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Cream

Cream (Milk)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!!!, smut! smut! smut!, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v = creampie, oral, titty sucking and titty fucking, (lactation kink), implied breeding kink, squirting, etc. summary: Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it - author's note: ummm … so this sequel had me questioning my life choices. like i do not know what possessed me to take it this far lol so you better blow it up like you did with ‘Milk’ 🤭 anyways, i hope you like it <3 xoxo the wordy peach

It begins with: “You’ll never guess what they’re playing at movie night,”

You look at Joel, a single eyebrow raised. Joel wolfishly grins, his brown eyes sparkling, “Austin Powers and the Spy Who Shagged Me,”

He watches as your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Joel can’t believe you don’t remember the conversation from last week, the one that had you confessing to him that you felt like one of those fembots from the aforementioned movie. He steps closer, head dipping to your ear, whispering: “Machine gun titties,”

That’s all it takes for you to remember. And it has your cheeks flushing pink. Sheepishly, you smile at him. But, of course, the cock block herself pipes up: “The spy who what?”

Ellie, you spunky little shithead. You love her to death. You never want her to grow up. But lately, she’s been ruining your alone time with Joel. You know she just wants to be a part of the family, and she is. It never even crossed your mind to think otherwise. She’s the daughter you never had. Sometimes you wish she’d just go and make friends that aren’t you or Joel.

You look at Joel, waiting for him to answer. But Joel is expectantly gazing at you. A playful smirk ghosts across his lips. He thinks it’s your duty to explain the birds, the bees, and everything between them to Ellie. Of course, she knows most of it. But she questions absolutely everything. Just yesterday, you had the unfortunate experience of explaining anal to her; Joel walked out of the house when she asked and didn’t return until later.

You poke a finger into Joel’s chest, hissing at him, “It’s your turn,”

His face goes slack before he gives you a sullen look. He pouts those luscious lips of his, “But darlin'….”

“Don't darlin' me, mister. You owe me for yesterday,”

Joel continues to pout but eventually relents. He turns to Ellie with a face void of any emotion: “It’s a classic movie from the 2000s,”

“Yeah, but what does shagged mean?” Ellie asks. Her eyes look between you and Joel, waiting for an answer. Joel grows uncomfortable. He’s never been one to talk about this kind of stuff.

“Yeah, Joel. What does shagged mean?” You ask.

“It- it… it means…” Joel stutters and stumbles over the words. His face is turning pink. He looks flustered as he searches for the right thing to say. You’re enjoying him floundering around. In one great, big breath, Joel spills out: “It’s a British slang term for intercourse,”

Ellie blinks at him several times as she repeats what Joel just said to her. She starts chuckling, “Shagged means sex?!” Ellie turns into a mess of laughter. She’s clutching her sides. It’s not that funny. But you like watching her have fun. It brings back the innocence and reminds you of childhood. You were young when the movie came out, and the world was ravaged by fungus a few years after. So you cherish this moment of hilarity. You rub your tummy and smile at how much fun you will have raising this new baby with Joel and Ellie -

You don’t make it to movie night because you’re busy with the nursery, and the thought of walking all the way to town hall makes you cringe. You don’t like going anywhere unless it is essential. You make Joel and Ellie do everything for you. There are still some things you do yourself.

You insist Joel and Ellie go. Ellie doesn’t fight it (she’s so excited to watch a piece of history), but Joel grumbles about it. He wants to stay and help. By helping, Joel means he wants to milk you. He can’t stop helping you, and it’s the only thing on his mind - Joel swears he even dreams about it now. However, there hasn’t been a single moment for him to help you. Tommy has Joel doing everything and anything, and between his brother and Ellie, Joel hasn’t had time for his new hobby.

So, after he drops Ellie off at the movie (making sure that she is settled and making sure that Tommy will bring her home after), Joel leaves and makes his way back to you. He wants to spend every free minute with you, but more importantly, this is the perfect opportunity to do what he’s been dreaming of without any interruptions. Joel needs his thirst quenched, and only one thing in this world can do it -

You hear him before you see him, and then you feel him. His arms wrap around your body, and he presses his chest into your back. You sink into the warmth, eyes closing and throat humming. His hands briefly touch your stomach before they find their rightful place. Joel cups your tits, placing each of them into his hands, and marvels at the heaviness. So full of his special cream.

“They’ve gotten bigger, haven’t they?” Joel murmurs. His cock is already hard and straining inside his pants. Hell, on the walk home, the prospect of milking you had him almost cumming right then and there.

“They’re definitely heavier,” Joel adds as he squeezes them. He notices you aren’t wearing a bra, and with one simple motion, he has his shirt on the floor (the only one that fits you). You’re facing him now, chest and belly exposed. The sight of you has him losing it. Joel feels happy and excited, and everything in between that. Joel can’t believe that you're his, and he’s yours. Nor can he believe his eyes because your tits are definitely bigger, and your nipples are already dewy with that milky nectar he loves so much.

Joel groans, latches his mouth onto your right side, and starts suckling like a starved man. Your nipple is already stiff and responsive, and you feel the sensation of milk rushing through to meet your partner’s greedy tongue. His hand expertly kneads the pillowy flesh, expressing even more of the sweet cream that has him hard as a rock. Joel starts to breathe deeper and sucks harder, causing you to moan.

Your fingers comb through Joel’s hair, and you hold him there because the pleasure of having Joel drain your tits is undeniable; in fact, the more Joel sucks and licks your nipple, the more your arousal grows. You have to remind him, “Joel…. We have less than ninety minutes -”

He grunts in response and moves his mouth to the other side he’s been neglecting. The feeling is indescribable, and you relish it. The relief Joel is giving you is insurmountable. But it also has you growing impatient with him. Your core is aching for his cock, and your hands travel over his body. You feel his muscles, thick and robust, beneath the plaid shirt. You need him now.

“Joel,” Your hand drops to the bulge in his jeans, and you gently rub it with purpose. The friction makes Joel groan, finally lifting his head from your tits. His eyes are filled with a dazy lustiness that makes you fumble with your words. Still, it doesn’t matter because Joel is suddenly pressing his lips against yours and kissing you with an ardour that makes you forget everything you are about to say.

You taste the substance that has Joel acting ravenous. It reminds you of cereal milk because it’s so sweet. You part from his lips, whispering, “Can I taste you now?”

He doesn’t have time to answer because you’re already lowering yourself to your knees, planting them on the ground in front of Joel. With one hand, you pop open the buttons of his jeans and pull down the zipper. Roughly, you tug at the opening and watch as his thick, luscious cock springs free from its confines. At the sight of it, you lick your lips. Your fingers wrap around his length and slide over his stiffness. The movement makes Joel shiver, and when your lips finally touch his cock, a groan escapes from his throat.

Joel has been so concerned about making you feel good that he forgot to consider himself. Suddenly, you thrust him inside your mouth while twisting your hand down his cock. He quickly fills your mouth, and his hand grasps your hair in hopes of controlling you. However, he’s fine with letting you have your way right now. It’s been a while since you had the opportunity to please him; Joel loves how the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you’re so adept at sucking him off that his length doesn’t make you gag anymore -

Expertly, you glide your mouth from the hilt to the tip of Joel’s cock, coating it in your saliva. Joel’s eyes nearly roll into his head because it feels so fucking good. It’s the only thing he can tell you because he’s almost lost his mind from the bliss of your mouth sheathing his cock. You don’t stop until Joel gasps for air and asks you to stop.

“Babe, babe, babe,” His voice is husky, and he roughly pulls on your hair. You gasp and gaze up at him with a thick string of spit connecting your lips to his cock. Joel quivers at the sight and has to remember what he will say. You wait patiently. Obediently.

Breathlessly, he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you here? Or…”

Without skipping a beat, you reply, “Here,”

Joel doesn’t need to be told twice and is quick to shed his jeans before he starts to help you. You lean forward onto the palm of your hands and watch as Joel goes behind and begins to slide off the sweatpants you’re always wearing. Not that Joel minds. He knows it’s the only thing that fits you because you remind him every damn day. Once the sweatpants are off, he tosses them to the side and stares lovingly at your ass. It’s so round and perky and panty-less. He’s genuinely surprised, and it makes him smile.

He caresses your fleshy cheeks, asking, “Is this for me?”

Joel can’t see your face but can tell you are blushing. Sheepishly, you admit, “As soon as you left, I took them off - for easy access,”

“Oh, darlin’,” He swoons, “You’re so sweet to think of me,”

Joel pries your sweet cheeks apart and buries his face, his tongue immediately swirling around your puckered asshole. Mewls spill forth from your mouth, and you wiggle your hips, trying to splay them apart because your body needs more. Joel’s tongue slithers down, lapping the juice practically pouring out of your needy, swollen cunt. He licks and sucks with wild abandon, groaning at your deliciousness. He doesn’t stop until you are begging him, “Joel, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock, please. Oh god, fuck me, already!”

He removes his mouth from your exterior and replaces it with his cock. He rubs and rubs his bulbous crown between your molten wetness, gliding it back and forth until it’s coated with your slickness. When he thinks it’s enough, he pushes into your tight cunt. At first, your channel is resistant. But slowly, your velvety walls happily start devouring Joel’s cock until his entire length basks in the warmth.

You are gasping at the sensation of being stretched out. It’s almost too much in this position, and a small rock of Joel’s hips gives way to your first orgasm. Your vision swirls as a wave of ecstasy comes crashing through. Your fingers grip the carpet as your cunt swells and clenches his cock. Your back arches as you cry out, “Fuck, Joel,”

Immediately, he stops, thinking he has hurt you or the baby. Panic-stricken, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing,” You stutter out, attempting to catch your breath. Your lungs greedily suck in the air, saturated with the smell of sex. You tell him, “You made me cum,”

“Already?” He murmurs and devilishly thinks about the five times he made you cum last week. Joel rocks his hips again, and you whimper at the movement. At a glacial pace, Joel pulls out before sliding back in and burying his cock to the hilt. You’re gripping the carpet and moaning like crazy. He’s sure the neighbours can hear you, which drives Joel forward. He wants them to know how good he is at fucking you.

Joel grabs your hips, nails sinking into the fleshy bits, and plows in and out of your pussy. He’s pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in, ensuring you feel every inch of his girthy length. Your body is rocking beneath his, tits swaying like udders. You reach between your legs to touch your clit. It’s pulsating and yearning to be touched. You gingerly circle it, knowing a light touch is enough to send you over the edge. And you’re right because, within seconds, your second orgasm is rolling through.

You wail, “Joel, Joel, Joel,” but Joel doesn’t stop this time. He continues to youthfully spear your pussy and watches as your creamy juices coat his cock. Vigorously, you rub your clit because a third orgasm is imminent. Your back arches and your hips are high in the air, and Joel stops, pulling out completely, to watch as your pussy trembles with another orgasm. Your thighs are dripping with your juices, and his name still spills out of your mouth. Repeatedly.

His hand squeezes your hip, “Mmm, darlin’. That’s your third one - should we slow down? Don’t want to hurt -”

“Need more,” You interrupt him, “Need to cum more, Joel,”

Joel shakes his head, “Darlin’,'' He knows you aren’t thinking straight, driven to recklessness because of the pure ecstasy that has raptured your body. You turn over, laying on your back. You splay your legs apart, and your pussy glistens in the light. It’s so swollen, so puffy. Your hand is back, and your fingers are working your clit. But from this angle, it’s a little more challenging because of your protruding belly. And it’s making you frustrated. Especially because Joel is just watching, not helping.

“Joel,” You growl, “Fuck me,”

A single eyebrow of his shoots up, and you begrudgingly mutter, “Please,”

Much to your surprise, Joel moves. However, instead, he hovers above your chest and settles his cock in the valley of your tits. His hands squeeze them, and the milk for his unborn child sprays out, sprinkling across your chest and hitting his cock. At first, Joel goes slow, his cock passing between your tits. It’s a different kind of friction and holy hell… it feels good. His cock, slippery with your juices and milk, has him gliding through your breasts with ease. He grips harder and fucks your tits faster, rocking his hips back and forth.

As he slips in and out, he milks your bountiful breasts in the process. He does it until you are soaked. He’s breathing hard, and his balls are tightening. He’s close, so fucking close. But he doesn’t want to finish like this because he knows you want more orgasms, and who is he to deny his pregnant partner? You have been carrying his baby for months, and it hasn’t been easy. And Joel knows that once the baby is born, you won’t be able to have sex for weeks. Not until you’re healed. So, why not let you live a little?

He pulls his cock out of your cleavage and moves his face to yours, kissing you passionately. His tongue swirls and mingles with yours before he shifts down. Joel latches his mouth around your nipple and practically inhales a gulp of cream into his mouth. He doesn’t swallow and comes back up, kissing you again. Messily, Joel washes your mouth with your milk. It’s sweet and warm, and it’s fucking kinky as hell. It has you moaning into Joel’s mouth. He moans back, letting you know he loves every moment of it too.

As he continues to kiss you, Joel reaches down and takes his cock, sliding it over your puffy and sensitive lips before pressing it into your velvet channel. Your body welcomes him, and your mouth drops, gasping as you effortlessly fit his entire length . Once more, Joel explores your warm depths with a vigorous youthfulness. His flesh is clapping yours over and over until you are yelling his name over and over. Your hands are gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin.

“Mmm, Joel, mmm, Joel, gonna cum, Joel, mmm - fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your eyes roll back, and an unwavering fourth climax raptures your body. A euphoric release rolls across your body, and you undulate beneath Joel. He watches as your belly quivers, and he feels your cunt trying to expel him, and when he does finally pull out, a massive bolt of liquid escapes - he realizes you’re squirting. Something he’s only heard rumours about. He’s astonished by the amount of liquid that is coming out and by how long your orgasm is lasting.

Meanwhile, you are gasping for air, lungs greedily gulping it down. You have no idea what happened; all you know is it’s a big wet mess down there. You’re gazing at Joel, cock-drunk. Orgasm-drunk. Your brain is buzzing with satisfaction. Your fixation on cumming has been satiated. However, your partner is still rock hard. He still needs to cum, and he’s more eager than ever before. He shoves his cock back in, and the molten wetness has his cock quivering as his climax punches through, pushing him over the edge.

He doesn't warn you. He doesn’t have to - the damage is done. You’re reaping what he sowed. Joel shoots his seed as far into you as possible with a single thrust. His hands touch your belly, caressing the soft skin, and he pushes his cock even deeper, where he empties the rest of his balls. When he pulls out, his cum mixed with yours oozes out from your crease and pools onto the carpet beneath you.

You dare to smile up at him, murmuring: “Thank you, Daddy,”

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𝟏 — 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hobie Brown / SpiderPunk x Fem! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Use of Y/N, no physical description of reader (other then their clothing), Swearing, Mention of Alcohol, Mention of bugs, Violence/Fighting, and mostly Fluff I think.

𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

A/N: This is my first time EVER writing a proper fanfic so if it sucks. Yeah. Idk- I tried my best tbh and hope y'all like it cuz if not, idk either. I'll be doing a tag list so if you want in, uh. Comment or sumn ig. Leave tips for me to improve in areas you think I need improvement! Also this isn't exactly canon to Earth-138. It's set in the early 2000s cuz no way am I writing for the fucking 1960s or whatever fuckin' year that mf comes from. I don't do requests nor do I plan on doing so. Happy Reading! 💛

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 2

Recently, you just moved out of your parents house into a small cozy apartment in the North of London. About 200 miles away from your mummy and daddy dearest.

“No ma, I've already rented out my parlor. 'm not changing my mind at the last minute.” You grumbled into your phone as your mom hounded you with questions about literally everything. Your health, food, water, apartment and your new parlor.

Your new parlor, you were proud to say. You had finally rented out a small shop in Camden which was about a 10 minutes walk away from your apartment.

The only problem was that the area where your shop was grounded, it was in a small narrow area where people barely passed by and only a few residents lived and since you couldn't really afford a better place due to the flies that flew out of your wallet when you opened it and your limited budget, you just had to deal with it.

“Just know, if you ever need anything sweetie, me and your pops are always here.” Your mother reassured you sweetly but you could hear the concern trailing behind her voice.

“Yeah thanks, ma. Love you, and dad.”

“Love you too, sweets. But if you need anything like money, food or even—”

“Ma.” You cut her off abruptly.

“Yes?”

“I'll be fine, alright? I love you.”

“We love you too, sweetie.” She finally answered after a second of hesitation.

With that, you hung up the phone. Beeps punctuated the silence hanging in your room before you let out a deep sigh.

You sunk into your bed, looking up at the ceiling. As supportive your parents tried to be, they didn't really trust you with your career choices. The first time you told them you wanted to be a body piercer, they laughed and brushed it off… that was until they figured out you were being 100% serious.

You were grateful they didn't try to stop you, not directly at least because they never failed to mention and suggest a few other paths of careers. They got to the point of getting so desperate that they even suggested acting school but alas, you were as stubborn as a mule.

You got your license around 2 months ago. You can still remember yourself squealing and hopping around in your (old) room like a five year old who just got a puppy for Christmas. You couldn't wait to finally quit your side job (which was being a boring cashier with fake smiles and a faker kindness towards the karens that walked in and ruined your Monday mornings) and start your own little business in London. Your literal dream.

I'll get to work tomorrow. You thought to yourself since it was pretty much late afternoon now, turning the next 3 hours into a continuation of scrolling on your phone, listening to music on blast from the speakers sitting by your desk and knocking yourself out with some cheap bottle of booze that you bought during your ride to your apartment from the airport.

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Making your way through the streets of Camden, you didn't fail to see the liveliness of it. People busy with their own lives, friends giggling, children skipping, couples holding hands, staring at one another with heart eyes.

Something squeezed your heart at the sight of the adorable couple. It reminded you of what you could've had with him if he hadn't… but unfortunately, what life throws at you isn't really under your control no matter how much you wish it could be.

You brushed off the nostalgia quickly and turned a corner, finding your parlor that you had rented about a week ago. You were met by sudden silence. The streets were quiet and empty other then the two teenage boys who were giggling and had run away after when you arrived, disappearing into a narrow alleyway.

You walked to where they previously stood just to see a poster. Specifically a band poster that was vibrant with different colors. A lanky punk boy posed in the middle of the poster with a guitar slung over his shoulder accompanied by three other members.

You couldn't help but get lost in the beauty of said punk boy. Honey-coated eyes that shone back at you, the color complimenting his ebony complexion along with his puffy jet-black hair that were braided into wicks, jawline so sharp that it made you wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers along them.

You shook your head, breaking the love trance you were stuck in. You didn't have time for dating, falling in love or whatever, not that you wanted to either. Your eyes zeroed on the big font at the bottom of the page.

“Spidersica, performing this 9th March at 9:30pm.” You read out loud to yourself. Almost 2 weeks away. Shrugging, you turn back to your shop. You'll decide what to do with that information on a later date.

You twisted the door knob that was attached to the black sleek door with the obscure glass window adorning it. The gold paint was scraping off the knob revealing the silver underneath. Besides that, when you turned the knob, the door didn't budge. You twisted it once more. Nothing. You pushed the door while twisting the knob the third time. Nothing again.

Slamming your body against the door in frustration, making the door burst open and you fall through it onto the cemented flooring. The bell atop the door chimed, swinging back and forth, mocking and taunting you.

Get the door fixed, you made a mental note as you pushed yourself up back onto your two feet. Running a hand over your T-shirt and straightening it.

You scanned the room, eyes roaming over the unused facility. Cobwebs decorating the corners of the roof, dust bunnies waving at you from the floor, old cream wallpaper peeling off the walls revealing the cemented wall beneath, the polluted air making you have a cough fit after you inhaled some dust accidentally.

Unshed tears pricked your eyes as your coughing fit wore off after a little while. “This could use some renovations,” you croaked out to no one in particular as you switched the light switch on.

The light bulb lit up producing a very bright light (brighter than normal) that illuminated the room. At least something works— your train of thought was cut off when the light bulb abruptly exploded.

“Just had to jinx it,” you grumbled, placing your hand onto your face.

You found your way to some curtains beside the door, pulled the long dirty brown pieces of linen apart, revealing a huge window that let the warm sunlight seep in and lighten the dark room. You slid the windows up to let the toxic air out and fresher air in.

Get the curtains replaced. You noted down somewhere in your brain as you took in the hideous pattern of the curtains.

You walked around the shop, letting your hand trace the long wooden counter that extended from the wall. Dust collecting at your fingertips that you wiped off on your shirt.

Making your way through the shop, you found a recessed door that was fixed into the left wall on the opposite side of the parlor. You gently turned the door knob not wanting to repeat the incident that transpired a few minutes ago. It opened without a fight.

When you peeked your head in, you found yourself in a small closet room. Metal shelves up against both sides of the wall with various random and dirty objects decorating them. The closet was just as filthy as the rest of the shop.

You found boxes, some small, some large sitting at the other end of the closet. That must be the furniture! You think, making your way towards them.

As you pick up one of the boxes carefully, wrapping both arms around the box that was bigger than your own head. You suddenly yelped falling back on your butt, the box falling into your lap.

“Fuck no!” You screeched in horror as you saw a cockroach fly up in the air. “Nononononono.”

You dashed out the closet, almost tripping on your shoe laces that came undone who knows when, slamming the door shut so the pesky rodent wouldn't escape and terrorize the rest of your shop as well. “What the fuck!”

Mental note 3, get pest fucking control. So far, the day was not going as planned.

You released a deep breath pulling your phone out from your back pocket to check for damage. You've never been more grateful for the invention of phone cases in your life. You doubted your phone could bear another crack on it's already kinda-fucked-up screen.

Pocketing your phone once again, your hands rested on your hips. You stared at the floor trying to calm down. “Fuckin’ hell,” you murmured to yourself rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm.

You kicked off your left shoe and turned back to the closet, mentally preparing yourself for the battle your a lifetime.

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After fighting for your life and clearing out your closet of any other unpleasantries that may surprise the living Christ out of you, you pulled out your phone and began typing in some to-dos into the notes app. Tile installment, cleaning, probably pipe replacement, a door fix, bulb and wiring replacement, paint, decoration and all that stuff with the budget of five fucking hundred pounds. Just yay.

You left the parlor with determination to accomplish your goal; renovate. You thought as you found your way through the door and back on the streets of Camden.

In a matter of a few hours, you had managed to hire a few mechanics and workers to, one, install marble floorings into the parlor, two, get any pipelines or such fixed, three, get all cracks and crevices in the walls plastered, four, fix the door lock, and fix, rewire and reinstall the lightbulb. All in the cost of four hundred and thirty pounds, and with the seventy pounds left, you could buy the paint, curtains, and other pleasantries as such.

Walking through the appliances stores, your phone on hand as you check off a few to-do boxes. Satisfaction bloomed in your chest to see how much you had done in the matter of a day.

A small smile spread across your face as you made your way towards the next shop when a sudden boom behind you made you stop in your steps.

Screams fill the air but they're tuned out by the sudden high-pitched ringing in your ears. People passed by you running towards the exit and evacuating while you just stood there, unable to move for some reason when finally, your head snapped towards the chaos to see what everyone was running away from.

Green Goblin. You had seen him on the news whenever you scrolled on your phone for too long or when you scrolled through the TV channels and ended up on the news channel but never did you think you'd see him in real life but if the Green Goblin was here then…

Abruptly, the villainous individual who was flying abounding on his hoverboard and terrorizing everyone in the mall was knocked off by a swift kick. The one who delivered it was quick, you only saw the red and blues colors blurring together. Oh my fucking god, no way.

Slowly, the blurs of color started mashing together into an appropriate form. It's Spider-Punk. THE fucking Spider-Punk. And you were seeing him not through tv, but through your own goddamn eyes.

You watched as the Green Goblin regained his composure and lunged towards Spider-Punk. The two vigilantes participating in a violent game of tango while you stood there wide-eyed and stuck amidst the chaos sitting in the front seat.

It didn't take long for both vigilantes to notice your presence. All at once, a shout broke out from the red masked punk, “move!” when a broken piece of the wall was thrown right in your direction by the one and only Green Goblin. You saw the white's of Spider-Punk's mask widen.

Move. An inner voice in your head screamed. You couldn't. Move, goddamnit! Nothing. It felt as time had slowed down.

The stone piece inches away from your face, ready to smash your skull in when suddenly a silky white rope connected to your side and pulled you towards it. A hand wrapped around your waist and suddenly, now you're in the air.

Your heart thumped in your ears from the sheer amount of adrenaline and fear coursing through you as the two of you swung out the appliance store.

Your arms were subconsciously wrapped around his neck, your face was buried into the curve where his neck met his shoulder. You peeked your head up to see yourself high up in the air, and a glimpse of blurred green chasing the two of you.

You sucked in a shaky breath, you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart pounded, like it was gonna erupt from your chest anytime soon.

You felt heavy air hitting your back when he abruptly turned a sharp corner and now you're sitting on a dumpster in an alleyway who knows where with a vigilante in front of you checking for any major injuries.

“You alrigh’, love?”

It took you a minute to register his words due to the daze but you finally managed to choke out a “I'm fine,” your voice was slightly breathless but you didn't focus on that right now instead, you focused on the individual in front of you.

You quickly took in his wardrobe. A red spandex bodysuit, spiked mohawk, leather jacket, collar, spikes, nets, guitar, red boots, blue laces— blue laces? well damn…

“Aight, take a breather f'me, lovelie. ‘m gonna go deal w’him, ay? Take care!” He shouted, his voice fading as he ran towards the exit of the alley and swung away before you could manage another response.

…

What the fuck just happened?

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You slowly recovered from the incident that happened just three days ago. An hour long face call with your parents who had seen you on the news swinging around in the arms of Spider-Punk. You lost count after sixteen of just how many times your parents had asked you if you were okay.

You had paid off the workers to get the job done while you were away, now you could only hope they hadn't robbed you and were currently flying to another state with your money.

You didn't have much left to do from your to-do list. The only thing you needed was some paint and furniture. You had ordered the paint (and paid) online, it would be at the door of your parlor in about a few hours. Or at least that's what the notification you gotten had said.

