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shrenvents · 7 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Mr. Black, Part 7

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is in the hot seat with your friends as they ask their questions. Taking you all to brunch, Tre does well. But he also has some ideas about punishment that you weren't prepared for.

Word Count: 4,671k

A/N: I heard it was our favorite Mr. Black's birthday yesterday! I wanted to post this yesterday, but well, had to work around my family. The focus was on these two, so no updates about the company thief. Will they be found out in the next chapter? Dun-Dun! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Sir, please!” You moaned. You stood by your front door, hands on the wall and ass tucked out. Tre had your panties half down your legs and was aggressively fingering you. His fingers flicked over your clit and you were a fidgety mess. You twitched and jerked and quivered. Your legs were jelly.

There was a small mirror in the foyer area and you bent your head back to look at Tre. He lifted his eyes at the same time and licked his lips. You groaned. “Pleeease,” you moaned.

“I decided that I was still a little hurt that you hadn’t told your friends about me,” Tre said.

“I apologized for that!” You said. Your wedges were wobbling so badly that you thought your ankle would give out.

“I know. But I didn’t punish you properly for it,” he said.

“Oh god. Oh god,” you chanted.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he said.

“Shit!” You cried out. You were close. Entirely too close and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. Your moans increased in volume and Tre slowed down. “Nooo!”

Tre chuckled and grabbed the vibrator from the table behind him. He moved it in your essence, rolling the vibrator around your dripping pussy and then slowly pushed it in. He fucked you with it. The vibrations drew a ragged moan from your lips.

You sniffled, runaway tears leaking down your face. Your friends were gonna worry about you if it looked like you had been crying for different reasons. It was already difficult to get through this lunch in one piece. Now you had to do it with a vibrator in your pussy controlled by Tre.

“Sir, please,” you cried.

Tre sighed and pushed the vibrator inside. He leaned down and kissed both of your cheeks and then stood up, replacing your panties. He turned the vibrator off and pulled you into a standing position. He fixed your dress and turned you around to face him.

He looked edible in a black sweater and black jeans. His black boots were laced up and you knew he also wore black socks. One of these days, you would ask why he loved the color so much. You had your favorite color too, but to exclusively wear it? You didn’t know if you could.

He kissed your cheeks and smiled at you. “I’ll wait if you need to fix your makeup. But I think you look sexy as fuck like this,” he said.

He licked his fingers and you watched his mouth work up and down as he licked up every drop of your arousal. You turned around slowly and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your teary eyes smudged your makeup a little, but not in an obvious way. It gave you a mysterious misty look that was pretty hot.

“This is so unfair,” you said and sniffled, walking towards the bathroom to grab tissue and blow your nose. You should put on flats or sandals. There was no way you’re walking in wedges like this. But you knew Tre would be upset. He loved the way heels made your legs look.

You walked back to the front door. You grabbed your purse and Tre let you leave first. He drove to the brunch spot that you were meeting your friends at. Your stomach roiled thinking of this meeting. This blending of your two lives. It was killing you.

You expected to get the third degree from your friends. You were prepared for that. You were not prepared for how Tre would act. Would he be upset at their questions? Cavalier? Your friends were known for being wild.

Tre didn’t seem like he belonged in your world. Down with the regular folk and people trying to get by. He seemed larger than life. Like he existed on an entirely new plane of existence.

“You’ll be alright,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he let you out of the car and held your hand as you walked to the entrance. A host there asked for the reservation name. Tre made it under his and soon you were seen to a table. You were the first to arrive so you ordered drinks for the table, knowing exactly what your girls wanted. Maybe if they saw the free drinks, they’d be a little nicer to Tre.

You already told them to be nice several times in the group chat. But those bitches liked to have selective hearing.

Your fingers tapped on the table as you kept looking behind you for your friends. You couldn’t even look over the menu.

The vibrator coming to life made you shriek and jump in your seat. “Hey!” You whispered to Tre.

The place was jumping with a lot of people who had the same idea. New and interesting dishes were coming out of the back like strawberry shortcake pancakes and fish ‘n grits. You looked around as if people could hear the vibrator going off. You placed your hand on the booth seat to see if it was vibrating.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Tre said. He sipped on a mimosa and placed his arm behind you in the booth. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and then your mind started drifting. Thinking of when he’d finally allow you to cum. You’d have to work out a rule against claiming punishment after something had already been negotiated. If he could change his mind at any moment, you’d have to get something in return.

“I know,” you said.

“I’ve already spoken to Ka’ron and she was nothing but nice,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s that twin sign in her. Don’t let it fool you,” you said.

Moments later, your friends Ka’ron and Sasha, approached the table. Both were stunning in casual outfits that complimented their skin tone. Ka’ron kept it simple in a jumpsuit while Sasha wore a dress like you.

Already, they had matching looks of disapproval. Tre scooted out of the booth and held his hand out. He introduced himself and shook both of their hands. “Please, have a seat,” he said.

Sasha broke first, looking at you with a knowing smirk. But she schooled her features and eyed Tre up and down. Ka’ron was harder to read. You had no idea what they talked about when Tre called her with an outlandish request.

Sasha scooted in and took her place while Ka’ron sat at the end. Tre sat back in the booth and kept his eyes trained on Ka’ron. It was like they were two prizefighters sizing each other up. Who was going to break first? Who was going to swing first?

Sasha got your attention and mouthed, “Damn”. You smiled, appreciating that she acknowledged that you did pretty fucking well all things considered.

“Well, now that we all know each other. Let’s look at these menus,” you said. You picked yours up and tapped a random item. Nutella pancakes. Ehh.

Ka’ron and Tre were still staring each other down. Your friend had a perfect bitch face. Tre only had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this.

“I’m glad you found the place, okay,” Tre said. You sighed, thankful that he broke first.

“Almost didn’t. The place is completely black on the outside,” Ka’ron said.

“Part of the charm I think. No one outside gawking,” Tre said.

“I got your favorite drinks,” you said, trying to break through some of the tension between them. Ka’ron melted a little, grabbing her mimosa and sipping it.

Sasha accepted her Tequila Sunrise with a happy smile. “Okay! They made a good one,” she said.

“So how did you two meet? You said you’d explain, so start,” Ka’ron said, finally turning her attention to you.

You sighed and began, telling them that you met him while at work. It was hard for you to explain that he was both your boss and your boyfriend. Sasha’s eyes bugged out.

“Bitch, you been fuckin’ the boss and ain’t said shit?”

“It kind of just happened,” you said.

“Did you trip in your heels and fall on his dick without no panties on?” Sasha asked.

You slapped her shoulder. “Stop it,” you said. When you got with your friends, none of you had a filter. You didn’t care where you were or who was listening. You told all your wildest sex stories to each other and horrible date incidents. Sasha was in a relationship and her boyfriend’s filthy mouth matched hers. Some of their texts made even you blush.

Ka’ron had a revolving door of lovers. Once she got bored, it was time to move on. She didn’t believe in being tied down to just one person and you respected her for it. It was much braver to admit that not everyone needed a partner. That it was okay to want to be alone.

Tre laughed at your friends but shook his head. “That was my fault,” Tre said and looked at you.

Your food was delivered by a charming young Black woman who passed out each dish. You ended up with the fish ‘n grits, a fried lobster tail on top.

You finished explaining yourself to your friends. Ka’ron looked at Tre. “You must be special then,” she said and her icy exterior melted a fraction.

“What makes you say that?” Tre asked.

“She gets extremely private when she actually likes someone,” Sasha said.

“Do not!” You said.

Tre looked at you and turned the vibrator back on with a grin. Sinister bastard. You looked at your friends to see if they could tell that you had a vibrator inside you right now. Maybe you were a good actress. Or maybe they were too busy focusing on their meal and Tre’s responses than to pay attention to you slowly dying.

“How many guys has she been quiet about?” He asked.

“Two. Matthew in high school and Omar in college,” Sasha said.

“I wasn’t quiet about them!” You said. Both were severe crushes that consumed your thoughts for practically ever. When you did get with them, you felt like you would crawl out of your skin every time.

“We didn’t find out that she liked Matthew until he got with someone in tenth grade. About tore her little heart to pieces. Omar, she hid for months while they talked and it wasn’t until I came back to the room that I knew they were even together,” Ka’ron said.

“Tell all my damn business, Ka’ron,” you said. You glared at her but she didn’t pay you any mind. She smiled and blew you a kiss.

“Then I do feel special,” Tre said.

“That was…”

“Your toxic trait, we know babes,” Sasha said and patted your arm. You glared at her too but Tre turned up the setting on your vibrator. You twitched in your seat. Sasha looked at you weird and asked if you were okay.

You nodded and focused on eating and not cumming. You were scared that if you opened your mouth, a moan would escape.

“So what are your intentions with her?” Ka’ron asked.

You glared at her. You were going to kill her. You hoped that your expression said as much as you took a sip of your drink.

“I’m gonna marry her,” he said.

You spat your drink back in your cup and started choking. Painful, hacking coughs that made your chest ache.

You tried to ask him what the hell he said. But the drink went down the wrong pipe and now your lungs were burning from all the coughing.

“Obviously, down the road when we’ve dated some more,” he said and grinned.

You were going to get a headache from all the glaring you were doing. Sasha patted your back and you calmed down. You drank some water to help clear your throat.

Tre grinned at you and turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting. You closed your eyes, trying to fend off the orgasm and not make a sound. You didn’t know where he was hiding the remote. “Girl, are you okay?” Sasha asked.

You nodded. No, you were not okay. But you couldn’t say why. You couldn’t fess up to absolutely everything, not while Tre was scrambling your brain. Ka’ron and Sasha continued to grill Tre about his background, family, and why he was with you. You thought some of the questions were rude but Tre handled it all with a smile.

You had brief periods of rest from the vibrator while you ate and had to answer questions yourself. You’ve done far worse to your friends’ partners so it was only fair that they did the same thing. Being in the hot seat still sucked though.

“What I wanna know is what happened on the phone when Tre called you. How could you let me abscond with a strange man?” You asked Ka’ron.

Here she did grin evilly and sipped her drink, looking up and away as if she was remembering her happiest memory. “Oh I did my due diligence, unlike some people,” she said and looked at you.

“I was blindsided with the help of my best friend,” you said, pointedly.

She grinned. “When he called I thought it was a prank. But I googled him. I made him email me a copy of his driver’s license. He had to send me all of the vacation details. Plus a picture of him holding a spoon,” she said.

“What? A spoon?” You asked.

“Yup, so I knew I was talking to somebody real and not Zoboomafoo from Egypt,” Ka’ron said.

You looked at Tre. “You sent her a picture of yourself holding a spoon?” You asked.

“Can’t argue with a friend looking out for you,” he said.

“Okay, okay. But how romantic was the vacay? Jamaica on New Year’s? That sounds like heaven,” Sasha said.

“It was!” You pulled out your phone and showed them pictures. They cooed over the beautiful sunsets that you took pictures of and the hills and mountains in the background. You told them about some of the activities that you got into.

Tre turned the vibrator back on and you gripped the edges of the table. You were shaking, badly, a bead of sweat gathering at the top of your forehead. You turned desperate, wild eyes to Tre. He kept it on the low setting and polished off his food with a smile.

You would get him back for this, but anything you did to him, he would return tenfold. You debated if you were ready for the smoke or not. Pressure built and built in your lower belly. Yeah, maybe the payback was worth it if he could feel even a fraction of the torment you did.

“Well, Tre, I see you make our good sis happy. But let’s be real. You hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” Sasha said. She said it with a sweet smile but you knew first hand that Sasha stayed having a gun on her. Plus, she had an army of brothers, sisters, and cousins all willing to bail each other out.

“It is never my intention to hurt her. I’m in it for the long run if she’ll have me,” Tre said.

Ka’ron gave you a subtle approving look. If Tre could pass the friend test, then he was ready to pass your parents’ approval. Though, how you were going to tell them the boss bit was troubling you. You already texted them that you were dating someone and sent them a picture of the two of you. Your mother approved, your dad did not.

“How come you haven’t been married before? You say all the right things but I don’t buy it,” Ka’ron said.

“Girl,” you warned.

Tre placed his hand on top of yours. “I’ve always known what I wanted and I didn’t feel the need to settle for anything less. I got a lot of shit outta my system when I was younger and now? I just want to spend time with someone who understands me. Someone I can spoil just to make them happy.”

“And you found the most commitment phobic person to spoil,” Sasha sighed.

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, why is that? She’s so tight lipped about everything,” Tre said.

You whipped your head around to look at him like he grew two heads. “I am not.”

“She didn’t have a lot of privacy growing up. So when she moved out during college, she overcorrected. Hell, I thought her parents were dead or something for the whole first year of college. She never talked about them,” Ka’ron explained.

This was starting to feel more like an intervention than a group activity. “I’m sitting right here,” you said and folded your arms.

The waiter came by and Tre paid for the meal. He threw you a smile but you weren’t done being a little pissy that they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there.

“We know, but getting information out of you is like pulling teeth,” Sasha said.

“Shut up, I tell you guys a lot,” you said.

Sasha and Ka’ron looked at each other for half a second before erupting into laughter. You sucked your teeth as you watched them laugh at your expense. You’d definitely have to grab brunch with them, alone, and see what the hell they’re talking about.

You tell them everything. Every minor inconvenience, they were the first people you reached out to. So you were a little private when it comes to matters of the heart, who wasn’t?

Tre got his card back so the brunch winded down. Tre stood up and helped you out of the booth. Together, you all walked outside into the glaringly bright afternoon. You said goodbye to your friends with promises to text them when you got a free moment. Though, where Tre was concerned there was no such thing as a free moment.

Tre escorted you to his car and opened the door for you. He helped you climb into his truck and then he got into the driver’s side. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. “I hope I passed the boyfriend test,” he said.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You already had a few messages from Sasha, all ending with a lot of exclamation points. “I’d say you definitely passed,” you said.

“Good.” He started the car and turned on the vibrator at the same time.

“Shit!” You screamed.

Tre chuckled as he sped away from Inglewood and hopped on the freeway back to El Segundo. You gripped the car door and the armrest on the middle console and focused as hard as you could.

Your panties were uncomfortably soaked and it didn’t help that Tre was talking to you as if he weren’t the devil himself. “What you feel like for dinner?” He asked.

“Are you serious right now? Your punishments suck ass,” you said.

He grinned. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he said.

Tre hit a dip in the freeway and a wave of pleasure cascaded from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. You breathed through it. You weren’t going to be able to stave off this orgasm for much longer. You didn’t know where this control was coming from. You only knew that you hated edging so fucking much.

“New rule, we can’t retroactively enact punishments on things already forgiven,” you said.

“Forgiveness and punishments are two different things,” he said.

“So totally not. Forgive and forget, that’s the motto,” you said.

He glanced at you before switching lanes and pulling off of the freeway. You waited at the red light while he looked at how badly you were gripping the armrest. That damn smile crept across his face.

“I can forgive you all day long, but punishment is about making sure we understand each other moving forward. I don’t want to be a secret in your life. Work is different, I understand your concerns about it. But in your everyday life, I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” he said.

“Couldn’t we do that without the punishment?” You asked.

He grinned as he pulled up to his house. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He let you out of the car but did nothing to adjust the setting on the vibrator. He took you to his room where he stripped you. When your panties peeled away from your soaked pussy, he moaned low in his throat.

He told you to get on the bed, hands and knees, and he’d be right back. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you obeyed. If it got you any type of relief, you’d do anything he fucking wanted.

He came back into the room carrying a bar and a glass of bourbon. He had stripped down to his briefs and you licked your lips at the imprint of his dick. He was hard already and you knew that you were in for a fucking ride.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“It’s a spreader. Want to try something?” He asked.

“I’m game,” you said.

He grinned and took a sip of bourbon, placing it on a coaster on his nightstand. He told you what to do in order for him to place the bar between your legs and strapped it to your ankles. You were effectively spread open for him.

He grabbed your wrists and strapped them in so that you couldn’t move. You were trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and honestly? You were so turned on you nearly came on the spot.

Tre admired his handy work but you couldn’t see his face. He just moaned in appreciation, running his fingers over your ass. “Comfortable?”

“Please, let me cum,” you begged. You could only whisper as the vibrator was too fucking much.

Tre kneeled on the bed and kissed your temple. “You have been such a good girl for me today,” he said.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Doing exactly what I told you with hardly a complaint. Sat next to your friends with this vibrator in your pussy. I’m so proud of you,” he said and planted another kiss on your head.

The praise was its own magic, creating wave after wave of pleasure. You were going to break soon. You were free to moan and wobble now that you were back in the safety of his place. Here, you could whine and cry and turn watery eyes towards Tre and beg.

“Please,” you said and licked your dry lips. You sniffled.

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned that it’s you and me from now on?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. You couldn’t hold yourself up since your arms were behind you. His sheets smelled like him and it was like sensory overload. Most of your senses were engaged in this. You were totally focused on the present in a way you hadn’t been before.

Your mind was usually spinning and planning out different things. But at the moment, you could only focus on his words and the vibrator.

Tre stood up and stood behind you. He grabbed the vibrator and began fucking you with it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned. “I learned my lesson, I swear!”

Tre chuckled. “I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Been dyin’ to feel you, little one,” Tre said.

He removed the vibrator and you sighed in relief. Your body was so tense. Was it possible to combust from not cumming? Because you felt like a balloon ready to pop.

Tre shed his briefs behind you. He grabbed your hips with one hand and then guided himself inside of you. You both groaned, low and long. “So fuckin’ wet,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Sir!” You yelled.

He moved inside of you slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He sheathed himself fully inside of you and you moaned at the feel of him. At the way he claimed you possessively and thoroughly.

“Ready?” He asked.

You barely nodded before he slammed you down on his dick. You gasped and your tears flowed freely as he immediately found your G-spot. And proceeded to keep hitting it until a second later, you were crying out your orgasm. Crying from all the edging and the sweet fucking relief of finally cumming.

You were making guttural, near animalistic noises. Tre was fucking you through it. His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his dick and because you were held open by the spreader, you couldn’t retreat. You couldn’t push his chest away.

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ good. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said.

Your pussy was making wet, smacking noises as his dick slipped in and out. “Shit, shit,” you moaned. You were already gearing up for another one.

“Naw, don’t hold that shit back. Let me feel that pussy shakin’ for me,” he moaned. He smacked your ass and you groaned. Your orgasm was just as intense as the last one. Perhaps more so. Colors danced behind your closed eyes as you shook and convulsed, lost so completely to the magnitude of it. The overwhelming pleasure that tore through you.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks. It had to be criminal to feel this type of relief. This type of pleasure. You felt Tre in your tummy as he continued to fuck you through it.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl,” he growled. His thrusts and strokes turned sloppy. Desperate. Slamming you back easily as he fucked you into the bed. “Gonna make me bust, little one. Gonna make me…”

He moaned as he climaxed and his cum pulsed inside of you. Your body bowed as he brushed along a sensitive, sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He shoved his hips forward and it made your ass sit higher in the air. His groans were a sweet symphony to your ears.

He finally stopped, leaning over you as he huffed and tried to recover. “Shit,” he whispered. He pushed off of you and slipped out. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them open even more and watched his cum leak out.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Pretty ass pussy,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched painfully at his words and he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands left you and then he was lifting his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip with a satisfied grunt. He placed the cold glass against your heated pussy and you shrieked, trying to move away from him.

He held the glass to your pussy and the icy glass had you shivering and shaking. “Ouue shit,” you moaned.

He swirled the glass in your essence and leaned down to place his lips to your ass. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He bit your ass.

“Fuckin’ same. Same,” you panted. He removed the glass and took another sip. You didn’t know what he did but he moaned.

“Let’s see what else I can do while I got you spread open for me,” he said.

“Mercy, mercy,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into the velcro straps but you couldn’t get free. Totally at his mercy.

“You know what to say,” he said.

You bit your lip. If you used your safe word, he would stop and unstrap you. He’d check in with you and you’d be forced to talk it out. You didn’t want that. You found nirvana and you wanted to keep going. But fuck, you could use a break.

“I’m at yellow but I’m okay,” you finally said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’m sure. Keep going,” you said.

Tre kissed your lower back. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He proceeded to beat the brakes off of you and you were sure you died somewhere in there. But what’s dying compared to being completely possessed by someone you lov-liked.

Someone you liked. Shit.

#Megaminds Secret Files #The Secret Tre Files #Candy Cane Lane fanfic #Candy Cane Lane fan fic #Candy Cane Lane fanfiction #Candy Cane Lane fan fiction #Tre x Black!readr #Tre x Black reader #x Black reader #Tre x Fem!reader #Tre x Fem reader #Tre x plus size reader #x Fem reader #Tre x you #Tre fanfic #Trevante Rhodes fanfic #Trevante Rhodes fan fiction #Trevante Rhodes fan fic

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bettyfrommars · 26 days

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Welcome Back to The Nightmare Factory

Steve's Version Part 1: When the Night Comes

m a s t e r l i s t

Nightmare!Steve x fem!Reader

word count: 2.2k

18+ONLY, lurking monsters, night terrors, star-crossed lovers

Author's Note: Hi, I've missed you. Until now, we've only explored this world with Nightmare!Eddie, but it's time to throw Steve into the mix. Different reader, of course, and I plan to jump around to random scenes as this progresses; it shall not be a linear experience. Nightmare Steve is a biker Steve hybrid that will often cross over into the world of Hawkeye that I created for my biker!Steve au.

Also, you do not need to have any knowledge of the original Nightmare Factory or biker Steve to enjoy this xoxox

You didn’t know how long you’d been waiting on the bench under the bus stop awning, but the sun was sinking on the horizon and the air vibrated with the promise of rain. A drizzle dotted a few fine pinpricks on the sidewalk, yet you could feel a damp chill seeping in through your bones as if you were already soaked.

Across the street between monochrome, saltbox roof houses, stood an old brick building. A flickering neon sign out front had the outline of a purple hand on it, palm out announcing Psychic Readings in a mustard yellow that rivaled the melting sun beyond.

You looked down at your wristwatch, only to realize you weren’t wearing one, and then checked up and down the empty street. Just when the thought occurred to you that there were no other humans around, the flutter of a curtain in one of the houses across the way caught your eye.

Maybe the buses stopped running at dusk and you’d missed the last one. But then, how would you get…to wherever you were going?

“It’s never on time,” a voice next to you spoke up, making you jump.

You were certain that there had not been anyone sitting on the bench with you a second ago.

“The bus, it’s never on time,” she repeated. The woman had short, dark blonde hair tucked behind her ears, a spray of freckles across her nose, and a restless smile tugging up the side of her mouth. “There is always a lot of traffic at the factory on Fridays.”

“The factory?” You cocked your head, trying to understand.

The last offering of fuchsia in the sky flickered and was gone in a blink, erupting a sudden fear in your gut at the loss of light. The fresh blanket of cold made your toes cramp, as if they’d met with one of those icy pockets in sunless, concrete corners.

The woman kept the side of her face to you at all times, never turning to look at you straight on. You had this crazy notion that perhaps the other side of her didn’t exist.

The sight of a motorcycle approaching warmed your heart and your guts for some reason, and you hoped that the bus was not far behind. The rider inched to a halt at the curb in front of you, stomping one booted foot down to steady himself, engine grumbling. In the amber glow of the single streetlamp, you were able to get a look at him.

Wearing sunglasses at night, he raked a big hand through his head of thick, unruly hair, and reached up to light the smoke that was held between his lips. The lighter’s flame let you see the square line of his jaw and that the tattooed lettering on the knuckles of one hand spelled LOVE. He wore leather and denim, with a red shirt, and he tipped his chin to you before turning to the other woman on the bench.

