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justlemmeadoreyou · 6 months

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a misfortune | (mechanic!harry part 1)

Okay, so here is my version of the grumpy!harry x sunshine!yn trope. I had midterms so this got a bit late! Sorry! I don't rhink you waited for my shitty writing, but here it is (forcefully)

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Summary: Harry is a grumpy asshole, but he is also a mechanic that you are in desperate need of. Sunshine!reader x Grumpy! harry trope

Word Count: ~2k

8 hours.

That's how long you've been in the backseat of your car, and chewing on your already swollen nails. All your belongings, from clothes to your oversized makeup bag, toiletries, blankets, bedsheets, and even your electronic gadgets, are crammed beside you on the backseat. Your life has spiraled into chaos because your landlord has kicked you out.

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you recall the moments that have led you to this bleak situation. It isn't fair, which is something you think. That isn't true though. You haven't paid your proper rent in nearly six months, frequently stumbling home at obnoxious hours, blasting loud music when you were drunk and high, and you hadn't even bothered to check the 15-day eviction notice that arrived almost 20 days ago. So, yes, your landlord had every right to kick you out.

You were irresponsible, reckless, and didn't give two cares until you became homeless. With your car serving as an unwelcome shelter, you realize you should have been more responsible. You should have cared more about your living situation before it all came crashing down on you. If only you had taken your life more seriously, you wouldn't be stuck in your car on this cold, lonely night.

It was the beginning of November, and you had so many plans about decorating your small apartment. You had fetched out the Christmas lights too, planning on hanging them out the following weekend. The memory of those festive plans, the warmth of the holiday spirit, now feels like a distant dream.

You wipe away your tears, but they keep flowing. You shift some of your stuff down on the floor of the car to make some space to sleep in. You curl up into yourself in the small space, and after a few more tears, you're finally asleep.

You're woken by harsh knocks on your window. You try to open your eyes, but the sunlight pouring in through the window is so blinding that you have to squint and shield your face with your hand.

It's a man, who looks angry at you. You roll down the window a bit so you can hear what he's saying.

“Could you move your car out of here, please?”

You rub your eyes and finally get a look at your surroundings, and you see that you've basically parked at the entrance of a house.

“Yeah-yeah. I will. Sorry,” you grunt with a raspy voice, and he goes back inside.

You quickly fix your clothes and your hair, and grabbed the car keys from your pocket. Opening the door, you got out of the backseat and got back out front.

Pushing the key in, you turned it, but the engine didn’t start. You tried it again and again, biut all in vain.

Great.

Just fucking great.

Now even your car had given up on you.

You felt like crying all over again, this was all so heartbreaking. You had to get the car checked almost two months ago, when the check engine light had started to blink first.

You pulled out your phone and searched for a nearby garage. Hopefully, there was one that was 2 blocks away. But that meant you wouyld have to push your car two blocks.

You could also call a tow service, but that would take money, and money was something you were running short on.

With a loud sigh, you switched the handbrake on, and got out of the car.

Rolling up your sleeves, you started to push it. The car was so heavy, and you managed a good 200 meters, before you were sweating profusely, and almost gave up, putting your hands on your knees and breathing loudly.

A kind man offered to help, and thank lord he did. With lots of struggle and a good 15 minutes, you were finally able to reach the garage.

Quick Fix Auto

You read the garage name, before lockiong your car and walking in. It was still 8 pm, so you doubted getting any help at this hour.

“Hello?”

You called out tentatively as you entered the garage and walked further into the shop, past the cars and vehicles scattered out front. Hopefully, a second voice would call you back, or you would have had to wait for someone to come in.

“Yeah, I’m a bit busy. Be out in a minute,” the voice replied. It sounded British and thickly laced with an accent. You couldn't help but think that now a gorgeous British guy would see your horrible car, which was also your home, all wrecked up and messed up due to negligence. Bonus points to you for not even washing your face after waking up.

You briefly contemplated running away and finding another garage with an old mechanic. However, you realized you physically wouldn't have been able to do that. So, you took a deep breath, preparing to face the embarrassment and potential humiliation.

After a few moments, he came out, and boy, was he gorgeous. A white headband held his thick hair back, and below that was a beautifully shaped face with green eyes. His tan hands were covered in a bit of grease, and he had tools hanging from his upturned waistband.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you gulped hard, snapping back to reality from admiring his physique. Boy, was he pretty.

“Oh, um... I tried to start my car this morning, but it won’t start.”

“And what’s the issue? The battery is out, fuel is down?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I came here.”

“Jeez, your breath smells terrible. Alright, let me have a look at it. Keys?”

He extended his hand to take your keys while looking into your eyes. You squinted at him for his rude remark, then handed him the keys.

“You don’t have to be so rude, you know.”

He kept walking, ignoring your comment. As he reached your car, he stopped in his tracks when he saw your belongings inside it. He turned back to look at you, and you frowned. Eye bags, dark circles under your eyes, a sad face, and you hadn't even washed your face; you had to rush to get your car fixed. You were in bad shape.

He decided to draw a line and not throw questions at you. He opened your car and took a look inside, noticing that the check engine light was on.

“How long has this been on for?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, about... 2 months?”

He slumped his shoulders and came back out, walking to yhe front and opening the hood of the car. As soon as it went up, a big cloud of smoke escaped.

“Fuck. What did you do?”

He coughed a bit, taking a step back to let the smoke dissipate. You felt even more humiliated than before, but he seemed more focused on the issue with your car than making further remarks about your condition.

“Alright. So, this is not going to get fixed in a short while. It’s going to take atlest 2 days.”

“No! Where will I live?”

You exclaimed loudly, and his eyes widened.

You could book a hotel?”

“I don’t have money.”

“A motel?”

“How will I reach one? Most of them are out of town.”

“Right, so you could still sleep in it at night, but I lock the garage at 11. So, you will have to park it outside.”

She nodded her head, and he still felt bad for her.

“I’m Harry, by the way”

He extended the same grease-stained hand again, and she complied, shaking hands with him.

"I'm Yn." she said.

"There’s a bathroom at the back. You can clean up there if you want to. My staff comes in at 9, so you still have about half an hour."

She smiled at his kind offer. He might be rude and grumpy, but he wasn't a bad person.

"Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it."

"Oh that's okay. But, you do have money to pay for your car, right?"

You did a quick calculation in your mind, and quickly came to the conclusion that you didn't have even that money.

"No, but- listen to me! My payday is here, so I'm gonna get paid soon. I have to buy few supplies first, and then I promise I will pay you as soon as possible. I'll borrow money from my friends."

"As long as I get paid, I don't care where you get the money from."

And the grumpiness was back.

"Okay! Can I go in?"

"Sure. Be my guest."

You got some stuff from the car and went inside the garage. walking all the way to the back, and finding the washroom. You locked the door and cleaned yourself up.

Meanwhile, Harry took a look at your car.

It was in a bad condition. it hadn't been serviced in over two years, and the engine oil hadn't been replaced in so long. The battery was old too. A lot of work had to be done. and he had no idea how he would manage when you literally lived in the car.

Meanwhile, you were happy to have gotten a place to brush and bathe. Initially, you thought you would have to go to a cafe or restaurant, and brushing and bathing there would’ve been embarrassing. Even though embarrassment and humiliation were your best friends now.

You walked out in clean clothes a while later. and saw your car standing at the same place, with no sign of Harry. You searched for him again, and found him at the back, working on the same car he had been in when you had arrived.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you working on my car?"