As you were currently laying in bed clicking away on your computer and chewing on the back of a pencil you randomly found in your backpack and an orange sofa that you found in your fridge, something ringed in your head.

Right!

The concert, you were supposed to look into it when you got home. Unfortunately, it had pretty much slipped your mind due to your little experience about a day ago.

You clicked away, opening a new tab, “Spi…der…si…ca… baa…nnd.” You pronounced each syllable carefully while you typed away.

Pushing down the enter button, you were met by a white loading screen that led you to another google page. You clicked the first link and found yourself on another website.

“A popular punk band in london with the following members: Karl Morningdew, the bass Guitarist, Riri Williams, the keyboardist and Mattea Murdock, the drumist followed by their BandLeader, Hobart Brown, the guitarist—” Your voice slowly faded out as you saw the image of a familiar punk boy pop up that you had gotten lost in just a few days ago outside of your parlor. “Huh.”

You scrolled through the website until your eyes settled onto the information you were looking for, “Spidersica, publicly performing on the 9th of March.” The information was followed by the location and other necessary details.

“Eh, screw it. I gotta socialize anyway,” you blurted out, clicking off the tab.

—

After finishing another can of soda, you finally had gotten ready to go back out after locking yourself in your house for the past forty-eight hours. Patting the pockets of your jeans to make sure you had your phone and keys in them, you escorted yourself through the door of your apartment.

You soon find yourself making your way down the three quarter turn stairs and back on the roads looking up in the sky for a particular rebellious masked vigilante.

You didn't know what for, maybe to thank him. Or maybe just curiosity at its finest. You shrugged the thoughts off and continued making your way to the parlor. You didn't have time for a cat and mouse chase where the mouse doesn't even know he's being chased.

After all, you were no one special. Just a normal everyday civilian whom his job was to protect.

Finally arriving at your parlor, it looked a lot less abandoned than it did when you arrived three days ago, the front door opening with ease when you pushed the keys in and twisted the knob which was also replaced. You could tell due to the shining new gold color coating it.

Polished white marble tiles installed in the once cemented flooring. The crevices in the walls were filled out along with the old cream wallpaper removed. An air conditioner was fixed into the wall above the recessed door, a fixed bulb and working electricity.

Those were some major improvements but that didn't change the fact the place was still filthy as fuck.

You sighed and grabbed a broom that rested in the corner of the closet, pulling your headphones over your head and began sweeping away.

—

After you finished sweeping, you decide to install the new curtains you had bought. They were a dark marengo made of a silky smooth material. As you tried to push the curtains into the metal pole, the bell aloft the door began chiming signifying somebody had arrived, when you turned the door, you were met by a man who stood in a blue-ish uniform, a clipboard in his hand while he tapped the back of a pen on it.

“Uh hello, delivery for Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That would be me.”

“Oh, please just sign here.” He turned the clipboard around to face you, offering you the ballpoint he had.

You walked over, taking the pen from his hand and signed the piece of paper where he had told you to.

He put the clipboard away, taking the pen back from you as he stepped out and came back in with a large box placing it down onto the tile flooring. “G’day, madam.”

He politely bowed his head while you let out a small “thank you” after he tilted his head back up and walked back out the parlor.

You picked up the box that was immensely heavy, probably because of the damn paint cans in them, Sherlock, you had just assumed they most likely were the paints you ordered.

When you turned away, placing the box onto the counter, suddenly the bell chimed once again. You spoke without looking up, “did you forget something, Mr.mailman?”

“Mailman? Hardly.” A familiar angelic voice spoke, making you freeze, Spider-Punk—? You thought as you turned to the voice with wide eyes, but to your surprise. It was someone completely different.

“You good, love? You look like you just seen a ghost.” Honey-coated eyes, ebony complexion, jet-black hair, sharp jawline, is that-?

“Oh my god,” you breathed, “are you Hobart Brown?” your voice was a higher pitch than usual but you couldn't help it. “Oh my god, what are you doing here—” you were abruptly cut off by him.

“Okay okay, I'm gonna cut you off right there, love, first of all. Just call me Hobie. Please.” He chuckled, a small smirk on his face, “and well, second of all, I heard you did piercings, hm?”

“Oh. Uh… okay then, Hobie. Yes. Yeah, I do piercings, why?” Well, that's a stupid question.

“I was wondering if you could do mine, because as you can see, my face is pretty clean.” He smiles softly, pointing to his face that didn't bear any piercings… yet.

“Oh yeah, um. I'm not really open yet—” you cut yourself off at a sudden realization. “Wait, how'd you find me?” You raised an eyebrow, you only remember telling everyone in your circle about the parlor yet.

“Oh, one of my friends told me.”

You raised your eyebrow higher, confusion bubbling in you. “Can I know their name?”

“Yuri.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Yuri? As in your goddamn BEST FRIEND Yuri?

“Yuri Watanabe?” You asked, expecting a no.

"You know her?"

Of course I know my damn best friend, dumbass! That's what you wanted to say, but instead you held your tongue.

“Well yeah, she's my best friend. We met at a bar back in York.” You didn't know why you were telling him, you didn't even know if you could trust him. After all, he was just a random stranger— sure he was famous or whatever but you still just found out about him like three days ago.

“Huh, I don't think she's mentioned you but nice to meet you, er…?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too, Hoba- Hobie.” You quickly corrected your small error.

“Y/N.” He looked like he was trying to remember something from a long time ago. Suddenly his eyes lit up, “oh yeah, she has mentioned you a couple times if I think about it.” He gave you a polite smile, “Do you need help? with whatever you're doing?”

“What?”

“I said do you want help?” He repeated, “seems like you could use some.” He observed, eyes roaming around your unfinished parlor.

“Do… are you looking for something in return?” You were confused by his sudden offer. He had to be wanting something in return, right? I mean, he learned your name like JUST a minute ago.

“Nah, just wanna help you out. Plus, you could prolly use some company, ay?”

“I mean… wait, why would you wanna do that? Aren't you busy with things like… practice or something.”

“Do you want help or not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” You answered with a small voice, biting down on your lip gently.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @the-kr8tor @hobieszeze @missshelleyduvall

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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you should totally write another enemies to lovers w ethan but like fem!reader and him get paired into a project we’re they have to take care of an egg together as if it were a baby? (like those cheesy movies LMFAO) and maybe they constantly argue about it and even try to convince their teacher to get paired into different groups but they’re forced to work together. then one night, reader has been taking care of the egg all day, she decides to go to ethan’s apartment but as soon as she leaves her apartment building she gets a call from ethan!gf (to mess w her) and at that point she’s just running to ethan’s apartment and yeah you can do the rest.

description. you're paired with ethan landry for a silly, 2000s-esque 'baby project', forced to reckon with the troubles of parenthood, and your inconsiderate feelings towards the brown haired boy.

includes. GN!reader, allusions to sex but no smut, reader curses a lot, chad's here :D

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: im so sorry it took me so long to write this but its here now :) also i changed this a bit just bc here we have the fake babies that cry and stuff and it adds drama yk and this was not supposed to be this long but enjoy nonetheless (also x2 this isn't proofread at all and it's written like an extended blurb)

anytime you said your life "was a movie" you were never serious. which is because before ending up in this class, life for you was nothing but usual teenage and young adult endeavors; parties, hanging out, spending entirely too much money.

but now, your life literally is a movie. an early 2000s movie that the production shouldn't have greenlit because it desperately flopped in the theatres and digital release, only to become a cult classic 20 years later.

however, you're stuck in that flopping at box office point, coming in the form of being assigned a project where you had to take care of an egg, then a fake baby, in a class you shouldn't have been in in the first place, and being paired with ethan landry out of all people.

you don't have anything against ethan per se, but you don't like him either. on a scale of dislike, neutral, and like, you're in the lower end of neutral with your feelings towards ethan.

he wasn't a horrible guy, but he just reminded you of the guys back home. the ones that were always unnecessarily rude and help "opinions" that were really just hate speech waiting to be turned into hate crimes. and sure, he hadn't done anything in particular to be compared to those people, but you're better off being safe than sorry.

you're sitting across from him now, a brown egg sitting between you two, and your eyes switching from glaring at the egg to glaring at ethan.

"so ... how do you wanna do the schedule?" ethan asks, fiddling with the sticker on his smoothie cup.

your glare intensifies and you sit back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. "i want you to know that i don't wanna do this with you."

ethan looks slightly shocked by your blunt statement, which infuriates you more. and then he says, "...okay?" like he doesn't care. asshole.

you decide to be the bigger person, taking a deep breath before you continue speaking. "okay."

it's silent for a few moments. "now that we have that cleared up, how do you wanna do the schedule?"

you and ethan decide on who should take care of the egg-baby for the first week, until you upgrade to a fake baby. that night when you go home, you send an email that is a mix between begging and demanding your professor to switch your partner.

the week was fine. it could've been better if your professor switched your partner, and if you didn't have to communicate with ethan landry more than you would have ever wanted to. but apparently, people can't always get what they want.

by the first class the following week, 3 groups have broken their egg and failed the first half of the assignment. you sit and listen to your professor lecture each and every one of you about the importance of good child care, and how taking care of the egg was the easy part. as she hands out doll babies in a carrier, and understand how lifelike the not-toy is, you start to realize just how much harder this is going to be.

"who would've known blackmore had this sort of money." chad marvels at the doll in the stroller. he has his hands on his bent knees, his brown eyes shifting to notice every detail about the doll in the stroller.

"it fucking knows how much time each of us spends with it, chad," you complain through a mouthful of burrito bowl contents. you have a little time alone since ethan had class, so you took the time to take yourself, and amelia/janice (you and ethan couldn't agree on a name) to the dining hall for lunch with chad.

"just spend time with ethan. i do it everyday."

your eyes roll so hard that you have to pause and hold a hand to your head. "easier said than done."

chad laughs a bit, sitting down in the seat across from you once again and starting to dig into his own burrito bowl.

"what's your problem with him anyway?"

"oh don't even get me started–" but he did get you started. you detail all of the things that deems ethan to be insufferable in your eyes. his abercrombie model body, his nerdy persona, his "well actually" moments, his need to correct everyone, the way he seems like he actually hates tara and sam, his not-so-subtle superiority complex. chad stops you whenever you start to mention his hair.

"just sounds to me like you're hiding your true feelings behind anger."

you don't have a response, instead opting to check your email to see your professor sending a third denial to switch partners.

you're thinking of a way you can convince her whenever ethan texts you.

'my shift? '

"gotta go," you tell chad, sliding him your tray to dispose of with a grin, feeding him an excuse about being a "busy parent now" whenever he tries to argue.

okay, truth be told, ethan landry wasn't that bad. he offered to take up shifts whenever you even alluded to being stressed about other things, he offered to buy you meals in return for watching amelia/janice for an extra half hour. he seemed like he both cared about passing this project, and you.

"just so you know, i also tried to switch partners," ethan admits with just a hint of shame in his voice, and a light pink tint to his cheeks. but you don't know if that's from his confession or the alcohol in his system.

it's the end to another grueling week taking care of amelia (ethan let janice go) and you decided to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine. you were feeling oddly good that whole week, so whenever ethan came over to drop amelia off, you invited him in for a drink.

which turned into two. which turned into a late night kitchen makeout session.

the alcohol was obviously hindering your thinking abilities because not only were you pressing ethan landry back against your counter with your body and letting his hands roam all over your figure while he kissed you, you also pulled back and stared at him wildly to ask, "wait, amelia's down for the night right?"

ethan smiles big, playing along, "yeah, she's down for the night".

his hands find the end of your shirt and the slide underneath to feel the warmth of your skin. your room was occupied by your daughter, but your roommates were out for the night and the couch was available.

you let ethan lead you there and decide that yeah, ethan landry isn't that bad.

this, is the climactic point in the film. it's so cliché that you can predict the next moments, and you don't like them.

you were walking from your apartment to ethan's, preparing to drop amelia off for ethan to take care of now that he was out of econ. you've done this same walk safely many times before, so you weren't worried about yourself at all. you had your headphones on, playing music at a low volume just in case, and there were only a few minutes left in your walk. when your phone rang, you didn't think much of it. you answered it without checking your phone, a chirpy "hello?" being your greeting.

the voice on the other hand was unrecognizable. "hello." he said it like a statement, not a question, as if he had an upper hand.

"who is this?"

"i'm ... an admirer."

a chill runs through your body and you quicken your pace. "okay? what's your name?" you're looking around, searching for people on the street to witness something just in case. but there's only 2 to 3 people walking at this late hour. what are the fucking odds.

"i go by many names. some people call me the boogey man, others their worst nightmare." he speaks slowly, methodically, with a smooth tone, a direct contrast from the fast shakiness in your voice.

"oh, yeah? why do they call you that?"

"because ... i'm known for gutting people like a fish."

you don't say anything, going to reach for your phone and hangup instead. which, you do. you hand shakes as you go to call ethan instead, but before you can click on his contact you're getting a call from him.

"ethan? thank god, i was just about to call you. some fucking weirdo called me and he was freaking me the fuck out but i'm almost at your pla–"

"you think i'm a weirdo?" the same voice.

you glance down at ethan's contact, blinking, making sure you didn't read it wrong. but it's right.

"... ethan?" you ask softly, your heart thudding intensely behind your chest.

"yes?"

"is that you?"

"uh-huh."

fucking asshole.

"you fucking asshole." the entrance to ethan's apartment building is in sight now, as is the boy himself, standing in front of the building with his phone held in one hand, and a white object in the other. the closer you get, the bigger his smile gets, and the narrower your glare gets.

you stop in front of him, shoving the stroller into his foot and pushing at his chest for good measure. "you fucking asshole!" you repeat, as if he hadn't heard you the first time.

ethan laughs, he cackles, like he just told the best joke in history. the dial tone of ethan ending the call is barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears.

"c'mon, babe," ethan tilts his head as he pockets his phone and the white object. his hands reach for you, and you flinch away the first time, but the second time you let him rest his hands on your waist and pull you into him. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"i fucking hate you." there's no bite behind your bark.

"yet you decided to have a baby with me."

stupid fucking assignment.

#ethansworld!#ethan landry x reader #ethan scream 6 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 #celeste writes scrream #celeste writes scream

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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eren being a guest at the playboy mansion, and spending an *eventful* night with a particular chubby bunny.

idk i think its a cool idea :)

OUUUU UR MIND!!!! this just made me so excited omg (i listened to cozy and summer renaissance while writing this heh AND this is set in the early 2000’s!!!!)

this is 18+ mdni obvi///cw include: chubby black fem!reader, little mention of drug use, oral f receiving, mating press, choking, spitting, a little titty sucking, kinda rushed :((

i did a little research and it seems like a lot of actors were guests at the playboy mansion so let’s say eren is a new upcoming actor. he was the main star in a new film that had been doing numbers!!! with the way he can effortlessly display emotions and act his ass off—plus the fact that he has a face that looked like it was carved from the gods it wasn’t hard for him to book jobs.

it didn’t take long for him to get an invite to a party at the infamous playboy mansion and lucky for him he had the privilege to be in the presence of playboys most famous playboy bunny—you ofc!!!

you were playboys first and only plus sized bunny and boy did the public love you. the way you confidently flaunted your curves and gorgeous assets had men wanting you and with your entire career surrounding around body positivity and the way you strived to get plus sized women more involved in the fashion world women absolutely adored you!!!

now these typically weren’t black tie events ppl usually dressed casual so eren decided to pop out in just a plain oversized white t-shirt, jeans that were a little too baggy on him, and a pair of fila high tops. his hair that went just a little past his shoulders was tied half up half down and he made sure to wear his most expensive diamond stud earrings.

upon arriving people were already chatting him up, the most asked question being if he had a lil boo thing to which he replied no. and it was true! sure he’d had a few hookups with people in the business but he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for someone to hold him down. well yk he thought that until he laid eyes on the drop dead gorgeous woman sitting in a gigantic champagne filled glass. you and two other women were the centerpieces of the whole event as you all sat oh so prettily in the glasses—yours being the tallest. after taking a closer look he recognized your face immediately and suddenly lost all interest in the conversation he was having.

eren slowly trailed over to you, his eyes wide with wonder. your legs slowly swung back and forth over the glass as you scoped out the scene when suddenly your eyes landed on the man that looked as if he was in a trance. a smile made it way onto your lips as you beckoned him close with your fingers. you pulled your legs in the glass and slowly moved to sit on your knees and leant ever so gently on the rim of the glass. the faux champagne had your brown skin glistening in the blue hues that shone from the lights above you.

eren was about two feet shorter than the eight foot champagne glass and if he was any closer he might’ve asked you if he could taste the gloss on your plump lips. “you look awfully familiar have i seen you on tv before?” you giggled tilting your head to the side. it took eren a minute to regain his composure before he nodded, “uh yeah i was in this action movie that came out a couple months ago.” you gasped bringing a hand to your mouth, the slightest bit of champagne splashing out of the glass. “that’s where i know you from! i loved that movie i went to see it like three times in theaters! i’m a total sucker for spy movies,” you ran your pierced tongue over your bottom lip before nibbling on it.

“it’s your first time here correct? i’d remember a pretty face like yours,” you sat up straighter and brought your hands to your breasts, squeezing them together, letting the champagne wet them and make them glisten even more. even though you were in a semi engaging conversation with eren you were still on the clock and had to entertain the guests by showing off your goods which eren didn’t mind at all except it did get him a little distracted. “yeah…it’s my first time,” he mumbled bringing his eyes to your breasts before snapping them back to your eyes.

you could see it in eren’s eyes how enamored he was with you and you loooved it. the way he couldn’t keep his pretty jade eyes off you made you wanna jump his bones and that’s exactly what you set out to do. “how about i get down from here and we talk some more hm?” eren didn’t say a word instead he just nodded dumbly.

once you had gotten down from the champagne glass one of your many assistants brought you a pair of heels and a robe, you put the robe on but didn’t tie it up, leaving your body on display. although the heels were a nightmare to walk in bc your feet were wet with faux champagne you still walked like you owned the room, eren trailing behind you like a lost puppy. you abruptly turned around, eren’s chest bumping into your naked one, “let’s talk somewhere quiet this music is a bother.” your smaller hand grabbed onto his larger one and led him through the crowd until you were at the part of the mansion where your room and the other girls’ rooms were.

“holy shit…” eren mumbled as he stepped into your very large room. it was almost as big as the room the two of you were previously partying in and it was very very pink! you kicked off your heels and walked over to eren, you pulled him close by the belt loops in his pants and gave him a sweet smile. your eyes were low and red due to the two blunts you had smoked before the party started. “you know i didn’t invite you in here to actually ‘talk’ right?” as you said those words eren mumbled out a thank god before smashing his lips into yours. ‘strawberry lipgloss’ he thought to himself as he ran his tongue over your glossed up bottom lip.

eren has slipped your robe off your shoulders leaving you in only a pastel pink thong that was practically getting swallowed by your pussy. eren leant down and wrapped his lips around your pierced nipple, moaning around the bud. you were so wrapped in the pleasure you hadn’t even noticed eren had carried you to your california king bed, setting you down ever so gently. in a flash he had yanked your thong off and attached his lips to your soaked pussy.

eren had made you cum two times on his skillful tongue before you were yanking him up by his hair much to his dismay. “we can eat my pussy another time, i need your dick now,” you brought your pedicured foot to the bulge in his jeans and pressed down on it making him groan. “fuck okay you got a condom?” he asked undoing the button and zipper on his pants. you reached under your pillow and pulled a condom, a sly smile on your face.

eren plucked the condom from your hand letting out a tiny chuckle, “oh so you knew you were getting laid tonight?” you giggled giving him a quick nod. “i just didn’t know it was gonna be by my new favorite actor!” you giggled which turned into a squeak when you felt eren’s fat tip tap against your puffy clit. eren ran his dick between your folds before slowly sliding in, “fuuuck,” he groaned, his hand finding purchase on your pretty neck that was decorated w diamond necklaces. after adjusting to his size eren began to move, “m’your new favorite actor huh?” he chuckled throwing your thighs over his shoulders.

you let out a tiny ‘mhm!’ as you grasped onto his shoulders for dear life. eren captured your lips in a nasty kiss, moaning at the way your pretty little pussy gripped him like a vice. “hmm maybe i’ll bring you to my next movie premiere yeah? you can be my cute lil date?” eren pulled out until only the tip was in before slamming his hips back down nearly knocking the breath out of you. “yesss please w-wanna be your date so—ah! bad,” tears were now brimming your pretty brown eyes and it only encouraged eren to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

“s-shit open your mouth,” before you could even comprehend what he said eren brought his thumb to your lips and forced them apart before spitting in your mouth. you swallowed it happily and even stuck your tongue out to show eren—now that had his hips stuttering and his arms feeling wobbly. “m’gonna cum you close bunny?” you nodded your head feverishly your back arching up.

you and eren came together in a fit of groans from him and high pitched moans from yourself. while you were still trying to recover from you earth shattering orgasm eren was eyeing the pretty pink bunny ears that were on your bed side dresser. he reached over to grab them and unintentionally pushed his dick further into your weeping pussy causing you to let out a tiny whimper. “why didn’t you wear these bunny?” he asked holding the bunny ears in front of your fucked out face.

“i didn’t want them to get wet while i was in the champagne glass,” you laughed plucking them from his fingers, “but….i can wear them for you.” you both felt eren’s dick twitch at your words and that’s when you knew you had your answer. “you got anymore condoms?” he asked pulling out to remove the one he was wearing. you gave him a devilish grin and reached under your pillow to pull out yet another condom, “i always keep a second one under because no man can ever go just one round with me and there’s even more in my drawer.” fuck you were gonna be the death of him.

to make a long story short you and eren fucked till the sun came up and you had to postpone your photo shoot the next day bc you could barely even stand on your legs. eren made sure to leave you his number when he left and it didn’t take you long to text him and ask when you could see him again <333

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #aot imagine

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aphroditestempleimagines · 9 months

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Out of a fairytale (18+) - part 1

Pairing: Edgar Allan Poe x fem!reader

Colour: Sweet and romantic

Warnings: fluff, romantic sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving) + 69, language, nipple play, orgasm delay (implied), outdoor sex, thigh riding, come swallowing, kissing, handjob, cold play, a bit of food, established relationship

Words: idk like 2000 and smth

Summary: You receive a curious present for your birthday; the peculiar book arrived in the mail first thing in the morning. When you open it, you are transported to a fairytale-like castle where your lover has scripted every detail to perfection.

Part 1 ~ Royalcore version 《

Part 2 ~ Gothic Version

The knock on the door caught you by surprise. Your heart fluttered at the thought of your lover’s image standing outside your house. Alas, your excitement was for nought, as all you gazed upon was a scruffy delivery man.

“Sign here”, he said after handing you a rectangular package. He held a receiver form in one hand, pen under thumb, and texted on his phone with the other.

“I didn’t order anything”, you objected.

“Is that your name and address?”, he said without taking his eyes from his phone.

“eh...y-yes?”

“Then sign here”, he pushed the form towards you once again.

With your birthday being just the day before you paid no more thought to the package’s origins. A lot of your friends were abroad and you were used to receiving presents from them by mail. It was only that...he was away as well.

Your pen pondered on the paper amidst signing your name. For the first time since you were seeing each other, Poe had to leave your home in Japan to return to America. On top of that, his work meant that he would not be allowed to see you on your birthday. He had called you early in the morning the day before to shower you with sweet words. But it was not the same. You took the package into your arms to compensate for the loss of your lover. It was not enough either.

You thanked the delivery man and retrieted into your home. The package was not particularly lightweight yet not really heavy either. As you peeled the brown wrapper you confirmed rather than realised that it was a book. Its white hard cover was beautifully bound with a rose ribbon bookmark hanging from the top, and the title “The Princess and the Poet” displayed in golden letters at the front. There was no writer listed on the cover. One would have thought after a year together you would had automatically guessed who it was from. But in the early morning daze that clouded your brain, all you could think of doing is open the book to check inside.

“ This is the tale of two lovers, who loved with a love that was more than love. The poet and his princess. With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven coveted her and him.”

Even as you read those first words your body was surrounded by a golden cloud of words, a cloud which shrouded your entire room and transported you somewhere new. Suddenly, you were standing in the middle of an internal garden. Your simple pajamas were replaced by an elegant pastel gown. Your heels clicked on the rose marble floor as you approached the Sakura tree in the middle. The small rosey petals were carried by a wind of unknown origin throughout the room. The small skylight at the crown of the dome let the light of the sunset seep into the ballroom, painting it in shades of soft orange and red. It did not take you long now to realise what had happened.

"I'm so glad you came", a familiar voice said behind you.

You turned around to see your lover standing at the entrance of the room. He wore a white and grey prince's uniform with a long one-shoulder creme cape. His hair was pulled back at one side exposing one of his eyes. He extended his hand towards you and gave you a regal bow. Even from that distance, you could see his cheeks and ears grow red as he did his best to act like the character he had created.

"Ed!", you beamed and ran towards him. You threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his hair. The familiar scent of cologne, ink, and jasmine that surrounded you convinced you of his existence.

He wrapped his arms around you as well. You felt his hand behind your head as he buried his face in your shoulder. "I'm sorry I missed it", he said in sorrow, "I thought I had calculated the times perfectly"

"It's okay", you squeezed him in your arms, "At least now you're here now."

He lifted your head by the cheek and chased the draught away from your lips with a long-awaited sweet kiss. "I made two copies of the book I sent you", he said, "So no matter the distance, we can always meet here"

"Shouldn't there be a murder here?", you asked, "Isn't that how your ability works?"

He smiled. "I don't need a murder", he said, "Just a mystery". His arm held you close by the waist while he guided you through the ballroom to a white and golden door. It opened as the two of you approached to reveal a beautiful garden of roses surrounding a white marble gazebo. The sweet smell of the flowers accompanied you as you walked down the stone-paved path. He retrieved his hand from your waist as you reached the small building. He let you take his hand as you climbed the steps. Under the gazebo's dome, Edgar had scripted a luxurious set of pillows and sheets and mattresses, next to a plethora of the sweetest delicacies. He supported you as you took a seat before resting at your side.

