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rip-quizilla · 9 months

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1405 Peach Tree Lane

Pairing: Older!Neighbor!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You like to watch your older, tatted shirtless neighbor now his lawn. He likes to watch you laying by your parents’ pool in those swimsuits that make his mouth water. Eventually, the inevitable happens when he invites you across the street for a drink.

Word Count: 8.2K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, spitting, light dom/sub, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), oral sex, p in v sex, shower sex, masturbation in a hot tub

(A/N: This is some of the filthiest shit I think I've ever written. You're welcome. Also I was very quick with the proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't.)

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Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.

The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasn’t what people paid attention to.

Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, they’d catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn.

You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parents’ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parents’ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.

You didn’t mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.

As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405’s sweaty, ink-riddled skin.

You didn’t speak to him- what would you even say? “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.”? Or maybe, “Hey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? It’s for science.”

Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring.

He didn’t make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadn’t been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. You’d smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return.

An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time.

“That book any good?”

His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. You’d laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair.

“Oh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!” you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parents’ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadn’t noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five o’clock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already.

The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.

“What’s it about?”

Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. “Oh!” you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. “It’s, uh, it’s a memoir! It’s this cool old lady’s life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.”

The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. “That does sound good.” he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, “What’s your definition of old, like thirty-five?” He chuckled as if he’d just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face.

“That’s not old,” you replied, not taking the joke, “This author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- it’s easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.” You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. “Plus, old people definitely don’t have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling you’re not thirty-five.”

That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest.

“Oh yeah? How old do I look, then?”

You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. “Hmmmmmm…thirty-six?”

Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. “You flatter me, sweetheart.”

God, his voice is like brown sugar.

You tried again. “Forty, then.”

“Older.”

“No way.”

His grin became a smirk. “Are you patronizing me right now?”

You threw up a girl scout salute. “Scout’s honor, I would never.”

He chuckled. “Well, girl scout, I’ll be forty-five next month.”

“I’ll be sure to warn my parents about the rager you’ll be throwing.”

He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parents’- existence. “Nah,” he said, “No ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.”

You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. “At least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldn’t be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.”

“You’d bake a cake for ‘lil old me, sweetheart?” His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.

You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you ‘sweetheart’.

“Sure thing, just tell me what name to write in between ‘happy birthday’ and ‘forever young’.”

A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, “Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.

You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones he’d drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic… he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits.

One day, however, he’d been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset.

“What’s today’s read, girl scout?” Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence.

You looked up, glowing from the sweat that’s gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. “Oh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.”

“From the looks of that cover, I don’t think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.”

You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. “You’re probably right, but who knows? I’m only on the second chapter. I’ll keep you posted though.” you punctuated that last part with a wink.

“Oh please do, princess,” Eddie said with a wolfish grin. “I love a good smutty romance novel.”

You gawked. “No way you read this shit, you’re bluffing.”

Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. “Scout’s honor.” he said, mimicking your swear from the day you’d met.

You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. “You must be the first man I’ve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Easiest way to know what women want- they’re literally writing me an instruction manual. It’d be stupid not to read them.”

You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. “And you enjoy them?”

“It’s porn, sweetheart,” he said, gazing at you incredulously. “Who wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“It’s porn with a plot.”

“I’m a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.”

You barked out a laugh. “And one could also argue that it’s more emotional porn than physical.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have a heart? Because I’ve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-”

Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away.

This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-

Uh oh.

You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadn’t been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didn’t exactly want to let slip that at some point, you’d stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him.

But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that you’d pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair?

You weren’t sure he would.

In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that weren’t too different. After all, you weren’t blind- you’d noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didn’t seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, you’d seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight.

That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you.

And you definitely wanted to fuck him.

So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer.

“I’m already halfway through mine,” you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. “don’t make me day drink alone.”

A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. “I could be tempted,” Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”

You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. “Alright, young padawan,” he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. “It’s time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.” He didn’t enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parents’ property.

You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at arm’s length- flirty banter, but with boundaries.

Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddie’s space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.

“Oh so I’m your student now, Master?” you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls.

“Christ,” he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadn’t heard- but you did. “Well, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.”

You scoffed, “Oh, what- are you trying to say you’re one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPA’s named after bad puns?”

Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. “Oh that’s exactly what I am, princess!” The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddie’s garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench.

You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. “Not poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.” He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. “A friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit you’ll find at a college party.” He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. “You coming inside? It’s hot as hell out here.”

You hadn’t expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you.

You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know what I’m about to drink?’

He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. “First lesson, padawan- trust your master.” He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his.

Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasn’t anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its flavor was so light that you couldn’t even tell you were drinking beer.

“This is beer?”

Eddie chuckled. “Technically it’s a sour, but yes- it’s a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully this’d be up your alley.”

You smiled as you took your second sip. “I do like wine.” you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. “Like this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. “Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to sell it one day, but he’s not going to even think about it until he knows he’s perfected his recipe.”

As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity.

Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. “Brrrrr it’s cold in here!” you said coyly, “I guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.”

Eddie’s chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. “I’ve got a hot tub, you know,” He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. “Downstairs. You’re welcome to it.”

You took another sip. “Only if you join me.”

His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. “Yes ma’am.” he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze.

Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said he’d be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks.

“Aw, no speedo?” you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. “Mental note,” he murmured to himself, “the princess is eager to see my thighs.”

You giggled, “There might be more tattoos there I haven’t seen yet,” you countered, “How am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I don’t know the meaning of each and every one?”

Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. “You know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-” You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. “-I’m starting to feel objectified.”

You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,” you replied, “-and I’m not a ‘kid’.”

His position didn’t change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart.” he whispered, before pushing off the wall. “Hot tub’s already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. I’ll be down in a sec.”

And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him… but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.

Eddie’s basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection… yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn?

Placing yours and Eddie’s drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them.

Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. “How’s the water?”

You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. “Sooooooo nice.” You sighed.

Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.

You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasn’t wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. “I’m starting to think you’re a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. “Hey now,” he said, voice laced with warning. “Careful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.”

You matched his gaze, challenging. “Kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. “Practically a baby.”

You grinned. “That one, I don’t mind.”

Eddie’s smile grew in tandem. “Oh, she likes to be ‘baby’, but not ‘kiddo’, huh?”

You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. “That’s right, grandpa.”

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddie’s cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath.

“You are a child!” you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadn’t noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.

“So not a grandpa, then?” Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb.

You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. “No, that would be too kind. You’ve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-”

Using Eddie’s grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him.

You watched triumphantly as Eddie’s eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence.

“-I know how boys like you think.”

The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddie’s eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeeze…

You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. “See?” You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. “Right on schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. “Got me all figured out, do you princess?”

You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. “I think I’m starting to.”

You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waist…finally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadn’t been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.

“Mmmmm…” He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. “...you know, I’m starting to figure you out too.” His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldn’t grind. “You’re used to getting away with shit you know you shouldn’t do, isn’t that right, baby?” You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.

“You really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,” Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. “-and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. “I mean…” you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. “...I was kinda hoping for consequences.” you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A second passed before Eddie’s hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I can get rough sometimes, baby.” he said, voice low and husky. “Tell me it’s too much at any point and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek.

“Fucking Christ, you’re cute.” he mumbled. “Cute little baby, all alone in her parents’ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?”

Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips.

Eddie wasn’t satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. “Use your words, baby, say ‘yes, daddy, I was a slut.’”

You gasped, surprised. You’d never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and you’d certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs.

“Y-yes… daddy…” You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. “...I was a slut.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. “Good girl, baby.” he praised, “I’m gonna kiss you, is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

That earned you a chuckle. “So polite, baby girl, good job.”

Eddie’s lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldn’t reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks.

As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, “What’s the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?”

You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. “I need something on my clit, Eddie.”

“Something? You’ll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?”

You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. “Yes, please touch me, Eddie.”

He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, “Please touch me, daddy.”

He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. “Good girl,” he praised, “but I’m not sure you’ve earned that.”

Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. “But-” you began to stutter, but Eddie wasn’t finished.

He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat.

“Princess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.”

Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- there’s no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had.

“Press your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Don’t use your hands. Don’t rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and I’m going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?”

You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today.

You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. “You’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?”

Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. “Yeah, I am.” he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. “Now make yourself cum, I want you tight.”

He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.

“That’s it, baby girl,” you heard Eddie’s rough voice behind you, and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it.

You could play, too.

You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way you’d seen him react to earlier. “Am I doing it right for you, daddy?” You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.

Eddie raised a brow, amused. “I don’t think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.” he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.”

You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didn’t even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly as your movements grew faster and more desperate.

Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldn’t see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- he’d outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!”

You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory.

“Good girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.”

You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. “Aw, I’m sorry baby, was that too much?”

You shook your head, still eager for him- he’d barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. “No, I can take more.”

His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. “How much can you take, sweetheart?”

You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.”

A low groan sounded from deep in Eddie’s chest. “You might regret saying that one, babe.”

You couldn’t resist matching his warning with a challenge. “Bring it on.” you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop.

“Get out, dry off.” he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels he’d placed beside the hot tub. “You look like you could use a shower.”

You stayed put, confused. “You… but…”

He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the water’s surface. “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot you don’t like following instructions unless you know you’re getting something out of it.” You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. “What I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. I’m going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?”

Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. “Okay.” you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, “Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask.

“Ever heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

You searched your brain but came up empty. “No, I don’t think I have.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, like you’d just participated in a joke you weren’t in on. “Most people haven’t. But I bet you’ve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?” He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly.

“Oh yeah! I love that song!”

Eddie grinned. “‘Preciate it, babe.”

Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. “Wait, you wrote that song?”

He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “It was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasn’t what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.” He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. “But one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. I’m a music producer now.”

So that’s how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist.

“You wanna see something even cooler?”

Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up.

Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school.

You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees until…

You snorted.

“Why do you still have your swim trunks on?”

Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadn’t even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadn’t even taken a second to undress himself.

He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. “I, uh… I don’t know. I was-” he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. “-preoccupied, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. “Well let me fix that, then.” you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor.

God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day.

You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name.

Which he did.

The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled “Goddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-” from his lips.

When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead.

“Are you on birth control, sweet girl?” he asked.

You nodded, “I have an IUD.”

He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can grab a condom, they’re right over there in the cabinet under my sink.” he continued, nodding vaguely in the sink’s direction. “But baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussy’s gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and you’re allowed to say no, but-”

“Fuck me raw Eddie.” You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. “I fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When I’m lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I can’t focus on it! I can’t because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-”

He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didn’t spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.

“Dirty girl,” Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. “Dirty books, dirty mind-”

He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. “Swallow.” he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. “Dirty mouth, too.”

He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldn’t even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom.

“God, this pussy is so fucking tight,” Eddie groaned, “good girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?”

You moaned, “Need something on my clit, daddy.”

Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. “Good girl, always tell me what you need, okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. “Okay, daddy.” You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.

Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. “Oh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?”

“Yes!” you practically yelled it.

“Yes what?” He taunted.

“Yes daddy!” you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you weren’t sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air.

Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum soon, daddy.” you whined.

Eddie’s dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. “That’s probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussy’s gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?”

You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. “Yes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!”

“You want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick you’re cumming on-”

“Daddy!” you cried, “Daddy’s dick, I’m cumming on daddy’s dick!”

“Fuuuck, yes, cum on daddy’s dick you little slut-”

Eddie’s filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since he’d cum into anything that wasn’t his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where he’d put it in the first place.

He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. “Hi.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“Hi.” you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied.

Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. “I’m sorry if that was a little… much,” he winced. “I may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-”

“Eddie,” you interrupted softly. “I loved it.”

He grinned, grateful and relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. “Yeah.”

***

The rest of the summer days in your parents’ neighborhood went like this:

Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.

Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day.

Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadn’t changed.

Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddie’s. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each other’s brains out.

The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didn’t throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you.

You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, you’d been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasn’t until that night that you truly felt like you knew him.

You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out “Happy birthday, Eddie, forever young”.

He wasn’t this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was.

You felt so incredibly lucky that you were a part of that.

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Where we belong | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: When Sebastian Sallow claims something...or rather someone as his, he'll take great care of it. Luckily he claimed you...

Warnings: smut (with a tiny bit of plot), aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, dirty talk, teasing, mention of bj, choking, marking, "Good girl", fingering, edging, overstimulation, bondage, p in v, rough sex, creampie, minors dni

Hi there! ❤️️

This fic is part of Sallow Sunday with the theme ⛓kinky⛓ ! (credits to @rypnami)

But first of all, just a few of you might recognize this from somewhere else, as I've been the "seb finger anon" on @anto-pops amazing blog, who I decided to send a few anon asks to, inspired by her most liked kinks. It's been so much fun to see your reaction, Antoinette! Love ya! If you wanna check out the anon asks, click here -> X

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

It must’ve started somewhere with Sebastian asking you what you were thinking and you telling him about how deliciously good his knuckles feel like, whenever they pull out and push back in.

And it continued with the thought of how beautiful his fingers would look like with a coat of arousal on them.

Now, Sebastian’s deep brown eyes were staring at you.

You were looking back, already panting from coming so hard - the second time…right after your first one, cause he just didn't stop fingering you.

And then he opened his mouth, licking his fingers real slow and keeping eye contact with you.

"Mhh...you taste so fucking good, love", he mused quietly with a smirk, seeing how this simple gesture just made more arousal drip out of you.

He drags his long, thick fingers across the wet folds, basking in the way your legs twitch from the overstimulation.

Now with coated fingers again, he moves atop of you, letting his index and middle finger trail over your lips.

"Open, love. Taste yourself. You need to know how good this pussy is for me."

You gasped at his words, but faltered immediately, your tongue darted out to lick your own slick off his fingers.

It's salty, yet sweet. And arousing all the same.

Sebastian couldn't hold back his groan, feeling and watching your tongue swirl around his two fingers. You looked so pretty like this.

It reminded him of how, just a few moments ago, the exact same tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. Oh, it twitched eagerly between his legs at the image in his head.

He wanted you all to himself.

He wanted to show you every single way that would seek out this delicious pleasure.

He wanted you screaming his name, so the whole world would know, who you belong to.

You were his and only his.

"Good girl," he praised in a low voice, a dark and wicked grin forming on his lips at the plan forming in his head.

You were in for a wild ride.

His long and wet fingers pushed your lower lip down, making it bounce back up, when his fingers trailed further - down your chin and slowly to your neck.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, love. You have no idea," Sebastian whispered hungrily, his lips ghosting yours.

He closed the gap, his lips molding right into yours, as if they were made for each other. It didn't take long for his tongue to tangle yours into a dance of dominance, but at last all you could do was submit to him, letting him guide you to paradise.

Especially as his large hand gently grabbed your throat...but he added no pressure to your disappointment.

The Slytherin only smirked against your lips, knowing exactly how he played with you. He brushed his fingers across your neck, lips parting again and eyes travelling down.

"Hm, I do have an idea how to make you even prettier."

Before you could react, air rushed out of your lungs from the way he started sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, skin darkening into a beautiful shade of purple.

"Sebastian," you breathed weakly, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.

"Keep moaning my name, while I claim you as mine, love."

You whined, when Sebastian moved less than an inch lower to place a second hickey on your neck, right next to the other one, cause it made him move away from where you needed him most.

He simply chuckled, when he felt you wiggle closer to him again and heard you whimper when his tip teasingly slid through your arousal.

"So needy," the brunette whispered, his locks tickling your skin as he went to place yet another hot kiss to your throat.

"Come on, moan my name."

Holding his weight up with one arm on the mattress, his free hand slithered up to cup your breast, kneading it, before flicking his thumb over the perked nub, teasing that sweet moan of his name out of you.

"Sebastian~"

You arched into him, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire - especially from the way his lips trailed lower, adding one hickey after the other.

It almost felt like his movements were calculated and intentionally slowly forming a symbol on your neck.

"What are you doing?" You choked, your mind getting dizzy from the attention the Slytherin gave you.

