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Watchful Eyes

CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU

read Bucky's story here

summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.

a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please don’t be discouraged by the word count - I promise you it’s worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try 💛)

word count: 10.8k

warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!

ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

“Can you start Monday?”

“I can start Monday.”

“Perfect.”

Holy fuckidy fuck fuck.

You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch.

It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEO’s of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things.

There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEO’s home.

The good thing - or bad thing, you weren’t sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person.

The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did.

The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away.

You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you.

“Who are you?” You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul.

Holy Shit.

Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer.

Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.

“I’m the new maid, sir. I’m so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.”

Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadn’t planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didn’t mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasn’t the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.

“Well I’m here aren’t I?” His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare.

“Right. Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.” You turned to leave again but he stopped you.

“No need. I am on my way out.” The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.

“Don’t snoop.” He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you weren’t sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you.

Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.

The place was huge, you’d already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasn’t dirty per se - just had the usual dust you’d expect in a place this size with only one person living in it.

You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner.

“What ya doing, punk?” The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve.

“Just making sure things stay in order.” He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.

“Heard Nat got you a new maid.” Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. “That her?”

His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement.

“She’s pretty,” Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. “But I bet you don’t care anyway. You’re all ‘don’t sell my stuff’ and ‘having things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassing’. Wouldn’t know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.”

“Because it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they don’t do the same.” Of course, Steve knew you were ‘pretty’. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.

Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Nonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.” And then he pushed off the sill. “I think it’s time for you to get laid again. And that’s why I’m a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.”

Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. “I don’t need your wing-maning me. I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious, Buck.”

“You can thank me later.” He stout towards the door. “You know... after you’ve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.” Bucky winked before his face disappeared again.

Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen.

As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly.

❁ ❁ ❁

“We’ll get one more round of the good stuff.”

“Of course Mr. Stark.” Tony winked and patted his waitress’s butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar.

Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid.

“God, I love that thing,” Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.

“You better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.” Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table.

“So...” Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. “You see anything you like?” He gestured at the bar where Tony’s carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadn’t made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City.

It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasn’t feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease I’m about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted.

Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Oh, apparently you have...” Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steve’s crotch and back up just as fast. “Well then,” he leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Which one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.”

“Just shut up, punk.”

“Okay you don’t have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.” He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. “You better be in a good mood tomorrow.”

Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with ‘the good stuff’ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible.

But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasn’t fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends.

He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Sam’s kids and nephews rather than listen to Tony’s latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction.

“Earth to Rogers,” Sam’s finger snapped in front of Steve’s face. “What this I’m hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?”

“She sold his stuff on Craigslist.” Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them.

“You aren’t serious.”

“I really liked that tie,” Steve grumbled into his cup.

“Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.”

“You’re rich, too, Sam.”

Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasn’t any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.

“Well, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But he’s refusing to see it.”

Tony chuckled. “Well, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isn’t it.”

Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now.

“To new maids that aren’t selling your clothes on the internet then.” He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked.

And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation.

❁ ❁ ❁

It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great.

By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You weren’t surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogers’s apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which weren’t. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldn’t forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.

You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment.

Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite.

With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldn’t spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogers’s daily schedule.

You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - you’d noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where you’d think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ‘not snooping’ you desperately wanted to do.

You knew better though.

People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible.

Of course, you didn’t stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.

Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of women’s underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so.

So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work.

Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steve’s non-existent sex life, he couldn’t imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home.

Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just weren’t for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.

He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him.

The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it weren’t for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasn’t right.

Steve knew that you weren’t usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary.

It was worrisome.

He couldn’t place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him.

He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadn’t seen in them before.

You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet.

“I am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t realize it was this late already.” You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. “I’ll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.”

Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didn’t immediately snap back into the caster. “The subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.” You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. “And do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital they’re taking people? Because it’s so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didn’t know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This won’t happen again I promise-“

“Hey,” Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. “It’s alright.” He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. “Are you okay? Do you need a day off?”

Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldn’t believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock.

“No... no, I’m fine.” You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little.

“Then take a breath for me, please.” You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore.

You were fine - that’s what you had said. But you didn’t quite seem that way.

He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward.

“I’ll clean this up real quick and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadn’t been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Bucky had meant by ‘interested’, but Save decided it would do for now. “You can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. I’ll be in my office for some time, so please don’t rush. I didn’t mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.”

His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. “O- okay.”

He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall.

After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadn’t welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didn’t mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through.

Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back.

The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions.

He couldn’t help himself, you were just so pretty.

The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasn’t that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didn’t know him well enough yet.

You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit.

“Well done,” Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise.

“Woah, didn’t see you there, Sir.” You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didn’t want that.

“Would you like some coffee?” He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage.

But you shook your head, raising your hands. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you’ve got work to do...”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it were an inconvenience.”

You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him.

“You seem uncomfortable,” he tried, cautious not to intrude.

“I’m not. It’s just that... I’m not used to,” you gestured around the kitchen, “all this.”

“I know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.” Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.

You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didn’t feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didn’t know if he could actually stand it for long.

“You got this job through Bucky’s assistant, right?”

“Natasha, yes. She’s my best friend.” Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you.

“How long have you known each other?” He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips.

“We’ve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. It’s nice to have her back.”

“That does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.” Steve smiled reminiscent.

“Right, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.” You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. “Sorry, but it’s hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.”

Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didn’t appreciate it... it just used to be simpler.

“Yes, Bucky is my oldest friend... we’d lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.”

“You don’t mean that,” you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest he’d ever heard.

“Of course not.” He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool.

“I should go,” you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy.

This was definitely new.

❁ ❁ ❁

The next week was pure torture.

Steve couldn’t work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldn’t go to work later to at least catch a ‘good morning’ from you.

It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there.

Steve’s work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.

It wasn’t until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before.

“I’m headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?” Sharon popped her head through the door of Steve’s office after the knock she placed there.

Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early!” She beamed and Steve just waved her off.

The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ‘not suited for work’ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was.

Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell.

His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants.

“Jesus Christ,” He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip.

His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video.

Steve’s eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress.

Steve’s fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer.

For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream.

Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now.

❁ ❁ ❁

“So... how’s it going?” Nat’s voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises.

“It’s going really good. I don’t see him that often but he’s not messy at all, so it’s really not that bad.”

“Good, I’m glad!” Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. “Anything you wanna tell me?” Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, we’re stating the obvious here. He’s hot!”

“Nat!” You gasped appalled. “I’m not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.”

“Why not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,” she stated plainly and shorty after a distant ‘You got that right, doll!’ was heard through your speaker.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying.

“So...?”

“Okay, yes he’s super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?”

“Yes, very.”

You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Roger’s apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. “Good. I can’t believe I just made me say that out loud.”

“We both know it’s true. No shame in a little crush.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?

“Great, now I’m actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,” You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks.

“I knew it!”

“Nat, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, but-“ and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter.

You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. You’d never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated.

Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again.

Happy one month!

Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.

Happy one month.

You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.

You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, you’d even said it out loud - how embarrassing!

“Okay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,” you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed.

“It’s not embarrassing if nobody saw. I’m the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.” Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet.

“This never happened,” you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. “Just move on with your day.”

Thank god it wasn’t kitchen day - you wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.

With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work.

It’s just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office.

Just like any other day...

❁ ❁ ❁

Boy, had you never been any more wrong.

Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadn’t gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set.

But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good.

“Hello?”

“Good evening!” Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. “I am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“That’s alright, what do you need?” You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogers’s assistant.

“Well, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?”

“What? When?”

“Now would be amazing.” Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet.

“I can be there in thirty minutes,” you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end.

“Amazing! Thank you so much.”

She had hung you before you could even answer. It didn’t matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate ‘getting fired’ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk.

You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.

❁ ❁ ❁

8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island.

Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didn’t quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“What did I do?” It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didn’t need to see how worried you really were.

To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top.

“You forgot your flowers.”

“My... my flowers?” He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too.

“Yes... I got you flowers. You’ve officially been working here for a month. That’s a record.” He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m... very picky.”

His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didn’t exactly say.

“So, I’m not fired.” God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now.

“On the contrary.” Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. “I think I can trust you. I’m very pleased with your work. You deserve them.”

“I do?” You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near.

“Can I trust you?”

His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. “Ye- Yes.”

“Good.” His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch.

Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display.

You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?

His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Roger’s hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face.

So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well.

Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours.

Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently.

Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasn’t the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace.

No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air.

Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his.

“You’re very good at this.”

He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Up.” He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm gonna show you how good I am at this.”

Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one you’d secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you weren’t scared.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine.

“I knew it,” you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient.

“The way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?” A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. “You need somebody to take care of you, huh.”

You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. “Ah, yes.”

“Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m right here. I’ll take real good care of you.” His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them.

You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. “So needy.”

His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core.

“Feel so good, so big,” you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world.

“You can’t wait any longer, can you, Bambi?” His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. “But I get it. I don’t wanna wait any longer, either.”

In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. “So pretty.”

“I need you,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Believe me, I need you too.” He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that.” You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind.

“Oh, god.” A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out.

“This isn’t enough, is it, Bambi?” He dragged a strong finger up your spine. “You need me to fill you all the way up, don’t you? Need me to mark you, show everyone you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.” You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldn’t wait to feel him raw - you’d let him do anything.

You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasn’t perfect about him?

“You’re so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, aren’t you? You’ll suck me right in, I just know it.”

“Please! I wanna feel all of you.” Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you.

His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure.

He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, baby girl. You’re so tight. You’ll be so stuffed with me.”

“I need you de-. I- ah just please!”

He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs.

You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. “Gripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?” He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him.

“I can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.”

“Fuck.” Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm.

“I’m so close already, sir. I’m-”

“Fucking call me Steve,” he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. “You gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?”

You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating.

“I-“Another scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again.

“That was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? I’m so fucking close.”

His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder.

“’S too much! Ah!” You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.

“You’re doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.” He kissed your neck and bit your skin. “So fucking beautiful, how’d I get so lucky?”

“Steve!” You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach.

“I’m almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.” His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”

“I don’t know if I-“

“Yes, you can!” Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind.

“I’m gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. You’re mine.”

“Steve! Steve!” You couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer.

“Wait. Almost there.”

“I can’t. I can’t! I’m- Oh my god!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. “Cumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.” He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest.

Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you.

“You did so good.” His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. “Now, rest. You deserve it.”

And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.

He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you weren’t there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him.

A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe you’d gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure.

But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication you’d show up soon. Steve really couldn’t push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone.

“Good morning, Sharon.”

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I’m just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.”

“What? Until when?”

“She didn’t say. But she’ll call when she is better.”

“Do you know what she has?”

“I believe that’s private. Mr. Rogers.”

Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head.

“Would you be so kind so send me her number?” He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away.

“Of course, one second.” And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant.

“Thank you.” Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as.

Steve didn’t hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker.

“Hello?”

Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful.

“Mr Rogers,” you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Why’d you stop?

“Yes... I heard you’re sick. Do you need anything?” He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didn’t want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning.

“No, no. I’m good thank you.” There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didn’t understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?

“Well... I hope you are able to come back soon.”

You huffed into the phone. “Uh, yes. Okay.”

“Alright, then. I’ll see you.”

“I’ll see you.”

And then the line went dead. And Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you weren’t going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didn’t happen of course.

So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasn’t exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts.

First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m.

It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, he’d go insane.

His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything.

The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door ‘ding’ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud.

Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited you’d shown up - visibly well and healthy that was.

You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didn’t know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to - he wanted to so badly.

His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom.

He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard.

“What are you doing?” His voice was higher than he anticipated.

“I’m working,” you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off.

“Why?” Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.

You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. “I’m working because, unlike other people, I can’t just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,” you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.

Though, Steve couldn’t quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? You’d said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didn’t make sense.

Steve didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by.

You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldn’t quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead.

In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.

Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on his–

*smack*

His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin.

“You don’t have to mock me, okay?! I know it’s embarrassing and it’s stupid what we did, so please don’t make this more difficult.”

“What?” Steve was baffled, hurt.

It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra.

“Just leave me alone. Don’t you have work to do?”

He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - he’d never do that. “I called in sick. I was so... forget it.”

You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldn’t stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey he’d only use you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. “Do you really regret what we did?”

Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them.

“No,” you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat.

He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. He’d come this far and didn’t want to mess it all up again. “Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I'm not ignoring you.” It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. “We don’t know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re you and I’m just the maid.” You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasn’t right.

He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. “And what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?” Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. “I like you. And the night– ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.”

He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. “Please say something, Bambi.”

“You like me?” There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist.

Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. “I do.”

He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much.

His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation.

Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldn’t possibly believe you’d doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldn’t need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.

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hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?

maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and there’s rumours about her and chris being together that they haven’t really confirmed?

but they are dating and she’s on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris she’s on live or whatver

im so sorry if this doesnt make sense 🙏🙏

stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)

baby - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/

warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro 😔

not proofread

i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.

then an idea hits me, i could go on live!

i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.

i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people

"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh

"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling

i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are

i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.

fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.

still, there’s only so much one can hide from the public

and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.

people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.

i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.

suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.

maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.

chris walks in and i smile in his direction

"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.

i look at him, PALE.

(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)

"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.

i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments

@ssturniolo BABY???

@strniolo AWWWWWWWW

@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.

@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake 😭

@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry

(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)

as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too

suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight

"chris!" i say laughing

"let me go bro" i whine

"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping

his death glare makes me laugh

"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing

(him clearly not amused)

"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part

me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.

"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live

i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh

"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response

"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm

"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh

"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says

we both look at eachother and burst out laughing

"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say

"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder

"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense

"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me

"bro" he adds on

"chris i swear to god-"

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 6 months

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POV u gave your s/o a naughty photo book

Seventeen edition

Literally nobody asked for this but the concept has been living in my head rent free so im posting it so you can all suffer with me.

Warnings: suggestive themes throughout, and some mention of orgasms and other sexual topics, this is literally about giving someone a published book of your nudes so minors pls don’t interact. There are no sex acts described.

Seungcheol

It's Seungcheol's birthday, and all of his friends have left. With shaking hands, you had approached him to offer him "the last gift of the evening."

"I'm interested," he said, with one eyebrow raised. He got *that look* in his eyes -- the one where you knew the thoughts in his head were taking a nosedive into sin. You had given him a soft half-smile, the kind you knew made him crazy, before pulling the book out of your purse and handing it to him.