He slid out from the bottom of the car, before replying, "I have other jobs too. First come, first serve. Plus, this one paid me in advance."

You frowned and flared at his words, and decided to deal with him later.

"So, can I take it, then? I have to go to work."

"No, I will work on it in the afternoon."

"Then how the hell am I supposed to reach work?"

"Many options, by foot, take the bus, order an Uber, Oh! Sorry! I forgot you didn't have money."

He mocked you once again, and this time, you seriously wanted to punch him across the face. Maybe you would, once your car was done. But right now, you have priorities.

"Alright, fine. But my stuff is in the car."

"Chill. Nobody's gonna take it. They might give things to you, though."

You rolled your eyes again, and went back to your car. Why did he have to be such a dick?

Gathering your bag, you stuffed your valuables, leaving only clothes and heavy articles behind. You shifted it to one corner, and draped a huge sheet to cover it.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

And once again, that grumpy asshole ignored you.

(next part)

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youhalfwit · 1 year

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Sonics, but they're all mechanics 💥

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logicallyserial · 2 years

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collection of things for a rally racer/mechanic steddie au spawned on twitter from one of my moots wanting them drawn as lightning mcqueen and mater 🫶🏻

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hey my car got totaled can i get a quick doodle of mechanic cowbians

I hope this makes you feel better :( I’m so sorry!!

Pls take this, I hope you enjoy it

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Much Too Fast, Part 1

Summary: Spotting Curtis Everett broke down on the side of the road, you just had to pick him up. Didn’t you?

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, hitchhiking, drinking, PIV sex, dry humping, fingering, squirting, mentions of oral sex, early indications of a D/s relationship, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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A/N: this is 100% one of @tis-thedamn-season brain. Not going to lie...I love it!

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Looking at the clock in your car you sigh. Getting closer to your destination every mile. Putting more and more space between you and the place you used to call home. This was the perfect opportunity to start a new life. You weren’t even running from anything, you just wanted to see more. Wanted to do more. Moving to a new state, a bigger city, and to a possible beautiful home.

There were still so many doubts. So many what if’s, but you were young. Your parents told you that you needed to take the chances you were given. Live life, and experience new things. More than the little podunk town on the opposite side of the United States. The east coast was going to give you more opportunities that is something you were sure of. That you were positive.

The current hope you had was to make it to your last hotel before the rain started. And then the last couple of hours to Boston. One more sleep, and you would be there. You needed to stay awake. Stay alert, and hope for the best.

Curtis on the other hand is annoyed. No service, and broke down on the side of the road. The rumble of thunder makes him even more irritated. He had just a few more hours on his mini road trip, and he would be home. And then this stupid old car broke down. He should have known better. A mechanic taking a stupid dumb car. Out in the middle of nowhere, with no fucking cell service.

He couldn’t even remember why he needed to take this trip every year. And in the predicament he’s in currently it just pisses him off. He leans on the hood of the car, hoping that someone will see him stranded. The chances were low. He knew he was probably going to be staying the night in the backseat. He was tired. He was agitated.

You squint your eyes in the distance, seeing a figure leaning onto a car. This is just like how every horror movie starts. But you feel the need to pull over. Slowing your Mini Cooper down, but staying on the road. It was a small two lane road, and you hadn’t seen a car on here for miles.

“Hey, uh…woah,” the man that approaches your car backs up quickly. “Sorry, I know this is going to sound lame and dumb, but you’re a young girl out here alone, and I don’t want you to feel that I’m trying to take advantage of you or chop you up for…this isn’t making you feel better is it?”

“No. Not at all,” what he was saying didn’t make you feel better, but how he was saying it did. “Are you having car trouble or do you normally just lean against your car hoping for someone to chop up?”

“Ah, you caught me,” he leans over, trying to get a good view of you, but still standing far enough away. “Although, my getaway car’s transmission went out. There’s no cell service here. Can’t even call my partner to come tow this damn car.”

“Your partner?” Curtis watches as your arm starts to relax a bit more. The grip on your steering wheel loosens up.

“Yeah, we own a garage together.”

“Imagine that, a mechanic with car trouble,” Curtis gives you a chuckle, stepping closer to your car. “Not much of a mechanic are you?” His arms rest on your open window, and against your better judgment, you still don’t tense up. “What are you doing out here?”

“I go on a road trip for about two weeks every year. I was almost home. Heading to Newton.”

“Me, too,” Curtis’ eyes drift up and down your front. He tries to make himself not look too much like a predator who had found its next prey, but you seriously were a gem. Out here all alone, in your tiny little car, loaded up with piles of shit. This car was too small for how much you had in here.

“Newton’s a few hours away, and it’s getting late.”

“Oh, I’ve got a hotel about twenty minutes up the road. Um…do you need a ride? I’m sure that they have a phone there. Seeing how there’s no service.”

“Uh, did your daddy not teach you not to pick up strangers?” Of course he did, but somehow this handsome stranger was making you feel comfortable.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? No, but isn’t that what a killer would tell you? I seriously mean you no harm, but I am questioning your judgment here. You got pepper spray or anything?” Nodding your head, you dig around in your cup holder holding it up. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”

“You’re not making me feel better about this now. But the GPS does say the hotel is just up the road, less than an hour to go. Hand me your keys,” Curtis freely hands the car keys to you, and you stuff them in your doors pocket, unlocking the car, and letting Curtis clumsily get in.

Finally putting into perspective how long his legs are. Cramping them up, and sitting uncomfortably beside you. An adorable little giggle escapes your mouth, and he turns to glare at you, “You think this is funny? Why in the world do you have this tiny little car?”

“It’s adorable,” him squished up in the passenger seat was really adorable.

“It is useless for more than one person. Where are you driving from? Oh my god, how was this even comfortable? This is terrible. Please tell me this isn’t your only car. If my daughter ever asks for one of these it’s not just a no, it’s a hell no,” the fact he was already talking about a future daughter oddly makes you tremble. “What is the purpose of these cars?”

“Some of us don’t have legs that go on for days. You know, I didn’t even get your name?”

“It’s Curtis. And you are?” You quickly give him your name, and he shakes his head no, “You should be called Grace.”

“Why is that?”

“Because, you and this tiny little car are my saving Grace. Does she even get over fifty?”

“Yes. The bags of clothes in the back aren’t helping your space. Your seat isn’t as far back as it could be. Beggars can’t be choosers though. I’m from Washington state by the way. Why do you go on a road trip every year?”

Curtis is constantly adjusting his seating. Knees up higher than was normal, and pressing up against the dash of the car. Twenty minutes wasn’t a long drive. He could do this. “Uh, just to get away. Life can come at you fast. Mine didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted it to. Without getting too into anything, I helped a friend out. We got ourselves stuck, drifted, and somehow remained friends, and we make it work. We have to.”

“I’m not going to ask.”

“Please don’t,” Curtis looks out his window, appearing as if something was bothering him, but you didn’t want to pry. If he wanted to tell you more he could. But you know he won’t. “So New England?” Finally he looks towards you, and you gulp. Gripping tighter to the steering wheel. Oddly trying to rub your thighs together. He was handsome. Too attractive.

“Yeah, sometimes you get tired of the same thing.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you, driving all the way out here for? I’m assuming you’ve got something lined up?” His deep blue eyes coast up and down your body, noticing every tiny movement in you make with a smirk. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. No, I uh — yeah, I’ve got something. Gotta meet with them, and would uh have a place to um…to live.”