"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."

You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.

You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.

You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.

But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.

"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."

At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.

"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."

Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.

You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.

"Incarcerous."

Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.

You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the smuggest grin on his lips.

His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.

Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.

"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...

"And you're all that I desire."

...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.

"You look so beautiful like this," Sebastian whispered hungrily against your skin, his full-blown pupils looking up at you through his long lashes.

Your hands gripped the velvet ropes tightly, needing to touch him so badly right now. Needing to feel his soft hair between your fingers. Needing to scratch his back until the red streaks would threaten to start bleeding.

Or he threatened you with his hand on your throat again, to not scratch him like that.

Sebastian complained at least a week for not being able to sleep on his back from your marks, though you know he prefers to sleep on his stomach anyways.

You were pulled right out of your thoughts, when his teeth sunk into your skin once more and you gasped.

"Still with me?"

Sebastian chuckled darkly, the glint in his eyes more dangerous than you've ever seen before. He was at his height of possessiveness.

He needed you here in this moment every second of the way.

This was...special after all.

"Yes...yes fuck. I just," you started breathlessly, his tongue gently licking over the seventh or eighth hickey. You lost count.

"Hm?" He simply hummed with a smirk.

"I want to touch you, please. I need to feel more of you. Please, Sebastian."

Oh, you begged so beautifully. It must've been his favorite sound.

Hm, no, there was one that exceeded this, yes, and soon he would hear it again.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought and his dick twitched once more, precum dripping onto your thigh, which you kept on wiggling, but only slightly, so he let it pass.

The groan rumbled deep in his chest and his face told you how much he was struggling to keep your hands from him. To keep your inviting heat from him.

You let a small victorious grin slip on your lips, but quickly hid it again, hoping he didn't see it.

But of course, the Slytherin caught it.

"You little minx. You think you can break me so easily? You think I fall for your tricks?"

Oh, his hand slithered back up to your throat and this time you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and shakily breathing, when his long fingers wrapped around and started to squeeze slowly.

And when his knee moved upwards to meet your slick folds, you cried out.

"Sebastian!"

"Mh...bad girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

Before you could reply anything, his knee started moving and you stared up at the man above you, who simply smiled down with pure smugness.

With your head falling deeper into the pillow below, his knee worked you up, making you climb higher and higher to this place of pure ecstasy.

It was pure torture.

How good his hand felt wrapped around like a tight necklace and his knee rubbing your clit, your hole clenching around nothing. And your hands still aimlessly wiggling in their restrictions, needing something more to hold onto, instead of the fabric.

"Are you close, love?"

Sebastian's voice was low and his breath against your ear tickled you enough to send goosebumps down your whole body.

"Y-yes," you moaned, gasping for air, starting to see stars from all the sensations. "'m s...close..."

"Are you gonna cum?"

The knot deep in your abdomen started tightening so hard, it almost hurt.

"Yessss~"

"Good," Sebastian simply whispered.

You were right on the precipice of coming completely undone.

You tasted it right on the tip of your tongue.

You shut your eyes tightly and...just...a little bit...more...and...

...he removed his knee.

You mewled, feeling the promise of an orgasm slip right through your fingers, leaving you breathless and so fucking desperate.

He cooed you, caressing your cheek gently, as if he wasn't the one causing this.

"Hush, hush, love. As I said...bad girls like you deserve to be punished. So...will you be a good girl and follow my orders?"

In this very moment you knew you hated him. You hated him more than anything else.

But God, if you'd die this exact moment, you'd die a lucky woman.

"Yes."

"Good girl," Sebastian praised you, brushing the hair sticking to your forehead back and giving you a sweet and gentle kiss, before continuing his work on your chest.

And you kept your promise, staying as still as possible for him to create his little masterpiece right on your neckline, which was hard to do with his fingers travelling all over your body and his mouth sucking your skin just right.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you whined under him, barely able to keep your promise when he sucked another hickey on you.

"Fuck, every little sound you make goes straight down to my cock. You make me so fucking hard."

Oh, and he made you feel just how hard it made him, rubbing his cock so perfectly against your clit, only making you whine more desperately for him.

"Lucky for you, I am finally done with my work here," he grinned, trailing the purple skin with his finger once more, as if to seal it with this gesture.

You need a moment to register what his words meant, but when it hit you, it hit you like a train.

"You've been such a good girl and good girls get what they want. So, tell me...what do you want, my dear?"

"Oh please, I need you."

Yes, you sounded so desperate, and it was music to Sebastian's ears.

"I need to touch you a-and I need you to fuck me. Just please...I need you!"

"Fuck," the brunette growled above you, his face contorting and you looked down, seeing a hand wrapped around his dick, which was pulsating and dangerously red-tipped, pushing down on it to hold himself back.

"When you sound like this, I'm not going to last even before getting inside you, love."

You smiled brightly at him, almost beaming, knowing just how much on an effect you were having on him as well. He was throbbing with anticipation and desire and so were you, seeing him grab his wand once more and finally releasing you from your confines.

Your arms immediately wrapped around Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him real close, kissing him feverishly. He had barely time to place his hands next to you, so he wouldn't crash right into you.

But you didn't care.

You just kissed him with so much passion, your fingers finally able to tangle in his brown curls and the others digging into his freckled skin.

He simply moaned into your kiss, tongue delving into you, while his tip once again brushed against your clit.

That tore you away from his lips for a moment and Sebastian just smiled, propped up on his elbows, fingers brushing soothingly through your hair.

"Are you ready?"

The love and tenderness in his words, his smile and his oh so beautiful eyes...you just knew that not only you belonged to him, but his heart and soul - his entire being - it belonged to you and only you.

He was entirely yours and no one could ever change that.

"Yes," you smiled back, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he started to push inside you.

Even with all this preparation and the amount of arousal pooling between both of your legs, the sensation of him pushing into you still left you absolutely breathless.

Your moans when he bottomed out, mixed together into a wonderful harmony of passion.

Sebastian started to move slow, your eyes fixated on one another as both of you let yourselves fall into the pleasure you gave each other. His hips increased their speed, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin starting to fill the room.

At some point the bed started creaking, earning a small chuckle from both of you in between moans and gasps.

Sebastian angled himself up above you, your hands flat on his pecs, feeling the rapid heartbeat inside his chest. His hips kept on snapping in an increasing speed against you, the tip hitting even deeper inside you, brushing against that spot, which made you mewl once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the brunette muttered in between thrust, seemingly lost in the moment, his eyes shut tightly and his control slipping.

You knew he was close, and he tried his best to get that one last orgasm out of you, before he would let himself come undone.

"Sebastian," you managed to say, pulling his attention back to you.

His big brown eyes were wide and dark, desperate for you.

"I love you."

And there was this warm and loving expression again. Now his eyes almost looked amber in the dim light of your room.

With a hand on his neck, you pulled him back down to you, holding him close, while his hips didn't stop thrusting, now hitting even deeper and pounding against your sweet spot every time.

Your whole body trembled from this new position and there it was in reach again...your impeding climax.

Big arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you, steading you, keeping you completely safe.

"I love you, too."

His whispered words and a very powerful and precise thrust were all that it took for you to topple over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Your walls convulsed around Sebastian, tightening in an almost death grip and all you could manage to say was, "Inside. Cum inside."

And so, he did after just two thrusts, cumming in spurts of hot white strings that coated your insides, filling you up completely.

Your trembling limbs stayed like this for a moment, Sebastian's hips only moving subtly, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible, before he got too sensitive and stopped moving all together, knowing how much you needed him to stay inside after such a strong orgasm.

To be honest...even if the slightest movement right now hurt him, Sebastian didn't want to break this bond you two had in this exact moment.

This was all he ever wished for.

All he ever needed.

Yes, if he only had you in his arms just like this for the rest of his life, he would die a lucky man.

After some time, your breathing came back to normal, your eyes weren't as hazy anymore and reality crept its way back into your minds.

Still holding him close and staying connected, you two turned around, so Sebastian was on his back and your body on top of his.

It fit right into his, as if you two were made for each other.

Oh, you were sure of it.

You two belong to each other...forever.

With this thought in mind, a tired smile on your lips and his fingers drawing soft circles on the small of your back, you were lulled into a deep slumber, feeling absolutely safe and sound.

The next morning, after a desperately needed shower...only together of course, you stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed, while Sebastian dried his hair with a towel, another one hanging around his hips, as he walked over to you.

You pouted slightly, looking at yourself in the mirror, your fingertips trailing over the purple S on your neckline, the jewelry on one of your finger shimmering in the morning sun.

"Wasn't the ring enough?"

"Of course not, love," Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle, placing his head in the crook of your neck, smiling as he inspected his work in the mirror.

"When I said, I wanted you to wear my name, I meant it metaphorically and literally."

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wayfayrr · 2 months

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I offer the idea of soft times with sage

Braiding hair, just cuddling with each other and overall spending time with one another.

- 🍄

(It’s been a bit lmao, college kicked me in the shins)

sorry it's been a while since you sent this, I relate with uni being a bitch though :')

I'm gonna use this ask though to put it out that I'm no longer going to be writing for Sage, however I won't stop writing totk link altogether - instead I've been creating a link that's more inline for how I see his character and for how I'm comfortable to write <3 I've been calling him Tears so far and I have to thank a lot of my mutuals for chipping in ideas with a special mention to @glowyskull for coming up with some of the best headcanons I think I've ever heard (the last three are courtesy of them) <333 @h4wari, @mushroomwoods, @sketchyspook here's the boy you were waiting for!!! (thank you all for your help too <333)

and without any more hesitation here he is!!

✦ he got the nickname tears for a reason, anything and everything will set this boy off. he's a true crybaby and will certainly use it to try and win your attention from the others. It's not always cause he's sad though, sometimes things can just get overwhelming

✦ his memory can be a bit spotty, unlike wild he rushed through his previous quest, not that he's all that fussed about missing those memories - making new positive ones are more important to him

✦ like his counterpart, he's got a couple of different nicknames, tears is the most prominent however architect does tend to show itself fairly often. messing around to see what different kinds of contraptions he can make is one of his favourite pastimes, one he'll happily share if given the chance.

✦ wild and him have been assumed many times to be identical twins, seeing as his stint in the shrine of ressurection put a halt to most of his aging processes. not that he doesn't bring up his actual age every now and then for a little shock factor

✦ thankfully they're easy to tell apart, seeing as tears discovered how to dye his hair and paint his nails quickly into his second quest, leading to his hair forever being stained with a multitude of different colours while his nails change colour nearly every other day

✦ his cheeky side is still very much there though, ready to make the dumbest puns you've ever heard and to not stop till you're laughing no matter how hard you cringe at them when he starts.

✦ one of the most affectionate links, willing to do basically anything you ask him to and even things you didn't. give him the smallest hint you like a certain food? what do you mean it's a little suspicious he suddenly has all of its ingredients for it - he simply wanted to try it himself, can you tell him if it tastes right?

✦ He hates to see anyone crying, especially his significant other, nine times out of ten it’ll end up with him crying at your side but he’s always there at your side to cheer you up. If you can’t bring yourself to speak about whatever is upsetting you though? Luckily for him a simple kiss of your tears is enough to show him the memory that hurt you. Thankfully it also goes for the happier ones.

✦ Your smile and praise is something he simply lives for, headpats being his favourite way to receive it, leave him alone with belongings for too long though and when you come back he’s standing next to them with a blinding smile having fused a lot of them to each other or to something he thinks would be useful for you to have. Granted the journal flame thrower combination might not have been his brightest moment.

✦ the same desire can come out in other ways though, such as giving you different nicknames with his personal favourite calling you his sundelion. Sometimes he really shows how much he likes that nickname by making you flowercrowns as surprises. Granted every now and then he takes it a little too far, telling you you’re all he needs to heal from the gloom instead of taking any real treatment.

Tending the fire is probably one of the easiest and most calming tasks I could’ve been given today, it’s nice to have something to zone out with after a whole day on the road. Not that I can complain about it though, we didn’t run into any monsters or other threats and travelling was calm. Who’s trying to get my attention by tapping me on the back though?

“[name]? Mind if I come sit with you for a bit, I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright.”

“Yeah of course Tears, If we’re going to be traveling together for a while it makes a lot of sense too.”

This man is a sweetheart I can tell, just from saying yes to him he’s already got the most coy smile on his face; it’s like his face is practically glowing from it when he sits. Shuffling closer to my side almost like he’s asking if it’s alright for him be be this close, with the way the firelight is illuminating him is making me question if the warmth on my face is really from the fire or not now. Just distract yourself with something before you get any redder.

“Oh? You’ve got something in your hair, one second-”

The moment I plucked the stick out of his hair he froze up, his cheeks flushing before relaxing.

“Are - are you good? Sorry I should’ve asked first.”

“No, no, no it’s alright I just… didn’t expect it?”

“Yeah I know, next time I’l-”

“Actually would you um mind playing with my hair? I ah never really get the chance to relax like this.”

Well isn’t that simply adorable, I would be heartless to say no to such a request. Besides, I know wild has some of the softest hair possible so the chance to play with it? No way am I going to miss that if all that visible dye hasn’t fried it to bits.

“If that’s what you want then I won’t say no.”

“Really?”Is he - no he can’t be, or maybe… is he so starved of affection that he’d tear up over something this small, the more I think about it, it does make sense. Playing with his hair is so relaxing I almost missed the fact that he was starting to tear up more, all I can hope for is that they’re not from him being upset.

#Hi shroom!!!!#It's good to see you <333 #thought I'd take the chance to do this here sfgvfdsbg #moss✦writes #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #totk x reader #totk link x reader #Tears #should I be confident and make him his own lu tag?#heck why not fgvfdgvb #Lu Tears

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driftsart · 4 months

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tell us more abt ur shockwave!!!!! pretty please. I saw the previous tags on the eepy post and u said he's the nicest ever. now im even more inclined to give him hugs

Sure! ⬇️⬇️

Here's some pre-war Shockwave lore:

Shockwave was originally a senator (I'm still figuring out in what city), but his mind was rarely focused on his job. His dream was to be a scientist, not a senator (since jobs were chosen for Cybertronians). He would often skip work just to work on his experiments that only Soundwave and later on, Orion Pax knew about. His works and experiments all had the same goal, making Cybertron a better/equal place to live in. And since he worked with/close to Cybertron's government, he knew about most conflicts/issues on Cybertron.

Early years of war Shockwave lore:

During the begining of the war, Shockwave's experiments were exposed to the public after autobots finding out he was allies with the newly formed group which were nameless at the time (the deceptions). With his experiments out in the open, many autobots were angered and thought of them as dark science since Shockwave kept them hidden. Ever since, he was considered a mad scientist that had to be captured. He was hunted down by bounty hunter Lockdown, which at the time, was an autobot. He was found in a burning down factory carrying a newly forged cybertronian who was abandoned. Because of this, the autobots accused him of stealing sparklings just to experiment on them. He was then given the punishment of empurata, with extra weapons and parts just so that he would have to "carry the weight of his crimes".

After Empurata lore:

After the punishment, Shockwave, with his newly formed emotionless mind, k!lled the group of bots who performed the punishment on him. He later on escaped and hid in the wastelands where he worked tirelessly day and night trying to find any way of restoring his memories and emotions. He wasn't seen for years after that.

So y'all might be wondering, how did he join the 'cons?

The deceptions at this time we're trying to build ships to escape cybertron and hopefully find a better place to regroup and start their own Cybertron. Luckily, Megatron stumbled across the place Shockwave was hiding in. At first, he didn't recognize Shockwave due to the massive change in appearence because of the empurata. Shockwave had just invented a cure for his memory loss and it was just kicking in so he still didn't remember much so he attacked Megatron. During the battle, the cure finally kicked in and his memories came back to him. After some apologies and etc. Megatron asked him to join his team as the scientist. Shockwave agreed.