"I brought us right to the ending", he said, "As the writer, I know it would be much more interesting for the two of us"

"I'm sure", you smiled and placed your hand over his, "I missed you"

He looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, as if he could not believe the words that left your mouth. He fell back to his awkward mannerisms as he reached for the strawberry cake in front of him. "You should try this", he hid his face behind the plate, "I wrote it was delicious so it should be delicious."

You gladly accepted the dessert, if only to reveal Poe's blushed cheeks from behind it. You cut out a small bite and brought it into your mouth. Your eyes closed; the sweetness of the cream filled your senses, only battled by the sourness of fresh strawberries. "It's delicious", you said as soon as you swallowed. You did not have time to open your eyes before Ed crashed his lips onto yours. His kiss was sweeter than the cake and bolder than usual. He tasted the sweet dessert in your mouth before pulling back. His entire face was redder than a radish and you knew he had intended for this scene to play out exactly as it did.

"Indeed", he said, trying to cover his blush with the back of his hand, "Delicious"

"You know", you put down the plate and fork, "I know what you're planning"

Edgar looked at you, the reddish tint never leaving his cheeks. "Do you?", his eyes looked at you worriedly as if he had been caught stealing.

You walked towards him on your hands and knees. He reclined backwards as you came close. "I do", you said climbing on top of him. You could hear his ragged breath as you crashed your lips on his. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer so he could once again taste the sweetness of your mouth. You grinded your hips on him to spite him. You swallowed a moan from him before he managed to grip your waist and keep you still. "What's wrong?", your smile teased him as much as your body. You leaned close enough to whisper in his ear, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

His lips traced your bare neck. His arms were sweetly wrapped around your torso as if guarding a treasure. He span the two of you around, hand protecting your precious head. "You have no idea", his eyes were closed as he touched his forehead on yours. His lips were sweet, drinking your melodious sighs. Your body was encased underneath his, his knees on each side of you. You could feel his bulge brush over you each time he lowered his body enough to kiss you.

"And here I thought you were a gentleman", your fingers combed his hair as he kissed you right above the bust. His one hand was already undoing the laces of your dress, but he stopped at the sound of your voice.

He seemed genuinely worried as he asked, "Would you like me to stop?"

He had this adorable shimmer in his pleading eyes. You knew he hung from your every word. He had pulled himself away at the slightest notion of discomfort, even if it was a mere jest on your part. Even so, nothing could hide the undying desire that blazed inside him and made his heart and breath race.

"Oh Ed", you laughed at his sweet confusion, "I only want you to stop when you finally had enough of me"

He smiled. "You are asking too much my love", he leaned back over you. He pulled your dress down until your body was rid of it, leaving you in your undergarments. "If I do that, I shall have to continue for eternity", he placed your hands over your breasts before he climbed down between your legs, "Or at least until my heart sings its last beat".

He lifted your chemise and buried his face on your mount. His tongue slipped between your rosey walls as he held your thighs apart. He alternated between kisses and licks as his fingers began circling your sensitive bud.

"Fuck, ED!", you could not help your body from arching as his lips shifted to suck on your bud, and he thrust two of his fingers inside you. You were by now more than wet enough to accommodate them. He knew your body so well that they curled and hit just the right spots inside you to make your body quiver in desire. He seemed to be melting more and more at each call of his name. He climbed higher. With his hand still working on your lower lips, his mouth captivated your upper ones. He placed one hand on your nape as he broke the kiss, letting his moans explode on your skin. You felt his breath on your cheeks, his need in his voice. He scissored his fingers. Your legs lifted on their own as he pressed on your silky walls. You wanted him. Your hands reached for his embroidered coat and began undoing its golden buttons until they could reach beneath the silk white shirt that hid behind. You knew your hands were cold from the stone's chill, but only when he trembled under their touch and you felt the scolding heat of his torso did you realise just how much you were torturing him. You could feel your wetness as it dripped from you to his fingers.

He broke free. He shook his jacket off and threw it aside. He pulled his shirt and got his head tangled up in the white fabric. You laughed. You heard his light chuckle underneath the tent he had made for himself. You sat up and helped him pull it off. The moment he was freed he reached for your body and pulled you onto his embrace. Your hips met his as your core drenched his light grey trousers. He collided his lips with yours. Your kiss was like water to a dying man. His hands cupped your exposed breasts, thumbs brushing over the nipples in a way that had you aching for more.

You pushed him down. His body fell on the white sheet on which he had displayed the food, framed by the numerous delicacies he had prepared. His chest heaved, his expression painful as he examined your body with his gaze. He reached for the laces of your pulled-down corset but you pushed his hand away. Your eyes fixed on his, you slowly undid the garment, leaving you only in your chemise which you easily took off. A slight chill enveloped your body. Your hands clamped around your torso at the sudden breeze, your body slightly shivering. Edgar's warm hand cupped your cheek. He had raised his body to reach your lips. He pulled you against him, his one hand rubbing up and down your torso, his other moving your hips against his thighs.

"Ed..."

"I know my love", his voice was strained as he pulled out a condom from his pocket, "I want you too". He freed his length from his trousers and dressed it. He slid the tip by your needy lips but never past them. "I want you so so much", he whispered between kisses, "so so much"

His length finally penetrated you. He let out a large moan that mixed with the sound of yours.

"You're so beautiful", he said as he began working his thrusts.

He held your hips to meet his in tandem until his head fell back. His eyes kept trying to focus back on yours, to check if your pleasure was as delightful as his, yet he kept losing himself in its depths.

"Edgar!", you cried in happiness. You shot your hand down on the floor to support you. Your fingers curled, clutching the white tablecloth instinctively as your back arched in your body's delight.

"Gah", he reached to rub eights on your bud. His lips caressed your breasts as he planted kisses closer and closer to their centres. You cried his name again. His hips met yours again and again, each time more agile and rough than the last. "God", he huffed on your chest, "Stay with me forever"

"I will!", you cried. His scraped your spine with his nails to urge your body into a tremble. His other hand pressed harsher on you, his eyes, ever watchful on your expression as you melted in his arms. He had his own struggle as your walls squeezed him the closer he brought you to ecstasy. He sought comfort in your body. He distracted himself with more kisses and loving nips at your skin. At last you let go. Your body slumped as the knot way down deep burst under the skill of his sword. You could not feel the chill any longer.

His tired breath exploded against your face. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He pressed his forehead on yours. "I love you so much", he tucked your hair, wet from sweat, behind your reddened ears. He planted a chaste kiss on your lips, one which you did not allow to remain anything other than deep.

He pulled out, resting your hips on his thighs. He continued to caress you, but you could feel how hard he still was as your own juices darkened his pulled trousers. "Edgar", you kissed him, "You're not done"

"It's okay", his arms kept you close as he nipped at your neck. "It's enough for me that you are"

He could be so stubborn sometimes. "It's not for me", your hand reached down for his erection. Your fingers wrapped around his length, moving up and down until they removed the condom. Your thumb brushed what precum came from the end. Edgar had buried his face in your shoulder. His expression was hidden, but his sounds were ever audible as his touch desperately sought yours. You did not see when his hand scooped some of the cake until the frosting touched your lips. You had begun kissing him lower, climbing down, when they nudged at the side of your mouth. You let them in. The sugary feeling and the softness of the cream overp-

"Sit on my face"

"Hm?", his fingers were still in your mouth. You were happy you did not bite them, but it seemed that he had led them there intentionally.

He brushed his thumb over the corner of your mouth. "If you're going...to do this haah...", he could not control his breath now that your fingers worked faster, "I need to...to make you feel good too"

He averted his gaze as soon as you sought it. He was red up to the tip of his ears. You retracted your hand, licking his precum off your fingers before you pulled him for a kiss. "Okay", you said.

You turned your body around until your hips were above his face. You were careful with how much weight you let down, fearful to crush him, but his hands pulled you down against his lips. He greedily kissed every part between your legs before he let his tongue work your walls once more. He was much more forceful than when you two had begun, almost making you forget what you were supposed to do. You could not reject that this had been his intention either.

With your eyes still clouded, you buried your face between his legs, your hands blindly working at his length as you confessed your cries to his skin. You could feel the effect you had on him even with such a small effort. But that had not been the point. You wanted him to feel at the very least as good as he made you feel. You kissed his length at the side before taking it in your mouth. Your fingers continued to work down at whatever you could not take.

"Fuuuck", he breathed, "Y/n!"

Much like you could not focus earlier, now he was losing his edge. But not for long. He tested your core before finally inserting three of his fingers inside. You were still sensitive enough for a tremble to spread to your limps, but your body still accepted him gratefully. He dipped his other hand in the melted ice that was supposed to keep the champagne cold before he pressed it at the edge of your clit. You squeaked and closed your legs around him. It felt so good. He felt so good. You picked up your pace. He moaned against you but that only contributed to your own pleasure even more. You could not keep your body from the fall any longer. The cord snapped and he lapped at your entrance as you sat heavier on him. But he was not far behind, you could feel it in the heavy breaths he tried to hide by kissing your lower lips again. You could see it in the way his toes curled and his legs retracted as much as he tried to hold them planted. His hands held your hips as he fell back and cried for you. His breaths were desperate as his essence filled your mouth. You could not see his face, but his body lifted yours up and down simply with the strength of his breaths filling his lungs.

You climbed off him. He immediately reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. He kissed you on the forehead, then the nose. His arms wrapped tightly around you. He was taller than you, and so he opted to pull your face to rest on his chest as he pressed his cheek on your hair. His breathing slowly calmed down. His eyes were closed but he was not asleep.

"I've missed you so much", he murmured. His voice was always so expressive, so evident of the pain or joy he felt.

You held him tighter, hiding your face in his chest. "I missed you too", your whisper was almost inaudible; but he heard it and chuckled as he petted your hair.

You pulled your body upwards. You reached for two of the pillows you had scattered around with your dalliance and placed them side to side for your heads to rest. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing up and down your skin.

"You said this is a mystery novel", you told him, arms hooking underneath his before resting your palm on his back, "I'm curious, what's the mystery"

He smiled. "I don't think I'll reveal it just yet", he said, "And please don't do so either even if you find it out yourself." He placed another kiss on your nose, moving his body close enough for his forehead to touch yours once more. His one arm snaked underneath you. "Call me greedy", he said, "But I'd like to hold you in my arms at the very least a little bit longer"

He closed his eyes again. His lips were smiling as he appreciated the moment to its full.

You smiled too. "How could I ever object to that?", you told him and followed his example.

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WADWSH | Chapter Three - Unexpected Visitor

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: A Thursday night at The Hideout is interrupted by an unexpected visitor

author's note: Happy Thanksgiving! I'm sorry if this is a day late but life was throwing some curveballs yesterday. I hope you enjoy this chapter 🖤 I did my best to edit it while cooking so if you see mistakes…maybe you didn’t 🥹🖤Comments / reblogs are always appreciated! I will be out of the country so if I don’t respond please don’t think I’m ignoring you xx

warnings: angst, pining

w/c: 4.3k

The Hideout was packed, sweaty bodies pushed together in a crowd close to the makeshift stage that sat near the back of the hole-in-the-wall bar. You sat by the front entrance with Holly, the two of you nestled at a table lit only by the dim glow of the candle placed in the middle.

“So tell me again how he smelled,” Holly leaned in, chin perched in her hands as she looked at you excitedly. It had been nearly a week since your date with Steve Harrington. Nearly seven days spent in normalcy that made the weekend before seem like a dream, something that you’d made up entirely in your head. But there was no dreaming up the way Steve Harrington smelled, the way his hand felt on the small of your back, or the way his lips felt pressed to yours. Soft and sweet like honey. Despite the night of bliss, you’d returned to reality, crash landing into your day-to-day unable to daydream when you got a taste of the real thing. You’d divulged the details of your date to Holly several times over but always excluded the way the night ended, deciding that memory was meant just for you. You laughed at her now, the way her eyes were wide with anticipation. As though this was the first time she had heard it. As though she hadn’t made you smell the array of colognes at Star Court until you found one that was similar.

“Hmm, like bergamot and laundry detergent. Earthy but also like home?” You had trouble putting it into words but it stuck with you all these days later. Holly sighed dreamily, and you took a sip of your drink. Wincing slightly as the liquor hit your throat and the warmth settled into your stomach. You rubbed your sweaty palms over your jeans and tipped your head up as the crowd cheered, Corroded Coffin taking center stage. Eddie had an enigmatic energy about him, brown eyes hidden behind curly bangs taking in the crowd. One that had grown from five drunks to a swarm of people from out of town and he ate it up. Satisfied grin slotted into place as he greeted them. Exposed alabaster skin glowing under the stage lights, ink creating shadows on his arms. You cheered from your space at the back of the bar, the same place you’d sat since high school so he’d know where to find you. He looked your way, grin growing wider as he spotted you. His best friend and forever fan. You raised your drink up at him, your smile matching his. Wide and sincere. Happy and exuberant. The lights lowered to a deep blue painting everyone in a ghoulish glow.

“I hope we have some Radiohead fans here tonight,” the crowd roared and you clapped with a raised brow.

“I’m glad,” Eddie chuckled, “we aren’t in the habit of playing covers but I thought we might mix things up tonight,” he cleared his throat and looked towards his bandmates.

“Anyways this is Thinking About You by Radiohead,” the crowd clapped again. An acoustic guitar started, a turn from their usual sound. Eddie’s eyes were closed, foot tapping lightly as he listened to the sound. You rested your chin in your palm and watched him. Eyes tracing the lines of his strong shoulders and the swell of his biceps. His voice came through the microphone, a smooth baritone. Captivating and melancholic. He always had a presence on stage, one that pulled everyone in and kept them focused. Hypnotized. And you were always just as affected. Heart hammering against your chest as you heard his pain.

But I'm still no one

And you're my star

What do you care?

Eddie kept things close to chest, he never talked about crushes or dates. Never discussed make-outs or hookups, the entirety of his dating life shrouded in mystery and you wondered who this was about. Who had affected him, caused the sorrow in his voice as you watched him scan the room. His amber eyes were on you and everything else faded, blurred around the edges.

But I’m playing with myself

And what do you care when the other men are far, far better?

You swallowed the lump that had formed, blinking rapidly until you were back in the room with everyone else. Eddie’s eyes were still on you, watching as you chugged your beer. Chest heaving. And then your gaze met his, held it the rest of the song. He wondered if you knew, if you understood that it was for you. That it was about you. This song and the ones that he wrote.

“What a set,” you greeted Eddie beside the stage, hands placed in your back pockets as you looked up at him. Holly stood back, chugging her beer as she scanned the room. Looking for someone to help keep her bed warm tonight. Eddie’s bangs stuck to his forehead in sweat, exposed pale skin glistening as beads of perspiration rolled down his abdomen. His jeans hung low exposing the deep v line that disappeared into the denim. You swallowed hard as you looked at him, traced the muscle of his abdomen and the long stretch of his legs wrapped in tight black accentuating the muscle of his thighs. Eddie watched you, smirk growing the longer your eyes lingered on his frame. He cleared his throat, watched as your gaze went wide and cheeks grew a shade darker.

“If only those record execs thought the same of our demos,” he laughed, “What did you think of the first song?” He questioned, hands busy as he worked to help pack away instruments.

“I just need to know who I should fight for making my best friend sad,” you squished your eyebrows together so you’d look intimidating but he only found you that much more adorable.

“She’s a sweetheart, doesn’t deserve to catch those weapons,” he pointed to your hands and tried to hide the way his grin sank at the realization that you still didn’t get the clue. Holly looked at the two of you, lips circling her beer bottle as she chugged and watched both of you dance around his confession.

“Doesn’t seem like it if she makes you feel like that,” you shrugged and Eddie only chuckled. Humor not quite meeting the melodic sound.

“She is, trust me,” he winked at you and finished winding amp cords and packing away instruments. You opened your mouth to ask more but Holly stepped in, arm resting on your shoulder as she shook her empty bottle at Eddie.

“Eds, why don’t you be a gentleman and ask your favorite bartender for some freebies,” the blonde blinked up at him and he shot her an annoyed glance.

“Not happening tonight,” he brushed her off.

“Please,” she begged.

“What if I play you for a free round?” You joined in, loving the way he hated this game.

“Only one game, loser has to buy drinks,” he pointed a stern finger at you as Holly clapped her hands in excitement. Eddie threw a shirt on, black material clinging to the spots where he was still wet and led the way to the dartboard, grabbing the darts before handing them to you.

“Ladies first,” you reached to grab the darts from him but he pulled away, brown gaze trained on you.

“And no cheating this time,” he stated sternly and you rolled your eyes.

“I never cheat, you just always lose,” you teased as you grabbed the darts and stood behind the line of tape that marked your spot. Your first arrow landed single bullseye.

“Lucky first throw,” Eddie waved a dismissive hand and watched as you threw the second. It landed on the triple ring giving you twenty-four more points, totaling forty-nine.

“I don’t know Munson, looks like you’re getting us some free drinks,” you were cocky and he loved the way it painted your features. A smirk pulling on your plump lips, single eyebrow raised as you stared him down. He would lose over and over again if it meant that you’d always look at him like that. You threw another dart but it didn’t land and fell to the ground.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered from behind you and your breathing faltered for a brief moment. You threw your last one, watching as it landed. Another single bullseye.

“Beat that,” you turned to look up at him from beneath your lashes. Gaze a little taunting.

“Easily done,” he walked towards the dartboard and pulled them out, bending down to pick up the one you’d missed. You stood next to Holly, chugging down the last of your drink as you looked around the bar. Taking in the familiar faces, head bobbing to Todd Rundgren playing on the jukebox. Eddie lined himself up, black boots hitting the tape. He concentrated, the sharp lines of his face smoothing as he aimed. You walked up behind him and watched over his shoulder, chest pressed to his back. Lips inching closer to his ear.

“Miss, miss, miss,” you taunted and watched as his dart landed in the wood of the wall next to the board. Holly cheered and your hands shot up in victory. He only had three other chances to beat your score. Eddie turned to you, a glare set into his features.

“You are such a cheater,” he remarked, finger pointed at you once again. Your shoulders met your ears, feigning confusion at his accusations.

“I’m literally just standing here,” you laughed at him. The way his eyebrows were slightly quirked and his lips were twisted as he looked at you. Quiet murmurs filtered through the bar, people stilling in their seats or where they stood. You were caught up in your game with Eddie, poking at him every time he turned to throw a dart. Completely ruining his game. Holly gasped and caught your attention, her blue eyes trained on the front door. Both you and Eddie turned towards the entrance, watching as a figure walked through the crowd. A head of caramel brown waves you’d recognize anywhere. Steve looked around the space, eyes brightening when he finally spotted you. Eddie watched as you walked towards the actor, mouth slightly agape and surprise written on your face. Steve approached you, hands in the pocket of his blue jeans. Green shirt tight on the muscle of his biceps, the color accentuating the emerald in his hazel eyes. He was a little more sun-kissed than when you saw him last weekend, slightly more shy than your first introduction. Unsure of himself.

“W-what are you doing here?” You stammered, eyes darting to the dozens that were now on the two of you. Steve brushed at the back of his head, eyes focused behind you. Eddie’s glare not lost on him.

“I came to see you?” It came out like a question, as though he was worried he was overstepping. Your widening grin erased any doubts, your happiness contagious and he mirrored your smile. Holly was blubbering from her spot at the table, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. You turned to her and back at Steve.

“Steve this is my friend Holly.” The blonde jumped from her barstool and pulled her jean skirt down as she approached him. Hand extended to shake his.

“Nice to meet you, Holly,” he greeted and she giggled uncontrollably as their palms met. Schoolgirl giddiness taking over and you eyed her with concern. Unable to produce an explanation for her short-circuiting but Steve was used to it. You turned to Eddie, confusion creating lines in your forehead as you registered his expression. Annoyed and bothered.

“Um, this is my other friend Eddie,” you introduced them apprehensively. They shook hands, Steve shaking and flexing his hand when he withdrew it. As though Eddie nearly crushed it in his grasp.

“We were just playing a game of darts,” you pointed out, “Eddie was going to get us drinks if he lost.”

“I can buy us a round,” Steve offered and Eddie smacked his teeth. You turned to him curiously but he was looking towards his bandmates. Seeking an escape, his perfect night ruined.

“Count me out, the band and I have to get the equipment back.” Eddie pointed his thumb towards his group mates who were drinking at the bar. In no way looking as though they were prepared to leave.

“Um, okay. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” You stepped away from Steve and stood in front of Eddie. His expression softened as he looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah see you tomorrow,” he pulled you into a quick hug, eyes trained on Steve. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his middle before you let go and turned to Holly.

“What about you, staying for drinks?” She looked between you and Steve, a knowing smirk and a shake of her head.

“I’ve had my eyes on the brunette sitting at the bar, think I’ll try to get her to get me one,” she shrugged and turned to grab her things. She kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“Be careful,” and you nodded in response, watching as she slid into the seat next to the dark-haired girl with her elbows perched on the bar. You turned back to Steve, a smile working its way back onto your features.

“I’m sorry if I crashed your night,” he grimaced but you shook your head.

“A very pleasant surprise,” you insisted and looked around the bar. Several pairs of eyes were still on the two of you.

“Do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a bite?” Steve looked at you with a broadened grin, one that made your knees a little weak the longer his eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” The two of you weaved through the small mass of people, his hand on the small of your back like a habit and you mellowed in the warmth of his palm. Steve showed you to his car, an older convertible BMW. Maroon and sleek. Pristine for its age. He opened the door for you and closed it behind you after you were comfortable in the leather seat. You watched as he jogged around the front and slid into the driver’s side. The tension was present, palpable, a buzzing in the air that exploded when your gazes met.

“Should we go to Benny’s?” And you forgot that this was his town, that he knew it just as well as you did.

“Are you hankering for another burger?” You teased, avoiding his gaze as you looked out the window. The breeze welcomed against your flushed skin.

“And we can share a shake,” he suggested, putting the car into reverse and leaning into the center console. His scent hit you, bergamot citrus and a hint of his laundry detergent. He smelled like summer nights, sunset walks and home. Comforting.

“Only if it’s a chocolate one,” he turned to you. Smile wide, breathtaking. God, he was beautiful.

“A chocolate shake it is,” and the two of you drove off. Breeze rippling through the opened cabin, stars shining down on the two of you. He kept his arm placed in the middle, palm up. An invitation, a silent question and you inched closer. Working up the courage to take his hand in yours. Your fingers danced across his skin, working into the slots between his until they were flush. A perfect fit. As though his hand was molded for yours. Your pulse thrummed in your wrist, butterflies soared in your abdomen and it wasn’t because he was Steve Harrington, a-list actor. It was because he was Steve Harrington, the first guy to make you feel like romance wasn’t just made for the movies.

Benny’s interior was much the same as when Steve was younger. The blue vinyl seats had a few more tears, laminated floors a little more scuffed but the waitress was the same one he saw the last time he was in town. Red hair with gray streaks forming at the crown, a crooked smile with a small mole just above her lip. Uniform a little more snug than before and accentuating her curves. She greeted Steve with an ecstatic smile, wrinkled hands gripping his forearm as she did.

“Stevie!” And he returned her excitement.

“Jude, I didn’t know you still worked here,” he placed his palm over her hand and squeezed softly.

“Oh, how could you? Packed up and left us ordinary folk behind. Became a big star,” she waved her hands in the air as if to accentuate her point. He nodded at her, politely agreeing with her observation.

“I’m very happy to see you,” he remarked instead.

“And you brought someone with you?” Jude peeked over Steve’s shoulder at you. Glossed smile meeting her eyes before she turned back to Stevie.

“Still bringing the girls here, huh?” She whispered though you heard her clear as day. You saw his ears go red, and you covered your laugh with a cough. His old reputation as King Steve not lost on you.

“This one is different,” he tried to whisper back but failed just as she did and she nodded at him.

“Of course she is,” she agreed, “real pretty too.” Jude grabbed two menus and began walking towards a far-off booth. There were only two other booths occupied, one by an old married couple and the other by a group of teenagers. Each group looked at the two of you curiously as though they were trying to place the two of you, wondering why you both looked familiar. You watched as recognition dawned on them and their eyes lit up, mouths widening as Steve Harrington walked past them in their town’s nearly dilapidated diner. Despite his roots, there was an air about him that screamed he didn’t belong. Steve slid into the vinyl seat opposite of you and grabbed his menu from Jude.

“I’ll get you some waters to start,” and she was gone. Leaving the two of you in silence and staring at your menus. The butterflies were an endless eruption at your center, wings unfurling as new ones blossomed. It felt like the first drop of a roller coaster, stomach flipping and heart racing as it tried to catch up with the rest of your body. You couldn’t think about eating, too many questions swirling in your mind. Too many things you wanted to know.

Steve laid his menu down first and rested his elbows on the table. He played with his bottom lip, pulling at it absently as though he was also debating what to say. You placed your menu on top of his and hid your hands under the table wringing the hem of your shirt. Jude returned with your waters, straws plopped between the perspiring glasses.

“Already decided on what you’re going to eat?” She pulled her notepad out and clicked her pen looking at you expectantly.

“I’ll just take a basket of fries and a chocolate shake,” Jude scribbled the order down.

“Two straws?” And you looked to Steve who smiled at you encouragingly, not going back on what he said in the car.

“Please,” you nodded at the older woman who then turned to him.

“And for you handsome?”

“Double cheeseburger, no mustard. And could you bring two plates?”

“Sure thing,” she ripped the order from the pad and walked away towards the window that separated the front of the house from the kitchen. Bell ringing as she alerted the cook to the new order.

“So,” you began and Steve raised his eyebrows at you.

“What brings you into town?” You ignored his previous confession, not able to believe you were the only reason he was here. He pulled at his hair, muscles flexing with his movements.

“Uh, just needed to get away,” he laughed awkwardly.

“And you came to Hawkins for a vacation?” You giggled and grabbed for your straw, unwrapping the paper and plopping the plastic into your water.

