#There was an ash tray with two cigarettes next to him when they were all drunk in their room

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soft spot for trouble | hbf!javi

lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss.

6.3k | javier peña x f!reader

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rating: 18+ MDNI

warnings: dub-con: drunk sex, honey this is all S-M-U-T, husband's best friend, infidelity, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, squirting, piv (protected), brat tamer!javi, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, this is just so horny, smoking (lots of it soz, and shotgunning cigarette smoke – OOPS). no use of y/n.

summary: javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk... both on whiskey, and on javi.

A/N: what can i say, i'm just the worst for narcos's very own javier peña and there's nothing you can do. enjoy!!!!! || [when you click keep reading you don't see the chalkboard i have stashed away stating "i will not make this a series" over and over 🤭]

"Bebita, I know your husband. He's not exactly notorious for making women cum. When was the last time he even went down on you?" Your cheeks absolutely flush at the tone of his voice, the truths he's spilling from his lips. Truths so intimate, you hadn't even told Gabbie about them. You swallow a knot in your throat. "Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight." And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.

"Okay – okay! Would you have a threesome?" Your best friend is reading these conversation cards you got her some birthday ago, and you can hear her partner and your husband laugh amongst themselves.

A dinner party is going on at your house, and you and your husband have invited your best friend, Gabrielle, and her partner, Kris. Along with them there's your husband's best friend, Javier.

He was meant to bring a date, but for reasons that were more mumbled out of his mouth than spoken outright, they aren't here.

You're all sat around the dining room table with after dinner drinks and a game everyone agreed would be a fun way to end the night.

"Oh, gosh!" You laugh with Gabbie, both of you shaking your heads in anticipation of what would be said next.

"You gonna tell her or should I, pendejo?" Javi refers to your husband, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

The one you explicitly told him to smoke outside. You heard your husband, Julian, veto the request as you left, allowing the DEA to do what he wanted.

Julian undermining what you wanted... again.

"Tell me what?" You raise your brow, wafting smoke from your face dramatically as if to say, I told you not to do this. Javi doesn't seem to pay it much attention.

"Me and this guy...," in fact he points to your husband with the cigarette, flicking ash into the tray. You blink in annoyance.

"No! You didn't!" You gasp. Your mind races at the thought of them taking someone back to their dorm in college. You curb the ache that tempts your middle at thought of Javier and Julian sharing a woman between the two of them.

But that excitement is fleeting when a more sinister, grueling feeling creeps up your stomach.

"You're right. We didn't. Well, I didn't. I just played wingman. Julian here isn't as much of a saint as you thought." Javi says this to make you laugh, but it does the opposite.

Your eyes catch Julian's who now is looking at anywhere else but you. Knowing damn well before the two of you got married, this man prodded and practically bullied sexual information out of you.

Said it was only fair to know each other's pasts before making such a big commitment.

Within a sentence, a simple – stupid – game, the perception of your husband could shift before your very eyes. Your jaw ticks forward and you take a long, contemplative sip of wine.

"O-kay, let's just put these away," Kris muses, taking the cards in her hands.

"No, let's keep going," you antagonise. Your eyes become dull, tongue sharpening by the second. "I think Julian has a story to tell. It's good to know who you're married to."

You remember the way Julian said those very words to you while he was digging your own history of who you've slept with. Like a secret call directly to him... in front of everyone.

You can see Peña shifting in his seat out of your periphery.

"Well, it was in college," Julian speaks now after shooting the rest of his bourbon. His body language involving everyone in the story, but he finally has the courage to look at you. Somehow that hurts worse.

"There were these two girls at the bar we used to go to, and–"

That's when the tear spills over your cheek.

"Alright, I think she's heard enough." Javi's voice is low to Julian and your head snaps in the direction of him like a vulture who's making a meal of something dead.

"You don't get to decide that."

It's only when Gabbie whispers your name do you take heed. "I think we should leave you two to talk about this."

The guests in your home pack up their things until it's you and Julian. "I'm sorry, Jul–"

"Peña just go, man."

Javi nods sadly at your husband, his hand touching your shoulder as he slips out. He's the last one to go, and as the door closes it feels symbolic.

It's silent for a long time.

You go between wanting to cry, wanting to scream, wanting clarity.

Since your own husband didn't bother to give that to you.

"I never cared," you let out an uneven sigh, searching over your husband's features.

He looks defensive, annoyed and it's totally misplaced. You should be the annoyed one. You are the one who got betrayed.

"It never bothered me to tell you my partners. I agreed with you, even. That we should be open and honest to have a better relationship–"

"You really think you're in the position to be on a high horse when you fuck Javier with your eyes?"

It's deflective. A defense mechanism to take the heat off of himself, and unfortunately, it works. Your mouth is left agape.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"I mean," he begins, tilting his glass to where Javi sat, "whenever this guy is over, I don't exist."

"This guy, is your best friend. Someone you've known way longer than you've known me. Excuse me for being hospitable."

"There's hospitality, then there's throwing yourself at the first man who walks through the door. It's embarrassing."

His words make you feel small for the first time in your relationship.

It causes a crack, irreparable in nature, and you feel a shift.

Because you don't cry, it makes you angry. Puts you back on track as to why you were having this conversation in the first place.

"Embarrassing?" You stand, wine glass in hand, "Embarrassing?! You just confessed something you knew would make me irate in front of our very best friends. Something personal that I should have known in private. You lied to me and you admitted it in front of people we care about. Made me look like a goddamn fool! Don't tell me about being embarrassed, you don't know the first fucking thing. Fuck you, Julian!"

You could throw the wine glass, but you decide to slam it down instead. Grabbing your purse, keys, and jacket to escape without letting him finish his thought. Door slammed. You've heard enough.

Mature. But you were pissed off, and you knew staying in a house that you made a home together wouldn't solve anything.

Maybe getting some fresh air would help.

Maybe walking to the bar in town would be even more helpful.

Your thoughts were swirling, clouding your judgement on the walk in, sneakers on. Your pleated white skirt brushes above your knees that paired with the black top that made your breasts look concealed more than shown off.

As if the forest green bomber jacket didn't help in making you look modest.

What the fuck did Julian know?! You weren't throwing yourself at anybody.

Because you were not thinking about Javi with his shirt off moments before the truth was told, and he did not infiltrate your dreams occasionally with sexual undertones.

It couldn't happen, and it was not happening.