Shockwave now:

Shockwave usually spends his time in his lab inside the Nemesis. He's a really nice guy since he has his memories/emotions back. He's found ways of making the empurata punishment more bearable for him, as well as finding out how he can remove parts and rebuild his body. But with the lack of materials, he can't do much. Lockdown's a decepticon now, and he's apologized for what he did in the past. Shockwave isn't entirely sure wether to trust him or not though, so he keeps his distance.

He is a big hugger though, careful he doesn't break you. :)

Some additional info:

-He's around 70-75 in robot years. (I've been adjusting their ages)

-His alt most is kinda like the TFP one

-Blitzwing hates him (since he's had some trauma w/ scientists before)

-Pronouns: he/him

-The little sparkling he rescued was Thrust, and after joining the decepticons, he decided to take care of her (yeah Thrust's a she :]) so that someday he can prove to the autobots that he only meant good intentions that day.

That's kinda what I'm brainstorming so far lmao 💀

(I'm also thinking of maybe during the Empurata, Soundwave and Megatron try to save him but he attacks them too before he runs off idk lmao)

#transformers #digitalart #au #art #photoshop #character design #ask #ask post #decepticons #lore #Shockwave

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leonsbbg · 1 year

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leon kennedy x reader

you're left abandoned by your "friends" at a bar when you also notice a strange man has been following you. luckily, you find solace in a group of men willing to help you. a certain blonde boy catches your eye

notes and warnings: use of yn, cw for "slut" being used in a degrading way, luis and chris' characters are no where near accurate they're more of filler characters. (this is my first time writing with leon so even if it's not too accurate i hope it's okay🙏🏼) (also i barely proofread this)

you were thoroughly panicking.

you just left a bar where your friends were supposed to meet you, but they never showed. it honestly wouldn't surprise you if they did it on purpose, considering your history with them.

you really needed better friends.

which brings you back to right now, where friends would be really amazing. or maybe a phone that wasn't dead.

'damn i need to get my shit together.'

you had seen the same guy for three blocks now. every time you would nonchalantly glance behind you, that same man in a red hoodie would be a behind you. he was pretty far away, but he was always there. you didn't want to assume he wanted to kidnap and assault you, but in today's world no one would blame you for being a little paranoid. you had no idea what to do until you saw a group of guys hanging around a street lamp in front of a shop. it was late so the shop wasn't open, but they didn't seem to care. they looked to be taking pictures and laughing.

'they seem nice enough.'

you immediately increase your pace until you're right beside one of them; a tall, black-haired man, sporting an earring and a very fashionable outfit. there were three guys in total and they all seemed to be around your age, (and very attractive.)

they immediately looked at you in confusion.

they didn't seem too weirded out though, so you took that as your chance.

"i'm so so sorry to interrupt, but i think there's a guy following me and i've been walking for a little bit because my friends were supposed to meet me but they stood me up and my phone died and i was wondering if i could stand with you because i don't know what-"

"woah woah, slow down," one of the other guys, who had (beautiful) long blonde hair and baby blue eyes, put his hands up, "you think someone's following you?" his eyebrows knit in concern and you feel your heart flutter.

"yeah, i think. he's wearing a red hoodie and black pants. i don't really know that he's following me per say, but he's been walking behind me for a while and i get kind of paranoid about this stuff." you frown because you suddenly realize you might be blowing this out of proportion.

"no, i understand. it's better to be cautious." the same boy replies with a smile that almost knocks you off your feet. you give him a shy smile in return.

"you can stay with us for a little bit if you want. at least until you feel safe enough to leave." the third boy tells you and you could've kissed him with how grateful you felt.

"thank you so much, i know this is weird, but i really appreciate it." you say honestly.

"don't thank us, you're just scared for your safety so we'd be happy to help you." the blonde boy that caught your eye says this and your heart melts.

what do they say about love at first sight?

"so i guess we should introduce ourselves," the black haired boy next to you speaks up, "my name is chris, and this is luis," he gestures to the brown haired boy in front of you who gives you a smile and wave, "and this is leon." the very nice-looking blonde boy gives a smile.

"i'm yn, it's really nice to meet you guys." you give your own smile and hope it conveys how grateful you are.

"yn," leon says almost absent-mindedly, "that's a nice name, i like it." he meets your eyes and you have to look away to try (fail) to hide your blush at the unexpected compliment.

"wait-" luis starts, "didn't you say the guy had a red hoodie and black pants?" he asks you.

"yeah, do you see him?" you don't look back, partly because you're a little scared.

"yeah, he's just standing against that wall. he’s not moving, but he keeps looking over here." luis frowns.

"oh my god-" you start to tear up. you don't mean to seem like a cry baby, but you've never been in a situation like this before and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking about all of the news stories you’d heard about women getting kidnapped and found dead, or worse.

you almost feel yourself spiral into a panic attack until you feel a pair of hands grab your arms.

"yn? hey, it's alright. we won't let anything happen to you, okay?" leon trains his ocean eyes on you and you can tell in that moment you couldn't be safer.

leon lets go of you and you take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"okay, yeah— yeah, i'm sorry, it's just been a long night." you rub a hand over your forehead.

you all stand and talk for a little bit before chris notices and points out that the unknown man is starting to move towards the four of you.

"he's what? oh shit shit shit—" before you can completely go crazy, leon comes to the rescue, again.

"hey, remember what i said? we won't let anything happen to you, and i mean that. just stay back okay? let us handle him." leon moves you behind him to use his body as a shield.

you see the man stop in front of the three guys and you can tell they're all sizing him up.

"is there a problem?" leon is the one who speaks up first, his arms crossed and by his posture you can tell he's tense.

you try not to pay attention to the way his shoulder muscles strain against his jacket.

"no problem. just trying to get to that little lady right there." his words slur and he makes eye contact with you to give you a crooked smile that makes your stomach twist.

"that's too bad actually, because she doesn't want anything to do with you. so i think it's time you left and stopped bothering her." chris speaks this time, a warning in his tone.

"come on man, i just want to have some fun. she obviously wants it, look at what she's wearing. slut." you flinch at the harsh word and cave in on yourself.

leon is seething and steps towards the man aggressively, but is held back by luis.

"just get the fuck away dude, she doesn't know you and you're being a creep. leave before we call the cops." luis says in a calm, but serious tone.

the man stays silent for a second as if asking himself if it's worth the trouble. evidently it's not, because he starts to walk away.

"whatever. she's ugly anyways." he flips his middle finger up as he walks down a nearby alley way, out of sight.

"what a fucking asshole." leon says angrily, arms still crossed and posture tense.

"yeah he was a jerk, but at least he left." chris says in relief.

you don't say anything as you process what happened.

he called you a slut and then proceeded to call you ugly in the very next sentence. what was wrong with people?

you start to feel self-conscious, so you put your arms around your middle and back away from the guys a little, wanting to hide and cry forever.

leon turns around and his anger seems to melt away and is instead replaced with a look of concern.

"yn, are you okay? don't listen to anything that dick said, he was stupid." he looks you in the eyes and you can feel gentleness and care radiating off of him.

you don't say anything, opting to look sideways at the ground.

"are you cold? do you want my jacket?" leon starts to shrug off his jacket and before you can even protest, he places it around your shoulders. it dwarfs you, but you’re grateful for his kind gesture.

"thank you. i'm sorry i got you guys into that, but i'm really glad you helped me, im really lucky." you say sincerely, hoping they can hear it in your voice.

they all smile at you and you realize it's probably time for you to go home. for some reason this thought makes you sad.

"um—" you start quietly, "could someone call me an uber? my phone's dead and i don't really feel up for walking."

"actually, is it okay if i give you a ride instead? after what happened, i'd feel better if i drove you myself." leon says while scratching his head, not making eye contact.

he looks, nervous?

"oh, yeah, i'd appreciate that, thank you." you give him a smile and he gives you one back.

after parting with the other two guys and giving them plenty thanks for helping you, you follow leon to his car which happened to be parked right across the street.

"wow, this is your car?" you ask in disbelief. “it's so—"

"awesome?" leon interjects playfully.

"expensive." you finish.

leon lets out an airy laugh and you swear you've never heard a sweeter sound.

he opens the passenger side for you, before getting into the driver's seat.

the ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio playing softly throughout the car.

"here we are." leon puts the car in park but neither of you move.

"thank you again for tonight. i don't know what would've happened if you and your friends weren't there." you say playing with your hands, a nervous tic.

"again, don't thank me. i'm just glad we were able to help you." you look at him and see him already staring at you with a smile on his face.

you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. the way his hair is almost falling in his eyes makes you want to brush it away.

you blush and look away.

"well i guess i should leave now." you sit still.

"yeah i guess you should." he sits still.

it takes you all of 30 seconds to finally get out of the car, giving leon a goodbye and another ‘thank you’, receiving another ‘don't thank me’ in return.

you're walking away from his car to your apartment complex when you hear leon shout your name.

you turn around to see leon getting out of his car and jogging towards you.

oh shit, his jacket.

you start to take it off and utter apologizes before he stops you.

"no no, that's not what i came for." he holds out a piece of paper with what you're assuming is his phone number.

you take it in shock and look up to see him smiling down at you.

"have a good night yn." leon turns around and walks back to his car.

just before he gets in, he turns back to you.

"and keep the jacket, it looks cuter on you anyway." he leaves.

and you're stuck to the sidewalk wondering what the hell just happened.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil

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haechvn · 1 year

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I'm Not Sure

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Just sad really. Angst. Self-Discovery. Self Doubt

Summary/Request: Our baby Shuri has been through a lot and she needs an outlet.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Author’s Note: I know i've been releasing a lot of smut filled fic but I really wanted to capture Shuri is her truest form ( in my head at least)

Taglist : @melodykisses, @blackhottie25, @tonakings, @coalmistyy, @szalipcombo, @prettyluhlaiiii, @yelenabelovasgf, @callmeoncette, @clqrosmgc, @beautybyfire, @homelessmicechild, @shurisbitch

Translations: Sthandwa = My love

Shuri’s head rests on your lap, hands caressing the sides of your hips as soft African lofi plays in the background while you two are resting in her bedroom. One of your hands travels through the maze of her curls, aiding in a soothing feeling to the woman whose mind did not allow her to rest. You are currently occupied with a book that T’Challa had left for you and Shuri to read that he had written for you. A token of love he felt for the two of you as individuals and as a pair he knew would stand the test of time. Sweet but also five hundred pages long. His heart was truly in it.

Today was one of those quiet days for Shuri. She barely responded to her colleagues at her laboratory, her mind constantly wandered to a thousand different realms during council meetings and she couldn’t seem to find her footing anymore when it came to building and trying to help her country.

Ever since she had lost her last family member, everyday Princess Shuri would always ask herself the same question and always come to no definite conclusion: who am I? For the longest time, her identity rested in her achievements or titles bestowed upon her by others. She wasn’t necessarily questioning her abilities to get tasks or assignments done; she still excelled as a scientist and during her training with the Dora but that’s just it. Is that all she is? A scientist and the Black Panther? These questions made her feel as though she was experiencing an existential crisis at the mere age of 21 but in all honesty, it has been making her so anxious and uneasy.

Turning to Bast felt like a waste of time to her since she was abandoned by her family in the ancestral plane and the last words she heard from her mother “show them who you are” didn’t resonate with her at any degree because who is she truly? Clearly her mother saw something in her that she still cannot and the fact that she doesn’t have any family to help her navigate this journey of self discovery at times pushed her over the edge.

How is she meant to find purpose and reasoning in this world that doesn’t seem to stop taking from her? She’s sure that pretty soon all that will be left of her is her name. The advancements that she has contributed to the world of science have only made it easier for her to ignore the deep rooted feeling of confusion that she felt within the depths of her soul.

Sighing out in frustration, Shuri quickly raised her head away from you, sending the book in your hand flying and giving herself an excruciating headache. Grumbling under her breath, she couldn’t help but feel pathetic. Even when she’s alone with her love, her mind still plays games on her and she seems to fall for it every single time. Luckily she has been more open and honest with you about how she has been coping with her state of being but it has been getting harder and harder everyday to put on a smile and march forward.

Climbing off the bed, she went to retrieve your novel for you, looking enticing might I add, with a simple white tank top and pair of black spanx that showed off her incredible physique that she has been training so hard to achieve. Delicately grabbing the book off the floor, Shuri felt her blood run cold as she skimmed the cover, eyes darting back and forth thinking this was yet again another trick being played on her. To My Loves by T’Challa Udaku it read. That is the name he had for the two of you, even far before Shuri had mustered up the courage to ask you to be hers. Tears filled her eyes and they eventually littered the novel in her hands. Shoulders slouched over, shaking with no intention to stop any time soon, she made her way back to the bed and buried her face in your shoulder crying until she didn’t have the energy to continue.

“Awe baby what’s going on? Is it the book? I’m sorry he told me to show it to you once I finish. I can put it away if–”

The cries became heavier and tears came out harder as she dropped her full weight on top of you, squeezing you in her arms as if you are meant to disappear at any second and honestly speaking you just might. Her mind goes back to the love her brother had for the two of you, always telling her, “Shuri, you know you’ve got a special one and you need to do everything in your power to keep her. You two are a lot more similar than you think.”

All this time she has spent searching, questioning and debating her existence and place in this world, it never dawned on her that the one person who knows her more than any other soul she’s come across might be able to truly navigate her feelings of despair. Of course T’Challa wrote a book for you and Shuri, he could never once hide his adoration for how much you have been able to help Shuri bring out the light that has always been inside of her and he also teased that the two of you would one day reign side by side as the Queens of Wakanda. If only he was here to provide his guidance to her just one last time.

“How am I supposed to be,” she sniffles, eyes meeting yours tears overflowing from her cheeks and staining her shirt, “your woman and love you the way you deserve if I can’t even understand who I am? My mind won’t give me a break and I can’t keep doing this.” Her speech is decorated with hiccups and pauses, showcasing a side of Shuri you haven’t seen in such a long time. She is normally so stoic and tall in her presence but she is now quite literally in shambles, unable to get proper handle for herself.

It’s about time she broke down like this. She’d been trying to just hold these feelings hostage without any real release and now she can truly start to move forward even if she didn’t see it that way.

“How does being the world's smartest woman or a princess help me deal with the fact that I’m lost sthandwa? How does any of this black panther nonsense help me—”

“Baby,” you cooed, wiping her tears, heart breaking at the sight ,”I need you to take a couple of breaths okay? Can you do that for me?”

Roughly shaking her head in disagreement, she continued “How is breathing gonna help if I don’t want—”

“Shuri! Please. Breathe. Right now.”

One, two, three, four, she counted in her head. Maybe she was doing too much or overreacting instead of thinking things through logically.

“Everything you are feeling is valid my love.” She has been doing a lot of thinking out loud in her most vulnerable moments. “The last thing you need to do is worry your pretty head about how you can be better for me when I accept you for all that you are.”

Shifting around in her grasp, you reach for the love letter her brother dedicated to her. Opening to the first page, you placed the book in her hands.

“Here. Read it. All you need right now is a little something to ground you.”

Deep down, she still has not been able to come to terms with her brother’s passing so the thoughts of reading his words, knowing his voice would be speaking to her scared her more than anything. Sensing her hesitance, you gently rubbed a hand on her back. “I’m right here with you. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

Slowly nodding, she gathered herself to uncover the true last words her brother had for her.

“To my Shuri. Firstly you are mine. Everything that you are comes from your heart and nothing can ever compete with how much you have changed me as a man—.” She closes the pages, heart fluttering at his kind words but the feeling of his absence taking over her once again.

Maybe this is exactly what she needed. A chance to see herself through the lenses of those who celebrated her the most. She always held her brothers’ words in the highest regard so maybe he hasn’t completely abandoned her after all. She can already start to feel a shift within herself.

Bast, she whispers in her mind, thank you.

Maybe it’s not so bad to believe again.

