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Could you pleaseeee do more single dad!Eddie 🥺

✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ stand by me ]

summary: after totally embarrassing yourself at eddie's kid's birthday party, the metalhead single dad from the trailer park shows you his (perhaps equally embarrassing) favorite movie. (2.9k)

pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: eddie and maeve universe, strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, girl dad eddie munson™, fluff, ugly crying at movies

You never did crack open that bottle.

The one you accidentally brought to Eddie’s kid’s birthday party? Yeah, that one. The glass container sits unopened on the coffee table in front of you, casting amber reflections on the old wood beneath the lamplight. It’s just a silly conversation starter now. You’ve got no real reason to drink it, anyway.

There’s nothing more intoxicating than Eddie Munson’s presence.

Sunrays spill from your mouth when you tip your head back to laugh. You turn to look at the boy on the other end of the couch, and your warm cheek squishes against the cushion. “Stand By Me is not your favorite movie!” you argue, giggling softly with disbelief.

Eddie has no idea how big he’s smiling. He’s too busy staring at you to notice the beam on his face.

He shrugs his shoulders, now free from the confines of his leather jacket. He wears a faded Peanuts shirt now. A hand-me-down, you figure. “I mean… Land Before Time is a really close second,” he answers in a teasing lilt.

“Oh, yeah. Only the saddest movie ever made.”

“Maeve used to love it. And, like, not in a normal way— She used to make me play it for her until the tape spun out,” Eddie tells you, chuckling softly to himself. “It grew on me eventually, but… Then she grew out of it.”

You watch him get all forlorn at the thought. You meet his subtle pout with a scrunched nose. “Well, she’s only four, right? Surely, she hasn’t had time to grow out of much.”

Eddie scoffs and slouches further on the couch until his thighs spread. “You’d be surprised. Every time I think I— you know— start to understand her a little bit or whatever, she just… She changes, you know? Like, overnight.”

He doesn’t mean to get so suddenly sentimental about the whole thing. Especially not in front of a pretty girl he only met eight hours ago. He’ll blame it on the late night and the existential dread that always comes with birthdays. He conceals his brooding behind a dumb joke.

“I mean, just this morning, Maeve’s favorite animal was a Hefflelump… Now it’s a blobfish.”

You try to hold back your laughter. You fail. The sunshine-coated giggle sputters from your mouth despite your attempts to keep it hidden. Eddie only laughs because you are.

“I should’ve said turtle or something,” you humor with a roll of your eyes, tucking your knees to your chest. “Or, like, a badger. Maybe then I wouldn’t have gotten made fun of all day.”

“Those aren’t any less normal,” Eddie chuckles with a lopsided grin, dark chocolate eyes twinkling ‘cause he never really liked normal anyway.

You shrug. “Agree to disagree.”

“You wanna know something?” he blurts after a long beat of silent smiles. “When I tucked her in, she made me promise to take her to the aquarium tomorrow. Said she wanted to see ‘if the blobfish were just as gross in real life.’

You smile so wide your eyes squint at the edges. “Do they have blobfish at the aquarium?” you laugh.

Eddie shrugs. “Probably not. But she’ll get to pet a stingray or somethin’. Then she’ll forget all about it.”

“Sounds fun…” you murmur, picking at pills of cotton on the old couch with a suddenly anxious hand.

“Yeah. Parenting always is,” Eddie hums with a distant smile. “Even when it isn’t.”

“Should I— Should I, like, go?” you stammer.

The boy seems shocked by your question. His fluffy brows pinch as he hums. “Huh?”

You squirm, less than comfortable in your own skin. “Well, I mean, it’s… It’s getting kinda late and everything, and… If you guys are going into the city in the morning, I don’t wanna, like, keep you or whatever—”

Suddenly anxious, Eddie sits up a little straighter. “No! No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he responds, then quickly follows with wide eyes. “Unless— Unless you want to leave—”

“I don’t!” you answer, equally flustered.

Eddie forces an awkward chuckle. “I don’t want you to think I’m, like, keeping you hostage here or something—”

“I just don’t wanna overstay my welcome—”

“You couldn’t,” he insists.

You nod, and in a mousy voice, you reply, “Well, you couldn’t keep me hostage, so…”

Eddie grins. “Good.”

“Good,” you echo.