He looks...confused? Upset? It's hard to read his expression as he thumbs through the pages of the *book* you just handed him, his brow furrowed, a broad hand covering his mouth.

After awhile you just can't handle the suspense. "Do you...like it?" you ask him, trying to sound amused, but hearing how worried your voice comes out.

He looks up at you. "I've never seen this set before," he says quietly, gesturing at one of the pages.

You're a nervous wreck at this point — you think he might actually be angry with you — but you also have an inkling that Cheol is just trying to tease you, turn you on…and you have to admit it’s working. He’s got you blushing and stuttering and trying to keep him from being too angry. "It's new," you explain. "I got it for the shoot."

"Hmmm."

Cheol calmly shuts the book, standing up and walking over to you until he's standing directly in front of you. "You're gonna need to come with me," he says, and suddenly he's slinging you over your shoulder like you're Saint Nicholas's sack of toys.

He explains as he walks back to the bedroom with you. "Saying I liked the book is not quite the right word. Not strong enough. It's more like after seeing that book there was only one possible way the rest of this night was gonna go. It's that kind of book." He pauses. "And I'm appalled that this is the first time I'm seeing you in that set. How much time do you have tonight?" he asks.

"I've got all night," you giggle.

"You'd better have the set with you right now," he says as he tosses you onto the bed like a ragdoll. "We're gonna recreate every single pose in that book in person."

Jeonghan

“What is this?” Jeonghan asks you curiously, coming out of the bedroom with a package wrapped in black paper tied with a red bow. His eyebrows shoot upward as your eyes widen.

“That’s one of your birthday presents,” you say, trying to be smooth and failing.

“Huh,” he says, still watching you carefully — one might even say suspiciously. “Can I open it?”

“Is it your birthday?” you reply.

“In a month,” he says, casually slipping the ribbon off the package. “Why’d you get it so early? And why are you acting weird?” He fidgets with the tape in a vaguely threatening manner.

You deflate. “Well…maybe you should just open it now,” you allow, blushing red. “I’m leaving the room, though.”

“Why?” he calls after you. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yeah,” you admit, flinging yourself onto the bed in the spare room.

"Huh," he says, suspicious. There are soft ripping sounds, and then...

"Holy *shit*," he curses from the other room, softly enough that you can tell he isn't angry, but loud enough for you to hear.

You hear a page being flipped. "Holy shit," he repeats. "Are they all like this?"

"That's the point of the book," you say, dying of embarrassment and shoving your face into a pillow.

"Honey, I'm gonna need you to come here," Jeonghan finally says.

You don't respond. You can hear him coming after you, and you lay still, hoping he'll think you somehow fell asleep in the last 3 seconds.

He doesn't buy it. "Come here, my love," he nearly purrs, his voice soft and tantalizing. "Don't make me beg."

Hesitantly, you turn your body to meet his eyes. He's leaning against the doorframe, and in his gaze is a kind of cat-like, predatory hunger you're not used to seeing on his graceful features.

He beckons you to him with two fingers, and you sit up to join him. In a swift move, he pins you to the doorframe by the neck -- gently enough that you can still breathe, but your knees go weak as you stare him down.

He grins at you wickedly. "This was payback for Cheol's birthday party, wasn't it?" he asks, waving the book in your face. "Well, I've got a couple of ideas for how to even the score once again."

Joshua

"This is a special gift," you say to him, "to commemorate our first Christmas together."

It is Christmas Eve, and you have just returned home from your parents' house, where you've been celebrating all day. You had told him about your family's tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve, and he had agreed to participate. You'd picked your gift first -- it was a locket with his photo in it -- and then asked if you could pick his for him, to which he had agreed with a smile.

He makes a show of shaking the package, his eyes wide in anticipation. "It feels like a kid's picture book," he predicts. He rips the paper off the glossy, pure white cover and looks at you. "What is this?" he asks.

You smirk. "Open it," you say.

He does, and his jaw drops. "Baby," he says softly. "This is...wow." He continues to flip through the pages, looking up at you in open-mouthed awe as he does. "This one? Are you *kidding* me? You look so *good* in these photos!"

Your heart is thumping in your chest, a flush rising in your cheeks from his incessant praise of your lewd photos. "Oh, this one is art," he says, flipping the book around to show you. "Wait, let me show you which one was my favorite." He turns back a couple pages to let you look.

You beam at him. "You like it?"

"I *love* it, baby. Thank you." He pats his thighs, an invitation for you to come to him. And you can't help but listen, because his eyes are shining in those Christmas tree lights and making fireworks erupt in your stomach. You straddle his lap, facing him, as he gently places the book down and winds his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. "You're so beautiful. That was such a thoughtful gift, and I'm so glad we get to spend Christmas together."

He looks up at you, pushing your hair out of the way so he can see your face better. "Do you *want* one more gift from me?" he asks you carefully.

You laugh. "I want everything you've got, Joshua Hong."

Jun

“I was waiting for a special occasion to do this,” you say. “And I figured getting engaged to you probably qualifies.”

The room is lit up by a million fairy lights strung overhead. Jun is reclined on a huge bean bag, grinning up at you, the glint of his new engagement band in the dim light making you almost dizzy with joy.

A big projector screen is behind you, hooked up to a PowerPoint presentation you’ve displayed on your laptop. The title: 46 Reasons Why I Deserve Multiple Orgasms Tonight.

“Whew,” Jun laughs, looking up at you. “Do I need to hear all 46 to get your point? That’s a lot of reasons.”

“Are you saying you’ll do it?” you ask him.

“Now, hold on,” he says. “I want to see the PowerPoint.” He takes a sip of his champagne. “But you can expect that we probably won’t make it past the 20th reason.”

You shrug. “Fair enough.” You flip to slide one. There’s a QR code there for him to scan, which he promptly does, waiting patiently for it to load.

And when it does, he opens his mouth in awe. It’s a link to your boudoir gallery, and just the first image of you is enough for him to stand up and grab you by the face and start kissing you like he hasn’t seen you for months and he might never see you again, with enough passion that you’re dizzy.

“46 reasons,” he says in your ear as he lifts you up off the ground. “That first picture deserves 46 orgasms all to itself.”

You laugh. “Did you see any of the other 45 pictures?” you ask as he plants kisses all down your neck to your chest.

“Nope, but i think we’ll just have to settle for me being in debt to you for as long as we live,” he says, and fumbles with the buttons of your shirt.

Soonyoung

You’re doing the dishes in your sweats and a sports bra when Soonyoung comes hurtling around the corner in absolutely nothing but boxers and a bathrobe. “Honey?” you say, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“What is this?!” he asks you, his voice an octave higher than it normally is.

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you see what he’s holding in his hands.

“Oh,” you say. “Um… it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but then I lost it,” you admit, embarrassed in more than one way, since his birthday was six months ago. “Where did you find it?”

“Never mind that,” he says, waving you off. “We need to talk about how these pictures have made me feel.”

“Do we?” you ask nervously.

He puts the book down on the counter and scoops you into his arms, his hands finding your bare waist. “Weirdly enough, my first thought when I saw those photos is that I don’t want anyone else to ever get to see you like that but me,” he says. He leans down and pecks you on the lips.

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried,” you tell him, tracing a hand down his chest and over his abs before you slide your arms all the way around his waist.

“I think we should get married,” he says, and you freeze.

“Really?” you finally say after a long while. “If that’s all it took, I would have done a boudoir shoot ages ago.”

Wonwoo

You’re standing in the doorway, hesitating. Wonwoo hasn’t spotted you yet - he’s busy playing a computer game, his mouse clicking at furious speeds. You can tell he’s engrossed, and decide to come back later, but just as you’re leaving, he calls your name. “Don’t go,” he says. “I’ll be done in a second.”

True to his word, half a minute later he removes his headset to turn and look at you with a smile. Your new relationship is still a little foreign to both of you, and the sudden fear of rejection is strong as you consider what you’re about to do.

“Hey, honey,” he says, reaching for you and pulling you into his lap, where you wordlessly bring your hands from behind you to in front of you, revealing the book. “What’s this?”

You take a deep breath. “Are you gonna laugh at me?” you ask him seriously.

“Only if you’re funny,” he replies.

You open to the first page. “I got them done a little bit ago and just got them back,” you say quietly. “I…wanted to show you.”

He looks up at you, his gaze curious. “Did you do these for me?” he asks, thumbing through the pages.

“Actually,” you say honestly, “I did them for me. We weren’t together yet. And I hadn’t been feeling very good about myself, so I did these. And it actually gave me the courage to talk to you.”

He’s silent for a minute, drinking in the sight of you on every page. Then — “they’re beautiful. *You’re* beautiful.” He gently presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Thank you.”

He throws the book onto the bed behind you and pulls you in so you’re fully facing him, straddling his lap. He reaches for you, kissing you like you’re air and he’s drowning, trying to tell you without words just what he meant when he said you were beautiful.

Jihoon

You’re relaxing on the couch after a long day, and Jihoon has just come over to you, wordlessly positioning himself on top of you and resting a head on your chest. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and press a quick kiss to his forehead, using your other hand to scratch small shapes into his back.

You love that he’ll do this with you — you know he’s a bit shy about touch because of how it was when you’d first started dating, but you admire the progress five years, a marriage, and a whole child between you can make.

“Is she asleep?” you ask him now, and he nods against your chest.

“Just needed a brief daddy visit,” he says, yawning. “Oooh, I’m tired.”

“Can I wake you up?” you ask him softly.

He pushes himself up onto his forearms so he can look at you. “I’m listening,” he says casually, but his eyes are eager.

You laugh at how cute he is, and he grins. “Well,” you start, “I know we’ve both been busy lately…you know, with work and keeping a tiny human alive, and I wanted to do something special to reconnect.”

He sits up then, facing you on the couch. “Go on,” he invites.

You reach down and grab the book from under the couch. Jihoon watches you curiously, still looking at you as you hand it to him. “What is this?” he asks you.

“Open it,” you say with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He does, and he gasps. “Oh,” he says, and a blush heats his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you on the glossy pages — in the black velvet lingerie set he got you for Christmas last year.

He keeps looking from you to the book. “What are you thinking about?” you ask him, your soft voice making him shiver.

“I’m thinking about how I’ve seen you like this several times,” he says quietly as he flips through the pages, “and I’m still not sick of it.”

“That lingerie set was an investment,” you agree, and he smiles at you broadly.

He places the book down. “What are the odds you’re wearing it right now under your clothes?”

You laugh. “Why don’t you come find out?”

Minghao

“Remember those photos I took that one time?” you ask him while the both of you are sitting opposite each other on the couch, a mess of limbs tangled together.

“I think I’m gonna need you to be just a little more specific,” he says.

“The ones you encouraged me to take when I wasn’t feeling very good about my body.”

“Oh, those photos,” he says. “I remember them *and* what we did after.”

You blush. “I’m sure you do,” you say. “Well, I just got them back. Wanna see them?”

“Of course I do,” he says, reaching across the couch for your phone.

You hand it to him and watch as he scrolls through the gallery, his expression growing gradually more proud and impressed.

“Baby, these are amazing. Killer editing, and a perfect model.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to minimize your feelings, but it’s pretty incredible that someone who looks like you can think you aren’t beautiful.”

“Really?” you ask him with a smile.

“Really,” he says. “Come here, sit by me.”

You obey, relaxing your head onto his chest. He kisses your forehead before continuing. “You know I have an eye for beautiful things. I love art, and I love to look at things that have the power to move your emotions. I mean, I’ve seen statues of the goddess Aphrodite in person. And yet the best thing I’ve ever seen is still your naked body. So it’s pretty crazy that you’re better than every piece of art I’ve ever seen and you sometimes still can’t see that.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him, and he kisses your nose, sending your heart into flips. “Well, I’m not saying that repeating the post-photoshoot activities would help me feel validated, but…” you say, trailing off.

Minghao gets the hint instantly, climbing on top of you and pressing his lips to yours. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says between kisses.

Mingyu

“Uhhh…Gyu?” you say, poking his arm. “You haven’t moved a muscle in like…fifteen minutes. Are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond, so you come around to his side of the bed. His eyes are fixated on the book in his hand. You know what’s happening now, and you kneel down in front of him, prying the book from his fingers. “Gyu, baby, look at me,” you say gently.

He meets your eyes with awe. “How?” is the only thing he says.

“How what, honey?” you ask him.

He clears his throat, shaking himself. He cups your face in his hands. “How did you take those photos without me noticing?” he asks in a strangled voice.

“It was literally so hard,” you admit. “Thank goodness for remotes so I could do them myself. It was a couple weeks ago while you were gone.”

“They’re edited in my style, too,” he says breathlessly. “The things you do to me.” He leans back, letting his eyes roam over your body, in a tight black dress you had planned on wearing out to your anniversary dinner. You stand up and lean toward him.

“Would you like dinner or dessert first?” you murmur to him.

He grins, a slow grin that lets you know he’s debating. “Hmm…let’s still go to dinner. It’ll give you time for me to let you imagine what I’m going to do to you when we get back.”

Seokmin

You are both already undressed down to your underwear and kissing ferociously when the doorbell rings. The two of you look at each other in a panic before standing up and throwing on bathrobes, giggling. Your heartbeat is in your throat as you look out the peephole and see a package on the porch.

“It was just the delivery guy,” you whisper back to Seokmin, who’s in the hallway looking dazed in his silky robe.

“Then come back here,” he begs you. “You’re driving me insane.”

But something is telling you to grab the package first. You slip your hand out the door and slide it inside, inspecting the address on the front.

Your eyes light up with recognition and you run to hand the package to Seokmin. He gives you a questioning glance. “Why?” He simply asks.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to see that before we go any further.”

His eyebrows shoot up as he rips the package open. They widen as he opens the first page of the book. And with every photo he sees, you can feel the tension in the room boiling hotter. He’s grinning. “Oh, *honey*,” he says.

“Just for you,” you say, lightly dragging your nails over his shoulder blades.

His eyes roll back, and he shudders, smiling blissfully. “Cancel your meetings for today. You won’t be coming to work.”

You laugh. “Why not?”

“You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you,” he says, pulling you into his arms and picking right back up where you left off.

