actually married to Cillian. He was cozied up in the blankets with a book in hand and his reading glasses perched on his nose, a dream come true. Cillian peeked up at you and smiled as you stood there in just an oversized t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

“Baby, we’re married now , ya can call me Cillian.” He chuckled. You tilted your head and cloned into his lap making him put his book away on the bedside table.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“The last time ya said that ya ended up on ya knees at ta golden globes .” He poked your bottom lip which lead to his fingers in your mouth. He watched as you greedily sucked on them.

“Okay okay, wat ya tinkin?” He pulled his fingers out making you pout for a second.

“I want you to put a baby in me!” You smiled ear to ear as Cillians eyes went wide.

“Ya want me ta put a baby in ya?” His hand rested on your stomach. You nodded slowly while grinding your hips into his.

“Are ya sure? Ya know ya press is still hounding us.” He cupped your face and ran his thumbs over your cheeks slowly. He wanted to protect you. He knew how’d they’d be. It’s been in the news how you’re a gold digger and that you don’t love him and it’s all an act! But none of it was true! So when your wedding pictures came out, everyone ate them up!

“I’m sure Cillian! I want to make a beautiful family with you. I want this!” Your words melted his heart. How could you deny you anything?

“Ya know … makin da baby is ta fun part!” He smirked before attaching his lips to yours. Your lips moved in sync with his slowly at first like time was moving slowly while you sat on his lap. Your hands moved up into his hair when you opened your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue. It was sensual , romantic and passionate . Cillian laid you on your back , hiked up the bottom of your shirt and spread your thighs slowly. His lips kissed along the arm skin of your inner thighs gently while he laid on his stomach in front of you.

“Going to put a baby in ya one way or another sweetheart.” He mumbled against your soft skin. You laid there lifting your hips as Cillian got on his knees and aligned the head of his cock against your pussy. Your mouth fell into an “O” shape when he pushed the head in. “No matter how many time it takes, gonna make ya a mommy.”

“Cillian!” You cried in pleasure as his words struck your core. “Put a baby in me !” You pulled your knees up and back as he thrusted in and out of your wet pussy. He held onto your legs after throwing them over his shoulders so he could get as deep as possible.

“Gonna put a baby in ya Y/N! Gonna make ya ta prettiest mommy!” His thrusts picked up as he fucked you nice and deep. You laid there moaning out his name with some soft whimpers when he’d hit your sweet spot. Cillian was determined that he was going to fuck a baby in you . Both of you came at the same time , pulling him closer into you so his cum will stay into you. Cillian didn’t pull out, he waited holding your legs up high and hips angled just right.

After a few weeks of animalistic sex in different positions you hear hoping that there was a baby in you.

“Darlin?” Cillian yelled out as he came inside from being out at an interview . Nothing big just something for a local newspaper. You were on the bathroom waiting the test results. You were so busy pacing back and forth that you didn’t even notice Cillian leaning against the bathroom door.

“Baby?” His voice took you by surprise making you jump.

“Oh my god!” You grabbed your chest and giggled. “You scared me!”

“I see that! Are you okay?” He came up to you and wrapped his arms around you. You looked over at the counter and so did he . He seen the test and looked back at you.

“Do ya know?”

“Not yet, about another two minutes.” You held onto him tightly. Who knew two minutes would feel like a century ? You hummed softly as he held you.

Two minutes passed.

You walked over to the test and gasped making Cillian run to you.

“I can’t read these tings?” He held up the stick with furrowed eyebrows. He tilted it on its side before you grabbed it out of his hands.

“It says… you’re going to be a daddy!” You grinned ear to ear before his face of shock turned to excrement ! He spun you around and kissed your face all over! The press was going to go nuts over this if this gets out! Neither of you cared though because you both got what you wanted, a family!

#au cillian murphy #cillian murphy drabble #cillian murphy masterlist #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy au #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy x fem!reader #emsblurbs

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percyjavksongf · 5 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞☆

➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 (𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟏𝟖𝟖

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐚𝐦, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 <𝟑

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

-𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜

Your boots had hit the ground hard, flying down the dirt path uncaring of the flecks of mud that stuck to the cream coloured dress that danced wildly around your ankles. The sun was setting over the land and it bid farewell with a kiss of colour. Oranges, yellows, pinks, and blues spread across the sky in a perfect harmony, it truly was your favourite part of the day. You continued on your run, your mother could scold you if she caught glimpse but you just had so much energy in you that you couldn’t help but let it out somehow, and you also delighted in how much your dress puffed up and swirled around with the wind.

Finally landing in the front yard, you slowed down and rested your hands against your knees, gripping the fabric there for a moment to catch your breath, you lifted yourself up and spun around to look back at where you came from, the trees swayed slightly in the breeze but you couldn’t take your eyes off the sunset, it seemed to become more beautiful every time you looked at it.

You walked backwards a few steps before swinging around on your heal, scanning the yard to see if any of your fathers workers were still hanging around this late into the evening, your eyes landed on a man leaning up against the fence, staring shamelessly at you. Your smile was uncontainable as you stared back for a moment before glancing away, you strolled at a delightfully calm pace over and up onto your varanda. You leaned forward to rested your bare fore arms against the fence, making a point of looking away from the man in front of you, who’s eyes you could feel burning into your face. But you had learnt quickly that Billy was as determined as they come, and confident, he was a man who would happily walk the stretch of the farm to come talk to you.

You raised a hand to shield your eyes from the setting sun, struggling to contain a grin at the sight of Billy walking over to you, the way his body bathed in the sun made him look even more handsome then any man you’ve ever seen, his dark hair glowed enchantingly in the dying light, giving off a golden hue. You were completely unable to remove your attention from the man who now only stood a few feet in front of you, internally scolding yourself at the obviousness, as much as you’d love to show Mr Bonney just how much you appreciated his presence around the farm, you knew your father would be no quicker to try shoot the man.

“evening’ Mr Bonney” you spoke, your voice deliciously sweet.

god you were hopeless.

Billy’s smile never seemed to falter around you, it almost seemed to double in size when you started talking to him too.

“evening’ sweetheart” Billy beamed, removing his hat and hanging it off the fence post next to him. The nickname made your heart squeeze, you swear he was a dream. You noted how his face was flushed from a mixture of the days work and the burning sun, it had been a wonderfully warm day and you could only imagine how hard it must’ve been to be out working in it all day.

“do you need anything, Mr Bonney? I can grab you a glass of water if need be” your played with your fingers absent-mindedly, hoping the flush on your face wasn’t too apparent, he had such a way of making you so nervous without having to do anything. Billy let out a small chuckle and you prayed he couldn’t tell how shamelessly you were staring at his oh-so kissable lips

“you’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? I’ve told you darlin’ call me Billy. No need for the formalities” he spoke light heartedly but the deepness in his tone was breath taking.

You nodded with a small grin “okay, Billy”

it felt strange to call him by his name, you’ve known Billy for quiet some time but you’d always made sure to stay polite, that’s what your mother had always taught you. And deep down you also believed that if you started calling Billy by his first name that you’d never be able to utter another word besides that again.

The two of you watched each other for awhile, paying no heed to the comfortable silence between you, your eyes made their way down his frame before landing on his arm, you sucked in a quiet breath at the dried blood you saw smeared there. Your body moved before your head could even catch up, you had flew down the steps of your varanda and had gently taken hold of Billy’s arm. Billy stood wordlessly as you examined his injury, it wasn’t a deep gash but it was lined with dirt gathered over the day, if it wasn’t sorted it would definatley lead to infection.

“it’s nothing sweetheart, truly. Just a scratch I got earlier this morning” he spoke softly, his much larger hand coming up to cover your hand with his. You shifted your eyes upwards to meet his, you never realised how much taller Billy was then you, and seemingly neither had he, you both soaked up the imagine in front of you. You shook your head slightly in disagreement and to also bring you back to your senses, you were being awful obvious.

“I’ll clean it up for you, it mightn’t be a terrible cut but it’s better safe than sorry Mr Bonney-uh, Billy, sorry” you took a step back but kept your hand intertwined with Billy’s, giving it a small tug of encouragement to have him follow you into the house. Billy followed you instantly but quipped in a few times, saying it was fine and that he didn’t want to bother you truly, each protest you brushed off.

“is your mother home? I don’t believe she’d be mighty happy finding me in here alone with you”

you were glad you had your back turned to him, searching through your cabinet for some alcohol to use as disinfectant and a roll of bandages, he couldn’t see the way your teeth immediately sunk into your lower lip at what he was implying. You gathered what you needed and guided Billy to sit in the chair in front of where you were standing, you dumped everything on the wooden table beside you and got to work.

“no need to worry, Ma’s gone off to town for the evening with a few friends. Daddy’s off in the saloon with some boys from work, I’m surprised you’re not with them” you questioned curiously, Billy’s never turned down a chance to win some quick cash playing poker with your dad before.

“eh just wasn’t feeling up for it today” you eyed him suspiciously, earning a melodic laugh from him “I mean it, I swear. Just had other thing’s in mind that I wanted to do instead” his tone seemed to drop slightly at the end and a shiver ran up your spine, you eyes stayed firmly on the wound before you, marvelling in the way his fingers tapped against the exposed skin on your elbow as you worked.

“this might hurt a bit” you whispered, pouring some alcohol onto a rag, you ran it on the surrounding skin before ultimately pressing it gently into the wound itself, earning a quiet hiss from Billy

“m’sorry” you said softly, finally grabbing the bandages to wrap him up. His fingers had now changed their tune and were drawing small swirls on your skin

“s’alright darlin’, thank you for patching me up, don’t know what I’d do without you”

you smiled to yourself and made a knot with the left over bandage, tucking the knot down and moving to put away the left over alcohol on the table.

“I think you’d be just fine, you know I’ve heard you’re pretty good at taking care of yourself” you tease, reaching up to slot the drink back into it’s original place, you heard Billy shuffle out of his chair and walk over to you

“you talk about me, sweetheart’?” you turn quickly in your spot, your back pressed up against the counter top behind you, Billy stood a mere three feet away, smirking down at you. You rolled your eyes at the sight, he could be such a confident bastard.

“I heard the guys talking about you one day, said you have a pretty good shot. Not sure how much I believe it though” the playfulness in your voice was evident, obviously you knew how good Billy was with a gun, it was all your father would talk about whenever Billy got brought up in conversation.

You’d never get over Billy’s laugh, it was so genuine and heart warming, having you smile without a choice. “I know you’ve seen me shoot, angel, you don’t think I’ve seen you watching from the top window?”

you look away bashfully, wondering how many times he had caught you watching him in the past.

Your gaze shifted down and you watched Billy cross the few feet that rested between you, bring a hand down and lean against the bench behind you, you realised Billy had you cornered and you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy it. His free hand made quick work of tilting your head up to look him straight on, once he knew he had your full attention he let his hand wander down to rest on your jaw, caressing his thumb against your warm cheek. You stared up at him starry-eyed, unsure of where to rest your own hands, you opted for holding them against your stomach and fiddling with you fingers.

“this alright, sweetheart?” he spoke, rasing a brow to you. You nodded your head and leaned into his touch ever so slightly, still too nervous to believe this was actually happening. Billy was a big name around town, and from what you’ve heard there are a lot of girls interested in him, so being the one he’s currently pinning against a counter was something you didn’t believe would happen outside of your daydreams.

“I need words, angel” he said, brushing his thumb into the apple of your cheek

“yes, Billy. it’s good” you spoke gently but loud enough for him to hear, worried he’d take his hands off of you. He smiled down at you and you reached a hand up to his belt ring to tug him closer, taking the outlaw by surprise. He welcomed the new found closeness gladly and you relished in how much bigger he was than you, holding you snugly against the counter behind you, all you could see and breath was him.

Your hands drifted upwards and you pushed his jacket aside slightly to mess with his buttons, you felt anxious, unsure of what he planned to do next. Yous spent a couple of minutes taking each other in, his hands explored your waist as he asked about your day, as if he didn’t have you in this thrilling position, you tried answering him with the best of your abilities, hoping the slight shake in your voice wasn’t obvious. You wondered how long he’d do this, you never took him to be such a tease. Your ran a steady hand down his chest and continued playing with the buttons down there, this must’ve done something to Billy because before you knew it he had crossed the basically none existent line between you and you’re standing chest to chest, the position making you have to angle your head uncomfortably, as if sensing your predicament, his hands reached down and gripped at your thighs, pulling you up onto the counter top. You gasp at how easily he’d grabbed you and you noted the smug look on his face at your shock. Billy slotted himself between your legs easily, he made a point of sliding his hands up your thighs painfully slow and you didn’t bother contain your huff of annoyance.

Billy snapped his eyes from his progressing hands to your face instantly

“so eager” he breathed out tauntingly, you could feel his hands holding you tighter, pulling you legs around his hips.

“you’re such a tease” you retorted, trying to settle your breathing which had become more ragged as his hands progressed. A pinch to your thigh through the thin fabric of your dress made you jump, sending a glare to the man shortly after. One final tug had your hips meeting his, you felt like the whole world around you had stopped, his hands had left your thighs and laid flat behind you, either side of your body. Even in this position he towered over you, he leaned his body into yours and brought his head down, now only a few inches away from yours. You stared up at him, spellbound by how little distance was between you.

“you want me to kiss you?” he spoke more so like it was a statement then a question, staring down at your through hooded eyes. You almost laughed at how confident his words sounded but how desperate he looked. Almost.

“please, Billy” you murmured back, your noses brushing against his as you try close the gap between you two, you listen to the shaky breath he exhales before moving his hands to grasp onto your waist

“sweet fuckin’ thing” is all you hear before Billy’s lips come crashing down onto yours, he kisses you like he’s been starved, completely unashamed on how badly he needs you. You let out a small moan which is swallowed up by Billy’s eager mouth, your hands moved to grab at the sides of his face, the stubble prickling against your palms. His hands ran along your lower back, trying to pull you as close as possible. When you broke apart to catch your breath you observed the line of saliva connecting his mouth to yours, you find his awaiting mouth soon after and continue kissing him like he’s your last meal. Billy bit down on your lower lip, earning a whine from you and access to him. Your hands moved up to settle in his curls, you’ve always wanted to know how his hair would feel running through your fingertips, you’d have never imagined what it feel like to pull on them. You tugged his hair in attempts to pull him in deeper and your hands ran quickly back to his face when he lets out a guttural groan.

You’d have stayed perched up on that counter top all night if you hadn’t heard the familiar sounds of hoofs patting into the hard earth, your fathers shouts as he laughed with some of the men he must’ve gone out with. You jumped at the sound and moved quickly, pushing Billy into the corner and peering out the window, fuck, he had come home so much earlier than you thought. You didn’t notice Billy had slid up next to you until you found his head resting on your shoulder, looking curiously around outside until he spotted the source of your panic

“oh fuck” was all you heard before you felt him wrap his hands around your waist, lifting you off the counter and grabbing your hand in his,

“you gotta go-” you whispered, knowing your father would be in the door any minute now

“I know I know, just- wait” Billy’s hands moved to try smother down your hair, in the moment you were only thinking of Billy, you hadn’t even thought of the state you must be in right now. You tuck your hair behind your ears and reach for Billy’s hand, racing him towards the back door. You had to go through the sitting room to get to it so it brought you a few moments more for now, you unlock the door and move aside to let Billy go, you’d assume he’d go running out the door but he continued to look at you

“Billy-” your cut off by his lips against yours and you can’t help smiling into the kiss, letting him press a few more quick pecks before pushing him away again

“come on we’re pushing it here” you laugh, guiding the man out the door. Billy turns around and intertwined your hands once more

“can I see you again, tomorrow maybe? Look, I don’t want you thinking I’m just here to mess around. I wanna take you out” his confident demeanour falters for a moment “well, only if you want to go out with me of course”

“I’d love to go out with you, Billy” you grin, noting how in the sunshine and moonlight, he seems to shine just as bright.