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shimamitsu · 1 month

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is there actually something wrong with the m/m ships in dungeon meshi or is it more a matter of taste? this is a genuine question I'm very sorry if it comes off as rude. i'm really new to this fandom i literally just got here yesterday idk, from what I've seen in the anime there isn't really any m/m pairs?? just farcille and whatever kiki and namari have going on

there isn't something necessarily* wrong with m/m ships in dunmeshi but it's not about taste either. it's a matter of misogyny in fandom. i think anyone that has read dunmeshi before the anime aired (i've been here since 2021) can confirm that m/m ships barely existed. farcille was the most popular ship in the fandom (and still is i think, but we're struggling). most popular m/m ship was mithrun/kabru and they were still nothing compared to farcille in terms of popularity. other m/m ships were niche. i saw kabru/laios content here and there and i seriously think that people came up with senshi/chilchuck like a month ago bc i didn't see ANY ship content of them in my 3 years being a dunmeshi fan. like literally not a single thing. laios/shuro as well. but when the anime came out alllllllll these m/m pairings started popping out of nowhere and they gained a lot of popularity. there was a screenshot going around of the ships in the dunmeshi tag in ao3 (sorry if these aren't the correct terms lol i don't use ao3) bc m/m pairings recently surpassed f/f ones in number. ppl might think we're exaggerating but this phenomenon is very noticeable to those of us who have been here for a while (a lot of ppl who are new to the fandom probably don't know). that's why so many of us are bewildered. this is ofc another case of people not caring about female characters. they'd rather go for lukewarm yaoi instead of the women whose bond is like. top 3 most important dunmeshi relationships. come on. and i'm not even into shipping, i only care about the guys you see in my handle so imagine how tired i am that i'm talking so much about this lol. but luckily a lot of people have been speaking up about this and we might get more yuri soldiers after tomorrow's ep! i'll become a hater for you farcille #DUNGEON MESHI ANTI-YAOI MOVEMENT. leaving here a few posts by user eastgaysian that i think explain the issue very well

* i say necessarily bc senshi/chilchuck is pretty weird to me given the fact that senshi still sees chilchuck as someone who's a lot younger than him even when chilchuck tells them his age, but if i bring this up ppl are gonna be like "but actually long lived races" yadda yadda yadda so whatever

#also your question wasn't rude at all! ty for asking nicely

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scrambled-eggs-y · 1 year

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Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 1945

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey everyone, I know I've been pretty off-grid. I got really busy with college. Here's a little fic I wrote, which was inspired by the holiday season coming up. Hope you all enjoy it! Love you all!

It was a slow night for patrol in Gotham, well to put it lightly it was Christmas Eve. Everyone was with their families, enjoying the warmth of their little apartments and homes - but you. You were alone, a lone ranger some might say. So you sat there atop a skyscraper, dangling your leg over the edge - bored out of your mind.

A light snowfall began to come down from the gloomy sky. As you peered below onto the street, you saw a family walking around, swinging their daughter’s arms so that she could go up in the air. It was cute, the way they giggled and laughed. You could feel the warmth and love seeping through your skin, but it quickly ended.

There was a reason you always worked on Christmas. You didn’t hate the holiday, but it didn’t hold the importance it once did. Never knowing your family from being born out of wedlock and left at an orphanage, it had always been just…you.

As a kid, you loved adventure and had to fend for yourself as the foster system in Gotham was terrible. It was at the age of 10, that you were let out on the streets of Gotham since the orphanage shut down due to its incredibly poor conditions. This led to much trouble in the dark and eerie streets of Gotham. Learning the art of pickpocketing wasn’t easy and it definitely came with a price, especially when you encountered a not-so-gullible crackhead in an alleyway. Being pinned against a wall with a bloodied head was something you would never forget, but the most memorable part of it was Robin.

You had been saved by Robin. That’s when you knew, you wanted to be just like him. You started training yourself with the little fighting knowledge you had. As weeks went by, you got stronger, smarter even. As years went by, you managed to get a job and save up some money to get books on combat and mechanics. It might have been a stretch to say you were achieving your goal of becoming a vigilante, but at that point, nothing could stop you.

As your life started to come together with a stable job and run-down apartment, you saved up enough to get the materials for average gear to live your vigilante life. You only started patrolling about a year back, so the experience had been rocky. Luckily, making friends with Nightwing was helpful. He gave you tips on different fighting techniques and how to improve your armor.

Thinking about all you had been through, especially with the help of Nightwing made you think of what he might have been up to on this quiet Christmas Eve. He was probably sitting with his loved ones, laughing, and enjoying a lovely feast. He was such a warm and friendly person, you wouldn’t be surprised if you stepped inside his home and found it filled with warmth and joy.

You smiled at the thought.

Your mind wandered to how he would look in a cozy yet fitting sweater, with ironed dress pants that did his legs wonders. His hair probably fluffed and styled, shaping his chiseled jawline to perfection, but most of all - his smile. You had the pleasure of being able to share some laughs with the man and boy did he have a gorgeous smile. All you wanted was to see him grin again, just like he had a couple of nights before.

Coming back to your senses, you noticed you were staring at the Christmas lights hanging above the streets. Your cheeks were rosy not just from the cold, but from how he made you feel. You liked him, but knowing yourself you could never admit it - at least not to him. He was a very-much-eligible, likely taken, bachelor. Well, you didn’t know for sure, but you assumed.

As you let out a sigh and fell back on your arms, there was a soft crunch of snow behind you. Your head quickly whipped to look around for the cause of the noise, to which you were greeted with the sight of two sturdy legs in spandex. Your eyes trailed up the firm figure which met with gorgeous blue eyes and a sweet smile.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked in a soft hopeful tone. You nodded without saying a word, still trying to process how he found you. He set down a bag next to your side and plopped down on the edge of the building, legs dangling just like yours.

“Uh, how did you…?” Your face furrowed in confusion as your mouth opened and close repeatedly. You turned towards him waiting for a response. He let out a little chuckle at your question.

“Had a feeling.” He simply said as he watched your face relax and look down at the bag. You could tell he took this as a sign to show you the contents -

“I brought you a little something, figured you’re probably cold.” He brought out a steaming paper cup full of hot chocolate and held it up for you to take. You took hold of the warm cup, lightly touching his hand in the process. You stopped and gazed at him in adoration.

“Thank you.” You whispered softly into the chilly air. You brought the cup to your lips and instantly felt a glimmer of joy. The drink was perfect. It was warm, chocolatey, and delicious. As you savored the taste and the sweet moment, your eyes fluttered closed followed by a content sigh that left your lungs.

You opened your eyes at the sound of the bag ruffling and saw him pulling out his own hot chocolate as well. You watched him take a sip as he looked out on the empty, snow-coated streets. His hair flowed in the wind as snow softly fell upon his dark hair. His cheeks started to gain a pink tint as he continued to drink the chocolatey goodness in his cup. You thought you could stare at him all night, but of course, your curiosity poked through.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here? Don’t you have family to be with? It’s Christmas Eve.” You asked him as you rested your head upon a closed fist propped up on your knee. He turned to you and looked down at the half-empty cup in his hand. His head raised back up in thought and shrugged.

“We don’t really do much. I usually visit them and we have dinner, but something’s different this year. Too quiet.” He looked a little disheartened - he must really love his family. A slight frown tugged at your lips as you reached out to rub his shoulder.

“So I guess, we’re both alone this Christmas.” You laughed, tilting your head. He grabbed your hand that was on his shoulder and brought it to his lap. Your cheeks warmed at the gesture as you stared at the sight of him playing around with your fingers.

“You’re alone this time too? What about your family?” He stopped what he was doing and met his eyes with yours. His were filled with interest and concern. He looked like a sad puppy, it made you want to hold his face and pepper him with soft kisses. You pondered on how to answer his question and took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

“Well, I’ve always been alone for Christmas. I never knew my family.” You let a short-lived smile spread across your hollow face. “The only people that actually made me feel like I had a family were you and Robin.” A shuddered breath escaped as thoughts of happy families and the joy of the holidays filled your mind.

“Robin is the reason I do what I do and so are you. But it also reminds me that you both have your own lives, your own families. You know, Robin has Batman - the dynamic duo - and I’m sure you’ve got people who care about you, too.” I don’t, you thought. You took another breath and waited for a minute before you continued. You’d never told anyone about your situation before. You kept it all inside, all buried up and locked away. It was hard not being able to tell anyone, but here you were spilling your guts to Nightwing.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a family…to be loved, to be wanted, to just have someone to spend the holidays with.” As the words left your mouth, you shut your eyes tight. “I-I’m sorry to dump all this on you.” You turned your head away and let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. Trying to refocus yourself, you couldn’t help but be drawn back to him. Your eyes caught his soft, caring expression that spoke an unsaid I know, I understand, I’m here for you. It was at that point when you felt contentment that broke you entirely. He brought you so much comfort and love, and he didn’t even know it.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek and quickly wiped your face trying to stop more tears from flowing. He noticed your distraught figure and immediately reached his hands to cup your cheeks.

He swiped up his thumb across to wipe away the tears that just couldn’t seem to stop. He finally leaned forward and wrapped you in a tight, warm hug. You cried into his shoulder as he stayed silent and caressed your head. It was a sweet yet somber moment.

You both lifted your heads at the sound of a clock tower ringing. It was midnight, which meant it was officially Christmas Day.

“I guess this may be the perfect time to give you your Christmas gift.” He reached behind him for a little box in the bag that once held your hot chocolate. He brought out a little red box with a green ribbon on top and put it in your palm.

“But I didn’t get you anything.” You said bashfully and a little embarrassed, while admiring the sentiment. You looked up at him as he waited for you to open the box. He nodded for you to go along with it.

You opened it and inside was a mistletoe with a Robin pin in the middle of the bow. It took you a minute to understand what the pin meant. Your eyes went wide with shock and your head flew up to look at him with astonishment.

“You're Robin!” You exclaimed but this time you didn’t feel shocked, you felt happy. He nodded with a smug smile. You leaped into his arms and hugged him tightly, nuzzling your head into his neck. You let him go and leaned back with a giddy grin, looking down at the gift in the box.

“Wait, what’s the mistletoe for?” You asked unsure if it meant what you think it meant. He chuckled and took it in between his fingers. Leaning in closer to you, he brought his arm up above the both of you, mistletoe in hand.

“It’s my favorite Christmas tradition and I wanna share it with you.” He said as he placed his warm loving hand on your cheek. His fingers slowly made their way down to your chin. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took hold of your chin and lifted it up to his face.

“You’re my gift.” He whispered upon your lips, feeling his smile as he clasped your lips against his. It was soft and perfect. If you didn’t have a Christmas to spend with someone before, you did now. You found your family - him.

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azrielgreen · 1 year

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Hi! I really hope that this doesn't come across wrong, because you're my favorite author of all time, but I am curious about how and why you write pairings with Billy? I mean, he's a violent and awful racist who tried to kill a kid. I'm just curious about Billy shippers, and I wanted to know what you think about all that! You really are my #1 author, and I really, really hope this doesn't come across as mean!

I debated answering this at all because I really don't involve myself in anything remotely related to fandom unpleasantness or the kind of immaturity that leads to "ship wars" and outright bullying, but I can tell your question was asked in good faith so this will probably be the one time I answer anything like this.

I write for myself. I write characters that interest me. I'm interested in complex characters. They have the most wiggle room for expression and interpretation of angst and growth and suffering within my kind of creative narrative. I fully appreciate that the Stranger Things fandom is where I gained traction, but I've been in fandom for a decade and I've written for Hannibal, Supernatural, Vampire Chronicles, Dragon Age among many others that I usually orphan because writing for myself is essential. I don't write to appease or instruct or create a moral guideline for how to be or how to love.

I won't reel off a list of reasons "why" i write pairings with Billy because I don't need to justify anything to anyone. I don't endorse what I write. I explore complicated characters and I feel things through them and I write and follow my creative instincts where a story might lead. I don't write to be popular, I never have, and I never will and if I thought for a second that the only reason my fics gained traction in this fandom was because anyone saw me as some kind of Anti-Billy Flag-waver, I'd delete every single thing I wrote including my AO3 username. Luckily, I know that's not the case and those who like my writing and stories enjoy them because they're smart enough to select what they like and leave what they don't.

I think there's a stunning level of dissonance between people who are insecure and fandom and those who are secure. It's fanfiction. It's literally transformative works. I can transform whatever I like and I write what I'm drawn to and I am drawn, always, to complicated characters with the potential for growth and evolution from low places. I've written so much for so many fandoms and some of what I've written has been pure, ice cold horror, straight up. The idea that I'm supposed to be someone who only ever writes Fandom Stamp-Approved Characters is hilarious to me. I write about murderers, people who kill, soldiers, assassins and even serial killers. I could spend time and energy explaining why I'm drawn to writing darker elements and giving them a bright, hopeful growth arc but I shouldn't have to explain ANYTHING and I don't, so I won't and please, anyone else reading, do not ever feel like you have to explain or justify what you write. That path leads nowhere good. No one should regulate what people write. NO ONE has the right to bully someone out of a fandom because they disagree with what they're writing about. No one.

I have always tried to be very open and supportive about encouraging people to feel safe exploring their interests, be it kink, trauma, whatever. I'll fight fiercely to defend people's right to enjoy literally whatever the fuck they want because life is hard, time is short, real life is disappointing and AO3 at the end of a long day can be comforting as fuck. The idea that some people are handwringing because people write about a "violent awful racist who tried to kill a kid" is so ridiculous to me it makes me laugh every single time. It's not real. It's a story. It's a TV show. I can explore whatever I want and so can everyone else.

Here's the very closest you'll come to hearing me give reasons why and I'm only doing it because I want other people who feel belittled and bullied and shamed for exploring what they're drawn to, to see this. The person I was at 17 years old is nothing like the person I am now and I cannot emphasise that strongly enough. I come from an abusive home. The girl I was at 17, 18, 19 and even 20... if I met her now, I wouldn't know her and she absolutely wouldn't know me. I lost who I was as a child because I was abused and it's only in the last ten years I had enough experience, distance and self-exploration to rediscover myself and really grow. Nothing excuses racism or violence. Me writing these characters is not excusing it. Writing domestic violence is not endorsing domestic violence. People need to understand this because it's a massive problem in the queer publishing community; this idea that all queer media needs to be morally squeaky clean, to be flawless and sexless and adhere to the perfect cis-heteronormative outline in order to be "acceptable" and not cast a pall on queers overall. I believe people can change. I believe people can see themselves in a piece of media and WANT to be better. I know because it happened to me. People can change. I like to think there are circumstances in which Billy could change. In which there was an intervention point, the possibility for redemption.

Fanfiction isn't real life. I would be so happy if people could understand this. Fiction is FICTION. It's exploration, it's themes, it's freedom of expression, it's art, it's for fun. It's not for everyone. No single thing is for everyone and it never, ever should be. My writing isn't for everyone. That makes me really happy because it means those who might resonate with what I write, will find it and have their own space to enjoy it. I'm a person with finite energy and time who dedicates a lot of that energy and time to this corner of fandom where I reasonably expect to be able to write whatever the hell I like however I like and if anyone has a different opinion of that, they'll be sorely disappointed. Complex, flawed characters whose experiences mirror my own will always be compelling to me and I will always be drawn to exploring redemptive narratives for them. If people don't like it, they don't have to read. If they get upset that I'm writing something they disagree with, that's on them and if they feel the need to draw attention to their discomfort, that's far less to do with the person they're complaining about and more an indication they need to do some serious shadow work.

Thank you for your question, no harm was inferred and I wish you all the best. Az. 💜💜💜

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year

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Thank you for answering. To fill your inbox more could I request a oneshot of yoshikage kira finding out he has a daughter who is the same age as josuke (josuke has a crush on her) and she is a powerful stand user?

Hi hi again sorry it took so long, I hope 3.5k words can make up for it. This is literally the longest oneshot I've made. It... Falls of a tiny bit? I'll let guy guys be the judge of that. I've tweaked the story a tiny bit but dw Reader is still a very powerful stand user and I want to be her friend

Don't Stop Me Now!