“Hawkins has a certain draw to it,” he shrugged and looked to you. His hazel eyes conveying a message he was working to put into words.

“A certain draw?” You leaned in, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again.

“Wanted to see you again,” he moved closer to you, elbows sliding along the tabletop.

“One date wasn’t enough?” You let out a choked laugh and took a drink of your water. Heart thumping as you began to pull at your fingers. He grabbed your hand more easily, thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

“No, truthfully it wasn’t,” he shook his head, eyeing the tabletop as he continued.

“On our date, when we were at the beach, it was the first time that the world around me faded away. God, I know that sounds cheesy but it was the first time in a long time that I didn’t care about the pap shot or the next day’s headlines. I just felt at peace, the version of myself that I want to be,” he looked back up at you now. A little more exposed, mossy eyes vulnerable and anticipating your scrutiny.

“And what version is that?” You rubbed your thumb against his palm in encouragement.

“Just Steve,” he let out a small chuckle and you squeezed his hand.

“I like just Steve,” you agreed. Before you could say more you were interrupted by Jude announcing her presence, reciting your orders as she pushed your plates onto the table. You hummed as you dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup and savored the saltiness. Steve split his burger in two and slid a half across to your side. You looked up at him a little confused.

“In case you wanted more than fries,” he pointed at your half with his knife before placing it down and digging into his. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction as you nibbled on your burger and drank long drags of your chocolate shake. Not sharing as much as you’d promised but Steve didn’t mind.

The two of you walked hand in hand back to his car, the small glow of the moon guiding you. You weren’t ready for the night to end or for Steve to let go of your hand. He stopped in front of the passenger door and smoothed his palms up your arms, goosebumps sprouting where they touched.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” You nodded instinctively and eyed the plush of his lips.

“I can pick you up in the morning?” You nodded but then remembered.

“No,” you shook your head and hid your face.

“Is the afternoon better?” He asked a little confused as you continued to shake your head.

“I forgot that I have to work tomorrow,” you looked at him with a jut of your lip, disappointment coloring your features. Steve rubbed reassuring circles into your flesh and brought you closer.

“That’s okay, we can do something after if you’re not too tired.” You nodded at him, eyes trained on his sincere gaze.

“I won’t be too tired,” you promised.

“Great, I will pick you up at eight,” he leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your pout, the whisper of his lips against yours.

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed and pushed onto your tiptoes to close the space. His lips melded into yours. Slow and sweet like cinnamon. His hands moved to your face, thumb brushing against your jaw and fingers curling in your hair. Your hands tangled into his shirt pulling at him as the kiss deepened. You wanted more than before, needed more. His thumb pulled at your mouth asking for permission and you granted him access. Tongue flat and wet against his. You hummed in bliss, getting lost in his kisses until you were lightheaded and in need of air. He pulled away, pupils a little blown, fingers splayed against your cheek. Rubbing against the softness of your skin. Your chest was heaving, lungs desperate for oxygen but eyes locked on his.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the night at the beach. Wished I had kissed you more,” he confessed and you smiled a little dumb. Goofy grin wide at his sincerity.

“I’ve been thinking of you too,” you revealed. He kissed you once more, a soft peck against your lips before he pulled away to open your door.

“I should get you home,” you slid into your seat, fingers rubbing against your lips as if you couldn’t believe it. Steve plopped into his seat, started the car, and drove you home. Your hand wrapped in his, the wind whirring as the two of you drove in starlight. He pulled up in front of your trailer and helped you to the front door. An excuse for another kiss, a proper goodbye.

Eddie had heard the noise of a car, saw the headlights stopped in front of your place and became curious. He moved to the front window of his shared trailer and pushed the curtains open. Heart in his throat when he noticed you tangled in Steve’s arms, lips locked together. Eddie dropped his head as he closed the curtains, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing a beer before he moved the couch. He stared at the remote propped on the makeshift coffee table, a little sullen. A storm raging in his head. It wasn’t just a little crush, Eddie loved you something big but he could never admit it. Worried about ruining your friendship but now he agonized over the truth because now either way he stood a chance of losing you. He chugged the rest of his beer, adamant that he’d confess.

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 3 - Around London Town (Sun Is In The Sky)

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 2, serious relationships are ending. You reunite with Benedict and bond over heartbreak.

Artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: discussion of sex/sexual acts, swearing.

Word count: 3.1k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, we are in various spots around London, hence the title. We also get to meet the Kate and Anthony of this AU. Enjoy! <3

Two years ago (5 years later)

“I saw the email,” she sighs, poking her salad. “He just spent 2000 quid on a new king-sized bed.”

“What do you mean you saw the email?” you frown, taking a bite of your fish as you stare across to St Paul’s dome, looking so beautiful lit up at dusk this late spring evening. Oxo Tower is a regular haunt for you, as it’s right around the corner from Kate’s work.

“I mean… he was working on his laptop in bed next to me and got called away, and a delivery notification from John Lewis popped up, and well, I saw it. He's bought a new bed for them,” her jaw ticks as she swallows hard. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?”

“No, Kate, he's never going to leave her,” you echo for what feels like the millionth time.

Your sympathy has limits; this woman, your very best friend, is so smart and so blindingly beautiful; you really don't understand why she has spent the last few years allowing herself to be dicked around by this what sounds like colossal asshat of a married man. She claims he's fantastic in bed and treats her like a queen, but as you've never even met him in the three years she's been seeing him, you can't form an opinion beyond the rose-tinted snippets she shares.

“I know you're right, I know,” she shakes her head a little and reaches for her G&T, downing it with remarkable alacrity. “How's Doctor Tom?” she wiggles her eyebrows comedically, obviously wanting a change of direction.

“Fine,” you offer warily, “at least, I hear he's fine.” You take a deep breath “… we broke up,” you explain as her brow knits.

“What? When? Why didn't you tell me?” she cries.

“I am telling you now. Last week. It just wasn't something I wanted to discuss on WhatsApp y'know,” you shrug, reaching for your wine and taking a fortifying large gulp. You knew you would have to tell your best friend sometime, apparently that ‘sometime’ is today.

“What happened?”

“We’ve been growing apart for a while, to be honest,” you confess, feeling like a burden is lifted just from voicing it. “It was all very grown up. We had a heart-to-heart; I said what I wanted, he said what he wanted, and we agreed it was very different, so he left.”

“My god, you make it sound so simple! And almost businesslike, mechanical. Fucking hell, are you not broken up about it at all?” she raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows, this time in surprise.

“I've had a few days, and you know, I'm alright about it. I'm over it, to be honest. It's better we did this now than after we had gone through with the marriage,” you point out, starting at your now bare ring finger with a short pang of loss. It really was a beautiful ring.

“Well, good point, divorces are expensive and a bloody nightmare, but still…. Five years y/n. That's a long time to be with someone, and you are so matter-of-fact about it!”

“Not all of us are drama queens, Kate,” you jest gently and chuckle as she pulls a face.

“So you want me to set you up? There's that guy at my work, remember?” she singsongs, her brown eyes shining with mischief. “You guys would be perfect; I just know it!”

“Urghh, who?” you will admit to some intrigue.

“Freidrich Hohenzollern, you don't mind the blonds,” she winks.

“Kate! German Freddy?! You set me up with him six years ago!” you roll your eyes. “He threw up your deathly strong margaritas all over my pretty summer shoes,” you bemoan, recalling how it capped off a truly awful barbecue in her back garden. As it turns out, it was only a few weeks before you met Dr Tom. “Besides, I'm not ready to meet anyone yet; it's only been a few bloody days.”

“I thought you said you were over it?” she teases.

“I am, but I’m in mourning about being single again. I don't need anything right now, except maybe a rebound fuck, and I don't want that to be anyone remotely close to our friendship pool, you know? Much better to get with some rando I never have to cross paths with again.”

“Fair enough,” she shrugs but then waves her fork at you. “Just don't leave it too long before you get serious again.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” you laugh.

“I mean, if you stay on the shelf too long, some other bitch is going to snap up your man, and you’ll have to get cats and live alone, a bitter spinster until you die one of those mystery early deaths from unused vagina in about ten years. You’ll even make the news; cos, y’know, the cats, they’ll eat your face after you die. All alone.”

“Thanks, Kate.” you deadpan at that fantastically supportive vision of your future. “Also, so glad to know you are visiting me in my ancient forties, like the wonderful friend you are,” you roll your eyes.

“Bitch please, imma be busy being impregnated for the fifth time by my beautiful husband, James Norton,” she breezes with a huge grin.

“You’ll have to leave the fucking married idiot who doesn't deserve you first,” you point out, perhaps a little uncharitably.

“Touche,” she fires over her water glass. “He’s never going to leave her, is he?” she adds wistfully.

You reach over the table and touch her hand gently. “No darling, he is never going to leave his wife.”

“I know, I know, FUCK, I know…” she sighs dramatically, “Well… this calls for MORE DRINKS!” she states decidedly, banging her beautifully manicured fist on the table.

That, at least, you can fully support.

—

“What happened?” Anthony Bridgerton asks, taking a sip of his beer, his eye on his beloved team on the pitch below as they take a slight hammering at home in Twickenham.

“It's over. I'm moving home,” Benedict sighs, scratching his beard and glancing around the grandstand. “You've still got that spare room, right? Just until I get everything sorted, my stuff shipped back,” he adds, not wanting to be a burden at this age.

“Yeah, it's yours, as long as you need it,” Anthony nods, the older brother instinct kicking in without thought. “Are you sure this isn't something you can work out? Moving back to London seems rash.”

“Not a chance,” Benedict responds morosely, staring at his beer as a fly lands in it and starts swimming—seems like an apt metaphor for the shitshow being thirty-five has become for him. “I offered everything,” he shrugs miserably, “to go for counselling, sleep in the spare room; she's not interested. I knew something was up when some of her shit started disappearing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d come home, and her wardrobe looked half empty, you know, more than just laundry piling up, whole sections missing. Then her art and supplies started to dwindle, and she wasn't replacing them, but she was coming home still covered in paint. I figured maybe she had rented a separate studio space. So I confronted her; asked her what was happening: ‘Que se passe-t-il ici, tessa?’ you know. And she was all ‘de rein’ and ‘c’est tous dans ta tête’ it’s all in my head,” he translates, “and the whole time, I knew I wasn't being paranoid. So one day, I followed her...”

“You did what?”

“Yes, I know, I’m not proud of it,” he admits, “but I went to the coffee shop across the road and followed her. She had a big suitcase, lugging more of her stuff, I guess. So she went straight to a flat in the tenth arrondissement. Her ‘friend’ Clarissa. Yeah, they are definitely not just friends.”

“How do you know?” Anthony checks, sucking in air between his teeth as a Harlequins player hits the grass hard after a vicious tackle

“I watched them fuck on the balcony,” Benedict monotones, “sat in a little cafe opposite and watched my wife screaming her fucking head off as her ‘friend’ went down on her.”

“Ouch.”

“Exactly. She hasn't let me do that in months; claims she’s lost the enjoyment of it. That isn't fucking true, obviously.” He fishes out the fly and downs the rest of his watery beer, placing the plastic cup on the ground and letting his head fall into his hands. “I mean, we haven't had sex in a year, but I thought it's just a rough patch, you know? We could get through it. Until a couple of months ago, she was at least letting me eat her out, and on occasion, when she got drunk, come to think of it, she might even give me a handjob once in a while. So I was dealing with it, thinking it's a blip, we can get through it. But… uggghhhh…. I knew it, you know? This whole time I knew she would kick the shit out of me one day. I just didn't think it would be this far into marriage. Five fucking years Anthony….”

He looks so utterly unmoored that Anthony turns to him and places a comforting arm around his brother. “Listen, infidelity isn't the reason marriages break up; it's just a symptom that something else is wrong.”

“Yeah, well, that symptom is eating my wife’s pussy,” Benedict grouses loudly, uncaring that a whole bunch of people in the vicinity twist around in their stadium seats and stare at him.

Just fucking great.

—

“Ooh, what about this one?” Kate bounds over, holding some utterly dreadful-looking period romance novel.

“Regency? Sex? Kate, please, I’m not that desperate yet,” you say witheringly, staring over your reading glasses at her.

“You’re newly single. This shit might teach you a few things,” she hums unapologetically, waggling the book at you.

“Please, as if I need some American woman telling me how to fuck a handsome Englishman from 200 years ago,” you roll your eyes and take the book from her.

“Speaking of handsome,” Kate sidles up closer, “someone is staring at you in foreign languages.”

You peel off your glasses and look over to see a face you would never forget lurking by a bookshelf. And it’s a jolt to your being. He’s got to be in his mid-thirties by now and sports a somewhat scraggly but short beard. Damn, he’s still so handsome, your mind screams.

“I know him. You’d like him; he’s married,” you needle sarcastically.

“I don’t see a ring,” Kate counters quietly, “when was the last time you saw him?”

“God, maybe five years ago? And he was moving to Paris. To get married,” you explain as you politely raise a hand to wave and nod.

“So that’s a long time ago,” she stage whispers, “maybe he’s not anymore,” she hints.

“Please, he’s so obnoxious,” you dismiss, even as your heart thumps a little harder as he approaches. “Plus, he never remembers me….”

“Y/n y/l/n,” he says warmly as he pulls up nearby.

Wow, okay, wrong on that count.

“Ben! Ben Bridgerton. Hi!” you breeze, feigning nonchalance and quickly dropping the crappy romance book Kate gave you.

“This is…” you turn around, and Kate is gone, waving next to the Hatchards sign and heading out the door. “Well, that was my friend Kate…. How are you? How’s married life?”

“Ahh, not good,” he winces, and you feel awkward as his face goes crestfallen. “I’m getting divorced.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really am,” you frown, the sting of your breakup lessened somehow.

“How’s Doctor Dorset?” he perks up.

“Oh, I hear he’s fine. We uhh just broke up. Last month,” you nod, and you exchange glances that are so meaningful.

He looks so much wiser, mellow. And it’s not just the beard. Like the cocksureness and swagger have been knocked out of him. He’s learned some hard lessons about life, living but hurting. Something in your heart reaches out to him.

“Coffee and a catch-up?” you offer casually.

“Actually, I’m starving,” he admits, “how about lunch instead?”

You glance at your phone, and there’s a trademark subtle WhatsApp message from Kate.

Ride that fine thing to Rebound City.

I expect all the deets tmrw.

Woof.

“Urghh, sure, looks like I’m free,” you answer, quickly swiping left to clear the screen.

——

You are sitting on the sunny rooftop terrace at Ham Yard sharing break-up stories. Although it’s selfish to admit it, somehow, his melancholy makes you feel better about yourself. That you are more together than you thought. And even more certain you made the right choice not to get married.

“We used to say how life was great because we didn’t have kids,” you explain, pushing your salad around the plate. “How everyone we knew stopped having sex if they had kids. How we could fuck against the window or on the kitchen table, and no one would walk in on us. And I believed him when he said he didn’t want kids. But then…” you trail off.

“He changed his mind?” Ben intuits; his emotional intelligence momentarily takes you aback.

“He went to stay with his sister for a week to celebrate some family thing; I had to cover an event, so I couldn’t go. Anyway, she has three kids. And he came back different; kept saying maybe kids aren’t so bad. Even after his brother-in-law admitted they no longer had sex cos childcare was so exhausting, mind,” you gesture with your hands. “And he just started to drop hints about how we aren’t getting any younger - I'm only thirty-fucking-one - and how kids ensure a legacy….” you stab a piece of cucumber. “That’s when I snapped, and I just said. Listen, I don’t want kids, and if you do, maybe we need to rethink this engagement, cos I’m not going to change my mind. And he looks at me horrified. As if it doesn’t compute that a woman would never want children. ‘I thought that was just a thing to establish your career, then you’d take a break and have kids. My income more than provides’,”

Benedict huffs a gentle laugh at your deliberately lousy impression.

“And I said back, ‘I love my job, I don’t want to give it up and certainly not to have kids’. And he replied, ‘Well, I want a wife who will give me kids’. And I said, ‘Well, that’s not me’. And then he left.”

Your harsh but accurate summary of that shitty afternoon somehow feels lighter now you’ve shared details. You don’t want to dwell on how odd it is that you’ve given him, a man you’ve seen twice in ten years, more than you shared with your best friend.

“And the thing is, we never did fuck spontaneously like that anyway,” you sigh, sipping your coffee.

“Not on the kitchen table?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Not once. Not even against the window. He doesn’t like doing it standing up,” you shrug.

“That’s a shame. It’s fun,” Benedict opines, but it’s not like in the past when he would’ve used it as a blatant flirtation; it’s more like he’s simply agreeing with an empiric truth.

“Agreed,” you nod and fall silent as you can tell he’s gearing up to talk more.

“I knew Tessa was bisexual when we got together,” he sighs, elaborating on his breakup story. “To be honest, I think that’s what made her so damn sexy at first, the stupid caveman idea she’d be into threesomes,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly at the naivety of his younger self. “I just didn’t think she would do the almost cliched thing and cheat on me with a woman.”

“Doesn’t it hurt less? That it’s not another dick that led her astray?” you frown.

He huffs a laugh. “Never thought of it like that. But it’s more the helplessness of it. That’s the one thing I can’t be, a woman. And that’s what she wants.” he twists his mouth into a thoughtful pout before continuing. “She moved in with her. But she didn’t tell me. Didn’t have the guts. She just kept moving her stuff out slowly. I’d prefer she was honest and told me, but she played mind games. Tried to gaslight me into thinking it was all in my head.”

You drop your fork and decide to inject some humour, knowing the sign that he’s getting too maudlin. “Hold the bloody phone. Did Benedict Bridgerton just use the word gaslight?” you tease. “Bloody hell, we have gotten old.”

He looks up and meets your eye, an appreciative glint in the down-sloped corners as he chuckles in agreement. The look lingers for a beat longer than it should, and all you can think is the slight crinkles around his eyes lend him a more mature beauty, somehow more deadly than the pretty, fresh-faced idiot you shared a car ride with ten years ago. Benedict Bridgerton with heartbreak is a beautiful sight, perverse as it may be to think it.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” you offer conciliatory, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. His skin is soft; you can feel his pulse in the prominent vein under your fingertip, and something in you runs warm.

“You know, the first time we met, I really didn't like you,” he confesses as you withdraw your touch, “you were so uptight about the world; you’re much mellower now.”

“Way to wrap a compliment in an insult,” you pull a face, and he laughs. “You were just utterly nonplussed that someone might not want to fuck you—-that's why you didn't like me,” you add, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

“What's the apology deadline for being a young idiot?” he winces and shoots you an adorably contrite expression.

“Hmmm, ten years,” you volley back, unable to stop your grin.

“Oooh, well, it's mid-May, and that was late May, so I am juuuuust in time,” he jests, and you feel a warmth inside your ribs as you smile at each other.

After eating, you find yourselves wandering together, crossing under the mature trees of Golden Square.

“Are we becoming friends? For real this time?” An ironic smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I mean, I forgive you for not ever texting me after I gave you my number all those years ago,” he teases, and you blush.

“We might be,” your tone playful.

“Huh, a woman friend,” his brow knitting, “that’s novel.”

You laugh, and again your eyes meet.

“You know you may be the first attractive single woman I don’t want to fuck…” he confesses.

Something in you feels conflicted. Pleased he has matured enough to be that way, flattered he feels willing to admit it to you as a friend, and the part you don’t want to think about too much, the tinge of sadness that fact gives you.

“That’s wonderful, Ben,” you reply as he loops your arm and keeps strolling.

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CLOSER - One Shot.

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. 18 plus only, minors do not enter. Slight dom!Eddie/ dom!/sub! Reader. Unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, slight cum play.

Author’s note: Just something I thought about late one night listening to this song. I always felt like Eddie would love the 90’s early 2000’s rock scene. Song is linked at the bottom if you haven’t heard it.

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The bass of Nine Inch Nails Closer vibrated under the thick platform of your thigh high boots Your eyes scanning the VIP tables that were closed off along the edges of the dance floor. Searching for the big brown eyes you came here for.

You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. Every week your dresses would get shorter and skimpier trying to break his resolve. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Tonight your black velvet dress barely leaves anything to the imagination. The hem resting at the top of your thighs, a slit on the right side showing the leather garter wrapped around you. Your tits on full display, a black choker wrapped around your neck connected in the middle by a metal heart. You were going to break him tonight.

You see his dark, long curly messy hair before you see his eyes but when you do they are already on you. Hungry and devouring. He found you first.

The big black boots on his feet are menacing, his leather clad legs spread wide. A simple white shirt fitting every muscle like it was altered for his body, the short sleeves are cuffed giving you the perfect few of his tattooed covered arms. His fingers littered in chunky rings are clasped together resting over his plump lips, dark eyes watching you intently over his knuckles. He’s ready for his show.

You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You decide you’re going to acknowledge him tonight, something you’ve never done before. Maintaining eye contact you start swaying you hips to the beat of the music. Biting your your pierced glossed lip you wiggle your fingers at him.

You see his posture straighten slightly at your gesture his hands moving lower giving you a glimpse of the smirk spreading over his face. He raises a few fingers back at you. Still he doesn’t move.

This was going to be harder then you thought.

You let your hands wander up the smooth skin of your thighs squeezing lightly as they make their way up your body going over the curves of your breasts, your long black nails grazing your nipples feeling them perk at the sensation.

This has him sitting up, leg bouncing, his hands aren’t blocking his face anymore giving you a perfect view of the jaw you would love to trace with your tongue. His ringed fingers gripping the arms of his chair hard enough to see the whites of his knuckles. His control is resolving.

It’s working.

Closing your eyes you get lost in the sound of Trent Reznor’s voice, your small hands making work all over your body, nails dragging over your exposed skin. You spin around so your back is facing him, you want him to get a good view of your ass. You opted to for-go your panties tonight.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed.

You get me closer to god.

You raise your hands in the air, twisting your hips in a way that you know has him hypnotized. The bottom of your dress rising up, giving him a glimpse of the lack fabric underneath. You turn to face him again licking your lips.

The look he’s giving you is so intense you have to close your eyes again your own resolve in question now. You can feel your arousal start to coat the inside of your thighs. He was fucking trouble.

You can have my isolation.

You can have the hate that it brings.

You can have my absence of faith.

You can have my everything.

The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know he’s in front of you. His fingers gripping your waist so tightly you feel the bite of his metal rings in your sides. You open your eyes, he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. You can’t help when you squeeze your thighs together, picking up on it, a knowing smile creeps up on his plump lips. He pulls you flush against him and you can feel everything. Your little show has him rock hard, his leather pants not hiding anything from you.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck making a shiver run down your spine. His mouth so close to you, you can feel his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. Inhaling your scent deeply.

“You like torturing me sweetheart?” His voice is like velvet and it goes straight to your throbbing cunt.

He doesn’t let you answer him before he pushes you against the wall in the back corner of the dance floor. You’re only slightly concealed by the lack of lights. The bass of the music is so loud vibrates against the walls shooting through your body. His musk even more overpowering, he was every where. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, resting himself between you hips all you would have to do is push forward a little and your hot center would be pressed against the muscle of his thigh. His hands grabbing yours roughly pinning them over your head. Once he gets you where he wants you he holds your small wrists with one hand, his free one ghosts over your curves until they reach the bare skin of your thigh. His finger tips find your garter tugging at it slightly.

“You wear this for me?” His are eyes holding a mischievous look, a smug grin breaking across his face.

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky.” You tease arching your brow. You’re mocking him.

He sucks his teeth hard at your response before he starts moving his fingers up your dress and it takes everything you have not to push your hips forward getting them to where you want them most. His calloused tips touch the inside of your thigh where he can feel your slick. He groans loudly eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You’re dripping down your leg baby. You don’t need to keep playing hard to get.”

He pushes his thigh hard into your throbbing core making you throw your head back. Eddie uses this to his advantage, his teeth graze at your pulse point eliciting the most pornographic moan from your lips. Sucking hard, he wants to mark you up, stake his claim. Your dress is bunched up at your hips as you shamelessly ride his thigh. The leather making it so slick your able to move exactly how you want to. You can feel the rubber band inside you start to tighten, begging to snap.

“Fuuuuck” You breathe shuddering finally surrendering to what you had wanted all along.

You break your hands out of his grasp one hand landing on his shoulder the other grabbing his jaw roughly detaching him from your neck. His face looks puckered between your fingers, eyes black and blown out. You crash your lips into his hungrily teeth clanking together. His tongue begs for entrance to your mouth almost instantly, the kiss is desperate and sloppy. Your rhythm on his thigh starts to become sporadic as you get closer to your release. When he senses that your close his strong fingers dig into your hips holding you still. You can’t help the whine that comes out. He finally breaks away from the kiss, his lips swollen and pink, there’s a light sheen of gloss from yours.

“You don’t get to cum that easily, not after weeks of teasing.” He chastises. One of his hands moves from you hip sliding to your neck where his grip is firm. Your eyes roll in the back if your head at the feeling, this was even better then you imagined. “God your such a dirty fucking girl” he groans at your reaction.

All of the sudden he pulls his leg from between yours. Your eyes snap open at the loss of contact.

“What. The. Fuck.” You seethe your angry expression causes him to chuckle darkly before flipping you around shoving you face first into the wall, the hand on your neck is now buried in your hair pulling you back to his chest. His other hand has a firm grip on your hips pulling your ass against the hardness of his cock thats straining under the thin fabric of his pants. Without your underwear the feeling makes you almost cum right there on the spot. Your body shuddering under his touch.

Help me tear down my reason.

Help me its your sex I can smell.

Help me you make me perfect.

Help me become somebody else.

Someone could easily be watching what you two are doing to each other in the dark corner, but neither one of you care. Finally allowing yourselves to lose control.

“I want you to beg you little brat.” His teeth are clenched as he whispers in your ear. His words send another wave of arousal to your center you know you have to be making a mess of his pants. You both love it.

“No.” You look up at him smiling defiantly.

The smack you feel on your ass is so hard you can hear it over the music. Your body jutting forward slightly.

