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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 month

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Hi, how are you? Hope everything's peachy. I've been waiting for your requests to be open since probably December. I figured, maybe I could leave you my thoughts and you'll decide what to do with them. Is that fine? 😅 You can throw it straight to the trash if you'd like.

So that now every F1 Team have a girl driver in F1 Academy, I thought maybe they want to promote the Academy more and includes it in DTS series. So the reader is a driver for Ferrari. They assign her to Carlos and they've to film a Training camp before the season. Carlos sort of being her PT. Plot twist: they HATE each other. But their combined fury can easily catch on fire and lead them to other type of sport, more sensual one. So it's like enemies but/to lovers sort of thing. A lot of arguing, angst but also a bunch of steamy sex

The Uphill Battle || CS55

Warnings: Smut, angst, name calling WC: 1.8k

Pre-season Training - Dolomites This had to be the worst PR disaster in the making. Whoever thought it would be a great idea to pair you up with Jr Sainz needed to fall right off this mountainside. To make matters worse, they had a TV crew following you around all day and you were fairly sure your suite was bugged like Big Brother.

“Hurry up, I want to make it back in time for dinner,” Carlos growled as he stopped to look back at you.

You narrowed your eyes, not that he could see them beneath the snow goggles, and sarcastically replied, “Oh no, baby boy can’t go to bed without his supper.”

He stabbed his sticks into the snow and pulled his googles up over his beanie. “You think I want to be out here babysitting a spoiled little brat? I am crawling just so you don’t get left behind and lost up here. Pick. Up. The. Pace.”

“Fuck you,” you spat as you pushed harder, your calves protesting the hardship you were putting them through to prove a point. You overtook the Spaniard and made sure to only just miss his foot from the piercing pike on your ski stick. “Keep up, Junior.”

You were both panting by the time you arrived back at the luxury accommodation in the resort town at the base of the mountain. You were starving but you were also damp with sweat beneath the layers of cashmere and feather-stuffed coats so you went straight to the private pool. You figured after the whining Carlos had done about his dinner you wouldn’t be disturbed in the heated outdoor pool, but you were wrong.

Carlos curled a brow at the trail of clothes that led from the twin penthouse suites to the rooftop pool they shared, each layer getting thinner until it ended with a sports bra and panties. Snow littered the ground and he shivered in his bathrobe as he watched you float on the surface of the steaming water with your eyes closed. You looked relaxed, peaceful. It was a look he rarely saw on your face and it immediately washed away when you opened your eyes and caught him watching.

“Dirty perv,” you hissed as you slipped back beneath the water up to your neck and covered your breasts.

“I’m not the one going for a skinny dip. You’re just looking for attention.”

“I don’t have to look for attention, it comes looking for me,” you said as you eyed up the goosebumps on his legs below the robe. “I figured you were too busy stuffing your face.”

“The Netflix crew were in the dining hall,” he admitted quietly.

“Ah, so you are not nearly as comfortable in front of them as you act. Could have fooled me.”

“I don’t think that would be hard.”

“I hope your balls get frostbite.”

Carlos winced at the idea and took a step closer to the water's edge and the warmth it promised.

“If you get in here with me we are going to have a problem,” you warned, swimming closer to defend your territory. “There’s no cameras around to keep you safe.”

Carlo snickered and dipped his foot in. “I’ve seen your training in the ring, I think I can handle it.”

“Brave words when you are all the way over there.”

Your blood could have heated the water to boiling point as he slipped his robe off and tossed it over the rail before taking another step in, then another. You watched the water disappear over his skin tight trunks and darken the happy trail before rising over his abs. The team at Ferrari at least assigned you someone who was taking their PT position seriously, you could see from his physique that he kept his own routine solid and you could learn a thing or two - if he wasn’t such an asshole.

“Take a picture, malcriada,” he said with a wink when your eyes finally reached his face.

“Such a shame,” you murmured wistfully.

“What?”

You dragged your eyes back over his body before sighing. “That a body that fine has a personality like yours.”

A wave splashed over you as he dove into the water and you lost sight of him in the dark. You should have put the underwater lights on but hadn’t wanted to light the water up when you hadn’t bothered to even change into a bikini.

A large hand grabbed your ankle and you barely had time to inhale a breath before you were pulled under. Just as quickly as he grabbed you, he was gone again and you spluttered to the surface, wiping the water from your eyes. “Asshole!”

“Is that the best you can do?” he laughed from the edge he was leisurely reclining against.

“Come here and find out.”

He slipped beneath the water but this time you were prepared and met him halfway. Your bodies collided, twisting and turning trying to fathom some kind of dominance until your legs wrapped around his waist and he sank to the bottom with you on top. His hands found your thighs and dug into the soft skin until your lips parted with a sudden thought and the last of your air bubbled to the surface.

“Not the attack I was expecting,” he taunted as he rose to the surface behind you. The water falling from his hair cooled as it dropped to your shoulder and his hand traced the curve of your neck. “Someone plays dirty.”

“I’m not playing.” Your voice wasn’t the cold detached sound you had hoped it would be, but a needy sigh. Your legs pressed together and you were suddenly reminded of how very naked you were.

“Is that another invitation? You almost won that time.”

You turned around with a glare to find his smirk growing as wide as his pupils as he looked down at your body. “It’s not a fair fight anyway. I am naked and vulnerable.”

He chuckled at that. “I don’t think anyone could mistake you as vulnerable, malcriada, not with that prickly attitude and sharp tongue. But, if it would make you feel better about losing again…” his hands brushed over his hips and pushed his trunks down his thighs before he tossed them out of the pool. “Happy now?”

“I’m certainly something,” you murmured before realising you spoke aloud. Anger flushed your body again at the distraction he caused and you shoved your hand across the surface, spraying him in the face with the water. His momentary surprise was only that, momentary, and he leapt into your personal space with his own attack.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened, or how it started. Maybe the tension that had been brimming all week finally reached its breaking point and it was a mutual decision. One moment you were writhing to escape from his attack, your hands trying to find purchase on his body as you wriggled in his arms, the next you were writhing for an entirely different reason.

His chest brushed over your sensitive peaks and your nails scraped down his back. Your legs tightened around his waist and felt the large length pressed between your stomachs. Your heads broke the surface but the gasp had nothing to do with the need for air when his palms squeezed your ass to hold you still.

“What are you doing?” you moaned as you clit pressed to his shaft and every little movement rode you over the rigid veins.

“I’m not doing anything,” he rasped, his voice dropping as he felt the heat of your core on him. “I’m trying to not fuck you right now.”

“Right, because you hate me,” you laughed humorlessly as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp but you both moaned at the feeling.

“No, because you hate me.”

It had been a while since you last had sex, that was the excuse you gave for being so needy and wanting to be filled right at that moment. “I can hate you and still want to fuck.”

Carlos stared into your eyes and saw the desire in them, felt the desire that had your nipples hard and begging for his mouth. “Fuck it,” he decided aloud. “I can hate you and still make you come.”

“Bold words.”

He didn’t give you a response, at least not in words. His strong hands lifted you higher and pulled you back down on his cock. Your teeth clamped around the muscle where his shoulder met his neck and he groaned at the pain and your muffled cry.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“You’re too big,” you whispered as he slowly speared you down his shaft until you looked down your body expecting to see a bugle at your belly button. Easing you back up, he set a slow rhythm as your body adjusted to his size and walked you both to the edge of the pool.

“You can take it,” he promised as your legs untangled from around him and you found yourself facing the mountain you had climbed earlier. His hips snapped forward and buried himself back in you from behind and your cry echoed out into the night. “That’s it, make an avalanche, malcriada.”

You didn’t care that he called you brat. You didn’t care if you brought the mountain down on the whole town. You only cared about reaching your own high and you chased it with your hips, pushing back to meet him stroke for stroke. Waves rippled out across the water and soon turned to splashes as your core tightened and those ripples began to make their way down your spine.

“I can feel you shaking,” he teased in your ear, his hand snaking over your hip to find your clit. “Let go, dulce, let me feel you come.”

Your eyes slammed shut as waves of pleasure rocked through you and his name tumbled from your lips, betraying yourself with the reverent tone it held. His pleasure grew at the sound and he slammed himself as deep as he could in your cunt, letting your tight walls milk him as he came. There should have been anger at the idea of being filled with his seed, but you took delight in the liquid warmth pooling inside you. You had made him come undone, it was a win of sorts in your mind.

Satisfied for the moment, you pushed his body back and walked up the steps, into the biting cold night. Carlos was still high from his release and he didn't realise until it was too late. You were already halfway to the suites when he noticed his robe was missing, a quick scan of the snow confirmed his trunks had found the same fate.

“Brat!” he called out as you disappeared inside.

“Asshole.”

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nouearth · 7 months

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poolside banters.

dick grayson x male reader.

summary: it's your final day at the summer resort, and dick has a way to end it with a bang.

wc: 3.4k. warnings: resort!au, explicit smut, blowjob (r giving), handjob, frotting, thigh-fucking, public exhibition, humping, body worshipping, muscle worshipping, established relationship, playful bantering, daddy!kink, big dick!dick resort owner!dick, thwaites!dick.

a/n: finally done with my dick grayson smut! it's been so long, and this has been in my drafts for a while. i've been so busy, but i finally came around to it! ahhhh, i hope you guys like it! it's something new since i've been inspired by a certain video (ahem) on frotting.

Large palm trees sprouted beneath the clear sky and bristles danced in pursuit of the mellow jazz that played from stereos. The summer was cooled by the gentlest breeze, and you could hear the wealthy patrons collectively ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ when the flame of their bodies began to simmer from a hard boil.

Across from you was the vast beach that swallowed the rays of the sun, glistening every pulp while visitors joyfully soaked within the dewy radiance. It was a scene straight from a feel-good film, and you couldn’t help but reflect the smile of fond memories onto your own face as you kicked back onto the lounge chair by the pool.

The crowd around you was sparse compared to the beach-goers. Most preferred the finite space of the pool to keep their children in close proximity, while others, like you, preferred the light the sun gave out when they read a novel.

Jesus, he’s messing with you! How many times are we going to get back together with this douche?! You scoffed and turned to the next page of your thriller novel after flushing the character’s irrational decision to return to their toxic partner with a soda.

Upon noticing the orange hue cast over the paper, you figured the next chapter would be better saved for the airplane ride back home. You slotted your bookmark in between the printed pages and set it on the table at your side, finishing the rest of your drink with several fizzy gulps.

“Quick dip before we head in?” Dick’s voice startled you and you inhaled sweet bubbles that started a coughing fit. You turned towards him after catching your breath, laughing when you’ve become infected by the light sound of your boyfriend’s chuckle.

“Oh, so now you want to swim?” Your hand reached over to shackle his dangling fingertips with yours and then hopped off the lounge chair and onto your feet. Quick tugs pulled Dick up, freeing him from the slumber that had captured him hours prior.

“I told you I prefer swimming with no one around!” He was awakened to his senses with a yawn and an overhead stretch, pushing his broad chest out and capturing the cast of light in the process. “Peaceful and quiet, and it’s not like they—“

“—can kick out the owner of the resort, I know, I know!” Your teasing always put Dick in a jovial mood, and he thanked you, like always, with a kiss when you pulled him up. As if he read your mind, or rather scorched his hand against the beating warmth of your skin, Dick slid your button down off your body and tossed it onto the chair.

“But I have a feeling there are limits, y’know!” You continued, leading the short walk to the pool. He stuck behind you, following and listening close with his arms wrapped around your waist. “There has to be something they won’t tolerate.”

“Tolerate?” Dick hummed, letting hands roam around your shoulders and arms first, and squeezing at the firm skin to relieve you of the muscle tension you’ve been complaining about since the airplane ride. “We should test out to see how much they can tolerate then.” Then his hands cascaded towards your bottom, cupping a handful of clothed flesh, but with the way Dick had kneaded your ass, the swimming trunks mind as well had become part of your body.

“Hey, hey—“ You jolted at the sudden touch, then cowered back into his hands because with an arch more; you’d embarrassingly expose how easy and quick it was to turn you on. You could hear him snicker into the back of your neck, a grin spreading wide, and you reached back to swat at his hands.

“Dick, there’s people…” Your voice trailed off as you looked around, because everyone had gone back in now. Was.

He persisted, the begs only made him curl his fingers deep into your mounds in a similar way he had done to his stress ball. Red; the color of his ball; the color of his frustration when shipments were delayed; the color of assault when he goes out on nightly patrols. His chest rose and pressed against your back and when you reached back to hold his forearm, affectionate and loving; the red burned a lovelier hue.

Dusk was settling into the sky, and all that was left was you and your boyfriend, and the pool that greeted you in a harmony of gentle waves. He squeezed your bottom, then hips in response, hooking his chin over your shoulder to peer at the solitude.

“That never stopped us before,” The positioning of his hands circled to the front of your trunks, and then past the waistband when the tent seized his hand. He wrapped his large hand around your length, squeezing softly as it grew into his palm, and you sighed.

It was always easy to give into Dick.

“Restaurants, parking lots, public bathrooms,” He began listing, remembering the fond memories with his own tent aiding his memory, twitching and prodding your bottom. “…clothing racks, back of the bus, during my meetings—“ Your cock grew harder into the gentle motion of his hand, into the memories that was more so evidence that you and Dick should be banned from traveling in public, pumping you into the familiar stiffness until your trunks felt like they had shrunk when Dick pulled his hand out.

You bit back a groan at the loss of friction, the mesh net of your trunks merely providing sufficient builds to your pleasure when you squeezed and rubbed at your tent.

“Noticed how all of those times didn’t start with me? I don’t know how you get horny so quickly—“

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Look at yourself right now!” Dick defended with a playful sputter, grasping you from the front suddenly and giving your cock a tug.

“Yeah!” You gasped, then laughed when he pushed you back into him, and his throbbing bulge. “Once again, you started it!” Teasingly, your hips pushed back in nonchalant swirls, masking it as a sway of dance while his hands were still kept around you.

“And?” He pushed forward, burying a groan into your neck while you swayed. “I always finish it, too.”

“True…” While your head leaned back onto his shoulder, peacefully swaying under the approaching night, you reached back and snuck your hand down his trunks to feel the source of the constant prodding at your bottom. “I can attest to that.”

“Fuck…” His voice lowered into the side of your neck, clutching at your hips as some kind of control to keep him from fucking wildly into your fist, even if you had tempted him with the tightening of your palm.

Dick grew heavy into your hand. You stroked the weight until it sank deep into your skin, until your wrist exhausted itself, until you were frustrated by the confines of his trunks.

“Back to the chair?”

