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endlessthxxghts · 8 months

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What You Need

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈6.3k

Summary: You come home from a horribly stressful day at University to everything in your family home a complete mess only for you to take care of. Joel helps you and gives you exactly what you need.

Warnings: SUUUPER self indulgent (sorry guys - it makes for a good plot tho, so i’m not all that sorry <3). no use of “y/n”, age gap (22/42), LATINO JOEL MILLER (idc what anyone says, he needs a warning), established relationship, no physical descriptions of reader, pet names (darlin’, sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, etc.), reader “takes care of everyone but who takes care of her” plot, more porn than plot lol, [SMUT 18+ MDNI] daddy kink, sir kink, heavy on the D/s dynamic (reader falls into subspace), cockwarming, unprotected piv (don’t be like these 2 idiots), breeding kink, cum eating, creampie, finger fucking, finger sucking (briefly), choking, hair pulling, brief thoughts about anal, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickeys/marking kink, squirting!, toy use, fluffy ending… i think that’s it?? (dear lord pls forgive me, for i have sinned) if i missed anything, lmk pls!

Quick lil author’s note (see bottom for extended a/n): In all honesty, I wanna dedicate this (nasty) little one shot to @javierpena-inatacvest because if it wasn’t for our interactions as of late plus reading your “It’s Never Too Late” fic, I never would’ve said fuck it and just start writing with the intention of potentially showing it to the world. Thank you for inspiring me. You’re amazing & I literally love u so so much. You deserve phenomenal head all the love in the world for everything you do <3.

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It was a long day at university today, as per usual, but something about today completely drained you.

You went to bed past midnight last night because you were busy finishing up a paper, only to get up at 7am the next morning to spend the next 13 hours juggling between classes, assignments, and studying in your “free” time. By the time you were ready to head back home, you were on your very last thread, begging to snap. You also completely spaced on nourishing your body today, the only thing running through it being water and coffee — lots of coffee.

That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that the minute you entered your family home, the entire house was an absolute mess, your pets weren’t given their food yet, and no dinner was made. And just like every other day since you grew into an acceptable height to reach the kitchen stove, you took care of it. All of it.

You were so grateful to your family for allowing you to stay at home during your undergraduate years. It makes your in-state tuition even cheaper, and you get the comfort of your own bed. You knew not many people could rely on their parents and family like this, so you don’t want to sound selfish when you think about how you really wish you had your own place right about now.

It’s been an hour and a half since you've been home, and you’re barely finishing up getting the food for your dogs when your phone dings in your back pocket.

Didn’t text me when you got home, baby. Everything okay?

It was from Joel. The neighbor directly across from you, and a quickly growing family friend of yours. Your heart both saddens at the fact that you forgot your unspoken ritual, but it swells at the way he can read you.

It all began at a small family party last year. You were 21 at the time, and for some reason you could not take your eyes off of your neighbor — who was 20 years your senior. It was always just shared glances or you bringing baked goods from your stress-baking endeavors, but at that party, there was a good period of time where your entire family went outside to the bonfire in the backyard to drink until their hearts gave out, leaving you with the dishes and a trashed house to clean. Joel noticed this, how much they relied on you. Whether it was coming over for a beer with your brothers or your father, or to fix an appliance for your older sister, they always walked all over you — when you did absolutely everything for them. So, he took matters into his own hands and went inside to help you clean up.

You insisted he didn’t need to, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. So, there, you two worked, harmoniously, straightening up your home in half the time it would normally take you by yourself. The second you completed the last task, you reached for the remote and plopped yourself on the couch, half expecting Joel to go back outside with your family. Except, he plopped himself on the couch right next to you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, “What are we watchin’, darlin’?”

“You know you could’ve stayed outside with everyone else, Miller,” you say as you turn your body to him with an eyebrow quirked up. He matches your expression, “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

You break into a breathy little giggle, satisfied with his comeback, and you turn on the TV. With your family completely occupied outside, it was easy for either of you to make a move. And although Joel had been planning to for the last few months before this party, you took matters into your own hands and lifted his arm closest to you, tucked yourself into his side and pulled his arm back around your body. He looked down at you, smirking at your boldness while your eyes remained fixed on the movie before you.

The next few hours of the night were filled with secret caresses and stolen kisses, and you have never felt more loved and appreciated in your life. From then on, you’ve been absolutely smitten with him, and he with you.

Instead of replying, you dial him instead. Not even a third ring goes by before he answers, “Baby.”

“Oh my god, hi, baby, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. The minute I got home, the house was a mess, the dogs weren’t fed yet, dinner wasn’t even cooked, and I-”

“Mi amor,” he says with a deep breath, implicitly telling you to take one, “it’s okay, baby. I don’t wanna hear sorry from you. I’m sorry everythin’ is a mess, baby. Can I help? Need me to come over?”

Your rapid heart rate immediately starts to slow at how calming, ready and willing he is to give you anything you need. Your family would go absolutely insane if Joel just showed up right now with the sole intention of helping you take care of the home and yourself, but you don’t mention that. “No, baby, I promise I’m okay. I just need to relax. I need-” you pause for a moment to take another breath because you feel your body going panicky again. “I need…honestly, I just need you.”

After the shitty day you’ve had today, having to take control of every single thing, honestly all you really want, and need, right now is for your control to be taken away. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to decide, and you don’t even want to figure out your dinner even though you haven’t eaten all day.

He pauses for a moment, hearing the slight whine at your last statement. And just like that, Joel is at your rescue. “You need me, huh, babygirl?”

“Mhm, please.”

“Cross the street, darlin’, right now,” and he hangs up the phone.

You bolt out of your seat, and sprint straight to the front door, quickly locking it. You think to say something on the Ring camera, letting your family know you’ll be back, but you know they won’t even think twice at your absence. You already cleaned the house and took care of the animals they begged for but don’t care for — why else would they look for you?

Just in case they do check the cameras, however, you immediately veer to the left side of your driveway into the blind spots of your front door.

Within seconds, you’re at his door about to knock, but he’s already opening the door, whispering a soft hi followed by your name, and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pulls you away for a second, assessing your face, assessing your needs. He sees your brows pulled together, eyes glossed over, and a pout beginning to form. You don’t need soft and comforting. You need stern, dominating control. You need nothing but pure bliss, and he’s going to give that to you. But first:

“Safe words. Repeat em’.”

“Red for hard stop, yellow if I’m starting to get uncomfortable, and green to keep going.”

“That’s my girl,” he says and finally pulls you in for that rough, all-consuming kiss you’ve been craving. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and obviously he wins. His hands are roughly sliding down to the underside of your asscheeks, tightly pulling you into his hardening bulge. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, but pause for a moment because he never gave you permission to. He senses that, and pulls back for just a moment. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Go ‘head, baby, touch me.”

You immediately bring your arms back up to grab ahold of him but too riled up in how he’s making you feel, you don’t notice the huge grumble your empty tummy makes. He pulls both your wrists back from his neck and puts an insufferable amount of space between you two.

He says your name, filled with both concern and slight anger. “When was the last time you ate?”

Silence.

He lets go of your wrist and grabs your chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m not askin’ again, baby.”

“Y-yesterday night,” you stumble out.

“I’m not givin’ you a heavy meal ‘cause that’ll just upset your stomach, but I am fixin’ you somethin’. Go upstairs, change into the clothes on the bed, come back down and position yourself on the ottoman, like I taught ya last week, hm?”

Too enamored by his roughly smooth voice, all you can muster up is a nod. His eyebrow barely shifts, but that’s all a warning you need. “Yes, sir.”

Padding up into his room, already feeling your insides start to float, you reach the edge of his bed to see a pair of black cheeky boxers, and a thin, fitted black tee. You quickly strip off everything you arrived here in and slip on the garments he gave you. Wasting no time, you head back down in a bee line to the ottoman.

Like I taught ya last week, hm?

His words echo in your mind as you begin to recall last week’s endeavors.

You were straddling his lap for a while now, slowly swallowing each other’s moans and making every part of each other’s body ingrained into your memories. Until suddenly he pulls back, eyes dead set with intention. “You trust me, baby?”

“Always, Joel,” you say back with as stern a voice as possible, confused as to why he’d ask such a thing. “Can I teach you somethin’, then, darlin’?”

You pull him into one more kiss before you breathily tell him yes and pull yourself off his lap to stand before him, fully at his disposal.

He stands up, and without any verbal indications, he’s grabbing onto you and molding your body onto the ottoman in a position that begins to drift you off into subspace. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you're sitting on your knees with your legs tucked under you, or if it’s the slow drag of his hands caressing your inner thighs, pulling them farther apart from each other. Or maybe it’s the way he softly places your hands, palms up, atop of your thighs. Whatever the hell it is, you absolutely fucking love it.

He feels you melting into every little touch he makes and he notes every little moment you slip further and further into your space. “Doin’ okay, my sweet girl?” he asks, voice dark and sweet.

All you can pull out of yourself is a pathetic little whine and a head nod.

“This is position number one. Remember it. We’ll learn more later, but this’ll do just fine for a while, baby.”

And with that, he kisses you ever so softly but with such a dominating, addictive energy that you feel yourself try to push up into him, and immediately he pulls away.

“Sweet girl, Imma let it slide this time, but you do not move from this position unless given permission. Ya hear?”

You return to your original position and assure him how good you’ll be, “Won’t happen again, daddy, I promise.”

His jaw clenches at the honorific; that’s your number one tell that signifies you’ve completely submitted and fallen into subspace. He had originally planned on giving you what you asked for two days ago — “Please, Joel, I need you to fuck me, hard.” — but seeing you all docile and ready for him just makes him want to absolutely praise you in the most beautiful ways possible.

So that’s what he did. For hours. An hour of bending you over the ottoman to eat your pussy like a man who had all the time in the world, an hour of fingering orgasm after orgasm out of you while his mouth switched between licking and marking your tits, and a few hours after that just slowly fucking you into his mattress, caressing and loving on every single part of your body he could reach.

Let’s just say, your family didn’t see you for the rest of that day or the next, and you did not care one fucking bit.

You shuffle onto the ottoman, your form now perfected after secretly practicing each night to increase your endurance of staying in such a position for however long Joel needed you to.

You wait for about five more minutes before he comes back with a platter of all of your favorite fruits — strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple — and sits on the cushioned seat right in front of you. He melts at how good you sit for him, immediately disregarding his original plan and wanting you as close to him as possible.

“My good, beautiful girl,” he says softly, in a way that you’re not sure if it was even meant for you to hear, but you still melt nonetheless. “Come,” he says as he pats his lap while setting the plate off to the table beside him.

You shoot up like a lightning bolt, too excited at the thought of being able to feel him again, but before you can climb up, he grabs your hips, stopping you for a second. He slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear and slowly slides them completely off of you, setting them neatly on the ottoman behind you. He slowly reaches for his belt, then slides it off, letting it fall somewhere on the ground. You stand completely still, patiently waiting for whatever he’s going to give you, although your pussy is proving anything but patient.

He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans and signals for you to come up. “Take me out, cariño.”

You climb up on his thighs, not fully straddling him to give yourself some room to tug his jeans and boxers down enough to pull him free. You pull him free with a small moan escaping your lips, wanting to dart your tongue out and lick his angry tip, but he didn’t give his permission for that. So, you begrudgingly let him go, and wait for what comes next.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he states nonchalantly as if his dick isn’t absolutely begging for you to reach out and grab it. “You’re gonna sit on my cock, keep me nice and warm. Without moving. Only until you’ve eaten all the fruit on this plate will I think about what’s gonna happen next. Got it?”

Your voice trembles, “Y-yes, sir.”

He nods his head, while bringing his hand up to your mouth, signaling for you to let your drool fall. You scoot closer and lift your hips up while he pumps himself a few times to completely cover himself in your spit. With how much your cunt is dripping, you knew his lewd act was for his benefit and his only.

The second his tip catches at your entrance, you can’t control the high-pitch whine that falls from your mouth, and he can’t stop himself from gripping your hips with a bruising force in an attempt to keep from mercilessly pounding up into you right here.

“So f-fucking full,” you breath out as you sink lower and lower, to which he nearly growls with a strained, “So fucking tight.”

You finally bottom out, and you both take a moment to breathe and settle any impulsive thoughts of forgetting the purpose of tonight’s scene. You shift a little to adjust to settle your legs more comfortably at his sides, while he leans over to bring your plate of fruit closer. Both your actions together make you hiss in desperation.

“Color, baby?”

“Green, sir, green,” you promise him.

He smiles, genuine and bright, before his face goes dark and smug again. He picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers. “Open.”

You lean in and take the sweet fruit from his fingers, making sure to lick any residual of the pineapple’s sweet juices. This goes on until you’ve finished every last piece he cut for you. Towards the last few pieces, your pussy was absolutely drenching his cock with your slick, both your thighs and his soaked. He could feel every pulse and every flutter, and no matter how patient he usually was, something in the air tonight was testing every ounce of his strength.

He sets the plate aside and licks a mix of fruit juices and your spit clean off his fingers. You watch him, completely entranced by the way his tongue wraps around his thick fingers, and you can’t help but feel such an aching need to throw yourself at him.

So you do. And to your surprise, he allows it. You pull both his arms to wrap around your middle and you push yourself into him for a searing kiss, whimpering for him to slip you his tongue. He indulges, and you immediately begin grinding your hips down onto his cock. He growls and wraps his arms tighter around you, adding more pressure into your grind, forcing you to break the kiss to regain your breath. “Fuck, baby. Such an impatient little one, aren’t ya?” He rasps out.

Your hips move faster at his words, trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but you can’t. He notices your effort. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby, hm?”

And with that — with the notion that he’ll take care of you with anything you need — you completely fall. “Y- yes,” you moan out, “Da- fuck- daddy’s got me.”

Ah, there she is. Daddy’s girl. His back straightens so he’s towering over you more. He grabs your jaw tightly while you continue to pleasure yourself on his dick, forcing you to hold his stare. “Oh, sweet girl, daddy’s always gonna give ya what ya need. Promise, baby. Now be the good little girl I know you are and cum for me.”

You can feel him meet every movement of your hips, coaxing your high out of you faster than you realize. The wet, squelch your pussy makes every time you suck him in is enough to make him release his load, but he won’t. Not until you’ve came more times than ever before, not until you’re left completely fucked dumb.

He snakes his hand down to the front, reaching for your clit, using his thumb to make mind-numbing, calculated circles. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back, and he brings his other free hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer into him. He ravishes your neck all over, sucking and biting all your weak spots, your pulse points, only to run his tongue over it in soothing motions, getting even more worked up at the marks that’ll form tomorrow. Then, he rips your shirt right in half, letting it fall to the ground. So much for makin’ you change, he thinks. He brings his mouth lower and lower, sucking one of your nipples in between his teeth, throwing you over the edge.

Your vision goes white, your entire body goes rigid, and your pussy uncontrollably flutters around his dick as he peppers your neck and chest with more kisses while you come back down.

Your body is now soft and pliant, fully ready for whatever more Joel is going to give you. Your head is still high up in the clouds, and it will be for a while, but he always knows how to take care of you. You feel him slowly lift you off his dick and you hear him groan as he looks down.

“God fucking damn, doll, look at you all over me. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

Your face heats up immediately, “I- I’m sorry, daddy, I-”

He grabs your jaw again and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He pulls away bringing your bottom lip with him until he lets go, letting it fall back into place, now wet with his spit. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize for that. You made daddy so proud, baby. So much so that you’re gonna do it again for me,” he says as he squeezes your ass cheek.

You squeak out a gasp and a breathy please. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom with you still wrapped around him like a koala.

Immediately he throws you on the bed, and before you’re able to scramble up towards the pillows, he’s already pushing you up by the thighs and kneeling between your spread legs.

He releases one thigh for a quick second and holds his hand out, “Pillow, baby.” It takes your blissed mind one moment to register, but as soon as it does, you don’t waste a second, grabbing the pillow next to your head and eagerly handing it to him. He takes the pillow and taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to lift up. He secures the pillow under your hips then brings both his large hands back to the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up so you’re nearly folded in half, giving him complete access to your dripping heat.

If there’s one thing about Joel Miller, it’s that he loves to make a fucking mess. You thought your first sensation would be one flat lick up your cunt, but instead you feel warmth. Wet and warm and everywhere, and finally you realize, he let his mouth fill with spit only to absolutely drench you with it. Once he’s satisfied with his mess only then does he dive into you like a man starved. Licking and pushing into your slit while the tip of his nose rubs against your clit has you climaxing in an instant, your back arching and your hips lifting as much as they can with the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you in place.

He lets one hand slowly slide off your thigh and up your belly until he reaches one of your tits, switching between grabbing your entire breast and pinching your nipple. He continues to lick at you and circle your clit with his tongue until you’re a complete whining mess from the overstimulation. “Daddy, please,” you moan.

He lifts his head, eyes as black as ever, “I’ve got you, princess, you can take it.” He reluctantly breaks away from your cunt and kisses his way up your body, taking his time with sloppy, open mouthed kisses near your hip bone and your sternum, knowing those areas drive you crazy the most. He makes sure to bite a little extra hard in some areas on his journey up, knowing you love to admire all the marks and bruises he makes on you.

He sucks another bruise right underneath your jaw, making you push up into him more, while his hands continue to wander and grasp every part of your body that he can. Finally he reaches your mouth and gives you a sweet, long kiss to your mouth, distracting you enough that you don’t see him reach for the vibrator in the nightstand beside the bed. You feel him slide his hand back down your body, but you still don’t realize the vibrator’s presence until you feel the buzz directly on your clit.

Out of pure reaction, your hand flies to the nape of his neck and tugs sharply, all while obscenities fall pathetically from your mouth, “Oh- f-fuck, daddy, yes! J-just like that, please, please don’t stop…” The quick-paced, blinding pleasure builds so fast it cuts off your dirty mouth and reduces you down to moans and gasps and whines of daddy, daddy, daddy.

He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding in with so much ease with how wet you are from a combination of your cream and his spit, all while he uses his other hand to push the vibrator into your bundle of nerves.

You don’t know whether it has been one minute or one hour of this, but all you know is that you’ve got sweat lining your forehead, beading down your body, and you absolutely can’t take the buzzing pleasure with the constant come-here motion with his fingers anymore, you have to let go. Although this time, it feels different than the rest of the times Joel has made you cum. This time… this time it feels like- you have to pee?

Immediately you start to panic and try to break away from his hold, unable to allow yourself to fucking pee all over him. “Daddy, wait! Please stop.. it- it feels different, like I.. I think I’m gonna pee..” you gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts while he continues his torture on your cunt.

His eyes go wide and it immediately registers for him, “Fuck, baby, don’t worry about that, just let go. Come on, daddy’s got you. You trust me?”

You hesitate for a moment, but still, you know the answer, “Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good, my princess. Cum for me, fuckin’ soak me. I told you I wanted another fuckin’ mess,” he demands and fucks you even harder with his fingers and increases the pressure of the vibrator.

You all but scream, definitely sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t give a fuck with the fireworks erupting behind your eyes and all throughout your body. Your body is still convulsing and you’re sure you’ve gone unconscious for a moment, but what brings you back to the Earth is the feeling of a warm, flat tongue licking you all over, cleaning you up. Then another sensation hits you: your bottom half is completely fucking drenched. You muster up all the strength you can to open your eyes and look down to see what’s going on.

You see your big, broad man licking you up so sweetly, but from his mouth down he is also absolutely soaked, down to the collar of his dark green shirt he was wearing.

Holy fuck. You fucking squirted. That was new. And with Joel’s reaction to it, you’re definitely sure that’s not gonna be the last time he pulls that out of you.

He doesn’t realize you’re up again until you’re softly calling his attention back up to you and not your pussy. He makes eye contact with you, and his eyes fucking sparkle. Yeah, there’s no way this was a one time kind of thing. He sits back up on his haunches and strips himself of his shirt. He never pulled his jeans back up from when you used him to get off in the living room, so his dick has been patiently waiting for attention since your last two orgasms.

He strips himself completely at the bottom half, too, leaving you with a perfect view of his toned chest, softer middle, and bulging arms and shoulders. Your cunt, all used and abused, fucking clenches on nothing at the naked sight of him. Of course, he fucking notices.

“Oh, my poor baby. She’s just fuckin’ beggin’ to be filled, huh?” His southern drawl always intensifies whenever he gets spurred on like this. And, fuck, if it doesn’t make you fold more than you already do.

You whine at his words and spread your legs even wider for him to see what’s rightfully his.

“Just beggin’ to get pumped full of my fuckin’ cum, huh, princess? Is that what she wants? That what my babygirl wants?”

“Please, daddy! Yes, that’s what I- what I need, daddy… need you ins- fuck- need you inside, daddy,” you ramble out, already fucked stupid but still begging for more. He situates himself on top of you, stopping your begging with a harsh kiss that leaves your already swollen lips throbbing. “Shhh, I’m gonna give you what you need, darlin’,” and he kisses you one more time as he begins to notch his tip at your entrance.

He hooks his arm underneath your knee, hiking your one leg up higher to open you completely. You feel him start to push in deeper, and neither of you can help the initial gasp of how good it feels to be consumed by one another. He leans down again to kiss you, unable to get enough of your lips on his, and you bring your hand back up to the back of his head, keeping him close to you, feeling the exact same way.

He completely bottoms out into you then, his breathing labored and you, a whimpering mess. No matter how many times you two have fucked, his sheer size always makes you feel like it’s the first time. He stays still to let you get used to the feeling again. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing and consuming each other’s breaths and moans while he gives you rhythmic little grinds to stimulate your clit. Your pussy is sobbing at this point, enough wetness has accumulated that he’s able to slide right out until just the tip is in you and he pushes right back in, hard.

He fucks you hard, maintaining this rhythm for a while, completely consumed by the way you wrap around him so perfectly. What started off as one leg hiked up around him turned into a complete mating press, giving you the maximum sensation of his length and girth pumping in and out of you. He always gets so foul-mouthed whenever you two end up in this position, not that you’d ever complain because you love hearing that rough, sexy Southern drawl utter absolute filth that only your ears will ever get to hear.

“Fuck, darlin’, it’s like she was fuckin’ made for me. Wrapped around my cock, so fucking tight and warm. I could spend fuckin’ forever here wrapped up in your tight fuckin’ cunt,” he groans.

“All for you, daddy, always,” you respond, purposefully squeezing your pussy tight in time with your words. That drives him absolutely fucking crazy that he pulls his arm upwards in between your legs that are resting on his torso and brings his hand up to wrap around your throat. “Say it again,” he growls, “tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to, baby.” He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, creating an even lighter sensation in your head coupled with the submissive daze you’ve been in since you got here.

“F-fuck, d-daddy- shit,” you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels wrapped around your neck while balls deep inside of you.

“Darlin’ girl,” he warns, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

You sob out, willing your body to respond to him, willing your body to obey, “Th- this pussy belongs t- to-“ you take a breath, “to you, daddy, only you. Forever.”

He releases your throat and pulls your legs down from the mating press, wrapping them around his waist instead. He places one hand at the back of your head and the other on the headboard, then kisses you furiously before breaking away, “God damn f-fuckin’ right, princess. All fuckin’ mine to do whatever I fuckin’ want.” And with that, he’s slamming into you, his hand on the headboard in a (wasted) attempt to save the wall from the constant banging.

“Touch that pretty little clit, princess,” he breathes out, chasing his own release now with the sole intention of marking you with his seed. One hand still on his neck, the other snakes down to rub your clit in fast, messy circles, your body begging to cum for a fourth time tonight. “Daddy,” you whine out again, the honorific clearly being your only vocabulary for tonight.

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos, “Cum for me, mama, and I’ll fill you up right fuckin’ now,” he sucks on your bottom lip, “You want that, baby? To be pumped full of me?” He knows your answer, yet he still asks anyway knowing how much his words affect you.

“Please, God, yes, fill me up… I need your cum so fucking badly, I need to feel you, please,” you beg, only spurring him on more.