You had been to this bar a few times before. It's dimly lit, a variety of music pumps through the speakers. There's plumes of smoke, and there's something about it that feels safer than when you experienced it in your home. Like a part of you enjoyed it.

Studying the room, you discover Javier Peña on a barstool, staring into his glass of whiskey. You knew Peña to play dirty, but there's something about the way he's contemplating – or at least looks like he's contemplating – that gives off remorse.

"Didn't know you could do that," you kid, taking a seat beside him. Your eyes scan over his jeans, the buttons undone from his red shirt. The way his chest and neck and NO – no!

"Oh, hey," and his dreamy crooked smile, puppy eyes. Jesus Christ, you needed a drink and fast. "Didn't know I could do what?"

"Think." You try to cheer him up, but it doesn't seem to work. You both keep doing that to each other tonight.

Instead, Javi huffs out a fake laugh through his nose and downs the rest of the amber liquid. His eyebrows flash quickly, showing hints of regret, "You're tellin' me."

"Hey," your say lowly, eyes softening at the signs of his guilt. It feels different from your husband's accusatory behaviour.

It makes you feel like Javi actually cared that he hurt you, or at least hurt his friend. You can see him run his tongue atop of his teeth through his lips when he looks at you. It makes his jaw jut out, strong and chiseled, and you fail at averting your gaze.

"You didn't know that I didn't know. It's not your fault. For either party." You reach out to touch the top of Javi's hand in a friendly manner, and you catch a glimpse of your wedding ring.

A twinge of guilt hits your gut, and you pull away from the warmth as soon as you land.

"You really didn't know?" Javi peers over to you before finding eyes of the bartender, holding up the number 'two' with his fingers.

"Not only did I not know, he insisted on knowing every person that I've ever slept with, where they live, and how many times. Yes you heard that correctly," you nod a thank you to both the bartender and Javi before taking your drink.

Whiskey's not typically your first choice, but it's like he knew you needed something stronger. It's not a typical night.

The alcohol feels good on your tongue, as if it washed away what you just said.

You conveniently leave out what your husband threw at you about Peña before you left. Tonight was awkward enough already.

"Mierda, what a fucking idiot." Javi snickers in disbelief, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I think you taught him some interrogation skills you didn't warn me about." You don't mean for that to come off so flirty, but you see Javier's face change minisculely and it makes your thighs to squeeze together.

"Didn't know I had to look out for you, cariño," he says, charm dripping from every syllable. He offers you a cigarette and it's hilarious, really – him handing this to you after telling him time and time again not to do it in your house.

Even more hilarious that you take it from him. He seems a little surprised by that.

You press the stick between your teeth when Javi has his lighter ready. Pour your stare into his as he starts your cigarette. Allow the inhale to sting your lungs.

You're very composed about it all, really. Really.

Exhaling the air from the side of your mouth, away from his face, you shrug slightly. "I guess you know now." Your words not making complete sense as you dizzy from nicotine, alcohol, and deception.

"Two women...," you trail off, focusing on the neon lights of the bar that create reflections on the shiny, hardwood floor. "Can barely satisfy one." You weren't saying it to chide Julian, you mostly said to to yourself, but of course nothing goes unnoticed with Peña, and he chokes a laugh.

It feels nice to hear a light sound in the midst of something so heavy that you can't help but partake in it, too. The two of you chuckling and you shake your head, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"Well, here's to the ones who can," Javi lifts his glass, and you do the same, just barely picking up what he's hinting while you down the rest of drink. Head swimming now.

The two of you sit in conversation as the piles of people in your town fill seats for a good ten minutes. Most of them know the both of you, and that keeps you on track. You abandon the butt of your cigarette in an ashtray that has at least three of Javi's since he arrived.

Kept on track because the more you drink, the more you realise you want to act on your impulses. Want to go against the things you were keeping yourself from thinking. To make some of those dreams come true.

"You know what your fuckin' problem is?" Javi starts, and it makes your blood boil. Breaks you out of your reverie.

"Maybe start that sentence off differently."

"No," he's quick to reply. So quick you don't notice you fold your own argument. "You're too uptight, that's your problem." he shrugs casually and you shove his shoulder lightly.

"Making it worse, Peña."

Javi brings his hand up to tap his index and middle finger at to the side of your head lightly.

"You're operating too much from here," his arm sweeps down, those two same fingers brushing against your panties from underneath your skirt. You jump back in your seat, gasping in response.

"Need to operate from here."

And there it is. It would seem out of place if it were anyone else but Javier Fucking Peña. Known for debaucherous ways. Known for his vices.

"W-what... what are you doing?" You stare wide, not quite sure you even felt what you did. It happened so fast that when you look around, no one saw a thing.

It wasn't as much of a record-scratch stop to them as it was to you.

You notice that you don't tell him to stop. And so does he.

"Bebita, I know your husband. He's not exactly notorious for making women cum. When was the last time he even went down on you?" Your cheeks absolutely flush at the tone of his voice, the truths he's spilling from his lips. Truths so intimate, you hadn't even told Gabbie about them. You swallow a knot in your throat.

"Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight."

And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.

It's only when you stand do you notice how drunk you are. Not completely wasted, but not sober enough to make decisions with your brain. Exactly how Javi wants you. The walk to Javi's apartment is remembered in jolly splices.

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Your mouth greets the shoulder of Javi's jacket playfully while he unlocks his door. You detect his aftershave in mix with the cigarettes, alcohol, and leather.

A whine escapes you and slick gathers in your panties, even more from the bar if that were possible. Especially when your noises and eagerness pull a baritone laugh from him, "Tranquilo, tigre."

He says that, but as soon as you've crossed the threshold of his door he has you against the other side of it. Fingers playing in your hair. Ever the gentleman, sliding off your jacket to put it... on the ground. Great. You like that jacket!

But you're just as careful and kind to his things as you tug on his belt. Your fingers playing with the brown leather and metal and finally, finally your mouths touch.

A sweet moan, high in octave and breathy, eases out of your throat and it's met with the gravel of his groan in the pit of his own. He feels and tastes nothing like your husband which makes it much easier to forget him.

Truthfully, he hadn't been in your mind since fresh air hit your face on the walk to Javi's.

Smoke, alcohol, and the faint likeness of gum moves over your tongue while your hands multitask in untucking his shirt from his jeans.

"That fuckin' easy?" He quips, but his breath as shaky as yours. Large hands palming the smushed shape of your breasts from the modest top, and it produces a whimper in the middle of your panting.