Dick catalogued the surrounding area. Palm trees barely obscured windows, columns of the thick material enforced onlookers to hide behind them. The risks abound with every scan across the vicinity, yet the feeling of adrenaline surged through his veins, turning back to you with a hankering smile.

“We’re here to test their limits, aren’t we?”

“Fuck.”

“Look at me,” Your eyes swept from corner to corner at every little sound that set an alarm of panic, overriding Dick’s voice. It was quite comical to him, watching the caution in your eyes ignite with every blink while your hand soldiered through, stroking his cock by the pool-side. “Baby.”

“Hm?” After foraging the area clear, you casted your gaze upwards to meet Dick’s doting eyes, and the pain on your knees was suddenly more tolerable.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Even though you were always more hesitant to the idea of public exhibition, and Dick’s constant teasings of being caught didn’t exactly help, it always ended smoothly. His hand fell down to the back of your head, petting slow to placate your worries. “I promise.”

“You never know! I just don’t want you to get fired, or worse… open a press conference with an apology, and I’m joined by your side or something.” The thought made him laugh, then a sigh replaced the echoing sound when your lips wrapped around the plump head of his cock, sucking and laving your tongue around the glans reminiscently to the rhythm of the gentle pool waves.

“I did warn you that we’d be together every moment in life.” Dick sucked in the cool air as you took more of him in, freezing a moan into the walls of his throat. You held the base, covering the first few inches of meaty girth with spit and love as you sucked the salt and musk off of him, cleansing Dick with your wandering tongue, and the heat of his groan was enough to melt the ice block.

“And I’m not turning back.” His cock hung over your face when you unfurled your hold around him, kissing the throbbing flesh from the tip to the sticky underside of his length, then to his balls, where you enveloped the heavy sack with sloppy sucks.

“Mm.” His hips pushed forward and his palm on the back of your head gently applied forward in a silent want to bury his spit-covered sack onto your face. They rolled and dragged across your features with the help of his grasp, and you stuck your tongue out in case it needed a new glow from its endeavor.

Pulling away, you took him in again by inclination. His cock sank into your mouth deeper, and your hand wrapped around the girth that never had the fortunate to have met your tongue. You sucked, bobbing your head up and down while your fist swiveled in pursuit of your lips, coating Dick’s thick cock with the remnants of saliva that your tongue had left.

“Fuck, baby…”

Dick’s hand had left your head now in favor of supporting his habit of crossing his arms behind his head while you worked at his cock. You’d notice it when he felt overwhelmed, stressed, de-stressed, pleasured, or maybe all of the above. Either way, it made your heart jump ten-folds because it made him all the more alluring—pornographic, if you had to be lewd.

His biceps caught onto the light, flexed when you began playing with his balls while you continued on shoving him down your throat. The light highllghted the muscles that you’d find always yourself latching onto when you crossed the street, when you slept together, when he was frustrated with work, when he’d fuck you into the couch, when you’d ride him on the patio; it was your comfort and seeing the muscles flex under the light, you’d wish you had appreciated it more.

Him, more.

Several moments later, you pulled away to catch your breath, but before you could do so properly, Dick pulled you up onto your feet and into a kiss, where he whispered his gratification in between soft and doting swipes of his lips. “You suck me off so well, fuck.”

“Yeah? Am I a good boy, then?” One arm twined around his neck, while your other hand dropped to jerk your aching cock, playfully slapping it against his own cock in between sessions before pressing a chaste kiss to his full lips. “Daddy?”

His breath hitched, eyebrows cinched a wrinkle in between, and his face lit up when the words that had come out of your mouth had rendered properly.

You and Dick always liked to try something new every now and then, to add more heat to the flame of your endeavors together, and today was the day you’d let your fantasies come alive. Stemmed straight from one of the novels you’ve been reading during the trip, it was quite ludicrous but your boyfriend didn’t have to know that.

“You’re an extremely good boy, baby…” His forehead leaned onto yours and he stared into the light of your eyes, harboring it for himself as he took your cock into his hand and stroked it to the accelerating pace of his heart. “And since you were such a good boy, how do you think daddy should reward you?”

“Hm…” Your mind ran across many thoughts, but then fell silent upon realization, breaking character when you whispered as if there was an audience watching your performance. “Babe, we don’t have lube—“

“Oh shoot… what about the sunscreen—“

“Dude, did you not read that post about this guy going to the ER and having his dick numb because—“

“Okay, so no sunscreen…”

“Oh!” The lightbulb above your head flickered, and you grinned, pulling him close again as if there wasn’t a brief intermission prior. “Ahem, well… there was something I’ve been wanting to try…”

Dick pressed a laugh into your lips, half-kissing you while a grin remained as you had his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?” His hand maintained the blood flow to your erection, stroking and thumbing the head at times.

Your shoulders rolled back from the tender touch and in midst, took Dick’s cock into your palm and pressed it lower, to where you stepped closer to him, flushed against his chest and Dick held you stable now, and released once it cushioned snug in between your thighs. Your cock pressed up against Dick’s pelvis, and your arms twined back around his nest while his was anchored around your waist.

“A good boy who’s able to suck cock well, and think on their feet. How did I get so lucky?” He softened another chuckle into your lips, where you inhaled him like oxygen, and fused your affection for each other into one when he began thrusting, slow and short to keep your cock confined against his pelvis.

“I think you’re just rubbing off on me, if I’m being honest.” Your nose pressed into one another as you held each other impossibly close, buckling into each other’s bodies as Dick sandwiched his thick cock in between your pillowy thighs, your own cock throbbed and dripped with thick pre-cum as it pressed to his body.

“Well, I’m definitely rubbing something.” His hands dropped to your ass, where he began kneaded at the mounds as he stabilized his position into keeping a rhythm to his thrusts. His thick cock rubbed in between your thighs, and he’d groan when you clenched around him, restricting his movements to mere bumps.

“Shut up—“ You could feel his pre-cum spreading thick along your flesh, and you squeezed once more to pull another delightful sound of him, another drip that layered on your sweaty skin.

In midst, you held his arms tight, admiring his muscles whenever they flexed as he fucked into your tight thighs until he breached through with several desperate plunges, moaning when the cold air met the slit of the sticky head. His body was your rock, your support, as you thrusted your cock over his pelvis. It slid and pressed into his skin as you thrusted, finding a rhythm of Dick’s own hips, and your bodies collectively move together like a dance. Humping each other like animals when you felt close, then slowed at an excruciating pace to a symphony of moans into the night air.

“Fuck me, daddy— fuck.” You begged into Dick’s lips, hissing because you felt your cock become swollen than before, beating red at the tip as if he was the cause of this pleasurable allergic reaction. You humped him desperately, rubbing your cock against him while allowing your thighs to stick to Dick’s large cock like glue.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you…” He pressed into you, harder and deeper. It was unfulfilling at first. He wasn’t exactly fucking into anything, but he loved the control he had of your body in this position. Dick clutched into your ass, separating and squeezing the mounds as he maneuvered your body to his liking. “Taking my cock in any way you’d like…”

Back and forth, Dick pulled your body into his and met every plunge of his cock in between your thighs. Occasionally, he’d pull farther for a change of pace, rubbing his cock against you for a brief frot. The stimulation seized drips of pre-cum to layer upon your cock and Dick’s for a slimy friction, mutually gliding over one another. The two cocks mingled, caressed, and slid while you two held each other close until Dick took it upon himself to cushion his cock back in between your thighs and began fucking you again.

Breathless, Dick fucked into your thighs while desperately holding onto your body in fret of letting you, as if he wasn’t the one in control. His nails sunk deep into your ass, but you only took it as his love for you, wearing the indentation like battle scars while you humped into him. Your balls fit the curve of his cock, rolling over the ample shaft with pride, and you rubbed Dick’s chest. Broad, sweaty, and muscular, pinched at his nipples, and then tugged because you needed him close.

Closer than before because you were close.

“Keep fucking me—“ He slapped your ass once, growling into the open-mouthed kiss, and you jolted into him, fucking your cock against his pelvis at a snappy rhythm. Your thigh clenched from your stance, providing Dick a confinement that was a nightmare to breach through, but when he did, it was incredibly fulfilling and eye-rolling, slipping completely out to repeat the cycle as the addiction for the brief catharsis had only been building.

Moans deposited into another’s mouth, swallowing and taking each other in with complete rapture, and then withdrew when your chest swelled and stomach pumped with a familiar feeling that had been accumulated through dry-humps and desperate yet intimate endeavors.

“Dick—“ You choked out, clutching onto his shoulders, then his hair, then his arms, because your legs felt weak, wobbly like spaghetti noodles, like all the strength had been lost in your calves when you thrusted for the last time, and relieved yourself in heavy, thick ropes. “F-fuck, fuck!”

A shudder in midst of Dick’s eager and continuing thrusts, you shot cum all over his pelvis, stomach, and even aimed high enough to have stain his chest. Tremors surged, and Dick held you close to keep them confined, but to also selfishly reach his own heaven as he neared his climax within seconds of watching you in awe, emptying yourself all over him.

“Baby, I’m going to come—“ His lips collided into yours for a messy kiss. Tongues chased pink flesh after pink flesh in pursuit of the sweet taste of one another. Swiveled and swirled while Dick violated into you with his big cock, mingled with either sides of your thighs, bruised your ass with his hands, glued his chest to yours with your cum; all of the simultaneous friction built his stomach to bubble in a powerful acclamation. He was as breathless as you were, shaking the haziness in his vision as you fed into the fog with your touch and voice. You stroked his chest, squeezed them, then his biceps, and then his toned stomach, made him feel loved and worshipped as you moaned at the mere sight of his muscles flex and pulsate as his high approached.

“Oh fuck…” Dick delivered several more thrusts into your thighs, you held them close to prevent an opening, before spilling and shooting his thick seed all over your soft yet toned flesh. One load shamelessly came after another, pulling multiple moans out of Dick, and you swallowed them all as you felt yourself layered thick and warm with his cum from beneath, bathing in them as if it was the summer sun. Throughout his climax, your hands maintained its wander, easing the tremors that sent Dick’s body into subtle jolts and goosebumps with cascading warmth and affection, and then kissed him once more, like you always did towards the end.

“You always make such a mess.” Lethargy quickly crept over you, and you practically pushed all of his weight into Dick’s arms as your muscles almost gave out, yawning, but the sticky and thick cum uncomfortably dripping down your legs kept you alert.

“You seriously cannot be complaining.” He scoffed, stepping back so you would get a view of how drenched his toned body was, kudos to your loads.

“That’s just sunscreen—“

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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strawberrynull · 14 days

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──౨ৎ ˙🔥 ̟ burn it down

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: riki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff

──Synopsis: After a busy week, Riki decides its time for the two of you to hang out and have fun rather than working

──Warnings: cursing, starting fires, mentions of burning (things, not people), kissing, established relationship

──A/N: I've actually thought of this so many times and finally got the motivation to write it lol

The car came to a stop, parking in front of an abandoned building. It was an old warehouse but was now used for people to just drop off their junk. It almost looked like a horror movie scene.

"Ki, where the fuck are we?" You asked, gripping onto your seat belt strap. You turned to look at Riki, hoping he was joking about going there.

"Get out. I'll show you." You looked at him like he was fucking insane. Then he grabbed your hand gently and laughed. "Just trust me." His sweet smile was enough to make you give in.

The two of you hadn't been hanging out very often as of recently. Riki had practice almost every day and you were always busy with work and studying. So it had taken you by surprise when Riki snatched the notebook from your desk, claiming that he was taking you somewhere fun today.

You stepped out of the car, following your boyfriend as he approached the building. With a good bit of force, Riki manages to open up the big rusted doors to the abandoned warehouse. He disappears into the darkness of the building. All you can see are the silhouettes of large piles of trashed furniture. Riki returns, hauling a ton of junk like old car parts and barrels. He continues to disappear into the piles of garbage and reappear carrying trash and throwing it into one big pile. Once he's brought out enough shit, he tosses you a lighter. You roll the small black lighter in between your fingers before looking up at your boyfriend with a puzzled expression.

"Go on. Burn it down." He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

"What? You really want me to burn this stuff? Out in the open?" You question, eyes wide with shock. He nods. "Isn't that considered arson?" Riki chuckles at your concern. Your heart does flips in your chest hearing his deep laugh.

"Trust me. It's fun." He reassures you, pulling his hands out of his pockets and reaching for your hair. He ties it back gently, pulling any loose strands into the messy ponytail.

You flick the lighter open and hold the flame to a stick you found on the ground. Once it's lit, you toss it into the pile of trash. Riki finds himself a broken off car chair and sits on it, leaning back to watch you. You observe the beautiful flames as they dance around. While the flames rose, occupying your attention, Riki could only focus his gaze on you. His heart pounded as he watched you happily play around, lighting different items on fire.

"Woah, holy shit. That's a lot of fire, Ki."

"I'll put it out before we leave. Just go have fun." He waves his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

You skipped around the lot, deciding to add more trash to what you now called the "arson pile," making the flame grow stronger. You gaped in awe as the fire crackled and rose higher, sending smoke into the air.

You found yourself a wooden bat lying around the junkyard so naturally you took the handle and gave it a test swing. Once satisfied, you walked over to some old appliances and began beating the shit out of them. Then a loud crack was heard, making Riki shoot out of his chair. He craned his neck to find you standing with a broken bat and wide eyes. You had snapped the poor bat in half.

With a huff of defeat, you trudged back to your boyfriend who just laughed at you. He manspread so you could sit comfortably between his legs on the old leather chair. Riki wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you so your back was flush against his chest. He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck. The boy placed a few light kisses on your shoulder making you giggle.

"Sorry, you're just so pretty. I can't hide my love for you anymore." He says, half jokingly. He was being silly of course but he wasn't joking whenever he called you pretty. You were practically the light of his life.

You quickly turned around to hit his chest. "Ah you're so corny and annoying." You complained with a pout.

"Just admit that you're madly in love with me."

You glared at him with squinted eyes and a scrunched nose.

"Nope. You're the one who's obsessed with me." You sighed, turning back around and crossing your arms.

Riki just rested his chin on your shoulder. "You're right. You're a bad bitch. I can't help being in love with you."

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 27

Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.

Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.

You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.

Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.

"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.

"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.

"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.

You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.

Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.

"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.

"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.

Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.

You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.

"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.

Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.

"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.

His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.

A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.

Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.

Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.

Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.

"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.

"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.

You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.

Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.

His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.

Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.

You're so beautiful and stunning.

Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.

Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.

You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.

His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.

Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.

His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.

"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.

Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.

You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.

"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.

"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.

Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.

You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.

"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.

He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.

A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.

He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.

He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.

He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.