With both of your mouths spilling such dirty words, his lips anywhere they can reach with the combination of you playing with your clit and him pounding into you, your body enters the astral plane yet again for the fourth time tonight. Though, this time, you force your body to come back down, so you can feel his warmth spill into you.

It only takes but a few more thrusts after you climax for him to follow suit, roaring out as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into you, overflowing and dripping out of your sore cunt. He slowly pulls out, labored breathing, sits back up and just watches. Watches as your pussy clenches to keep him locked inside of you, watches as his load drips down your folds over your tight, little asshole. Another day, he thinks to himself with a smirk.

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until his fingers are engrossed in the thick combination of your releases. You moan out at the sensitivity of your pussy, but Joel doesn’t care. He slips his middle and ring finger in, feeling just how much he filled you up. And before you know it, he’s pumping in and out of you yet again, his eyes completely focused on your glistening sex, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you fluttering for another fucking release.

“Ahh,” you hiss, not knowing whether you want him to stop or keep going. He uses his other hand to rub on your clit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, you want him to keep going. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum again,” you say as you scramble to get ahold of the bedsheets.

Joel’s gaze breaks away from your cunt to look at you, he smirks like the devil, “Oh, yeah, honey? Gonna give me another one? Come on, baby, I know you have it in you,” he slips a third finger inside. You whine at the stretch. “One more mess, baby, and then I’ll take care of you, I gotcha,” he says for comfort.

You’re nearing the point where you guys usually begin to transition into aftercare, and he knows. He always knows. But he also knows that today you need a little extra push, so he gives it to you.

The thrusts of his fingers don’t come to a stop, but they exponentially slow. “Give me a color, mi amor,” he softly encourages. Even with your erratic breathing, you’re able to force out, “Oh my god, daddy, green, green, green, please go faster, just like before, please-”

He quickly leans forward and stops your blabbering with a chaste kiss and chuckles when he pulls back, “My god, I love you so much, princess.” Then his fingers pick back up to the speed you were so desperately loving before, his and your cum leaking out all over the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, daddy, I love you so fucking much, fuck, thank you, thank you,” you cry out. A few more pumps and a few more circles to your clit and you’re cumming for the fifth (and final) time tonight. Joel groans at the way you finish on his fingers, and it’s his mouth that blabbers out this time.

“Shit, baby, yes, soak my fuckin’ fingers, let me feel you, fuck-” He’s so enthralled at the sight before him, he doesn’t hear you pleading for him to stop pushing in and out until the honorific fades, “Baby, baby, baby,” you frantically breathe.

He makes eye contact with you again and realizes how caught up he was in you. “Oh, darlin’, shit, I’m sorry, mi amor. What’s your color, baby? Fuck, I’m sorry-”

It’s you this time who forces your entire wobbly body to push up and meet him in a bruising kiss. “Stop, daddy,” you say with a lilt in your tone, signaling to Joel that you’re back from subspace. You smirk, “My color is green, cowboy, but I really need you to run me a warm bath now because I can’t move a single muscle with how you had me, baby,” and pull him in once more for another kiss.

His smugness returns and he pushes you back down on his bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses, forcing sweet out-of-breath giggles from you. “That, I can do, baby. May I join you?”

Your face completely softens, your stresses and worries from the last 24 hours completely nonexistent. “I’d be mad if you didn’t, Miller.”

The next hour and a half — or until the bath water becomes tepid — is spent with him cherishing your body, washing you with your lavender, oat milk body wash you love so much, ultimately just helping you softly come down from your oxytocin high.

You’ve never felt more loved, appreciated, or taken care of in your life. He always makes sure your come down is smooth and unnoticeable as you fall from a blissed state of mind to one of pure love and adoration. As long as you have him in your life, you truly believe you have all of what you need.

As he’s drying your body up and slipping you into one of his t-shirts, your stomach growls… loudly.

“Darlin’...”

You pull away from his grasp, jokingly rolling your eyes while smirking, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Come on. Gotta fill me up again, don’tcha, cowboy?”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out followed by your name, “Tryna put me in an early fuckin’ grave or what?”

Author’s note - extended: Hi guys! I birthed this little one shot on a Friday night while sippin’ on a glass of whiskey and stressing about the stressful entire week I just had. This isn’t my first time writing, in general, but this is my first time writing with the intention of truly producing a story out of it.. this is also my first story I’m posting, so I’m very nervous. Even if just one other person reads this and enjoys it, that’s all that matters to me <3 I also wanna give a quick thank you to my bestie, who’s an AVID smut reader, for proofreading this. She said, and I quote, “gotta change my panties” and “she’s growling” after reading this LMAOO. So, thank you for that, bestie. I love you with my whole heart.

As with any fic, reblog and comments are very much appreciated!! All feedback is appreciated, too!!! Please do let me know how you liked this, and if there's anything specific I could work to improve, I'd love to know! I hope I did okay for my first actual attempt at smut.

Much love to everyone! <3

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lonely-cowboy · 4 months

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HEY HEY CAN I REQUEST ANYTHING FLUFFY W CONNOR X FEM READER

YOU WORK IS SO GOODDD

MY DARLINGS FORGIVE ME

requests started coming in hot right as i started my midterms so pls forgive me for taking so long to get through my requests (which i'm loving btw i'm so excited to get to all of them)

with that being said i'll stop yapping and let you read in peace

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framed

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: you're very confused when you find a photograph of yourself on connor's desk.

word count: 1k

warnings: none

author's note: i said i'm done yapping and i mean it i have nothing to say. (except i do wanna say this was inspired by the person that said my connor was very you are in love coded bc that made me happy and got me thinking)

masterlist ⟡ requests

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“What do androids do in their free time, anyway?”

“Plot against humanity? I dunno.”

Hank’s laugh came out in a quiet huff, one that indicated he didn’t think your answer was too far from the truth.

You had come into the precinct hoping to interview Hank and Connor on their latest investigation surrounding a human cult determined to wipe out every single android. As head journalist for the Detroit Free Press, you were desperate to get word before everyone else. And as Connor’s friend, you were sure you could sweet-talk it out of him.

But when you got to the precinct, Connor was, strangely, nowhere to be found. Usually, he trailed behind Hank like a lost puppy, but not even Hank knew of Connor’s whereabouts. His unusual absence only led to conversations about what the hell an android could be doing on his lonesome. Neither of you had any clue.

“Have a seat, kid,” Hank offered, nudging his chin over to Connor’s desk. “You know he’d feel bad if you were standin’ around waiting for him.”

Rounding the table, you took a seat in Connor’s chair. You sat stiffly with your hands atop your thighs, the exact same way Connor would. The realization made you chuckle softly to yourself. Even when he wasn’t here, his presence always made itself known in the subtlest of ways.

Your eyes wandered across Connor’s desk, noticing that it was relatively barren. Hank’s desk was littered with mementos– old donut boxes, Detroit Gears merchandise, anti-android propaganda that he’d crumpled up and intended to trash. But Connor’s desk was plain and organized. A single blue pen sat exactly parallel to his recent case file that had been neatly folded. On top of his case file was a quarter like the one he always fidgeted with. You wondered idly how many quarters he had lying around, having never seen him without one. But the only belonging of actual interest was a picture frame right beside his terminal.

Your brows furrowed as your gaze latched onto the photograph. You were staring directly at a picture of yourself.

Believing it to be a trick of the light, you reached for the picture frame and brought it closer. Sure enough, it was you.

You stared at a version of yourself who was mid-laugh. You could almost hear your own laughter ringing in your ears. It was that genuine kind of laughter, you knew. The kind that was an obnoxious cackle you always wanted to hide. Why on earth would Connor have a picture like that framed?

Come to think of it, where did Connor even get this picture? You didn’t recognize it at all. You couldn’t even place where it was taken. There were zero clues in the photograph as you were the only focus. Nothing else, just you.

You were about to ask Hank about it when a voice over your shoulder startled you, “I really like that picture.”

An inhuman yelp escaped your lips as you spun around in Connor’s chair. You found him looking down at you with a pleasant smile, not even remotely embarrassed to be caught having a photo of you.

“Why… what even… what?” you stammered.

Connor cocked his head curiously, waiting for you to get your words out. But you couldn’t. You were so utterly confused that your brain couldn’t remember a single word in existence. You just stared at Connor with a gaping mouth, holding the picture up for his viewing pleasure.

When you didn’t say anything, Connor’s eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before easing. An endearing habit of his that made your heart flutter. He definitely was not helping you find the right words.

“I’d like to clear your confusion as best I can, but… I’m afraid I don’t understand its cause,” Connor said gently.

From behind, you heard Hank’s quiet snort. He wasn’t helping either.

“Well… Connor,” you started slowly like you were gradually putting the puzzle pieces together. No matter how hard you tried, the pieces weren’t fitting. “Why do you have a picture of me?”

The corners of his lips raised into a small grin, his hands moving to clasp in front of him. You knew this stance to mean he was about to tell a story.

“I asked Lieutenant Anderson about the keepsakes on his desk. I was curious as to why these particular items were objects of significance and what classified them as such,” Connor explained cheerfully. “As I recall, he said ‘I don’t know, they’re just alright, I guess.’ Perhaps my interpretation was incorrect, but I took that to mean those items made him happy.”

Connor’s smile widened slightly. That meant he was finished. He didn’t clear any of your confusion.

“Okay…?” you prompted.

“I wanted to do something similar. I thought it could help me accommodate to deviancy, so I decided to surround myself with things that make me happy.”

Your mouth clamped shut as your confused look turned to one of shock. You were almost sure you hadn’t heard him right, but another laugh (hidden behind a cough) from Hank made you confident that you had.

“I… make you happy?” you clarified.

“Yes,” Connor answered curtly. There was another long pause as you waited for Connor to continue. He seemed to get the hint by now, elaborating further. “I always enjoy your company. I look forward to seeing you when we have scheduled plans. This wasn’t a scheduled visit, so I was pleased to see you were here. It made me smile. Seeing you makes me smile.”

With all his talk of smiling, you couldn’t help cracking one of your own. Seeing your smile made Connor brighten.

“Like that,” he said. “If I could photograph and frame you right now, I would.”

You were so giddy with affection that you couldn’t help but laugh. You had never known Connor to be so poetic with his words.

“You know, Connor,” you said with careless laughter. “I came here to sweet-talk you into an interview for the Press. But here you are sweet-talking me.”

Connor looked pleased with himself, standing a little straighter. “I hope that made you smile.”

“It certainly did.”

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

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rinslutz · 10 months

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Can i order uuuhhh a dose of second chance romance with satoru? You broke up with him because his ass cheated but now that you guys are starting over, you can't help but still doubt his efforts. (having massive trust issues) but he of course promised to do whatever it takes to gain your trust again. Lots of reassurance pls. We love a devoted Satoru ☹️🤞

ᥫ᭡ “AFRAID” — GOJO SATORU

ㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ fem!reader, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, mentions of cheating, gojo pleads on his knees, gojo is pathetic, reassuances

a/n: anon…you awoken something in me. this is much longer than i wanted it to be and its a bit more than you asked for, sorry.

2 weeks 4 days 15 hours 56 minutes 12 seconds. that’s how long it’s been since satoru last saw you. he wishes he hasn’t been keeping track of the time but it’s the only thing keeping him from succumbing to his sadness. he hates himself for being sad. he doesn’t deserve to feel sad. all of this is his fault.

satoru has been wallowing in his self pity for the past 2 weeks. if he didn’t have a class to teach, he’s sure he would never move from his bed. school and home. those are the only two places you’ll find satoru. so when suguru notices that he hasn’t seen his loser best friend in 2 weeks he “kidnaps” him as satoru claims.

“have you even tried talking to her?” suguru asks nonchalantly. satoru’s nose crinkles in annoyance. why would he ask such a stupid question?

“she doesn’t want to speak to me.” satoru says dryly. this conversation is already starting to frustrate him. he runs his hands down his face.

“did you try though?” satoru is convinced that suguru’s only goal right now is to annoy him. if he wanted to talk about his failing relationship with him, he would’ve called him weeks ago.

satoru sighs obnoxiously, “of course i haven’t. she probably doesn’t want me within 10 feet of her. she hates me.” saying that aloud for the first time makes his eyes burn with tears. he rubs them furiously, not wanting to cry in front of suguru.

“so,” suguru pauses to chew the chips he’s been snacking on the whole time. “you mean to tell me you cheated on your girl, she kicked your ass out, and you’re not begging on your knees for forgiveness right now?” suguru’s statement and the crinkling of his bag of chips send satoru’s annoyance into overdrive. he snatches the bag from suguru’s hands, balls it up, and throws it into a nearby trash can.

“hey, don’t get pissy with me because i’m right.” suguru holds his hands up in defense.

satoru doesn’t reply. he is right though. satoru has convinced himself that he should try to speak to you because you wouldn’t want to hear it anyway. in reality, he’s afraid. afraid to face you. afraid to get confirmation that he has lost you forever. but if there’s even a slight chance that begging on his knees would work, he would do it immediately.

you hate him. you hate how even after what he did every part of him, every memory you made with him, every time he told you he loves you, still occupies your brain. the stupid smile still pops into your brain when you’re having a particularly bad day. you wish with some much in you that picturing his smile didn’t immediately make you feel better. it was that smile though. the smile that’s only reserved for you.

you wish you hated him for cheating on him. you’re just hurt. your chest hurts every day. every morning you wake up with sore red eyes from crying yourself to sleep. you hope he’s been crying himself to sleep too, though you doubt it. as desperate as satoru usually acts you expected him to try and contact you. at least once. you got nothing and somehow that hurt more than his infidelity.

the quiet night you’re having is interrupted by the loud and persistent knock at your door. you have no idea who it could be at this hour, so you don’t move immediately. maybe it’s a neighbor wanting to borrow something. if you don’t move maybe they’ll think you’re not here.

“baby?”

your head snaps to the door in surprise. almost immediately, tears spring to your eyes. it hurts hearing his voice for the first time in 2 weeks. you don’t move. you want to open the door but you know you shouldn’t.

“please…can we talk?” it's rare to hear him speak this softly. satoru’s loud knocks begin to soften. you reluctantly get up from your spot on the couch to open the door. you open the door but not all the way, only enough to see his face.

he stands there with red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. he stands there awkwardly. not sure what to do with his arms, they lay flat at his sides.

“can i come in?”

“leave.” you choke out. you refuse to cry in front of him.

“i can’t.” he steps closer to you. “i need to talk to you. i…i need you.”

you wish you didn’t say that. you wish he didn’t sound so broken when he said it. and because you’re weak for him you let him in. even though you let him in you don’t let him more than 3 feet inside.

you two just stare at each other for moments. his eyes rake over you, taking in every part of you. it felt like an eternity since he’s seen you, he had begun to convince himself that he forgot what you looked like. a stupid thought since he often stared at the small picture of you he kept in his wallet.

“i’m sorry.”

you laugh at that and satoru feels like everything is already falling apart. he’s already messed up. your bitter laugh makes the tip of his ears redden and burn in embarrassment.

“you’re sorry? that’s what you came here to say?”

he wants to tell you that it’s not true, but he didn’t come here to say sorry. he is sorry whether you believe him or not.

“you fucked someone else but you’re sorry so it’s okay right?” your voice is harsh and bitter. and if it weren’t for the tears streaming down your face he would assume you’re just angry. you’re hurt instead and he’s the reason why.

“no that’s not what i’m trying to say.” he shakes his head softly, “it’s not okay. i did the one thing you told me you could never forgive me for.”

if you didn’t love him you would laugh again. if you didn’t love him you would kick him out right now. but if you didn’t love him you would feel empty right and somehow that’s much worse.

“i am sorry. i wish i could explain why i did it-”

“cheated. you cheated. instead of saying “it” say the word gojo.”

he swallows that lump forming in his throat. the way you said his name burned his ears. the bitter tone and the fact that it was his last name.

“i cheated and i regret it so fucking much.”

unconsciously he reaches to grab your hand. when you don’t pull away, he grips your hand tighter. if this is the last time he ever gets to touch you, any part of you, he wants to remember the way your soft skin feels against his. he wants to memorize the way your hand fits perfectly in his and the way your hand warms his cold fingertips.

“i love you so much and i need you. i know you don’t need me but i don’t know what i’m doing. i-i can’t think straight, i can barely breathe when i’m not near you.” he has to swallow again to keep from crying.

“i hate you.”

“i know. i hate me too.”

when you don’t say anything satoru thinks he’s making progress. your eyes don’t hold the anger that they once did. then you pull your hand from his and satoru swears the earth shakes. he pulls his hand back to his side. he clenches his fists, his fingernails pierce his skin. he hopes the pain will distract him from the pain of his heart being ripped out of his chest.

“please,” he says weakly.

you don’t want to give in. he’s done nothing to deserve your forgiveness. you hate yourself for wanting to pull him against you to wipe away his tears. you hate yourself for wanting to forgive. you hate him for sounding so sincere.

“how can i ever trust you again?” satoru doesn’t know how to answer that. you shouldn’t trust him again. satoru is confident that he’d never betray your trust again because the pain of being apart from you like this again very well might kill him. and he’d rather died than hurt you again.

he knows that there’s so way for you to be certain that he won’t hurt you again. you can’t see into his brain or his heart. you can’t see the way his soul yearns to intertwine with yours again, forever.

before he can answer suguru’s stupid voice fills his head. “you mean to tell me. you cheated on your girl, she kicked your ass out, and you’re not begging on your knees for forgiveness right now?” he knows he deserves to beg on his knees. you deserve to have him pathetically beg for your forgiveness.

so, without another word, he bends down on his knees. he grabs both of your hands in his and looks up at you. his heart beats heavily in his chest.

“i will never hurt you again. i promise. i will do anything you want me to in order to prove it to you.” his knees were already beginning to hurt. this pain is nothing compared to the pain he’ll feel if you never forgive him.

“you don’t have to forgive me. you shouldn’t. i’m just asking for a chance to prove myself to you.” he grips your hands tighter, afraid you’ll pull away again.

you’re sure you're making the dumbest decision of your life. you’re weak for him and you may always be. when you left him the night you found out he cheated, you left with your heart still in his hands. tonight, you’ll let him keep it for a little while longer.

“one chance. you fuck up even a little-” before you’re able to finish your sentence, your lips are pressed against him. one of his presses against the back of your head, keeping you pressed against him. the familiar warmth of his lips against yours makes you melt against him. you slowly and reluctantly wrap your arms around his waist.

a small sob slips from his lips, making you jump slightly. tears fall from his eyes again, wetting both of your cheeks. his arms grip you tighter, almost as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“thank you,” he whispers against your lips

he’s late. for anyone in a normal relationship, this wouldn’t be that bothersome. unfortunately for you, you don’t completely trust your boyfriend. not a hundred percent.

it’s eleven pm and he was meant to be home an hour ago. you tried reasoning with yourself. maybe he is stuck fighting a curse? maybe the higher-ups forced him into doing something? you tried thinking of anything besides the one thing that’s nagging at your brain.

he promised and you believed him. you’re starting to think you’re an idiot for trusting him, trusting that he’d stay loyal. how could you have been so dumb?

you’re staying at his apartment tonight, per his request. he promised that he’d be home in time to catch the new episode of your shared favorite show. he broke that promise so what other promises will he break tonight?

you hear the sound of a key entering the door and seconds later it opens. satoru walks in quietly. there’s a certain look on his face that you cant read. you assume the worst. before you can think critically you shoot up from your spot on the couch and storm over to him.

“how was it?” your voice is bitter and you hate the way it cracks at the end. you hate the way your eyes are already beginning to burn.

satoru look at you, confused. he’s not sure what you mean or why you’re angry. he’s tired and he’s not sure he can deal with this right now. the events of today and the fact that he needed to stay at work later than usual is taking a toll on his body.

“baby, what are you talking about?” he reaches for you and you back away from him. for a second he feels the memories of that day flood his mind. the familiar way you back away from him, the familiar look in your eyes. you can’t possibly think that right now.

“no. hey, don’t let your mind go to that.” he successfully grabs your hand in his and pulls it to his lips. immediately you feel the harsh beating in your chest slow down.

“did you cheat on me?” you ask. you just want an answer now. you need to know if you’ll be leaving tonight or falling asleep in his arms as usual.

“no. i promised you. do you want me to get on my knees for you again?” the look in his eyes is unwavering. when you don’t answer he falls to his knees in front of you.

“a curse attacked a town and killed hundreds of people. it was pretty powerful and it took me longer than usual. that’s where i was. i promise.” he stares into your eyes. there is no hint of a lie to be found.

“i know it’s going to take you a while to trust me again. i will get on my knees every day and promise not to hurt if that’s what it will take.”

you feel like a fool even though you shouldn’t. he understands that you don’t trust him completely and he’s working toward that. you’re embarrassed even though he’s the one on his knees right now. you nudge his hand and motion for him to get up.

“i’m sorry-”

“no. you have nothing to be sorry for.” once he stands he grabs your face in both of his hands. one of his thumbs brushes against you bottom lip. his eyes are soft as he looks at you.

“i promise.” he doesn’t need to say what he promises. you know what he means. he pulls your face towards his and places a sloppy kiss against your lips.

“i love you.” you don’t reply but he knows you love him too.

©rinslutz

#gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo

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mango-bango-bby · 11 months

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Yandere Miguel O’Hara pls?

He lost Y/n, his wife, she die in his multiverse. When he went into different multiverse to take care of anomaly villain, he met a spider woman. Her mask cut off by villain only to reveal Y/n, his wife. Miguel plan to take Y/n from her home and keep her from losing again.

Take your time.

♡ Together Again ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, kidnapping, Miguel has reader tied up, my first time writing Miguel so if he’s ooc just ignore it 😭😭

Summary: Miguel lost you and now that he has you again, he’s never letting you go. Even if you aren’t his Y/n (Yan!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader)

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Miguel lost his whole family. You and your daughter and there wasn’t a single day that went by when he didn’t think about it. It was his fault, he killed both of you. Even if indirectly, he killed you. He still wore his wedding ring because he couldn’t bare to let you go.

When he realized that the new spider-woman with them, was you. He had to take you. Yes, it might destroy your world. But he couldn’t lose you again. He gently tilts a photo on the nightstand to look at you. It’s a family photo of all of you from his universe.

“Y/n, you’re not going to get anything out of struggling like that” Miguel says calmly watching you struggle against his webs. You weren’t his Y/n but that didn’t matter to him, you were still you. And being spider-woman was to dangerous for you. He can’t lose you again.

And he knows keeping you here means your universe would fall apart but frankly, he doesn’t care. He is never going to lose you again. You see to try and yell something at him but he can’t make it out, he silenced you with a web over your mouth.

He walked over to the trash can, throwing away parts of your machine that helped you create webs. You only created webs through technology which worked well for him. You had no real powers, you can’t try to escape with them. “You’re going to tire yourself out” He sighs, watching you struggle to get out of his webs.

You yell something but it’s muffled. He looks down at you, grabbing your chin in his hand so you’re forced to look at him. He’s looking at you with stern eyes.

“Y/n, I told you to stop struggling. Be obedient. I’m not letting you out of those until you’re obedient” He says, his voice stern as if he’s talking to a small child or even a pet. You looking at him will such anger in your eyes.

You never looked at him like that before. Or his Y/n never looked at him like that. But he got you to fall in love with him once, he could do it again.

His gaze softens as he’s looking at you. “I’m sorry, love, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to yell at you” He gently pets your hair, he never wants to scare you. Your whimper as he leans down, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He smiled slightly, walking over to the nightstand. He picks up your wedding ring, he finally has you again. He walks over, picking up your hand. Miguel tries to ignore how you flinch away at his touch. He slides the wedding ring onto your finger. It fits you perfectly.

He softly smiles, placing his forehead against your hand that’s now clad with a diamond ring. He sighed, content.