“Hmm, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules, huh?” You glance back over to Curtis, and he was still eyeing you like his prey. His legs spread as much as they could, but in this tiny car, he couldn’t get the effect he was wanting. He didn’t have to try to make you want him. You wanted him.

“What?”

Curtis chuckles, wiping his thumb and middle fingers on the sides of his beard. You reach towards the air conditioner, turning it up. “You picked me up, and the way you’re talking…are they putting you up in a house?”

“Yeah. What…what do you do in Newton?” Something had to change. The topics had to go to something else besides you. It was getting more difficult to drive and pay attention.

“I told you, I’m a mechanic. Gotta garage with my buddy, Jax. We stay busy. Blue collar work. Beats the traveling bullshit. I don’t get it. Traveling for work. Traveling because you want a vacation. On your own.”

“Did you just get off a two week road trip?”

He turns to look at you, that devilish grin still there, “I like you.”

“Why?”

“Called me out on my own bullshit quickly. A lot of people won’t do that. They say I’m too argumentative. I’m not. I’m blunt, there’s a difference. Isn’t that the damn hotel?”

“Yeah,” you respond. Turning into the hotel and the gravel crunches under your tires, and you hate that this is it. Curtis was about to make a call, and get something worked out, and this would be it. You grab your backpack, and walk in with Curtis.

He allows you to check in before stepping up to the counter, “I need a room for the night.”

“I’m sorry, sir, we have no more vacancies.”

“There’s…can I just — I guess hang out in your lobby then. I gotta call someone in the morning to help with my car, and…”

“I’m sorry, sir, no loitering. Have a good evening,” she walks off, and goes back to her seat. Picking up her phone, and letting Curtis know that the conversation was over.

“Just my luck. Damn. Thanks, here let me get you some money. I’ll…hell, I don’t know, start walking.”

“It’s two in the morning,” biting at your lip, you know this is the most bizarre and ridiculous thing you have ever done. He was nice. He was hot as fuck. And you were terrified. Not of him, but of moving here. Moving away from what you knew and into the unknown. All the warnings you push back in your mind. You had made it this far, and he hadn’t killed you.

“I know, darling. I’ve been in worse places.”

“No, I mean…I’ve got a second bed,” Curtis cocks his brow up at you, and you slowly exhale. It was okay. You needed something random and fun tonight. Needed to get out of your head, and Curtis looked like just the man. And the worst he could say was no, and you would never see him again.

“Hey, it’s fine. You’ve done plenty for me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“Then let me rephrase it; would you like to come up to my room for a drink? There’s a mini bar.”

“You’re testing fate?”

“I see a sexy man with nowhere else to go tonight. And I want a drink with him. There’s two beds,” he gives you a bow, and you start walking towards the elevators. Everything's in slow motion. Down to the roaming eyes of Curtis. Licking his lips as he stares at you, and you are quaking.

“C’mere,” he whispers when the elevator door closes, and you walk over to him. His thumb brushes over your cheek gently. Looking into your eyes as he traces your pouting lips, “You’re shaking. I won’t hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. There’s two beds, remember?”

“I want to use one.”

“Then breathe,” the ding of the elevator has his hand drifting down your front, and grabbing your hand. Starting to lead the way to the room. “Key?” You hand him the key, and take your final breath. You invited him.

The second the door closes, your hand glides up his chest, settling behind his neck, “No mini bar?”

“Oh, that’s right,” he sighs when you step away from him, going to the bar to get two small bottles of liquor, “Tito’s or Jack Daniels?”

“I’ll take my chances with Jack. Join me on the bed?” He plops down, and taps on the bed. Waiting on you to join him before lifting up his bottle, “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” you copy, drinking the vodka in one sip. The little bit of alcohol was giving you a bit more of a confidence boost. Looking up at him as you listen to him start to tell some story.

You lean more into him, trying to listen to his words, but it is just static. Curtis looks down at his lap, and his raspy voice moans. You check to see what he was staring at, and your hand is palming him over his jeans on it’s own accord, “Is this okay?” You ask him with a pout. Had you read all the signs wrong? He knew what you were talking about, right?

“I knew exactly where this was going when you asked me for a drink.”

“Oh,” you start to move your hand, but Curtis grabs yours with his own mitt sized hand. Placing it back over his swollen jeans, and starts your motions again. “I don’t normally do this.”

“Me neither. So lets for tonight, toss aside those pesky feelings telling us not to give into our primal needs as humans. We’ve both been checking each other out tonight, so let’s act on those needs. Okay?” You nod your head at him, adding a bit more pressure to your movement, “Why now?” He asks, groaning as he leans back on the bed. Watching you enjoy his hardening member.

“I don’t want to be the person I was in Washington. I want to have fun. Be spontaneous.”

“Mmm,” his hips start rocking into the air with your movements. When you start to undo his zippe, he tugs at your leg, guiding you to straddle him. His giant sized hands rub up your thighs and to your ass, coaxing you to start grinding on him.

“So picking up men on the side of the road isn’t a normal thing?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head with a smirk. Getting more into the movements, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, you let it fall to the floor as Curtis starts groping your tits.

“Well isn’t today my lucky day?” Sitting up in bed, he pulls you closer to him. Peppering kisses along your jaw, and creating a trail all the way to your mouth, and you whimper into him. His length was right at your core, and he was throbbing. Just as needy as you. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Curtis,” you whine as your hips gyrate over him. Making a mess of his pants already. It had been awhile since you had sex. He had his thick fingers gripping the spears of your ass, and pressing you harder on him. “Do…do you…” you can hardly speak from the kisses he was continuing to assault you with.

“I always carry protection, don’t worry.”

“Curtis, you’re hard.”

“And you’re wet. What are you going to do about it?” He gives both your nipples a quick pinch, and your movements pick up. Riding on top of him like your life depended on it.

“I wanna come.”

“Just like this, little lady?”

“Uh huh,” biting at your lip, you pout at him as you move.

“Then make yourself come. Enjoy yourself. I’m not a little boy, I can hold off,” he lets out a guttural moan when you circle your hips over him. Guiding his hands to your tits, wanting him to play with you while you get off.

You are soaked, and so close. Right there. Hands on his shoulders as your desperately rub one out over him. Fire courses through your veins, and your movement stutters as the sweetest pleasure races through your veins.

“Thatta, girl,” reaching into his pocket, he pulls a packet out, and reads the expiration date, “Still good,” you crash your lips into his. Hands rubbing over him before pushing off his jacket, while he yanks your jeans open.

He flips you over onto the bed, and stands up. Watching as you struggle to tug your jeans off, but Curtis reaches towards them, yanking both the jeans and panties off at once, hissing when you spread your legs apart.

“Good fucking, girl,” he walks out of his jeans, his cock making his boxer briefs look uncomfortably crowded. He gives you a wink when he pulls his underwear down. A thick and heavy cock springs up, and you yip, your legs starting to close.

“You changing your mind already?”

“No,” you wanted him. Wanted this. But that cock was thick. Almost able to envision the severe stretch he was going to give you.

“You can take it. And if not, I can make it fit. We can stop any time, okay?” You nod your head, trying to steady your breathing, “I need your words. I need to know that you can stop me if you want to stop.”

“Yes. We can stop at any time,” Curtis pops the packet in his mouth, giving the foil a tear. His lithe fingers place the rubber on his tip, and he starts to roll it on. Pressing his knee on the bed, he gives your leg a jerk down the bed, before his wide body kneels between your thighs.