"It's that fucking easy, Peña. Could've been doing this a long fuckin' time, now." Your hands eclipse his, pushing them further into your tits in effort to obscenely massage them.

This stirs a groan from his lips. In awe of how in control you are like this. How it's different from the woman allowing her requests to be denied in her own home.

Javi disobeyed you on purpose at your house earlier, so maybe you could get it through your thick fucking skull that this is what you really needed.

To watch your desires bubble to the surface, and moreover to let them have space here. He wants you to act on them.

Taking your chin between his fingers, he rolls over the bone. Moustache twitching in a smirk, "Javi, baby."

To say you're wet now is an understatement. Your clit tingles with anticipation, thighs shaking without even being touched.

"Javi," you say it back to him, but it comes out more like a moan. A catalyst for a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and brushing of his facial hair against the top of your lips while he towers above you. Palm flat against the door above your head.

Somewhere between that and undoing each button on his shirt, you end up in the kitchen – bent over the island. Pouting at not getting the chance to see him shirtless fully.

You shiver against the granite, claw at the edges of furniture for something to land on. To find purchase. A cheek is pinned against the cool texture and you choke a breath the second you feel air flow against your ass. Your skirt riding up just for Javi to view.

"Motherfucker," you hear Javi behind you. The tone amused, saturated in desire. That's when you get your first taste of relief.

The edge of his index finger runs between your legs, rubbing the obvious wet spot of your panties. Your folds, even through the fabric, wrap around the length of his finger from how deeply he's pressing against you.

It flicks a flame in the pit of your stomach and causes more hunger than relief. Your pores open from how hot it's making you.

"You get this wet for him?" Javi's simple question evokes a mewl you've never heard come from yourself. Your hips lift back and roll in need.

"No... no. J-just you, Javi. Just you."

"Just me," he repeats, head tipping to the side as he examines you.

How easy it is for you to handover claim of your cunt. It's instantaneous, him pulling your undies down. Wasting no more time in what the two of you came here to do.

The pad of his thumb collects your slick between your folds. From the top of your hole all the way to your clit at the bottom from how you're positioned, and you bite your lip hard. Cheeks flushed while your ass peeks out from your skirt.

"Is that because this is mine?"

You confidently say Julian has never talked to you like this. You don't think you've ever been addressed like this in your life.

Never been made to feel special in this way, or that your body was someone's because they wanted you. Not because they wanted to have some icky claim of you.

Even more, you don't feel guilty. Not yet, anyway. There's no time for it. No time to pretend from what you've wanted from the very moment this man, whose warmth now radiates behind you, entered the picture.

"It's yours," you say in a rush as your torso drapes and digs into the side Javi's kitchen island. Makes you think you'd say this even in a sober state. "It's all yours, Javi!"

"What's mine?" He's deliberate and torturous, and his voice alone could make you cum. Your ass pushes back languidly, giving him a good view to curse at under his breath, of your cunt and the velvet of your asshole.

"Me, Javi. I'm yours. Everything." Hot tears swell over your cheeks from how horny and desperate you feel. Like if you don't get him now, you could combust.

"Javi!" you gasp, rutting against the outline of his hard cock in his jeans when he grinds against you without warning.

"Get used to fuckin' saying that," he cautions, and it's cocky, but unlike all the other broken promises you've been given, he's true to his word.

Because he pulls away from you, and you're now his ragdoll – putting you wherever he wants. Hoisting you up on the kitchen island, and it feels cold against the heat pooling at your core.

Javi watches as you bring your bare feet onto the counter, leaning back on your hands, and spread your legs apart like he's being called for dinner. And, fuck, that's exactly what he wants.

Because as soon as you do that, as soon as he sees just how wet and pink you are at the core for him, he can't say no to you.

Not that he was ever planning on it.

"That's it, that's fucking it. Jesus fucking Christ."

You get a good view of Javi's chest all the way down to his stomach and jeans in their disheveled state from this point of view. The bulge of his cock difficult to hide in pants that tight, and you are grateful for it.

You shiver at a mixture of the view of him and the air against your soaked skin.

Your cheeks and lips are painted crimson when he pulls up a seat. He wasn't kidding. He was planning on eating you out, going down on you like you were his own personal meal – as if his eyes devouring you weren't enough.

Your manicured nailed comb his hair back once you get the chance to reach him. Feeling exposed, throbbing by the time you feel the smooth skin of his cheek proceed the inside of your thigh. He takes you in, marveling at the way your cunt pulses and clenches over nothing. Fluid floods right from the source. The way your clit peeks out from its hood, just enough that his teeth could brush against it.

It makes his mouth water, and yours too now that you think about it. Pressing slow, teasing kisses on your thighs you sigh in frustration and alleviation. You can't help but wriggle your hips up towards him. "Please," you whimper, and that makes Javi's eyes grow even darker if you could believe it.

"Please what?"

"Javi, please eat me out!"

He doesn't miss a beat. Using his nose and face to breach your folds apart, to take a mess even further, Javi digs in. His tongue flattens against your slick and your sounds are immediate. It's all too sensitive, too unfamiliar for you to fully register how to feel.

He was right when he called your husband out at the bar. Julian made sure you came, but it was rarely with his mouth. Most of the time you were left rubbing yourself off during sex.

So to have someone, to have Javi – your husband's best fucking friend, between your legs. Servicing you with the sluttiest smile on his face, you can't help but slump back on the counter.

To be under his stare is almost too much. Perfect and needy for you. You slip your eyes shut from the intensity.

"Eyes on me, princesa," Javi rolls off his tongue easily, the tip of it digging right underneath the hood of your clit. Making you gasp, eyes wide, popping back open to meet his gorgeous features.

"Did my pussy like that?" He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his mouth around the all-too sensitized nub before mercilessly sucking it.

This leaves you with your mouth hanging open, your eyes crossing as they roll into the back of your head. The same head that's now reclining in sheer ecstasy.

But Javi's quick to make his point as he goes off of you and replaces his sucking with a harsh slap to your cunt. It makes you spring up, makes you pay attention. You pout and writhe at his power over you.

"I said fucking eyes on me. Don't you dare think about anyone else."

"I-I," you try, you really try to say something, but you can't. It feels too good, and you're too drunk to understand you can't use your words right now.

So you comply, watch him as best as you can. Your mouth split open, eyebrows knit together. And he's kind in the way he goes right back – sucking on your clit like it's his fucking job.

Like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and you're sitting at his kitchen counter, on display.

Not using your brain to think, but using your pussy.

