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Don't assume on Valentine's Day
Ezra x plus size female reader (Angel)
This post and blog is 18+ MDNI
Word Count: just under 1.7k
Summary: A relationship with Ezra can be a wonderfully frustrating thing.
Warnings: Ezra is his own warning, HANDS, illusion to smut (I think it is, it's a lot less - descriptive then I normally am), angst, chocolate (been a while since Nerdie had some food in here), fluff
Notes: Ezra has been rolling around in my WIPs for months. Don't know what to do with the man, there might be brain rot starting to form. Finally, I feel like I write him well enough in a different WIP to try my hand at a one-shot. He led me to Valentine's Day and we're here. It's my first time posting something I've written with him so... 👀 Who knows? Dividers are by @saradika-graphics 🥰 They're very cute!
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“My glorious cinnamon angel, that I should partake of your bounty daily is a miracle that I shall not waste a single solitary moment of.”
“I was Nutmeg the other day, I’m not sure how I changed spices.”
“It would be wise to accept what someone tells you the first time.”
“I’m pretty sure you told me you weren’t a good man when we met and that if my recollection serves me,” Familiar scruff grazes your cheek from behind as arms wrap around your soft frame. You were purposely trying to imitate his drawl and doing a poor job of it. His chuckles tickled your neck, “I shall at most my dear woman, tell you two lies and one truth. For it's easiest to remember your lies if there’s a sprinkle of fact on top.” He leans back, not releasing you, but making room for his forehead to be pressed between your shoulder blades as his chuckle turns into booming laughter that can be felt down your spine.
“Is that what you believe me to sound like? I’m appalled.” Ezra lifts his head so his face lands squarely into your soft tresses, you wore your familiar ponytail and placed a kiss to the back of your neck before moving to your side, “I’ll need to further educate you with my musings and prose.” Laying your head on his shoulder, that’s something you’ve always wanted from him these past few months. More of the man named Ezra.
He’d told you he was not a good man, a ‘reprobate and a scamp.’ It was in a bar. One friend had left early because their kid decided it was a great night to ride with friends on motorized scooters when someone was injured. The other friend has captured her mark and gave you the text of her location and that she was heading out. Your last drink of the night that you had settled on a mai tai, though you’d found that it was paid for by a man making his way over to you. He was tall, had a striking nose, a red leather jacket and a grin that exudes confidence. He leans on the bar next to you, grinning wider when you sip the mai tai he’s paid for.
“Good evening my dear, may I take the seat next to you?” You tell him yes and he sits, eyes still trained on you. You shift on your stool under his focus gaze, you’re used to more glassy eyed stares that wander away. You tell him your name and he repeats it three times, committing it to memory, it makes sense because now you know he only calls you by name if there’s an issue to be had. Otherwise, Ezra is an avid lover of terms of endearment. The night continues as you two make small talk and you’ve long finished your drink.
The noise in the bar is starting to die down the later it gets and that’s when he says it, what gets his hooks into you, “My bountiful Angel, I am a reprobate scamp of a man. It would be wise to get yourself home, however,” his large hand, one of the two that bring you as much ecstasy as they do longing, slides from your thigh where it had been sitting the majority of your conversation and you had not moved it, over to the small of your back. “I would be doing a disservice to myself and you if I did not offer to sully your beauty just a bit.” You’ve turned to look at him, your eyes heavy with desire. That was well before he even proposed the idea. Your breath hitches as he kisses your shoulder and has his face a few inches from yours. “With efforts made on both our parts, I may become a better man for the night and you may find the indulgence to be quite gratifying.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket, you smack your lips into his, hungry for him and he smiles into the kiss. You’re aware he’s captured you and you’re fine with it, taking him to your apartment and peeling each other's clothes off.
Ezra’s hands roamed your body and he spoke nearly the entire time, but you’re not only enamored with him but his voice. It reminds you of honey bourbon, with plenty of kick but dashes of sweetness as he makes you moan, cry and peak repeatedly. He’s tried you out in several different positions, curious to see how he could manipulate your body. Hands traced your numerous curves, folds, and rolls, his experimentation of what was possible to do with you continued. You’re certain that in addition to the sweat, saliva and production of both of your bodies revelry were tears and not just your own. The loquacious reprobate had moments of tenderness in between the bites, bruising and stretching, it would be that was the mention of truth.
For a night and in a twisted fashion, he did become a better man with you under, over and beside him.
You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, maybe after the fourth or fifth time, but you didn’t see him when you woke up. It was a shame, you at least wanted to tell him goodbye, maybe had the chance to ask if he could come by again. To your surprise, he made coffee and was complaining about the lack of a newspaper and items to make pancakes. Ezra does comment that your coffee is decent though. It set the stage for your relationship with him now that he didn’t just leave that morning.
Nothing is defined. No labels are used outside of different names you call each other lovingly. He had a key to your apartment two months after your first night. It’s been about six months now and you’ve wanted to ask what you are to him, if there are others because there’s no one else for you. Ezra, despite his mysteries and supposed ‘scamp’ status, has been nothing but kind to you when you’re with him. He makes you feel seen and heard, his often dramatic use of language not hiding his affection for you. Is that all you two have? Just an affection toward each other and an affinity for how your bodies connect?
Pondering this while sitting on your couch, it made you think of a conversation you’d had with him about a month ago when he began giving you money on a bi-weekly basis. You assume that however he makes money, you hadn’t asked and it’s either something he’s not proud of, or something he can’t tell you.
“You don’t have to give me anything Ezra honey. I’m just happy you’re here.”
“I’m well aware you have not asked Angel, that’s why I am offering it to you. I may be a man of little honor but the amount of time I spend here warrants such a gift.”
“We don’t do gifts. I thought we agreed on that. We’re both miserly.” Your light giggle warrants a small chuckle from Ezra.
“Your presence is a gift to me just like every interaction. Don’t argue with me.” He states your name softly. It’s a gentle warning to not refuse him. You nod, kiss him and quickly embrace him. His words had a profound effect on you as they often did. His large hands rubbed your back, arms around you as well.
Ezra has decided to stop by on Valentine’s Day. You two have never discussed it and from your understanding, he likely wouldn’t be interested. Neither would you. It would be just another day, had he not just walked through the door with small bags with hearts on them. The surprise on your face is obvious as he sets them down on your coffee table after removing his boots.
“Now before conclusions are drawn, they were buy one, get one half off.”
“Why did you think to buy the first one?”
“I wanted to bring you something sweet. Is that not what this day is for?”
“It is, but we’ve never talked about it. I assumed you wouldn’t be interested.”
“Your assumptions are not unfounded. It was you Angel so, I felt I should get something.”
“Thank you. I love the milk chocolate truffles. Ezra, you’re…too good to me.”
He sits down next to you on the couch with a quizzical look, his hand finding a place on your knee, “That my dear Angel I doubt. Why do you think so?”
“It’s…just a fleeting thought. Pay it no mind.” You grab one of the bags and take one of the chocolates, popping it out of its wrapper and into your mouth. The smooth cascade of chocolate hits your tongue and has you moan. Normally Ezra would make a comment about that, but he’s focused again as he periodically has needed to. He’s sure he knows why you’re having such a thought and for all his words, he hadn’t told you what he’d felt when you gave him your key. Your name drops from his lips slowly and your eyes fix on his. Where is this warning coming from?
“Listen. No matter this blasted holiday or any other day, I need you my dearest sweet Angel. In my life and at my side. My delay in telling you this has caused you some undue anguish. Parish those ideas. You are the only one who’s bed I will warm and who I would even consider engaging in this farce of a celebration with. I would have hoped you knew but some things are better said and done.” A tender kiss to your forehead as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs, he then rubbed his nose against yours that had your smile come back.
“This Valentine’s day was the best one yet. Thank you Ezra, for everything. I’m happy to know some of my assumptions were correct.”
“There’s few things that you do that are not correct my bountiful Angel. There may be some merits to this holiday. We’ll need to celebrate again next year to be fully sure.”
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Wet Dreamz (m.s)
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matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut and swearing
preview: matt and you were partners for a project. he unexpectedly started having sinful dreams about you, suddenly craving you ever since. one thing nobody knew; he was a virgin.
“y/n, you will be partnered with Matt.” the teacher says trying to grab your attention. “y/n? are you listening?” you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. “huh?” you ask. “you’re partnered with Matt for this project.” he replies with an unamused look. you look around before you look back at him. “who’s that?” you ask.
he lets out a sigh before speaking, “Matt raise your hand.” you look around again as you catch the eyes of a brown haired boy. you weren’t mad about it. he looked decent.
you get up and walk to where he was sitting. “next time y/n, i expect you to be paying attention. this project will effect your grade drastically if you do poorly.” you hear the teacher say looking at you. all you do is nod. you were barely passing the class.
Matt’s POV
i got paired with y/n. she didn’t even know who i was. i knew of her because she would get in trouble constantly due to her lack of focus. as she came to sit next to me, we clicked right away. we both dreaded school, but who doesn’t? as much as i didn’t like school, i still paid attention, unlike her, so i had to explain the whole point of the project to her.
we exchanged numbers after class so that we could talk about when we could meet up to work on it. we only had two weeks to complete it. i knew i had to stand on top of it because i know she won’t.
a few days pass, me and y/n still working on the project together, with us having to meet at lunch. i got to know a little bit more about her. she was pretty cool to talk to. we even started texting without talking about the project itself. so when this is done, it’d be cool to hang with her.
meeting during lunch really wasn’t a good idea. there was too much distractions. so i took the opportunity to invite her over to my place after school. she agreed and i ended up driving her with me once the final bell rang.
End of Matt’s POV
you and Matt were in his room as you sat on the floor. you were reading over some information from the website the teacher recommended and you were feeling overwhelmed. “all of this is hurting my head.” you say laying back on the floor. Matt lets out a small laugh as he responds, “me too. i don’t get how this will be beneficial in the future.” you shot up looking at him, “exactly! school is so bullshit to me. they don’t even teach real world shit.” you say sighing. “i agree. but i didn’t put up with almost 12 years of school just to fail.” he says. you groan, “right. it would be wasteful. i’m pretty sure you don’t have anything to worry about. my grades are literally on the edge of failing.” “well, i could help you.” he suggests. all you do is let out a laugh, “trust me, teaching me is hard.”
“i’ve been teaching you these past days. trust me i know.” Matt responds as you both let out a laugh. “it’s hot in here.” you say taking off your hoodie, pulling down your shirt as it lifted a bit. Matt looks at you as he catches a glimpse of your cleavage. he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. where has all of that been hiding? he wonders. “well let’s continue working on this.” he says trying to move past it. all you do is nod as you lay on your stomach continuously reading.
when you weren’t paying attention, Matt would stare at you slightly. he would stare at the way your tits were pressed against the floor, thinking how perfect they were.
after a few hours, Matt takes you home. “thank you for the ride.” you say smiling, slinging your backpack on one shoulder. “yeah of course” he replies. you open the door stepping out, but as you get up, your hoodie raises slightly revealing your thong peeking out above your jeans slightly. Matt catches a glimpse turning red. you shut the door and walk away. he sits there in his car for a bit as he gulps before driving away.
Matt arrives home tidying his room before going to bed. he picks up one of his notebooks as he sees a sticky note on it reading, ‘thank you for dealing with me as a partner - Y/N’.
he smiles at the note as he puts it down on his bed side table, getting into bed. as he lays there, he couldn’t help but think about what his eyes caught from you earlier. your cleavage and your thong. he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Matt stop that.” he whispers to himself before shutting his eyes going to sleep.
Matt’s dream POV
you and Matt were sitting on your bed working on the project. Matt wasn’t paying attention to you as much and you were bothered by it. you took matters into your hands and you closed the book he was studying. you got on top of him, sitting on his lap as he gets caught off guard. you pull him into a passionate kiss and next thing you knew, you were under the covers tangled together naked.
End of Matt’s dream
Matt’s POV
i woke up sitting up quickly with my breathing uneven. what was that?! my heart was racing. did i just have a wet dream?!
i pulled up the covers to see a wet stain on top of the crotch of my sweats. what the fuck. this has never happened before. with y/n?! why? because of what i saw yesterday? i never even had sex before. how could i have easily dreamed of it? i gulp before getting up. i head to the bathroom to clean myself. i really can’t believe that just happened. now all i could do is replay it in my head. i groan at the thought.
after i got ready, i headed straight to school. on the drive there, i still couldn’t stop replaying everything that happened in my dream. even if i tried to distract myself, it wouldn’t go away. i needed it bad.
End of Matt’s POV
you and Matt were in class as you tried to tell him a story. all he was doing was nodding and staying quiet. “Matt? are you okay?” you question. he shakes his head before speaking, “yeah- yeah i’m good. sorry.” you give him a questionable look as you reply, “well you weren’t really paying attention as i spoke.” you laugh a bit. “oh i was.” he says with a nervous smile. “yeah okay.” you say turning your body straight, pretending to pay attention to the teacher.
Matt does the same as he groans quietly to himself. he didn’t know if he should tell you or not about what he imagined. he decided to shrug it off.
it was the end of the day again as you both end up at Matt’s house. you were standing up as you rehearsed your lines on what to say for the presentation. Matt just sat there looking lost. “Matt seriously what is wrong? i can’t do this without you, you know?” you say frustrated. “i’m sorry. i’ve just been having a hard time.” he responds scratching the back of his neck. “well we really need to focus on this. if you need to get something off your chest, do it now so we can continue.” you say. Matt hesitates before speaking, “okay well i sort of had an odd dream last night.” you look at him confused. “okay?” you reply. “it wasn’t a normal dream.” he continues.
“what? were you like having sex or something?” you ask jokingly with a laugh. but he just sits there staying silent with a blank face. “oh. oh! you did!” you exclaim. “who was it about?” asking with curiosity. “some random girl from class.” he says lying through his teeth. “so what’s the big deal?” you ask. “this your first time having a wet dream?” all he does is nod. you widen your eyes, “really? that’s new. i would’ve thought you were like every other guy constantly thinking about sex.” letting out a laugh. “why is it bothering you so much?”
“because, it’s weird. especially with this specific girl.” he responds. you raise an eyebrow before asking a question, “have you ever had sex before?” the question takes Matt by surprise as he responds quickly, “of course i have!” he lies. you let out a laugh. “okay! sorry! well then you shouldn’t be so weirded out. now come on. lets focus.” replying to him.
it still was eating him in the inside.
*time skip*
after the weeks flew by, you and Matt got an ‘A’ for your presentation. you decided to celebrate by treating Matt with fast food. you both sat on his bed eating. “thank you for being such a good partner.” you say with a smile taking a bite from your burger. “no, thank you.” he replies. you couldn’t help but notice he still was acting strange these past days. “Matt don’t tell me you’re still on about the sex dream.” you ask wiping your hands with a napkin. “you should just shoot your shot already since it’s eating you up. maybe she’ll feel the same.” he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t know how to approach her. plus, that’s weird. i had a sex dream about her and what? i just walk up to her and tell her that? that's creepy.” he replies. you laugh at his response. “well not quite but, i don’t like how you’re acting so off.” you say taking another bite.
Matt sighs as he shakes his head, “just forget it y/n. i’m fine.” you stop in your place as you shake your head. “okay that’s it.” placing the unfinished food on his side table. you wipe your mouth with a napkin as you look at him. it was silent for a bit until you spoke up, “do you want to kiss me?” you blurt out. Matt’s eyes widen. “what?” he asks.
Matt’s POV
i hesitated for a bit. “to help distract you.” she says with a small laugh. "uh- uh yeah sure." I say hesitantly. i mean i couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. i scoot closer to her. i’ve only ever kissed one other person and i don’t think it was good so maybe this will be different. i can hear my heart pounding out of my chest. i put my hand on her cheek as i lean in and kiss her softly. she scoots closer without breaking the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders.
to her she might think this is just a distraction but, little did she know my dream was about her. we continue to kiss as she swings her leg around to straddle me. i put my hands on her waist as the kisses get heavier. i could feel myself get hard beneath her and i could tell she notices. i pull away from embarrassment, “i’m so sorry.” i say. all she does is smile and respond with, “it’s okay.” pulling me into another kiss. i could feel her start to grind against my clothed dick. i let out a small groan from the feeling. i pull away as i lay her down gently. “d-do you want to do this?” i say nervously but, i couldn’t expose the fact this would be my first. she nods as she kisses me again. she takes off my shirt as i do the same for her. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off leaving me in my boxers as she does the same with her pants leaving her in her under garments. i gulp looking at her body. come on Matt play it cool. we kiss again as she rubs my dick through my boxers. i really hope i’m big enough.
i reach into my drawer as i pull out a condom. i bought a box just in case i were to lose it. which i am now, so it was good preparation. i open rip off the deal as i look at her. “uh.. i haven’t done this in a while so.. i might not be as good.” i warn her lying. i’ve never done this at all. i had to prepare her just in case i cum quick. “it’ll be good” she reassures me. she takes the condom from my hand as i take off my boxers slowly. i see her eyes widen a bit as she slowly wraps the condom on my dick. i lay her back down, sliding her panties to the side, and align myself at her entrance. she gives me a smile as i look down at what i’m about to do. i push myself into her slowly as i watch her relax.
i hear her moan softly as i continue to push my full length into her. “shit.” i groan quietly. i watch her face as i start to thrust slowly. she shut her eyes as she bites her lip softly. i can’t believe this is happening. my dream finally coming true. i pick up the pace as i put both my hands on her sides. “yes just like that.” she moans out putting her hands on my chest. i kiss her as i continue to go deeper into her keeping my fast tempo.
“fuck Matt you feel so good.” she moans. every time she spoke i felt my dick twitch. her moans were heavenly. “you’re so perfect.” i whisper to her. i lay myself on her slightly as she scratches my back. her scratches were hard as i feel the slight sting.
all my worries disappear once i find out i’m actually doing a good job. she made me feel a bit more confident. as soon as i was about to cum i pull out because i wanted to keep pleasing her. i pull her by her thighs as i put my head in between her legs. i start licking at her folds softly as she lets out a breath. i then start sliding my tongue up and down, swirling my tongue on her clit. i felt her grip my hair lightly. “oh Matt.” she moans. “you taste so good.” i say continuing to eat her out. “Matt i’m going to cum.” she says as i start to suck on her clit. she throws her head back as she arches her back, shoving her pussy more into my face. “yes Matt just like that!” she screams out as she cums all over my mouth.
i get back up as i lick my lips, realigning myself as i thrust back into her sensitive core. she gasps as she grips onto my arms. i thrust at a fast pace before cumming inside her into the condom. “oh fuck.” i moan out.
we were both catching our breath as i pull out of her. i take off the condom and throw it in the trash. "you must be a pro or something. that was incredible.” she says sitting up putting her clothes on.
good to know. little did she know, i ain't ever did this before.
a/n: not my best work lol. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! thank you :) - L 🤍
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Sweet Leaf | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader
Summary: Finally starting to spend time with Eddie outside of your bedroom, everybody seems to know about the two of you but Dustin.
Word Count: 10.3k
Warnings: 18+ mdni, eddie’s never-ending pet names, frequent drug use (marijuana), smut, lots of high sex in the whole series idk what to tell you lol, tiny bit of dry humping, eddie’s fishnet fetish?, skinny dipping, fingering, p in v (unprotected but he pulls out), sex in an empty parking lot, squirting, pretty heavy subspace, not angst but crying after sex, eddie’s a little fucknasty sometimes but he worships his lady, cheesy ahh ending
A/N: just two emotionally damaged stoners trying to figure out how to love each other, what more can i say? the length of this one just kept getting away from me lol i’ve loved writing this series and even though the main storyline is over i’d love to keep writing about these two if anybody sends in blurb/headcanon requests or anything like that !! i had plenty of little ideas i had to leave out !!
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Eddie paused in the mirror, fixing the hair laying on his forehead. He fidgeted with his shirt, trying to get it to sit right on his shoulders– it was an old Kill ‘Em All t-shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of ages ago. He huffed and did one more frantic scan of his bedroom, hands fluttering uselessly at his sides as he was sure there had to be something he’d missed. Bed made, laundry done, and messes cleared away, his room looked cleaner than he’d seen it in probably two years. Deciding it wasn’t gonna get any cleaner in the next fifteen minutes, he dashed down the short hallway to double-check that the living room was spotless.
He’d draped the nicest blanket they had over the back of the couch and even specifically bought a few candles to light around the room just for the occasion. A few pre-rolled joints sat out on the coffee table alongside the selection of horror movies that Steve definitely didn’t let him sneak out of Family Video for free; he wanted to give you options, so he settled on The Thing, A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Shining, and The Evil Dead. He would have happily taken you to see a movie, maybe even a drive-in, but you’d said you’d rather it be just the two of you.
Three knocks sounded at the door, making him jump. You were four minutes earlier than he expected. Stepping to the door, he glanced around the room again and blew out a heavy breath before he opened it.
And there you were. Black shorts peeking out under your baggy Dio tee and a bag of snacks in hand from the gas station a couple miles off, you smiled at him. “Hi.”
Eddie couldn’t help his cheesy grin as he replied, “Hey.” Something about you was so enrapturing to him. He could have just stared at you, standing in the afternoon sunlight shining on his doorstep, forever.
“You gonna let me in?”
“Oh! Uh– right.” He moved aside, opening the door wider. “It’s not exactly the Ritz, but uh–”
“Oh, knock it off. I don’t care about that shit.” You looked around, taking in the collection of hats and mugs lining the walls. The warm light outside made the closed mismatched curtains glow. “I think it’s perfect.”
He cleared his throat to overcome the warmth in his chest before he spoke. “I got a few different movies if you wanna pick.”
“Ooh, can we watch The Shining? It’s been a little while since I’ve seen it, it’s one of my favorites.”
“Sure thing,” He nodded. As he turned on the TV and put the tape in the VHS player, you found a seat on the couch and grabbed a joint off the table to light up. While you seemed totally at ease in his trailer, he was as nervous as the first time he met you. First date jitters, he supposed. You looked so comfortable curled up and smoking in the corner of his couch that, as he settled at the opposite end, he couldn’t help but feel like you belonged there.
Your legs stretched into his lap as you scooted down a bit to pass him the joint. He rubbed his free hand back and forth along your calf absentmindedly. “I don’t know how long you were planning on staying– if you wanna stick around after this movie, I could make a frozen pizza and we could watch another or something.”
“Sounds good to me,” You hummed in return.
Forty-five minutes into the movie, the first joint was gone and Eddie was focused intently on the television screen. You started to get fidgety though, foot nudging against his thigh. “What’d you sit so far away for?”
“I dunno, just thought I’d give you your space I guess? I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.”
“C’mere.” Pinching at his shirt, you tugged until he scooted himself to you. Your legs lay completely over his lap as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I don’t need space, I came here to be with you. It’s cute you’re taking this whole ‘first date’ thing so seriously, though.”
His cheeks flushed a little pink and he fiddled with his rings over your lap. “Sorry, I just– I want this to go well.” He laughed nervously as he continued, “I want to keep seeing you outside your bedroom, y’know? I want you to come to my shows, and I wanna take you to the diner, and I wanna kiss you goodbye after Hellfire sessions.”
You gave him a little smile, turning his face toward you to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I wanna do that stuff too, Eds. You know that you mean something to me, right? I just wanna go slow in the Dustin department. He has to be okay with this.”
“Okay,” Eddie nodded instantly, “However you wanna go about it. I swear, I’ll even ask the little loudmouth for his blessing when you want me to. I mean, I love that kid too.”
For a split second you just took in his features, and those big, earnest eyes were impossible not to believe. The material of his shirt scrunched between your fingers as you drew his lips to yours again. “Thank you for being there for him. And for me. You don’t know how much it means.”
He brushed a strand of hair back from your face with a little smile. “I think I do, sweetheart.”
“Hey, so where’s your sister?” Mike asked, shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “She’s like…always home.”
“I don’t know,” Dustin frowned, “I guess she just told Mom she was going out. Maybe I should call Robin and ask if she’s with her.”
“Dude, she’s an adult,” Lucas shook his head slightly. “She probably doesn’t need you to check in on her, I’m sure she’s fine.”
“But what if she isn’t?” As he continued, he paced the length of the basement, hands gesturing wildly with his words. “And what is she doing? ‘Going out’? What does that mean? Why is she trying to hide where she’s going? What if it’s somewhere sketchy?”
“You need to calm down,” Mike insisted. “It really isn’t that serious, she’s probably with Robin and Steve or something.”
“Right, so I should just call Robin and make sure!”
Lucas still rolled his eyes, but Dustin was already dashing up the stairs to the phone. “Great, now he’s gonna lose it if she’s not with Robin.”
“Where else would she be?”
“Literally anywhere, man. She could be at the record store, or with Nancy, or maybe with...”
“You don’t think she could be with Eddie–” But Mike was cut off by footsteps thundering down the stairs.
“She’s not with Robin, Steve, or Nancy which means I’m out of people to call which means I’m officially concerned. Do you think we should go out and start checking places? I mean, what if she smoked like– like– bad weed or something? I don’t know how that stuff works! Why wouldn’t she tell me where she’s going? She should know I’m worried sick!”
“Oh my god, would you relax? Did you talk to your mom?”
“Well, of course she thinks everything’s fine! She trusts us both implicitly when she obviously shouldn’t!”
Mike pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a breath before he looked at him. “I seriously think you’re overreacting. Like Lucas said, she’s an adult; she doesn’t have to tell you everything. She’s allowed to have a life.”
Having returned to his pacing, Dustin halted and looked at him with an offended expression. “Are you trying to say I’m clingy? I’m not clingy!”
“I’m not saying you’re clingy! I’m just saying that you do your own shit, she probably does her own shit too. Maybe she’s taking time to herself or maybe she’s out with a guy or something.”
“There’s no way she’s out with a guy. She would tell me if there was a guy! And where would she even meet a guy? Work? She barely talks to anyone, you guys know that!” Mike and Lucas shared a glance before looking in different directions.
“Look, if she’s not home in an hour we’ll go check a couple places, alright?” Lucas finally sighed.
“An hour? It’s already a quarter after nine!” Then they heard the front door close and Dustin was racing back up the stairs. There you stood, kicking off your shoes beside everyone else’s, a smile on your face that you were trying to bite back. Until your brother and his friends burst out of the basement. “And where on Earth have you been?”
You looked at him questioningly. “Enjoying my day off?”
“By yourself? Until nine-thirty at night?” He placed his hands on his hips, scanning you with a scrutinizing gaze. “What were you doing?”
“What’s with the third degree? I stopped at the bookstore, then I went out in the woods and read for a while. Is that okay, Mom?”
“Don’t condescend to me, you had me worried half to death!”
As you replied, you ruffled his hair. “Aw, well that’s very sweet, Dusty. I’m fine though, you don’t need to wait up for me.”
“See? We told you there was nothing to worry about,” Mike chimed. When he and Lucas gave each other another pointed look, however, he knew they’d both seen the faint hickey peeking out from your shirt collar that Dustin had apparently missed.
“Goodnight, boys. I’ll make you guys some breakfast in the morning, alright?” They all called back their own goodnights as you headed down the hallway to your bedroom and they made their way back into the basement.
Later that night you were dozing off, still dressed and on top of the blankets, when you jolted back to full consciousness at the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Grumbling a little under your breath, you rubbed your eyes.
You were halfway down the hall when you heard the basement door creak open, and suddenly you were wide awake. At half past midnight, there was no way anyone other than Eddie was calling and there was definitely no way Dustin could answer that call. Increasing your pace to a slightly-panicked speedwalk until you were in the room with him, you just barely made it to the phone before him. You pressed the receiver into your chest to muffle your voice as you practically whispered, “Don’t worry about it, Dusty, it’s for me.”
“Who is it?”
“Nancy, she wanted to talk about what I got from the bookstore but she was busy with Robin and Steve,” You answered easily. He nodded and yawned out another goodnight before booking it back downstairs. Letting out a relieved exhale, you finally raised the phone to your ear. “Sorry, Dustin almost picked up. Everything okay?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. Everything’s fine. I tried not to call, I swear I did, but–” He laughed a little embarrassedly, “Fuck, when can I see you again?”
“Eddie,” You whispered through a little giggle. “You had to call about that now?”
“I mean, I could always come over so we could talk about it in person instead,” He teased.
“I just left your place three hours ago.”
“Should’a just stayed the night, babe,” He sighed regretfully.
Clutching at non-existent pearls, you replied, “Stay the night? On the first date? Eddie Munson, what kind of girl do you take me for?”
“Of course, sweet thing, you’re right. You could never do anything so scandalous as sharing a bed with me before we’re really goin’ steady.” You could picture that smirk on his face as he spoke. “Guess that means we’ve gotta plan a second date, huh?”