With that you lean up to press one last kiss to Billy’s cheek, he sends you a quick wink and is off into the night. You rushed to shut the door behind him and lean up against it, trying to process what had just happened, and if it had actually happened or you just had the most vivid dream of your life.

“honey, could ya’ come here for a moment?” your fathers voice broke you from your haze and you made sure to walk out calmly to the kitchen, praying to God Billy did a good job at making you look presentable.

“how was your evening?” you smile, letting him press a quick kiss to your forehead. He seemed to be in a brilliant mood so you’re guessing he’s won big tonight.

“it was good, hon. same old stuff-it wouldn’t interest you too much. But um, I was just wondering if Billy Bonney was around this evening?”

the mention of Billy’s name made your blood run cold, you swore no one was around when you brought Billy into the house, you just prayed if your father did somehow find out, that Billy had made it far enough off the property

“I’m not sure, I’ve been up in my room all evening” a horrible lie yes but it was all you could think of.

“nah it’s fine love, just saw his hat on the post outside. Never seems to go anywhere without it that’s all” with that he gave you a pat on the shoulder and walked off into the living room. You let out a heavy breath and made your way upstairs, the events of today taking a tole on you, it was hard to fall asleep though, ever time you’d close your eyes you’d relive how Billy was holding you and smile so hard you’d swear your face would split in two, you’d finally scolded yourself for acting like a love sick school girl and rolled over to face the window. You’d better get some sleep soon anyways, you’d have to be up to find an outfit to wear to your date tomorrow.

a/n: ok I'm in my Tom Blyth era and i'm sorry but i can't bring myself to write a fic about president snow so we're gonna stick with the cowboy alright. Also forgot that billy the kid was a real person in history lol. Anyways i deadass wrote this in an hour and a half, its currently 3am and i have an exam tomorrow so lets goooooooooooooo

#tom blyth #x reader #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #billy bonney x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow #ballad of songbirds and snakes

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Overwhelmed Pt 2

Soft!Dom!Eddie x Sensitive!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Description: your relationship with Eddie is fresh, but when you find out he will take care of you and make you feel safe, you feel like you can take the next step with him.

Part 2 of Overwhelmed. part 1 here

Warnings: NSFW, (minors DNI or I'll poke you with my pitchfork) Hella fluff, touch of angst, loads of smut, reader uses she/her pronouns, pet names (sweetheart, princess etc) slight panic attack/over stimulation, 1 use of y/n, f!fingering, m!handjob, slight spit play, p in v protected sex, loss of reader virginity.

A/N: ahhh this is so cute! it was hard to write but I hope it came out as good as it is in my head, really want it to stand up to the original fic. As usual I'm English so soz for any weird American stuff, I try! Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

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Sunlight streams into the room through the makeshift red curtains casting an orange glow. A yellow ray pierces the centre, a travelling shaft of light highlighting the swirling dust in the air. This sliver of sun appears to be your reason for waking, shining into your eyes.

Scrunching your face at the invading brightness, you take in your surroundings. Still in the messy, boyish bedroom, posters adorning every available wall space. Bed covers sprawled haphazardly over the both of you. You remain where you went to sleep, head on Eddie's chest, arm draped across him. You can feel the peaceful, up and down, gentle movement of his breathing. Both of his arms were wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid you'd flee in the dead of night.

His face looks so serene and untroubled. You trace the line of his jaw with your eyes, looking at his cheekbones, the slope of his nose, how his messy hair falls around his face, framing it. He looks like an angel.

Pressing kisses to his chest, on top of his tattoo, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Eddie's nose wrinkles adorably at your attention, and finally his eyes open.

"Mornin' beautiful." His voice was cracked, deep and groggy from sleep.

"Hey handsome." You smile up at him.

Kissing you on the forehead and grinning against you, he can't seem to help saying, "you stayed."

"You asked me to." You poke him teasingly.

"Well I'm glad you did' he said, pulling you in for an even tighter embrace.

"I can't stay much longer. If my parents get home and I'm not there they'll freak."

Eddie pouts, stroking your arm. "Can you stay long enough for me to make you breakfast?"

"Are you offering to cook for me Eddie Munson?" You stare at him incredulously.

"Does heating frozen waffles count?"

"Sounds great," you giggle, pulling him in for a kiss.

Pretty soon you were both sitting at the table, eating waffles and maple syrup. Eddie wearing sweats, you in your skirt and flannel shirt (and no underwear since he still refused to give them back.)

You had been worried that after last night something would change between you. Maybe he wouldn't like you as much, or it would be awkward. Seems like you were right; something had changed. You both couldn't stop stealing glances at each other and smiling. God, you were smiling so much your face hurt. Everything seemed natural, easy.

The front door flew open, startling you.

"Oh hey Wayne, this is y/n. My girlfriend." He beamed, clearly pleased as punch at being able to say that "Sweetheart, this my uncle Wayne."

"Oh," he said, "good morning miss, feel like I know you already, Eddie won't shut up about you."

You blush and hold out your hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr Munson."

Wayne looks over your shoulder at Eddie "you could teach my nephew some manners." He grabs your hand. "Pleasure to meet you too." Giving you a firm hand shake.

"No, if y'all'd excuse me, imma take a shower and head to bed. Long night." And he heads off to the bathroom.

You turn to face Eddie. "So, been talking about me, huh?"

Eddie flushes, managing to say "well, what can I say? You're my dream girl."

"Who would have guessed? Eddie Munson is a cheese ball." You stand up, finished with your breakfast, and poke your tongue out at him.

Pulling you into his lap suddenly, you squeal. "Sweetheart, if I'm cheesy it's your fault." Pressing kisses to your neck.

You whimper, the unexpected attention sending shivers down your torso. "Eddie, fuck."

"That's never gonna get old." He smiles, stroking your back. "Let me grab a t shirt and I'll take you home." You smile back and kiss the tip of his nose.

********************

The next day at lunch, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire are already seated in the cafeteria when you enter.

"Hey boys" you smile, moving toward your usual spot. A chorus of 'heys' greets you. No different from any other day.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie winks at you. He's not told them. You could tell by the maniacal grin on his face. He probably wants this to be dramatic. Of course he does, it's Eddie.

Well, here goes nothing.

Instead of sitting in your usual seat, next to Eddie, you flop down straight into his lap.

"Hey."

You kiss him, hard. Eddie's eyebrows raise as high as they can go, hands hovering in shock for a moment, before they come to rest at your waist. Your hands move into his hair as you deepen the kiss. You're pretty sure you can hear gasps around you, or something very much like it. It all sounds like it's underwater, unimportant. Breaking the kiss, you gaze at Eddie's face.

Eddie looks back at you with glassy eyes and chuckles. "Wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it."

"Oh you're mine. Everyone needs to know." You smirk at him, hand possessively held to his chest.

Finally breaking eye contact, you look at the other members of your party.

"Holy shit!" Mike's jaw drops.

"I fuckin' knew it" Gareth says to Jeff, pointing an accusing finger at you both. Jeff shakes his head in shock.

Dustin, on the other hand, just looks pleased. "About time" he grinned.

"How did you know?" You say to Dustin, puzzled. When your eyes flick back to Eddie he looks just as surprised as you.

"Duh, it's like Steve says, you can feel it. The electricity. It's like, super obvious."

Eddie smirks, "electricity, eh?" And runs his hand up the back of your t shirt, stroking softly at your skin. His other hand rubs up your thigh. You shiver, feeling his delicate touches send bolts of arousal through you, face flushing. Thinking of reprimanding him for being so forward at school, you turn your head to face him. His eyes are dark, smile almost villainous. You can't risk telling him off lest a wanton moan escape your lips, especially when he looks that hot.

Getting out of Eddie's lap, you pull him by the wrist out of the cafeteria, eliciting cat calls and wolf whistles from your friends. Yanking him outside, you pout at him.

"Eddie you can't do that to me at school."

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your throat. "I missed you."

You laugh at that. "It's been like 24 hours!"

He keeps pressing kisses to your neck, hand stroking at your waist. "Actually," in between kisses, "its more like 30. Torture."

"Eddie, Jesus." Just the small amount of attention to your neck and side has your body buzzing with warmth.

Eddie pulls away, hands in the air.

"Sorry sorry sorry, you're just, you're perfect. You, do things to me. I just want to eat you up or something, I don't know." He laughs, hand stroking the back of his neck.

You smile shyly at him, "you already did."

Eddie's face turns pink, but he flashes a devilish grin all the same.

"Can I take you out? We could go grab some burgers on Friday or something? Maybe go back to mine afterwards?"

"That sounds real nice Eddie." You peck him on the cheek.

"So, ready to go back inside and face the hoard?"

"Sure." He takes your hand in his and you both walk back inside, lovesick smiles plastered on your faces.

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When Friday night rolls around, Eddie comes to yours to pick you up. When you open the door he's practically vibrating with excitement.

"Hey sweetheart!" He goes to kiss you full on the mouth; you turn your head so he only manages to graze your cheek with his lips. Looking confused, you nod your head over your shoulder. As if on cue, your mom pops her head out of the kitchen.

"Ah, this is must be Eddie, pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasures all mine Mrs y/l/n." He holds his arm out, and your mom shakes his hand.

"Ok, ok," you say, slinging your bag on your shoulder, "you met him, he's not an axe murderer, we're leaving now." And you push Eddie through the door.

"Ok bye sweetie have fun!"

You grab Eddie by the arm and pull him towards his van.

"Woah sweetheart no need to rip my arm out the socket!"

"There is unless you want to deal with my Dad."

"Oh ok shit lets move" and he sprints dramatically to his van. You shake your head and jog after him, your skirt flapping at your knees.

Once he starts driving, he only moves about 50 feet then stops.

"What are you-"

"Shhh" he whispers, putting his finger to your lips. Eyes darting around, he looks like a mad man.

"I think the coast is clear." Grabbing your face he kisses you full on the lips. It's sloppy and loud, a caricature of a kiss. You laugh into him, pulling away from his antics.

"You're an idiot Eddie."

"Yeah, and you like me." He says right back in a sing song voice. He sticks his tongue out at you then starts driving again. Eventually, you pull to a stop at a local diner.

"I hope this is okay, I mean its nothing fancy, but the food is-"

"It's great Eddie." Patting his hand, reassuring him.

Gesturing to your bag you ask, "can I leave this in the back?"

"Sure. Erm, why'd bring it if you don't need it?" Tilting his head toward you with the question.

"It's just my overnight bag."

Eddie's hands fly to his face and his eyes practically roll to the back of his head.

"Holy shit sweetheart you gonna stay?"

"Yeah, I mean, I thought that's what you meant when you said we'll go back to yours? I mean if it's okay, I already asked my mom."

"Let me think... Er, hell yeah?" Reaching to hold the back of your head he plants another kiss to your mouth. This time it's sensual, all soft lips and softer tongue. His other hand holds your jaw, stroking your chin with his thumb. A wave of silken pleasure glides through you as you moan into him, your hands grabbing onto his t shirt to anchor you to this realm. Without it you fear you could float away, lost in his kiss.

He pulls away whilst you stare at him glassy eyed, utterly smitten.

"So, back to mine yeah?" You giggle at his eagerness, sparking you out of your dreamlike state.

"Eddie, I think we need to at least eat something."

"Okay okay, you win let's go."

When you walk into the diner you fear you may already have a problem. There's a jukebox playing tinny music in the corner, plates are rattling, a couple are bickering at the counter, the lights are too bright. It's a lot to take in all at once. You feel your breath hitch, mild panic tensing your muscles.

Eddie moves you to a booth, which helps but not entirely. He's chatting, talking about what happened a couple of nights ago in the D&D campaign. Giving clipped answers in return, you try to calm and centre yourself but it doesn't seem to be working.

A glass breaks somewhere, the shattering noise making you flinch. Staring at Eddie with wide eyes, he frowns and strokes your hand. Without meaning to, you recoil at the touch.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?" He asks, concern coating his words thickly.

You want to say a hundred things, a thousand things. You want to tell him the lights are too bright and the noise is too much and you can't think clearly. That you can't focus on his touch when there's so much going on. You want to say you're not a freak for feeling like this even if you believe that you are. You want to tell him not to run away, not to leave you, because you do want him to touch you, it's just all too much.

Nothing of the sort can make it past the lump in your throat. Staring at him, eyes pleading for mercy, for understanding, all you struggle out is "I- I can't..."

Frustrated tears form in the creases of your eyes and you wipe them away angrily.

"Hey, woah don't cry sweetheart! What can I do? Do you want to leave?" He reaches over to touch you again but stops himself in time.

You nod pathetically, more tears forming.

You're ruining everything.

Eddie gets up and leads you out the diner, arms herding you, wanting to provide comfort but desperately attempting not to touch you.

He opens the door for you and you make your way into his van, feeling a little better now you're somewhere safe. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm down.

"Was it too much?" Eddie's voice is soft, quiet, as if he's afraid to break you with it. You can't risk looking at him, you'll cry again, so you simply nod.

"Are you still hungry?" Another nod.

"You know what you want?" This time you do turn to look at him, eyes a bit wild, trying to tell him telepathically that there's no way in hell your brain can make a decision right now.

Eddie understands.

"Tell you what sweetheart, their cheeseburgers are amazing, I'll get us some, and a milkshake. I'll be right back. You okay waiting here?"

Smiling weakly, you reach over and squeeze his hand. He squeezes right back, looking at you with the softest eyes.

While you wait for his return, you take your time looking around the inside of the van. You touch the pile of tapes he has, looking at them one by one. Fingers trail across the dashboard, moving a small amount of dust, feeling the bumpy surface beneath your fingertips. The smell helps. There's an ancient air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror but it must be dead, because all you can smell is cigarettes, weed and Eddie. The fragrance engulfs you, tells you you're safe. Grounds you.

Upon his return, he hands you the food and the biggest milkshake you think you've ever seen in your life.

"Jesus Eddie that's huge."

He looks over and sees you holding the milkshake.

"Impressive isn't it?" He smirks and winks at you. Blushing you turn away, trying not to think of what he's implying.

Eddie drives for around ten minutes or so, until he finds a dirt track hidden by trees. Reversing into it and stopping, he helps you out the front of the van and opens the back doors. After putting a musty blanket down for you both to sit on, you take a seat, food and milkshake between you.

You sit relatively quietly, though there's some hushed conversation between you. Staring out at the trees and the sunlight dappled through them, it's beautiful.

The burger is surprisingly good, though the fries are a little cold now. The milkshake is delicious, chocolate flavoured with milk and ice cream, and you share it between you.

You pass him the last of the milkshake.

"I cant have any more of that, I'll explode." He says.

"Just take it away from me, save me from myself."

He chuckles and takes it away, putting it in a bag with the rest of the trash.

"You feeling better now sweetheart?"

"Yeah, tons." Pausing for a second, you blurt out "I'm really sorry!"

"Hey, it's okay." He leans forward, and stops. "er, can I touch you now?"

You climb into his lap, arms around his neck.

"Okay I'll take that as a yes." He holds you close as you try and explain.

"It's just too much, I couldn't deal with it, and when that happens it's hard to speak. I'm awful at making decisions when I'm like that. I didn't want to ruin our date."

"Hey, nothings ruined." He strokes your back. "I think you improved it, this is nicer than some diner!" Kissing you on the forehead he says "thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me take care of you."