Seungkwan

“Gosh, seriously…” he mutters under his breath, over the phone with you. You’re just a city away while he’s filming, but it is your birthday, and he feels terrible for missing it.

“It’s okay, love,” you reassure him. “We can celebrate tomorrow.”

“But you got *me* a gift?” He asks you incredulously. “For your birthday? Who does that?”

“I do!” You reply with a giggle, and he nearly curses at his phone again.

“I miss you too much,” he says.

“You won’t have to for much longer,” you say, and just then someone hands him the package you sent him on set.

“Do *not* open it around anyone,” you warn him.

“Okay,” he agrees, shutting himself in the bathroom. You can hear the sounds of him unwrapping the book.

And then he moans.

And then you hear what sounds like…clapping?

And then his voice is in your ear again. “Baby,” he groans.

“Umm…hello?” you ask, one part amused, one part worried.

“I’m here,” he says in a choked voice. “But I’m about to come home.”

“No, wait, you have to stay!!” you say, panicking.

“Like hell I do,” he retorts. You hear him leave the bathroom, hear him shout to the room, “I’ve just come down with a terrible bout of IBS, and I’m leaving!”

“You still there?” he says, and it sounds like he’s running.

“Yes?” you ask, torn between laughing and scolding him.

“I’ll be there before you know it, and you’d better be prepared for a long talk.”

The way he says “talk” makes it clear that very little will need to be said.

Vernon

He’s so mild-mannered that you’re hoping the photo book will do it for him. You’re hoping he won’t just say, “that’s nice, love,” as he peers with a clinical gaze at your lewd photos.

And you aren’t disappointed. Because while Vernon isn’t loud, his facial expressions certainly are. His jaw drops comically when he opens the book to a full page, practically nude photo of you. And he just keeps on getting more and more flustered, blushing harder and harder, and saying “damn, baby! These are *gorgeous*.”

He takes his time working his way through the book - stopping to trace the outline of your body on the page, in a way that makes you blush as though he’s doing it for real. “I love this color on you,” he exclaims, holding up a photo of you in an electric purple bra.

“Thank you,” you say, holding your hands up to your red cheeks.

He laughs. “Are you embarrassed?”

You giggle a bit. “Yeah, a little,” you admit. “The shoot, the book… it was all kind of a bold move.”

He nods, looking proudly down at the photo book. “Yeah, it was, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I love it.”

He stands up and pulls you into a huge hug, resting his head on top of yours. When he pulls away, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “While we’re making bold moves,” he says softly, bringing your mouth up to his for a kiss. And then, completely uncharacteristically of him, he lifts you off your feet into his arms to continue kissing.

Chan

You come home to see Chan pawing through a book laying stomach down on the couch. Every turn of the page, he erupts into quiet laughter and kicks his feet.

“What on earth are you reading?” you ask him, putting your keys in the dish and moving toward him to get a peek.

And then you gasp. “What are you doing with that?” you ask him, your face a mask of horror as you try to snatch it from him.

“This is for me, right?” he says, fending you off easily with one arm. “What’s the occasion?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you grumble, giving up on the snatching as Chan pins you to his side. “No occasion, I just…thought you’d like it.”

“You thought right,” he says. “This is great.” He kisses you on your cheek. “I have a question, though.”

“Ask away,” you say.

“Did you feel like you had to do this, or did you want to?” He sounds genuinely concerned. This is one of the things you love so much about him — he asks you all of your thoughts and doesn’t seem to mind any of the answers you give, so you know you can always tell him exactly what’s on your mind.

“I wanted to,” you assure him. “It’s just, you’re gone so often, and I wanted you to feel like you didn’t have to miss seeing me…well. Seeing me like this, I guess.”

He slowly leans backward until he’s holding you on top of him. “I am gone a lot,” he agrees thoughtfully.

“You are.”

“But I’m here now,” he finishes.

Your gaze drops to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “You are here now,” you repeat.

“So,” he says, a question trailing at the end of his thought, one he won’t ask out loud.

You kiss him before he knows what’s coming.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #soonyoung #wonwoo #jihoon #minghao #mingyu #seokmin #seungkwan #Vernon #Lee chan

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prettiestlovergirl · 2 months

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hii! its tots fine if no but could you maybe do some fluff with basketball player luke and like him tryinh to teach you how to play?🙈

i read basketball & fluff and my one tree hill obsessed heart started singing. YES, ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS <3333 have to preface this by saying that i know like nothing about basketball, though. i am a strictly baseball-hockey girl myself sdjfhskdjfh. my knowledge is limited but i will do my best, hehe. she's short and sweet. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

"you might be the worst player i have ever seen, and i once watched grover try to play." your boyfriend, luke castellan, chuckled unhelpfully from behind you.

you and luke had been going out for a couple of months now and honestly? you'd never been happier. he'd made you feel so welcome your first week of camp and every day since, he'd made you feel safe and cared for.

you were basically luke's dream girl. you were funny, caring, charming, and you had very quickly become his safe space. your one big flaw, however, was that you couldn't play basketball for shit.

the two of you had been playing horse on the camp court and you were failing... miserably. luke already had H-O-R-S and you... had no letters. yeah, you were that bad.

"in the words of annabeth: statistically speaking, you should have at least gotten one by now." he grinned, his smile only growing wider when you turned around to glare at him.

"oh, fuck off! not all of us are basketball superstars!" you huffed, but you couldn't help but laugh along with him. this was part of why you cared about him so much, he could always make you laugh despite yourself.

"if this is the best you can do, i don't think we can see each other anymore. makes me look bad." he laughed, quickly getting up from the bench he was on to avoid getting hit with the ball you tossed at him.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding! c'mere." he laughed, beckoning you toward him with that easy smile you loved. "i can't do it, basketball is not one of my many skills! quit on me, castellan, i'll only slow you down." you sighed dramatically.

"alright, drama queen. you can, just trust me." luke stated, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. "square your shoulders, to the basket." he instructed, watching as you begrudgingly did as told, lips formed in a little pout.

"now, you gotta bring the ball up right past your nose like this, okay?" he instructed, demonstrating exactly what to do with his own arms, ball in hand as you went through the motion with him.

"bend your knees a little." he corrected, holding the ball out for you to grab before stepping behind you. "relax your hips..." he murmured, gently placing his hands on you and leaning down to your ear to make sure you could still hear him... and also to be a romantic sap.

"and... just shoot." he stated, eyes watching you while you eyed the hoop suspiciously. "that's it? just shoot?" you asked, voice a little breathy as you turned your head a bit to look at him. "just shoot." he repeated with a nod.

"well, here goes nothing." you sighed, bending your knees a little more before bending a little and letting the ball fly out of your hands and... right into the net.

"holy shit" you breathed, grin breaking out onto your face as you turned to look at your smiling, slightly cocky boyfriend. "told you so." he smirked, grunting a bit on impact as you flung your arms around him with a laugh.

"okay, maybe you can be right sometimes." you relented, sighing dramatically like it was the hardest thing you'd ever have to admit. "that's very big of you, babe." he chuckled, eyes shining with adoration as he looked at you.

"now, do it a few more times and maybe you'll catch up to me." luke hummed, jogging leisurely to go pick up the ball from it's spot by the bench.

"nuh uh, castellan. i'm going out on the high of making that one shot, i'm retired, 'm too good to keep going." you stated, shaking your head and turning on your heel to leave.

"quitter!" he called after you, grinning as you simply flipped him off and kept walking. "see you before dinner?"

"duh, you owe me a victory kiss."

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☆ Too bad | Part two (+18)

Ethan Landry x reader

Warning(s) : sex, mention of death, blood.

You were sleeping peacefully when the ringing of your phone woke you up. Eyes half-closed, you groped your bedside table looking for your cell phone, once in hand, you unlocked it and saw three messages from Bradley.

"I'm breaking up with you. The sex was good but that's it, I'm getting tired of you. Bye."

Without even realizing it, you sat against your headboard. You were shocked, a lot of emotions were going through you, sadness, fear, hate, a lot of hate.

"Are you serious ?"

Read. That asshole had the audacity not to answer. You screamed in anger and threw your phone on your bed. Tears rolled down your cheeks, having heard your cry, your roommates, Tara and Sam, rushed into your room.

The eldest of the Carpenters held a knife in her hand, after all, Ghostface was back, but seeing you cry, she dropped her gun and rushed to hug you. Tara picked up your phone and looked over the conversation with Bradley.

"Shhh, breathe and tell me what's going on." Sam stroked your hair as, unable to speak, you clutched her sweater for fear of falling. Tara stroked your thigh and showed Sam your phone.

The two sisters looked at each other with hatred towards your, now ex-boyfriend. But right now their priority was you.

They spent the rest of the night with you, you finally managed to fall asleep in the morning after crying all the tears in your body for an asshole.

If only you knew the truth. The truth is that Ethan had sent this message from Bradley's phone after putting his body in the trunk of his father's car, and after cleaning the apartment from top to bottom to leave no trace of blood.

To say Wayne was upset was an understatement. He was standing against his police car hidden in an alley as Ethan stripped down to the Ghostface costume. "Holy shit Ethan. That wasn't part of the plan."

The brunette put on his denim jacket and rolled his eyes.

"I know, but that guy was an asshole and he was investigating me. Eventually he would have found out that I'm related to Richie."

Wayne crossed his arms and sighed. "Did you do it to save your ass, or did you do it for Y/n ?"

Ethan avoided his father's gaze, which made the old man laugh. "I knew it! Shit. Look, I know what it is, I was young too. So if you want some good advice, fuck her and then. Kill her." The boy clenched his jaw. "I know you like her, but she's responsible for Richie's death just as much as Sam and the others."

Wayne put his hands on his son's shoulders. "I know it's hard, but we can't kill them all but her."

Ethan nodded at his father and the man smiled, satisfied. "I'll fix this little problem, you go take a shower and take care of Y/n."

You were sitting on your bed, trying to distract yourself by sorting through your emails when Ethan knocked on your bedroom door.

He came in and sat down next to you. "How do you feel ?"

Without looking up from your screen, you sighed. "I'm doing well."

Ethan carefully closed your computer. "Y/n, you can talk to me."

"What do you want me to tell you ? I've been feeling like shit ever since my boyfriend blew me off like an old sock, moreover, via text. Do I feel like I've been taken for a bitch ? Yes. Am I in pain ? Yes. Do I dream of killing him ? Absolutely fucking yes."

Ethan bit his lip to keep himself from smiling when he heard you mention Bradley's murder.

"Do you realize?! Six months of faking orgasms because I loved him. Six less whores waiting for him to go away and make me cum on my own, just because I loved him."

Hearing you say you did it all out of love for Bradley was driving him crazy. How could you love a guy like that when you could have him.

Ethan put a hand on your bare thigh, since you were in shorts, and made little circles with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours made you look up at your best friend.

"You deserve better." You didn't know why but you were getting closer and closer to his lips as he spoke. "You deserve someone who treats you like the goddess you are."

"Ethan." You whispered as your lips were inches apart. He put his hands in your neck. "Let me be that person." And he crushed his lips on you. The kiss felt like fireworks as he laid you under him. Instinctively you spread your thighs and he took this opportunity to rub his pelvis between your legs which made you moan.

He detached himself from your lips to attack your neck, alternating between biting and sucking lightly.

He slipped one of his hands into your shorts and applied pressure to your clit through your panties. You closed your eyes and threw your head back with your mouth open.

"I barely touched you and you're already wet."

You bit your lip as he inserted one finger inside you, then two. You rippled your pelvis moaning. "You have no idea how many times I imagined us like that." He had you at his mercy, and he loved it. At this point you couldn't take it anymore, you felt the orgasm approaching so quickly that it made you ashamed. As if Ethan felt it too, he pulled his fingers out and ripped off your shorts and panties. He parted your thighs and pulled you to him. He rubbed his erection against you, only to make you wet even more.

"You feel that. It's the state you leave me in all the time."

He put his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, and that simple gesture could have made you cum. The last six months the sex with Bradley was good, but it had never been bestial with you, and that's what you were looking for. To think that your best friend, the nice, shy Ethan, was making you wet like never before, you would never have believed it if someone had told you. Without wasting time he turned you around, leaving you on all fours. As you were about to ask him what he was waiting for, he spread your legs even more, and without warning, he slipped under you, and with a gesture he drew your pussy to his mouth.

You started to lose your balance but quickly clung to your headboard.

It took you a while before you came to your senses, once you celebrated, you put your hand between your legs to stroke Ethan's hair, who was doing the maneuvers with his tongue. Sucking, licking, up and down, in circles. Your moans grew louder and louder as you rocked your pelvis against his face. Ethan reached under your top and pinched your already rock hard nipples.

"Ethan...shit, I'm going to cum."

Without realizing it, you had Ethan lift you up and put you back on your back. He stood up and scanned the room with his eyes. You growled and pointed a threatening index finger at him. "If you don't make me cum I'll-" You didn't have time to finish your sentence as Ethan grabbed your arm and led you to your office. Suddenly, he knocked over everything that was on it and he laid you on top.

He lowered his pants and his boxers and without even giving you time to touch or even see his member, he penetrated you violently, snatching a pornographic cry from you.

There was nothing romantic about it, he was just fucking you and god did you like it.

He continued to make you come and go in you, more and more strongly. Tears were running down your cheeks, the feeling was so good. "Ethan, fuck me harder."

The boy smiled devilishly at you and withdrew from you. He picked you up, you turned, belly against the desk. He put his jeans belt around your neck and took a handful of your hair in his hand, then, unlike the first time, he penetrated you millimeter by millimeter, making you writhe with pleasure. He approached your ear and licked it.

"You want me to fuck you like I imagined ?"

"It depends, were you fucking me hard ?"

He laughed and put his mouth to your ear. "More than you think." You pressed your ass against him and moaned, motioning him to move.

With a bang he started, then his punches got faster and faster and harder. He tugged on your hair, and on the belt.

There was a reason you put your office here, it was the breathtaking view of New York. And that's what you saw as your best friend brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

"I want all of New York to see me fucking you." And with that, you cum on his cock that you felt since he hadn't put on a condom. It was bigger than Bradley's, much bigger.

You were trying to catch your breath but Ethan hadn't come and he kept moving. You already felt a second orgasm approaching. "Ethan, stop it, I'll-" But you didn't have time to finish, your second orgasm came over you at the same time as Ethan. Your best friend gently lay on top of you, out of breath. He took off the belt which had left a pretty red mark on your neck.