“Guess so,” You hummed. “Have anything in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking,” He began slowly. “Maybe you could come to one of our shows? I know that’s not a super great date idea since I’m gonna be on stage pretty much the whole time and everything, but–”
“No, that sounds great,” You interrupted. “When’re you guys playing next?”
“Friday night at eight.”
“Alright, I’ll see you at The Hideout on Friday then.”
“Alright,” He cooed back playfully. “G’night, baby.”
Standing in front of your open closet, you rustled through all your clothes in indecision. “I don’t know what I should wear.” Nancy, Robin, and Steve sat side by side by side on the edge of your bed, peering into the closet from behind you. The latter opened his mouth to share an opinion but held his tongue as your younger brother leaned in your door.
“What’re you doing?”
“Uh– just trying to find something to wear, I’m going out later.” You shrugged off his question and continued shuffling through your hanging shirts.
“Again with this ‘going out’ stuff! With who?”
“Us,” Nancy interjected casually.
“Thought we’d go check out Eddie’s show at The Hideout tonight,” Steve added. “Show him some support since it’s usually just the drunks there.”
Dustin eyed you for a split second but seemed to move on from whatever suspicion he had toward you quickly. “Cool, I’ll let Mike and Lucas know. We were gonna hang at Mike’s, but we can all go to the show together instead.”
“You can’t come, Dusty. That’s not a kid-friendly environment,” You told him apologetically.
“What? Come on! We’re not kids, we’re in high school! We wanna see Eddie perform too, he’s our friend!”
“Oh, so now he’s just your guys’ friend,” Steve chimed. “Before, you were practically begging us to get along.” He stood and crossed the room to ruffle Dustin’s curls. “Seriously, dude, your sister’s right. This place is nothing but adults drinking, I doubt they’d even let you stay if you came in with us.”
“See? Your mother says no,” You confirm. “Sorry, Dustin, really. Maybe we could all do something together as a big group though soon, yeah? All of us and the Hellfire club. We could sit in on a session or take you all to the movies or something, okay?”
He paused, fidgeting with one of the buttons on his undone, patterned overshirt. “That’d actually be pretty cool. You’d do that?”
“Yeah, kid, it’s no problem.” You walked over to give him a side hug before nudging him out the door. “Now beat it, I’ve gotta get ready.” It took another minute or two of brainstorming before you decided to snag Dustin’s Hellfire t-shirt from his laundry basket– thank God you had just done his laundry for him. You thought it’d be the best fan attire since Corroded Coffin wasn’t exactly selling merchandise.
Once you were ready to go, Robin called shotgun as the four of you piled into Steve’s car. “Sorry that you guys have to tag along now, but you know how Dustin gets.”
Glancing at you briefly in the rearview mirror, Steve replied, “It’s no big deal. Sorry I told him you were going to see Eddie.”
“It’s fine,” You shook your head. “I wanna lie to him as little as possible anyway, I just haven’t figured out how to bring it up yet.”
“I know he wants you to, but you don’t always have to tell him everything right away,” Robin reminded you. “I mean, what were you gonna tell him– that you were fucking one of his best friends? He doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like you guys are actually together yet–” She was interrupted by a punch in the shoulder from Steve.
He gave her an incredulous look before Nancy took over, reaching over and squeezing your hand. “What she means is, you guys should take your relationship at your own pace and tell Dustin when you think the time is right.”
“Right, that’s exactly what I was gonna say,” Steve added.
Robin rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Harrington.”
“What? I was!”
When you were finally standing in the parking lot of The Hideout, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Robin hooked an arm around your shoulders and started for the door. “Come on,” She drawled. “Let’s catch ‘em before the show starts, you’ll be okay.”
They weren’t hard to find, setting up on stage front and center. You could see Eddie kneeling down to plug in the amp until Gareth lightly hit his arm and pointed in your direction. A grin stretched across his face as his stare dragged over your frame, taking in your fishnets, short skirt, and Hellfire tee. He excused himself to the rest of the guys before jogging over to you. “Hey, I didn’t realize you guys were coming along.”
“Yeah, I’m really sorry I didn’t give you a heads-up. Dustin found out where I was going and I didn’t want him to get nosy–”
“Are you kidding? This is the most sober people we’ve ever had in an audience, don’t sweat it.” He briefly squeezed your waist then let his hand settle on your back, fingers drumming impatiently. You looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t meet your eyes just yet. “I appreciate you guys coming, I know it’s not really your kinda music.”
Steve waved him off. “Nah, man, I’m sure it’ll be great.”
“Thanks, Harrington.” His arm moved from your waist to your shoulders, “I’m gonna steal her from you guys for a couple minutes if you don’t mind. I wanted to show her some of the equipment.” Robin opened her mouth to make a smart remark but was stopped by another punch from Steve.
He guided you to a nook behind one of the walls in the far corner of the bar. Humming lowly, he cupped your face so you’d look at him. “You really dressed for the occasion, pretty girl. You look fucking incredible.”
“Well, I haven’t gotten my exclusive Corroded Coffin t-shirt yet, so I figured this was the next best thing.”
“My apologies, babe, I’ll get right on that.” He dipped his head to press a long, slow kiss to your lips.
“Somebody smoked a joint without me,” You teased.
With a good-natured smile, he rolled his eyes in false exasperation. “Sorry, should’a gotten here earlier. We can smoke all you want after, alright? Pothead.”
“What’s that thing people say?” You asked sarcastically. “I think it was something about a pot, maybe a kettle?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He laughed. A whistle from Gareth called his attention to the stage and he exhaled heavily. “Okay, that’s my cue. Wish me luck?”
“Like you need it,” You pecked his lips. “I’m really excited to hear you play. You guys are gonna do great.” Eddie smiled and stole one last quick kiss before darting back to the stage, leaving you to make your way back to the others.
“We may have taken the liberty of getting you a drink,” Steve said as Robin pushed a glass across the table toward you.
“I would be offended if you hadn’t.” Taking a few swigs, you looked over to where Eddie was finally settling the mic into its stand, his guitar hanging from his shoulder. They didn’t bother with grand introductions given the small crowds that gathered weren’t exactly there to see Corroded Coffin; they simply started into their set.
The boys mostly stuck to covers of semi-popular songs– sticking to their roots with Metallica and Black Sabbath, but appeasing the bar patrons with some Led Zepplin and a grudging Bon Jovi song. A few pieces they’d weaved in were their own and you could tell, but they certainly weren’t out of place. You could see where their inspiration came from.
You caught up with Nancy, Robin, and Steve between songs, but they mostly carried the conversation as you watched Eddie. Anyone really paying attention would be able to see that he was in his element. Sweat matted his bangs to his forehead, fingers moving masterfully over the strings as he powered through Trapped Under Ice with incredible accuracy. While you had heard the dramatic voices he put on during Hellfire, you hadn’t known that he could also mimic James Hetfield and Ozzy very impressively. He wasn’t perfect, but what little he lacked in refinement and precision, he more than made up for with passion.
The middle-aged drunks occasionally gave some muted applause for the songs they recognized, but otherwise ignored the free entertainment. He really was underappreciated here. In front of a real audience, you couldn’t imagine the kind of stage presence he’d have.
Over the next two hours, you worked your way through a couple drinks. You hoped the frequent crossing of your legs could be attributed to the short skirt you were wearing rather than your dwindling patience and self-control as you waited for Eddie to finish his set. When they finally wrapped up their last song, you made your way up to the stage. He was lowering the mic stand when you got to him, holding his gaze as you dropped a twenty in the guitar case in front of him. There were only a few other bills and some loose change inside.
“God, please don’t. Seriously, that’s insulting.”
“Are you kidding? That’s an investment. I expect it back with interest when you guys make it big.” He held a hand out to you as you joined him on the stage. “Really, I thought you were amazing. You’ll see when you get outta this place.”
He just gave you a small smile and brushed his thumb over your cheek, eyes sweeping over your face briefly before he took both your hands. “So I really do wanna hang with you, babe, but I absolutely have to move all our gear first. Is there any way I can convince you to stick around?” His lips dragged over your knuckles, leaving a few kisses as he spoke. “Have a li’l smoke sesh in the back of the van once it’s empty. Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Your chest warmed at the attention he was lavishing you with in front of all of his friends– Dustin’s friends– and you tucked your chin a little bashfully. “That’s fine, Eds.”
“Awesome. We’re gonna finish loading the van, then you can ride with me to Gare’s to unload everything there, then I’m all yours. Cool?”
“Sounds good to me, rockstar.”
Holding your face in one hand, he squished your cheeks and shook your head back and forth lightly. “Always makin’ fun ‘a me, aren’t you?” He landed a kiss on your puckered lips and subtly patted your butt. “Go sit with your friends and I’ll let you know when I’m finished, okay? So glad I had my best girl cheerin’ me on tonight.”
As he went back to helping the guys pack up, you went back to Robin, Nancy, and Steve who paused their conversation when you sat down.
“Swooning already?”
“Somebody’s definitely looking a little starstruck,” Robin added. “Ready to ask him to sign your boobs?”
“The way it’s sounding, he might later,” You replied before taking a sip of your drink.
“I’m proud of you,” She nodded and took your hands dramatically over the table. “At least one of us is leading a successful love life. We will live vicariously through you.”
“Well then, let me know when we figure out how to tell our little brother that we’re dating his male mentor.”
“Wait, did Dustin say Eddie was his male mentor?” Steve interjected. “That’s so not true–”
Robin shook her head. “Steve, shut up.” She smacked your hand and nodded behind you just before you felt hands settle on your chair.
“Hey, you guys enjoy the show?” Eddie’s rings clinked against the metal of the chair, his voice not far from your ear making your heart rate pick up.
“Yeah, you guys were great. We’ll have to come again sometime,” Steve replied.
Nancy politely asked, “How long have you been playing, Eddie? Some of those songs seemed pretty complex.”
“I started playing with the guys when I was in eighth grade, but I started teaching myself around sixth. So, I guess about…nine or ten years?” He shrugged, thumbs drumming against the chair.
“You’re really talented,” She commended.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” His hand shifted to your shoulder before he continued on playfully, “Your guys’ friend here gets a backstage pass though, which means she gets to come watch us unload equipment at Gareth’s mom’s house and smoke my weed.” He took your hand as you stepped down from your high-top chair, pushing it in for you and grabbing your purse as you said goodbye. “Thank you guys again for coming. I’ll see you around soon, yeah?”
Steve gave him a one-armed hug as he nodded, “Definitely, man.”
The two of you walked back to the van, hand in hand, your steps echoing in the mostly-empty parking lot. The others were already waiting in Gareth’s garage passing around a joint when you pulled into the driveway. You followed Eddie around to the back of the van as he opened one of the back doors. Gareth got up to open the other one, handing you the joint as he passed you.
“Alright, boys, think we can manage our fastest unload yet?” Eddie asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Yeah. As long as you don’t tweak your fuckin’ back again, old ass,” Jeff scoffed in return.
“Seriously, dude. Lift with your legs,” Gareth chimed.
Eddie made a talking motion with his hand and mumbled mockingly back before grabbing one of Gareth’s drums. “Start moving your shit or I’ll stop discounting your weed.”
“Oh, yes! Forgive me, master!” Gareth snarked, voice quavering with feigned fear.
They all got to work on moving the drum kit out first before moving on to the other equipment. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you took a hit and sat on the edge of one of the chairs they had out. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I mean, there’s a fridge in the corner, you wanna grab a few beers?” Jeff asked, getting a grasp on one side of an amp.
Gripping the other side of the amp, Eddie gave him an unimpressed look. “Dude, did you seriously just send her on a beer run?”
“It’s literally the other side of the garage. Shut the fuck up and bend your knees.”
You grabbed a beer for everyone– except Eddie, who was stuck with cherry Coke until he was done driving– and passed them out when they were done moving the amps. Then, to kill some of the time, you sat in the van and packed a bowl to smoke with Eddie later. When the equipment left in the back started to dwindle, you, Jeff, and Barry made conversation while Eddie unloaded some of the lighter equipment with Gareth. Keeping his voice low, the drummer suddenly spoke. “You know you have to like– marry her, right?”
“What’re you talking about?” Eddie chuckled, though his face and neck warmed at the mental image.
Gareth jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in your direction. “Dude, she’s over there talking to your nerdy loser bandmates about Judas Priest’s influences on Iron Maiden’s first album. And she’s actually invested. You’re not gonna find another girl like that in Hawkins. Not to mention how you talk about her–”
“Alright, shut it,” He huffed. “Just help me get this shit out, it’s getting late.”
When the last of it was finally tucked away in Gareth’s garage, Eddie checked his watch and sighed. Eleven-thirty. “Damn.” Your conversation with the boys had drifted to your opinions on heavy metal power ballads when his hands settled on your waist. “Sorry that took so long, you ready to get going?”
“Don’t worry about it, Eds. I’ll see you guys later though, alright? We should really head out.” The three of them thanked you for coming and said their goodbyes before settling back into their fold-out chairs, presumably to keep getting fried.
You and Eddie climbed into the van and he started it up before looking over at you. “It’s not the first date anymore. Any chance I can convince you to stay the night?”
“No convincing needed. I didn’t know how late I’d be home so I already asked Nancy to cover for me if Dustin calls.”
“Wait, you really want to?”
“Of course I do. Will Wayne mind me staying there?”
“Oh, he wouldn’t care. He works the night shift and sometimes he works overtime, so he usually isn’t back until six or eight in the morning. And occasionally he’ll even stop for a drink with a couple guys from work and that could take ‘til ten,” He explained with a little crooked smile. “He’d love you, though.”
You noticed him freeze up a little as he registered his own words, so you took one of his hands and laced your fingers through his in your lap. “I’m sure I’d love him, too. He must be a great man if he raised you.”
He squeezed your hand lightly as he relaxed. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool.” There was a moment of quiet, just the low hum of the radio and the roar of the van until Eddie spoke again. “You wouldn’t wanna go to Lover’s Lake, would you?”
“Sure.” His hand settled on your thigh and your lips curled down as you repressed a little smirk. “I didn’t take you for the type.”
“Hey, I can be romantic,” He defended lightheartedly. “I just prefer places like these when they’re less populated.”
“Why? So you can smoke and have sex in them?” You asked with a joking scoff.
“No, I just like my privacy. It’s more intimate without a bunch of obnoxious people around.” He paused, then conceded. “But yes, I like to have a range of recreational activities to choose from. Is that so bad?”
You shifted your leg so his hand drifted further up your thigh. “You wouldn’t happen to be taking me there to do both, would you, Eds?”
“I’m taking you there to do whatever you wanna do, sweet thing.” His tone remained casual, but his hand slowly crept higher and higher. “We could lay down and look at the stars…Maybe go for a swim…” Goosebumps rose on your skin as his short nails dragged across it, fingers catching on the loops of your fishnets. “What d’you think?”
“We didn’t bring swimsuits,” You remind him.
“So?” He asked as he pulled into the small gravel lot hidden by the trees. Looking over at you with a smirk, he continued, “There’s no one else here.” He got out of the van and came around to open your door as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.”
After grabbing a couple of blankets from the back of the van, he took your hand and lead you out away from the trees. You helped him lay out the blankets, crawling onto them and kicking off your shoes. Eddie lay down beside you and you looked over at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been out here at night. It’s really pretty.”
“Can’t believe you think so when you get to look in the mirror every day,” He shot back without effort, giving you that goofy grin of his.
Lightly smacking his arm, you fought back a big smile of your own. “That was terrible, you know that, right? That was actually so bad.” Your combined laughter sounded loud in the near-silent clearing of the lake; your voices were only accompanied by the constant chirping of crickets and the occasional owl’s hoot.
He rolled onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he looked down at you. “You’ve gotta get used to taking my compliments, babe, even the corny ones. ‘Cause soon they’ll be comin’ non-stop.” You simply hummed in response, your hand finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to shift over you, arms on either side of you to support himself as his knee braced between your legs. Lips sticky with your lip gloss, his mouth made a path to your neck. “Y’really do look so pretty tonight, baby. Never seen you in a skirt before, I could barely pay attention to our set.”
“I thought you did amazing.” His hot breath on your neck made you squirm, grasping at his shirt as your hips wound against the firmness of his thigh. “Had me wet the whole time.”
“Fuck, wanted to get my hands on you so bad. Just performing had you all soaked for me, huh?” Your skirt rode up toward your waist until Eddie decided it was unnecessary, leaning back to yank it off. “Jesus H. Christ, fucking look at you.” Lying beneath him, fishnets stretched taut over your spread thighs leading up to your Hellfire tee, you were his fucking dream. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t a religious man but, at that moment, he wished he was because he felt like he needed to thank somebody for your existence. It was like every fantasy he’d ever had simply walked out of his head and into his life. “Seriously, I might need to take a minute.”
“Can you help me out of these while you do?” You ask, curling your legs up to your chest.
He guided one of them up to his shoulder, running his hand down your outstretched leg and eyeing the tights before he looked at you. “Am I in trouble if I say no?”
“If you take them off now without ripping them I’ll wear them for you again sometime,” You bargained teasingly.
“I’ll do it if you let me eat you out through them next time.”
You shoved lightly at his chest with your foot, trying not to laugh. “You’re such a freak.”
Eddie narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but you could see he didn’t take the name to heart coming from you as his hips pressed into your ass. “Careful callin’ me names, babe. I’m starting to like it when you’re mean to me.”
“Pervert.”
He hummed, trailing kisses down the inside of your leg and finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of your fishnets. “Only for you, sweetheart.” His short nails scraped gently along your skin again as he carefully drew the tights down your legs. The second they were off, you sat up to pull him into another hungry kiss.
Deepening it, he started to ease you onto your back again but was shocked when you pulled away. With a coy smile, you asked, “How ‘bout that swim?”
Baffled, he was unable to come up with a response before you were standing and whipping your shirt off. His brain kicked back into gear when you dashed away from him toward the lake. Then he was running after you, fumbling to kick off his shoes and strip in the process. He froze as he watched you take off your bra and jump in wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding. Finally kicking off his jeans, Eddie dove in after you.
Attempting to wipe the water from your eyes, you looked around for him in the water. Just as he breached the surface behind you, though, he grabbed your waist and shouted. Your squeal broke into a fit of giggles as he squeezed your sides and pulled you into his chest. “You’re such a dick!”
“That’s what you get for bein’ a tease.” Staying close to shore, the water came nearly to his shoulders. He urged you to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands settling under your butt to hold you comfortably.
Arms settling loosely around his neck, you looked away pointedly, that mischievous little expression finding its way to your face again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course, you don’t. ‘Cause the sweet girl I know would never do a thing like that, right?” He asked sarcastically.
You shook your head and answered in a falsely solemn tone. “Never.”
He chuckled softly until you leaned into him, nipples hardened from the chill of the water and pressing into his chest. Faint smiles never left your faces as you shared a few messy kisses. His hand rubbed soothingly up and down your spine while you pushed a strand of wet hair from his face. Swept off his shoulders, his soaked hair allowed you to see his whole face more clearly than ever. He started to feel self-conscious as your eyes drifted slowly over his features, taking him in, your thumb stroking over a spot beneath his ear that gave him chills. “You’re so handsome, Eddie.” He opened his mouth slightly like he was going to respond, but he couldn’t seem to think of anything so you changed the topic for him. “It’s nice here at night, we should come back again sometime when we don’t have any other plans.”
Eyebrows furrowing, he frowned in confusion. “What do you mean ‘other plans’?”
Untangling yourself from him, you faced him and swam backward toward the dock. “Hotboxing the van and having amazing sex, obviously. C’mon.” Climbing out, you held your arm tight over your chest as you snagged your bra off the dock and ran to the blankets still on the ground.
Eddie was close behind, picking up his trail of abandoned clothing. He started to apologize for the lack of towels, but you quickly waved him off and you both dried off as well as you could with one of the blankets. While you wrapped yourself in the dry blanket, he gathered your things with his to carry it all back to the car. “Go ahead and get in the back, I’ll start it up and get the music going.”
Opening one of the back doors, you found that the floor was already covered with other blankets. Climbing inside, you felt the van rumble to life. You could hear Eddie rustling through cassettes in his console as you peeled off your sopping-wet underwear and curled up with the pillows and blankets he’d put back there. The bowl you’d packed in hand, he finally joined you in the back. When he climbed in he paused to fidget with something you couldn’t see and suddenly the back doors were illuminated by little twinkling lights. He swung the door closed and tugged off his boxers before you asked, “When did you have time to do all this?”
“Hm? Oh, it’s all been back here for a little while. I just laid the blankets out in here when I grabbed the other ones to lay down by the lake.” He settled beside you, the top half of his blanket bunched in his lap leaving you free to ogle his tattoos– a favorite pastime of yours. “You want the first hit?”
You shook your head with a small smile, eyes tracing his features like they had in the lake. His hair was still heavy with water, but his forehead was hidden again and his curls were starting to come back. With nothing but moonlight, his eyes had looked black; in the glow of the fairy lights, you could see their warm cocoa-brown color again. His pretty lips formed an O as smoke billowed out of them. Their blushy-pink color nearly matched the flush on his cheeks, which you knew would spread to his neck and chest soon enough. He was beautiful, really.
He offered you the bowl and it stayed quiet, excepting the Master of Reality album playing softly, while you took a few long rips. You passed it back to him and let the silence continue for a moment before you finally said, “I’m gonna tell Dustin.” Unintentionally hitching in a breath, he choked on a throatful of smoke. The resulting coughing fit was so intense it brought tears to his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as you rubbed his back. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you still leaned over the console to grab the bottle of water from the cup holder.
Taking a few swigs, he cleared his throat. “Okay, sorry,” He let out a big breath before he looked at you again. “You’re ready to tell him?”
“Yeah.” Too nervous to hold his gaze, you curled into his side. He welcomed you, of course, tucking his blanket around the both of you and kissing the top of your head. “I just feel like things have gotten…real. You try to take care of me in ways no one else has before and everything feels so easy with you– and honestly, both of those things scare the shit out of me ‘cause that usually means everything is absolutely going to go to shit…But you look out for my brother, and I feel like I can trust you, and everything we do together just feels so intimate…” You huffed embarrassedly and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I think Dustin deserves to know that I care about you so much.”
“That we care about each other,” He corrected you. Hand framing your jaw, Eddie made you meet his eyes. “I’m gonna be there with you when you tell him. I don’t want you to do it alone, we should do it together. I still have to get his blessing, right?” He added jokingly. Before you could say anything, he started to ramble a little nervously. “I feel like this is real. I’ve never felt this way about anybody. I’ve never had the chance to have anything serious before, but you…You’re all I think about now. That first day I met you, it was like I had this ‘Where have you been all my life?’ moment and you’re all I’ve wanted since, and I know that sounds really cheesy and dramatic but–”
Your mouth on his cut him off, which seemed to be a habit you were forming. He didn’t mind though, he’d been told to shut up in much less pleasant ways. When you pulled away, it was only enough to murmur, “I know the feeling.” Your nose nudging his was enough for him to keep it going, hand hooking under your knee and drawing you to straddle his lap.
The blanket slumped to your waist leaving your torso bare for his eyes and hands to wander. “You’re just so fuckin’ beautiful. My pretty girl, right, baby?”
Toying with one of his damp curls, you held his gaze as you agreed, “No one else’s.” At your answer, he pulled you in for a much more desperate kiss. His fingers pressed into your back while the others slipped beneath you to find you soaked, your chest flush with his as his tongue passed your lips.
He pressed two fingers into you easily, slowly massaging your g-spot until you were whining into his mouth. “Feels like you might not even need me to stretch you out, sweetheart.” Hips canting forward involuntarily, your clit ground into the thick base of his cock. Finally letting you catch your breath, he withdrew his hand from between you and looked down to watch how your slick spread on his skin as he rutted against you. “Mmm, gonna let me show you how bad I need you?”
You brushed his hair back from his shoulders as you breathily replied, “Condom?”
“Wallet,” He answered. Leaning over his shoulder to grab it off the console put you in the perfect position for Eddie to mouth at your tits, lips wrapping around one nipple while the roughened pads of his fingers found the other. You moaned quietly and tugged at his hair, but grabbed the wallet and rifled through it.
“Eds, there isn’t one in here.”
“Fuck. Glovebox, maybe,” He suggested.
Huffing impatiently, you began to wind your hips against his again. “D’you promise to pull out if I let you fuck me raw?”
He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Really– I mean, are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“Need to feel you now, Eddie,” You insisted.
“Alright, sweetheart, I promise.” He lovingly pecked your lips before grasping your waist, helping keep you steady as you slowly sank down on him. Fully seated in his lap, a gasp rose in your throat. “There you go,” He murmured comfortingly. “I know, baby, but you’re so good. Can finally feel how wet you really are. Takin’ me so deep.”
Your voice was nothing but a high-pitched, airy sigh. “Feel you everywhere.”
“S’Cause I’m made for you.” Your forehead rested against his as he continued. “I was made to fill you up, pretty girl.” His words provoked a pathetic moan from you, spurring you to lift your hips fractionally just to ease back down again. Supporting yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you tried to start up a steady pace, but your thighs trembled with every motion. The moans and whimpers you let out started to sound quiet and watery and it worried him, but the determined rocking of your hips never ceased. “You doing okay, baby?”
Not lifting your head, you sniffed frustratedly. “Need help, Eddie.”
“Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so?” He cooed sympathetically. “S’okay to need my help, c’mere.”
Arms around your waist, he guided you up and down on his cock at a careful speed until you were grinding down on him again. “Eds please, I need more,” You whimpered. Rolling his hips to meet yours, he didn’t hesitate to tighten his arms around you and quicken his pace. The way he was hitting every possible spot inside you had your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from crossing. Thighs trembling, you shivered as he rubbed and squeezed at them.
Eddie’s shoulders rolled back as he leaned against the console, hands running slowly over your hips and across your stomach to palm at your tits. “Look so pretty on top’a me, sweet girl. Might have to make you ride me more often.” His thrusts into you sped up, the console against his back giving him more leverage. One of your hands rested lightly on his lower abdomen to steady yourself but once his thumb found your clit, you were practically writhing in his lap. He rubbed it in firm, precise circles and felt you squeeze around his cock uncontrollably. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Can’t wait to feel you soak me for the first time.”
Something felt different than usual as that coil wound tighter in your stomach. It was hotter, like flames were crawling across your skin. It felt like your bones shook and your eyes swam with stars as you cried out his name. Your nails dragged down his stomach, those of the other hand doing the same to his thigh, trying to anchor yourself with your head in the clouds.
It wasn’t until the ringing in your ears cleared that you heard Eddie’s feral groans, making you look down. Everything was drenched; your thighs, his cock, his stomach, and his chest glistened wet in the warm lights. The sight made you register the sloshing sounds of your dripping wet pussy as he started to slow his thrusts enough to pull out. Arms enclosing around your waist again, he all but pinned you to his chest as he rutted between your stomachs. Lips molding to yours, he kissed you sloppily before his gaze wandered your body in awe. “Can’t believe you fuckin’ squirted f’me. Fuck–” Cut off by his own moan, his forehead fell to your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut, his hot spend painting both your skin and his.
After he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, he eased you onto your back, watching the filthy mixture of your come drip down your used cunt. “Eds, what’re you doin’?” You asked timidly as he lowered himself between your thighs, voice coming out in a barely-there squeak.
“Wishin’ I could take a fucking picture, sweetheart. I was gonna clean you up. Want me to use the blanket instead? S’okay if you’re too sensitive, especially after all that.” You nodded and he kissed the side of your knee with a smile as he grabbed the soiled blanket and quickly wiped himself off. Your legs flinched as he patted you dry and his eyes filled with concern as he murmured your name. “Did I hurt you? Did I do too much?”
“No,” You struggled to raise your voice above a mumble. “I’m okay, Eds, I’m jus’ all sensitive.”
“Promise me that’s it?” He asked, running his hands comfortingly over your legs. Pointedly avoiding his gaze, you huffed through your nose and your eyes brimmed with tears. “Baby, c’mon, what is it? What’s the matter?”
You answered him in a whimper, sniffing back tears every few words. “I jus’ made a mess ‘n I’ve never done that before ‘n now everything’s all yucky–”
“Aw, baby,” He chuckled through a sympathetic pout. Lying down and drawing you to his chest, he wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. The two of you curled up under one of the clean blankets. “Nothing’s yucky, sweet girl. Just gotta wash the blankie, no big deal.”
“But ‘m still all sticky,” You pout up at him. “C’n we take a bath when we get home?”
“Home?”
“Your trailer, Eddie,” You whine. “Wanna take a bath.” Lids heavy with exhaustion, your eyes slowly fluttered closed repeatedly before they’d snap open again.