You stare back into his calming eyes, still laced with concern. You've never wanted to say 'I love you' more than in this moment. Knowing it's too soon, and you don't want to frighten him away, you settle for planting a soft kiss to his lips.

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An hour later you're both in Eddie's room, listening to music, your legs draped over his. You're passing a joint back and forth, enjoying each other's company. He hasn't stopped touching you the entire time.

Eddie's stroking you, fingers whispering across your skin, tracing your bare leg, over and over. You feel peaceful, even though every movement was making you hum with desire.

"You really can't help it can you?" You smile kindly at Eddie.

"Help what sweetheart?"

"Touching me." Your smile growing wider.

"Oh I'm sorry, I suppose I can't-" he moves to shift position away from you, but you grab his hand.

"Please don't stop."

The smile that creeps across his face is simply diabolical.

His hands make their way back to your thighs, stroking gently, higher and higher. Your skirt gets bunched up almost to your waist as he continues to move up your leg.

You wiggle in place, carnal desire building up in you. Surely he could feel the heat that was pouring from between your thighs?

Eddie gets up and kneels between your legs. You look at him, biting your lip, unable to stop the feeling of nerves and excitement bubbling in your stomach. He strokes your knees, head tilted to the side.

"You okay princess?"

You flush, nodding at him.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to rush you-"

You look him in the eye and pull your tank top over your head. Laying there in front of him, skirt hiked up displaying your black panties, matching bra barely covering your breasts. You unbutton your skirt, slip it off and toss it to the floor.

"Holy hell." Eddie stares at you for a while, hands compulsively stroking your knee.

Eddie slowly pulls his t shirt over his head. You'd seen him shirtless, less than a week ago, but this seems different. Serious. His lithe, pale body, such a stark contrast to his tattoos, was kneeling right before you. Bare chested apart from his guitar pick necklace.

"You're really hot." The words come unbidden, spill words falling from your mouth.

Eddie laughs "you're kidding right? Have you seen you? You're fucking perfect sweetheart."

He leans over you and kisses you on the lips, so so softly. His lips are velvety smooth, crushing into yours. You both open your mouths to each other. Tongues pressing heat into each other, your bodies mimicking that action, skin rushing against skin.

Eddie's hand moves to palm your breast over your bra and you gasp loudly at the sensation. You can feel him smiling into the kiss when he pulls the cup of your bra down and runs his finger across your nipple.

You flounder, moving your hand shakily behind you to unclip your bra, letting it fall.

Eddie's face is glowing, blush reaching the tips of his ears. He bends down and takes your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around in circles. He releases your nipple with a wet noise.

"Oh God, Eddie."

Smug smile spreading across his face, he takes your nipple back into his mouth and sucks, teasing the other in his rough fingertips. The feeling makes you moan audibly. There's a heavy, tight feeling of arousal sitting deep in your chest. You want to touch him. You need to touch him. There's no way you can show him how good he makes you feel but you damn well want to try.

"Eddie." Hands shakily drifting to his belt, "can I? Touch you?"

"Holy shit yes please." You giggle as he lays down next to you, fumbling with his belt. He pulls his jeans and boxers off in one go erratically, flinging them across the room.

Fucking hell.

You're staring, you can't help it. Never having seen one in real life, it's kind of intimidating. It almost looks painful, rock hard and throbbing, nearing purple at the tip.

You scoot right next to him, bare skin touching, laying on your side, fingers ghosting down Eddie's chest, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

What if he doesn't like it? What if it's obvious I don't know what I'm doing?

"Sweetheart you good?" He holds your nerve stricken hand in his, stilling your movements.

"Yeah, I mean, I've never, done this before" you mumble shyly into his chest.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he kisses you on the forehead, cupping your hand in his and brings it down, down, over the course hair on his lower stomach and onto his pulsing cock.

Eddie hisses as his guides your hand into a fist, moving it gently up and down. The skin is so soft, warm silk, moving with your hand against his hardness. You stroke him tentatively, getting used to the thought of it in your hands.

He moves your hand away and you pout for a second thinking you did something wrong, until he brings it up to his mouth and licks a long, wet stripe with his tongue over your palm and fingers. Your thighs clench, the lewd gesture taking your breath away. You look up at him and he is grinning wickedly. He holds your own hand out to you.

"Spit."

You raise your eyebrows but do as he asks. When it lands in your hand you look at him to see if that was alright, but judging by his face it was more than okay. Eddie's eyes are hooded, biting his bottom lip, cheeks flushed.

He brings your hand back down to his hard member and you form a fist, beginning to move it up and down, slick spit letting you glide easily over him.

"Fuck, baby just like that."

Spurred on by his words, you grip a little tighter, move a little faster. Eddie makes the prettiest sounds, moaning, bucking into your hand.

"Shit that's, that's really good, fuck."

His other arm is around you, hand snaking into the back of your underwear to cup your ass. You keep fisting him, looking at the way your hand bounces up and down his dick, watching pre cum dribble out the top and onto your fingers. You're drenched in your own spit and his, droplets are flicking onto his lower stomach.

"Baby, you're gonna, Jesus, you have to stop, you're gonna make me cum."

You speed up at that, turning your head to look at his face. He's so gorgeous like this, red faced and desperate.

"Please Eddie I want you to, please, I want to make you cum."

Your arm burning with exertion, you squeeze his length and fuck him with your hand, faster, squeezing your thighs together, impossibly turned on by him crumbling to your touch. Suddenly you can feel him twitching, dick incredibly hard. He's grabbing your ass firmly with his hand; you watch as his abs contract and he releases over his stomach with a high pitched moan, nearly convulsing.

"Jesus H. Christ. Princess, that was. Fuck."

Eddie's panting, longing to catch his breath. He presses wet kisses into your forehead.

"I take it that was good then?" You ask coyly.

Eddie hums in response.

"Could you, er, help me out princess?" Gesturing to the mess you helped to make on his stomach.

You look around, finding a box of tissues and handing it to him. The second he's cleaned up he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you bodily towards him making you squeal in surprise.

"Your turn." Then he's assaulting your neck with kisses. You giggle, until he slows down, actions becoming less comical, more loving. His teeth graze your neck and the sudden feeling makes you moan, sending a shiver down your side.

His mouths descends to your chest, taking your nipple in your mouth whilst his hands find their way to your underwear, stroking your clothed clit. You cry out at the dual sensation.

He pings the hem of your panties against your skin lightly. "Can I take these off?"

"Yeah," you manage to say, voice smaller than you meant it to be.

He slowly peels them down your legs and off. Sitting back on his knees between your legs he runs rough hands over the tops of your thighs, causing you to quiver.

Bending down, he presses kisses to the insides of your thighs, sprinkling slivers of sensation over you. Whining, your back arches, the light kisses stirring your stomach. You can feel Eddie's breath on your clit.

"Hey sweetheart, you miss me? I missed you."

"Eddie are you seriously taking to-"

Eddie interrupts you, "darling I'm tryin' to have a conversation here."

"Eddie!" You look down at him, laughing at his bare faced cheek.

He smiles and licks a long, languid stripe up the length of your pussy, never breaking eye contact. The noise you make is barely human. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks softly.

"Fucking Hell, Eddie!"

You moan at the contact, it sends volts through your core. He pushes a finger deep into your cunt. It's like nothing you'd felt before; you'd pleasured yourself by your own hands before but it felt nothing like this. His movements were so sure, his finger so thick. He slipped another finger in and curled them and you swore you were about to black out. It was just so intense. You felt your cunt clench around him.

"Eddie, oh my God."

"Shit baby you gonna cum? Please, cum for me."

A low, throaty moan breaks from your mouth as you feel your orgasm being yanked from you, pulled by his fingertips. The feeling keeps coming, waves upon waves of pleasure. He's pulling everything you have from you until your quivering and writhing beneath him begging him to stop.

You're sure you must have fainted, because the next thing you know Eddie's hovering over you, peppering delicate kisses to your cheeks, lips, forehead, nose.

"Hey." You smile shyly at him.

"She's back! You okay baby?"

"Hmmm I'll say." You pull him close so he falls on top of you, kissing him full on the lips, tongue exploring.

Both your naked bodies are pressed tight against each other, you feel the heat radiating off of him. His firm member, already hard again, was pressing against your heat. Stroking his back with your palm you pull him closer, closer, wanting to feel nothing but Eddie.

He breaks the kiss, nudging his nose with yours, his hair tickling your face.

'Sweetheart, do you... are you ready?"

It doesn't take a genius to work out what he's asking. Honestly, you were ready. You had been ready ever since those deep brown eyes had sought yours.

"I'm ready. I want you Eddie." You share another long, lazy kiss. He grins at you, flashing that brilliant smile. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes at the sheer joy on his face, mirroring the joy in your heart.

Eddie gets up to reach his bedside table and grabs a rubber, pulling it from its packet and rolling it down his length. He strokes himself a couple of times, hissing at the touch, and turns back to face you, climbing between your open legs.

Biting your lip, you look at him. Pale skin glowing in the light, firm beautiful body glistening, a slight sheen of sweat to his skin. His hair looks wilder than normal, face breaking out in an incessant grin. He looks like an angel. He looks like a demon. He was either your saviour, or your damnation. You didn't care, you wanted him, only him.

He pushes his hardened cock against your pussy; it grazes your clit making you groan.

"Sweetheart, if it's too much, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

His hand strokes your jaw as you stare into his eyes, lost in them.

"I'm ready, Eddie please-" the rest of your sentence turns into a cry of pain and pleasure. Eddie pushes his full length into you, stretching you. The pain is sharp to begin with, but it quickly dulls. He lays fully on top of you and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. Throbbing pulse between your legs, your heat reminding you of the burning desire there, that he's caused. You move your hand into his hair, the other planting firm strokes over the expanse of his bare back. The skin to skin contact is incredible, it's decadent; nothing you've ever felt before.

Eddie lifts his head enough so his forehead is touching yours; burning eyes meet. You stare, transfixed by his gaze, when he starts slowly pumping in and out of you.

Your forms are twisting together until you don't know where you end and he begins. He picks up his idle pace, hand running down your side to weave between your back and the mattress, the other holding your shoulder in a tight grip. You swear you can feel every bump and vein on his impressive length, every drag of his cock sending a ripple of yearning through your nerves.

You push against him, hips rolling to meet his thrusts. Moans are streaming out of your mouth, like a dam had burst and there was nothing to stop them any more. You had no filter, there was only this incredible fullness, this feeling of Eddie in every pore of your skin.

Locking lips with yours, Eddie pushes into you harder, you both moan wantonly into each other mouths, passion unconfined, chasing ecstasy. You break away, wanting to tell him he's making you cum but all that comes out is a broken near scream of his name. The feeling is immense, all encompassing, like Eddie's arms around you. It ebbs and flows through you; tingling warmth flowing out of your core, rivulets of pleasure wash over your skin as the throb of your own heartbeat takes over your contracting heat.

Eddie whimpers, high pitched and long, thrusts stammering until he releases.

You kiss, and kiss, and kiss again. You don't know who started giggling first, but pretty soon you are both laughing, the joy of the moment spilling out. He leans up on his elbow, free hand coming to cradle yours.

"You okay sweetheart?" Kissing the tip of your nose.

"Yeah, that was, wow." You squeeze his hand.

Nerves suddenly take over you. "Was that, okay for you?"

Eddie's grin lights up his whole face.

"Princess, that was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me."

When he pulls out you whine, over stimulated. When he's pulling the condom off and tying it you grab the comforter and wiggle under it.

Eddie joins you, arms and legs tangling, your face pressed to his chest.

"You wanna smoke sweetheart?"

"In a bit. I just want you."

"Give me twenty minutes and you can have round two."

Laughing at him you push him playfully.

"Eddie we've got all night." Grinning into his chest, being held in his arms, it was the most loved you think you've ever felt.

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namis-gf · 4 months

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Hii can I get Robin x Reader, where Robin wakes up from a nightmare and reader comforts her? I'd imagine it's set after Enies Lobby

ANON ILY THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST!!! i was kicking my feet and giggling while writing cause robin is best girl ever and hurt/comfort is my jam

summary: fem!reader and robin sharing a bed for the first time after everything that went down in water 7/enies lobby. for context, reader worked for sir crocodile in alabasta and robin took her along when she boarded the merry (but she was unaware of robin working with the government)

word count: 812 words / 0.8k

cw: none!

there are three beds now, in the girls' cabin on the sunny. you aren't sure if you're relieved or disappointed. the shipwright luffy picked - franky is his name, you think - had done a headcount of every member of the crew before getting to work.

the gulf between each bed feels even larger at night. for the first few nights back at sea, you can hear soft, heart-wrenching noises from across the room. your heart sinks into your stomach from the guilt, making you almost nauseous, but you can't work up the courage to get up and check on her.

robin had lied to you.

yes, you know she'd done it for the greater good. yes, you know she didn't mean any harm by keeping you in the dark. but nico robin has been by your side for as long as you can remember, on the sea and in the scorching sands of alabasta. she was there in your worst and weakest moments, and you cherish her. part of you wishfully thought that she too, felt as though she could confide in you just as equally.

she's crying again tonight. robin has always had issues with sleep, though she used to be much more cryptic and closed off about the origin of the problem. sometimes, back in your homeland, she would crawl into your bed after night-watch. never touching you directly, but her presence was warm and comforting.

you get to your feet and slip past a sleeping nami, heading toward the bed farthest from the door and shrouded in darkness. by the time you attempt to make an awkward approach, she is already awake and silently watching.

"i missed you," you whisper quietly, extending the olive branch.

before you can try and come up with something else to say, two hands brusquely push against your back. the motion sends you falling forwards, a familiar laugh and the scent of flowers awaiting. she pulls you close, your face red red red from embarrassment.

"it was about time you came to check on me," robin hums, an errant hand summoned by the devil fruit's magic combing through your hair. "one would almost think you were angry."

"i'm not angry," you grumble. "i was worried. for a smartypants, you've been making real stupid decisions of late. that new captain must be a bad influence."

"it wasn't stupid," she replies, sounding lost in thought. "i did what i had to do. if it came down to it, i was ready to go."

"that's the fucking problem! you convinced yourself you were ready, and-"

"i wanted to live, yes."

"well thank god," you huff indignantly, rolling over so you can face her properly. "i would've been pissed if you dragged me all this way just to go and die like a loser."

she chuckles again, the sound music to your ears. "what was it, mr. 0 used to say all the time? right, yes. we don't lose."

"and die winners?" you finish the familiar saying, "he was always so full of shit. the hell does that even mean? If you're dead, you lose. game over."

robin's breath seems to be evening out, and the throes of sleep are working to snare you too. but you came here for a reason, and you won't just let her ignore the problem any longer. "what were you dreaming about?"

"oh, i don't know," she says, flippant. if you could make out her face in the dark, you're sure she'd be smiling at your imminent frustration. "i never really remember my dreams."

“ever?" you echo disbelievingly, "that's nuts. just yesterday i woke up from an awful nightmare about the captain trying to boil my hair like spaghetti."

"sounds yummy," she presses close to you, now, and her two real arms circle around your shoulders. "but i'm afraid my dreams are top secret, frontier agent miss thursday."

"don't pull that garbage rank on me! you know i'm worth more than... eleventh," you say the last word with enough distaste that robin starts giggling again.

"no offence," robin says, in the voice that means she's about to be totally mean. "but i think your former rank had more to do with uh- how do i put it- your tendency to dispose of your partners."

“it's not my fault he was a dummy and couldn't defend himself," you argue back, mostly for the fun of it. "i really think they underestimated my grand potential."