“So… Wanna watch a movie or something?” he offers with a fluttering heart and fidgeting hands.

He feels like a teenage boy all over again — only he never actually got the opportunity to ask a pretty girl out when he was a teenager. People weren’t exactly fighting to spend time with the local freak back then. Or now, really.

Except you.

“Whaddaya got?”

“Well, let’s see…” he says, grunting as he rises from the couch.

Eddie walks the short distance to the box television across the room — which Maeve has carefully decorated with a collection of sparkly stickers. He sorts through the VHS tapes stacked in less-than-organized piles with a ringed hand, realizing must’ve left all the good stuff at Wayne’s.

“Oh, you know… All the Maeve Munson favorites…” he singsongs with a sigh.

“Surprise me,” you call from the couch.

Eddie rises then, with two bulky VHSs clutched within ringed fingers. He holds them on either side of his face and grins between them. “Stand By Me or Land Before Time?”

“Stand By Me,” you answer with a firm nod. “Unless, you know, you wanna see me ugly cry.”

“That’s second date territory,” he quips with a wink, suddenly and very uncharacteristically cool. “Stand By Me it is.”

—————

You’re crying on a stranger’s couch about ninety minutes later.

The credits roll in static colors on the tiny television across from you. The low bass of a nostalgic song floats quietly through the living room — If the sky, that we look upon, should tumble and fall… Or the mountains, should crumble to the sea…

Eddie looks on with a sympathetic beam as you hide your teary face behind your palms. He can’t tell if you’re shaking from sobs or from laughter. Maybe a healthy mixture of both. “I thought you weren’t gonna cry!” he chuckles.

You peek at him through your fingers. Your eyes are glassy with tears and squinting at the edges with a smile. “I forgot how sad it was!” you sniffle, then laugh at yourself.

I won’t cry, I won’t cry… No, I won’t shed a tear…

“You’re crying, too!” you observe as the boy beside you wipes at his eyes with his fingertips. You reach over to shove him with a playful hand. “You big softy!”

Eddie scoffs and swipes his nose with the back of his wrist. “I’m not crying! I’m just… I had something in my eye.”

“Tears?” you tease with a scrunched nose.

He nods, and with a sheepish look in his eyes, he says, “Yeah…”

Your quiet laughter entwines, filling the dim living room with something sparkly and golden. The sound of violins swells in a similar way. Eddie’s eyes flutter shut as he begins singing the lyrics to himself, not really trying but sounding pretty anyway.

“Just as long, as you stand, stand by me…” he croons quietly. You beam and sing softly along with him, audibly less serious about the whole thing. “And darlin’! Darlin’! Stand by me… Oh, stand by me—”

Both of you quieten when a door squeaks about open down the hall. The distant screech is followed by the patter of tiny footsteps. Eddie huffs and sits up a little straighter. “Ah, shit…”

Your face floods with horror. “Was I too loud?” you whisper.

“No. It’s just midnight,” he answers, shaking his wild head. “She always wakes up at midnight. Like my personal little Gremlin.”

Maeve appears in the dark hallway then, drowning in one of her dad’s old t-shirts. Corroded Coffin, the front of it reads, in what seems to be hand-made lettering. The thing fits her like a gown.

Her curls sit in an untamed halo around her head from the intensity of her slumber. She rubs at her swollen eyes with chubby fists. Eddie can’t help but grin at the sight of her.

“Hey, Mayday,” he coos. “What happened? You can’t sleep?”

The girl shuffles to her father like it’s muscle memory to her. Still half-asleep, she grips his shirt with graceless fingers and climbs onto his lap with her eyes still shut. She cuddles into his torso, fitting perfectly there, while you sit frozen on the other side of the couch. Like maybe if you’re real still, she won’t notice you’re there.

“We gonna go see da blobfish now?” she wonders in tiny slurs against his chest.

Eddie’s cheek squishes against her head when he smiles. The expression gets lost in her wild chestnut locks. “Not yet, May. It’s too late— All the fishies are sleeping now. Like you should be.”

She shifts on his lap like she’s trying to get more comfortable there. Her cheek, indented with lines of sleep, rubs against his shirt when she turns to look up at him. “Need you to tuck me in,” she tells him, tiny chin bobbing against his chest.