“Beg.” His grip on your hair is so tight, if you weren’t so turned on you think it might be painful.

You push your hips back, your dripping core hitting him where he’s sensitive. You hear him hiss fingers digging into.

“You fucking beg.” You spit pushing back into him again with more force.

You feel his rings this time as he slaps your ass again, it’s even harder then before. His mouth attacking your neck, biting harshly at the bruises already forming from before licking them after each assault. He’s leaving you a whimpering mess and you clench around nothing from his actions. You feel his hand leave your hip and slide down the front of your dress, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need them most.

“Come on baby, let me make you feel good. I know how bad you need it.” His voice is desperate in your ear as the tips of his fingers trail up your wet slit. “You just need to say please.” He dips his middle finger into your hole making you cry out at the feeling. It was starting to hurt how turned on you were.

It’s not even your voice when please’s start falling from your lips like a prayer.

“God, Eddie please, please, I need it, I need it so bad.” You buck yourself into his hand to emphasize how desperate you were.

You can feel his cock twitch at your words, he groans loudly in your ear.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

His finger leaves your pussy making you feel empty and you whimper at the loss of contact. Your hands reaching behind you desperately trying to push his pants down, you never needed anything more in your life.

“So needy for my dick huh pretty girl?” He nips at your ear lobe pushing your hands away accomplishing what you had originally set out to do. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, its so hard that it looks mad, pre cum leaking from the tip. He hisses as his fingers wrap around himself his grip on your hair tightening “Look what you did to me, all this fucking teasing. I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow sweetheart, and every time it hurts to sit down I want you to think of me and how good I fucked you. I’m going to make you addicted to this dick.”

His words make you shudder a low desperate whine leaving your mouth when you feel him start to line himself up at your entrance.

“So fucking wet.” He groans before bottoming out in you completely. His hand leaves your hair pulling you against him again, his ringed fingers covering your mouth trying to silence your loud moan at the feeling of him fully inside you. The angle he’s hitting mixed with all of his teasing has you already teetering over the edge, your hands push out against the wall as he thrusts wildly inside of you, his motions are hard and angry. He’s punishing you for all of those nights he couldn’t be buried inside you.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

Everything starts hitting you all at once, all the build up, the rubber band in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter. You aren’t going to last much longer, not with his punishing pace.

“Ed-Eddie I’m-I’m gonna cum” You manage to get out from around his hand.

His thrusts get even harder somehow from your words. His grip on your hip even tighter.

“Go ahead baby. Cover my cock.” He sucks at your pulse point as he says it, that’s all you need for the rubber band to snap. You’re seeing white as you come undone around him, his grip on your mouth gets harder trying to muffle yours screams. “That’s it, cum all over daddy.” He groans close to his own release at the feeling of your clenching walls. When you start to come down his hand finally leaves your lips so he can use it to grab your other hip pushing himself into even deeper chasing his own release.

“Cum inside me Daddy, I wanna feel it” You whine, trying to meet his rough movements. Your words with your desperate thrusts make him come tumbling down. His fingers are digging so deep into your sides as he shoots his hot seed inside of you, you know there’s going to be bruises. His face buried in your neck as he comes undone mumbling in coherently you make out something that sounds like “So fucking good.”

You both stand there for a minute not daring to talk or pull apart, needing a moment to catch your breath and remember where you were at. His lips are leaving small kisses all over your neck and shoulders anywhere there is exposed skin.

When you told him to cum inside you, you weren’t even taking into account you decided not to wear underwear for this very reason. Eddie will be leaking from you the whole way home, and you hate that the thought sends another wave of arousal to your core. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to use his fingers to push his cum back inside of you.

“I want you to keep this inside of you all night, do you understand me?” He asks as he pushes your dress back down to where it was suppose to be before tucking himself back into his pants. You can see the wet stains that have been left all over him, they gleam when the lights hit them. He looks like just of a fucked out mess as you and you love it.

You bite your bottom lip and nodding, feeling vulnerable after what had just happened in the corner of the club.

Using his thumb he pulls your lip from between your teeth, his eyes are soft.

“I need to hear you tell me you understand baby, use your words.”

“Yes, I understand...daddy” You add for good measure.

He closes his eyes at the new pet name hearing you say it again makes his cock twitch in response.

“Good, now why don’t we get out of here. I’m not quite done with you yet. You have weeks worth of teasing to make up for sweet heart.”

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evie-sturns · 7 days

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ!

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about me: hi! my names evie.

i downloaded tumblr 25th of december 2023 after seeing sturnfilmed's tiktok story, i instantly started writing fics as soon as i joined (my debut was chris and matt headcannons) i started watching the sturniolo's in early 2023 and my fav triplet is nick although i would pay matt to run me over.

i live in new-zealand, my favorite color is pink and i go to a private school. i love concerts, music and my friends. i have criiiiipppling anxiety which i've had since like 10 years old buts its okay, i also have a pretty bad eating disorder cause i grew up a fatass but we don't talk abt that. i have an older sister.

i have brown curly hair which i straighten and green eyes and relatively big lip, i'm a very social person and i'd say i'm quite popular which makes school quite a safe place for me i have strict parents so i'm really good at lying, and sneaking around behind their backs. i used to be like kinda off the rails when my mum got sick and i was doing illegal stuff to distract myself but i got caught and stopped (glad) and now my life is back on track and i have a lot better things to do, my rice purity score is 72😔

celebrity crushes:

christian anthony, billie eilish, matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, RODRICK HEFFLEY?!??!??!???!?!?!?!?!!??!!?!?, nathan doe, fiona gallagher, carrington, vinnie hacker 💀💀💀, louis patridge, LOOORRENNNZOO ZURZOLOOOO, jared padalecki ONLY IN THE 2000’s, ned menlove

biggest fears: loosing loved ones, alligators?!??, being murdered, embarrassing myself.

my favorite youtubers are: the sturniolos, norris nuts (my guilty pleasure BYE), dizzydyl, benoftheweek, any kind of true crime omg, eleanor neale, baylen livene.

my favourite shows/movies: SHAMLESS (all time favorite), gilmore girls, 10 things i hate about you, the worlds a little blurry.

my favorite artists are: billie eilish like if you think your a bigger fan than me your NOT(kidding), chase atlantic, brent faiyaz, sza, frank ocean, childish gambino, and clairo but sometimes im a slut for songs like slut me out and geekaleek LMFAO. i've been to billies concert in 2022 which was the best night of my life, i went to sza last week which was life-changing.

my favourite songs as of right now are: confident - justin bieber and chance the rapper, les - childish gambino, drugs & money - chase atlantic, church - chase atlantic, overheated - billie eilish, bitches broken hearts - billie eilish. ivy - frank ocean

what i wont write: weird kinks (r@pe, like piss and shit stuff tf, big age gaps), nick x fem!reader if its not platonic even though i dont really write for nick in general. anything that i dont want to write so dont pressure me.

what i will write: requests, smut, angst, fluff, series's if im dedicated, one shots, almost anything apart from what i listed above.

i love writing on here and i love each and every one of you who like what i write, thank you guys for supporting me! i take requests and i'll do them if i like it so dont be shy to request!

here’s the tag you can go on where i answer things in my inbox exzexpf for requests

#evie-sturns inbox

also writing and reading on here got my english and humanties grade up like crazy so thank you guys.

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beautifulfaaces · 2 years

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Maia Reficco

Facts

July 14, 2000

Argentine American actress and singer

Filmography

Montana [Do Revenge: 2022]

Noa [Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin: 2022]

Lucky [Sometimes I Feel Like Dying: 2019]

Kally [Kally's Mashup: 2017-2018]

Appearance

brunette

brown eyes

1.57m

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult

Icons: Do Revenge

#Maia Reficco #fem 2000s #fem argentine #fem american #2000s fem american #2000s fem argentine #do revenge #pretty little liars: original sin #sometimes i feel like dying #kally's mashup #brunette fem teen #brunette fem young #2000s fem brunette #brown eyes fem teen #brown eyes fem young #2000s fem brown eyes #teenager female #young adult female

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pedrostylez · 3 months

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How The Crow Flies - pt. 6

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Frankie Morales crossover

Word count: 3k

Chapter Summary: The Triple Frontier crew gets the information they need to raid the house; you ignore Javier's calls

Chapter Warnings and Disclaimers: 18+ only. I am not responsible for what you read on the internet. You have been warned! Locations and descriptions of places may be inaccurate in comparison to each story (Narcos and Triple Frontier). Timelines are obviously different between the two stories, so we are going to meet in the middle and say we are in the early 2000s. These are not necessarily canon characters in regard to how they act, how they treat people, and their current relationships. DUBCON, Mentions of SA, SMUT!!!! oral f receiving, dirty talk, Frankie is struggling with addiction and you're it, baby

A/N: I realize that this is a very Frankie-heavy few chapters; do not worry, Javi makes a return eventually. You're not ready for the next chapter okay I'm just saying

Taglist: @thevoiceinyourheadx @suzdin @survivingandenduring @bariskaplans @inept-the-magnificent @casa-boiardi @paleidiot @darkheartgatita @missladym1981

Sweat sticks in between your shoulder blades, walking down the now familiar path to the back of Lorea’s home. A smile comes to your lips, unable to hold it back as you recall that just moments ago he was in the car passing yours. His window rolled down during the checkpoint to let you through, and he nodded as he drove by.

He nodded.

He has no idea who you are.

It gave you confidence to know that you were at least tricking the highest man of authority in this part of the jungle. Your ears perked at the sound of the otherwise still jungle rustling with movement.

It reminded you that you couldn’t trick the man lurking in the trees, smirking at you when you made direct eye contact before entering the home. His brown eyes somehow shining in the darkness, the flutter of his eyelashes hitting his cheek as he winked at you.

He hadn’t done more than say he knew you weren’t a whore, but what else he knew was still a mystery. You had to remain careful, quiet and unassuming.

Beat him at his own game.

“Come here, bonita.” One of the guards calls, reclined in one of the living room seats with his friends surrounding him, laughing. You’re shaken out of your thoughts, turning to him with a sly little smile that you have perfected during your time here. “I’ll give you a stack of American money this time around if you do a good job.”

The term “American money” peaks your interest, the distinction between that and what you had been paid previously. Was this the money that everyone was talking about? You sink to your knees in front of him, tilting your head and giving him the biggest smile you can manage. “What do you mean?”

His breathing has picked up, chest rising and falling in anticipation as his fingers are trying to undo his pants as quickly as possible. “I’ll get you a stack from the safe.”

Bingo.

You nod, lowering your eyes to the bulge in his jeans, thinking over how you will follow him to the safe itself. “Only if you’re allowed?” You ask quietly, trying to remain as innocent looking as possible. You don’t want him to get in trouble, afterall; he’s your most frequent customer. You can’t for the life of you remember his name.

He nods so quickly and aggressively you think that his head will fly off his neck. “Boss won’t mind.”

Frankie feels much calmer than usual, watching you walk into the house this time. A silent understanding that what you’re doing won’t affect him, and if anything you’ll be giving him information too. At least, that’s the impression he is under after you sucked him off again in the shower the other day.

He thinks it is sound reasoning.

He sits back against the tree, listening to Santiago over his ear piece. “Was worried she wasn’t going to last.” He grumbles, clicking off the microphone after a sigh.

It’s silent for another moment before he hears Redfly question, “Got scared of the security guards?”

“Not sure…was told she ditched early a few weeks ago, but she seems to have figured it out.” Frankie can hear Santiago’s shrug through the ear piece. He thinks of Yovanna whispering in Santiago’s ear most nights, likely in his bed or hers, and he rolls his eyes.

Then, Benny’s voice. “‘Saw she had a bloody lip the first week. I would have left early too.”

Frankie’s stomach clenches, remembering the first couple days that you had stumbled out of the back of the house with that fresh cut. He remembers how he saw it and didn’t say anything, because at the time it didn’t seem worth it to mention. Not worth bringing attention to something that wouldn’t matter in the long run. But now, suddenly–

“Fish, you got eyes on her?” Santiago rings in his ear again, snapping Frankie out of his thoughts. He looks to the door, your figure shadowed but prominent near the back entry.

“She’s still inside.” He says quietly, squinting to try and see better when you twirl and your laughter reaches his ears. “Talking them up.”

“I’m gettin’ real tired of waiting. When are we raidin’ this place?” Will chimes in.

“When we have some actual information.” Santiago spits.

You step out of the house, your purse over your shoulder and a large smile on your face. You’re holding a paper bag with both of your hands, looking in the trees briefly before stepping into the path.

“Boys, she’s got a bag.” Frankie whispers, hoping you don’t call for him before he can send the information out. “Paper–can’t see in it.” You step down the path out of Frankie’s sight. You’re not stopping for him today, disappointment roiling through his blood. He shakes his head at himself, thinking he should have known better than to get too attached. “Anyone got eyes on her?”

“Yeah I’ve got–” Will says quietly through the ear piece, cut off before he rushes. “She tripped, paper bag is full of money boys. Hundred dollar bills.”

“She trafficking?” Redfly whispers.

Frankie rolls his eyes again; Redfly always assumes the worst. Understandably, of course, but not with the context that Frankie has, and with the knowledge that Yovanna is the one in charge of the money, he shouldn’t think that. He goes to correct him, but Benny beats him to it. “She must have given them a show. Proves the money is there, boys.”

“Meeting tonight. All done for the day.” Santiago says, clicking off without another word.

Frankie sighs, wondering what it was that you did for the money. His chest tightens at the thought, pushing it away in the hopes that you would be at his door when he returned.

The steam off your coffee rolls up to your face, watching the motel quietly in the corner of the cafe. Calculations in your head tell you that you have 52 hours until you have to return to your post back with Javi. He’s been calling you nonstop, not leaving messages or text but calling twice a day.

You roll your eyes when you feel the tell tale vibrations coming from your pocket. The idea that he would be calling you more now was almost laughable, but after the last conversation you had with him, you're not surprised. Begrudgingly, you pull out your phone, surprised to see Yovanna’s name on the caller ID. You scan the road in front of you, pressing the receiver to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey!” She chirps over the speaker.

Your eyes remain on the building in front of you, watching the cars. “Hey Yovanna, what’s going on?”

“Just wanted to tell you that you are absolutely loved by the guys. Andres can’t get enough of you.” She sounds happy, suggestive in how she uses the man’s name. That must be who you sucked off this morning.

She prattles on, saying they are going to give you an advance of money in the hopes that you will stay for a few more days. “Oh, I can’t stay, I have to go back for a little while. But I’ll be back in a week or so?” You say calmly, continuing to survey the road in front of you.

It goes silent on the phone, and your focus comes back to the phone in your hand. Yovanna takes a deep breath, “The uh…the lease is up at the end of this week and...you won’t need to come back next week.”

You frown, confusion racing through your brain and how to ask what exactly is going on. “The lease? I would stay an extra day if I could–”

“It’s not you!” She says quickly, a faux laugh reaching your ears. “Just, I’m not going to be around next week, with the lease ending. I don’t want you here if I’m not here…I’ll have to find a new place for you to stay!”

You watch a car filled with men-Frankie in the passenger seat-pull into the parking lot across the street and you shake your head. “You don’t have to find a place for me, you gave me the job.” Something feels off in the pit of your stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me the lease was going to be done so soon?”

Through the speaker you hear a car door slam just as Santiago gets out of the car. You freeze, straining to listen. “Just don’t come back, okay?” She says quickly, waiting for your quiet reply of of course, sorry Yovanna before she says “Don’t apologize. Thank you…for all your help.” and hangs up the phone.

As you hang up and watch the men pile out of the vehicle, each nodding to each other and glancing at their watches as if they have agreed on a time, the gears in your head begin to turn, and you look down to your phone again to call Javi.

“Tonight, Fish. No staying in and avoiding us.” Benny calls from his door, looking through the openings of the metal stairs up to Frankie.

Frankie grunts in acknowledgement, ignoring any other comments being thrown at him and unlocking his room door to slide inside. He glances around briefly, all items still where they were left the night before, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table.

He’s conflicted, desperately wanting to see you again before the inevitable raid and fleeing they will be doing. He also doesn’t want to disappoint himself, knowing that nothing can continue with whatever is happening between the two of you.

Lying, fucking, pretending; all things he’s experiencing with you. Craves with you.

He could just leave you to whatever it was that you were doing–he didn’t actually have to know, did he? You dropping that bag of money in front of his team proves that what you’re doing doesn’t affect them.

Lost in his thoughts, he’s letting his boots slide off and a sigh leave his lips, before he hears a soft knock at his door. He’s too quick to open it, holding his breath when he sees you in front of him. He inhales as subtly as he possibly can when you slip past him into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“‘You have a habit of falling?” He asks, watching as you take off your own shoes like you plan on getting comfortable–plan on staying.

“Nice trick, wasn’t it?” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him. “I figured someone would be watching.”

“How did you get paid that much?” He grinds out, trying to hold himself back. He doesn’t want to focus on this nagging thing in his chest, something he could potentially identify as jealousy. No–he wants to focus on the mission he was sent here for.

You smirk, shrugging. “I have my ways. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” You call him out, tilting your head as he runs his hands through his hair, huffing out a heavy breath.

“Where was he keeping it?” Frankie presses, fingers tapping anxiously against his scalp. Maybe if he focuses on the facts, on the mission, he can stop this feeling in his stomach bubbling up into whatever he was afraid of it being.

You watch him, curious. “What do I get if I tell you?”

He freezes, watching for a second longer before a switch flips. Frankie can’t help himself–like his body is working with a separate mind, watching himself from overhead as he kneels in front of you. His knees crack, thudding on to the carpet and looking up at your body. He hears your gasp, watches how your eyes widen and darken, watching him before you.

Frankie licks his lips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “My mouth. My hands–whatever you want.”

You stand silent, mouth slightly opened as you breathe deeply.

His hands reach forward, pulling you by the hips closer to him. His mouth waters, at eye level with your belly button and he swears he can smell you. The want that is in his own pants, reflected in yours. “If I feel you right now, will you be wet?”

When he looks up again you’re already staring back at him, nodding silently. He moves the skirt of your dress out of the way-changed from what you wore into the jungle, and moves the palm of his hand over the front of your panties.

Warm and humid under his fingers, sliding down to where the fabric thins and becomes wet, he smiles. “Where was the money, hermosa?”

You swallow roughly, hands on his shoulders and digging your nails in. “A-A safe.” You close your eyes as his fingers move your underwear to the side. He notices how you shuffle your legs apart as slowly as possible, as if to not scare him away.

He lightly runs his first and second finger over your slit, exposing your clit and letting the wetness he had gathered on his fingers to circle around you. “Where was the safe?” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, feels like he is looking at himself from the ceiling instead of being in front of you. An out of body experience that he can relive over and over again.

The bite of your fingers at his shoulders has him suddenly back in his body, listening to your moan. “The master bedroom.” You close your eyes, throwing your head back to expose the column of your throat to him. He wants to plant a kiss there, bite down on your collarbone, but he remains on his knees. “There’s a cabinet in the way. I-It was like a secret door.”

Frankie hums happily, letting his other hand wrap around the back of your thighs and squeeze to maneuver that leg over his shoulder. “What a good girl, telling me that.” He growls out, leaning his mouth forward and suctioning around your clit.

It’s quick, how you wrap his hair around your fingers and tug. How you sigh happily and do your best to not lose your balance, but have to reach behind you to hold yourself up against the back of the couch.

Frankie devours you; he feels dizzy with how hard he is pushing his face into your heat and consuming your scent and taste. He closes his eyes, blissfully letting himself get lost in the addiction of you.

The only thing that may be better is that now he is convinced he will have a full bank account when he leaves Colombia.

When you come, Frankie doesn’t even realize you had been warning him. Your calls of “Frankie, honey–” And “Oh fuck–” hadn’t penetrated his concentration, his dedication to tasting you.

When he pulls away, looking up to your heaving chest and half glazed over eyes, he realized why he had devoted the time to you. Looking up at you he’s not sure he can go without you. He stands, still close to you but rests his hands on either side of the couch behind you. “When can I see you again?”

You huff, blinking until your eyes go wide and you laugh. “I am only here for a couple more days–”

Frankie shakes his head, knowing Santiago. The next two days will be full recon work, not just observing but notating down times that the family leaves. “Let me see you in three days.”

You pause, pushing the skirt of your dress down and frowning. “I have to get back to–”

“Please.” He breathes, bringing his lips close to yours. He knows you can smell yourself on him, but you don’t seem to care as your bottom lip brushes against yours. Frankie thinks he will never see you again.

He takes the chance, pressing himself against you and letting his mouth engulf your own. His tongue peeks out, dancing with yours briefly before he groans.

You pull away quickly, confusion threading through your features. You shake your head, putting a hand on his chest to push him away. He wants to push back against you, but he obliges, taking a step back.

Frankie thinks he’s fucked up now, sure that you’re going to leave without saying another word. But you don’t move, looking at the ground and thinking through something. You finally nod, stepping around him to the notepad that sits on the bedside table.

You write an address, setting it down gently and looking back at him. “I’ll only be there for a couple more days.”

Frankie shakes his head. “I’m telling you the truth, I can only be there on the third day. Santiago will–” He stops himself, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. He smells you again and feels himself twitch in his pants. “I have to tie up loose ends. I want to see you again.”

You watch him, eyes wide and unmoving. “I don’t know that I can stay that long.”

Frankie feels like he might have to get on his knees again. He doesn’t reach for you, holding his hands wide, pleading. “Just one more time.”

You swallow, furrowing your brow and looking away. He can see how your eyes get glassy, confusion clear in your expression. When you shake your head, it's like you’ve cleared your thoughts and put up a wall. “You can come by and see if I am still there.”

Frankie nods, heat rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. The fact that he begged you, makes him question if he should even bother showing up.

But when you head for the door and he follows to open it, you turn around and lunge yourself at him, kissing him and pulling him by the shirt closer to you. His arm wraps around your back, keeping you close to him.

His lips pull from yours, a smirk unable to stay down as his other hand reaches up to rub softly at your cheekbone. No words are further exchanged, you slipping out the room and across the street while he holds the door open to watch you.

Frankie glances to the stairs, the metal holes making it easy to see to Benny’s door. It too is wide open, watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

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lady-djarin · 8 months

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oh captain, my captain

dbf!joel miller x f!reader (pt. i of ?)

warnings: legal age gap (joel is early 40's reader is late 20's-ish), no outbreak - circa early 2000’s, talk of readers fem body, reader wears a bathing suit, tension, kissing, mentions of smut, teasing, hints of exhabitionism, still kinda explicit, E 18+

a/n: i can’t stop having daydreams about dbf!joel, he haunts me. so i wanna make at least another part but idk how many yet, i like where this is going so i’ll keep y’all updated ;) <3

"That's what you want to wear on the boat?" Sarah scanned the very cute but very thin cover up that was barely hiding your black bathing suit underneath. It was one of many options you were debating to sunbathe on the boat.

You turned around and looked in the mirror at yourself. "Yea why? Does it look weird?" Sarah was your best friend partly because she was so honest, she'd never let you go out looking anything less than 'perfect'. Even if you had very different definitions of perfect.

"No, not weird, but our dads are going to be there." She made a disgusted face like she smelled something rotten.

“Oh please it’s not that bad… my ass is completely covered!”

“Girl… your tits!” She pointed an accusing finger at your chest. It was true, they were ‘out’ but they looked good. The bathing suit made sure of that. “You do you, but if your boob flies out in front of both our dads I’ll be the one laughing.”

You giggled as she went back to flipping through a magazine. The two day boat trip was a summer tradition with your dad, Sarah and her dad, Joel. Joel was also your dads best friend. He was younger than your dad but they had a solid relationship after working together for over 15 years. That’s how you gained Sarah as basically a younger sister as well as best friend. It had been just you and your dad for a long time so it was nice having Joel and Sarah around to do ‘family’ things with. The countless family trips, birthdays and holidays meant you grew up around Joel and as you got older your view of him definitely changed.

Since you matured, so had your taste in men. Your first boyfriend in high school was barely even a boy, he was a small minded child with more interest in his baseball ‘career’ than you. He did lots of things that you now realize are the exact opposite of what you want in someone.

You now find yourself chronically single with a few stories to tell along the way. You also hate to admit that over the last couple of those shared holidays and trips that your eyes had started to linger on a particular man.

A man who you definitely should not be looking at that way. Somehow your brain had latched onto the idea that Joel Miller was the perfect man for you. He was caring and sweet and drop dead gorgeous. He was gorgeous in a rugged way, his brown messy waves and deep amber eyes. His cheeks were always covered in stubble. Stubble you wanted to feel between your thighs.

Only problem is, every time you start to think like that, you're reminded that he’s your dads best friend. You hang out with his daughter. It was wrong on so many levels, which only made you fall deeper.

You had caught yourself looking at him more than you care to admit, and him reciprocating just as much. That’s why you wanted to wear the black bathing suit, you knew he’d look.

—————

The morning of the trip was here and you were starting to get nervous. You were going to be trapped on the same small vessel as your biggest crush and your dad. That would throw anyone off.

You finished packing your bag and headed downstairs to find your dad making coffees for you both. As you swing into the kitchen you see another large form, wide shoulders stretching the canvas jacket. Joel turned around with a mug in one hand and rubbed the top of your head with the other. Your heart almost stopped beating for a second as he pulled you into a side hug.

“Hey kiddo,” his voice rumbled through your body at the contact.

He messed up your hair as you pushed away. “Don’t call me that,” you scowled and pushed down your hair. God, you felt like an idiot.

Your dad handed you a travel mug and you made for the bench by the front door to put your boots on. Before you made it, you felt the weight of your backpack being lifted from your shoulder.

“I got it sweetheart, I’m loading up the car.” You almost thought it was your dad at first but you turned to find those amber eyes next to yours. He squeezed past you in the small hallway, his whole body was practically rubbing against yours as he passed. He never called you anything like sweetheart.

He was gone before you could register and left you to put on your shoes.