“You’re so sleepy, sweet girl.” He brushed your hair back from your face. “Think you can take a little nap back here while I drive us home?” You nodded dreamily but still clutched at him whenever he tried to get up. “I know, baby, just twenty minutes and we can take a bath. Okay?” When you finally conceded, he tugged on his jeans and made the short drive home.
Once you were bathed and dressed in nothing but a borrowed Metallica t-shirt, he tucked you into his bed before crawling in beside you. You dozed off easily with your head on his chest, but he stayed up just a little while longer. Palm rubbing circles on your back, his lips ghosted over your forehead. “I love you, baby,” He whispered almost silently. Closing his eyes, he focused on the feeling of your heart beating against his side, counting them like a child would sheep until he fell asleep.
The next morning, you woke up first, Eddie’s arms around you and his chest molded to your back. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help your tiny smirk as you registered the feeling of him squeezing at your tit, his even, heavy breaths against your shoulder telling you he was fast asleep. Slowly rocking your hips back, you bit back a laugh when it made his grasp tighten while he nuzzled into your neck. He rutted against you, half-hearted and arrhythmic in his unconscious state. It wasn’t until you reached back to hold his hip and grind directly against his cock, separated only by his boxers, that he finally grunted himself awake. “Mmm, g’morning t’you too, gorgeous.”
“You’re a perv even in your sleep, you know that, Munson?”
He mouthed at your neck with a sleepy grin, “I could’a told you that. How’d you know I was dreamin’ about you?”
“Well, your right hand was my first clue.” You pointedly ground your hips into his again and looked back over your shoulder at him, “Wanna guess my second?”
“Can’t help but get ideas, babe. You’re sleepin’ in my bed, in my shirt, no panties…” His fingers walked a path down your stomach, stopping just after your belly button. “Promise I kept my hands to myself, though– while I was awake, anyway.”
His hand drifted leisurely between your legs but you groaned. “Eds, what time is it?”
“I don’t know, almost nine? Why?” His lips never left your skin, still working over your neck and shoulder without leaving obvious marks.
“We can’t, we have to go. Dustin’s at Mike’s and I wanna make sure we get back before him. I’ve still gotta make myself decent and figure out what I’m gonna say to him.”
“What we’re gonna say to him,” He corrected. “And can’t you stay indecent a little longer?”
“Wayne’ll be home anytime,” You remind him, “If he’s not already.”
He pouted, “But how often do we get to have great morning sex after a night together like this, baby?”
“Any morning now that I’ll be staying over whenever you want,” You point out.
“Hmm, I s’pose that’s true,” He agreed contently. Stretching out beside you with a loud groan, he pecked your cheek before he got out of bed. Yawning, “I’ll be right back,” he headed for the bathroom.
Rolling over, you buried your face in his pillow and breathed in. Old spice shampoo, weed, and Marlboros filled your nose and it made every muscle in your body relax. Him. You wanted to bottle the scent, soak every pillow and blanket and sweatshirt you owned with it. You’d never have another restless night again. Lifting your head slightly, you left your nose against the fabric but allowed your eyes to flicker around his room.
A bottle of lotion sat on his nightstand, he didn’t seem to bother with tissues though. You weren’t surprised. Handcuffs hung on the wall, also not surprising, but they still made your thighs twitch. There were more band posters than in your room, including a hand-spray-painted one for Corroded Coffin. He had three guitars, his prized possession– his other sweetheart, as well as another black and white electric, and an acoustic painted to say ‘this machine slays dragons’. An amp sat across from the bed and his dressers were strewn with clothes and beer cans. It was easy to imagine him existing in here. Playing guitar in bed in his boxers or planning the party’s next campaign at his desk.
Your eyes snapped to the door when it finally opened again. “Still in bed, huh?” Nodding with a small smile, you watched him rummage through his dresser for today’s band tee. His hand settled on Slayer before he thought of running into your mom, and opted for the much tamer Deep Purple one beneath it. “Well, you should probably put somethin’ else on before I take you home. What you’ve got on might get a little breezy.”
“Bite me,” You yawned, flipping him off as you got up.
“I didn’t think we had time for that,” He replied snarkily. He finished getting dressed as you slipped on your skirt and balled up your fishnets to put in your purse.
When you were both ready– or as ready as you could get for now– you headed for the van. “I’ll make coffee when we get to mine,” You offer. “My mom should be at work, so I’ll make breakfast. Food might help soften the blow.”
“God, you’re acting like we killed his cat or something,” He laughed. “We’re not breaking bad news, babe.”
“It’s still a shock, alright? And Dustin has big feelings, you know that. I just don’t wanna make him feel uncomfortable or lied to. Me and him don’t usually keep secrets, so this is a big deal.”
“I can be tactful, alright? But I’ll let you do most of the talking if that makes you feel better, I know you’re worried about him.” His fingers laced through yours and brought the back of your hand to his lips. “It’s gonna be okay though, sweet girl.”
Pulling into your driveway, you let out a heavy breath before you got out and lead him inside. As you got dressed, you tried to practice what you’d say, rambling your thoughts aloud. He left you to your process, only stepping in for you to bounce thoughts off of or to keep you from getting lost in your concerns. You only paused once you made your way into the kitchen. Putting a pot of coffee on, you asked, “Chocolate chip pancakes okay for breakfast? They’re his favorite. I’ll probably make a little of everything else too; eggs, bacon, sausage, there’s fruit in the fridge.”
Eddie had to bite his tongue to keep the words ‘marry me’ from rolling off his lips. “Sounds incredible, baby. Anything I can do to help?”
“No, it’s okay.” Watching you methodically gather everything you needed from the fridge and cabinets, he figured he’d just get in your way if he tried to lend a hand. While you cooked, you mumbled through your prepared speech again, knowing it would never go so smoothly in actual conversation. Thinking about it more, you just hoped Lucas and Mike didn’t come back with him.
By the time he made it home, leaving his bike in the yard, you had made more than enough food and Eddie had already eaten his. Dustin was talking the second the door was open. “What’re you doing here, Eddie? Something going on with Hellfire?”
“Nice to see you too, Henderson.” He retorted, standing and flicking the bill of your brother’s hat into his eyes. “Your sister made you breakfast. I hear chocolate chip pancakes are your favorite.”
He eyed both of you suspiciously as he started toward the kitchen. "Yeah, what's it to you?" Eddie shared a confused look with you, but decided not to say anything. After he’d made his plate and sat down at the table to dig in, Dustin spoke again with a mouthful of food. “So, what’s with the special breakfast? Why’re you guys being weird?”
“We’re not being weird–”
“You’re alone at the house together,” He pointed out, still shoveling food into his face. “That’s weird.”
“It’s not weird– would you just listen? It’s not a big deal, I just wanted to run something by you, alright?” Eddie could tell you were fumbling, forgetting everything you’d planned to say. His hand itched to reach out for yours on the table, but he knew you wanted to get the words out first. “I’ve been–”
“Seeing Eddie?” Dustin interrupted. When the two of you shared a glance and you opened your mouth to question him, he continued. “Mike and Lucas told me last night.”
“How did they–” Eddie began, but Dustin cut him off.
“Apparently, everybody knew but me! All the guys in the band knew! Steve, Nancy, and Robin knew! How could you leave me out of the loop like this? You know I hate not knowing things! I have to know everything!”
“Dusty, calm down,” You said softly. “I wanted to wait until I actually had something to tell you. He’s your friend, I didn’t want to change the way you look at him just to go on a couple dates and decide it wasn’t gonna work.”
Nose wrinkling, he asked, “So, what? You guys are like– boyfriend and girlfriend now or something?”
You snorted and Eddie couldn’t help the small, smug smile creeping across his face. “Yeah, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?”
Back of your hand hitting his stomach, you tried not to laugh as you answered. “Yeah, I guess we are.” Turning back to your brother, you added, “Only if you’re okay with it, though. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel like you can’t trust Eddie anymore.”
“It’s kinda weird, but I guess I don’t care as long as you don’t make out and all that gross shit in front of me. And you’d better treat her right or me, Mike, and Lucas are all leaving Hellfire,” He tagged on pointedly.
“You don’t have to worry about that, you have my word.” He looked like he was about to say more, but opted to stay quiet.
“Okay, well, I think I’ve lost my appetite for now.” Dustin stood from the table, “I’m gonna go back to Mike’s and tell them they were right.”
Rolling your eyes, you started to clean up. “Be safe, I love you.”
“Love you, too!” He shouted back just before he yanked the door shut.
As you started rinsing dishes in the sink, Eddie’s hands found your waist. “I think that went well.”
“Hopefully it doesn’t stay awkward for long,” You sighed lightly. “I guess Lucas and Mike did the hard part for us.”
“Guess so,” He drawled in agreement. “So, what now?”
“Now? Hmm…” Drying off your hands, you turned to loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “I guess now we do whatever we want, no more sneaking around.”
“I hope that’s not gonna suck the fun out of it for you.”
“‘Cause watching you Tetris yourself through my window is such a turn-on,” You scoffed.
He gave you a look of mock offendedness. “Good thing I won’t have to do it anymore, since you clearly don’t appreciate the athletic prowess it takes to climb through that window without waking your mom up.”
Halfheartedly rolling your eyes yet again, you let your fingers dip past the neck of his shirt, fingers grazing along the top of his spine. “How about you roll us a joint and then I’ll show you how much I appreciate your ‘athletic prowess’?”
“You drive a hard bargain, babe,” He sighed theatrically. “But you know it’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
“Obviously,” Lacing your fingers through his, you dragged him toward your room. “That’s why I offered.”
As the three boys gathered at Mike’s house again, he asked, “Wait, we were right?”
Lucas stood, pointing at him. “I TOLD YOU, MAN!”
Mike tried to argue, “I NEVER SAID–”
“I TOLD YOU!”
“GUYS, SHUT THE HELL UP!” Dustin interjected.
Lucas cleared his throat as the two of them settled back into their seats. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“So, you’re really okay with Eddie dating your sister? I mean, it’s not gonna make Hellfire awkward or anything, is it?” Mike questioned.
“I don’t know, it’s weird. It’ll definitely be nasty seeing them all lovey-dovey or whatever, but they’re still just Eddie and my sister. As long as they don’t act different, I won’t act different.” Turning on the TV, Dustin flopped onto the couch next to Mike. “Besides, I think part of me knew they’d hit it off– I’m like a natural matchmaker. They just have too much in common, ya know?”
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✨ Pillow Time ✨
a/n: I've been inspired by the likes of @mcondance @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk and so many more of the lovely writers who has been feeding meeee wit the Fontaine thoughts! I hope you all like it!
warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, Cursing, oral sex, cockwarming, needy!reader, softdomvibes!fontaine, long-fic
You had a very special pillow.
It was peach pink and white, made from the plushiest yarn that you found on a whim. It stayed fluffy and you could sit on it and still see the corners peek out when you're cross legged.
You often referred to it as one of your best creations. It reminded him of those cartoon pillows that would swallow anyone up if they sat in it. Ya'll had some good times with that pillow.
Fontaine called it your 'Princess Pillow'.
You were standing near him now, that pillow hugged to your body with your bright eyes peeking over the top at him. Fontaine was on the couch, rolling up and watching Coming to America.
"Feel like being good fo' me?" He asked, teasing as if he didn't know the answer. Fontaine watched you shift from one foot to the other, your smile fighting it's way onto your face as you nodded.
Nothing else for him to say. Fontaine widened his thighs and kept on rolling.
You'd toss the pillow onto the floor and shift close enough to be between his feet. He'd wait until you got comfortable, resting your cheek onto his thigh. While you rested there, Fontaine's attention returned to the TV.
Wasn't long before he felt the drawstrings being undone and sighed when your soft hands found him. He wasn't all the way hard yet, Fontaine knew that wouldn't be a problem.
Your lips suckled the head of his dick and Fontaine groaned softly at the drag of your tongue. A satisfied noise came from you and you sank down to the root of his dick. After a moment of shifting, you resettled and closed your eyes.
You swallowed around him, head bobbing as you fell into your own little world. Above you, Fontaine finished rolling his blunt and fired up. Taking a long pull while one of his hands went into your locs, scratching your scalp and rubbing the silky new growth between his fingers.
He blew the smoke up into the ceiling and murmured a few filthy praises. Pleasure was hooked to the tip of your tongue, in the patterns that grew more and more languid the more you relaxed into serving him.
You weren't in any hurry to make him cum, this part was all for you and Fontaine was just happy to be give you what you want.
When you went still, eyes glassy and slow blinking, Fontaine reached down and stroked the back of your neck.
"Gettin' what you need, baby?" He asked. Your answering mhmm vibrated right to his spine, "Mmn. That's good, pretty. Take your time, then."
You purred again and he had to take a breath to re-center. He could still remember how hesitant you were the first time you suggested this.
"I-I don't know if you think it's weird, we don't have too, I-I just really like having, um, you in my mouth?"
Fontaine would have bust on the spot had it not been for the gravity of the situation. You've been keeping this tucked to you for a long time, despite the laughing as you told him as if to soften the blow of his denial.
He kept his cool and reassured you that you could do anything with his dick that you wanted. In the meantime, Fontaine got ready so he could stay ready for you.
Fontaine absolutely made sure to keep his shit neat and trimmed for you and he switched to a soap that didn't have a strong fragrance. He looked up a few tips online to make sure he was taking good care of you and you weren't pushing yourself.
You rarely touched yourself. You prefer to rock against your pillow and often kneaded one of Fontaine's ankles as you savored him. It was the service, the act itself that brought you gratification. Knowing that you were being good to him, for him.
If left to your own devices, you would be down there for more than an hour. The record being two hours and some change as you both were immersed in the new Batman movie that finally started streaming.
He wanted to beat that record.
Presently, Fontaine's head was filled with a pleasant buzz as he smoked his blunt down to nearly half before it was put aside. On the TV, Hakeem finally touched down in New York in all of it's grimy splendor and to Semmi's dismay.
He was brought back by the quiet, kittenish noises coming from you as you nuzzled your nose into his coarse curls. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could swallow him down. His hand went from your hair to the front of your neck this time, feeling as much as he could of how full of him you were.
"Look at you feelin' so good f'me, pretty. Can I play witchu? Hm?"
You nodded, putting your hands flat onto your thighs and relaxing into him. Fontaine rocked, ebbing and flowing his dick deeper down your throat with his eyes focused on yours. Your lashes fluttered shut with a sweet whine when he groaned, thrusting deep and flexing his dick in the velvet of your throat.
"Precious girl, right where you need to be. Doin' what you do best, look at that..."
Fontaine pulled his dick from your slick lips, pressing his first two fingers down onto your tongue. You were getting messy, spit twinkling along your face and down your throat.
He took off his tank and wiped your face with it.
You leaned into his touch and looked up at him, all floaty and tender, settled in that headspace that you were still too shy to talk about. Once your face was dry again, he leaned down to press a brief kiss to your soft lips after tossing his tank to the side.
Fontaine spent a moment rubbing and petting your face still, relishing in the pleasure of having such a vision willing to kneel for him and accept his care.
It was special, how you liked to please him. Different from anything he's ever encountered and much more than what he deserved--but Fontaine will be sure to be what you needed.
He spotted your wriggling and grinned in gold, "Still messy, baby?"
"Mmhm."
"Show me where."
Leaning back, you showed him the good-sized damp spot that darkened your pillow. All Fontaine had to do was lean in and you obediently leaned back onto your elbows, legs parting for him to look his full.
Fontaine whistled low, stroking himself at the sight of your ruined panties. He hadn't even known you bothered to wear any, but seeing your sweetie covered in the soaked cotton heated him.
In due time.
Fontaine crooked his fingers and you straightened at once, attention on where he held his dick for you. You got close enough or him to rub his dick across your face. When you opened up, your alluring tongue pink and perfect, he finally gave in. How could he not?
"Here you go, baby, take what you want 'cause once you're done--Imma do the same."
He didn't miss your shiver as you answered his words with a hard suck, making him moan and reach for the rest of his blunt.
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Watch It | Lee Sangyeon
SUMMARY: you were summoned to stop the crime spree of the renowned group The Boyz by hacking into one of the systems to retrieve information about a specified location before it's too late. what you did not expect was that their leader has been spying on every move you make from the shadows and eventually confronting you about it, which then turns into your biggest nightmare.
PAIRING: criminal Sangyeon x hacker f!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (sweetheart, baby, princess), mentions about violence/illegal business (stealing), size kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, rough sex, fingering, handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, they went for rounds, mean dom! Sangyeon
WORD COUNT: 3,235
A/N: let me explain. it was the ✨stare✨ from the concept pic itself that gave me ideas for this fic 😭 huge thanks to my bubba @juyeonszn for beta reading this & convincing me to change my theme ily forever 🥺💜 also shoutout to @daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers for fueling me with ideas / validating my horniness oops— (but ily both so much 😘)
“Agent Y/N, are you in position?”
“Yes, sir. I am waiting for the right moment to jump into the enemy’s territory.”
With one click on the earpiece, you immediately turned off the buzzing sound from the headquarters as you needed to focus and ensure that you were all alone and secure as you entered the place of interest.
As you flung your backpack onto your back, you quietly peeked through the few trucks parked in the parking lot right outside the abandoned building. Given that your job was to hack into the system and you needed good internet service, conducting it outdoors would be much more ideal than inside the building itself.
You and your team received a transmission hours ago about how this group of individuals has been conducting illegal business, such as stealing information from multiple laboratories—specifically ones located on the outskirts of Seoul to avoid detection and arrest. According to your team’s analysts, they have also discovered how they had been stealing chemical solutions that were pretty much hazardous to the public, and god knows whatever they will be using them for.
In other words, they are a pretty suspicious gang, and someone has to look into their spree of crimes before things get out of control. Being one of the best hackers on the team, you were sent to the actual location to hack into their system as best as you could.
So here you were, in the depths of the night, staking out the parking lot alone, hoping that all goes well and that you can quickly do the job and get out of there as soon as possible. Frankly, it all felt super eerie, especially when it was this late at night, and there weren’t many street lamps to provide enough light to make you feel safe by yourself.
After looking thoroughly and confirming with your eyes that you were alone, you slowly moved towards the multiple trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot. You managed to squeeze yourself through them and get to a well-lit area; that was when you finally took your laptop out of your backpack and started hacking away.
To the best of your abilities, you were able to sneak into the laboratory’s system fairly quickly, and you ran over their live security camera footage to check if the criminals were within the building. Immediately, the security camera footage popped up on the screen, and you could quickly identify several men scattered throughout the different labs within the facility.
“They were probably looking for the right chemical, " you thought, as they were all split up and divided into three groups in each laboratory. While they were trying to find the liquid, you had to quickly hack into the database to retrieve all of the information regarding the facility and the chemicals produced over the years and quickly send them back to your headquarters for analysis.
After about 10 minutes of transferring all of the files, it was time for you to get out of there and return to let the other agents that were on their way to take over and confront the criminals themselves. You weren’t a field agent, so you couldn’t do much physical combat against the criminals themselves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t ready for your title as an agent to be stripped off you anytime soon; hence respecting the laws and just doing as you were told would be the wisest decision for now.
You quickly phoned the headquarters, letting them know you had retrieved all the necessary documents and would finally return to report. As you were permitted to do so, you got up and were going to keep all of your belongings back in your backpack until one of the security cameras began flashing.
You quickly got back down again, trying to see what was happening. That was when you remembered a crucial detail.
According to the information you guys have had so far, you knew that the group of criminals consisted of 11 members, so you decided to do a headcount one by one on the screen, starting from 1 to 11.
“8…9…and 10.”
10?
Someone was missing, but who?
Just then, a deep husky voice broke you off from your attention on the screen, and you looked around to see where it was coming from. Finally, you landed your eyes towards one of the vehicles right across you, and there he was—one of the criminals sitting right on top of the truck with both his legs spread wide apart, looking down towards you.
“Aren’t you pretty good at your job, sweetheart?”
Oh no. You were busted.
“U-umm…sorry…it’s just that…I was supposed to write a report regarding this facility, so I am here to look around.”
“At this hour? Close to midnight? I highly doubt that, princess.”
Immediately, he hopped down from the vehicle in one swift movement and began approaching you slowly. You instinctively shut your laptop, hugged it close to your chest, and backed away.
“I-I’m sorry! It seems I came at the wrong time! I will take my leave now, then. I’m sorry to have disrupted you!” You bowed down profusely before turning your heel and tried to run as quickly as you could until he grabbed your wrist and pulled it upwards, turning back in his direction.
There was this smug yet dangerous look on his face, contradicting the pure and innocent look he had on before. That sent a chill up your spine, and you quickly gulped before he slowly pushed you till your back finally hit against one of the trucks. You closed your eyes upon the impact and elicited a quiet yelp with his movement.
Suddenly, you felt his fingers lift your chin, and he commanded you to open your eyes to look straight at him.
“Now sweetheart, we weren’t done having our little fun conversation yet, were we? It breaks my heart that you decided to take off running before we even started.”
You were panicking as his grip slightly tightened around your wrist, pushing it back against the truck, signalling that you would be dead meat if you tried something funny again next time. You were stuck, and there was no way you could ring the headquarters as that would blow up your cover and the location of the base of operations.
The only thing you could do was to pray that the field agents would make their way over to you soon until you heard a mild static and a voice calling through the earpiece.
“T-there isn’t much ser-service here, b-but we will be sli-slightly late d-due to the he-heavy traffic. H-hang in t-there, a-agent Y/N! W-we’ll surely be c-coming—”
And then it all went silent.
Your only hope was lost, as the enemy threatened and pinned you with little to no help coming your way anytime soon. You could use your physical combat skills to fight against the man before you, but something in your gut told you that it would be a horrible idea to try anything funny with him right now.
With that, you could only take a deep breath and try to talk things out with him for a bit, stalling some time before help eventually arrived.
“W-what…what do you want from me?” You questioned, or more like stammered. It was clear that you were trembling in your voice.
The man chuckles slightly as he smiles back at you. “See, sweetheart. I’m afraid I can’t let you off that easily, knowing that you were spying on us and retrieving crucial evidence and information that would hinder our mission.”
This time, his fingers on your chin slowly travelled down to your neck and chest. It was the way he took his time gently sliding his finger down and touching your bare skin that made you let out a gasp.
“I’d like to play a little game with you, princess.”
“W-what do you…” You were beginning to lose your mind as he brushed his fingers across your lips, smudging the lipstick that you’d put on prior.
“I’d like to see how much you can handle, and trust me, we will have so much fun. I’ll make sure that you won’t be heading back to your headquarters anytime soon.”
Within seconds after that last sentence, he crashed his lips with yours and began savouring them as a tingling sensation ran through your body. He quickly deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with urgency.
It was wrong. This was all so wrong.
You knew how bad this situation was because he was your enemy. But then, something about his lips made you crave more. His kisses tasted like honey, and the way he moved his lips against yours drove you insane.
Without you knowing, your grip against the laptop slowly loosened, and eventually, he took it away from you and gently placed it on the ground, his hands quickly moving back up to your cargo pants, rubbing the spot in between your thighs, earning a gasp from you.
He smiled as you gave him the reaction that he wanted, and he began to untie your pants before pulling them down, his fingers now brushing over your sensitive spot through the lace underwear that you were wearing. Slowly, he began to feel that you were starting to get wet, and that was his cue to hook his finger under the seam of your underwear before pulling them down, revealing your now wet clit all exposed.
You hissed as the cold air from the atmosphere came in contact with your clit, and it took the enemy a moment to reconnect his fingers to your wet sensitive spot, rubbing it again before slowly inserting two fingers into you.
“Aah…aaah…”
“I’ll be a dear and tell you my name, princess. Call me Sangyeon, moan for me,” he leaned towards you and whispered.
“S-sangyeon….”
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me. I shall grant you your next reward now, hmm?”
As he removed his fingers from your clit, he quickly moved them to his pants, unzipped and shoved them down rather hastily. It was the way you immediately noticed the erection through his boxers, and your eyes widened from just that alone. Sangyeon smirked at your reaction and reconnected his lips to yours to give you a few pecks.
“Look at you already can’t stop staring at my big cock. Oh, baby. I’ll make sure that you won’t regret playing with it.”
Immediately, he grabbed your free hand and guided you to touch his erection. You gasped from that alone while Sangyeon let out a soft groan. You couldn’t help but naturally start rubbing his tip, which made Sangyeon moan for you.
“Touch me, baby.” He commanded.
Guiding your hands again, he allowed you to pull his boxers down, and your mouth watered at the sight of his massive bulge. You wrapped your hands around his cock before you began gliding your hands up and down his member. In return, he inserted his fingers back into your clit once again, and the both of you were now a moaning mess.
“S-sangyeon…kiss me…please…” you whined, wanting to taste his sweet honey-like lips once again.
“Oh, honey. You love the way my tongue twirls around yours?”
“Y-yes…very much…aaahh—”
Just like that, he was now back to kissing you breathless. As his tongue slid into your mouth, he began sucking your tongue, and you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation. It made you forget entirely about how you were supposed to escape this guy as soon as possible, trying to find a potential hideout place to wait for your fellow agents.
It seemed as if Sangyeon had wrapped you around his fingertips, just as he had planned to, and he would make sure that you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon. He would proceed to the next step of his plan anytime now.
He gently removed your hands away from his bulge as he took it himself to align the tip towards your entrance, and you knew that you were in big trouble. Now, you tried to move forward when his hand, still grabbing your wrist, tightened again and pushed it back towards the truck again.
“Oh no, princess. We’re just getting started. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you the best fucking sex you’ll ever have.”
As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately slid himself into you, and you all but screamed, a teardrop falling from the corners of your eyes. Sangyeon didn’t even give you enough time to adjust to his huge size fully and eventually began slamming into you hard.
“Fuck—fuck.” It was all that you could’ve said because you had already lost your mind ever since he kissed you for the first time. Now that he was within you? Oh, you were far, long gone from reality.
Given the way he was fucking you so hard, even the truck that you were leaning against began rocking back and forth following your pace.
Your eyes watered as he hit every single spot within you, causing you to cry out loud. If you were to be honest, it actually did hurt, especially which such a large and hard dick like his. But the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and you cried out for more.
“Sangyeon…sangyeon…”
“Tell me what exactly you want, baby.”
“Keep it going…please…”
“Just like that? Are you sure that is enough?”
“I…want you to fuck me faster and harder—”
“Anything else?” He was now picking up the pace, and it was visible that his chest was rising up and down much quicker than before as he tried his best to catch his breath.
“I…want you to fuck me till my legs feel numb, give me more and more…aaah—”
“That is what exactly I like to hear, sweetheart.”
As he slammed into you hard, you felt a tight knot form around your stomach, signalling that you were about to reach your high and cum. Sangyeon noticed your demeanour as you buckled your hips and spread your legs wider for him to gain more access to you.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You screamed.
“Do it, baby. Cum all over my cock, I want you to be dripping wet just for me.” He growled.
With a few more pushes, you eventually released and spilled all of your juices all around his cock, so much so that it was oozing out of you, and it all splattered on the ground.
You breathe in heavily before Sangyeon gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, reassuring you that you have done so well for him.
“That’s it, princess. What a good girl you’ve been. But unfortunately, there is more to come baby.”
He grabbed both of your shoulders before turning you around rather aggressively, so now you were facing the truck instead. If you were to be honest, that rough act of his turned you on more than it was painful. It was a few seconds before you felt his grip return to you on both sides of your hips, as you felt his cock rubbing up and down once again on your dripping wet clit.
Sangyeon leaned forward to whisper in your ear, sending you a chill down your spine. “Give me some more, baby. You know you can do it.”
As he pushed his cock back into you, an immense moan spilt out from your mouth as he began pounding into you again. You had already had sex and felt his member all around you just a minute prior, yet you were still struggling to adjust to his bulge.
“God, sweetheart. I’ve already fucked you hard, and yet you’re still so tight. I guess I wasn’t rough enough.”
As he pounds into you, your hands that were pressed against the truck begin pushing the vehicle once again. If only there were someone around, you swear to god that the car's movement would be more than enough to prove that something wasn’t right and that there were people everywhere in the empty parking lot.
But your comrades are still nowhere to be seen, and you were still bounded by the criminal himself, fucking you till you were sore to the point that you would not be able to walk on your own after this.
“S-sangyeon…I-I wanna cum again for you so badly…” You whimpered.
This time, he moved one of his hands up to grab a chunk of your hair and pulled it back; that firm sudden grip caused you to scream once again for him.
“Do it then. Cum with me this time.” He commanded, pulling your hair and pounding into you even harder.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Sangyeon!! I’m cumming!!”