Eddie juts back to see her better. “Again?” he humors with his brows raised behind his curly bangs.

“Mhmm,” she nods, slow and sleepy.

“Okay,” he hums, scoffing a tired chuckle. “I’ll tuck you in again, bug.”

You don’t mean to laugh. It just crawls up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. You try to hide it behind your palm, but Maeve still notices.

Her fluffy brows scrunch together when she turns to you. She swipes at the hair sticking to her cheek with a fumbling hand to see you better. She doesn’t say anything, though. She just kinda blinks at you, with a brown-eyed, emotionless gaze.

You muster a wavering smile at the girl, lifting your hand in an unsure wave.

“Wanna go see the blobfish with us tomorrow?” Maeve blurts. Though, in her less than awake state, it sounds more like wanna go see da bobfish wiv us tommowow? It’s like you can feel your heart melting.

“The aquarium,” Eddie clarifies.

You squirm in your seat. “Oh, I… I can’t,” you sigh, then follow quickly when she pouts. “I wish I could! It sounds super fun, but I’m… I’m busy…”

You aren’t, really. ‘Cause tomorrow’s Saturday — the only thing you really have to do is try to wake up before noon. You just don’t know how else to turn her down.

“Maybe next time?” Eddie offers hopefully, mostly for Maeve’s sake.

You nod rapidly, just for Maeve. “Yeah. Next time. Definitely.”

“See? It’s okay,” Eddie lilts, squeezing gently at the girl’s sides until she’s smiling again. “We can have fun just you and me, right?”

Maeve pouts in response, a sort of snarled face that’s obviously playful.

Eddie laughs loud and boyishly in return. “Hey! Don’t make that face at me!” he exclaims, feigning offense. Maeve loses her poker face almost instantly as she giggles. “Go get in bed, you weirdo. I’ll tuck you in in a second.”

“And read me another book?” she presses hopefully.

He nods, knowing it’s a fight he’s bound to lose. “And read you another book.”

“Two of them?”

The girl holds her pointer and middle finger in front of her face. Eddie chuckles and guides the latter back down with a gentle hand. “One,” he corrects.

“Two.”

“One.”

“Two!”

A brief stare-off ensues, one in which you’ve got a front-row seat. Maeve’s dark chocolate gaze resembles her father’s — button-eyed and swimming with something honeyed and stubborn. She tilts her chin to her chest and glares unwavering at the man in front of her.

Eddie inevitably caves. He sighs so deeply his chest deflates. “Fine… Two. But only if you run real fast.”

Maeves slides down his denim-clad legs until her bare feet hit the carpet. She scurries down the hall without another word, quiet giggles fading with her footsteps. Eddie slumps against the couch with a small, contented sigh.

You realize you haven’t stopped smiling for several minutes now. “She’s really sweet,” you compliment to fill the silence.

Eddie scoffs a gentle laugh. “Yeah. When she wants to be.”

The quiet returns. You run out of things to say. The notion of the late-late night settles more heavily upon you. You swallow hard and fight for a way out that doesn’t make it sound like Eddie hasn’t just given you one of the best nights of your life.

“I think I’m gonna—”

“Well, I should—”

The boy starts speaking at the same time as you. You cut each other off without trying, then laugh quietly at yourselves.

“You first,” you tell him.

“I should go tuck Maeve in before she goes all Mayday mode and starts screaming at me,” Eddie says, only partly joking.

His sweet little Maeve is only Mayday when she’s throwing a too-passionate tantrum. Or when it’s past midnight, and she’s acting like a total gremlin. He doesn’t particularly want you to witness either. ‘Cause kids tend to be pretty gnarly sometimes — especially when you aren’t the one raising them.

“Yeah, I should probably start heading home, anyway,” you reply. “It’s late.”

Eddie rises with a small huff. You follow behind him towards the front door, both of you moving with slow and heavy strides — neither particularly wanting the other to go.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” he says beneath the sound of the screeching screen door. “And for helping Maeve have a good day and everything… Most people don’t really consider hanging out with a four-year-old and her dad a good time, so…”

“Well, most people are weirdos,” you scoff and slide past him through the doorway. “You and Maeve are, like, the coolest people in Hawkins.”