"well that's why i took you with me, of course," she soothes, and you laugh a little yourself at the insincerity. "i'm serious though, i sleep better with you around. so you are hereby forbidden to leave."

"aye," you snort, raising a wobbly arm in mock salute. nico robin may be a total mystery, but you were raised persistent. and persist you fucking will, until she lets you into her heart.

#one piece #one piece x reader #nico robin x reader #nico robin #requests open #fem!reader #nico robin x fem!reader #baroque works

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talaok · 9 months

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Chapter three: the woman of his dreams

Pairing: No-outbreak!Joel x married!reader

Series summary: You moved to Austin Texas with your husband due to his job, but your already troubled marriage is about to get more complicated when the contractor remodeling your home, Joel Miller, will enter both of your lives.

Chapter summary: Monday has come, and not without surprises

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Joel’s pov

"Mr. Miller?" she called, her whole body stretched out to reach that oh-so-high shelf in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He appeared behind her "What is it, doll?"

"I need help" she pouted, turning to him

" 's that so?" he smirked, grabbing her waist and leaning into her to whisper in her ear "What do you need help with y/n?"

The giggle that left her throat made him almost groan "With the shelf Mr. Miller" she scolded him "I can't reach that bottle"

"poor thing" he cooed "Here, let me help"

Their bodies were glued to one another's, and neither of them missed how his crotch rutted against her ass, and the way both their breathing quickened.

"there you go darlin'" he murmured, handing her the bottle and not even dreaming about leaning away.

Her hair smelled of peaches and strawberries, and her body... her body felt too good against his own.

"thank you, Mr. Miller"

"anytime," he said, losing himself in her eyes and the look of that perfect mouth of hers.

"Is that all you needed help with?"

She caged her bottom lip between her teeth, and he felt ready to burst.

"no need to get shy now, doll, you can tell me"

She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes

"well there is one other thing..."

"oh yeah?" he murmured, turning her around by her waist so she could face him better "what's that sweetheart?"

"I-" she murmured "Well I think you know Mr.Miller"

"I think I do too" he smirked again "But I want to hear you say it"

"I need you to-" she whimpered "I need you to touch me,"

"Oh pretty girl" he growled "You should have said so sooner" he breathed, his hands starting a slow journey up her body, caressing every inch of her.

"what else do you need?"

She stood up on her tiptoes

"kiss me please" she moaned.

"you want me to kiss you?" he teased

"yes please I want you to-"

And before she knew it his lips were on hers and he was devouring her.

She was sweeter than honey, sweeter than heaven itself.

He grabbed the back of her legs, not leaning away for even a second, and she jumped up on his waist.

"god you're so beautiful darlin'," he said, setting her down on the table "So so pretty" he murmured against her neck, before starting to kiss each and every single piece of skin on it.

She threw her head back, only giving him more space to worship.

"I'm gonna help you now" he breathed, undoing his belt and pants "I'm gonna help you real good"

"My husband is in the other room Mr. Miller"

"then you're gonna have to be real quiet, doll" he whispered to her ear "can you do that for me?"

"I can do whatever you want Joel- anything you want"

He chuckled, finally freeing his cock "You shouldn't say things you don't mean now sweetheart"

"I mean it" she smirked "Anything"

"fuck me" he grumbled, his forehead falling to hers

"I think it was you who were about to do th-"

DAD!

mh? No that's not right

she was meant to say-

"Dad!"

What?

"Dad wake up! Your alarm has been going off for like ten minutes!"

He opened his eyes just in time to catch the pillow flying to his head.

"Wh-" he squinted, trying to get his eyes and brain to start working "What's going on?"

And then, it all came together.

Sarah was scowling at him from the end of the bed, and the sun was shining through the blinds he had once again forgotten to close before going to sleep.

"What time is it?"

"It's 7:40"

He turned to his right, the alarm agreeing with his daughter.

"Shit" he sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Yeah" Sarah half smiled at his clear state of confusion "Good morning sunshine"

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Good morning my ass

The shower's running water wasn't doing anything to silence the constant thought going through his mind.

What is wrong with me?

that's all he could think

yes, she's beautiful, the kind of beautiful that strikes you and never lets you go, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to just stop and stare-

Fuck I gotta stop

But, and let's focus on the but, she's married, as in she is a wife to a husband, and she's my client, my paying client who I have no right dreaming about

especially that kind of dream

In all his years as a contractor, never, had something like that happened,

He could still feel her soft skin underneath his palms, the plump of her lips against his-he could still hear those tiny whimpers, the moans, all the soft little noises coming out of those perfect parted lips and into the thick air-

No.

I'm not doing this

You know what I'm doing? I'm getting dressed and going to work- to her house-

Fuck

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"what are you doing in my house?"

"is that how you greet your little brother?"

"I let him in" Sarah interrupted

Joel stopped in his kitchen to look up and down the man eating fried eggs straight from the pan.

"he's eating my eggs"

"Uncle Tommy don't eat his eggs" Sarah scolded him, clearly done with both of them.

Joel grabbed the pan before his brother could steal some more.

"you're grumpier than usual today" Tommy coked an eyebrow, sitting down next to Joel at the table.

"which is saying a lot" Sarah snorted, watching the pair as if they were a show.

Joel shot both a look, grumbling something under his breath.

"Sarah said you didn't hear your alarm"

"It went off for like twenty minutes" Sarah added

"You said ten before"

She shrugged "Same thing"

"You never oversleep- or sleep for that matter" Tommy continued " 's there something going on?"

"shut up Tommy" Joel struggled to get his tone to remain even

"What? I'm just looking out for my big brother"

"I was dreaming alright?" Joel sighed "That's it"

"oh" Tommy's mouth opened and closed before slowly twitching into a grin "Oh I get it"

"shut up" Joel repeated, struggling to swallow the food.

Screw Tommy and his ability to figure him out in a second.

"Maybe it's just time to raise the volume of the alarm" Sarah chirped in, completely oblivious to her uncle's amusement "Y'know considering your age and everything"

"very funny" Joel grumbled, getting up to rinse his plate

"I'm just saying"

"Y'know what, maybe I'll do that" Joel raised an eyebrow "Can't wait for it to wake you up every morning"

"No" Sarah's eyes widened "No ok I take it back, don't do it"

Joel almost smirked "Too late" he shrugged, walking up to her to place a quick kiss on the crown of her head.

"have a good day, babygirl"

"You too Dad"

He glanced to his right

"Tommy get your ass up"

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Why his heart was racing as he knocked on the door was well beyond him.

Today just kept getting worse.

But before he had time to mentally prepare himself, there she appeared, the woman of his dreams... literally.

"Good morning" Her smile would probably be able to light up a whole town

He cleared his throat to try and not sound like a 13-year-old going through puberty.

Flashes of his dream kept flooding his mind.

"Good morning" he managed a small smile.

her eyes looked tired, like she had just woken up, but that something in her that felt almost intoxicating was still very much there

"Come on in" She gestured.

"Hello m'am" Niall nodded, entering the house with everyone else.

"Oh" y/n smiled "I see you haven't informed them, Joel"

Joel grinned

Why the fuck was he grinning?

"I forgot"

"You can just call me y/n," she told the man "No need for ma'am"

"Alright," the blonde nodded.

"So this is everyone" Joel stated "Niall, Kevin, and Tommy," he said, pointing at each one

"Nice to meet you all" she greeted "If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me"

"We won't" Tommy told her "thank you"

"No problem" she offered him a smile "Well I won't waste any more of your time, Joel you know where everything is so-"

"right" He nodded "Uhm, why don't you guys start bringing stuff in?" he turned to the men behind him, and they obliged after a moment of confusion.

"What a crew you've gathered Mr. Miller" she joked, once they were alone.

He would have laughed if it wasn't for the images flashing in his mind at the name.

"They're my best men," he said "Tommy's my brother so-"

"That's why you looked so similar" she laughed "I was wondering the whole time"

"yeah" he smiled, getting lost in the sound of her laughter for a moment more than necessary "so- uhm-" he cleared his throat, trying to also clear his mind "You know how the other day you told me that stuff about meeting people?"

"yeah sure"

"Well I was talking to my daughter the other day- and she- uhm- she suggested this book club she goes to" he said more like a question "and I was just- I just wanted to tell you"

"oh" she breathed "I-I'm sorry but isn't your daughter like... young?"

"oh!" he gasped "Yeah no- they do a book club for adults in the same place- that's what I meant"

She let out a soft chuckle "Of course" she smiled, looking up at him "that's-that's really sweet Joel, thank you. I'd love to go"

And once again, she flashed that smile of hers at him.

"I'm glad" he managed, looking back at his truck to avoid her gaze

"I better go help them out"

"of course," she said "and thank you again"

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Always By Your Side

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while! I wrote I’m Here about Rooster comforting his wife after she has a nightmare, so this is a counterpart of Mrs. Bradshaw comforting Bradley when he has a nightmare.

Warnings: Nightmare, mentions of death and a near-death experience, angst/comfort, and warm fluff.

Bradley had a habit of being a bit of a restless sleeper, so it never came as quite a surprise to you when he shifted, nudged, and even kicked in the middle of the night. You’d become quite adept at sleeping peacefully beside your husband, even on his most fidgety nights. The one time you’d woken up in the morning with a bruise on your thigh, evidently garnered from an ill-placed kick, you’d laughed it off, impressed that you had no recollection of it even happening. Bradley, however, had felt so guilty about it that he’d smothered the bruise in kisses every night until it finally faded away to nothingness.

At this point in your relationship, your husband’s fitfulness wasn’t enough to wake you up out of a dead sleep. But his soft whimpers were.

“No, no, please.”

You could hear Bradley’s voice close to your ear, though a second later, his arm slipped from around your waist as he unconsciously shifted in bed, rolling away from you.

“Oh, God, please, no,” he mumbled, his voice sounding terrified and grief-stricken all at once.

You were wide awake now. Sitting up in bed, you carefully turned on the lamp on your nightstand, a soft glow chasing the shadows on the walls of your darkened bedroom into the corners of the room. Brushing your hair out of your face, you looked down at your husband and were instantly grieved at the sight before you.

He was having a nightmare.

You’d seen enough of Bradley’s nightmares to know what they looked like. He was rolling back and forth in bed, the blankets getting tangled around his legs as he panted softly under his breath. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted slightly. You knew if you checked his pulse, it would be beating erratically. He was obviously deep in the throes of whatever bad dream was plaguing him, because his face was screwed up in misery, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw occasionally clenching and unclenching.

Biting your lip, you mentally debated what to do. Sometimes Bradley shook himself out of these nightmares, waking with a start and shooting up in bed. He’d usually apologize to you in those instances, ashamed to be seen in such a wholly vulnerable state. You always reminded him that he had nothing to be sorry for, but you knew he still hated it. Other times, when the sound of his torment became too much for your heart to bear, you woke him up, helping him to overcome his disorientation and reminding him of where he was.

Looking at him now, you weren’t sure which was the best course of action.

“No, no, no!” Bradley moaned, sounding near tears.

That was it. You couldn’t let him suffer for another minute.

“Bradley,” you whispered in a soothing voice, reaching out and gently shaking his shoulder. “Bradley, baby, it’s me. Wake up, honey. You’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” you coaxed, shaking a little bit harder when it seemed your initial touch wasn’t enough. It was always a careful balance. You wanted to get him up without startling him or unnerving him further.

Bradley froze momentarily, but still didn’t wake up. After a tense moment of complete silence, he went back to mumbling incoherently, still looking deeply distressed.

“Bradley, wake up,” you said, a little bit louder this time. You reached over and grabbed his other shoulder, shaking both of them now.

“Wait! Don’t! No!” Bradley gasped, his eyes suddenly flying open as he sat up abruptly, nearly bumping his head against yours in the process. “What? Where?” he panted in confusion, looking around the room for a minute. It seemed to take a few seconds for his brain to process that he was safe, that he was in your bedroom, sitting beside you.

“Oh, baby,” you murmured tenderly, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back with a firm hand. “Baby, you’re okay. I’m right here. You’re safe. We’re home.” You’d found that whenever Bradley woke from one of these nightmares, it always helped when you grounded him in reality, reminding him where he was, that he was alright and that you were right there with him.

Releasing a ragged breath and running a shaky hand through his hair, Bradley turned to look at you, not saying anything at first. He just took you into his arms, holding on as if for dear life and burying his face in your neck. After a minute or two of silently breathing in the scent of your skin, his shoulders slowly started to relax, the tension filtering out of his body bit by bit.

“I’m here. I’m right here,” you assured him softly, pressing loving kisses to his temple and rubbing his back in slow strokes.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his arms still wrapped firmly around your waist, he looked calmer, but still troubled from whatever nightmare had been disturbing his sleep.

“Tell me what happened,” you encouraged him, reaching up to lightly caress his cheek. He didn’t always like to talk about his bad dreams, but he’d admitted in the past that it always made him feel better when he did.

“It was the mission. The one they called me back to TOPGUN for. The one with Mav and the others,” he began slowly, his voice a bit raspy from tiredness and the strain of his nightmare.

His nightmares were often related to that mission, the one he’d been sent on before the two of you had met. Since you were a civilian and it was a classified military operation, there was only so much you knew about it, but Bradley had revealed enough over time. You knew he’d nearly died. Him and Mav both. It still sent a chill down your spine to think about it.

“I can’t even imagine, honey,” you whispered, stroking his hair with gentle fingers. “What you went through—what almost happened. I would have nightmares, too.”

“If I had let them convince me to return to the carrier. If I had gotten there just a second later. He would have...he would have—” Bradley shook his head, unable to even complete his thought.

“I know. I know,” you nodded, holding him closer. You didn’t need him to elaborate. You knew he was talking about Maverick. Though you didn’t know all the details of what had happened, you knew that both Mav and Bradley had saved each other’s lives that day, and that there had been more than one close call during that mission.

Bradley shook his head again, resting his forehead against your shoulder. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the beat of it reverberating against your skin. The nightmare must have been really bad this time. He was still deeply unnerved, still trembling slightly.

“I’m going to show you something,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he lifted his head to look at you. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” you added, pushing the covers back to slip out of bed. You hurried to the living room of your apartment, then raced back a moment later, crawling back into bed with a framed photograph in your hand.

“See this? Remember this?” you asked, your voice soothing and comforting. “You and Mav both made it home that day. You’re both safe. You’re both alive. You’re here, baby,” you told him, pressing the photograph into his hand.

Bradley stared down at it, the smallest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. It was the picture someone had snapped on the carrier right after he and Mav had landed safely. They were laughing and holding onto one another, celebrating the amazing fortune of being alive. You knew for a fact that Mav had a copy of the picture as well, and that he kept it tucked safely right beside a photograph of him and Bradley’s father.

“Okay, baby?” you murmured, massaging the nape of his neck. You rested your other hand over his where it was clutching onto the frame.

Bradley nodded slowly, but there were tears burning the backs of his eyes and his throat was convulsing as he swallowed several times. You could tell there was something else weighing on him.

“Honey, what is it?” you asked, your heart breaking for him. You loved him so much and you hated to see him in any kind of pain. You gently took the picture out of his hands and laid it on your nightstand, shifting so that you could wrap your arms around him once more. “Talk to me, baby.”

“It’s nothing,” Bradley sighed, shaking his head and working very hard to get control of his emotions. “It’s just—sometimes, when I dream about the mission, it kind of…changes. Things shift.” He bit down hard on his lower lip, taking your hand in his and squeezing.

“What do you mean?” you questioned carefully, not wanting to push him. Whatever it was, it obviously caused him a great deal of pain.