With one final hard thrust, both of you released your liquids before slowing down the momentum and catching your breaths together. He removed his grip from your hair before he grabbed your chin and turned your head back for him to kiss you again. You snaked your hands up to his neck to return the favour.
Just then, you heard sirens coming from afar, and you heard static in your earpiece again.
“Agent Y/N, please respond! We’re finally here to infiltrate the facility; please head out, return to the back of our vehicle, and stay put!”
It was your cue to leave now, and there was no more extended point in you staying here.
You gulped before you pulled away from Sangyeon, mustering up the courage to reject him for good this time.
“S-sangyeon…I have to go…I can’t stay here any more.” You stammered, hoping that he would finally let you leave this time, especially since he had already gotten what he wanted.
But you should’ve known better because his familiar dark and dangerous look was plastered on his face again, and he pushed you back against the truck.
“You know, now that your comrades are here, I’m afraid there’s more reason for me not to let you leave now, hmm? I’ve been stalling time for my boys to get what they want in the facility before your agents arrive to ruin our plan. While they were doing that, I was out here guarding the area, making sure nobody was to sabotage our plan.”
So that was why he played this little dirty game with you.
“Knowing my boys, I’m pretty sure that they have gotten everything we need, and all they have to do is defeat your fellow agents, and then we will leave. And while they are doing that, you will keep me company until they’re done.” He threatened.
This time, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the front of the car, directly where you could see clearly how your fellow agents were confronting the criminals. Within seconds, a fight has broken out between them across the facility, and you have no choice but to stay here helplessly and be unable to provide them with any aid.
Before you could say anything, Sangyeon yanked you down towards the hood of the car so that you were lying on top of it, and he prepared to go for a third round with you.
“I want you to watch closely with how you and your fellow agents are going to fail this mission terribly while I fuck you real good till you’re begging for more.”
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More König fluff and smut
I do apologize that I’ve been away for literally 5ever… sorry for all the fics I’ve abandoned there is a slight chance they still will be released. Until then, thank you always for the support. Here’s a treat for staying loyal and still RBlogging eventuality <3
CW: Fluff, Smut, Fingering, Creamies, KINDA SAFE SEX (literally unheard of), uhh this is KönigxYou btw, apparently ive been tagging my stuff wrong by writing xreader so forgive me ig, I’ve been craving intimacy and fluff irl so here you go, not proofed
Bzzzt… Bzzzt… Bzzzt
Your phone rattled the nightstand, clattering together the jewelry and pens that were haphazardly littered atop the smooth wood. With an annoyed grunt you twisted over to yank it from the cord it was plugged into. The bright screen made your eyes squint in through the darkness, text blurred- you answered it before knowing who was on the other side.
“Hey, uh.. hi.”
“König?” You asked out, the scratchy voice haunting and all too familiar.
There was an awkward staticky laugh through the speaker, and you sat up as your consciousness came rushing back.
“Yeah. Sorry it’s so late.” He apologized, and you pulled the phone from your ear to glance at the time. Just past midnight. “I just got back.”
His demeanor seemed to brighten as you put the cool glass back to your cheek. “Welcome back.”
“Listen.. I'm outside.”
Your heart stuttered, and you glanced to the window of your little studio, the moon sent streaks over the lonely little place you called home and a light rap sounded from the front door.
“Sorry I didn’t text,” He continued, voice stretched thin from exhaustion or travel. “I have something fo- actually, can you come to the door?”
You whipped your head around the room and your eyes landed on your bathrobe cast out lazily across the back of your chair. You snatched it up before responding.
“Yeah, yeah uhm.. hold on.”
“Okay.” He breathed, a hint of a smile on the end of his voice.
Throwing on the robe you rounded the corner from your bedroom, bare feet slapping against the tile on the floor. Without even bothering to peek through the looking hole, you unchained and unlocked the door, swinging it open wide.
König stood taller then you remembered, cast in shadows from the light in the hall. The dark seemed to loom just around him, hovering but an inch above his clothes. You met his cool gaze first, his eyes crinkled and he smiled under his hoodie.
He let the phone at the side of his face fall, and you pulled yours away then too.
“Hello.” He greeted. Smiley and with much more energy than you could’ve mustered this late at night.
“Hi.” You breathed back.
It had only been a few weeks since you last talked, but with him here at your door now- a strange look in his eye- it made it feel like months. The way he had left things made a bitter feeling resonate through your chest and your eyes quickly cast to anything but him. You cleared your throat and stepped to the side, inviting him in.
He had his bags with him, one sandy duffle bag and another giant backpack. You eyed them curiously as he dropped them, quickly answering before you could find the words to ask.
“Mission went a lot smoother than we thought, and my stuff is still in storage.. so.” He shrugged his outer jacket off and drops of water rolled down the nylon.
“It’s raining?” You asked, turning for the kitchen eyes cast over to the window again. Sure enough droplets you hadn’t noticed before stuck thick to the glass pane. “Some tea?” You offered, already putting the kettle on.
“Thank you.” He nodded, finding a spot against the cold counter to lean on.
He cleared his throat as you turned back to him, hands ruffling around in his pockets. He pulled a thin orange envelope from one of his cargo pockets and handed it flat out. You took it gingerly, suddenly too aware of the lack of clothing you sported. You tightened the robe before peeling open the packaging and pulling out the contents.
They were photos, mostly black and white, and definitely weathered. Some water spots bled around the corners making the ink smear and stick. You flipped through them excitedly.
“Oh!” You cooed, they were mostly photos of tall cliff sides, overgrown fields, the occasional tree or strange looking rock formation. You peeled apart one of them, it was a selfie- or an attempt at one. König stood infront of a lake, a few naked men stood behind him, one bent over and mooned the photo.
You laughed and glanced back over at König, a sweet smile was plastered over his face. You caught his eyes and a moment passed discreetly between you.
You had been so caught up in your own head since he left, the lack of communication drawing your feelings further and further from your own chest and you had worried he’d thought your relationship too difficult to handle while he was away. It’s not like he hadn’t been away before, but something made him seem even more distant now. He hadn't said goodbye to you this last time, just vanished. After a week you accepted the possibility of him ghosting you. But now, as his dark figure stuck out against the bright decor of your tiny kitchen, those feelings came flooding back.
The kettle squealed before you could finish your thoughts. Clearing your throat you gently set the pack of photos down onto the counter and poured out the dark liquid into two deep mugs. You handed him his, and his fingers brushed yours as he took it.
You could feel your chest heat up under the thick robe.
“Let me go change.” You whispered, breaking the silence. He set his mug down in response, and followed you to your room.
You glanced back over your shoulder at him as you passed through your doorway and blew a laugh down your nose, “Miss me that much, huh?” You joked that hidden hope, reaching for an old overnight shirt.
His arm stretched over yours suddenly grabbing the fabric with his chest at your back. He had moved so quickly you didn’t even have the chance to hear him take a step.
“I did.” He whispered softly, breath warm as it fanned over the cold shell of your ear.
You could swear your heart stopped, but then his lips were on yours in a flurry. He spun you and your robe had come undone with the movement, back now flush against the closet door. It’s hinges rattled as he all but threw you against it.
His lips were soft, and your heart raced.
It was the wetness then at your cheeks that stilled him. Slowly he peeled off of you and a hand rose to cup your jaw.
“Wh-why are you crying?”
You hadn’t noticed you were until he said something, but as your eyes met again a sob pulled from your lungs. He wasted no time in wrapping you up into his arms, pulling the two of you back onto the still warmth of your bed. You curled into him as your breathing slowed.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, raising the back of your palm to the corner of your eyes. “I just..” you started, quickly realizing it took so much energy to straighten out your thoughts.
“You left so suddenly, without saying anything.”
His brows grew tight, and his eyes cast downward heavily. “I know, I’m sorry.” Even he seemed choked back a bit.
“We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.” He continued, pulling you closer until you were practically laying on his chest. “I should’ve-“
“No it’s okay,” you interrupted, finding your voice again and apologizing, planting a palm on his chest. “It’s on me, I should’ve assumed I know your job is stressful I just..”
You drew your eyes up to his and let them cast over every feature of his face.
“I just missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Significantly more gently this time, he craned his neck down to meet your lips. The kiss was sweeter, softer and something unspoken drew under the both of you, sweeping the two of you up into your own perfect world. Slowly he twisted, and let a hand drag down your neck through the center of your chest before settling on your hip. The rough calluses on his fingertips drew shapes over your soft skin and you couldn’t help but fall victim to the shiver that raked through your body.
There was a tug at the corner of his lips as he smirked, pleased with your reactions. He whispered lowly again, voice thick and laid with his heavy accent. “Can I touch you?”
You nodded, afraid of the noises you’d make if you opened your mouth.
With a grace a giant like him should never possess, he dipped his hand under the part in your robe and cupped at your core. A thick finger slid down your part, and then back up blossoming you open with ease. The pad of his middle finger brushed against the hood of your clit and he swallowed the gasp that pulled its way out of your lungs.
You pulled from his lips as he prodded your opening with two fingers, the tips circled your entrance and involuntarily your hips buckled upwards.
“There you go,” He sighed, slipping further and further until his knuckles were pressed up as far as they would go. You felt yourself clench around as he pulled out, willing them to stay.
He slid them in again, and curled them deliciously to drag down your walls with each tug. Your voice betrayed you and a groan escaped, he mimicked your noises, his own breath growing ragged and heavy. His hand worked away at your cunt, and his quickly growing hardness became evident at your side. He was rutting against you in time with his fingers.
You mewled into his lips and slid the arm draped around his neck down his front until your palm coaxed up the forceful protrusion against his zipper. His pace stuttered and your confidence grew with each breathy moan he released.
Delicately, he pulled his fingers from your heat and quickly tugged away at the fastening of his pants, a dark spot crowned his bulge when you looked down. With a new heat at his cheeks and ears, he replaced your hand for you atop his boxers and you immediately squeezed. A moan choked up in his throat and he buried his face into you neck and chest, littering the crevice with sloppy kisses.
Perhaps a little prematurely, you slipped that hand into his pants and against the heat of his skin, pulling his member out and taught between you. He hesitated a moment before returning a thumb to your clit.
He rose again after a moment to smother you into another heavy make out session before rolling over above you. His thick cock weaped against your hip, and an insane amount of pre pooled over the creases of your skin. The air seemed hot and unbearable as you shifted out of your robe completely. Pulling away for a moment, König also shimmied out of his clothes and returned to you in a flash, sticky bodies melting back into eachother.
Be it because of the well prepped lubrication, or simply because the stars were all in alignment, when he returned slotted perfectly against you, the tip of his cock nudged directly into the ring of your pussy.
You both stilled and he let out a pained sounding grunt.
“Fuck..” you paused. “Uhm, are you okay?” You blabbered out lamely.
“Yeah.” He responded almost instantly, a hesitant kind of shame hung over him. “It’s just, It’s been a long time. I don’t know if..”
“It’s okay,” you took over quickly, pulling your knees up and opening your legs enough to where he slid in just that much more.
“Schhhheisse..” he drawled out, “you’re too warm.”
You huffed a short laugh and reached down to circle at your own clit, letting your body adjust to the stretch of him. Tingles rushed through your body and your mind quickly became fuzzy. With a deep breath he let his fingers replace yours and he pulled away to push back in deeper than before.
Letting your head fall back, you let him work himself into you. Pulling his hips away before using his weight to shove it all back into you again, König built up a steady rhythm and your mind and body grew hot.
His arms slipped under your back, and he pulled you closer to him, each wet smack echoing through the empty room. The walls of your insides burned, and that familiar tightness below your belly made itself known.
“Ahh, ah.. fuck.” You whined, completely caged beneath him. “I can’t.. I think I’m close.” You stumbled out, clawing at the backs of his massive arms.
“I know.” He grunted, “Got-damn you’re getting so tight.”
Part of you wanted to apologize for his struggle, but a bigger part of you wanted to clench up your core tighter. The latter won and soon König thrusts grew shorter and sloppier. His moans equalling his unsteadiness. You pushed your hips up to meet him, grinding down your front to his pelvis, begging for more friction.
The head of him slammed suddenly against your cervix as he pulled your legs up, latching purchase behind your knees to effectively bend you in half. You shouted in surprise at the new angle, everything quickly becoming too much.
“Where can I-?” He began and you answered before he finished.
“Inside!” You shouted, then cried as his thrusts became rougher- more demanding. “Inside, I.. IUD. It’s safe.”
You couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, a desperate attempt to hurry your aching clit along. His lips found yours again in a frenzied haze, and you came undone almost instantly. Your core pulsed and you cried out from under him as the waves shook through every inch of your body.
König followed with two more strong thrusts, his hips stuttering and locked within your tightness. You could feel the warmth flow up deep inside of you, and he practically collapsed above you, completely spent.
You both laid a moment together, and his sweet cadence finally broke the silence after your pussy stopped its throbbing. He attempted to pull out, but your cunt gripped him completely.
“Relax.” He almost chuckled. Embarrassment flushed your face as he dragged a soothing hand down your sides, pulling away with a hiss.
“Sorry..” you mumbled.
He cast his eyes back up to you in a flash, and smirked. “Don’t be.”
“Just give me ten, okay?”
You rolled away to cover your face, giggling.
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Sneaking Out
Pairing: Camila Montes X Reader
Content warning: No spoilers, smut, 18+ content, vaginal sex, G!P Camila
REQUESTED? YES
Summary: Can you write about y/n sneaking into Camila's room at night and they have sex or whatever and they almost get caught at the end?
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Sneaking out was hard in Owl Cove but you had found it easier after JP found the keys and was able to keep them. The keys alternated between you and JP then, and tonight was your turn. You proceeded to take your tracker off and left in your bed before you went over to the door and peeked out. You saw no staff member before you quickly rushed over to Camila’s door, feeling your excitement grow. She had offered for you to come to hers that night so you could see what she was like in bed, which you wasn’t going to miss. You had seen her erection some of the days due to the uniform not hiding anything. It was plain as day and she always went to the staff bathrooms whenever she got one due to not wanting to get in trouble.
You was soon at her door as you knocked on it quietly. 5 knocks just like she requested for when you was foing to come in. After a few seconds the door opened and you was let in quickly before the door was closed. You was pinned against the door immediately, feeling rough kisses on your neck. You let out a gasp and closed your eyes instinctively as you threw your head back, a whimper slipping out your mouth. “Already got you needy, hm?” Camila teased, keeping your hands pinned up against your sides as she was placing herself against you. You could feel the bulge grow against you as you bucked your hips, a moan slipping out.
“Yes, you have ma-Camila,” you answered immediately. Camila stopped all movement at the near misspeak, but she was wanting to hear it.
“Master? Ma’am? What was you going to say? If you don’t I won’t dick you down like you want me to. You know I won’t. You can wait 2 months actually before you get the chance to be fucked again,” Camila commanded. You blushed as you knew she was an asshole and she would restrict you from her dick. She had seen you staring at it a lot after all.
“I was going to call you master,” you admitted shyly and gulped, before you felt her dick twitch against your thigh. She smirked before a hand went to your throat where she was dragging you off to the bed. She was making sure you could breathe before she let go and pushed you on the bed where you finally got a look at her. She was wearing a black bra and the white trousers that contrasted the bra. The bulge was visible and she even put water on her crotch area to emphasise it. She enjoyed the way you stared at her bulge as she put her hands on her hips.
“Are you even listening to me?” Camila asked, which caused you to shake your head.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” you blushed as you kept staring at her dick.
“You want my trousers off?” Camila asked, lifting your jaw up to meet her eyes. They were glazed with lust as well as passion, to which you nodded immediately. “Words,” Camila commanded.
“Please master,” you spoke as you ogled her chest as your jaw was still being held.
“Good puppy,” she responded before she was removing her hand, unclipping her bra first then tugging her trousers down revealing some white boxers which were wet with water and precum. You blushed, taking it all in as you opened your legs instinctively. Camila noticed however you didn’t before she crossed her arms. “Clothes off, now. Underwear too,” Camila demanded. Obeying, you did as told and blushed as she was drinking in your looks. She also noticed how wet you was.
“On the floor and on your knees. Pull down my boxers with your teeth,” Camila instructed you, to which you was immediately doing. You proceeded to grab the middle of them with your teeth, blushing bright red as you did so, feeling your face close to her dick. You soon got them down to your knees before Camila held your hair and was dragging your head up over to her dick. You predicted it so you quickly moved your head closer before licking up and down at first, making direct eye contact with Camila. You blushed as you did so. “If we were allowed phones I would definitely be recording this,” Camila grunted out as you was soon starting to take her tip in your mouth, your other hand slowly caressing her balls. You was soon taking it in your mouth, but gagged halfway. You was slowly sucking back up, your spare hand rubbing the shaft as you was planning on sucking more eventually, you would train yourself to. Camila kept gripping your hair as her moans were getting louder.
After a few more minutes, Camila was soon starting to get louder and was gripping tighter before she came into your mouth. You immediately swallowed as much as possible, blushing bright red. Once you was done however you was bent over the bed. “You better be ready for my dick,” Camila grunted out needily before she entered into you gently and slowly. She was wanting you to enjoy it after all. You let out slight moans and grunts of pleasure as you bit the bed hard, knowing you would be sore tomorrow. She was soon fully inside as she held yor hips, slowly thrusting as she was letting you take your time still.
You was soon nodding after 2 minutes, allowing her to go rougher and faster. Camila seemed to be happy about that as she sped up, gripping tighter as she was moaning, one hand going down before she was rubbing the clit. You let out a whimper as she did so, her other hand trailing to your neck before she started to choke you as she thrusted. It felt even better as you arched your back, more groans slipping out as you was taking Camila’s dick well. She was grunting as she thrusted, pressing her body against you and was effectively keeping you pinned down against the bed. She had put you in a mating press.
You loved the position as you felt yourself getting closer. “Fuck, I’m close master,” you whimpered out as you effectively begged to cum,
“What would you do to cum?” Camila grunted out against your ear.
“Anything,” you whined out. “I’d suck your dick anywhere, I’d jack you off anywhere, I’ll go commando for you. Hell, I’ll let you finger me at the dinner table,” you begged out as you was about to cum, but you wanted permission from Camila to cum. You felt Camila’s dick twitch at the suggestions while also getting faster before she was nodding.
“You may cum,” she grunted out. Gratefully you soon came before you felt her own dick pulse due to cumming in you. You was panting as she peppered kisses all over your neck and thigh, praising you for how good you were.
You were about to speak when you heard a knock on the door. Quickly Camila went under the covers, making you also go under the sheet but curl up. “Yes?” she called out. One of the staff members proceeded to walk in.
“Who’s in here?” the staff memer asked, glaring as he was looking at her. Camila feigned confusion.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“We heard moaning. Who was here?” the staff asked, even more annoyed.
“Ever hard of self pleasure?” she spoke back. The staff member stood, gaping his mouth before he left, not having a response. Camila smirked before she was looking at you, who was looking up at her innocently.
“Go on your side,” she commanded. Curiously you nodded before doing as told, when you was being big spooned. “Goodnight,” she spoke quietly.
“Night,” you respond, a smile on your lips as you fell asleep.
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don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter five: the honeymoon pt. 2
summary: you and carmy enjoy the last few days of your mini-moon.
warnings: light smut, husband!carmy who comes with a warning label of his own, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns
wc: 3.2k
listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist (mentioned song - lizzy mcalpine's 'dancing queen' cover)
a/n: hi cuties. here is part two of the honeymoon in chicago. i will be writing an epilogue to finish out this series, then my focus will be back on the world of 'burn your life down.' please enjoy all of this fluffy, lovey dovey content because these two deserve.
part four | masterlist | epilogue
This feels right, you think to yourself, stretching out in the abnormally large bath tub that overlooks the Chicago River. This being the bath, your honeymoon, the non-stop sex between you and your insatiable husband.
You’re up to your shoulders in bubbles, the temperature of the water just the right amount of hot, and you’ve got to admit that you need a recovery bath from the last night or so.
“You gonna join me in here or what?” you ask Carmy, a flirtatious smile on your face as you steal a glance his way.
He sits facing you, a few inches away on the floor of the bathroom, the sketchbook that you got him as a wedding gift laying in his lap as he continues to make furious strokes with one of the wildly-expensive-yet-worth-it pens that you purchased in addition to the sketchbook.
“Nah,” Carmy exhales, the corners of his lips curving up into a smile as he looks at you like you might disappear. “I just wanna look at you a little longer.”
“I know it’s kind of our thing now. But maybe tomorrow night?” he offers up, half apologetically. You shake your head, as if to let him know it’s no problem, and Carmy returns his attention over to what he’s sketching.
“Watcha workin’ on over there?” you ask, curiously, in reference to the broad strokes of pen on paper that you can hear.
“It’s a surprise,” he answers almost too quickly, his focus unbroken as he keeps his head down, buried in whatever it is he’s drawing.
You inhale deeply, letting out your breath on an even deeper exhale and it feels as if you’re melting into the warm bubbles that surround you.
“I’m just glad you’re drawing again. You always seem to light up when you do it,” you sigh, settling into the comfort of your bath, even though you now have to accept that Carmy won’t be joining you tonight.
You close your eyes, listening to the sound of your bubble bath playlist that plays over the speakers of your phone – the easily recognizable voice of Leon Bridges filling your ears as your shoulders relax.
“Why don’t you draw something? For our next tattoo,” you suggest, your eyes beginning to close.
“God, I love you so much,” is Carmy’s reply, without missing a beat.
Opening one eye, you sit up slightly to get a good look at Carmy, shooting a quizzical look his way.
“Well, yeah. But are you referencing anything in particular this time?” you giggle, peering over the edge of the tub in hopes of getting a look at what he’s sketching. Carmy tuts, clutching the sketchbook close to his chest so that he’s sure you can’t see.
The two of you exchange a look, then a laugh, before you resign yourself, sinking back into the tub. Carmy can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you close yours. He looks down at his sketchbook, the image of you in the bathtub, your hair tied up in a messy bun on top of your head beginning to take shape on the page. With deep blue eyes full of love, he finally answers your previous question with:
“You encourage me to dream, baby.”
A beat.
“It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
You inhale again, peeking one eye open just for a moment as you grin.
“I love you too, Bear. So, so much.”
You take another breath, and a beat, before reiterating, “And I meant what I said. You should draw something for our next tattoo.”
“You really want my scribbles on your body forever?” he asks, skeptically, completely discrediting the talent that you know he knows he has.
“I married you, didn’t I?” you shoot back with a shrug.
He snorts out a laugh, shaking his head incredulously.
“Don’t know if that’s the same.”
“Seriously, Bear. I know we talked about maybe adding some ink to mark this chapter of our relationship… but I really want you to draw it. You don’t have to make up your mind now but, just think about it, okay?” you continue, this time opening both of your eyes to look at him – just so he knows that you mean it.
“Sure,” he nods hesitantly. “Uh… yeah. I’ll think about it.”
You hum along to your playlist as the song changes, and Carmy returns his attention to his sketchbook, stealing glances your way as he continues to work on his drawing of you. You swear you’ve slipped into the kind of relaxed state that yogis traveling to an ashram for the first time can only dream of, as both you and Carmy settle into a comfortable and quiet rhythm.
Carmy hasn’t felt this inspired in a long time – noting that he hasn’t felt this relaxed in a long time either – and he’s more than willing to admit that it’s all the love (and all the sex, because it’s certainly not hurting) that’s sparked this creative kick. He was nervous before, before checking into the hotel earlier today, that maybe he wouldn’t be able to relax – the idea of going to the spa with you tomorrow is still absolutely terrifying – but it’s moments like these that remind him that he may not be so bad at this whole relaxing thing after all.
It could be minutes, hours, days when you decide to get out of the tub – having lost track of time entirely since you checked in at the Langham hotel. Without saying anything, you pull the plug on the bathtub, allowing it to drain as you stand up, grabbing for the fluffy, plush white hotel towel.
And you know that you could put on a robe, just like Carmy, but you have a better idea.
You’ve been saving the little white slip dress that Natalie bought you for just the right moment, and you think this might be it. You can feel Carmy’s eyes on you as you disappear from the bathroom, leaving him where he sits on the floor, and back into the bedroom in search of where you hung the slip dress earlier this evening.
You wonder how long it will take – if he’ll follow you back into the bedroom – but he doesn’t, so you take your time drying off. The white slip dress slides off of its hanger easily. You pull it over your head, allowing it to settle gently over your frame, noticing just how softly it drapes over your figure.
Nat really nailed it with this one, you think to yourself, the pads of your feet hitting the ground as you head back into the bathroom to hang up your robe.
Carmy’s gotten up off the floor, having carefully set his sketchbook down on the long counter, confident in the way he stands, waiting for you. He watches you like a hawk as you begin hanging your robe on the back of the door, a smirk beginning to form on his face.
“What?” you ask, because you know exactly what he’s thinking without even having to look at him.
“Nothin,” he answers, cheekily.
As you turn around, Carmy’s taking a step towards you. You busy yourself with taking your hair back down, watching your reflection in the mirror as Carmy approaches, coming up behind you. You can feel his hands slide along your hips, pulling you towards him as he begins to leave soft kisses on the tops of your shoulders.
“Jus’ wanted to let you know how beautiful you are,” he mumbles in between kisses, pressing his hips against your ass. “That’s all.”
“That’s all? You’re insatiable, Carm. You know that?” you ask him with a giggle, watching him in the mirror this time.
“Oh come on,” he counters you. “You knew exactly what you were doing.” You moan as soon as you feel one of his hands bunching up the material of your dress, his lips curving into a smile against your skin as he hears you. “Putting this on for me.”
“Baby,” you sigh happily, beginning to understand just how fun a honeymoon is supposed to be.
“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” he begins to tease you, moving your hair to one side of your neck.
“Remember when we snuck into a dressing room…” he continues you, his piercing blue eyes bearing into your soul through the mirror image – just like that night. “... during the James Beard Awards…”
“How could I forget?” you gasp, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck. “It was Syd’s first win and neither of us could wait till we got home.”
You remember it well, especially now, as Carmy begins to grind his hips into your ass, his eyes pleading with you in the reflection, begging you to let him fuck you.
“Friday night and the lights are low…”
You smile, as soon as you recognize the lyrics to one of your favorite songs. Only this time, it’s nothing like the version you and your best friends sang at karaoke night, this version done as an intimate, acoustic singer-songwriter cover. Carmy’s hands are patient, slowly exploring your body as you turn around to face him, surprising him as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He sends you a questioning look and you smile back as you lean in, placing your mouth over his in a messy kiss.
“I love this song,” you whisper against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss as you press your body closer to his. “Dance with me, Carm.”
“Yeah?” he asks, with a single, amused raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” you answer with a smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Instead of answering (or protesting, considering he had his sights set on fucking you up against the bathroom counter), he just embraces you, holding you close to him as the two of you sway back and forth to the song, exchanging heated kisses. It’s here, in the midst of a push and pull of desire, dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe and the slip dress his sister bought you, that you and Carmy have your first dance as man and wife.
It’s exchanged kisses, teasing remarks, and eager hands till the very end of the song, both of your feet coming to a halt, too consumed with the passionate makeout that Carmy’s engaged you in this time. Your hands travel to where his robe is tied closed, beginning to open it as your breathing picks up.
“Think we can count that as a first dance?” Carmy asks, in between kisses, his lips moving at a feverish, more desperate pace this time.
“Definitely,” you reply, the softness in his eyes matched so well with the softness of the music. It’s then that you kiss him again, your mouth beginning to trial south every time you return to him.
“Baby,” he moans, as he watches you kiss lower and lower, anticipating what comes next.
“Said I’d make it worth your while. And right now, I want to go down on my husband,” you rasp, your voice low and sultry as you drop to your knees.
Carmy moans as soon as he feels your mouth on him, your tongue coming out just to taste the tip of him. His right hand tangles in your hair, beginning to grasp at the back of your head as he lets out a:
“Fuck.”
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Your vintage lace slip dress, plucked from the ground where it was carelessly thrown the night before, and Carmy’s denim jacket draped over your shoulders.
That’s what he wakes up to, Carmy, your husband, as you climb back onto the bed, having left your brown paper bag filled with all kinds of goodies on the nightstand next to him.
It may seem silly, bringing his denim jacket considering you barely planned on leaving the room, but he brought it for moments like this, when he knew you’d inevitably want to wear something of his while heading down to explore the rest of the hotel.
“Think you’ll even need that?” you’d asked as you watched him pack his bag for this weekend.
“Gotta be prepared, babe. You’ve been stealing my clothes since day one,” he had pointed out, making it clear that he was only packing options at this point. You’d giggled, making a comment about how considerate your then-husband-to-be was and a declaration that you were nothing if not consistent.