"JustyouJavi," you manage. It's slurred, but you manage it because while he's sucking on your nerves, he's rolling the edge of his tongue against it too. Methodical circles, a tempo to die for. Doesn't switch it up, or make awkward transitions. It's just right.

It's inevitable, screaming his name. Feeling your toes curl, the heels of your feet grind into Javi's shoulders. Damn near pornographic in the way you keen your mantra of: yeah, yeah, yeah. The ache explodes into an uncontrollable fit of passion as you gush all over Javi's mouth.

But as he pulls back, you see that it's not just his mouth that's coated. His cheeks, chin, nose. You're spilling down his neck. And he smiles at you like a blood-soaked lion polishing off its prey.

"I know what you can do, princesa," the sentence has far too many words for you to understand what's happening during your comedown, so that's why it happens as a surprise when you feel Javi's two fingers prod against your cunt.

Standing from his chair now, he pushes it back with his heel. Hand in a loose fist around your neck as he makes you watch what he's doing to you. "Don't fucking blink," he grits, and it makes you want him to tighten his grip. To be possessive while he fucks you.

Your head is slightly angled down while he starts. Eyes looking up, mouth wet but not as wet as Javi's and it makes you come apart to watch his skin glisten still from you. Index and middle fingers press inside your wet hole. His wet hole.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, slipping your top lip above the bottom, you open easily for him to plunge deeper, his fingers curling up with no trouble at all in finding that spongy spot of pleasure right at the tips of them. Your eyes gloss from how overwhelming it feels, the repetitions.

"You can squirt for me, baby." His echoes have you in a trance, but that request makes you nervous. "I've... I don't know how...," you manage the words and he massages your insides in a way that makes you discern you're being primed for something.

"You can do it," Javi leans down, and the encouragement makes your mind reel at how simple words can create such an affect on you.

"Pull my cock out and slip those pretty lips around it, hermosa. You'll forget about anything else."

A part of you isn't ready. To see his cock would mean that things were progressing, and if they were in a standstill you could soak up this moment for longer. But the way you can hear your cunt slosh in between thrusts has you curious if he actually could make you do this.

You look down first. See the bulge more prominent and close in his boxers from his unbuttoned jeans. Eager to break out, you pull the fabric down enough to send the leaking head of his cock to slap against his abdomen before it springs out in front of you to tease.

"Holy fuck," the moment before the freefall, your body becomes alert of the sheer size of him. It was even better than the dreams of you getting railed by him from behind.

You can't help but take a moment to appreciate this. To brush your face sluttily against the warmth of his cock. Your lips teasing him until the precum lands on your tongue and your jaw instantly burns from how sore it is to be open like that.

Saliva falls on your shirt, not yet found the time to take it off.

He tasted heavenly, your hand cups his balls while his moves from your throat to the back of your head.

And it's delicious to watch his face. The way his jaw relaxed open before grinding it back shut, exhaling sharply through his nose. Javi tests your gag reflexes then, gripping the back of your head and sending the shaft of his cock down your throat.

"Mierda," he falters in keeping both rhythms from how hot your wet mouth is. "Knew you could handle my cock, baby, but fuck."

Between the sounds of you gargling him and the squelching of your pussy he is relentless in using, your body is distracted and slack enough for him to pull out of you.

"Ay dios mio, bebita. That's fucking it, there you go." The way he's nodding, proud and spasming in your mouth has you cumming again. This this time clear liquid sprays from you when he tugs his skilled fingers from you and you vibrate such moans from Javi's cock he has to pull out to stop himself from cumming, too.

A wail replaces your moans as the sound of your voice is more prominent in the space. "Javi!" You can't help that you're crying obscenely now, tears flowing from the intensity and the treatment he'd been giving your throat. Mascara running down your cheeks.

---

"Good fucking girl, bonita." You don't realise it straight away from you cum-drunken stooper, but he's picked you up now. Showing you how strong his lean frame is by carrying you to his bed. Tossing you onto the mattress like it's nothing.

"All of this off. Now." Yes, sir. You bob your head yes frantically, knowing how fucked you must look. Mascara running, your panties... somewhere. Your skirt soaked from a new trick Javi just taught you.

You catch a glimpse of the man who did this to you, equally a mess. His hair in all directions, neck red as beads of sweat tempt his broad shoulders, and fuck, he was naked now. You don't mean to, but you drool – this time without a cock in your mouth – too fucked to notice, or care.

"Take a fuckin' picture, baby." Javi softens his knees to curve down at your ear, "Off. Last warning."

You begin to wonder what he would do if you didn't do as he said.

"And if I don't?" You challenge, a lascivious grin crosses your face and you raise a brow.

Mistake. Big mistake.

Because that makes Javi's grin fade. Ripples a new sense of foreboding into the air when he takes your skirt off just as easily and swiftly as he did your undies, but the skirt isn't unzipped so it bursts from the force and you yelp at the sensation.

"Javi, you broke my skirt!" You whine. Naked from the waist down he ogles you before tutting his teeth sarcastically.

"It really bothers me, hermosa," Your shirt is slung overhead and abandoned somewhere on the floor.

"Good girls don't talk back."

You can tell he's drinking you in from the moment he stands back, but he's pulling away more and more until you don't feel his warmth anymore and you realise the error you've made.

"W-wait... come-come back!" Your words dejected, giving him doe eyes as he mimics them way better than you could.

"Bad girls get punished. Rub your clit, get yourself off." It drives a pathetic sound from your mouth before you plead to him.

"Please, no. Please – Javi, Javi please. I'll be good. Please, Javi!" Sitting up, you beg him, undo the sheer bra so your tits pop out from it. Both of you bare in his bedroom.

You can see that makes his cock undoubtedly ache.

"Oh, querida. You're gonna have to do better than that." Arms crossed, he watches as you part your sticky legs, exposing your folds to him again and he hums in approval.

"Let me see how you do it."

You're so deep in it with him, it feels like you've been doing this regularly. How he knows your body, helps you discover little things you didn't even know you were into.

It relieves you to let out wanton moans, your fingers spanning your slick, opening yourself up on cue. Fingers roll, pinch, glide your clit in a hypnotic motion.

It sends you close to the edge, but you can't quite find it with the prospect of Javi inside you.

You keep staring at his cock.

The way precum collects at the head, the girth of him. You could only imagine how deep he would be. Unsure if you could take him all.