“It stops being the mission,” Bradley explained quietly after a moment’s pause. “I’m not there anymore. But I am, you know? Except that doesn’t make any sense because I wasn’t there. I was too young. I—”

“Bradley, honey, you weren’t where?” you asked, trying to make sense of what he was struggling to tell you. “You were too young for what?”

“To be there the day my dad died,” Bradley told you, his voice heavy as his head dropped.

You felt chills all over your body at his admission.

“Somehow it stops being me in the jet with Mav. It’s my dad instead, and I want so badly to save him and I’m trying to save him and I can’t save him.” Bradley’s voice was becoming more frenzied now, more panicked. “I can’t save him. Why can’t I save him?”

“Oh, honey,” you cried softly, tears pricking your own eyes at your husband’s words. What a horribly heavy burden to have to carry, even in your dreams. “Oh, honey,” you said again, taking him into your arms and holding him tightly.

“Why can’t I save him?” Bradley cried, burying his face in your neck. You could feel his tears soaking your skin and the front of your shirt.

“Baby,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. “You were just a little boy. You were only two years old, honey. You couldn’t—you couldn’t have saved him.”

Bradley shuddered slightly at your words, still clinging to you desperately.

“Your dad—even though I never got to meet him, baby, I feel like I know him through you. Through you and Mav. And I know he wouldn’t want you to ever feel like it was your responsibility to save him. Not even in your dreams. He wouldn’t,” you insisted, brushing the tears from your husband’s cheeks when he lifted his head from your shoulder. “He loved you too much for that. He still loves you. He’s still watching over you, baby. And you know what? He was in that jet that day. He was. He was with you and Mav. He was protecting you. He saved you. He’s always by your side, honey. Always.”

Bradley was quiet for a few minutes, resting in your arms as you tenderly caressed his face and back. Without a word, he lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it, his lips lingering for a moment. You could feel that his cheek was still wet.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse from the unshed tears still clogging his throat. He looked at you, his eyes brimming with love despite the grief and the pain that were also flashing in those brown depths. “I think I’m going to sit up for a little while. You go back to sleep. It’s late,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“If you’re up, I’m up,” you told him firmly, slipping your hand into his and lacing your fingers together.

Bradley smiled a little bit at that, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Stubborn as always, that’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing you softly.

“Yes, it is,” you smiled back, brushing your fingers across his scarred cheek. “Do you want me to make you something? A cup of tea? Something to eat?” Even though it was late, you knew he sometimes liked to indulge in some late-night snacks.

“I think I just want to sit in the bath for a little bit,” Bradley told you, rubbing your thigh gently. The two of you both found that to be a relaxing way to unwind when you were feeling stressed or unsettled.

“Okay,” you nodded, pecking him on the lips. “I’ll go run the water for you.”

“You don’t have to, baby, really. It’s late. You should get some rest,” Bradley insisted, patting your pillow.

“I’ll sleep in tomorrow,” you teased, climbing out of bed and walking off to the bathroom. You ran the water nice and hot, the way Bradley liked it, the bathroom soon steaming up. You then dropped a couple of your lavender bath salts into the water, figuring that might help him get back to sleep.

“You spoil me too much,” Bradley smiled when he walked into the bathroom a moment later, pulling you towards him so that he could kiss you deeply before he pulled back and stripped off the T-shirt and sweatpants he’d been wearing to bed. He lowered himself into the water with a satisfied sigh, his head falling back as the tension oozed out of his shoulders. Seconds later, he reached out to grab your hand, his fingers closing gently around yours. “You’ll stay, right?”

“Oh, don’t want me to go back to sleep now?” you teased affectionately, a playful twinkle in your eye. Lifting his hand up to your lips, you kissed his calloused knuckles and nodded. “Of course I’ll stay.” Sitting down on the ledge of the bathtub, you rested your hands on his shoulders and slowly began to massage his upper back.

Bradley let out a sigh of approval, his eyes closing as your thumbs kneaded the knots in his back. It was moments like these that reminded you of the fact that though your husband was playful and tender and loving with you, he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders in so many ways. He shouldered so many burdens, even burdens that weren’t his to carry. And that took its toll, both physically and mentally.

Running your hands over his shoulders and down his chest, you leaned forward and rested your cheek against his, your lips pressed close to his ear. “You carry too much, baby. You have to let me carry some of it, too,” you whispered.

Bradley didn’t ask what you meant. He didn’t need to. He just reached up and laced his fingers through yours, resting his head back against your shoulder. “What did I ever do to deserve you, huh?” he asked, his voice thick with tenderness.

“You didn't have to do anything,” you replied, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “I don’t know anyone more deserving of love than you, Bradley Bradshaw.”

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, Bradley lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your palm. “You know what you said before, baby? About my dad always being by my side?”

“Mhm,” you murmured softly, tracing tiny circles on his chest. “Your mom, too.”

“I know they are,” Bradley nodded, turning his head so that he was gazing up at you. “I know they are because they sent me you. They sent me you to be by my side forever,” he said, his eyes filled with an adoration that warmed you to your very core.

“Forever,” you nodded, tears glistening in your eyes as you lowered your head to kiss him.

His parents would always be with him. And so would you.

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angelica-takach · 6 months

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Bada Lee, You Are Not Alone. pt2

Warnings: suggestive content, smut, heavy make out sessions, Bada gets angry, toxic mother, Shower sex, Pet names, DomBada!, SubReader!, Mommy kink!, angst, Bada has a cock in this story but I'm not saying she is trans or anything it is just for the story.

part 2 - part 1

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*beep beep beep beep beep! * My alarm started blaring loudly and woke me up. The clock says 7:00 that gives me time to shower and pack the last small things before I got to go to my parents' house. I messaged Kristen, Audrey and Bada about our stay and what not then I hopped in the shower. I got out and maybe myself some toast and some eggs and ate it in a hurry anxious to get there so we can leave because I can't stand my mother anymore it's like she grown bitter now and doesn't love me anymore. I stopped thinking about that the second I heard a ring of my doorbell. "I'm coming!" I ran to the door and Kristen, Audrey and Bada walked in helping me pack my stuff into my car. Bada came with them, so I drive her with me when we head there. I hurriedly shoveled the food down the last two bites, and we got into the cars and went. The ride there was pretty chill Bada hardly spoke to me but kept holding my hand and touching my thigh. "Can I play some tunes?" She asked. I nodded and she found one that played You got it by Vedo and she started doing her own dance to it next to me in the car. We laughed and had fun till we got to my parents' house. My mood was ruined the second we arrived, Bada took notice of my mood change. "What's the matter angel?" I couldn't help but sigh. "It's nothing I'll tell you later, okay?" She didn't seem to like the response but nodded. We got out of the car, and I walked up to the front door and rang the bell, I can hear my annoying mother on the other side. She opened the door and acted like she was so excited to see me, but I knew damn well she wasn't. "Hello my Beautiful baby." 'God, she made me wanna gag.' I forced a smile. "Hi...mom!" 'God when can I leave???' Kristen can tell I'm not feeling so happy about this so to help me out thank God she cleared her throat to catch her attention. My mother and her dramatic-self gasped. "Oh, and you brought friends to stay too?" She giggled half-heartedly and I nodded. "Yep, I did, they are here for emotional support." She scoffed. "Sure, not that you really need them, you have me." I tried really hard not to laugh and call her bluff but then Bada noticed and stopped me. "Where can we leave our things Mrs. Y/l/n?" She smirked as if she won. "Upstairs the first room on the right is available and then the one right across is from it on the left is too." Bada nodded and we all came in and went upstairs. I ran past them to my old room and started screaming in my pillow. 'God why can't she and father understand me?' I heard a knock at my door. "Go away mom!" I started trembling and having a hard time not crying. My door got opened and felt her getting closer. "Mom please I don't want to argue anymore right now!" I started crying but then felt arms wrap around me in a tight hug and then a second pair and a third pair. It was Kristen, Audrey and Bada. I started sobbing on them and trying not to lose my grip on reality. After what only felt like seconds I pulled away and Audrey handed me a tissue. after wiping my tears away and blowing my nose I finally took a deep breath and looked to Bada. "This is all because neither of them supports my dream to be a dancer." All three of them looked at me in disbelief. "Wow why not? you do amazingly well." Audrey spoke. "I don't know but neither my mom nor my father wants me doing it because they don't think I make enough money doing it even though I am happy and am living my best life." They all nodded and Bada rubbed my back. "The worst part is she likes making me come here just to try and make me marry a rich guy because they want me to not dance anymore." I started crying harder again. Bada pulled me into a hug. "I swear to god this has me fuming and I want to go shit talk her so bad right now." I shook my head. "Don't Bada it won't end well." She sighed. "You sure? because I don't mind being her enemy at all knowing how she treats you." I blushed slightly but nodded. "I'm sure Bada." I snuggled closer into her. "However, I want to stay in your arms forever." Kristen and Audrey smiled to one another.

"We'll leave you guys alone." and just like that they left the room. "How about we move to snuggle in your bed beautiful?" I nodded and sat up off of her and she helped me to my feet. She laid down and patted the bed next to her to which I obviously compiled and snuggled right into her. "Bada?" She hummed in response. "Promise me that you will be here once I wake up?" She giggled at my child like request. "Yes angel I promise." I smiled and fell right to sleep.

Bada's POV:

I smiled at the beautiful girl sleeping but I climbed out of under her and went to the bathroom which I definitely thought she would've gotten up from it, but she stayed sleeping. I snuck downstairs to grab a snack and a drink, but when I came down there was a strange man who I knew wasn't Y/n's father standing in the kitchen talking to Y/n's mom. I tried to hurry and grab my snack and drink but... "You must be Y/n." The man said. I shook my head. "No who are you?" Y/n's mom stopped in front of me. "He is Kim Bae, and he is one of the many suiters for Y/n." 'God this woman is trying to ruin everything for me.' "Speaking of where is she?" I tried my damnedest to behave myself. "Sleeping upstairs." She sighed. "Well, she can meet you once she gets up." He smiled "fine I'll come by later." She nodded and sent him off kindly. I hurried back upstairs.

Y/n's POV:

I woke up wondering where Bada was she promised me she'd be here when I woke up, but she wasn't here. I started to get upset but as I did the door opened. I jumped up and grabbed her in a tight hug. "Don't leave me alone again please Bada." She sighed and hugged me back. "I won't sorry I wanted a snack and drink and then..." I lifted my head to meet her gaze. "Then what Bada?" She looked like she was unsure as to how she should tell me about this whatever this is. She took a deep breath. "Your mom has another rich man here for you to meet." It was my turn to sigh. "Yeah, she does this every time I come here." I looked up to Bada and she looks angry but what she did next, I was not ready for, she grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me with lust and passion, it felt like I was floating on air from that kiss. She moved us to the bed and climbed on top of me and started kissing me rougher and caressing my body, she pulled away breathless. "You know...you're so beautiful." I blushed and giggled. "Thanks, you aren't too bad yourself baby." She smiled and chuckled lightly. "How about we shower together?" I nodded, "Yes we should." We both stood up and grabbed out clothes for afterwards. I started the water since I already gathered my clothes, a few minutes later Bada came in and tugged on my shirt to which I responded lifting my arms and she pulled it over my head. I then took hers off for her and she unclasped my bra, and I turned around to hers, but she froze staring at my naked breasts. I waved my hand in front of her face, so she'd look at me then she blushed once she made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but giggle and tease her a bit. "Do you like what you see baby?" "Are my breasts distracting you hm?" She sighed at me then let me undo her bra then she took my pants off and panties in one swift motion. I carefully took hers off but then once we were naked, we hopped in the shower. She started washing my hair for me and I did hers then she washed my body till her hands got close to my cunt then she panicked. "What's wrong Bada?" She seemed annoyed but then she chuckled lowly and pinned me to the wall of the shower with my ass towards her. "You really wanna play innocent here princess?" She grabbed me by my hair which caused me to moan and whimper. She chuckled again. "You like me pulling your hair baby?" I nodded but that earned me a smack to my ass. "Yes ma'am." She smirked proud of what she is achieving. She moved her right hand lower till she was caressing my ass then she started moving it lower and started touching my cunt till all the sudden I felt her fingers go inside of me. "Oh god yes!" She chuckled again. "You like that don't you my beautiful baby hm? you sound so pretty making those sweet noises all for me." I gasped getting closer to Cuming. "I-I'm so close mommy." she pulled them out now leaving me feeling empty. I was not ready for what was to come because she slammed her cock into me. "OH MY GOD MOMMY YES!" I screamed so much that I was breathless for a moment after. "Shhh you're gonna get us caught princess." I moaned louder. "I don't care I want her to know I don't want that guy and that I want you mommy." She smirked happily over that. "Your wish is my command, Babygirl." She fucked into me rougher and faster I could feel the knot forming in my stomach. "M-mommy! I-I'm gonna cum!" I came all over her cock and she came inside me. We were both panting from that heated sex. "Okay now let's finish up so I can go downstairs." I smiled at Bada as I spoke. She nodded and we hurried and got dressed. She held my hand as we walked down the stairs, and we were greeted by my mom trying to shove this guy on me. "Hey there, she is my beautiful daughter Y/n. Y/n this is Kim Bae he is a famous CEO at this big company, and he said he'd marry you." "Y/n I promise I'll be a good husband to you and father to our kids if you'll have me." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Look Kim Bae, I bet you are an amazing guy but I'm not the right one for you besides I am in love with someone else." He nodded.

"It's okay I understand and thank you for your time." He got up and left. My mom however is mean mugging me. "What in the fuck is wrong with you!?" Kristen and Audrey came down and stood there listening. "What's wrong with me!? MORE LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MOM!?!?" She gasped dramatically as always. "I am only doing what is best for you with that shitty career and the shit people you are around you need to be around rich people and other people like your father and I." I was getting angrier by the minute. "No mom I don't because you and dad aren't doing what you want to do no you'd rather pretend you love your life instead of changing it to make yourself happy." She scoffed. "You are such a spoiled brat and never want to make life easier on yourself. which who is this person you are in love with? are they gonna be able to take care of you? are they gonna be able to make sure you live a happy life? no because you pick losers only." I was ready to leave this place right now and never return. "NO MOM, THEY LOVE ME AND PROMISE TO LOVE ME WHICH IS SOMETHING YOU NEVER DID YOU ALWAYS WANNA SHOVE ME OFF ONTO SOME RICH GUY WHO NEVER WILL LOVE ME THE WAY THIS WOMAN NEXT TO ME DOES!" She walked over and *Smack! * She hit me hard enough I fell to the floor. I looked up at her and stood up. "I hope you know you just lost your daughter forever." I walked upstairs and packed my things and Bada's things and brought our bags down. Bada the whole time was ready to hurt her for how she treated me. She hugged me and then walked over to my mother. "I swear if I ever see you hit her like that again you will have a lot more to worry about than her leaving, I plan to love her and treat her right through everything no matter what unlike you." She walked back to me and we all four got into the two cars. Bada and I sat there for a second. "Y/n listen I'm sor-" I cut her off to kiss her lips. "You were amazing in there Baby." I smiled at her as I said that. "Yeah, well I promised you I would never let you be alone again. You are not alone, and I will always be there for you." just like that we left unsure what our future holds but we'll get through it together.

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A/n: This was fun to write and emotional as fuck I'm just happy to write something this good for ya'll and If you guys have requests I'm always willing to write one. anyways I hope yall enjoyed this one and I plan to write some more stuff soon.

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #smut #angst #toxic mother #fyp

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lovecanyon · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x gemma’s best friend (y/n)

day four!