“Good morning, my love,” you say as you climb onto the bed, settling at the foot.
Carmy just smiles dreamily, his curls a wild, beautiful mess, as he sits up, reaching for your hands so that he can pull you over him. You smile, leaving a quick good morning kiss on his lips as you mutter something about morning breath.
“Fuck off. You love me,” he teases in response, laying back down.
“Fuck off. I do,” you parrot him, nodding happily, as you settle over him, straddling his hips.
With your hands still in his, Carmy brings your conjoined hands up to his lips, leaving a kiss to each knuckle, his eyes fixed to yours, his focus unbroken. He smirks, seeing you in his denim jacket, just like he predicted. It looks damn good on you and there’s something so primal about the way he feels when you wear his clothes – the fact that you’d showcase to the world that you’re his stirs something inside of him that feels intoxicating.
“I went downstairs to the hotel cafe. Got a few pastries and coffee for us,” you say, as you run your hands up and down his chest.
“Thanks, baby. But I’m not hungry yet,” Carmy replies, something in his voice that tells you he’s got something else in mind. You quirk an eyebrow in his direction, letting out a loud laugh as he flips you over, rolling you onto your back.
“Think we should work up an appetite first.”
“Again?” you giggle, heat pooling between your legs as you think of how he fucked you up against the bathroom counter last night – after you went down on him.
Instead of answering, he captures your mouth with his, groaning into the kiss as he lays his body over yours. You could care less about the morning breath as Carmy winds you up with the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, and you’re sighing out in pleasure as his hand slips between your legs.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he spits through gritted teeth, as soon as he realizes that you’re not wearing any underwear.
“You go down to the cafe like this?”
You smirk, letting out a devious chuckle at his discovery.
Before you can properly answer, Carmy’s fingers are dancing over your wet heat, earning well deserved gasps from you as you buck your hips into his hand, a sudden possessiveness taking over.
“Fuck, Carm,” you groan, knowing exactly how to wind him up. “Yeah. Might have to punish me for it.”
“Think so, sweet girl,” Carmy mutters, before his mouth is on yours again.
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It’s your last night at the Langham hotel and you and Carmy have barely left your room – save for the trip to the pool downstairs. You find yourself curled up with your husband, your head buried in the book you're halfway through in a cozy silk PJ set as Carmy works on something else, a few pages deep into his new sketchbook.
“How’s your book?” he asks, his focus still on the page before him.
“Good,” you answer quietly, looking for a good place to pause. You look over at him, smiling as you notice the very cute face he makes when he’s concentrating.
“Watcha workin’ on?”
A light blush runs across Carmy’s cheeks as he prepares to show you.
“Uh… just been sketchin’ up some ideas… you know. Ever since you asked about, you know… the tattoo,” Carmy answers, suddenly feeling shy about showing you his work.
“Yeah?” you ask, only to be met with a nod as Carmy hands you the sketchbook.
You take it, your eyes eagerly scanning the page, considering it’s the first time since you gave him the gift that he’s let you see anything he’s been working on. You smile, a look of awe in your eyes as you take in all of the little food-related tattoos that he’s drawn up.
“I like this one,” you say, pointing to the nest of spaghetti he’s drawn, clearly meant to be a single portion of carbonara. “I mean, I like all of them… but I like this one.”
“Yeah?” he asks, only a little surprised that you like any of them really.
“Yeah,” you nod in response. You look down at his work, then back up to Carmy before gesturing towards the page. “May I?”
“Uh… sure,” he answers anxiously, the sound of the page turning only magnifying his nerves.
He’s so incredibly talented that it hurts, and it’s not till you get back to the very first page, the one where he's drawn you in the bathtub that your heart stops.
“Carmy,” you gasp, looking down at the sketch.
“You hate it,” he’s quick to say, offering up a way out, almost too eager to beat you to the punch if that is how you feel.
“Baby, of course I don’t hate it. I-,” you shake your head, marveling at the drawings below as you trace your fingers over the broader strokes of the pen. “It’s just… no one’s ever drawn me before so. I’m kind of… in awe right now.”
Carmy inhales, then lets out the breath on a deep exhale, because he’s drawn you before – considering he’s barely made time for his art in the last five years anyways – and that they just aren’t things he’s shown you yet.
“What do you think?” is all he asks, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.
“I think,” you say, returning his gaze with yours. You can tell that he’s nervous, that this feels extremely vulnerable, and you know exactly how to pivot. “... that you’re incredibly talented… and it’s really, really not fair.”
He laughs.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he replies, brushing off the compliment.
“No, I mean it, Bear,” you harp, making sure he hears you.
“Okay,” he nods, and you know it’s the best you’re going to get when it comes to him accepting your compliment on the spot.
You take a beat, before handing him his sketchbook back, returning your attention to your book as the two of you settle into a quiet rhythm of spending time with each other. This is exactly how you pictured this weekend going – spending time together, doing absolutely nothing, and fucking all day long. You’re not quite ready to go back to real life yet, but you also miss Aioli, and you know you and Carmy have another shot at this when you go on your real honeymoon in a few months.
“Maybe I should bring this with me… you know… on our honeymoon part two,” Carmy says, gesturing towards his sketchbook. It warms your heart to see him so excited, so inspired and relaxed.
“Definitely,” you reply with a smile. “Let’s do it all over again in a few months. When we go to Japan.”
“You wanna take a bath?” you ask, an implied, ‘you said you would join me’ in your voice as you ask the question.
Carmy licks his lips, a small smile threatening the corners of his mouth as he answers,
“Deal.”
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I love the fact that you’re writing about different characters that Mads has portrayed <3 Duncan Vizla is a personal favourite so I was wondering if you could write something about protective! Duncan Vizla? Maybe they capture her and he’s ready to wreak havoc upon them? Hurt / comfort with a bit of make up smut? Only if you can though, no pressure or worries <3 your writing is amazing!
My Saviour
SUMMARY: Duncan goes out with his love Y/N, and she encounters a moment in her life she thought would never happen, but Duncan comes to the rescue and ensures that she feels safe and loved again.
PAIRING: Duncan Vizla x fem! reader
WARNING: 18+, mentions of non-con (brief mention no further details), SMUT, female receiving
NOTES: since there is a scene with a brief assault mentioned, please skip this piece if you don't feel comfortable reading it. Your mental health is more important to me than anything <3
Duncan is protective. Simple as that. He was trained to kill others for a cash prize and honor, among other assains, throughout his whole life. But now, with his life settled in a cabin in the woods and his partner Y/N it puts a brake on his former life and builds anew. His protectives and killer instincts go in overdrive when he is out with you, whether in a coffee shop, shop, cinema, or anywhere you want to go.
His hand is on her 24/7. When going out, he brings the most miniature gun in his coat, just in case. His eyes are razor-sharp, watching the environment around him and then gradually relaxing with his adoration. Sitting down at the coffee shop, the night cascades as the two lovers talk to each other, noticing only their coffee cups gradually empty.
'We should get going. It's already 8 pm.' Duncan proposes, peeking down at his watch.
'Sure, I'll just go to the bathroom.' Y/N answers, standing up and strolling toward the washroom.
Duncan oversees her enter the facility, patiently lingering. Y/N enters the bathroom gazing at the slight corner of the facility, her gaze hooking onto the frail leg. Kneeling down, Y/N asks carefully, 'Are you okay?'
The woman gargles out a response as footsteps transpire from the same place.
'What the?' before she could finalize, the door barged open as a robust man grabbed Y/N by the throat, slamming her against the tile wall. Y/N seizes her hands on the assaulters' steel grip. She twisted his skin as Duncan instructed her before
'Remember you twist, under, and-' 'And what?! Shit, what did he say next?!'
Her mind raced with no end and no solutions. The man's uninvited hands started to travel up her leg, inching slower to her middle. Squeezing her tights together, she shouted as much as possible, 'Dun-!'
The door opens with a deafening smash. Duncan saw the sight he did not want to see her in. Ever. His love attacked, and he did not see it coming. Her teary eyes pleaded and reached out to him, wanting to be saved.
'Y/N. Close your eyes.'
Obediently shutting her eyes, Y/N saw darkness and heard revenge being delivered. The twist, crack, and stab was heard as the assaulter weak pleads died down with him.
'Open, dove.'
Peeking up, she saw her protector, his hands stretched towards her, offering her help to stand up.
'The girl.' Y/N feebly voiced, looking behind him and noticing the woman slowly stand up and walk out.
'Do you want me to call an ambulance?' she added. The girl turned her head towards them calmly. 'No, no, thank you. F-Fo-for saving me.'
Duncan brings his alert to his dove, and Y/N witnesses his eyes. The warm grey tones disappear, and solely endless deep black has taken over his eyes. From that moment, she knew that he was back in his old ways. And for the first time, Y/N felt her soul shaking.
'Let's go home.' he ordered while they slowly strolled out. Duncan letting the personnel know what happened.
later on
In the cabin, Y/N sat on the couch, observing Duncan tending to her wounds, soothing hands touching her skin, taking each twitch and painful whimper into account.
'Do you want to talk about it?' the question cut the silence of the atmosphere bringing Y/N back into her state she almost forgot. His gaze turns to her, and she feels her soul shake yet again, feeling safe with her protector. Her eyes prickle with tears, and her lips quiver with missing and broken words lost on the tongue, hands reaching for his grasping softly, shaking with the possible future that might have happened if she didn't go the bathroom, remembered all of the things Duncan showed her or if she didn't have…him.
'I went into the bathroom---saw the girl asked if she was okay---and the man jumped out of the stall and grabbed me by the neck and touched my legs…Nearing closer to my…' Y/n hushed words feeling Duncan's grip tighten around the opposite shaky hands.
Duncan watched her clutch at each tear and escaping word she spoke. At the same time, his heart and brain pushed him internally, not checking up on her earlier, not killing the piece of shit on the spot that does those things for fun. Duncan never thought he would have someone to call his family and home as well not having this level of protectiveness drug his veins to the level where he wanted to burn the world for her if she said so.
But for now, he will worship her in the way he knows best.
Duncan littered her face with kisses soft as the feathers touch, removing the slaty tears, hearing the whimpers turn into soft hums of satisfaction.
'I will remove all of his traces. He doesn't exist anymore. He can NOT hurt you anymore. I have and will protect you, and I will re-write my wrong for tonight. Will you let me worship like you deserve?' Duncan inquired, seeing how her eyes softened with affection, a smile peaking on her face.
'Yes, please.'
Duncan opens her legs slowly, kneeling in front of her and her core. He begins kissing her inner tights while his hands massage the legs gently enough to hear the hums he wants.
'If you want me to stop-' 'No, no, continue, please. I need you.'
Hearing those words, Duncan desired nothing more than to kiss until the oxygen ran out of his lungs, but he suppressed his needs putting hers in front. His breath tickled her core, twitching at the effect. Nearing close, not losing sight of his pearl, he starts to kiss her soul. The movement is pleasantly slow, slow enough for his dove to relax and intertwine her fingers into his ash-grey hair. Her legs opened more, placing them on his shoulder. His tongue brushed up and down against the folds, the juices cascading down and into his mouth, making his blood run wild. The 4 days shaven bread scratched gently on her tights as whimpers filled his ears.
'Right…there…' she said, grasping his hair tighter.
Duncan continues his actions as his nose presses on her clit, eliciting a suppressed moan. Duncan stops to speak five words.
'Don't suppress your voice, dove.' and starts again.
Y/N moans loudly, not letting the moans and pleasure be suppressed anymore. The wooden walls held the moans and gradually layered more and more in the bedroom. Duncan's nose pressed a bit more, and his tongue played with her folds mixing his saliva and her juices together. The love-filled actions continued while Y/N grasped harder on his hair, tighter and more painful, until there was no grip, and her climax crashed on his lips. Duncan stopped pulling away, massaging with his hands her inner tights, prolonging her stimulation as it died down to the tiniest fraction.
'How are you feeling, darling?' Duncan inquired, hoping he helped in some way.
With Y/n's shallow breath, she happily replied, 'Most definitely better. Thank you, Donut.'
Kissing her tights, he promises 'Always.'
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You Look Good in Green.
Chapter 2 - First.
Eddie Munson x Bartender! Fem! Reader.
>>Summery: Between a deli and a laundromat in downtown Indianapolis, a bar sits unassuming. Almost derelict looking from the outside, to the untrained eye. But by night she's a different beast.
>>Chapter warnings: 18+ only, strangers to friends to lovers, found family, fluff, angst, drinking, smoking of, strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, slow burn, depictions of a panic attack.
>>Author note: There's a bit more of Eddie and reader in this chapter but chapter 3 really amps up their interactions. Thank you for all the love on my last chapter and anyone who took the time to read, it means the world. 💚
Chapter 1
MASTERLIST
1977
Dense and unruly clouds dominate the sky as he makes his way down the sidewalk, the already rapidly fading light of late afternoon now muted to a dream like shade of blue. Shop windows send out a warm glow onto the path in front of him winds whipping past and urging him on.
The sound of the bell rings through the store as he peeks inside warm air prickling his cheeks.
The cold that rushes in behind him runs down Angie's back as she sits on the ground hunched over, surrounded by boxes of half labelled tapes.
Knees aching, and fingers cramped she tries to stand quickly, warm greeting on the tip of her tongue halted and replaced by a curious smile at the sight of the young boy in the doorway.
Eyes wide and pink-cheeked, he takes in the sight of the half-decorated record shop. Newly tacked posters line the walls, shelves sit half full and the smell of fresh paint still lingers.
Pulling at the neck of his green woollen sweater as it itches against his skin, he startles at her voice.
“Hi.”
Eyes meeting, he ducks slightly, only raising a hand in greeting before making his way into the cluttered aisles.
She stretches up on her toes and watches the top of his shaved head move its way behind the shelves and out of sight. A Glance at the windows shows no parent lingering outside. People pass but nobody stops.
Making her way around sharpie-marked boxes and shelving yet to be assembled, she finds him browsing, finger running down the edge of a record.
“Can I hel-”
“ I wasn't stealing!” The boy spins to face her, quickly turning out the pockets of his slightly short bell-bottom jeans.
Mortified she moves towards him “No, no, I didn't think you were honey” he steps away and she stops. Placing her hands up in surrender she sighs “Just, wanted to know if you needed help finding anything.”
He eyes her wearily and she chuckles, dropping her hands to her hips and looking around “ Ain't really organised yet. ”
She glances at the records he was browsing.
“Blues?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head straightening to his full size and she struggles to suppress a smile at the sight.
“Metal”
“Oh,” she drawls, “a man of taste.”
She brushes past him leading him to the front of the store, showing him the pile of boxes yet to be unpacked. He immediately dives down to search through the records.
The tall fogged windows at the front of the store start to streak with drizzle.
“You here by yourself?” she says watching the rain run down the glass and people dart past in blurred succession.
“Uncles round the corner at the auto shop.”
She hums and reaches over to the top shelf that's hastily labelled new releases grabbing a stack, her chipped polished nails flick through until she finds what she's looking for.
“Here,” she says, tapping the record against his shoulder.
He turns eyes going wide and eagerly takes it. His fingers trace the snarling face on the front leaving a path through the thin dust that covers it.
"Good?"
“Will blow your mind.”
Behind him, she sees a man rush past. He stops just short of the door and makes his way back to look through the window, face obscured by the now pouring rain.
The bell rattles.
“Eddie!”
The boy rolls his eyes as an older man rounds the corner on him, dripping wet his footsteps turning the carpet a darker shade as he advances through the store.
“Boy I swear to god, I told you to stay put. ”
He pulls the cap from his head scrubbing his fingers through thinning sandy hair.
“Sorry ma'am didn't mean to disturb you,” he says, spotting Angie the anger in his tone lowers kind blue eyes looking her way.
“No not all, nice to have folks inside. I think most think we're still closed” she says gesturing around.
“Wayne” Eddie interrupts and the man swings his head down to look at the young boy.
“Can we get this?" he says holding up the record.
“ No.” The words are hushed and he takes the record from Eddie, gingerly passing it back to Angie with an apologetic look. “Now let's go.”
“ Please, come on.”
“ Ed-”
“ On the house.” The pair look at her and she gives a small smile.
“ That's very kind ma'am, but.”
“ We don't need charity.” Eddie interrupts, arms crossed against his chest and Wayne sends him a glare.
Angie mimics him, crosses her arms over her chest and bends so she's at eye level with the boy.
“Does this look like a Goodwill kid?” Her eyes search his. “It's a gift.” She hands the record back to him, glancing at Wayne for approval.
“Thanks," he says tentatively as he takes it looking at the creature on the cover staring back at him, a grin slowly slips onto his face.
“ Thank you, ma'am. You really didn't need to.”
“Please god call me Angie” she says grimacing and waving her hand “and I know.”
A silent exchange is made as they look at each other and Wayne takes a breathy laugh putting the cap back onto his head “Thank you, Miss Angie.“
She nods and Wayne puts a palm on Eddie's head, an exasperated sigh leaving him as he directs them towards the door, cold air rushes in the sound of rain pounding against the pavement.
“Hey, Eddie.”
He looks up, tearing his eyes away from the record to see Angie, hand on hip pointing a slender finger at him.
“Be nice to your uncle.”
……..
The door rattles on its hinges, bell chime cut short and shrill as Eddie bounds his way in and through to the back of the store. Long strides carry him until he spots her.
“You,” he says pointing to where Angie sits at her desk, a magazine laid out before her, coffee still too hot to drink, nestled on the neatly organised table. He's grinning so hard it aches teeth and dimples on full show.
“My angel.”
Her face is stoic as she flips the magazine closed but he's too buzzed to notice, still running on the unfiltered joy that came from the phone call late last night.
Standing, magazine in hand, she walks towards him and Eddie grins harder, opening his arms wide, leather jacket creaking, ready to engulf her in a bone-crushing hug.
“Ahh!”
Eddie lurches back as the rolled-up magazine makes contact with the side of his head.
“What the fuck?” She swipes at him again, “Ang?”
“An hour late Eddie!”
His eyes go wide and he ducks behind the arch leading to the store, the beaded curtain rattling as he flounders through it.
“We got lost,” he says throat tight as he stumbles backwards.
“You got lost? You've been there before, don't lie to me.” She points the magazine at him, pages creasing in her grip.
“I'm not,” he dodges her again. "We took a wrong turn in traffic and, and.”
He swallows as his back makes contact with the shelving behind him, contents rattling.
A force to be reckoned with when angered, all southern sensibilities dissolve from her, temper blowing them away like dandelion seeds in the wind. She had put him back in his place more times than he cares to admit and she still scares the shit out of him.
Pushing the magazine into his chest she stares him down.
“It's a good job you impressed her.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lip and she gives him another hard swat against his chest.
“If you are late Thursday, nothing me or Jazz say is going to convince him to let you come back. Understood?” He nods quickly and she squints at him.
“So Metallica worked then.” Grin spilling onto his face, Angie rolls her eyes, walking away.
“Of course it worked, what do you take me for?”
He hurries behind her and watches as she settles back into the desk, pressing out the wrinkles in her magazine and taking an audible deep breath through her nose.
He tentatively moves towards her, arm wrapping around her rigid shoulders from behind in an awkward hug. Her eyes don't leave the pages before her.
“Thank you,” he says, squeezing her softly, shaggy curls obscuring her view and he feels her ease.
“You're welcome kid.”
“I was thinking,” he says after a beat, the floor creaks as he shifts from foot to foot and she sighs, turning with a bored expression which can't quite hide the affection in her eyes. “Dangerous. ”
He presses a palm to his chest, face aghast but his theatrics are halted as she raises a single eyebrow. Dropping his hand, his tongue peeks out, suddenly sheepish “Can I use the copier?”
……
The mixtape is pushed into the office boombox before you've even taken off your jacket.
Alone, lights dimmed and Miles Davis echoing against the walls you float through the room. Figments of memories and familiar faces surround you. Your mom's chicken casserole wafts through the air as she hums in the sunshine-yellow kitchen back home. Friends in your old childhood bedroom, carefree laughter, gasps and shrieks as you tell stories of the weekend. There's a homesick comfort in the melodies, cherry-picked and rose-tinted.
It makes guilt crawl up your throat, and as the song comes to an end you're thankful for Dios voice. Loud, operatic, unseemly for a girl your age to be listening to says your dad's voice from somewhere in the recesses of your mind.
New family, a new home. A mantra that's been built between these walls, over late nights and tired eyes, spilt drinks and frustrated tears.
It was just you on Tuesdays, Gus pops in from time to time to grab things but it's always fleeting and customers are few and far between. Funds are still low from the weekend, but we're not quite at the mid-week hump which will fetch in people under a mutual disdain for the work week.
Scrubbing the sticky stains beneath a pool table at the far end of the room, it takes you a moment to distinguish the sound of the phone ringing against the music blaring in the empty building. In the rush to get out you smack your head on the underside of the table, scrambling out while cradling the back of your head as your feet skid over the wooden floor.
“Hello?” You strain to sound professional, but your voice is breathy as you squeeze your eyes closed still holding the back of your head.
“Jazz honey, Gus there?” Angie's voice says quickly.
You release your work facade shoulders sagging “Hey, no he hasn't been in, everything okay?”
“Yeah, darlin’. Actually, you're probably better. Eddie's made some fliers for Thursday you mind if he hands them out.”
Excitement bubbles up within you.
“No not at all, that's great, yeah. Good idea.”
You pause for a moment looking over to the stage, “Nothing too out there, you remember the mess with the college last time.”
She chuckles through the line “ They're tame don't worry, won't induce any reports of sacrifices anyways, all okay down there?”
You nod running your hand over your head.
“Yeah fine, just smacked my head off the fucking pool table again.”
The rest of the afternoon goes as routine, deep clean and stock take, lists and order forms ready stacked for Gus tomorrow. A little after half 4, you head to the back through the small glossy black door behind the bar.
The light flickers as you enter, dark, dusty and bare, goose flesh runs down your arms, the smell of damp ever present. It shuts out the world on the other side of the door once it clicks closed and you try to spend as little time as possible getting what you need.
On the other hand, you've spent more than enough time in here during shifts getting your shit together. The mayhem reduced to a low murmur, cool air feeling good against hot skin when the world spinning out of control.
The stool scrapes against the concrete as you pull it out, it's sturdier than the rest, heavy, with a high back and sides, faded rose upholstery rough against your fingers
Your only Tuesday regular Bill, if he arrives, is always after 4 but before 6. You finish up putting away your cleaning supplies and head to the office, retrieving the tape you need which sits snugly amongst invoices and bills in the corner filing cabinet.
It was only your first week when Bill had come shuffling into your life, with no warning from Gus other than to keep the music low and to pull out a chair from the back.
At 5.15 in he walks, grey flat cap low on his head walking with an unsteady canter that still after all this time has you moving down the bar toward him, regardless of the fact you know he'll wave off your offer of help.
“Hey Bill”
The creases in his face deepen as he smiles at you, familiar and warm and you make the small walk to the bar from the door with him helping him into his seat. A single measure of scotch already sat prepared and waiting.
He's an old gossip truth be told and between history, wars and weddings he scatters stories of people around town. Most stories you already know and you smile along, asking rehearsed questions you know the answers to.
He hums to Ella Fitzgerald in the quiet moments as you busy yourself with simple chores, he calls out your name shaking his glass.
He's the only person who uses your name.
On that first meeting four years ago, as you buzzed around like a fly. A hastily written list of unfamiliar jobs trembling in your hands, the paper damp and creased at the edges.
He had watched you quietly.
The previous Saturday had been on a loop in your head. Gus’s face as he watched you drop a fresh bottle of tequila onto the floor, countless wrong orders and angry customers.
“What's your name?”
It's so soft you almost don't catch it, and Jazz is all but out of your mouth before the sincerity sitting in his eyes makes you swallow the lump in your throat.
You gave him your first name with a croaky voice and he'd smiled warmly at you.
“Beautiful name." he'd said" Why don't you sit for while."
It's always 7 on the dot when James appears, he's in his late thirties, 36 if Bill is to be believed, but if so he's been 36 the whole time you've known him. So, who's to know?
Always in a different shade of beige shirt and brown slacks, he looks like his dad.
“Hey, Pops.” He leans against the bar next to Bill and pushes his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.
“James my boy, what are you doing here?”
James glances at you and you give a tight-lipped smile busying yourself with slicing lemons, hissing as fingers sting around your nail beds.
“I thought I could give you a ride back”
He pats James's arm “Stay for a drink, she makes a mean scotch,” he says nodding his head towards you with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows that makes you laugh.
“Bill, you don't even have ice.”
“Linda's expecting me,” James cuts in, “in fact why don't you come for dinner? She's making pot roast? The kids would love to see you.”
“Now how could I refuse an offer like that” he says throwing back the last of his drink
You smile at him and he takes your hand over the bar.
“We should do this again soon.”
“Of course,” you say, placing your hand over his.
James gives you a pointed look and you remove your hand quickly, telling them to drive safe as they walk out slowly arm in arm.
…….
Thursday morning had started so well.
Nestled in your comforter, the world soft and warm, you'd managed a good half hour of drifting between dream and reality before your furry flatmate Sme had started eating your hair, signalling it was time to get up.
After feeding the beast you'd fed yourself, got out a pan, prepped eggs and thick toast with the radio turned up. Sang off-key and danced with your less than enthused cat while it cooked.
Paused to disinfect the scratches.
You'd showered with the last of the birthday body wash and matching body lotion your mom had gotten you, and dressed in your weekend uniform of black tank top which shows just enough cleavage to increase your tips and the acid wash jeans that make your ass look great.
You felt good.
But, the incipient doubts started trickling in on the bus ride over. They come out of nowhere like a tide coming in as the waves of adrenaline build, little by little.
What if they don't show? Would Gus give up?
Drizzle starts to catch the window as you near your stop blurring the passing buildings and you blink hard as if it would reverse the thought.
Would he call it a day? Decide you don't need a band.
Making your way off the bus the rain is getting heavier sliding down the neck of your flannel making your shoulders hunch while you try to hurry and find your keys in your overfilled rucksack.
With shaking hands you place the key in the lock and storm in, letting your belongings drop in a pile at your feet. You stand at the edge of the dark room covering your face with your hands.
Inhale, exhale. Shit. Please don't spoil this.
Okay, throw yourself into the day, and gain back some of that excitement. Get music on, don't let the silence creep in. Keep busy.
It helps for a while, but everything is done at speed, the waves are up to your neck and your treading water.
You fly through your to-do list and when there's no more to do, everything is in place and the whole place smells of stringent lemon cleaner.
Trying to think of anything left to do your eyes drift across the empty stage, and your stomach drops.
What if it's a bust? Gus would hate them, or everyone would hate them. You would have to watch their dejected faces as they leave.
“It's going to be fine,” you say aloud but the sound shakes.
But what if it's not?
What if the band hates it? Or Gus liked them so much that he just put them in rotation at the weekend.
You're heart pounds. You're drowning. You go to take a glass from the shelf under the bar still hot and damp it slides straight out of your hand and smashes onto the floor.
The women's bathroom door slams against the tile as you head for the sink, running cold water against your wrists until it hurts, until your fingers are numb.
“Stop it. “You say to your reflection finger pressed against the glass a rivulet of water drips down and you follow it, watching until it disappears along the edge of the glass.
Not today.
The band arrives a little after noon, an old zip lock pack of saltines in the bottom of your bag and seltzer water has calmed your stomach and you stand eyes closed focusing on Hetfield's voice and the feeling of the exposed brick cool against your back when the door’s abruptly kicked open.
Your eyes snap open to see Gareth armed with a disassembled drum kit struggling through the door and you rush over to hold it open.
“Decided you come back then.” you laugh awkwardly cringing internally at the waver in your voice.
“We had to push some stuff around," Jeff says, giving you a warm smile with Grant not far behind.
He pauses to look at you, crease between his eyebrows and shakes his head silently, a huff of laughter comes out on your exhale and you feel the knots in your stomach lessen.
“Thank you, ma'am,” Eddie says with a nod, high hat rattling with each step.
You stand in front of the stage, picking at the dry skin around you nails you feeling redundant as you watch them set up silently.
“Okay, so what did Gus tell you guys? You have a set list right?”
“Hour set?” Eddie says looking up at you, no waver in his voice despite his shaking hands, reaching into his back pocket he takes out wrinkled lime green paper and passes it down to you.
You nod unfolding it and see ransom note-style letters pieced together to advertise tonight, you smile at the devil's face drawn in thick black lines.
“With a 15 minute break so you might need to cut some songs,” you flip the flyer over to see the scrawl of songs, a mess of different handwriting, songs crossed out and others squeezed in between.