You stand ahead of him on the front steps of the trailer, glowing beneath the silver moon and the buzzing amber porchlight. Eddie lingers in the entryway and holds the door open with his shoulder, so he can hear Maeve when she inevitably starts shouting for him.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he wavers with a scrunched nose. “Maeve’s pretty cool and all, but… She definitely didn’t get that from me.”

“Your favorite movies are Land Before Time and Stand By Me,” you deadpan with a flat face. A smile inevitably pulls at your lips when you look at him too long, pretty as he is. “You’re cool, Eddie. Whether you wanna be or not.”

“Agree to disagree,” he grins, totally sheepish as he shrugs off the compliment. “Thanks for hangin’ around. Again.”

He feels like he’s said that too many times now, but he’s too full of gratitude to stop. It’s been just him and Maeve for so long. And, yeah, sure, Steve and Robin come around when they can, but they’ve got their own lives outside of this one. It isn’t every day someone appears at his trailer with a bottle of booze and the wherewithal to acclimate to his chaotic life.

Eddie feels like he should never stop thanking you, really.

You shrug. “Thanks for keeping me around. Again.”

“See you soon?” he wonders with a hopeful glint in his dark eyes, made a much lighter amber in the moonlight.

You nod firmly once. “‘Course.”

And even though that’s as good a dismissal as any, you both linger in the doorway still. Like your feet are glued in place.

How are you supposed to walk away from him? The man with wild rockstar curls, rings on each finger, and a beaded bracelet with his daughter’s initial in the very center. The man who loves cartoons more than his toddler and cries with you at sad movies?

You figure you’ll spend forever chasing this foreign feeling he’s so effortlessly given you.

“Daddy!” Maeve shouts. Her high-pitched voice rings through the tiny trailer. It makes you wince a little. You didn’t think something so tiny could be so loud.

“And there’s Mayday…” Eddie lilts quietly, unflinching ‘cause he’s used to this by now.

“I’ll go,” you laugh, walking backward towards your car. “I’ll— I’ll see you around.”

“G’night,” he calls to you as he watches you go.

His chest stings when he realizes he never asked for your number. It feels much too awkward to do it now, and he’s only got a few minutes more before Maeve goes crazy on him. He should’ve asked you ages ago, really. But he didn’t. ‘Cause he’s an idiot.

You notice it, too, but you flash him a sheepish smile over your shoulder anyway. Even if you never hear from him again after you’re gone, you figure there’s always next year.

Maeve will be another year older. Steve will bring you along to her party if you beg. Eddie will be in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and you’ll bring a bottle of booze just to make him smile. The alcohol will go untouched, though, as the two of you get lost in conversation and Stand By Me.

Even if all this was only destined to happen once every year — even if it was only supposed to happen once and never again — you’ll spend the rest of your life grateful that it happened at all.

With a cold hand trembling with longing, you wrench your car door open. Though your heart’s heavy with a distant worry that you may never be back here again, you grin at him through the grief and the small distance between you.

“Good night, Eddie.”

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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Caged Bird (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Y/n wakes up, her wings gone and her mind fuzzy. What will ensue? PART TWO TO MY ONE SHOT UNDERSTAND.

Link to Part One: Understand (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader)

Warnings: Uh, brief mentions of bandages and pain and stuff. Toxic relationships. Kidnapping?? What you'd expect to come after part one.

Word Count: 1,500

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A/N you guys have been like, breaking my door down for this one.

The world spun circles around Y/n as she opened her eyes. Memories as blurry as her vision, she struggled to bring her surroundings into focus. She could tell she was in a bed but not much else. Everything was different shades of red and unfamiliar, with a window to odd dark woods in her sight.

As the room settled into focus, the first thing she realized was that the window was not in fact a window. Instead, the room simply came to a point where the walls fractured and gave way to the outside. The second thing was that she was not alone.

"There you are, darling." came a hauntingly familiar voice from beside her, "I was starting to worry."

Everything came crashing down around her as she heard his voice. In her minds eye, Y/n watched the portal close. She saw her husband soaked in blood -- in her blood -- with that far off, crazed look in his eyes.

Alastor reached out to wipe a tear that threatened to fall from her eye and Y/n violently jerked away on instinct. Pain ricocheted through her body from the movement, stemming from the middle of her back. Emanating from the place where... she couldn't bring herself to think of it.