"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.

Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.

His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.

His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.

"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.

Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.

Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.

Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.

"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.

Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.

A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.

"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.

"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.

He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.

Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.

Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.

His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.

"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.

"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.

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Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 05

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress

Mike sat down at the dinner table preparing to eat the leftovers he had just took off the stove when Leff came out of his room.

"What the fuck are you doing? We've got to go." Leff looked at him with annoyance.

"I thought we were done for the day..." Mike admitted looking at his food.

"Done for the day? This ain't no fucking 9 to 5 Mike. Get your shit together and meet me outside. You got two minutes or it's your ass." Leff stomped down the steps and Mike looked back down at his food cursing slightly as he knew it would be trash by the time he came back. He tossed it in the trash, grabbed his hat and met Leff in the car.

"Where the hell are we even going? We never do drops this late." Mike said trying to figure out where they were heading by which direction they were heading in.

"We aren't going to a drop. We're going to a business meeting with ER Redly. He owns the strip club on 4th and pushes a majority of his products to his customers." Leff explained.

"Are you looking to start pushing through the club too or-"

"No I've got my hands on some new product, I'm looking to dump off to him. He deals harder shit than what I want to push." Mike looked over at Leff who was holding out a sample baggy. He knew exactly the type of shit that Leff didn't want to push.

"So you just happen to fall into some heroin?" Mike asked sarcastically and Leff looked over at him.

"I'm getting rid of it aren't I? Don't give me that shit. Go in here and keep your fucking mouth shut. You're here to shadow and do as I say, that's it." Leff parked the car and Mike looked up at the sign on the building. He followed him into the club that was dimly lit, smelled of perfume, sweat and cigar smoke and tried to keep his eyes from lingering too long on each other the dancers.

"Get your eyes off the tits." Leff felt Mike walking too closely behind him and he took a beat to give him space. They waited at a velvet rope and once the large man in a business suit saw them, he waved them over. He looked at Leff with disdain but greeted him nonetheless.

"This is my nephew Mike. He may be dropping some things off for me in the future." Leff explained. ER looked him over and chuckled darkly as if he were taking a mental note.

"What brings you back here Leff? I do believe we ended our business arrangement, haven't we?" Mike tried not to stare at ER but he didn't want to seem distracted either. This wasn't like the other jobs Leff had asked him to do. This seemed more intense, more involved than he would like to be, if he was being honest.

"I'm not looking to reignite our business relations, I just wanted to see if you were interested in taking on some new product I happened to get my hands on." He hit Mike's stomach with the back of his hand and Mike reached into his jacket to slide it across the table but Leff stopped him.

"Not across the fucking table." Leff gritted. Mike slide it under the table and ER dipped his pinky into it rubbing it across his gums. That's how his mother would try and get her fix when she had already shot up her entire bag. He was convinced it was plastic particulars she was running over her gums but she couldn't be told otherwise.

"Now where did you get your hands on this? This is pretty decent." ER looked at Leff and he shrugged.

"I've been doing some traveling, exploring some options to expand." Leff gave a halfhearted chuckle.

"You mean Sugar has been doing some traveling." Mike looked at ER feeling Leff's body tense next to him.

"You know we have eyes on the city Leff. Pretty smart getting her to do your international traveling. She looks much less suspicious than your white trash ass." ER laughed and his body guards did the same and Leff clenched his jaw.

"Says the strip club owner who looks like huggy bear." Mike snorted and Leff slowly turned his head to look at him. He thought he had said that in his head but apparently not.

"What did you say boy? Speak up." ER raised his voice.

"I just...I mean-" Leff put his hand up.

"See that's your problem Leff. You got a soft spot for mouthy bitches who like to run their mouth." One of ER's body guards spoke up and Leff looked over at him.

"Wait, Y/n worked here?" Mike asked making the body guard clench his jaw. ER belly laughed.

"Old Sugar was the star until she got a soft spot for helping junkies out." ER looked over at Leff who was clearly losing his temper quickly

"Look I'm not here to talk about Y/n or my business with her. I'm here to see if you want to take this product and push it or not." Leff asked trying to get this meeting back on track.

They two started talking money and before he knew it, Leff was dragging him by the collar out of the booth.

"Tell ol' Sugar I said hi, Jesse James." ER called out with another one of those off-putting belly laughs. Leff practically pushed him out the door and Mike saw how pissed he was.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You trying to get us both killed?" Leff asked smacking him in the back of the head roughly.

"What the fuck? What did I do?" Mike asked confused.

"I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut and you want to throw insults? That man will cut you into pieces and turn your bones into something to cut his heroin with." Leff slammed the car door and Mike got in with him.

"He was talking shit about you! I was trying-"

"Oh grow up Mikey! You think I care if some fat fuck piece of shit calls me white trash? He hasn't seen his dick in ages, I couldn't care less what he thinks of me." Leff pulled away from the club and Mike rolled his eyes.

"You've gotta be smarter with this shit Mike. I can't protect you from everything." Leff lit a cigarette.

"I never asked you to." Mike mumbled but Leff slapped the back of his hand on Mike's chest.

"And stop with the mumbling shit. You're a grown man. Say whatever you wanna say with your whole chest or not at all." Leff sounded like his dad. He knew he wasn't trying to be but it was annoying anyway.

"So Y/n used to work there huh? They seem pissed she works for you now." Mike was looking for answers but Leff just took more pulls of his cigarette.

"Y/n noticed your mom looking to score from ER. She knew that she was my sister and kept an eye on her for me. When they found out, they thought she was double dipping with the competition. She was seeing that big egghead bouncer at the time so things ended pretty ugly." Leff explained.

"So how did she end up working for you?" Mike asked as they sat at a light.

"I had to pay for her release. $300,000 and I had to stop dealing in ER's establishments. Only came back here because I don't deal Heroin." Leff looked over at Mike.

"These are not the people to fuck with. All the ones we deal with, I need you to stay clear of that please and especially ER." Leff pointed his finger at Mike and he nodded.

"Why did you want me to come with you then? I mean tonight." Mike asked curiously.

"I needed him to know that you are my family and that if any harm comes to you, it'll be his head." Leff might have been a tough ass but Mike knew he gave a shit about him. He always had. Always sent money if his mom was flaking on paying rent or didn't have grocery money. It was never the brady bunch but he knew how much his mom meant to Leff and in turn, himself.

Now he just had to figure out how to navigate this world without getting turned into fish bait and laced heroin.

#Fever Dreams #5lbs of Pressure #Mike #Mike x Y/N #One Shot Series #Fever Dream Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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someplace-darker · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 3: Glove Kink | Din Djarin

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no y/n)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, PWP, public sex, fingering, glove kink, is finger sucking a warning? it is now, reader is afab but no pronouns are used

Summary: Maybe you should be a little bit more subtle about how much you want Din.

A/N: hi this is the late day 3! I thought i was gonna do 3 and 4 tonight but stuff came up so 4 and 5 should be out tomorrow! Also i think this is the first Din thing i've ever written.

Din knows that your eyes linger on him when he works, whether it’s catching bounties or cleaning his blasters, your gaze tracks him with blatant yearning. He was glad that even if his helmet restricted many things in life, at least his emotions were concealed beneath the impenetrable beskar and cold vocoder. It’s not any different this time. You’re sitting in the back of some outer-rim cantina sitting across from Din as he surveys the room, eyes glued to the way the yellow lights reflect and bounce on every surface of his armor.

Of course Din doesn’t tell you that he can see you, that his head may be turned but he’s noting each clench of your thighs, each pass of your tongue over your lips. It’s amusing to say the least, he finds it almost pathetic how you can’t seem to keep ahold of yourself in his presence. Although you’ve run out of things around you to look at and busy yourself with. You’re skilled in combat and handy with a weapon when needed, but Din does the rest, such as waiting in shadows and silence for the right moment to pounce on a target.

Which is exactly why you’re in the rundown cantina in the first place. A tip had come in from a reliable source that the man whose puck you currently carried in your pocket frequented this place in particular. Obviously not that reliable, seeing as the two of you have been sitting here for hours without a sign of him. The light from the dual suns is dwindling, the orange glow from outside the windows turning to purples and blues. The room is starting to empty itself, everyone collectively deciding to turn in for the night and laying down their credits for the bartender before seeing themselves out.

Except for you and the Mandalorian.

“Are we leaving yet?” you question, acutely aware of how you sound like a petulant child. In reality, you’re just massively turned on and need the (semi)privacy of the razor crest.

“No. This place doesn’t close for another hour, he could still show up,” Din replies, voice hoarse and dipped in molten heat. The same heat that occupies your body as you listen to him speak. You’re not exactly sure when it became this bad, turned into biting your hand as you fucked yourself in his bunk, watching a little closer at how his back twitches under your touch while you stitch a blade wound.

Focusing on how his hands toss assailants around like it’s nothing.

“Okay, can I at least head back to the ship? We’ll meet there,” you try to negotiate as he tilts his head in your direction, something like a sigh leaving him. His fingers tap on the table between you, gloves flexing around his hand as it moves.

He doesn’t answer immediately this time, his fingers stopping the rhythmic movement to instead clench into a fist, your stare still locked on his hands. Hands that you’ve thought about so many times before. Din clearing his throat snaps you out of your trance, looking up to see him leaning back against the booth, legs spread wide.

“Tell me mesh’la,” you’re not exactly sure how, but his voice is lower now “how often do you think about my fingers wrapping around your throat?”

Shock riddles your brain following his bluntly delivered question, the rest of your body shivering at his tone and how it drips with hunger. You glance out of the darkened corner booth you're seated in, the only people remaining are the bartender and passed out straggler on the other side. Slowly, you turn back to him. His visor reveals nothing and you wonder for a second if you imagined him saying it. Still, you lick your lips and murmur a soft “what?”

Din regards you as you squirm in your seat, turning to jerk his head to the left and pat the spot next to him. It feels as if you’re moving through the thickest water in the galaxy when you start to shift and push yourself around to his side, not looking away from him even when your knee bumps into his as you settle. The cool leather of his glove brushes against your cheek, curving down to cradle the line of your jaw. “I want you to tell me how much you think about me when you’re two fingers deep into your own cunt,” he speaks again, this time slower.

He watches the realization dawn over your pretty face, gloved thumb pressing gently against the plush cushions of your lips. “You can hear me?” you whisper, clenching your thighs once more, except this time he’s close enough to feel it. “Usually you think I’m sleeping,” he confirms, watching your spit coat the tip of his thumb when your mouth parts just the slightest.

How long has he known?

Lifting his arm, Din moves it to rest on the back of the booth, turning his body to keep his other hand on your face. Your tongue darts out to brush against the tip of his glove, moaning quietly when he allows you to lower your head and suck on the digit. “Do you want me to make you feel good, honey?” Din sounds like he’s teetering on the edge of restraint, voice more strained than before.

You shouldn’t, you know there’s still people in the building, but all your brain can focus on is the ragged rise and fall of the mandalorian’s chest.

And fuck, you really are tired of not knowing what it’s like.

Pulling your head back and off his finger, you nod frantically “yes, Din, please.” Almost instantly he’s pushing his index and middle fingers past your lips once more, grunting when you circle them with your tongue. Once they’re covered in your spit he pulls them out with a soft pop, dragging them down your cloth covered torso before pushing past the waistband of your trousers and curling them into you. The back of your head blooms with a sharp pain when you throw it back against his beskar covered arm, pleasure quickly covering the pain when he pumps them once, then twice.

Fuck, he didn’t even bother taking the gloves off, yet somehow it makes it better. The mere acknowledgment that he’s finger fucking you with his gloves still on is enough to make your cunt flutter around him. “Come on, I know you’re close. You practically rode the booth for the last few hours,” his voice is strained, a lilting tease playing at the tip of his tongue and it makes you laugh breathily. The laugh quickly morphs into a whine, brows furrowing as you turn your face against his arm, condensation forming on the cold metal.

He curls his fingers inside you repeatedly, adjusting his wrist so his thumb can find your clit and press circles into it. “Feels so good, wanted you for so long, fuck Din,” he hushes you gently, still aware of your location and missing bartender. Hips pressing down into his hand you start a rhythm, rocking into his hand like you’ve been hit with the strongest aphrodisiac in the galaxy.

Din’s silent now, entirely honed in on you now, watching as your back arches and you come with a shuddering cry. He presses the head of his helmet to your temple, slowing the movement of his fingers until you stop shaking. “Good, cyare,” he pulls his hand from your bottoms and taps your cheek, cock throbbing in his pants when your jaw relaxes and allows his fingers in. You pull back and grin, eyes hooded and pupils blown.

“That was much better than anything I thought of,” you say, voice wavering.

Din is about to answer but stops when the hiss of a door sounds out. “What’s wrong?” you whisper, head clearing enough to reach down for your blaster.

“I think we have company.”

#kinktober #my writing #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian smut #din djarin smut #din djarin #star wars fic

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Ruined Me (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This is a request from @underatreedrinkingtea ! I wasn't too familiar with the song so I hope I lived up to the request, I might have gone a different path oops. Also, I feel like I've used all the pictures of Graves I could find on Pinterest so if you see me reusing one... close your eyes you didn't see anything.

Based on Ruins by Aaryan Shah

f! reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, angst, Graves is a dick, pet names, cursing, not a happy ending oops

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Waiting at home for Phillip felt like a losing battle, dating a military man was never easy, but somehow you felt like you got the short end of the stick with Graves. The two of you had been dating for a year, not counting the 3 or 4 breakups which always ended up with you two getting back together (breakup and makeup sex included).

Finally deciding to give up waiting for him, you stood up, flicked off the tv, and walked to the bedroom you and Graves shared whenever he was home, which evidently was not tonight. The obnoxiously bright alarm clock read 3:34 a.m., you pushed it away from you so the light didn't taunt you as you tried to sleep.

Staring at the ceiling you were hoping you would hear keys at the door or something to let you know he was home, and safe. Eventually, sleep overtook you and you drifted off hoping your military man would be home soon.

A creak at the door caused you to slightly wake up, flipping the alarm clock towards you to check the time, 5:12 a.m., what the hell. You felt the bed dip as your “long lost” boyfriend had finally found his way back home.

“Phillip,” you were half awake, “Where were you,”

“Hey baby, Shepherd had some shit for me, the usual, don't worry about it,” he was pulling you closer to him in bed, he sounded so casual about the whole matter, which just made you more upset.

“You could’ve texted, you do have a phone”, you adjusted in his arms to face him now.

“Ahh yeah, shit, that's on me, my bad it slipped my mind”, how could texting your girlfriend slip your mind you thought to yourself. Probably another one of his bullshit excuses for something you'd rather not know.