“My Y/n… I missed you…”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: Eeeee, my first spiderverse fic!! I’m so excited, I hope you guys like it!! I changed up my formatting a bit so I hope you all like that too!! Also I’ve been getting a couple requests for Miguel where he speaks Spanish so if any darlings know how to speak Spanish and would be willing to help me, i’d greatly appreciate it 🙏🙏)

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#yandere spiderverse x reader #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o’hara x reader #yandere!miguel o’hara #yandere atsv

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trash-magics-blog · 10 months

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"You need a man... Not a boy"

Captain Price x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your current bf is being a little bitch so John decides to put him in his place... And treat you right while he is at it

(Boyfriends name is Sean and you guys are arguing about him being childish and unruly.. TW for alcohol, I'm straight up obsessed with this man pls)

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"I fucking HATE you Sean! You're so fucking childish... Whenever I do something wrong you pout and run off to your mom, your almost 25! You yelled from your guys room, you and Sean had been fighting all day and you were so close to calling it quits.

"What the fuck ever you bitch! I'm leaving your ass, I hope you make it out there without me!" He stormed out of the house and slammed the door, it sounded like it broke and you also heard his car drive off, he finally left.

You and Sean were together for about 6 months and it was constant issues... From him being childish to him straight up hiding your keys and phone so you couldn't talk to your friends, it was due time for you to leave but you just couldn't pull yourself to do so, even if your best friend John told you that you could find better.

John Price. He was your closest friend, you guys met at a bar and you've always stayed in touch even when he left on his missions and whatnot but no matter what he was always there for you, more than your now ex boyfriend ever was. John didn't like Sean at all, said he was to much of a child, unbeknownst to you John was always trying to hint at you and him, but he didn't beat around the bush, he just didn't even stand by the bush. He was awful at hinting at things.

You called John, trying not to cry about the situation at hand, your house was a mess and everything was just a mess. "Hey John... I was wondering if you can come over?" He could sense the sadness in your voice and didn't hesitate to leave and go be with you. "I'll be there soon love, just give me a bit". After about 15 minutes John showed up and walked in, not minding the mess or anything and immediately wrapped you in a bear hug, he could tell what happened and was sorry for you, but also somewhat glad Sean left... You were John's now and he was gonna make sure of it.

"He called me a bitch and everything John... And he trashed the house and broke the damn door" you said into his shoulder, you had started to cry and pulled away from his hug to sit on the couch, John followed. You and him talked for awhile, he lifted your mood instantly and made you almost forget all of this drama and he helped you pick up the house somewhat. You loved John but didn't realise it till now, the way he made you feel and just everything about him made you love him, he was everything you needed in a man.

"Ya know what, how about we go out for drinks... You could use a few and I know the best spot in town" he suggested, you had no real reason to say no so you agreed and you two got in his car. "Sorry John, didn't mean to drag you into all this" you put your hand on your head and sighed, clearly a bit ashamed and slightly embarrassing. He put his hand on your thigh and squeezed it, causing her heart to flutter and he spoke "Oh love, I don't mind and you know that, he was a joke anyway... You need a man, not a damn child anyway, your to beautiful and too good of a person ya know" he blushed a little as he said that and you noticed, but didn't say anything just smiled to yourself and continued to look out the window, John's hand never left your thigh during the ride.

Soon you guys arrived at a random bar, you didn't catch the name of it. John came over and opened your door for you and helped you climb out of the truck, he had it lifted a bit, not a lot. You always loved how gentle and how old fashioned he was, he always opened the door for you and let you go first with anything, he knew how to love someone. As you guys made your way through the crowd of people and to the bar he put his hand on your thigh again, but higher.

"I'll take a scotch please... What'd you want love?" John asked, smiling at you. "I'll take strawberry wine please" you smiled at the Bartender and he went off to get your guys drinks. After you and john got your drinks you guys talked for what felt like hours, about anything and everything as well. There were a couple times where he made you laugh quite loudly causing people to look but you guys didn't care, you were having some much needed fun.

It reached the end of the night and the bar was nearly empty and you guys decided to leave finally after a couple rounds of drinks. You guys made it to his truck and you both got in the truck and just sat there, you both knew that there were deeper feelings peeking through, it was just a matter of who said it first. You heard john sigh and he looked over at you, you knew what was coming.

"Come here love, please...?" He asked, his voice sounded soft and he reached his hand out, to pull you into his lap. As you went over and sat in his lap you guys looked at eachother then you decided to do it, you grabbed his face and kissed him, he kissed back and pulled your hips to him. He slipped his tongue through your lips and the taste and burn of scotch hit your tongue and it sent a shiver down your spine... *The end of part 1*

A/N: I decided it would be like a little much to put the whole story in one post so the next part will be out whenever I get to it, I know I already have another price story needing to be finished but that done I just need to post it😭😭 I only come back to this when I'm like bored or whatever, but I hope you liked this!!

#cod mw2 #mw2 x reader #captian price #john price #i have a taste for men who are older #john price smut #mw2 smut #cod smut #captain price smut #john price x reader #captain john price x you #captain john price #captain price #call of duty smut #i love him #need this #cutie pie #goofy

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compliance (how to brainwash your boyfriend) — leon kennedy

author’s note: this was written with re4r!leon in mind bc that’s my boyfriend! angel said so!! i have… so many hypno ideas, some considerably more palatable and some that are Much Worse, so pls let me know if you want more! also this is based off of an audio i listened to once by everdistant-utopia on reddit! the headset concept is kind of (extremely) goofy but i was into it idk. again, i'm aware that mind control isn't real and this is a silly ass concept. i had fun doing it anyway. no leons were hurt in the making of this fic. sorry for not posting it sooner even tho it was done i was extremely embarrassed lol. pls ignore any typos. love you!! thank u!!

wc: 5k

content: sub!leon x fem!reader, afab reader, oral reader receiving, orgasm control, mention of feet for like two seconds

warning: this is dark content. please do not read if the following topics are sensitive to you: noncon, hypnosis, mind control. i dont endorse or encourage this type of behavior irl, its just a fantasy!

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as you walk down the street, you walk by a flier that’s sitting on the sidewalk. you don’t stop to read it, but one word caught your eye. mind control. it was probably something stupid, something completely made up by some lunatic who thinks mind control is real. mind control is maybe, technically real, in the ‘just relax and close your eyes, breathe deeply and let yourself be at peace’ kind of way. definitely not the ‘put on this headset and let me rewire your brain to make you my pet’ kind of way.

but… would it really hurt to look at the flier? you turn around to see it’s still there, and, against all your better judgment, you decide to walk up to it and pick it up.

it’s dirty, wet because of the rain from last night. even still, you can read the description of the advertised product clearly, along with some more info like a website and contact info for the designers. you take a brief moment to wonder who in the hell comes up with that stuff.

introducing you to the ultra brainwasher headset 3000! perfect for all of your mind control needs! simply place the device over the subjected head and choose what you’d like to do with them. need an obedient housewife? in search of a new pet? want them to be madly in love and obsessed with you? all of that and more is possible with the ultra brainwasher headset 3000! visit our website and order the headset today!

you blink. this is insane. who would do this? who would make this? why would anyone want to make someone do any of this against their will? you feel sick to your stomach as you crumple up the flier and toss it in the nearest trash can.

because that’s… that’s not consensual. that’s wrong in every possible way. unless they gave consent to be, what, turned into an ‘obedient housewife’? that’s really what it said? there’s just no way that’s right. how is that legal to sell? what even was that flier doing?

this feels like the kind of thing that would be sold on the black market, not openly advertised to people on the street. what if some lunatic saw it and just started brainwashing people? no one could stop them, it’s not exactly a crime in and of itself, and any crimes committed would be a little difficult to report if the ‘subject’ was too mindless to notice or to say anything.

whatever. you threw the flier away, you did your job as a good samaritan by tossing it so someone much much worse than you wouldn’t get a chance to look at it, and thus, you can forget all about the headset. pretend you never saw the flier or knew it existed and carry on with your life.

except, you can’t really. it permeates your thoughts, seeps inside of your subconscious until you begin to hypothesize that the headset wasn’t the real hypnosis, it was seeing that flier. you know you must be delusional. it’s not real, you’re not really mind controlled from just reading the flier, but… would it really hurt it buy it? you had the money for it and it’s not too expensive at all.

you hate yourself for it but you look on the website, just as hypnotic as the flier was, and you see multiple variations of the headset. some more suited towards different outcomes for ‘subjects’ and some just different stylistically.

you find the one you were looking at earlier. the ultra brainwasher 3000. it’s a stupid name, you’re aware. it just doesn’t really matter because who’s gonna know that you own this? you’ll keep it, maybe try it out on yourself to see what it’s like. you won’t do anything crazy, maybe like, hypnotize yourself to not be able to sit down until all your household chores are done, just for the day. the ultra brainwasher 3000 claims to have this functionality, and you’re… more or less, curious.

you order it and spend two weeks in absolute hell, making sure your boyfriend is never home alone when the package could arrive. you’re not worried he’d open it and see the device. he doesn’t look through your stuff, but the packing sticker ‘brainmelting industrial company’ would…. catch his eye for sure. try explaining that to your boyfriend, especially because even if you’re a good liar, you’re not to leon.

but, you get it, and it’s perfect because leon isn’t home right now, and you get to play with your new toy for a little bit. the box is smaller than you expected, only including the headset, a charging cord, and a set of instructions.

as you’re reading, the thought only just now hits you. it’s surprising that it’s taken you this long to have this idea, given how it would be someone else’s first instinct.

“should i…” you murmur to yourself, looking around nervously to see if anyone is in earshot, “… should i use this on leon..?”

i don’t know, should you use a mind control headset on your poor boyfriend that was just sent on a mission to save the fucking president’s daughter? maybe not.

you don’t know how it took you this long to come up with the concept. i mean, the flier did mention making someone your obedient housewife, but… they never said that someone had to be a girl…

it’s gross or actually more disgusting, honestly, how excited you get at the prospect of doing this to leon, but you decide that yeah, fuck it, you might as well brainwash your boyfriend. truthfully, what are the consequences? besides… ruining your relationship, betraying his trust, destroying him as a person… eh, it’s only temporary, right? there’s ways to make it only temporary.. and there’s no way he’d remember..

you fiddle with it, curious of all the different things you could do to him. the headset didn’t have presets, you could make up literally anything you wanted him to believe. you could make him the obedient housewife, but you could also make him a servant, maybe even dress him up all pretty as a maid. you could make sure of his loyalty and commitment, make him be so in love with you that even the thought of being with another woman makes him physically ill.

he gets home later that night, worn down and tired and exhausted in every possible way. and you know you’re going to have to put on your best acting skills. you’re not sure if you’re ready to do this, but you’re gonna have to be, so you press a sweet kiss to his lips, one he lingers on for just a moment too long. his lips chase after yours as his eyes open back up slowly, looking at you through his pretty lashes, an eyebrow raised, “what?”

you can’t help but adore him, his bluntness and gruff attitude, yet how soft he touches your waist as he pulls you closer. leon is nothing if not gentle and sweet, and you love that about him, “nothing, i just… i just wanted to look at you,” you say, and it reminds you just how easy leon is. just a couple of words and his eyes get a little glassy, his heart leaping out of his chest just a bit.

it sometimes helps that your boyfriend has been through every form of hell since that day in raccoon city, so sometimes just sweet words and little gestures get a bigger reaction than you’d expect. he’s traumatized and broken down, so the love you give him matters so much more.

in short, he’s easy. he gives in quickly and doesn’t like to fight, not with you. gives you everything you want, doesn’t protest, doesn’t ask for much besides your attention and love.

“you always stare at me,” he says awkwardly. god he’s so not charming that it makes him effortlessly likable.

that’s what’s so sucky about the idea of hypnosis. do you lose the person he used to be? sure, a mindless househusband would be great, helplessly obedient and passive and hardworking, but does this override his actual personality? that’s a bit too scary.

you make an effort to soak in these parts of his personality, enjoying every inch of his pretty little mind. you decide that no matter what you do to him, you can’t ruin him completely. you’d miss his heart, rough and guarded but nonetheless yours.

“i wanna try something,” you murmur to him, your heart pounding a little more than it should, “do you trust me?”

“of course i do,” he says. your heart almost aches, he trusts you so implicitly.

“close your eyes,” you say, and he complies easily.

you step away to grab the headset, and he’s so sweet and good that he doesn’t even peek. you take a deep breath, and commit to it.

you place it on his head, and he grumbles, but doesn’t object. poor thing. doesn’t even realize what’s happening to him.

—

the setting on the headset that you chose wasn’t anything flashy but it was labeled ‘semi-permanent’ and it stated that the subject would not remember anything from the moment of hypnosis to the moment they wake up next. so, all and all, even if you felt horrible, the damage wouldn’t be permanent, and leon wouldn’t even remember what happened.

truthfully, it felt like nothing could go wrong. it wouldn’t alter him too much, just… make him helplessly obedient for a couple hours. you could turn up the intensity if you wanted to, if it wasn’t quite enough to satisfy your curiosity.

you decide that it’s now or never, especially since being lost in your head while your boyfriend is cluelessly wearing what looks like a vr headset is kind of… odd.

you start the application, waiting for it to begin on his end.

“what are you up to?” he asks innocently, probably still not seeing anything while it loads. the question sounds like an accusation, but it’s really not. leon genuinely just wants to know what’s going on. it’s hard not to, but you don’t answer.

you notice the exact moment that it starts because grunts out of nowhere and his whole body tenses, and he clutches onto the fabric of the couch cushions, using that sense as a way to ground himself during an overload of audio and visual stimulation.

you reach to grab his hand, and his grasps yours tightly, desperately, as if physically pleading with you to make it stop.

you whisper to him, “shhh, nice and easy,” you’re not even sure if he can hear you, but you still feel the need to speak. you’re not sure if it’s your voice or your touch but he relaxes just slightly, his breath raggedy and tense. he’s trying like hell to keep himself together, but it’s so overwhelming that it’s hard for him to think, “hey… it’s okay. you’re okay, just… let it happen.”

a pathetic little whimper escapes his throat as his body goes slack, jaw hanging open and arms hanging limply by his sides, “wha… why?” his voice sounds small, weak, and if you weren’t so cruel, you’d immediately take it all back and apologize and just face the consequences.

but you’re too far deep to back out now, even if leon’s pitiful demeanor is almost swaying you to stop, you know you can’t. not now.

“i… i thought you…” he whines, body tensing and spasming as he tries to put some form of coherent thought together, “wha… why..?” he whimpers again, pathetically broken down in just a matter of minutes.

you sit there with him, holding his hand, waiting for the process to be done, and once it is, you take the headset off.

he seems agitated, but doesn’t seem to know what at. his muscles are tense, but he doesn’t make any sudden movements.

“hey,” you mutter gently, and he almost flinches at the sound, looking at you with those wide deer eyes again, scared. you reach out to touch his face, fingers caressing his cheek.

the cogs in his brain turn as he processes what’s happening, and the agitation seems to evaporate and become replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation. he looks into your eyes, and it seems like he’s deciding something.

“leon?”

“yes? how… can i serve you?” he asks, jaw dropping at his own words. he’s so stunned at what he’s saying and how he’s acting yet he can’t help it.

“…address me as… ma’am,” you say, and he shivers, eyes closing tensely as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on, “and go get me something. how about… a cup of coffee? yeah, let’s start there.”

it makes sense that he’s fading in and out, the programming would probably need more time to settle in before it was done and his personality obviously wouldn’t just disappear, but it was still a little bit heartbreaking to watch him fight the voice in his head that is desperate to obey you.

as he disappears into the kitchen, you sit where he was sitting on the couch to take a moment to think it all over.

leon has never been the most… dominant man. he has his moments of aggression and tension that turn into a roughness that his soul seems to often carry, but it’s never controlling. he’s not demanding, he asks nothing of you besides gracing him with your presence.

but due to his past, submission also doesn’t come easy to him. he likes to think he would lean more sub, just because he’s so malleable to your will, so easy to convince. anything you want is yours, and if you want his dignity laid out in the palm of your hand, then it’s yours to keep for eternity. he just struggles to fully give up control, especially since you know he’s not really had much of that in his life.

you kept his personality intact for the most part, but… he just seems so different. he responds pretty much the same, talks the same, acts the same. something just doesn’t seem right.

“here’s the coffee you asked for,” he mutters when he returns, his voice gruff but soft at the same time. he’s… definitely conflicted. the implanted urge to obey you mindlessly and the natural urge to protect his self-respect are fighting in his head. you watch curiously to see which will win.

leon has been through hell, and you can always see it when you look into his eyes. he’s been controlled by the government, a puppet on their strings, since he survived that night in raccoon city. he must be used to a lack of control in his life. but now he’s your puppet, and you have no interest in using him as a killing machine. you have… different plans for him.

“thanks,” you whisper, and he nods, quiet but obedient. just how you wanted him. he stands there beside you, not really knowing what to do with himself as you take a sip, “rub my feet now.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. and he did.

something in his stomach sinks at the command, a feeling of urgency to do as you say fills his entire being, but it just feels so wrong to him. you’re never this brazen, this demanding.

“come on, leon,” you say, almost condescendingly, pointing to the floor right in front of the couch, “on… your… knees.”

he breathes shakily, but kneels down in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he gives you your damn foot massage. there’s turmoil in his head, easily seen by that deer-like look in his eyes as he stares wide-eyed at the ground. despite his roughness, he’s always had these soft, fragile eyes, reminding you of who he really is. it would be truly heartbreaking to watch him go through this if it also wasn’t incredibly attractive to put him on his knees and order him around.

leon has always been relatively compliant, but now it’s on a whole other level. anything you ask for, despite some inner conflict, he’ll do. you wonder just how far you could push him, but… you don’t decide to test that just yet.

for a few minutes, or however long it takes for you to finish your coffee, you sit there with him. his touch is good but not very skilled. he gets the tension and soreness out though, and you’re sure you could train that into him over time.

“take off your shirt,” you say, and his throws off his t-shirt easily. it lands in the corner unimportantly, and your smirk radiates confidence and something else much more sinister, “stand up, bend over in front of me.”

he closes his eyes tightly, clearly fighting that inner battle but the part of him desperate to get away and to not obey you is losing. he slowly rises to his feet and does as you ask. he places his hands on the coffee table, legs spread slightly like he already knows what’s about to happen. funny, because he doesn’t seem to know much of anything right now.

you stand up, hands touching all over him but particularly grasping at his ass, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers and enjoying the way his muscles flex, tightening and hardening when you grab him, “you never let me spank you,” you muse, almost annoyed, “i get it. you get nervous with power play and letting me dom you or whatever, but i always wanted to hit it just once. just to satisfy the curiosity of what it would be like.”

your hand pulls back and slams against his butt with a loud smacking noise. he gasps, breathing out shakily after the hit, “i… i’m sorry, ma’am.”

“but now that we’re here… and i’ve already got a taste, i don’t think i ever want to stop. so, from now on, no more of that. if i want to slap your ass, i’m going to,” you murmur, “and you will not try to stop me or convince me not to.”

“i.. i…” he whimpers, and for a second you pause, nervously that the real leon, somehow deep down, heard that, “… yes, ma’am.”

“good,” you mutter, slapping it again, feeling the hit in your hand as you pull away, and if you can feel it so clearly then you’re sure he can, “now, be polite and say ‘thank you’. thank me for teaching you how to correctly behave.”

“tha… thank you, ma’am,” he whispers, eyes shutting slowly as his deep inner need to resist is weakening.

“i own you now,” you groan, grasping at his hips posessively, mouth pressing open kisses to his bare shoulder, “no, i… have always owned you. owned your body, you just didn’t realize it.”

he nods, incredibly turned on. his body aches to be claimed, to be made yours.

sure, leon has always been yours, but his body has been purely his. he’s… cautious with it. he’s been more or less just too busy for romantic partners, but somehow you snuck your way into his life and he happily lets you stay. he just… is slowly learning to trust you with himself.

he can do easy, comfortable, casual sex. what he can’t do is hand himself over to you like this, helplessly obedient, submissive in every possible way. as much as leon doesn’t have the energy to fight, tired and worn down, fighting is all he know.

your nails drag against the skin of his torso and back, leaving pretty red lines wherever they go, “no more fighting. no more stressing about it. all you have to do is be mine, unequivocally.”

“i… i am..” he mumbles, and you tilt your head, eyeing him curiously. he notices, shying away, “i… i am yours. unequivocally. you can… you can have me.”

manhandling has always been a little difficult, considering leon is all muscle and he’s a sturdy guy, but you spin him at the hips to face you, and he’s effortlessly moved, “can i… have your body just as much as i have your heart?”

“yes, i… yes, ma’am, it’s yours. do whatever you want with it, ma’am,” he says, a slight daze in his eyes, clearly he’s not all the way there. he's trying. he’s still so soft, so tender and malleable, so leon.

you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, and he melts into your touch, hands grasping him roughly, in a way that might hurt anyone else, but leon is strong. sure, your touch is bruising him, but… he doesn’t have enough

of his mind left to be bothered.

lips trail down his neck and shoulder, but move back up to his ear, sucking on his skin in a vampiric manner. you whisper to him, “you’re gonna only focus on my pleasure.”

“i… i am? i… i am…” he stutters, god it’s so damn cute.

“of course you are. you’d rather eat me out than have an orgasm yourself, wouldn’t you? if i was a crueler person, i would find a way to mind control your orgasms away completely. that way you could… focus on my pleasure, but i’m not that mean.”

he shudders, your lips pressing to the sensitive spot underneath his ear, teeth dragging down his skin, teasing him, taunting him.

“you wanna eat now?” you ask, lips pressed to his collarbone now, and he moans out an affirmative. you suck a hickey against the skin right atop of the bone, admiring the redness, the way you get to watch it turn a disgusting shade of purple. one that should make you nervous to have done to him, only turns you on.

instead of ordering him into his knees this time, you just push him, easily putting his head between your legs. his hands come up to hold your thighs, steadying himself as you half-stand half-sit on the counter. he pulls your pants down enough , but can’t even be bothered to take off your panties, just pushing them to the side.

“can.. i, ma’am?”

you chuckle, not really expecting him to be so polite, “go for it, sweet thing.”

he leans in, pressing a teasing kiss to your clit, just once, before his tongue meets your folds and he licks and sucks like tomorrow won’t come but he’ll make sure you will. he groans into your pussy like he’s the one being pleasured, and that honestly seems like a fair comparison. sure, he was physically pleasing you, but even just the act of giving oral is making his head spin with a satisfaction he has never felt before. he could get high off of this.

leon has always been good at giving head. much better than just good. he’s incredible. it’s the one thing where he can fully just zone out. if you’re too lost in your own pleasure, then you can’t focus on him and how he’s feeling, and there’s something oddly safe about the feeling of being, for all intents and purposes, alone with his thoughts. eating your pussy just comes so natural that it’s second nature.

but now? he can’t get lost in his thoughts if he doesn’t have any. doesn’t mean he’s enjoying it any less. he’s enjoying anything you ask him to do. you could tell him to go fold your laundry and then clean your bathroom and do your dishes and he’s do everything diligently and he’d be satisfied the whole time. god, maybe you do really want a househusband. besides, leon could use the emotional break from his job. he’s content enough serving you.

he makes you cum sooner than you expected, but it’s literally just because he’s that good with his tongue, and when he moved one his hands from your thigh to press two fingers into your cunt, fingering you in thick circular motions as he sucked on your clit, you were gone.

he continues, wet fingers gushing in a fast rhythm as you orgasm, grinding against his mouth, using him completely for your own pleasure. it was always a secret fantasy of his, and now it’s reality, even if his mind isn’t all the way there and the only thoughts running through his head are is she pleased with me? did i do a good job? do i deserve her praise? i should do better next time. i should serve her better. i only want to serve her.

and now that he’s completely helpless, servitude being the only concept he can comprehend, and you come down from a high so intense it took you a second to remember that leon was waiting patiently for your next command, next order.