You made your way to the driveway and Joel held the car door open for you. You settled into the seat behind the driver and he shut the door after you. Also new. The muffled boom of Joel's voice calling for your dad was the only noise until Sarah hopped in next to you. You were starting to dread the next almost 2 hour drive to the lake, having to sit behind Joel and not go crazy as your eyes connected through the rear view mirror.

—————

The boat they rented this year was a little bigger to your surprise. Your dad always made the overnight trip really special; Joel teaching you guys how to fish, making s'mores on the tiny gas stove and stargazing on the water. This year they really went all out, they got a slightly nicer one with a fancy bathroom and everything.

The whole reason you guys started this tradition was because Joel really liked fishing and knew how to drive a boat. He just rented a different one every year. This year it came with cushy seats, full sized beds and a little seating area on the deck. Most of your morning was spent reading on that deck as Joel and your dad set sail. You were thankful your dark sunglasses covered your lingering gaze that slid over Joel's form. Fuck, how could you not? His shirt was soaked with sweat as he worked the boat, muscles straining as he went about his tasks. You had no idea what he was actually doing, so distracted by his movements.

He seemed to be finished as he wiped his hands on a rag and sat himself next to you, slumping down with a sigh.

“Hey, where’s my kid?” He squinted down at your book. Nosey.

“She’s napping. Complained about waking up early.” You yanked your book away with a frown.

“Geez, that girl.” He put his hand on your knee as he stood up. Your skin was instantly on fire. “I’m gonna make some burgers, want one?”

All you could manage was a nod.

—————

The rest of the afternoon was pretty tame. You guys found a spot on the water you liked and the men started fishing and you and Sarah went to your shared room to change. Once you were ready you went to the small kitchen to grab some lemonade… and maybe add some of that vodka your dad brought. While your dad didn't care that you drank, being of legal age and all, he didn't endorse you letting Sarah drink, since she was a few years younger than you. But what he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Plus you poured Sarah half a shot, she'd be fine.

You two sat out there gossiping and reading books and magazines. You did decide to wear the black suit, the one that made your boobs look great. And boy did it pay off.

Since Joel and your dad were sharing the small deck with you guys, you had a perfect view of him. Even better, he had a perfect one of you. You caught him looking at you more often than not. You were actually kind of surprised that your dad didn't notice, or Sarah. But why question a good thing.

After the sun went down everyone changed and you all stargazed on the deck in the warm summer night until finally heading to bed. You and Sarah were sharing a tiny room and an even smaller bed, and while you never minded before, for some reason you couldn’t find a way to get comfortable. You tried your best to fall asleep, hoping the movement of the water would put you out. Once you saw the small clock glowing ‘2:26am’ you decided to go up and get some water, or maybe just stretch your legs.

You made your way up the narrow staircase into the main area where a small couch sat. The small couch that Joel was sitting on.

“Hey, what are you doin’ up?” He looked like he had been awake for a while too. You didn't know he wore glasses. He looked cute.

Fuck.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you rubbed your tired eyes, trying to focus on his face.

“‘M sorry darlin’, need anything?” He stood up from the couch, which was really just a bench with a blanket. He led you into the kitchenette and you waited as he poured you some water.

“Thanks… why are you still awake?” You sipped your water as he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m always worried somethin’s gonna happen to the boat if I fall asleep.” He watched as you finished your glass and put it in the sink. “You havin’ fun at least? I know we haven’t done much yet.”

“Ya I’m having a great time! I like doing nothing,” you admitted with a small giggle. “Plus I like watching you guys struggle with the fish.” That made both of you laugh under your breath.

“I like watching you too, sweetheart.”

Wait.

What?

You kind of just stared at him a little wide eyed while your brain processed his words. He had a sweet smile on his face like he didn’t just drop that bomb. He looked back at you and smiled wider when he saw the look on your face, the absolute shock that made your mouth slack open.

You were unsure of what to do at this point, it’s like your dreams were coming true but you had no idea how to handle it. Thank god he handled it himself by brushing his hand over your cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You were pretty sure you malfunctioned because all you could do was stand there, unsure of how to take it.

“You looked so pretty, you always look so pretty.” He was staring at your lips now, clearly past the point of hiding this.

“Joel…” You almost wanted to pull away, this was kind of wrong.

His hand was still cupping your jaw, like he was unwilling to part from touching you. He looked into your eyes as he pulled you closer. Your heart was in your chest, this was wrong, you should pull away but couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point.

Your lips connected and you instantly melted, he was so warm and big, holding you in his strong arms. He held your waist close, pressing you against him.

The kiss was… something else. No one had ever kissed you like that before, maybe that’s the difference between boys and men.

His tongue slid over yours and you were lost, you both were. All semblance of shyness was gone as you devoured each other. His lips were soft as silk and his muscled arms held you close and roamed your curves. Neither of you wanted to part, even for air until you heard a noise coming from below deck. You reluctantly scrambled away from each other, worried your dad or Sarah would be walking up the stairs.

“I– I’m sorry darlin’,” he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“Joel, I– it’s ok. Don't be sorry.”

There was a charged energy between you, like a spell neither of you wanted to break. He was the one to break first and he squeezed past you without so much as a look your way. You could tell he looked upset, ashamed almost and that hollow pit twisted in your stomach.

————

The rest of the trip went as usual, except for the fact that you and Joel couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

The only good thing was that your dad and Sarah were none the wiser. You weren't sure if Joel regretted the kiss or not, he seemed to have a permanent guilty look in his eyes. The memory of the kiss and the feeling of his lips on yours haunted you, unable to think of almost anything else.

When the boat docked at the end of the second day and as the group was gathering up the belongings to unload into the truck, you found yourself alone below deck with Joel.

Alone.

“Hey kiddo, ready to go home?” It was almost cold the way he regarded you now.

What the hell? What did you do? He can’t act all high and mighty, he kissed you! You only managed a scoff in response. That melted his icy exterior.

“Why ya givin’ me attitude?” His voice was just barely lower than normal volume, his thick brows knitted in the middle.

“Your acting like that was my idea last night.”

The left over desire from the previous night was boiling over into burning rage, but you couldn’t deny you were still soaking between your thighs.

“You kissed me, Joel!”

“Will you quit yellin’!” He backed you up against a section of wall in the small room. His deep rumble of a voice both angered you and turned you on.

“I’m not ye—,” your voice was cut of by his thick fingers covering your lips.

“Shut up. I swear darlin’, you’ve got a fucking mouth on you.” He was practically growling in your ear. You felt kind of filthy like this; pressed between a wall and Joel’s hard body, his hand smothering your sounds.

“You wanna get caught? Hmm?”

Your eyes sparkled back at him, almost begging him to fuck you here and now. Instead of indulging you, he took one last long look at you before turning away without another word.

—————

After he left you speechless below deck, Joel helped you pack the rest of the bags into the car and thus begun the 2 hour drive back. You sat behind Joel again, on purpose this time, knowing you had power over him now.

You spent the whole way home making eye contact with those big brown eyes in front of you. You did your best to convey your wanton need through your gaze, licking your lips and watching his eyes track the movement.

After you all said your final goodbyes, your dad ran inside to go to the bathroom and Sarah was passed out in the backseat, leaving you once again, alone with Joel.

“I had fun Joel, hope we can do it again sometime.” You refrained from hiding any of the sarcasm and giddy in your voice.

“You better watch yourself darlin’.” You could tell he really was worried about getting caught.

This was going to be fun.

#joel miller x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller #joel miller smut #the last of us #tlou #reader fanfiction #smut

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paradiqms · 10 months

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(9) to you, 2000 years from now.

hongjoong x fem!reader.

tags: angst, captain!hongjoong, royalty!reader, betrayals, misunderstandings, mentions of death, cruelty, fluff here n there, fantasy setting, strangers to lovers to enemies to..?

summary: after the death of your parents and near fall of your kingdom, you have no choice but to leave your first love in order to keep the kingdom in balance with you as the new ruler. years later, you see a familiar face - but instead of being in your arms, he's kneeling in front of the guillotine.

word count: 5.4k

networks: @cromernet

currently, nine out of ?

previous.

evening comes faster than you had expected. you had lost track of time during your impromptu café hopping session with wooyoung and san, trailing behind the two pirates as they tried every tester they could get their grubby hands on and convincing you to try them out as well. as unsettling as eridanus is, you couldn’t help but admit that their pastries are rather tasty.

maybe, you had pondered while trying another tester. i can ask for some to be sent to pyxis when i return.

‘when’ is quite a… hopeful choice of words, you realize after a minute.

it’s more of an ‘if’. if you ever return to your home kingdom, because a nagging piece of your consciousness is reasonable enough to put some sense into you that a certain cold hearted pirate captain might not be kind enough to let you live when you serve no use to him anymore. what exactly does he plan to do with you after the whole map reading ordeal is finished? you haven’t got the slightest clue.

the sound of crackling fire is the only thing that’s keeping you from being swallowed in complete silence. after keeping your promises to meet up during sunset, seonghwa had led you and the other two pirates towards the inn that hongjoong had rented for his crew to rest in. it’s a quaint, unassuming piece of stone architecture that stands a mere two-stories, located by the edge of eridanus’ city.

“head right in,” seonghwa had instructed once you arrived by the wooden door. “i’ll go find yunho and mingi.”

that exchange was approximately twenty minutes ago.

you can see hongjoong’s growing frustration quite clearly, the bright orange flame from the fireplace illuminating his features perfectly for you to see the way his jaw clenches and the deep frown he has on his lips.

“what’s taking them so damn long?” the captain groans, folding his arms over his chest as he leans backwards against the stone wall behind his seat. the dusty air is tense, and you can only fiddle with your fingers underneath the table in front of you while no one else dares to answer hongjoong’s exasperated question. you can feel san shift from one foot to another from his spot behind your seat, the young man opting to stand instead of sitting down like his bright red haired friend who seems a tad more relaxed compared to the others within the cramped common area of the inn.

there’s a sudden creak of an opening door, and everyone within the room turns their heads towards the source of the sound. you’re expecting to see the three men that you’ve been expecting to arrive almost half an hour ago, but instead, you’re met with the sight of a young woman.

the woman carries a tray with her, one that appears to have six pieces of porcelain cups neatly arranged atop. her gown seems simple and modest, colored in a dark brown that’s appealing to the eyes and contrasting with the clean, white apron that’s tied around her middle. you squint in an attempt to make out her features, but due to the poor lighting within the dark inn, you can’t see much of her face.

“good evening,” she greets, voice light and easy on the ears. “i see that the rest aren’t here yet.”

there’s a gentle chuckle coming from someone, and much, much to your surprise, you turn your head back forward just to be greeted with a smiling captain, dark eyes focused on the young woman who just came in.

“unfortunately.” hongjoong sighs. “but i can’t blame them entirely, it’s been a while since we’ve docked here.”

“they’ve gone sightseeing, i suppose?” the woman responds with a playful lift in her tone as she approches closer, and once she steps into the light from the flame in the fireplace, you can clearly see the way she returns hongjoong’s smile.

“they went to get drunk.” wooyoung claims from his spot.

“did they?” the woman tilts her head to raise an eyebrow at the red haired pirate. “hard to believe, since i would’ve expected you to follow them, wooyoungie.”

wooyoungie? you blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“i don’t drink on the job.” wooyoung huffs.

“lies,” you hear san butt in from behind you. “i have enough dirt on you to prove otherwise.”

“sannie, don’t be mean.” the woman scolds, her attention now on the pirate behind you.

a muscle twitches on your face. san is right behind you, and if she were to look at him, she would definitely notice you as well. however, that doesn’t seem to be the case, since she doesn’t spare you a single glance before deciding to place one of the cups from the tray that she’s been holding on top of hongjoong’s table.

“i made some tea for everyone.” she continues to smile at the captain, who returns it with one of his own a little too naturally for your liking. hongjoong mumbles a quick thanks before the woman turns to place another cup on wooyoung’s table, and then one more on your table.

“and this,” she says, eyeing the man behind you once again. “is for sannie.”

it takes all the strength you have not to grimace as she turns to walk away from your table, but before she does, you clear your throat.

“excuse me,” you speak. “i think you’re missing someone.”

the woman finally lets her gaze fall onto you, and the confused look on her face seems as if she’s questioning your entire presence within the inn.

“oh,” she blinks before gesturing towards hongjoong. “i’m sorry, but i only made tea for the gentleman over there and his friends.”

someone scoffs rather loudly, but you decide to ignore it. you’re not given the chance to respond to the woman by saying ‘hey, i came here on their damn ship, too.’ before hongjoong decides to butt in.

“she’s part of the crew,” the captain points out. “it would be appropriate for you to offer her some tea as well.”

there’s a beat of silence that follows hongjoong’s words, one that you can only describe as painfully awkward. the way that the woman’s sickening sweet smile fades away for the quickest moment doesn’t go unnoticed by your eyes, but before the others could catch on, she’s back to her cheery expression.

“i see,” she says as her hands place another cup on your table. “i apologize, i just didn’t expect for the pirate king to recruit a woman onto his ship.”

the woman doesn’t lift her fingers from the rim of the cup even after she places it down onto the wooden table. instead, she keeps her gaze on you for a moment, eyes scanning you from top to bottom. you return her stare, jaws clenched and teeth chewing on the innerside of your bottom lip.

“especially one that looks rather… unbefitting for life at sea.” she continues as she removes her hand from the cup.

“trust me,” you decide to play along, reaching over to grab the porcelain cup and pull it closer to you. “i didn’t have much say in it either. if you’d like any more details, feel free to ask wooyoungie over there.”

as you sip on your tea, the sound of wooyoung spluttering on his drink reaches your ears, and you can’t help the satisfied smile from growing on your lips as you watch the woman’s own smile falter.

nobody gets the chance to say anything afterwards when the front door of the inn is suddenly flung open, the wooden material slamming against the stone wall with enough force that could easily break the sctructure. the legs of someone’s chair screeches against the cold floor, and you don’t bother to turn around and figure out whose, because the sight before your eyes is one that’s hard to break away from.

“sorry for the delay,” seonghwa says from his spot by the doorway. “i had some… issues while looking for these two imbeciles.”

issues seems to be quite an understatement. what you and the others within the room are looking at is more of a whole mess - seonghwa and mingi currently have their arms wrapped around a seemingly unconscious yunho, his head hanging low as he’s dragged inside by the other two men. someone whizzes pass your table to reach the trio, and you watch as the woman fusses over yunho’s unresponsive state.

“is he hurt?” she questions, her tray of teacups placed somewhere else, giving her the chance to place her hands on yunho’s cheeks to lift his head up, allowing her and the rest of the people in the room to get a good look at his face thanks to the light from the fireplace.

“no,” mingi breathes out. “just drunk beyond saving.”

“called it.” wooyoung decides to comment from afar, earning himself a hard glare from seonghwa that immediately shuts the younger pirate up.

“what the hell happened?” hongjoong steps closer, no longer comfortably seated.

“yunho and i decided to go for a few drinks while waiting for sunset,” mingi explains as he follows the woman towards a vacant seat, carefully placing yunho down. “i didn’t think he’d go overboard and get himself this drunk.”

“bullshit.” hongjoong scowls. “what’s with the cuts on your faces, then?”

you feel your heart drop to your stomach the moment you heard hongjoong’s words, and only now do you notice the small slashes and grazes on all three of their skin. you’re unable to see very clearly due to the lighting and the fact that they’re seated quite far from your own spot, but you hope that it’s nothing too serious.

mingi doesn’t respond this time, opting to look somewhere else and keep his eyes low as if he’s avoiding his captain’s angry gaze. sensing the fact that he won’t answer him, hongjoong turns to look at seonghwa instead, trusting that his quartermaster would be sensible enough to offer him a more truthful story.

“... bar fight.” seonghwa responds in one breath. “i don’t know how it started, but i heard the commotion and went to check it out. lo and behold, i caught these two fighting for their damn lives against some thugs and one of them knocked yunho out. i came in and got them out before anything else could happen.”

the room turns quiet once again. the woman decides to exit the room in a hurry, mumbling about getting something to clean the wounds with. you’re expecting for hongjoong to get angry and lecture the trio for being reckless, spewing stuff about how they should know better and not cause any unnessecary trouble.

to your surprise, he doesn’t.

the woman comes back into the room several moments later, and she carries with her a basket that you can safely assume contains a bunch of supplies to clean the open wounds. she settles the basket on top of the table, and you can hear the glass bottles that most porbably contain alcohol clinking against each other.

as she places her hand under seonghwa’s chin to lift his face up and inspect his cuts better, her own face mere inches away from his, you suddenly can’t watch anymore.

the way you quickly look away doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain captain.

“yoona.” hongjoong calls out, and the woman turns to face him.

ah, you note. so that’s her name.

“would you be so kind as to escore the rest of the crew to their rooms? i need to talk with these three for a moment.” hongjoong flashes a quick smile, and yoona obeys diligently.

“of course.” she says, letting go of seonghwa’s face before gesturing for you, san, and wooyoung to follow her. you do exactly that, lifting yourself off from your seat and trailing behind the other two pirates as they follow yoona up the small wooden stairs that lead to the second floor.

yoona explains how three of the boys will share one room, and another three will share another one.

“as for you,” she refers to you without even turning to look you in the eyes. “i didn’t expect an extra guest, so you will have a seperate room for yourself.”

“brilliant.” you respond. yoona doesn’t say anything any further as she hands you the keys to your room, hastily making her way back down to the common area afterwards.

you feel yourself let go of a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding as soon as yoona is out of frame. the silver keys are cold to the touch, and you waste no more time before shoving them into the keyhole of your designated room, wanting nothing more than to rest.

just as you hear the click of the door unlocking, someone whistles behind you.

“looks like you’ve got some competition, your highness.” wooyoung’s voice reaches your ears. you’re glad that you have your back turned against him, because it gives you all the freedom to roll your eyes as hard as you can without his knowledge.

“bold of you to assume that i care.” you respond, offering no further words as you turn the doorknob before pushing the door open.

“really?” wooyoung steps closer, his shoes clicking against the wooden panel floors. “not even when she’s making googly eyes at the captain?”

your fingers tighten their grip around the doorknob as you suck in a deep breath, exhaling slowly afterwards in an attempt to calm yourself down. with a strained smile plastered on your lips, you turn around to face the red haired pirate.

“no. now go to your room, jung wooyoung.”

“wow, you sound like seonghwa now.” the cheeky grin on wooyoung’s face merely grows as he continues. “ah, i get it! you’re not jealous since you’ve got eyes on-”

“goodnight!”

wooyoung’s taunts are promptly cut off by the sound of your door slamming shut right in his face. you can hear his cackles from behind the wooden structure, followed by a bid goodnight with a teasing tilt in his voice. a small scoff falls from your lips as you step away from the door, approaching the single-size bed that’s positioned by the corner of the small room.

the sheets are neat and clean, colored with a dark green that matches the wooden frame. there’s a double-hung window right next to the bed, one that currently has the bottom sash opened and allowing cold evening air to enter the room. if there were any lit candles, they would’ve gone out with a single breeze - luckily, the room is illuminated with a warm, yellow tinted glow coming from an oil-lamp that sits neatly atop the nightstand located next to the bed.

it’s cozy, you think. it’s nothing grand, far from the luxurious comfort of the royal chamber you’ve had for your entire life - but you suppose anything is better than having to rest on a hammock tied between two pillars of a constantly moving vessel.

placing the keys on top of the nightstand, you take your time to look outside the window, even when there’s nothing to even look at. the streets are eerily empty, and a breath of night air whistles past your ears, making you shiver. without any more thought, you reach above your head to hold onto the sash of the window just to bring it back down, closing it properly for your own comfort.

your fingers find the wick adjuster of the oil-lamp, twisting it counterclockwise until the flame goes out entirely. the room dims after the flame’s glow is extinguished, leaving only the gentle beam of moonlight leaking from the glass window. with a soft sigh, you settle yourself down onto the mattress, lying down against the clean sheets and staring at the ceiling above.

with a silent wish to see your homeland once again, you close your eyes, falling into a comfortable sleep.

there’s an itch on your back.

it feels like you’re lying down on a rough surface, miniscule sprinkles of some kind of dirt prickling against your skin through the thin fabric of your outerwear. you feel yourself rumble out a lazy groan, wanting to roll over from your current position just to get away from whatever that you’re lying on – but you’re unable to do so.

your limbs feel heavy for a reason you can’t explain, particularly your legs. the ache in your thighs feels as if you’ve been travelling on foot for miles. the bottom of your feet are sore as well, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of the pain that’s spreading along your soles.

just as you’re about to gently pull yourself out of your lazy slumber, an abrupt sweep of cold water washes over your feet that reaches up just below your knees, and you’re startled wide awake from the sheer temperature that could rival any snowy land.

it hurts as soon as you open your eyes. there’s a bright shine coming from the sky, one that’s far too bright for you at the moment, prompting you to cover your eyes with your hand. blinking once, twice, and a few swivels of your head left and right to take in your surroundings, are all it takes for you to finally register your current situation.

the sea water rises up again, small foamy waves climbing the shore and reaching over to the spot of damp sand you’re currently sitting on. you pull your legs closer to yourself to avoid getting your feet soaked by the water again, and you eventually notice the way you’re barefoot. without any shoes on, the reddened blisters and cuts that decorate your feet are out in perfect display.

you frown. it explains the ache and soreness, but you’re clueless on how you got them. hell, you’re clueless on why you’re even on a beach.

weren’t you… somewhere else? you can’t bring yourself to remember anything, even when you know something isn’t right. you opt to shake your head, deeming your uneasiness as some kind of post nap confusion. so, to freshen up and hopefully get yourself on your bearings again, you decide to move closer towards the water with the intention to wash away the sleepiness.

another wave comes in, and you bend down to collect some water with cupped hands, but you’re stopped halfway through when you catch a glimpse of your reflection.

have you… always looked like this? why do you look so tired, and so different? there are wrinkles on your visage that you don’t remember having, and the dark discolorations under your eyes are somehow more prominent than ever before. it’s as if you’ve aged up for god knows how many years. you reach a hand up to gently place your fingers over the skin of your face, and you grimace at how dry it feels. must’ve been the heat from the sun, you ponder, taking your sweet time to stare at your own features before the water descends back.

you’re startled once again when someone places their hand over your shoulder from behind, and you’re met with an unfamiliar face as you turn around. a man stands tall behind you, dressed in simple clothing that consists of a white long-sleeved shirt and trousers that are neatly folded up to his knees. his hair seems to be just as nicely kept like the rest of his appearance, dark medium length locks neatly tied in a loose bun with a few stray strands framing his chiseled face.

you tilt your head for a moment. you’ve never seen this man before, and yet, you feel yourself break into a fond smile. his name, one that you’ve never heard of, manages to slip out of your mouth as easy as the sea breeze blows at the back of your head, making the tangled strands of your hair obscure your vision for a moment. there’s a chuckle that escapes from the man in front of you as he reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ears.

“look who’s finally awake,” the man smiles, crouching down to meet you at eye level. “are you well rested?”

“… yes.” you breathe out reluctantly. “but my feet are sore.”

“i would be surprised if they weren’t.” the man sighs before properly settling himself down to sit next to you. “we’ve been travelling on foot for days.”

you blink. there’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but it never comes out. you can’t tell whether it’s because you’re far too confused to even speak it out, or it’s because the unfamiliar looking man beside you suddenly… feels very familiar.

he looks unfamiliar, yes, but the aura that he’s giving and the way he makes your heart squeeze in a way that only one person has ever been able to do feels all too familiar to call this man a complete stranger. you feel comfortable with him sitting beside you like this, in the middle of an unknown beach and feeling the salty breeze gust against your face as you stare at his side profile. you mutter out his name again, the syllables rolling off your tongue as if you’ve said his name a thousands times before, and he turns to look at you, lips slightly curved up.

there it is. the shine in his eyes, twinkling like the stars that you’ve always admired ever since the creation of your whole existence – a shine that you thought you’d never witness ever again.

it’s him, you realize, your first and only true love. he looks different, as different as you look yourself, but it’s him. no one else in the entire world could ever reach and have the very stars in his eyes, nor could anyone make your heart tremble the way he does.

“what?” he asks after a moment, and you smile as you notice his cheeks reddening. “is there something on my face?”

“no,” you shake your head. “i just… missed you, i suppose.”

‘miss’ feels like a very light word to describe whatever you’re currently feeling, but it’s the only word you can think of as you try your best not to burst into tears. to sit like this in his presence, talking normally without any malice or ill-will in sight, to hear his laughter and to see his smile – it feels like a dream.

a beautiful dream, but at the same time, it feels cruel. a piece of yourself knows that this may be the only way you could ever be like this with him again. in a dream.

you catch onto the way his features soften up after your words, and you’re not quite fast enough to turn away in attempt to hide the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. you feel his touch on your face soon enough, hands rough and callous, yet the way he holds you is so soft and loving, it only makes the tears fall faster and drop onto the awaiting sand.

“hey,” he whispers, quickly pulling you closer to wrap you in his embrace. “i’m here, i’m here.”

“please don’t go,” you grasp onto the fabric of his shirt as tightly as you can, as if you’re terrified that the heavens were to be cruel to you and snatch him away once more. “please, you can’t leave me, not again.”

all of the sudden, you feel like a young teenager again. to let go of yourself and be vulnerable in his arms while he holds you with as much care as he would hold a porcelain doll – it makes your heart ache.

“i won’t leave you,” he says, muttering into your hair as he hugs you just as tight as you’re holding onto him. “i will never leave you. i’ll find you in every lifetime, i promise.”

at his words, you feel yourself let out a small, humorless laugh. if he were to find you in every lifetime, you pray that none of them are similar to the one you’re experiencing now. you pray that you can be happy, genuinely happy, with him by your side and without any obstacles in your road to achieve the life you’ve always wanted with him.

“then i’ll be waiting for you,” you croak out, peeling yourself off of the man ever so slightly, just enough to tilt your head up and offer him a tearful smile. “i’ll always wait for you.”

the man returns your smile softly.

“you never change, starlight.” he whispers, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears. “then please, wait for me now. i’m afraid i can’t stay any longer.”

just as your grip on his shirt tightens, the man cups your face gingerly.