Behind him, the neon psychic sign blinked furiously as the bus in question crawled into view.

”Thank you for keeping an eye on her,” Steve said to the other one on the bench, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.

“Of course,” she stood to button her coat. “Beers are on you this Friday.”

“Remind Eddie if you see him, I might be running late again.” He hadn’t gestured to you, but somehow you knew that you would be the one to make him run late.

The bus rattled closer; it was filled with blue light and odd, dark shapes.

“Are you ready?” The man on the motorcycle tossed the smoke to the pavement and extended his hand to you. “Jump on.”

You got to your feet and hesitated, trying to figure out where you knew him from.

“But I’m waiting for—-”

At that, the air brakes on the lumbering passenger vehicle hissed, coming to a stop, and a cloud of fog billowed up around it.

“You were waiting for me,” Steve tipped his chin at you. "I made a promise."

At another glance, you saw through the windows that it was crowded in figures wearing black shrouds, shuffling forward at the sight of you. They were moaning with unspecified longing that somehow translated into the creepiest sound you’d ever heard. Gasping, you took his hand, and he pulled you close, urging you on the seat behind him.

“I got you,” he whispered.

On the bench, Robin filed her fingernails with an emery board, blowing a pink bubble with her gum like she hadn’t a care in the world.

You held onto Steve’s leather jacket to swing your leg over the bike, zipping your torso flush to his warm back.

Behind Robin stood an endless sea of the same shrouded creatures, clustered dead still in the night as if being actively born from it. Some had antlers, some had hunched backs, and others were impossibly tall and thin. Lining up front to back and shoulder to shoulder, appearing out of seemingly nowhere, collectively withering one long, low growl.

You hugged him frightfully close, squeezing your eyes shut to bury your face in the back of his neck. He smelled like warm summer rain, damp earth, campfire smoke, and a zest of vanilla spices. Safe, I'm safe.

He revved the throttle and told you to hang on tight, but you wavered, checking to find that the army of faceless ghouls were right there—they’d been yards away, but now they were within arm's reach, hovering.

But then you were in the wind, head forced back by the velocity, choking on a scream, whimpering unintelligible pleas into the leather of his jacket.

He shifted gears and it felt like you’d entered some type of warp speed, engine humming between your legs. Eyes shut tight, you swore you felt sharp swipes of skeleton hands at your back and heard the shrieking wails of defeat as the masses lumbered to catch up.

The flap of enormous wings sounded as a few took to the sky, but Steve shifted again, lowering his head. “Don’t look,” he begged. “Soon they won't be able to touch us.”

Back at the bus stop, the door to the bus squealed open, and Robin did not look up from picking a piece of skin from her cuticle.

“Good luck with the next one, Dickie,” she said to the driver who hulked in his seat like Mothman, one clawed hand clutching the wheel.

Dickie looked from Robin to the road ahead and back a few times, trying to understand what was happening, before sinking his wings with a sigh.

“Do you need a ride, sugar?” His voice was usually deep and bellowing on the job, but just then it came out in a comically high-pitched southern accent.

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The first time you met Steve, he’d been waiting in the corner of your bedroom.

Waiting for you to go to sleep.

But you were up late watching Ewoks: The Battle for Endor on the small, VCR combo TV that was perched on your dresser. The violet crescents under your eyes hinted to the lack of sleep you’d been getting the past few months. You’d been having a bad rash of nightmares, and if you didn't know any better, you’d think you'd been specifically targeted somehow.

This was not the first time you’d unknowingly had a movie night with shadow Steve, but it was the first time you’d felt his presence. He was nothing but a dust mote of a glimmer, but still, you stared right at him, and asked if anyone was there.

Had he made a sound? Had he accidentally snickered a bit too loud at the giddy Ewoks? Or were you starting to sense him though the cosmic barrier that kept you in different worlds?

It made his heart stall for a second, mouth agape, and a hand outstretched, ready to come clean. To let you know that he wasn’t just some creep off the street, that he was just doing his job—but of course you couldn’t see him. If he ever got the chance to explain it all to you, he’d let you know that the two of you were on different channels of reality. Like switching stations on a radio, he could tune into you, but you didn’t know how to tune into him.

So, there was no way that you could…

“Back again I see,” you hummed, turning to face the screen from where you sat propped up against the headboard in your pajamas. “Where will you be hovering tonight? On the ceiling or at the foot of the bed?”

Were you talking to him? As far as he could tell, you were the only two in the room.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered, defiantly.

Did you really mean it, or were you trying to convince yourself?

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” but even as he stepped forward, he knew the effort was fruitless.

The sound of a barely audible whisper made you turn the volume on the tv down.

Okay, before you’d been bluffing, but that time you really heard something.

Flinging the covers off to jump out of bed, you spun around, wielding the remote out in front of you like a weapon.

“Who’s there?”

Nothing. No one. Just you and all of the nightmares you’d been having about paralysis demons pinning you down and sucking out your soul.

A horrifying thought occurred to you then that maybe they’d followed you out of your dreams and into the waking world.

You tossed the remote back onto your bed, spinning around to address the room. “If you have something to say to me, do it now. Don’t be a fucking coward and wait till I'm asleep.”

Your declaration was met with nothing but the garbled conversations on the TV.

It took a while for you to finally get to sleep, but once you did, that’s when the rattling on your closet door started. It was just a few scratches at first, coming from the inside, but then the doorknob wiggled.

Steve stepped out of the corner and walked—nay, floated.---around to the other side of your bed to act as a barrier between you and whatever was coming out of the closet. The beeping on his watch told him you were entering a deep sleep; he’d also draped an invisibility layer down just in case you did happen to wake up during the confrontation.

The closet door creaked, opening an inch, just enough for three long and meaty, hairy fingers to curl into sight.

“Wrong room, genius,” Steve said curtly.

The door propped ajar just enough so that one big, milk white eyeball could peer out. “Steve?” A garbled voice whispered. “I thought you were at the abandoned hospital with Hopper tonight?”

“I was,” Steve answered. “But now I’m here, asking you not to bother with this one.”

The big eye twitched, blinking a few long blinks. “Whatever you say, dude. I’ve got better places to be.”

Whispers tickled at your ears, as if someone was having a conversation nearby, but not close enough to fully comprehend the words.

You heard the name Steve.

So then you muttered it outloud: “Steve?”

Shocked, he spun around, staring at your parted lips. But then a snore escaped from the back of your throat, and he eased back.

“I won’t let them bother you,” was what he said, and you believed him. Whatever that meant.

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The motorcycle began to slow, and you took the opportunity to check behind you, slumping with relief to find that the highway was empty. Lined with evergreens on either side, the road shot straight out behind the two of you into ominous, smoky oblivion, as if there had never been a town or a Psychic sign or a bus stop.

Steve knew he was cutting it close, his time with you would be over soon, but he wanted to take you out and show you something cool, maybe even impress you. He’d told you about the crimson-colored lake before, about how you could see Mermaids and all manner of sea creatures. It didn’t make sense that they were all in a lake, but still, there it was.

“Have you ever seen a mermaid in real life before?” He asked over his shoulder, shouting above the wind.

You hadn’t, not that you were aware of, anyway. Everything felt so real, it hadn’t even occurred to you that perhaps you weren’t even in the real world.

“Well, don’t talk to them, and don’t look at them for very long,” he warned. “They’ll bite your face off as easily as wink at you.”

You nodded, taking in that information.

“I want to show you where—-”

But then the road dropped off at an abrupt cliff edge that appeared to jut straight down into a sea of stars. It was like a reflection of the sky above.

“Shit, I’m so sorry—” Steve yelled as the bike caught air.

You were going down, falling into the ether of nothingness, and you couldn't tell if the blood-curdling scream you heard belonged to you or someone else.

You clung to Steve while you plummeted down through the infinite space of some unknown universe, about to crash and burn.

Was this it? Is this how you die?

In bed, your eyes flew open with a jolt, clutching a pillow to your chest like you might’ve once held onto a boy for dear life. The pillow smelled like warm summer rain, campfire smoke, and vanilla spices.

After a few blinks, you realized that was the first time you’d slept all through the night without being forced awake by terrors in a very long while.

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Thank you for reading, and much love to those of you who have enjoyed this world from the start. Now that I'm writing again, I'm working on a very special chapter for Nightmare Eddie as well that I can't wait to share with you.

#Nightmare Factory #nightmare!Steve #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fluff #Nightmare Steve #biker!Steve #nightmare!Eddie

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moxfirefly · 1 year

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We really don't see enough of protective Donnie and I would love to see him just snap a little if someone was bothering his S/O.

❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞

❝ what did you just say to them, you little shit? ❞

❝ see, i woulda left it alone. but you made them fucking cry. so now you’re gonna lose your eyes. ❞

[ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.

[ RESCUE ] for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable.

Man it was hard trying to stay within the limit but I hope I gave you good prompts to work with! Can't wait to see what you come up with 🐢💜

*vibrates excitedly* unhinge Don? Oh friend YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

Somebody said Vern is the perfect scapegoat but why not have a little fun and have it be Casey this time 😏

Rated Mature cause Don’s gonna smack a bitch if he’s pushed.

You and Casey had never seen eye to eye, mostly because he came off as an arrogant prick.

And on good days he was just arrogant.

But tonight?

Well.

It was no secret that you had a couple of thoughts on New York’s finest, aka the cops.

One too many times had you seen their ‘shoot first ask questions later’ mindset in action. You’d seen excessive force, you’d seen the racism and mysogony. You felt and knew deep inside that if the day game where the guys were expendable that they be thrown under the metaphorical bus.

It never sat right with you.

So Casey had made a comment about work tonight and you hadn’t kicked on your filter and had retorted back with a snide comment about crooked cops and their ways. It had quite easily crawled its way up beneath Casey’s skin, he’d made a face and he had proceeded to give you the stink eye for the rest of the night.

Once dinner was put away and everyone went about the night time routine, Casey had continued to eye you with a scalding glare. You could tell he was itching to say something, it was frothing above the surface.

Donatello was on dishes duty and had caught the tail end of your comment towards Mikey.

“-I don’t like how he keeps staring at me” You placed the last of the left overs in containers and passed them off to Mikey.

Donnie had casted a look over his shoulder at Casey, who seem to be venting to Raphael about tonight’s little debate.

You found your way next to Donnie, resting your head against his bicep. He could tell you were bothered, while it was a sore subject it didn’t necessarily give Casey the right to cast daggers at you all evening.

“Are you alright?” He asked, careful to not drip too much concern in his tone. He felt your shrug, a sigh blown against his pebbled flesh. “Maybe I was too mean? I should apologize” You spoke softly, there was remorse in your tone. While you were right you also knew Casey was an alley, a friend.

Just as you made your mind up to at least let Casey know you knew he was on the guys side, everything went down the shitter.

Donnie saw you walk over and before you could extend a let ‘bygones be bygones’ apology, Casey had simply snapped at you. It was harsh, it was simply fucking mean. You stood stock still, shocked and taken aback.

Donnie shut off the sink, the clatter of a plate hitting the metal of the sink the one sound in the room. The rest watched in shock at what had just happened.

Donnie’s heavy footfalls alerted you he was there. He got between you and Casey, one look at your watering eyes as you stared at his boots was all he needed. He felt something boil inside of him, the very notion that somebody could make you cry, it was enough for that little part buried inside of him. That little part of him capable of unfathomable violence.

“What did you say to them, you little shit?” Don’s voice made you look up shocked at what he had said. You’d never heard him speak like that, and clearly Casey was just as surprised.

“Come on Don she’s been riding my ass about being some crooked cop! I know-“

“I never said you were crooked, Casey I was-”

“You might as fucking well did!”

His tone made you flinch and the embarrassed frustrated tears threatened to spill. It felt like a spotlight had been shone down upon you. Brought you back to those moments a parental figure would judge you and berate you.

A large hand wrapped around the scruff of Casey’s shirt. Casey eyes found themselves met with a pair of ones much, much angrier than his own. “See I woulda left it alone…” Donnie pushed Casey against the dinning table just as Raph’s desperate ‘Donnie no no no no’ came tumbling out of him. “But you made her fucking cry, so now you’re gonna lose your eyes”Casey honest to goodness yelped and nearly prayed when Raph got between them. “Case, the gym. Now. Don, walk it off, go” Raph’s hand patted Donnie’s plastron.

Casey had forgotten briefly just how tall Donnie was, just how menacing he could appear at his full height with a hand wrapped around one designed with the strength to cause a lot of damage. Donnie’s eyes didn’t acknowledge Raph’s presence, he let them stay on Casey. The silent threat was enough, and with a not so gentle shove he released Casey from his grip. A few items on the table cluttered down along with Casey’s balance and dignity.

Casey’s trembling eyes found yours.

You looked away.

Raph led him away to the home gym. Space and a cool down was the remedy for now.

You looked at Donnie’s back, there was a tremble to his hands and tension to his arms. You took a tentative step, hands grabbing his forearm before you leaned against his arm much like you’d done by the sink. It was enough to quiet his thoughts, his shaking hands to still. He looked down at his side, at the top of your head and sighed.

His arm wrapped itself around you, securely.

This was a side he never wanted you to see.

#jealousy prompts #quiet-trash-witch #ask #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader

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seababehh · 26 days

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When did you get this?|| Matthew Sturniolo x F!Reader PT 2

HEYYY YA’LLL WELCOME TO PART 2.

READ PART 1 IF YOU WANT

Summary: After some dangerous looks, and a week full of lingering touches and flushed faces, you decided to wear new jewelry to a party that gets a little more of a reaction then it was meant for.

WARNINGS: Smut Ya’ll, i finally did it. I bit the bullet LMAO. Unprotected P n V,ya’ll please wrap it before you tap it. Oral( F Receiving ), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, ma, sweetheart). Tension, Reader has a new belly ring that now has a dangling M on it. Grumpy Matt once again. Alcohol consumption (not anything bad it’s a party)

1 Use of (Y/N)

This is a long one be warned, i got a bit carried away.

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- 8:45 PM. Your Bathroom.

from: NickyBitch 🎀

what time are you going so we can go and what are you wearing? x

I heard the familiar ping from my phone as it vibrated from the sink counter next to me. I looked down at the screen, rolling my eyes at Nick’s message before smiling at myself. I opened the message, tapping the camera and taking a photo of my outfit. My black skirt sat nicely on my hips, showing off my belly ring. The black top I wore was covering my in all the right places, the high neck and no sleeves gave it a classy look. I straightened my hair and it hung over my shoulders. I posed with a hand on my hip, winking in the mirror as I touched up my makeup and sent the photo through and told him i’d be there at 8.

I smiled, placing my phone back down and looked at my jewelry box on the shelf next to my bath. In it, was a new belly ring with a sparkly silver M that dangles. I smirked to myself, before picking it up and looking at it in my hands. This whole week, Matt has been teasing me. Sending me smirks, teasing me instead of me teasing him, and lingering touches when we were alone. I rolled my eyes at the thought of the grumpy boy.

I unscrewed the top ball of my belly ring and replaced it with the new M one. I smiled at myself as it hung against my skin, wanting nothing more for him to touch me like he did in the kitchen last week. I can’t get it through my head how a little belly ring could have set this all off. If he liked the belly ring so much, it’s my turn to tease. I picked my phone off the counter and took it to my room as I get ready to leave.

To: NickyBitch 🎀

i’m on my way, see you guys now. xxx

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9:26 PM- a house party in the city.

I closed the door to the Uber with a smile; thanking him as I walked up the pathway to the house party. It was filled to the brim with people, multi colored lights and music could be seen and heard from miles away. The shouting and the talking brought a smile to my face as I made my way up the stairs. Beer cups and bottles were set everywhere, the smell of smoke and weed could be smelt. I smiled, time to let loose.

I walked through the door with a feign confidence, trying my best to keep my head high and not look at the other people around me. My black boots thumped against the floor as I made it through the house. There was a pool table near the back by the living room, and that’s where I caught the triplets standing. Chris had the pool cue in his hand, his silver chain hanging low as he bent over to take a shot. Nick and Matt were leaning against the wall, drinks in their hand as Nick looked like he was talking Matt’s ear off.

Chris shot his ball, sinking it. It caused everyone to cheer around him. Nick was the first to spot me as I walked up, eyes landing on me with a smile. “You’re finally here!” He shouted, pushing himself off the wall and around Chris to come and hug me. I laughed, hugging him back. “It takes time to look this good man, fuck off.” I smiled back, releasing from the hug. Chris saw me and whistled, holding his pool cue in one hand and opened his arms while waiting for me to hug him. I rolled my eyes with a smile as I hugged him back. “Looking good Ma,” Chris spoke, releasing me and walking around the pool table to line up for his next shot.

I walked with Nick back to the wall, looking at a stone cold Matt. His arms were crossed, looking down at me. I smiled at him, “You gonna let me hug you or not?” I asked, looking up into his blue eyes. “Shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you.” He huffed, looked to his right before opening up his arms and wrapping them around my shoulders. I laughed as he pushed my face into his chest, wrapping my hands around his waist. I pulled back a little bit, looking up with our arms still around each other. He had a small smile or smirk going on, and it made me grin. I released him, turning around looking at Chris. “I’m playing you next, sucker!” I pointed.

He let out a loud laugh, sinking the 8 ball. “Oh no. I’m shivering in my boots” He teased, passing me the pool cue as he wracked up the next round.

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Nick had bought me a drink while I was beginning to play against Chris, leaning low especially in front of Matt. I knew my skirt was short, and I knew what it was doing to him. He hasn’t seen my new ring yet, and it was now time to show him.

I moved to the other side of the pool table, now directly across from Matt, who was now sitting with his legs wide and his back against the old leather couch with my best friend next to him. His forearms rested against his thighs, a drink in one of his hands. He smirked at me, and I blushed, wetting my lips and smiled back. Now that I have his attention, I raised my arms above my head and pretended to stretch, knowing that my shirt would raise and my belly ring would show. I yawned, before I heard a cough, almost choking sounds.

I looked at Matt, whose hand was so tight around his cup that it was beginning to crush under the pressure. His eyes zoned in on my stomach, and I tried my best to conceal my laugh. “You okay there Matty?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. His cold eyes turned hot as I felt his gaze match mine. Nick turned to run his back, genuinely worried for his brother. Matt hummed a response to Nick, and looked sternly away from me, leaning back against the couch once more.

I smirked, knowing my little teasing game was working.

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After a few drinks, the buzz flowing through me, Nick and I had decided to head to the makeshift dance floor. The music was pumping, filling my ears while the alcohol filled my veins. I looked at Nick, who was dancing with me. His face was a little flushed, but he danced a little crazy, but that’s what made me laugh at him even more. He laughed back, causing me to giggle endlessly. A good song came on (HEAVEN AND BACK by Chase Atlantic) and I closed my eyes, my heart racing as I heard the intro. I ran my hands over my hips, then up my chest, over my boobs and past my neck into my hair.

I swayed my hips to the rhythm, not thinking about anything and enjoying the feeling. I brought my hands up the sky before opening my eyes, completely coming to a still. Instead of Nick in front of me, Matt stood with his arms crossed and a hard look on his face. My heart stopped, “Matt!” My voice came out a little breathless as he scared the shit out of me. My hands dropped to the side, before placing one on his chest. “What, is this your way of asking me to dance? Because you’re gonna have to try a little harder-.” I was interrupted, he placed his whole hand around my wrist and in one move he pulled my arm away from him, causing my body to collide into his. Chest to chest, my heart was racing. His other hand had come to rest on my hips, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, fluttering my eyes as I looked at him through my lashes.His blue eyes pierced through mine, looking down at me. His black fitted t-shirt did nothing to stop the heat radiating his body. His chest was rising and falling vigorously, “What fuckin game are you playing?” He spoke, his voice having a slight rasp to it. I smiled, “I’m not doing anything, honey.” I looked up at him innocently.

The grip he had on my hip tightened, his jaw ticking as he tilted his head and licked his teeth. I released my hand from his grip and placed it behind his head, followed by my other arm. His right hand joined his left at my hips, as he continued to look down at me. I started to move my hips towards the rhythm, slowly. He sucked in a deep breath, looking entranced as he started to follow my dance. The silence from both of us was a warning, we knew what would happen if we broke it.

I was starting to breathe a little heavier as I felt his hands moving lower. His one hand was resting just above my ass and the other was moving up. His fingers gently made it under my shirt and placed against my skin. His rings were cool against my hot skin. I breathed out gently at the touch, our faces mere inches from each other.

He let out a breath once more when he didn’t feel a bra under my shirt, before placing the hand that was under it on my jaw and bringing my lips to his. I gasped, kissing him back passionately. His tongue forced an entrance into my mouth, exploring it as we fought for dominance. I lost (obviously) and groaned as he grabbed a fistful of my ass and brought my body closer to his. I pulled on his hair at the back of his neck and he let out a groan. He pulled away from me, his pupils blown with lust.

He grabbed one of my hands once again, bringing it down. “Let’s go.” He said sternly, pulling me through the crowded dance floor. “What about Nick and Chris?” I asked, stumbling through people as he was making a quick pace to his car. “I’ll pick them up later when i’m done with you.” I smiled, giddy as we made it outside.

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My back was slammed against the door of Matt’s bedroom, my gasp swallowed by Matt’s lips as he kissed me hotly. I was grabbing his body, tracing my hands wherever I could touch. “Now, when did you get this?” He lowered his voice as he pulled away, beginning to take off my skirt, revealing my sparkling M belly ring. I smirked at him, while grabbing the bottom of his hem as pulling it up. “Just got it yesterday, only wanted you to see it.” I said against his lips.

He pulled his shirt over his head, doing the same with mine before gripping my hips and leading me to the bed. He slapped my ass as I crawled onto the bed, causing me to squeal. He smirked as he watched me lie on my back against his blush cushions. He grabbed my ankles, pulling me towards him, placing my calves around his waist. He leaned down and placed kisses from my ear, down to my breast bone. I whimpered as I felt his breath, his tongue and lips against my skin. I laid on my elbows, looking down at him. He smirked against my skin, those blue eyes looking electric as he matched my gaze.

He made his way down my chest, leaving marks in his wake: I felt his tongue go further down, just above my belly ring. He looked at it, before caressing it gently with his hand. “Fuck sakes,” He groaned, rubbing his hand over his face as he looked at the ceiling. “What?” I asked, breathless. It was soon turned into a moan as he started kissing down my inner thighs. He then let out a breath over my clothed core, pulling my lacy pink panties to the side.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, I just can’t get enough of you.” He slurred, licking a stripe up my folds. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back in pleasure. My hand now went down to go through his hair. His tongue licked over my clit, causing me to jerk my hips out at the shock. I almost screamed when he started to suck on it. “Matt!” I moaned, arching my back, pushing his face closer. I moved my hips, grinding against him, before he wrapped his hands under my thighs and held them open with his ring clad hands.

“Taste so good-.” He slurred once again, going back to kiss my clit. “Look so good, sound so good. I bet you feel so good, ain’t that right Ma?” He said, moving his finger to play with my entrance before pushing two fingers in. “Fuck-! Matt, it’s s’good.” I moaned, looking down at him. He came up for air with a vicious smile on his face. “Wanna feel you cum on my fingers baby.” He said. I looked at him, moaning once more as he hit that spot in me and started to repeatedly hit it.