"I need you, Javi. Javi, please. Please give me your cock. I'm sorry, I wanna be your good girl!" Torture rocks your throat, and right before you force a dull orgasm from yourself Javi takes your wrist, pushing it away from your core.

"We have to use a condom, baby." It's his way of telling you yes, and you sit up zealously, understanding and willing to do whatever it takes.

Because in reality, he's right, and that almost causes you to stop. Like those dreams you have where you wake up and instantly flock to your husband. Overcompensating.

But this wasn't one of those dreams, and you wanted this so badly it stung.

Javi goes to his nightstand, slicking lube on his cock before sheathing it in the rubber protectant. You certainly don't feel upset that you have to use it, but it leaves you curious what his skin feels like slipped inside of you.

Already coveting his presence before it even began.

But that's the thing, there's no slipping here. When he comes around to make sure you're both lubricated enough for the barrier, you see just how fat his cock is as it bulges from the condom.

Your legs unfurl, chin lining forward as you watch him. Javi keeps you on your back for now, draping your legs over his shoulders. No, he doesn't slide inside of you, he stretches you to such completion your body pulses repeatedly, coming completely undone.

It almost feels too much at first, this position – as deep as it was, but the way you're groaning has you both believing you can take it. Just in time for your sex to push him out of you.

Your muscles all too tight, beginning to worry he's too big.

But that doesn't stop you.

"Mierda, you need it that fucking bad, bebita?" His words make you weak. Because immediately you go between your legs, inviting him back into the innermost part of you without him needing to do it himself.

Javi's lips crash against yours, taking time in burying himself all the way to the hilt. But he doesn't move a muscle.

He stays there, admiring above you. The way your mouth parts, nipples becoming alive at the sensation. "Eres hermosa," more of a mumble, his lips brush and decorate the inside of your calves. The tip of his nose slightly bending against the skin.

It starts to become unbearable, your hips shifting up, but you find it is working. That your muscles relax and are able to take. "I can take it," you incline, not noticing you're heaving shallow breaths until the words leave you in pieces.

"Can you?" Javi asks condescending, thumbprint teasing the split of your clit, rasping at the way you convulse your whole body from contact.

He can't take it anymore, your hold is too strong over him. Javi, compelled to fuck you, drives his cock in, proprietorial in its approach.

You're almost oversensitive, unsure of the statement you just announced because you find yourself swallowing hard, your throat dry. Fingernails claw at his forearms as his large paws grip your waist for leverage. Your pelvis bucking up because like his fingers before, his length is hitting your g-spot and it's too much – you have to screw your eyes.

But Javi doesn't reprimand you for it this time. Instead he hovers over you, sending your ass off of the bed and him deeper than ever before. Right against your cervix now. Causing your mandible to unhinge, pitiful sounds expel your lungs. It's just too good.

"You can take it, baby," Lustful words right there at your ear, you beg in way that makes you want more.

You stroke his hair, tugging the strands – scratching his scalp. His body mercilessly colliding with yours. All sweat and skin, balls eager to tap against the curve of your ass, and all of those sounds fill the room. The sounds of your sex.

"Javi, please. Tell me." It's magic, he doesn't hold it against you that you're not being completely direct. He's understanding, and wants this for you again. The gears connecting that you need to be talked and fucked through it.

"Tell you what, cariño? How I want you to cum for me?" His glistening covered brow presses against yours, hairs stick to both of your foreheads. "How I make this pussy feel so perfect you have to explain why you're limping tomorrow?"

Fuck, you're a mewling, writhing mess.

"Let go for me, ángel," his dark, pleading eyes invite you to jump over the edge, "That's it. That's fucking it, baby. Cum for me."

Your skin trembles like a live wire. He's pulling another orgasm out of you and you don't even know where it's coming from or how he could get you to do it again. But you are. It shows up in your fingers curling, your thighs fluttering until streams of your sex leak from around his cock in your climax.

You're speechless. Moans come from you, yes, but you're so fucked out there's no words that could be put together to describe how fucked you really are.

Your legs fall on either side of Javi's waist, and there's a moment of cognition as your hand reaches to touch Javi's face. "You are so handsome," it slips out before you can stop it, but you don't want it to. Your thumb finds the divot at his bottom lip. Recall the way he tastes of you now. The tops of your fingers stroke his clean shaven cheek.

A face so hauntingly beautiful for a human up to no good. You knew snippets of his past, but his pout nudging against your palm tells you more than any story. Lets you know exactly who he is. You knew the truth.

"Get on your back, honey." You encourage, coaxing his cock out of you – still hard and dying for release.

Surprisingly, he does what he's told, unable to stop himself from kissing your cheek and you swallow down words.

No need to complicate things further.

So you climb on top of him instead. "Shit, cariño. Look at you." That makes you blush, his warm and strong palm splays on top of your breast to brush a digit over your nipple and you shiver. Tentatively, you take him back in and make an oomph sound. He somehow feels deeper like this.

You're intentional in the roll of your hips, but the pace is far too slow for Javi. He needs you, needs the chase of something. "Let me," he grits, pulling your chest onto his and pins your arms behind you in his own bear hug.

The way he digs his heels into the mattress to fuck you, to use you to get himself off is borderline degrading but his quiet praises against your skin has you lit up again in ways you don't anticipate. He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark before petting where you connect. This leaves your sticky sweetness to cover his lap in no time.

"Hermosa, h-hermosa," his voice staggers at the shell of your ear, hips erratic while it feels like he's fucking you into oblivion. "So fucking good for my cock, pretty girl."

You have orgasmed so many times now it feels automatic when it happens again, but this time you take note of his arms tightening around you. A hand in your hair. "Just like that, just– fuck. Take it." It almost sounds like a resignation, but his waist pounds you both into another wave of pleasure until he emptied inside of you, filling the condom.

You both stay still. Spent. Relaxed. Eyes bleary, the two of you collapse into assuage.

A pile of shuddering, panting limbs tangle together in the wake of something devious and beautiful.

"Pretty, pretty girl." You hear him say into the top of your head. The hint of affection aches at your heart.

It's then you become acutely aware of how tight your wedding band feels around your ring finger.

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Javi lights a cigarette in the middle of your afterglow, and it's intimate, him sharing it with you. You hold it, sobriety taking your head, and it frightens you when you don't pull away from him as you begin to think more clearly.

In fact, you roll onto your stomach. Body half-slung onto his, your tits pushed together perfectly as you sit up your elbows.

Taking the cigarette between your lips, you inhale, leaning to him as you push the smoke to billow into his mouth. He exhales the rest through his nose and your tongue tastes the plush lips in front of you because, fuck, it might be the last time you can.