Spitting on his Hanford before roaming his fingers through your folds, “You are drenched. When did you first get wet?”

“Well…”

“It wouldn’t have been in the car, would it? I saw you moving your legs,” he pushes two fingers into your weeping cunt while his palm stimulates your clit, “Oh my god. What a tight little pussy we have here. You hear that?” He pumps his fingers into you more vigorously. Your wet heat was making the most vulgar and loud squelching sounds.

“You are a sloppy, little one. Did I make you that wet? Oh god, you need to be fucked good and hard, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you beg. It had been too long. Almost two years. One bad breakup had turned you away from men, but now he had you turning into a big slut. His cock forgotten as he tries to ruin you. Sex before was all about your boyfriend. Curtis wanted your pleasure first. “Please, Curtis.”

“She’s polite, too. Oh, fuck, she’s a juicy one. Mmm, I already feel you squeezing me. Come on. Uhh, come on,” his fingers curl, and he sets off at an earth shattering speed. You try to close your thighs when you can’t take anymore, but Curtis shoves them back apart. “Come on. Give it to me. When you come, I’ll fuck you. You can do it. Come for me. You're so close.”

Your hands grab onto the comforter, and you grit your teeth, not wanting to be too loud. And when you squirt onto his thighs, he keeps pumping. “There ya go! There’s a good fucking girl. Just like that.”

“Oh fuck.’

“That’s what I’m going to do,” getting closer to you, he slaps his cock over your clit, “You still want this?”

“Yes, please.”

“She is well behaved,” your mouth goes slack as Curtis pushes through your entrance. Slowly splitting you open as you whimper. “Holy shit. My god, you’re a tight little thing.”

“Don’t stop,” you plead as he slows his motion. “All the way, please,” Curtis continues his journey into your body. Not stopping until he slides all the way in. You lift off the bed, staring at where the two of you connect. “What are you doing?”

“I’m giving your cunt a moment to stretch, little lady. You okay?” You furrow your brows, biting your lip as you nod. “You never had a big dick like this?”

“It’s like a fucking traffic cone,” Curtis’ eyes close as he chuckles at you.

“A traffic cone?”

“It’s so much bigger at the base. How…how did you get it in there?”

“And looka here,” his hand rubs over a bump on your stomach, “You feel me all the way in your belly, huh? That right there is where I’m at. So you want this traffic cone to fuck you?”

“My god, yes!”

“Mmm,” his hands rub up and down your thighs. Giving the tops of your legs the sweetest little tickles before sliding to the backside of your knees. Lifting your legs before slamming them on the bed beside your body. Keeping you good and spread so he can watch himself spear into you.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate. Drawing himself all the way out before plunging back in. Your hands hold onto his wrists, and you make the most beautiful desperate sounds. Scratching down his forearms when he picks up his speed. It felt as if he was pounding his entire weight into you. Bouncing you further up the bed.

He would love to see you riding his cock, but your pitiful little whimpers and whines of his name have him addicted. You are reactive. He gets to see your tits rock with the pounds into you. He didn’t do this shit. And after the year he had, it was what he needed. He needed this warmth. He hadn’t felt more alone and all while he was with someone, and you were just what he needed.

He hadn’t felt this wanted in a while. Sex was treated as more of a chore. Not this desperate need to get off. It hadn’t been exciting. It was predictable. It was when she needed it. But you are receiving every bit of him. With the way you are pouting at him, and keeping your eyes only on him, he knows he could have you doing whatever he wanted you to.

Completely into a submissive role, and you didn’t even know him. “Curtis!” Your whispered screams are giving him life. The walls of your cunt flutter around him making him completely weak. He wanted to keep you around. Newton wasn’t too big. But just one night was never going to be enough.

“Curtis!” Whining out his name as your head tilts back.

“You keep…keep squeezing me like that, and I’m not — not going to last,” he pants out. He had never felt someone react like this. “Let go, little darling. Let go for me.”

Your pussy quivers, and legs tremble as the hardest orgasm he has ever witnessed from a woman flows through your body. You clench around him, and his forehead collapses on your shoulder. Letting your pussy milk him dry. Hugging every part of him perfect, convulsing around him so hard that he didn’t have to fuck you. Your walls make sure every drip of his spend fills up the condom, and he can only deeply breathe on you.

“That. Was. Incredible. You breathing?”

“Barely,” you choke out. “How many condoms do you have?”

“Sorry. I just got the one. Whew,” he sits back up in the bed, and slowly pulls out of you. Your cream coated his length so thickly. “My god. Oh my god. I didn’t want to leave you.”

Leaving your legs spread, your eyes start to drift closed. He figures you have been driving for a long time. You look so peaceful, comfortable. Letting your gaping hole be fully visible for him to gaze at. When he starts to lay on the other bed, you jolt up, “Sleep in this bed.”

“There’s two beds.”

“Then we’ll sleep in that one. This one is messy,” Curtis shakes his head with a smile. Pulling the blankets down in the other bed before picking you up bridal style.

“Fine, you twisted my arm. I need you to have at least panties on. Where’s a clean pair?”

“Backpack,” he pulls on his own underwear before bringing your backpack over to you. “Where are you going?”

“You need water. Panties. Then sleep.”

“Okay,” you even shimmy your shoulders. It didn’t take much to make you happy. He definitely wanted to see you again. Maybe start from the beginning and take you out on a date. Spend some time together before he tells you about his complicated life. But for tonight, he was just going to lay down beside you.

Sending a text to Jax, he crawls in the bed with you. He didn’t know why you are so comfortable, but holding a soft woman for the night isn’t something he was going to complain about. He was just going to let you sleep. Rest. Tomorrow was a new day.

Pulling into the beautiful home, you crumple up that piece of paper, and toss it into the floorboard. You knew it was too good to be true, and are slightly annoyed for getting your hopes up. He was a man that you picked up on the side of the road, and had the best sex of your life. Curtis was generous enough to leave his number on the pad of paper at the hotel, but you woke up alone. Nothing was stolen, so you are thankful for that, and that you are still alive.

And now it was back to the reason why you were here. A ridiculously large house, and what waits inside. They had to be rich. A well dressed woman, holding a baby, swings the door open wide. Her arm flails around as she waves to you, “Oh my gosh! I was so scared that you wouldn’t come, and you are early. Come on, please. Hey,” she gives you a strong handshake, and then makes her baby wave to you.

“Ah!! I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’m Tati, and this sweet, beautiful, perfect, and angelic little thing is Poet. But she will also go by Poe. Poe, can you say hey,” the baby babbles a bit, but a hey does come out. “So, I know this kind of a last minute thing. We gotta wait on my…husband. I’m having to fly out unexpectedly. Oh, but don’t think that you have to definitely take the job. My parents said they can help. He’s taking the day off. Uh, so first things first, if you say yes, you will have the pool house. It’s a fully functioning house. I don’t travel too often, but a fair amount. The times that I do, at night, her daddy will have her.”

“Dada,” Poet whispers. She giggles a bit before hiding her face on her mom’s shoulder. Slowly peeking over at you grinning, and you give her a sweet smile.

“Obviously the whole house you will have access to. Poet’s room is downstairs. Your background check is impeccable, you’re up to date with your immunizations, speak French. Honestly on paper you’re perfect, so I’m expecting you to have some flaws somewhere. Anyways, ahh! Sweet girl, guess who is here?” She looks out the window, smiling down at her adorable baby.

“Dada! Aye!”