Notes: Fem!reader/uses fem pronouns, reader and Josuke get into a fight, read through half of this but gave up because I'm tried and just woke up, apologies for any mistakes

"So yer sayin' there's a possibility that freak had a kid?"

"And they're in Morioh right now?!"

Jotaro silently nodded his head. He had been following this mystery for some time now. It had only been two years since the defeat of Yoshikage Kira, and now this. To prove his point further Jotaro dropped some unsent letters and mail he found earlier in Kirs's old vila. The mail had come from the other side of Japan, talking about some affair long ago and the possibilities of her child being his. It didn't seem Kira had ever replied back. He was able to track some of the letters back into the 80's helping concrete the evidence that this child was near Okuyasu's and Koichi's age.

"The newest letter from the woman says her kid was visiting Morioh for the new school year, and she wanted to meet her biological father. It says she's a girl around your ages and looks just like Yoshikage. And if it turns out she is his kid..."

"There's a huge possibility she's a Stand user," Koichi finished.

Jotaro nodded again, "I'm going to be busy trying to track down this girl's mother, maybe get some more clues on Kira's past and maybe even get some hints on which kid is hers. While I'm gone I need you three to stay back here to try and find her yourself."

"Will do!" Okuyasu grinned, hitting his fist into his open palm. Koichi agreed with him, already thinking of what to look out for. They left the older man soon after.

"Do y'think we'll bump into this chick easy if she's a Stand user?" Okuyasu asked his friend.

"Most likely. I mean, we've fought a lot of Stand users in the past because we gravitate towards each other. With our luck we might just even bump into each other without even looking for her!"

"Hmm..." That summer two years ago had the worst of it, but even after that there was some rouge users they had to deal with, Okuyasu still remembered last summer when Jotaro had Koichi leave to Italy because of the bastards. Luckily he came back okay.

"Koichi, I think I have an idea of where we need to look. But first, we gotta find Josuke!"

Meanwhile, leaving school in a flourish, students packed into a tight group all left at once from their after school activities. They subtracted from each other, students leaving for home, after school jobs, free time with friends. Only two students peeled away by theirselves, one unaware of the boy following her. She walked down a lonely road without a care in the world.

He followed her into a convenience store. He wasn't sure why. There was no doubt he was looking like a creep. He just wanted to talk! But this girl was so quiet. Often times Josuke found himself doing something stupid just to get closer to her, but he always ended up looking like a fool.

Exhibit A.

Josuke had never gone to this side of Morioh. This was a nice store. Far too orange, but it had a good variety of snacks. Maybe he could give up and buy some before heading home.

"Gah!–"

He had the window of his jacket pulled forward, tripping over his feet as someone threw him into the corner of the store. A hand covered his mouth from letting out another squeak, and Josuke looked down to see you.

Wait! You?!

"Shh, keep it down, I'm not sure if he followed us into the store."

Huh?

Slowly, she took her hand off of his mouth. Josuke was weak enough to notice the faint trace of floral perfume. It smelt good. Was that citrus?

"What are you talking about?"

Confused, she looked him up and down, then at the door, "Huh... To be honest I thought you followed me out of school because you were trying to protect me or something. Or you were too scared to walk home alone..." She shook her head; "You really didn't notice that guy following us after we left school?"

"Well, I know about him now! I'm definitely not leaving you alone with that guy around!"

"Thanks, really, but that's not needed. I can take care of myself" The girl let go of his jacket and instead adverted her attention to the snacks rowing the wall beside her. While she looked asked for his without leaving the snack cakes. Following her, Josuke introduced himself.

"Josuke..." She mumbled under her breath while examining two snack cakes, torn between strawberry cream filling or vanilla. "...Oh yeah, you're the boy all the girls in school seem to be fawning over." . Josuke didn't have the time to answer, as the girl had already decided on vanilla, before skipping over to the drinks and chips. He didn't know what else to do besides follow her around the tiny shop as she filled her arms with snacks and such. Every once in a while she would turn her head around to see Josuke still following her. Even as she made it to the check out, he was still there.

"This isn't necessary," She told him making her way to the exit.

"He could still be out there!" Josuke tried.

They made it outside. The girl looked every way out into the empty road and sidewalk with nothing in sight. "See? Nothing." This time she didn't wait for a response and proceeded to skip away. Except Josuke continued to trail her. The feeling in his gut told him to keep following her. That something wasn't right.

Their walk was relatively quiet apart from the occasional quip from you trying to get Josuke off your back. He'd only fire back with his own ammo.

You broke into your snacks just as clouds began to form, sending the streets into darkness. The weather report didn't say anything about rain, you noted gloomily. You looked over at Josuke, he looked even more miserable.

"Not a fan of the rain?"

"It'll ruin my hair." Josuke sighed.

You grinned a little, "Hm... Maybe if just... left, you wouldn't have to worry about your precious hair getting ruined!"

Josuke finally had it, "Jeez, I'm just trying to help you! There's no reason for you to be so cynical!" His hand grabbed your blazer, making you stop to look at him.

"Cynical? What are you doing that's helping me? You're just following me home like some dog!" Disgusted, you took a single look at his hand and shoved it off your arm. "Take a look around, Higashikata! It's just you, me, and the rain! You can stop trying to play hero!"

His jaws opened, but he was quickly silenced by a single droplet of water. More came down faster while you stared him down silently. He felt humiliated, not because of you, but because you were right. Feeling that you won, you left Josuke to soak up some of the rain. He watched you leave feeling lost.

"Hey– Wait a second!"

"Jeez, who the hell does that guy think he is?" Still, there was a guilty panging in your gut. Were you too harsh? There wasn't any malicious intent but the guy seriously had to take a hint.

Damnit, I'm supposed to be working on this... I'll never make a single friend if I can't relax.

You cursed yourself, and whispered a tiny apology to your worrying mother across Japan. You'd never been the best with kids your age, "an old soul" your grandfather called you. It was beginning to be clear that was just code for antisocial and awkward as hell. Secretly deep down you hoped you could find that Josuke guy again tomorrow to apologize. Right now you'd need to get out of this rain before you got sick, and your snacks got ruined, too.

Something moved in the corner of your eye. Your heart skipped, you twisted to see if it was the boy you hoped it was, but you weren't so lucky.

The hulking figure behind you was shrouded in a big black hoodie, hood up so you couldn't get a good look at his face. He was bigger than you, all your senses and your gut told you to get out of dodge or fight. But you calmed yourself. Cool. It. Maybe he just needs directions. We can't have a repeat of last time...

"May I help you?" You ask instead.

The man scratched at his brow with one hand, never taking the other out of his pocket, you noticed but didn't say anything about it yet. "Yeah. Y'see, there's a grocery store around the bend. The food's pretty good, but it's expensive. And I don't have the cash."

"Ah..." Seriously? He's looking for handouts? What a moocher! "...Well, sorry but I can't help you out. I don't have anything on me. You should try Owson, it isn't that far away–"

"Nah, I ain't askin'." Your eyes quickly focused on the shining blade he pulled out of his pocket, "You can play pretend all you want, I know you got the money. I don't wanna hurt ya, just be a good girl and give me the wallet."

"Pfft! You think you can intimidate me with that letter opener? Hah!" You giggled some more. Sure, you were acting cocky. But you didn't care. You weren't going to let yourself be bossed around by some asshole. "I'm not giving you shit! So why don't we both turn around and walk our own ways, and I'll pretend this never happened."

The attempted robber's eyes steeled over, the grip on his weapon tightening. You took your own stance; setting your shoulders, bringing your hands into fists. That familiar aura taking a hold of you, heating your blood to it's boiling point. He didn't seem to feel it; no one ever did, really. But it powered you. It gave you a sense of security. You couldn't really describe it, but once this feeling came over you, you felt like you were unstoppable: even with a foe twice your size.

"Hey! STOP! GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!!"

A burly man in all black charged past Josuke. Confused, the boy twisted to watch him run, thinking nothing of the rush. He turned around just in time to catch a shoe flying past his eyes at mach speed, hitting the guy square between the shoulders, but it did nothing to stop him. Josuke jumped out of the way into a puddle, splashing the sidewalk with water, just in time for you to barrel right through him, another shoe in hand as you screamed. With a smooth move, you picked up your other shoe, getting unlimited ammo to throw at the guy but it did nothing to phase him again. Instinct kicked in, Josuke followed. His long legs gave him an easy opportunity to slide in right next to you. "What's going on?!" He asked over the pelting rain.

"This bastard stole my wallet!" You shrieked, throwing another high brand shoe without a care in the world about the price behind the lable. Quickly, Josuke got to work. He grabbed you by the waste, hauling you into his arms in a deft move. You didn't argue, instead you knew exactly what he was doing. Without the fear of leaving you behind Josuke could run even faster now. He brushed away the rain drops trying to blind him, and he was losing distance between him and his new enemy. But it wasn't enough, your added weight couldn't let him over power the thief just yet.

"Throw me!" You commanded.

"Huh?! Are you insane?!"

"Just do it!"

Josuke couldn't fight back. Biting his lip, and with the power of Crazy Diamond behind it, he was able to chuck you at the guy dressed in black. Except it was over kill, and you went sailing above his head. Josuke watched on in horror, but to you this was the perfect throw. That familiar feeling began to overflow in you again. Josuke could see the red sparks flying off of you. It was like in slow motion. Suspended in midair, you pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the crook, fire sparking from your finger tip, followed by a hot pink fist extending out connect with the man's face. A name escaped your lips:

"‹⟨Ashes to Ashes⟩›!"

An invisible wave of heat and fire traveled through the man's clothes. Josuke watched, frozen now, as his hoodie became dust in the blink of an eye. Neither had no time to think as your Stand's fist immediately followed after your attack, and you plummeted to the concrete ground, just as your thief did as well.

You tumbled, but quickly stabilized yourself. The heat of the moment was gone, your attacker was now unconscious, missing the clothes on the top half of his body, along with most of the hair on his head. Groans of pain could be heard as Josuke leaped over his body to squat down next to your body, offering you a gentle hand to help you back to your feet, that sparkle of amazement hadn't left his eye. "You– You..."

Your grin split across your face. You cheered despite the stinging pain of your broken skin and the gravel stuck to your side, you didn't care. You were victorious.

"That was awesome! We definitely need to do that again!" You gave Josuke a pat on the arm before skipping away. Without his hoodie, your wallet tumbled on to the sidewalk for you to find easy. It was bright pink with a stitched in cat head on both sides (horribly done, Josuke believed you had to do it by hand yourself). It had soaked up some of the rain water, but you deemed the contents good enough.

You turned, Josuke was still staring at you in shock. His body shook. Was it excitement? Confusion? Fear? "You're... You're a Stand user."

"Huh? A what?"

"That thing you just did, that fist that came out of you to punch this guy!"

"You saw that?" You asked bewildered. A new feeling of hope swelled inside of you. And you felt it. That same aura you had, now coming off of Josuke. A new figure appeared, hulking in size compared to it's summoner, wearing steely blue armor, and a helm in the shape of a heart. "You can see him, right?"

Without speaking, you did the same. Letting Josuke see your ghost. It was an angry pink, contrasting the pastel colors of his own, with horns sharing resemblance to pointy ears. Heat came off of it in excess, rain heating up into steam before it even touched it's body.

This boy. He was just like you.

"You called me a "Stand user", right? Is that what this is? Can yours control fire too?"

"No, not fire. But it can punch pretty damn well. I've named him Crazy Diamond. He can also do this," The stand moved towards you. Your own stand fizzled away as it's palm touched your cheek, softly. A calming haze surrounded you, making you feel safer than before. Crazy Diamond's hand was warm, you began to notice the cuts along your knees and your elbows, and the burns across your fists were healing, zipping up like invisible thread pulling your scars back together until they disappeared completely.

Once Crazy Diamond moved away, there wasn't any more pain, and you were completely unharmed. He left too, leaving you alone in the rain with a very soggy looking Josuke.

"Oh, Josuke! Your hair!"

In comedic timing, the hair forced up into his pompadour fell, slapping wetly against his face. His eye twitched ever the slightest, but Josuke shook it off, pushing his bangs aside. "No worries! It's just hair. I'm just glad that you're healed again." His bangs flopped forward again, he quickly pushed them back. "Hey, about earlier? Before all of this happened... I want to apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just, it's hard to push down a gut feeling. Y'know?"

"Yeah. I get it. I should apologize too for being such an ass. Maybe if I listened I wouldn't have gotten my wallet stolen." You offer him a slanted smile and you got one back. "Let's just agree that we were both in the wrong."

"Heh! Sounds good!"

Thunder sounded from behind the buildings, drawing in both of your attention. The weather was only getting worse, and you clothes were soaking up another pound of water by the minute.

"This is getting ridiculous..." Josuke groaned.

"I didn't expect it to get this rough. Maybe we should head back to get an umbrella before we head to my house?"

"Your house?" Josuke asked skeptical, but he followed you back.

"Duh. I have my own gut feeling your house is way too far away. I've got a landline you can borrow, and towels and gel for your hair, too."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?! Hurry up!" You out right laughed, sprinting after him as he broke into a dead run to the convenience store. It was a quick in and out, there was an argument over what color umbrella you should've bought, but you easily defeated Josuke by reminding him who was paying for it. You got the last umbrella with a sky blue color and fluffy white clouds, contrasting with the dark inkyness above. Finally out of the rain, you and Josuke kept close together, conserving heat and walking at a leisurely pace. You didn't mind. Josuke on the other hand had trouble controlling the excited vibration in his shoulders. He'd have to turn his head so you couldn't see the angry blush on his cheeks. You were just so... Strangely cute. He just watched you knock a guy out in one punch, but he can't help but think about how cute you looked curled up into his side like this!

Josuke cleared his throat.

"I never caught your name. It'd be weird if I went to your house and I didn't even know what to call you right?"

"Seriously? This whole time I haven't told you my name?!" You laughed again, Josuke thought it was loud and sweet. "My full name is Kira Y/n!"

"Heh... Hey. Hey, wait a second." Josuke stopped in his tracks. "Say it again? I think this rain is messin' with my hearing."

"Ki-ra Y-n." You punctuate with a giggle, cupping your hands over your mouth for added affect. "Everyone just calls me by my first name, even without asking. It kind of gets annoying... But you can just call me Y/n too! Something wrong, Josuke?"

He was staring at you, dazed and confused. Struck silent over something. He didn't say a word, but a new voice filled in the silence, calling Josuke's name. It was high and shrill, turning to look behind you you could see two strangers in the distance, quickly closing in.

The taller one was making good time, the shorter one behind him tried to keep up with an umbrella shielding him from the rain. Confused as hell, you slowly got out of the way of the two men, ready to activate your Stand ability again if the situation called for it. But these two didn't sound like enemies. They looked the same age as you and Josuke. Who the hell were these two?

The louder one, still shrieking as he neared, ended up slamming into Josuke sending them both into a rain puddle.

"Josuke!"

"Okuyasu!" The short one waddled up to his friends, looking worried.

"Josuke! That girl you've been diggin' is a Stand user!"

It was all at once. Adding on to the roaring storm it was deafening. These two were Stand users? How did they know you were, too? And why the hell was this baseball looking freak trying to pick a fight with you?

"OKUYASU! SHE ISN'T GOING TO HURT US!"

"YEAH, DUDE! SHE'S COOL!" Josuke and company tried to keep him at bay.

"Jeez, you find one person with an ability like yours and you find a whole gaggle," You sigh. "Who are you people and what do you suddenly want for me?"

The boy with silver hair suddenly looks at you from behind the other boy's shoulders with wide, blue eyes. "You're last name is Kira, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes..?" You say confused.

"I knew it!" The boy, probably named Okuyasu cheered in victory in Josuke's arms. He was ignored by both.

"Your dad has history in Morioh. Bad history. We found some evidence of you being his kid in his old house, we've been trying to track you down ever since school let out today, and we found you with Okuyasu's help." He pointed over Okuyasu's shoulder, who gave you a big grin.

"W-What? I'm so–" A hand was thrown over your face to silence your thoughts.