"What do we do?" You ask after a while. It's quiet, and you give the stick back to him by dangling it between his lips.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." His words muffled by it, he takes a drag before leaving it to burn between his fingers. He puffs the smoke away from you. "You stay with him, bebita. You work it out. And when you need to be fucked, you call me. When he's being a cabrón, you call me. I'll make you forget about him."

Your survey the curtains in his room, the blue glow of dawn tempting to bring another day forward. You don't like his idea, but that doesn't make it wrong.

"You mean you don't want to run away together?" You joke, your eyes conveying, no really it's a joke. I swear. And he runs his fingers across your cheek to pinch it lightly, lips pressing together when he shakes his head 'no'.

"You know we can't do that."

The words bring Julian back to life. Shows his existence in a way that doesn't make you want to push him away. Through the love Javi has for him.

Despite it all, love. A common goal the two of you have for the man who is probably worried sick over you.

Just before guilt tempts to wrap its vengeful claws around your throat, Javi stops it in its tracks.

"You took what you wanted. That's all."

You nod compliantly, not willing to argue in order to savour the moment. Your head brushes against his chest and you close your eyes. If only to capture this feeling a little while longer.

You allow his words to integrate, and swallow down the antagonist of his statement: that there was more you wanted. You were certain the chase of this, the irrevocable quench from throes you shared with Javier, would not just die down.

Terrible that you didn't want it to. You would take what you wanted.

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[sister-lucifer]

Spring & a Storm

Tim Wright/Masky x Gender Neutral Reader 

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Genre: Fluff, not explicitly romantic

Summary: It’s been raining all day, and you and Tim are stuck inside the cabin together. You can’t sleep because of the thunder, and decide to see if Tim can help you out. 

Content/Warnings: None really. Brief mentions of alcohol, uh…if you can think of anything else let me know! This is pretty damn soft, but actually not explicitly romantic.

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You don’t really notice the sound of the rain against the windows anymore. It’s been raining nonstop since, what, 7 AM this morning? Its not quite storming, at least not yet, but everything is soaked, and you can hardly even walk out onto the patio without your shoes filling with water. It’s dreary, sure, but not exactly unpleasant. It’s a good day to stay in, that’s all. 

You shift your sitting position a bit, wrapping one of the woven blankets from

the back of the couch around your shoulders as you gaze out the window. You’re not really expecting to see anything, it’s just trees and trees for miles around, but you always seem to find yourself gazing out into the endless pines. You only turn away when you hear Tim sit down in the recliner, sighing lazily as he puts his feet up. This is a sight you’ve seen many times: A few strands of hair falling between his eyes, an old flannel half unbuttoned over a stained white tank, a beer can in one hand and a nearly finished cigarette in the other. It’s practically Tim’s natural state.

He takes one last drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ash tray he keeps on the end table, chasing the smoke with a sip of his beer before that, too, is set aside. He glances out the window, whistling softly. 

“Ain’t nobody goin’ out in that weather,” He drawls, “Nobody with half a mind, anyhow.”

You nod in agreement, taking a little sip of your hot cocoa. It’s a wonderful way to keep warm in this homely old cabin.

You glance over at Tim, who is now absentmindedly flipping through TV channels. He’s probably looking for sports or Storage Wars or something, you think. Some old man show you’ll never find interest in.

As you look at him a bit longer, just spacing out a bit with your eyes on his face, your mind meanders back to before you two were this comfortable with each other. It feels weird to think about that now, though. You couldn’t imagine being in that place again.

Tim’s told you before that you reminded him of himself when he was a younger, when he was ‘new and green’ as he’d say. You were a wide eyed, scared kid, just like he was. You deserved to be living in a dorm somewhere, getting shitfaced at college parties and making choices you’ll regret the next morning but laugh at for years, not to be forced to cope with this reality. No one deserves it, really, to wake up in an unfamiliar place surrounded only by endless woods, no one and nothing around to help you and your body aching all over with injuries you don’t recall getting. 

He knows that feeling. 

He’s never felt worse. Neither have you. It’s hard to get worse than that, really. 

You were still a bit dazed when he first helped you back to his cabin, but something about the worn walls and cozy, lived-in feeling of the old rugs and antique furniture told you you were safe, at least for now. You were out the second your head hit the pillow. You slept for nearly two days straight. You really needed it. 

Since then you’ve been a permanent fixture in Tim’s life. You don’t really leave the cabin, and you’ve never left alone. Tim says it’s just until you can find a job and a place of your own, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to kick you out. You’re thankful for that, of course, but you can’t help but smile every time he insists that this is only a temporary situation, that if you don’t get off your ass he’ll quite literally throw you to the wolves, but he always smiles too. You’re definitely on the same page, and the headline says you’re not going anywhere.

The rainy day melts into a rainy afternoon, then an evening, then a quiet night. The rain has slowed down a bit, but now the thunder has rolled in, and every ten or fifteen seconds or so you can hear it clapping loudly overhead. The sound is a bit more…penetrating than usual, a bit more raucous, and far more bothersome. You’re not sure why. The only thing you are sure of is that your once comforting outdoor ambience is really ticking you off. 

You sit up with a yawn, glancing at the clock and groaning with annoyance when you see it’s already passed 2:00 AM. Damn, you’ve been lying here a while, and still no luck getting to sleep. 

The thunder crashes outside once more, making you roll your eyes. It’s mocking you, you think, poking and prodding in an attempt to get a reaction. You simply sit there for a few moments, debating turning your TV on or reading a book to tire yourself a bit more, but neither of those are particularly attractive options at the moment. You bring your knees up and rest your head on them, half lidded eyes lazily wandering around your dark room. It looks the same as usual, no surprise there, but when you look down the hallway you notice that Tim’s door is cracked open. 

Hm. Odd. He never leaves it open. Must’ve stumbled off to bed and failed to realize he didn’t close it all the way. 

It’s not a big deal at all, really, but the light of his TV leaking out through the cracked door paired with the noise of the thunder gives you an idea. 

You slowly slip out of bed, cringing a bit when your feet hit the cold wood. You’re as quiet as you can be, avoiding all the floorboards you know will squeak. There’s really no point, Tim sleeps like a rock most nights, especially if he’s been drinking, but you figure you’re better off safe than sorry.