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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harryflorals “Someone very special is here tonight. I grew up with her, so having her here tonight watching me perform makes me so happy. Y/N! She is over here right next to my bully of sister. Now let’s give her a round of applause!” - HARRY ON STAGE TONIGHT IN MANCHESTER TALKING ABOUT Y/N, HIS SISTER’S BEST FRIEND!

harryfan6 oh my god

harryfan10 GEMMA’S INSTAGRAM STORY THOUGH…

harryfan7 didn’t he say in an interview during his one direction days that gemma’s best friend was his crush…

harryfan4 harry is down bad for y/n 😭

harryfan8 he’s still in love with her…you can immediately tell

harryfan11 HIS LOVER ERA

harryfan2 i just fell onto my knees

harryfan14 and everything just came crashing down…

harryfan16 imagine being harry styles’ crush

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Manchester ll. June, 2022.

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harryfan22 when he’s a popstar 🙏

harryfan25 HIS FAMILY WAS AT THIS SHOW!

yourinstagram i totally forgot you sing

harrystyles Well maybe you wouldn’t forget…if you go to more of my shows…pleaseee.

harryfan20 you can still tell he has a big fat crush on her

harryfan29 “pleaseee” my man wants her so bad!!!

gemmastyles a true rockstar 🕺

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anthonypham king!

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harryfan30 when every one direction fan wanted to be y/n…i still do honestly

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yourinstagram thank you harry for (personally) inviting me to your show, it has been amazing seeing you grow over the years.

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harryfan46 HARRY PERSONALLY INVITED Y/N? HE REALLY IS DOWN BAD

harryfan41 the caption has me sobbing 😭

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pillowpersonpp had such a fun time with you!!!

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harryfan52 I WANT HER NOW

harryfan55 y/n is so effortlessly gorgeous 😫

harrystyles I’m completely speechless.

harryfan58 WE KNOW 😭

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harryfan59 Y/N SLAYED

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dailystyles HARRY AND A MYSTERY WOMAN OUT IN LONDON TODAY!

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harryfan60 that’s it nobody talk to me anymore

harryfan65 IT WAS ME BTW!

harryfan68 i never wanted to be anyone so bad right now 🫠

harryfan61 the way the girl he’s with is y/n…

harryfan63 it’s so obvious too 🫢

harryfan67 we all damn know it’s gemma’s best friend 😭

harryfan69 @yourinstagram they got you on camera

harryfan62 he’s finally getting the girl he always wanted

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eenie meenie miney mo

gif credit: @madmaxmayfleld

.main masterlist. .stranger things masterlist.

premise: He's your friend, nothing more, but that doesn't mean that you can’t have some fun…right?

Warnings: it’s just smut if I am being honest. fingering, oral (f&M receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk (kinda), swearing, and lets be honest there is probably more.

WC: 10.2k of pure smut.

A/N: This bad boy took me way longer than it should have. special thanks to my favs @23victoria and @ccosmic-illusion for their help and motivation, and to @anothernightsky for absolutely loving the idea and nursing it with me (even if she demands a series out of it)

If you had to choose, you know exactly what you would do. Billy, well he was hot, like extremely hot, exuding the very energy that he knew what he was doing, and knew how to do it well. If given the chance, you would undoubtedly sleep with him. Yes, you would loathe yourself after the fact, but at least it would be worth it. Other than that, he wasn’t the one for you. He was an arrogant asshole with a nice ass, but a pretty one at that.

Eddie, well Eddie was one of your closest friends, your best friend if you will. Not to say that you didn’t find him attractive, but that didn’t mean anything. You had never really thought about him that way, simply because you had never really seen him that way, not fully. Eddie was the kind of guy that you only ever really hung out with, watched movies, and that sorta thing, he was good fun, he just wasn’t the fun that you wanted. You wanted the one and only, Steve Harrington.

You’d had the biggest crush on King Steve since, well since forever. How could you not, he was by far the hottest guy at school, he had perfect hair, not to mention dreamy eyes, a great ass (not as good as Billy’s but still pretty good), a gorgeous smile, the list could go on and on forever. He was all-around perfect. The only problem was you were nowhere on his radar, far from actually.

You were not the kind of girl that Steve went for. You were no Nancy Wheeler. Not popular, not a cheerleader, not some ditsy girl who threw herself at him any chance they got. Nope, you were the polar opposite. You were like Eddie. A nerd, or freak if you will, and perhaps that’s why you were such close friends. You had so much in common.

None of it stopped you, however. Despite knowing that he would never actually choose you if it came to it, it didn’t deter you from dreaming about it every…waking… minute. In fact, it was all you thought about. Steve Harrington owned your mind, your thoughts, hell if he wanted he could own your entire being. He was all you had wanted for as long as you could remember.

“Okay but did you see him in those jeans today, like oh my god is he trying to kill me?” you exclaim, as you prop yourself up onto the table, leaning back on your hands. “Oh and not to mention the fact that he actually laughed at my jokes today. Like really laughed,” you continue, eyes wide as you explain, “I couldn’t help it, I made a joke about Mrs. Higgins today, and he heard it, and laughed. He even turned around and said ‘that was a good one’! Like Eddie, do you know what this means?”

“Of course, he laughed, you’re funny,” he states.

He was too busy cleaning up from the campaign from the evening to expand on his response any further. He was collecting all the miniatures, and character sheets that had been tossed to the floor in excitement when the battle had been won. You know that you could have been helping, but your mind was so far from the chore, that you couldn’t be bothered.

“Well yeah, I’m funny..But see he’s never laughed at any of my jokes before, so like what’s changed?” You ask rhetorically, letting the question fade. Eddie just hums along in response. You're not sure if he had tuned you out or not, but you didn’t really care.

“I’ve seen him talking to Anna Wilkinson lately, you know her right?” you ask, and he doesn’t respond.

“She’s in my chem class, total idiot, but hey she's got nice tits I guess,” you continue. You look down, grabbing your boobs and giving them a squeeze, missing the way that Eddie watches you with a raised brow.

“I mean if that's all he wants..I mean mine are pretty good..right?” You look up at Eddie, who now had both brows raised, and a slight smile on his face.

“Are you asking me if you have nice tits, y/n?”

You pretend to think on it, your head bobbing around, humming whilst you do.

“Yeah, that's exactly what I’m doing, Eddie,” you respond, the sarcasm laced in your tone. He just stares at you for a moment, the smile growing on his face.

“Let me get a better look,” he jokes, but you hop off the table and make your way over to him, your hands still cupping your chest.

“Well?” his eyes drift down from your face, slowly making it towards your chest, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he meets it.

“Oh definitely, best I’ve ever seen, by far. Annie, Abby, whatever the fuck her name is doesn't even stand a chance,” he says with a wink, and you can't help but blush at his comment.

“Thanks,” you giggle.

Eddie purses his lips and gives a curt nod, before going back to cleaning up. You’re silent for a moment, watching the way he bends over to grab the discarded pieces from the floor. Standing up and using his shirt as a means to hold everything.

“Do you think he’d fuck me?” you blurt, not entirely sure where the question came from. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it, but something had triggered the topic.

“Why wouldn’t he?” he asks, turning to look at you.

“I don’t know, part of me feels like I’m not fuckable, you know?” you say with a shrug.

He chuckles, making his way over to the table, releasing his shirt and all the contents in it clattering onto the linoleum surface.

“Trust me, you’re fuckable,” he remarks as if it was a stupid question, which it was to him. He steals a quick glance at you as you sit yourself back up on the table, his eyes roving over you before he stops himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, especially not so obviously. “Extremely fuckable,” he mutters, more so for himself, but you still catch it, and a small wave of heat rushes through you, as you subconsciously squeeze your legs together. You don’t say anything, not sure what you would even say, instead you let the conversation die.

“Do you plan on helping me at all or…?” He looks at you, brow raised. You look around only spotting a few other scattered items.

“No, it looks like you’ve got it handled,” you joke, letting a grin take to your lips. Eddie just hums, his lips pressed together as he nods. You could see the smile he was trying to hide. Jumping down off the table, you collect the rest of the things from the ground, using your shirt the same way Eddie had. Bringing them over to him and dropping them onto the table.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah..” you couldn’t help but study him as he organized the loose papers, pushing them into his worn binder.

“So…would you?” You ask, your voice holding a sense of anticipation to it.

Eddie’s pointless organizational task halts, his famous brow shooting up in amusement. He cocks his head slightly, just enough for him to get a good look at you.

“Would I what?”

He had an inkling of what you were referring to, given the topic of the evening, but he wanted to hear you say it. Looking at him, you were tempted to just come up with something random to say and avoid the topic as a whole, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“You know…” you say, your tone sounding a little more whiny than intended. Eddie fully turns to you now, a smirk plastered to his oddly kissable lips. He was waiting for you to ask him, wondering if you would actually say it. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what the response would be.

“Would you, you know…?” you ask sheepishly, gesturing to the length of your body.

It doesn’t help when you spot his tongue brush across his lower lip, a sure sign that he was enjoying this. It always was. The sudden feeling of embarrassment creeping up on you, heating your cheeks. You were certain he could see it, because his smirk only got bigger. Eddie chuckles, knowing that you weren’t going to go into any more detail than that, so he figured he would just humor you. His teeth cheekily sinking into his lower lip as he shamelessly checks you out, his eyes drinking in all of you.

“Let me get this straight. You, Y/n want to know if I, Eddie, your best friend who just so happens to be a guy, emphasis on that part, would…if given the chance, fuck you?” he asks in a matter of fact tone.

“Yes?” you lilt.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, waiting to see if you would say anything more on the topic, while he debated on what answer he should give you. The slightest upturn to his lips on one side makes you feel nervous.

“Absolutely, don’t even have to think about it.” he replies, flashing a quick smile. He stands there, staring at you for a moment longer before he's back to doing whatever he was doing earlier. It would have been an understatement to say that you were stunned. Suddenly feeling that familiar blush creep into your features once more. You had never thought about Eddie in such a circumstance, but hearing what he had to say made you all that much more curious. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, but it wasn’t something you thought about, other than that one time.

“I would fuck you, you know..just-“ you remark. You don’t know what came over you, why you felt the need to tell him that, but you couldn’t help it. He doesn’t look up at you, or even in your direction. He just chuckles.

“I know,” he says, stealing another glance at you, but this time you were looking at him with a deadpan look. “And I am very flattered.” he adds. The air is silent for a minute before you break it once more.

“Have you ever thought about..?” you start, watching as his brows shoot up as he fights back the amused look on his face. Of course he had, perhaps almost every other night, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a common re-occurrence for him.

“Thought about what?” he prods.

Panic sets in, and you decide it's better to not ask what you were thinking. Quickly finding the hem of your shirt of greater interest.

“Nothing, never mind, it-it was stupid.” You quickly pull your gaze from him, but he does nothing of the sort, eyes still glued to you as the fascination sets in, that he doesn’t even bother to stop himself.

“Eddie, do you ever things about what it would be like to fuck each other, no strings attached…No never…You? He jokes, saying the last bit sarcastically, clearly lying. He had totally thought about it. He’s not sure if he meant to say that as loud as he did, but there was no taking it back now, so instead, he turned back to the table, now resting his hands against it, as he silently berated himself, rapidly tapping his index finger against the surface, hanging his head low.

Shocked that he had said exactly what you had been thinking, you turned to him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“That..wha-what you said.” you say, pointing your finger at him for emphasis. “That’s what I was going to ask.”

You watch as his tongue darts out just past his lips. Resting there as he processes it, slowly bringing himself to look at you. Nothing is said at first, nothing but the same awkward air settling between you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him, waiting for either one of you to say something, anything.

Sitting in silence, you watch as Eddie’s beautifully dark orbs rove over your figure, taking note of the way your hellfire shirt sits perfectly on your frame, or the way your jeans hug your thighs. He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, admiring you so sinfully, but since you’ve mentioned it, it's all he can think about.

His eyes meet yours and suddenly you become hyper aware of the very fact that you were so close to him and yet not close enough. It was your turn to shamelessly take in Eddie. Eddie was attractive, you had always thought so, but the thing that always seemed to stop you was the fact that you had only ever seen him as a friend. Someone you could hangout with, without the pressure to do anything more than just hangout, except now, now it was on your mind. Wondering what his lips tasted like, or what he would feel like underneath you or even on top of you. The way his lips would feel against your skin, the way his hands would feel gripping you tightly, or even no! Stop!

“I mean, not like I’ve fantasized about it or anything, but.um...” he says, pulling you out of your shameful series of thoughts. Your eyes snap to his, your face flushing as you wait for him to finish the topic, wondering what he was going to say next. Your brows shoot up expectantly, wondering why your clothes suddenly feel tighter and scratchier against your skin.

“What If,” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek as he mulls over what to say. Eddie’s not quite sure if he should finish his train of thought, expose himself and the very thing he had been dreaming about since, well since forever. Growing wary of the silence, you take to speaking your mind.

“What if we hooked up? Like right now? I mean just to see what it’s like..could be fun,” you suggest, completely stunned at where it came from. The growing grin on Eddie’s face was indication enough that he was all for the idea, but that didn’t stop him from giving his two cents.

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean our whole dynamic changes then..”

you could have been mistaken, but it almost sounded like he was eager to do it despite the consequences. You couldn’t lie, the thought of the consequences hadn’t even crossed your mind, and even after he mentioned it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to consider them either.

“Nah it will be totally fine, nothing has to change right? I mean it’s just an experiment of sorts. It’s for fun.” You say, reassuring yourself more so than him, you think, giving an awkward shrug in the process. He gives you one last look of skepticism, before he moves over to you, practically gliding across the space, your eyes trained on his every movement.

“Exactly..” he mutters, and you find gaze glued to his lush lips.

“Should we go somewhere or?” You comment, looking around at the empty theatre department. It was late, inching closer to the ten o’clock frame, so the chances of someone coming in was slim, but there was still a possibility.

“Nah, we’ll be fine here, unless you want to,” he shrugs. Shaking your head, Eddie takes that as a sign to proceed. Moving closer to you once more, you instinctively move your legs apart, just enough for him to stand comfortably between.

“You’re sure right? Because if you’re not, just tell me.”

Not even for a minute do you consider the possibility of calling it off, telling him that you made a mistake and that it’s a bad idea. No, you were far too eager to know just how fun this could actually be, and unbeknownst to you, so was Eddie.

“Yeah I’m sure, are you?” Brow raised, a challenged look in your eye. Eddie just chuckles like you had asked your second stupidest question of the night.

“Extremely.”

A wave of heat rushes through you, mixed with the shivers that trail down your spine at his blunt comment. You had always known him to be as such, blunt, but for once it had some type of effect on you.

Eddie’s calloused hands find you jean clad thighs, slow to inch their way up further, as he takes his final steps closer, face inches from yours. Its only then that you consider that maybe their should be some type of rules, some semblance of boundaries, as dumb as it sounded.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kiss,” you speak softly, you can't help but feel the slightest bit of disappointment at your own suggestion, considering the fact that his lips looked absolutely delicious at this very moment. Pillow soft and begging to be kissed, but yet something about it felt too personal, too intimate. Eddie felt the slightest pang of hurt at the comment, but he shakes it.

“Way to suck the fun out of it,” he sighs, hoping that you would change your mind. “You do know that friends kiss all the time, right?…besides, I can see how much you want to kiss me..” He suggests, his eyes trailing down to your lips as he licks his involuntarily. Even if he was joking, he was still correct, you did want to kiss him, desperately to feel his lips against yours.