“Yay!! Daddy is going to be with you all day today. How exciting!”

“Aye!” She claps her hands. Her mouth moving with no words. She was a daddy’s girl.

You turn towards the door with Tati, and your heart drops. In walks the sexiest man that you have ever met. The man that you could still feel all over you. The man that had left you early in the morning, leaving you alone. The man who was your possible employer’s husband.

“Curtis, I hate to do this. But I got called out at the last minute. You know. Anyways, thank you for taking the day off. I’ll be back in two days. If you decide you want the job, Curtis can give you all the lock codes. I left a list of Poe’s medicine’s and allergies on the fridge. Emergency numbers on the hall calendar. There’s a book with all the main contact numbers on it, but Curtis can show you everything else. Eeee!! I hope you decide to stay. Poe can’t quit looking at you. I think that she likes you. Anyways, bye my sweet angel. Ah, you’re such a saving grace. Thank you so much. Bye.”

She gives Curtis a kiss to his cheek before grabbing her suitcase by the door. Continuing to blow kisses to her baby as she walks out, and you and Curtis are left staring awkwardly at one another.

“Dadadadada.”

“I’m her daddy.”

“Mhmmm,” that much was obvious. What wasn’t obvious was that he was married as he was fucking into you last night. You even gave him in the middle of the night head, and he fingered you back to sleep.

“Oh, so we’re going to be like that now? I had you saying please all night last night.”

“Ugh,” this was a bad idea. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Nothing was going to be different here. It was always going to be the same.

“Can you at least let me explain? You gotta. Look at this beautiful girl. Poet Isabella, can you tell Grace, please?”

“Peas,” she whispers, her chunky little legs kicking around.

“You can’t say no to that. When you said please, didn’t I listen?” He might have listened, but he left out that he was married. He was fucking married to your maybe employer. He was married, and he was inside of you.

“This…this is very different and you know,” he shrugs his shoulders. Walking over to a fenced in area, and he sits his daughter down. His eyes looking at her, completely ignoring you. “Fine. Explain.”

“What happened to those manners?” Oh, he was an asshole. You didn’t have to listen to this. Didn’t have to put up with this, and then he purposefully places his left hand where you can see it, and you sit down on the couch.

“Please, explain.”

“Thatta girl.”

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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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tides of change | masterlist.

pairing. james kelly x female reader.

outline. you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.

contains. angst, romance, grief, death of a loved one, violence, alcohol use, sexual content, mental health struggles, love triangle. these will add on as the series progresses.

disclaimer. this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

final part

authors note. this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it :c i also wasn't very confident about my writing either lol but now here i am ( not me quoting victorious lmao ) doing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time.

bonus. comment or send me an ask if you want to be on the list to get updates of when each chapter is posted <3

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Start Me Up

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)

Word Count: 3,979

Summary: Your car needs a major tune up but when you meet your mechanic, all you want is for him to tune you up.

Author’s Note: So this is what happens when my beautiful friends, share their beautiful brains and we have thots and see amazing edits and vids and all the goodies. Thank you so much @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy and @buckysdollforlife for sharing with me and loving Eddie as much as I do. Your support is everything! love you all <3 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets!

Warnings: it’s soft and sweet and spicy and there’s tension and flirting and then smut, fingering, light dirty talk, cursing, I know nothing about cars so I apologize if I said something silly...also mechanic Eddie is a warning (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

THIS EDIT IS NOT MINE: if anyone knows who it belongs to or recognizes the tag on it I will gladly give due credit. It’s amazing and I’m so thankful to the lovely person that made it!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

The moment you step into the small front shop you’re hit with the smell of grease and motor oil but there’s a hint of something else, something spicy and the mix is oddly aromatic. You search for the owner but see no sign of him.

“Hello?” you call out, listening for the sound of footsteps.

When you get no response you move closer to the small countertop and look around. The small bulletin board over the cash register is tacked with several receipts as well as faded photos and band patches. There are several cannisters of engine oil and windshield wiper fluid lining a small shelf in the back.

You walk around the counter to the door of the garage and as you get closer you hear the faint sound of music. You knock hard and wait.

Muttering to yourself you turn the knob and walk into the garage. There are two cars taking up the space on each side so at first you don’t see anyone. You call out in greeting again and hear nothing but the clanging of tools.

You walk around the front of the first car and notice a long pair of jean clad legs sticking out from under it. Worn leather boots are tapping in rhythm with the music coming from the radio and you’re pretty sure you hear singing.

Not wanting to scare him you bend down and lightly tap his knee.

“Be right there,” he shouts, continuing to sing along to Iron Maiden in the same breath.

You step back and wait, shaking your shoulders along with the beat.

Not before long his gloved hands appear from under the car to grip the edge as he slides out from beneath it. He stands and smiles, reaching into his back pocket for his bandana to wipe the back of his neck.

“Good song right,” he chimes as he sings the last verse and strums an air guitar, his actions flamboyant.

His white tank leaves little to the imagination, his arm muscles flexing with each movement, and you notice several tattoos decorating his skin. You clear your throat, answering with a nod of agreement and a laugh.

“Just lemme get rid of this grease and I’ll be right back to help ya sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You watch him as he walks to a small sink in the back of the garage, taking the opportunity to let your gaze wander down the rest of his body. His jeans fit snugly in all the right places, hanging low enough on his hips to give you a small peek at a sliver of skin anytime he shifts and lifts his arms.

His dark and curly hair is wild around his face and you can’t help but wonder how soft it would feel under your fingertips. You’re still lost in your daydream when he starts to walk back to you, his smirk growing.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asks, his hands on his hips.

“Um…my car is broken.”

His eyes crinkle with his wide smile. “I figured as much. Where are you parked?”

“Out front,” you say, feeling your skin heat.

“Well let’s go take a look,” he says, following you out.

You can feel his stare at your back and you try to gather yourself during the short walk out to the front of the shop.

“It keeps smoking and making these weird noises every time I start it…and sometimes it feels like it’s stalling…”

You trail off, feeling silly for having no idea how to explain the issue.

“Sorry, I don’t know much about cars,” you admit.

“That’s ok sweetheart,” he states. “I do.”

“Pop the hood for me will ya?”

You rush around to the door and open the hood, standing and staring as he lifts it and looks under. You will your eyes to focus on something other than his hands and the way his fingers move over the parts, every so often one of his rings clinking against the metal.

“Well…” he sighs, giving you soft eyes. “I’m going to need to replace a few things and you’ll definitely be out of a car for the next few days.”

You start to nervously twist your hands together and look down.

“Around how much will it be? I don’t have a lot to spare right now but I need my car.”

He takes a step closer to you, his boot scuffing the sidewalk when he stops and presses his fingers under your chin.

Your eyes meet his and he smiles softly. “Don’t worry beautiful. I’ll take good care of ya.”

“Ok,” you breathe out, licking your lips. “Thank you.”

You follow him back into the shop, waiting when he walks behind the counter to get some papers.

“Of course. After all,…we went to high school together.”

At first you stare blankly at him.

“You don’t remember me do you?” he asks, holding his hands over his heart and dramatically sinking to the floor with a pained expression.

You laugh but suck in a breath as you stare harder, your eyes widening with recognition.

“Eddie?” you whisper.

“That’s me!” he cheers, hopping up. “Eddie the freak Munson.”

“No…no way! Your hair used to be so long!” you giggle.

“Yea, finally decided to cut some of it off,” he says with a shrug. “Needed a change.”