“put… put me on the couch…” you gasp out in heavy breaths.

he’s strong, and he helps to guide you to the couch, body still part paralyzed from such an intense pleasure. you lay there, still breathing a little heavy.

“go get dressed and cleaned up…” you mutter to him, “and then come back out here and cuddle up next to me.”

he does as you ask, finding his clothes and getting dressed again, and then when he approaches the couch again, you reach out your arms for him. the smile he gives you is almost too real. too… really leon. you still feel that twinge of nervousness in your gut, but then he lays against you, head tucked into the crook of your neck, and you know he doesn’t know. for all that he’s good at, leon’s not a great actor.

you reach your hand up to run your fingers through his hair repeatedly, soft and soothing motions to lull him into a state of compliance.

“you’re mine,” you whisper, hoping he’ll confirm it back.

of course he does, softly, no longer feeling conflicted, “yours, ma’am.”

“you’ll be obedient and submissive from now on,” your voice is soft but carries a dominance he doesn’t quite think he could ever escape nor would he ever want to.

“i’ll be.. obedient and submissive.”

“you’ll only focus on my pleasure,” you say, knowing he’ll repeat it back obediently just like the ones previous, but you feel his rock hard cock against your leg and as much as you want to shove his cock inside of you in an instant, you can’t help but want to control him like that. keep his orgasms just out of reach until he goes mad from the teasing and edging you plan to do to him. keep him nice and horny and desperate, just how you like him. if he wasn’t submissive enough for you before, he is now.

“only yours, only ever yours, please…” his voice is soft and meek and god if you wanted to you could find a mind control that was permanent and just… leave him like this forever. let him take care of your home and future kids and do your household chores and tasks. keep him completely obedient, god it would be…

“you can’t resist,” you whisper, leaning into his hair,

resting your head against his in a soft intimate moment, “i can’t resist, ma’am.”

you nod gently, and after a moment, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, “i’m.. i love you, leon. sorry about all of this..”

“… why are you apologizing, ma’am?” he asks, tilting his head slightly even in your grasp to show confusion. he really is just like a little puppy sometimes.

“you know.. about the mind control.”

he shrugs, the most unbothered happy smile on his face, “oh, that’s.. that’s okay, i’m fine with it. i.. already belonged to you.”

“but that was in a more… romantic way. an ‘i belong with you’ kind of way. not the kind i did to you,” you say, just a tinge of guilt holding you back, but you push it aside, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. i just.. just know i love you. even when i’m ordering you around.”

“i’ll remember that, ma’am,” he smiles up at you just a little softer, just a little more like his true self, just a little more leon. that heavy feeling of guilt in your gut will never quite go away, will it?

you fall asleep on the couch together, knowing or maybe just hoping you’ll wake up to leon not remembering anything. hopefully he doesn’t piece together that he has no memory of you giving him that hickey and those bruises on his hips were definitely not his job's doing.

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you wake up to a fond smell of breakfast and a bright morning, sitting up off the couch as you look at your phone. leon’s not laying there next to you, which is odd but not completely uncommon. sometimes he goes out in the morning to work out or disappears in the middle of the night when he’s needed somewhere, but most of the time, and today included, he’s just in the kitchen.

you find him there, standing in front of the coffee pot, and you walk up to him to wrap your arms around his midsection, softly burying your face into his back to shyly hide from his gaze.

“awh, morning lovebug,” his sweet raspy morning voice says to you, a hand on your arms, holding you tight so there’s not even a chance you could let go, “missed ya yesterday. did you sleep alright?”

“...mhm,” you hum, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder blade.

it’s a sweet moment, full of love and warmth and tenderness and you could have almost forgotten what you did to leon last night had the smell of coffee not been hanging in the air. but hey, at least he doesn’t remember what really happened, though he’s kind of confused just how he forgot how he got all of these bruises and scratches.

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Reader w bestie lando feeling down bc he’s surrounded by more conventionally attractive girlies/people because of his profile and him listing all the positive qualities and things that he likes about them except he lets slip saying he LOVES it about them n getting all flustered stuttering and then confessing years of longing my HEART can’t handle this pls add ur thoughts vulnerable lan is my kryptonite

oh my god please 😭😭

reassurance (1492 words) best friend lando/fem!reader confessing feelings

please beware that this can have allusions/mentions of body dysmorphia, reader being insecure and self-conscious about how she looks. nothing too major, but it may trigger someone!

The both of you are standing by the kitchen counter, it’s late and Max is sleeping upstairs, oblivious to what’s going on outside his bedroom door. It had been a long night of drinking with half the grid and their respective partners, buying out a VIP section and ordering buckets of icy drinks.

It was at two a.m. that your social battery died out and so did Lando’s. You didn’t think a person could be so happy as he got when he glanced your way and caught you surreptitiously hiding a yawn behind your hand, asking if you were ready to head out. He’d only had one drink, so he drove the both of you back to his and Max’s place.

The kitchen had become your refuge, only one small lamp being the source of light as you got comfortable by the counter. Lando had, as suspected, sought out Max’s stash of snacks, ignoring your halfhearted protests because the last time he’d raided the pantry, his best friend had gotten so pissed that he’d locked it.

Normally, you would’ve joined him in the drunken snacking, giggling and carrying a stupid conversation that usually went in the direction of weird-ville, ending with ‘what type of worm would you be, if you could choose one?’

But tonight, you were staring dubiously at the bag of Walkers and packet of Hobnobs, all kinds of self-conscious thoughts swirling in your mind. You thought of earlier that night, when you’d trashed the dress you had in mind because it didn’t look right on you. You thought of how you’d gone for jeans, immediately regretting it when you arrived at the club and spotted the girls in short skirts and gorgeous dresses that looked like it was moulded for them. It was difficult to not feel some kind of way when everyone around you looked like they’d just stepped off the runway.

“You alright, peach?” Lando’s voice cut through your thoughts and you glanced up at him, hanging over the counter and chewing loudly on biscuits.

You grimaced at the nickname, one that you really hadn’t had many feelings about until recently. It had started as a joke, being photographed walking the paddock with Lando during an obscure weekend and Lando had giggled so hard that he turned red, almost losing consciousness as he read a tweet someone had posted about you.

ass so fat it looks like a peach

It had been funny, and Lando never really let it go. He’d started calling you peach ironically, until it stuck and replaced your name entirely.

But now you weren’t so sure about the positive aspects of the nickname.

Lando made a noise in his throat, swallowing dryly around the crumbs and reaching a hand out to poke your cheek. You twisted away slightly, blowing out a breath.

“Lando!”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, sounding much like a defiant child.

You gave him a look. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I can see you pouting.”

“I’m not—“ You caught yourself before your blood pressure reached a new high. “Shut up.”

“Peach.” He said again and you looked down from his probing eyes, staring hard at the opened packet of Hobnobs that Max would for sure notice were missing.

“I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to express your feelings without sounding so childish. What would you say? I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like an ogre next to your friends’ girlfriends. I hate the way I look. “I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately, that’s all.”

Lando didn’t say anything and you looked up, thinking that he might’ve missed your words completely but he was staring at you softly, so gentle that emotions almost clogged your throat up. You scrunched your nose, and Lando let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding because he knew what that scrunch meant. He knew that was something that you automatically did when you were close to tears.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile a little tearfully.

Leave it to Lando to never push, to always listen and never judge you when you were feeling every range of emotion. It always tugged at your heart. You truly loved him.

“I feel like a sack of potatoes when I see the girls.” You laughed wetly, reaching a hand up to wipe away at your eyes. Lando smiled when you unknowingly smeared your makeup. “They’re my friends and I don’t resent them for it, but it strikes me sometimes how we’re so different when it comes to looks.”

Lando frowned a little at that, placing a hand on top of yours. Palm against palm, pointer finger finding your pulse point on your wrist and resting it there. The way he always did.

“I like potatoes.” He murmured and you shot him a dry look. “But you’re right, you are different.”

That made you frown deeper, bottom lip sticking out in sadness and it broke Lando’s heart. He hurried to wipe under your eye with a thumb, smiling gently.

“You’re different because you’re my peach. You’re different in the way you treat people with so much kindness that it blows my mind sometimes. You’re different in the way you smile so hard that your eyes disappear, just like that.” You shielded your face behind your hand, letting out a laugh you couldn’t contain. “You treat me like me. Not like Lando, the driver. You shove me when I burp and you twist my arm when I tease you. And I love you for it. I love that you’re different, and I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”

You blinked at him, slowly letting his words sink in.

“You love me?” You asked, aware that he might’ve meant it platonically but Lando’s reaction made you stop breathing for a second.

His cheeks turned pink, palms flattening on the surface of the counter to push himself up, like he was trying to put a little distance between you two. You’d only ever seen him act this way a handful of times, eyes wide and a little panicked, tips of his ears red as he opened his mouth and closed it. Like finding the right words was suddenly difficult.

“I mean— I just meant…” His voice died, shrugging a little helplessly the longer you stared at him.

Your heart was going a mile a minute, not believing what you were seeing but if Lando was fumbling his words and shrugging like he was hoping you’d let it go, he was dead wrong. You were gonna grip this opportunity with both hands and hold on.

“Look,” He pulled a face, blowing out a sharp breath of air through his mouth. “If I tell you something, will you hold it against me?”

Fuck. It was happening, wasn’t it?

“Perhaps.” You answered, voice almost inaudible because you were putting all of your excess energy into not passing the fuck out.

Lando rolled his eyes, looking a little trapped all of a sudden and you hurriedly rounded the corner, smiling at him when he took a small step back the closer you got to him.

He glanced at the counter like he considered walking around it, putting the distance back between you two but you quickly grabbed his arm, prompting him to look at you.

“How long?” You asked, soft and quite frankly, a little stunned.

“What?” He asked but his eyes said it all.

“Lando.”

“Stop.” He laughed, sounding breathless and a little frustrated. “Stop saying my name like that.”

You frowned at him, tilting your head when he turned his gaze away. He still hadn’t pulled out of your hold though, not even when you palmed his left pectoral. You didn’t know if it was wishful thinking or your imagination, but there was a steady thud against your palm that felt a lot like his racing heart and it made you smile.

“Like what?”

Lando sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, letting it go with a tsk.

“Like you love me.” He said quietly.

It was like someone had reached down your throat and grabbed your heart, squeezing the blood out and popping the vessels. You almost gasped for breath, smile stretching your lips and Lando’s expression went from cautious to slightly hopeful.

“What if I do love you?” You asked.

“Then…” He trailed off when your hand travelled from his pec to his cheek, cupping it. “Then I’d say I love you. I’d say that I’ve always loved you.”

You let out a laugh, like the absurd amount of happiness blooming in your chest was too hard to contain. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, getting on your toes to hug him properly.

“Took you long enough.” You murmured against his ear and Lando squirmed, pinching your side just to hear you squeak.

It was his favourite sound in the world.

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this isn’t beta read, I wrote this in my notes app at work so I hope it’s okay 🫣 it wasn’t smut this time (sorry) but I wanted to save the juicy stuff for longer fics hehe. I hope you enjoy this xx

#zee’s asks 💌#lando brainrot #lando norris x female reader #lando norris blurb #bff!lando #f1 blurb

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elliespeach · 10 months

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tear you apart | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"if your friends won't watch over you, i will." ´ˎ˗

pairing ellie wiliams x fem reader synopsis ellie owns her own vinyl store and the day you wander in changes both of your lives forever. she quickly becomes infatuated with you, desperate for your love that she believes is meant to be. when things in your life begin to spiral, ellie is there to catch you, but you'd never suspect she was the reason you fell in the first place. heavily heavily based on the book/tv show "you" on netflix wordcount 4k warnings gosh where do i start, stalking both cyber and in person, ellie is obsessive, manipulative, a gaslighter, a pervert lowkey, possessive and easily jealous, she breaks into readers apartment and goes thru your stuff, shes also so delusional like top tier delulu, shes based off joe goldberg so i mean put the pieces together. this is all from her perspective, most if not all of the inner monologue is ellie's thoughts about you, the italics is verbatim what she is thinking in that very moment if that makes sense. like joe, all of her actions are justified in her mind, and she doesn't see anything wrong with them. reader has a dysfunctional family. pls lmk if i am missing something! authors note hi hello hi, i have been so excited to post this!! just wanted to clarify this rn, i am bringing in a LOT of elements from the book and show, especially in this part, if it seems very similar thats why. i don't plan on following the plot line for season one, but i needed a good base to jump off of, dont hate me. n yes, readers best friend is shauna from yellowjackets i couldn't help myself. i needed a girl group, sue me. cat is apart of this girl group, not ellie's ex along w dina, also not ellie's ex in this au lol

fuckin’ trash, ellie thought to herself, looking over the torn up vinyl in her hands. the guy who returned it obviously had no fucking clue how to take care of something. especially something so needing of love. she placed the vinyl down on the counter beside the register before stepping into the back of the store, grabbing her tools of restoration. as she rummaged through a drawer, the familiar bell rang from the front door indicating a new customer, but she ignored it and continued searching for the sandpaper she always left laying around somewhere. the last drawer she opened was the winner, taking her supplies, she emerged from the small room into the front of the store, the beads in the doorway swaying as she walked through them.

thats when her eyes found you, examining the vinyl left on the counter. you hadn’t noticed her yet, too engrossed in the mishandled vinyl. she watched you for a moment as you looked it over, tracing the scratches that lined it. to ellie, you looked to be the definition of a nice girl. sporting a flowy sundress that laid just below your ass. nice girl who likes attention, she thought to herself, looking you up and down from afar.

she played it cool, keeping her eyes on the sandpaper and cloth in her hands as she made her way back to the counter. you finally took notice of her when she stood in front of you. “oh, hi,” you smiled brightly, to which ellie looked up. “whoever handled this vinyl should be in jail.” a sense of humor, ellie smiled at you, letting a breathy laugh fall from her lips. and an appreciation for vinyls, rare.

“a life sentence, for sure.” she spoke, and you laughed. a laugh that was genuine, not forced by politeness.

“can you point me to where i could find a david bowie album, ellie?” you asked sweetly, and she had to remember she wore a name tag. flirting with me and you like david bowie? ellie’s grateful its a tuesday afternoon, the store is dead. giving her more time to talk with you. you, who seemed to never stop smiling at her.

“against the wall,” she pointed. “third box from the left.” she lets you wander over yourself, taking the time to admire the way you carry yourself. you had a pair of red, heart shaped sunglasses resting on your head. ellie could tell you liked to pay attention to details, it was evident in the way you matched your sunglasses to your dress, and she wondered just how many pairs you owned. both short dresses and uniquely designed sunglasses together. her head tilted at the thought, switching her over chewed gum to the other side of her mouth.

you rifled through the box as ellie’s gaze pierced your back, although you were seemingly unaware. david bowie, she thought again. not another stuck up gen z who only listens to who is in the top one hundred, no. no, you were special. ellie put her focus onto the vinyl in front of her, slowly dampening it with the cloth before grinding the sandpaper over the scratches. but she kept you in her peripheral vision and she couldn’t help but notice you were struggling to find a specific one, or at least it looked like it.

“need help?” she asked you, keeping her voice neutral.

your body turned to face her, meeting her eyes and a faux pout on your lips.“i think the only one i want isn’t here, or i’m seriously blind.”

ellie chuckled, coming out from behind the counter, “my money’s on blind, just organized this box a few days ago.”

you huffed lightly, standing to the side while she approached you and the box. “i can’t find the rise and fall of ziggy stardust, it’s one of my favorites.”

of course it is. ellie barely looked in the box before she saw the album, pulling it out and holding it out for you. “i’ll book your eye appointment,” she said with a light grin.

“ugh, my hero,” you gushed, taking the album from her hands gently. i’ll always be your hero, but something tells ellie that you didn’t really need her help to begin with.

“c’mon, i’ll ring you up,” ellie led you back to the register and you placed the vinyl down on the counter lightly.

“promise i won’t do what that guy did,” you joked, reaching into your bag for your wallet.

ellie almost wishes you would. you’d come in a few days later, apologizing for being so clumsy but asking if she could fix it for you. of course, she would say yes. how could she say no to someone like you? “you couldn’t if you tried, pretty sure he did it on purpose.”

“what makes you say that?”

“just a hunch,” ellie shrugs, scanning the barcode on the vinyl.

“maybe his dogs got it, or worse, his kids.” you kept eye contact as you spoke, which shocked ellie. a lot of people would break away, divert conversation, maybe even stay silent all together. but not you.

“if that guy had kids, i’d feel bad for them,” to a lot of people, this comment would rub them the wrong way, and ellie internally cursed herself for saying it. you’re a sweetheart in her eyes, someone who wouldn’t think things like that, but again, you laughed. the transaction was almost over and she was grasping at straws, so she kept going. “guys like him blame everything on everyone else, i wouldn’t be surprised if his kids actually hated him but,”

your head tilted, waiting for more. to ellie, it looked like you were hanging onto every word she said. and she relished in it. “–thats only if someone wanted to have kids with him, which i highly doubt.”

“from what i’m hearing it doesn’t sound like anyone would want to,” you’re trusting my judgment. ellie’s lips curled up with your words, and she bagged the vinyl in a plastic bag. you handed her a credit card, which was decorated with flowers along with your name. and you want me to know your name. you could’ve used cash, the vinyl was less than twenty dollars. but no, ellie knew better and she knew you better. your eyes found the scratched up vinyl yet again, “but you can fix it?”

ellie swiped the card against her own wishes. she’d give you the whole store if you asked with that pretty smile. “it’ll be back in the box within the hour, why? you like pink floyd?”

“yeah, for the most part. i haven’t listened to that album yet,”

“i can put it on hold for you.” ellie rushes out, and she feels like she came on too strong. you could easily listen to it on spotify but she reminds herself that you’re in her store for a reason. you probably own a vinyl player, an older model you got off of facebook marketplace because the newer ones don’t match your personality. maybe a pioneer or a yamaha, and now shes thinking about how you probably dance around your room listening to music. your response breaks her from her imagination.

“that’d be great, thanks ellie,” but she can see it so perfectly in her mind, you’d wear a big t-shirt and a dainty pair of underwear. twirling and spinning about, the t-shirt riding up as you did and as you stood in front of her in that short dress her mind seemed to unravel and she had to clear her throat.

“anytime–” she tacked your name at the end of her words with a smile, handing back your card which you very quickly put in your wallet. her eyes glanced down for a split second, admiring how the dress pushed your tits together before bringing them back up to your face.

“aren’t you going to tell me to have a good day?” you teased much to ellie’s enjoyment, reaching out for the bag she was holding for you.

“have a good day,” your fingers grazed hers, and ellie knew it had to be on purpose. a flirt, and a good one at that.

“you too, ellie. i’ll be back for that album.”

you left the store as quickly as you came, taking your sweet vanilla scent with you. ellie thought about your interaction all day, it consumed her walk home and when she entered her small apartment she fell to her couch and opened her laptop.

plugging your name into any and all social medias was easy, who could forget a name like yours? all your accounts were public, and very quickly ellie could tell just what kind of person you were. the sweet girl who loved vinyls who had an addiction to posting online. your twitter was filled with random, obscure thoughts and always with a hashtag at the end of them. from time to time you’d tweet about where you were, and ellie tsk’d out loud to herself. anyone could find you within seconds, you need to be more careful. you seemed to tweet about everything in your life and ellie refreshed the page, wishing to see a post about the cute girl in the vinyl shop who helped you find your favorite album.

yet, there was nothing. and for a moment it hurt her, but the more she thought about it, it was better you didn’t post about her. that means it was real for you, hope remains.

facebook provided the basics of your family, although the account was inactive. but your parents who divorced a few years back seemed to only post about your younger siblings, leaving her to wonder if they didn’t approve of your lifestyle in the city. she stalked their pages like it was her job and at this point it felt like it was. she discovered that your two younger siblings went off to college out west and your parents even sold their home to be closer to them while still living separate lives. ellie felt pity for you, how could they just leave you behind?

your instagram feed was an aesthetic one, pictures posted solely to appease your followers. a pretty sunset here, a mirror selfie there, a quick post about the food from the restaurant just down the road from ellie’s shop. there were also posts about your own art, colorful and detailed, just like yourself. a painting you did was the last thing you posted, but this one wasn’t like your other ones, it was black and white and had a lonely floating balloon in the center and the borders were lined with overlapping words. ellie could make out only a few of them, ‘melancholy’, ‘nobody’, and ‘distress’.

there were lots of group pictures of you with friends. ellie could see you looked more authentic than them, who all seemed to resemble something out of a factory for young adults. you were a pearl in a sea of clams.

out of curiosity, ellie brought herself to your friend’s pages as well. she needed to see the types of people you spent time with, seeing if they were someone she would approve of for you. one friend made an appearance more than others and she assumed that was your so-called best friend, a spunky city girl named shauna. her own instagram was like an influencer’s guide to posting online, and she seemed like someone ellie would avoid at all costs. shauna’s posts of you always had you in the background, or if you were directly in the frame it was a candid where shauna looked better. she's making herself look better at your own expense, can't you see that?

your other friend’s social media were bland and unhelpful. ellie brought herself back to the task at hand. she typed your name into google and watched the loading screen. your name brought up a string of links all connecting back to your art pieces you’ve submitted to local papers and art galleries. an artist in new york city, aren’t you ambitious. maybe your parents didn’t like the instability of being an artist. but yet, you still pursue your passion. its admirable.

what also popped up was a white pages link, with a few clicks, and a small charge to her credit card she found exactly what she was looking for. there wasn’t much she could do with your phone number, texting you would be creepy. there was no way for her to explain how she got it, so the next best thing was your address. which, lucky for ellie, was only six blocks from her own.

if she could find it this easily, she needed to make sure that no one else did. which is how she found herself standing across the street from your apartment, peering into the windows that had no blinds, no curtains, no protection from the outside world. you were on full display for all of new york. first thing were doing together is buying you blinds. you were lounging around on your coach, scrolling through your phone and periodically shifting in your spot to get more comfortable.

it was dark now, and again, luckily for ellie, someone standing on the sidewalk of new york wasn’t a weird thing to do and no one paid her any mind. for days she would stand in the same spot, studying your movements throughout your apartment. sometimes you would go to bed on the early side, but most nights you were fully awake, sipping something out of a purple mug which she could only assume was coffee, and drawing lines on a canvas.

everytime you would take a break and scroll through your phone, ellie would refresh every social media, waiting for a post. your fingers danced on the keyboard and after a few refreshes on ellie’s end, your twitter had a new post.

@yndoesartstuff: if anyone has tips on how not to procrastinate finishing a wip, please enlighten me

if you just put down your phone, i’m sure you could get it done.

one night she watched as you dipped your wet brush into the purple mug instead of the designated paint water cup. they didn’t even look similar, but ellie laughed to herself while you groaned, tossing your head back before getting up to dump the liquid out of the mug. this would also be the first night ellie gawked at you while your hands dipped below your shorts, she quickly looked around. no one else seemed to notice that you were pleasing yourself with your own gentle hands and her eyes found you again, sprawled out on your couch.

your back arched, obviously hitting your sweet spot and ellie swallowed hard. blinds. were getting you blinds.

some days, ellie was too busy with the store to watch over you and she hated herself for it. too tired to walk the six blocks and instead just looking over your social media again, looking through your friends posts to see if you’ve been up to anything. you had never come back for the album, which ellie had finished nearly two weeks ago now. but tonight, as she locked up the store she knew she was going straight to the sidewalk adjacent from your apartment.

when she arrived at her usual spot she saw you through the windows and you looked too well put together for a night to yourself. you were dolled up and ellie liked to imagine it was for her, you’d leave your apartment and head to the store for the album you said you’d come back for weeks ago. but her hope was squashed when a cab pulled up outside your apartment and a woman who looked way too old started to walk up the steps to the building and entered the main door. ellie had been here enough to know the general look of your building's inhabitants, and this woman wasn’t one of them. maybe someone's mom, maybe she's visiting a friend. she can’t be here for you. no way.

but through the windows, with no blinds, she saw you open your door for this woman and welcome her into your home. your mom. it has to be. ellie’s eyebrows narrowed when you pulled this woman into a hug, then pulled back and let your lips kiss hers. okay, so not your mom. who the fuck is this?

ellie, whose eyes were going from her phone to the big windows of your apartment, began to search through your online presence and found no traces of her. this mysterious woman who, now, you seemed to be having a highschool make out session with on your couch, was all over you, touching you, kissing you, and worst of all, pleasing you. that sweet smile that had previously been for ellie, was now for this woman and it made ellie’s stomach turn. but she didn’t leave, instead watched while the two of you began to peel each other's clothes off.

were getting you blinds and were getting rid of this woman.

the next day while she opened up her store, she couldn’t help but think about you and this woman. she was frustrated, of course. but she couldn’t blame you, obviously this woman was prying on your weaknesses for her own pleasure. taking advantage of you. it sickened her, and she had to know more. she had been through every following list she could think of and still, this woman was a mystery. and as she refreshed your twitter (a new hobby of hers), a new post popped up.