“You wish, Munson. I’ll tell you what you can kiss me, just not on the lips.”

A look of utter intrigue takes over his features, as he thinks of all the other places that he could kiss you. To him, you were ultimately giving him permission to kiss ever single fucking inch of your body without problem, and though he would love to kiss you like normal people do, he can’t help but feel some type of way knowing that he could kiss anywhere else.

He holds his hands up in surrender with a frown, accepting that you aren’t going to change your mind, at least not without a little more persuasion.

“Fine you win, everywhere but your lips it is,” he says, “Any other fun things that you want to take from me?”

Heat creeps to your face, as you suddenly find it hard to look at him. His hands find your thighs once more, this time slightly higher than they were. You couldn’t think of anything, or perhaps you just didn’t want to find anything else, so you just shake your head.

“Excellent.”

“So..what do we do?” you ask, your gaze straying from his. Eddie cocks his head, not sure what you fully meant by the question.

“Y/n, If I have to explain to you how to have sex, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing thing.” He shrugs, an amused frown on his lips. You scoff, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“You’re so funny, but that's not what I meant asshat, I meant how do we start this?” you huff. Eddie just chuckles.

“Do you trust me?”

It was your turn to find his question incredibly stupid, considering you were about to give yourself to him.

“That’s a stupid question, Eddie. Besides we both know that I only trust you as far as I can through you, and I can’t even pick you up.”

He nods along, “Touche, okay then just relax and I will get us started, yeah?” His finger finds your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly so that he can meet your eyes, his brown orbs boring into you with a sense of anticipation. He gives you a quick wink, and lets go of your face, his hands coming down to the hem of your Hellfire shirt, the very one that was currently driving him mad.

He was so thankful that you couldn’t see or even feel the semi-hard on that he was already sporting just beneath his jeans, because if you could... Slowly inching his hands underneath your shirt, you take over, pulling it from your form and tossing it to the floor.

Eddie stares at you, clearly in some type of trance as his eyes rove over the curvature of your breasts held tightly by your little sheer red bra, the perfect contrast to your skin. His lack of words was starting to worry you as he just stood there, staring at you so plainly.

“Damn, you're pretty,” he mumbles, looking like a child in a candy store, completely unable to pull his eyes away from you. He blinks a couple of times before he's somehow managed to pull himself together. Quick to resume his actions, his hand finding your jaw, guiding it so that more of your neck is exposed to him. His other hand falls to rest on the table, fingers hanging off the edge as they rhythmically tap against the side. Eddie presses a soft innocent kiss just below your ear, letting his lips and teeth glide over the curve of your neck ever so gently. His breath hot against your skin, mixed with the sharp pang of his teeth just over your pulse point was making your head foggy, and your legs weak.

Eddie doesn't miss the way your nails do their best to sink into the wood of the table as he begins to lightly suck on your skin, assuredly leaving marks. If there was any part of you that was thinking logically, which there wasn’t, you might have told him to cut it out, but you couldn’t deny just how wonderful it felt to have his lips on your skin.

His hand falls from your jaw, instantly finding your hip gripping it tightly as if it was his only anchor to reality, the slightest bit of sting from coldness from his rings against the burning contrast of your skin. Nipping at your neck, smoothing over the purple welts with his tongue. You let your mouth hang open as a moan leaves your lips. Goosebumps lining your skin with every touch, every little graze from his teeth, or from the way his breath fans across your heated skin. It felt strange to have your body reacting the way it was, considering the nature of everything, but it felt good.

Placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, as he lowers himself just enough to kiss the soft skin on the tops of your breasts. Nipples hardening as a sense of avidity consumes you. You watch closely, hungrily, as his tongue darts out, tracing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, flicking his tongue over the hardening bud, as his eyes drift up to yours, catching your heated gaze, as he bites down on it, sending you into a fit.

A groan from the back of your throat is ripped from you, as you gaze into his lustful brown eyes, the subtlest smirk on his lips, currently wrapped around your precious nipple.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Eddie’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it tightly as he suddenly pulls you forward on the table and into him. It's now that you can feel him pressing into your clothed core. You feel your walls clench at the slightest bit of pressure to your cunt. You needed him, needed some type of friction from him, and at this point, anything would do. Slowly rocking your hips against his, listening to the way he groans against your skin, and reveling in the way that it goes straight to your core. Eddie slowly begins to push you back against the table, leaving wet kisses down your sternum, his hand grazing the side of your body just right.

You let your eyes fall shut when your head hits the table, your back arches as something sharp digs into your spine.

“Oww!”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, slightly peeved at that stop if Eddie’s actions, your lips already in a downturn.

“What? What's wrong?” Eddie asks, his brows knitted together and eyes narrowed as he scans over your face.

“This table is not it, Eddie, there is shit all over it,” you remark, pouting slightly, your bottom lip jutting out.

He takes a quick glance behind you, picking up the culprit that had undoubtedly caused the problem. Humming as he examines the figurine.

“Hmm, I see…” he pauses, aimlessly scanning the room, “Okay give me a second, I have an idea.”

Reluctantly he pulls away from you, giving you a once over with a smirk before he's disappeared behind one of the stage curtains. Faint sounds of him shuffling around are the only indication that he was still there. You had no idea what he was up to, but you hoped that whatever it was, he would do it quickly, because you were getting impatient. You didn’t want for whatever haze of ‘fucking your best friend for fun, and there is totally nothing weird about it at all,’ to wear off and for you to come to your senses.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” you call out. When he doesn't answer, you hop down off the table in search of him, disappearing behind the same curtain. Your eyes widen as you see what he was doing, making a makeshift pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows from different prop sets.

“And Voila.”

You stare at him blankly, your brows slowly knitting together the longer you look at him.

“What the hell is this?” you chuckle.

“Listen, If you don't want this, I guarantee someone else will,” he remarks, gesturing to his body and the pallet with a cheesy grin.

“Oh I’m sure they would,” you joke, looking back down to the makeshift pallet. If things were different, you might have considered his gesture a romantic one but as of right now, it was a simple solution to a problem.

“Alright, milady, lay down!”

“Oh my god, you're such a dork,” You say, missing the little bow he gives you as you move past him. lowering yourself to lie down, using your elbows to prop yourself up as you look up at him.

The air holds a thickness to it as you both stare at each other expectantly, waiting for something to be said or done. Eddie moves forward, falling to his knees in front of you, his eyes trained on yours. Placing a few kisses on your sternum, moving down as he sucks, kisses and licks at your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan, gathering all of his attention.

“Yes?” he asks coolly, despite actually freaking out on the inside.

Looking him up and down quickly, you sigh, “This is hardly fair, you’re still fully clothed.”

You watch as the corner of his lips tug upwards, and a cheeky grin takes over, the slight alone making your core throb.

“If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you should have just asked, darling.”

You watch in awe as his tongue glides over his teeth, his hands finding the bottom of his hellfire shirt, and pulling it off in a fluid motion. You’d seen Eddie like this countless times, shirtless, hell you had even seen him in nothing but boxers before, and each time you took a moment to look him over, to just admire him, but this time felt different. This time you couldn’t peel your eyes from him, you wanted to see every inch, wanted to trace your finger over every tattoo, let your tongue glide across his skin even. You let yourself indulge, admiring his lean frame and the few tattoos that lined his skin for a few moments, curious if you would ever get to experience this again.

He begins to crawl up the length of your body, using his arms to cage you, as he just barely hovers above you. The familiar chain and guitar pick dangling just before your eyes as a silent taunt, convincing you to grab it. Heartbeat hastening as you take in the scent of him, the musk with the subtle sweet elements, as he comes to a stop, face inches from yours. His sights set on your lips, wondering if he could get away with stealing a single

kiss, or if it would end up in you hitting him and being mad, risking all of this to come to an end. Wetting your lips, you nearly forget about the one rule set in place, thinking that maybe, just maybe it would be alright, that you could do it, and things wouldn’t end badly, but the thought is cut short when you feel the clasps on your bra break free.

Eyes wide as you stare at him, wondering how you didn’t notice his hand now placed on your back.

“Would you look at that..” he starts, brows raised in a sense of amusement, pulling the straps away from your arms as he pulls the thin fabric from your body. Looking down at you, shamelessly taking in the sight, he pulls his lips into a thin line.

“Yep I was right, you have the best tits, Anna Wilkinson never stood a chance,” he says, pulling his gaze back to yours. Rolling your eyes, you give him a playful shove.

“You are so goddamn cringy…just shut up and fuck me already,” you say with a smile, chuckling at the way his eyes widen.

“Well, aren't you romantic?”

Eddie’s index finger comes up to the top of your forehead, pushing your head back as a means to tell you to lay back down. Rolling your eyes you oblige, chuckling softly to yourself.

“One of us has to be, and from the looks of it, it has to be me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Bringing himself to hover back over you. Moving down your body slightly, taking one of your breasts in the palm of his hand, palming it all while listening to that little gasp that leaves you at the contact.

“Eddie?” you whine.

“Y/n…?” he retorts, mockingly.

“Hurry up..” you demand.

Eddie, brings your perky nipple between his index finger and his thumb, looking up at you, pushing his lip out to mock you.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners? Usually when you want something, you say that pretty little word, you know the one…it starts with a ‘p’..” he says, grinning wildly.

You scowl back, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, but when he squeezes your nipple, you cry out a please, one to which he chuckles at.

“See that wasn’t so hard, now was it, baby?”

He leans down, running his tongue over the bud, before he sucks it into his mouth with a soft moan, using his other hand to palm at your other breast, kneading it, taking in every sound that leaves your lips. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his to gain some friction against your aching cunt. Eddie groans loudly, pulling his mouth from you as he looks up at you like you had just done something unspeakable to him. It was almost like a switch had flipped in him.

His fingers move to your pants, quick to undo the button of your jeans. He grabs your ankle, pulling the lace from your shoes as he pulls them off and tosses it behind him, moving to the next one.

“Thanks”

Eddie jerks your pants down your body, and tosses them to the ground.

“Anytime.”

He lowers himself so that his lips hover just barely over your navel, eyes glued to yours as his tongue darts out across your skin, letting it turn to open mouth kisses down your body.

“I’m going to be honest, I want to eat you out.” he states plainly, his fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of your panties, waiting for any objections to leave you at his request.

“Well, then do it, Eddie,” you say, pushing your legs further apart, indicating that you wanted him to proceed. “I'm not stopping you.”

Eddie bites down on his lower lips, biting back the shit eating grin that was taking over his lips.

“Oh trust me, nothing is stopping me other than these obnoxiously cute panties you’ve got on here, I just wanted to tell you.”

He says, giving a brow wiggle to emphasize his point. Looping his fingers around the band on your panties, pulling them down your legs to expose your cunt. A wide grin expands across Eddie’s lips, running his tongue over them as he looks down at you.

“I know I said it already, but you are so fucking pretty…Can I-” “Have at it big boy.” you chuckle at the way his eyes sat open wide and his mouth slightly agape. If you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he had been wanting this, waiting for a lifetime just to see you like this. He doesn't hesitate to touch you, running his fingers through your folds ever so sweetly, circling your entrance. Your eyes screw shut when you feel one of his fingers sink into you, curling it to brush that spot that drove you wild. He watches in awe as he slowly works it in and out of you. Taking note of the way your breathing changes when he moves his finger a certain way, or the way that your walls clench around his finger when he curls it.

He pulls his finger from you, positioning himself between your legs looking up at you with an eager smile.

Feeling your face flush, you turn your head slightly, pulling your gaze from him slightly embarrassed to be watching him do such an intimate thing to you.

Eddie slaps your thighs, demanding that you look at him as he rises slightly from his position. Eyes darting towards him in surprise, as he gives you a look of challenge.

“If im doing this,” he starts, his voice now low and gruff. He holds up two of his fingers, gesturing back and forth for your eyes to stay on him. You didn’t even realize it until it was too late, but a whimper escaped you at his blatant demand, the way he so casually told you that he wanted you to watch him devour you. He gives you that look of ‘do you understand’ and you are relieved when the subtle nod of your head is enough for him. He holds those fingers up close to his mouth, spreading them slightly before he sticks his tongue out between them with a wink. A crude gesture.

He’s back down between your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, kissing, licking, nipping at your thighs as he makes his way up to your cunt, licking a strip from hole to clit, with the flick of his tongue. Your legs tense as the sensation, but quickly relax as he continues.

His tongue darts inside of you, watching your brows crease with a grin on his face. He never thought he would get to see you this way, even though he’d been thinking about it for years, but here you were, actually laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy and he loved it.

One hand flying to tangle in his precious dark locks, the very ones that no one was allowed to touch, except you on a few rare occasions, one of those being now, whilst your other finds the blanket that you were currently situated on, gripping at it tightly when he switches to sucking harshly on your clit.

Low groans leave Eddie every time to tug on his hair, urging him closer to your needy cunt. His hips rut against the pallet hoping to relieve some of the ache to no avail. He needed you, but not before he finished devouring you.

“Shit you taste good.” he hums.

With each greedy swipe of his tongue your legs begin to tremble, slowly starting to close around his head, your hips starting to rise to meet him. His right hand snaking around your waist to pull you back down and keep you there.

His left hand dragging up your inner thigh, his ring clad fingers teasing your entrance before he slips a digit in, noting the way your mouth falls open and a moan seeps out, drawing in his attention. God, he hated that you took away the one thing he had been wanting to do for ages, especially when that very mouth was making such sinful sounds, even more so because he was causing them. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to your pretty little mouth, but right now the only thing he could focus on was kissing them, and it drove him crazy.

“Does that feel good?” he smiles, watching as your eyes fall shut.

With a few pumps of his finger, he quickly adds another, curling them perfectly inside you. You kick your head back while letting out a loud moan at the added sensation.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He chuckles lightly, watching you squirm. “Didn’t I say eyes on me?” he goads, “Because I will stop.”

Your eyes shoot open, darting down at his smug face. “There’s a good girl.” he coos, clearly satisfied with the way things were going.

The mixture of his precious mouth sucking, and licking at your clit in a perfect pattern and the movements of his fingers, soon has your vision blurring and legs clenching around his head, as your orgasm hits you. You clamp your eyes shut, as you call out his name into the open air, reeling as your body jolts with each wave of pleasure that he was giving you.

Eddie doesn’t stop, he watches eagerly as you writhe and come completely undone, his tongue still slowly toying with your cunt.

“Eds,” you whine out, hoping that he would get the hint.

With one final flick of his tongue he pulls away from you, a wolfish grin on his glistening lips. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sticking them in his mouth as he cleans them off, before pulling them back out with a pop. Watching you carefully as you catch your breath. Your eyes widen as you watch him, completely speechless at his actions, opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off by him.

“Did you really think I was going to pass on that opportunity?” He asks brows raised.

Clamping your mouth shut you look away, heat filling your cheeks.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes dart back to him, concern filling your features, and Eddie has to bite back the smile.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Well I am now missing a ring, and I’m 98.7% sure that it’s stuck inside your cunt.” He states, an amused look on his face. Panic starts to set in as your hand darts down to the apex of your thighs.

“Are you fucking serious, Edward?!” You pause, your face contorted, as you stare at him, taking in the shit eating grin growing on his glossed lips.

“No im fucking kidding,” he chuckles, holding up his hand and the so called missing ring, as he slides it back into place. “Could you imagine,” he adds, wiping his brow as if to say ‘disaster averted.’ You’re up on your knees in front of him instantly, about ready to hit him for his foolery.

“That was not fucking funny!” You exclaim, to which Eddie rolls his eyes plainly.

“Eh, that’s debatable, but it’s neither here nor there so let’s just move on, shall we.”