“I like it,” you blurt out, far too loudly.

“Do you still play the guitar?” you ask without pausing, wanting to cover your awkwardness.

“You remember!” he smiles. “I still do.”

“That’s great,” you reply. “What about that game you used to play all the time? What was it called?”

“Dungeons and Dragons,” he answers and for the first time he looks a little shy, a light blush coloring his cheeks. “Yea still doing that too. Good escape. You know?”

“I totally get that,” you answer, hoping your smile ensures your sincerity.

He studies you for a moment before asking, “so what are you up to these days?”

The two of you chat and catch up until you’re interrupted by a customer coming into the shop. Eddie excuses himself to help the older man while you take out your wallet and get ready to pay.

“No no, none of that,” he says, laughing when you start to shake your head. “I didn’t even fix it yet.”

“But Eddie, don’t you need a deposit or something.”

“Nope,” he answers, popping the p. “But I do need your number.”

He leans over the counter, crossing his arms and resting his elbows along the surface. With a raise of his brows, he holds out his hand and lets his eyes fall to the pen.

“On your hand?” you giggle.

“Please,” he says sweetly, wiggly his fingers.

You take his hand in yours and turn it over, biting your lip when his rings press into your skin. You write your number as neatly as you can and put a little heart next to it.

“Thanks,” he winks.

You go to pull your hand away but he grabs your wrist and smiles, turning your hand over and taking the pen from your fingers.

“This is my home number,” he starts. “In case you need anything… after hours.”

Your teeth dig harder into your bottom lip before you squeak out a “thanks.”

“I’ll call you soon with an update,” he says as he still holds onto your hand.

His touch lingers and his fingers brush across your skin when he finally releases you, the motion sending shivers down your spine.

“Ok. Thanks Eddie.”

“Do you have a ride home?” he asks.

You nod slowly. “My mom is getting me and letting me borrow her car for the next few days. Although, hers might be in worse shape than mine!”

“Well, you know who to call,” he jokes.

The next day you get to work and try to concentrate but your mind continuously wanders back to Eddie, the black ink of his phone number still dark on your skin.

You maybe, sort of, kinda didn’t wash that hand as well as the other in the shower…to hell with hygiene. Even though you wrote his number down on a post it on the fridge and in your planner, you just never know…maybe you better a take a picture of it to print out!

Work drags and by the time you’re walking out you are more than ready for your pjs and some tv. Your moms car starts with a chug and a pop as you pull out of the parking lot and turn onto the main road. You don’t get very far before the hood starts smoking and you hear something that definitely doesn’t sound right.

“Shit!” you mutter, noticing the gas station up the road.

Thankfully you make it another few hundred feet before the car putters to a stop on the side of the road.

“Fuck my life,” you groan.

You stomp your way to the gas station, quarter in hand and grab the pay phone, once again silently thanking your poor hand washing skills as you look down and type in Eddie’s home number.

“Hey,” he says when he picks up.

“Hi Eddie…it’s um, it’s me.”

You wince at your clumsy greeting but let out a sigh of relief when you hear the smile in his voice.

“Hiya babe!” he says but his excited tone quickly changes to one of concern. “Are you ok?”

“Well, yes, but my moms car broke down,” you explain. “I’m at the mini mart at the gas station on Euclid. I’m sorry to bother…”

You don’t get to finish the sentence when he interrupts with, “be right there! And I want you to go wait inside the mini mart ok?”

“Ok, thanks,” you say quietly.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.”

After hanging up you walk inside the mini mart and walk up and down the aisles, smiling sweetly at the tired looking cashier as he watches you with blank eyes.

“I’m waiting for a ride,” you explain.

The cashier makes some grunt of understanding and sits down, thumbing through the paper.

On your fifth pass of the devil dogs, you see headlights pull into the lot and you walk toward the door. Eddie steps out of his car and takes a few long strides toward you.

“You ok?” he asks when you step outside.

“Yea, just bummed,” you admit, rubbing your arms from the cold.

He quickly pulls off his flannel and throws it over your shoulders, buttoning the top button so it sits like a cape over your body.

You sigh in relief, your nose brushing the collar when you snuggle into it and the spicy scent of him filling your nostrils.

“I just wanna have a look at your moms car before we go,” he says, holding out his hand for you.

You look at his hand then up at him, the question clear in your eyes.

“It’s late. And dark. And I’d like to hold your hand,” he smiles.

You slide your fingers through his, calloused fingertips rubbing against your soft skin and making your thoughts wander for the hundredth time today.

When you reach the car he tells you to stay on the side, away from the road. He opens the hood and pulls a small flashlight out of his back pocket.

“Lemme see one last thing,” he says before dropping to the ground and sliding beneath the car.

“Hey sweets,” he calls. “Come here and hold this for me please.”

You step over and take the flashlight from his outstretched hand, holding it where he asks. You hear some clinks and clanks and then he carefully frees himself from beneath the car. You’re still holding the flashlight on him, the brightness accentuating his neck as he rubs his hand over his cheek.

“Alright. Let’s go,” he says. “Did you eat dinner?”

“Not yet,” you answer, feeling parched. “I figure I’ll just make something when I get home.”

“Or you could come have dinner with me then I’ll take ya home,” he suggests, giving you a lopsided grin.

“Yea. I’d like that…as long as it’s not too much trouble. I mean I don’t want to intrude on your time or you know bother anyone else that might be there…”

“Just me,” he tells you.

“Ok. Great,” you smile. “Let’s go.”

You stop at the Chinese place on the way to his apartment and grab some dinner, laughing when he orders enough for four people.

“Leftovers,” he explains as he looks over at you in the passenger seat with the large bag on your lap.

“Good point,” you agree, opening the small bag of crispy noodles.

“Mmm so good,” you hum.

“Hey, what about me,” he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

You grab another noodle and hold it up to his mouth, giggling when he takes a voracious bite. His soft lips brush your fingertips and your eyelashes flutter closed, the sensation settling between your legs.

“I’m starving,” he states, letting his eyes linger on you before they go back to the road.

“Me too,” you answer with an audible swallow.

“So do you still hang out with that really smart and sweet kid…what was his name?” you ask. “Something with a D?”

“Dustin,” Eddie says cheerfully. “Yea definitely but he’s in college now, so he’s busy you know…being really smart.”

“And sweet,” you say again.

“Yea, he’s a great kid. I’m happy he’s doing something good with his life, ya know. Better than me.”

You watch Eddie pick at his food, pushing it around the plate before he finally stabs a piece of chicken and brings it to his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know how much better you can get than owning your own successful business,” you say, waiting until his eyes meet yours.

He huffs softly but his smile is genuine.

“Yea, I’m doing all right I guess.”

“More than all right,” you assure him.

He holds you gaze, his eyes dropping to your lips before his thumb lifts to the corner of your mouth and he swipes it across your skin. Your stare never falters as he brings his thumb to his lips and sucks the sauce off.

“They have the best Chinese,” he says.

“It’s really good,” you say, almost breathless.

When he pulls his thumb free you notice his hand, the ink of your phone number still sharp and dark on his skin. He follows your line of sight and chuckles.

“I promise I washed my hands,” he mutters.

You hold yours up. “Me too.”

You share a laugh, unable to take your eyes off him as he brings the dishes to the sink.

“What time do you have to get to work tomorrow?” he asks.

“Nine,” you groan, dropping your head to the table.

“Ok. Let’s get you back to your moms car so I can fix it up and you can get home.”