He helped you up, then he accompanied you to the bathroom, but his behavior was strange. As if he were someone else. You paid no attention and took a shower. Once clean, you put on your pajamas and got out of the shower, you took your phone and smiled when you saw a message from Tara.

"I understand you and Ethan are busy. Chad and I will come a little later. Please tell me when you're done."

When you had just sent him your answer, you approached Ethan who had his back turned towards you in the kitchen. "You regret ?"

You asked worried, because you didn't regret it. You saw him shake his head. "I don't regret having slept with you, I just regret what I'm going to have to do." You frown and laugh nervously. "What are you talking about ?"

He turned and you gasped as a hot sensation scorched your stomach. You looked down and saw Ethan's hand holding the knife he had just stuck in your stomach.

He pulled it out, which hurt you even more and you fell to the ground. He ran his hand through his hair, crying. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I had to kill Bradley, I didn't think I had to kill you but my father ordered me to."

With what little strength you had left, you rolled onto your stomach and tried to slide to the front door.

Ethan got on top of you and gently turned you onto your back. "I love you Y/n. I didn't think I would fall in love with you, but I did. I'm so sorry, I hope you forgive me."

He put his knife in your hand and whispered to you. "Tell him you killed me, it was self-defense and then leave this town please." Then, he clasped your hand on the handle of the knife with his own and he aimed the blade straight into his throat. He spat blood, and fell on you. Too tired and shocked, you didn't try to push his body. You closed your eyes and prayed it was all just a bad dream.

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#scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #scream #scream x reader

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jester089 · 6 months

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Hey, hey! Listen, I had an idea.

have a theory in my head that all the characters are alive in the real life, which means they have a chance to get out. so, what would happen if the reader, for example, died in the real life (for example, put on a headset and... I don't know, shot themself..?Like, their body died, but their consciousness managed to end up in the circus), which means that they couldn't refuse the digital circus, because they simply don't have a physical body in the real world.

how would characters react(everyone decided to run away, but I would like to see the reaction of kinger , jax and pomni) if they managed to find a way out (exit), and when they were about to leave, their s/o said that they can't leave it and they have to stay here forever... like, just stay alone in an unknown place forever. but the reader says that everything is fine, and they will love and remember them all all the time? I just want it look little angst yk🫢 ( I prefer romantic)

I can't speak English good, so sorry for translating Ad I done this with translations

Thank you!!

Left behind

I was going to go to bed but then I saw this request. And I just can't keep my lovely readers waiting. Thank you for the request! And don't worry about your English it was perfectly legible. Plus my friend on discord have made me good at deciphering the most unreadable of things. So while reading your request I had some personal ideas/additions. So I'll, write what you wanted with a little of my ideas. You requested from me so I'm going to put my spin on it.

Kinger

You had grown close with Kinger bonding over both being borderline insane, but not abstracted. When a way out was found he didn't want to leave you behind. NO, he wouldn't leave you behind. You had to force him out of the digital realm so that he could live his life. And it hurt, being trapped in this hollow and ghostly version of the place you knew so well. But at least he could move on with his life. Even if it's without you. When the way out was found Caine disappeared for some unknown reason. So you are well and truly alone. No way of escaping, or dying. The only real way to get away from it all is to lose your mind to the point where you basically aren't human anymore. Kinger missed you back in the real world. He tried to move on but it was hard, knowing that your still trapped in that circus. So he went back to put the headset on again. If their's a set way out now he could visit you! But it didn't work. The pc, the vr goggles, the headset. They were gone... You were gone. So no one's coming to help you.

Jax

When the exit was found he tried so hard to just force you through it. (Like that scene from wreck it ralph where he tries to get Penelope out.) But as to be expected it didn't work. He was so stressed, his mind going over so many different outcomes. "If I leave will they still be here?", "I can't just leave them. After all we've been through. Fuck that. HOLY SHIT! I CAN CURSE AGAIN!!." Surprisingly he stayed with you. He stayed for around a month. But the ghost town of a circus clearly started to get to you two. And after that amount of time he started to care less and less. So he left you a note, then left. Didn't even say it to your face. And back in the real world he'll think about you every now and again. But he made it out of that hell. It's not his fault you didn't.

Pomni

Their is a 100% chance she's going to have a breakdown. She stayed determined to find an exit the entire time she was there. And you supported her every step of the way! And she did it! SHE FOUND AN EXIT! And exit... you can't use... She would freak out and be torn between leaving and staying. She gives you one more hug and kiss and promises she'll be back for you. She'll find a way to get you out from the outside! You hold out hope knowing your lovely is going to get you out of this place. You start writing down the days you've lived in a diary till your S/O gets you out. First 6 months are boring but you hold out hope. You know she'll get you out. You trust her. It's been a year. Maybe time works differently in the digital circus and the real world. Two Years now. Still not gonna give up on her cause she isn't going to give up on me!

ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ

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(Sorry this is so short. I couldn't come up with much and I'm really tired. But I feel like I made at least some 5/10 angst. Hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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vnmpior · 2 years

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I see someone write for Voltron, I request. Anywho, I wonder how an enemies to lovers scenario would go with Keith and a Female s/o. S/O is goofy, too kind for this world, and naive and yet is still gets good grades. However, much to Keith's luck, she's denser than bricks and is oblivious to his dislike towards her.

HOLY SHIT I HAVENT SEEN THIS UNTIL NOW IM SO SORRY IDEK WHEN YOU REQUESTED THIS

now idk if you wanted it in the cannon au or a high school setting, but I'll do both

IS THE VOLTRON FANDOM EVEN STILL ALIVE?? I NEED VOLTRON MOOTS

canon paladin au

☆ keith hates anyone that continues to bother him even after he drops subtle hints to leave him alone

☆ like you'll be going on and on about some topic that he doesn't care about

☆ but he can't bring himself to tell you to shut up

☆ you and lance are the duo to end him

☆ a goofy smart one, and a questionable goofy one

☆ its more of a one sided enemy rivalry type situation, since you think keith is fine with you (he's not)

☆ he can't help but notice the small things about you

☆ but he thinks that's because you irritate the shit out of him

☆ it's not

☆ your constantly happy-go-lucky mood actually makes him feel better at times

☆ he'll start to warm up to you and maybe even discover his feelings for you, realizing he doesn't hate you

☆ he'll start getting a bit more flustered while training with you

☆ and you'll be oblivious to this as you were with his hatred for you a while back

☆ eventually he'll gather the courage to ask you out only to find out you've liked him ever since you met him

☆ he felt guilty because he really did not like you during that time

☆ you're the yin to his yang </3

high school/galaxy garrison academy

☆ he dreaded having you as his tutor

☆ you were too. . . nice (for his lil emo broken hearted self)

☆ he didn't like that, and he hated having you teach him

☆ you managed to keep him from dropping out, and even he can't explain why he decided not to

☆ he never responded to your questions, but you didn't let that deter you from you smiling brightly at him and continuing on

☆ he realized he really did listen to you, and in fact, his grades massively improved

☆ he still did not feel like interacting with you though

☆ until one day where your mood was obviously different

☆ you didn't even bother continuing on when keith didn't respond, and instead went quiet and stared down at the textbook in front you

☆ he thought you were simply reading ahead, just in case you didn't know the material, but minutes passed and you stayed silent.

☆ "you alright?" keith asked

☆ you nodded and simply carried on, finally breaking the silence with what seemed like a less energetic version of how you usually act

☆ eventually, you told him by the end of the session that someone had told you that he absolutely despised you

☆ rare keith L

☆ which was true. a few months ago.

☆ now he was absolutely enamored with you

☆ your personality really brings out the best in him and he realized that

☆ he quickly argued against that statement and while stumbling over his words, he accidentally confessed

☆ he would never forget that that's the most joyful he's ever seen you

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith x reader #keith voltron #voltron keith #keith kogane #keith kogane x reader #x reader #voltron x reader

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uptoolateart · 1 year

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'Perfect' White

We can't have failed to notice that in S5 Gabriel has gone all white...like Cat Blanc. So my wheels got spinning and here I am, exploring the symbolism of this 'colour'.

Many viewers will link white to ideas of innocence, cleanliness or peace. Maybe even holiness - think angels. We've even seen Adrien wearing angel wings, in 'Simpleman'.

I once read an excellent analysis, I forget by whom, suggesting that Adrien is often in white to show that he's a blank slate, waiting to be written on. We even get the word 'blank' from the Latin root of the French 'blanc', meaning white. Taking this further, we could see it as Adrien not yet being certain of his own identity.

White is also linked with virginity - think of the Western European wedding dress colour. Applying this symbolically, Adrien begins the story inexperienced and naive, kept ignorant of the ways of the world. He also takes things at face value. But this is definitely changing.

I see irony, as well, because the angelic public image of Adrien hides his 'darker' thoughts and impulses. White is often linked to simplicity, and Adrien is perhaps most fascinating for being so much more complicated than anyone in his life believes.

We could also see virginity as not being 'used' yet, and this is ironic too because Adrien is used left and right, by both his father and by Ladybug.

And of course white is honesty. Nothing has been hidden. Adrien is typically the most honest one on the show and the most open with his feelings. An interesting fact I didn't know before some quick research today is that in ancient Rome, public officials wore white, and their robes were called 'candidus', which gives us the word 'candidate' but also 'candid' meaning honest and frank (because politicians never lie...???). We'll come back to this later.

White also indicates being innocent of sins or crimes. It tells us Adrien is a victim.

So why is Gabriel all in white?

Let's start with the obvious. Scientifically, white is both the source and absence of all colour.

On the one hand, we could see Gabriel in white as him trying to swallow up everything else - think of how colourful the kwamis are, and the way Gabriel tries to consume his son.

Or we could see it as his coldness. Think of the Hans Christian Andersen's Snow Queen, adapted as Elsa in 'Frozen' - or 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe'. White is ice. We also saw this with Cat Blanc - we all talk about his 'ice-blue eyes' in fan fics.

But Gabriel's white could also be the antithesis of Cat Noir - white versus black. Gabriel is trapped in s state of mind that Adrien is gradually leaving behind.

Another thing I didn't know is that author Robert Graves tied white with the moon goddess, who in mythology is usually said to have three faces, standing for the stages of life - childhood (waxing), motherhood (the full moon), and old age (waning). I think Gabriel's powers are beginning to wane. And although it's a stretch to say the writers of Miraculous had Graves in mind, there is so much moon symbolism tied into the show that I thought this was interesting to think on nonetheless.

Getting heavier, let's travel around the world to places like China, where white is the colour of mourning and worn at funerals. This makes white the colour of sadness, which ties up with Cat Blanc's months of grief and loneliness - but also Gabriel, who literally lives in a mausoleum for his wife and refuses to let go. Suddenly dressing all in white tells us he's gone all in. This is endgame. He's totally embodying his grief. And with white being tied to the end of life, it's a sign that the end of this particular story is nigh.

Now let's remember the old saying that 'Death rides a pale horse'. This comes from the depiction of the Apocalypse found in The Book of Revelation, at the end of the Bible. In fact, in Celtic tradition, if you see a pure white animal (especially if it has red ears), it's supernatural and not to be trusted. White is otherworldly and unnatural - about as unnatural as Gabriel making banana pancakes, amiright?

Gabriel is also straddling life and death. He's been cataclysmed and is now rotting away before our eyes. He's on that pale horse and has nothing left to lose.

There’s also a suggestion of the unknown - going back to that idea of being a blank slate, Gabriel is a wild card here. When someone like that gets truly desperate, we can no longer predict what he will do. Forcing a cataclysm on himself was definitely the start of this.

Coming back to the notion of honesty - we could apply this ironically to Gabriel, who, in his new white suit, recently shook hands with Nino, as if they were partners working against a common enemy.

On that note, let's look again at the Latin 'candidus'. This was considered the brightest shade of white, and it gives us the word 'candle'. So, white can be illuminating. We can see this as Adrien heading towards understanding, revelation. Gabriel is posing in the colour of honesty and innocence, but Adrien is soon to see through the pancakes.

On the other hand, Gabriel is slipping into a state of ignorance. He has never gained anything from all this power because he no longer understands love. He claims to do all this for Emilie, but it's gone far, far beyond that goal. He has reached the point of seeking power for power's sake.

He could learn a few lessons from Adrien, who reprised his Cat Blanc costume in 'Jubilation', this time worn as a wedding suit. It stands out because in European-style weddings the bride wears white but not the groom. The dream was a vision of grief and heartache being transmutated into something pure and beautiful - and of new starts. The slate had been wiped clean, ready for a new story to be written.

This leads me to think of the levels of karate. A lot of people don't realise that after the black belt, there's a higher level - the white belt. It's a sign of humility. Returning to the beginning shows an understanding that we never truly master anything. We're always learning. So Adrien moving from white (Alliance and other ads) to black (Cat Noir) to white again (the wedding vision) tells us he's completed one journey and is now applying the lessons he's learned to his next journey in life.

Of course, it was only a dream because he's not there yet. He needs to learn and deal with the truth about his father first. But all of this is coming.

Because white is the light at the end of the tunnel. As much as my son likes to say the Netflix show tags should now be 'grief', 'child abuse' and 'trauma', I truly see hope in every scene. White wipes the slate clean. Our favourite couple are so close to not a happy ending but a happy new beginning.

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Class Ring: Part Three (End) (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by: @ches-86, @ghostwentmissing, and many others.

PART ONE PART TWO

Summary: Eddie and the Reader are Married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it. Originally based on this concept from @gayheadphones.

Warnings: FLUFF, Pregnancy and Birth, Eddie has Some Anxiety, Limited Knowledge of Dnd and God-Parentalship, Cursing, Mentions of Blood

(I will get a 'Read More' cut on this ASAP. I didn't name the baby because when I read fics like this, I never like the names they chose jfhdjdh. Requests are open, but the waitlist is long.)

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"Wheeler, move the Lady 25 feet past the Sleeping Orc."

Mike gave Eddie a look.

Eddie raised his brows. "It's rough terrain. Four squares."

"I know that, asshole."

Mike stood, reaching over the table to move your character. You smiled, nodding regally as your hands rested on your swollen tummy. "The youngling and I thank you, Sir Tayr."

Mike hid a smile, grumbling as he sat back down, "Yeah, Yeah. When are we going to meet this Youngling? This is taking forever."