God you hated him, thinking that such an action would be considered funny. As the panic starts to die down, you can still feel the sense of desire still weighing heavy on you. Finding some of your confidence, you lean closer to him, your hands resting on his belt as you unfasten it and look up at him.

“Woah, you can't look at me like that,” he remarks, feeling his pants grow slightly tighter at the sight of you.

“Like what?” You feign innocence.

“Like that, you’ve got the ‘please let me suck you off look,’ and it’s doing things to me.”

You feel your pussy clench, the thought of him in your mouth was one that you weren’t opposed to in the slightest.

“And what If I wanted too?” you ask sheepishly, batting your lashes at him as you tug his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Come on sweetheart, you’re killing me here,” he sighs, feeling his heart banging against his chest like it wanted to break free. You were in fact, slowly by slowly, killing him. Making him unbelievably hard with each and everything that you did, and he hated it, well as much as he could. You loop your fingers around the band of his boxers, waiting for the go ahead, before you proceed, pulling down his boxers to let his cock free.

It scared you the way your body instantly reacted to him, to the sight of him alone. It was a lie to say that you weren’t eager to know just how good he would feel inside you, stretching you out perfectly, and all for him nonetheless, your legs feeling sticky hot.

Swallowing hard to take a minute to admire him, hard, perfectly curved, and leaking drops of precum down the shaft, that you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting. Your eyes meet his quickly before you take him into your awaiting palm, leaning forward to lick up the mess, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him onto your mouth with a moan.

“Fuck baby,” he moans. It was a soft and earthy moan, delicate and yet gruff at the same time, music to your ears, and you hated to admit, but you could listen to it forever. Your tongue glides over the prominent vein as you licked at the entirety of him. He stares down at you in awe, like he had never seen anything prettier in his entire life, and truth be told, he would argue that he hadn’t. As you take him further into your mouth, gagging slightly, as he slowly thrust his hips forward with a deep groan.

“mmm, s-shit… s-sweetheart… s’fucking, fuck.”

He could feel himself nearing the edge, especially when you started to use your hand to work the rest of him, or the way spit began to dribble down the sides of your face. He wasn’t going to last, and he was going to be damned if he was going to spend it in your mouth before he got the chance to feel your precious little cunt wrapped around him.

With nothing but sheer willpower he eases you off of him, looking down at you with a pout on his face. He runs his thumbs across the sides of your mouth, wiping away the spit.

“You keep doing that and I am not going to last at all, and I fucking hate that because that felt so damn good, but we agreed that we were going to fuck, so,” he explains, raising his brow.

“Shame, I was having fun.”

Eddie gives a breathy chuckle, as he pushes you to lie on your back, lowering himself with you the entire way. Kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes, it’s finally dawned on you that you were both now fully exposed, and there was no going back now.

“So..”

“So…” you respond, finding it hard to meet his gaze.

Eddie clears his throat, biting at the inside of his cheek. “Is this how you want to do it, position wise I mean, because I am not opposed, I just want to kno-”

“No I like this, it's a good solid position you know.” you shrug, blush creeping to your cheeks. “Or I mean, I could…I could ride you if you want that too?”

You felt utterly stupid even suggesting it, but the way his eyes light up has heat pooling in your belly.

“Yeah? Yeah that sounds good too.”

Eddie felt like a damn child at Christmas with the way you wanted to ride him. God he was in heaven. He does his best to keep his cool, acting like it didn’t really matter to him in the slightest, but he wasn’t as good at it as he originally thought. His dark eyes were wide, longing almost, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Well then, let’s try that.”

“Alright then, let's do this, sweetheart,” he says with a click of his tongue. He looks down momentarily, his smile fading and his brows knitting together.

“Fuck, um I don’t have a condom..”

You roll your eyes, “I have some condoms in my backpack,” you say, pointing to your bag leaning against the table. It caught you by surprise, the fact that he didn’t at least have one on him. Not that you thought about it a lot but you would have Eddie pegged as someone who would never leave the house without one. You would like to say you knew all about his sexual exploits, but it dawned on you that there could have been plenty of encounters that he had failed to mention, so the thought of him without the necessary ‘tools’ to fuck someone seemed strange.

“Why don’t you have one? I thought you were fucking girls all the time?” You ask, watching as Eddie pulls himself up from the ground and hurries over to your bag, pulling it open to search through the pockets.

He looks back at you, amusement written on his face.

“Yeah, um that’s why I’m out, dummy.” Flipping through the bag he sighs, “Where the fuck are they?”

“Back zipper, behind my textbooks.” you call back, “Well, it might just be me, but you should probably replenish your stash.”

He opens the zipper, letting his mouth fall open at the sight.

“Why would I need to do that when you’ve got enough for both of us right here. There’s no fucking reason I should need to have any of my own, but that’s besides the point. What.the.fuck. Are you doing, that you need this many condoms..in your backpack?” he asks, holding up a handful, dropping a few.

“What?! A girl has to be prepared,” you argue, “never know when I’m going to need them, you know, and thank god I had some.” You say, brow raised as if to emphasize a point.

He shakes his head in disbelief, brows knitted together, and eyes narrowed on you.

“You do realize you don’t need condoms to mind-fuck someone, right y/n?”

He throws them back in your bag, keeping a hold of one of them as he makes his way back over to you, falling to his knees as he slowly shakes his head.

“I mean thank god, Steve can’t get you pregnant now, you know with all the fucking you guys do…in your head…”

“Ha ha, very funny, Munson.”

Biting at your lower lip as you impatiently watch him roll the condom on.

“I’m just saying, better safe than sorry,” he shrugs, giving a little pout of his lips. Rolling your eyes, you prop yourself up on your knees, pushing him down on his back. Swinging your leg over his midsection, you line yourself up, his cock nudging your still sensitive clit, and you hiss at the contact.

“Yeah well.. anyway, ready?” You weren’t entirely sure if you were but there was only one way to find out. Eddie’s greedy hands find your waist as he pulls you down, his tip just barely inside you.

“Yeah, you?”

You nod your head, letting yourself sink down onto his length, grabbing onto his arm as you focus on the way he is stretching you out, filling you up deliciously.

“Damn, you’re tight.” he says through gritted teeth. Your head falls back and your lips fall open, soft whines leaving your lips as you work your hips to better take him.

“No, y-you're just s-so big.”

Eddie’s head falls back with a soft thump and you’re not sure if it was because of what you said or something entirely different. “Y/n..” it’s like a reverent lullaby the way he says your name. “You are killing me.”

As he bottoms out inside of you, you both still, almost too scared to move, too afraid for it all to come to an end. Looking down at him, your best friend, hair a tangled mess around his head and face, pupils blown, neck perfectly on display adorned by that damned necklace, and his lips. Lips that had just spoken your name ever so sweetly. You knew that everything was going to have to change, maybe not for the worst and maybe not for the better, but definitely change. There was no going back now and nothing could change it.

It was involuntary, the way you clench around his cock, watching as his eyes fall shut for a brief moment. You don’t know what was happening to you, the way your pulse quickened at the sound of his soft, beautiful moan, or the way that a strange sensation, one that you could almost, almost, describe as butterflies filled you. It meant nothing, because why would it? Why should it mean anything?

You hadn't even realized that he was staring back at you, watching intently on the way your chest was heaving, the way your breast moved with each rise and fall of your chest. Letting his eyes drift the length of your body, stealing a glance at where you were so perfectly connected, as he lets out a shuttered sigh of relief.

He notices the part of your lips, pink and still slightly swollen, as you breathe softly. He had never wanted anything more than to kiss you, feel your tongue collide with his, it was nothing shy of torture.

His eyes drift up to yours, the glazed over looks piques his interest, and he’s forced to wonder just what that pretty little mind of yours was thinking. He squeezes your thighs, pulling you from the haze, and your eyes meet him, locking as you feel the embarrassment fill you.

“We gonna do this?” He says softly.

“Yeah of course, I was just adjusting.” You chuckle, giving him a wink. Before you have any more time to think about anything else you start to move, finding a suitable rhythm to have both of you moaning. His fingers press harder into the flesh of your hips as your ass comes down against his lap, as you keenly bounce on his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re taking me so well.”

Why? Why did he have to say that? You whine, feeling that familiar heat building inside you once more. Eddie meets your thrusts with ones of his own, each one bringing pleasure and pain as he begins to hit every deep spot inside you, ones you had never managed to do yourself.

“S-shit Munson,” you cry out, your head lulling back on your shoulders, as he drives into you. Part of you just wanted to let go, let him fuck you senseless. To just lie back and enjoy it all, and strangely enough he sensed it. “Eddie, give me more, p-please.”

Eddie groans knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” With one fluid motion he had your back pressed firmly against the pallet, your hands falling above your head, and he can’t help but admire the way you look.

Eddie grabs your ankles, slinging them over his shoulders providing him a whole new angle to fuck you. Deeper and harder. The stretch of him, stings, burns even causing your vision to start to blur. Fuck it was perfect, well almost.

“Better?” He finds it hard to speak, his pace quickening as he drills into you, relishing in the delicious pull you were giving him, your walls clinging to him like a vice.

“Oh f-fuck Eddie, yes..yes..” it had never felt so right to say his name in such a manner, and it scared part of you to your core. He watches in awe at the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way your arms tangle lazily around each other, your teeth coming out to sink into your bottom lip and your eyes fall closed.

The poor boy had almost thought that he had finally died and had gone to heaven, but he knew it wasn’t, because if it was, he would have his tongue shoved so far down your throat at this point. Truth be told, he was going to be damned if he didn’t get to kiss you at least once at some point.

“Fuck you look so goddamn pretty, so perfect” he didn’t want you to catch the last part but you did, you heard all of it. Eddie, nearing his climax, snakes his hand down to your clit, thumb massaging tight circles into it, ones that make your body squirm, ones that match the pace of his thrusts. You can feel your sweet release burning deep in your stomach, while your head begins to spin. The drawl of his cock, moving in a sweet yet simple pace, and the tempo that he was keeping with the pad of his thumb, was rendering you completely drunk.

“Mmmm fuck…..baby…” Eddie groans, lowering himself down to you, the familiar chain dangling in your face. His lips were so close to yours, his labored breaths fanning across your face, his eyes meeting yours. You hadn’t noticed it until then, and perhaps it hadn’t always been there, but in this exact moment, his eyes held a deep sense of adoration in them, like he was looking at something that meant the world to him. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and before you can process, his lips are pressed against yours. Shocked, your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Nothing was working, your body had gone numb as you felt your release take over. Every part of your body sets a flame, as your back bows off the pallet and your eyes fall shut.

Your cunt spasms around him as his own release gives, his hips stuttering with each thrust. Your name tumbling from his lips against yours. Somewhere deep inside of you surfaced, taking control as you reach up and grab the guitar pick that was dangling in front of you, and use it to close the gap between you and Eddie. Crashing your lips against his in a heated and messy kiss. The one simple rule, now a distant memory.

Eddie’s hips halt as he stills inside you, bringing his arm around to rest under your back as he deepens the kiss. He didn’t care if the kiss was a result of your shared highs, and would most likely last only a second more before you both pulled away and would pretend that it didn’t happen. You on the other hand, had no idea what possessed you to kiss him back, especially like you did. At some point in the night you had lost all sense of logic and reason. You would argue that some ulterior force hijacked you, making you think that whatever this was, was the right choice.

You pull away from him, still too stunned to say anything, and from the looks of it, so was he. Pupils blown, and a look of surprise on his face. The room is silent except for the sounds of the pair of you fighting to catch your breaths. Both of you are far too afraid to make any sudden movements, as you fight to meet each other’s gaze. It felt like a lifetime had passed by the time Eddie pulled out of you, discarding the spent condom, and plopping down beside you.

Staring up at all the stage lights wondering who was going to speak first and cut the tension, and you felt relieved and nervous all at the same time when you heard Eddie’s mouth open.

“Well that was..” he says, clearing his throat. He fights the urge to look over at your still figure, as you do the same.

“Yeah…yeah it was..” you croak, your voice broken.

The silence settles again, and you can’t help but wonder what was going on in the beautiful head of his, not that you knew even what was going on in your. Neither of you had ever been at more of a loss for words than you were right now. This was a first.

“So how’s Rebecca?” You ask, unsure of why you thought that this was the topic that most definitely needed to be brought up at this moment.

Eddie bursts out into laughter as his hand flies up to wipe over his face.

“Really!? Now? This is the conversation you want to have now of all times?” He chuckles, finally looking over at you to see that you were already looking at him with wide eyes. You giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed but relieved that the tension had been cute.

“Well believe it or not Eddie, I have never been in this position before, so I’m not really sure whats good in the state of post best friend fucking conversations?” you huff a laugh, rolling your eyes as he gives you a suggestive look.

“Well we both know you're lying when you say you’ve never been in that position before..”

Grabbing the pillow beside you, you swing it at his head, laughing when you hear the muffled sounds of a grunt.

“Ha ha ha.” you say sarcastically.

“Rebecca is great by the way, thanks for asking.” He says with a wolfish grin, “I don’t really think it's going anywhere though but who knows. I mean we’re not really out of the ‘hey can I buy some weed off of you?’ ‘Sure thing’ ‘you’re so cool Eddie’ phase just yet, but things seem to be turning around, maybe sooner or later I’ll find some courage to actually talk to her, but I seriously doubt it.” he jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

“Well if it means anything, I don’t like her, so.” you smile back.

“Oh, well then in that case, I am just going to have to forget about her it seems, you know since you don’t like her.” he deadpans, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

“Good, I’m glad you get it.” You let your gaze linger on him a moment more, letting it drift down the length of his body, biting at the inside of your cheek.

“Getting a good look?” he asks, watching as the blush creeps to your cheeks.

“Oh shut up.” you retort.

You locate your clothes quickly, and slip into them, aware that his eyes are trained on you every step of the way.

“Getting a good look?” you mock, turning to see him blatantly staring.

“Yeah well it's not everyday you get to see your best friend naked, so I figured that I would commit it to memory, you know, just in case.”

Eddie looks at you, the familiar glint of mischief behind his eyes. Grabbing his clothes you toss them at him, your hands falling to your hips.

“Mhm, just in case of what, Eddie?”

Eddie drags on his clothes, standing up to tower over you, fixing his belt while he looks down at you, eyes narrowed with that mischievous glint.

“Just in case, you die but your face gets horribly disfigured and they come to me needing to ID you, but all that's left is your body, and then I can tell them ‘yep officer, that's her alright, I’d know those tits anywhere, they’re better than Anne Wilkinson’s.’”

You shake your head, biting at your lower lip to hide the laugh that was begging to escape.

“So you see, I’m just looking out for you, baby.” He winks. He begins to pick up the blankets that you were just using, unable to stop yourself from admiring the expanse of his back currently covered by his denim vest, or the curve of his ass, as he bends over. Stop!

Your stomach flutters, and you swallow hard, clearing your throat as you make your way back to the table, picking up your backpack, and plopping it down on the table, grabbing out a few spare condoms. Eddie makes his way over to you with a smile, as you hold out your hand for him.

“Here.”

Eddie holds out his own hand, skepticism on his face, as he waits for you to reveal yours.

“What are you giving me?”

You drop a handful of condoms into his awaiting palm, with a smile of your own.

“Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for any other sexual voyages you encounter now would we. It’s like what you always say, better safe than sorry.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder, beaming at him as you make your way to the door, leaning against the frame.

“Now will you please take me home? I need to shower.” you quip, folding your arms over your chest.

Eddie flashes you the cheesiest smile, sliding the condoms into his pocket.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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