The boys watch you as you silently read chewing at the raw patch of skin on your lip wincing when you taste blood “Metallica to open?”
Sly smiles are shared by the band.
“Maybe we should start with something, slower?” You say finally looking up just in time to watch their faces fall.
“It's a good set, I just don't want to change it just. Rearrange it.”
“That's changing it,” Eddie says flatly.
You bristle slightly at his tone, anxiety making your temper short “We have the open mic first which is,” you pick up your notebook and flip through it “mainly acoustic and, an acapella band, apparently” You snap it closed.
Eddie frowns at you arms tucking under each other.
“Ease them in okay.” You plead “You're good. I'm on your side, but this is my, baby. It needs to go smoothly. Please, work with me. Start slow. Melt their faces later.”
“She's the boss,” Jeff says, cutting off your ramble, plucking a string which reverberates out over the room.
“No, not the boss. I’m just- ”
“If it's your baby, does that make us your babies?” Gareth says leaning over his drums, a faux thoughtful look on his face.
What the fuck. You wrinkle your nose at him.
“Melt their faces later. ”
Eddie says as he hitches his guitar over himself running his hand down the neck and making it squeal.
“Got it, boss.”
The second time around and past the haze of excitement of finally having a band, you find yourself hearing them with fresh ears.
You can hear off beats and cues missed, they aren't going to be headlining any arenas, but they're more confident than when you last saw them, they command the stage and you find the excitement which was there this morning flutter and spark in your chest.
Reluctantly you stop them after only a few songs, but a noise complaint from Marg at the deli next door is not something you need right now.
“Please be on time,” you say as they gather themselves to leave.
“We'll be early. I want to see the acapella group.” Gareth laughs.
“No.” You bite out your finger meeting Gareth's chest as you descend on him in a couple of short steps. “No being assholes. Am I clear?”
You turn to look at the rest of the group. “They're just as much a part of it as you are and unless you want to get booed off stage by the crowd you will behave or so help me god I will drag you off-.”
“Well behave.”
Eddie says walking into your line of sight, arms wide blocking you from the youngest member of the band. There's that look again, recognision and familiarity but it dances with amusement that makes you frown harder.
He purses his lips to hide the smirk that's threatening to break out at the sight your angry face.
“Look, thanks for giving us a shot.” He tilts his head and then looks back over to the guys with expextent eyes.
“Yeah, we appreciate it, fighting our corner and all,” Jeff says stepping up to stand by Eddie's shoulder and you watch as Grant nods at you saying his thanks then turning to shove Gareth when he doesn't respond.
He rolls his eyes and lets out a reluctant thanks. It's quiet but there.
“I meant what I said,” you sigh “I want you guys to be here. But it only works if everyone is on the same page.”
You let them out and watch as they head down the street, puddles on the floor catch the sunlight and make everything a little too bright, but the air feels too good on your clammy skin so you let yourself just stand for a moment as they walk out of sight.
……
“Don't touch that!“ you say rushing over to Jay, his hand stops mid air hovering over Eddie's guitar.
“Come on, they won't know.”
“I'll know dipshit, go help Charlie with the tables.” you point to your other Thursday night bartender while she struggles to carry the small circle table out of the back room and he sulks off towards her.
Mental checklists on repeat you murmur to yourself as your eyes look over the records and framed posters that clutter the walls. Nerves at a manageable hum, the rest of the afternoon had gone on without a hitch.
A low whistle from the bar drags you back to reality and you see Angie and Gus walking in.
“Look at you” Jay says, shaking his mop of blonde hair at her and she gives him a twirl satin purple shirt which flares at her wrists floating as she spins.
Gus watches her hands jammed into the pockets of his soft leather trench coat with affectionate eyes.
“Decided to dress up for the occasion?” you say hopping off the stage and walking to him, tugging on the oversized lapels.
“Hands off the good," he says sweeping the patches you touched.
“You fly in or?” you eye his lapels
“Don't be mean,” Angie says, coming to place her hands on his chest and shoo you away.
It was odd to see him like this, on the other side of the bar while you fixed him a drink. Calm, and relaxed, they curl around each other a fondness in each of their eyes that makes your chest ache.
George comes in and brings the cool air with him and Charlie nervously passes him a beer.
“Thanks,” he says gruffly and she scuttles away.
He’s not dissimilar to Gus in appearance, tall and broad, covered in tattoos, hair shaved to a glossy shine, which Jay once asked if he polished and got a silent death glare in return.
That was the main difference, he doesn't have the conversational skills, silent and well scary. The stereotypical picture of an angry metalhead and a good fucking doorman.
He's given you a jump more than once, appearing silently behind you while you argue with douchebags no other warning of his presence than.
“Do I need to put them out? “
They usually leave fairly quickly.
As the neon light clicks to life in the window the street outside is cast in a gentle red glow and people start to slowly filter in.
It starts with old regulars, familiar faces who want a quick drink before it gets too crowded and then the weekend shift gangs appear. Co-workers commiserating over drinks to the weekend ahead and couples who want time together before becoming ships in the night for the next three days.
It's a simmer of chatter and laughter, the jukebox roaring to life with each clink of change that goes in. Long shadows dance across the walls as people move around. Glasses are collected, and leisurely small talk and quips are shared as you serve.
By 6 pm the procession of people coming in is steady, open mic performers and their friends greeting you as you sort through slots and take names for anybody who's decided to show up on the night.
The bar is constant, little time to talk but practised greetings and thanks as the three of you work.
It's a dance you know, reaching for drinks without a second thought, prices and measures all done from memory, Jay works much the same reaching around you for glasses and garnishes as he flirts with anything with a pulse and a gaggle of women wait on him.
Charlie on the other hand is new-ish. 4 months isn't long enough to get the dance and she stutters and flounders around herself.
Freshly 21, her short hair is sticking up on end, looking sickly under the blue and red bulbs, her eyes are frantic as she looks through glass bottles.
“Hey, what are we looking for?” you say pulling out the vodka and pouring a measure into a glass.
Her breath stutters as she goes to speak and you put the glass down, you've seen that look before, had that look before
“Hey, I need you to head to the back and take a minute, okay.”
“No, I'm fine”
“You're not" you say firmly and that's okay but I need you here tonight so I need you to go take a minute.”
She squeezes her eyes closed, nodding quickly before pushing past Jay to the back room, you make eye contact with Angie who slips from her seat and in after her.
As 7 pm comes you head up to the stage, heart hammering. The room quiets down as all attention falls on you.
“Hi guys,” you say into the mic mouth like cotton “so thanks for coming out tonight we've got six great acts. Erm, be nice and make sure to give them a lot of encouragement.”
You see Eddie enter first the rest of the band behind him and they all grin at you.
“And we have a great band playing afterwards! Corroded Coffin. If you haven't seen the posters around town already, then well, if you guys like them maybe we will keep them around. “
You smile awkwardly at the boys and a few heads follow your gaze.
“Okay, I'm getting out of here, first up we have an old favourite for you guys, the one and only Tony Lyth.”
You practically jump off the stage after a polite exchange with Tony. Wiping your sweating palms down the sides of your jeans, your face hot.
You make your way down to the end of the bar and spot Angie as she tries to fluff Eddie's hair.
“Early?” you tease as you make your way past them and Eddie swats her hands away.
“Need to see that acapella group” Gareth says leaning over the bar and you give him a warning look before making your way down to check on Charlie.
You bounce between serving and introducing each act as the boys watch on.
“She looks like she's going to puke. “Jeff says watching you ramble on, trying to sell the acapella group to a crowd who are used to a slightly heavier tone to their evening entertainment.
“She's actually better than she used to be.” Gus pipes up from behind them taking a long drink his eyes never leaving you.
The boys grimace as you laugh loudly at your own joke only to be met with a few murmurs and pitying half laughs in response.
“It's cute,” Eddie says head tilted watching as you wave the group on stage and jump straight off after. You rush over to behind the bar and snatch the drink from Gus's hand and down it.
You look at all their amused faces and scowl.
“Shut it.”
The acapella group crushes it. Doing heavier song covers with comedic timing woven in and you reign in the urge to shove it in Gareth's face.
The bar gets busier again once the acts finish. Beers and glasses of wine turn to spirits and shots as people leave and the crowds change.
Time slips away and when you see the band set up you run over before they start.
“Are you guys good?”
“Bigger crowd than we're used to.” Jeff laughs, the nerves in his throat making the tone fall flat.
“You'll be fine, just, pretend you're back home”
They all crack up.
“We'd rather not,” Eddie says leaning into you.
“Okay, well.”
“Are you giving us an intro?” Grant asks face stoic and ba-dum-tss comes from the drums behind him and you see Gareth grinning.
Little shit.
You suck your teeth “No I'll leave you guys to introduce yourself.”
Feedback comes from the stage as you press your way through people, the din of voices lowering.
You settle behind the bar and watch as Eddie approaches the mic. The lights catch the haze of smoke which sits heavy in the air, swaying with the movement of bodies.
“Hello, boys and girls.” Eddie purrs, mouth close to the mic a wolfish grin spreads on his face. It's infectious and you look over to Angie as she woops loudly.
“We're Corroded Coffin.” He makes eye contact with you and as the first chord is played you feel your stomach clench.
Stupid pretty boy charm.
Your face hurts from smiling, body moving behind the bar to the beat of the music. As customers steadily come in you see more of the band's flyers strewn around as the open mic crowd filters out. You start to recognise more faces.
Your eyes dart over to Gus at slow points and you hope it's not just the drinks in his system making him grin like that.
The first half is over before you know it and a swell of pride rises in your chest at the sight of them all, sweaty, laughing and grinning as they step off the stage only to have people crowd them.
As you see Gus and Angie walk over the doubt creeps in again, but the crush at the bar makes it so you can't see the conversation, serving drinks on autopilot, you miss them head back on stage, the sound of Eddie's voice makes your head snap up.
“Right okay uh,” he laughs, strumming the guitar once. “Fuck, looks like we will be seeing your beautiful faces again. ”
“Yes!” You throw your arms into the air, the word out before you can stop yourself, and the crowd turns. You pull your arms down, unable to rid yourself of the grin still plastered across your face as you fold into yourself at the attention.
The band laughs and Eddie leans back into the mic
“We only have a couple of songs left but, shit, make sure to see us here every Thursday.” you watch him wipes his hand over his face sweat making his bang stick out awkwardly, grinning he points over to the bar and sends you a wink, “Tip your bar staff folks.”
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds, shitty parents, nightmares,
Summary: Rooster and Lydia tie the knot and other wedding related shenanigans.
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Chapter 17 To Love
Jake and you spend a quiet New Year's Eve in, enjoying some very good champagne and each other's company. The first part of the year is filled with work, Jake getting a new batch of Top Gun students, and the days till Lydia and Rooster's wedding counting down.
Lydia and Rooster have decided to have a small wedding at a historic Catholic church in Old Town. Shortly after Rooster asked Jake to be his Best Man, Lydia asked you to be her Maid of Honor and Beth to be a bridesmaid. Maverick was asked to walk Lydia down the aisle. They've opted to keep things simple all around, Beth and you are told to wear something "nice" and the guys will wear suits.
I laughed when Jake said he didn't have a suit.
"You're in your thirties, how do you not have a suit?" you asked, mocking him a tiny bit.
"Well, El, if you haven't noticed one of the perks of the Navy is that you get most of your wardrobe provided to you including formal occasions."
So you went suit shopping, Jake striking a pose every time he came out of the dressing room at Brooks Brothers. He finally settled on a lighter gray three piece suit that fit him very well over the one that made him "look like James Bond" in his words. As you were checking out Jake spied a dark blue tie with a very light Hawaiian pattern on it in a lighter blue in the display next to the counter. You had to look closely to recognize it was actually cartoonishly drawn hibiscus flowers.
Jake quickly texts Rooster and Maverick asking what color suits they're wearing. He gets two quick and puzzled replies of "grayish" and "charcoal". You realize what Jake is up to as he picks up three of the ties and matching pocket squares.
"Matching ties for the groom's party?" you ask.
"Of course, plus, we can accommodate Rooster's love of Hawaiian prints into the wedding. I had come up with an idea, if he was having a bachelor party, to get the whole group matching ones, like the tackiest ones I could find on Amazon to hit the town," Jake is grinning gleefully, "This way Lydia won't kill me."
The actual plan for the day of the wedding is pretty basic, Rooster and Maverick are going to meet at your house to get ready. Beth and you will head over Lydia's to help her get ready. The wedding is scheduled for 3 pm with pictures to follow at the church and then at the beach before dinner. Lydia and Rooster have reserved a private room at a restaurant in La Jolla that overlooks the bay.
The day finally arrives and soon you're parking at Lydia's, walking up to the front door. You're balancing your dress and shoes in a garment bag, her bouquet in a box from the florist's that you picked up on the way over, and some Pad Thai takeout, because as Lydia said,
"I've got a mad craving for it right now, it's what the baby wants."
Beth answers the door and we walk back to Lydia and Rooster's room. Her dress that you helped pick out right after Christmas is hanging from the closet door ready to go.
"How does the bride feel today?" you ask as you enter the room. Lydia is sitting at a vanity table with a mirror considering her wet hair.
"The bride is feeling good, other than I can't tell if my stomach is nerves or morning sickness," she answers. She smells the Pad Thai in the bag, her face turning panicked as she bolts to the bathroom. Beth and you look at each other and grimace as you hear Lydia retching in the bathroom. Peeking your head into the bathroom, you ask, "I take it that's a no on the Pad Thai?"
Lydia just gives you a thumbs up as she continues to vomit. You wrap up the offending Pad Thai to place it in the fridge and find some crackers and a Gatorade for Lydia.
When you get back to the bedroom, Lydia is back at the vanity and gladly takes the crackers and Gatorade. Beth starts to dry her hair as Lydia munches on some of the crackers trying to calm her stomach. The rest of Lydia's wedding preparations go smoothly and with no more vomiting.
Lydia steps into her shoes as her last step to getting ready. She has chosen a lacy A-line knee length dress with an off the shoulder neckline and lace long sleeves. It is simple and timeless. Her hair is down and she is wearing a simple crown hair piece made of pearl beads that shine against her red hair. An elegant bouquet of white roses completes her look.
Beth and you coordinated, picking dresses of a similar color. You both are wearing lighter purple knee length dresses. Your dress has more of a 50s vintage feel to it with a high neckline and cap sleeves. Beth's is more flowy and is a v neck sleeveless silhouette.
"I think it's time," you announce looking at the clock.
Your trio carefully makes your way to the car, trying not to wrinkle your clothes as you buckle your seatbelts.
Lydia is sitting in the front seat.
"Any last thoughts as an unwed woman?" you joke with her.
Beth chimes in from the back seat leaning over the console,
"Since you've obviously stayed a virgin till now, need any advice on what to expect on the wedding night?"
Lydia laughs and just points to her belly,
"I think there's evidence to the contrary right here. And no, no last minute declarations, just want to get this show on the road."
You arrive at the church and find Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting on the church steps.
Maverick breaks out his signature smile.
"Lydia, you look stunning. Do you feel ready?" He says as he puts his hands on Lydia's upper arms.
"Hell yeah, I've been ready since he put the ring on my finger," Lydia replies, her excitement radiating off of her.
Maverick leads you to a vestibule where he and Lydia will wait till the start of the ceremony. You, Beth, Penny, Amelia, make your way to the sanctuary. Jake is standing up by Rooster at the altar and you know the moment he sees you, a large smile blooms across his face and he stops talking. Rooster looks over his shoulder to see you approaching. Penny and Amelia sit down in the first pew and you and Beth take your places across the altar.
The priest walks up the altar and says hello to Rooster as he takes his place. He introduces himself as Father Antoine. The organ music starts playing a classical tune you don't recognize but it is light and happy and fits the mood. The old church is made of adobe and is filled with sunlight that bounces off the whitewashed walls filling the space with a warm glow.
Lydia and Maverick walk through the doors at the end of the aisle, her arm tucked into his. He says something that makes Lydia laugh and the slightly pensive look on her face is replaced by an open and wide smile. She is only looking at Rooster standing at the altar as she walks down the aisle and he is looking at her. A jet could take off next to him and he wouldn't notice, he is that entranced by Lydia. They arrive at the altar and Maverick moves to stand next to Jake and Lydia hands over her bouquet to you. Rooster leans over to Lydia and whispers,
"You look absolutely gorgeous, babe."
Father Antoine starts the ceremony, words familiar to you having grown up Catholic and been to more than your fair share of weddings,
“Dearly beloved, you have come together into the house of the Church.”
You zone out for a second and look over to Jake who is staring at you. He drops his panty dropper smile and it makes you blush a little. The words of the ceremony fade out as you watch Jake across the altar. You can't help but think of what your and Jake's ceremony would be like. Would he want to wear his dress whites? Big or small? You tuck those thoughts away for another day and watch your best friend marry the man of her dreams. The love is apparent on both their faces as they recite the words of the ceremony.
You realize the ceremony is over when Father Antoine starts the Universal Prayer and organ music starts up again.
Rooster and Lydia lead the way down the aisle arm in arm, Maverick offers his arm to Beth, and you link up with Jake to follow them.
The photographer follows everyone out into the sunny day for more pictures. As you are being arranged Lydia finally notices the guys ties,
"Are those hibiscus flowers? Like a Hawaiian shirt?" she asks, leaning in to inspect Rooster's tie.
"Yup, Hangman found them. He thought it was a classy way to as he said, 'celebrate your god awful love of tacky Hawaiian shirts', Rooster answers.
Lydia looks at Jake and he is unsure what her reaction will be until she breaks into a smile,
"That was really sweet, Hangman. Who knew you had a sentimental side?" Lydia teases.
Your next stop is a beach in La Jolla where we take pictures as the sun starts to set out over the Pacific.
With the pictures complete, the group heads over the restaurant. You and Jake are the first to arrive and are shown to a private dining room with floor to ceiling windows that overlooks the lights of La Jolla and the Pacific Ocean. Standing at the window enjoying the view, Jake loops his arms around your waist and his chin hooks over your shoulder.
“You look very beautiful today, El,” he murmurs in your ear, “It wasn’t fair because I didn’t know what you were going to wear, but you knew what I was.”
You augh at the thought,
“Got to keep some mystery, sometime. So how much of the ceremony did you actually watch or did you just spend the whole time looking at me?”
“I was listening during the important parts, the rings showed up on time, but yeah, I was mostly looking at you and how breathtakingly beautiful you are and thinking about what our wedding will be like.”
“Our wedding, I like the sound of that. You have any specific requests?” you ask.
“Probably not in a Church, something outdoors, the beach.”
“Agreed, I am not the biggest fan of organ music, maybe a string quartet.”
"Classy."
"You know me, classy as fuck," you tease. Jake just laughs and gives you a kiss.
You're startled out of the moment by the arrival of the rest of the group.
Maverick loudly announces, “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw!
Everyone claps and gives whoops and wolf whistles as you all sit down. A server comes in with a few bottles of champagne and pours glasses for everyone except Lydia and Amelia. You laugh at the pout Amelia gets when she is handed sparkling grape juice.
Lydia announces that the meal will be served family style. Jake picks up on the fact it’s time to give a speech. He’d been nervous trying to figure out what to say.
“How do I translate, Rooster and I could barely be in the same room for the better part of the past a decade and now we’re good friends after one fucked up mission?” he whined as he wrote down notes for his speech.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way, you have a way with words,” you reassured him.
Jake stands up and clinks his glass with his knife to quiet us down.
“A toast to the bride and groom,” he says and the clinking of glasses echoes around the room.
He begins his speech,
“Bradley, it feels weird to not use your call sign,” everyone chuckles at that ,l “I didn't think I'd ever be here toasting you and your wife, as your best man. I suppose it helps that my girlfriend is BFFs with your wife. Wife, I like the sound of that, I should get on that,” he winks at you and the rest of the table makes woo sounds. Jake continues,
“We’ve known each other a lot of years and in a lot of different places. We definitely didn’t always get along, but I always respected you, even if I had a lousy way of showing it.” Rooster laughs hard at that line.
“I’m glad that we had an opportunity to become friends and I'm so happy to see you get all the happiness in life that you deserve. Love you, bro,” Rooster salutes Jake and says,
“Right back at ya,” then Jake continues,
“Lydia, you have made Bradley a better man even if you have terrible taste in facial hair.”
The group laughs uproariously. As the laughter dies down, Jake gets a serious tone and look on his face,
“To both of you, know that the people in this room are your family for life and will do everything to support and love you and the new baby chick.”
You look over to Rooster and he is wiping a small tear from his eye.
Jake ends the toast by raising his glass and saying loudly,
“To the Bradshaws, and to love!” There is more clinking of glasses and sipping of champagne.
You stand up and give Jake a kiss before he sits down,
“Lydia, it's hard to believe that all this epic friendship started because we sat next to each other as college freshmen, unsure kids who were ready to take on the world,” you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as you relax.
“I want to give you my thanks for unending love and support as we made our way in the world and particularly for offering me an extra room to rent in San Diego when my life had turned upside down. I think that worked out well,” you say as you look at Jake.
“I am so happy you have found your person who loves you even more than we all do,” there are a few “Here, Here’s” as you continue.
“And I wanted to share this quote,
'Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.' — Antoine de Saint-Exupery"
Congratulations to Lydia and Bradley as they look outward together to the life and family they are building. And to love!”
You finish holding up my glass for the salute.
Maverick stands next and says,
"I guess as the oldest person in the room, I'll give a few words of wisdom," he pauses for laughter,
"Bradley, the day you were born I was at the hospital and I was awed by the love your parents had for you, and the instant love I felt for you when I held you because the people I loved loved you."
Maverick gets a little choked up talking about Rooster's parents. Rooster ducks his head down to wipe the tears that are undoubtedly welling up. Lydia's arm is automatically around his shoulders. He takes a deep breath and comes back up as he and Maverick share an understanding look.
"I know our journey hasn't been easy or smooth, but I'm so happy that I'm here with you today and that you found someone who loves you back with all the love you have to give.
I can't wait to meet the little one, might I suggest Pete or Mitchell for a name?"
Rooster lets out a big laugh followed by a snort,
"Only if I'm interested in raising a hellion like you, Mav."
Maverick shrugs,
"Fair, congratulations Bradley and Lydia," he raises his glass and everyone follows, "To love."
The food is served and the happy mood continues as everyone eats. Lydia and Rooster spend most of the meal looking at each other, almost glowing with happiness and love. The dinner winds down and it is apparent that Lydia is starting to flag with exhaustion. Rooster recognizes how tired she is and goes around to say goodbye and thank you to everyone so they can get home. He gives both you and Jake big bear hugs and says,
"You guys are next," and looking at Jake, "You need to get on that."
He winks as he walks back to Lydia who is standing up waiting for him. The last we see of the newlyweds is them leaving the room Rooster's arm around Lydia's waist in a protective gesture.
Jake offers to drive home.
"That'd be nice," I reply yawning.
I watch the scenery go by and think out loud,
"How crazy is it that Lydia and Rooster are married and expecting a kid? If you had asked me how my life was going to change that night when I walked into the Hard Deck I never would have guessed any of this."
Jake laughs,
"True, I liked your quote, it kind of captures the feeling of our relationship, looking forward and building a life together."
You giggle, and Jake is momentarily confused.
"Thanks, I also panicked about a speech and Googled 'best quotes for wedding speeches' and I liked that one."
"Knowing Google helped you makes you seem less deep and intellectual. Here's a profound quote about love, just googled it," he teases.
"Hey, it worked. I've never claimed to be a poet or literary expert."
When you arrive home, Jake takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. Standing in the middle of the room he pulls you to him and wraps you in his arms.
"You look really good in this suit, it's almost a shame I've to take it off you," you whisper as you kiss Jake's jaw.
He lets out a soft laugh,
"Thanks, this dress has been driving me crazy all day. I've been wanting to touch all the places I couldn't see."
His hand is on your leg just above your knee and he slowly slides it up under your dress. You feel the moment he expects to find the edge of your underwear on your hip, he passes by and then comes back down. The realization that you don't have underwear flashes across his face and you are rewarded with his signature smirk.
"El, you seem to have lost your underwear," he says to me, voice low and teasing.
"Oh, I didn't lose it, that was on purpose, felt a little hot and needed to cool off," you look up at Jake and bat your eyelashes trying to look innocent.
Laughing, Jake drops to his knees and sticks his head under your skirt wasting no time in tonguing your folds and clit. You gasp at the intense contact and try not to sway too far in your heels at the feeling of his tongue lapping at you. Gently, he slides one finger in you and continues his efforts on your clit. The room is filled with your soft moaning and whatever words you can form,
"Fuck, that feels so good."
Jake slips another finger in, pumping a little harder and faster, earning him more praise,
"Oh god, Yeah, that, more, more," falls from your lips in a stream of consciousness more than sentences. That familiar tightness starts to pool low in your stomach and your walls start to shudder against Jake's fingers. The wave of pleasure is starting to form just as he pulls away. You look down and Jake has reappeared from under your dress. He wipes his chin and stands up to kiss you.
"Yeah, definitely hot down there, I think you need to cool off," he smirks, enjoying your frustration. He turns you around and unzips your dress letting it slide down. You step out of the dress and lay it over the armchair in the corner of the room.
Turning your gaze to him, you say,
"You're looking a little hot under the collar yourself, Jake,"
He is loosening his tie and has already taken off the suit jacket, laying it on top of the dresser. He is standing there with just the dress shirt, vest, and pants, having shed his shoes and socks somewhere along the way. By the time you reach him he's unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt.
Starting with the vest, you make quick work of the few buttons and work on the shirt buttons below it, desperate to touch his skin. Jake finishes the last buttons and you slide the shirt and vest off. The sounds of Jake's belt clanking can be heard as he rushes to get it undone, in seconds he is naked and reaching for you. He pulls you into a searing kiss, the kind that makes your knees a little weak. His hands slide under your thighs and he lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Never breaking the kiss he walks over to the bed and lies down on his back so you are straddling him.
You pull back to catch your breath and start a slow circle of your hips, his hard cock sliding along your wet folds.
“Please, El,” Jake pleads, gripping your hips a bit harder. You reach down and lift your hips enough for him to slide into you in one long thrust.
"Oh, fuck, baby, so, so good," Jake pants out.
You start to rock your hips gently, just enough to slide part way on his cock. Jake's hands come up and cup your breasts. His thumbs sweep over your nipples, a moan escapes from your lips.
His hands slide down on your hips and urge you to go faster. Planting your hands on his chest you speed up, another string of curses and encouragement falling out of Jake's mouth.
"Fuck, oh God, you're so beautiful, fuck you feel so good, El," Jake manages to rasp out between moans. The pace gets faster as Jake is practically lifting you up each time. He tears one hand away from your hip to touch your clit. You can tell from the way his moans are becoming more strained and his jaw is clenching that he is close to coming. His fingers are insistent and rubbing tight circles around your clit, bringing the impending wave of pleasure closer and closer.
Jake is desperately thrusting his hips off the bed and pleading at you,
"Baby, so close, you ready to come on my cock?"
Your climax hits before you can answer and all that comes out is a strained moan and an "Oh fuck," at a really high pitch. Jake comes just an instant later, eyes closing involuntarily. You slow your pace but keep rolling your hips slowly to extend your mutual pleasure.
Jake reaches out a lazy hand to pull you down to kiss him. You take your time with long languid kisses and enjoying the feeling of being joined still.
"I love you," you manage to say in between kisses.
"I love you, too, El," Jake responds. You finally separate and you head to the bathroom for some cleanup. By the time you come back to the bedroom, Jake is already asleep on his back.
You crawl into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He stirs a little and rolls over to wrap his arms around you and you hear a muffled and sleep filled,
"Mm, going to make you my wife," before he falls back asleep.
Think Jake is planning on asking an important question in the next chapter. Hopefully a little quicker on the update next time.
Chapter 18
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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)
Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader
Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.
Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz
Read on AO3 here!
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.
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THIRTEEN.
The first thing that wakes you up is a slew of body aches.
And these aren’t the kind of body aches one gets from sitting too long or going too hard with the cardio the day before. These are excruciating aches that make you moan in pain, feeling like someone is running you over again and again with a monster truck. ‘What the hell?’ you think as sleep begins to clear.
When your eyes slowly open, you squint at the blinding sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining right in your face. Instinctively, you raise your hand to block the blinding sun rays. And then you stop.