"What?! Who are you people?! Why is this all happening suddenly? This whole time I've thought I was alone with these abilities, and suddenly there's... Three more of you?"

"More like, four, actually." The silver haired boy confessed, not thinking about how it didn't help the situation. He thought for a second silently. "Actually there's a lot more than four of us–"

"Y/n," Josuke said interrupting his friend. He left Okuyasu's side to gently hold your shoulders, making you stare up at him through his wet bangs and into his piercings eyes. "There's a lot of us Stand Users in Morioh. Your dad... He was one too, but he didn't use his ability for good. It's a lot to unpack, but whenever you're ready to listen, we'll tell you."

You sniff away the cold, brushing away a stray raindrop that somehow made it under your umbrella on to your cheek. Behind Josuke, his two friends stood, offering soft looks, sympathetic of something you didn't understand. With a deep breath, you agreed. "I'm ready. We should get to my house already and get out of this cold." Josuke nodded with a gentle smile, pulling you into his side to share his warmth with you.

"Lead the way."

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My specialty - Criminal minds ft. Reader (sneak peak)

A/N: I've been watching criminal minds like crazy for the past few days so this is a fun lil story where the reader manages to help the team a bit. This is like, a sneak peak and if I see people like it I'll post it when I'm done :) also I'm in the second season rn so no spoilers please and thank you

The coffee store was fuller than usual, as if everyone decided that today they are in the mood for good coffee instead of the usual shitty one they have at their offices. Spencer Reid stood in line, looking around him and scanning the people around him, specifically the man and their arms. Last night, they got a video sent by an Unsub in which you can see a small part of his tattoo for a second. He messed up, he didn't notice his sleeve rolled up when the girl he was holding fought back. He might be digressing, since he was not as careless in the other videos he sent. Spencer suspected the UnSub might have a tattoo there, since in every video so far he fixed the sleeves before his arms were visible to the camera.

"Oh my god, I love your tattoo!" Spencer hears a female voice saying. He immediately looks for the girl who said it, and luckily it's the one right in front of him and he has a clean line to see the tattoo she's talking about. It's higher up on the arm than the one the Unsub has, and it seemed to be a differentstyle, more cartoony. "Thanks" the man says, but the woman continues talking. "It was done by Emily Grace, right? Must be one of her older works, i'd say, 2.5-3 years ago? she only does color now" She says. In her head she continues to explain the tattoo has just enough color to show the beginning of her style change. Emily has done color tattoos exclusively for two years, but started adding small color elements to her works about 3.5 years ago. This one was very colorful, but not enough to be newer, so that means… "yup, I got it done about 3 years ago, 2 years and 10 months to be exact" the man confirms this womans guess. spencer heard the conversation, and an idea snuck up in his head. "Excuse me, Ma'am-" he starts, but she cuts him off. "Ma'am? How old do I look to you, sir?" She says, highlighting the use of the word sir as If it's payback. "I-" Spencer says, confused. She does look about his age, maybe a bit younger. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but I have a question" he gathers a sentence. "Ask away" she smiles. "If you see a part of a tattoo, you think you can recognize the artist, like you just did?" He asks. "Uh, if I know the artist well enough, probably. I've been working in tattoo parlors for a while now, as a secretary, so i know a lot of artists, I spent hours with their flash books by my side and went through them dozens of times" she replies, and Spencer smiles a satisfied smile. He looks her up and down real quick, spotting a name tag on her shirt, "well, (Y/N), how do you feel about helping the FBI?" Spencer says.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid x reader #dr. Reid

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Chapter 3: Good Mornings

I woke up to the sound one can only identify as Sebastian singing in the shower. It was horrible.

He had to have a shower when I first got here because my blood got everywhere. And, he made me clean it up. He said if I didn't, he was gonna chop off my other leg.

Ow.

'Dad, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm gonna eat your food!' I hear Ariel yell from the other room. 'Fine! Just don't touch my food, I'll be out in a minute!' I hear him yell back before quietly going back to his shower. Ariel is now God.

'Ugh.' I groaned, opening my eyes and getting blinded from the light coming in from the window. I don't know if you can tell, but I don't want to get up. But I do when I realise Ariel said there was food. Yummy. I throw on some of Sebastian's clothes (damn, we really need to get me my own clothes) and make sure I look good. Who am I kidding, I always do.

I make my way downstairs, bumping into a few walls and tripping a few times because of my leg. 'Sup, Ariel!' I say awesomely.

Turns out that they had a spare room, and Sebastian said I could stay in there and to get comfortable since we have no idea when I'm gonna get back.

I still don't know what that weird object was or how it made that portal thing, or if I just imagined that, but I don't think I'm getting home anytime soon. The longer I stay, the weirder things get; I mean, powers? Magic? It all makes no sense.

Ariel turned to me as I entered the kitchen area. 'Hey, Eric,' She said, waving me over to the table that was now clean of all my blood, 'Hey! What ya got there?' I ask, gesturing to the food, 'breakfast, now eat it.' She says with a smile on her face, handing me my bowl.

Man, I love eating at things that I have recently lost a limb on.

I made Seb make some food for Ruby last night, and he was super startled when he found out she was now half dragon, but this morning she looked to have been given some dog food that I (with Ariel's money) bought on our way back from the forests. Her paws were all bandaged up and luckily, no dog limbs were lost.

After eating, and once Sebastian had come downstairs, Ariel had said that she needed to go and see a friend. She asked if I wanted to come along, and I was desperate to get out of the house.

'We better do something about your clothes,' she said, gesturing towards Sebastian's pirate clothes that were like a billion sizes too big for me. 'Yeah, not exactly practical for... well, anything.' I agree.

Ariel took me to the nearest busy areas of Emaia where we got food, ate food, and bought me some new clothes.

I got changed into my new outfit, in which I looked fabulous, with my old blue jumper that I fell in with, a pair of jeans, some black coverse because they're amazing, and a cool plain black choker necklace becuase they make me somehow even hotter. My jumper was one of the only things reminding me of my home. I was starting to miss my friends and parents.

My mum must be so worried, I mean, I've been gone for ages. And my sister! They're all going to have no idea what's going on. They might think I've been kidnapped or something!

Before I could dive anymore into my spiralling, Ariel announced that we had arrived.

'Here we are!' She said, bouncing on her heels. What the heck. No way is this where her friend lives. She had brought us to the very middle of the kingdom, and on a piece of land slightly higher than the rest, was one of the hugest freaking castles that I've ever seen (also the only one but this castle was pretty much out of a fairy tale).

The castle wasn't too far from the house, but it was huge. How did I not notice it?

The actual castle was built like the one you see at the start of Disney movies, but there was a path around the side with people who looked really busy.

'Let's go around back,' Ariel said, walking away before I had time to respond. 'Okay.' I say before slowly jogging towards her. She didn't even wait for me!

When we got to the back of the castle, I saw a bunch of people shooting targets with arrows, fighting with each other, or just chatting and watching a girl with yellow-blonde hair failing at hitting the target with her arrows, by a lot.

'So, who's your friend?' I say, not taking my eyes off the girl with the bow. 'He's probably inside right now, I'll go look for him. Stay here. 'Okay- and she's gone again. Wow.' I say before going over to the girl who still hadn't managed to hit the target.

With the way the people were watching her and laughing to their friends, it seemed like this had happened a lot. 'Hey,' I say, startling her from trying to set the arrow into the bow properly. 'You're doing that wrong.' 'I know, dummy.' She says in the most sarcastic voice I had ever heard, and I've been living with Sebastian! That says a lot. I was starting to like her already.

She went back to trying to shoot the arrow and missed so bad it almost hit one of the guys watching from the side, missing his head by an inch. 'Sorry Gabe!' She shouted as both of their faces started to go red. 'It's okay!' He shouted back to her. Ooh, someone has a crush. 'So, what's your name? I asked because I had no idea. I totally ship her and Gabe, though; that was adorable.

She looked back to me, her eyes rolling. Meanie. 'I'm Eleanor. Who are you?' Eleanor said, cocking her head to the side and sassily putting her hand on her hip. 'I'm Eric!' I tell her with a big smile on my face, stretching out my hand for a handshake (and getting completely ignored). Okay... rude.

'So, do you know Ariel?' I ask her, just now realising that this girl with pigtails is taller than me. Jeez. 'Ariel? Do you mean the girl the prince always hangs around?' She says as I tried not to laugh, I mean, Ariel? Friends with a prince? What? 'No, I don't think she could be friends with a prince.' I go as my laughs slip a little bit. 'Yeah, she's the baker's daughter, right? Blonde hair and everything. She's really nice, actually.' Ariel is friends with a prince. Ariel wants to introduce me, yes I, to a prince. Half of my life is literally just illegal stuff.

There is no way she wants me to be introduced to the prince when my dog is pretty much illegal.

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The Mentorship, Part 7

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 7 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 6418

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

The bouncer only looked at her long enough to know he would be getting a kickback, taking a small stack of bills from Curt, subtly.

“You can pay me back,” Curt mumbled in her ear as they walked into a dimly lit hallway. She was hyper aware of everything, feeling on edge in an unfamiliar environment. It didn't help that Scott was right behind her. She knew everyone else was either already there or would be on their way. She hoped she wouldn't still be a target of ridicule for Kevin.

She knew it might have looked odd, but she stuck closely to Curt. He ordered himself a double shot of Jack Daniels and a single for her as her inaugural drink.

It set her throat afire and stalled her breath as she swallowed it in one gulp with immediate regret.

“Oh my god, that tasted like ass and fire and every bad decision I've ever made,” she blurted out. Those in her close vicinity laughed and clapped, “Don't ever do that again,”

Curt downed his double easily and motioned for another. Scott also had a double of something similarly amber.

She looked at the bartender pathetically. He was cute, hopefully she could flirt her way into a better drink.

“Help,” she leaned on the bar, pleading.

“Don't worry honey, I got you. This one's on me.” His dimples deepened when he smiled as he pulled out a short glass, filled it with ice cubes. She watched as he picked up a bottle labeled Knob Creek and a bottle of some sort of juice. He poured them over The ice in equal amounts and stuck in a tiny straw, “If you don't like this, I'll make you something else,”

She was reticent, but stirred the drink before taking a gentle sip.

“Oh my god,” she took a bigger sip, “This is amazing,” another long drink until it was nothing but ice.

“Damn,” Scott ordered himself another, “get her another one, on my tab. Make this one a triple,”

She met his eyes, trying to determine his intentions. He still didn't seem as friendly as they had been, but he wasn't giving her the cold shoulder.

“Thank you,” she took the drink and sipped it through the straw still maintaining his gaze. She coughed slightly at the stronger notes of whiskey, but did not set it down, heeding Scott's warning.

Luckily, she wasn't much of the focus, pinned in the back of a circular booth by bodies on either side of her. She was entertained by road and personal stories, learning more about her coworkers tonight than she had in the previous months. She saw their kids’ photos, even. She was so entertained, that she had forgotten that Scott was on one side of her, their legs occasionally touching.

She also hadn't needed to worry about paying for a drink all night, but only accepted them if delivered by a server. She was stuck for the evening as long as Curt and Scott wanted to drink, which by their stature and tolerance, afforded them a lot more time.

Brinkley finished the most recent of what she learned were whiskey sours. She felt a slight haze of dizziness, but couldn't land on how many she'd had. She didn't think it was that many, but couldn’t seem to count past four.

“Probably oughta cut you off,” Scott said. Curt was up shooting darts with Bret, beating him as easily as he had everyone else. His Mr. Perfect gimmick didn't seem that far-fetched.

“Why?” She looked up at him squinting even though the bar was quite dim, “I've only had a couple,”

“Three alone are on my tab, Curt bought you one, one was on the house, and at least one of the guys bought you one,” he recounted, “No, two, Kev bought you that one,” he pointed at her glass of only ice.

“He did?” She looked shocked, “but he was mean to me,” she looked around for him, her head moving unusually slow.

“Was he?” Scott knew what she was referring to and tried to forget what he'd heard her say, “That's probably why it doesn't have alcohol in it.” He laughed at her shocked reaction.

“Yes, he was really mean. I can't really…remember how but I KNOW he was,” she tried slurping more from the glass, only managing to find melted ice, “And I'm really nice,” she defended. She looked around again and noticed they were the only two left in the booth. Everyone had left for pool, darts, local talent, or were at the bar.

“Is that so?” Scott sipped beer from a bottle.

“Yes, I am,” she found herself remembering why he might believe something opposite, “I didn't mean what you heard, by the way,” she was only slightly dizzy. She wondered how many of her drinks had been virgins.

“Doesn't make any difference to me,” he tried to shrug off the subject.

“I didn't mean what I said how you thought I said it, though. It makes a difference to me.” her brain struggled to connect the right words with what she wanted to say. She instinctively placed a hand on his forearm as if trying to impart her sincerity.

“How did you mean it then? What else is there to regret,” he sounded angry, but he didn't pull away.

“The ring. How I was in the ring.” She said quickly, “Russo just wanted me to kiss Dally tonight because I did the stripping thing with you last night.” Her own clarity came back to her, “To be really honest, I don't regret doing the strip tease at all, but I just didn't like how the suits took it,”

Scott was quiet for a moment processing her words and deciding if she was indeed, being sincere. She was looking at him, her eyes didn't shift or falter.

“I'd never regret kissing you,” she said now, plainly.

“Alright, I believe you,” he knew she'd harp on about it if he didn't give her something, “but, you have to make it up to me,” he countered. He noticed a sultry flash in her eyes and now had to wonder how far she'd actually go to make it up to him.

“What- what do you want?” She asked, scooting slightly closer to him, “What do you want me to do?”

“You're the one apologizing,” he took a long swig of beer, not taking his eyes off of her, “What are you gonna do for me?” He was careful in how he worded the vollied question.

With how long she was quiet, Scott could tell a number of things were running through her mind.

“Well…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “You could do anything you wanted. To me,” she wished she had another drink, hard or soft. Her mouth felt as dry as a desert.

Scott’s eyes widened a little, but he managed not to spit out his beer at the surprise of such an open ended invitation.

“Anything I want, huh?” He tried to think of something that would make him feel better AND put her in her place, but her green doe eyes looking at him made any fiendish scheming difficult.

“Well…to start, you're getting a real drink,” he motioned for the server and ordered two double top shelf Scotches, neat.

Brinkley remembered the whiskey from earlier and was timid to say the least about something that Scott considered strong.

“Drink up,” he took a big sip of his own, but did not down it.

She looked nervously at the placid amber liquid.

“Half?” She asked hopefully.

“If you meant ‘anything’, then all of it. And that ain't the end of it either,” he took the glass and pushed it closer to her.

“1, 2, 3” She counted in her head before grabbing it tossing it back like had before. If there was ever something to regret, it would have been this. She slapped the table, feeling her body want to reject all of what she just ingested.

She coughed through the fiery burn, her eyes watering.

“Oh my GOD,” she managed out in response, “You actually like that stuff?”

Scott snickered.

“Yeah, that's a real man's drink. Puts hair on your chest.” he sipped more of his.

“Well I'll leave that to you. You rock that look better than anyone,” she turned her glass upside down so there was no chance it would be refilled.

“I do, do I?” He questioned, noting her delayed embarrassment.

“I mean…yeah. But you know that already, don't you? Isn't that why you only wear the small trunks? To show off?” She tried to defend herself only to dig a deeper hole.

“Not really. Was the cheapest gear when I started out. But good to know it's appreciated,”

“What else?” She asked him, receiving a confused look, “What else do you want me to do?” She reiterated.

“Give Kev a lap dance,” he smirked with a wicked gleam in his eye. He saw the panic cross her face as she looked at Kevin for a moment, the center of attention at the bar.

“I…I meant…I meant like, for you,” she stumbled, her head was swimming more now, the scotch working quickly.

“You said anything,” he wanted her to earn that apology. He didn't want to hurt her, but his deviousness outplayed him.

“She probably needs to head on back to the car,” Curt stopped by the table between rounds, noticing her glassy eyes, “I got one more game,” he set the car keys on the table.