You laughed as Eddie scoffed, "Wheeler, are you really sassing off to my wife because she's taking too long to grow a kid? In her stomach?"

"Yes! I've been moving game pieces for months now! Why don't you just, you know...pop that sucker out, already!?"

You break into another fit of giggles, tears welling in your eyes.

"You can't rush that shit, Mike!" Dustin spoke up. "You really want that kid coming out without a foot or something!? Stuff isn't done cooking yet! It's not Y/N's fault!"

Mike crossed his arms, "You're just saying that because they said you could be Uncle Dustin." Eddie snorted, but the boys ignored him. "You were born, like, two months early and you were fine!"

"I don't have any goddamn collarbones, man!"

"So what?"

You fell into another round of laughter.

Eddie held the bridge of his nose in faux exasperation, hiding a smile. "You guys have gotta stop. Y/N's going to piss herself."

Suddenly, you gasped loudly, eyes going big as you clutched your stomach. A quick, sharp pain cut through you low in your tummy. All heads in the room whipped to face you.

Eddie shot up, taking your hands and kneeling beside your chair, immediately. You looked panicked, still wincing, and your breathing was heavy. He tried to calm his heartbeat. "Hey, look at me, sweetheart. Are you ok? What happened? Does it hurt?"

Your hands trembled as you struggled for words, "I don't know I just felt...something."

"Holy shit..." Mike leaned over the table, staring at you. "She did piss herself."

Eddie frowned, looking down at your legs, and his eyes went wide. You were soaked. "Oh shit...Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

Dustin' s jaw dropped, "She didn't piss herself, dumbass! Her goddamn water broke!"

You saw terror cement itself on Eddie's face.

Lucas jumped up, "I'll go call an ambulance!"

"No!" You both shouted after him.

"Are you crazy, Sinclair?"

"We can't afford that shit!"

"We can barely afford health insurance!"

"Just help me get out to the van"

Eddie threw his keys to Lucas, sending him to pull the car around, and hooked his arms around your ribs and beneath your knees.

"Just take deep breaths for me, ok?"

"You don't have to carry me."

"Hell yes, I do."

His tone didn't leave room for negotiation. You frowned as he used your feet to push the door open. "But my pants...Eds you're gonna have baby juice all over you."

He giggled, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he made it out to the parking lot. "I love you so fucking much. I'm so scared. I'm so excited."

Dustin held the passenger side door open as Eddie set you down gently in the seat, buckling your seatbelt. You stopped him for a moment, pulling him into a short kiss. "I love you too."

He grinned, kissing you back meaningfully before shutting the passenger side door.

"Henderson!" Eddie grabbed Dustin's arm, tossing him into the van.

"What the hell, dude!?"

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. "You're coming with."

"What!? Why??"

"Because A, out of all you little assholes, you're the only one that I think might possibly have any idea how to deliver a baby, should it come to that. Anyone beg to differ?"

Hellfire went silent, he turned back to Dustin.

"And B, because you made my wife laugh so hard she went into premature labor."

"That was Mike's fault!"

"Tough shit."

Eddie slammed the door and climbed into the driver's seat, revving the engine. "Alright, babe. Let's go make Dustin an uncle."

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Eddie tapped his foot nervously as he waited for a nurse to come. He hadn't met the baby yet. Hadn't held or seen her.

Normally, they'd rest the baby against its mother's chest when it was born. That Eddie knew. So when he heard his baby girl's sweet little cry, he'd been greedy to see her and hold her.

But he hadn't. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of her.

Eddie acted like a Big Bad Wolf around the Hellfire boys and his band. He always had. He dressed in leather and chains and listened to his music too loud. He made scenes in the cafeteria and protected his Freshmen sheep mercilessly from anyone who tried to pick at them. But when you got past that tough outer layer, Eddie was sweet. He was gentle and friendly, and he felt things deeply. Very deeply. Love and Joy...but also fear.

He'd been on edge since the moment he saw your face first scrunch with pain. He knew that birth was hard. Everyone knew that. What he hadn't quite realized just how sick it would make him feel to see you hurt like this, and not be able to do anything about it. He hated it. He wanted it to stop so badly. Every time you cried out, back arching off of the bed as another contraction hit, he'd felt almost nauseous with guilt.

The doctor had a hard time stopping the bleeding once the baby was born. That was fairly normal. Of course, Eddie hadn't known that when a nurse casually mentioned it to him before rolling his daughter away to the NICU. You'd panicked when your head finally cleared from drugs and the pain and the blood loss, only to find Eddie sobbing over you like you were dying in his arms.

It wasn't until later, when a friendly nurse saw you brushing the tears from his eyes and holding his trembling hands that someone was kind enough to tell him what the hell was happening.

"What's wrong, baby?" The nurse was sweet and old, and she reminded him of his Grandma Frankie, which wreaked more havoc on his heart than he thought it would. "Did you get a little overwhelmed?"

Eddie felt silly. You'd literally given birth less than an hour ago and you were fine, staring up at him with a loving, motherly glow as you tried to keep from drifting off. But then there was Eddie, trembling and terrified for no reason. Not to mention he was still pouring snot and tears.

"Why didn't we get to see the baby?" He choked, trying to dry his tears. "Why did they take her?"

The nurse tutted as she walked over to the sink, filling a little cup with water. "They didn't explain anything to you? No wonder you're all torn up! Poor things..."

She passed him the cup, instructing him to take slow sips, and searched out a box of Kleenex.

"Your little girl is just fine, sugar. They just took her away to make sure she's nice and stable. She came a little early right? So she's just a tiny thing. Sometimes the preemies can't keep themselves warm when they come out so small. They just wanna make sure she can do that. She'll be back in here just as soon as they give her a check up."

Eddie felt like he could have cried with relief. He wanted to jump up and hug the woman. "You mean it? You promise she's ok?"

She chuckled softly, "I promise. You want to come with me down to the NICU? You can see for yourself."

Eddie looked over at you, as if searching for your permission. You giggled weakly and nodded, "Go on down, Eds. I'll be ok. I'm falling asleep, anyways."

He held your hands tightly, studying your pale face. They'd tied your hair back for you, "A-Are you sure? I don't want to leave you. I'm-..."

Scared. He was still scared. Your poor boy. God, you loved him.

You reached up to pet his curls soothingly. "I'm okay now, Eds. The bleeding's stopped. Go see her. I'll take a little nap, hm?" You smiled fondly, giving his hand a squeeze.

He nodded, kissing you appreciatively and taking a deep breath before turning to the kind nurse. She smiled. "You ready to go meet her, sweetheart?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

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Eddie's stomach was churning as he rounded the corner with the nurse. She smirked at him knowingly.

"They said she's been a very good girl, Mr. Munson."

"Eddie." He gave her a watery smile, scratching his neck, awkwardly. She was much shorter than him, her head only coming up to his shoulder, and she was round and motherly.

"Well, Eddie, She cried for a little bit when she had a bath but she didn't squirm, and she went right to sleep after. Now, she's going to have some wires on her. I don't want to surprise you with them, but everything's alright. They aren't anything to worry about, ok? There's two little sensors we stuck to her chest, those just monitor her heart rate and body temperature, and she's got one little tube under her nose. That one monitors her breathing."

Thank fucking christ for this nurse. She knew exactly what Eddie needed to hear. She knew what would worry him if he was caught off-guard by it. He was unable to find words to thank her, so he nodded his head dumbly.

"Where's your momma, baby?" The nurse cooed, looking up at him. "She wasn't able to come see her grandchild? It's no wonder you're so shaken up if you're doing all of this without your momma here with you."

Eddie blanched, unable to even begin to tell this sweet woman about his fucked up family tree. "I...I don't have a mom. Or a dad. My uncle Wayne raised me."

She didn't seem phased, "Well then, if you've got no momma, then I suppose I'll just have to be your momma for today then, hm?" She smiled up at him.

Tears stung Eddie's eyes, and he nodded.

"Now tell me about this pretty girl you've got lovin' you..."

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The hospital could have been crashing down around him and he wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were glued to the little girl in front of him. He was hardly breathing, as if she was so fragile that the sheer force of his exhaling would shatter her.

She was in a clear box, which Eddie didn't love, but the nurse, whose name was Tonya, was quick to explain his concern away. "This is just what they use to keep her warm, angel."

She was so small, fast asleep with a blanket tucked around her tiny body. And her hands. Eddie could have stared at her hands all day. They were like a doll's...complete with miniature fingernails. A thumbprint, even.

Tonya opened the side of the box to reveal two arm sized windows. Eddie thought he was going to pass out. Oh to touch her. To touch that tiny little creature. His little girl.

Tonya pulled up a chair for him and he sat, reaching his hands through the openings, hesitantly.

"Touch her hand, sweetheart."

Eddie obeyed, grazing his index finger along her palm ever so gently. As if by instinct, her little hand opened for him, wrapping tightly around the tip of his finger. He couldn't breathe. Tears welled over in his eyes, streaming down his face. He sniffled.

"She's beautiful, honey. Look at her..."

Eddie didn't realize her eyes had opened until he was staring into them. He exhaled sharply. Big and brown and sweet. She had his eyes.

Never once had Eddie understood when people told him he had pretty eyes. They were just...brown. But now, as his eyes stared back up at him from his little daughter, he understood. They were beautiful.

"Hi..." Eddie cooed through a grin. He could taste tears on his lips, and he wondered for a moment if he looked scary to her. Her nose scrunched as she yawned. A perfect, pink, tiny nose. It looked like yours. Eddie gave an amazed laugh, "Look at you. You're so little and bald. You look like your momma, don't you? Well, she's not bald, but you get what I mean."

Tonya laughed, giving Eddie a pat on the back, "Well, She's pretty bald now, but take a look..." She reached into the incubator and lifted the tiny hat they'd given her to keep her warm. There, a dusting of soft, feathery hairs covered her head. Even as sparce as it was, it was clear where they laid, still stuck to her head from her bath. Little Curls. "She's got her daddy's pretty curls."

Eddie blushed, tears welling again as he grinned.

Tonya gave his hand an encouraging squeeze, "You're doing so well, sweetheart. I'm going to give you two a minute."

He spent a long time at the NICU crib, holding her hand and running his fingertips up and down over her silly round belly. He rubbed her back through the Sesame Street blanket the hospital had given her. He had long since stopped addressing the happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

She slept for a while, but soon enough those sweet brown eyes blinked open, finding his again.

"There's my girl..." She gave a happy kick of her legs. Eddie grinned. "Look at you, huh? You're a strong little thing. Is that how you've been kicking mom? Keeping her up all night?"

He giggled softly, letting her wrap her hand around his finger again.

"Bet you're hungry, aren't you? Does that belly ache? Momma never got to feed you...she wants to hold you so bad. I want to hold you too."

He rubbed her tummy and she babbled, giving another yawn. He grinned.

"Are you talking to me, sleepy girl? Telling me all your mom's secrets?"

**********

Three Weeks Later

Dustin slammed open the door to the drama room, yelling like he was headed into battle, "Edddddiiieee!"

"Henderson!!" Eddie climbed over the Hellfire table like man possessed, jumping down to pull his friend into a hug. "You still mad at us, man?"

Dustin had been furious when Eddie passed him a quarter upon your arrival to the hospital.

"Go call your mom, dude. Ask her to pick you up."

"Pick me up!?"

Eddie scoffed, "Well, I'm not driving you home!"

"You're telling me, I went through all of this and I don't even get to stay to see my own niece!"

Eddie rubbed the bridge of his nose, "It'll be hours, man. I'm not dealing with your whiny ass for that long. You can see her when we bring her home ok?"

Dustin sat in that waiting room with crossed arms and a sour look on his face until his mom showed up. He'd flipped Eddie the bird on his way out.

"Oh, I'm still pissed."

Eddie grinned, giving his shoulder a playful shove as the other boys filled in slowly. You were quickly swarmed with teenage boys asking a million questions about the sleeping baby in your arms.

"Did it hurt?"

"How long did it take?"

"Do you think she'll ever have brothers and sisters?"

"She's so small!"

You giggled, dutifully answering as Eddie looked on proudly. There was a collective gasp of wonder and admiration when her eyes opened, which made both you and Eddie break into laughs.

Finally, after each club member had done their appropriate amount of admiring and holding and asking of questions, Eddie pulled out something out of his pocket.

"Henderson. Kneel, brother."

Dustin knelt without question, a proud look on his face.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, announcing loudly to the room. "In return for your unmatched bravery and service regarding to the delivery of the young Munson...I bestow upon thee..."

He pulled a game piece from his pocket. The silver fawn. The one he'd used to tell the club you were pregnant. He'd super-glued a jump ring to it back at the trailer, lacing it with a thick red ribbon.

"A medal of honor." He dramatically laid the 'medal' over Dustin's bowed head. "With this medal I ask thee to claim two titles as reward for thine servitude to the King and Queen."

He gestured to himself, then to you, making you snort.

"I pronounce thee first, a most honorable midwife to her majesty."

The boys broke into laughter. Dustin frowned up at Eddie, who just grinned back.

"As well as!" He waited for the room to return to silence. The baby babbled, and he looked over to her, "Well said, Lady Munson." You smiled as he turned back to Dustin, who looked annoyed. "As well as one more title that thou might accept or decline without fear of insult to the crown..."

Dustin frowned, confused.

Eddie opened the thick DnD game book that sat on the table beside him, pulling from it a paper he'd stuck inside for safe keeping. He passed it to Dustin.

Godparent Registration Form

Dustin's eyes went wide as he looked up at Eddie.

"Loyal Henderson, thou aprocheth thine sixteen year, legal age to obtain a title of such honor in the state of Indiana..." The boys laughed. "Whilst thou will always be known as "Uncle Dustin", with thine consent, and the consent of thine mother, we beg to bestow upon thee the honorable title of Godfather to young Lady Munson."

Dustin froze, staring up at Eddie, "Me?"

Eddie nodded.

Dustin shot up from his kneel, tackling Eddie in a hug, "You son of a bitch!"

Eddie let out a cackle, hugging him back."You really mean it!? Like, what does this mean?"

Eddie smirked proudly, "There's a lot of biblical stuff but really what it means is just that if we die you get stuck with the baby."

You laughed loudly, your head falling back against Eddie's throne.

Dustin turned to the other Hellfire boys, who were all holding back smiles. "You hear that!? If they both die, I get the baby! Take that assholes!"