I looked up at him, my mouth open and my face scrunched in pleasure. “I-I’m so close Matty, please don’t fucking stop-!” I whimpered, moaning. I clenched against his fingers, feeling the knot in my stomach close to snapping. His pace picked up, “You know how fucking mad you drive me? I think this is the new solution to fixing it, don’t you think sweetheart?” He said, moving his mouth down to my clit once again.

I let out a high pitch moan at the contact, feeling my orgasm hit me. “I’m cumming, Matt- Matty baby i’m cumming!” I shouted, arching my back and feeling my legs begin to shake as I release. My orgasm washed over me, Matt helping me through the high by kissing my body. He came back up to me y face, pushing the sweaty hair away from my forehead and sticking his other two fingers in his mouth.

I gasped, looking up at him. “How was that baby?” He asked, softly. “Wanna make you feel good, Matty.” I slurred, still coming down from my high. I pushed him over, letting him fall to his back. I placed my hands on chest, making moves down to his waist. His breathing became a little heavier. I got to his waist band, pulling his cock out. It was thick, and heavy. It’s tip red and angry, needing desperate attention. “Is this okay?” I asked, he looked down at me with hooded eyes, and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth.

I bend down, letting my tongue fall out my mouth as I licked his cock from the bottom of his shaft from his tip. Matt gasped; “Fuck fuck fuck-.” He stated as I pulled the tip into my mouth. I let my cheeks sink down to the bottom, his dick filling my mouth perfectly. I then started to hollow out my cheeks before making my way back up and began sucking him off.

He groaned, letting one of his hands tangle in my hair. He didn’t push, thank god, but he did tug on my hair a few times as I got closer and closer to his naval. I then pushed him all the way to the back of my throat, hearing him gasp and moan was all the motivation I needed. I continued to see that I sucked him off, lots of saliva filling my mouth. He then tugged my hair, pulling my off. He grabbed my jaw, “As much as i’m fucking loving this, I need to cum in you.” He stated, with a rasp. I nodded eagerly, coming up to kiss him. I climbed into his lap, feeling his wet cock against my folds. I moaned, feeling him run through my wetness. I lifted my hips, ready to position myself over him, before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over.

“Wanna see your face when I make you feel good baby.” Fuck, I might’ve just cum from him saying that alone. I wrapped my legs around his waist, but he placed his hands under my legs and brought them up over his shoulders. I clenched around nothing, feeling so anxious but so excited at how ready I am to be filled by his thick cock. He looked at me, “Do i need to get a condom?” He asked, breathless. I looked at him, “I’m clean, and on the pill. You should know since I share a bathroom with your brother.” I snapped, getting impatient at wanting him to fill me. His eyebrows raised, and he smirked. “Is that so?” He said darkly, slapping his tip against my clit.

I moaned loudly at the overstimulation. “Okay-fuck! Please Matty, please please. I’m sorry-!” I whined, closing my eyes as my faced scrunched. I can’t deal with the teasing. He chuckled darkly, placing his tip at my entrance. We both gasped as he went all the way. “Fuuckkk-.” He groaned, looking at me with a face full of pleasure. “S’big Matt.” I whined, feeling a tinge of pain at the size of him. He kissed my calf next to his head, “It’s okay baby, we’ll take it slow.” He started to move at an agonizing pace, and the pain slowly moved to pleasure. I cried out, feeling his cock fill all my walls, hitting my g-spot.

He then started to move faster, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. “God, Matt, you make me feel s’good! Keep going!” I moaned, looking up at him. His eyes were trained on where my pussy kept pulling him in. He looked in awe “You’re taking me so well baby, fuck. Never gonna wanna stop fucking you, stuffing you full.” He purred. He then reached his hand down between us, his thumb now rubbing circles around my clit. I cried out loud, gripping onto his forearm. “Matt- baby please! i’m close!” I shouted, looking up at him with begging eyes.

He smirked viciously once again, speeding up his thrusts as well as his thumb, making the cord in me snap once again. My orgasm hit me like a train, shaking as I clenched around him. “That’s a good fucking girl, cumming for me.” He gripped my jaw, squishing my cheeks as he continue to fuck me dumb. His pace continued, but his thrusts got sloppier. “You gonna let me cum in this tight pussy?” I whimpered as he continued, groaning as he hit that spot continuously. “Yes, Matt! It’s yours! Please cum in me-.” I cried, arching my back in ecstasy. “Fuck, fuck baby. I’m cumming!” He groaned, fucking me hard one last time before releasing hot ribbons of cum into me.

We both groaned, as he collapsed onto me, wrapping his arms around me. “Let me get you cleaned up,” He whispered into my neck. I smirked, “Who are you and what have you done with my Matt?” I smiled, kissing his cheek as he got up to walk to the bathroom. He came back with a rag and softly started cleaning up. He looked through his draw, throwing me a tshirt of his and a pair of boxers. I laughed at him as we had the matching lets trip sweat set on, his got the pants and i’ve got the shirt. He went to the bathroom, closing the door.

I heard his phone ring from the side of the bed, and I rolled over to look at it. Nick was facetiming Matt. I smirked, answering. The oldest triplets face popped up, looking at me. “Hello?” I asked, with a smile and my hand under my chin. He looked at me confused, “Where are you guys? Where’s Matt?” He shot out some questions. I feel Matt come up behind me, placing his head in my neck, before smirking up at Nick. “AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!” Nick screamed, slapping a hand over his mouth before cackling like a mad man.

Matt and I laughed, “We’re coming to fetch you boys now.” I spoke to Nick, causing Matt to groan. I ended the call. “You’re the one that said that, i’m just copying your words.” I teased, placing a kiss on his lips.

I got up from the bed and walked to the door, hearing his footsteps and keys behind me. He slapped my ass one more time, causing me to laugh.

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A/N - YALL HOW WAS IT. this was my first proper smut so please, i’d love to hear some feedback. WOW did i get carried away with this, i’ve literally also never had anyone ask to be tagged in something so thanks for @junnniiieee07 for wanting to be tagged. will forever appreciate you.

If you need anything, let me know!!

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Ghost x OC who has a fear of open bodies of water.

TW: talk of drugs, fear of drowning, and kind of gory romantic imagery.

She hated water.

Didn’t matter the size, shape, nor color. If it was deep enough to drown she was out. Just looking at it made her throat feel like it was caving in on itself. Her head got dizzy and she had to hold onto something to regain a sense of self.

So how the fuck did she get here?

“Price why the fuck am I here?” The woman yelled in her mic, holding onto Ghost’s arm in the helicopter. They were in the air high over the Crimean Sea. She could feel the inky black water that was staring at her through the window seeping into her veins. Ghost tried to shake her off, telling her ‘that’s enough, cut the shit Sergeant.’, but her grip did not falter.

“Ghost, do you see that shit? What if we crash huh?” She shrieked, letting go of him and running her hands through her hair. The normal blonde mess that was normally let down was pulled up in a lazy attempt of a ponytail. It stuck out here and there and bumps were consistent throughout the top.

“Evans, if you don’t piped down back there and gonna toss you out the back.” Nikolais voice rang out through the comms. He was sitting in the front cockpit, piloting the heli.

“You would never.” She gasps, putting a hand over her mouth. Fear radiating through her body.

Ghost had his eyes locked on her anxious movements. He wasn’t used to her being like this. Calm and collective weren’t words he would use to describe her, but normally, frantic wasn’t one either. Her jokes and dark humor frequented his thoughts. He loved watching her pretty lips from the words ‘fuck you’ when she was mad. He knew just how her muscles were tense up when she was frustrated, how her grip on her tool would make her knuckles white. Even her sly smile when she knew she was getting away with something no one else could. That smile imprinted itself on the back of his eyelids and whenever he closed his eyes it showed up in the black fuzzy dots.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do. He knew part of the reason he had never seen her like this is probably because he had never seen her sober enough to get to this point. She had a whole cabinet of shit that would knock her ass out if it ever got this bad. Most of the time she couldn’t even get here because she was already high. She frequently said, ‘THC is a magical drug,’ and then would lay in the lawn chair she put in the garage watching YouTube on the TV she attached to the ceiling.

“I would now be quiet. Take one of those pills of yours-.” The Russian pilot tried to say before being cut off.

“Evans, do not. Evans, I repeat do not take anything. You must be sober on this mission.” Price’s voice, thick accent and all startled her in her headset. Price’s voice was commanding and controlling, yet had this warmness. It sounded like a father warning his kid to not do something dangerous. He was one of the reasons she hadn’t lost herself yet.

“So there you are! Despite me calling for you over and over, you respond when now?” She lectured, her voice shaky and desperate. She had moved from where she had been sitting, next to Ghost by the window, to the ground huddled in a ball. The ground was cold and metal. The sound of the heli vibrated her bones only adding to her unease. Her boots made this squeak noise that made her jump as she brought her knees to her chin.

“It was my smoke break Evans,” He chuckled.

“No it was not!” She fired back, rocking back and forth now, squeezing her eyes shut. All she could think about was how long it would take to fall from this height and straight into the water. Then how long it would take to drown and sink onto the seafloor. She imagined all the soldiers and equipment already laying there from past wars. They were in air space where fighting had been frequent.

Her thoughts then tumble like waves waiting to crash on the shore. First returning from its last crescendo, pulling back sand, rocks, shells in its wake. The force of the riptide causing destruction in its path. Then turning over and over, taking water into its clutches and holding it tight. Tight enough you could cut it up with the sharpest knife. It builds up and up creating height and weight, enough to take down the forces of enemies stronger than its original state. Then it’s all too much for gravity to hold, so unforgiving, the weight unbearable, the pressure roaring so loud. It was going to break her, it all was too much. It would pull her down to the bottom of the ocean, a rock on her chest, and the seaweed tugging her into its slimy arms. She would never go willingly, she would fight, and fight, until her lungs were about to pop without the promise of a next breath. She would suffocate and never give in. Never open her mouth and take that breath. Never let the wave crash.

“Evangeline, love, you are fine,” A hand rested on her back, the wave faltering in its place, shaking in anticipation. “I’ve gotcha.” The words touch her soul so lovingly, like fingers caressing her heart. It’s as if it had torn open her chest rib by rib. Breaking the physical barriers of her body just to please the emotional ones. As if a hand held her lungs softly and lovingly, soothing the pain. She bathed in that feeling, letting it overwhelm her. She’d rather drown in her own blood than the ocean. She would let her ribs crack and bleed then let the ocean consume her whole. So she took that breath, the one she held back so faithfully. She let go of the wave, watching it fade out onto the coast, caressing the sand.

The deep breath finally escaped her lips, her hands shaking as they held her legs to her chest.

“That’s my girl.”

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enam3l · 1 year

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Hi Mona!

I love your rockstar!eddie series!

I know request for him are closed for now, but when you decide to open up request again, I wanted to leave this here so that I won't forget.

Rockstar!Eddie coming back home after touring and he's so touch starved and deprived of you. So, when he comes home he ravishes you. He catches himself asking you if he's too rough and you're thinking he's NOT rough ENOUGH because you're just as deprived of him.

I hope have a winter/December and a great new year!

thank you angel! and you know what? because you've all enjoyed our rockstar eddie christmas request week, i'll give you guys one last fic. don't worry if i didn't answer yours. i will do them all i either A. just didn't get round to it or B. want to do it at a certain point cos i need to cover some other plots first

three fucking weeks (rockstar eddie x reader) 3.6k / mega smut from start to finish / fluff

this is for everyone who got involved in the xmas request week because of that, i've hit 700 followers. so here is my biggest smut fic yet before rockstar eddie goes on hiatus for a couple of weeks. this one ends on a cliffhanger! but you might want to refer to here to work it out... maybe then you'll also know what happens in the next fic

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

February 1993.

The last words you'd heard from Eddie were muffled from the other side of a bad telephone line. Although the sound warped by the the airport's tannoy and bustling passengers, you heard his lust filled words clear as day.

'The second I get home, I'm going to ruin that pretty little pussy.'

Three weeks since you'd seen Eddie. Three long arduous weeks since you had felt his touch. Corroded Coffin stowing away in a Joshua Tree music studio, hoping the barren surroundings would inspire new music. The writing process intermittently broken up by a series of gigs at intimate venues around California. Back in New York, the greatest city in the world had become the dullest in Eddie's absence. With damn Steve having swept your best friend off her feet you hadn't even anyone else to occupy your free time. Between your working hours, you'd managed to rearrange the bedroom, paint the living room and spend your months wages in retail therapy. But finally your boy was coming home and you couldn't lie, you were fucking horny.

Left to your own devices for the best part of a month, no toy compared to Eddie. Your touch incomparable to the sparks he could ignite on your skin with just a featherlight stroke. Vibrator redundant now your body knew the sensation of Eddie's mouth humming against your clit. Dildo a mere cheap imitation of the way Eddie overwhelmingly filled your holes perfectly. By now the flight had landed, it was just a waiting game until he came through that door and you could show him how much you missed him.

The front door slams open, handle cracking into the wall, sure to leave a dent but Eddie didn't care - he was eager.

'Sweetheart, I'm homeee!' he sings.

Bags carelessly discarded on the floor, all he can think about is being back in your arms.

'Baby? I'm back!!' he shouts again.

Eddie strips his jacket and kicks off his boots, giving you a chance to reply but to no avail.

'Y/N? What the fuck, where are you...'

When entering the apartment, he'd been too excited to even realise the lights were off, the entire place seeming desolate. Socked feed pad along the hardwood floors as he moves further into your shared home. Kitchen? Empty. Bathroom? Empty. Study? Empty. It's only as he catches himself from slipping that Eddie notices a trail of petals leading from the front door into the bedroom, where the door sits ajar. Too wrapped up in wanting to see you, he'd failed to notice. Now he realises a soft glow seeping through the cracks. Grinning in anticipation as he pushes the door open.

'Mother of god,' Eddie gasps as if the wind had been knocked out of his lungs.

The lights are dimmed low, only aided by candlelight which together illuminates your reclining figure on the bed. His eyes scan your body, drinking in the sight he'd been longing for. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that sight could improve. Your cute toes wiggle in black stockings that travel up your legs and cut off at the meat of your thigh. Even with your legs crossed, Eddie can see a tiny black material that barely covers your pussy. Then your torso is adorned in a black bustier, hooks travelling up to where a deep v cut finished below your sternum; breasts spilling out of the ruffled cups. His cock twitches at the thought of ripping the hooks open. Your neck and collarbones are exposed, soft, delicate skin waiting to be marked by his lips. And then there's your face. Eyes sparkling at him, full of lust and love. Mouth struggling to keep a grin at bay. The face he went to sleep thinking about every night, woke up from dreams about and spent the day with it in mind as he tried to write music. Your arm reaches out, hand beckoning Eddie forward.

'Hi Eds. I missed you... too much.'

Your head nods down to his crotch now. Too lost in the vision before him, Eddie hadn't noticed the way his cock had hardened to the point of straining against his jeans.

'I think you should probably take your clothes off and come and say hello,' you smirk.

Instantly, he's scrambling. Head barely able to form a coherent thought aside from how he needs to touch you right now. T-shirt flings to one side of the room and socks to another.

'Sweetheart... I - fuck. You look like a dream. I'm scared I'm still on that fucking flight or delirious in the stupid desert,' Eddie pants as he scrambles with the buckle of his jeans. The second his aching cock springs free you let out an inadvertent moan. As soon as his body is entirely freed of fabric constraints, he's hurling himself onto the bed and crawling up towards you.

Eddie's lips kiss every inch of you as he moves upwards. His lips need to reacclimatise to the body he knows better than his own. Kisses pressed from the tips of your toes, your kneecaps, covering your thick thighs and then lingering on your poorly concealed cunt. He hisses as he leans in towards your mound, able to smell your arousal. Lips kiss the satin fabric of your thong and the skin it fails to cover. You're unable to stop your hips from involuntarily bucking as soon as he's near the place that's longed for him. Eddie's hands find yours and your fingers intwine, both of you gripping tightly at the other. Desperate to never let the other slip away for such a prolonged period again. Kisses litter up your sternum then across your pushed up cleavage. Once he reaches the plains of your collar and neck, Eddie indulges himself. Lips sucking marks onto the skin that's looking far too bare due to his absence. Teeth nipping gently causing those giggles that make his heart and cock swell. And finally, your faces are level, his hovering above yours.

The pair of you just stare for a moment. Absorbing the person you'd both been lost without; reacquainting with every freckle, blemish or fleck of colour in each eye. Both of your hands have traveled up to cradle the other's face. Your fingers twirl the curls that frame Eddie's face, pushing them away so you can fully appreciate your pretty boy.

'My pretty boy, I love you.'

Your noses rub against each other. Even this close, vision slightly obscured, you can see the blush that creeps up on his cheeks at the nickname.

'I love you too, sweetheart. Gone crazy without you.'

Humming in agreement, you tug at his hair.

'Feral,' you whine.

Eddie chuckles in a warm, sexy way that travels to your core. His eyes look down at your body beneath him, admiring again the outfit you'd chosen. Retracting a hand from your face, travelling it down your side before he slides it between your thighs. The string of the thong wet with your arousal as he pulls it from between your lips, then pings it back. The brief contact making you whine.

'Yep, I think you are feral, my love. Think I oughta do something 'bout that.'

'Plea-'

Your plea is cut off as Eddie's lips crush into yours. The sweet kisses that had covered your body are gone, replaced by desperate wet ones. It's seconds before the kisses are open mouths, tongues flicking against each other. Hips pressing towards the other, frantically seeking friction. Both of you whine into each others mouth as you begin to hump. You push your hips up, legs spread achingly apart to trap Eddie between. In return, he presses hard against you. Thick length bearing down on your clit, occasionally sliding between your wet pussy. You're both groaning and grinding, transformed once more into hormonal teenagers and whilst it's good, it's not enough.

'Gotta stop,' Eddie pants, 'this isn't - isn't how I wanna cum with you.'

You're unable to reply because your teeth are sinked into his shoulder to stifle the embarrassing moans scratching to come out. Never in your life have you been this pent up. Eddie tears his crotch away from yours, crawling back down your body. His hands, rough from weeks of constant guitar practice, firmly grip your thighs, keeping them apart. Doing so causes the thong to ping between the lips of your cunt which are now spread. His tongue flickers over his lips at your glistening wetness.

'Baby she's desperate... going to eat your cute little pussy now, 'kay? Missed her taste.'

You've been stifled by the built up desire, unable to produce anything but pathetic whinnies. But now you grab his hair harshly, yanking his head back up before his tongue can touch you. Wide eyed at your hard tug, Eddie looks up.

'No!' You snap. 'Spin the fuck around and get on top of me. Need to taste you too.'

The sternness in your voice has the ability to scare him in the way every authority figure has previously failed. Careful not to squash you, Eddie turns around, swinging a leg over so he's straddling you and then slowly reverses until his crotch hovers near your face. Usually you'd be on top so now he's far too aware of his weight. But the firm grip on his ass that tugs him down makes him to cave. Instantly Eddie's thick cock is bottoming out in your throat. Tears well in your eyes but you groan, pleased that his taste and smell now dominate your senses.

The luring natural musk of his skin and the slight salted taste of precum that had beaded on his tip.

The moment he sinks into your mouth, his teeth sink into the dough of your thigh - the pleasure sudden and overwhelming for him.

'Oh fuck-' Eddie sobs into your skin as you adjust and start to bob your head up and down his length.

Resting on his knees allows him to thrust in time with your movements, fucking his cock into your warm mouth. Eddie dives his face into your cunt, hand lifting away the thong that prevents him from burying his tongue deep into your folds. Humming at the taste he's been dreaming of for weeks. The vibrations cause you to gargle against his dick. After a few swipes of his tongue, lapping up the pool of arousal that had formed, he finds your clit. Tongue flickering over the enlarged bud, already feeling better than your fingers and vibrator had. Instantly, you spread your legs wider, granting him more access. Now he latches on, suckling at your clit desperately. The pair of you lie there, contorted to suck feverishly at the most sensitive parts of each other's body. It's overwhelmingly intimate and carnal. Something neither of you would've done for any previous lover.

Now, Eddie lets his hand travel towards your hole that he knows is begging to be filled. Two large fingers plunge inside your cunt and instantly he feels your walls contract against him, eager to maintain the fullness. Your throat contracts in response as you moan at his fingers penetrating you. Eddie continues his assault on your clit as his fingers fuck into you. The pair of you forlorn in pleasure, you whimpering against his cock as he moans against your clit. Mimicking his movements and desperate to reward him, you bring your hand up to his exposed ass. You grab and knead the fat of his asscheek before letting a finger rub gentle circles round the rim. Immediately, Eddie breaks contact with your clit.

'Oh shit, please, baby, please,' he begs.

Now you're warmed up, he slips in a third finger. As if to encourage you to go further with your own movements against his hole. You want to coo at his begging but your mouth is too full of his perfect cock. Applying firmer pressure as you circle his hole, you feel him ready. Finally you finger slips into his asshole, it's hot and desperate for attention. Walls pulsating against your finger.

The pair of you mirror the other now. Fingers fucking into the other at the same pace, growing more brutal by the minute. Your mouths sucking and licking at the other's sensitive spot. Knowing both of you will only last a few minutes at this overwhelming pace, Eddie breaks away.

'Y/N we gotta stop. I'm so close and I need to fuck you. Sweetheart, I gotta be inside you'.

Eddie pulls himself out of your mouth, allowing you to instantly gasp for the extra air his thickness had been blocking. He moves back so your eyes can meet again, large warm hand cupping your cheek.

'You okay?'

You nod as you catch your breath.

'Yeah, Eds. Please, please fuck me. I need to cum,' you beg. Unbothered at the slight patheticness to your tone.

Eddie removes your thong entirely now.

'We both know that was doing nothing,' he laughs.

Without guidance, you're putting your legs over his shoulders; an unsubtle hint that you need him now and you need him deep. He takes his length and lines himself up with your entrance. Then, three weeks of longing are broken as he thrusts into you. Too overwhelmed with wanting to even slowly enter you. Eddie is instantly bottoming out, balls pressed to your asshole as you wail at finally being filled.

'Oh jesus - yes Eddie!'

The volume and anguish in your moan takes even him back. He's never heard you be this desperate and it triggers something primal in him. Instantly he's thrusting into you fast and hard. Each unrelenting push jiggling your breasts further out the corset.

'God I missed - ugh - this tight little pussy,' he grunts.

You need even more. Your fingers yank at the hooks of the top until it parts and your tits finally spill out. Eddie moans at the sight. Instinctively, he's latching onto your hard nipples, folding your body in half to do so. Now he's sucking at your breast and fucking you deeper and it's still not enough. You're greedy in a way you've never been before. Making their way around his back, one hand finds his head, pushing him close to your breasts as your nails scratch his scalp. The other hand seeks his ass, squeezing it until you retract your touch and then crack your palm hard against his soft cheek.

Instantly Eddie bolts up from your chest, staring at your eyes, wild. The warm chocolate of his iris, eclipsed by blown out pupils.

'Did you just fucking spank me, sweetheart?' he chokes out.

Now he's upright you're no longer able to reach so you seek a new method of showing him how you want it. Your hand now clutches at his throat, Adam's apple bobbing against the stretch of skin between your spread thumb and forefinger.

'Yes and I'll do it again.'

You sound like a brat and you have no remorse. Three weeks of pent up frustration is now rearing its head. Eddie puts his hand over yours and squeezes it, encouraging you to tighten the grip at his throat. He's continuing to fuck you but his pace has slowed, intrigued by this turn.

'Sweetheart,' he coos, 'what has gotten into you? I like it.'