“Missed you doll”, his hands were all over you as he placed kisses on your neck and forehead.

“Phillip, I missed you too but it's 5 a.m. can we at least try to go to bed before the sun’s up”,

“How about we just fuck instead, I don't want to sleep”, Graves was now on top of you continuing his work on your neck, knowing your weakness. “Cmon baby”,

You felt yourself getting weak under his grasp, he always knew how to make you come apart. You reached a hand up to his face, snaking it around the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, Graves moaning into your lips as your other hand snuck down to his boxers as you felt for his hard-on.

Phillip’s hands pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion as he immediately connected his fingers to your heat, wasting no time to dive into your folds. “Let me hear you baby c'mon”, he encouraged your small moans as he continued his work with you.

“Just fuck me already Phillip”, and he obliged the request as he grabbed both of your legs tossing them over his shoulders, pushing deep inside you.

Morning eventually rolled around and neither you nor Graves got any amount of sleep. Glancing at the alarm clock that now read 10:23 a.m., you forced yourself to the shower, Phillip still sleeping.

Mid shower you heard someone on the phone, Graves speaking in a low whisper to the other voice. Cutting the shower short, you wrapped up in a towel to eavesdrop on your boyfriend.

“I can ship out tonight, whatever you need Captain, hell I’d leave right now”, you felt shell-shocked. He didn't even want to see you when he came home, too busy planning the next mission. “Sounds great, see y’all tonight, bye”.

“What the hell was that Phillip, another mission? You just got home”,

“It’s business, you wouldn't get it”, he shot back, walking past you into the bathroom, “You done with the shower?”

“Fuck you, it's not business, you're just using me, Phillip, come home for a fuck and then quickly pack up and leave”, seeing red was putting it lightly with how you felt right now.

“Watch what you’re saying there doll, might say something you regret”, his hand was rubbing his jaw, obviously irritated with you.

“I’m not gonna regret anything, you come home late, and leave early. It's very obvious I’m just here to fuck, we don't talk about anything, you don't ask me about my day, you're cold to me Phillip”,

“If it's so obvious why’d you let me use you then huh? What makes you think you deserved to be anything more?”, his words stung like venom, you felt frozen standing in a towel as he berated you in the shared bathroom.

“I hate you so much, Phillip Graves”,

“You don't seem to be understanding this doll, so I’m gonna take that with a grain of salt, I don’t have time to be your ideal boyfriend, I got Shadow Company to run, don't hate me because you let me use you, deep down you knew it”, twisting the knife deeper with his words, he didn’t care how deep the wound he was creating was. Maybe you were mad he was right, mad at yourself for letting it happen, especially for so long.

Graves walked up to you, taking your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look at him, “My loneliness isn't love darling, you just couldn't figure it out fast enough”,

“You ruined me, you wasted a year of my life, what am I supposed to do?”

“Ruined? Don’t be dramatic now,” he was leaning up against the counter now, “Hey you know what, you ever want to fuck again you just give me a call, I would always love to have you in my bed again darling”,

“Get the fuck out of my house Graves, it’s done, we’re done, leave”, your now ex-boyfriend’s hands went up in a defensive matter as he slid past you to leave the bathroom, he grabbed his untouched duffle and headed towards the door.

“I’ll be seeing you, yeah? Don’t be a stranger gorgeous”, Phillip winked at you as he left, letting the door slam behind him. You stood arms crossed still in shock at what had happened.

“Karma will get you one day Phillip Graves”, mumbling under your breath as you went back to finish the shower that was interrupted.

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Another angsty one for yall, sometimes evil Graves just takes over

#phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #phillip graves #warren kole #phillip graves cod #Spotify

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take-taker-taken · 11 months

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Oh wondrous great writer one... (is that enough grovelling?) I was wondering if I could just get a lil fluffy Taker supporting his beloved reader after a long day at work? I've had a bit of a grim week.

Flattery will get you everywhere! I’m sorry that you’ve had a grim week - hopefully this will make you feel better…

Home Safe

You walk in the door, nudging it shut behind you and toss your keys into the bowl. Effort. You drop your bag on the floor, hang up your coat and kick off your shoes. Ugh, everything is so much effort.

“Hey baby!” His voice calls through from the kitchen but you’re so exhausted, even that isn’t enough to raise a smile. Shoulders slumping, you wander through and he’s there at the sink rinsing some veggies. Not many people realise, but he’s quite the chef when he wants to be. He turns to you with a smile on his face but it slips when he sees you, replaced with a frown.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His soft tone and obvious concern threaten to open the floodgates and your bottom lip wobbles. “Oh, hey now - come here.” He drops what he’s doing and has his arms around you in seconds, a small hum rumbling comfort as he pulls you against his chest. He drops a kiss on to the top of your head as you cling to him, feeling your tears recede. “What’s wrong?” He asks again, rocking you gently side to side.

“Just this week,” you mumble, “the whole thing has been like ice skating up a hill and I’m so tired of it.”

“You work too hard, y’know.” He squeezes you tighter for a brief moment and kisses your head again. “I know, I know - just your nature,” he says, cutting off the muffled protest you’re trying to make into his shirt. He loosens his hold and steps back, though keeps his hands on your waist. “How about you let me take care of you tonight, huh? I’m making that pasta that you like.”

You sniff a bit and look up, giving him a watery smile. “That’d be nice.”

“There ya go,” he says, pleased to have raised a smile and dips his head down for a kiss. His lips are soft and he steals two or three pecks of your lips until you laugh quietly. He pulls out a chair from the island and guides you up on to it. “Now, you just sit yourself there while I make dinner, OK? Let me get you a drink.”

Feeling better already just for being home with him, you nod and stretch up as you to try to figure out how far along dinner is. A drink in your favourite glass appears in front of you, delivered alongside a kiss to your cheek and you take a sip and sigh softly. He continues to be busy around the kitchen as he prepares the meal, talking to you all the while - all kinds of subjects except work because it’s the weekend now and this time is just for the two of you. Any time he walks by you there’s a kiss, or a hand through your hair or if he has more time, those big hands on your shoulders, gently massaging. By the time he serves dinner most of the tension has melted away and then he reveals that your favourite dessert is in the fridge, too.

He steps away part way through dessert and you’re finishing up by the time he comes back. He makes short work of his own and then you load the dishwasher together despite his protests. You expect to move to the living room for some TV but he takes your hand and you give him a confused look.

“I said I was gonna take care of you, didn’t I?” You nod and he smiles. “So, come on.”

He leads you upstairs to the bathroom where the tub is just about full and bubbles float on top. The room is warm and smells of lavender and you turn to him and squeeze him tight as you feel tears threaten again, but this time it’s a combination of happiness and relief. He carefully undresses you and helps you settle into the water and you close your eyes as the warmth surrounds you.

“Just gonna go get you another drink - won’t be long.” He slips quietly out of the room and you lay there in a blissful state, free of stress and feeling thoroughly spoiled. When he comes back he speaks to you about some plans for the weekend - a trip to the cabin, if you want? You nod as enthusiastically as your relaxation allows. Before the water begins to cool he’s sitting you up gently and running a sponge up and down each of your limbs in turn and then taking a firmer tact with your neck and shoulders. He holds the glass to your lips for you to have more sips and then invites you to cuddle up into a fluffy white towel that he takes from the heated rail. Scooping you up still inside it, he carries you to the bedroom where the lights are down low and sets you on the bed.

“Face down, sweetheart - I’ve warmed up the lavender oil.” You almost feel guilty and start to tell him it’s not necessary but he shushes you. “Tonight is for you, baby - I want to spoil you, so let me, OK?

“‘K… thank you, ohhh…” Any other thoughts of protest are driven away along with the tension from your shoulders as his big hands glide over your skin. Firm, sure movements that relax you bit by bit into a boneless puddle - you’re so relaxed that you barely register him gently wiping the oil away with the towel before manoeuvring you into bed.

“Love you,” you murmur as you fight sleep - you want to hold on to this moment for as long as you can.

He slips in next to you and kisses your lips. “I love you too, baby. Sleep now, sweetheart.” He pulls you to him, bringing you the peace that comes with knowing you’re treasured.

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #wwe #wwf #american badass #fluff fic #the undertaker x reader #american badass x reader #fanfic #ttt tumblr asks

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scorpioncobrababe84 · 8 days

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Making a Splash

Johnny Lawrence x reader

Daniel said I could go for a swim in their pool. They'll be out of the house for a bit, but ultimately it'll be a calm day so I've got free reign in backyard Larusso.

I hadn't gone for a swim all summer yet and I've been dying to get in some swimming and sun time.

I put on a black bikini, my cross necklace, flip flops and grabbed my beach bag which had a towel, my book, my phone and earphones, water and suntan lotion, and sunblock.

I pushed my sunglasses up onto my head before I grabbed some lemonade and went outside into the sunny backyard.

The water was clear and crisp - freshly cleaned by the looks of it.

I set down my things on the lounge chair by the pool and the table beside it.

Before I could go for a swim, I massaged sunscreen all over my body. I put a bit of suntan lotion on and laid back in the chair with my sunglasses on, letting the golden beams wash over my body.

I had my eyes closed and was enjoying a moment of serenity when suddenly

"Daniel! Open up! C'mon, you come into my dojo to trash talk me, now you can back it up!"

I jolted at the yelling, my heart racing as I turned to find Johnny at the door. I was a little relieved it was him, but at the same time I was excited by his presence.

"He's not here." I said.

He turned to me.

"Shit, really?" he was visibly disappointed and was hoping to kick Daniel's ass today.

"Yeah, he's busy with work today. Its a busy day for the whole family. Thats why they let me use the pool today." I explained.

He nodded and looked around.

"So, Larusso's really not here?"

"No. Anything I could help you with?"

"Not really.. I came here to fight, and I dont fight chicks."

As I suspected, but I appreciate his transparency.

"Maybe you can hold off on the fighting, and come for a swim." I then turned around and jumped into the pool.

I came up for air.

Treading the water, I taunted him.

"What? Scared you'll rust if you get in the water?"

"No."

I swam to the edge of the pool, resting my arms across the ledge.

"The water's fine, you know."

"Yeah, well, I didn't come to swim."

"Okay, I guess I'll just be skinny dipping alone." I innocently smiled and batted my eyelashes.

I took off my bikini bottom and threw it at him. He caught it, and looked at it.

I swam to the other side of the pool, staring him down, challenging him.

I slowly untied my bikini from the back, then reached up to behind my neck to finish untying it.

A sly grin grew on Johnny's face.

"You're not serious."

"I'm not?" I raised an eyebrow. I untied the bikini string around my neck, revealing my breasts.

I placed the bikini on the ledge of the pool.

"I could go for a swim." He said. He took off his shoes, shirt and finally his jeans. He was in his boxers and I could see an outline of his cock.

He jumped into the pool, causing a big splash.

He swam over to me.

"So, skinny dipping, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Though I'm the only one."

"You really want me to get naked out here?"

"Yeah."

"No barriers, y'know."

"Maybe I don't want any." I challenged him.

"Alright." He took off his boxers, tossing them on the edge of the pool.

I was against the wall and he caged me in with his arms. He was slowly moving closer and closer to me, I could start to feel his-

"So, skinny dipping, huh? You like being naked in other people's backyards?"

"Maybe. Maybe I just like being naked wherever I can be."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm." I nodded

"And you like being naked around guys like me?"

"Not guys like you. You."

"You are something else." He smirked.

"I know." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my tits against his chest.

He grabbed my jaw and kissed me fervently, entering my mouth with his tongue.

His hands wandered my body, landing on my hips, then moving to grab my ass. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel how hard he was getting under the water. I started rolling my hips against him.

The kiss got more passionate, and he pushed me against the wall of the pool.

I felt him at my entrance as I wrapped my legs around him.

"Do you really wanna do this?"

"Oh yes. Please Johnny."

"And you're sure? Right here in the pool?"

"Please. I want you. I really do." I whispered in his ear.

I didn't think it would feel all that good in the water, but our sounds flooded the pool, until we both finished.

He held me for a moment before I spoke up.

"I ought to get dressed, Daniel will be back soon."

I grabbed my bikini, and swam to the stairs of the pool, sitting for a moment, putting my swimwear back on.

He swam to me sitting beside me. He rubbed my shoulders and kissed the space between my shoulder blades, moving up to my neck.

"That was really hot." He said lowly.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled as I finished tying my bikini top.

"Yeah." He took the straps from me, tying it for me.

We got out of the pool and put our clothes back on and dried off.

"I better go, I have to train Miguel in a bit."

"Okay. I hope you had fun."

"I did."

"Good."

As he was leaving through the gate I heard Daniel's car arrive in the driveway.

He hopped the fence, giving me one last look before he sped off.

Daniel came to the backyard to find me innocently reading my book on a lounge chair.

"So how'd the day at the pool go?" he asked.

"It went swimmingly." I smirked.

He was none the wiser.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence #mine #the karate kid #daniel larusso #tkk

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angry-geese · 2 years

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Lost and Losing It

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: none! Sfw. Angst with a happy ending, first kiss, friends to lovers, probably some secondhand embarrassment. Gn!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Synopsis:

"what the hell are you still doing in Hawkins?" Eddie asks.

"we were supposed to get out of here, remember?" You ask. "You and I were gonna go to California to make it big. But you're still in school and I'm still stuck working the same shitty warehouse job!"

He recalls how eerily similar your conversation sounds to an argument you had months back. That ended badly. You didn't talk to him for a week. Even after you made up, things weren't ever quite the same. You buried yourself in work. And Eddie...

Perhaps you've changed a lot. Perhaps Eddie hasn't changed at all.

When Eddie hears a car pulling up the gravel road to his uncle’s trailer, he writes it off as one of his neighbors. The microwave dings, signaling his Cup O Noodles is ready. The first time he hears a knock at the door, he ignores it. It must be Mrs. Morgan asking for salt again. Whoever it is at the door must be in a hurry, he thinks, because a moment later they knock again. This time it's far louder.

Muttering a few choice expletives, he abandons his ramen for the door. He figures whichever door to door salesman it is, will go away the moment he answers. One of the last people he expects to see standing on his doorstep, is you.

You’re still dressed in your work uniform: black Carhartts, a long sleeve shirt under a red polo with the company name sewn into the sleeve. There's a book in your hands: Dungeon Masters Guide. You offer it to him sheepishly. Several yellow post-its stick out of the book. He catches a glimpse of your neat handwriting on one.

“I wasn't feeling well so Mr. Matthews let me leave work a bit early.” You say. “I came by to drop off your book.”