He let his hand hang there in the air by her face for a moment before bringing it back to his side with a sigh. Y/n turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing into the cool silk of the pillow case. She watched Alastor carefully.

There hadn't really been time when they first encountered one another in that ally to take in his new appearance. He leered over her, the same constant sharp tooth smile. Y/n couldn't help but notice that there was something there in the red glow of his eyes that was the same. It was the only thing that really remained of the man she had known. Well, that and the monocle.

"How are you feeling?"

"Awful."

With painstaking effort, Y/n pulled herself into a sitting position in the corner of the bed where it met the wall. As the blankets fell from her torso, she realized she'd been wrapped in crisp white bandages.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't give you anything for the pain until you woke up. Here."

Y/n looked up from the bandages to see that Alastor was holding a few pills and a glass of water out to her. She eyed them suspiciously.

"It's just aspirin."

"And you're just my fucking kidnapper. You're just the one person I was supposed to be able to trust completely."

Alastor's eyes fell to his hands. He took a deep breath.

"Y/-"

"You know," Y/n cut him off, her eyes falling to her hands as they fiddled with the blanket pooling in her lap, "I really thought you..."

Alastor looked over at her as her words fell off into silence. There were tears pooling in her eyes again. He didn't regret what he had done. No, it had been necessary. He couldn't lose her again. None of that mattered right now, however. It still hurt, to see her in such pain and know he was the cause.

"Thought what, my dear?" he prompted after a few moments.

"It's dumb." Y/n shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes, "I was dumb."

"Now now, you know how I feel about you talking down about yourself. It is unbecoming and untrue."

Y/n shook her head again, letting out a small, sad, laugh. The sound was nothing more than a sharp exhale through her nose, it was rueful.

"I mean it, Y/n." Alastor insisted, "Tell me what is on your mind?"

As he spoke, he reached a hand out to her. He tried to hold her hand, he wanted to comfort her but Y/n flinched away again and so, he stopped his efforts.

"I thought you wouldn't hurt me." she admitted at last, meeting his eyes once again.

An arrow through his heart.

"I really thought you... I was so dumb."

"I'm not going to apologize." Alastor sighed after a moment, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I did what I had to do."

"What you had to do?" Y/n really did laugh this time, her eyes searching the room before meeting his once again, "What you had to do, Al?"

"Yes. One day, you will realize that and you will thank me for it."

"Alastor fucking Hartfelt: no."

He stilled. It wasn't the usage of his full name, no. That he was used to hearing from his wife. She had a love of calling him it, it was a privilege in her mind. The real issue was that Y/n, the prim and proper precious girl he adored so much, had cursed. The only other time he'd heard her do that was when she had learned about his mother dying. She was serious.

"No." Y/n said again, shaking her head fervently as her gaze lowered to her lap, "I... in what world would I thank you for cutting the wings off my goddamn back? In what world.... how the fuck do you think things are ever going to be okay between us again?"

His hands slowly slid from his chest, falling loosely to his lap as Y/n met his eyes once again. She looked tired, she looked heartbroken. He hadn't meant for that.

"I..." Alastor searched for the words but they both knew there were none, "I didn't know what else to do."

"I told you I was going to figure something out!"

"And what if you didn't!?" Alastor yelled back, getting to his feet, "What if someone on your end found out and you got killed, for real killed."

He slammed his hands on the bed, leaning over Y/n who trembled slightly, her eyes wide.

"I did what I had to do." Alastor sighed, the anger falling from him as quickly as it had arrived, "Just... please. Please, Y/n. I couldn't lose you again."

Y/n's heart hurt. He was begging her. He had hurt her so much but, had the reasons really been that bad?

She knew he was right. With her plan, she would have most likely ended up dead or worse, with Adam forcing her to kill Alastor, or forcing her to try to at least.

He was begging her. He was begging her and even after what he had done, she loved him. Even after the violence, the pain, discovering his new nature, she loved him and was elated to be in his presence once again. Y/n wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. More than anything, she wanted to close her eyes and open them again to find it had all been a dream, open them to their sweet little house in the garden district -- alive.

"Please." Alastor said again, sinking to his knees as if in prayer, "Please, Y/n. I don't expect you to forgive me right away just try to understand where I'm coming from."