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trulybetty · 4 months

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Sunday Week In Review XV

What a couple of weeks! Took a little break from my weekly updates as Sundays started to become a little crazy around the Truly household - so I may have to switch up the format for the new year, but we'll see!

But anyone else have have no clue where time has gone? How is it Christmas Eve already? With things a little busy I've had limited time to read. So this is a mishmash from the last three weeks of what I managed to track.

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

December x 500 is underway and we're in the home stretch now. Sickness has thrown the Maplewood AU's for Marcus and Joel out of sync - but I will be working on getting them out as soon as possible!

December x 500 Masterlist

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Bakers Dozen (Various) by @avastrasposts This is such a delicious series and just keeps getting better and better! On the edge of my seat waiting for each new update!

Caught Kissing Santa (Dave) by @wildemaven This was so incredibly sweet and oh so festive! The idea of Dave dressing up as Santa for his kids just makes me swoon!

Paranoid Heart (Javi) by @goodwithcheese This series just keeps getting better chapter after chapter and this weeks update has me counting down the days until it’s Tuesday again!

Holiday Prompts (Joel) by @jomiddlemarch Jo manages to capture so much in all her little drabbles as she follows along a month of prompts! Definitely recommend getting in on following them!

Working Title (Dieter) by @rhoorl Have I mentioned in the last five minutes that I love a soft Dieter? That's what Jess delivers with this series and this latest installment in Dieter and Belle's relationship has me on edge for what's to come for them next.

Here | Catalyst 'Verse (Joel x Frankie x Reader) by @ezrasbirdie The latest installment to this series certainly doesn't disappoint and explores the dynamic that's been growing since the first installment and the complexities of that come with any relationship, but the added addition of another person. If you've not read this series, I very much recommend it!

Are You Alone & Are You Going To Be Quiet? (Benny) by @rhoorl With this series Jess has created around Benny it's impossible not to drop everything to read it once it's released. These two additions this month were deliciously spicy and festive, just what the season calls for!

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @ladamedusoif Rose has been knocking it out of the part using the same prompt list I've been working through and they're all just so good! I'm slowly getting caught up with them and will be bringing them to a re-blog real soon - but I highly suggest diving into these for some festivities!

A New Tradition with Frankie (Frankie) by @nerdieforpedro Frankie, check. Baking, check. Mishaps, check. Frankie being incredibly sweet and Frankie? Check, check and check! This is incredibly sweet despite the baking issues in the story - but Frankie more than enough makes up for it.

Footprints (Joel) by @sin-djarin Ohmigod, I get a lump in my throat when I think about this fic Becca so beautifully wrote exploring Joel creating Christmas magic for Sarah with the help of Tommy pre-outbreak. Dare you to read it and not have a tear in your eye!

Don’t Drink the Punch (Dave) by @wildemaven Heidi's Holi-Dave series is just the soft Dave I didn't know I needed, but can't live without now! Christmas Office parties would be a whole lot better with Mr. York around, that's for sure!

Undercover (Tim) by @secretelephanttattoo I've been wading in the Rockpool for a while now, and El just further confirms I won't be leaving anytime soon with this series! The slow burn and the forced close proximity makes for a fantastic read that builds the anticipation for the next installment.

Nourish (Joel) by @goodwithcheese This is the second of Megan’s one-shots featuring Joel and she’s managed to build this cozy little world in Jackson between Joel and our reader. Really enjoyed the dynamic here and the inclusion of Ellie.

Smutsgiving 2023: Sweet Potato Casserole (Wing Pit Pedro) by @something-tofightfor This is another instalment in the Daniel Harper Wing Pit character that I have totally fallen for. Like seriously, if you’ve not read the previous fic’s by Rachael you should get over there and check them out!

12 Days of XXX-Mas (Various) by @morallyinept Jett’s 12 Days Of XXX-MAS has been delivering banger after banger (literally 😏) with this festive series and there's something for everyone here.

Delta Landscaping (Various) by @rhoorl This is my favourite soap opera and live for updates on the residents of Mule Fall Court! Even if you're not a fan of Triple Frontier (is there such thing? lol) - stick around for the PPCU (Pedro Pascal Character Universe) cameos!

You Me & John McClane (Dave) by @wildemaven It's by no exaggeration when I say this is the festive rom-com of my dreams 😍 - I have a hard time sometimes with Dave fics, but this Holi-Dave series has a permanent residence on my re-read list and every time this has popped up I've read it again!

Sunny & the Grinch (Jack) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love Sunny and Jack and this festive instalment is such a treat! I’m still giddy over it and still not okay - not giving anything away, but it still has me kicking my feet in excitement when I think about it!

Symphony (Joel) by @maggiemayhemnj The opening chapter to Jeanne’s first series set in Jackson dropped this week. A great introduction to our characters and I’m already excited for the next instalment to see where things go! I love a good OFC and I know Jersey isn’t going to disappoint!

Give (Joel) by @goodwithcheese Another jump into post TLOU word in Jackson with these two. It’s such a cozy bubble that makes me feel warm and fuzzy every time we visit them. I love this little festive addition!

Common Thread (Frankie) by @wildemaven Such a dreamy series of vignettes between our reader and Frankie. The whole thing was a great balance of spice and domesticity of an established relationship.

Gift Wrapped (Dieter) by @sp00kymulderr This is the chaotic festive Dieter of my dreams! This was such a fun read and if you are a fan of Dieter this needs to be on your reading list!

In Reality (Dieter) by @sin-djarin Becca’s coming home series is beautiful and this addition of Dieter, in follow up to ‘In Fiction’ is in part a great character study and a festive slice of warmth. Highly recommend!

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

It's not Christmas until this album has been played and this is my favourite from it...

Hope everyone, no matter how you celebrate the season, is doing well and staying safe ❤️

Sending lots of love and hugs to you all!

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idyllic-ghost · 2 months

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3k followers celebration !

Thank you so much for wanting to stick around with my blog for this long! I can't picture 3000 different people following me 😭

My most popular mini-series has been The Other Woman since I posted it about two years ago. Ever since then, I've also hated that mini-series. I find it rushed, and there are a few plot holes, but I still like the storyline and I wanted to do it justice.

So, since I wanted to do something other than an ask game for this celebration, I rewrote the entire mini-series into a 30k fic. Some parts will be the same, just worded differently, but other parts have been changed around.

The fic is still in progress, I have to finish a few scenes and then it has to be proofread, but it'll be posted in a couple weeks. In the meantime, I'll be opening up my requests for drabbles only. I won't be able to write a lot of them, but a decent amount.

Askbox is OPEN! Request to your heart's content! Just know that I won't be writing anything too long. Here's some navigation:

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Read a teaser for the fic under the cut!

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“Well, I’m your next-door neighbor. So, if there’s anything you need you can let me know.”

Friendly and hot. This might have been the luckiest you’ve felt in over a year.

“Oh, is it your cottage?”

“No, no- it’s my parents’ place. I’m just fixing it up for them so that they can enjoy it during the summer months,” he explained and looked down at his box. “Oh, right. I got you a little welcome gift- I don’t know if you like muffins but…”

He held it out to you, and you finally got a proper look at it. The bottom of it was read, but the top was see-through. Dark red muffins, about six of them, were lined up perfectly inside the box. Red velvet. You wondered if he had made them himself, or if he had bought them from some expensive bakery.

“I love muffins,” you assured him and accepted the box. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

“No problem,” he said, “And, if you’re into barbecue, our other neighbor is having one later this evening.”

“Oh, I don’t know… I don’t really know them. I feel like I’d be intruding.”

“You can come over with me, I’ll keep you company all night if you don’t like them,” he joked.

“Well, that’s certainly a tempting offer…” You thought about your mom, and how much she’d want you to try to move on. “Alright, when is it?”

“I’ll come by around six and pick you up,” he recommended.

“Sounds good,” you said. “See you then.”

“Can’t wait.” He sent you a flirtatious smile before leaving.

You watched Mingyu leave, not so subtly checking him out, before closing the door. Walking into the kitchen, you opened up the box of muffins and were immediately hit with a velvety aroma. After putting the box on the kitchen island, you picked one of them up and tasted it. The muffin practically melted in your mouth, it was perfectly fluffy and not too sweet.

“Holy fuck.” You put your hand over your mouth.

Was this man good at everything?

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waitmyturtles · 6 months

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A little bit more on I Feel You Linger In The Air (reincarnation, the novel version, and more)...

I am back home and recovering from a somewhat INSANELY stressful work trip (WHEW! TIRED!), and I've missed writing meta oh so very much, BUT! A couple of things will be happening in my meta life soon: The Old GMMTV Challenge Bad Buddy Meta Month starts next week (FINALLY, EEE!), Last Twilight starts tomorrow, the Den-Panuwat-penned-and-Only-Friends-adjacent series Playboyy starts next week -- we got a lot going on.

AND, AND! AND! I did myself something good while I was away. I HOUSED the novel version of I Feel You Linger in the Air, because, BECAUSE! I still can't help screaming mentally about that finale -- even though reading the novel actually made me realize that episode 12 of IFYLITA was a touch redundant.

Related to the IFYLITA novel and series: I got an ask in my inbox that somehow disappeared (@porjomkwan, if you're still out there -- thank you for the ask!) that asked about my thoughts on the theme of reincarnation in IFYLITA, and cited this fabulous post and reblog by @tipsyjaehyun and @clairedaring about this theme. Tipsy and Claire covered the majority of the ground that the drama series captures regarding reincarnation -- in particular, the GORGEOUS focus on the northern Thai blessing ceremony that calls back to a human host the 32 spirits that a host carries with them throughout their life/lives. Those spirits can be incarnated and/or reincarnated within repeated and/or beloved figures of the host's memories and reincarnated lives. (That explains why people like Ohm and Kaimook, in Jom's present life, are reincarnated as Khamsean and Fong Kaew in Jom's life of 1928 Chiang Mai. And it explains how Jom can continue to be called to different eras involving Yai, from Commander/Warrior/Mustache Yai of ancient Thailand, to 1928 Chiang Mai Khun Yai, to present-day Chiang Mai Yai Kanthorn.)

@clairedaring notes in their reblog that in the novel, the foundational theme of reincarnation AND of Jom and Yai being forever bound to each other is confirmed, directly and heavily, by Commander Yai. Claire quotes from the novel Commander/Warrior Yai speaking to Jom :

"Jom-Jao, listen, though you are fated to be apart from me, my love will never fade, and it will follow you like a holy spirit, protecting you in my place. No matter where fate brings you, no matter the danger you encounter, may those misfortunes fall upon my spirit instead of yours."

I want to confirm that this is my understanding and experience of the centering and grounding of reincarnation in the series as well (@porjomkwan, this answers your question to me!). And, this very much speaks to what I understand was a gentle criticism by Thai audiences towards the show as this season of the show ended -- because the Commander Yai period really sets in stone what Jom can expect for the rest of his live(s) regarding having Yai in his life again in another time period. In which case, I agree HEAVILY with @clairedaring that IFYLITA absolutely needs a season 2, because that Commander Yai period is so definitive of how this first season gets contextualized in the end of the entire piece.

A couple of other quick notes on the novel before I move to a comparative final point:

1) JOM. JOM IS A SASSY B IN THE NOVEL. DAMN! I honestly think Nonkul Chanon could DEF handle being a touch more sassy. "I'm a grown-ass man," Jom says at one point. Yes, you ARE, HONEY! Sassy B Jom courting and standing up to Commander Yai? It was a WONDERFUL story line. (BTW, the quality of the writing of the IFYLITA Y novel was, as expected, wanting, especially by way of a fan translation. But I have to agree with fans of the novel from Thailand and elsewhere, that the story itself was SOLID.)

2) The history behind the Commander Yai period is FABULOUS to learn about. (@tipsyjaehyun has some context about the various eras of Yai here, if you don't mind a few novel spoilers.) In particular, I spent a LOT of minutes reading about the lengthy reign of the Ayutthaya Kingdom in Thailand, and just -- as an Asian and an Asian-American watching Thai shows, getting deep into this reminds me of my own accountability and responsibility for trying to grasp what an average Thai viewer will bring by way of education-based historical awareness into shows like IFYLITA. This long Wikipedia article is a must read if you want to go deeper into IFYLITA context!

3) My third point on the novel leads into what I quickly want to note by way of at least one comparison to another show that did reincarnation themes differently, but also beautifully, by way of an original Y novel.

Until We Meet Again is a permanent FAVE of mine -- and it captures reincarnation, at least a different style of it, within its drama context. In UWMA's context, a red thread tied between the passed bodies of the lovers Korn and Intouch ensures that their spirits will find each other again in the future.

As noted within UWMA, different Asian cultures have different reads on the meaning of the red thread, from China, to Thailand, to elsewhere. This article notes northwestern and Vietnamese beliefs regarding the red thread, and this Wikipedia article notes the Chinese origins of the myths of the red thread. (Remember than in IFYLITA, the blessing ceremony of calling 32 spirits back to a host is cited as being from northern Thailand -- meaning, many of these myths, legends, and practices are utterly regional, and very tied to specific regional cultures that we can learn more about as viewers. Super cool.)

In UMWA, Korn's and Intouch's spirits inhabit other bodies -- namely, Dean's and Pharm's personages. And Dean and Pharm take on some characteristics of the spirits they provide a home to, and, even more interestingly -- Dean's and Pharm's OWN behaviors reflect the regrets and/or resistances that Korn and Intouch bear to each other, with Korn's spirit being far more forward with love than he was when he was alive; and Intouch's spirit being far more fearful of that love, knowing in the end where his love led to -- their deaths.

In IFYLITA, we see Yai's spirit being reborn essentially into different version of Yai, and all of them called Yai. In the novel, Jom treats all of these Yais as Yais that he can fall in love with -- he is in love with all of them, because the spirit of Yai is essentially a singular spirit being reborn into various different versions of the body of Yai (quick spoiler: the modern-day Yai is only half-Thai).

I happen to REALLY love these various interpretations of reincarnation between these shows, and certainly many, many more shows and movies across Asia that touch upon reincarnation as an essential theme of HOPE, of love, of joy. The various ways in which these practices are regarded, from Buddhism, to Hinduism, to Shintoism, and other Asian spiritual practices, are fascinating to learn about, including their regional variances. And they speak very much to me as an Asian, as to how I learn about cultural practices, nuances, and mores. (A comparative cultural example is how food -- like, say, a dish like Hainanese chicken rice -- differs among Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore.)