A pencil sticks out from behind his ear. His hair is tied back. He has a safety pin in the piercing you once did years ago. The top few buttons of his shirt have come undone, revealing a new tattoo. It's fresh. The skin around it is still red, and irritated.

“Do you want to come hang for a bit?” He asks. “It's just… it's been awhile since I last saw you.”

You wring your hands. “I'm sorry.” You say. “I've been so busy with work. And my dad—he's sick again. The doctors are saying it's pneumonia this time.”

You look tired, he notes. Really tired.

It's as if the span of a few months has aged you ten years. You're no longer the same person he saw at school all those years ago. You've changed. Perhaps he hasn't changed at all.

“I get it.” He says. “Sometimes I forget you’ve technically got bills and stuff now.”

You laugh. “Yeah. I guess I’m supposed to be a responsible adult now.”

“Want a beer?” He asks. Light floods the kitchen as he cracks the door to the fridge open.

“Sure.” You say. “I can't drink too much, though. I drove here and my dad will have my ass if he catches me coming home plastered again.”

The bottles clink together as he holds them both in one hand. Using a lighter, he pries the caps off. “How’s he doing?” Eddie asks. “Your dad, I mean.”

“I dunno,” you say. “He's not getting worse but… he keeps talking about some malaria medication they gave him before he left for the war. He's saying that's what made him sick,

“It's just… not like him,” you continue. “I don't think he's lying, but it sounds so absurd.”

“It's not like that's the first, or last time the US government has experimented on its citizens.” He says. “Just look at MK Ultra.”

“That's not comforting at all.” You say, laughing softly.

The cushion beside you dips as he sits. He frees the pencil from behind his ear, tossing it aside. Your eyes fall to the rack of mugs hung above the counter. Such a familiar place, and yet you feel like a stranger here. You can hardly count all the evenings you've spent here, playing dnd, and being a general terror to the neighborhood. The countless summers you’d swim in the quarry, drunk, half naked, and freezing to death come sunset.

The silence that settles over the room isn't one you can call comfortable. Eddie twists one of his rings between his forefinger and thumb. His knee bounces anxiously. You bring the beer to your lips and take a sip. It feels as if you have to swallow twice for it to finally go down.

“Rick’s back?” You ask. “Thought he was still in jail.”

“He's on parole right now.” Eddie says. “Why? You looking to buy something?”

“Not really,” you say. “Just bein’ nosy.”

Your weak attempt at small talk has fallen flat on its face. He seems to take a sudden interest in picking at his nails. The black polish on them is badly chipped. They look to have been bitten down to the nail beds.

"What the hell are you still doing in Hawkins?" Eddie asks.

Something akin to anger flares up in your chest. You recall how eerily similar this conversation is to an argument you had months back. That ended badly. You didn't talk to him for a week. Even after you made up, things weren't ever quite the same. You buried yourself in work. And Eddie…

“We were supposed to get out of here, remember?” You ask. “You and I were gonna go to California to make it big. I'd be a published author and your band was supposed to be making it big out West. But you're still in school, and I'm still stuck working the same shitty warehouse job!”

Perhaps you’ve changed a lot. Perhaps Eddie hasn't changed at all.

“86 is gonna be my year.” He says.

“That's what you said last year.” You say. “You were supposed to walk with me at graduation. And we were supposed to flip Principal Higgins the bird as we walked on that stage!”

“You still flipped him off.” Eddie says. His face is close enough to yours that you can feel his breath against your skin. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

“God you should have seen the look on his face,” you say. “What are they gonna do though, suspend me? I left that shithole behind,

“I do miss Hellfire, though. We should run another campaign this summer.”

Your dad always figured you were fine playing dnd. He thought you may run into some real weirdos while playing it, but he wasn't opposed to you doing so.

You suppose he wasn't entirely wrong about the weirdos part. Not that you mind. You find them to be plenty better company than most people.

“I don't care if I have to wait another year,” you say. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Trust me, I am army crawling my way to a passing grade in Econ.” He says.

Eddie Munson is not dumb. You always figured that if things were different—if even a little—that he would be out of there by now. He's bright. Christ—he reads more than you—more than most people you know. He’s a talented DM, and an even better storyteller.

Sometimes you think things aren't made for people like him. Or you, for that matter.

The first year and a half of highschool went well. After spring break of sophomore year, everything went to shit. You're not certain why it did. Maybe people are right when they say Hawkins is cursed. But you’re not religious, nor are you superstitious. And all those stories about something being buried beneath this town are just that: stories.

Eddie was always there to remind you that things didn't have to suck. And when you were around him, they didn't.

Eddie thinks he should pinch himself. He's dreaming. He must be dreaming. You… in his house… with his uncle at work. It's just too… perfect.

Getting you alone was always difficult to do, especially as you got older. Hellfire wasn't the place for it. Class wasn't. And after you graduated, most of your free time was spent working. The few times he tried to stop by your house, he didn't get any further than talking with your father. Usually you were at work. When you weren't, the conversations you had were often brief, and one sided.

Eddie has thought long and hard about how this conversation would go. How he would apologize, or maybe you would. Maybe you were still mad at him. Or maybe time had simply pushed you two apart, creating a rift that would never truly heal.

Your hand presses against his knee to prevent it from bouncing. Eddie hadn't even realized he was doing it.

His heart leaps into his throat. Eddie’s hand wraps around yours, as if to move it, yet simply stops there.

“Sorry you were just… I was…” You stammer out a few more fragments of a sentence before finally saying: “wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah,” he says, “sure, sure.” Although his head is turned away, you can see the redness that creeps up his cheeks.

You fumble for the remote, switching the TV on. Nightmare on Elm Street. The movie looks to be about halfway over.

“I missed hanging out with you.” He says quietly.

“I missed you too—hanging you with you, I mean.” You say. “God it's been so weird without you around. Even my dad has been asking where you were and he…”

“Can't stand me?”

“Nah,” you say. “I think you’ve grown on him.”

Eddie has finally noticed how close your faces have gotten. Your free hand has moved to cover his, and he prays you won't notice how badly his palms are sweating.

“Can I… do you want to…” You pause for a moment, seemingly collecting yourself. “Can I kiss you?”

“You can.” He says, with no hesitation. His pointer finger and thumb dig into the flesh of his arm, and he feels the sharp sting of it. He’s not dreaming…

Your lips press against his gently, but with a certain neediness behind them. You taste faintly like coffee, and his stubble scratches your skin. Something burns in his chest, and it's not from the alcohol.

Eddie thinks that if he died now, he would die a happy man.

Your lips part from his with a soft smack. His eyes don't open until your hands move to cup his cheeks, guiding him to look at you.

“Kiss me again,” you say. “Please.”

You must not know how long he’s been waiting to hear those words.

This time, he leans in first. His hair tickles your neck as he nips at your bottom lip. You are expecting his hands to find your waist; you aren't expecting his tongue to enter your mouth.

The front door slides open and in steps Wayne Munson. He kicks the toe of his boot against the front step, knocking the dirt off them, before discarding his Georgia Loggers at the door.

“Mr. Munson,” you say, shuffling away from Eddie. “You’re home early!”

Wayne greets you with a nod, and a grunt, before settling into his recliner. He gets up once to grab the remote, switching to the nightly news. Within a matter of minutes, Eddie’s uncle goes from wide awake, to dozing off, occasionally waking himself up with his own snores.

“Why don't we go hang out in your room?” You ask.

“Sounds like a good idea.” He says.

#eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #ehh im not really that active in this fandom so im not 100% sure how people tag thing #eddie stranger things #eddie st4 #OSHA compliant #fluff #stranger things fluff #probably not canon complint but oh well lol

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(town)House Hunters | Jadrigo

Featuring: Rodrigo Escobar, Jade Clark & an annoying pest's guest appearance. Notes: A look into Jadrigo's search for a home together during the late summer. Enjoy!

RODRIGO

Rodrigo had become a Zillow monster. It was the appropriate label he had come up for himself. He had notifications on, he messaged realtors all day, he was pretty sure Jade was going to take his phone away at some point. To be fair, none of the apartments the real estate agent had taken them to was good enough. Hopefully today's adventure of three places would bring them some luck. It's not like they were in any hurry but the excitement of moving in with Jade made him want this even more. They waited in the car for the agent to pull up and he looked over to his girlfriend. "Apartment hunting makes me hungry."

JADE

Jade sat in the driver's seat of her minivan while she and Rodrigo waited for the arrival of the agent. Although business had been picking up, she was trying to cut back her personal hours and hold a better balance in her life. The efforts had been a partial response to her having started therapy and her largely trying to be careful not to burn herself out. With the heater in the car keeping them warm, she looked over to Rodrigo and playfully rolled her eyes while chuckling. "Apartment hunting does? You are the first person I've ever heard say that something like apartment hunting spurs on hunger." As she said this, she reached for her tote and dipped her hand inside before pulling out a snack-sized bag of chocolate chip teddy grahams to hand her boyfriend.

RODRIGO

He smiled softly at Jade's offer and took the Teddy Grahams. "Thanks. You're the best." He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. He tossed a couple of bears into his mouth and offered some to Jade before sitting back and looking out the window. "So, separated kitchen, nice office space. Those are our musts. Oh! She's here." He gestured toward the parked car and grinned widely. "Ready?"

JADE

Jade smiled at the kiss to her cheek and then shook her head to politely decline his offer for some of the Teddy Grahams. While Rodrigo listed off their wish list items for a new place, she gave a simple nod at each. "That's it. Although, the separate kitchen might be the toughest to find in an apartment. We might have to consider looking into renting a home..." She knew there was a chance that could cost them a little more but it was San Francisco--everything was going to be on the pricy side regardless. Her eyes followed where he was gesturing and then nodded, "Ready." She turned off the engine and pulled her keys out to drop into her tote before exiting the minivan and joining Rodrigo to meet up with the agent.

RODRIGO

“A home. Huh.” He thought about it as he unbuckled himself and got out of the car. Rodrigo didn’t entirely mind the idea. A house would be great for the two of them and Miranda would absolutely love it. Also, there would be the opportunity of separating the pets at first if need be. A house would also mean room for the twins if they ever wanted to stay over. “Maybe we should tell her if she has a house to show us we wouldn’t mind looking?” He smiled at his girlfriend and reached for her hand to walk toward the agent.

JADE

Jade felt a small anxious jump in her chest after mentioning the idea of them renting a house, but she tried to push the feeling away while Rodrigo mulled over the idea. She shouldered her tote and locked the car once both of them were out, making her way to her boyfriend's side. And when he spoke about the idea again, she smiled a little. "That sounds good. But we can go ahead and see what she has for us for right now, in the meantime." Accepting his hand, the two of them approached the agent and greeted her. She told them a little about the neighborhood that the apartment complex was in--how close it was to stores, public transportation, entertainment and schools--and then she escorted the couple to the entrance and the elevator.

RODRIGO

It dawned on Rodrigo at that moment how much of a big deal this was for him. Jade was his first relationship where he felt as if he could be himself and while some might think moving in together was a huge step, it didn't feel that way for him at all. This felt organic. He gently squeezed Jade's small hand, nodding as the agent went on. Once inside the elevator, Rodrigo felt peace thinking about what the rest of his future with his girlfriend had in store for him. The agent led them out and toward the apartment and it was like an outer-body experience. Even if they didn't choose this particular place, it was their first viewing together. He couldn't help but sneak in a quick kiss right on Jade's temple once the door was opened. "Go ahead, the space is yours to view", the realtor allowed them inside and the couple looked around. "Jade, look at this main space. It's huge!"

JADE

Jade enjoyed all of the affectionate gestures from Rodrigo, whether it was him squeezing her hand, kissing her temple, cuddles on the couch or the things they did behind closed doors. As the two walked up to the complex, the realtor explained that they would be seeing a townhouse for rent, that she believed checked off each of their wish list items and then some. The townhouses were a part of an apartment complex community as well but Jade could see from the blue exterior that the townhouse they'd be viewing was two stories. Once inside, she followed Rodrigo past the threshold and her eyes immediately wandered. Naturally, she eyed the kitchen the most but she quickly noticed the size of it was already much bigger than her current or previous apartment. It made her a little wary of what the cost to rent was going to be for them bimut Rodrigo's enthusiasm did bring a smile to her face. "Miranda would have a field day with all the room to roam." She walked across the open living/dining rooms to the glass windows and doors leading to the backyard. Smiling a bit to herself, she said, "I've never had a backyard before."

RODRIGO

Rodrigo followed Jade as they both explored the townhouse and listened to anything the realtor had to add. Almost immediately, he got a good feeling about the space. It was big just like he had envisioned. It was perfect so they could have the twins over whenever they liked and they could host their friends in an open space. The more he thought about it, the more excited he felt. In the midst of all the drama in his life, this was his most constant thing, his most constant person. At the mention of Miranda, he chuckled, crossing his arms at his chest and watched Jade walk around. His laughter melted into a smile when Jade told him she had never had a backyard and he thought about how he's always lived in small apartments or rooms all his life. "Me neither. Imagine all the entertaining we will be able to do!" The realtor then leaned into Rodrigo's direction as Jade looked out to the yard and added, "great for children!" and then winked at Rodrigo, his eyes widened only slightly and he glanced over to the older woman, nodding politely but getting the sinking feeling in his stomach. Did he want a future with Jade? Absolutely. He knew that now more than ever. But kids? Kids was a sensitive topic to him. What kind of father would he ever be if he's never had a true father figure? He took a deep breath and walked over to his girlfriend, snaking an arm around her waist. "I love it here."

JADE

While Jade was usually observant and kept herself acutely aware of herself and her surroundings, she'd been so absorbed by something like having a backyard for the first time in her life, that she hadn't completely heard Rodrigo's comment about them entertaining there. Her mother always had them living in high-rise condos and luxury apartments with communal "yard space" that she rarely got to utilize due to the jam-packed rehearsals, study sessions and additional lessons her mother kept her in. But as she started to turn and ask Rodrigo if he could repeat what he said, she'd overheard the realtor make a comment about something being great for children. Her back was still to them as she gazed out at the yard. She and Rodrigo hadn't really talked about having kids one day but she knew she could see her life with Rodrigo. Maybe it was too soon to have that thought when thy hadn't even been together or a year, but she knew there also wasn't a set time that needed to pass before someone knew this. Rodrigo had been the first person whom she truly loved, and would be happy having him be the only one whom she'd love and share a life with. And as long as the two of them continued to love, care for, connect with and be in love with each other, she believed that the two of them could handle anything that came their way, cliche as it sounded.