For a moment, you stare at your hand for a moment, carefully examining your fingers, painted nails, knuckles, and the fine skin covering them. No paw pads. No claws. No black fur. ‘No,’ you think as your heart plummets. ‘There’s no way…’
When you go to raise your head and stretch your legs out, you are shocked and absolutely horrified to find that your legs aren’t those of a furry feline, but those of a human. To make matters even worse and more of a horror movie for you, you also find yourself trapped underneath the big, buff, fine-haired arm of your co-worker. ‘Oh, shit!’ you think in panic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’
Aizawa is knocked out and twisted around to face you, his handsome face serene and positively peaceful in his slumber. On the other side lies little Eri in her ice cream cone-printed PJs, her back to you. Aizawa’s shoulder-length hair cascades across the couch cushion in waves of beautiful, black locks, making him look almost like another version of Sleeping Beauty to you. As if it is your duty to kiss him awake.
You don’t have enough time to admire his beauty due to the severity of the situation. You’re in your human form. In your coworker and crush’s dorm. How or why you transformed out of your cat form without you feeling any of it through the night, you have no idea. But all you know is that you need to get the fuck out of here.
Suddenly, Aizawa lets out a tiny moan from beside you. Holding your breath as panic sparks inside of you, you look over at his face and check for any signs of him waking up. You still for a moment, waiting for his eyes to flutter open or for him to begin stirring. Nothing happens. As quickly and as quietly as you possibly can, you hold your breath and slowly, ever so slowly, slip out from underneath his arm. He doesn’t make a sound.
Once you’re out by the grace of God without waking him, you quickly scramble behind the couch. You press yourself against the couch, doing your best to calm your rapid breathing. You have to leave. You have to get out of here. You close your eyes and attempt to activate your quirk, envisioning yourself in your cat form in an effort to jump-start your transformation.
‘C’mon, c’mon!’ you think, digging your nails into the floor. Nothing happens. Your human form stays, your body aching and exhausted.
Your heart hammers against your chest and confusion fog your mind, a fresh anxiety attack taking full effect. How did this happen? How did you not feel anything in the night that signaled your transformation? Usually, you feel those body tingles that cause you to leave during the night, but none of that happened. You slept soundly, and that concerns you greatly.
Maybe you were so deep in your sleep that your form just couldn’t hold on anymore and you slipped out of it without your mind processing it during your slumber. You had exhausted your quirk.
‘Dammit!’ you think, angered at yourself. You thought you were getting better with this. You thought you had mastered your quirk. Perhaps you have, but something about being in Aizawa’s dorm weakened you. Not to mention sleeping next to him–feeling his warm skin against your fur; his hard body shielding your smaller one; his fingers stroking your back and ears as his scent curls around your senses. He relaxes you. He strips you of your defenses.
The sound of a soft groan suddenly silences your thoughts. Your ears perk up high on your head and point behind you in the direction of the sound. It is masculine, deep, and no doubt Aizawa’s. When the sounds of the couch springs fill the air as the sleeping giant rises from his slumber, panic blooms inside of you. You’re doomed. He’s going to find you and then he’ll never talk to you again.
Aizawa lets out a yawn before the sound of his phone ringing permeates the air, the ring set to the theme of “Renai Circulation”. If you weren’t about to shit yourself from getting caught, you’d laugh. Another soft, sleepy moan fills the air, this one coming from Eri.
“Sorry, puddin’,” Aizawa coos from above you. “C’mon, you’ve got an hour left.” You’re not sure what time it is, but if this is around the time Aizawa starts getting ready for work then you need to move fast.
You hear the couch springs bounce again as Aizawa picks Eri up, shushing her sleepy groans of protest. The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor make your heart beat faster, anticipating him hearing it and looking behind the couch to see you. Luckily, that doesn’t happen. His footsteps momentarily disappear into Eri’s bedroom. Still crouched behind the couch, your hamstrings begin to burn from being stuck in one place, but you don’t dare move. Not until you’re sure you’re in the clear.
Your gut proves you right when Aizawa’s phone begins to ring again and he reemerges from Eri’s bedroom to grab his phone. The sheer sound of the beloved anime song ends when he answers the call. “Aizawa,” he gruffly says, sounding like he has no time for the BS. “Yeah,” he tells whoever it is on the phone. “I’m ‘bout to get dressed. I’ve got class in an hour. Hold up a second.”
He stands near the couch for a while, not talking anymore. You can only wonder what he’s doing as you crouch behind the couch, hamstrings begging for release and your blood pumping in your ears. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to silence your breathing. All the times your quirk could’ve fucked you over, it chooses right now?
“Disarmed,” the robotic voice of a woman says overhead, signaling the disarming of Aizawa’s security alarm. “Yeah, I’m back,” he says into the phone. “Just turnin’ off the alarm.” You could’ve laughed with joy. You hear the footsteps thud across the floorboards as he walks over to the right side of the room, disappearing into his bedroom. His bedroom door creaks shut, muffling his voice.
Slowly, you peek from behind the couch, finding the door completely closed. Quickly, you pop up from behind the couch and race to the window. You push it open, letting the sunlight and early morning spring breeze hit you in the face. Below is only a dumpster and before it lies the cut, green lawn of the UA campus.
“Fuck it,” you growl determinedly. Taking hold of the window, you climb up onto the ledge and crouch there for a moment, listening for the sound of a door opening or footsteps. There is nothing.
Without another moment of hesitation, you leap from the window and drop right into the dumpster below.
Thank God you took off for today.
You’re especially thankful for your smarts when a horrid smell permeates from the trashbags that break your fall. You retch at the aroma of rotten food and whatever the hell else fills your sensitive nose, covering your mouth to avoid vomiting. You don’t have enough time to recover though when you hear Aizawa approach the window. “Da hell?” you hear him mutter questionably to himself.
Quickly, you jump out of the dumpster and crouch beside it. You peek up at him, finding his head poking out of the window. His tired eyes search the perimeter of the dumpster, brushing right passed you crouched in the darkness. “Daddy?” a tiny voice mews from the dorm. He looks behind him before disappearing back into his dorm. “Go back to bed, puddin’,” he tells Eri, his tone soft and loving. “It’s just the trash men.”
As soon as the window shuts, you sigh in relief, releasing the breath you were holding. You rise to your feet, groaning softly at the pain in your legs. You give yourself some time to recover from your humiliating fall before slowly making your way around the building to your dorm, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and feeling paranoid that someone may see you. However, no one does.
You instead opt to use the front doors to the building instead of climbing the tree to your window, using your school ID number to punch into the passcode to open the doors. The lobby is empty and the security guard at the front desk is asleep, his snores permeating the air. You zoom past him, heading for the elevators, and get one with no problem.
When you’re finally on your floor, you make a beeline for your door, take the key from under your welcome mat, and unlock it to your empty and welcoming dorm room. As soon as you’re inside, you slowly walk to your bathroom. You need to get the stench of garbage and shame off of you.
After taking a much-needed hot shower with as much soap as you can squirt into your hand to scrub off the germs and dirt you believe are soaked into your skin and hair from the dumpster, thanking God that once again that you decided to take off today, you wrap yourself in your fluffy robe and take a seat on your toilet where you begin to decompress.
And regret your life’s choices leading up to this moment. You deeply exhale, releasing all of the tension that was held in your body during your escape from Aizawa’s dorm. The realization that things could’ve gotten way differently for you hits you and you feel more and more like shit.
‘Karma’s a bitch,’ your intrusive thoughts hiss at you. ‘You’ve become selfish and now look at you; wallowing in dumpster n’ shit.’
Your head hangs heavy as a headache blooms in your skull from the stress. It’s not even the dumpster part that has you–it’s the fact that you were stuck in Aizawa’s dorm, cut off from any possible escape. If things were different and he had caught you, he probably would’ve never spoken to you again. The idea of it makes a lump form in your throat and your bottom lip wobble. All of this just to get closer to him? How did you ever get so low?
Your self-loathing is interrupted when there is a sudden knock on your door. “Darling!” Nemuri calls through the door. You sigh, running your hands down your face. You really didn’t want any visitors today. Despite yourself, you drag yourself out of the bathroom to answer the door. When you do, Nemuri stands there wearing a purple sundress and a denim jacket paired with some flats, looking like an absolute babe.
“Hey, you,” she greets. “Damn, you look like you’ve been through hell last night.” She smirks at you suggestively. “Shouta have you up late?”
Obviously, she isn’t reading the irked expression on your face or the tight line of your lips. “More like this morning,” you grumble. “And no, it has nothing to do with Shouta. What are you doing here anyhow?”
Nemuri’s smile fades, replaced with a confused scowl. “We planned for breakfast this morning, remember? It was your day off, so you said you had time for a date. Plus, you told me you’d tell me all about your and Shouta’s date last night.”
Realization floods inside of you, taking you back to your agreement yesterday during your lunch break. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, slapping a hand on your forehead. “I’m so sorry, ‘Muri. I totally forgot. I’ve been out all night and things got so crazy this morning.”
Nemuri peers at you, a wrinkle between her brown. “I can see it under those eyes,” she says with a frown. “Sounds to me like the date didn’t go well. Should I go and give that man a piece of my mind?” At the mention of Aizawa, you wince. You really don’t want to talk about this, but you also know Nemuri won’t let it go.
“No, you shouldn’t,” you defeatedly sigh, “because the date never happened.” As expected, Nemuri’s eyes widen in shock. “What?!” she exclaims as she pushes you into your room and slams the door behind her. “What happened?” she demands. At your ashamed expression, her eyes turn serious. “Y/N, please don’t tell me you were out as Night Claw last night,” she groans. “You stood Shouta up just to kick some ass?”
“No!” you scoff, irked at the accusation. “I’d never do that because I’m not a bitch! I made sure I sent him a voicemail before I went out last night. There was a bank robbery, Nemuri. I had to go.”
“No, you didn’t!” she argues, sounding extremely angered at your decision. You don’t even want to imagine how she’d react if she knew where you really were after coming back to the dorms, looking so tired and down in the dumps this morning. “There are plenty of highly equipped pros in this city that are more suitable and prepared for those types of crimes. Leave it to them, Y/N. That isn’t up to you.”
Though she is right, your pride gets the best of you. You can feel a hiss coming on. “So you’re sayin’ I’m neither equipped, suitable, nor prepared for street crimes because I’m not a “real” hero?” you snap. “Just because I didn’t graduate from UA and don’t have a license doesn’t mean I’m any less of a good crime fighter, Nemuri.”
Nemuri’s eyes widen at your words, the sting of hurt beneath them. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she softly sighs. “I’m sorry. I just meant that your job starts with the kids at UA. Not to fight on the streets every night when you don’t have to. Just look at you!”
Her hands move to motion over your body, your robe covering the rest of your bruises. You hug yourself tightly, trying to shield yourself from her caring, worried eyes. “I’m just scared you’re going to let your life pass you by and never take advantage of the opportunities in front of you because of your hobby, Y/N.” She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it. “You deserve a guy like Shouta. I just don’t want you to ruin this for either of you.”
And finally, the lump in your throat becomes too much and you start to cry. As you do, Nemuri immediately comes to your aid and wraps her arms around you, holding you close. “Fuck!” you sob into her shoulder. “I really am ruining this for myself, aren’t I? I’m gonna fuck this up because of this stupid hero shit.”
“It’s not stupid,” Nemuri protests sternly. “You are an amazing hero, Y/N; with or without a license. You don’t need a little piece of paper to prove that you’re worthy of fighting crime and helping others.” Though her words feel good to you, they do nothing to soothe the shitty feeling that is currently enveloping you.
Nemuri pulls away to look at you, her gaze soft but serious. “But if you’re going to do that then Shouta should know the truth about why you didn’t come to your date last night. Or at least an apology. He’ll find out eventually, especially if you start dating him.”
You sigh, wiping your tears away. “You’re right,” you agree defeatedly. “I need to apologize to him.” But after some food and much-needed alcohol to make you feel less like you just stepped knee-deep in shit. “I could really use a mimosa right now,” you groan in need.
Nemuri quirks a smile. “Breakfast date?” She drops her arms from yours and you make your way to your bedroom to get dressed while she waits on your couch.
***********
After gathering courage from the two mimosas you consumed at breakfast and a pep-talk in your bedroom room mirror, you finally text Aizawa.
It is hours after you left Nemuri to venture back to your dorm where you now sit, typing out a message to Aizawa despite your trembling fingers:
You: Hey…I’m so sorry about last night. Can we maybe meet for lunch? My treat, wherever u want
*Read at 11:55 PM
Ten minutes later, he shoots you a text back, much to your surprise:
Shouta: Sorry I was talking to a student. I’ve got lunch in an hour. Meet at the ramen place
*Read at 12:05 PM
You: U got it!
*Read at 12:07 PM
You let out a sigh of relief as you fall back onto your bed, your phone held close to your chest. You can’t believe your luck! This means now you’ll most certainly have to woman the fuck up and face Aizawa head-on. Nemuri is right: he deserves this much. So after picking out a cute little sundress and applying some lip gloss to at least look decent, making sure you get the ramen place directions right, and ordering yourself a Lyft, you meet Aizawa an hour later for lunch.
The restaurant is very homely and small, but obviously, the place is popular judging by the number of people filling the booths and tables. You stand at the doors to the establishment in your sundress and flats, clutching the strap to your crossbody purse. You begin to slip out your phone to text Aizawa that you’re here, but a whistle on your left stops you.
You turn, finding Aizawa sitting at the booth closest to you near the window. Behind him are framed pictures, most of whom are pro heroes that visited the restaurant over the years. He is nursing a glass of iced water and a paper menu, his eyes set dead on you.
You suddenly feel hot despite the sundress you’re wearing. After taking a deep breath, you walk up to the table and try to appear confident, but when you speak, your voice betrays you. “Hi,” you weakly say before clearing your throat. “Thanks for meeting me on your lunch.”
Aizawa hums in acknowledgment as you sit down across from him. He’s still in his jumpsuit and scarves from work today but still looks hot as fuck. You try to hide your flustered expression behind your menu, hoping glancing over at the choices of lunch specials will help you get your shit together. You don’t have to do it for long though because a tall man with salt and peppered hair and a fluffy beard comes up to your table.
“Ah, welcome!” he says cheerfully as he pours you some iced water. “My name is Tarou. I’m the owner of this place. Shouta, who is this beautiful lady accompanying you on your lunch for the first time?” Aizawa hides his reddened face inside of his scarves, making you soft giggle to yourself at his cuteness. “I’m a friend of Shouta’s, Y/N,” you say to Taroy, shaking his hand. “I work at UA with him.”
“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Tarou jokes with a throaty chuckle. “Nothing like some good ramen to take the load off. So what can I get you two lovebirds?” At Aizawa’s groan of embarrassment, he quickly corrects himself. “Oh, apologies! I mean friends.” He gives you a wink despite Aizawa looking like he wants to die.
Aizawa orders “the usual” which is just regular miso ramen while you go for the mildly spicy miso ramen with extra egg (since you’re planning on paying). After fetching your other drinks (you opt for a passion fruit iced tea while Aizawa sticks with the water), Taoru goes to whip you up your lunch.
For a few minutes that feel like a whole eternity, you and Aizawa sit in extremely uncomfortable and tense silence. You don’t look at each other, instead staring outside or at your hands. Anywhere but into each other’s eyes. You’re burning for him to say something first but you know you’ll have to be the one to break the ice first. After all, you called him here.
So after a sip of water and gathering all of your self-confidence, you speak. “I’m so sorry about last night, Shouta,” you begin, earning his attention. His eyes meet yours, nearly rendering you speechless by their intensity, but you persevere. He deserves this. “I know I’m jumping straight into it here,” you sigh, “but I can’t keep this guilt in. It’s eating me alive! I feel terrible about last night and believe me, I wanted to meet you, but…”
You look down at your hands, folding them on the table to give them something to do. And to come up with a decent lie. Though your conscious is telling you differently, you know you can’t tell him why you didn’t come last night. He’d never speak to you again. Not to mention you’d probably lose your job.
“I got caught up in a call with one of the UA students’ parents who were upset over her behavior and it didn’t end well,” you say after quickly deciding on a lie to consider to be believable.
You go on to explain yourself further, but Aizawa puts up a hand to silence you. “You don’t have to go into details. I don’t even think you can do that as a counselor.”
You quirk a small smile. “I can’t, but I at least wanted to give you context,” you sheepishly reply. “I was dressed and ready to meet you, but after the call lasted for more than ten minutes, I knew I couldn’t. I–”
“Stop,” Aizawa firmly says. You button your lip, your ears flattening slightly at his strong tone. However, his eyes are soft and understanding–all of which you know you don’t deserve. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would’ve been even more upset if you didn’t try to call. Plus, you meeting me out here to talk to me about it helps too.”
Your ears perk up at his words, your tail embarrassingly straight and high due to the utter joy you feel. “So…we’re friends again?” you breathlessly ask.
Aizawa gives you a crooked smile, reminding you of a younger version of himself. “Y/N, we were always friends,” he chuckles. “But this proves to me how good of a person you are. So yes, apology accepted.”
You swear you could leap over the table and kiss him silly. How can a man be this compassionate and forgiving, especially to someone like you? Someone who keeps secrets and sneaks around? What did you to be blessed with him?
Someone clearing your throat makes you both startle, seeing Tarou suddenly standing at the table with two steaming bowls of ramen. “Don’t mind me!” he chirps with a wide, knowing grin. “Just bringing you your meals!”
“Thank you,” you giggle, your stomach grumbling at the scent of the broth. “You have such a cozy little restaurant, Mr. Tarou. So many pictures too.” Your eyes admire the walls behind Aizawa, examining each framed photo of pro heroes standing with the owner. You gasp when your eyes land on the familiar, muscular blonde standing with Tarou, both showing off their biceps. “You met All Might?!” you gasp in shock.
“Please, just call me Tarou,” the owner chuckles, a prideful glint in his eyes. “And yes, I did. I named one of my dishes after him. But even that isn’t my prized possession on these walls.” He moves to the wall and takes one of the pictures down, showing it to you. “This right here is.”
You look down at the photo dated, finding three young men sitting at a table with three bowls of ramen. You recognize one of them as Mic with a big grin on his face while a youthful, black-haired boy sits next to him, looking pissed that he’s in the photo. As soon as you recognize those familiar tired eyes, you coo in adoration. “Is that you?” you squeal endearingly at Aizawa. “Oh, my God, look at you! You’re a fetus!”
Aizawa hides his face behind his hand, blushing with embarrassment. Tarou laughs heartedly, clapping a hand on the pro’s back. “That’s from his UA days. You wouldn’t believe how short he was back then.”
“Tarou!” Aizawa growls, the flush overtaking his cheeks growing profusely. Tarou lets out another bark of laughter before escaping behind the front desk to avoid Aizawa strangling him.
Your finger presses against Mic who still had that tall hair and glasses. “So that’s Mic…and this is…” Your finger trails over to where an unfamiliar boy sits across from Aizawa and Mic, laughing hard with his hand on his stomach. He is a handsome young man with tanned skin, a bandage on his nose, and stark white hair that reminds you of a cloud. You can feel his bright attitude even through the photo, picturing him as a lovely boy whoever it is.
“Who’s this?” you ask curiously. When you turn to Aizawa, he is already staring at the photo and his expression is somewhat somber. “That’s Oboro,” he replies, his voice a tad softer. “He was a friend of mine in UA.”
“Are you still friends now?” you ask, not picking up on his reaction at all. “Is he a pro hero?” Aziawa’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as swallows, still staring at the photo longingly. “No,” he faintly answers, albeit rather slowly, as if he’s afraid of saying anything at all. “He, um…he passed. A long time ago.”
Your heart drops at his words. “Oh, Shouta,” you softly gasp, “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve never said anything.” Your ears droop, ashamed of yourself, but Aizawa shakes his head. “You didn’t know. Not many know except Mic.”
He continues to stare in silence at the photo, his eyes trained on Oboro’s face. You can’t quite identify his blank expression, but you can tell by his reaction that Oboro meant a lot to him. You wonder briefly if Aizawa was different back when he was young. Was he just as vibrant and full of life as this Oboro was? Did Oboro’s death steal all of that away?
In that moment, you don’t care whether or not your relationship with Aizawa reaches something romantic. Though you want something more, you’re also happy just being his friend. More than anything, you just want him happy and you want to be part of that happiness. Unable to leave him like this, you slide your hand across the table and cover his hand with yours.
He never moves it away, but he looks surprised by your action. “Thank you for telling me,” you softly say. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, okay?” You offer him a comforting smile.
Aizawa smiles back, turning his hand upward so he can lace his fingers with yours. “Okay,” he replies.
And so begins your friendship.
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Taco Tuesday
a/n: Soooo, this is my first fic post on tumblr, and my first writing since I was a wee teen like 7 years ago, lmao. Be gentle, but I would love feedback on improvements! I hope I captured his accent well, I tried to draw from some popular writers. Hope to be writing more, I love wolfrry so definitely some of that to come! Xoxo- R
word count: 2.6k
summary: stressed Harry comes home, Y/N makes it better with tacos, and a shower ;)
warnings: angsty (kinda, not really?), female masturbation, smut (minors dni)
She was tired. Mostly mentally, dealing with her own demons, but that takes a physical toll as well. Laying across the couch, where she had been the majority of the day, she hears the sound of the garage opening, closing, then the door opening, then closing with a thud.
Y/N watches Harry walk down the hall, craning her neck to get a good look at him. Joggers and a well-loved shirt hang off his body as he kicks his trainers off, his spiraling hair falling in his face, only to be pushed back, in annoyance. Silence still between them, thoughts surging her mind.
“Hi, how was your day?” she asks, meekly, looking over at him with doe eyes.
“Can I get it over with ‘fore I talk ‘bout it.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, walking into his office with purpose.
She thinks he must have been a hard day at the studio, most of the week had been difficult, him working in his office after the studio, for hours, which wasn’t the norm. But Harry hadn’t been so curt with her, at least giving her an ‘Ello, lovie’ and a peck on her lips before going into the office.
It, of course, made her mind swirl with what she could have done wrong. Last night was fine, him falling asleep with her hand smoothing over his back, after having a slow love making session. And today, even though Y/N’s mind wanted the worst of her, she mustered the energy to do some house work, making it clean and tidy.
She let the seemingly large space between them rest a bit, diverting her own thoughts to her phone, mindlessly scrolling. Finally summoning the energy (and courage) to meander into his office.
The door was cracked slightly, and taking a peek in, she saw his shoulders slumped, elbows on the table top, the golden skin of his arms littered with tattoos flexing a bit , hands mussed in his brunette curls, sitting in front of the mixing console. It wasn’t as large as the ones they had in studio, but he said it did it’s job of reminding him how he wanted certain sounds. In front of him he had his journal and MacBook open, with one of his many guitars leaning on the desk to the right of him.
Without a word, Y/N pushes the door open gently, her legs making enough swishing sounds to let Harry know she was there. He straightened a bit, leaning back in the chair with a sigh. Her hands made their way to his shoulders of their own volition.
Squeezing his shoulders a bit and raking her hands through his hair, had Harry melting, with soft moans falling from his plush lips. Catching Y/N’s wrist, he gently guides her down to his eye level, giving her a peck on her own sumptuous lips, swollen and red-tinged from obliviously biting and mushing them together from her earlier anxiety.
“M’sorry for earlier.” he breathes against her. “Feelin’ like all the studio brings, recently, is stress. Know it’ll pass eventually. Hang in there fo’ meh, yeah, poppet?”
All she can do is hum a contented sigh, muttering, “I know. Wish there was more I could do to help ya.”
“Oh, darlin’, you’re ma muse baby. Couldn’t do any of it without ya.” Harry mumbles with a smirk playing on his lips, so close to hers he can feel her warm breath, making him shiver to his spine. “S’why ‘m stressed, want everything ta be perfect, from the lyrics, to the bass, jus’ like ma girl. Perfect, perfect girl.”
A smile can’t help but spread across Y/N’s face. He thought she was perfect. Not that he didn’t tell her all the time, but some times she needed more reassurance than others. “Sounds like you’re having a time finding all the right pieces, but I know you and the guys will find the perfect sound, you always do. Can you be done for the day? You deserve a break, you’ve worked hard all week. Plus, it’s taco Tuesday, and you know how busy they get later in the night.”
The thought sharing a meal together makes both of them smile, soon heading out the door to get delicious tacos.
- - - - - - -
With their bellies satiated with fresh food from the truck down the street, they tuck in on the couch, Harry grabbing the Xbox controller to settle on his latest game. Letting her food settle a bit, enjoying watching Harry play, Y/N decides to take a quick shower to wash off the humidity from the night.
“I’m going to hop in the shower, lovie” she says, giving a peck on his cheek, earning a hum from him.
“M’kay, petal. Ya know where ta find meh, darlin’.” Harry mutters, focused on his game.
Swaying up the stairs, Y/N turns the shower on, letting the warm water reach the shower head. Throwing her hair up in a high bun, grabbing a towel, and taking off her rings, she has a last minute thought to grab her favorite sex toy. She usually doesn’t feel the need to get herself off, with her sex god of a husband, but she thought to herself, why not.
She pulled the toy out of it’s satin bag, the ‘clit sucker 3000’ Harry likes to call it. She’ll usually just smack his arm a bit before getting it to work. But she’s alone at the moment, so no jokes are made.
Before hoping in the shower for some alone time, she takes a peak at the pictures she has of Harry that turn her on. They’re not inherently sex photos, but the subject of them turns her to jelly.
Some of them are photos she’s personally taken of him when he looks especially yummy. Towels hanging low on Harry’s hips, showing off the V shape his muscles make in between his hips, water droplets dotting his body, hair wet and pushed back. Pictures of Harry in bed from the waist up, taken from the angle on Y/N sitting on him. The morning sunlight flecking over his face and tattooed chest, with a small smile on his lips, eyes closed in contentment.
Some pictures, though, are taken from him on stage. Some from the photographers that he’s chosen to bring on tour, but some from fans. She can’t lie, the fans had good taste, and good angles, getting him from a 360 point of view.
Most recently, her favorite was the pictures of Harry in his denim get up, pants and a vest, bare chest showing off his muscles and tattoos. It made her salivate, thinking back to that evening when he got off stage, Y/N instructed him to leave them on, desperately shoving his pants down enough to pull his already growing erection out of them. She sucked him roughly, and he fucked her back just as feverishly.
She already felt heat going straight to her core just viewing her husband on her phone. She stepped into the steaming shower, letting the hot water wash over her shoulders and back, releasing any tension from the day. Turning the toy on, Y/N put it straight to her center, whirling it around a bit to push her already swollen folds to the side. When it hit the spot the thing was literally made for, her knees almost buckled.
Moving to the tiled bench in the shower, she flung some water on it, trying to warm it up some before sitting down. She reveled in the feelings, warm water splashing on her periodically, toy vibrating on her most sensitive spot, the muscles of her legs and stomach contracting with each wave of pleasure, small moans making it past her lips.
But something was missing. She felt empty, feeling her pussy clenching around nothing, when she knew Harry would be happy to oblige, she cries out his name, half a moan, half a beckoning for him. She knows he may not hear her, his game probably engulfing him.
So she removes the toy from herself, partly stepping out of the shower, drying her hands quickly. She opens her phone to Harrys contact, quickly typing.
“Are you in a game?”, she hopes he isn’t.
“No. Do you want me to quit the queue?” Harry texts back quickly. His mind jumps to the worst, hoping she isn’t hurt or upset.
“Can you come fuck me?” Y/N texts back quickly.
The text bubbles appear, then disappear quickly. She imagines him throwing his phone on the couch, tripping over himself to make it to their bathroom as quickly as possible. It brings a smirk to her face as she gets back in the shower, standing and putting the toy back between her legs.
As quickly as she can get it back on herself, the bathroom door is flinging open. Y/N meets Harry’s eyes, dark with lust. “Ya playin’ with yaself, pet?” He murmurs as he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, pushing his joggers and briefs down in one fell swoop, leaving him naked, save the rings on his fingers that he doesn’t bother taking off. His cock is already stiff, proudly standing, reaching his belly button.
All she can muster is a hum, that sounds more like a moan, “I need your cock, H, please.” She sounds so needy, and he loves it. He loves it so much he has to make her beg for it some more.
He strides into the large tiled shower, pressing the front of his body against her damp one, cold from being out of the shower for a brief moment, goosebumps gracing her chest and arms, her nipples already pulled into tight buds.
“Ya need it even when ya tryin’ ta please ya self, huh?” Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, only to place hot, open mouthed kisses against her neck.
“Please, H. M’ so empty, need you to fill me up.” Y/N all but whines, suddenly gripping his cock firmly, giving it a few pumps, the way she knows he likes.
A groan falls from Harry’s lips, as he allows for his head to lull back a bit. His ringed fingers find their way to Y/N’s core, pushing the toy, she previously had glued to her clit, to the side. She abandons it to the bench, without a second thought, as his fingers glide smoothly against her folds and a gasp escapes her lips.