You make your way to his door, pushing it open just a bit to peek inside. You wince when the door creaks unbearably loudly, but Tim doesn’t move a muscle. He’s sprawled out like a starfish on his bed, limbs in all directions and his single blanket only half covering his body. He looks foolish, but in a charming sort of way. He’s even snoring a bit.

You cautiously make your way to his bedside, watching him for any sign of consciousness. You don’t want to startle him. Even if he didn’t mean to, he could really hurt you if he thought you were a threat, though at the moment he’s not very intimidating. His sweatpants are ratty, there’s no hiding his dad bod in that old sports tee, and his face is illuminated by the cheesy sitcom he left on; not exactly the pinnacle of danger. 

You step up to his bed, debating what to do. You should wake him gently, it reduces the risk of injury, but how do you gently wake someone who could sleep through an aerial assault?

“…Pssst, Tim?” You whisper, but get no response. You repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“Tim, wake up.” 

He stirs a bit, but all you get is a groan and a minute twitch of his eye. Dammit. 

You sigh and roll your eyes with annoyance, reaching out to softly shake his shoulder.

“Tim, it’s me. Wake up.”

He lazily swats your hand away, groaning again and mumbling a reply without even opening his eyes. 

“Whaddya want, kid…?” He asks, practically chewing his words.

“I can’t sleep,” You respond simply, giving a little shrug. Tim is not amused at this answer. 

“And why does this have to involve me?” He huffs, glancing at you for a moment before his eyes close again. He turns onto his side towards you, yawning as he tries to pull his blanket back up. 

You don’t really have an answer to that one. Why did you feel the need to come in here and wake Tim up? It’s not like he controls the thunder. It’s not like he controls your inability to sleep…

…But maybe he can help. 

“I can’t sleep,” You explain, trying to figure out how to word your request without sounding stupid, “The thunder is too loud. I thought maybe I could…you know…” 

Tim’s eyes finally open, for real. He raises a brow at you, and for a moment you fear you’ve overstepped, but his expression shifts to tired once more as he turns onto his back again. 

“Kid,” He mutters, clearly annoyed but trying to be gentle, “If you’re old enough to share a beer with me, you are definitely too damn old to be running into my bed ‘cause you’re scared of a li’l thunder.”

“I’m not scared,” You quickly protest, “It’s just too loud for me to sleep. I didn’t know what else to do, I just thought…”

You trail off. You’re not really sure what you thought.

“…Never mind.” 

You turn to walk away, hoping he’ll be too tired to remember this in the morning. You’re in the doorway when his gruff voice stops you. 

“Wait, wait,” He drawls, sleepily waving you over without moving from where he’s lying, “Get back here, I ain’t chasin’ ya off…” 

You pause at that, then slowly walk back to his bed. He’s silent, and for a few moments unmoving, but then he scoots over a bit, patting the bed next to him. 

“C’mon.” 

You sigh in relief, happy to see Tim responding at least somewhat positively. You climb into bed next to him, though you’re careful not to get too close to him. You and Tim don’t really do physical contact beyond a high five for a job well done. 

That’s what makes it all the more surprising when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side but making sure to be gentle, giving you ample opportunity to pull away if you need to. You don’t.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, keeping his eyes closed and his face towards the ceiling, his free hand idly resting over his stomach. 

“…You ain’t too scared, are ya?” He drawls. You’re confused for a moment, but then the thunder sounds again and you realize what he means. You hadn’t even noticed the thunder since you walked in. It was nice. 

“No, I’m fine, really,” You insist, “I’m not scared, it’s just hard to sleep with the noise. It’s more annoying than anything else.”

He gives a grunt of acknowledgment. 

“You get on to sleep, then. Ain’t no reason for you to be tired tomorrow.” 

You nod, moving a bit closer to him. He, in turn, wraps him arm a bit tighter around you. It feels…nice. Foreign, yes, but far from unpleasant. He smells like pine trees and faded Old Spice cologne. 

You yawn softly, pulling the blanket up over the two of you as you get comfortable. A comfortable silence settles over you both as the sound of the thunder mixed with the blurry noise of the TV. You’re the first to break it, a question falling from your lips before you can really think of stopping it. 

“…You were worried I was afraid?” 

Tim shrugs, scratching at his stubble as he answers. 

“I mean, I guess…I just wanted to make sure, ya know? Make sure you didn’t need me to do nothing to make you feel better…” 

That makes you smile.

“Didn’t think you’d care that much…” You murmur with a hint of a giggle. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Tim quickly snaps, “Course I care. I care about you. Ain’t no way for me not to. I’ve cared about you since the second I took you in. You’re not that young, I know, but back then you were just a kid to me. You’ve matured since then, yeah, but I’ll never forget the way you looked when I found you wandering the trail that day…” 

“Yeah, yeah, and you remember when I was three apples tall, I get it,” You tease with a playful laugh. Tim can’t help but chuckle, giving you a little squeeze. 

“Can it, ya little shit. You know what I’m sayin’. I knew what I was doin’ when I let you into my home, I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t care.”

He’s got a point there. Most of the time Tim’s number one priority is self preservation. He rarely goes out of his way to do anything that doesn’t directly benefit him. He must’ve seen something in you absolutely worth the trouble. What exactly it is you’ll never know, but you’re certainly happy with where it’s gotten you. 

You turn to him a bit, giving him a tired smile. He turns to you as though he can sense your stare, cracking open one eye to return your smile before laying his head back again. 

“Alright, alright, ‘nuff yammerin’. Go to sleep,” He orders, reaching over to ruffle your hair before his hand rests back on his stomach. He never was good at being strict.

You stretch a bit before settling into your spot, getting as comfortable as you can so that you won’t have to shift around and risk bothering or waking up Tim later on. He hasn’t moved a muscle, his breathing already slowed and all of his muscles relaxed for once. It’s an odd sight, really. Usually he’s always holding some tension in his brow or jaw or shoulders, but he’s completely relaxed now, as are you. You finally feel like you could fall asleep.

“Night,” You mutter, your eyes fluttering shut. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Tim’s southern drawl ringing in your ears. 

“Sweet dreams, kid.”

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Let's Get Lost

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Summary: Loki helps you find something new to be passionate about. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: fluff, angst, one-night stand, P in V twice 😮😏 A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration, sorry this took so long my dear, @ijuststareatstuffhereok89. Thank you for the request 🥰 Also based on this song from Beck & Bat for Lashes

The wind was blowing wild from the seventieth-floor balcony where you hid. The smoke from your cigarette wafted off as soon as you exhaled it. The night air stung your open wounds. You’re pretty sure you were bruised all over the top half of your body. You should have gone to the med bay as soon as the jet landed.