With one hand flexing across his throat, your free one takes his and pulls it to your mound. Encouragingly placing it over your clit. Grinning, Eddie's fingers rub firm circles over it as he languidly thrusts into your cunt. Although at a slow pace, his cock plunges deep into you. Hitting the sweetest, most filling spot and then dragging torturously along it. The movements have your hard exterior crumbling and whining under him.

'You- you were gone... I was... was so fucking horny. Couldn't c-cum,' you're gasping now. Eddie's motions along with the way the chocolate of his eyes appears molten at your confessions.

'Not with you. Needed you... Eddie. Tried everything.'

He bends down to give you a deep kiss. Years together and yet he remains in shock that you need him as much as he needs you. He hopes this kiss will wipe away your cute little pout.

'Couldn't even play with your toys?' he murmurs, intoxicated by how fucked out you look beneath him. You shake your head, hands wrapped around his neck, thumbs stroking his skin.

'Okay, baby. I'll make you cum, yeah?'

'Please Eds,' you beg.

The smile that appears from hearing your pleas is heartaching. Then he starts concentrating on thrusting into you again. Speeding up his movements, languid pace abandoned. But it's not enough, the earlier momentum lost.

'No,' your hands tighten on his throat, 'like before. Harder.'

'It wasn't too hard?'

The nails that dig into his Adam's apple tell him the answer before you do.

'No. I want you to make me fucking cry.'

'Fuck, fuck baby, yeah okay.'

Instantly Eddie is folding you again, arms braced either side of your head as he towers over. Your knees press up near your shoulders. His pace quickens, fucking you senseless. The drawn out process of this evening has left you dripping. Sounds of wetness filling the room as he plunges back into you each time.

'Hear that fucking sound, best music I ever heard,' he groans.

Your hand seeks his ass again and you repeat your earlier actions. Spanking him again. The crack against his skin ringing even louder than the squelch of your cunt.

'Oh fuck yeah,' Eddie cries, 'again.'

The spanking repeats, each time you do it, his pace somehow quickens. Your clit is throbbing now, aching for touch again. You hand wedges between your bodies and you whimper as you relieve the ache.

'Wait,' Eddie's shifting over you, 'from behind, wanna fuck you from behind. Only I get to play with your clit.'

His voice is strained, you know he's at the edge of cumming. Eddie gets off the bed, standing and tugging your ass towards him once you're on your knees. The moment he slams back into you, your back caves into a deep arch and you both moan.

'Yes, that's it!' he cries.

Eddie wraps his arm under you, finding your clit and continuing his assault. Fingers pressing harder and covering a greater expanse than you ever could. The fast circles in time with his cock fucking into you. From behind he goes deeper, pressing against that one spot with growing frequency.

'More,' you demand.

He leans forward until his mouth latches onto your shoulder. Like this, he's prevented from pulling out far and instead it feels as if he's humping you. It's dirty and animalistic and it's what you needed.

'Ed, I'm close.'

His teeth sink into you now causing you to cry out, giving you exactly what you asked for.

'Look at you... fuckin mess sweetheart... all cos you couldn't get my cock.'

The tightness in your abdomen increases and Eddie feels how your cunt clenches round him like a warning.

'Shit,' you cry 'please please come inside me.'

Eddie instantly pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest. Fingers still toying your clit that has begun to ache from stimulation. His free arm wraps around you too, hand shaking around your throat to gently grip. Plush lips seek out your neck, pressing encouraging kisses as you near your climax.

'Don't you worry baby...' he grunts against your neck.

'Daddy is going to fill you up good.'

The nickname pushes you over

'Eddie,' you cry as you come. Three weeks have of build up, only worsened by tonight's teasing, come shattering down in a climax.

'Holy fuck y/n,' Eddie chokes.

He's realised before you and it takes you a moment to clock that you've squirted. Spraying over Eddie's cock and the sheets. He grunts like a feral beast at the sensation. An additional wet warmth showering over him alongside the tight clench of your spasming pussy. He takes a few more drawn out thrusts, sloppy from your cum.

'Three... weeks... worth!'

Eddie moans your name as his comes after his final word. You feel the heat squirt up inside you and he suddenly jerks, shooting out another load deep inside.

'Oh jesus...' Eddie whimpers as he humps at you again, 'there's more.'

And again another burst paints your insides. Instantly you flop forward, exhausted. A subconscious part of you whispers to make sure his spend stays buried in your cunt.

Eddie watches as you wriggle back up to the pillows, collapsing with a sigh. Knees bent, keeping your hips angled up. He crawls onto the bed and opens your legs to take in the view. Pussy puffy and blushing and completely full of his cum.

'Tryna keep me in there?' He chuckles.

'Yes,' you blush.

Bringing his forehead to rest against your knee he groans.

'Fuck sweetheart, don't tell me that. My balls ache from how much I just came but you'll get me hard again.'

The desperate look in his eyes makes you chuckle. You tug him on top of you, his head falling to your chest. Stroking his sweat matted curls, you cradle his face. Littering kisses all over him as he hums in content.

'I missed you so much Eddie. It physically hurt.'

'I know, Y/N,' he looks up at you smirking, 'could tell. But I missed you too. Missed home.'

Eddie snuggles into your chest. Exhausted by the sex and blissed out in your arms. This is where he belongs, always. He's certain he'll fall asleep here for the night. The question he was going to ask on his arrival will surely have to wait til tomorrow. But it's okay, he's been waiting since October - so what harm is another day?

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ravieisunhinged · 3 months

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Pool Table

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x F!Reader x Noah Sebastian

Oneshot / Imagine

Tags: @ladyveronikawrites, @lma1986, @blackveilomens, @cookiesupplier, @thcfountain

Content Warning: Fluff, Smut. 18+ only, mentions of dom!jolly, switch!noah, orgasm denial, male receiving oral, unprotected p/v sex, female receiving oral, use of a vibrator.

Note: This is my first "threesome" fic, trying to write more stuff out of my comfort zone. Actually ended up being 6 pages long on google docs. I'm not sorry for how long it is. Might as well turn this into a series LOL, part one here (also this one is inspired by the photo).

Ever since that comment Noah said on Christmas, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Of course, you kept it to yourself. It was a few months later, and since then, Jolly decided to buy a pool table for some reason. Why, you didn’t know.

You had just woken up from a nap, as you got home from visiting your friend a couple hours ago. Upon waking up, you hear voices. You recognized them immediately as Jolly and Noah's.

Of course, you were still wearing your outfit. You get up from the bed, and freshen up. Not feeling like changing your clothes, you decided to keep them on. You wore a black top, a leather jacket, and a skirt. Before taking a nap, you took your boots off. Finally deciding to leave the room, you leave.

As you enter the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You ignore it, and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Where were you earlier?” Jolly asked you. You suddenly turn around, and see him crossing his arms.

“With a friend, why?” You ask.

“I see, I see.” He replies.

“Did I miss out on anything?” You ask.

“Just Noah and I chilling in the basement.” He says.

“Mind if I join? I’m bored.” You ask.

“Of course you can. If you wanna play a round of pool with me, sweet girl.” He says, smirking.

“It’s on.” You reply, smirking back at him.

You both go to the basement, and as you enter the room, Noah looks up from his computer. “Oh hey.”

“Hey yourself.” You reply.

He smiles, then looks back at his computer. You and Jolly play a round of pool. That is, until you decide to tease him.

As you’re thinking about your next move, you bend over to do your turn. Showing Jolly your bare ass, he notices you're wearing a thong.

“You’re cheating.” He mumbles.

“What? No I’m not.” You reply.

He places a hand on your ass and caresses it. Your breath hitches as he does this.

“Yes you are. I have a suggestion for you, pretty girl.” He says.

“Go on.” You reply.

“You remember what Noah said at Christmas? What if we make that happen..” He suggests.

“I’m not opposed..” You say.

He smiles, and tells Noah. They walk back over to you, your pool stick falling to the floor. Noah presses his erection against your ass, and ruts into you.

You gasp as he does this, and you grip the edges of the pool table. Biting your lip, you can feel yourself getting soaked.

“Fuck,” You breathe out, leaning your head back.

“Gonna be good for us sweet girl?” Jolly asks you.

“Yes, fuck.” You reply.

“That’s my girl.” He smiles, then kisses you while placing his hand on your throat. You moan against his lips, and Noah moves one of his hands to your thong. He can feel how wet you are and he groans.

“You’re so wet for us baby” He says.

"I wonder why," You breathe out.

"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" Noah asks.

"Yes" You say.

"All you had to do was ask, baby." Jolly says, kissing the bottom of your jaw.

Noah smirks, and moves your thong to the side. You groan as you feel his fingers on you.

"Give it to me Noah, please." You beg.

"Since you asked so nicely," He replies, sinking two fingers into you. A loud moan escapes your lips, and Jolly kisses you once more.

A while later, as you feel that you're about to cum, Noah removes his fingers. You whine, and Jolly tells you to be patient.

"Think we should make her wait for whining?" Jolly asks Noah.

Noah smirks, and agrees. You whimper, and Jolly pushes you so you’re on your knees. He also tells you to get on all fours, and you listen.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” Noah says.

“And I’m going to fuck you,” Jolly tells you.

“Please.” You beg.

Noah moves so he’s standing in front of you, and Jolly behind you. Noah unzips his pants, he was hard, especially after feeling how wet you are. “Open.” he commands. You listen, and you open your mouth. Noah tests the waters at first, then starts to fuck your face.

Because of Noah distracting you, you don’t hear Jolly unzipping his pants. When you feel Jolly against you, a moan leaves your lips. Noah feels it, and a whimper leaves his lips.

When Jolly slides into you, another moan leaves your lips, making Noah whimper again. But louder this time. Jolly notices this, and raises an eyebrow.

“You like it when she’s moaning?” Jolly asks Noah. He doesn’t reply, so Jolly speaks up again.

“I asked you a question, Noah. Answer me.” Jolly demands.

“Yes. I like it when she moans on me.” He answers finally.

“Good boy.” He praises Noah, and he grows harder in your mouth.

“Fuck. I’m close.” Noah says.

“Well that’s too bad, you don’t cum unless I say so.” Jolly says.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been good.” Noah begs, with pleading eyes.

“Pull out of her mouth.” Jolly demands.

Noah does so, and Jolly makes Noah watch him fuck you.

Jolly leans in your ear, “I know you’re close. Cum for me, doll.”

You cum, and Jolly pulls out, releasing over your back. Then, he picks you up and places you on the pool table.

“We’re definitely going to have to clean this later.” Jolly laughs, and you agree.

“What about me?” Noah asks.

“What about you?” Jolly asks.

“I need attention.” Noah says.

“Maybe if you’re patient, I’ll let someone here give that to you, after another round. Now, stay seated and look pretty.” Jolly replies.

Noah sulks where he’s sitting, and Jolly looks at you. “Now, how about another round before we focus our attention on someone over there?”

“Sounds like a plan, babe.” You reply.

“Good girl.” He replies.

Jolly kisses down your neck, and leaves love bites all over your body. When he reaches your thighs, he of course leaves them there too. “Do me a favor Noah, and praise our girl while I take care of her.” He says before diving into you.

When you feel Jolly’s mouth on you, a loud moan escapes your lips. Noah smirks, and decides to praise you. “Good job, taking it like the good girl you are.”

As Noah keeps praising you, the closer you get to your edge. “I’m close,” You finally say, and Jolly just keeps at it.

When you cum it gets all over the lower half of Jolly’s face. Jolly pulls away, and you see it all.

“You taste fucking delicious every single time.” Jolly says. He kisses you, making you taste yourself. You feel something against your thigh, and you smirk.

“Is that for me, sir?” You ask.

Jolly smirks, then slides into you. A moan leaves your lips as you feel him enter you, as you were starting to feel sensitive from two orgasms already. “Think I can get one more out of you?” He asks.

“Mmhhmmm.” You mumble. Jolly smiles, “Atta girl.”

His hands go to your hips, caressing your skin as he’s fucking into you. When you finally clench around him, Jolly notices. “Close, sweet girl? Cum for me.”

You lose it at the name, and you cum around him. He pulls out, and releases on your stomach. Picking up some with your finger, you lick it off. Jolly grabs a cloth, and wipes your stomach with it, cleaning you up.

“You okay?” He asks.

“I’m perfect.” You say.

“Good. I was wondering if you wanted to take care of someone over there, since he’s been patient enough to wait for us.” Jolly suggests.

“Yeah? Anything specific?” You ask.

Jolly hands you a vibrator. “Use this on him.” He says. “Will do, baby.” You say, kissing him.

“I thought I was going to rail the fuck out of her?” Noah asks.

“Next time.” Jolly says.

“Oh. We’re doing this again?” Noah asks.

“If you want. It’s all up to you. Isn’t that right?” Jolly says, looking at you.

“He’s right, sweet boy.” You say, looking at Noah.

“I wanna do this again, in that case.” Noah says.

“Got it. Let her take care of you then, I’ll get things ready for when you’re done.” Jolly suggests.

“Okay.” Noah says.

Jolly leaves the room to get stuff ready for a shower, for when you’re all done. You walk up to Noah, and kiss his cheek, down to his neck.

Switching the vibrator on, you place it on his already hard dick. Noah immediately whimpers, and starts squirming.

“I need to cum already, please let me cum.” He begs.

“Go ahead, sweet boy. You’ve waited long enough.” You say. He immediately cums, and it gets on the vibrator and your hand. You lick it off, his eyes widen.

“This can be cleaned later,” You say turning off the vibrator and setting it on a nearby table, “let’s get cleaned up, okay?”

He nods, and you take his hand, leading him to the restroom where Jolly is waiting. By the end of the night, you’re all cleaned up and in bed, getting some rest after the long day you had.

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Tattoos and other stuff. (Arber Xhekaj)

Discovering your tattoos had better consequences than he thought. Note: This is p*rn with little plot. Tattooed!Reader. Warning: +18. Arber. Fingering. Penetrative s*x (p in v). Oral s*x (both receiving)<.

"I didn't know you had tattoos" You heard behind you.

You turned around in your chair and looked at Arber sitting with his legs spread and his back against the wall. He had been in silence for ten minutes, waiting for you to fix some stuff for him.

"Surprise?" You giggled. "Which one did you see?"

"That corner down there. Your ankle"

You smiled and lifted your trouser. "Slaf loves this one"

The lines crept up your shin and calf drawing shapes that guided his eyes higher.

"Slaf?"

"Mhm" You turned around and kept working on your computer. "He saw it some weeks ago"

Why did Arber feel jealous? You were just the media girl, he had no say over you. Not that he should. But there was literally nothing tying you.

You picked a piece of liquorice gummy.

"Do you have more?" He asked while playing with the edge of his shorts and eying his own.

"Yeah. A couple." You shrugged it off.

Arber found himself obsessed with the idea. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see more. He needed to. He was constantly trying to get a peek at the ink in your leg. He needed to know why Juraj was so fascinated.

"Here" A huge hand presented itself right in front of your face.

You looked up and smiled sweetly before taking it. "Thanks, Arber" You said as you climbed out of the cab.

"No problem"

"Guys! Hurry up" A very excited and vibrating Cole called for you.

"Cutest kid out there" You giggled and walked in his direction.

Arber rolled his eyes and wondered if Cole had seen them too. You seem a bit closer to him. He was actually the one that had begged you to go out with them. The other kids and I are going out and you have to come too.

Your trousers were long and wide-legged and you were wearing a turtle-neck crop top. Your arms and most of your body were covered by your black clothes. But there was that part of your belly that the fabric couldn't hide. Is that another one?

"Hey. Wake up" Juraj slammed his shoulder to his when he walked pass.

You danced and laughed with the boys for hours. You were truly having fun but your feet were staying to get tired of the heeled boots.

"Never ever wear heels, Sheriff" you said sitting on the stool next to him.

He peeked another tattoo on your wrist and smiled to himself.

"Not on my plans. Plus... Do they make heels for big guys?"

"I hope not." You giggled.

"I'd look fabulous"

"Never said the opposite" You teased back.

He laughed and moved so he was standing closer to you. "What do you drink? It's on me"

"Some soda, please" You answered with a sweet smile. You weren't going to deny a drink from a pretty boy.

He smiled. "Keeping it easy tonight?"

"I always do"

He leaned forward the bar and asked for the drinks before turning to you.

"How's work?"

Like that, you started a long conversation that made you both forget about time. It was so easy to talk to him, to joke, to tease,... You weren't sure why you hadn't done it before.

"Hey" Juraj appeared out of nowhere and hugged your shoulders. "We should go back home and end the night in there. Jordan said they are closing soon"

Arber felt again that jealousy tickle on his belly, but his smile distracted you.

"That's great." You said. "I just hope you guys are paying my Uber later. I live on the other fucking side of the city"

"You can crash there." Arber said. "I'll drop you tomorrow"

You smiled with a funny feeling in your belly.

"Perfect then"

Back at theirs, everyone flopped in the sofas. You had lost half of the group, some saying they were tired, others just sneaking hand in hand with their partners.

But there you were, barefoot and getting yourself another soda. "I'm gonna be so bloated in the morning." You said patting your belly.

Arber laughed. "Better bloated than hangover"

"Wise words"

He was so fucking gone for you. He couldn't stop looking at you. He had even found himself fighting Kaiden for the place next to you. Kaiden didn't mind, he didn't thought mcuh of it and was pretty happy to have the armchair for him and his girlfriend.

"I can't even pronounce that word" Juraj complained while trying to read the Trivia card.

You chuckled at his frustrated state. Cole was nice enough to help him.

You turned your face to look at Arber and found he was closer than before. His arm was over the back of the sofa and you were basically tucked on his side.

"Hi" He whispered.

"Hi"

"All good?"

"Would you be nice enough to lend me some comfy clothes? This jeans are fabulous but I'm tired."

Arber chuckled and nodded. "Hey guys, we'll be back in a second. I'm gonna give her a pijama"

You both walked down the corridor unaware of everyone's looks. You missed the wiggle of Juraj eyebrows and everyone else trying to not laugh.

"Okay. Um... A shirt... And now... Maybe shorts?"

You leaned against the back and watched him search around the drawers. His back muscles looked tight under the cotton t-shirt and wow... You'd kill to run your nails down there.

"YN"

"Mhm" You snapped back and your cheeks warmed.

"These?"

"Yeah. They are fine. Thank you very much"

Arber nodded and passed you the clothes. It was quick, but your fingers brushed and you felt a wave of electricity run over you. Arber swallowed the thick lump on his throat and tried to not think about you on his clothes.

You walked to the bed and he walked out, but just as he turned to close the door, you were taking the tight top off. He gasped. Arber loudly gasped when he saw your inked figure only covered by that pink bralette and black trousers.

You turned around with the top pressed to your chest.

Arber was frozen. You said you had a couple more tattoos, not your whole skin covered by them. Your arms had different tattoos over them. Then he could see something on your belly and those he had seen in your back. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had seen.

"Arber..."

"I-I..." He started saying without even thinking of the words. "Wow."

It was genuine and you smiled. He nervously laughed and you chuckled.

"They are amazing. You look beautiful, YN" He confessed.

His fingers were white due to the pressure he was putting on the knob.

"Thank you" You softly said. "Do you want to see them?"

Arber nodded and walked back in. From outside, Kaiden laughed when he saw his friend going back into the room.

The sound of the door closing sent chills down your spine and encouraged you to left the top aside. Arber swallowed when he saw your pink lace claded chest.

"I thought you said you had a couple" He smirked when he was right before you and towering over you.

"Well..."

"Has Juraj seen these too?"

You bit your lip and devilishly smile. "Are you jealous, Xhekaj?" If he only knew how unfounded his little tantrum was.

He rolled his eyes. "Not really. At the end you are here with me, aren't you?"

Fuck... He had no business being that hot.

"Sure I am"

He lifted his hand and his fingers met the tattoo on your shoulder. The black ink draw shapes in your skin, a flower.

"It's a magnolia"

His fingers kept traveling down your arm, more plants, a butterfly, words... He was truly fascinated. You felt like floating. He was stanstanding so close and he was so tall and strong. It made you dizzy and you couldn't ignore anymore the throb between your legs. You wanted nothing more than this. Whatever it was. He had you on the palm of his hand.

His eyes swifted to your chest, there were no tattoos in there yet. It didn't mean they didn't look fabulous in the pink lingerie. But he didn't want to be disrespectful and he skipped to your left arm. This time, his warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and he moved your arm to get a look in your inner bicep. "A mermaid" He said with a smile.

"Do you like it?" You muttered.

"It's beautiful" He smiled and looked at your eyes.

There was something in them that got his attention. Desire. You wanted him. You were looking at him with desire in your eyes. Your lips were half open and wet. Arber's trousers already felt too tight. It's going to happen. But he wanted to play. He needed to hear you beg at least once.

His big hands delicately moved over your arms as he closely observed your tattoos. "You are really pretty, YN"

You smiled and took another step closer. "Am I?"

Arber nodded. His eyes yer moving between yours and your lips.

"You can do it. I won't complain"

He chuckled and cupped your cheeks. Arber took a moment to run his thumb over your skin, which made you shiver and step forward. With a smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

His mouth was sweet like his drink and warm and he moved his lips slow. You already loved it and needed more. So much more. So you hooked your fingers on his jeans and pulled him flush against you. Obviously, the height gap was there, but who really cared? He was quick grabbing your ass, a handful of it that made you moan on his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers found the dark strands of hair and gently pulled them. On your tip toes, your balance wasn't the best, but one hand on the back of your neck and another under the curve of your ass were enough to keep you in place.

But he pulled back and licked his lips. "Fuck Arber. You must be the hottest guy out there" You groaned.

He chuckled.

"I'm flattered" He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.

"You'd be hotter in your knees, tho"

He rolled his eyes and stole another kiss. He knew you had a pretty loose tongue. He had seen you chirping his friends like no one else. But this? It made him painfully hard.

"Is that what you want?" He wouldn't let you win so easily. "Beg for it" He said grabbing your chin with his fingers.

You surprised him. He thought you would be... More bratty? He didn't even know.

"Please" You said with a smile.

He laughed and kissed your lips. "A bit more?"

"Could you pretty please get on your knees for me?"

He dropped to the floor making you laugh. Then he realized that more than beg you had simply asked nicely. He was putty in your hands and that was a fact. But he couldn't care less. He would do anything you asked him for.

"Cute" You whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief and reached to open the button in your trousers. He wasn't ready for the matching lace panties that you were wearing. They barely hid anything but hugged your hips so perfectly. Plus... The fucking tattoos reached everywhere.

"Fuck..."

"Did you lock the door?"

"They know better than to come and bother."

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs at the thought. Anyone could walk in. You knew the guys and they were just a bunch of idiots. But also the way Arber spoke... They wouldn't dare to come. Arber had that smirk of his on his lips and it was driving you insane.

"Wanna see something else?" You teased.

"Whatever you have to show me"

So you took your bra off and Arber gasped. "Those too?" Little metallic piercings adorned your nipples and made them look perky. "Fuck, you want to kill me"

You giggled and leaned forwards slightly to grab his hands. He swallowed and observed how you guided his movements. You were already trembling. Your nipples were really sensitive against his palms and his hands were big enough to grab the whole breast. Arber followed your lead and touched you just how you were asking him to do. You never let go of his hands, though.

"Is that how you like it?" He asked with his eyes on yours. You nodded and closed your eyes. "You are perfect."

He pulled you even closer and planet his lips on your belly. Slow and wet kisses, moved up to your chest and he sucked one of your nipples between his lips.