You narrow your eyes with a smile.

“You can fix it? Now? Without taking it to the shop?”

“It just needs some new motor oil and I have to clean the drain plug,” he says, looking sheepish. “I just wanted you to come have dinner with me.”

You meet him by the sink, placing your dishes down and leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll have dinner with you anytime.”

“How about this weekend?” he asks, “you know, like at a restaurant.”

“A date?” you muse as you slide your hands into the sleeves of his flannel.

“A date,” he says.

“I’d love to.”

He drives you back to your moms car, blasting Judas Priest and singing along.

“Just reminding you of how talented I am,” he tuts, much to your amusement.

He has your mom’s car fixed and ready to go in less than half an hour and now he’s leaning into the window as you buckle your seat belt.

“Can you call me when you get in?” he asks sweetly.

“Sure Eddie,” you promise.

“Oh wait.” You unbuckle your belt and start to take off his flannel.

“No, no. You keep it for now. Bring it to the shop tomorrow.”

“Will my car be ready tomorrow?” you ask.

“Nah probably not until Thursday,” he says with a wink.

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow to return your shirt then.”

He leans through the window and presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, pulling away slowly with dark eyes.

“See you tomorrow sweetheart.”

When you arrive at the shop the next day after work, Eddie’s in his usual position underneath a car…this time yours.

You nudge his boot and wait for him to slide out from under it.

“Hey beautiful,” he croons, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“I brought your shirt,” you tell him, laying it on the work bench.

“Thanks,” he says, leaning against the edge. “How was work?

“Slow,” you answer, wishing you could tell him the day was a complete bust because you could think of nothing else but him.

The phone rings in the front of the shop and Eddie jogs off, assuring you he’ll be right back. You take the opportunity to quietly slip into the backseat of your car and place something inside. By the time he returns you’re in the same spot you were before with a smile.

“Got an emergency babe,” he says, his lips turning down.

“Don’t worry,” you reply with a wave of your hand. “I have to go food shopping and do laundry. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Ok,” he says softly, drawing you closer to him. “Your car will be ready by the time you get done with work.”

“Thanks Eddie,” you whisper, tracing your fingers over his bat tattoo.

“Told ya I’d take care of you,” he croons, dipping his head.

His nose gently bumps yours, the soft gesture making your eyes close and your breath hitch. You can feel the warmth of his exhale against your lips and just before he closes the distance the phone rings again, loud and shrill.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groans, cradling your cheek.

“Tomorrow?” he says, full of hope.

“See you then,” you giggle, sliding your hands down his chest as you stand on your toes to kiss his neck.

It was meant to be soft and sweet but the feel of his skin under your lips is overwhelming in the best way and you let out a small moan.

“Sweetheart,” he warns.

“Tomorrow,” you whisper before one more kiss.

Work drags on once again and by the time you’re walking out your whole body is tingling with anticipation.

The front of the shop is empty as usual so you make your way to the garage, knocking before opening the door and stepping inside.

This time Eddie isn’t halfway under the car. Instead, he’s sitting atop the shiny hood, newly polished, his legs spread wide and a coke can pressed to his lips.

His curls are messy, as if he’s been running his fingers through them, and a few stray ones hang over his forehead.

“Wow,” you say, not referring to your car at all.

Something dangles from his free hand that rests along his thigh and when you look between his legs you see the familiar lacy fabric of your light pink panties dangling between his long fingers.

He finishes the coke and chucks the can to the side of the garage, banking it off the wall and into the garbage can.

His fingers toy with the lace as he watches you.

“Found these,” he murmurs, pushing himself off the hood.

He steps closer to you, lifting your panties between your bodies.

“I…well, I must have…”

You trip over your words, too preoccupied with the way he’s looking at you. Giving up on a reply you reach up to take them from his hand but he moves them just out of your grasp.

“Are they all this pretty?” he asks, lifting them to his nose and inhaling.

You gasp his name, your eyes widening in disbelief when he shoves the pink lace into the back pocket of his jeans.

“I closed the shop for the day,” he starts as his hands smooth down your arms. “No interruptions.”

You tremble at his touch, the brush of his rings against your skin and the press of his body to yours making you desperate for more.

His hand slides lower and he fingers the hem of your skirt. With your eyelashes kissing your cheeks you lean closer, pressing your palms to his chest. The smell of his skin mixed with a slight hint of grease from the garage creates a heady scent that sends you reeling further.

Your lips part with another whisper of his name and his mouth covers yours, the kiss needy and demanding. His fingers slip under your skirt and he moves them higher, growling when he feels the wet patch on your panties.

He spins you around and walks you back toward the car until your knees hit the bumper. With a bit more pressure he sits you on the hood and moves his body between your legs, spreading them wide.

His right hand cradles the back of your neck and keeps your mouth pressed to his while the other pushes your skirt over your hips.

He grips the lace at your hips and drags it down, pulling away to drop his eyes and see the color of your panties.

He hums appreciatively, sliding them the rest of the way slowly.

“I love the black,” he simpers, leaving them to hang off your heeled foot.

You grab his tank top and tug him back down to your mouth as his fingers tease along your inner thigh. The brush of his thumb against your clit makes your back arch and he drags his teeth across your bottom lip before his gaze dips between your legs to watch his finger disappear inside you.

“Been thinking about this all week,” he murmurs, pushing his finger so deep his ring brushes against you.

His lips meet your neck, soft and wet as they move down your skin. “Since the moment you walked into my shop.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

The next day you head home right after work, taking a quick shower and picking out your favorite dress to wear. The beep of the horn signals his arrival and when you walk out, the ache between your legs reminds you of the night before.

He’s leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankle.

“What’s that smirk for angel face?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you giggle, leaning up to kiss him.

He takes you in his arms and smooths his hands over your curves, cupping your ass to press you against him. When you pull apart he chases your lips but you press a finger to their softness and whisper with a smile, “you promised me dinner.”

“Dessert first?” he pouts, kissing you again.

“Eddie,” you whimper, making very little effort to pull away.

He rests his forehead to yours and lets out a sigh.

“I can’t promise I’ll make it through dinner,” he says as he takes you around the car and opens your door.

With a satisfied smile you sit and reach for the seatbelt, your eyes settling on something lacy and pink hanging from his rearview mirror.

Eddie hops in and smiles wickedly when he sees that you’ve noticed his new accessory.

“Those are mine,” he states, reverently running his fingers over the fabric.

You shift in your seat, squeezing your thighs together and stifling a moan. He puts the car in drive but you stop him with a soft plea and unbuckle your seat belt.

“Ok…” you breathe out. “Dessert first,” you agree and crawl over the center console into his lap.

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cedarsmoke4 · 3 months

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God’s perfect killing machine has the most luscious lips known to man

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #re8 village #mechanic au #cedar doodles #I’m exhausted rn and I’ve been staring at this for too long so *slaps it down* bed head Heisenberg #also please for the love of all that is holy please stop giving this poor man abs #you know he’d sit around munching on tasty food and drinking beer if he had the chance #give him a little redemption tummy #he deserves to gain a little weight after his ordeal #he probably survived solely on cigars and whiskey until Ethan showed up and murked Miranda #let him be healthy and happy #let him have a donut and a nap #also longer hair Heisenberg is lovely #very much enjoying it #haystack king

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porcelainvino · 3 months

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he’s so cars here (idk anything about cars)

#do the oil/gas stains make sense? no but they look cool 🫶#glee #glee fanart #glee art #kurt hummel #mechanic au #fanart #porcelainposting

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akichiart · 4 months

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Mechanic kaveh - based on hoyofair

#kaveh #kaveh fanart #genshin impact #fanart #digitalart #my art #genshin #illustration #mechanic au #hoyofair

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aakeysmash · 21 days

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I think modernday!Sukuna would possibly be a mechanic. He works in silence, he really doesn’t like people talking to him and he knows his stuff. No client has been able to say his work isn’t good, but they do say that he’s scary and scowling all the time.