At the feeling of his arms around her, she pulled herself from her own thoughts and softly smiled. "I do too so far. But maybe we should see the upstairs too though to make sure, before we talk about signing a lease or putting down a deposit though? I'd hate for us to be deceived by the bedroom sizes, knowing how sometimes photographs can make a space look larger than it actually is."

RODRIGO

"No, you're right." He was thankful that his girlfriend was so grounded and realistic in her approach when it came to finding a rental. It made the process easier being with someone so reasonable and on the same page as he was. At this point, he would have had a million fights with his ex. He appreciated how normal and second nature this all felt. He took Jade's hand in his and the two made their way upstairs. As they looked around, Rodrigo heard a some sounds downstairs and looked over to the realtor who flashed a smile at him. "That's my two o'clock. Probably here earlier than expected. I'll go show them the lower level while you two take a look here. Take your time, please! I'll met with you both downstairs!"

Rodrigo nodded and then turned his attention toward Jade once the agent was gone. "Think it's some ploy to get us to seal the deal?" he chuckled as he looked around. "Imagine." he shook his head and kept the smirk on his face. "What do you think, babe?"

JADE

Jade held Rodrigo's hand and walked with him up to the townhouse's second story. Her eyes were sizing up each room and considering the possibility for each space, were they to end up living there. The master bedroom was large and when they stood in it, she imagined them moving Rodrigo's bed in and the two of them being surrounded by books. In the middle of her imagining, however, she'd heard the noises and followed Rodrigo's gaze to their realtor, her brows sloping in confusion.

The explanation made Jade nod once and she watched the realtor exit the room and head down the hall for the stairs. After a small, thoughtful hum, she replied, "Maybe. If she's really determined to get someone in here. It does seem kind of awkward to have two different couples here at the same time." Her head turned to give the room another gradual look before she lifted her gaze back to her boyfriend. "I think that I could see us living here. I'd like us to have an inspection conducted first, just to be absolutely sure that everything here is okay before we make any final commitments, but otherwise," her arms slipped around Rodrigo's waist while she faced him and looked up at him, "I think we've found our new home together."

RODRIGO

He really did appreciate the good head on Jade's shoulders. The idea of getting an inspection done beforehand was perfect and definitely not something he would have thought about on his own. "Alright, then let's put an application in and we'll tell her about getting an inspection and if everything checks out, we'd love it." And it was almost as if he had heard an echo coming from downstairs. Someone had repeated that last phrase practically at the same time as him. "Wait..." He squeezed his girlfriend's hand before gesturing toward the stairs so they could see what was going on there.

"But I do need to conduct the necessary credit and background checks and there's an application fee, of course. Also, there's the matter that I have another couple looking at the house and seemed very..." the realtor spoke to the others as Rodrigo and Jade approached them.

"Interested?" He smiled at the woman before his gaze shifted from her to the pair she had been talking to. "Julia?" There she was with assistant director of the company she and Amaya belonged to. So the rumors were true after all.

"Oh, you two know one another ?! What a small world. Guess you'll have to fight to the death, then!" The realtor thought she was making a joke, perhaps the couples were friends but it became clear soon enough that they weren't. Julia cleared her throat and nodded at Rodrigo, completely ignoring Jade. "We're prepared to pay six months in advance..."

JADE

Jade's momentary bliss with Rodrigo was short-lived by the voices drifting from downstairs. Her brows pulled together at the same time that Rodrigo squeezed her hand. She'd walked with him back to the stairs; curiosity had certainly gotten the better of the 2 of them but the moment the couple downstairs came into view, Jade felt familiarity swiftly pulse through her. The man hadn't been someone whom she'd seen before but the woman most certainly was. She thought back to that day at the school, and how quickly she'd jump to a conclusion and misunderstood, only to learn that it was Rodrigo's ex.

Rodrigo confirmed as much when he spoke the woman's name and all Jade kept wondering was why in the hell was she here of all places? It couldn't seriously be a coincidence that the two of them were considering the same townhouse. Yet here they were, in the same townhouse, and with neither part really acknowledging the realtor's joke, Jade's eyes narrowed at Julia throwing out an offer like they were now at an auction.

She hated what Julia had done to Rodrigo; sure, Jade didn't know all of their history but she knew enough. She remembered the way the woman shoulder-checked her at the school and then blamed Jade for not watching where she was going. And now, she was trying to outbid them for the townhouse. Julia had taken plenty from Rodrigo. Sure, he and Jade could keep shopping and hope to find something else, or hope that there was another townhouse available but Jade didn't want Julia to have the chance at taking yet another thing from Rodrigo.

"We're prepared to buy it if a sale or rent-to-buy offer can be negotiated, along with a pre-inspection," Jade replied without hesitating. She'd looked coolly from the realtor to Rodrigo, squeezing his hand, and then threw a frosty gaze solely at Julia as though to say, "Your move".

RODRIGO

Rodrigo couldn't get the words together. There was plenty he wanted to say but was well aware of how this wasn't the time nor place for them. The man she was with knew of their relationship. Rodrigo knows he was ridiculed plenty when those two got together. Aera had warned him of how Julia was and the things she was probably saying behind his back and when everything had come to light, it had already been a long time coming. He heard Jade's words and was both surprised and impressed by her ability to say the right things and still pierce through Julia but he hated to pull her into any of this.

"Oh? That's actually in the contract. The owners are looking to sell if the right buyers come around..."

When the realtor seemed interested in Jade's response and had almost turned her back on Julia and David, the former rolled her eyes. "My move, huh? Rodri...I didn't know you were so serious with someone new. Congratulations! How will he afford to add a mortgage to his expenses on a teacher's salary? Oh wait, this is a sugar mommy situation, isn't it?"

"Julia! That is enough!" David pulled Julia's wrist to bring her closer to his side. "Rodrigo, I am so sorry. The house is beautiful but we wanted something different, maybe."

Rodrigo rubbed his thumb over Jade's knuckles. "I'd rather not acknowledge this rude woman. We can work with you once you've run all the necessary checks." Julia then added, "No, I think this is just fine, honey. We'll also pay a year's worth of pet fees. You know, for our kitty cat."

JADE

Jade smiled at the realtor letting them know that there was the possibility to buy. She didn't ask her dad for much of anything but if she had to, she would ask him for this, and she knew he would come through. Not only would they be secure in the townhome that they both loved but it would shut the cheating piece of gutter trash up, hopefully once and for all.

"Frankly, Julia, our finances are none of your concern," Jade interjected, ignoring the guy who was attempting to rein her in. "I know that minding your own business is a proven issue for you, but work on it." She hadn't even veiled the hardness in her voice as she spoke this to the other woman but she appreciated Rodrigo taking the high ground which reminded her not to stay focused on his ex.

Drawing in a deep breath, she smiled a bit and then nodded, "If we end up renting, yes of course. But since buying the townhome is an option, I would really like us to explore that option some more and see what we can agree on with the owners."

RODRIGO

Rodrigo took in a sharp breath, visibly annoyed by Julia and David's presence but also very much into this side of Jade he hardly had the chance to see. "You heard the lady, we'd be interested in buying."

"Us too." Julia practically stuck herself into the conversation only to be pulled by David who then reprimanded her. "Don't be insane. We're not buying and you know this is too far from the school. Thank you so much for your time and Rodrigo, best of luck." He looked over to Jade and nodded, "Ma'am."

Julia was not happy with any of this and rolled her eyes. "Good luck with this one. You'll be bored soon enough." Rodrigo didn't even face her, smiling at the realtor and shaking his head. When he felt it was safe to talk once more, he sighed. "I am so sorry for her. I hope it doesn't change your interest in us."

"Well, thank you for showing me how crazy she is. I'll make sure not to show her any more listings. If you're both interested, I would love to have you fill out the application, I'll waive the fee and stop showing it for the rest of the night."

JADE

Jade's eyes widened a fraction in a hard glare when Julia tried to up the ante for buying the townhouse over her and Rodrigo. While Jade didn't verbally pounce and waited to see what Julia was prepared to offer or if she actually was prepared to offer something, it was in that moment that Jade wished she could shoot lasers out of her eyes a la Superman. At least then, Julia could be melted down into a muted, plastic heap.

Thankfully, the man beside Julia quieted the blonde and Jade relaxed her own expression into a more neutral look, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes when Julia tried to 'warn' her or offer false well wishes to her with Rodrigo. Rather than saying anything back, Jade deliberately shifted her stance so her back was to Julia and her attention was fully on Rodrigo and their realtor.

With a schooled smile, Jade said, "We're interested, really. Although I would still like to have the inspection carried out before we make any final commitments." While the realtor stepped away to retrieve a copy of the application, Jade placed both of her hands in Rodrigo's and looked up to him, keeping her voice low so only he could hear, "And I was serious about us buying it. If we want to own the townhouse, we could do it. The cost for a mortgage couldn't be all that different from what we'd be paying in rent, and if we need help with the down payment...well... I don't ask my dad for anything and I know he would help if we weren't able to get approved for a loan soon enough. What do you think?"

RODRIGO

The realtor watched as Julia and her partner left before letting out a low whistle. "Small world." Her full attention was now on her clients and she offered them a smile, gently placing a hand on Rodrigo's arm and then turned to fetch her suitcase. She listened to Jade and nodded at her words as she pulled out the application for the rental and slid it across the kitchen countertop, clicking her ballpoint for them before giving them some time to chat. "I'll be right over here."

Rodrigo couldn't believe what had just happened. Knowing Julia, it could have been worse so he was thankful that they left quickly. Jade seemed excited for the home and he did too. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted a future with her so he loved the idea of having something that was theirs. "Really? you're sure? It's a huge step. And I'm super ready but I need to do a check-in." He chuckled softly. "I think we can do it and I'll make sure to help pay back a loan from your dad if we need one. I have money saved up as well, my credit is clean so I'm sure this will be pretty seamless." It would be the biggest expense he'd take on in his entire life. "Yeah, let's get a house together honey."

JADE

When the realtor gave them a moment of privacy with the application, Jade hadn't picked up the pen yet and instead looked up to Rodrigo. Having more distance from Julia and the temperature in the room lowered, she started to wonder if sticking witht he idea to buy the townhouse would be best for them to pursue and if Rodrigo would like the idea. She heard him ask her and for a moment, she rolled her lips into her mouth. Her hands reached up to his forearms and she gave him a gentle squeeze. "I think we could do it too. I know it's big, financially and I still think we could do it. But it's not just the financial part. It's a big commitment for us being homeowners together." Keeping her grip on Rodrigo's forearms and her eyes up to look at his, she said, "I'm ready for it though. I'm ready to share that with you."

RODRIGO

"I'm ready too." The words came naturally. There was no hesitation. He took both of her hands and brought them up to his lips to kiss them. He picked up the pen and waved it with a smile. "There is no one on this Earth I'd want to do this with and when I look into the future, I only see us together. This is only the beginning for us." Rodrigo read through the application and then signed his name before sliding it toward his girlfriend for her to review. He had brought his checkbook in case they needed to leave a deposit or a fee for the application so he pulled it out. "We'll put our app in for this and proceed with the buying option. "

The realtor returned, a smile on their face. "Oh, don't worry about the application fee. I'll waive it as I'm sure the owners will be more than happy that we found some prospective buyers. I'll run your credits and if all comes back fine, we'll find a bank to approve the loan. That can take a couple of days so until then, you're more than welcome to begin inspections."

JADE

Jade smiled at Rodrigo holding and then kissing both of her hands while responding with unquestionable certainty. She loved when he had that about him and in that moment, her heart felt exceptionally warmer. While he signed on the application, she made a mental note to speak with her father soon about the loan. Even if he wasn't willing, she felt confident that they could handle a bank loan and return those payments over time. Once Rodrigo handed her the pen and slid the application to her, Jade scrawled her signature across the line beneath Rodrigo's and double-checked for any additional signature or initialing spots before capping the pen and handing the application over to the realtor. "Thank you. We'll reach out soon about arranging the inspection and if we have any questions, we're okay to reach out to you directly, correct?" As she asked this, she casually slipped a hand back into one of Rodrigo's in love and solidarity as they made the decision to further weave their lives together.

She sensed that the two of them were done with the tour and appointment as a whole, so Jade thanked the realtor for their time and exchanged handshakes before heading to the front door with Rodrigo. Once they were outside and well out of earshot, a smile broke out on her face and she looked up at her boyfriend. "Rodrigo...we're going to be homeowners someday." She knew it wasn't completely official yet and it wasn't like Jade to let herself get excited or bask in happiness over something unless it was a sure thing. But there was something about this that felt like a done deal. She was allowing herself to really see a long future in the townhouse with Rodrigo. The vision she'd conjured was absolute bliss. Now standing just outside of her minivan, she told him, "I love you, honey."

RODRIGO

"Absolutely. The way this works now is I'll take a deposit as a rental and my fee as well. First month's rent, all of that. Because this is an option to buy which you have agreed to, we can send the deposit towards closing costs or lawyer's fee, what have you. And my commission will also be taken from the fee I have already asked for. We'll be in touch next week so that we can meet again, discuss details and hand you the keys. " The realtor stayed behind to call her office and run the credit checks, waving at the nice couple as they exited the apartment.

Rodrigo felt all the tension in his body leave him the moment they stepped foot outside. It was as if he needed to release all of that to truly take in what had just happened. He was so happy and proud of himself and Jade that he didn't even think about Julia and David being there earlier. "We're going to be homeowners. Look at us! This is the start of our lives." It truly did feel that way. Jade and Rodrigo were on their way to become whole ass adults and together! "Imagine the Halloween decorations." He grinned at his girlfriend and then pulled her to his frame. "I absolutely irrevocably love you more."

JADE

Jade listened alongside Rodrigo as the realtor explained the next steps in the rent-to-buy process. She did her best to make mental notes of it all, giving an affirming nod with each thing mentioned. And when they were finished for the day, she was mentally telling herself to put notes in her phone once they were I. The van so she wouldn't forget any of it later.

She saw the change in Rodrigo's demeanor which added to her smile up to him. Normally, Jade didn't like the scary thrill that came with making decisions because it meant that a big risk meant a bigger chance for loss or failure. But this time, she didn't extinguish the thrill that bubbled up in her. She let herself feel it and be in the moment with Rodrigo. She wanted to build more of a life with him. Chuckling, she said, "We'll have to get some. And Christmas too," she added, wrapping her arms around the middle of his back when he drew her into him. Her cheek rested against his chest and she let out a content sigh, still smiling. "That's impossible for you to know that you absolutely love me more than I love you. You're welcome to try, but you know that I'm always going to try too."