Scott was disappointed for his own game to be interrupted, but there were no time limits on her apology.

“I'll get her back to the car,” Scott downed the rest of his beer, “but I'm not babysitting,”

Sliding out of the booth, she felt like she was moving very fast. But as she stood, she realized she'd forgotten how to. She grabbed Scott's arm to keep from collapsing.

“Scott, something is wrong with my legs,” she panicked, “they don't work, oh god, I'm paralyzed.” She tried to move her feet and they did, but not cooperatively.

“Jesus, you're not paralyzed,” he moved her arm to his shoulder, “hang on to me,” he might have still been haunted by her words of regret, but he couldn't leave her unattended in this state. He flipped off the hecklers as he helped her stumble out into the dark night.

“Scott, my legs, something is wrong,” she repeated, forgetting she had already said so.

“I know, I know, you're paralyzed,” Scott braced her against him while opening the door to the backseat.

“I am?!” She gasped, poking her thighs.

“Good god,” Scott grumbled, trying to position her in the seat. She held onto his shirt with tight fists and tripping over her own feet she fell into the floorboard. She nearly took Scott with her. He lifted her at least to the seat, his body positioned over her as she still held onto him.

Though drunk, she still was startled by the position she found herself in. It sobered her slightly as even in the dim parking lot, she could still make out his strikingly handsome features.

“I thought you were still mad at me,” she said softly. He didn't answer, but she could see his jaw clench.

“I should be. I didn't get my full apology,” he said cooly.

“I told you, “ She said earnestly, “I didn't regret anything with you! I wanted that, I really did,” she fervently continued, looking at his lips,” and I want it again,” she lowered her voice, hoping to see a receptive glint in his eye.

“I'm not sure you really do, you're drunk, girl,” his voice rumbled like thunder.

“Not that drunk,” her hands released his shirt, instead laying flat against his chest. One slid upwards, running her finger tips over his stubble. Her thumb brushed over his lips,”maybe just drunk enough to be honest. Don't you want to kiss me again?”

“I don't know. Who knows what you'll go around telling people this time,” he couldn't help his insulting tone.

“I never regretted kissing you. I've wanted to for a long, long time,” her eyes didn't betray her tone, looking up at him with an expectant want.

“Don't be mad at me in the morning,” he mumbled, leaning down. She lifted up to meet his lips, snaking her arms around his neck.

“I could never be mad at someone as hot as you,” she mumbled against his lips, letting him deepen it quickly. He punished her with the kiss. An insistent, demanding kiss, his tongue probing hers with dominating force. She gasped and whimpered as she tried to maintain, but did not pull away.

Scott felt her legs clamp around his hips and he couldn't help grinding between her legs a bit. He wasn't completely hard, thanks to the alcohol, but if she kept rubbing against him, that would change.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered as he dipped to her neck. She nearly writhed under him, gasping his name. The graze of his stubble burned her skin, but his lips and tongue sent a fiery tingle through her. She moved against him, feeling desperate.

“I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he admitted, looking down into her eyes. He shouldn't take it there. Making out was one thing. But fucking her half hanging out of a rental car in a seedy parking lot was not exactly what he'd pictured. And definitely not having to get her drunk to do it.

He had to catch her hands from pawing lower, much against his own wishes. He pinned her wrists on either side of her head, but kissed her again before she could protest. He still moved along with the motion of her body, swallowing up her whimpers with groans of pleasure of his own.

Brinkley felt her body tingling, the heat emanated from between her legs. She could feel his growing lump pressing into her and before she realized what was happening, she came, moaning into his lips. Her body stiffened as she did.

Scott paused, looking down at her listless gaze. Her mouth parted slightly, she looked beautiful when she came, like she was surprised her body could elicit such a response.

“Did you just,” he started, feeling her tremor a little beneath him. He couldn’t believe she had cum that easily for him. He fought the urge to slip his fingers in her pants to feel just how wet she got.

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, feeling a sluggish embarrassment creeping in, “I…I'm sorry,” she stammered.

“Don't be,” he fought with himself over moving forward. If he let himself just go, it might be over quickly from just the heat of the moment. Looking down at her he couldn’t stop his hand from lowering to his belt.

Within a few moments, he felt her hands pushing on him, hard. He nearly toppled over as she scrambled out from underneath him and barely made it to the edge of the trunk before she threw up.

Brinkley coughed, sinking to her knees as she leaned her forehead against the tail light. She felt suddenly tired as she tried to recover. It wasn't any more pleasant on the way out as it was in.

Scott sat on the edge of the backseat, running a hand over his head. What was he thinking with this girl?

“Glad to see you're not babysitting,” Curt said in jest, noticing her slumped against the rear quarter panel.

“I should be charging you by the hour for this,” he stood and walked behind Brinkley, grabbing her under her arms and lifting her into the backseat. She was not long from passing out, groaning as she was moved.

Brinkley tried to sit up, but decided against it as gravity fought her. She was hit by a sudden sleepiness and gave in to it.

Curt peered around the door to see her passed out, he glanced at Scott who was already walking around to the front passenger door.

“These new kids just can't keep up,” He said. climbing in the driver’s seat. He probably shouldn’t have been driving, but he felt clear headed enough and the hotel was just around the corner.

“Yeah, gonna take a while to get that one up to speed,” Scott tried to ignore the ache in the crotch of his jeans. It would only get worse unless he took care of it himself. He couldn’t help but think any self satisfaction would be disappointing. He tried not to feel guilty keeping what had happened from Curt.

“Did you guys make up at least,” Curt teased, seeing Scott turn into his inward sulking mood that he often did when embarrassed.

“We’re straight,” He left it at that. But he couldn’t deny part of him was relieved that she didn’t in fact regret kissing him.

Curt carried her to their room; Scott assisted but quickly left. Curt was curious as to what happened in the backseat, but the only other witness was passed out and would likely have a blurry memory of the events tomorrow at best.

He resisted undressing her for bed. He didn’t need to make any poor decisions tonight either.

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Brinkley woke with a pressure in her head that she was sure was from a literal vice screwed onto her skull. The room was dark but somehow too bright. She groaned as she sat up, feeling like she had been beaten and left for dead.

“Curt?” She called out, but regretted a second later, holding her temple.

He came out of the bathroom in just a towel, combing through his damp hair.

“It’s about time you got up, lazy bones,” He chuckled at her pale, pitiful appearance, “Might want to start making your way to the toilet now.” He suggested.

“Why don’t you look like shit,” She found it incredibly unfair that she was the only one suffering.

“Well, I would recommend that as soon as possible you take those pills on the table,” He motioned to her bedside where a pile of pills sat, “It’s just tylenol. But a lot of it. It's gonna be the best option,” He knew from years of experience on the road what worked and what didn’t. There might have been something better in more of the narcotic line, but she had rejected those in the past. He couldn’t blame her.

“If anything goes in my mouth, I’m gonna throw up,” She rubbed her hand across her forehead.

“Anything?” Curt placed his hand on his towel as if he were going to remove it, laughing when he received only a middle finger in response.

She did make it to the bathroom and she did get the pills down as recommended, but was mortified when told next it was important to put food on top of it. She was not looking forward to that part. Slowly the night before was coming back to her.

“Did…did Scott bring me back?” She started to recall ‘walking’ out of the bar with him. She recalled she was still in the clothes from last night when she first woke. That brought some relief (with its own disappointment).

“He took you to the car, bent you over the hood and went at it. Rest of the guys ran a train on you.” Curt spun a tale.

Brinkley looked at him, unamused as they left the room.

“What, no sense of humor when you're hungover?” He nudged her and she groaned.

“No. Nothing good exists right now,” she whined as they walked into the diner next door. The smells that greeted her were not exactly welcome.

“Well…you made out with him in the back of the car,” Curt said, acknowledging the group in the back at a large table.

“What-” she hissed, seeing Scott drinking coffee at the table. She remembered him talking to her. She had a feeling in her gut that it was friendly. And with the way he was looking at her now, she doubted Curt was pulling her leg.

“Nah, just fucking with you,” Curt's teasing just left her more unsure.

They took two seats at the busy table. Brinkley drank the black coffee at Steve's suggestion, slowly. It seemed to help, but she paced herself.

The egg whites and toast Curt had ordered for her stared her down as if they were a threat.

“I'd eat pretty quick if you took the ‘road remedy’,” Kevin nodded towards her plate. She tried not to complain too much and picked up her fork. Scott didn't say anything, but he never took his eyes off of her.

She managed enough to placate Curt, leaning on her hand as she finished.

“Can't I just go back to bed?” She managed barely above a wine, “we have today off,” she followed up. It was met with stilted laughter.

“We don't have a show…but there's still work. We are doing a radio show this afternoon. Gym time, usually go to a couple sites and let fans get photo ops, cop a few feels,” Curt slid an itinerary over to her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she laid her head on the table, “Just for a little bit? It says 4pm…we can do the gym right before. I can get at least a couple hours,” she tried to convince Curt.

He looked at her as if mulling it over.

“I don't know, you might need some extra gym time, the road is making you soft.” Curt went to pinch her ribs, but she slapped his hand away.

“No I'm not!” She hotly contested his remark, “Kevin, am I getting soft?” She stood and turned to either side. He sipped coffee but looked her over.

“Nah, pretty hard little body,” he glanced at Scott to see if it would elicit a response. Scott looked at him immediately.

“See? And he doesn't even like me,” she countered smugly.

“Well I'm headed out, so it's now.” Curt left money for his check on the table.

“I'm not going until later,” Scott spoke up, “She can ride with us,”

Brinkley looked up at Scott to Kevin and back to Scott. What a double edged sword that option was. She paused to think before speaking.

“I’m fine with that,” She looked back at Curt, “I’ll just meet you there,”

Curt looked at her for a moment before shrugging, “Doesn’t matter to me,” though he found himself a little irritated that she wouldn’t be in tow. He’d wanted to get some one on one workout time with her.

“Thank. God.” She said standing, “I’m going back to bed. Please come get me before you leave. If I’m not down here, I’m in 417,”

Curt stood as well, handing his keycard to Scott, “She’ll sleep through an earthquake.”

Brinkley looked down at the keycard and then to Scott. At that moment, more of the previous night returned to her. Including him grinding on top of her.

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She lay in bed, but now of course, sleep eluded her. She was still exhausted, but she couldn’t stop replaying the reel of the night before, over and over. It had actually happened. The attraction went both ways. She felt some relief that she’d been able to explain to him that he’d misheard her. She wondered if she should revisit the subject now that her mind was a little more clear.

She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t shut off her mind. She hoped a shower would help. She let the steaming water flow over her, taking advantage of her extended free time. She couldn’t keep from feeling flustered that she had cum with him like that. She wondered what had gone through his mind. Probably not a lot since immediately after she’d gotten sick. She was sure that was a mood killer.

She grabbed a towel and dried herself, wrapping it around her chest as she walked back into the room.

She was startled by a figure sitting on the edge of one bed, cursing out loud in surprise.

“Dammit! What are you doing,” her hand flew to her chest as a spike of adrenaline coursed through her.

Scott stood looking at her in only a short, thin hotel towel.

“I, uh…I thought you might have wanted me to come by,” He looked her up and down without shame for doing so. She was still somewhat wet from the shower, her dark, damp curls clinging to each shoulder, “You had the room to yourself, took a shot,” He exuded confidence now.

Brinkley had half a mind to just drop her towel to see what he’d do next. She held it on her though, the knot weak.

“What exactly are you getting at?” she walked around him, not taking her eyes off of him as she headed to her bag.

“Well, now that you’re sober, I wouldn’t feel bad about finding out what the rest of you tastes like.” He took a couple steps toward her.

She felt as if the breath had been knocked from her chest and she braced herself against the table her bag laid on. She didn’t retreat as he took a couple more steps toward her.

“Unless you want me to leave,” He followed up, making no move to do so.

She shook her head slowly biting her lip, but struggling to speak.

Scott felt an intense arousal spread through him.

“And as long as you don’t think you’ll regret it,” He couldn’t help saying so, his pride still recovering from the damage.

“I told you I didn’t regret anything with you. Maybe, just that we were interrupted.” She found her voice as her hand loosened on the towel.

“Would you have fucked me in the pool,” He said with a direct crassness that made Brinkley’s sex throb.

She looked down, noticing a sizable lump below his belt. She nodded slowly as his hand lifted to the top edge of her towel.

He yanked his hand away as several clicks came from the door and it opened. Scott was only able to take a half step back before Curt walked in.

Curt could tell he had walked in on more than just a conversation. He looked between both of them, quickly noticing how little was covering his protege.

“Gym was closed, didn't open until 2, grabbed another key from the front desk,” He held up the card, “What, uh, what exactly is going on in here?”

“Just talking about the match tomorrow,” Scott lied through his teeth, “Brink here had a good idea for interference. Just working it out,”

She looked between both men and nodded in agreement with Scott’s lie. She knew Curt knew better though. They were not getting anything past him.

“I see. And? What’d you come up with?” He walked in the room now, nonchalant.

“She needs to use her training. She said she could work in a drop toe hold and take a fallaway slam from me,” He said, obviously not the first time he’d thought about it.

“I think she’s capable of that,” Curt crossed his arms looking at her.

She nodded after a moment, wetting her dry mouth the best she could.

“Yeah…I could. I’d want to practice first.” She looked at Scott.

“Sure, there’s a couple of rings around town. Let me make some calls, we can probably use their gym, too.” Scott’s hands were on his hips, again left in frustration. He reluctantly walked away from her.

“Yeah, just let us know, man,” Curt said, watching Scott leave. Once they were alone again, he looked back at Brinkley with a knowing but questioning look, “So…what did I walk in on. And I don’t believe his bullshit story-, even though it's a good idea,”

“I was in the shower. When I got out, he was just in here,” She shrugged, holding her towel up still.

Curt looked her up and down as well. It would be a shame not to take advantage of the situation before him. Just because Scott missed out didn’t mean he had to. He knew if he just waited though, she would likely initiate.

“Did something happen last night that I don't know about?” He knew immediately from her sheepish expression that something happened in the car.

“Just…a kiss,” She shifted awkwardly, but looking at Curt in a tank top as his workout shorts was shifting her arousal to a new target. Her eyes must’ve said as much, as Curt smirked.

“That’s it?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Then I got sick,” She shrugged.

“Well from the looks of it he was about to pounce on you,” He motioned toward the door, “Like he was about to eat you alive,”

“No…” She fibbed, “Just business,” She turned to her bag and picked out an outfit to wear to the gym. She tried to ignore the toy tucked in the corner. She could definitely use some alone time to sit on that for a while.

As she turned back around, Curt stood directly in front of her. His sudden proximity startled her a bit, but her mood instantly changed as she was flooded with his scent.

“Just business huh?” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the top of the towel, “So you mean to tell me, if I reach under that towel, that pussy isn’t going to be wet?”

“Well,” She gulped again, feeling odd about wanting another man just moments after nearly bedding another, “it might be now…,” “Can’t be from me,” He scoffed.

“I think you underestimate how you affect me,” She said, her lax grip allowing the towel to fall. She tried not to blush as his eyes looked her up and down.

“Are you asking to use your pass?” He questioned, resisting the impulse to reach out and touch her, “Or are you just really hard up for Scott and trying to use me in place of him,”

“I don’t need to pretend it's anyone else with you,” She reached out and pulled him gently by the shirt towards her, “But if you want to use me, I don’t mind,” Her statement reminded him that he couldn’t be too upset without skirting hypocrisy being a married man.

“I want you to wait, one more day,” He asked, chuckling at the pouty disappointment on her face. He let down his restraint and let his hands slide along her body, cupping a breast and twisting a nipple gently between his fingers, “At least for my dick, can you do that for me?” He continued to roam her body, looking down at her needy face.