@yndoesartstuff: lunch date with @shaunamavisxx never felt so right – at hoppers tavern

seeing that, ellie locked up shop way too early. it was fairly easy to make her way into your apartment, all she had to do was play the part. “sorry, my girlfriend hasn’t given me a key to this door yet,” she said with a friendly smile to your neighbor, who out of the kindness of his heart let her into the building. she waited until he was in his own apartment before picking your lock.

it smelled like you once she stepped inside, and she let the aroma fill her nose as she walked around. it was messy, canvases piled up everywhere along with dirty paint brushes. clothes lined your floor from the bedroom all the way to the kitchen and she had to force herself not to clean it up for you. she examined your paintings up close, admiring how the strokes on the canvas looked. she noticed you draw a small bird in every corner, the bird is plump, uncolored and holding a small twig. it was your signature, and it matched you so well. but, what she really was after was your laptop, she found it sitting on your unmade bed.

no password? she was shocked, and made a mental note to tell you that you needed to secure your devices. it’s almost as if you wanted her to search through it to get to know you better, and ellie did just that. it was linked to your phone and as she went through your messages they all seemed to be relatively normal. for someone like you, at least.

loads of messages from a group chat labeled city gals, and she knew it wasn’t you who had named it being as you were funnier than that, and less basic. scrolling up, all the conversation in the chat was merely nothing of note, no mention of this woman to your friends which ellie found odd. maybe just a hookup? but even then, wouldn’t you tell your friends?

ellie could gauge your friends' personalities through the texts they would send, shauna was most definitely the unnamed leader of this group, probably also the one who named the chat. her texts were mostly about planning activities, meanwhile the others just tacked on with fake enthusiastic responses. even yourself.

leaving the group chat, she continued to scroll down your messages and found an unsaved phone number which seemed to be the winner. you don’t have her number saved, this is good. a lot of your texts to her went unanswered, left on seen and only responded once you’d ask for her to come over. that usually generated a reply within minutes from this woman, who ellie still didn’t know the name of. it angered her even further, realizing she was just toying you along. only using you for your body when you were so much more than that.

ellie jotted down the unsaved number into her notes app, saving it for later when she could find out just exactly who this woman was. it was clear from the texts that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you still kept texting her like a sad puppy. it was pathetic, really, but ellie didn’t judge. she knew that your attention seeking habits were brought on by your dysfunctional family, she just wished it was her on the receiving end.

she found herself in your emails and saw you had an abundant amount of unread ones. it was a lot of spam and a waste of time, so she moved on. she decided it was best to go into your search history, restaurants, art galleries that allowed online submissions, sometimes even silly questions that ellie would most definitely answer for you if you asked.

“how do magicians do their cutting in half tricks?” you would ask her from the couch while ellie made you both dinner.

she’d call out from the stove, “there’s a fake table, the girl puts her legs through that. the legs you see on the other end are fake, baby.” and you would giggle sweetly as you always did, thanking her for being a know-it-all.

but as she continued to scroll further and further down your search history, she saw that the day you two had met, you googled “vinyl stores near me” and ellie’s was the first to pop up. she thanked every star in the universe for such a coincidence, but the more she thought about it, it couldn’t have been a coincidence because to her, it was always meant to be.

suddenly your laptop dinged and a new message appeared at the top from city gals. it was shauna and she was proposing a night out and it didn’t take long at all for the rest of the chat to respond.

shauna: drinks at our favorite spot tonight?

dina: totally what time

shauna: like 8 ish?

cat: sounds good to me

shauna: im with our heavy drinker, she says yes too!! see u guys then

dina: hangin w out us :( rude

cat: yeah wtf

shauna: oh hush its no biggie, we’ll see you guys tonight

ellie sat back as the texts rolled in, heavy drinker? ellie didn’t like the sound of it, and your friends seemed to think it was funny. bet they don’t even watch over you when you’re plastered, leaving you alone where anyone could hurt you. a few clicks on your instagram and she found a group mirror picture in a dirty bar bathroom, and the location clear as day at the top of the post. she confirmed it with a few other pictures and a deep dive of your twitter. gotta stop putting your location everywhere.

ellie knew your lunch date with shauna would be ending soon and you’d return home to start getting ready for the evening. she shut your laptop down, placing it exactly where it was on the bed before and started towards the door to leave. as she was on her way out, a bright red thong caught her eye. it was so carelessly thrown between the couch and the table next to it and she stuffed them into her pocket before locking the door behind her on the way out. she knew you’d never notice, your apartment already looked like a tornado had been through it seven times over.

she played with the string of fabric in her pocket as she walked down the sidewalk back to her place, contemplating the night to come. if your friends won't watch over you, i will.

read part two here :)

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams au #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader

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sunshinevanfleet · 1 year

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use somebody - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hi there everyone! this one is for u @goldlionsilversun for inspiring me to write this<3 it is loosely based on the song 'use somebody' by kings of leon, so give that a listen if you so desire. i hope everyone enjoys. pls let me know ur thoughts. ok love u bye

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), angst

word count: 3.7k

summary: jake vents his frustrations to the reader. some truths come out.

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, angst, explicit sex scenes, etc.

“Rock ‘n roll’s not always sunshine and rainbows, you know.” A small, bratty smile played on Jake’s lips as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he drank, his eyes taking in your expression.

“What makes you say that?” You lifted an eyebrow at him curiously. He kicked back in his chair, bare feet propped on the little ottoman in front of him. His figure looked strangely out of place in your hotel room, so relaxed in the foreign place. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, ripped apart in your heated struggle against one another only minutes before; it was strange how quickly the two of you went from fondling each other to an existential discussion.

He emptied his drink, tossing the bottle easily into the trash bin in the corner. He folded his arms behind his head. His glassy eyes bored into you intensely; you squirmed a bit in your own seat across from him.

“So many things…” he sighed heavily. The heavy expression on his face made him look suddenly older; he looked as if he were carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders.

“It can’t be too bad,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “Waking up in a new city every morning. Meeting new people. Having thousands of people screaming your name.” You smiled cheekily.

The corner of his lips turned up, but he shook his head. “Who gives a shit how many people are screaming your name, if you don’t have anyone just saying it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean– picture this…” He splayed his hands out in front of him, as if lifting a poster into the air. “You’ve got all of these people who think they know you… They think they love you. They care about you in some parasocial way, of course, but…” he sighed again. “You’ve got no one there who actually knows you. Who actually cares about you.”

You frowned. “Jake, I’m sure there are plenty of people who actually care about you.”

He laughed. It was a humorless sound, almost bitter.

“That’s not what I mean, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant.

“The sex is fine,” he said, continuing on in his explanation.

“Just fine?”

“Just fine,” he said, voice almost bored. “Got about a dozen girls to keep my bed warm, sure, but what’s any of that good for?”

An amused smile graced your lips. You were too drunk to be having this discussion, and so was he. The whole thing was all over the place. You came up here just to be another one of those dozen girls, as you had time and time again. But sometimes you got your angsty Jake; every now and then, you were his escape. His person to vent to.

“Yet you keep coming back,” you said softly. He looked at you as if you had grown another head. He hated when you made sense, when you made him realize he had a part in all of his own problems. Whose fault was it that he kept fucking a different girl in every city?

“What?”

“You keep hooking up with random girls, instead of settling down. That’s what you’re getting at, right? You want someone who sees you… You want someone who’s yours.”

“Sure,” he said, still not following.

“But you don’t let yourself have it.”

“You’re saying this is my fault.”

“I’m saying you have a part in it, Jake,” you said reasonably. “You put all these walls up, all of these protections. The only time you’re vulnerable is when you’re drunk.”

“That’s not true,” he said. He almost sounded hurt.

“Well, that’s the only time you’re vulnerable with me. Of course, I wouldn’t know anything about your everyday life. You only call me when you want some ass.”

“That’s not true, either.”

He was looking hurt, now. His eyes softened, but you could see how hard he clenched his jaw. One of his hands picked at the frayed upholstery of the chair, his finger finding a string and twisting it roughly around his finger.

“I dunno,” you said, with a little more empathy, “it sometimes feels that way to me, at least. I never see you outside of these shitty hotel rooms.”

It was true; your only in-person meetings were hookups in stuffy hotel rooms, his dressing room, and the tour bus occasionally. You knew he was closer to you than most of the other girls he was sleeping with. The two of you could almost be considered good friends. You texted often, if not every day, and facetimed once or twice a week. But you had never been together outside of fucking each other once or twice every blue moon, when you ended up in the same city at the same time.

“I still talk to you outside of these places,” he said, voice weak. “It’s not like– like with the others. I can actually talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, regretting your previous words. “That was harsh, I’ll admit it… But I’d still like to see you outside of these four walls.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

The two of you were quiet. He stared out of the sliding glass door, out onto the balcony. You stared at him. Seeing him looking so torn apart made your stomach do a turn. His glossy eyes watched a plane passing by, miles and miles away, lights flickering in the darkness. You couldn’t tell if his eyes were wet from the drinks or because he was upset. You fidgeted with one of your rings, worried.

“I need a minute,” Jake breathed after a moment. He pushed out of the chair and ambled out onto the balcony, leaving the door cracked behind him. You pulled your bare feet up into your own chair, tucking them beneath you. Outside, Jake leaned over the balcony railing, breathing in the night. You recognized that he was probably feeling trapped by your presence, but still you wanted to go out there to him. Snake your arms around his waist and press your face into his back. You wanted to be skin-to-skin with him, breathing in the scent of his skin mixed with the cheap beer he had been drinking.

Several long, dragging minutes passed. You wondered if you should just leave, even though it was your hotel room. Being by yourself began to feel like the only option; when Jake got into one of his moods, it was very hard to drag him out. You didn’t want to leave him, but he was the type to close-off and run if you pushed him too far. Even worse, there was the possibility that he would storm off and find another girl to blow off his steam with. That was almost too much to handle.

He was able to breathe for almost ten minutes before you couldn’t take the aching silence anymore. You padded over to the glass door, and joined him outside. Without a word, you shuffled up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested your cheek against his back, smelling the leftover cologne and tangy scent of his sweat mingling on the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly. Your voice was barely audible over the sound of the busy streets below; it was early enough for people to still be out bar-hopping and being too loud in public. Even several stories up, Friday nights were always loud in the city after hours. “I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole back there.”

“‘S okay,” Jake said, though it didn’t sound like it was. “Just been having a hard time lately. I know it sounds cliche, but nobody understands.”

“No,” you agreed. “I guess I can’t understand what’s going through that pretty little head of yours.”

He chuckled lightly at your words.

“But I can listen, and I can be here for you. If you want me to, that is.”

With a deep breath, you felt him relax slightly under your touch. He wriggled in your arms, spinning around to face you. Leaning back against the railing, he was silhouetted by the shining red lights from the dive bar across the street. The air seemed to glow around him, enhancing his soft features and making him look even more upset. You reached for him, one of your hands pressing delicately against the side of his face. Tracing your thumb over his cheek, down to the corner of his lips, you pressed closer to him. He was beautiful, in a broken sort of way.

“You just gonna stare at me all night?”

You smiled. “God, I’m trying to have a moment here with you, Jake.”

His lips turned up, though it didn’t completely meet his eyes. “I’d like to have more than a moment with you, my dear,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned into you, his nose brushing yours as he hovered less than an inch away. His warm breath tickled your lips and cheeks as he eyed you.

“Guess it’s your turn to stare at me, then, huh?”

Your snarky reply was cut off by him pressing his mouth against yours. The kiss was slow, but there was an undertone of desperation to it. His lips were soft, like rose petals, pressing against yours firmly. He hooked one finger under your chin, lifting your face closer to his, opening you up for him. You clutched at the fabric of his shirt, bunching it in your hand as you tried your best to pull him even closer. The two of you stumbled drunkenly, pressing him back against the railing. Your skin was burning against his, you dressed in only your bra and his shirt halfway off.

One of your hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. He surrendered to you for a moment, taking his hands off of you for one second to shrug the fabric off before he was all over you again. One hand found the back of your neck and the other tangled roughly in your hair; you moaned against his lips–this was your Jake, fiery and burning against you. You clutched at his shoulder with one hand, while your other hand snaked between your bodies. Your fingers found the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button with practiced ease. Teasingly, you dragged your fingertips over the clothed form of his bulge, already straining against his pants.

He sighed against you, hips twitching imperceptibly. Your lips parted for half a second, both of you catching your breath before diving back in. At this, your hand pushed beyond the fabric of his jeans and underwear, finding his throbbing length.

He hissed then, feeling your fingertips touching him, whispering against the skin. You touched him just enough for him to feel it, your thumb ghosting over him to spread out the moisture from his leaking tip. You swallowed his moan with a smile, pleased that you had this effect on him. A second later, you pushed him back, pulling your raw lips away from him.

“What are you doing?” he asked impatiently, watching as you carefully peeled his pants down, exposing his cock to the cool night air.

“Seems like you need some special attention, Jakey.” You dropped to your knees without a second thought. You gazed up at him through your lashes as you tied your hair back from your face. The view of him from this angle was salacious, his hair slicked down on his forehead, eyes hooded as he watched you expectantly. A nasty little grin played on your lips as you finally leaned into him, gathering saliva in your mouth and licking a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. As you reached the tip, you gently parted your lips around him, swirling your tongue tenderly around the tip.

Jake groaned, a low, gravelly sound that sent a jolt down your spine and straight to your core. You couldn’t wait for him to lose his patience; you loved teasing him to the point of no return, loved getting him so worked up that he’d fuck you until the muscles in your legs seized up and you couldn’t walk. You drooled around his cock at the thought, ever so slowly bobbing your head and suckling softly. You couldn’t give him too much– you had to keep him just on the edge of toe-curling pleasure until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, speeding up your movements for a second before slowing down again, and repeating your ministrations over and over. You used one of your hands to hold his hips back against the balcony railing, while the other joined your mouth on his cock. Your movements had increased from slow and sensual to almost aggressive, thrusting him quickly towards his climax. As you flicked your tongue against the vein at the base of his cock, you could feel his thighs trembling slightly. Little whimpered moans and breathy pants of your name poured from his lips; he was so pretty standing there above you, unable to look you in the eyes as you took care of him. You adored the way he gazed down at you, almost hypnotized, then looked away as he became bashful at the sounds he was letting out.

Trying to ignore the needy throbbing between your own legs, you pushed yourself to the limit. Tears filled your eyes as you took him completely to the base, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat as you moaned around him. He moaned sharply, one of his hands tangling into your hair once again.

“Ah, Y/N, enough,” he hissed, pulling against the strands of your hair. You groaned in protest around him, still swirling your tongue with determination. Another pointed moan left his lips, but he still was pulling you away. “I said enough,” he growled, voice tinged with frustration. He dragged you up to your feet, one hand in your hair and the other gripping your arm.

You stared at him, wide-eyed with an excited sort of fear. Licking your lips, you looked at him with those doe eyes and waited for his next move.

“Feeling like a dirty girl tonight, huh?” The hand that was wrapped around your arm moved to circle around your throat. Your heart thrummed excitedly at the feeling of his calloused fingers pressing into the delicate, unmarked skin of your neck. He squeezed, perhaps harder than intended, and you winced as he pressed his lips to yours. A breathy sigh left your lips, the pain deliciously blooming beneath his fingers. You were dripping at the thought of what was coming next: Jake dragging you back into the room to drill you into the mattress.

But you were wrong.

“Think you need to be punished, my dirty girl,” he muttered as he pulled out of the kiss. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. You understand?”

“Hmm, yes, sir,” you responded. A mischievous glint flickered in your eyes; he knew you loved it when he treated you like a disobedient little brat.

“That’s right, baby,” he said, tracing his touch over the finger-shaped bruises blooming on your neck. He pulled your hair sharply, exposing your throat to him fully. He trailed his mouth down your jawline, marking the skin with his teeth before finding your neck and sucking a few marks into the skin. You writhed in his grip, desperate for him to get his hands on the rest of you. At this rate, you were going to orgasm from the gravelly sound of his voice egging you on.

“Take these off,” he hooked one finger into the waistband of your pants and snapped the waistband against your skin. You bit your lip; it crossed your mind to disobey him again, to see just how worked up you could get him, but you caught the look in his eyes and knew he wasn’t in a joking mood tonight. He was going to ruin you. You removed the pants, goosebumps prickling your burning skin as the cool night air surrounded you.

His eyes drank you in for a moment, dragging over the curves and valleys of your body hungrily. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath before he reached for you again. He directed you towards the balcony railing, pushing you against it. He placed one hand in the center of your back and pushed down, bending you over the cool metal. You hissed as it bit into your skin, but the pain was nothing in comparison to his burning touch. His other hand traced a path down your spine, over the curve of your ass, and found its way in between your legs. You were soaked clean through your panties, even your thighs were sticking together, slick with your arousal. Jake groaned throatily at the sight.

“You’re a fucking mess for me, baby,” he said, a dark chuckle tumbling from his lips.

“Only for you,” you said, voice shaky. Your legs were weak already; he practically had you on your tip-toes, chest pushed over the side of the railing; his body pressing you against the metal was the only thing keeping you grounded. The thrill of it all was only making you more needy for him.

There was a smile in his tone as he spoke again, “Look at you, baby, being all sweet for me now.” His palm traced up your soaked slit and found your ass, rubbing lovingly against the skin. “Oh, it’s just too bad I’m gonna have to mark this pretty little ass up…”

You gasped at his words, the hand quickly following his sentence with a sharp slap against your ass. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, your brows pulled together at the delightful pain spreading over your skin. Your core was throbbing desperately at this point, clenching around nothing. You needed him so badly you thought you might scream.

“Jake, please,” you breathed, unable to even form a proper sentence.

“Please, what?” he asked, voice curious.

“Just please, please do something,” you whined.

He laughed again. “I am doing something sweetheart…”

You groaned. At that, there was another ringing slap and burning pain blooming over the same spot. You knew you were going to be sore tomorrow, his handprint stained into your skin like a red and purple mosaic underneath your clothes. The sweet torture of his hand landing blows against you came again, and again as you begged him for mercy. By the end of it all, you were trembling so badly and aching between your legs so much that you were practically on the edge. As soon as he touched you, you thought you were going to explode.

Your dear Jake wasted no time.

“Ready for me, sweet baby? Ready for me to finish torturing your aching little pussy?” His words dripped with pure lust, hot and breathy in your ear. The spanking had done as much for him as it had for you, and that fact made things even worse. You squirmed wildly as he finally pressed against you, swollen tip finding your entrance with ease.

“Fuck me, please Jake,” you cried out. Your hands shook as you gripped the metal railing pressed into your stomach. There would be another mark for you to worry about in the morning, but you didn’t care. Jake bottomed out inside of you and an obscene noise tore from your lips, luckily still drowned out by the sound of the city below.

Sweat poured down your face as you grew dizzy at the feeling of his hips slamming into you. You could barely see, your vision swimming as your orgasm approached at the speed of light. Your knees had collapsed minutes ago, but Jake and the railing held you in place as he drilled into you. The pair of you were soaked through with your arousal, filthy wet noises joining the chorus of both of your moans and whines as he fucked you ruthlessly.

“Y/N, I need you to cum,” Jake breathed, pressing his forehead against your back. His lips found the skin of your shoulder, kissing you gently. The feeling drove you crazy, how gentle he was being despite his unwavering pace fucking into you. “I need you to cum, baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.” His breath fanned over your back.

He needn’t tell you twice. With a few more hard thrusts, his cock had you flying into your climax. You cried out his name, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that a thousand colors bloomed behind your eyelids. He rode you through your orgasm, hips growing shaky as he tried his hardest to hold his own off. You came down, still clenching around him, and he forced himself to pull out of you. His release painted the skin of your back, warm against your cooling skin. You breathed deeply as you pushed away from the balcony railing. The ache was finally beginning to settle into your body; you were sore all over.

Jake buttoned his pants back up, and retrieved his shirt from the floor so you could wear it. You hobbled clumsily back into the hotel room, letting him close the door behind the two of you.

“I’ll get you a rag,” he said gently, as you flopped face-down onto the bed. He returned from the bathroom, unhooking your bra and using the rag to wipe all his cum off of your skin. As he stood, one of his hands gently rubbed over the raw skin of your bare ass. You winced. “Sorry, baby.”

“‘S okay,” you muttered, voice weak. You were exhausted. He returned again, patiently dressing you in his shirt and buttoning it halfway. You muttered a garbled thanks, dazed as he joined you in your bed, curled up beneath the covers.

“Would now be a bad time to say that I was talking about us earlier?”

“What?” you asked. A yawn played on your lips, and you breathed him in as he snaked his arms around you. You buried your face into his neck.

“I just– I don’t wanna be fuckbuddies anymore, Y/N. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing your lips gently to his throat.

“‘Bout time you came out and said it.”

#jake x reader #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka imagine #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka smut #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet #gvf smut #gvf x reader #gvf imagine #gvf #my writing #queue are my special

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awoogayanderes · 2 months

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chapter six : you did as you were told

➪ sypnosis : you’re much more aware of things than what the doctor believed you were

➪ other notes : hi guys :3 here’s a new chapter, i didn’t like how it turned out but this is also kinda like a filler chapter that builds up afterwards, need reader with some trauma. also reader might seem a bit dramatic BUT PLS REMEMBER THAT SHES LITERALLY 13 IN THIS.

➪ warnings : manipulation, MORI IS A HOE !!!! ( as always )

you didn’t have anything to do, boredom often consumed you. so, on most days when your chores were completed, you pass your time outside. maybe even wandering on the outskirts of yokohama, memorizing the path back home easily. mori didn’t really care, well he didn’t notice much when he was caring for the old man you no longer saw.

you hummed quietly as you returned home, picking up a newspaper from a trash can. “rise of the armed detective agency” blah blah, “more violence on the streets” blah blah, “the sheep strike again.” now that interested you. how shameful it is that such a violent group is named after a docile animal.

shaking your head, you throw the newspaper back into another trash can. when you get to the doctor’s house, there’s a slight hesitation when you place your hand on the door knob. nevertheless, there was no other place for you to go. the door creaks, the hinges on their last life. when you walk into the kitchen, you can see the doctor surrounded in papers.

“how was your day, dear ?” the doctor asks as he looks up. “fine, how was yours ?” you ask, already wondering why he was home. “same old, same old,” he says. “why are you here early ?” your thoughts become dialogue. “he wants to be alone,” mori says, knowing what you’re indicating. you hum in response.

“can he can think properly ?” you ask. the doctor shakes his head, “pity isn’t it ?” a scoff leaves your lips by accident. “he should still be able to be conscious of his thoughts, he’s not schizophrenic,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows. mori parts his lips before giving you a smile, but there was an uncomfortable curve of his lips that made you shut your mouth.