You moaned so sweetly and felt your panties dampening. "Oh Fuck"

Arber took his sweet time savouring your skin. He tasted the moth tattoo in your belly, the rose on your hip, the hydrangea in your upper thigh, the finch in above your knee, then back up to the ivy in your inner thigh, the love written in your other thigh, the little fish in you inner wrist and the song lyrics in your rib cage. You forgot about anything else, closed your eyes and focused on his lips. You focused on how they felt as he sucked marks on your breasts and his tongue played with the metal buds in your nipples. You were barely conscious of him taking your pantie off until he attached his mouth to your centre.

You had to cover your mouth to not moan loudly. Arber was looking at you and he would never forget the face you made. Fuck. He got really invested in it, he wanted you to feel good. If he could, he would ruin everyone else. He wanted you only for him. He couldn't let you go after this.

But to be honest, it was uncomfortable. He was a big guy and the posture was awkward. So he didn't even thought twice. He turned you around and you yelped. Then a big hand pressed on your lower back and you bent forward.

"Oh wow..." It was quite a picture to remember. Even more when you leaned and laid face down on the edge. "Fuck baby... You will end me"

You bit your lip and wiggled your ass and he looked at your ass cheeks and smiled. "Well, your wish is my command"

You felt his teeth sinking and you smiled while whimper left your lips. Bite me was written in bold capital letters.

"I fucking love this" He whispered against your skin before grabbing both ass cheeks.

"P-please..." You were already desperate to feel his wet mouth again.

Arber dive in again and it was even better than before. His mouth was everywhere. You were desperately grabbing into the sheets and biting down your hand to not be loud. But it was impossible. You were a whimpering mess as his tongue played with you and his lips sucked on those sensitive spots. He was eating you out like a starved man and his hands kept you in place, pressed against his hard and letting you know you wouldn't be done until he wanted to.

At some point, he leaned back for air and decided that he wanted it for longer. One of his fingers ran over your entrance.

"Arber... Please... Do something..." You weakly whispered. The pleasure had you shaky and you could barely move. You needed to come. It was coiling in your belly and you felt like you would explode.

two of his fingers quickly entered you and you whimpered against your hand. As he moved them slowly, Arber leaned forward and kissed your head. "You make the prettiest sounds, baby" He pressed another kiss on your cheek and then nibbled your earlobe.

His fingers were thick and stretching you so nicely. "T-he other w-ay" You choked out.

Arber obeyed and moved his finger in the opposite way.

You gasped for air and pushed your ass back against his hand. He bit his lip. He had you basically against his thighs, naked and shaky, not being able to form a single word. His fingers were moving exactly in the way you liked them the most, pressing against your sweet spot and making the pleasure grow faster than ever. "A-arbie..."

He kissed the curve of your back where a tattoo of a bird looked up at him. "Tell me, baby"

"I...I... Your mouth"

"You want my mouth again?"

"Y-yes... Please..."

With another bite in the Bite me tattoo, Arber pulled his fingers out and you took a deep breath. "Such a good girl"

You looked back at him, who had a smug smirk on his lips. "The best" And then you threaded your fingers on his black hair and pulled him closer to your centre. A low laugh grumbled on his chest as he grabbed your ass cheeks again and resumed his work.

"Fuck, you are so good at this" You told him.

Arber started thinking about how he maybe had a little praise kink because those words drove him crazy.

It was a matter of time before you came undone. Your sweet sounds were muffled by the sheets and your and, but your breath was loud filling the room. Arber lapped at you until you let go of his hair and tried to pull away.

His initial plan of eating you out until he got tired of it would need to wait because his need to be inside you was actually bigger now.

When he pulled back, you whined. You didn't even know why. You just did. Probably it was because of the relief you felt.

"You are so sweet, baby" He said and kissed your shoulder.

Arber picked your chin and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. The kiss was slow and deep. His tongue was roaming around your mouth.

When he pulled back, he let you sit in the bed before grabbing you and throwing you to the centre of it. "Fuck, that was hot" You chuckled out of breath.

Arber looked down at you as he undressed. He knew well what it was doing to you. On your post-orgasm haze, your eyes looked hungry for more. Your finger was drawing patterns in your belly as you concentrated on his moves.

"You are so... ugh" You groaned and leaned back on the bed. "You have to look like that and be that goo with your mouth and...AH!"

With a smooth move and a smile, Arber flipped you so you were now on your belly. "But I want to see you..." You pouted looking back. "Shit"

Perfect. That's how he looked.

"I also like your tattoo, by the way"

He smiled and climbed over you, one big hand tracing a path up your side and to the back of your head. He kissed you deeply once more and laid his weight on you. You huffed a bit.

Arber blindly reached into the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He outted it on and caressed your cheek.

"Ready?"

"I have for the last half an hour"

He laughed and kissed your shoulder. Then, he positioned himself between your legs and...

"A pillow" You remembered. Clumsily, you put a pillow under your hips and wiggled your ass. He couldn't contain himself and spanked it.

You gasped and heat crept to your cheeks.

"You like it..." He teased.

"Shut up"

He spanked you again and you groaned.

"Are you going to fuck me or should I call Slaf?"

It was quick, he slid in you with no resistance and you choked on your breath. He closed his eyes for long seconds, needing a minute to get used to the feeling of your walls around him.

"Don't have anything to say now?"

"F-fuck you"

He couldn't stop kissing your face. He was fucking you deep and hard, strong thrusts of his hips made the whole bed move, but his hands were gentle and sweet with you and his lips kept you grounded with a soft kiss. Until at some point, your sounds were getting dangerously loud and he had to cover your mouth with one big hand..

It was hot. Probably the hottest thing you had done. And you took notes to ask him to put those hands around your neck instead the next time. When your friends weren't outside and probably heard the bed slamming against the wall.

But who really cared? Not you. You hadn't even realized that there was now music sounding outside because they had been more clever to muffle the sounds even before they could hear them.

You could only think of Arber, of his weight and strength as he pushed deep in you and the sounds he made.

"You feel so good... fuck..." He panted in your ear. "You are too good for me... shit... I think I'm going crazy..."

You moaned against his hand and closed your eyes. Did you want to cry? You did. It was so intense and the prior orgasm was still present. You knew you wouldn't last and Arber knew it too. He had already learnt your sounds. He had them all memorized.

And when you did, your fist clenched hard around the pillow and your other hand on his hip when you grabbed back into him. He hissed when he felt the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin.

"Shh... Want them all to hear you?"

You came down your high with breathy moans but Arber kept moving against you until he felt his own orgasm building. "I'm going to..."

"Let me" You whimpered.

Arber pulled out and watched you get on your fours. You were tired but you wanted to make the last effort. He felt proud of himself when he saw how you were shaking. Then you took him in your mouth and he was gone. You didn't need much to have him coming. A delicate hand kept you in place but free enough to move back if you needed to.

"Shit..." He groaned when you pulled back with teary eyes and your lips wet with saliva.

You were both kneeling now in front of each other out of breath and what felt like the best sex in your life.

You cleaned your mouth with your hand and smiled at him.

"Fuck..."

Arber cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You grabbed him and crawled close. You gave yourself the pleasure to caress his body. The slow make-out session was enough for you to relax. When you pulled back, Arber smiled.

"That was..."

You giggled and nodded. "Yes"

"Not a one-time thing, right? I will hate you if you disappear now" HE said still cupping your face.

"I'd be crazy if I do that" You said with your hands on his waist.

"I like you" He confessed in the softest tone. It felt great to say it.

You bit your lip and your heart went mad. "Take me out" You said.

"Now?"

"No, not now, idiot"

He laughed and kissed you again.

"Saturday?"

"That's perfect" You pecked his lips and pushed his sweaty hair back. "Can we shower?"

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest. And yes, you had another round in the shower before sleeping like two babies.

In the morning, you kissed his shoulder and cheek before getting the clothes he was supposed to give you last night. Outside, you found Slaf sleeping on the sofa.

You moved around the kitchen and looked for the things you needed to start with breakfast. Until you heard heavy steps behind you.

"Morning"

"Morning, Juraj"

"It's nice to see you standing this morning, YN"

You showed him a finger and he laughed.

"Dickhead"

"I told you he would like those them. What did I say? They will drive him nuts"

You laughed and nodded. "You were right, kiddo"

"Not a kid, YN"

"Yeah, whatever"

Arber found you two laughing in the kitchen but he didn't feel that jealousy anymore.

"Hey"

You turned to look at him and smiled to yourself when you saw him only wearing sweats.

"Good morning"

"Indeed" He said and walked to you before side hug you and kissing your head. "Smells good"

"Yeah. Juraj, wake Jordan up and tell him breakfast is ready"

"Mum and Dad need alone time, understood"

Arber and you laughed but as soon as he was out, Arber cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet good morning kiss.

"What were you laughing at?"

You bit your lip and winked at him. "A secret of ours"

You wouldn't tell Arber that when he had been dying of jealousy, Juraj had been encouraging you to talk more to him and had convinced you that Arber actually liked you.

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gretavanbear · 8 months

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The Professor

Joshua Kiszka x Reader x Jake Kiszka

[I felt bad to keep you guys waiting... here's a little something for rn and next chapter/part will be out today!]

warnings: oral (m receiving)

Screening # : ?

Your jaw hung low as you felt his lips make contact with the sensitive skin of your neck. “If you aren’t going to answer me then shut your mouth, honey. You’re tempting me to fill it right up.” His low voice rang in your ear as you felt your heart flutter. You obeyed and shut your mouth as he pulled away. His fingers danced against the material of your pants, drawing little circles and lines.

“You haven’t answered me, still. It’s rude to make a man wait.” He said, his fingers continuously dancing against the material of your pants. He dipped his fingers inside and slowly dragged them down to your ankles, leaving you in only your underwear covering your bottom half. You watched as his eyes fell down to the increasing wet spot on them.

“Yes. Please, sir.”

“Oh! Please? You must really want it, huh?” He said, his brown eyes catching your every move, and his look shifted. “Too bad.”

“Get on your knees for me.” He spoke with an authoritative tone and you obeyed him, not wanting to see what he’d do if you didn’t listen. As he unbuckled his belt above you, he kept deep eye contact which was broken by a sudden noise. You placed yourself in front of him, yet he nestled his foot between your legs. You rested against his extremely expensive leather boot without a second thought.

You darted your glance to your cellphone which sat on the arm of the couch, the contact name reading “J”. Your heart sank for a couple seconds and then you felt his hand on your chin.

“Do you really want to answer?” He said as he turned your head for you. You stared at Jake with a blank look, he already knew the answer. “Good girl.” He said.

“Sir..” You sighed, your chest feeling like it’s on fire, and the goosebumps traveled all over as he slowly moved his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing right under your eye.He took one more look up at you before caressing your lips with his tip, as a nonverbal way to ask you to open up for him. Silence filled the room until your phone rang once more.

“He’s a bit clingy, isn’t he?” He chuckled and you nodded nervously, his tip resting against your flat tongue. His smile faded softly as his hand made it’s way to the back of your head, guiding himself inside as you took him in slowly. You didn’t want to close your eyes, you wanted to save this moment in your mind forever- watch him feeling good because of you.

You hummed quietly as you closed your lips around the base of his cock; your tongue circling around his length which made him breathe out a shuddered breath. You watched him mouth ‘fuck’ as you swallowed around him, bobbing your head up and down on him, his hand now nestled in your roots; guiding your head on him as he pulled your hair slightly.

“Oh- Fuuuck.” He breathed out as he began thrusting his hips into your mouth. “Relax for me, darling.” He said as he guided your head closer to him, making you take his cock fully down to your throat. You breathed out and let him bury himself as deep as he wanted to be. Subconsciously, you rubbed against the hard material of his boot for some sort of friction- and he noticed.

“Soak my fucking boot like the dirty girl you are.” he said, fucking your throat with a faster pace and you just hummed and grinded harder, holding onto his thigh as he used your mouth. Your quiet moans caused vibrations to bring him closer and closer, your cunt definitely dripping through your panties and all over his shoe.

“Swallow.” He spoke before his thrusts became out of rhythm and sloppy, his cock twitching in your mouth as his cock left it’s heavy loud inside it. He caressed your head and breathed heavily until the last drop.

Once he pulled out, you sat back up on the couch and watched him put his bottoms back on and sit down next to you. You couldn’t help but look down at his shoe which was, in fact, soaked. Feeling your cheeks get all hot out of embarrassment, you felt his hand on your thigh.

“You’re such a sweet girl, doll.” He said, before getting up from the couch and grabbing his guitar case. He took one more look at you before saying, “See you this friday.” with a smirk; and soon enough he was gone.

J: Sorry for calling twice, doll! I missed your voice. 12:46am

J: I reserved us a table at my favorite restaurant. I really want you to meet Jake. See you friday. 12:46am

Shit.

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Mischief and Miracles

One-Shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist Secret Santa Masterlist

Summary: Loki has a special surprise for you. A/N: This is part of @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa Collection. Thank you love for setting this up. I'm sorry I went over the word limit. Word Count: 2k Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Fluff, Angst, implied smut. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Where are we going, my love?” you asked Loki following his footprints on the crisp clean snow.

“Would you stop trying to guess and let me surprise you?” he sighed stopping to reach back for your hand as he led you quietly through the thick woods.

“I bet I could make you tell me,” you pulled him back towards you and wrapped your arms around his waist, trailing soft kisses on the exposed parts of his jawline. You giggled as his hands squeezed your behind, hoisting you up as you kicked snow drifts from your boots.

“I know you can, you vixen. But you don’t want to ruin your surprise, do you? Come on. We’re almost there.”

He carried you forward. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your hands played with the scarf on the back of his neck. His greedy eyes never left yours. His smirk trying to tempt you to break your stare first.

“Can you even see where you’re going?” you teased him.

“I don’t need to, we’re here,” he smiled as he set you down. You turned around to see a clear dome-shaped tent nestled into the thick trees. The falling snow had covered the roof and piled onto the sides of the structure leaving a perfect 360˚ makeshift window of the outside forest.

Inside the tent glowed warm yellow light, inviting you from the cold. You could see through the window that there was a makeshift bed, bedecked with fluffy sheets and pillows, plaid blankets and cushions. Next to the bed was a low table decorated with small Christmas ornaments and candles. There were stacks of books and a serving tray of hot cocoa and candy canes all waiting to be devoured.

“Loki…” you started, reaching out to him.

“Do you like it? I’m sorry it’s not the grand cabin I would’ve conjured for you.” He felt a little embarrassed about it now. How could a measly tent ever compare to the grand lodge that you had pictured in your dreams? The ones he sees you crooning over whenever you see those romantic Christmas movies on television.

“I promise, my love, as soon as these shackles come off, I will shower you in luxury befitting an empress,” he stated. You looked down at his wrists, thin bangles of vibranium and technology melded together to tamper his magic. They would stay on as a reminder until Loki could prove that he was no longer a menace to society.

“That never mattered love. I don’t care to be an empress. I only care to be the woman you call, yours,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

You drew on his upper lip as he inhaled your sweet fragrance. Both of you moaned as your hands formed vices around each other. “It’s magical already. I love it. Thank you.” You whispered to his swelling lips.

“Come. I’ll show you inside.” Loki hurried you along the snowy path. Once inside, you were surprised to feel how warm it was. How the light from inside the tent, made the outside world vanish, and it was just you and your love, together in the woods.

Both of you lay in bed, your leg over his. His arm stroked your back as he held you close to his chest. His other hand held a book of Asgardian epics that he recited in his native tongue.

You couldn’t understand a word he said, but you didn’t need to. You could feel the growl of his deep baritone voice in his chest as he spoke. The vibration comforted you and made you snuggle up closer to him.

After a while, the last rays of twilight had left and Loki turned down the intensity of the lights around you. Your eyes adjusted as you looked up at the now clear tent and saw the brilliance of stars dusting the night sky.

“I have one more thing for you,” he whispered. His voice was as quiet as the snowfall.

“Loki!” you chided. “This was everything already. I can’t accept any more.”

“I know. But I wanted to.” He moved to leave your warmth and picked up something underneath the low table. You sat up to receive a small black box wrapped in an emerald bow.

Once you took the bow off, you opened the latch and a small figure skater began to twirl around. “A music box?!” you gasped. The small box began to chime Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. “Loki…” You looked up to see his beautiful eyes staring back at you.

“It’s for your bracelet. The one your mother gave you when she passed. I know you’re reluctant to take it off because you’re scared you would lose it. Now, you have a place to secure it whenever you need to,” he explained. “And it’s playing your favorite Christmas song too. It made me think of you when I saw it. So, I had to purchase it for you.”

The world got blurry. The sweetness of his thoughts and actions made you cry outright. “I can’t accept this,” you sobbed.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, Loki. It’s such a beautiful present. But…”

“Then please keep it.” He wrapped his hands around yours, holding the box. You watched the skater turn around as the song tinkled in the air around you.

“Ok.” You smiled and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips as a thank you. “I have something for you too.” You placed the music box carefully on the table, letting the sweet notes continue to play.

You rushed back to him from your backpack at the entrance and handed him a cloth-wrapped present. “Darling, you didn’t have to get me anything.” He smiled as he excitedly unwrapped your present. You giggled at his little act, knowing full well he loves receiving presents.

As soon as he unwrapped it, his eyes glazed over and his mouth opened to a small wonder. The black leather sheath was handcrafted and formed to fit his daggers perfectly. The blue sapphire adorning the front clasp matched his favorite daggers, the ones that Frigga had given him as a teenager. “It matches your daggers, see.” You pointed the blue stone out to him. “And it comes with a matching harness, so you can wear your daggers all the time. No doubt making everyone in the tower nervous around you,” you laughed. “Oh, the havoc you’ll cause.”

“My sweet girl,” he started. His eyes began to water as he tried to hold them in. “I shall treasure it forever. Thank you.” He kissed you on your lips and he held on to you tightly.

“Come on then. Let’s see your daggers, I wanna see if they fit.” You said as you pulled away from him.

“We can’t darling.”

“Why not? Don’t tell me you left it at the compound. You never go anywhere without them. Are they in your backpack? I’ll go get…” You stood up to retrieve them.

“No, they’re not in my backpack,” he said evenly, pulling you back down. “My empress. My darling girl.” He cooed as he secured you in his arms. You straddle him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his head on the crook of your shoulder. “I do not have those daggers anymore.”

“Why not?” you asked pulling away from him. “Those were your favorite. They were a gift from your mother.”

Loki nodded and smiled, “I traded them. For something far more valuable,” he confessed. He took your hands away from his neck and held onto them, kissing your fingers. “Where is your bracelet?” he asked abruptly. He noticed it missing when his fingers traced your wrist.

You looked into his eyes as realization dawned on you. “I don’t have it anymore. I traded it for something far more valuable,” you whispered, echoing his words.

“Silly girl, and what could be more valuable than…” the single tear that fell on your cheek was telling. Loki knew what had happened. “You traded your bracelet for my sheath?”

“And you traded your daggers for my music box.” You cried even more. The gate that had held back your tears opened as a stream ran down your face and a hiccup began in your chest. “We can still return it. I’ll exchange my music box so you can get your daggers back.”

“Don’t you dare!” Loki said sternly.

“But Loki, it was from your mother.”

“And your bracelet was from your mother too.”

“So we keep the gifts that are useless to us?”

“No. We keep the gifts as a sign of the sacrifice we were both willing to make for each other. I have many daggers, my love. I will still be able to use your thoughtful gift. And every time you open your music box, I hope you will think of me. It will only be a matter of time before I get these dampening fetters off my wrist. And I will be able to fill that music box with all the bracelets and jewelry your heart desires.” He promised as he wiped the tears away from your face. You laughed at the thought.

“I don’t need them, Loki. Just you. Just like this.” You stayed in his arms. Content in your own little bubble as the snow continued to fall outside.

“I love you, dear heart, Happy Yuletide,” he whispered in your ear.

“And I love you, Loki. Merry Christmas.”

The first rays of dawn woke you first. You had slept comfortably inside the bubble tent. Laying in Loki’s arms as snow fell from the heavens. Your music box had stopped playing in the middle of the night, the small figure skater holding her pose. Loki’s sheath laying next to it.

You smiled to see that his daggers did fit the snug casing. The sapphire adorning the end of the handle matched perfectly with the small sapphires embedded into the cover.

Wait.

“Loki, wake up,” you pushed his shoulder aggressively.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. You are insatiable! Even gods need respite.” He hummed. His early morning voice was tinged with sleep and arousal.

“Get up, Loki!”

“Only if you promise to do that thing with your tongue again,” he bargained, his voice still half asleep and his eyes still closed.

“I think someone’s been in our tent.” That sentence made him sit up faster and more alert. You gathered the blanket around you, covering your bare form. Loki got up as he wrapped a spare blanket around himself and looked around. The morning light was just trickling in through the branches. But otherwise, nothing had been amiss.

You pointed towards his dagger on the table, “Love, your daggers are back.” Loki came to examine his scabbard and was surprised to find that his dagger had returned. He pulled them out and examined them carefully, feeling the weight and balance. He searched for his mother’s initials on the base of the blade and found them etched along with his.

Curious, he reached for your music box and his eyes grew even wider. “Darling…” he murmured as he handed it to you. Inside was your tennis bracelet from your mother. The dainty piece shone brightly under the new morning light.

“How is this possible? Did you get your powers back?” you asked aloud. Loki lifted his arms towards you, showing you the thin vibranium bangle still adorning his wrists.

“Did anyone know about your gift?” Loki asked, his mind working through all the possibilities.

“Tony!” You yelled out. “I asked Tony to help me find a local pawn shop so I can sell my bracelet. He helped me get top dollar for it too.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Stark helped me find the antique store where I traded my daggers and found your music box,” he said stretching back onto the makeshift bed on the ground. “That little scoundrel. I didn’t know he had any mischief in him.”

“That still doesn’t explain how it got inside the tent?” You said laying your chin on top of his shoulder. You looked into each other’s eyes as you both came to the same conclusion.

“Scott!” “Lang!”

A/N: I hope you liked this @gigglingtigger, Happy Holidays. Her words were Candy Cane, Footprints, and Unwrapped

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orangeinecstasy · 9 months

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one word ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part two

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: some times luck is on your side, and kate just happens to find this out after her show.

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so pleas feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

wc: > 1k

*reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

My ears ring as I feel the final vibrations of our last song melt from my drumsticks down into my arms. It's like I'm on another planet. Then, as my breath steadies, my vision becomes clearer.

I stand, walking to the front of the stage and slipping my sticks into the back pocket of my baggy jeans before taking my band members' hands into my own. Yes, we recognize that this is slightly fancier, but the girls and I have always done it. Letting the energy between us flow as we bow. Once our hands unclasp, my smile grows more prominent as I reach into my back pocket, splitting my sticks from their usual pair and throwing them to the people closest in the crowd. Finally, my fingertips touch my lips as I give the crowd a 'goodbye kiss' before I finally exit the stage.

"Tonight was fucking amazing!" Willow, the band's bassist, says as she throws herself on the couch, hands pushing her hair back as a small chuckle leaves her lips. Kira, our lead singer, takes Willow's and I's hands as she speaks, "Yeah, who knew that so many people would want to see four girls going by The Honeysuckles. I'm so proud of us."

Ahh, The Honeysuckles. My band. My first love. I remember when the three of us picked out that name. We were sixteen, determined to become a band. To make it. We would always ramble, bad name after bad name until we ended on The Honeysuckles. It's so funny how one word can significantly impact your life—one silly little word.

"I say it's time to go out for drinks!" Fawn, our final member and lead guitarist, says as she sets her guitar in its case.