She watched him, his head in his hands, his eyes on the mattress. Y/n was angry. Because he was right, because she still wanted to scream, because god she just wanted him to hold her. Even knowing that he was the source of the pain, all she wanted was for him to hold her and make it all better. Because that was what Alastor did, what he had always done. He made things okay.

Life was easier with Alastor, life was lovely. Memories overtook Y/n, over took her reason and her anger and her fear. Tentatively, she reached a hand out and placed it on Alastor's head. He looked up at her, ears swiveling. Still smiling.

"Can you do anything else? Can you only smile?"

He hesitated a moment before shaking his head no and Y/n sighed.

"I..." Y/n trailed off, sighing once again.

She felt caught, trapped. Even if she wanted to go back to the hell of life as an exorcist, she couldn't. Options were limited: Alastor or alone. Y/n didn't think she wanted to be alone. Not now, not here, not like this.

"Can I have a hug?"

The question was small, her voice trembled. Alastor's eyes lit up. With a practiced grace, a practiced giving of space and time, he stood and sat down on the bed beside her. She fell into his chest, clutching his jacket as he wrapped his arms around her, careful to avoid the fresh wounds he had inflicted.

Y/n began to sob. Big heavy breaths, big wet tears soaking through his suit into his skin.

"It will all be okay." Alastor cooed, rubbing her shoulder gently, "It will all be okay."

And the worst part was, she beleived him. His words made her feel better. And the worst part was, Y/n began to smile.

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A/N I looked up his last name and this is what the wiki said. Please don't be mad at me.

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wanderingxiao · 5 months

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Clubbin’

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, semi-public sex, slight degradation, hook-up (w/ happy end), unprotected sex (reader on the pill ;) be safe kiddos!)

A/N: super self-indulgent. Why is this so long. And why is Scaramouche so hot? 😍💜 enjoy~

The stench of sweat and strong liquor infiltrated the already irritated Scaramouche, an Old Fashioned clutched between his fingers tightly as he struggled in his resolve to stay at the club. His sharp indigo eyes cast over to his work colleagues drunkly cheering and dancing to the heavy bass that vibrated the floors. His eyes rolled in annoyance, heaving a heavy sigh before casting his eyes back over the wave of intoxicated people.

It was then he felt as if he was being watched. He squinted his eyes, scanning the crowd of drunken faces before he found you, an outcast among the crowd completely sober. You were dancing to the beat of the nauseating bass, your eyes glued to his, a seductive glint drawing him in. He couldn’t take his off of you. He brought his lips to the glass to take a swig of his drink before he set it down. He felt as if his body was moving on its own. Maneuvering through the crowd, he made his way to you.

You turned to face him, a playful smile playing on your glossed up lips, coming to meet him halfway as your bodies touched. Your breasts pressed against his chest, your cleavage on full display for his prying eyes. He swooned at the way you fluttered your lashes at him, looking so innocent yet vulgar. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t love it.

Your body spun around, the scent of your shampoo luring him in as you pressed your back against him, your butt coming to rub against his pelvis. A light blush covered Scaramouche’s cheeks, his hands coming to find purchase at your hips, swaying his hips sloppily to the bass against you. It was obvious he was really bad at dancing, but you didn’t mind. Having such an attractive alluring guy rub himself against you was heaven enough.

You crooned your neck back against his shoulder, wrapping your arms behind you to circle his neck, pulling him closer. His lips shakily came to inhale the scent of your body, a soft groan being swallowed by the loud music. He began to pepper kisses along your shoulder, making his way up your neck. His hands slid down your front, stopping on the flesh of your thighs before squeezing.

“Follow me.” His eyes widened hearing your voice whispering in his ear seductively. Your hand intertwined with his, pulling him through the crowd towards the bathrooms. He had no objections to your actions. Once you were there, closing off the bathroom to any other drunken people threatening to interupt, your fingers slid the lock in place, your lips being enveloped by the warmth of a total strangers almost instantly.

Scaramouche didn’t know what the hell he was doing. This was the first time something like this had ever happened to him. Fucking a stranger in a club? Unknown to him it was yours too. Both your standards thrown out the window in the heat of the moment on a lonely night dancing in the club. You were beautiful, he couldn’t help being lured in. Not when you batted your lashes and practically begged him to fuck you right then and there.