“my, my, how lovely it is to see you pay such attention to keen details,” mori says. you don’t say anything, you felt, almost scared. no, not almost, you were scared. “what are you doing to him ?” you quietly ask. “me ? nothing,” he says, a calm tone on his words. “how much longer does he actually have ?” you ask.

“a month,” the doctor sighs. your lips part as a small gasp leaves your lips. “you’re destroying his brain…?” you ask, almost hesitantly. you knew that the doctor wasn’t…well not a good doctor but all doctors save lives don’t they ?! “he asked about you the other day, he believed you were his daughter,” the doctor sighed, still not answering your question.

“you told me…you have told me that death comes naturally, that doctors should never be the cause of death,” you say, courage taking over you. “but you’re who’s killing him, my dear, you’re the one who supplied the medicine, you started the process,” mori says, standing up, and that’s when you freeze.

you ? a soon to be murderer ? but you just did what you were ordered to do in your time with him, give the boss the same medication every day. the doctor grabs your hands, holding them in his own before leaning down. “his blood is on your hands.” he whispers, meeting eye to eye with you. not realizing you’re shaking, the doctor lets go of your cold hands and stands up to his normal height, still in front of you.

“you did as you were told, but you are still at fault here, you are the reason he will die,” mori says, looking down at your smaller frame, yours eyes wide. you feel your heart in your throat, you only wanted to comply with what the doctor said, nothing more, nothing less. yet you were to blame, yet you ARE to blame.

“have a pleasant rest of your evening, my dear,” the doctor says, leaving you in the middle of the kitchen, in the same position with your hands out, it was as if you were frozen. you could only see the sun slowly droop and the night sky reigned, as you thought to yourself in misery. you only did as you were told.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #bsd #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd manga #bsd x reader #bsd manga spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd mori ougai #bsd mori #bsd spoilers #bsd fic #bsd imagines #bsd angst #bsd hurt comfort

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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Mine

pairings; bodyguard!beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings; Rough sex, doggy, riding, condom use, jealous beomgyu, sir kink, dom!gyu, sub!reader, slight nipple play, fingering, masturbation(F), wet dreams, mutual pining, car sex.

A/N; i loved writing this omg, and btw L/n means your last name just in case you didn’t know!!

i am not responsible for the media you consume but pls do not read if you’re a minor 💗

“I’m a big girl, I don’t need a babysitter”

You can’t believe this, just because your father is unbelievably wealthy suddenly means you need to be babysat like a child. All because of some random threat about ransom or something that was mailed to your house, whatever.

You eye him as your father explains. His hair sits at the back of his neck, almost like a mullet. Dark strands frame his face and make his eyes darker than they already are. He wears black dress pants and a white dress shirt, maybe this won’t be so bad.

“Y/n this is for your safety, he’ll escort you places and i’ve decided to give him the spare bedroom” Your dad insisted, you knew there wasn’t a way around this so you settled with a small smile as he shakes your hand and introduces himself.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. L/n. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot of each other". You nod and excuse yourself.

Is he seriously going to ‘escort’ you everywhere? What’s next? Is he gonna wipe you too?

Your scowl deepens as you finally make it through your bedrooms door frame, it’s late and maybe everything will be okay tomorrow when you wake up.

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“Are you going to come to the mall today?”

Karina asks over the phone, you groan in remembrance—she asked you the other day and you said yes. But that was before you got a babysitter.

“Yea l’ll be there”

She cheers and quickly says her goodbyes. There’s no way you’re going out with a babysitter, you’re 19 not 5. You’d be the laughing stalk of your friend group.

Great. Now you have to figure out how to sneak out without the warden finding out. You’re gonna have to be careful. Peering outside your window you notice the tree perched right next to it, could you make that work? The tree wasn’t very big, but there was a branch that stretched right to your window.

Checking the time on your phone you shove the device in your purse and shrug it on. The window opened with a flick to the lock and you gripped the branch firmly before inching closer and closer to the edge. You could probably just-

“And what do you think you’re doing?” An amused voice sounds from behind you.

Your eyes close with a deep sigh and you take a second before gazing over your shoulder, Beomgyu tilts his head to the side and cocks an eyebrow. “Nothing, I was doing nothing. Now if you excuse me I’m going to the kitchen”. You might’ve been caught but that doesn’t mean you won’t keep trying.

“You wouldn’t mind if I went with you then. Right, Ms. L/n?”

“Why would you? I’m just going to the kitchen” Your lips are pulled into a tight-lipped smile. “Exactly, so you wouldn’t mind, correct?” You narrow your eyes at him and clench your fists, “Fine”.

You have one more trick up your sleeve as you both step down the stairs and through your elegant living room. You stop at the entrance of the kitchen and turn to him, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”.

You think he doesn’t see through you as he nods and takes a seat at the oak table sat to his far left. The closest bathroom was a corner away and you try and hold back your smirk on your way there. The bathroom is a pristine beige color and it almost sparkles because of how clean it is. The toilet is to your right, the sink is to your left, and the window is right in front of you. It’s higher up so nobody can look in so you have to step on the trash can to shimmy your way through it.

‘I knew this would work’ you think, your feet hit the ground with a soft thud and you haul ass to your car that’s waiting prettily for you. Your phone dings in your purse as you pop open the door and angle yourself into it. You only get to the passcode screen when someone clears their throat. Almost dropping your phone in terror you whip your head to the passenger side and stare in awe at Beomgyu.

“What the fuck?” It’s almost a whisper but you know he heard you as he smugly smirks. “Didn’t think I was that gullible did you, Ms. L/n? Where are we going?” He starts pulling the seatbelt over his broad chest and shoulders while you try and not kick and scream in annoyance.

Fine, he wins. “The mall”. You mutter as you press down the brake and turn on the car.

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The drive to the mall was quiet, and yet, still annoying to you.

You park the car and turn to him, “Please don’t embarrass me infront of my friends, I really don’t feel like being laughed at today” You sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Ms. L/n” He says as he exits the car, you try not to think about it as you do the same and walk through the busy parking lot. The entrance is flooded with people because of a, apparently, really popular kiosk. The minute you almost get knocked over is when Beomgyu settles his left hand on the small of your back and guides you.

Your breathing hitches for a second and you pray he doesn’t hear it. The food court comes into focus and he drops his appendage from your back, the loss of heat and contact catches your attention until you spy your friends. Sighing, you prepare yourself to be teased.

“Hey guys” You smile as you find an empty seat, Beomgyu finds an empty table behind you and sits down—spreading his legs hotly as he peers around the building.

“I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think you’re being followed” Momo whispers to you, a nervous chuckles leaves you and you explain, “Heh…that’s just Beomgyu. My..uh..bodyguard..” You flinch at the giggling that erupts after that. Typical.

“Why doesn’t he sit with us then? Beomgyu pull up a chair, you never know if Y/n might start choking” Karina cackles, causing the other girls to start as well. Looking down at your lap you hear him get up and settle into the seat at the end of the table you’re closest to.

“It’s nice to meet Ms. L/n's friends, I'm Choi Beomgyu. You are?” He wears a blank expression at Karina, who is currently leaning on her hand at the moment. You know her and the exact thing she’s doing right now. Yea Beomgyu was attractive, but he was also your bodyguard. Karina wouldn’t shoot her shot right?

“I’m Karina, how old are you? I mean, you look so young..” She scrapes her bottom lop with her teeth, giving him a flirty smile. Your eyebrows furrow at her blatant flirting.

“I’m 21”

Wow, that suit makes him look a lot older. Who knew he was only 2 years older than you. Karina’s smile deepens as she goes to say something else, “I’m 21 too, Y/n’s only 19 though, she’s such a baby compared to us” She giggles into her hand.

You make eye contact with Beomgyu but you can’t hold it for long, this was so embarrassing. You were constantly mocked for your age in this group, now you know why.

“Karina, it’s only 2 years…” You trail off, playing with your fingers.

“You’re right but look at you” She reaches over and pinches one of your cheeks before a firm grip lands on her wrist. She lets go out of shock, gasping at the act Beomgyu performs. When she’s far enough away he lets go of her. Your eyes widen and heat rises to your cheeks.

Somehow she isn’t phased at all by this, it seems to only spurr her on further. “Wow, Beomgyu. You have a firm grip, I can tell you’re good with your hands”. You roll your eyes and stop yourself from scoffing.

Soon, Beomgyu looks at his phone and lets you know your father needs him. Which means you both have to leave. Sighing in relief, you say your goodbyes and borderline run out of the mall.

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Pulling into your driveway you settle your head on your steering wheel for a moment.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/n?” His voice is soft and you sigh before answering, “Yea, I guess so”. He doesn't pry any further as you both shuffle out of your car.

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That was so embarrassing, you haven't left your room in hours because of it. Also because you keep thinking about how hot it was for Beomgyu to do that. Surprisingly, guilt starts to consume you. He hasn't even been here a day and you've already been such a bitch. Your shoulders fall as you make a deal with yourself to try and be nicer.

Flinching at the loud squeak of your bedroom door as you exit through it, you find yourself at the blocked entrance of the spare bedroom. The dark oak of the wood almost taunts you, you raise a hand to knock, hesitantly. Light shuffles can be heard behind it before it opens to reveal Beomgyu dressed in a black shirt and black sweat pants, a small towel hangs around his neck as he actively drys his hair off.

"Yes, Ms. L/n? Is something wrong?" He looks at you, waiting. "I, uh, wanted to apologize. I understand you're here for my safety and I appreciate it". You don't meet his eyes as you mutter out the apology.

You almost gasp when he presses the pad of his index finger under your chin and lifts your head up to his eye level. A kind smile is on his lips and you hope he can't read your facial expressions. "Nothing to apologize for, it takes time getting used to. I think we're going to..get along..just fine"

You only offer a smile in return, you do not trust your voice right now. The shuffle back to your room was quick, as your mind is racing with thoughts of him. Your heart is going crazy under your ribcage and you wring your fingers together as you think about it. The way he phrased his sentence, ‘I think we’re going to get along just fine’, it had you already overthinking.

Closing the door behind you, you throw yourself on the bed and trace the spot on your chin that he touched. You've never been like this with other people you've found attractive, but Beomgyu just...makes you feel so vulnerable.

"Ms. L/n, dinner is ready. Would you prefer to eat in your room?" That's probably your chef, Mrs. Kim.

"I'll be down in a minute. Thank you". You respond, she hums and you sit up, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. Your clothed feet pad against the wood flooring as you leave your bedroom. At the same time you see Beomgyu enter his with a plate, slightly frowning you once again knock on his door.

He opens it with his hands free, "Yes, Ms. L/n?"

"You should eat downstairs with me..y'know since my dad is usually busy..." You try and play off the kind gesture cooly, he stares at you for a second before nodding. "Alright" he turns around as you walk off to the kitchen. At the dining table there's already a pre-prepped place for you along with some water. Your heart rate spikes at the thought of you two eating dinner together, alone—well almost, Mrs. Kim is currently doing the dishes.

As you take a seat you spot Beomgyu enter the kitchen, heading right for you. He picks the seat right across from you and silently sets his stuff down. You pick up your fork and start twirling the pasta with it, trying to remain as clean as possible while you eat.

"So, Ms. L/n, any plans for tomorrow?" His voice cuts through the silence like a knife and it almost scares you, you eventually meet his eyes even though you still find it difficult. "Not yet, I might try and see a movie, though. I'm not sure"

"Sounds like fun, I could use a movie" His humor is dry and it causes a giggle to leave you. Your mouth opens as you go to respond but it closes quickly when his foot brushes against yours. You play it off with a clearing of your throat and go back to poking and twirling your food.

You both finish eating around the same time and he goes to pick up your plate for you, "It's okay, Beomgyu". He dismisses your concerns and picks it up anyway, thanking Mrs. Kim as she takes it from him.

"Thank you for eating with me, Beomgyu. I'm gonna go to sleep" You rub at your eyes, and he doesn't respond for a second as he gazes at you.

"Of course, Ms. L/n. Goodnight". He smiles warmly and you try not to ogle him too much.

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You're sprawled out under your covers, tossing and turning before sitting up. Your dream was scarily realistic. You were never a wet-dream type of person, but it started with you running your hands through his hair, something you think about quite a lot. Then the dream took a drastic turn and he's soon dragging his lips over the skin of your neck as he hovers over your bent over position.

His dirty words still fresh in your mind, "Take it" "My girl" "You're mine". The memory brings your attention to the heat flaring in your lower abdomen. Your core pulses in need and you tip your head back and groan in frustration. Falling flat on your back again, you sigh and drag a hand down to the waistband of your shorts.

Are you seriously gonna do this right now? Yes, yes you are.

Your fingers meet your clit and you buck up at the flicker of pleasure. Images of Beomgyu pop into your mind and it has the feeling of your fingers against you heightening. "You like it when I touch you? Hm?" You picture him saying, the fingers rolling your clit stop so they can circle your opening and dip themselves into it. You know his fingers would feel so much better in you.

The slight stretch of your own fingers probably wouldn't even compare to his, the thought has you biting your lip desperately trying to keep down the whimpers and moans threatening to spill. Beomgyu's room resides next to yours and you couldn't look him in the eyes if he caught you.

You fasten the pace imagining what he’d look like pleasuring you. The coil in you tightens and you're already so close.

"Aw you're gonna cum? All for me?" You imagine again, the imaginative dirty talk has your free hand gripping your sheets, and your hips lift helplessly as you ride out your high.

When you come back down a wave of exhaustion hits you and find a comfy position to fall back asleep in.

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“Did you sleep well, Ms. L/n?” Beomgyu asks as he joins you in the kitchen. You’re mid sip into a cup of tea and the question has you choking. His eyes widen a fraction and he strides over to you to give you a pat on the back. You swallow the liquid and cough slightly before answering.

“Thank you, and yes, I did. Hopefully you slept well in your new room”. Hesitantly taking another sip, your eyes drift down his face to the expanse of his clothed chest before looking away from him completely.

“I did, have you decided on any plans today?”.

“Oh, yea. A movie sounds good”.

He smiles at you and nods, “Great, what time does it start?”.

“Uh, 6:30 I believe” He nods at you again and you excuse yourself to your room. What should you wear? You’re not exactly trying to seduce him…..but. You have a giant walk in closet, inside is probably thousands of items of clothing. The fuzzy rug under your feet calms your nerves slightly as you take a seat on the chair to your vanity.

The movie starts in about 8 hours but you don’t really have anything better to do, plus your anxiousness has time warping in your mind. Peering around the bright white room, you try and think of an outfit. It’s summer but it’s usually really cold in theatres. You’ll just pair whatever you wear with a jacket or something.

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It took you about 30 minutes to think of an outfit, but you were finally done. Next is to shower. Thankfully there’s a bathroom connected to your room. Reaching it, you switch on the light and make a B line for the shower. The handle is cold under your grip as you turn it, but nothing happens. Your eyebrows furrow as you push the handle further, but still, nothing happens.

You grab your phone that you put on the counter and scroll through your contacts until you find your dads number. It rings for a second,

“Hello?”.

“Dad I think my shower is broken, I keep turning the handle but nothing comes out”.

You hold back a whine, there’s only like 3 showers in this house.

Your dad might be incredibly wealthy, but he’s smart. He decided to not buy a giant mansion so he could use his money for other things.

“I’ll call the plumber or something, try my shower?”.

You nod at his suggestion before realizing he can’t see you, “I will, thank you. I love you”.

“I love you too, bye”.

The call ends and you let out a huff, you turn on your heel—grab your towel, as well as different soaps, and exit your bathroom and then your bedroom. Your dads room was right at the end of the hallway, pushing open the double doors you pad into his bathroom and try his shower. Nothing.

“Goddamnit” you groan.

Taking out your phone you decide to text him this time.

Your shower isn’t working either, what do I do?

He responds quickly.

Try the one in the spare bedroom, I’m sure Beomgyu wouldn’t mind sharing.

You stare at your phone in shock, Beomgyu’s? But that’s in his room…

Your nerves flare but you do it anyway, the walk to his door suddenly feels like miles. Gripping he towel hung over your arm, you stop at his door and knock softly.

“Can I help you, Ms. L/n?”. The polite name he uses for you is fine and all, but you kinda wish he would just call you Y/n.

“Can I use your shower? Mine and my dads aren’t working”. You practically radiate nervousness as you ask.

“Yea, of course. Go right ahead” He steps aside to let you in. You’ve been in here only a few times but you know it’s changed. It has personality now, there’s clothes neatly laid out on a chair in the corner. The bed is made but is slightly messed up, and it smells heavenly.

You spot the bathroom and shuffle to it, letting out a shaky sigh when the door closes behind you. Taking a glance at the sink you spot a razor, a tooth brush, and toothpaste. Nothing crazy.

You place your shampoo and conditioner on the ground of the shower as well as your body soap. This shower was almost as big as yours, it wasn’t part bathtub either. It was a nicely sized, walk-in shower.

You stare at the handle before grabbing it and turning, you sigh in relief as the water actually comes out of it. Turning it to your preferred temperature you undress yourself. A thought has you stopping—shirt half way off. Beomgyu is on the other side of this door, and you’re going to be showering…..naked.

You shake your head at the thought and finish taking off the clothing.

The water feels nice on your tense shoulders, you try your hardest to pay attention to the actual shower instead of Beomgyu, which is proving to be difficult.

Finally you wash the soap off of you and work the conditioner out of your hair, you’re finally done. Turning off the water, you wring out extra water from your hair and grab your towel. Drying off your hair went fast as well as drying off the rest of your body.

The towel is quickly wrapped around you, one hand is occupied holding your towel together securely so you decide to come back and get your stuff later since you wouldn’t be able to hold it all. You have to leave now. Through the door. You stare at the white wood and hype yourself up. It seems to have worked but the second you open it, all of the confidence drains from you.

“Thank you” You mutter while walking through the room, to the door. He looks at you and, slightly, tilts his head.

“It’s my pleasure, Ms. L/n”

Trying your best not to gawk at him was tricky but you managed to leave his room in one piece. There’s a part of you that’s relieved but a bigger part of you that’s a little disappointed.

Your clothes are splayed across your bed and you drop the towel around you before slipping on the new outfit. Now you just gotta do the rest.

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Looking over yourself in the mirror, you deem your work finally done and stand up. You stretch for a second before picking out your shoes. Should you wear heels? Sandals? Maybe even boots? Tapping your finger lightly against your chin, you make your decision and drag out your choice of shoe.

There’s a large clock on of your wall and you peek at it. It’s currently 1:30 PM. Unexpectedly, a knock sounds from your door.

Gingerly opening the door you’re met with Beomgyu, he gives you a polite smile and asks, “What movie are we seeing?”. You notice the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and you yearn for something, you’re not sure what but the urge is there.

“Oh, yea, uh, some rom com. I forgot the title, sorry if you don’t like rom coms”. There’s a tinge of guilt that strikes you, you didn’t even ask him what movie he’d like to go see.

“No no, it’s okay. Thank you, Ms. L/n”. His smile deepens before he walks away, you watch him as he descends the stairs. Would it be crazy of you to think of this as a date? You know this is his job but there’s a small part of you that might believe he has a thing for you. That’s probably just the delusion though.

///////////////

The time reads 6:10, it’s finally time to leave. You’ve been alternating between the kitchen and your room for the past several hours. You pull on your shoes and grab your purse—shoving your phone into it. Swinging open your door, you step into the hallway and down the stairs.

Beomgyu is on your couch, doing something on his phone before he takes notice of your presence. “Ready?” He asks, you nod and wait for him to get up and put his shoes on before opening the door. The way he’s walking next you to has one of his hands brushing up against your arm and you fight the urge to grip your heart.

Your car comes into view and you dig out your keys from your mess of a purse. The car responds to the unlock button and you both get in. The theatre isn’t too far away so you have plenty of time, as you put the car into reverse you spot Beomgyu’s thighs. They would probably make the best seat, you’re so attracted to him it’s crazy.

You come to a stop light and see his hand in your peripheral rub the clothed skin of his thigh and give it a light squeeze. That has you clenching your thighs together, his hands would feel like heaven against you.

The light turns green and you let out a, silent, shaky breath. Another turn and you’re pulling into the theatre’s parking lot. It’s always packed in the summer so you hope you find good seats. The place is crowded and in, apparent, Beomgyu fashion he settles a hand on dip of your lower back until you get to the front desk.

You greet them and ask for 2 tickets to the movie you were gonna watch, the lady smiles at you both and says, “This movie is perfect for couples, enjoy”. As you give her the money. Your eyes widen and you go to deny it.

“Oh, N-“ But you were cut off.

“That’s great, thank you”. Beomgyu speaks over you, pulling you to the concession stand by the hand on your back. Your face and ears feel hot and you hope it’s not noticeable, but you don’t say anything to him about it as you wait in line. He rubs his thumb on your skin ever so slightly and you kinda just wanna jump his bones right now.

“Next”.

The menu is filled with different candies, drinks, and greasy foods. Your eyes land on your favorite candy so you add that to your mental food cart. You’ll get a water too.

As you’re almost done ordering you forget to add the last thing, “Can I also get a large popcorn, please?”. The cashier nods and gathers all of the food and drinks you both ordered, you pay for the last time and search for theatre 18.

“Do you think it’s this way? Or that way?”. You mutter at him, there’s a fork in the road and a sea of people. He drags you one way with a hand now settled, snuggly, against your waist.

Turns out he was right , theatre 18 is at the end of this long, crowded, hallway. The hand on your waist maneuvers you around people and it has you thinking of some pretty inappropriate thoughts.

You enter the theatre and look for any open spots, there’s single chairs sprinkled through out but you can spot 3 empty ones all the way in the back. Getting his attention, you point at them.

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So far the movie is okay, you expected better but it’s kinda boring. You’re half way through the popcorn Beomgyu is currently eating. You discreetly watch him, that ransom threat was the best thing to ever happen to you. You now get to hang out with Beomgyu for god knows how long. He takes notice of your staring and turns to you, “Do you want some?”. Her refers to the popcorn and you panic, if you don’t take it how will you explain your staring? If you do take it you will pop, you can’t eat anymore.

“Oh, um. I’m okay, thank you…” The sheepish look on your face is obvious even if he can’t see you very well. You turn back to the screen and swallow the nerves beginning to build in your throat. The shadows cast upon his face made him look even more chiseled and it did things to you.

The one thing that made your insides turn into literal soup was when a loud scene was unfolding, Beomgyu tapped you on the shoulder to say something but you couldn’t hear him. You mouth ‘what’?’ so he leans in and brushes the shell of your ear with his lips.

“Can you pass the popcorn?”.

The question was innocent, yet a shiver runs through your spine and goosebumps bloom across your neck. You seriously wouldn’t mind if he bent you over infront of everyone in this theatre.

Your breath is shaky as you exhale while plucking the bowl off the ground. You assume he says ‘thank you’ as his lips move.

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“Good movie, what did you think?” You agree and think about what you liked about it. Honestly, you were barely paying attention. Beomgyu takes up your mind 99% of the time.

“I loved that one part…with the flowers”.

“Oh, me too. What about that one part with the bear?” He looks at you excitedly and your eyes slightly widen.

“Loved that part, too. It was great”.

Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden guffaw he lets out, “There wasn’t a bear in the movie, you weren’t paying attention were you?”.

He laughs harder at the look on your face as you get closer to the bathrooms, still giggling he says, “I’m gonna be right back. Stay here”

You purse your lips until you giggle too. There’s a bench directly to your left and you go to set everything down, sitting after. People of all shapes and sizes walk through the hallway as you sit.The unexpected tap on your shoulder has you whipping your head to the side.

A man stands there, he wears sunglasses—indoors, and carries a flirtatious smile. You’re immediately not interested, “Can I help you?”.

He’s already getting on your nerves and he hasn’t even said anything yet. Other men just aren’t as good as Beomgyu.

“I see you’re sitting here alone. Need some company?” He says before taking a seat WAY too close to you. You hold back the sound of disgust and laugh nervously. “I’m okay”. You scoot away from him but it only seems to egg him on as he scoots closer.