Sometimes when you’re on vacation you visit him at work, your reading glasses still on your head and your book under your arm. He stops whatever he’s doing when he senses your presence, turning around and waiting on you to walk toward him. He gets out of the car he’s working on and tries to clean his hands with a rug, but they’re too oily. He hates not being able to touch you, but he’d hate himself even more if he got dirt on your pretty face or your pretty summer dress.

You get on your tippy toes and kiss him on the lips, and he mumbles a sorry because he knows that he’s been sweating his balls off and his top lip is wet.

“Brought you water, babe,” you tell him, looking up at him. He grunts in response, but you know he’s grateful.

“Shouldn’t you be at home, woman? You’ll get dirty,” he says with his deep voice. You can hear he’s not been talking since he left your house this morning. He smells like gasoline and tobacco, probably from the cigarette he smoked half an hour ago. You told him he shouldn’t smoke and work with gas at the same time, but he’s a stubborn asshole. He says he’d burn the fire before the fire could burn him.

“I missed you, big boy,” you answer. He tsks and rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic.

He might look inapproachable, but when he’s out of the shower back at yours in the evening he’s much more relaxed.

“Y’know, if I didn’t find you sexy as fuck with those flowy dresses, I’d fuck you each time you come visit me,” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed tightly against your back.

You turn around and put your arms around his neck. You’re about to say a snarky remark but he’s already groping your ass with one of his strong expert hands, the other hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you close and tongue down your throat.

“Cars ain’t the only things I can ride, baby,” he says smirking.

#sukuna x oc #sukuna x you #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #mechanic au

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redlegumes · 5 months

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Dec 4th: There can only be one Santa driving a DeLorean

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

Summary: Steve's the new hire at the garage and once Eddie finally meets him (the day of the holiday party) he can't stop flirting.

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Eddie was in early. He’d forgotten to finish an alignment, and he knew Mrs. Teitler would be in as early as possible to pick up her Corvette. The old bat was crazy but punctual.

He handled most of the specialty work on Chevys that came into the shop and paint jobs, but it seemed like the garage kept growing. Eddie wasn’t too surprised. Everyone needed a reliable mechanic in Indianapolis, and Rick’s Place had earned their great reputation in car care. That was the main reason why he figured he hadn’t run into the newest hire before. Now here he was, in the garage at six am, tooling around on some German-made automobile.

Rick had hired the guy to handle imports specifically, and if the tales around the coffee pot were true, ‘Steve’ left a pretty sweet gig to be a grease monkey. The guys said he’d worked at some big company downtown that his father ran, but he hated it so he quit. Whelp, gotta stop knowing him just through rumors, Eddie thought, walking over to the bay Steve was working in. As he came closer he saw a small radio set up, playing a Christmas station.

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“Trying to get into the spirit for tonight? It’s not quite as formal as I assume an office Christmas party might be.” Eddie chuckled as he heard a muffled ‘ow’ from under the chassis. “Whoops. Sorry if I spooked you.”

A stupidly attractive man rolled out from under the Porsche. Lustrous brown hair, light brown eyes, a light tan, and sweet pink lips that had to get him attention everywhere he took them. Eddie fought to stop from quickly inhaling his next breath after the reveal. Steve was the handsome Eddie normally avoided because of the ego that often came with it.

Steve rubbed a redding spot on his forehead and frowned. “Not your fault. I haven’t done that in ages. Try not to.” His eyes focused on Eddie before widening slightly.

Eddie’s heart rate sped up as he saw Steve’s cheeks turn a light pink. ‘Cause he’s embarrassed… right?

“I, uh, used to play a few sports, and it’s a bit of a priority for me not to get any more concussions.”

“Oh my God.” I’m a complete ass. “Are you sure you're okay?” Eddie bent down and offered a hand to help Steve off the creeper, hoping his own blush was under control as Steve took it.

“Yeah. I’d know,” Steve replied, shooting him a wry smile. Steve also squeezed Eddie’s hand before letting it go.

Squeeze of thanks, or? Shit… I wanna read into that so bad. Eddie bit his lower lip. He’d just met this guy and he was already trying to see if he was sending him signals. Eddie promised himself he wouldn’t harbor same sex crushes anymore. His heart couldn’t take another incident where drawn out pining eventually ended when he learned the other guy was straight.

“Mandatory office holiday parties are the worst. Office politics plus liquor. I'm glad tonight is just a festive drop in thing at Alexei’s after work.”

“So you’re better at casual get togethers,” Eddie said before he could stop himself. Did I wink at him? Christ.

Steve chuckled. “I prefer longer engagements, with the right people.”

The smiling eye contact Steve paired with the statement sent Eddie reeling. He knew he should cool off, run. Steve was a brand new coworker, but the possibility that Steve was flirting back had Eddie leaning in.

“I’m Eddie Munson. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner.”

Steve took the hand and gave it a quick shake but didn’t let go. “I know, saw your picture with Rick in the hall. I'm Steve.”

Eddie’s mouth went dry and his eyes briefly panned down Steve’s body. I bet he’s built. His eyes stopped on the way back up at Steve’s neckline. Oh hell no.

Just like the poor filter from his brain to his mouth Eddie had a similar problem stopping his hand from dropping Steve’s, reaching up, and zipping down his coveralls. “You can't wear that,” Eddie said, whinier than he’d wanted to.

“Wha- What?” Steve’s face was completely flushed now.

Without pause Eddie pulled the zipper down from his coveralls. He was wearing a Christmas sweater that depicted Santa, riding through the skies in a DeLorean. So was Steve.

“I- oh, Oh!” Steve doubled over laughing; it was infectious.

When Eddie stopped laughing he tugged on one of Steve’s sweater sleeves. “Where’d you even get that? I found mine in this weird novelty shop across from the ga… bar, the bar I regularly go to.”

“Early Christmas gift. My best friend and I saw it in a store window and it uh, reminded her of some stuff from when we were teens.”

“Well, one of us will have to change. Otherwise we’ll be the butt of every joke tonight.” Briefly Eddie thought about smearing Steve with some grease in the garage, or spilling coffee on him. But the fondness the guy spoke with when he mentioned his friend buying it for him halted those plans. “I mean, I’ve probably got something else out in my van I could throw on. Just won’t be as ‘festive,’” he added, wriggling his fingers as he said it.

“I wouldn’t mind matching with you, but if you say you need to take it off…” Steve cocked his head to the side, staring straight into Eddie’s eyes. There was no mistaking it now. Steve, the new hire, was flirting with him. “Do you think you need an extra hand?”

“Changing?” Eddie swallowed audibly.

“Mmmhmm. If you’ve got time, I mean you must’ve come in early to finish something?” Steve's coy smile waned and his brow furrowed slightly with concern that he was about to derail Eddie’s morning plans. In all reality, Steve might have derailed Eddie’s plans for the rest of the year. Mrs. Teitler could wait.

“Stevie, I’ve got all the time in the world for you.”

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