The rest of us nod in agreement as we pack our things. It was always a band tradition for us to go out after a good show. So once we were all packed up, we headed out to a nearby pub.

It was a beautiful early spring night in Dublin. The cobblestone streets were wet with dew. Our boots gently clicked down it, music and chatter spilling out of restaurants dotted along the street. After a couple of minutes of walking, we finally reached the pub.

"I'll go get us some drinks if you guys find a table," I yell slightly, having to talk over the crowd's chatter already in the small pub. The girls nod, saying a quick "see you soon" before splitting off from me.

Slipping my jacket off, I walk up to the bar, turning my horseshoe ring located on my pinky finger. It was a nervous habit I had picked up once I started wearing it. However, there was something about it that always seemed to make me feel comforted - even in the most stressful situations.

After a moment, the bartender approached me, "Four Guinness, please," I smiled, still twisting my ring. Once they stepped away to fill my order, I looked around, trying to fill the time between waiting and being able to get drunk. That's when something caught my eye. A hand sat next to me on the counter with a similar yet slightly larger horseshoe ring on their pinky finger.

"Holy shit!" laughing to myself, I gently tap the person's shoulder. Once they turned around, I was met with the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen that put me in a slight trance that the other had to snap me out of.

"Uh, yeah?" he says, blue eyes staring intensely into mine, his hand with the horseshoe ring now wrapped around his dark, half-empty glass of Guinness.

"Oh, sorry," a nervous chuckle slipped through my berry-stained lips. "I just wanted to say that you have good taste" As I speak, I hold up my hand, showing the blue-eyed boy my almost matching ring. "Oh my fucking god, that's crazy!" laughing, he holds his hand next to mine, eyes darting between the two rings. "I never would've thought I'd meet someone with the same ring as me." He smiles, eyes meeting mine once again as a gentle flush presents itself on his cheeks. "Hey, Great minds think alike! I'm Kate. It's nice to meet you" I hold out my ring hand, which he takes in his own, shaking it gently.

"Robert," he smiles.

It's so interesting how one word can impact your life—one silly little word.

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 4

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry for taking long with this! This might be a little more longer than the others and a bit more in depth. Honestly, I wrote this based on one of my dates when I first started going out with my partner. Also I’m going to make this a 2 parter just because I think the next one will be a bit longer. Hope y’all like it!

“Liz, I need your help. What do I do and what do I wear for tomorrow?” he pleaded.

“Don’t worry Vash, I’ll tell ya,” Liz said as she smiled knowing part of her plan was in motion.

~*~

It was a cool Autumn Saturday, the day you and Vash try out that cafe. You wore a comfy knit sweater, pants, and ankle boots that all tied in together. You preferred to be comfortable and stylish for today, and you couldn’t contain your excitement for today. Not only were you going to try delicious sweets and drinks, but you were going to hang out with Vash outside of the daycare. You couldn’t tell which was making you more excited, as your mind decided to wander off.

‘What was Vash like on his off days?’

‘How would he feel about trying things with you?’

‘This is the first time you’re hanging out with him only.’

The last thought made you stop in your tracks as you slightly got a bit red over the idea.

“Come on y/n, you’re literally just hanging out with one of the sweetest and funniest person at work. No big deal right?” you talked to yourself as you kept walking.

You were interrupted by your train of thought with your phone vibrating. You checked to see you got a message from Vash.

“I’m outside the cafe in a red jacket! :)” it read.

‘So he’s just as expressive through text as he is in real life,’ you thought smiling.

You messaged him earlier to have a light breakfast and that you would meet him outside the cafe at 10am. You mainly wanted to try the desserts since that was what the place was known for.

You kept walking around while looking for that familiar tall blonde man in red.

After looking for a bit, your eyes finally found Vash but you had to look again when you noticed what he was wearing

He was standing by the cafe near a lamp post. He had his usual orange shades, but you noticed how he wore a gold hoop earring on one ear. You also noticed how he was wearing a leather red jacket that adorned his black fitting turtleneck with black pants. combat boots. You gazed at him from afar, just in awe of his whole look. You knew he was good looking, but seeing him right now, good looking is an understatement. Were you even sure this was the same person you worked with? You felt your cheeks grow hot and your heart slightly race at the sight of him. Just how is he this beautiful?

You snapped out of your thoughts and calmed yourself down taking a few deep breathes before walking over to him.

“Hi there! Hope I didn’t keep you waiting!” you called out to him.

He looked at you and flashed that smile you grew to love as he walked towards you.

“Hey y/n! Not at all! You look great today! I mean you look great every time I see you. It’s just you look especially great today,” Vash complimented you as you returned the smile.

“Thanks, you do too! I wasn’t sure if it was really you or some model,” you said, then realizing what you actually just said out loud a little too late.

“Ahaha, stop this old thing? This is how I usually dress when I’m not at work. But honestly I could say the same for you,” he said looking a bit flustered.

“Oh stop, you’re too kind,” you told him immediately feeling a blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, are you ready to go inside?” you asked remembering what you came here for.

“For sure! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied as you both walked side by side towards the cafe host.

“Good morning, do you have a reservation?” the host asked.

“Yes! I have a reservation for two under y/n” you told him while showing the confirmation email on your phone.

“Ah right this way,” he said while grabbing a few menus and brought you inside.

The minute you walked in, you were in awe of the interior design. The ceiling looked like it was a wisteria tree with pastel leaves and petals hanging down. The wallpaper inside was a lavender color with gold accents with a few mirrors hanging from the side. The tables were marble with lavender chairs and booths that looked comfy to sit on. You were in for a treat. The host brought you to a booth and placed down the menus.

“Your waitress will be right with you. Please enjoy and let us know if you need anything,” he said as he went back outside to bring more people in.

“This place looks so cool!” Vash said as he was taking everything in.

“Yeah! It’s one of the reasons I’ve been wanting to come here. Which, I cannot thank you enough for coming with me last minute,” you said as you were truly grateful.

“Hey, it’s my pleasure y/n. So what’s the other reason you wanted to come here?” he asked giving you his full attention with his stunning blue eyes.

“Check out the menu,” you told him with an eager smile.

He looked and you could tell the minute his eyes widened, you knew exactly what he was looking at.

“NO” he said.

“Yes,” you replied.

The menu had shakes that were served in mason jars that was pleasing to the eye from top to bottom, along with pancakes that could satisfy any sweet tooth. Furthermore, they offered a range of sweet and savory crepes that you could customize along. As for their drink menu, they had a variety of coffees, lattes, teas, boba that came in iced or hot. Lastly, they had their dessert menu with small tarts, cakes, pastries, and their special donuts. They had a sample flight of donuts that came with the flavors: ube, matcha, strawberry, and churro.

“Please tell me we’re going to get that,” Vash asked as he looked at you.

“What do you take me for? Of course we’re going to get it. Feel free to order anything you like,” you reassured him as your waitress came by.

“Hi you two! My name is Mari and I’ll be your server for today. Anything I can get you two started with?” she asked.

“Could I get an iced strawberry matcha latte please along with your donut flight sampler?” you asked.

“I’ll have an iced americano along with the donut flight sampler please,” Vash requested as the waitress took down your order.

“Okay! I’ll be right back with those,” she said as she walked off.

“So how did you find out about this place?” Vash asked.

“I like to go try new places, specifically cafes. When I was in college, I couldn’t focus studying at the apartments or library. When I go to cafes, I tend to get lost in whatever I’m reading or studying and lose track of time. I’m not exactly from here, so I like to explore and get out of my apartment when I can. There’s something about cafes that makes me feel comfortable, you know?” you explained.

“Definitely, so that’s the kind of person you are. You mind if I ask what you studied?” he asked.

“I majored in Child Education with a minor in Public Health and Epidemiology. How about you?” you asked.

“I did Anthropology and Child education,” he answered.

“That’s cool! What made you drawn to that?” you questioned.

“I think’s its interesting how humans act and behave. Especially how they tend to grow up depending on what they’re surrounded by. Plus, I'm great with kids. There’s something about them having that endless curiosity and how fast they pick up things,” he explained.

“Oh definitely! They’re like little sponges, and they’re pretty smart on an emotional level. Sometimes we overlook that part, and-” you added.

Before you could continue, your waitress brought your drinks and the donuts you requested.

“Oh and since you ordered the latte, it comes with these heart glasses. It’s just something we do for the weekends,” she mentioned while handing over the item.

“Oh cool! Thank you!” you told her.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” she added and walked away.

“Again, I can’t believe you found this place,” Vash added as he looked at the drinks and food.

“Me either, I’m just glad you could join me,” you replied as you put on the glasses.

“How do I look?” you ask.

“Stylishly pink, now we both have cool shades,” he answered as you chuckled and moved your glasses to rest on the crown of your head.

You grabbed your latte and raised it towards Vash.

“Cheers to a fun weekend with great company?” you asked.

He lifted his americano drink to you as he gave you an endearing smile.

“Cheers to that,” he replied as you clinked your drinks.

You both took a sip and savored the flavors with each gulp.

“How do you like your drink?” you asked.

“It’s pretty good! Oh, which donut do you want to try? We can split it if you like,” he asked.

“Oh um, can I try the strawberry one?” you pointed out as he split the donut in half as best as he could.

“One for me and one for you,” he commented while handing you your half as you thanked him.

You took a bit of your half and your face just lit up with how sweet and fluffy each bite was. You let out a small ‘mmm’ in delight that you thought no one caught. Little did you know, Vash did as he couldn’t help but think you were the cutest thing in front of him right now. He had his right hand holding one side of his face as he enjoyed your little burst of happiness.

“Good huh?” he asked as you nodded a bit too excited.

“I’m so glad I was able to get a reservation for this place,” you commented and started finishing the rest of your half.

Vash just chuckled at your actions as he kept eating his portion, offering you to try another one of the donuts from the plate.

“Okay, so I think I’ll try the ube one next. Oh, before I forget, you said you wanted to explore a park today right?” you mentioned.

“Oh we don’t have to y/n. I think this is more exciting than a park,” he commented as he was splitting the next donut in half.

“No I want to! Ever since I moved here for college, I never got a chance to explore the parks or shopping strips in this area. I kinda rely on the bus system here since I don’t have a car. And if I wanted to go explore a bit farther, I didn’t really have anyone to go with me. So I’m kinda limited to things,” you explained looking a bit embarrassed admitting that last detail while he handed you your next half.

“Well if that’s the case, there’s actually a few parks close to us, and one of them happens to be a scenic route,” he added as he pulled up his phone.

“Really? That would be so cool! I do want to check one out for today. It’s the least I can do since I feel bad that I took up some of your plans for the weekend, without considering-” you said midway.

“y/n, you asked and I accepted for a reason. I wanted you to be able to enjoy today since you were looking forward to it a long time. You don’t have to apologize about anything. I’m just happy I'm able to do this for you. Plus, my weekend is already starting out pretty great than what I originally planned,” Vash explained as he looked at you with a soft smile.

You couldn’t help but look at him and what he told you just now. For the longest time you grew up trying not to impose on people. If you got too excited, you sometimes didn’t think if the person was really okay with your plans. Yet, Vash was telling you it’s okay, and that he was just happy to be here with you. You felt warm and gazed at Vash fondly. Just what was it about him that made you feel this way?

“Vash, thanks a million. I mean it,” you told him with a blush tinting your cheeks as his eyes slightly widened. He slightly looked away from you as you saw a bit of pink creeping on his ears.

“No worries, let’s finish up here so we can move on yeah?” he commented as you agreed.

You tried out the rest of the pastries and sipped happily with your drink. Everything was down right delicious and sweet and you both finished everything in silence. But this was a comfortable silence, not the agonizing kind. Heck you both looked content with each other every time you caught glimpses of him.

“So how was everything?” your waitress came back with a smile.

“Perfect, everything was delicious,” Vash commented while you agreed with him.

“Love to hear it. Well here’s your check whenever you’re ready,” she held the bill.

Before you can even reach for your wallet, Vash already handed her his card as you stood there shocked. The waitress took it before you could even get a word in.

“Vash, but I invit-”

“I can cover it, and you can cover the next time if you can beat me. Besides it feels wrong if I let you pay,” he explained.

“But I invited you, you’re my guest,” you retorted.

“Then beat me next time,” Vash simply answered as he raised his eyebrow a bit with a smirk you couldn’t even wipe off. His shades changed to where you couldn’t see his eyes but your own reflection staring at you.

“Fine, you win this time,” you sighed and pouted at your little loss looking away from him.

Once your waitress came back, you both walked out from the cafe to see other people waiting in line for their turn to dine in.

“Okay, so now that I got what I wanted out of the way, we can go to the park?” you asked looking at him.

“Yeah, I can lead the way. But you did say you never explored the shopping area right?” Vashed asked.

“Oh, I mean yeah..” you confirmed.

“Why not check it out? Might as well since we’re in the area,” he reasoned.

“Yeah, but your plans,” you reasoned.

“Hey, the parks are nearby anyway. And we still have a lot of time on our hands if you’re not busy doing anything else?” Vash added.

“No, all I had today was this with you,” you replied.

“So let’s explore,” he finished as he grabbed your hand while you looked at him.

This man remembered a small detail you mentioned and was enabling you to be a little bit selfish.

"Okay, lead the way,” you said as he guided with that smile you adored.

Vash was practically showing you parts of the outdoor mall that he was familiar with. He pointed out which places had the best snacks, trinkets, and some shortcuts he still uses to get around. While you walked, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a small photo booth on the way. You hadn’t seen one in a while ever since you moved out from your hometown. You missed taking photos with your friends and doing silly poses and collecting the small photo strips.

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” Vash asked.

“Oh sorry! We can keep going,” you apologized as he looked at what made you stop.

“Did you want to go try the photo booth?” he asked.

“No it’s okay we don’t have to,” you waved off not wanting to bother him.

“But do you want to? Because I don’t mind,” he asked further as you looked at him and back at the photo booth.

“I do,” you said a bit shy.

“Then let’s go,” he replied as you made your way inside with a small smile spreading across your face.

You inserted the coins once you had the chance and sat with him.

“Okay, so which poses should we do first?” he asked.

“Oh! A hero pose!” you suggested as the camera got ready and you both adjusted yourselves. You did the Sailor Moon pose while he did the Kamehameha pose. The camera flashed as you both relaxed.

“Okay a cool one,” he suggested as he made his hands look like a gun and you did the same. You liked the concept. The camera flashed again as you relaxed once more.

“Oh I know!” you suggested as you removed his glasses and put it on yourself as you gave him your heart glasses.

“Peace sign this time,” you suggested as you posed with both hands.

He did the same except his peace sign was different from yours. He crossed his index and middle fingers. The camera flashed and you looked at him.

“What kind of peace sign is that?’ you asked looking at him with a small chuckle.

“Oh it’s my peace and love sign,” he explained flashing it to you once more.

“You’re silly and I love it. Like this right?” you told him as you chuckled mirroring the same pose to him.

“Yeah that’s it,” he said laughing along as he did your peace signs. You didn’t even bother looking at the camera. You both faced each other just enjoying one another as the camera caught that moment.

“All done! Your photos will be done shortly!” the machine told you. You removed his shades and put it back on him, adjusting it where needed. Meanwhile he took off your heart glasses and placed them back on your head as best as you could. You didn’t realize how gentle he was with his fingertips and the care he put in to make sure you were comfortable.

The machine printed two photo strips you just took and handed Vash his copy.

“One for me, one for you," you commented as you looked at the photos.

You loved how each one came out. Each photo captured your personalities perfectly, but your favorite had to be the last two shots. You were grateful that you got to capture those moments with him. You were absolutely going to keep this somewhere in your wallet or hang it at home as you put the photo away in your bag.

“Thanks again Vash! I’m ready to move on!” you beamed as he put away his photo strip in his coat pocket.

You two walked around more as you noticed other pop up shops you spotted that you would go check out later in the future. There were even some specialty shops that carried specific clothes, collectables, and other items you could think of. But you both stopped at one particular area that Vash led you to.

“Sorry, but I wanted to show you the arcade I like going to. It brings me back when my brother and I used to play here,” Vash commented as he looked at you.

“You have a brother?” you asked.

“Yeah, a twin brother. But you won’t see him much. He’s studying abroad right now. Plus, we don’t come here as much since he hardly plays with me whenever I offer,” he explained as you understood Vash a little more.

“Well, you’re in luck because I love arcades. We can play if you want?” you offered.

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course! I’m not really good at some games, but what matters is we’re having fun right? Plus it’s better playing together right?” you mentioned as you saw his face light up.

“Right, thanks y/n,” he said as he led you inside the neon lit area with all sorts of sounds coming from each machine. You walked around trying to look for a good game where you can both play together. You then stopped Vash as you pointed at a zombie shooting game.

“Let’s try that one!” you said as you led him to it.

There was someone playing, but you figured he was almost done playing. Sure enough he died and you were getting ready to play. Except, the guy continued playing another round until he died again.

“Excuse me! It’s our turn to play,” you spoke up to him.

“So, you’re just going to waste a round. Just wait until I’m done,” he argued.

“We’ve been waiting for 5 minutes already, it’s our turn,” you added.

“Go play some other game that you’re actually good at,” he chuckled as he was about to play again.

You were getting annoyed and ready to throw hands until Vash put his hand on you.

“Hey, my friend and I want to play. You’ve already had your turn. Can we please play a round?” Vash asked as you looked at him.

“Ugh, if you’re that desperate. Then one of you beat me at this game,” the guy offered.

You couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy and what he was saying. Before you could speak up, Vash grabbed the gun and put in a couple of quarters.

“Gladly,” he commented as he readied himself.

You looked at him, wondering what he was thinking, but Vash looked back at you and winked. You were caught off guard, wondering what he was going to do but watched as the two guys readied themselves.

“Good luck loser,” the other guy commented as the game started.

Both guys were shooting at the zombies, but you noticed that Vash was killing them off at a faster pace compared to the other guy. Heck, even when he was reloading he only took one second before going back to his killing streak. You noticed the other guy was struggling to keep up as Vash was effortlessly increasing his combo. You just stood there in awe at what was happening before you until time ran out. Both scores appeared on the screen and Vash was the clear winner with his score being more than double the amount the guy had.

“Ugh, whatever this game is rigged anyway,” the guy said as he put back the gun and left.

“Well now we have the game to ourselves,” Vash commented as he looked at you but noticed you were staring at him.

“Uh everything o-”

“Vash, that’s probably one of the coolest things you did right there,” you complimented as he laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh this is nothing. I’ve just had a lot of practice with first person shooter games,” he explained grateful that the dark lighting hid his blush.

“Still that was so cool how you did all that! I didn’t know I had an amazing partner to play with,” you commented as you grabbed the arcade gun ready to play.

Oh you had no idea how much you were stroking Vash’s ego right now.

“Ready when you are,” you said as you selected the co-op choice on the screen.

You clearly weren’t as good as he was, but in your defense you hadn’t played in a long time. Plus, you were just happy to play alongside with Vash.

“Wow, look at you go! Do you think you could give me some pointers on how to do better?” you asked while looking at him. You checked to see if anyone was waiting for a turn behind you both. Thankfully there was no one so you had another quick round to play before moving on. You inserted a few more quarters and readied yourself once more.

“Oh sure, here I’ll show you,” Vash offered as he stood behind you while his hands touched yours as you held the toy gun.

Your heart was racing once you felt his touch. You could feel his palms had some callouses but he held your hands delicately as he positioned your aim.

“Okay so it’s all about which target is coming at you first and where to hit. It’s easier to hit the chest but it takes longer to knock them out. If you aim for the head, it should be easier to finish them off but you need to be precise on your aim. As for the reload, you don’t have to move alot. You just slightly move your gun away from the screen, pull the trigger and there you go. You’re back at full ammo again,” he explained as he guided you with each step. You could feel his breath tickle the back of your neck as you were turning red. You did your best to calm down and follow his steps. Eventually you got the hang of it and started finding a good pace.

“See there you go,” he commented as you finished off a few more zombies than last time and saw your final score improved a bit.

“That was so much fun! What other games should we play next?” you asked as he led you around the arcade more. You eventually tried out a few other co-op games like Mortal Combat, Mario Kart, and Street Fighter. You both shared a few wins and losses. But overall, you were both having fun and passed at least 3 hours in the arcade.

“I haven’t had that much fun in so long!” Vash said as he was smiling from ear to ear.

“Well if you ever want to play again or need a Player 2 just let me know,” you told him as you both walked out from there.

“You mean it?” he asked.

“Yeah! Just hope the bus is still running,” you added.

“Or I can just pick you up?” Vash offered as you looked at him.

“You don’t mind?” you asked.

“Yeah, you can ask me for a ride if you ever need anything. Now that we have each other’s numbers,” he brought up as you realized that fact. He can practically contact you any time. Again, how were you this lucky to know him?

“I’ll think about it,” you said as you smirked at the idea. If you weren’t truly bothering him, it flattered you that he was offering.

“So park time right?” you asked.

“Yes, but we’ll need my car,” he said as he pulled out his keys.

“Oh? We’re riding there now? I thought you said it’s nearby?” you asked.

“Yeah, we can walk there, but you’ll see why we need the car,” he said as he flashed you a smile.

Please let me know what you think and look forward to the next part of this! :)

@marydragneell

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3 - Dating a Cowboy

Part 4

Always Had Something For Cowboys

The truck pulled to a stop outside the local bar with me and John Wayne dressed up for our first official date. I paused in the passenger seat, sending him a concerned look on my face. "We're not old enough to be here, JW."

"Don't worry about it. I've got it covered. Just wait here and I'll be back in a second." John Wayne responded by getting out of the driver's seat leaving me alone.

My phone vibrated and I saw it was Jenny Hoyt's phone number calling me. She had been spending time with the oldest son Blake. "Hey Y/n, I was going to see if you wanted to hang out with me and Blake tonight."

"Oh man. Sorry I'm already out tonight with JW." I replied to her.

I could hear the concern laced in her tone. "You're on a date with John Wayne?"

"Yeah. Why, what's the deal?" I questioned her not following why she was worried for me.

She sighed through the phone. "It's nothing. Blake's just told me how his brother can be when it comes to girls. He'll sleep around and then ditch the next morning like it never happened. I just want you to get hurt."

"Jenny, I'll be fine. He hasn't even mentioned us sleeping together tonight yet." I told her seeing him coming out of the bar with a bag in his hands. "Jenny, I should go. I'll call you later. "

She attempted to warm me one last time before I hung up the phone call. "Y/n, just be careful. He only cares about getting the ranch when his daddy dies. Don't get tricked by his charm-"

"Who was that?" JW asked, shutting the door behind him and sitting the bag on the truck consul.

Sliding my phone back in my jacket pocket I changed the subject. "It was just Jenny telling me to have fun tonight. So what exactly did you snag us?"

"Bourbon and some chocolate cake from the bartender. We just can't let my daddy find out about this since he wouldn't like me trashing his name with the police." He warned me by removing his cowboy hat sitting it on the inside dash.

I shoved a bite of cake in my mouth watching him. JW popped open the bottle with a knife he had in his truck. He offered me the bottle first. "Thanks JW."

"Hey you wanna do something crazy?" He asked me with a smirk on his lips.

Downing a lot from the bottle I felt the buzz running throughout my body. He took a long drink and we passed it back and forth until we were both buzzing pretty good. Leaning across the counsel I kissed him deeply. "Let's go back to the cabin. I want you JW "

"I want you too, Y/n. Let's get out of here." He quickly turned the truck back on and we drove back to his families ranch. Never imagining that one time was enough to change everything about our lives.