But also, as an Asian watching shows like UWMA and IFYLITA -- I *know* that when I'm watching a show that's based on spirit reincarnation, that I'm not necessarily watching a "sad" show. I remember, of the day dramas of Japan and Korea that I watched when I was younger, that I absorbed better understandings of ancestor worship and elder respect. If a house had an altar with a picture of a passed-on elderly relative -- surely it was understood that that relative had passed away and one could be sad about it. But their spirit is meant to be honored at the altar, and especially in Japanese and Korean family dramas with these kinds of scenes, you can see characters speaking to the pictures of those who have passed on, having conversations, and being the subject of annual ceremonies of honoring the dead.

In other words, what I utterly LOVED about the IFYLITA novel -- and what I truly hope a season 2 will capture -- is that the Yais of the various eras were not despondent when Jom left them. Those Yais knew that a future Yai would experience Jom again. Korn and Intouch knew their spirits would meet again one day: it was Dean and Pharm that needed to come together to make that happen.

I wrote quite a bit about the Asian cinematic tradition of sad and/or open-ended endings in my review of The Love of Siam, and I think one reason why I absolutely cannot shake IFYLITA from my system -- and even UWMA, too, although UWMA has a confirmed happy ending -- is that IFYLITA is utterly reflective of this practice of the open-ended ending, at least for the show's first season, because we KNOW, through reincarnation, that Jom WILL encounter Yai again. If you read the novel, you know that Commander Yai promises this. But even if you don't read the novel, and we never get a season 2 -- to see Yai Kanthorn strolling right into Jom's arms, without very much other context, is enough, at least for an Asian audience, to know that the spirits did their thing again. Dramatically, I do think the finale could use more finessing (cc @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm, to whom I said this when I finished the novel), but now that I have the novel's context, I know HOW the finale could have been improved.

I took this ask as a major excuse to just unwind more and more on a piece that I totally loved in IFYLITA, and I hope to heck that we get a second season. I am thrilled that I made IFYLITA my debut into Y series reading, because the story is just so solid, and as I often say about my really beloved shows -- IFYLITA does not shy away from being rooted in assumed knowledge about cultural practices that an Asian audience can automatically check into. It really felt familiar and homey to watch this incredibly made and well-told story about an enduring romance, and I'm so appreciative that IFYLITA will be a show I'll be holding close as this year closes out -- a year that started off on the strongest Asian note with the fabulous Moonlight Chicken. MLC and IFYLITA encapsulating 2023 for Asian audiences? We were fed really, really well.

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Holy moly whiever came up qith that nerdy unassuming girl is a genius! Would LOVE to see it as Fic, like I am manifesting that s*** right now! :*

Loveeee you btw and your works!

me? u love... me? 🥹 i love u too and just for that u get a fic <33333333

... well. it might not be a fic per say but an extended drabble? we'll see how it turns out. but i've been listening to superfruit by maude latour pretty much on repeat and it reminds me so much of this concept. like i feel like eddie would make her feel exactly like what the song describes. just... floaty. contemplative. happy.

anyway. it's gonna be a sweet one.

warnings: some explicit descriptions of s*x and dr*gs. minors dni.

Small Talk (Eddie Munson x Reader)

(HIS FUCKINF SMILE I AM IN LOVE)

Eddie Munson is like a shot of whiskey. He makes you feel warm. Buzzy. He shatters your inhibitions and makes everything feel easier. More exciting. Even on a lazy summer morning, leaned against the counter in his uncle's trailer, watching him sip a half-full glass of orange juice while he actually reads an article in last month's issue of Playboy, he makes you feel like you're floating.

He glances up at you, smirking fondly when he catches you staring.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" he teases.

You smile, unable to help yourself. He has no idea how beautiful he is.

"Yes," you admit.

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Your friends hate him. They hate that you're never around because you're always with him, coming home every other night to find three more messages on the answering machine wondering why the hell you waste so much time with him. Why you're acting so weird since meeting him. Why you've let him change you. But you haven't - at least not in the way they think.

Eddie brings out the parts you love most about yourself; parts that before him, you were too afraid to let show. You're sick of small talk with your friends, unable to gush about the things that ignite your passion, that are hard to put into words, that everybody feels but nobody will admit to. Things that Eddie eats up when you spill them out and reciprocates without hesitation.

You've started deleting the messages before you even listen to them.

Steve says you look prettier. Robin agrees. You've been smiling more, wearing clothes that fit you better, not caring as much about your makeup - abandoning it completely most days. You mention wanting to dye your hair and Eddie convinces you to do it, the color strange but suiting you.

Steve says you finally look like you. The you he knows best.

Sex used to scare you. You used to fear the idea of someone seeing your body in full, getting close to the little imperfections you fret over in the mirror. The idea of your desires used to make you feel dirty. Guilty. But intimacy with Eddie is as easy as breathing. You tease each other, spark each other on until you can't handle it anymore with something as simple as a smile. A chaste kiss to your neck. Wearing that dress he likes. Leaning over your car's engine, hair knotted behind his head, trying to figure out what that weird sound was. Everything he does is sexy to you. He adores your body, savoring the feel of your plush thighs against his rough palms, gripping your love handles in the throes of an orgasm, trailing kisses along the stretch marks on your stomach. You never feel bad about the things he does to you - that you do to him - because they're too fun. And you trust him. He makes you feel immensely loved, even when you let him use you for his own pleasure (something you still haven't admitted to him you enjoy more than anything).

You love doing boring things with him. You sit on the sidewalk outside 7-Eleven, sharing a beer or a slushee, listening to a mixtape he made for you just that morning, basking in the heat rising up from the pavement. You share opposite ends of a lounge chair at the public pool, not swimming, but reading in the sunshine and kissing like you're the only ones around. He slips his hand under your tank top and kisses the back of your neck. Everybody stares, wondering how someone they looked over so easily in the past, who avoided any kind of prolonged attention, could be so comfortable sitting in the lap of the town pariah.

One night, Eddie sneaks you in to the pool after closing. You skinny dip and gaze at the stars, pointing out constellations to him and retelling the myths that inspired them. He barely looks up at the sky for how he gazes at you.

Eddie likes to smoke with you. Even though you've never enjoyed getting high, he loves just having the time to spend with you, curled up in the back of his van in a random parking lot, giggling as the weed makes him mellower and mellower. He gets stoned enough that he calls you an angel, a goddess. That you taste better than the Super Fruit gum he chews to keep the stench of cigarettes out of his mouth. You call him a sap. He calls you gorgeous.

Jason Carver buys from him once while you're hanging out together, sneering over at you while you lean against the side of Eddie's van. Eddie tries to keep you out of deals, but Jason approached you, and money is tight. Despite being a literal psychopath, Jason is a big spender.

"You really are sick, you know," he spits at Eddie as he hands over the cash he owes. "Corrupting innocent girls like her."

Eddie glances back at you, sharing a knowing smirk.

"She's not so innocent," he says. "I'm starting to think she might've corrupted me."

Jason makes a comment about how you're a whore, a cheap slut who's only with Eddie because he's the only one who would give you any attention; the only one who would willingly spread her legs for him.

Eddie immediately snaps, punching Jason so hard he breaks his nose. The ensuing fight is vicious. Jason gives you a bloody lip when you force yourself in between them, pinning your arm against Eddie's chest so he doesn't do any worse. You know he can, and he will if it means protecting you.

"Cut the shit, Carver," you threaten. "You don't want your parents to find your body hanging from the tree in their front yard tomorrow morning."

The man laughs bitterly at you.

"That coward wouldn't kill me," he quips.

"Maybe not. But I would."

Suddenly the time you accidentally backed your car into him feels different.

Jason leaves you alone after that. Eddie can't stop leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck as you try to clean his bloody knuckles.

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Eddie finishes reading, sauntering into the kitchen to place his now empty glass in the sink. He curls his arms around you, giving you a toothy grin as he grips the fabric of his t-shirt that wraps around your curves. You run your hand up his back, and he hums happily into your kiss.

"Stay with me," you whisper.

"Always," he promises.

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@oneforthemunny ‘s Summer writing game

Prompt: 🐚 Vacation time with Eddie

Title: Island Time

Word count: 4k+ ( Got a little carried away but ya gotta have the spicy details right?)

🛑 Smut- Mature 18+ Minors DNI, Blowjobs and handjobs and P in V oh my! Unprotected sex (always wrap before you tap it!)🛑

I am super nervous/excited to share this piece, I hope y’all like it❤️

POV- Reader

You couldn't believe it . You had never won a single thing in your entire life, not a raffle, not even a bingo when you used to go play with your Grammy , and you had just won an all expense paid 7 day trip to the Virgin Islands through a radio call in contest. This was a dream come true. Seven days of fun in the sun, tropical drinks from morning till night and quality time with the love of your life. It was going to be so romantic.

You hurried home from work and burst through the door, excited to tell Eddie the amazing news but he was no where in sight. You could hear the shower running so you ran into the bathroom and flung the shower curtain open. Eddie screamed," Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the fucking shit out of me! I thought I was going to be murdered, like straight up Psycho shit! Ahh! I have shampoo in my eyes, I've got soap in my eyes and it fucking burns!" He stuck his face under the spray and rinsed off.

You smirked and rolled your eyes."You scare me all the fucking time so I don't feel sorry for you at all. And once you hear why I came barging in you are going to forget all about your burning eyes! "

Eddie turned off the tap and stood there a second trying to get a read on your expression. "Something good?"

You stood there for a second to take in the sight of a naked and wet Eddie Munson. You got an eyeful, smiled at him then handed him a towel. " Baby, I won! I won us a trip to St. Thomas! The Virgin Islands baby! We are going to the Caribbean!"

" What? Are you shittin me? "

" No Eds, I was the 100th caller in a radio contest and I got it!"

" Holy shit Sweetheart! That's fuckin awesome !"

" We are going on Vacation!" I clapped my hands together excitedly. " I pick up the info at the radio station Friday, we will have to ask for time off at work, I need to by a couple of bathing suits-"

" So when are we going on this Tropical Vacation Sweets?"

" Next month!"

" Wow, and uh how do we get there?"

You smile," How do you think baby? We have to fly in."

Eddie's face went completely serious. "I don't know baby, I've never flown before. I'm kind of nervous . I mean you know what happened to Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens right? Both musicians and both died in a plane crash-"

" They flew out in the middle of a storm, in a tiny ass plane. Your going to be alright baby,I promise." I slapped his ass." Get dressed sweet cheeks, we are going shopping. You are going to need a fancy outfit because we are going to do at least one fancy dinner at the resort."

" Do I have to? I'm not exactly a fancy guy. I might not fit in with the fancy folks."

" You will be fine. I can't wait to get all dolled up, get a new dress, some fancy lingerie to wear under the dress-"

Eddie smirked." That's what I'm talking about." He wrapped his arms around your waist." Smokin hot hotel sex, with my sexy little kitten. "

" I can't wait to spend some quality alone time with you Mr. Munson, lounging around, room service, tropical drinks with umbrellas in them. Sounds like heaven."

" Sure does Princess." He pulled you in for a sweet kiss then smirked." So after we pick out my ' Fancy outfit' are we shopping for your 'Fancy lingerie'? Like I try on a couple outfits, you try on a couple outfits..."

You smile up at him. " You can pick out one sexy outfit, the rest are going to be a surprise."

" What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here."

" Um, Eddie, as much as I love looking at your sweet ass you need to get dressed first."

Eddie smiled." You had me all excited there Dollface. Of course , pants first."

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" St. Thomas here we come!" You said excitedly as you pulled your luggage out of the trunk of Steve Harrington's car. He had offered to drive you to Indianapolis and drop you off so that you wouldn't have to pay to park your car.

" I feel like I am going to puke." Eddie breathed in a few deep breaths.

Steve chuckled and pat his friend on the back." Your going to be fine Munson, people fly safely every day. Your flying first class buddy, buckle up,down some champagne and you will be there before you know it."

" Then we will be laying on the beach without a care in the world." You lightly kiss his lips. " Oh! Baby, I don't know if they will let you through security with your rings on, you might need to put them in your checked luggage."

" I can't wear my rings?"

" Just through security baby, they will set off the metal detectors. You don't have any pocket knives or anything right? "

Eddie pat himself down then emptied his pockets." Nope. Jesus, this is awfully complicated."

" Don't pay any attention to Eddie here, he's never left Indiana before, let alone the country." Steve smirked.

" Fuck you Steve."

" I'm going to let that slide because I know you are nervous." Steve walks up to you and gives you a big hug, then does the same to Eddie." Have fun, safe travels guys. And Munson, try to get some sun, your as white as a ghost."

You watch Eddie flip Steve off , then you wave goodbye and grab your bag.

" Come on baby, let's get this adventure started."

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" Hey Princess, does this belt look secure to you?"

You lean over to check that Eddie's seatbelt is in fact securely tightened. "Snug as a bug Eds." You lightly kiss his lips before sitting back in your seat. You take his hand and give it a squeeze. " Try to relax, ok Baby?"

Eddie put his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. " I'm going to put my music on. Let me know when they are serving Alcohol, would ya Doll?"

" You got it." You had never seen Eddie this nervous about anything before, the man could walk up on a stage and perform in front of a crowd without batting an eye but this scared the shit out of him. You watched him put on his headphones and completely tune out. Shortly after take off they served alcohol, you got a mimosa and got Eddie some whiskey on the rocks which he took down in one gulp then quickly went back to his music. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and pulled his head to your chest. In a matter of minutes he was sleeping like a baby.

The first flight was smooth sailing and the connecting flight was uneventful. Eddie loosened up a little for the second flight but still refused to unfasten his seatbelt, even when you asked him if he wanted to join the mile high club he respectfully declined, and stayed securely fastened in his seat.

It was a relief when you landed at your final destination, found your luggage and boarded the shuttle to your resort.

Eddies eyes were as big as saucers as he took in all the sights." Princess look at the palm trees, that water looks so clear and blue."

You loved that you were able to experience this with him, you had been to the ocean before but no place tropical and nowhere the water was turquoise and the beaches were this beautiful.

Your resort was gorgeous and you gasped as you opened the door to your suite." Holy Shit baby! We are living like royalty this week!" You dropped your bags and ran and flopped on the king sized bed, then giggled into a pillow.