“Yes, Daddy,” She sulked, “I can wait,”

“That’s my good girl,” He leaned down to kiss her, rough against her lips with his. He knelt in front of her, letting his lips slide down her skin. He parted her legs, propping one of them over his shoulder before letting his broad tongue lick up her pussy. Her sweetness was welcome and she was indeed plentifully wet. He flicked past her clit repeatedly, making her whimper with each pass.

She threaded her fingers into his hair, her hips rolling along with the pace of his tongue. Looking down at his delicious lips exploring her sex evoked a surge of desire. She already felt the tingle of her orgasm building and she willed it forward. Her legs nearly buckled when he sunk two fingers in her primed entrance, working in time with his experienced mouth.

“Fuck….Daddy…I’m gonna cum,” She groaned, her eyes locked on his actions. His response was to thrash his tongue over her, suckling on her sensitive clit and punishing her pussy with the strokes of his fingers.

Brinkley covered her mouth with her own hand to keep from crying out in pleasure as she came, his oral assault continued. He wasn’t satisfied with one. Or with two. And the third he forced with such a demand that he did have to prop her up as her legs gave way.

Her legs quivered even as Curt helped her lie down. Quickly, she found the sleep that had earlier eluded her. She slept well, waking up again feeling much more rested as Curt stirred her.

“Scott found a ring,” He said softly, “Gotta go now though,”

She nodded, yawning, grabbing the outfit she’d set out earlier. Meeting in the lobby, Scott and Kevin waited for them. Once at the car, she realized they would have an extra passenger. Kevin quickly took the front seat. Being the tallest, he felt entitled to it. As she got into the backseat, Scott slid in next to her.

“Have a good nap, Brink?” He asked, taking a moment to look her up and down again.

“Um, yeah…I feel a lot better now,” She timidly responded, remembering how close Scott had been to ripping her towel off.

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She was not uncomfortable in the ring. She asked Curt to warm up with her, out of habit she was just more comfortable with him. She knew that would need to change if she ever wanted to have legitimate matches. But for today, she got her jitters out and tried to get into work mode as Scott stepped through the ropes, Kevin stepping over the top rope.

“Why do you do that?” She asked him, pulling up her elbow sleeves, “How does that not smash the goods? Everybody will still know you're tall if you step through like a normal person.”

Scott failed in his attempt to restrain a laugh, turning away from Kevin.

“It doesn't smash anything. I barely touch it,” he defended, looking back at the rope.

Brinkley looked at him skeptically, “I have eyes,” she reminded him, “ I can see,”

“Can we add a powerbomb to her schedule?” Kevin asked, not a fan of being called out.

“She gets what she gets,” Curt shrugged, “Only way she'll learn to watch that mouth,” he warmed up his joints by circling his arms and pulling on the ropes. Brinkley mimicked him as everyone else stood outside on the edge of the apron.

“Funny that you think I'd ever stop being mouthy,” she quipped right before they locked up. She let him take the lead, taking a few bumps and running some rope drills. Once she was warmed up, Curt tagged Scott in. She reminded herself that this was work. Anything inside the ring was work and everything on the outside stayed there.

Her nerves didn’t get to her as she practiced sliding under the bottom rope and safely tripping up Scott. She scrambled away, being caught by her ankle and Scott would drag her back to the middle. She placed a foot in his gut and he sold it, but grabbed her again as she tried to get away. He threw her into the ropes and caught her in a front body carry.

“Tuck your arms and try to fall on your side and roll to the back,” he coached her. “Kev will pull you out after that. Curt goes to check on you and I roll him up for a 2 count.”

She tried to stay relaxed as he held on to her, one arm under her shoulder, the other between her thighs. She did her own part of helping hold herself up on him. She felt a tingle in her stomach as he fell backwards and hoisted her over his head. The bump didn't hurt, but it was hard. The ring mat made an awful smack.

The rest of the spot worked well, but she asked to practice it a few more times. Scott was more than willing, each pass was more and more natural. She still got that flutter in the stomach when she was thrown over his head, but there was something so thrilling about being manhandled.

Once she was satisfied, she and Kev headed towards the gym as Scott and Curt volunteered to wipe down the ring.

“You did a good job with that one,” Scott complimented as he started with the turnbuckles, “Considering she had very little ring experience at all. You'd never know it looking at her now.”

“Yeah, training her wasn't really too hard. She would keep at something until it was perfect. She was pickier than I was. She probably ran a marathon trying to get her rope runs down. Kept getting tangled up in her own feet,” Curt laughed, remembering what would have made a fantastic blooper reel,”But she's got a lot of potential if they'll use her right,”

“Yeah…that's a big ‘if’,” Scott knew women didn't get many chances to not just be eye candy these days. Some were starting to blaze a trail, but it wouldn't be without its pushbacks, “She'll be okay if she just speaks up for herself,”

“Don't think that's going to be a problem for her,” Curt looked up a she told Kevin to ‘hold his fucking horses’ in the background, “Hey, I've been meaning to talk to you about,” Curt looked back over his shoulder, “our plan,”

“Kinda wondered if that was off the table,” Scott said, lowering his voice, “hadn't said anything about it for a while,”

“Nah, still on if you're still interested,” Curt said. He wasn't stupid, he knew Scott was more than interested. He knew there was no work talk going on in that room earlier.

“Yeah, man, sounds like a good time to me,” Scott said cooly, acting as if he could take or leave the opportunity. His inner voice betrayed that coolness. It continued to bring up every encounter, every touch, every longing glance from across the room.

“Was thinking about tomorrow night. After the show we only have to drive a couple hours. Would have plenty of time, especially if we snuck out of the show early.” Curt had been working the plan out on his own, “gonna try and figure out where everyone else plans to go, then head somewhere different.”

“Sounds like a plan, I think we go on second to last though. Steve and Bill have the main event.” Scott tried to remember tomorrow's card.

“That'll give us time to leave. I think it still works,” Curt looked back at her as she laughed at something the gym owner said.

“I'm there,” Scott confirmed. If anything at least that would be a guarantee. He could hangout tonight with the boys and drown all his thoughts until they ceased. At least for one night.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #a bunch of other wrestlers from this time period

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You wear yellow and yoyr mistaken to be a twin

@vaguewaves she started this story and she's amazing for helping me with a few other stories this week

Stop stealing my kid

Pepa was cuddled up with Felix on their sofa in the living room in early December. The fire was simmering, and there was a small drizzle outside as a small amount of melancholy was washing over her, she wasn't fully sure why but it might be due to her newest little miracle she was sheltering in her womb. Felix kissed her bump which was just starting to show this week.

She looked over her shoulder then whispered "I wish my brother was here... he could tell us the gender of our little one, and we could have a party."

Felix sighed and squeezed her hand, rubbing his thumb along hers gently. He knew no advice he could offer would be satisfying for her, as the deep loss his wife felt wasn't something he could heal. All he could do for now was just let her let it out.

After a brief moment of quiet, he spoke up again. "I think it will be another little girl."

"I don't think I would mind this time, but it would be nice for Cami to have a little brother."

The skies went milder as she thought about it.

A ten year old Mirabel poked her head round the corner into the living room, her hair was covered in petals as she had secretly been playing in her sister’s room. Her mum and her sisters were out on the town preparing for the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, but Mira stopped wanting to go and help with stuff like that since she barely got to do anything when she did go.

"Tía!" She exclaimed and ran up, almost jumping on her before she remembered the baby and stopped quickly, using her tio’s shoulder for balance. ”Can I sit on your lap?"

Pepa nodded and got comfortable before opening her arms and Mira clambered into them, enjoying the kind and warm presence of her aunt.

"Have you been in your sister’s room again? I hope you didn't make a mess Mira, you know she doesn't like that."

"But my room is boring..." She mumbled and looked down a bit sadly.

Pepa lifted Mira's chin up "I'm sure we can find something to do there. Want me to come up with you?"

The little girl’s eyes lit up at the chance to play games with her Tía, she basically catapulted herself out of Pepa’s lap and ran so fast to the stairs that she tripped but luckily Casita cushioned her fall. Mira quickly got back up and clambered up the stairs on all fours.

When the pair entered Mirabel's room Pepa saw her sewing machine, but no fabric. lots of failed pieces that mirabel couldn’t manage to salvage that were now subsided to test scraps.

"See Tia there's nothing in here to do! I ran out of materials to sew with and even then I can't make anything, all the dresses I've tried to make I keep messing up. Either the measurements are off or I mess up the stitch and can’t fix it,” Mirabel complained

“I could show you a thing or two, if you want mi sobrina, believe it or not I know how to make clothes, and most of my dresses that I wear like this one,” Pepa said twirling in front the girl, “I made myself,”

“Wow! you made this for real? I could never do something so extraordinary by myself. Can you show me? please please please!” Mirabel asked, jumping up and down tugging a bit at Pepa’s yellow dress.

“That’s a three pesos word mi vida, and I wouldn’t call this extraordinary. I made it when I was around Isabela’s age and it’s far from perfect,” Pepa said lifting up the edge of her skirt to show Mirabel the crooked seams that are around the bottom.

“But you don’t see that though, it’s on the floor next to your feet, i always mess up on the middle, where the top part comes up to connect with the skirt, and the sleeves are always uneven,” Mirabel told, telling her Tia where she messed up the most.

“Well, I can teach you some things, but we need to get some materials to work with, what do you say about a trip to Senora Alejandra’s for some fabric and threads?” Pepa asked,

“Can we?” Mirabel asked, unsure. what she was unsure about she had no idea but that quickly left when her aunt nodded.

“Let me get my espadrilles from my room and we’ll go” Pepa told, Mirabel quickly got down on the floor to find her own espadrilles as Pepa took a short walk to her room to get her own.

Once they both got their shoes on they made their way downstairs to let Felix know they were heading out.

“Do you want me to come with so I can carry things for you?” Felix asked, knowing if Pepa went anywhere with her youngest niece she was going to get spoiled and they would come home with bags and bags full of all kinds of things. Pepa would get some things for the baby, and Mirabel would buy as much fabric as Pepa would allow her to buy, and lord knows if those two went in Osvaldo’s; they would come out with a huge basket of sweets and candies of all kinds.

“That'd be nice, a little shopping before I teach Mirabel how to make all kinds of gorgeous dresses and skirts,” Pepa said, pulling her husband off the sofa.

They grabbed their jackets from the hook at the door and headed out, making the walk first to Senora Alejandra for their fabric needs.

In town square where Julieta was working at her stand, she looked up for a moment to see her sister and Felix taking Mirabel to Alejandra’s shop. Julieta smiled warmly at this. Her baby girl spending time with her aunt before her baby cousin’s born and taking up all of Pepa’s time.

Mirabel was a typically happy kid, but after her gift ceremony she lost a lot of her happiness. Julieta had figured out that Pepa somehow brought out the happy little girl Julieta had known for the first five years of Mirabel’s life. How, she had no idea, but Pepa just had this bright and fun personality that made even the harshest winters feel warm.

After an hour in Alejandra’s they walked into Osvaldo’s. Before Felix ushered them out, Pepa seemingly steaming out the ears with a rumbling thunder cloud hanging over her head and Mirabel shyly hidden behind the pair. Julieta could only assume Osvaldo had opened his mouth and said too much and pissed Pepa off for taking little jabs at Mirabel whenever he could.

The trio walked toward Julieta’s stand to say hello before heading home, Felix carrying two large rolls of fabric while Mirabel held the bag of threads. Pepa had a small envelope in her hand that contained needles for Mirabel’s sewing machine.

“Mija, it’s good to see you! what are you and Pepa up to today?” Julieta asked leaning down to kiss her youngest’s cheeks all while hearing those shrill little giggles and squeals she loved so much.

“i’m going to teach her how to make dresses and properly take measurements,” Pepa answered as Mirabel stole an arepa from the covered basket.

“That’s good, it’ll give her something to do so she can stay out of this cold weather,” Julieta said, knowing Mirabel was slightly more susceptible to the seasonal cold.

“It surely will mi hermana, come on Mirabel, let’s go,” Pepa called Mirabel to leave before she ate anymore of her mother’s healing food.

“Adios mi bebe, I’ll see you at home,” Julieta called as she watched her sister and daughter practically skip back to casita, full of excitement and joy.

When they returned home Mirabel and Pepa went back to Mirabel’s room with all of their supplies.

“How about we start with something easy, say a new nightgown for you. we can use the light cotton here to make it and I can show you how to do the measurements,” Pepa suggested, pointing out a light yellow cotton material.

“Ok, and once I can do it by myself, then I can make cooler stuff from this fabric, right?” Mirabel asked, pointing to a roll of bright yellow fabric that looked similar to Pepa’s dress.

“Right, but for now let’s take your measurements,” Pepa said, pulling the light blue measuring tape from the cloth bag near Mirabel’s feet.

“To start, we’ll do your height,” Pepa said gently pushing Mirabel against the wall to have her stand straight to accurately measure her. she took a piece of paper from mirabel’s desk and wrote down the measurement.

“next your chest, for girls we do two, it’s called bust and upper bust. For the upper, you want to go right under your collarbone and make sure the measuring tape is under your arms,” Pepa explained, placing the tape around Mirabel. She wrote that measurement down and moved on to the bust measurement.

“This measurement you want to go around the fullest part of your chest. Usually if you lay the tape over your buds, that is usually the fullest part, sometimes it can be higher but mostly it goes right across your buds,” Pepa explained as she aligned the tape.

After about twenty minutes pepa was showing mirabel how to cut the fabric, and then she showed Mirabel how to do the bottom hems and how to flatten the seams so they weren’t irritating. She showed Mirabel how to do the collar and then how to put it all together. giving her little pieces of advice to help her.

When Julieta came home, Mirabel ran downstairs in a little yellow nightgown, and if it weren’t for Mirabel telling her excitedly that she made it, she would’ve assumed it was one of Dolores’s old ones.

“you made this? it looks gorgeous,” Julieta complimented, making Mirabel look even happier than before.

If she was being honest Julieta couldn’t believe Mirabel had made a nightgown on her own.

Mirabel skipped off to go change, even though she didn’t want to as Pepa walked into the kitchen with her hair tied in a bun and her glasses resting on her forehead.

“All by herself. I cut and made one to show her and then she followed my instructions as she did it on her own,” in a few years she’ll be sewing dresses like crazy,” Pepa said as she sat at the table.

Weeks followed, and Pepa continued to teach Mirabel many sewing techniques. By February Mirabel was walking around town in a yellow dress she made.

By Mirabel’s 11th birthday, she only ever wore the yellow dresses she made, which with Mirabel spending lots of time with her Tia made sense. But over time people began to call Mirabel Pepa’s daughter, which started to annoy Julieta.

More time passed and as pepa was nearing her due date it seemed that mirabel was being called camilo’s twin. with many of the fall babies being needing a babysitter camilo had recruited mirabel to help since both of them loved all the kids, and mirabel wearing her yellow dresses every day, made it look like the two young madrigals were twins.

by the evening when all the kids were in their rooms julieta was preparing tea while pepa sat at the table.

“... and everyone is calling them the madrigal twins, it’s crazy hermano,” agustin said as he and felix came in after chopping wood for julieta.

“pepa, could you talk to mirabel or something and get her wearing blue again, everyone’s confusing her as being yours since she’s wearing those yellow dresses, plus its a little annoying when people think your child is your sister’s, remember when dolores and isabela wanted to match and people began to think dolores was my daughter,” julieta requested, reminding pepa of the summer isabela and dolores wore matching blue dresses all summer long and everyone was starting to think dolores was actually isabela’s sister.

“of course mi hermana,” pepa said getting up and beginning to walk toward the stairs

“oh and by the way could you stop stealing my kid,” julieta teased

“only if you promise not to try to take mi bebe as your own,” pepa said back walking up the stairs.

“fine,” julieta yelled rolling out the dough for the bunuelos.

Hope you enjoy ❤

#encanto comic #madrigal sisters #bruno magridal #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #encanto headcanons #encanto disney #encanto bruno #encanto au #madrigal twins #young mirabel #mirabel and pepa #cute aunt and niece #felix is a good husband #pepa loves mirabel #julieta is a little jealous of her sister

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