You moaned softly against his mouth, hands fumbling on his clothing to find purchase on his back, tugging against his clothes to pull him closer. Scaramouche’s hips bucked against your pelvis, rubbing his aching erection flush against your stomach. You melted into him, letting his hands explore underneath your skirt to rub against your panties.

“So wet.” The stranger murmured against your lips, his indigo hair tickling your forehead as he licked your cheek. You could practically hear the grin on his face. His fingers circled your slick folds, coming up next to rub against your puffy throbbing clit. Your back arched against him, moaning into his ear while he touched so perfectly. “You were practically eye fucking me you know that? Tsk… how desperate.”

“A-Ahh, hah, c-couldn’t help it~ y-you just -ngh!- looked too good not t-to get a -Hmm!- a taste…!” Scaramouche dryly chuckled into your ear, a growl coming to rumble against your chest when your hand came to grope at his throbbing cock. “Could say the s-same for you, hah, pretty boy~”

“It’s Scaramouche.” He snapped, his fingers brushing your panties aside to plunge two fingers inside you at once. Your head threw back against the door, moaning in bliss, velvety walls clenching around his fingers at the sudden intrusion. He chuckled dryly, licking the shell of your ear as his fingers began to pump in and out of your wet and fluttery cunt. “It would be wise of you to remember it, whore. After all, I expect you to scream my name when I fuck you senseless.”

His fingers scissored your hole, stretching you out to accommodate his girth. He loved being able to hear your moans so close to him, it beat the obnoxious music playing outside. “P-Put in…! Ngh! Please, S-Scaramouche~” He pulled his fingers out roughly, snapping your panties back against your slick pussy. You whimpered at the sudden action, looking up at him in confusion only to see a dark look of lust.

“Heh, since you asked so nicely, pathetic little bitch.” His degradation made you shiver in anticipation, only causing more heat to build in your abdomen. Any other woman probably would have left right there as soon as he started insulting them. But fuck was it such a turn on when he said such filthy belittling things. The music covered the sound of his zipper sliding down to release his aching cock.

A shaky sigh left his lips as his leaky cock hit the cool air, twitching in anticipation and heavy arousal. Your hands slid up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side, rolling your hips against his cock to feel the heavenly friction of your sexes rubbing. You both moaned against each other, Scaramouche’s hand coming to grab your thigh, pulling it up to his hip, smirking as you wrapped around him obediently.

His tip oozed pre-cum, his member only becoming more lubricated as he slid his cock back and forth against your slit, covering him in your juices. Your hands came to his shoulders, fingers coming to grab the longer strands of Indigo that rest against his neck. Your hips bucked against his, reddened tip teasingly dipping into your twitching hole with every sensational roll of your hips. Scaramouche groaned, looking down to watch the lewd display before he stiffened.

“Are you on-“ You nodded quickly, already knowing what he was about to ask. His body relaxed instantly, smirk returning as his lips came to kiss along your cheek up to your ear. “Naughty girl. But you deserve some praise at least, for being so prepared tonight.” He scoffed lightly, his hands now coming to hold your hips tightly, his pelvis moving forward to rub his cock head against your puffy throbbing clit. “Were you expecting this to happen?”

You shook your head no, looking up into his eyes longingly. He searched for any indicators that you were lying. He found none, only honesty. His chest swelled as his ego became more inflated, grinning in pride knowing he had scored such a beautiful girl not even looking for a one-night stand, and here you were, begging for him to fuck you. His face came closer to yours, the smell of his cologne overpowering your nostrils as his lips ghosted over yours.

“Be sure to scream my name, yeah?” He gave you no time to prepare before he bottomed out, smacking his hips against yours in a swift thrust. You cried out his name, stiffening at the sudden feeling of being so full. His size practically took your breath away. Scaramouche could only groan and pant against your face, his forehead resting against yours for some sort of support as he pulled his cock out slowly. He could feel the friction of your panties on the side of his shaft as he thrust back inside your drooling sex.

“Fuck… n-ngh, so tight.” His breath fanned over your face, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he pulled you against him. Your moans were the only thing he could focus on. That and the inviting heat your warm pussy enveloped him in. Your walls fluttered against length, sucking him back in every time he pulled out. “Hah, you like that, s-slut? Like getting -hah- fucked by me? Mhm!”