“Listen dude, can you fuck off? I’m not interested”. You huff at him, his smile drops and his mouth opens ready to say something.

“Listen, you bi-“.

“Can I help you?”. You hear, Beomgyu stands to your right with an, incredibly, intimidating look on his face. Just like when you met him his hair falls infront of his eyes and it fully catches your attention. You don’t even look towards the other dude, completely forgetting about him and the interaction.

Beomgyu huffs and just like before, you want to jump his bones. Your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably and you wish you could ask him to help you out. His shoulders drop slowly and he grabs your wrist, yanking you up and through the dispersing crowd. You trip over your feet a few times before he lets go of you in the parking lot.

“Give me your keys”. His deep voice almost startles you, rummaging through your purse you finally find them and give it to him. Unlocking your car, he politely opens the passenger door for you before rounding the front of the vehicle and hopping in the drivers seat.

“Are you okay?”. You ask in a small voice, you stare at him wide eyed and a bit afraid. His, large, hands grip your steering wheel tightly. The veins in them popping out deliciously.

“Y/n”.

He looks over at you and your blood freezes, he’s never called you that before. And the look he’s giving you through his hair has your hands clenching.

“Y-yes?”. Your voice is shaky and soft as his, harsh, gaze pierces through you.

“I-”.

RING

He sighs and fishes out the phone from his left pocket, “Hello?”.

You don’t hear the other person on the line as Beomgyu swallows his anger.

“Yes, Sir”. He pulls the device away from his ear as the call ends.

“We’re going home”.

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The entire car ride was tense, with sexual tension or normal tension—you’re not sure. Either way you open your window to alleviate the rising heat in your body.

Beomgyu is silent even after you park and enter the house. Your shoulders slump as you enter the threshold of your room, but of course, your phone rings at the same time. ‘Karina’ pops up and you mentally pepare yourself.

“Hey”

“Hey, y/n. We’re all going out clubbing tonight, you should come”

“I’m gonna have to break out my fake ID but okay, pick me up in an hour?”

“Sounds good, and bring that bodyguard of yours” She giggles.

You let a fake laugh and say your goodbyes. There’s no way you’re bringing him, you’re gonna actually have to sneak out successfully this time.

“Ms. L/n, can I come in?” The voice is distinct and has you almost swooning.

“Yea, come in”

He wears a tired expression, “I’m going to sleep but I wanted to apologize for earlier. I’m not sure what came over me”.

“Oh, it’s okay. Don’t apologize”. The reassuring smile on your face mends his overactive mind and thoughts. “Thank you, Ms. L/n. I’ll see you in the morning”. When he leaves, you feel guilty for trying to sneak out, but you honestly wanna find someone to take your mind off of him.

Your closet is full of dresses and you’re stumped between 3 cocktail ones. Holding them up by the hanger, you pose with them infront your mirror. Your mind is made up relatively fast as you pick the 2nd one. It’s a short, black, dress with a deep v cut.

Now onto shoes, should you wear a taller heel? They’re cute but moving will be painful. Flats? Ew no. So, you meet in the middle and settle on some really cute mary janes.

After you’re done getting ready and take a seat on your bed, what if Beomgyu saw you in this? Would he be grossed out? Would he think you were pretty? Wow, you have such a fat crush on him. You usually weren’t one for lovey dovey stuff. But Beomgyu brought out such intense feelings from the bottom of your heart. Just thinking about him has your heart rate spiking. A ding from your phone startles you.

karina; Be there in 20

Letting out a soft sigh, you lean back to grab at your remote, putting on some random show. Maybe that’ll make it seem like you’re really in here later, you’re hoping.

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You get the text that she’s waiting for you so you slip off your shoes and quietly pad across the hallway. The house is pitch black and you have to use your phone flashlight while you descend the stairs. You unlock the door quietly and open it the same. Standing on your porch, you ever so slightly close the door, relief floods you as you get it closed.

Her headlights light up your garage door and you worry that might wake Beomgyu up.

“Aw you didn’t bring your boy toy, you’re no fun y/n” Karina whines, you hold back the eye roll as you jokingly apologize. Excitement courses through you as you think of the guys that might be there, they might even be hotter than Beomgyu. But you’re honestly not sure if that’s possible. Clipping back on your shoes you buckle your seatbelt and lean back.

The ride there was full of loud music and giggling. When Karina wasn’t teasing you you really enjoyed spending time with your friends.

“Alright, we’re here ladies”. She says as she finds a parking spot. The small purse in your hand is snug in your palms as everybody stumbles out. The line to the door isn’t very long, thankfully. Getting in you all crack jokes and laugh until you spot someone who’s ahead of you in line. Tonight is gonna be great if theres more people that look like him.

“ID’s”. The staff asks, he’s a giant burly dude with a beard and watermelon sized biceps. You’re the last to be checked and you almost think he sees right through your bullshit. The man narrows his eyes at your ID and hands it back to you.

“Good to go”.

You smile brightly and stride into the club. It’s unbelievably loud, red and blue lasers litter the air and you instantly recognize the song. “Let’s go drink first”. Momo chimes in, holding as many hands as she can so nobody gets lost. You all shimmy through the crowd and you could really use Beomgyu right now, you’ve gotten a bit used to being guided through large groups of people.

The bar is surprisingly empty as you all take a seat next to each other, it’s nice being a good distance away from everyone for once in here.

“What can I get you ladies?”.

They spew off their orders, and to be honest, you’ve never heard of half of them. When the man turns to you notice he has similar hair to Beomgyu.

You seriously need to stop thinking about him, oh my god. You don’t need anything strong so you settle with a margarita, just something to loosen you up a little. He nods and turns around, grabbing bottles and cups.

“I’m shocked you were able to sneak out, Y/n. I’ve taught you well”. Karina giggles, almost tripping over air. Karina can be such a good friend when she wants to be, but when men are involved she’s completely different.

“Thanks for asking me to come along, I appreciate it” You softly smile.

Her features soften and she smiles back, turning to the bartender when he gives her her drink. The margarita that sits in front of you looks tropical and delicious. The little umbrella makes you chuckle as you take a sip, you’re not a big fan of alcohol so it’s nice.

“Oh my god, did you hear about Taehyun?”. Momo giggles, you don’t really bother paying attention to the gossip so you scan the area you’re in. It’s hard to see very far, because of the people and how dark it is but you can just barely make out the guy from the line earlier. He’s walking towards the bar, his lips seem to form a natural pout as he saunters over to a seat not far from you.

The bartender notices him and you can’t figure out what he ordered. You don’t even notice how long you’v been staring for until he makes eye contact with you. Loose strands of his hair fall in front of his enticing eyes and it draws you in.

You watch as his eyes drift from yours, down your figure and then back up. His lip is trapped under his front teeth as he checks you out. Surprisingly, he gives you a flirty wave and a wink after he downs the shot he ordered.

His face is undeniably attractive, his obvious confidence only adds on to it. The man looks away eventually so you do the same, turning back to your friends who are shoving each other at the moment.

“Hey”.

You almost jump at the voice to your side, turning to it you discover it’s the guy from before. Wow, he looks so much better up close. His hair is pushed back aside from some strands in his face.

“Hi, can I help you?”. You hope the smile on your face makes your sentence not as off putting. He glances away for a second as he lightly chuckles, his thumb comes up to swipe at his bottom lip.

“I’m Yeonjun, I just wanted to say that you look stunning”. His voice is sultry and laced with honey, if you weren’t sitting your knees would probably buckle. You shyly giggle and wave off his compliment.

“I’m y/n”. The smirk on his face is alluring as he checks you out up close.

“Well, Y/n. Would you like to dance?”. His hand brushes against your waist and you try not to be too eager as you respond. “I’d love to”. Turning to your friends you nod at him so they get the idea, they all give you the thumbs up and wink at you playfully.

Yeonjun stands and holds out his hand, “Shall we?”. You grin at him and take his hand, he guides you through the sea of people to the filled dance floor and places his hands on your hips. You get the idea pretty quickly as he presses into your backside, the first grind tests the waters and the second is more needy. Soon you are grinding into him to the beat of the random song playing, your hand slithers up his form to his nape and the other one grips one of his own holding your waist.

Yeonjun leans down to whisper into your warmed ears, “You’re really good at this”. You almost moan when his lips skim over the skin of your neck, when you grind into him harder he meets you halfway and you’re basically fucking on the dance floor.

He takes it a step further and lands open mouthed kisses on your neck, the scrape of his teeth against your pulse point has you clenching your thighs tightly.

“Do you wanna-”. Yeonjun is unfortunately cut off when your arm is harshly tugged, you’re ripped from him and only get to let out a “Call me”. You really hope he remembers the girls you were with so this isn’t the last time you see him.

Now…what the fuck? You can barely see the person dragging you because they’re weaving through so many people, the lights don’t help either. You think the person would stop once you’re off the dance floor but they drag you fully outside.

“Beomgyu?”. Oh shit, how did he find you? Is he gonna tell your dad?

He doesn’t say anything as he drags you to your own car. It’s already unlocked as he pushes you into the passenger seat, memories flash back to the first time this happened. He gets in and anger quickly floods in your brain. You were so close to forgetting all about your suffocating crush on him, Yeonjun was the perfect person to take your mind off of Beomgyu.

“What’s your problem?”. You finally say as he drives down a busy road, you can’t see his face because of his hair but you honestly don’t care if he’s mad.

“Like seriously, I was having a great time and you just had to ruin it. Thanks a lot, asshole”. You spit at him, you wanna cry so bad. Just being with Beomgyu taunts you. That seems to strike a nerve with him as he jerks the car to suddenly turn, you end up in a dark and empty parking lot. The only light is from a dim light post at the entrance.

You don’t try and stop your word vomit. “I was finally getting along with my friends too, everything was going fine. Do you realize how hard it is to be around you?” Knowing where this is going your eyes well with tears, it has to be said. “I was finally distracting myself from you and what do you do? Mess it up, i’m so tired of pining after you. All I wanted to do was forget how much i fucking like y-” Your words are silent as one of his hands cradles your face while he leans down to kiss you.

His lips are just as soft as you expected them to be, maybe even more. You can feel how nervous he is as he presses harder into you, changing the atmosphere of the kiss. He breaks away for a split second to harshly pant against your lips before connecting them again and almost devouring your lips. You kiss back with just as much force, a gravelly groan escapes him at your action and he maneuvers the hand on your cheek to grip your jaw.

Wordlessly, he ushers you on his lap—never breaking the searing, lustful, kiss you’re sharing. His hands roam your abdomen but end up on your waist.

“You look so slutty for me in this dress”. He mutters against your lips. You reply with an experimental grind into his crotch. Both of you react with a light sound and his grip on you tightens to help you swivel your hips on him correctly.

He’s getting harder by the second and it has your mind reeling. You fully pull away to whine, “Touch me, Gyu”.

“Watch it, pretty girl. I don’t think you’re the one in charge here, hm? Get in the back”. His voice is cold and you don’t have to be told twice before crawling into your back seat—taking off your shoes the second you sit down. Beomgyu tips his head back for a second and palms himself over his pants before meeting you in your backseat.

He’s on you in seconds, lips attaching to your flushed neck instantly. His kisses move up towards your ear and over your shoulder until he gets to the strap of your dress, his fingers trail up your arm until they take ahold of the strap and pull it down. He pulls down the other one and peels the dress until it’s under your breasts. His lips never leave your skin as he concentrates trailing his mouth down your collarbones and chest.

He nips at the valley in between your breasts and runs his tongue over the red skin. Your hands are currently fisting his thick shirt as your hips try and find any possible smidgen of friction. Beomgyu notices how quickly you melted and submitted to him.

“You’re so needy, do you want more, Angel?” His voice is breathy as he speaks against your neck.

“Please, please give me more Beomgyu”

He stops for a second, moves his head away from you so he can look you in the eyes. His gaze pierces through you in the best way possible.

“It’s Sir, understand?”.

You’re like a deer caught in headlights as you nod dumbly at his erotic statement.

“Yes, Sir”. You mumble through the prominent pout on your lips. He seems pleased with your answer and goes back to assaulting your neck and chest. The feeling of your skin being sucked between his teeth is heightened when his fingers sneak up to your breasts. He gropes the flesh and groans into your marked neck.

“I knew you’d have perfect tits, Angel”.

You let out a whine as he continues, “Ever since I saw you in that towel I knew”. Your hands get lost in his dark brown hair as you’re put under his spell. His hands abandon your breasts to push down the dress fully, the clothing lands on the center con.

Beomgyu leans back and settles on his knees, he takes one of your legs and spreads it wide so he can get a good view of your damp underwear. He’s silent as his fingers drift up and prod at your center, first at your clothed hole and then your clit. The finger he uses swirls around the bud for a second before he grips the waistband of the material and yanks it off of you.

You watch him in awe as he takes care of you, you’ve been wanting this exact thing to happen ever since the dream you’ve had of him.

“Angel, do you remember the first night I slept at your house?” He talks casually as if his fingers aren’t spreading you open for him. It’s difficult to respond due to your heart dropping in humiliation and his fingers delving into your opening.

The stretch of his middle and ring finger is addicting and intoxicating. A swift pinch to your thigh brings you back, “I asked you a question, Angel”.

“Yes, I remember, Sir”. He bites his lip at your breathy voice, he can’t believe this is happening.

“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and what do I hear? The woman i’m supposed to be looking after pleasuring herself. You wouldn’t happen to know what i’m talking about, would you, Angel?”. He’s smug as he calls you out, the air is sucked from your lungs and your legs would’ve closed if not for the death grip he has on one.

Instead of getting embarrassed you decide to try and embrace it, yea you did touch yourself to the thought of him. “Yes, Sir. Had a dream about you”.

Your confession flicks a smirk onto his features.

“Oh you did? Tell me, Angel, what happened?”. He’s loving this way too much, you had a dream about him? And to add fuel to the fire, you touched yourself to the thought of it.

Your cheeks are unbelievably hot as you relive the dream, “I was on my hands and knees for you..” You stop there, the embarrassment you were trying so hard to push down found it’s way back up again. “I’ll make a deal with you, Angel. If you cum for me right now…I’ll make your dreams come true, hm?”.

You eagerly nod and grind your hips as his fingers become faster, he bends them in a ‘come hither’ motion and pairs it with a rub to your clit with his thumb.

“Doing so good for me, fuck you’re so wet”. His praise is even better than what you imagined that night, his thumb picks up pace and you’re whimpering and whining in return. “You sound so pretty for me, Angel”.

It doesn’t take his praise long before it has you throwing your head back and loudly moaning. Your skin feels like flames as the delicious waves of pleasure roll through you. He helps you ride out your high and then pulls out his fingers, sticking them between his lips. The sight has you in a trance but the way he tells you to open your mouth before sticking the same fingers in has you gone.

“You taste so good, don’t you?”.

You nod your head, whining and looking up at him expectantly. “Since you did so good for me, get on all fours, Angel”. You don’t waste a second before you’re sticking your ass up and leaning on your folded arms. He darkly chuckles at you before you see his shirt fall onto the floor of your car, next the sound of his belt clinks and it has you clenching around nothing.

He stops what he’s doing for a moment and asks, “Can you open this for me?” You turn your head in curiosity to see him holding a silver foil, he brings it closer to your lips so you bite the corner and tear it open. Beomgyu watches intently and feels himself pulse after. He lets out groans as he rolls it on, his fist is tight but he knows you’re tighter.

His hands soon meet your back and they feel amazing as they rub the skin of your hips and waist. “Ready for me, Angel?”.

You moan and push your ass back, his erection is pressed into you and it has you letting out a wanton moan.

“Words, Angel. Use your words”. He reprimands lightly. “Please, please fuck me, Sir. Need you so bad”.

“You need me? You need me to make you feel good, hm?”. He’s getting off on the fact you only need him, nobody else. He gives in at your whiny yes’ and lines himself before pushing in.

“Sir-fuck”. Even with a condom you can still feel every vein and ridge on him, your toes curl at the initial breach and you unknowingly hold your breath. He bottoms out as he groans, nails digging into your skin. Beomgyu looks down at where you’re connected and almost comes right then and there, you’re so wet that you’re dripping onto the seat. His hips jerk forward at the sight and you clench at the sudden moment.

His pace starts slow at first, he drinks you in. Your smell, your voice, how wet you are for him, and how good you look bent over. But, soon after he goes faster he’s fueled with jealousy once more.

“Bet you wish I was that guy you were with, hm? You want me to go get him?”. He grits out through clenched teeth, voice cold.

“Only want you, Sir. Nobody else”. He smugly smirks as he tips his head back, pace never faltering. “You’re mine, Angel. All mine, no one else’s. Understand?”. His voice is commanding and has you trying your best to answer, but the relentless push and pull of him inside of your most intimate areas has muttering and babbling taking over. He gets how you feel but there’s no way he’s letting you out of this without answering, so he leans over you and wraps your hair around his fist—pulling your head up.

“I said, understand?”.

You breathe deeply and try your best, “Y-yes, Sir. I’m a-all y-yours”. He drops your head back down but doesn’t move back to his original position, instead he wraps both arms your stomach and hammers into you. You moan and whine as you drool onto the seat, your legs tremble and threaten to give out any second.

“God, I love seeing you like this. Can barely speak because you love my cock so much”. He lets out a loud moan at the way you clench at his words. He’s drowning in you and couldn’t love it more.

Your noises pick up in volume, along with the way you clench more, he deduces you’re probably gonna come soon.

“You close, Angel? Come for me”. He eggs you on, he loosens a hand wrapped around you and pinches your throbbing clit. The action pushes you over the edge and you’re coming again, you babble out random praises and curse words as you clamp your eyes shut.

Beomgyu pulls out of you and sits down, tipping his head back against the seat and waiting for you to catch your breath. When you come to again it takes you a second to push yourself up. Looking over at him, your jaw almost drops. His lip is caught between his teeth, his eyes are hooded in lust, his skin is flushed and sweaty, and he’s lazily stroking himself while looking you in the eye.

“Come over here and ride me, Angel”. He beckons you over, you couldn’t possibly resist such a request so you scoot over and straddle his thighs. His cock is pushed directly against your cunt and it takes every ounce of restraint in you to not keep grinding against him like this. You raise yourself and he once again pushes himself into you.

He leans forward and grips your ass, kissing the sweaty skin of your neck. His rushed kisses move down to your breasts once more and he takes one into his mouth, both of you moan at it and you stop for a second to grind your hips against his. He lets it go to flattens his tongue over it, swirling over the bud.

“S-sir, oh my god”. He leaves your nipple and tips his head back again, moaning. You’ve never been with someone so vocal before, it’s so hot when he lets out noises and it pushes you closer.

“My angel is so perfect for me, this pussy is mine”. He mutters out, his hips start to meet yours as he thrusts upwards. It takes you by surprise and a small wave of pleasure racks you, so you almost fall onto him and wrap your arms around his neck. You stop moving as his hips fully take over, the hands on your ass push you into him and bring you directly to the edge.

“Gonna cum again, Sir”. You slur out, he hums at you and thrusts faster. “Coming again, Angel. That’s so cute, do it”. His pubic bone rolls against your clit and that’s all it takes for you to come again, your walls spasm around him as you momentarily forget where you are, he’s everywhere all at once and it has your mind hazy.

He’s soon stilling and pushing you further down on him, his hips stutter a bit as he groans out your name while filling the condom. You both are left sweaty and panting.

“Sorry I snuck out”. You mutter as you detach your arms from him, he smiles and lightly chuckles. “It’s okay, I understand”.

He pulls out of you and you both find your respective clothing, you’re pulling up the straps of your dress while he’s getting rid of the condom, but a thought has you pausing. “Did you mean what you said?”. You murmur towards him, he runs a hand through his damp hair and looks at you. “Did you mean what you said?”.

Warmth floods your face again and you can’t look at him as you nod, “Yea, I did”. He doesn’t answer your previous question as he scoots closer and takes your face into his hands, planting a loving kiss onto your swollen lips.

“I like-”. He’s cut off by the ringing of your phone, your heart stops in your chest. What if it’s your dad? Beomgyu seems to think the same as his eyes widen. Your purse is left on the front seat and you grab it before searching for your phone.

Both of your shoulders visibly drop in relief as you read the contact name.-‘Karina’.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, where are you? We’ve been searching everywhere”

“Oh, um-”

“Why do you sound like that? Oh my god did you have sex?”

Your breathing stops and Beomgyu tries his hardest not to laugh loudly.

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book-place · 1 year

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Sleigh Ride

Warnings: bad friends, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: Ok then, can I pls request a batfam x reader (its mainly w damian) who's super oblivious? But they're friends with Damian eventho he's super harsh w her, but she knows he doesn't mean any of it. He had recently invited her to come and celebrate Christmas w him at the manor, but you kindly declined. You said you were going to another friend's house for Christmas. This would've been ok if it wasn't at Patricia's house. He absolutely despises Patricia. Patricia is bratty and always interrupts when you are talking then continues to take you away from him (he always tries his best not to be jealous or fight her). Anyways, the same day he overheard them talking trash about you, and that was his last straw.. So on, Christmas day, he offered to drive you to their house for the Christmas party Patricia was going to be holding. It took you about 3 minutes to realize that it wasn't the Way to her house. You asked where u were going, he admitted it was the way to the manor. After a while of bickering back and forth, you finally caved and agreed to go to the manor

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: Damian wasn’t happy when he heard who you were spending Christmas with

A/N: Welcome to Day 10 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed softly as you rocked back and forth on your heels, shivering slightly against the cold as you pulled your jacket around yourself tighter.

Your best friend, Damian, had told you he would pick you up for school so that you didn’t have to take the ‘foul smelling and splitting headache giving bus’ as he so kindly put it.

Not that you minded, you enjoyed hanging out with him, especially since it was the last day of school before winter break.

When Alfred’s car pulled into view, you picked your jacket up with a smile and waved at the man in the driver's seat before slipping in the back next to Damain.

“Morning, Dami!” You chirped, reaching over and buckling your seatbelt.

“Good morning.” He replied curtly.

“Thank you so much for the ride, Mr. Pennyworth!” You called excitedly, causing the man to look in the mirror at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“It is not at all a problem, Miss. Y/n.” He beamed.

The car ride was spent in a comfortable silence for the first few minutes with you happily kicking your legs back and forth and the boy beside you staring out the window.

“Come over to the manor for Christmas.” Damian said suddenly, and you looked up at him.

Though it sounded like a demand, you knew better. You had been best friends with the boy for about three years and you knew that though he acted harsh, it was normally just his way of showing he cared.

You frowned a little, “I would love to, Dami, but I already promised Patricia that I would go over to her house.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

If it had been anyone else, any of the other millions of kids at school that you were friendly to, he would have just shrugged it off. But this wasn’t just any other student, this was Patricia.

The same Patricia that Damain had to physically strain himself not to fight. The girl that was always smirking and making rude comments towards you. The one that would always interrupt you when you were talking.

You being the nice- and slightly oblivious- person that you were, you just took it all with a smile, claiming that she didn’t do anything wrong and was your friend.

He set his jaw, “Oh? Is that so?”

You nodded happily, not even noticing the slight change in his demeanor the way you normally would, “Yeah! Oh, it’s going to be so fun! Her whole family will be there, and some of her other friends…”

Damian couldn’t even hear the rest, because if Patricia was bad when it was just the two of you, she was ten times worse when she was with all of her friends.

“… I just have to figure out how to get there because I don’t have a ride-“

Those words snapped the boy out of his small trance and an idea slowly started to formulate in his head.

“I can provide you a ride,” He spoke as casually as he could.

Your eyes lit up in excitement, “Really? Oh, thank you, Dami!” You threw your arms around him in a quick hug, to which he awkwardly patted your back.

Now all he had to do was make sure you didn’t catch onto his plan.

-•-

You watched your shoes as they tapped against the pavement to the small rhythm that you were humming softly under your breath, swaying back and forth a little bit from where you sat on a step of your porch.