“don’t worry,” he chuckles, as if sensing your anxiety over his previous words. “i’ll come visit another time, okay? trust me.”

you wish to object, to cling onto him as if your life depended on it, to try and convince him to stay with you until the end - but instead, you nod. it’s as if, deep down, you know this isn’t real, that it’s bound to end as soon as you open your eyes and face the reality that only has a cold stare and an even colder heart waiting for you.

you feel the man place his hand over your eyes, prompting you to close them.

“wake up.”

you wake up in cold sweat.

the room is still dark. you blink a few times, and there’s a wetness in your eyes that you don’t remember having when you fell asleep. with a quick touch using the tips of your fingers, you come to realize that you were shedding tears in your slumber.

you don’t remember why, though. did you have a bad dream?

whatever the reason is, you can’t seem to fall back to sleep because of it. you toss and turn, but your head decides to start pounding and your eyes refuse to obey your wishes of wanting to rest some more. you feel yourself getting increasingly agitated, the migraine merely growing and making it feel as if your head is about to split in half. soon enough, you ultimately decide to get up from the comfort of the mattress.

maybe a quick stroll could help, you wonder.

you reach for the keys by the nightstand, shoving them into one of the many pockets you have on the pants you’re wearing before making your way towards the door.

the hallway of the second floor is as dark and quiet as one would expect it to be during the dead of night, but even from your current spot at the end of the coridor, you can make out the silhouette of a person standing by the other end, right at the top of the stairs. the person has their back turned on you, head slightly tilted downwards as if they’re watching whatever that has their attention in the common area downstairs.

they seem to have felt your eyes on them, because they quickly swivel their head around to catch your gaze. there’s a faint, barely-there glow of light that you can safely assume is coming from the fireplace by the common area, and you feel a quick thump in your chest once the person’s features are illuminated for you to make out with a bit of effort and a squint of your eyes.

hongjoong raises a curious brow at your presence, opting to turn himself around properly to face you. he has his arms crossed over his chest, and even with the poor lighting, you’re able to notice the way that he has a few buttons undone. you try your best to keep your eyes from travelling downwards.

“can’t sleep?” hongjoong speaks after a minute, leaning against the railing of the staircase. you give him a weak nod before stepping away from the doorway, closing your door with a soft click. the captain seems slightly surprised by the way you’re willingly approaching him, the gentle thumps of your shoes on the wooden floor getting closer by the second. he notices that you’ve decided to shed yourself off of some layers of your attire, leaving you in a simple white shirt that’s a few sizes too loose and a pair of trousers.

hongjoong steps to the side a little, just to give you enough space to stand next to him and peer down the stairs. he catches a whiff of your scent, as sweet and enticing as he remembers.

you don’t pay mind to the way hongjoong starts to cough and clear his throat next to you. instead, your attention is entirely on the situation that’s playing in the common area. you’re given a clear view of yoona, still wearing the attire you saw her in earlier, sitting down opposite to yunho, who seems to be conscious now. your eyes travel down a little, and you can see the way yoona has her hands clasped around yunho’s, placing them on her lap as she fiddles with the pirate’s long fingers.

they’re chatting about something, judging by the way their lips are moving, but you can only make out hushed whispers.

“you’re spying on them?” you turn to hongjoong, who immediately frowns at your accusation.

“hell no,” he scowls. “i’d rather step in puke than watch those two lovebirds.”

“lovebirds?” you question in slight disbelief.

hongjoong seems to realize what he had just said, and he’s quick to backtrack.

“they’re childhood friends,” the captain explains. “yunho is a local.”

“ah,” you nod. “no wonder you all seem so close.”

your words were that of pure understanding, but for some reason, you can hear an entertained scoff coming from the pirate beside you.

“it’s an act,” he says. “for me, at least. she’s the innkeeper’s daughter so we have to be nice and shit for free stay.”

you nod once again, eyes unwavering from their gaze on the two subjects of your conversation with hongjoong. for some reason, your chest feels a little lighter after what hongjoong had just told you.

“so if you’re not spying on them,” you start, fighting back the smile from growing on your lips as hongjoong narrows his eyes at you. “then what are you doing?”

the captain takes a minute to respond, and you give him all the time he wants.

“.... making sure yunho is okay.” he speaks after a moment, the tone of his voice becoming quieter than before. “being here in eridanus is going to be challenging for him.”

“why?” you decide to query. “i thought this was his homeland.”

“this is where he was born and raised, yes,” hongjoong tenses. “but that doesn’t mean this is his home. not after what happened.”

another question threatens to slip from your mouth, but you stop yourself by pursing your lips. something tells you that it’s best to keep yourself from interrogating any further about this subject. hongjoong seems to appreciate your silence by the way you can feel him relax next to you, breathing out a sigh.

“why couldn’t you sleep?” you decide to change the subject. is that what it is? you feel as if you can’t stand to just sit in silence with him right next to you. you’re unsure if it’s the inability to tolerate the awkward silence or if it’s the fact you just wish to talk to him more. either way, hongjoong responds to you lightly, and you’re glad.

“had a weird dream,” he explains. “woke up with the worst headache ever.”

you feel your heart stop for a second. that sounds awfully familiar, you think, because that’s exactly why you couldn’t sleep either.

“... i see,” you mumble. “i had a weird dream too. woke up crying like a kid.”

your lower lip aches from the way you’re relentlessly chewing on it, and hongjoong’s silence is not helping.

maybe, just maybe, he woke up crying as well? just how you woke up with a headache like he did?

even if he did, would it mean anything significant? or would it be a simple coincidence?

“i see,” hongjoong replies after what felt like hours of painful silence and feeling your chest beat uncontrollably. “didn’t think spoiled royals like you had anything to cry about.”

ah, you think. so it’s nothing.

all of the sudden, it’s quiet again.

hongjoong decides that he’s had enough, and you don’t even bother to turn and look at him as he pushes himself off from the railing, walking away afterwards. every step that he takes feels like a stab to your chest.

once it fades away, you’re left alone once again.

liar, you bitterly curse within your head.

you said you wouldn’t leave me.

next.

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As long as it’s not about love || Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x goth !fem! reader

A/N : I haven’t seen a lot of Eddie x goth/alt reader so I just absolutely had to! Also I'm so sorry. I've totally gone overboard with this but I couldn't stop– I swear, the things this man does to me …

Warnings: smut (18+) Minors DNI, oral sex; f! & m! receiving, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, cumming inside [don’t forget tho: Don’t be a fool, cover your tool!]

Word count : 7.3k

A one shot inspired by the song 'As long as it’s not about love' by Dio. Highly recommend listening! (I know the song came out in 2000 but it’s one of my favorites sooo-)

'From the first time we touched with our eyes, only magic could take away my heart.'

He had a tight grip on your hand, guiding you through the rowdy crowd. The stereo blared overhead, and young people stood to either side of you, the collection of empty shot glasses and beer mugs everywhere suggested career drinkers. The bar was hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the loud metal music that dominated the atmosphere.

He came to an abrupt halt, causing you to crush into his back. You gasped, wanting to apologize but before you even could as much as open your mouth, he was walking again. His long frizzy hair looked so inviting, your hands tingling at the thought of having them go through his pretty curls.

And as he walked in front of you, you took your time to admire him, notice every detail you could. Like how the back of his battle vest had a patch of one of your favorite bands on it; Dio, the last in line. Alone that made him incredibly attractive. Or how the zipper of his leather jacket sleeve was re-enforced with chains that would surely have made noises if it wasn't so loud in here...

You were snapped out of your daze as his grip tightened, it was almost like he was scared that if he let go, you'd simply vanish. Granted, you were scared of that very same thing. How often would you meet a person you clicked with the way you did with him?

"You okay back there?" He peaked over his shoulder, smiling at you so sweetly you almost had a heart attack. You couldn't answer, too engrossed in his brown hues that held so much mischief, and so much mystery. Perhaps, that's what attracted you to him the most; that peculiar behavior you had picked up on right from the bet.

"Hey, hey, hey. You still there?" He'd turned around at this point, his hand still holding yours, but the smile on his face was replaced by a worried frown. "If you want to stay for the rest of the gig, I understand. I just thought, maybe we could scram and-"

"Eddie." You stopped him before he could ramble on, hand squeezing his assuringly. You didn't know him for long, but saying his name like that made the butterflies in your stomach come to life. You could say his name again and again, over and over and over again ... Eddie. Eddie. Eddie!

He looked at you, and even in the dimly lit room he could see your beautiful e/c orbs, they looked so vibrant and alive in contrast to your dark eye make-up. You were gorgeous, it was almost like you weren't even real. But your warm, sweaty hand in his, squeezing it so tight, convinced him otherwise. Your h/c hair clung to your forehead and neck, and your black velvety dress to your body like a second skin, and he found himself wondering how you'd managed to survive the night in this thing. Oh, what he would give to rip it off you...

His heart skipped a beat as your dark red painted and pierced lips etched up in a genuine smile; one that made all his worries vanish, all his insecurities disappear. His heart pounded against his chest, he was almost worried you would be able to hear it, though that would've been impossible with the loud music filling everyone's ear drums.

"Shut up and keep going."

"Yes ma'am!" You smiled as he wasted no time, body pushing through the crowd with you walking closely behind him just like you did before.

Once you were outside the stifling bar, Eddie watched as you rummaged through your bag before you twirled a lighter between your fingertips, raising it to the tip of your smoke and ignited it with practiced expertise. You inhaled, ensuring that the thing was evenly lit before you pulled back and rested your back against a wall.

"You don't mind, do you?"

He shook his head, walking over to stand beside you. Of course he didn't mind, the stash of weed in his trailer popped up in his mind and he silently snickered to himself.

Not before long, Eddie's eyes shifted to be on you, and he just watched, which was a rare occasion –Eddie loved talking. But he was in a trance, your red lipstick stained the tipping paper as you exhaled the smoke with your eyes closed, enjoying the first drag. His orbs trailed down to your black velvety dress yet again, it reached a few centimeters above your knees and softly hugged your curves in all the right places. Your outfit was pimped with fishnets, and scarlet creepers.

There was something so dark, eerie and mysterious about you –aside from your gothic appearance– and the town's freak was smitten. In fact, he was from the very first time he saw you sip on a beer, watching some unknown metal band perform. And even more so when he got a chance to talk to you. You were smart, feisty and not afraid to speak up if things bothered you; that much he was able to pick up by now.

The car ride was dominated by loud music being played, both your heads moving along to the heavy bass, your voices surely obnoxiously loud singing along to Welcome home, by Metallica.

And you couldn't help but steal a few longing glances, drinking in all that was him. His hair that swayed whenever he'd pop his head back and forth to the rhythm, his eyes that would shift to look at you here and there, and his hands with all those pretty rings. You caught yourself wondering what it'd be like to feel his fingertips glide over your bare skin. Feeling his breath against your neck as he whispers sweet things into your ear, the cold feeling of his rings against your hot skin...

"I know a great place where we could chill for a while if you'd be, uhh... up for that?" He talked over the music, head shifting in your direction to look at you quizzically.

A lake. It was a beautiful lake he'd let you to. Since you moved here, you didn't get the chance to explore Hawkins, so you were grateful he showed you such beauty. Though, you were much more interested in the man laying next to you. His head propped up by his arms, he looked so peaceful watching the sky.

On the way here, you had both gotten rid of your shoes, wanting to feel the grass, soft and mellow beneath your soles. You loved being barefoot in these cozy months of blossom, even in the middle of the night.There was a kind of freedom to it, that natural feel you suppose. It was good, calming.

Eddie could see the reflection of the landscape which he had grown so familiar over the years, with he knew every tree and pebble in sight. He knew the lone mountain in the distance, towering above everything in sight and yet, still seeming astonishingly small and overpowered by his thought and feelings. At the foot of it, a pine forest unfolded and spread all around the water. There was the mist, creeping down from the mountains, sneaking its way between the thick tree trunks. And right next to him were you; laying in the grass,staring at the night sky as the moon illuminated your features.

Have you ever felt drawn to someone? Felt an irresistible attraction? A mystical power compelling you to get closer to someone and get to know them? Yes? Well,this was exactly how Eddie felt. He didn't know if he was just crazy or if this was real, but he was keen to find out.

"Fuck, shit ... god-fuckin' damnit." He cursed, causing you to look over at him, surprised at his sudden outburst. He looked conflicted, teeth chewing on his lower lip nervously, hands fumbling with one of his rings.

"I really, really, REALLY want to kiss you right now." Your heart beat picked up, surprised at his straight forwardness. But that's just how Eddie was, he was loud, and blunt and if he wanted something, god forbid!

"Then do it" you breathed out, giggling once you saw him exhale the breath he'd been holding. And he grinned, boyish and mischievous, so absolutely charming it made you want to jump at him, devour him.

His chain that was attached to his jeans rattled as he scooped closer, his hair now ticking your skin as his lips hovered over your own. The warm feeling of his breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. His smell was intoxicating, though you couldn't say what exactly he smelled like, it was a mixture of scents. Beer,cigarettes and sweat. It all was just ... Eddie.

"So.. Just to make sure once again, uh, you're alright with it, right?" He spoke softly, fingers gently brushing over your sides. You shuddered.

"Yes."

There wasn't a moment of hesitation. His mouth was on yours, and you stopped breathing. He shuddered as he felt the cold sensation of the piercings that decorated your lips, and there was a sound from the back of his throat, half groan, half moan. Little shivers of pleasure and panic shot through you, as your brain stopped working. Sealing the tiny space between, you pressed against him, digging your fingers into his hair. It was soft, silky, just as you had imagined. You sparked alive, your heart swelled to the point of near bursting. The rush of sensations crawling across your body was maddening. Scary. Thrilling.

His hands were on your hips, and he lifted you up as if you were made of air. Your legs wrapped around his waist and soon you were straddling his lap, but your lips remained sealed. It was like you couldn't get enough of each other. You were devouring one another, drowning in each other. In him you'd found someone to connect with that night, someone that made you feel alive. Someone that wasn't as shallow as everyone else around you.

Your kiss slowed, becoming tender and infinitely more. It was like you were getting to know each other on an intimate level. Though that part usually came after getting to know each other emotionally, it didn't bother either of you, not in that moment of neediness, that moment of wanting to feel each other. You were breathless and dazed, unprepared for all of this, but your body ached for more than just kisses and touching– for more of him. And you knew he did, too. His body shook like yours. It was easy to get lost in him, lost in this connection between you. The world–the universe– simply ceased to exist.

"Eddie." You said, once he pulled away, almost wheezing for air at this point, "Want you." You didn't know why. Why you were here, at some place unknown, with someone you had just met, someone you didn't know much about.

And there was no reasonable answer to that question. Because the one answer you did come up with, was more than unreasonable.

What was rational about thinking he was the one you'd been searching for? The answer was simple. Nothing. It was just a feeling you had, a feeling that you weren't able to get rid of from the moment he clumsily asked if you'd want a drink. The moment he smiled at you so vibrant and free, it pulled you in. The moment you realized he wasn't a superficial person, wasn't like the many men you had encountered before.

His brown orbs met yours and he tilted his head to the side playfully, a shit eating grin playing on his lips. He thought you were the cutest thing, sitting there on his lap, lips swollen and dark red lipstick smudged. He was sure he had it all over his mouth, too, but there was nothing more appealing and romantic than that very thought. For Eddie Munson, that is.

"Here? Ya want me... right here?" His eyebrows raised, the grip he had on your waist never once loosened. "Well to be honest, I thought we could listen to some mind–blowing, ass–kicking music while this continues, but I guess ..." he sighed dramatically, "...I guess this'll have to do..."

You nudged his side, pouting adorably as you removed your hands from his curls completely, though all in good humor. Eddie's eyes, however, momentarily widened, hoping you didn't get the wrong idea. And, of course you didn't, but you decided to play your part a little longer, wondering how he'd try to convince you that he was merely joking.

And so you moved a little, implying that you'd get off his lap, but he was fast to snake his arms around your middle, keeping you in place.

"No, no, no, no, no! I want you, like, so bad. Like, crazy bad. Absolutely mind-exploding bad." He rambled, and you couldn't help but giggle at his cute antics, ultimately breaking character. "In fact, I want you so bad that I would totally kick my own ass if you would just up and leave now and–"

You shut him up with the rocking of your hips against his, lips connecting anew, and you could've sworn he gasped at your sudden and bold movement. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his insistent mouth was parting your shaking lips, sending wild tremors along your nerves, evoking from your sensations you had never known you were capable of feeling. He hummed into your mouth, a pleasant sound, one that reminded you of comfort, of home.The low timbre of his voice made you shiver as he was this close.

"Guess that means you'll stay.", he muttered against your lips, and his hands moved from your waist to your back and his fingers fumbled with your dress' zipper. He parted, only to look at your flurried face, eager to drink it that expression you wore.

"I can take it off right? That must've been so uncomfortable ..."

"Says the guy with a leather jacket and a battle vest on." You rebutted, glaring at him playfully. "But we could also just get rid of it while we're at it." And before he could say or do anything, you beat him to his plans as your fingers already took a hold of his jackets, sliding both off his shoulders in one go. And he didn't complain– only helped you by wiggling out of his utterly unnecessary clothing as he tossed it to the side carelessly.

You stared at the shirt he still wore, fingers gliding over the fabric. "Hellfire club?" You raised an eyebrow as you finally got to ask the question that had been on the tip of your tongue for a while.

"It's a Dungeons & Dragons club. I'm kinda like .. the head of 'em. " He explained, one hand finally unzipping your dress while you were too engrossed in the shirt's print and his sweet little bats tattoo that you spotted on his forearm. You wondered how many more tattoos he was hiding under that shirt of his...

"Oh! That satanic role-play game!" You teased, lips curling up into a smirk. "Should I be scared of you now? Since you're a cult leader and all.."

"Oh most definitely! Don't you see how utterly sinful I am behaving?" With those words, he slid your dress up, and over your head while you worked your arms out of the sleeves. The metalhead stared, your black laced bra leaving little to nothing to the imagination. And you gasped, the chilly night air finally hitting your exposed , heated skin and leaving goosebumps in its waking.

"I must've closed a damn good deal with the devil."

His words were spoken softly, eyes admiring your breasts, he surely didn't expect this. The see-through material clearly showed that both your nipples were decorated with cute metal jewelries, and he couldn't wait to flick and lick away at them.

Suddenly you felt self conscious, all you wanted to do was hide from his burning gaze. You blushed, lips pulled into a frown as you squirmed in your place. You weren't usually a shy person when it came to undressing or showing off, but somehow it was different with Eddie. You felt like a damn virgin under his observance.

"Uh-uh." He clicked his tongue, somehow knowing what you were about to do, but he gently took both of your wrists, holding on to them so you couldn't hide away. "Not gonna happen. Abso–fucking–lutely not."

"Then don't stare like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like..like –"

"Like I totally want to rip that useless thing off you?" He asked, grinning as his lips came up to your ear, his fingertips already trailing over your back as he hooked a finger under the fabric. You were too distracted by his warm breath tickling your cheek to realize what he was doing, his scent invading your nostrils and causing your brain to go blank momentarily.

"That's most likely because I do." You didn't know how–or when– he did it, but from one second to the other, he'd already opened your bra clip, leaving you no time to react as your bra was removed, quick hands slipping the straps off your shoulders, as the piece of fabric landed in your lap.

"Creep." You muttered and watched him throw your bra into the same direction he'd tossed his jacket to; somewhere completely abandoned.

Eddie smiled at your insult, his eyes taking in the sight of your fully exposed chest. "Fuck." He harshly whispered as he moved forward, taking one of your breasts in his hand, the cold sensation of his rings against your burning skin made you gasp, "You're fucking perfect." He ran his thump and pointer finger over your nipple, taking your piercing between them and you whined, the metalhead's eyes cutting to yours with a boyish grin on his face.

"Did that feel good?" You barely had any time to think of an answer before he took your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping over and over, pulling out all kinds of pretty sounds from you. A strained whine left your lips as he rolled your piercing around on his tongue, playing with it. God, he would've given up his whole music collection if it meant he could hear more of this.

You tangled your hands into his wild curls, feeling his lips move on to leave little kisses everywhere he could reach. The feeling of his mouth so warm and wet on your bare skin sent a burst of heat straight to your core and made it ache as a small sound escaped you.

Your nails grazed his scalp and you felt the man underneath you shudder, making you seethe with desire. You continued your ministrations on his hair, pressing your fingers into the tender parts of his scalp and scraping it gently, combing back his hair repeatedly with your fingers.

"I think I like this." Eddie sighed out, your eyes locked with his own, and you couldn't find it in you to look away. Eddie Munson held you in an immobile trance, and the bastard knew what he was doing to you, too.

You held his head in your hands now from the back, supporting yourself. Eddie had his arms wrapped around you, settling on your lower back. He smiled up at you sweetly, licking his lips, his eyes intent on you as you took the chance to reach your hands out to impatiently slide his shirt up and over his torso, shoulders, and head before you tossed the fabric onto the ground.

Finally you could take a good look at him and the tattoos littering his skin, eyes taking in everything he had to offer. As you continued to stare, you came to the realization that Eddie was the epitome of perfect in your books quite honestly. Your eyes shamelessly gazed at the soft, plush skin that stretched across his abdomen and pectorals. You could clearly see the definition in the soft light of the moon, leaving hints of abs and –dare you say–delicious pecs. They were gently raised on his chest and expanded with every soft inhale he made.

Eddie didn't say anything, didn't stop you when your hands came up to his chest, fingertips grazing his skin. He just watched you, enjoying the attention on him. Because quite honestly, he didn't get it very often. In fact, there's never been a woman that looked at him the way you did, burning his face, his body into your memory so intensely. Engrossed into the artwork on his skin, you admired the piece on his right inner forearm, probably your favorite followed by his bats tattoo.A puppet. Weird, metal, and so absolutely fitting for him.

"I love your tattoos." you cooed, shifting closer before you let your lips trail over his chest, tongue gently lapping over the inked skin on his left side. Your fingers played with his guitar pick necklace, as he hummed appreciatively.

When you were finished admiring and touching, you allowed your eyes to travel further down. There was a trail of black hair that laid flat against his lower stomach, trailing underneath the waistband of his ripped jeans. You felt your face get warmer as you stared at his groin now, seeing that there was a prominent bulge in a protruding outline.

Taking a deep breath in, you gently placed your hand on his groin, cupping his bulge ever so gently. Your heartbeat raced in your chest and your breath stuttered. It was thick from what you could feel in your hands, you wondered how he'd feel inside of you.

"Holy mother of Jesus." Eddie's fingertips were still gliding over your back, hands slightly shaky. His words just egged you on even more as you rubbed his dick through his pants with more pressure, the stimulation made Eddie groan. The noise he made was so fucking hot, and you wanted more. You wanted to hear him moan and tell you how good it felt.

Surprised at your own thoughts, you realized that you were trembling. You needed to regain your composure.You had never really wanted something like that before, but something about this man made you feral on the inside. Just the thought of him made you release pheromones and you could feel your arousal, hot and slick inside your panties.

You gently moved off his lap, sitting next to him now, your cheeks flushed and heart beating wildly against your chest because of what you're about to do.

"Can I?"

Eddie looked almost offended at your question, hand coming up to where his heart is, "How rude!" His face came dangerously close to you, lips hovering over your ear. "Of course you can! Want you to show me how good your pretty little mouth feels around my cock."

Your face burned red as you leaned down, using every bit of confidence you could muster. And so you slowly, and with shaking hands, opened his black leather belt before lowering his bottoms, coarser tufts of hair appeared. He obviously kept it trimmed up and you were appreciative. You basically drooled and you took his jeans and briefs down far enough and reached in gently to remove his dick so it wouldn't spring out. As soon as you wrapped your hand around it to pull it out, you felt him twitch.

"Mmmm... fuck." You audibly heard Eddie moan, and as you looked at his face, he had his eyes half closed, lips pressed together firmly.

Removing it from its covers, your eyes widened at the extremity. His cock was thick and decently long, standing proud in your hand. You could barely wrap your whole hand around it. A vein ran up the bottom of his shaft and spiraled halfway around the circumference to the tip of it. You gave an experimental stroke or two and felt how soft it was and how easily your skin glided across it. There was no way to describe it other than pretty.

At your more prominent actions, Eddie let out a hum, bucking his hips up and therefore moving his cock in your soft hand, begging to be touched. You swore he couldn't get any harder than this, but he proved you wrong. The tip was an angry red and he became hotter to the touch. The blood flowing through him made his arousal more outstanding than ever. You couldn't help but stare at the throbbing dick in your hand, squeezing it gently again, earning yourself another groan from the man of the hour.

Stroking him a couple more times, you leaned your head closer, breath fanning over his throbbing length. A trail of clear precum leaked out of his hot tip, and you stroked it a couple more times before enveloping it with your lips, flattening your tongue and sucking off the sticky liquid.

You felt a hand snake in your hair and gently grip your locks, encouraging you to continue. "You're gonna be the death of me." He growled, pushing your head down with encouraging pressure as you enveloped him, sinking your head down to accommodate his length in your wet mouth. But holy fuck, having him moan and grip your hair as you felt his rings against your scalp was a major turn on, and it motivated you to do whatever it took to pleasure him.

You continued your onslaught of moving your head, sucking, licking, and moving your tongue on his dick and you could tell he was holding back from just fucking your face by his restrained bucks into your mouth. It was hot.

He watched as your lipstick blemished his cock, pierced lips working wonders, but if anything it only made him grow harder at the sight.

"You're so beautiful, blowing me so well." You groaned at his compliment, and it turned you on even more. He was definitely a little too good at this. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, and Eddie let out a choked moan. You slackened your mouth more, speeding up and letting his dick hit the back of your throat. Time and time again.

"Wait.... fuck.. I'm close, stop, or else...." He gently tugged you off of him, but you weren't having any of that.

Thanks for the consideration, Eddie.

You shoved your head down against his grip, moaning on his cock as you sped up, feeling him near his end. He hardened more in your mouth, and he started twitching.