Eyeing myself in the mirror that was in the spare bedroom that John had offered us. I had five different outfits scattered across the bed. Reese was outside playing with Tate who was messing around on his horse. I wasn't really sure what I had to be nervous about when dealing with tonight. But I sure as hell felt nerves in the pit of my stomach. "Come on, Y/n. This is nothing but him being nice to me. Nothing romantic involved here."

"Mommy! Mommy, Tate wants me to ride with him on his horse." Whipping my head around my daughter came running into the bedroom throwing her hair around until she stopped.

Turning around to face her I sent her a smile. "Well that sounds fun. But you need to talk with an adult on the ranch. So you don't get hurt."

"Mommy, do you have a crush on Kayce?" Reese asked, seeing the piles of clothes on the foot of the bed.

I chuckled at her. "No honey. I don't have any feelings for him."

"Then why is he taking you to dinner?" She asked curiously.

Tucking hair behind my ear. "Because he's trying to be friendly. His dad has offered me a job and a place for us to live until we can get our own place."

"Wear your boots with this." She moved around me seeing a tan flannel shirt laying with my light brown boots.

I already had the jeans on that went with those exact boots. Taking it from her hands I slipped it over my head and tucked some of it in the front of my pants. "So how does mommy look?" I asked her with a hand on my hip sliding the boots on.

"Not much like a cowgirl." Reese replied sitting on the bed.

Tilting my head she made a good point. "What am I missing, sweet girl?"

"You're missing this." She jumped off the bed and climbed up on the wooden chair reaching for the hat that was hanging there. She ran over to me showing me the hat. "Can I put it on ya?"

It was a dark colored brown with a leather strap attached to it. Lowering myself down on a knee to be eye level with her, one hand on my knee waiting for her to move. "Thank you. Now you gotta promise me you'll be good for John while mommy is out to dinner." I smiled at her, raising myself up to stand.

"Pinky promise?" Reese questioned me holding out her pinky.

Scooping her up in my arms I grunted lightly holding out my own pinky for her. "Cross my heart and hope to ride"

"A horsie off into the sunset." She finished my sentence looping her pinky with mine and we kissed our hand once they were intertwined together. Sitting her down she led me down the wooden stairs in all excitement. She let go of my hand seeing Kayce standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He slowly turned around and his mouth hung open at the sight. "Wow...I'll be."

"Doesn't she look pretty?" Reese giggled twirling around from side to side beside me.

Kayce removed his black cowboy hat, still eyeing me up and down. I caught myself doing the same with him. He was wearing a gray button up shirt, some dark blue jeans with dusty boots. "She looks...beautiful."

"Thank you, Kayce." I blushed standing in front of him. "So what did you have in mind for dinner?"

He responded simply. "Whatever you want. I know a good spot to go ridin' if you want. But it's totally your call."

"I ain't been on a horse in a long time." I admitted fixing my hat since I was nervous and I wish he wouldn't see me this way. "I always enjoyed counting the stars and that way you don't have to get all fancied up."

The front door could be heard opened and we saw his son Tate come into the living room. He quickly looked around for Reese, grabbing her hand when they met gazes. "Daddy, can Reese and I play around in the barn loft?"

"Yeah just be careful." He responded by offering his right hand out to me. Placing my hand in his, the kids ran in front of us exiting the main house. We entered the barn and I saw Kayce go over to a black horse once opening the wooden door leading him outside to me.

Slowly raising my hand I brushed my fingers over his nose, the horse pushed his nose against my hand making a quiet noise. "He looks like a good old horse." I told him that Kayce nudged me with his hand offering to help me up.

"Thank you." I nodded, throwing my left leg over the saddle. My right foot was in the stirrup while the horse's tail swung back and forth. Shifting my body around I watched Kayce climb on behind me putting his front close to my back handing me the reins.

Kayce tugged on the reins and placed his hands over my smaller ones so we could hold onto them together. "If you remember this you just hold onto these and don't yank them suddenly or you'll spook him. Just keep a cool head and we won't get bucked off."

"I understand, cowboy." I nodded in agreement feeling him gently kick the horse in the belly to go. The horse ran out of the barn slowly and ran faster into the distance and through the wooden fencing. The wind went through my hair and I felt a smile on my face where we kept riding until we were standing in the middle of the field.

He dismounted the horse first, nice and slow, offering me his hands to help me down. Putting my hands in his he had me jump down with my hat almost falling off my head. "What's that look for, Kayce?" I questioned him seeing him have a confused look written all over his face.

"That hat I've seen before...on my mother." He said back to me.

Lifting my hand up I almost removed it from my head feeling like I had taken something I shouldn't have from his family. "Oh geez sorry. Here I didn't mean to take it."

"Don't feel like you're stealing from my family. Where'd you find it anyway?" The young Dutton asked me, reaching into his saddle bag he laid a blanket down.

Sitting the hat back correctly on my head I plopped myself down by his side. "Reese found it in the spare room your dad gave to us. If I had known it belonged to your mom I would've had her put it back. What happened to your mother if you don't mind me asking?"

"She got paralyzed by her own horse during a ride with me and my sister." He answered my question sucking in a breath.

Removing the hat from my head I sat it down in my lap shifting my gaze up to the starry sky. I could count at least ten with my bare eye at the moment. "Well then I really shouldn't be wearing this. Here you take it."

"No, don't do it, Y/n." Kayce held his hand up, taking the hat from my lap. He gently put it back on my head like it was. "Nobody's worn it in years and it suits you. You work this ranch, you'll need a good hat."

Sending the young cowboy a smile. "You really must just be a nice guy or you really like me for some reason. Cause you've been nothing but nice to me."

"My momma didn't raise me to be a bad guy. I'm just glad to know I make you happy. Tate and Reese seem to have a barrel of fun together in only 48 hours." Kayce chuckled, laying on his back staring up at the stars.

Laying on my back I sat the hat on my stomach enjoying this evening out or date whatever it is you would call it. "Kids always get along much better than adults do. That's one thing I miss being a kid again."

"Yeah because then we could howl like wolves at the moon till the sun came up." Kayce chuckled and I followed his comment up with me sitting upright and howling under the moon. He smiled just watching me not knowing all the worries in my head. For it was simply me and him watching stars on a ranch.

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𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ☾☽ 𝐂𝐡. 𝐈𝐗

☾☽ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐅𝐚𝐲𝐞 "𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫" 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫

☾☽ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she is only a short drive from the beach. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move; jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record.

☾☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾☽ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾☽ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

When I wake up, the sky hasn’t even begun to lighten. I have to blink a few times at the darkness and wait for my eyes to adjust before I can see anything--the carafe on my bedside table, the little flowers on my wallpaper, the little purring cotton ball tucked between Rooster’s parted ankles. And I have to blink a few more times and really strain, my neck vibrating, to read the clock on the wall. It’s only 4:43. Outside, the sky is still a solid sheet of obsidian, chiseled away haphazardly for only the brightest stars and the last quarter moon.

There is no record playing. I don’t play records when I go to bed if Rooster is here with me. His breathing is steady and even--so achingly close to a snore but not quite there yet. I know that when he is older he will snore.

“Dealbreaker?” He’d asked, grinning, when I told him my assumption

I just rolled my eyes and leaned into him because I was bursting from the inside out, because I was so giddy that my cheeks were filled with an excited gasp and my fingers were growing frigid. It felt like he had placed a firecracker in my belly, lit the fuse, kissed me long and deep, then ran like Hell to safety. Each day, it felt like we were drawing nearer and nearer to the bridge. And as we drew closer, we were stopping to pick wildflowers or climb trees--like we were dilly-dallying.

When I hadn’t responded to him, he buried his nose in my hair and inhaled long and deep. His hand was resting on the back of my neck, his chin on top of my head. Tootsie was droning on the TV and two empty wine glasses sat before us on the coffee table. And the coffee table was suddenly not just full of old Rolling Stones magazines and candles, but aviator sunglasses and a worn leather wallet and a handsome vintage watch.

We hadn’t said anything else then, because we didn’t need to. We didn’t need to.

Sometimes he moans very quietly in his sleep and nuzzles himself deeper into my hair, the pillows like someone asked him a question he doesn’t want to answer. And when he’s here, sleeping in my sheets, everything about him overwhelms me. His sharp, peppery scent has perfumed the bedding. When he leaves very early in the morning before me, which is not often, I can still get a good whiff of him if I press my face into his pillow. Just his scent brings tears to my eyes, makes me wish I have known him forever, wish that our time together wasn’t ticking to a close.

I can feel it--feel the rushing water approaching, can see the bridge looming largely on the horizon. It makes my toes curl to think about--makes me want to sob into my closed fist when I think about it.

I will do whatever he wants. I will lay down on top of a puddle so he doesn’t have to get his boots wet. I will whisper his name whenever he needs to hear it. I will bathe in cherry wine. I will press kisses into his palms and curl his hands into fists to contain them.

And as much as I like to think that I am not alone in this feeling, that he is mildly obsessed with me and definitely hungry for me and that there is an undeniable parallel between us, there is a little pearl of apprehension at the base of my back that rattles up, up, up my spine when I think of it. What if I’m just love-drunk? What if he tells me that it was fun while it lasted and never sets my kitchen table again? What if he says yes, yes, let’s be together but then grows tired of this routine that I treasure so dearly? What if he finds out about the other people that have been between my legs--the things I have done in my worst moments--and moves on? Could I take the empty spot in my closet where his duffel usually lies? Could I ever listen to Otis Redding again--or even Van Morrison? Would my body ever recover from the kisses, from his tongue, from his eyes, from the weight of him I have found so much comfort in?

Oh, God. I could perish just thinking about his hands never touching my hips again.

Right now he’s lying on his belly, sprawled across the bed, limbs askew. It’s the rudest he ever is--when he spreads his lanky body out over my bed. But he doesn’t ever force me to a corner or the edge; his limbs are always over me. Now, his right arm is hooked around my hips and his right leg is tethering me to the bed. His face is pressed into the side of my neck; his parted lips are wet against my skin and when he breathes, my skin grows moist and warm. His nose, his thick nose, is pressed deeply into my jaw. His mustache cruelly scratches the delicate skin around my collarbones. Even his closed eyelids are pressed against my skin--I can feel him dreaming.

We spent the day at the beach today. Dogfight Football--that’s what Maverick had called the game. To me, though, it looked more like articulated muscles shimmering beneath the California sun featuring a football. I sat in my beach chair, quietly watching with nothing to record. Everyone looked like they were plucked directly out of an anatomy textbook--nothing on their bodies was out of place.

I was also the designated sunscreen applier--partly because my hands were not sandy and partly because Hangman had decided without asking me--and resident hydration station. Under the scalding sun, I would glance at my watch and call to the squadron every forty minutes. Obediently, they would jog over to my spot, gleaming chests panting.

“My shoulders are feeling a little tender. You mind?”

I squinted up at Hangman and he smirked down at me--his skin so tight and unblemished that it almost looked plastic. Little grains of golden sand were peppered all over his naked torso. He was holding a tube of sunscreen out to me, close to my face.

Rooster pretended like he wasn’t glancing at us, chugging a bottle of water in a manner that can only be described as ravenous. Bob was smiling at me beside Phoenix, shaking his head at Hangman.

“Lieutenant Seresin, your skin must be so sensitive,” I said, taking the tube, “this is your fourth re-application.”

And even though I was pretending like I wasn’t looking at Rooster either--like he was just any other member of the squadron and not the man who had made me cum earlier that morning--he smirked beneath his mustache.

Hangman shrugged at me, hands on his hips in faux sincerity.

“It’s a Texas thing,” he said.

I stood up then and he didn’t move--my chest was against his arm. His skin was burning, glistening. My skirt billowed in the breeze, breathing onto my sweaty thighs.

“Turn around, stud,” I told him.

He pretended like my words had burned him, flicking his hand and hooting lowly, eyebrows pulled together and grin toeing the line between shit-eating and delighted.

“Yes, ma’am!”

The squadron was still hydrating gratefully beside me, still split up into their teams, lowly talking tactics as they slammed their water bottles. I didn’t have to look over to know that Bob and Rooster were watching me closely, bemused smiles on their lips.

I lathered the warm, white zinc on my hands and then started on his shoulders which were not getting pink at all. He was very warm, slightly damp, and grains of sand dirtied the sunscreen as soon as I touched him.

“You’ve got a sweet touch,” he sang to me.

And even though he wasn’t facing me, I could see his smirk, hear it.

“Relentless,” I sighed to him.

“Am I wearing you down yet, darlin’?”

That was the precise moment that Rooster fell in-step beside me. He loomed over me, a hunk of golden skin and rippling muscle and mustache and sunglasses, before grabbing the tube of sunscreen from the crook of my arm. He let his aviators fall down on his nose so he could give me a knowing wink. My knees almost buckled.

“Hey, Hangman,” Rooster said jovially, moving to face Hangman as he poured a heavy dollop of the sunscreen into his hand, “your face feeling tender?”

Before Hangman could even think to respond, Rooster plastered the sunscreen to Hangman’s entire face--his entire perfect, plastic face. Then everyone was laughing, even Hangman, even Maverick. Lovingly, Rooster continued to spread the thick zinc all over his face and Hangman’s body loosened.

“I think I got it,” Rooster said.

Hangman’s face was white as chalk. Hangman wiped his lips free of sunscreen, nodding, looking down at his fingertips that were drenched.

“Appreciate you, man,” he turned to me and I was still laughing, “how do I look, Clover? Tell it to me straight.”

“Like a heartbreaker,” I told him.

And then he sauntered forward, towards an unsuspecting Coyote. For a long few minutes, Rooster and I stood together beneath the beating sun, breathing each other in privately. We watched as Hangman rubbed his face against Coyote’s and the giddy squadron that hollered and encouraged the naughty behavior. And after a moment, I felt like I couldn’t even hear the squadron anymore. I felt like I could only hear the waves crashing in, racing to the shore in dazzling blue-green hues. I felt like I could only hear Rooster breathing beside me.

He stepped closer to me slightly. Our arms brushed and it made me want so much more than that. I wanted to hold him, wanted to kiss his pretty, sweaty face.

“Miss you,” I whispered to him through smiling lips.

He glanced at me quickly, pressing into me harder.

“Don’t even get me started.”

Then he turned to me and his chest was so close to my lips, his musky scent so entirely intoxicating. He was so near and I wanted to reach out so bad, wanted to guide his hand to my hip--

“You’re getting a little pink,” he said, looking at me from above his sunglasses, “may I?”

He held up his sunscreen-covered hands. I bit my lip, pulling my eyebrows together. No one was watching us, everyone too busy kicking up sand as they evaded the sunscreen- covered men that were multiplying with every victim they were able to catch and rub their cheeks onto.

“Please,” I offered, pushing my hair behind my ears.

I squared my jaw and tilted my face up to him, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head, closing my eyes against the hot sun. And even though I had my eyes closed, even though the sun was beating down on my face, I knew he was watching me the way lovers do. I felt his eyes on my slacked face, on my slight smile. I wanted to open my eyes, wanted to watch him watch me, but I couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

“Heavenly,” was all Rooster could choke out, his voice hushed.

He was watching rose petals kiss my cheeks then, staining me with their baby pink color.

“Burning over here,” I whispered back, my voice thin.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered again.

And then his hands were on my face, very softly rubbing the sunscreen into every surface. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, at the warmth of it, at the thickness of it. But I couldn’t let the smile fall from my lips--not when his palms were so delicately caressing my cheeks, not when his fingers were gingerly pushing any stray hairs off my face.

I pursed my lips, looking at him through one squinted eye. He was smiling, his mustache the dirtiest blonde, his cheeks red with heat. He was still rubbing the lotion into my skin.

“What do you want for dinner?”

He shook his head lightly, sighing, smiling like he couldn’t believe I was real and asking him that.

“I’ll make dinner.”

“You can cook?”

He pinched my jaw, just over the middle of my scar, but quickly smoothed his fingers over the spot. I laughed, pulling my shoulders up--an overwhelming feeling of loyalty washing over me.

“What kind of man do you think my mother raised?”

And that softened me severely. So severely that I almost melted right into his arms. I wanted to ask him then, wanted to ask him right there where we stood, to tell me all about what kind of man his mother raised. I wanted him to tell me everything she taught him.

“A good one,” I whispered back just as he affectionately patted my cheek, symbolizing the completion of my sunscreen application.

He was softly smiling at me then, almost stepping closer to me, almost falling into me before--

“Rooster, c’mon!”

Even though it’s almost five in the morning, even though dinner was hours ago--I feel so full. If not the glass of cherry wine or the steak tacos Rooster had dutifully grilled and assembled, then maybe I am full of this silly feeling. The contentedness of his lips against my throat, of his sleepy breath. The weight of him on my bed and my bitch cat that only likes him. Or maybe I’m still full because he had made me cum three times--twice before work and once before bed. Maybe I’m still full because his mustache left a burn on my lips--both of them. Maybe I’m still full because it only took him a swift four minutes to make me cum once he lowered his face between my legs and I saw stars, tingling with pure unabashed pleasure all over my being.

“I can feel you thinking,” Rooster suddenly whispers, voice thick with sleep, “what’s going on in that pretty head?”

And another thing about Rooster is that he wakes up in total stealth--he does not need to stir and flutter his lashes. It’s like he knows he is always in complete, total control over his body and doesn’t need to open his eyes to prove to himself that he’s awake.

He pulls me impossibly closer to him, humming very softly, throat vibrating against me. I lean against him, feeling his warmth and that sticky feeling that resembles love just a little bit too closely.

“You okay?” he follows when I don’t answer.

I am okay, I think. I think I am not ready for this to ever be over.

“Yes,” I whisper back, “sorry to wake you, Bradley.”

He presses a wet kiss to my throat. I want to cry.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not,” he whispers, “Dreaming about you, anyway.”

My heart swells.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

He nuzzles closer to me. I almost can’t breathe because he’s holding me so tightly. His hand moves to rest over my belly, warm and expansive. He just holds it there, breathing into my skin, pushing his face into me. It’s the closest I’ve felt to anyone in the world since Maggie died.

“It was a sex dream,” he says easily, coolly.

Of course he’s not embarrassed to say this to me. Of course he doesn’t have any shame about this dream of his, dreaming about fucking me while I’m lying awake beside him in my bed.

I bite my lip hard. Fuck.

“How was it?” I ask.

His thumb is rubbing circles over my belly, the same way he always does. And I can’t help it, but I wonder if I can live without this again, too. He has wrecked me, just like I told Bob. If Rooster left--there couldn’t ever be anyone else. No one comes close to him--no one ever did. Nobody ever will.

“Hot,” he simply whispers, “can I ask you something?”

But I can feel him blinking against my skin now. His eyes are open--he’s awake.

“Of course,” I say, but my chest is tight, tightening.

He carefully presses a few more kisses to my--his--throat, somehow finding my freckles even in the dark of the room. I swallow gently, gently as I can when I feel like I am about to implode.

“Why do you wait? Trust me, I’m not complaining about anything--just I’m curious.”

Now it’s my turn to stiffen, to answer easily and coolly and not be embarrassed about what I’m going to say. I can’t tell him, no, I can’t tell him yet. But I won’t lie to him either. I bring my fingers down over the warm hand over my belly and he exhales suddenly.

“Fingers are so cold, baby,” he whispers, clutching my hand in his.

And before I can say anything at all, he has disconnected from my neck and I’m cold there, too now. It’s a damp kind of cold, like moving from a sauna to a stagnant room, like moving from a hot tub to a swimming pool.

He brings my fingers to his mouth and peppers kisses all over them, just like he did on my living room floor. His mouth his warm and soft and then he moves to sit up so he can hold my hand in both of his. He cups them over his mouth and breathes toasty breathes onto my skin.

I’m swooning, really. I could faint.

“G’head,” he tells me in the dark, against my fingers, “m’listening.”

“I got fucked out,” I tell him finally.

My voice cracks. I clear my throat.

“Got wild too wild,” I say quieter.

What I really mean is that I fucked anyone who would fuck me. What I mean is that I stopped even using condoms after the second month. What I mean is that I never got myself on birth control. That I fucked without restraint, without resolution, for the better part of ten months after my sister died. That people choked me, spit on me, bit me, hit me, pinned me down. And I took all of it--never considered it nonconsensual. I said nothing. I didn’t move. Things happened to me and I let them. Then I let those people sleep in bed with me or I slept in their beds in their musky apartments with their dirty dogs and smelly kitchens.

“You?” He asks, chuckling, “I’m having a hard time imagining that.”

“Don’t try to imagine it,” I say and he chuckles even though I mean it.

I want to ask him what we’re doing. I want to tell him the bridge is right here, at our feet. I want to fuck him, really, I do. I want to tell him that I don’t think I could even stomach anyone else if this was over. That he would be the last person to ever pick a record for dinner, that no one else would ever be allowed to drink out of my mugs ever again.

“Time is it?” he yawns, letting my hand fall to my lap.

I squint.

“Almost five.”

He nods, rubbing his eyes. He’s so beautiful, even here in the dark. The curve of his back, the muscles accidentally puckering beneath his hot skin as he moves. He turns to look at me, grinning. I’m mush at this point.

“Got some time to kill,” he says, “what should we do?”

“Go back to sleep?”

He kisses my arm and puts his hand on the middle of my chest. He’s so strong that I think he could push all the way through to my heart. He would hold it so gently.

“No, you’ve got me up now, baby,” he whispers, “reap what you sow.”

It feels like a blur after that, a blur of wet lips and warm fingertips and elastic and ankles and hair and heat. It feels like I don’t know how we got to this moment but here we are: he’s holding my back against his front, one arm secured tightly around my throat and the other arm resting on my belly as his hand dips between my quivering legs. And he’s biting the skin by my ear so perfectly, halting to lick and kiss the skin, soothing it after abusing it. He’s stark, body pressed up against my own, and my right hand is wrapped around him. He’s hard beneath my palm, weeping against my fingers, so thick and long and perfect as I pump him. But we’re moving in slow-motion, worshiping every minute in this bed as the sun begins to rise.

His moans vibrate his chest with such vibrato, such gust. He brings his mouth to my ear as his fingers rub slow, right circles over my clit. I’m so wet, so ready for him. There is an ache deep in my belly, deep in my entire being. I want him buried inside me. My entire body is sizzling--every nerve in my body is wide-awake and alive with overwhelming pleasure. He’s heaving breaths and I love the smell of him, his morning breath, his body.

“So fucking good,” he whispers to me, “you’re so fucking good.”

His mouth hovers my ear and he kisses me there three, four times before pressing his nose into the side of my face. And the truth of it all is--this is why I can cum so quickly when he touches me. Because he’s here with me, he’s speaking to me, he’s touching me. Because I am so soft against his hardness, because he is peppering sopping kisses to my face. Because when he holds me down, it doesn’t feel like he’s holding me down. It feels like he’s keeping me close, keeping me weighted.

“Talk to me, baby,” he breathes.

If I open my mouth, I’m afraid I’ll say I love him.

“Bradley,” I whisper instead, chest heaving.

He groans against me, thrusting into my hand. I keep pumping, slightly quickening my pace, leaning my head against him. He’s feverishly kissing my face now, pulling me closer, closer. His fingers match my pace, too.

And the room is paling, baby blue light streaming in from the window. And we’re covered in sweat, both of us on the edge of orgasm. He is biting down on my shoulder and the pain hurts so good, so fucking good. I am saying his name and he’s praising me. My body is jolting with bouts of intensity, pleasure touching every tip of my limbs.