It was finally Christmas and you were waiting for Damian to come pick you up to bring you to Patricia’s house.

When the car pulled up, you stood up with a grin, shivering a little bit against the cold and pulling your arms around yourself as you greeted Alfred and slid into your seat.

“Merry Christmas!” You exclaimed, smiling excitedly at your best friend.

He gave you a nod in return, “And to you.” He said.

“Oh my gosh!” You gushed, “It’s going to be so much fun at Patricia’s! And you can come too! Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind, especially since you gave me the ride-“ You cut yourself off as a slight frown pulled at your lips, “Wait, where are we going?” You inquired, turning to Alfred with a questioning expression.

Instead of turning down the street that would take you straight to where Patricia lived, the driver had turned the opposite way.

The man didn’t answer though, Damian did, “You’re not going over her house.” He said simply.

You laughed a little, “Where am I going then?” You thought he was joking and Alfred had just taken a wrong turn.

“To my house.” He replied with a shrug. Of course, he almost never joked.

“Why?” You asked, smile dropping.

“Because, Patricia is nothing but a brat who does not treat you with the respect that you deserve.” His hand was clenched into a knuckle at his side.

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed a little bit, “I’m bringing you to my home to celebrate Christmas with me and my family so that you will actually have a good time.”

“But Patricia-“

“Is always rude to you,” He interrupted, “She’s always interrupting and spitting out mean comments at you.”

Your frown deepened, “I don’t-“

“Think about it,” He said sternly, but not in a mean way.

So you did, silencing a little bit.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that he was right. She would often change the subject when you were talking about something that interested you and would make snide remarks about your clothing choices.

“Oh,” You breathed out, feeling like an idiot as you looked down at your hands folded in your lap, eyes stinging slightly as they begin to pool with tears.

“You didn’t know,” Damain dismissed, looking you dead in the eyes, and you knew that it was his way of comforting you.

You looked over at him with a grateful smile and squeezed his hand once, “I would love to come over your house for Christmas, it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

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4pfsukuna · 1 month

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Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day so far! I love this asexual!reader x jjk series. Every one of them has been fire!! Could you do asexual!black!reader x Choso perchance pls if you’ve got the time? Anything fluffy or maybe even a meet-cute. Would love to hear your thoughts/drabble. Thank you for all the works so far!!!! 💫

Girl dont make me cry! Also sorry this took 150years and its not my best work so if you want another one let me know😭😭

Drabbles to headcannon ft. Choso kamo

Sketching out the park in the yard of the apartment conplex you live in you sigh frustratedly tearing yet another page out the book.

“You must like trees” a tiny voice says next to you and you notice its one of your neighbors the energetic little boy with pink hair who youve swear youve seen kick through concrete.

“I just cant find the right color” you pout and his eyes widen at all the color pencils you have.

“My brothers good at coloring, he stays in the lines real good. We can ask him” he grins looking behind you and you see a stressed looking man nearly running toward you. His eyes soften when he sees you.

“Cho! She needs help coloring” the tiny boy beams unphased by his brothers distressed state.

Theres large amounts of cursed energy coming from you but you dont seem to be a threat.

“Yuji what did i tell you about running off” he huffs out his robes moving as swiftly as he does. Yujis eyes get watery and his bottom lip trembles.

“But oni-chan” he whines and chosos face instantly softens and you think the soft spot he has for his little brother is adoreable. He somehow convinces his brother to color your trees and you notice he isnt half bad.

“Your struggling because your using one shade of red for the leaves when it should be three to capture how they fade into brown” he points out which you arent too happy to receive.

What? Youre an artist and youre sensitive about your work. You make an excuse to leave shortly after and head back to your apartment.

A few days later you hear a soft knock on your door and to your suprise find Choso and little yuji who smiles brightly at you.

“Oni-chann bought you colored pencils! Its the expensive ones” yuji beams excitedly holding up the gift bag and Choso jaw drops looking at his brother.

“Actually he seen a coloring book he wanted to get you…and i noticed i may have offended you the other night so its a peace offering” he speaks and you notice the marking on his nose you want to ask questions but it’s rude.

Your living room had been transformed into a art studio with paintings, paint, blank canvases pencils and loose sketches floating around and Yuji can help his self as he runs in looking over each piece. Choso is ready to apologize but you instead walk over to yuji explaining all the different artworks and hes shocked at the way he holds onto every word you say.

Its something about the way youre so good with yuji that makes something in him stir not sexual but its like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Yuji comes over every day after school… which means Choso comes over every day.

You start learning how he’s basically good at every thing cooking, drawing, playing instruments, origamii, baking, it actually pissed you off sometimes it was becoming a game of “anything you can do i can do better and make yours look useless” And you were losing.

It’s when he begins coming over without yuji that you enjoy spending time with him and you notice he’s alot more relaxed the pressure to be the best is gone.

He’s only trying to be the best to impress his little brother.

He enjoys doing little things to make life easier for you, taking out the trash, helping with dishes even keeps your company on wash day. It’s the day he collapses from exhaustion on your couch that you realizes he’s such a people pleaser for people he cares about.

And touch deprived. He falls apart when you place a hand on his forehead dark eyes void of anything just enjoying your proximity.

His favorite place is your lap where he lays his head and closes his eyes as you massage his scalp running your fingers through it, his 2 signature buns long gone.

It’s when you hear his soft snores that you turn down the t.v and set an alarm for when you have to get Yuji from school.

Choso never pressures you into anything sexual or even talks about it, why?

Hes our asexual king!

He’s happy with the quality time and returned acts of service the two of you give another. He gets his fill from watching you and yuji interact. He gets his fill when you see the tiredness in his baggy eyes and pat your lap for him to lay down.

He gets his fill when you ramble about your day and coworkers and the latest telfar Bag drop. He LOVESSSS going to the hair supply store and when you let him smell the hair products.

He knows better than to use it because he looked up hair type when you went on a rant about your hair having 2 different hair types.

He closed the window when it began talking about weave because you said you didn’t wear that and that yes your hair grew 36 inches over night and changed texture (you still giggle to yourself about it because he was either so gullible or too polite to ask)

Purposely leaves his hair ties so he has a reason to come back, though between Yuji and his great cooking skills he was always welcomed.

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augustslippedavvay · 2 years

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i was made for lovin’ you, baby (eddie munson)

summary: you're working your way through college at a dingy bar in indianapolis. one of your coworkers asks you to switch shifts, and you'd never in a million years have been able to guess who plays guitar in the tuesday/thursday band.

author's note: in this eddie graduates on time in '84 like he was supposed to; reader graduates in '86, so this takes place in like. '87? so much canon divergence i am so sorry but i really just wanted to write a sweet, self-indulgent college au eddie munson fanfic bc he deserves the entire world and that includes a smokin hot bartender who gives him free drinks and listens to all of his favorite bands

side note i have no one to beta read for me so pls excuse any grammatical/spelling errors okay love you byeeeee

pairing: eddie munson x reader word count: 3.8k warnings: alternate universe: canon divergence, college au, no spoilers, fluff, some serious flirting, quite a bit of making out

also!!!!! this was originally posted to AO3 under the user starspngledman. this is my work. please do not repost without permission!!!

The sound of a stool scraping across the floor down the bar pulls you from your thoughts. Your mouth opens slightly in disbelief when you see who’s occupying that stool. You stop polishing the glass you have in your hand and set it down, afraid you’ll drop it.

It’s Eddie. Fucking. Munson.

You thought you’d successfully left Hawkins behind when you moved away, but it would appear not. You swallow around the nervous lump that’s appeared in your throat and ready yourself to serve him.

He probably won’t even remember who I am, you think, closing your eyes for a beat before walking to the end of the bar, stopping to stand in front of where he’s sitting with his head bowed.

“What can I get you?”

Eddie brings his gaze up from his hand to your eyes and immediately stops fidgeting with the ring on his pinkie finger. He squints.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

You blanch, then plaster on a tentative smile. “Did you go to Hawkins High School?”

You can see the gears that have been shifting in Eddie’s head finally lock into place and he makes some sort of gesture with his hands that you don’t quite understand.

“Yes! You were in band, right?”

You mime playing the trumpet and Eddie cackles, “Oh, yeah, I remember you,” pointing at you and nodding before holding out his hand for you to shake. “Munson. Eddie. In case you forgot.”

“I can promise you I did not,” you say, taking his hand. “Pretty hard to forget the dungeon master with the mullet who made a habit of standing on lunch tables and personifying his electric guitar. I was a grade or two below you, I think.”

Eddie smiles as if lost in nostalgic thought and shakes his head. He drops your hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here,” you say, gesturing towards yourself, behind the bar.

Eddie snorts. “No, no, I mean in Indianapolis. Didn’t you have, like, big city dreams?”

“Indianapolis is the capital of Indiana?” You offer, raising an eyebrow.

“Like, New York- or LA-sized dreams. Everyone thought you’d be on the cover of magazines, soon enough.”

You open your mouth to answer him, but a customer down the bar smacks his hand on the countertop to get your attention, gesturing to the empty bottle in front of him, and you glare at him for a moment before looking back at Eddie. “Hold that thought, Munson.”

Eddie smirks and watches you walk away. “What a small world,” he calls to you while you grab a bottle of Bud Light out of the icebox under the bar. You open the bottle and slide it down the bar to the old man, who snatches it up and slaps a five dollar bill down on the counter, grumbling obscenities in your direction before walking off to loiter near the dart board. You snatch one more bottle of the same out of the icebox and pop it open, too, tossing the cap into the trash.

“Sure is,” you say, sauntering back over to him and setting the bottle directly in front of Eddie. He gives you a cheeky look and takes a long pull, giving an exaggerated ahhh once he’s done.

“God, they sure do treat you well here, huh?”

“More or less. So, what are you doing in Indianapolis, then?”

“Nah, we were still talking about you,” Eddie says, wagging his finger in your direction. He pushes one hand through his long, curly hair, swiping it out of his eyes, and takes another sip of his beer.

You scrunch your nose at him and fold your arms. You shrug. “Sure, yeah, I was gonna head out to LA and try to make it big, but my parents threatened to cut me off if I didn’t go to college right out of high school. My mom went to the university here and she still knows people, so she pulled some strings and got me admitted, early decision. I’m majoring in English. It’s not bad, but it’s not showbiz, so.”

Eddie’s quiet for a moment, before he whistles and shakes his head. “That’s fucked up.”

You shrug once more, trying to come across as apathetic as possible, but then you break composure and nod. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Showbiz?” He circles back, cocking his head in your direction. “Are you an actor?”

“Kind of,” you say, squinting. “I want to be.”

Eddie nods, glancing up and down, from the top of your head to your waist, sizing you up. “I can see it.”

His gaze makes you feel all warm in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You change the subject. “What are you doing in Indy, Munson?”

“My band and I moved out here to try to make it big, coincidentally.” He uses his thumb to gesture over his shoulder toward the makeshift stage at the back of the bar, then takes one more long sip from his beer and sets it down in front of himself, the empty bottle clanging against the counter. He rubs his other thumb up and down the neck of the bottle, absentmindedly, his ring singing against the glass, and your gaze can’t help but follow it. “A friend of a friend got us this gig here just a few months ago. Every Tuesday and Thursday, and every other Friday.”

“No wonder I’ve never seen you here before,” you say, tapping the bartop with your pointer finger. “I typically work Wednesdays and Sundays. The slow nights. Janine asked me to pick this up for her last minute.”

“Sounds like fate to me,” Eddie says, whistling.

“You thought you were going to make it big in Indianapolis, Indiana?”

“It was supposed to just be one stop before we eventually moved out to California, but now we’re too broke, so we’re pretty much stuck here. Not so bad now that I know you’re here, too, though.”

You roll your eyes. “You flirting with me, Munson?”

His whole face lights up. “Dunno. You want me to be flirting with you?”

Shaking your head, you pick his empty bottle up and stash it in the trash bag under the bar. “You said y’all play here every Tuesday and Thursday?”

“And every other Friday,” Eddie says, nodding.

“I’ll have to see if one of the other bartenders will trade shifts with me. You have to be better than the band they have in here during my shifts.”

“You haven’t even heard us play yet. You might end up eating your words.” He grins from ear to ear and stands, pressing his palms flat against the counter. “What do I owe you for the beer, sunshine?”

You blush again at the term of endearment, then shake your head. “On the house.”

“‘On the house’? Do you treat every miscreant you went to high school with who comes through your bar this nice?”

You ignore him. “But you gotta promise to play me a song.”

“Play you a song? What if I play all the songs for you, instead?”

“Nah - you gotta play me a song.”

Eddie bites his tongue, the tip sticking out between his lips just slightly, and he nods. “Alright. We’ll play you a song. What do you like?”

“The Clash,” you say, matching his stance, placing your palms on the counter, the tips of your fingers almost touching his. “KISS, Def Leppard, Motley Crue. Any of their stuff will do.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Eddie says, slapping the bartop lightly and backing off before turning on his heel. You shake your head, and as if he can sense it, he calls back, “And I’ll see if I can sweet talk Janine into giving you her Tuesday shift permanently.”

“Make it Friday, too. I want the tips.”

Eddie snorts and nods, looking back over his shoulder. “You got it, sunshine.”

That night, his band plays an encore of “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard to all nine patrons in the bar, and Eddie’s eyes never leave yours the entire song.

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“When are you gonna let me take you out?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, looking at Eddie over the tap your fist is currently curled around. “What? Why? Have you asked? Did I miss that?”

“No, no,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “This is me asking. So, what do you say? You wanna go out with me?”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Eddie,” you tut, sucking your teeth. You hand the full glass off to the customer to Eddie’s left. “You think you can just flirt with me once and then ask me out, and that I’ll say yes right off the bat?”

Eddie purses his lips, then cocks his head, looking up past you, feigning deep thought, before he nods fervently. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

“Sorry, pal,” you say, but it’s with a smile. He puts both hands over his heart. “Don’t make me regret letting Janine pawn tonight’s shift off to me, too.”

“You wound me.”

“What can I say? I have standards. I gotta hand it to you, though, Munson; you have so much more game than you ever did in high school.”

His jaw drops and he barks out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You smirk and cross your arms. “Eddie. You enthusiastically played Dungeons & Dragons - you recruited for Dungeons & Dragons - at a school whose idea of fun was piling into the gym every weekend to watch a game where they toss balls into laundry baskets. I know the girls weren’t exactly fawning over you. But hey,” you say, holding a hand out to him when his mouth opens even further, “it’s not like the guys were fawning over me, either!”

“Uh, I don’t know where you were back then, but yeah, they were. They, like, really were.”

“Stop trying to deflect,” you chastise. “All I’m saying is that you’re much more suave than you were when I knew you before. You’ve always been charming, but now it’s like…”

You trail off and, after seeing the look on Eddie’s face, decide you don’t want to finish that thought.

“It’s like what, huh?” His self-satisfied expression makes you groan. “And you think I’m charming?”

“Begrudgingly, yes.”

“So why not go out with me?”

You scoff. You check the clock above the front door. “Your set starts soon, Munson.”

Eddie smiles softly at you. “Who’s deflecting now?”

Rolling your eyes, you reach over the bar and gently shove him, urging him off his stool. “Go on.”

“I’m gonna get you to go out with me,” Eddie says, standing and backing off the stool. He points at you. “Mark my words.”

“Mark my words? What are you, a D&D villain?”

“Sometimes!” He turns his back to you and strides over to the makeshift stage, shedding his leather jacket. You toss your head back and pinch the bridge of your nose, then look up again. Eddie’s eyes find yours as he loops his guitar strap around his shoulder and starts to tune it.

“Are you wearing a crop top, Munson?”

“Yeah,” Eddie calls. “You like it?”

Your face turns a few shades darker and Eddie grins.

“Knew you would. Wore it for you, doll.”

“I hate you,” you say.

“No you don’t,” he teases. “You like me.”

You almost wish you could say he wasn’t right. Then again, you don’t.

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It’s just after 5 o’clock on a Tuesday and you’re starting to serve the regulars that tend to roll in at open on the dot when you hear Eddie all but shout your name from the other side of the room. You glance up and watch him pushing through the front door, guitar case and amp in his hands, and you can’t help but admire the way he looks in his tee shirt. It’s loose on him, and he has his sleeves rolled up above his shoulders. You smile at him and wave.

It’s been a few weeks since Eddie successfully charmed Janine into switching her shifts with yours (all of them, actually - the Tuesday, the Thursday, and the every other Friday). You have no clue how he managed that, honestly. Janine isn’t exactly your biggest fan, but you won’t question it.

You’ve been thoroughly enjoying Eddie’s company for the few hours you get to spend in the same room as him on those days. He feels warm, and just being around him brings your mood up. You’d never tell him that, though.

Or maybe you would, just to see the look on his face.

You seriously can’t believe you never noticed him in high school. Or that you did, but never like this.

“We rehearsed a new cover this morning, just for you, sweetheart,” Eddie calls to you with a wink, grinning at the way it makes you blush so red he can see it from over there. “Think you’re really gonna like it.”

“You know what I like,” you yell back, matching his grin with your own, and turn your back to unpack some boxes before he can say anything else to you.

Eddie shakes his head, muttering, “That woman. Death of me. Swear to God,” under his breath, unloading his gear and heading out to the van to help his bandmates grab everything else.

You wade through work, slow as molasses, for the next hour or so, watching Eddie and his band set up their gear and tune their instruments. You can’t help wondering what he has planned for you.

“Will you give me a hint?”

It's quiet in the bar, for the time being, and Eddie looks up from where he’s on his knees untangling cables and smiles. “A hint?”

“Yeah. For what you’re gonna play for me tonight.”

Eddie blows air through his lips and swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I guess, uh…”

A bigger grin lights up his face and he puts both hands on his thighs. “It’s something I want to do to you.”

“Eddie, I swear to God,” you start, but he’s already turned back to his setup, the shit-eating expression on his face evidence that he’s pleased with himself.

You leave it at that. The band starts playing their set without much ceremony, like they always do, and much to your performed chagrin, they actually sound pretty incredible tonight. You catch Eddie’s eye a few times and he shoots you wolfish smile after wolfish smile, each of which makes your stomach flip.

“This last song is dedicated to you, sweetheart,” Eddie says into his microphone, raising a hand to point straight at you with his plectrum and wink. The older men sitting at the bar turn and stare at you, murmuring to one another. “You’ll see what I meant earlier.”

When that familiar guitar riff starts, you blush. You watch Eddie’s fingers as he rips through the first few chords of “I Was Made For Lovin’ You” by KISS. Your eyes move up his body and heat blossoms from the center of your stomach outward when you take in the look in his eyes as he stares at you.

It’s…hungry. You shiver.

It’s something I want to do to you. You assume he means kiss. He could also mean any number of other things, but you don’t want to think about those right now. It takes every ounce of strength you have to tear your eyes away from his, but you do, looking back down at his hands. You bite your lip and take a sip of your own beer, then press the cold glass against your cheek to bring your body temperature down. You glance up again and watch as Eddie’s expression darkens as you start to sing along. You might just have to take him up on that.

I was made for lovin’ you, baby, you were made for lovin’ me. And I can’t get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me?

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“Eddie,” you call, watching him pull his guitar from its hard case and set it against an amp. A few days have passed since he pulled that stunt with the KISS song, and you fully intend to get him back for it.

He looks up at you, a bright, open expression painted across his face.

“Can you help with something in the back?”

You smile softly and angle your head in the direction of the back room. He starts to say something, stammering, then stands abruptly, wiping his hands on his jeans. You snort, incredulous.

“Did I just render Eddie Munson speechless?”

“Shut up,” he laughs, walking toward you. “I’ve just never seen you ask anyone for help. That’s all.”

He lets you lead the way into the store room. You hold the door open for him, and push him against it when it fully closes behind him.

“What-”

“That song,” you murmur, your hands pressing into his shoulders. “KISS? ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’? Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, and his gaze darts from your eyes to your mouth, closer to him than you’ve ever been. “I knew you’d get the hint.”

You shake your head and lean in even closer, opening your mouth just as you’re about to press it to his. “You might as well have written I want to make out with you across your chest.”

“And ruin my favorite Metallica shirt?” Eddie cocks his head and pulls back, the soft, enamored look on his face twisting your heart. “Baby, I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I am going to kiss you now, Munson, but only to shut you up.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You lay one hand to his chest and bring the other up to cup his cheek, then press your mouth to Eddie’s, who, without hesitation, brings one of his hands up to cradle the back of your neck and the other to your hip, pulling you flush against him. You take this as a sign to deepen the kiss and part your lips, touching your tongue to his. Eddie moans into you in response.

You laugh lightly, and bring the hand on his chest down to his arm, holding tight. Eddie slots one knee between your legs and you gasp, jumping back.

“Too much?”

You shake your head. “No, no, not at all.”

He grins and pulls you back in, pushing his knee up a bit and reveling in the way you whine at his touch. The two of you stand there, in the dim storeroom, pressed against one another and kissing like your lives depend on it. The light flickers once, twice, and then, from somewhere out near the bar, comes a loud thump.

As quickly as you’d started, you pull away from him, looking anywhere but his face. You check your watch.

“I should, uh…Get back to the bar.”

Eddie is breathing hard as he steps away from the door, trying as discreetly as possible to readjust his jeans. You glance down, then back to his face, your own warmer than you feel like it has ever been before.

“Sorry. About that.”

“Do not be,” he says, then huffs one last sigh, regaining his composure slowly but surely. “You go. I’ll be out in a minute.”

You nod and pull the door open.

“Hey,” Eddie calls softly when you’ve started to step through it. You pause and glance back at him.

“Are we…?”

You start to nod, then look down at your feet. “I don’t know. Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he says. “It’s okay. Go.”

The door cuffs the back of your ankles as it closes and you wince. Groaning, you make your way back to the front of the bar.

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You might have been avoiding Eddie since you cornered him in the store room, but he also hasn’t gone out of his way to speak to you since then, either, so really, who’s to blame?

You have, however, been thinking about him - and his mouth, and his hands, among other things - pretty much every minute of every day since. You’re thinking about it now, as a matter of fact, as you count the drawer of cash you were supposed to have in the register a half hour ago.

Almost as if he can read your mind, Eddie waltzes over to the bar with another man, blond, about his height. They both take the stools directly in front of you. Barely able to meet your eye, Eddie holds two fingers up. “Two Bud Lights?”

You wipe your hands and grab two bottles. You uncap them, setting them in front of the guys, who thank you, then turn away and start tidying absentmindedly, trying to ignore the feel of Eddie’s gaze on you. You sneak a peek over your shoulder and Eddie blushes when your eyes meet his, clearly feeling a little caught out. Turning and leaning on the bar, you clear your throat.

“Okay,” you say.

Eddie is chatting with the friend, who came to catch their set, but he abruptly shuts up and turns to give you his full attention, his eyebrows pinched together. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll go out with you.”

He turns to look at his friend, who smirks and claps Eddie on the shoulder. “I’m just gonna…”

Eddie nods, watching him get up and walk away, before turning back to you. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Has Hell frozen over? What made you change your mind?”

“Who says I ever did?”

Eddie smiles and stands, leaning over the bar before you even realize what’s happening. He places both hands on either side of your face and pulls you to him, kissing you firmly on the mouth. You freeze for one quick moment, but then you’re kissing him back with fervor, your fingers curled around the collar of his denim vest, your mouth opening, tongue tracing his lips until they part, too.

“Oh, thank God,” he says, voice breathy, chest heaving, when you pull apart. “I was starting to think you’d never see reason.”

You smack him playfully on the chest, but you let him pull you back in for a sweeter, softer kiss. He pecks you on the nose, then the forehead, then presses his lips to yours one more time. You throw your arms across his shoulders, bring one hand up to wind in his hair. He hums and closes his eyes.

“Will you play ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ for me tonight?”

“Darling, I will play every song you ever ask me to play. Just give me 45 minutes to an hour to learn the chords.”

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