"Wait! Fuck. No! you can't. I- I'm gonna..." He could barely finish his sentence, the sensations overwhelming his senses. He threw his head back against the grass, and it was too late. You slid your mouth down on him one final time and you felt hot spurts of cum fill the back of your mouth, and he bucked his hips, his cock hitting your throat. Hard. You didn't gag, but it was a little uncomfortable. But holy shit was it worth it.

"Mmmmm...shit." He hummed out, panting heavily as he finished in your mouth. The noises he made were so attractive and you wanted to hear more of him. Just knowing that you made him feel good was almost satisfying enough, but the painful throb that emitted from your legs said otherwise. You groaned against him, swallowing the slightly salty slick, making sure to clean it up so there wouldn't be a mess.

You let his dick pop off your lips and you panted heavily, relishing in the oxygen you didn't realize you were lacking. You rested your head gently against his lower stomach, eyes barely open but staring at his flushed face. He glowed in his post orgasm bliss, eyes shut and breathing heavy, groans mixed in. Your mouth was slightly agape, jaw a bit sore and slack from what you had just done, lips swollen and glistening with saliva.

Eddie's eyes fluttered open and he gave you a soft smile which made your stomach do flips.

You watched as he was sitting himself up, and he was suddenly in front of you. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head so that you would properly look at him. He looked intensely into your eyes, and you were surprised to see them dark and almost feral instead of tired, and he hungrily pressed his mouth against yours.

"Your turn." He spoke as he broke the sweet kiss, moving out of his jeans and briefs completely, throwing it to the other clothes somewhere; neglected. Blindly, and without wasting time he turned you to drive you against the ground, with him on top of you. He needed your body flush against his, needed to feel the press of those firm, full, pierced breasts against his chest as he wedged a thigh between yours. The need to touch,to give, nearly overwhelmed him.

"Wanna make you feel good,too."

His long hair tickled your face and you closed your eyes, succumbing to his words. Your skin was flushed and your body was so oversensitized. You didn't know if you could handle anything more.

You laid beneath him,your chest moving up and down with every breath you took. But it wasn't enough for him, as his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your fishnets, urging you to lift your butt so he could get rid of them.

"Those gotta go." And like the needy girl you were, you complied.

Soon, his fingertips brushed over one curved, tattoo covered hip, over your smooth skin, dragging your laced underwear down, he took a moment to admire the black rose design, tracing his fingers over it.

"Why a black rose?" He asked nonchalantly, as his fingers skimmed between your thighs. You jumped and twitched. Gliding his hand over to the other hip, he drew the lace away as you lifted your hips to let him.

"Because I like black roses?" You couldn't provide any other answer because, well... your mind wasn't exactly focused on anything else other than him.

Eddie smiled before his lips came up to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed sweet, light kisses up to your jaw, before he gently bit into your earlobe. "You're gorgeous." Two simple words, words that you had heard so many times before, but they suddenly took on a much deeper meaning. You weren't sure if it was because of the way he said it or if it simply was because he said it; all you knew was that it drove you absolutely wild, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering to life.

He used your moment of stillness as his hand slipped between your thighs and you cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched delicate, aching flesh, one of his rings dragging against it so deliciously. "Fuck,you're soaked." He groaned, "So wet for me. Did it turn you on this much just by sucking me off?" He grinned at your pleasure stricken face, and you threw your head back, moaning.

All you could feel was his touch, all you knew was the heat that moved through you, the need. You were speechless, nearly mindless. You slung your arms around him, pushing him incredibly close to yourself, as close as the position you were in allowed.

"Is this where it hurts?" He leaned down, kissing the shell of your ear. His languid pace turned faster now, stimulating the bundle of nerves intensely as he rubbed in circles with ease.

"Hurts so bad that you need me to take care of it?" He licked your neck and you wanted to scream.

"Eddie!" You squealed as he stopped, sliding his fingers down to your puckered opening.

"Does it hurt here too? Do I need to make you feel better? You're so sensitive, I can't fucking believe it." He pressed his middle finger up against your entrance, and your arms flew to his biceps, digging your nails into them. He drank in your vulnerability, relishing in your glow and need for him to touch you, to do anything to release the pressure.

He took his sweet time taking off his rings, one by one, all the while he watched you squirm and shudder under his gaze, and he enjoyed every second of it. Once he was done, he wasted no time and plunged his finger inside of you deeply, so sudden, you let out a squeal, the feeling made you blabber incoherent words.Eddie chuckled, strumming you like an instrument that is made for him; more so than his beloved guitar. He hummed to himself, fingers curling into you and pushing just the right places. His thumb occasionally came up to rub against your clit, firmly stroking in tandem with his thrusting finger.

"More, Eddie please. I need more!"

"Just remember… you asked for it." He suddenly pulled his single digit from you and plunged a second finger inside, stretching you out suddenly from the thickness of both digits.

The metalhead latched onto one of your breasts again, sucking your nipple, teeth gently pulling on your piercing, making your whole body feel like it was on fire. Your hands never left this arms, gripping them together as he pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you gave into the overwhelming pleasure of Eddie.

"Feels so good around my fingers but...–" He groaned, suddenly sliding them out. Your pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be stimulated.

"What? No, please don't stop, I–" you spoke too soon as his attention moved from your chest down to your stomach, kissing the soft flesh there. He moved lower and lower, and your breath hitched.

He used two fingers and spread your labia, revealing your soaked, dripping mess of a cunt. You knew it was basically throbbing, begging him to touch you. To do anything.He hummed, looking a little too long for your liking.

"Don't stare." Your hands pressed against his face in vain, and he just laughed at your actions.

"Oh, so you get to look at me and drool over my cock but I'm not allowed to look at your pretty little pussy?" The pad of his thumb pressed over your slick clit, rubbing over it once with lovely pressure. You shivered and groaned at his action.

His hands slid up your legs to gently stroke your thighs, to rub along your sides, to massage circles into your hips while he kissed your core. Eddie watched the rise and fall of your chest from across your body. Listened to the sway of your small soft sounds, eyes gluing themselves to your mouth hung open, panting. He watched your expression as he licked a particularly heavy stripe up your folds before softly sucking your clit into his mouth,the tip of his tongue circling the little pearl. Your sighs weren't so soft then, whimpering and breathing heavily,

"E-Eddie," you mewled, hips gently grinding into his mouth, fingers weaving into his hair. He took your hips in his hands, softly rubbing his thumb across the bone, eyes fluttering closed as he gets lost in appreciating you. Humming a "mmm?" in reply without taking his lips off you, and the vibrations electrified you. "Eddie, please," you begged, one of your hands going to meet his where it circles at your side.

Your eyes rolled back as he used his tongue to fuck into you, curling it to stroke against your sweet spot with a lustful gaze. Despite his efforts, you could feel him start to lose himself, getting drunk off your juices. You could feel him start to get desperate as his tongue became hungry, his hands starting to wander, the way he began to moan into you. Your back arched, and as your hips lifted, he was quick to follow. He was utterly overwhelming, and he knew you'd be close soon by the way your breathing picked up, eyes tightly pressed shut. And he wanted you to, he wanted you to reach that feeling of bliss you'd been chasing.

"Need you so bad, Eddie." You begged, your fingernails digging into his scalp, pushing your cunt further into his face. Not on purpose, no, you just had no control over anything anymore.

"Need you or I'm gonna -"

"I know. Let go for me, yeah? You can do that for me, right?" Eddie watched you, pupils blown, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead which made his bangs stick to his skin.

You felt the pulse of your cunt, throbbing as the orgasm rushed through your bones, squealing with your head thrown back, pushing into the soft grass when you finally let go, squirming and releasing your juices against his mouth. He worked you through your high, you clawed at him weakly, hips jerking even as his ministrations slowed down. Your heart sputtered out of control, you thought you might pass out.

"Atta fuckin' girl." He praised, removing his mouth from your cunt, slick running down bis chin. He climbed back over your body, before he pulled you into a messy kiss, petting his tongue over yours so you could taste yourself– so you could taste what he did to you.

"C'mere," He murmured. He slid his arms under your back and held your body to his chest until you finally brought a weak hand to his back, trying to keep him closer. He knew you were still trying to comprehend, trying to come down to earth so he wanted to comfort you best he could.

Even though your walls were still clenching with aftershocks, his body against yours reignited the coals in the pit of your stomach. Eddie brought something out in your soul, something carnal, and you couldn't help but press your clit against his thigh.

"Patience, don't wanna overwhelm you." He cooed as he looked at you, taking in your disheveled face; your black eyeliner and eyeshadow was smudged, black tear stains reaching down your cheeks. You looked so pretty like this, he wished he had a camera to capture it. His fingers came up to your hair, tucking a lose strand behind your ear as your breath slowly evened out and you leaned into his hand as it stayed warm on your cheek.

"You sure you can handle anymore?"

"Mmm, yeah. Want you, Eddie."

His dark eyes penetrated your soul as he pressed his warm lips against yours. You shivered.

"Your wish is my law." He gently laid you down onto the grass, as salty sweat dripped from your breasts. He was hovering over you, he looked deeply into your eyes, he smelled your hair, caressed your thighs. Long fingernails dug in his skin, yourself so wet, invites him in.

"Fuck." He breathed out, feeling your walls clench around him, taking him ever so slowly. He didn't rush, wanting to enjoy what you'd been building up for way too long. You had other plans though, as you clasped your thighs around his middle, forcing him deeper into you, and you whined at feeling so full, so whole, so good.

Eddie shuddered when he bottomed out, your whines overtaking his mind and holding him captive. it was so deep, stuffed into the hilt of your cunt and it felt so good for both of you.

"So big." You were fucked dumb without him having fucked you properly just yet, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah? Too big for you, sweetheart?" He teased, the nickname clearly meant to mock you. But there was not an ounce of motivation to tease back at this point anymore.

"No, no! It's big but you can move. Please!" Eddie mentally prepared himself, taking in a deep inhale before bracing his arms on both sides of your head and cocking his hips back.

"Tell me if it's too much, 'kay? promise?”

"Promise, Eddie, just move already." You panted out, feeling so stretched and worn out already. His long hair tickled your face as he brought his lips up to kiss your cheek.

And when he started moving, fuck, he couldn't stop himself anymore. The way you were sucking him in, his muscles rippled and flexed from his arms to his abdomen, his cock driving forwards into the deepest part of your cunt. The whines you let out were filthy, flooding the silent air along with Eddie's stifled grunts.

His cock slipped through so easily, smothered in the mess you made as it fucked into you again and again–harder each time. He was in heaven, feeling like he was floating on a cloud and his head was spinning as he delved his cock so far into your precious pussy.

"Sayin' I'm too big and still taking me so well." He breathed out, hitting that spot that made you whine and dig your nails into the flesh on his back. "Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

You're so pretty, the way you allowed him to pound into you like this. And your needy mewls and unintelligible pleas are nothing compared to the way you fall apart on him, the way you squeeze his cock so tight, Eddie wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to pull out.

Your cunt held onto him, greedy to be filled up, but for Eddie, it's the way you breathed out his name that made him lose control spilling himself inside you and coating your insides until there was nothing left untouched by him. He fucked up into you, hitting the back of your walls, letting out heaving, stuttering breaths as he fell apart.

His heart was racing as he came down from his high, suddenly aware at how you laid underneath his chest, limp and shaking. Even sweaty and exhausted, you somehow managed to be the most beautiful thing Eddie's ever seen. He gently moved to the side, sliding his cock out of you with a sigh, a content, pleased sound, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. He's warmth and comfort and home in a single body.

His heart dropped slightly though,when he heard you sniffle, and when he looked at your face and saw the misty quality of your eyes, fluster quickly creeped into his expression. "Hey, hey! Please don't cry." He huffed, suddenly awkward, as he reached over to caress your cheek.

"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

"No.. it's just –" you paused and sighed deeply. You didn't want to sound desperate, but your heart broke at the thought of having him just leave you now. "It just feels like that'll be it... Like you're gonna slip out of my grip any second."

You didn't know if you would see him again. Didn't know if you'd ever be able to get to know more about him than his name, didn't know if you'd ever get to have him beyond the physical...

Eddie reached over your body, searching for his leather jacket, before he draped it over the both of you, well, mostly you, as he pushed you impossibly close to his chest. You could feel his breath against your neck, warm and comforting. His hair tickling your face as you breathed in his scent.

"I won't leave."

...But his words were good enough for the moment. Good enough for you to fall asleep, despite not knowing if he'd still be here with you once you'd wake up.

'Cause maybe it’s all about love, love.'

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The lovely Hallows (I.I)

I. Diagon Alley

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Chapter Summary: Your godmother takes you to buy your list of things for Hogwarts, is it a nightmare, luckily, you find your best friend

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic), reader is a reader insert EXCEPT FOR her last name, I need something to call her by, except for that, she is un-described

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia (?), that is what i’m going to call for racism against muggles 😂😂with Draco we are going to have a lot of that

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes: I’m so excited for this, it took a lot of thinking because first they are children and it’s kinda boring, but I love Harry Potter! I’m a late Potterhead bloomer haha, anyways… here they are!

Your godmother was more excited than you when she woke you up the very day before school starts. You needed to go to Diagon Alley to pick up your things for your first school year. So you got dressed in a nice skirt, blouse and sweater, and she grabbed your hand as you used the Flu powders inside the house’s chimney

The apparition was immediate and just like that, you were in Diagon Alley, your godmother immediately summoned a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped your face from any cinder or ash.

You had accompanied her to the Alley before, and you walked through the busy street as looked in awe at the owls, the wands and cauldrons, and this time, they will finally going to belong to you

“I want nothing but the best for my little niece”, you heard your aunt speak out loud, “for her first year at Hogwarts”, many families were walking up and down the alley with smiles on their faces, many first years, and some older, you saw the Weasley family from afar, they were very identifiable with their bright red heads.

You entered the store they just left, for your books, as your godmother gave the list to the store clerk, and as he handed her the books, she started passing them on to your poor house elf that had come with you to help with the shopping. The pile of books became too much, surpassing the poor servant, and you had to take the rest, soon they surpassed you too.

And you exited the store without being able to look at anything.

Luckily Meek teleported itself back to your house, to leave the books, came back to you to grab yours and repeated the action.

“Thank you”, the elf didn’t speak much, he just nodded and apparated out and back again

“Can I get the nimbus 2000?”, you asked your godmother, “please? I’ve been saving coins…”

“You cannot my dear”, she said, pushing you down the street, “we were reminded that first years cannot bring their own broomsticks, maybe for next year”, and it sounded silly, but you wanted to cry, it meant that no quidditch for you

You bought in other stores the brass scale, a telescope (of course the black one with silver details), the cauldron and a beautiful set of antique crystal phials, now you were only missing your wand, and your familiar, and for the last one, you really wanted an owl, even though your godmother had given you that look, she preferred a cat, they were cleaner, but you promised you would clean after your owl.

So when you looked up at your godmother, and found her distracted speaking to an old friend she encountered, you took the opportunity to grab your small purse, and enter the first owlery that was closest to you.

The store was a little bit run down, and you immediately got hit by a strong smell of bird waste and hay, and the hoots of the beautiful birds, you look at each and every one of them, they were big, small and medium sized, brown ones, even a beautiful snow white one… but a big set of orange eyes caught your eyes

“Are you here to choose your familiar little girl?”, an old man said behind a wooden desk, making you jump, “A owl?”, you nodded, enthusiastically, looking back at your aunt through the glass, she was still speaking to that friend, “Owls are fascinating creatures, very smart, and this ones are already trained to fetch letters and packages”, he said, he pointed to a Barn owl with huge black eyes

“Yeah, I love them”, you said, admiring the bird, but your gaze returned to a silvery cage, at the back of the store, as you looked closely, you noticed those enchanting orange eyes belonged to a big black owl, it’s feathers were ruffled, and she looked a little scruffy, but she was gorgeous, the store manager followed your gaze and smiled nervously

“She is… strange”, the Owl handler said, and you looked at him, “but you felt a bond didn’t you?”, and you nodded

“I want that one”, you said, and he only nodded, walking towards the back of the store and brought you the magnificent creature

“She is a Southern white-faced owl, but with a strange condition that is called melanism, turn her feathers black you see”, he explained, and she was so beautiful, “Be careful little witch, she bites”, he said, concern when you opened her cage, and he was amazed when the bird let you touch her feathery head

“I’ll take her”, you said with a wide smile

You got out of the shop holding the cage with difficulty, and when you saw your godmother’s face, you knew you had made the right choice

“What is that?”, she asked, pointing at your familiar

“my owl, I just bought it, do you like it?”, you asked simply

“That is not…”, she wanted to fight you but when she saw your “innocent” smile, she knew it was a lost battle already, “I love her”, he said, with a weird fake smile, she sneaked a finger through the bars to pet her, and she bit her

“She bites”, I warned, clearly late, and she just scowled at me

“Let’s get going”, she said, losing her short patience, and you walked behind her, happily

“Miss, let me take that for you”, said Meek, the house elf sworn to your family, but to make the task easy, you opened the cage and let your own perch on your shoulder.

“Thank you”, you said with a shy smile, and then you directed your attention to your owl, how were you going to name her?

“Basilik!”, you heard, behind you, you turned to meet Draco, your very best friend

“Hey Draco”, you said, smiling softly, he reached you, walking down the alleyway, and his mother walked right behind him.

“You got your familiar I see, my father bought me an Eagle Owl, fearsome creature”, he said

Draco eyed your big black owl, with round orange eyes

“Weird creature”, he admired, you giggled

“Be careful!”, you warned, when you saw him try to pet her, “She…”

“Au!”, Draco whined, looking at his bloodied finger

“... bites”, you said, smiling apologetically. Draco just glared at your owl and changed sides, walking to your left

“I heard we will have an unusual amount of mudbloods this year!”, he said, poking his tongue out in sign of disgust

“You are only acting like a tosser because you fear they might be better than you!”, you mocked, trying to change the subject. Draco was your best friend, but when he spoke like that of people, you felt guilty, your chest tightened, you didn’t liked it

“Yeah sure”, he said bitterly

“Here children, let’s go to Olivander’s”, said Narcissa, grabbing you both by the back of your necks to lead you to the most famous wand maker in the country

The man didn’t even doubt when it came to Draco, he nodded signaling you both to wait with his bony finger, and he went looking for his wand in the back of the store, when he returned, he had in his hand an spotless black box, when it opened, it revealed a perfect shaped wand with a silver handle

“10 inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn core”, he resumed, offering the wand to Draco, he took it, you saw concentration in his hand and the entirety of the wand shined with a golden light. He nodded with a smirk, he had found his wand and it looked like Olivander had made it for himself especially, but you guessed that it was it felt like to everybody

When you looked at the wand maker, he was looking right at you.

“Let’s try this one”, he directed himself to a shelf behind him, he came back with a whitish box in his boney hands

I grabbed the wand he was offering me, it was strange looking, I gave it a wave and a complete book case fell off the wall. You gasped, dropping the wand like it burned

“Too unyielding”, he said, not even surprised, “strange”, because I was with Draco, he believed me to be deserving of an unyielding wand? I didn't even know what that meant. He looked at you one more time, giving it some thought, and then he went to the back of the store.

The wand he offered you looked like an ordinary branch picked up from under a tree, you grabbed it in your hand gently, you pointed at no place in particular, and the single flower that was in a pot nearby, died, like immediately, your owl in your shoulder hoot nervously, flapping its wings hitting you in the face

“NO!”, he said quickly, taking the wand from your hand

“Sorry”, I whispered, even if it wasn’t my choice. His cloudy eyes met your face one more time, he seemed to be deeply analyzing you

“Let’s see”, he said, waggling his finger, he grabbed a box from a pile on his desk, and he gave it to you, it was a dark brown wand, it look like two branches had come together, twirling, melted together, the handle had metallic details imbedded in the wood. It was quite breathtaking

You held it and you looked at it, you felt as it had a life on it’s own, and it had taken to you, it shined just like draco’s

“Funny”, the man muttered, looking at you through his piercing blue eyes, “I just sold one just like this one, to the little boy before you, it’s twelve and half inches, very pliant, maple wood, dragonstring core”, he resumed, “the maple wood is considered for adventurous wizards, it will polish and nurture itself as greater it becomes, just like the witch learns new spells”, he said, and you felt pretty proud, this was your wand, it was pretty cool, and the dragonstring core it turned it even cooler

“Thank you Sr”, you said with a wide smile, admiring your wand

“Remember little witch, the wand chooses the wizard, this wand called me this morning, knowing her owner was close”, he smiled and you, and you thanked him

“What a bunch of bollocks”, mocked Draco just as you closed the door of Ollivander’s behind you, “you don’t believe that do you?”, he mocked

“I don’t know, sounds pretty cool to me”, you giggled.

As we were walking down the street, Narcissa and my Godmother behind us, we almost collided with an entire family that was coming out of an old bookstore

“Careful!”

“Auch!”

“Look where you are going!”, many words were exchanged, not in the best of tones and when you made sure your owl was still perched on your shoulder, you looked up and you found yourself meeting with the Targaryen family

“Targaryen”, greeted Draco, but squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose, like when he did when he didn’t like something in particular

“Malfoy”, the smallest of the three, Aemond, took a step forwards to face him

“Narcissa”, what it looked like to be their mother, showed up behind them, placing her trembling hands on the shoulders of her two older children

“Alicent dear”, you looked up at aunt Narcissa and she was wearing one of those fake smiles that made you cringe, like when you two had done something mischievous but we were in front of someone else and she had to wait to get home to punish us

“Draco has gotten so big”, admired the auburn haired woman, who look as constipated as Narcissa did, even though they were at her house only yesterday

“I believe your youngest starts tomorrow as well?”, she asked

“Yes, Aemond”, she said, “Well only little Daeron is left, but he will start next year”

You looked at the strange looking children, they had even more silver hair than Draco, you’ve hair it was a common trait amongst really pure blooded wizards. The only girl catch you staring and smiled at you, you smiled back

“I’m Helaena”, she was just in front of you so nobody else heard, “she is cute”, she said, she moved a finger to caress my still nameless owl and for your surprise, she didn’t try to bite her

“Thank you, I’m (Y/N)”, you said smiling

“I’m in Hufflepuff, but I think you are going to be in Slytherin”, she muttered

“How do you know?”, you whispered, but you were interrupted, as the adults were saying their goodbyes

“I’ll see you around”, the strange interacted ended before it began, and suddenly you were being dragged again by your Godmother trough Diagon Alley

“My father says they are all blood traitors”, Draco said mockingly, whispering in your ear

“What do you mean?”, you asked back

“They are known for associating with mudbloods and muggles”, he said with that disgusted face you feared was going to get stuck on his face. “Their older sister, Rhaenyra, married a mudblood, Harwin Strong”, he mocked, “It’s embarrassing really, is even more embarrassing the fact that they practiced inbreeding for many generations”, you didn’t know what to make of that

“Oh”, you looked back to watch the three silver heads walking in the opposite direction, they didn’t look like traitors to you, they didn’t look weird to you, but you didn’t dare to say anything

“We have an appointment with the tailors, sweety”, called my Godmother, “to make your robes for school”, she said excitedly, squeezing your shoulders, “and for merlin’s sake, put that bird away!”, she screeched, Meek appeared by your side with the cage and you reluctantly gave away your owl.

And you turned to one less busy street, and soon you were before an impressive seamstress shop, elegant and classy. A small bell rang when you entered, and behind a counter a lady with dark hair, glasses and a handmade suit were waiting for you

“Ah! Narcissa darling! so good to see you! Is that Draco? a good little man he has become”, her voice was thunderous and high pitched, it made you want to cover your ears

“Isn’t he? we are here to get his robes for his first years at Hogwarts”, she said proudly, and then, she looked down at you

“And who is this sweetling?”

“(Y/N) Basilik”, presented your aunt

“She is so delicious, come, come!”,

And as this lady placed you and Draco in a literal pedestal and took your measures, pieces of fabric flied from the shelved and to your body, you giggled when a turmoil of thread, fabrics, and silver needled all guided by that woman dressed you in your school uniform

“Will they go to Slytherin?”, she asked

“Of course”, is the only thing you heard

Then Narcissa took you to a Belgium tea shop, where of course Draco and you indulged in Belgium chocolate, drinking it, and eating as much as you could.

And then your godmother took you home

You lived in her house, mansion more like it, your godmother was a close friend of your family, your mother’s sister, and she was named your godmother when you were born.

And when your parents died, she became your guardian, she took you in when you were barely a baby, your father on his side had no known relatives, and your mother only had her after her parents passed when you were little. And you were being raised in your family home.

She has given you a comfortable life, your family lineage on your mother’s side assure her, you and many generations to come would live comfortably without having to work a day in your life.

Your aunt liked to move in amongst pure-bloods, amongst wizarding royalty, and that is how you were brought up, with Draco as your best friend, living in luxury.

You liked this life

Your parents died when you were barely a baby, in the first Wizarding war, they said they were death eaters, but your aunt never liked to discuss it, and you didn’t want to even ask. You felt something was wrong, she’d say she will tell you about it when you are older

So you never asked again.

Deep down you preferred, living comfortably in a gray line between wrong and right, light and darkness, goodness and evil

But you didn’t want to dwell on this.

Tomorrow, you started at Hogwarts.

School for witchcraft and wizardry

You were excited, so excited you could barely sleep.

Tomorrow your godmother was taking you to King Cross station to take the Hogwarts express, you always liked trains, you were looking forward to it.

You were longing to burst out of that bubbled your aunt has created around you, you wanted to meet new people, make friends, but most of able, you were dying to learn spells, use magic, make potions, you were looking forwards to it

Your owl hooted by the window where you placed her cage, and you looked at her huge orange eyes. How were you going to name her?

Umbra

It meant shadow in Romanian

You liked that, she looked like a shadow, perched in her silver cage.

You were so nervous you actually prepared everything for the next day, what you were going to wear, you prepared your trunk with all the things you had bought, you couldn’t wait, you were so excited.

Tomorrow, it was going to be the start of a new life.

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