“Mmhm, so slick for meh already, petal. C’mere, outta the water. Not good lube, ya know.” Harry gently pulls her away from the stream of warm water. He knows if she doesn’t give her what’s she’s asked for, she’ll take it for herself, when would admittedly be unbelievably hot, but he’s just as needy as she is at the moment.
He reaches his tattooed arm towards the crook of her leg, bringing it up close to her chest, leaving her only one foot to balance on. Before she can complain about it, he lines his dripping cock to her folds, soaking his prick in her arousal, bumping against her clit on the swipe up.
Moans fall from both their mouths, and Harry pushes into her dripping hole, soon to be sheathed into her, the perfect tightness gripping him.
“Fuck, H. Just what I needed.” Y/N breathes against his lips, capturing the bottom one in her teeth. Before she can get too unstable on one foot, he wraps his other arm around her waist, gripping her tightly all the way around her back, to her other hip, where his hand clutches so tightly it’ll leave finger shaped bruises.
Harry begins a steady pace, careful not to drill too relentlessly for Y/N to loose her footing. As he bores into her, keeping her steady, moans falling from both of their mouths, as he glides over the spongy spot inside her, passing it and reaching deep with the position they’re in.
“God damn, Y/N, feel s’good round me cock.” Harry mutters, while burying his face in her neck, her sweet natural smell filling his nostrils.
“Harry,” she whines in his ear, “gettin’ wobbly, fuck me from behind.” Y/N whimpers, kissing over his chest.
“Got you baby.” Harry whispers, pulling out, with a whine coming from her. He gently sets her leg down, and moved to the side, giving her a moment to get the feeling back in it, before removing his arm from her waist, up to the middle of her back to push her over.
Y/N eagerly arches her back, using the bench in front of her for stability. Ass in the air, she looks behind her to see Harry, too lost at the beautiful sight in front of him to look at her immediately. When their eyes meet, his are even darker, if possible. The look in her own eyes is all he needs to shroud himself back in her, ringed hands tightly gripping her hips.
He establishes a deliberate pace that has Y/N snapping her hips back to meet his. The only sound in the shower, save the ambient water falling and obscene noises coming from their meeting place, are whimpers falling from her lips, and quick groans falling from his. Unbeknownst to Harry, Y/N has attached the clit sucker 3000 back to it’s home, causing her knees to buckle a bit, moans getting louder and more consistent.
“C’mon pet, let me feel you cum.” Harry bellows to her, with a sharp smack to her ass.
She yelps, grinding her ass back onto him, in the beat of his now relentless pace.
“Shit, H. You fill me up so well. Oh, god. Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” She chants, head falling forward, and body relaxing a bit.
“My, god. Takin’ me so well. Wanted meh to fill you up? Damn, baby, bout to fill you up even more.” Harry grunts between thrusts, seconds away from his own release.
“Give it to me Harry, god, I want it.” She encourages.
That’s all he needed to fall over the edge, her name falling past his lips, as he continues to rut into her until he’s too sensitive to continue. He watches as his seed seeps out of her. A sight to behold, he thinks.
He removes himself from her, earning a bit of a hiss from both of them.
“H, feel like I’m in a fish bowl, can’t hear right.” She breathes as she moves to sit on the bench. She looks up at him, eyes still blown with lust, but now hooded doe eyes mixed in, gazing up at him.
A chuckle leaves his chest, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, and she leans into it.
“Filled ya up too much, huh, petal? Got your ears feeling underwater? M’sorry lovie, I’ll give it to you a lil’ less next time yea?” He jokes, knowing that won’t be happening. He watches as a scowl reaches her face.
He leans down to kiss it away, but Y/N’s hand sneaks it’s way around Harry’s neck, keeping him there for a beat longer.
“Need ta wash me dick now.” He chuckles.
Before he can move, she’s reaching for the body wash on the bench next to her, pouring some into her hand. He believes it’s for her, for a moment, until she reaches up and gently applies it to him, starting on his well-groomed pubic hair.
Gingerly, she moves around his cock, softly grasping it, just enough to clean. Then even more lightly, moving to his balls, moving around just to get the suds there.
“Didn’t take you long to get hard earlier.” She smirks to herself, remembering he had a hard on as soon as he waltzed into the bathroom.
“Never long ta get a proper stiffy for you, pet. Got it half way to the stairs, hadn’t even reached them.” He mutters, smoothing over her shoulder.
“Alright, yah cleaned meh up, your turn now, lovie.” Harry guides her by her hand into the water, slowly sudsing her smooth body, loving every crevice and relaxed moan she’ll give him.
fin.
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pussidon - ACT I | i
✠ Pussidon
↳ sounds like trouble
↳↳ can we eat it?
➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy.
➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes
➶ word count: no
NOTE:
✠ = time skip
✠✠ = switching povs/characters
✠ -> next
February 25th, 2011.
Eastern Slavic Republic, Holigrad.
Civil wars were never fun – let’s get that out of the way. Not to mention, bioweapons were involved in this specific one – specifically, Lickers. You’d guess they’d stop getting elements from the demise of Raccoon City, but no.
Raccoon City was just the start.
Needing the best of the best in this objective, FOS operator – Ingrid Hunnigan – watched over the DSO agent – Leon Kennedy – through her screen map as he made his way through the roughed-up alleyway. Just outside of it were the military, soldiers and tanks passing on by. From what she can see, they were shooting the rebels just as the rebels were shooting back.
You know, like it’s some civil war – which it was.
Problem was – the U.S government was pulling out to discuss some new policy in regards to the civil war – which meant even Leon was supposed to be on his flight back by now.
Hunnigan rang his device, deeply hoping he’d cooperate but knowing his inclination to help others and his understandable loathing towards bioweapons, she knew he’d put up a fight.
“Moving into position.”
Not even a hi or anything – gotcha.
“Copy.” Hunnigan responded as she zoomed in on his figure from above, “I’ve got a clear view of you from the sky.”
She could see him looking up as if right at her.
“Great.” Leon praised nonchalantly but sarcastically, “Maybe you can help me find a clear route to the CIA drop-off.”
Before Hunnigan could open her mouth, her eyes widened behind her specs when her screen brightened up from some explosion. The call hadn’t dropped off, meaning Leon was still more than okay at a safe distance.
Hunnigan was in charge of being his support on his mission – as usual – and she had the responsibility to keep him safe for both himself and the government.
Oh, and his girlfriend back home – that’s one of the main reasons why she needed him to return.
Leon peeked at the aftermath of the rocket from the tank and then back at Hunnigan, “Looks like they’re doing some serious renovations down here.”
Here goes nothing.
“Listen to me carefully, Leon. Your mission has been aborted,” Hunnigan started, voice firm as she informed him, “The U.S is going to pull out of the country.”
“What? I just got here.” Leon’s brows furrowed in shock, frustration oozing through his tone, “After taking me off furlough and sending me to this god-forsaken place? What the hell?!”
Hunnigan sighed through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment before she continued, “Washington and the government there have decided to go their separate ways so everyone has to leave – not just the embassy staff. All American citizens have been ordered to evacuate the country.”
I think I worded it perfectly – there’s no way he’d refus–
“I don’t give a damn about the politics.” Leon snapped, crushing that small proud voice in her head.
Why am I not surprised?
“We’ve got confirmation that BOWs are being used in this war. If we don’t stop them now, the same shit will happen everywhere else –” Then he narrowed down his eyes at her, challenging, “Do you really wanna see that?”
“This is a war and things are different.” Hunnigan countered, “No one can do anything without backup from the American government. Not even you.”
Leon's sharp eyes widened for a split moment before the corner of his lip irked up, a glint appearing in his blues, “Well then, I guess my only option is to lose my American citizenship for a while.”
Hunnigan shot forward, “Leon!”
Then the call was dropped, leaving a popup on her screen showing just how long the call had lasted; a minute and twenty-five seconds. Hunnigan stared in surprise at being hung up on then leaned back against her seat with a huff.
“Unbelievable…” Hunnigan muttered, shaking her head as she glanced at the wall adorned with clocks of all the different timezones.
It was to keep some sort of respect for all the other agents from numerous countries and not end up calling them in the middle of the night – yet that never seemed to stop the government. Given it was currently close to nighttime in Washington, most agents were out considering it was Friday.
Hunnigan removed her glasses to rub the sore spot on the upper part of her nose bridge, I’m missing out on my show for a man with a brick wall for a brain.
“He didn’t listen?” One of her coworkers came in with two cups of coffee, setting the foam cup on her desk.
“What gave it away?” Hunnigan mumbled, taking the offered hot drink into her hand as she slipped off her headset to set it on the table.
The woman laughed, patting the operator’s back, “That’s Kennedy for ya’. I feel bad for whoever’s going to end up with that stud.”
Hunnigan forced a chuckle, watching as the woman turned around the corner back to her desk. She looked back at her screen as a thought weaselled its way into her head and she opened the lid for the sweet vanilla aroma to take over her senses. A pleased sigh was released from her lips, glancing down at the ground cinnamon on top of the creamy foam.
Cinnamon Dolce Latte.
The idea made itself clear in her head and Hunnigan perked up. If she couldn’t get him back, then she knew someone who would.
Setting the cup aside after closing the lid back on, Hunnigan put the headset on and scrolled through the contacts on her screen. Finding the soldier she needed, she pressed ‘call’ and heard it ring.
“I hope she isn’t doing something too important.”
✠✠
February 25th, 2011.
Kennedy’s Residence, Washington DC.
An Animal Crossing tune rang from a phone on the art table, instantly catching the artist’s attention. A small pout settled on her plum lips, hating that her art session was interrupted. She tried to ignore it but the call only continued. Sighing out exasperatedly, the hand on her hip slumped down in defeat. The brush clinked lightly when she set it into its cup and made her way to the art desk behind her.
It was a video call.
Anxiously, the girl fixed her appearance up through the window walls. She wasn’t wearing anything extravagant; her usual chaotically painted short-sleeved beige shirt and a pair of shorts. She had thin white fancy gloves on specifically made for painting to protect her skin from the powerful chemicals. Her hair was up messily, letting her bangs and sneaky strands fall down to frame her face.
It’s just Hunnigan – relax.
Finally picking up the call, she smiled as she pushed her glasses up higher, “Hi, Innie – I thought you were out.”
“I should be but Leon’s being Leon.” Hunnigan exhaled tiredly, flashing her a smile, “What are you up to this weekend?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” The Han girl shrugged, flipping the camera to show her the piece she was working on, “Enjoying the last few days of my week off – the BSAA’s ruthless.”
Hunnigan hummed, impressed with the use of colours, “That looks lovely.”
So Ah blinked at the trailing tone, furrowing her brows as she twisted her phone back to her and she gave her a suspicious look, “Why do I feel like this call isn’t just you checking up on me?”
Hunnigan pressed her lips into a thin line, “Okay, I hate to cut your vacation short but I need you to call Leon and convince him to abort the mission. It’s too dangerous.”
“He’s a big man, Hunnigan. I’m sure he can handle it.” So Ah gave her a knowing look, setting the phone perched up against the brush’s cup before taking out her previous brush and then she stilled, looking back at the woman on the phone.
“... How dangerous are we talking about?”
✠✠
You know how you’re supposed to run away from a ravaging and destructive creature?
Leon was chasing the licker.
It can’t be that dangerous, right?
It wasn’t like the agent was going to get knocked out and kidnapped.
… RIGHT?
✠✠
“So Ah, you don’t understand – we were asked to retreat. The US government is pulling out.” Hunnigan pressed on, knowing it wasn’t too hard to convince her.
“And you assumed Leon would listen?” So Ah asked, resuming her brush strokes on the canvas with a subtle in-love smile.
Hunnigan tilted her head to the side in silent agreement, “Okay – I believe he told you about the BOWs' involvement, right?”
“Mhm.” So Ah hummed, pointing the end of the brush at her phone briefly before dipping the brush into the oil paint, “Which explains why he’s stubborn to leave the mission unfinished.”
Keyboard tapping sounds came from Hunnigan’s end followed by a chime coming from her laptop. So Ah glanced behind her then at Hunnigan with a puzzled look.
“I just sent you a footage of the bioweapon that was sighted in the capital of the Eastern Slav Republic.”
Begrudgingly, the brush clinked when it was set down and she took her phone with her on the way to her art desk once again. Tapping the file, she clicked on the video she had received. It was taking a while and she frowned at the sight of destroyed buildings and people being crushed beneath them.
Then a muscley creature skittered on by, raising tiny hairs down her spine. The horror straightened her up as she stared speechlessly as even more of those bioweapons ran past the screen, some leaping with their massive sharp claws.
“What… The hell is that?” So Ah whispered in shock.
Hunnigan frowned deeply, “They’re called lickers – they’re a bioweapon made to hunt. They’re completely blind but have a heightened sense of hearing and –”
“Can you prepare a flight for me?” So Ah interrupted, closing her laptop and started closing all her paint bottles, setting them in their designated spots. She turned off the lights in her art room and started making her way down the hallway.
“Right away. It should be good to go by the time you’re here.” Hunnigan looked so utterly relieved, writing in for one of their pilots, “I’m sorry about this.”
“Don’t worry about it.” So Ah gave her a small smile, “Leon’s just being Leon – right?”
Hunnigan actually laughed a little, “Yeah.”
✠
“Leon should be in the capital’s market street. The orders are strict to abort the mission completely, even for us FOS operators – so I might not be able to keep in contact as much.”
Holigrad was in ruins. The stores were crashed, windows and glasses shattered and scattered all over the streets similar to the giant boulders of debris. Chills ran down her spine, the cold air usually smelled fresh this late – but the scent of bullets and ashes only made her nostrils sting.
“It looks so bad, Innie…” So Ah whispered to her device, looking down at Hunnigan worryingly. She was growing antsy.
“I know. Try to avoid the military as much as you can. Stay safe, So Ah.”
The call ended, leaving the soldier alone with her anxious thoughts. Another shiver ran down her spine and she internally cussed, wishing she brought a jacket along with her.
A long-sleeved black fitted shirt wasn’t doing much, despite being a turtleneck. It was tucked into her olive-coloured circle skirt with the tactical belt keeping everything tugged in. She also sported her usual thigh highs and combat boots. The weapons she was provided with by the DSO were a powerful handgun and a semi-auto sniper rifle as that was what she was most comfortable with.
Her birthday was yesterday, having entered her early thirties – thirty-one to be specific. She fully expected it would be filled with hard work and positivity despite her new line of work. It was all to clear her family’s name. The need to meet someone who doesn’t know jack shit about the Hans was immense – at least she won’t be judged by her family status.
Leon was able to spend the entire day and night with her, spoiling her with anything she had ever wanted. Even though she tried to convince him that she just wants some time with him, Leon still took her around the city. Guess that was why she was a thousand miles away from home – she was going to try and convince him again.
His gift to her was quality time, brand new paint, and a handcrafted tactical combat dagger. The handle was black with the texture being easier to hold and not slip. Along the side of it was a line of a beautiful deep green marble engraved into the handle, not to mention Han So Ah etched into it.
The blade was professionally made and she truly wondered just how much it cost him to get it done.
Oh, yeah, and mindblowing sex when they got home.
Said dagger stayed hidden in its cover under her skirt, tucked into the belt around her thigh.
“EVERYONE, EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. THE OPERATION BEGINS AT 2000 HOURS.”
With haste feet, So Ah made her way down the road with her pistol in hand. The sound of heavy footsteps followed by a low rumble of a military tank urged her to dip down the road leading to a somewhat of an underground parking lot. It seemed like a better idea to go through the city underground.
“Too dark…” She whispered to herself, taking out her flashlight and keeping it up under her pistol as she observed the parking garage from her position.
She wasn’t going to lie – it looked fucking terrifying.
“You got this, Soo…”
In her mother tongue, the little pep talk seemed to calm her down a bit but hushed commotion echoed inside. Instantly, the image of those lickers appeared in her head, making her freeze on her spot again.
Nope, I’m gonna die tonight.
Yeah, she did try calling Leon, thinking he’d pick up when it’s her but his device was shut off. Hunnigan was currently no help because of her orders. So Ah whined a bit, hating the anxiety rushing through her veins.
Her missions were team-based, meaning she was recruited with other trained soldiers. She never had a solo mission before. Not like Leon.
“What are you doing here?”
Wait, was that –
“If they attack the capital, it’ll make my job a lot easier. That’s all.”
Hold your fucking horses, there’s no way that’s –
Without even thinking about it, So Ah ran towards the source of the familiar voices. She halted when she saw her loving – stubborn as shit – boyfriend of four years and the mercenary in red. They were aiming at one another but there was clearly no intention in actually pulling the trigger.
“Leon!” So Ah uttered, lowering her aim when they looked at her and Leon’s eyes widened when he saw her.
“So Ah?” Leon asked, dropping his aim and he furrowed his brows at her, “What are you doing here?”
Her breathings were on the heavy side from the relief and she glanced at Ada, finding her coy smile widening.
“Well, well, wherever Leon goes, a Han is always nearby, hm?” Ada commented, earning a side look from the agent.
It clicked in Leon’s head when he picked up on his girlfriend’s subtle lost but relieved look. He shook his head in disbelief, eyes lowering in expected disappointment.
“She really contacted you to get me to fall back, huh?” Leon scoffed, raising a brow at his lover.
So Ah pressed her lips in a thin line momentarily, “... Maybe.”
A faint laugh came from Ada, arm dropping in amusement as she gave Leon a knowing look, “That’s all the proof you need to put a ring on that finger.”
“Huh?” So Ah hummed, confused as hell as Leon only looked as if he was caught red-handed, “What does that mean?”
“Oh, you’re always the naive one, aren’t you?” Ada teased, flashing her a quick wink, “Suits you.”
Then she raised her Hookshot up high, pulling the trigger and the hook flew through the massive opening above. The hook clung onto one of the broken pipes and she released the trigger, allowing her body to be pulled up.
“Quick word of warning, this town will be purged soon!”
That was a quick word of warning.
Slowly, So Ah made her way towards Leon and stood next to him as she kept her eyes up to where the mercenary had just left. Not wanting to jump to conclusions and embarrass herself, she chose not to mention the ring.
“She’s one confusing woman.” So Ah commented instead, earning a huff from Leon.
“Uhuh.”
She watched him as he rechecked his rifle, feeling like she did something wrong.
Leon had grown so much in the past six years – the “job” sucking the life out of him with each mission yet he never seemed to stop. He still accepted any mission that included BOWs, having vowed to scrub the virus off the face of the Earth.
She somehow knew there was no need to convince him otherwise.
“So,” Leon broke the silence once he was done, turning to face her with an expected look, “Are you really going to be trying to take me back?”
“If I said yeah, would you?” So Ah returned the question.
“Not really.” Leon shook his head with a huff, a thin smile on his lips before it dropped as he held her arm gently.
His voice dropped to a murmur, trying to convince her and his hand trailed down to hers, “Buttercup, you’ve seen the files – you know how bad this is.”
Like Hunnigan had mentioned, So Ah doesn’t really need much convincing when it came to Leon. She clearly should’ve thought this through and not sent his own lover to pick him up. Despite his hand being gloved completely, she could still feel the tickling surges of love emitting through them.
Hunnigan was going to resent her for this.
Defeatedly, she released a sigh, unknowingly receiving a glad glint from her man.
“... At least let me come with you.”
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golden
pairing: bayley
warnings: smut, top bayley, bottom reader, strap on, oral (f receiving)
Relief washed over you when Bayley grabbed that title and held it high. Backstage beside you were Dakota and Iyo. They didn't seem as relieved as you were, like they had always expected Bayley to win. And it wasn't that you didn't think your girlfriend had it in her, but the thoughts of dealing with a moody and slighted Bayley had been slowly creeping into your mind. Bayley wouldn't ever do anything to harm you, but it would make for a long night and an even longer trip home.
Celebrations were in order, and Bayley had a small one with her girls backstage before giving you the look. She wanted you, and despite the hell that she had put her body through, she was going to get you. Bayley sent Iyo and Dakota ahead with the rental car you had driven in with from Smackdown and took you to the hotel in hers.
At the hotel, you were reminded of the complete confidence in herself that Bayley had. She had splurged and gotten a penthouse suite on the very top floor of the hotel. It had to have set her back tens of thousands of dollars, but it would make for a lovely view for the rest of the night. Bayley had already taken advantage of the large windows and little balcony, having fucked you in front of them the night you got into town on Thursday.
"Come here," Bayley said as she flopped down onto the bed. You turned away from the window to look at Bayley, a smile on your face as you saw her laying there. She had one leg partially off the bed and was spread out to take up as much room as she could. She moved to take up a little less room on the bed, sitting up on her elbows as she watched you move across the hotel room.
"How do you feel?" you asked as you moved to straddle Bayley's lap. She slowly raked her eyes along your body. The ladder match against Bianca had been hellish, but Bayley wasn't going to waste her chance with you tonight. You could feel the heat behind her stare as she took in every inch of your body that she could.
"I feel pretty damn good all things considered. I had a good fight, won my title, and pretty soon I'm gonna burying myself in the prettiest piece of ass I could find backstage," Bayley laughed. You swatted at her shoulder, but didn't stop Bayley from kissing you. She stayed beneath you as her hands explored your skin. They moved beneath your clothes, pulling each item of clothing away until it was no longer an obstacle. "Why don't you get the strap from my backpack and put it on me?"
"For tonight, whatever you want," you agreed. Bayley smirked as you got out of bed and grabbed the toy. She quickly undressed herself and then laid back for you to put the harness on her. With your face already close to her thighs, Bayley exerted little to no effort in hooking her knee around the back of your neck and trapping you between her legs.
"I'll take care of you, but first I want you to do something for me," Bayley told you. You nodded, pressing a couple of kisses to the insides of her thighs as you made your way to her center. Bayley was unsurprisingly already wet. She bit her lip as she watched your tongue peek out from between your lips. You were prepared to dive in and lap up every drop of her arousal that you could, but another part of you also wanted to tease her. Bayley would probably have your ass though if you did that, so you decided not to make her wait too long for her own pleasure.
"Mmm," you moaned at the first taste of her on your tongue. Bayley's back arched as she tried to match the movements of your tongue. She didn't want for there to be any loss of contact between your bodies. Bayley was desperate, not that you would ever tell her that. Instead, you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the taste of her on your tongue.
"Y/n, that's it. Just like that," Bayley said shakily as she pulled your head further against her own body. You weren't sure how much closer you could get, but Bayley was determined to find out. For a moment, you were afraid that she'd break your nose or something, but then Bayley was cumming and pushing your head away. Without wasting a second, she unclenched her legs from around your body and motioned for you to come to her once again.
You climbed back onto her lap and slowly sank down onto the dildo. Bayley's hands grabbed at your hips, helping to guide you up and down. You weren't sure how long it was just you bouncing up and down on Bayley's strap before she started to thrust her hips forward, but once she started you didn't want her to stop. You could tell that Bayley was obviously tired, but she was giving you everything that she could in the moment.
"You're close, aren't you?" Bayley asked as she started to feel the friction of you tightening around the toy. You nodded, biting your lip so hard that you were afraid it'd start bleeding. "That's it baby, cum for me. I want to see you coating my thighs. Make a mess, it's okay. I know you'll clean it up in the morning."
Bayley kept talking, punctuating each sentence with a particularly harsh thrust. Your grip on the sheets beside Bayley's head tightened, nearly ripping the fabric as you finally came. Bayley went from telling you how messy you were to holding you and whispering how good you had done. Everything felt sort of hazy, but Bayley was right beside you until things began to feel normal again.
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Love to Hate You ~ A Chris Evans Story ~ Epilogue
Pairing: Chris Evans/OFC Angela Wagner
Summary: Angela Wagner has been best friends with Sebastian Stan for years. Meeting in Vienna and following each other around the world has formed a bond that couldn’t be broken. No matter how much Sebastian’s other best friend, Chris Evans, tries.
A cruel comment sets the stage, and the frenemies makes sure to let each other know how much they love to hate each other.
*** this story will have situations and scenes that are not suitable for younger readers. Smut, infidelity, degradation, dirty talk and foul language are your warnings.
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A/N - The end... i hope you enjoyed my little story ~ Andy
Four Years Later
“Charlie!” Angela called from the living room of the hotel suite. “Front and center Mister!”
“I don’t wike it Mama!”
“Please baby, we are so late.”
“No!”
“Papa is wearing one sweetie. Don’t you want to be just like Papa?”
A little dark-haired boy with green eyes peeked from the bedroom. Angela smiled. Her perfect son, a duplicate of Chris. “But Mama, I don’t wike it.”
“I know baby, but can you do it for me? For Papa? It’s a big night for him.”
“Is Uncle Bastian going?”
“Yep, and Auntie Lizzy and Auntie Scarlet and Uncle Anthony and Uncle Robert.”
Charlie looked at her with a little skepticism, just like his father. “You promise Papa is going to wear one?” He pulled at the tie on his little suit.
“Listen my little boy, I promise Papa is wearing one and if you are good for me, we can play a prank on Uncle Sebastian, ok?” The little boy nodded with enthusiasm as the hotel door opened.
“Sweetheart, are you ready?” Chris called still looking at his phone. He looked up to see his wife in her cream-colored gown kneeling next to his son. “My queen, looking even more beautiful.” He helped her up.
“Stop now, Chris. I know what you are trying to do.” Angela kissed Chris softly to not ruin her lipstick. She wiped his lips. “Charlie doesn’t want to wear the tie.”
“Oh, c’mon Charlie. All the cool guys are wearing it.” He kneeled so his son could see his. “See, I’m wearing one.” Charlie smiled and wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck so he could be picked up. Three years old and he has Chris wrapped around his finger. “Are you ready my Angela?”
“Are you? Big night. Last premier.”
“I’m ready for everything to settle down. It's been a long few years with Marvel. No regrets though.” Chris looked at his wife. Never any regrets.
“Good to know.” He took her hand and led them downstairs to the waiting limo. As they rode to the premier, Chris looked back at their life after finding their way back to each other.
Chris and Angela got married in Sudbury a couple of months after getting back from London. The Evans family were eager to have Angela and Sebastian join the family. It wasn’t another three months before they announced they were pregnant.
Charles Sebastian Evans was born the day after filming for Civil War had wrapped, doing a favor to his father. He was perfect and Angela loved being surrounded around her boys. Angela was able to travel with Chris, bring Charlie with them when they could.
She didn’t stop her photography, the Invictus Games being her biggest project. And winning her a Pulitzer for the project the follow year. Chris was never prouder of her as she accepted and dedicated the prize to her inspiration, Chris.
Coming back to the red carpet, Chris stepped out first and pulled Charlie out to hold him on his hip and offered his hand to Angela. The family smiled as photos were taken. Angela held Charlie’s hand as Chris did interviews.
“Hey Duck!” Sebastian swept her into a hug. He bent down to pick up Charlie. “My duckling! How are you, Charlie?”
“Can I take off my tie yet Uncle Bastian?”
Sebastian laughed. “Not yet. See I got one too.” He kissed his head. “How are you Duck?”
“Tired. But happy for everyone. Big night.”
Sebastian inspected her. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m fine Rață. Go, get interviewed. I’m taking this one for a snack.” Angela headed towards the theater where the rest of Chris’s family was waiting. Scott picked up Charlie for her as they waited for Chris. Once inside, Sebastian handed a glass of champagne to Angela. “No thanks.”
“You, declining a drink? Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Funny Rață. I’m fine. I just want to be clear headed for Charlie.” Angela looked away.
“Oh no. You’re lying. Out with it.” Sebastian crossed his arms.
Chris saw his posture and rushed over. “Angie?”
“He caught me lying.”
“About the thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, what thing? What’s going on?” Sebastian had a panicked look. “Angela, are you ok? Do I need to kill Chris?”
Angela giggled. “You can’t murder the father of my children Sebastian.”
“No but if he… Children?” Sebastian’s eyes got big. “You’re pregnant?” he whispered.
Chris smiled and kissed her cheek. “With twins.”
“Oh sh-” he was cut off by Angela covering his mouth.
“Not everyone knows. Well. Lisa knows but its still early.” Angela let go. “You’ll be there, right?”
“Forever and ever. I’m so excited. How far?”
“10 weeks.” Angela sparkled. “Scared but still a secret.”
The night moved on and Chris and Angela found themselves back on the dance floor just like before. “You happy my queen?”
“Always, my king. Always.” Angela leaned on him. “You okay?”
“Thought I would be more emotional but I’m ok.”
“You’ll always be my Captain Asshat,” she giggled. “Love you.”
“And you’ll always be my Ice Queen. Love you.”
The End.
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