" I could get used to this lifestyle. This really is a dream come true." Eddie threw his leather jacket onto a chair and walked over to a table that had a chilled bottle of champagne and a fruit basket on it." What do you say to a little bit of bubbly Lovie? I feel like Thurston Howell the third from Gillian's island." He smiled widely as he popped the top on the champagne.

" Don't even bother with the glasses Baby, it's our vacation and I'm drinking it straight out of the bottle." You get up off the bed and walk over to Eddie, really looking over just how beautiful the suite is. You watch Eddie take a swig from the bottle then hand it to you and you do the same. You explore the room together, peeking your heads into the bathroom and discovering a giant tub and wonderful smelling soaps and shampoos, and then the best part, the balcony overlooking the stunning beach. " Pinch me Ed's, I need to make sure this is real."

" How about instead of pinching you, I fuck you into that soft luxurious bed?"

You smile." You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet Munson."

Eddie smirks , scoops you up and he kisses you and carries you to the bed.

You smile." Eddie, I didn't even get to put on my fancy lingerie for you yet."

Eddie smiled." You know I love the way you look when you wear it, but honestly , I prefer you with nothing on." He throws you onto the bed then jumps down beside you and you both laugh." Time to get you out of these clothes Princess."

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Eddie

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Did I sleep on a fucking cloud? I don't know if I have ever slept so hard before. Could have been the champagne? Maybe it was because I had been so fucking worked up over the flight and I had finally let my body relax? Maybe it was the fresh ocean air? Or possibly the wild, uninhibited sex we had last night. Whatever it was I slept like a fucking rock.

I roll over to a cool pillow beside me and slowly open my eyes. The bed beside me is empty, but as I prop myself up on my elbows I notice the French doors to the private balcony are open.

I stretch and quietly get up and slip on the amazing fucking white robe that he hotel provided and padded over to the open door.

There was my Sweet Girl, wrapped in her robe, mimosa in hand, watching the sun rise over the ocean, hair blowing in the breeze, orange glow on her skin from the rising sun. She was breathtaking.

I quietly walked up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, burying my face in her neck and placing light kisses on her skin.

" Mmmmm, good morning Baby." She purred.

" Good morning Princess." I nibbled on her ear. " Up awfully early this morning."

She sighed." I wanted to see the sunrise. Sorry I didn't wake you, you looked so peaceful and cozy, you were out like a light Eds." She smiled.

" I don't think I have ever slept so good in my life."

" You were snoring baby."

" What? No way."

" Way! You were so out that you were sawing logs." She chuckled.

" Sorry Sweetheart."

" Don't apologize, I didn't even notice it until I woke up. Then I laid there watching you sleep for a few minutes-"

" Fucking creepy-" I joked.

She laughed." You were adorable."

" I wasn't drooling was I?

" No Eddie you weren't drooling."

" Good, that would have been fucking gross."

" But I would still love you, drool and all." She took a sip from her glass than offered it to me. I finished it off then set it on the small balcony table. I watched her smile to herself as she looked back out to the ocean." Eds, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"

I lightly turned her face to mine . "Every time I look at you Doll." I placed a light kiss on her lips.

" Are you getting all gooey on me Eddie Munson?"

" Maybe." I pulled her closer, pressing my body into hers, and kissed the spot just below her ear, I slowly worked my way down her neck, collarbone, teeth lightly grazing her shoulder. I felt her shiver.

" Feels so good baby."

" You like that, my sweet girl?" I slid my hand up from her waist and into the front of her robe, lightly rubbing my thumb over her nipple and squeezing her breast. A moan escaped her lips and she melted into me, pressing her sweet round ass against me, causing my dick to immediately stir." How does that feel?"

" So good."

I slid my other hand under the bottom of her robe, over her hip, and down between her thighs ,lightly running my finger down her slit." Fuck Sweetheart, your already wet for me." I slowly circled her clit with my fingertip and felt her hips move against me.

" Eddie, please-"

" Please what Darling?"

" Please fuck me."

I smiled." Well since you asked me nicely-" I let go of her just long enough to spin her body around to face me.

She leaned forward and kissed me , her tongue dipping into my mouth and swirling with mine, it was passionate and intense and when she pulled away she very lightly tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth.

" Jesus Christ Sweetheart."

I felt her hand part my robe and wrap her hand around my rock hard cock , stroking it.

" Fuck baby, your already hard for me?" She mimicked with a smile.

I smirked than leaned in close, lips almost touching. I could feel her breathing quicken." I might have to fuck you right out here on this balcony Kitten."

" Promise?"

That was all it took. I captured her mouth with mine, putting everything I had into that kiss, trying to make her as breathless as she made me, all the while slowly walking her backwards to press her up against the wall of the little alcove , out of direct sight , giving us some privacy.

I cupped her face in my hands, then ran them down her neck,pushing her robe back a little over her shoulders, giving me better access to her delicate soft skin. I knew what she liked, what she wanted. My lips left hers, and I nibbled and licked my way down her throat to the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. I knew that kissing the sensitive skin of neck would turn her on, so I lingered there a moment knowing that was her sweet spot and I heard her groan.

" Eddie-" she breathed , and I felt her hand untie the knot in my robe." Please Baby, I need more, I want you so fucking bad right now."

" I know, honey, because I need to be inside you right now . Don't worry,I've got you Sweetheart." I grabbed her fine ass with both hands and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me and I lined my throbbing cock up with her slick entrance and slowly lowered her down.

We both moaned. God, it didn't matter how many times we have had sex, every time felt absolutely amazing.

" You feel so good inside me baby, so full," she panted, head back against the wall." Give me more baby."

" Your so fucking tight." I drove up into her again, and again, so turned on by the pretty little noises she made as I thrusted into her. " You take my cock so fucking well. Your pussy is so fucking perfect. It was made for me."I leaned down and drew her breast into my mouth,rolled her nipple on my tongue and listened as she groaned in response." I know how to take care of you baby."

" Mmmm, your so fucking good Eds," She wound her hands into my hair and tugged, pulling my head back, knowing how much the sensation turned me on, then attacked my throat.

" Fuuucck, Princess. Feels so fucking good." I pounded into her at a relentless pace, and I could tell by the sounds that she was making that she was getting close. I brought my forehead to hers," Cum for me."

" I-I'm so close-"

I dove in slow and hard and it was enough to send her over the edge. I watched as she threw her head back, my name falling from her lips as she rode out her wave of pleasure. " That's it Darling."

I felt my own orgasm building up,then the euphoria of release. My body shuttered as I came, and I felt her arms wrap around me. I leaned against her, head on her chest,breathing heavy, pressing her body into the wall.

She brushed the hair from my sweaty face and kissed the tip of my nose."I love you baby."

" I love you too Sweetheart." I lightly kissed her lips.

She unwrapped herself from me and I carefully lowered her down, her legs shook.

" You ok?"

" I am more than ok Eddie. How are you? You were the one that really got a workout."

" My legs are on fucking fire." I laughed. " Today might be a good day for lounging around with a drink in my hand."

She smiled widely." That is the plan then! " she covered herself back up with her robe but I catch her eyes roaming over me ." Why don't we take a shower then go down and see what this place has to offer? "

" Sounds perfect." I lean forward and kiss her lips and we walk back into the room. Once inside I drop my robe and walk casually around the room naked, giving her a little show and she laughs.

" Harrington was right, your white as a ghost, you need some sun on those cheeks Munson."

" You keep telling me I need to wear sunblock -"

" Not those cheeks ," she walked up and slapped my ass, " These cheeks."

" Your nothing but fucking trouble Princess, but that's why I love you."

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Reader POV

The next couple days flew by in a blur. The resort was beautiful, the beach was beautiful and the man you got to enjoy it all with was fucking beautiful. The two of you laid in the sun, swam in the ocean, drank fruity tropical drinks and fucked like rabbits. It was amazing.These were memories you would always cherish. Like snorkeling and watching Eddie's head pop up in front of me." Holy shit! Did you see that school of fish swim by? That was fucking awesome!" He even looked adorable with goggles on.

You would walk along the beach, write your names in the sand, Eddie would draw a dick and see how long it would last before the waves would erase it. You would sit side by side in lounge chairs by the pool, reaching across and holding each others hands, and you loved rubbing suntan lotion on him when other women were looking his way, showing them that he belonged to you , because let's face it, he was fucking hot.

Island Eddie was absolutely gorgeous. Sun tanned skin, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his lightly freckled nose, swim trunks riding low on his hips,tattoos on full display and the hair, you were a sucker for the wind blown beachy waves . He looked like a god walking out of the water. And his smile, you had never seen him smile so much. He was relaxed, and carefree and sometimes tipsy, and it looked good on him.

And just when you thought he couldn't possibly get any sexier, he walked out onto the balcony ,hair tied back into a low messy bun and he was wearing a fitted shortsleeved black linen shirt with the first couple of buttons undone , two silver chains around his neck and cream colored dress pants. You jaw dropped, you had helped him pick it out, but you hadn't seen it on him.

" Holy shit. Eddie you look so goddamn sexy."

" I was about to say the same about you, Princess." He smiled and sweetly kissed your lips." You look stunning."

You had taken your time getting ready tonight , you wanted to look nice for Eddie so you spent extra time on your hair and makeup, selected a form fitting coral colored dress that you knew would enhance your tan, and heels that made your legs look amazing. It gave you butterflies when you saw Eddie's eyes slowly roaming over your body, and a smile slowly spreading across his face.

" If you like this baby, your really going to like what I have on underneath it." You bit your lip and smiled.

He pulled your body close." Your such a fucking tease. Can we skip this fancy dinner and go straight to dessert?" He smirked.

" Patience my pet." You leaned in and nibbled on his ear." I promise it will be worth it. Now the sooner we go down to dinner-"

" The sooner I can go down on you."

" Jesus Eddie," you took his hand and dragged him to the door." Let's go Loverboy."

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Dinner was beautiful. Candle lit with delicious food and sweet fruity wine that after two glasses made you super affectionate and giggly, not to mention extremely horny.

" Your so fucking adorable when your wine drunk Princess." Eddie held you close to his side as he unlocked the door to your room.

You curled into him and kissed his neck. " Will you still think I'm adorable when I have your dick in my mouth?"

He stopped for a second and looked at you." Holy shit , your super frisky tonight Sweetheart."

You giggled and smiled up at him. "Well? Will you?"

He opened the door and you both walked inside, he closed it behind you. " You would look especially adorable looking up at me with those big doe eyes and my dick in your mouth. But Sweetheart I was thinking that maybe I would-"

You cut him off with a kiss, you had been waiting all night to put your lips and hands all over him. It didn't take you long to unbutton his shirt and discard it on the floor. You walked him to the edge of the bed and he sat down ready to pull you down with him but you backed away. You licked your lips and reached behind, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the floor.

" Holy fuck."

You stood before Eddie in a white lace Bustier and lace panties, and you could tell by the look on his face that he loved it.

" Holy Fuck , You look like a fucking Angel in white."

You dropped down to your knees in front of him and started unbuckling his belt and pants." I'm not going to look like an Angel in a minute." You smile devilishly at him and wink." Off with the pants big boy." He was quick to comply , his member springing out of his pants and hitting him in the stomach." I'm going to make you feel so good baby." You lean in an kiss his lips then work your way down his jaw, neck, chest, abs, leaving light , barely there pink prints from your lipstick as you go. You could feel his body shiver with anticipation and it gave you butterflies. Slowly you made your way to his now aching cock, you lick the tip, circling your tongue around it then licked the length, wrapped your hand around him and slowly started pumping .

" Fuuck," he moaned as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue as you bob your head slowly back and forth taking in as much as you possibly can. When you look up and lock eyes with him you can see the pleasure on his face and it's enough to make your panties wet.

" Your so goddamn beautiful, your fucking mouth," he groaned. " Jesus, feels so good darling, but as good as it feels, Mmmm, I don't want to cum yet, fuck, I want to cum inside you."

That was music to your ears, and you pull off him with a loud pop. You needed relief from the throbbing between your legs. Eddie leans down to kiss you the helps you up to your feet, and once standing he slides your lacy panties down and you step out of them.

You push him back on the bed , and straddle him, not wasting any time you slowly lower yourself down on him and moan.

" Eddie, baby, you feel so good." You start moving slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being filled, then it's not enough and you pick up the pace. He thrusted up into you and you gasped.

" You look so fucking gorgeous riding my cock."

You run your fingernails lightly down his chest, and see goosebumps pop up on his skin. You lean down and kiss him and he reaches up and takes your face in his hands.

" You've got to be an Angel Sweetheart , because your pussy,is fucking Heaven."

" Mmmm, Eddie, " you take his hands in yours , kiss his palms then place them on your breast, he traces the lace of your bustier with his thumbs and he gives them a squeeze.You sit up straight and start to bounce on his cock. " You feel so good inside me baby, mmmm, getting s-so close."

" I want to see you fall apart Princess,I want to watch you cum." He slid his hands from your breast ,down your waist and grabbed onto your hips.

You could feel the pleasure building,a wave of ecstasy washing over you as your orgasm hit you hard.

" That's my girl, that's my good fucking girl." He moved your hips with his big hands and thrusted again, and you could tell by his movements and his groans that he had reached his peak and you moved with him to ride it out.

You collapsed on top of him , breathing heavy and he brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

" Your amazing Sweetheart. This whole Vacation has been amazing, Thank you for sharing this with me."

You turn your head to face him and smile down at him. " I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else." You run your fingers through his hair ." I can't believe tomorrow is our last day."

" We will need to make the most of it."

And you did. You went to all the shops and bought souvenirs for all your friends and family ( Eddie picked a mug for Wayne to add to his collection.) and you walked hand in hand on the beach and to your surprise Eddie took you out dancing, and actually danced.

" Eddie! I had no idea you could dance like this!"

" I couldn't, I had Harrington give me a lesson or two but swore him to absolute secrecy, I have a reputation to live up to. I told him I would kick his ass if anyone found out." He smiled.He spun you then dipped you and pulled you up for a kiss." I wanted to surprise you."

That he did. You stayed out for hours dancing, and drinking and laughing and then went back to the resort and made love.

The next morning when you boarded the plane Eddie seemed much more relaxed about the flight. He even became an official member of the Mile High Club. It was the perfect way to end your perfect trip.

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