RODRIGO

Rodrigo chuckled as Jade went on. He'd take her on any day when it came to the battle of who loves whom more. He fell first, she fell harder, he fell hardest. However it happened, he was one lucky guy and never consider himself to be one. And as she rested her cheek against hischest and he looked out toward their new home, Rodrigo felt something else bubbling inside of him, something he had felt creep up several times before when she was around and if not for the fear of possibly ruining a perfect moment, Rodrigo would have let the words fall from his lips. Instead he kissed the top of his girlfriend's head and rested his chin there for a few moments, both giddy and scared that he had almost asked her to marry him. "Let's go get some shakes to celebrate."

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hi!! can i request wherein reader and wakasa was on a vacay and tried skinny dipping in a jacuzzi. i don’t know it that makes sense, but thank u if u consider it!!

hiiii ~

yes of course i am at your service once again anon. it's officially summer for me, so it is convenient for me to fill this request. please enjoy and when you're done come scream at me in my inbox ill be waiting <3

~ nsfw under the cut you've been warned ~

now it's not very often you get alone time with your significant other. being a busy man and all that, it's rare to have some peace, free of distractions or whatever it is that typically forces you two to part.

so imagine your surprise when you walk through the door, pull off your shoes, and your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. his absence isn't the surprising part, typically away and only returns home after hours. no, the surprising part is the state of distress that the small apartment has fallen into.

on the couch is a pile of clothes, your clothes, accompanied by an arrangement of shoes on the floor in a line by the coffee table. there's music playing somewhere in the place, a low whistling following the tune. a new bouquet of carnations in the center of the table a sign that your boyfriend was indeed home, just nowhere in your current view.

throwing your keys in the bowl by the door, you adventure off in hopes to find the cause behind the disastrous mess in the place. Friday's are reserved for relaxation in your household, strictly takeout and couch cuddles, so the sight is enough to spike your anxiety thinking about how much time it'll take to reorganize. the whistling gets louder the closer you get to the bedroom, the guilty party probably making even more mess in there compared to the living room. rounding the corner by the door frame, you prop an arm up to watch him scramble on his side of the room, pulling open draws and causing chaos amongst his clothes for reasons you don't know.

wakasa imaushi is a sight to behold. despite being with him for a while now, he always seems to be able to steal your breath away, no one holding a candle to his charm in your eyes. you take a moment to eye every little detail of his on full display for you as he stands back to you, shirtless to combat the humidity despite the sun slowly disappearing. You allow your eyes to roam from the sharp jawline in full view with his hair up to the bead of sweat that travels from his neck down his broad shoulders from the summer heat that consumes the apartment. you could feel the want to jump him right then and there but become easily sidetracked the moment he pulls a hoodie out of a draw and haphazardly tosses it over his shoulder, still very unaware of your presence.

"okay what have you done and why are we fleeing the country?" he turns around, startled by the voice that calls to him other than his own. "who said were fleeing the country? i didn't do anything... that the feds know at least." he pauses his endeavor and easily finds his way to you across the room. you laugh at his remark as he finds your waist and consumes your personal space, drawing you into him so hard you have to stand on your toes to reach his neck with your arms. "so then i wanna hear the excuse for the disaster i've come home to after a long day.”

he huffs and pulls back to see your face, hands spreading on your hips to keep you within his reach, fingertips teasing under your shirt. you feel the hitch in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, lilac swimming to the depths of your soul in a trance. no matter how many times you have been near him he always blows you out the water in disbelief that he's really yours to hold. " the only escape we're making is to the Airbnb i rented for the weekend. you have three days free, i have three days free, and we need to get the fuck out of here or i'm gonna go crazy." you know he's serious by the tone he uses, urgent and forward.

it's been obvious how much stress he's been under recently, his mood cloudier than usual, eye bags from lack of sleep, and the drowsy way he carries himself around are physical proof of the burdens. you feel a pang of sympathy strike your heart knowing he does so much for so many, putting anyone of importance in his life before him in the rank of priorities. you kiss him slowly hoping it portrays every ounce of emotion you feel for him at the moment as he meets you with the same intensity.

he draws back causing you to pout, saddened by the distance which is quickly chased away as he picks you up and flawlessly tosses you over his shoulder. a squeal and a series of giggles, you're kicking your legs in any form of resistance that you can at this angle. "put me down this instant you savage." he easily captures your calves in his left hand to keep you from loosening his grip, smacking his right hand on your thigh before tossing you on the couch. "pack a bag. i've already picked out some of my favorite things to make your packing easier. we leave in 30.”