He says it then.

“Fuck, baby, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I cum, then, my body heaving and convulsing and pulsing. And I can’t help it, I’m moaning, crying for him. And he cums right after me, white hot ribbons on my naked hip. Everything loosens, shifts. He lessens his grip on my throat and we try to catch our breath, but I can’t. My toes are curling, my skin goosing.

He kisses my face.

“Don’t move,” he tells me.

He moves off the bed and I feel so light and I hate it. I want to be heavy. I want him to lay parallel on top of me until I can’t take it, until my lungs compress. He fumbles around in the bathroom and I know that I must look like I’m sleeping because I am so very still, naked body curved into a half-C.

Had he said it? My brain pulses against my skull and I want to turn around, look him in his pretty eyes, and demand the truth. Had you said that? Had you mean it? Or were you just about to cum?

“Here,” he whispers gently, suddenly standing on my side of the bed, kneeling on the floor, “I’ve got you, honey.”

I watch his face. His eyes are still drooping with sleep, but they glimmer in the faint morning light. His lips are pursed in concentration as he cleans his cum off my body with a warm, wet washcloth. He tenderly presses it to my skin while his other hand holds my hip in place. Once he’s finished, he inspects thoroughly and then glances at me, catching my gaze. A fist squeezes my heart.

And like he knows what I’m thinking, like he can read my face like a book, he softens. His lips frown just slightly, brows coming together. He puts a hand on the back of my head, smoothing my hair. Sighing, he squints into my eyes.

“You know me,” he says and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, “you know I’m not a liar.”

It’s so like him--so incredibly like him to say that he’s falling in love with me thirteen days after we’ve met, when he was nudging me towards an orgasm, when he was moaning in my ear. So incredibly like him to say it then and there, then double down. So like him to clean me tenderly and quietly. So like him to tell me the truth again and again and again.

He’s looking deep into my eyes and our invisible string is thickening, tightening. I take a deep breath, bring his hand to my mouth and kiss his palm. I don’t have to curl his fingers around the kiss--he does it by himself. He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Don’t you want to ask me some questions before you decide that?”

I stroke his cheek the way he strokes the surface of my skin and he’s frowning deeper now, coming closer to me. He kisses my forehead, my nose. Then he sighs, leans into my touch. I hold him there.

“What should I ask?”

And this is so like him, too. Saying that he will take me anyway I am, wants me exactly like this. That he doesn’t care about the before, only the after. He’s so soft, so honest, so open. He’s still naked kneeling before me, softening every moment that passes.

I sigh and want to shake him.

“Who was my last serious boyfriend? Who are my best friends? Do I want kids? Am I religious? Do I have a retirement plan?”

I list them off, feeling a little bit rotten. But Rooster just smiles. He kisses the pulsepoint on my wrist, lips lingering there and I know that he can feel the quickening.

“Bob’s your best friend. And I know for a fact that you have a retirement plan. C’mon, give me a little credit,” he says this with a smile plastered on his lips.

I want to shake him again. Doesn’t he understand that these questions are the least important ones? Doesn’t he want to know how ran-through I am? Doesn’t he want to know that I was pregnant? Doesn’t he want to know that I had an STI? Doesn’t he want to know about the pills, the rehab? Doesn’t he want to know why I am so easily malleable during sex, why I am so obedient?

Like he can hear every single thought running buckwild beneath my skull, he pulls his eyebrows together and caresses my forehead. He presses his fingers there.

“S’okay,” he whispers, “don’t hurt yourself.”

My ears are hot, my pulse quickening again. When I don’t smile, his thumb drifts to the wrinkle between my brows. He smooths it out and I can’t help the smile that bites my lips.

“There she is,” he whispers, “of course I want to know those things. But I don’t need to know them to know what I’m feeling right now.”

I lean into his touch, I cannot help it. And I look at his sweet, sweet face and I know that I am falling in love with him, too. I think I’ve been falling in love with him since the very start of it all when he slammed the door of his Bronco shut. When he called me little lady and opened the door for me.

My heart is hammering against my ribs. I have to tell him something, some parts of the truth. I can’t stop it, the words are rising, rising. It feels like anger--but so much worse than that. It’s anguish and it feels like needles pricking my eyes and nose.

“Maybe you should’ve asked Bob what I was doing the year after my sister died,” I say, my voice unintentionally bitter, quivering, “maybe you should’ve asked him why Admiral Simpson has a soft spot for me.”

And I can’t do this. I can’t lay here on this bed, my t-shirt bunched up on my chest, pinned under my arms. I can’t lay here almost naked and have him look down at me with the most earnest expression of concern invading his face. It’s worse than the pity I hate so much--it hurts, makes my ears burn, makes my lips tingle. I feel like my wound is opening again, like my skin is separating and I’m bleeding, and the sweat on my skin is going to infect it.

So I get up, quickly, dropping his hands from mine. I separate our skin that never even really feels separate anymore. And I heave deep breaths as I scramble towards the end of the bed, desperate to feel the floor beneath my feet, to get away from his beautiful fucking face and serious eyes.

“Faye,” he says, sounding surprised and wounded, “what just happened?”

My mind is buzzing, clouding.

“I need to take a shower,” I say, my back to him.

I face the bathroom and the room is white now. I peel the shirt off my body, naked now, and start for the bathroom. I am going to cry. The lump in my throat is constricting the breaths I am trying to breathe, is making my chest bloom with hives.

“C’mon,” Rooster says, “don’t do that. Don’t shut down.”

Shut down? He doesn’t want me to shut down? Does he even understand what that means for me? That shutting down for me looks a lot like being a human fuck-doll.

I put a hand over my chest and my heart is beating in my throat, thickening with saliva.

“That’s not fair,” he tells me and I know without looking that he’s standing now, his cheeks pink, body flushed, “you can’t just walk away from this.”

If I don’t get into my bathroom now, right now, I think I will end up a heap on the bedroom floor. I think I will just die, free-falling out over this landscape of refinished wood floors and expensive rugs and strewn panties and socks.

“Listen,” I say finally, not looking at him still, “let’s just keep doing what we’re doing.”

And I want him to call my bluff. I want him to call my bluff so badly. I don’t want to just fuck around with him. I think I want to marry him--fuck, I think I want to have his babies. I want to lay down every single thing that is mine, that is his, and share them. I want to keep a tuft of his hair in the breast pocket of my shirts. I want to listen to his heavy nighttime breathing turn into snores over the years.

I want him to know everything and I don’t want him to know everything. Because maybe if he knows everything, he won’t want me. Oh fuck, maybe he won’t want me. Maybe he doesn’t understand the reality of it all: that I can only take non-addictive prescriptions, that I have to call myself an addict for the rest of my life even if I am in recovery, that I was living in a rehabilitation center on my twenty-fifth birthday, that I had been infected with two different kind of viruses in between all people I fucked, that I could come face-to-face with someone that I let cum inside me and not recognize them.

It makes my chest burn to think of him knowing these things. It makes my chest burn to think of him looking at me differently--a feeling so intoxicating, so anguished that it’s worse than any pity or concern anyone could have for me. I suddenly want to unzip myself and step out of my skin so he’s never touched me. I want to go back to the night we met, to ignore him, to sit in the corner of the bar with Bob all night and never look at him. I can’t take this hurt, this pain. So I wish none of this ever happened.

Somehow, I am in the bathroom and all the lights are off so I’m blindly reaching inside to turn the handle. Hot water sprays out from the showerhead and I stand outside it for a moment, trying to catch my breath. Fuck.

“Doing what we’re doing?”

He’s standing in the doorway. I don’t look at him, but I can feel his fiery gaze on my cheek.

“Yes,” I say meekly.

I can feel how incredulous he looks, raising his hands in confusion, pulling his eyebrows together. I wish there was a record playing so I wouldn’t have to hear my own heart racing, wouldn’t have to hear his scoffing.

More than anything, I wish Maggie was here. I wish she was here to slap my cheeks and tell me to wake the fuck up. I can almost hear her saying, “Lock him down!” Fuck. She would’ve loved Rooster so much.

“What do you think we’re doing here?”

Blinking at the steam gathering inside the shower, I shake my head.

“You told me we’d cross that bridge when we got there,” I say.

“Well,” he says, his voice raising, “I think we’re here now, Faye.”

I could say a million things. I could be unfair. I could tell him that he’s making all the choices, all the decisions. How am I supposed to know that we’re here? And I would be lying if I said that. I would be lying because I know we’re there, woke up thinking about it. I could tell him to just leave, just go and forget me. I could just weep and ask him to hold me. I could just tell him the truth and watch him pack up to leave.

“You,” I start, “you shouldn’t want me.”

“Don’t,” he says quickly, holding a flat palm to me, “don’t say that.”

And before I can say anything else, he crosses the distance between us in a few short strides and turns the shower off. I don’t move, don’t take my eyes away from the disappeared stream. He’s looking down at me, hands on his hips, cheeks flushed.

“C’mon,” he begs, voice straining, “don’t shut me out. Please.”

Please. I could crumble. Doesn’t he understand that I am protecting him?

“You don’t know me,” I whisper.

When I say this, I know that it is cruel. I want it to be enough for him to be mad. I want him to just turn on his heel and walk away and give up. I want him to just walk the fuck away before I really, really love him. I don’t want to have to say anything meaner than that--I can’t say anything meaner than that, especially to him.

“Oh, that’s what you think?” he laughs humorlessly, “that’s what you really think?”

I’m crying. My tears are hot and salty and pouring down my face that I can’t turn to his. I hardly nod.

“I know you listen to your music just a hair too loud. Every single time. I know Penny keeps one bottle of lavender syrup at the bar just for you. I know you take care of everyone--me, Bob, even Maverick. You love prosecco. You go to the farmer’s market every Sunday. You only buy in-season produce,” his voice is harsh, biting, “and I know that you take care of Stevie because she was your sister’s cat. And you burn candles when you sleep--which is so dangerous, by the way. And I know all the places you hurt.”

I’m shaking. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.

“You care about your job, you love your job. You love your routine. I know that you keep your grandma’s China in the cabinet above your stove and only use it for special occasions. You don’t own any albums after 2016. When you sleep, you are very still and completely silent--you never make a peep. And when you take notes at work, you get this silly look on your face like you can’t remember something. And I know you only cum for me, just me, so easily,” he continues, “and I know you’re the only person in the world that I’ve let drive the Bronco. And that when I saw you for the first time outside The Hard Deck and you were sunkissed and smiling at me, I felt like I’d known you forever. And when I came to your house for the first time, you made me feel like I already lived there. When we were on Flat Rock Beach and you made me a little piece of bread without even asking me, you made me feel like I was being taken care of. You can handle Seresin, even when I can’t. You don’t yell, even when you’re mad.”

My eyes are closed. I am holding my face, my shoulders are shaking. It feels like he’s peeling the skin off my body.

“And I know that you feel fucked up because of what happened with your sister. And I don’t know what it feels like to lose your twin, but I know what it feels like when the person that knows you the most in the entire world dies. I know that it fucking sucks, Faye. I know that. I know that you talk about her, keep her memory alive,” his voice is breaking, “but I know you miss her more than anything and that you’d give your life to have her back. I know you feel alone, Faye. I know that. I know you think no one in the world understands you the way she did and no one ever will--and maybe that’s true. But you have to give me a chance, baby. You have to let me try.”

I weep silently. He doesn’t know that. No, no. This is just mine. Only I know this. I can weep in bed beside another person and they will never know. I have wept in bed beside stranger’s and they didn’t even stir.

“I know all the generic stuff, too. I know you still get pictures printed so you can frame them. I know you’re witty--and so, so funny. I know you love to dance, but hate being the first person on the dance floor. You’re kind to a fault. You are the kind of person that keeps a bitchy cat because it’s the right thing to do,” his voice is falling, quieter now, “and even when you’re drunk, drunker than me, you take care of me. You take care of yourself. I know you can fill holes in walls and that you grew up in Topeka. I know you’re the most beautiful fucking person I’ve ever seen in my life and that you make my chest hurt when you look at me.”

His fingers, his fingers that I ache for, wrap around my wrists. He pulls my hands away from my face and I feel like a panicked child trying desperately to hide their injury. I know my face is red and wet and that I look wrecked and freshly fucked. But he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him. His eyes are watery, too, his mouth a straight and serious line.

“I know you’re scared. I know that. I know you, baby,” he whispers, presses his nose against mine, thumbing the tears off my cheeks pointlessly, “and you’re such a bad liar.”

He holds the sides of my face, keeping my face tilted towards him and I sob very quietly, heaving, convulsing. And he doesn’t take his eyes off me, doesn’t move away. Fuck, he just stays right there, watching me break apart.

When my weeping slows, the lump in my throat thinning, he starts the shower. He holds my waist as I climb in and then stands behind me, holding me, his face in the crook of my neck. He kisses my wet skin and washes my hair. He doesn’t ask me to speak. He washes my body with his hands. And then when I am clean, he kneels once again and towels me off and when I almost start to cry again he kisses all over my body and squeezes my skin.

I don’t say anything until I walk into the kitchen after I have dried my hair and put a dress on. I don’t say anything until there’s mascara on my lashes and lipstick painting my pout. When I say something, it’s almost involuntary.

Bradley is in my kitchen, his service khakis belted smartly and a white t-shirt hugging his arms perfectly. He’s standing over the stove and there’s bacon popping and eggs frying. When the Morning Comes by Hall and Oates is playing quietly.

He doesn’t see me at first, see me watching him, that silly lump in my throat again. But I feel like I’m seeing him for the first time without those complicated feelings--all the feelings of inadequacy, all those silly feelings from before where I think he will leave me. His hair is gelled and his mustache is trimmed and he’s smiling.

“Okay,” I whisper, “we’re at the bridge. What now?”

His face snaps towards me. He’s grinning, cheeks bright and pink. I push my hair over my shoulder, wishing that we had a million more days of this. Wishing so badly that the mission hadn’t been moved up a week.

“We take it one day at a time,” he tells me.

He’s looking at my lips. I lean against the island, crossing my arms, nodding. One day at a time. That means I don’t have to tell him everything at once--pour a glass of boiling water onto him. I can let it trickle. Yes, I will do that.

“Deal.”

“Knew you’d come around,” he says before nodding, “now set the table for me, honey. Breakfast’s ready.”

☾ ☽

My fingers are sticky. They are sticky because I am lingering on my first glass of a virgin lavender limeade and instead of drinking it, I am digging my fingers in and putting sweet, tangy ice cubes in my mouth to suck on.

I am sitting at the polished bar of The Hard Deck, the velvet seats soft against my thighs where my dress has risen. I have honey in my heart, slow-spreading and so, so sweet. But deep in my bones I am tired. I am the kind of tired one feels after weeping ferociously. The kind of tired where my eyes droop all day long, even when I’m in the lounge listening to the comm’s, which usually makes me feel jittery. I am the kind of tired that others are noticing.

“You good?” Bob had asked as soon as I walked into the training room, trailing slowly behind Rooster.

Rooster had glanced over his shoulder, looking right at me and through me at the same time.

“Didn’t sleep well,” I told Bob, “just tired.”

And when I was walking down the hallway, holding a few notebooks against my chest, my eyes falling to count the tiles that I moseyed across, a certain voice echoed off the floor.

“Lieutenant Ledger,” Admiral Simpson said, his polished shoes suddenly on the forty-seventh tile.

I snapped to attention at once, squaring my jaw and bringing my feet together, saluting. He was standing in his service khakis, hair impeccably neat, eyebrows furrowed but face soft. We were alone in the hallway and I had to squint against the fluorescents above us.

“Sir!”

“At ease, Clover. Are you doing okay?”

When he asked this, it made my spine want to curl. It made me want to be a dead bug in the corner, ignored and hollow. I blinked a few times, trying to stop squinting at the lights above us. My hand fell and I nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

He said nothing, expression unchanged. He was searching my face.

“Sir, I am more than happy to provide a sample for a drug test.”

When I said it, my throat was very tight. I was on the verge of tears even though my morning had been so bitter-sweet. I felt like crying all the time today.

He shook is head quickly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“No, that will not be necessary. I know this assignment has been challenging for you, even if you’re the right person for it,” he said softly, “if you need any time off, I would be happy to provide you with time off.”

I shook my head profusely, holding the books to my chest tighter.

“No, no. Just couldn’t sleep. Thank you, Cyclone.”

And when I said his call-sign, he softened entirely. His shoulders dropped a few centimeters and the wrinkles on his forehead smoothed. He nodded once in acknowledgement and spun on his foot before continuing down the hall.

Even Penny is watching me from the corner of her eye, hands mindlessly drying a glass behind the bar as I slouch on my stool. She hasn’t asked me, but I know she wants to. Penny is too polite to ask me.

Bob is beside me, still in uniform, and he’s munching on peanuts as he tells Penny something about the weekend before. He’s so lively, even though I know all the aviators are on edge. How could they not be with the mission looming so closely?

Behind us, the rest of the squadron are gathered at one of the pool tables or straggling by the dart board or sitting with frosty mugs of beer at one of the corner booths. Everyone is lively, just like Bob, even though their undereyes are littered with purple veins and pink skin.

“She’s fine,” Bob tells Penny once he catches her gaze on me, “just tired.”

He puts one of his hands on my shoulder. Bob is so warm. If we weren’t in The Hard Deck, I would lay my head on his shoulder and fall asleep and stay asleep for four days. I wish we were at my house, laying on my couch together, watching Dirty Dancing.

“Stressed?” Penny asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I wish people didn’t worry about me the way they did. I wish people would just accept that I am tired--truly tired. Maybe if I explained what happened this morning, explained my wicked sobs and Rooster’s twisted lips, they would understand and let me be.

“Maybe a smidge,” I smile softly, “but we should be asking Bob that. How are you, Bob?”

Desperate to get Penny’s eyes off me, I lean my cheek into his hand that’s still holding my shoulder. He is embarrassed only for a small moment, smiling softly, blinking behind his glasses. His hair is beginning to fall from its gel.

“I’m everything. Nervous, excited. Phoenix has the harder job,” he says, his eyes flickering to his feet, “she’s gotta get both of us back.”

My throat feels tight. I won’t let my mind wander for too long about these things. Everyone here is the best of the best. The thought of even one of them not coming back to base, back to Miramar, back to their friends and family, back to me--it’s borderline unthinkable. Now I reach out, wiping my sticky hands on my dress, and push his glasses back up his nose.

“You’re gonna be just fine,” I tell him and I mean it, I really do, “I’ll see to it.”

He meets my eyes and something flashes in the blue of his--and I know what it is. I am his best friend. I know that he’s thinking it, the same way I am looking at him and adoring him, loving him. And maybe he’s thinking that since the worst has already happened to me, since he lost Maggie too, then nothing bad can happen to him. It feels like the unspoken law of shitty things.

“Oh, you’re good,” Bob says, a teasing lilt in his voice, “very convincing. I believe you, really, I do.”

Tiny Dancer starts on the jukebox. I am biting a grin, watching Bob bite a grin right back. This is our song. The first time we ever got drunk together, dragged to a frat party by Maggie, we danced on a dirty rug in the middle of a dimly-lit muggy room. We sang into each other’s mouths, laughing, kind of crying, too.

“Too tired to dance?”

My eyes are half-shut when I smile.

“Never for you.”

So Bob puts his hand out for me to take and I give him my sticky fingers. He leads me to the dance floor, which is almost completely empty. It’s that strange time between quitting time and the evening rush, which means people are sporadically huddled in their groups randomly around the bar.

Rooster catches my eye, tucked into the corner of a booth, holding his chin in his hands. No one sees him when he smiles at me in a private way. And I lean my head, looking at his handsome face, and give him a sad kind of smile back.

Bob smiling in that Bob way--lips quivering in a happy kind of embarrassment, one he can’t help, one that is intrinsic to him. He pulls me to him and parts of our body grace each other as I put my arms around his neck loosely. He holds firm to the curve of my waist, hands glued there--they will not go up or down.

And we dance, smiling at each other, thinking about college, thinking about the frat party that made us infamous losers on Maggie’s college campus. She loved that we did it--loved that people confused her for me and asked her who that nerd was that she danced with at Sigma Delta’s party.

“Do you think she did this?” He asks softly as the sun painted the left side of his face, “the song?”

I nod.

“Of course she did.”

And then I lay my head on his shoulder and we keep twirling slowly, not caring if we stumble over each other’s feet. He’s still smiling when he brings a hand up to smooth my hair, the way he used to do to Maggie and I all the time. He couldn’t believe that we put up with our hair being so long--always in the way.

“You know,” Bob says, “you’ve been the best friend a guy could ask for.”

My throat constricts. I force myself to swallow and blink away the tears that come far too easily. He’s holding my waist again, cheek resting softly on my head. He smells like talcum powder and soap.

“I wish you were always here, Bob.”

He swallows and squeezes my waist one time.

“Me too, Faye.”

And when the chorus comes and the jukebox is inexplicably louder and the whole bar is singing, I lean away from him and he’s watching me the way best friends do--like he’s admiring me and loving me and giddy all at the same time, wrapped up in the soft expression of genuine joy.

“Do you think he’ll leave,” I ask, swallowing hard, taking advantage of the heightened volume of the crowd, “when I tell him everything?”

Bob glances nonchalantly at Rooster, who’s laughing at something Phoenix said, taking a sip of his golden ale. He looks so tired, so beautiful, so perfect. Everywhere he is, he looks like he belongs right there.

When Bob turns back to me, his expression is very serious.

“Who could ever leave you?”

My eyes are watery. I bite my lip.

“I could think of a few,” I say.

Bob pulls his eyebrows together. When his glasses start to fall down his nose, I carefully push them back up his face.

“Nobody’s ever wanted to leave you,” he says and then after a beat he asks, “can I recite a poem or is that too pretentious?”

I shake my head, my lips pursed because I am going to cry if I speak.

“It’s by Wendell Berry, called A Meeting. It goes like,” he clears his throat and I smile, “like this: ‘In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I once was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: “How you been?” He grins and looks at me. “I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.”’

And even though Bob is prone to stumble over his words and get shy in front of crowds and can be sitting in a room with someone for an hour before they notice, he recites the poem clearly and calmly in my ear as I rest my cheek on his shoulder. And I can almost imagine him when we were at Temple, him with his long hair and baby face, always cleaning his glasses and filling up my water bottle. I can see him digging the book of poetry out of his collection after Maggie died, blue eyes glossy as he let them fall over the lines again and again. Maybe he memorized it for this exact moment--maybe he was just waiting for me to be ready to hear it.

“Again,” I choke.

He recites it again as Elton John croons, as all the cigar-soaked shirts in the crowd sing brutishly along to Tiny Dancer. A peanut shell cracks under my heel, but I hear every single word he says.

His hand comes to rest on the middle of my back and I get the sensation that Maggie is in the crowd, smiling at us, a bottle of beer in her hands. I imagine that she’s in her service khakis but her hair is falling down her back in glossy waves and she has quarters pressed into her palms. I imagine that she would be whispering to Rooster, telling him that she likes him, that if he died and broke my heart then she would kill him. I imagine her grin and the way she would come up to us after the song ended to congratulate us on our new romance, that teasing tilt in her voice.

And the pain of losing her is still fresh, will always be fresh. Maybe it's because I’m too tired, or maybe it’s because I’m out of tears, but I do not cry when I think about these things. I just hold Bob, feel his hand on my back, and twirl around with him.

☾☽ 𝐚/𝐧: that poem means a lot to me. I love it very much. gives me solace. :)

☾☽ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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