“Y-Yes, Scaramouche! I-It’s good~ ahh…! So good!” Your fingers pulled against his hair, pushing your faces together more as you finally caved into kissing him once more. Your tongues collided in a passionate battle of dominance. The taste of unfamiliar liquors invading your mouths as you exchanged saliva. He slid his hand down your hip to grope your ass before sliding under your thigh to pull you up against him, his chest pressing you against the door.

Your legs dangled from either side of him, bouncing up and down as he used you to control the blissful pace. His cock kissed your sweet spot just right with every buck of his delicious hips. He could feel your arousal running down length, gathering thickly against his balls while they wetly smacked against your butt. A low growl erupted from his lips feeling you tug against his hair, and he fucking loved it.

“G-Goddamnit…! Hah, shit… I’m getting… f-fucking close!” Scaramouche hissed out, pulling his lips away from yours with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. He could tell you were close too by the way your legs clamped around his waist and your walls began to twitch. His fingertips bruised your legs while his lips marked your neck, pridefully wanting to leave his mark and remind you how well and good he fucked you tonight.

“Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Scara- Mmgh! So good… I-I’m cumming!” You hugged him closer, your face burying into his neck, drool beginning to coat his nice button-up. All he could do was sloppily thrust faster, desperate to reach his high and get you there too. “C’mon! Almost t-there. Cum for me, slut. C-Cum all fu-uh!-fucking over me!” He snapped his hips, the wet sounds of your sexes colliding becoming louder until he pushed as deep as he could, moaning uncontrollably as he spilled himself inside your twitching walls.

You came close after, your fluids gushing all over his cock to form a creamy white ring around the base of his cock, hips moving subconsciously to help you both ride out your blissful highs. You laid against each other for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying the few mere moments you would spend together before Scaramouche would never see you again. Finally, he pulled himself out slowly, his eyes concentrated at the cum that dripped onto the floor from your stretched pussy.

“Tsk, letting all of it go to waste.” He scoffed lightly, finding your panties and adjusting them to hold his cum snuggly against your cunt. He smirked to himself and fixed his attire, looking back occasionally to make sure you were okay. You were fixing yourself up, dusting your clothes off and adjusting your small skirt. Should he say something? What would he say? This was just a hook-up right? Would it be bad if he wanted to do this again with you? Or get to know you better?

“Hey.” He turned to the sound of your voice, interrupting him from his thoughts, your lips holding a smile as you came up to him with a blush on your cheeks. “Uhm…” Your legs wobbled slightly beneath your weight, a small sharpie in your hand as you looked up shyly to him. You looked so cute like this. But why so nervous? Had he done something wrong? He was surprised to hear your next words; “This may be weird, but can I give you my number? I would… love to meet you again… maybe not in a club. Maybe for some tea?“

His face flushed lightly. “Fine. Do whatever you want.” He offered you his hand, refusing to look at you and your glowing face when his face was already flushed in embarrassment at your question. His chest began to ache, his heart speeding up with every number you wrote on his palm. He couldn’t understand it himself, but he was drawn to you, eager to learn more about you and try to decipher what about you had him so enthralled. He looked down once you were finished to see your number written with your name at the bottom. “(Y/N)?”

You smiled. “Y-Yeah that’s me. This was amazing… I hope I didn’t ruin your night.” Scaramouche chuckled, pulling his phone to make sure he got your number saved, just in case it gets smeared away. “You honestly saved me from my annoying coworkers. I should be thanking you.” You laughed in response, smiling before leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Well I need to go. Give me a call! I would love to know more about you, not just your body, Scaramouche. I’ll be expecting you!”

You gave him a cute wink before you slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him alone once more and looking at where you had left. His eyes cast down to his phone, staring at your name and the phone number that was saved into his phone now. His thumbs slid over the screen, cheeks rising in color as his mind ran circles. With one last tap, he exited the bathroom, making his way to find his intoxicated coworkers once more, his heart beating a little faster, a ghost of a smile playing against his lips.

-This is Scaramouche. Sumeru City Cafe. 8:30am. Don’t be late. I’ll be expecting you, (Y/N).

Hope you enjoyed! It super sucked at the end I’m sorry! 😞 Have a great day/night! 🥰💜

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