you scoff in disbelief at his antics as he walks back into the bedroom, narrowing your eyes at the 'favorite things' part and glancing at the pile that waits for you. "oh please we both know if you had it your way, i'd be naked all weekend." his laugh is hearty and melodic as it echos down the hall and into the living room. "who said that's not happening?" shaking your head you begin as he asked, packing in excitement for your weekend getaway.

~~~~~

what he didn't tell you, over an hour later, was how luxurious the Airbnb was.

he hopped out of the driver's seat of your car and jogged around to the passenger seat to escort you out, grinning at the wide-eyed look on your face. he holds a hand out towards you to lift you up and out of the car before closing the door behind you and walking towards the trunk.

the house was small, obviously only meant to host one party at a time. the one-bedroom house had a full porch out front with a charming white bench swing on the right of the entrance. flicking on the lights you saw that the single-floor house proved to be quite the space, the kitchen and living room combined but not cramped boasted an open concept, giving the house an airy vibe. the door to the bedroom was on the left of the tv accompanied by another door to match on the opposite side which you guessed was the bathroom.

you stood in the center of the area looking up to the skylight which you were excited to see in the daytime, just imagining the room bathed in sunlight come morning. "so you like it or what?" you flew towards the boy who had just settled the bags into the room as he caught you in both arms, lifting you off your feet. "baby what in the world did you do to get this? you know what don't tell me i don't want to be liable." he laughs and kisses your cheek before planting you back on your feet. "i didn't do anything. had some money tucked to the side, exchanged some favors, nothing illegal i swear." you playfully smack him on the shoulder in response and turn away from him, allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist.

your eyes scan the place again before noticing the glass door towards the back. "what's back there?" he places a soft kiss behind your ear in response and pushes you forward to go look. what sold the place was the back. flinging open the back door leading to a private yard which was decorated in string bulbs of light hung over the wood deck. beyond the fence, you could hear the waves of the tide meeting the sand on the shore, having direct access to the beach through the gate. another highlight was the jacuzzi that was lit up in the corner of the yard. you turned back inside towards the bedroom where Waka was diligently unpacking things into draws and replacing the pillowcases.

"there's a fucking jacuzzi?! can we go in it?!" he chuckles zipping up his bag and tossing it onto the dresser. "yes baby as soon as we're settled in." so settling in is what you did, putting things away to your liking and changing your clothes into swimwear. the second you were done you were scrambling towards the back again, closing the door behind you. it was well past eleven pm with no sounds other than the occasional crash of the waves and the quiet hum from the tub.

the sky was clear and the stars were brighter on the shore during the summer, humidity more manageable now with the sun on the other side of the planet. you teased the water with your toes, allowing your body to acknowledge the heat before taking the steps into the water. you heard the door open and close again, your boyfriend was once again shirtless accompanied by the complimentary bottle of champagne and two glasses that the host left on the table with the binder of information (which neither of you had decided to glance at but that's beside the point).

he puts the items down to the side of the deck and follows you in, going straight into the water with no care in the world over the change of temperature. he easily settles in on the bench and opens his arms towards you, water rising almost halfway up his torso, and sighs as you follow his silent request. he just holds you there for a minute before scooping your legs over his lap, now straddling him, face to face.

your foreheads meet as you cup both his cheeks, his eyes still closed as you settle in and get comfortable. when he decides he's ready he begins to open up to you about his stresses. "i needed this so bad. i got into a fight with Shinichiro. i didn't even apologize i just left and said nothing. i didn't want to make it worse but im sure he hates me now."

at this revelation, you scoff and bring his attention to you, tilting his head up so he's looking you in the eyes like earlier. "you too are as thick as thieves. there's no way a silly little argument is gonna come between that. he loves you to death as you love him." he's pouting now and you almost want to laugh but you know it takes a lot to get him to open up, not typically wanting to burden those around him with his issues. "lets talk about it later okay? you can tell me all about it and whatever you want later. right now it's just you and me and this tiny house to ourselves so let's unwind.”

you run your hands from his face to his neck towards his shoulders, allowing him to pull you closer by the grip he has on your thighs before he captures your lips in a kiss. there's nothing romantic about the slight taste of chlorine that lingers in the air and on your skin, but there's so much romance that radiates off the man in front of you. it starts slow and tender, like it always does, taking a moment to appreciate the other. it's when his teeth meet your bottom lip as he sighs into your mouth when things get hotter and your body instinctively grinds into his. your hips are flush to his as he's pulling you impossibly closer, hands now gripping your sides to bruise as he leads your motions.

his slow descent starts from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, biting and sucking his way to your collarbones. at one particular harsh nip, you sigh and pull at the stands of his head, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. you can feel his fingertips playfully pull at the top you're wearing, entertaining the thought but not quite doing enough to take it off. "you think there's a rule about being naked in the jacuzzi in that binder?"

at this you yank him up, face so serious it sends you into a fit of giggles, him laughing with you as well. "they won't know right? i'm sure someone has done it before." you drag him back into a kiss while he takes off your top this time with intent, only separating to pull it completely off. he's teasing you with the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, alternating between grinding and kissing.

your own hands begin to explore as well, running down from his shoulders, gently scraping your nails down his body the way you know he likes as your own form of teasing. it's too easy the way your hand slips past the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your fingers around him effortlessly stroking him to complete hardness. he groans heavily into your mouth and shimmies out of his shorts the best he can with you on top of him. "you're so fucking perfect for me. i can't take it anymore." you simply hum in response, too focused on tightening your grip around the base to keep him on edge.

he doesn't even try to take off your bottoms, using his fingers to slip the fabric to the side, thumbing your clit in hasty circles to pay attention to you as well. it's a little harsher than to your liking, the water not acting as much of a lubricant as you would've liked. your foreheads meet again as you're breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed red due to the intimacy and the heat radiating from the water. “i want you. i want you so bad please.” if you weren't on top of him, you could imagine him on his knees, begging you to advance and the thought makes you bite your lip and nod your head without a second thought.

he lifts your hips out of the water as he lowers his shorts to give himself room to breathe. the cool air sends a shiver down your spine, a drastic temperature change now out of the hot water that kept you away from the night chill. his raised thighs keep you above the water as his tip runs up and down your slit, coaxing your natural fluids to take place of the chlorinated water now running down your thighs chasing the water you rose from.

he lifts your hand to your mouth with his free hand. “spit.” you comply instantly and his eyes brighten slightly in bewilderment, grinning at the easy obedience as he guides your hand back to his length, prompting you to stroke him. when he is satisfied with the glide of your hand, he smacks your wrist away and aligns the tip with your entrance, panting into his ear as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. he buries himself into you until bottoming out, letting out twin moans as a release from the tension. it had been some time since the last time you two were joined this way making the increase in friction slightly unbearable. he allows you a second to breathe, before lowering you both back into the water.

he sighs as both of you are lowered into the water, steam increasing since cool skin has met the water again. both of his hands are on your hips now slightly tightening his grip every few seconds as the two of you are rediscovering each other through tongue and teeth. the drag of your hips over his is led by him, slow and steady as he grinds you into him impossibly deeper. “you doing okay sweetheart?” you merely groan in response, unable to concentrate on anything other than him filling you to the brim and the increased friction that comes from the surrounding water. your elbows rest on his shoulders as a base, one arm dangling straight back towards the wall, the other running a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. one particular sharp tug draws a sharp breath from him as he grinds you down harder.

your breathing is sharp and unsteady, coming in quick before drawing out again while his last straw of patience is drawn. he is sharp in his thrusts, practically feeling the tip of him for every detail as his breath hits your neck, hot and damp as he buries his face into your neck. everything is hot and damp heightening your senses as your lower body grows accustomed to the heat and your upper body cools down with the slight breeze of the night. the difference in temperature drives you crazy as you become hyperaware of every sensation you're experiencing.

the sink down is slower than the rise up with the increased friction that comes from the water but it adds a new level of sensation to your body that you had never experienced. his pace is steady but considerate and his touch sets fire to your skin, hands roaming from your waist slowly rising with every inhale of breath he takes. its torture, every slight movement setting fire to your nerve endings, bringing you both closer. you're leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his neck catching the hitch of his breath every so often up close to your ear, biting his ear which draws out a long moan from him.

he's getting closer and it's obvious in the way his movements become harsher, more frantic, and in need rather than passionate and sensual. his breathing spikes and it sends a shiver through your whole body every time a groan slips past his lips. everything is too much and too little at the same time, his hands are close to their destination now as he slightly pushes you back to initiate eye contact. his hand wraps around your neck and your eyes widen in response, pushing further into his grasp and encouraging the behavior. he is beyond emotions right now, with no usual smug look or any feature in his eyes other than comfortable lust, focused solely on your pleasure.

it takes one more particular squeeze on your airway that sends you straight off the cliff, a long-drawn-out whine in response to a powerful orgasm you didn't even notice coming, hitting you like a freight train. he's stopped his thrusts and is weakly grinding into you, meeting his end shortly after yours, eyes closed and head resting back on the concrete that surrounds the tub. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are drawn apart in complete bliss and you allow your body to slump into his as his body draws closer to yours in response. he's still attempting to catch his breath but his unsteady breathing does not prevent him from leaving a few scattered kisses on your neck as a silent claim of affection or a thank you for just being.

there are a few minutes of recuperation shared between you focused solely on breathing and coming to when a low hum of a chuckle is heard from the man below you. you're tracing the patterns of the cement with your eyes when he draws your attention with the barely-there noise. “what's so funny huh? wanna share it with the class?” his grip on your waist tightens quickly before releasing and stroking your skin.

“did you notice the cameras before when you were out here?” your mind goes straight into panic mode, all the bliss leaving your limbs at once as you draw back to find him not looking at you but directly over your shoulder. your eyes widen as you slowly turn your head to follow the direction of his eyes and to your horror, your met with the little red light blinking back at you confirming the recording in progress.

“son of a bit-”

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 10 months

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23, 55, and 60? 👀

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Middle tends to be easiest. We're hitting the 'drop' point of a plot (using the rollercoaster analogy), lots of events that have been accumulating start to hit, and I can also start developing twists that will get revealed towards the end. It's nice to be able to dip between intense and softer moments, letting me flex with the intense and then give the characters (and readers) a mental break with the softer

End of the story is the hardest, 100%. I might realise I accidentally left an integral thread unanswered because I got more invested in a different part of the story, or I might find a rather weighty plot hole that I would either need to go back and rewrite the chapters (not possible if they're already posted). Sometimes I realise there's things that I'm just not going to be able to put in. It can get pretty overwhelming and disheartening

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

hurt/comfort

no yeah I can dish out hurt/comfort drabbles like nobody's business (which is. concerning? kinda? idk but I've been pushing myself to write more fluff to try and not be constantly beating up my characters).

other common settings include reader-inserts having to adapt to new situations from events outside their control, always including some level of fantastical even in non-fantasy setting, and having weather reflect the ongoing emotional situation

60. In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

(given a lack of fic to insert, I'll go with So Cries the Wolf)

during the time before I started working on the fic, I was getting introduced to the fandom's wide range of Eclipses - since they were at heart a fan character, there was a lot of variety! I did make Hunter's Edition!Eclipse, but I was running off the enthusiasm of starting Cryptid Sightings and I really wanted to create a monstrous Eclipse of my own

once I got the design down, I started working on a story around him. what sort of setting should he go into? how did he come to exist? how would they impact the characters around themselves? it became a fun game of tossing him and ranger!Y/N like salad in a salad bowl and seeing what the outcome was with the different dressings thrown in, and then a solid plot formed around that without my intention

#answered #muzzlemouths #friendly neighborhood mutual

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femmefatallexx · 7 months

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NSFW Writing - "Warm Bubble Bath" pt. 1

*This is a work of fiction and has no intentional resemblance to anyone. Just a random writing I've decided to do because I miss writing. Character names are pronounced "mee-ra" and "air-in"*

"Yes sir, I understand. I understand. Thank you. Alright, I will. Goodbye."

Mira sighed, ending the call she'd been on for the last half hour on the drive home. Her keys were already dangling from her fingers, a purse and her on-the-go coffee tumbler in her other hand. She fiddled around, trying to get the key into the lock with all of the items. "Shit" she sighed, dropping them.

Mira bent down to collect them again, before a second attempt at the door. Nothing seemed to be going her way today, and it was frustrating. The emotions of every little misstep seemed to bring down her mood.

Once she'd managed to enter the room, Mira noticed something was off. All of the lights were out, save one. The bathroom light was on in her bedroom, and she felt her heart race. With slow steps, she moved forward. Determined not to make a noise, she carefully slipped out of the heels trapping her feet all day before glancing around the corner, armed with the heel.

"Hey Mira, is that you?" She heard a voice call from the bathroom, and her heart settled. Her best friend Erin peeked around the corner, brow raised before he burst with laughter. "What were you going to do, beat me with your heels?" He giggled, going back into the bathroom.

Mira frowned, lowering the heel. "You're such an asshole, Erin. Besides, I could beat you, shoe or no shoe." She rolled her eyes before lightly tossing the shoe away, setting down her other items before proceeding into the bathroom. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

He gave her a smug grin before she began to look around. "I know how many hours you've worked this week, Mira. I know that you and your boyfriend broke up less than two weeks ago. I know that you were likely going to come home and go straight to cleaning up before passing out for the night because you can't stand a dirty home. So here I am, your knight in shining armor with a little surprise for my best girl."

As he spoke, Mira looked around, taking in the sight of the candlelight and the smell of sweet jasmine and honey in the air. The large bath was steaming hot with a glass of wine set aside, filled with bubbles and oils and a fizzy pink bath bomb. On the counter was a small tray of snacks, some of her favorites: some pieces of white cheddar, sea salt caramel chocolates, a little bowl of strawberries and yogurt dip. It was perfect.

Mira smiled at him, a blush tinting my pale cheeks. "Wow, Erin. What's gotten into you? You really didn't need to do this." He came in close and gently wrapped his arms around her, resting his lips on the top of her head protectively as he hugged her tightly. Mira settled naturally into his arms, resting her head on his chest. "I know I didn't, Princess. I want you to know that I'm here for you, always. Why didn't you tell me you'd broken up?"

Mira shook her head softly, feeling her fingers tremble a little. She gripped his shirt tightly, burying her face in his black button up a bit more. "I didn't want to burden you, Erin. You've been so busy with that other girl... I know how she feels about me... It wouldn't have changed an--" Mira stopped as Erin pulled away gently, lifting her chin with his fingertip.

"Princess, you mean the world to me. You're my best friend, and I've told you from the start that Janie is just a friend. She wants more, but I've told her that I can't." His eyes looked at Mira, who stayed hugged against his chest. She nodded softly, looking up to meet his eyes. "Thank you, Erin. I don't even know how you found out, but you're so special to me." Mira stood tall, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth on his cheek before glancing over to the tub.

Everything he'd done for her their whole lives had always been perfect. He was half the reason that her standards for men were so high. Every Valentines day, he sent her flowers. Every birthday, he'd managed to find her the perfect gift. He texted her things that made her laugh and supported her through every up and down. A part of her had always wished that they could've made it work, but Mira had gotten very good at pushing that side of her away out of fear of losing the best person in her life.

Erin gave her a gentle smile before turning her around. He gave a soft bite to his lip and a deep breath before he leaned in gently, his lips close to her ear. "Do you want... me to help you?" He asked gently, though his voice was lower than usual. Mira felt a shiver run down her spine at the action, the tone of his voice. She couldn't help but feel that he had no idea what that tone could do to her or how often it appeared in her dreams. "H..help?" She whispered quietly, suddenly feeling gentle fingertips at her hips.

Erin nodded slowly, his fingers moving to the zipper at the back of her skirt. "Getting ready for your bath" again, his tone deep and slow. His fingers did not move further than the zipper, waiting for her response, his own heart racing at how she may react to his advance. Mira waited a moment before responding, a slow nod of her head. She couldn't help the thoughts of what might happen, how their friendship could be tainted, but his voice... his fingers... the way his eyes had always found hers from across every room... the amount of times she'd dreamt a very dreamy dream of him...

Slowly, he found his fingers working the zipper down the path of her skirt. She loosed a breath, trying to calm the steady beat of her heart. "Erin... Wait..." Mira breathed out a heavy sigh, turning to look at him. His hands went to his side, a strained sadness in them but he met her gaze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push. I can go." He nodded softly, readying to gather his things. Mira grabbed his hand, holding tightly. "Wait... that's not what I meant. I.... I just want to talk first." Her eyes moved to the bath in contemplation. There was silence in the steam-filled room, softly flickering with candlelight.

Mira turned back to Erin, looking at his face. He was looking at her, always at her. Was it worth the risk to find out what could be between them? What might lay behind those burning, beautiful eyes that always seemed to find hers?

Erin swallowed softly, nodding at her a bit. "I'd love that."

Mira smiled gently. "Come join me, then. Let's talk." She whispered, turning so he could finish unzipping the skirt.

#short story #romance #bubble bath #friends to lovers

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radellama · 1 year

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Heya! Sorry to dip, things went crazy. Anyways.

👻🐌💥 for the writing asks if you are still doing those, thanks!

Haha you're all good! Hope you've been well!

👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?

Ohhhh, definitely! Since studying film theory for the past couple years (and thinking more broadly in narrative as a whole) I'm really fascinated by genre and the tropes expected from them. I write a lot of angst, and I'm usually writing sci-fi/fantasy/drama/slice of life style things, and I'd like to try every genre ever if I'm being honest LMAO.

What fascinates me most, though, is the way you can blend genres. Like, you know how action/adventure or sci-fi/thriller can just go hand in hand sometimes? I wanna try out various blends or even try to see if it's possible to make new blends/create something decent in a blend that 'doesn't work,' I just wanna try out all the stuff and push the boundaries, for both my fic and original works. Know the rules to break them yknow?

🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

Make notes!! And I've already kinda succeeded haha.

I noticed when I was writing my hylink fic all the way back when, when I inevitably got busy with life I just couldn't access the same headspace anymore and had to drop the fic, even though I didn't want to. I'm still talking and thinking about it all these years later (and I'd love to restart and eventually complete it in future!) But it taught me that I need to make really solid notes so that I can plot everything to my standards and access that same headspace no matter how much time has passed- cause turns out! I'm really slow and nitpicky!

Some of my fics are 5+ years in the making at this point, and cause I like to let things marinate in my head for ages, making notes for stories and actually going more in depth with them so it's easier to draft later is so important to me these days. That's why, that'll be my little goal >:)

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Ahhh man.. all of my fics/original stories??

For now, since I've been talking a bit about it with some friends, he's a snippet of a possible introduction for my most recent OCs/original story, Abe and Orc.

[Also wanna preface this and say it's suuuuuuuper work in progress, and I'm not sure I want to write it write it, as I think it might do best in a visual medium like a web comic haha]

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He tossed some game to the bushes near the orc's campfire, staying hidden up in the trees. He watched with a keen eye as the orc investigated the sound, finding the animal carcass and brushing the dirt off of it.

"Thank you." He called out, to no one in particular.

Abe didn't respond, just looked over him.

He watched as he tried to gut the hare, not doing a very good job it of it. Maybe it was due to the sheer size of this orc, with his huge knife and even huger hands, but he was making a right mess of it.

Abe groaned to himself, before jumping down from the trees and making himself known.

Abe pointed his knife at the orc, gauging his reaction. The orc stayed still in shock, sheepishly raising his hands in surrender and placing his knife down.

Rolling his eyes, Abe stomped over to the stone where the dead hare laid, and started to gut and skin it properly for the orc.

He worked fast, expertly preparing the meat in the firelight while the orc watched in fascination. Neither of them said a word, but Abe would keep a cautious eye on the orc while he worked.

As soon as he was done, he ran off into the trees, ignoring the orc as he tried to shout his thanks.

The orc carefully began cutting the meat, and skewering it on some sticks to roast on the fire. He was thankful for the kind stranger, this was this third day on whatever berries and plants he could find, and it simply wasn't enough for him to keep going. Some meat, however small, meant a lot to him.

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In the distance, down by the river, he saw that kind stranger. Excited, he ran down to the riverbank to talk to him.

As soon as he heard the ground shake with each step the orc took, Abe panicked and reached for his knife. He didn't have time to recognise that it was the same orc from before, only registering a large being bounding right towards him.

He quickly slashed the orc, cutting right across his forearm. As he recoiled in pain, Abe used the time to quickly climb a nearby tree and gain his bearings.

"Ow!!!" The orc didn't try to attack him back, didn't even turn to look for him in the trees. In fact, he didn't even try to defend himself, or protect himself from another attack.

"I just wanted to talk with you..." The orc sounded on the verge of tears.

Abe watched for a moment, before jumping out of the tree and landing behind him. He tapped the handle of his knife on the back of the orcs head.

"You're dead."

The orc instinctively reached to rub the back of his head, turning to look at the small man.

"Why did you cut me?" He whined.

"Why did you come running at me!?" Abe yelled back. When he saw the orcs lip start to quiver, he regretted saying it so harshly.

"I just wanted to thank you. For the meat."

Abe stayed still, unsure if he'd heard right. Not once had he ever heard of an orc that cared enough to use manners like this...

He began to pick up the remains of his clothes by the riverside and walk off into the forest, but before he could disappear, the orc called out to him.

"How can I thank you!?"

Abe ignored him, and walked away.

To his dismay, Abe heard the orc follow behind him as he walked further into the forest. He glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, the orc was a few footsteps behind. He picked up the pace, weaving through the trees in the hopes that he'd lose the orc, but he was always right behind him when he turned to look.

"Why are you following me!?" Abe spat angrily.

"I want to thank you!" The orc growled back at him.

Abe stopped running, and turned to face the orc.

"I fed you, and I've cut you. Now don't bother me!"

The two of them stared each other down, neither willing to budge. Abe wasn't willing to back down, not caring that he was barely half the height of this orc- He could, and would fight.

But then he noticed that the orc was still cradling his arm, blood dripping between the fingers that gripped the wound.

Abe sighed. "You're going to get an infection if you hold it like that."

The orc looked down at the wound, removing his hand to see the bloodied mess. He couldn't even see where the gash was amongst the blood the seemed to cover his entire forearm.

"How do I clean it?" The orc asked.

Abe waited to see if the orc was joking, but he was genuine. Blood continued to drip from his arm, and Abe just groaned and led the way back to the river. The orc followed closely behind him, kneeling down by the riverside when the man gestured for him to.

He watched curiously as the Abe washed his hands in the water before grabbing his arm and submerging it in the river. He rinsed the blood away and pulled his arm out, quickly slapping some leaves on the open wound.

The orc gasped in pain as the leaves touched his skin, but the human held his arm still between his knees to continue applying the leaves.

"It stings!" The orc complained, but Abe ignored him.

He watched with a grimace as the human finished with the leaf dressing, and reached out to cut some river weed. He used it to tie the leaves to his wound securely, and walked away to put a few steps of distance between them.

The orc looked his arm in awe, it was so simple and resourceful, and even the stinging was starting to subside.

"Thank you."

Abe grunted. "Don't come running at a man while he's trying to bathe next time."

"Sorry..."

The orc watched the as he grabbed his shirt and shook it, quickly turning his head when he realised he was trying to get dressed.

Abe saw him trying to give him privacy, and waited to see what he'd do. The orc just sat with his head turned to watch the river, once again leaving himself fully open. Why this orc trusted him so much was a mystery to Abe, but he had to admit that he was intrigued by the strange behaviour.

"What's your deal?" Abe asked, and the orc turned to look at him with a flustered expression.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"Why are you out here?" Abe asked flatly.

The orc sighed, fiddling with the hem of his skirt. He didn't answer, and Abe watched as his demeanor changed the longer he played with his skirt.

"Do you even know how to hunt?" Abe asked, rather harshly.

"No..." The orc replied, still avoiding eye contact.

Abe sat down on the riverbank and sighed a heavy sigh.

He didn't want to, but a sense of pity was creeping over him. He remembered how hard it was when he first came to the forest - he recognised that struggle with this orc.

"How long are you out here for?" Abe asked.

"Indefinitely." The orc replied solemnly.

"If I teach you to hunt, will you do everything I say?"

The orc looked up in surprise, a wide smile breaking out across his face. "You'd teach me?"

Abe shifted his gaze to avoid looking at the smile, but he could still feel how excited the orc was.

He instantly regretted offering, but it was too late to back down now. He stood up, dusting the dirt off his pants as he looked to the horizon. It would be dark soon...

"Keep up." He instructed, and headed into the forest.

The orc quickly stood up and followed closely, but this time Abe didn't bother looking to check if he was still hovering behind him. He just walked forward, twisting and turning through the forest as the sun set.

#rads asks #future dregs #abe and orc #the abe and orc lore is expanding lmao...#thank you foe the asks!!

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