The combat suit you still had on was torn from the shoulder blade down to your elbow. But it didn’t matter. You would get it replaced. There was always a replacement. A sense of repetitiveness washed over you that got mind-numbing.

Fight. Get hurt. Repeat.

Fight. Get hurt. Repeat.

Sometimes you’d win. Other times you’d lose. But there was always another suit. For another fight. Nothing changed.

The slider door clicked and opened. “There you are.” His voice was muted, but gravelly. A sense of boredom crept into his tone. Maybe he felt it too? The monotony.

He sat down next to you on the vacant patio chaise. He crossed his legs as he leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, sighing with mild content.

“What is it, Loki?”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m golden,” you said sarcastically. Loki huffed a low chuckle. A comfortable silence spread between the two of you. You closed your eyes, listening to him breathe as you tried to take stock of the sores and bruises on your body.

“Do you ever get sick of it?” his low voice sharp against your ear. “The day-to-day saving of humanity. The endless struggle to care and not let the bad guys win. Just let them demolish the whole planet,” he said waving his hands in the air.

“At least it’ll be different,” you chuckled. You didn’t know why you found that amusing. You rolled your eyes as you offered him your cigarette.

“Precisely,” Loki said, taking it off your fingers and giving it a puff of his own. His smoke was thicker and denser.  Swirls formed in an intricate dance in the air. “When you joined, did you think it was going to be like this?” he asked you.

You sighed with apathy, “Honestly? Yeah, I guess. Travel the world. Meet new people. Save the galaxy. But I never thought it would lose its luster for me. Am I a bad person for thinking that?”

“No. It just means you have cravings. Passion. A symptom of having a soul.” Loki said with the cigarette still on his lips.

“So what do you do? How do you fix it?”

“Coming from a being who’s lived over a thousand years, you find something new to do,” he said flicking the ash on the tray and then handing you back your cigarette. “Find it. Get lost in it. Until you find something new again.”

You took it gingerly and placed it in your mouth. You took one last hit as you stood up and exhaled. You looked out into the skyline. Millions of people living their lives, and you wonder if any of them have found a passion worth holding onto. A passion worth getting lost in. You turned around to face Loki, only to find that he’s been watching you this entire time.

You snuffed out the cigarette on the tray and slowly straddled him on his chair. His eyebrows piqued as his smirk grew wider. “Well, this is new.”

“Just for tonight…” you whispered leaning closer to him.

“…darling…” he said to your lips.

“…let’s get lost.” You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him deeply. He sucked on your bottom lip, moaning as you ground into him. The unexpected turn of events had him hard within seconds. His hands found your waist and slowly traveled their way down to the curve of your hips. He pulled you closer to him making you widen your thighs.

He bent his knees, trapping you in your seat. You arched your back, rolling your head slightly, and rested on his thighs. Loki had the perfect view of you. His hands roamed up your torso, cupping your breast and snaking them around your neck- pulling you back to his hungry kiss. His fingers trace the exposed part of your skin. From your graceful neck, down to the valley of your breast. You savored it, whining when he took his touch away.

His cool fingers pulled the zipper of your suit down uncovering the bruises you were hiding underneath. He delicately peeled off the top half of your suit, leaving you bare. “I’ll be gent-”

“No!” you interrupted him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel everything.”

“Everything?” he asked as he traced your lips with his fingers. He pulled you closer, devouring your lips again.

“Everything,” you moaned.

“How exactly do you want to feel, kitten? Do you want to feel strong? Powerful?” Loki guessed since you were the one who initiated the tryst. His grip on your hair got tighter keeping your face flushed with his.

“Or do you want to surrender? Do you want to feel submissive? Degraded? Begging for your release on top of my hard cock?” Loki ripped the rest of your suit, leaving you exposed in your underwear. Your body was weak and shivering from the fight earlier that night. Now, you shook from the craving you were experiencing. The passion you were getting lost in. “Faen,” he murmured faintly under his breath, as his eyes drank you in.

Your hands crept down onto the buckle of his pants and freed him. He felt hot and needy as you squeezed. Looking down, he was more than you expected. Red-hot at the tip and thicker by the base. He smirked upon seeing your eyes widen. He whimpered in your hand as you stroked him hard and thick. “Ride me,” he moaned. “Fuck me,” he said short of begging.

He traced the inseam of your panties and pulled it to the side. You placed his dripping tip at the entrance of your wet heat and teased him. You ran him up and down your folds, savoring the flick toward your clit at the end.

“You tease,” he huffed as he thrust himself upward into your waiting cunt, surprising you and making you yelp. You fell forward onto him, and he captured your lips in between his teeth. He was obsessed with your kiss. Obsessed with how your soft lips molded to his.

You felt him stretch you. The sudden uptilt made you ache and squeeze around him. He savored the sensation as he hung his head back, moaning. His jaw tightened and he huffed.

“…Loki…” you moaned.

“Now, sit!” He commanded as he looked straight into your eyes and pulled you down all the way to his hilt.

You were left speechless- gasping for air as the sudden intrusion onto your tight walls filled you. You had almost forgotten who you were dealing with. Loki’s brief demonstration of strength reminded you of how much stronger he is. How much he could manipulate your body and bend it to his will.

He started to push you off and then slam you back down on his hard length. “You’re… squeezingme… ohsotight… kitten,” he managed to say in between thrusts and his heavy breathing. His deep voice resonated in your body.

You wanted more. You needed more. He felt so good thrusting inside you. Each drive sends a tingling sensation throughout your nerves. You felt weightless and out of breath. Every thought, every feeling, every breath came together and centered where you and he collided.

“That’s it, kitten…don’t stop…fu-…don’t stop…” Your hips took over, using his shoulders as leverage, and grinding against him. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against your inner thighs. You welcomed the burn as it only added to the fire, the yearning to be good for him.

Loki pulled your body flushed with his and wrapped his arms tight around you. He placed your taut nipple into his mouth, running his tongue in circles, flicking them, and sucking them hard in between his lips.

The sensation made you roll your head back and scream out your orgasm.

He pumped his hips upward a few more times before he held you still on his throbbing cock. You could feel him pulse inside you. He growled his release with your nipple still in his teeth. His spent dripped down your sides as his cock tapped your sensitive nub with every thud.

Your lungs were on fire. Your throat burned from your gasping screams. Distracted by the sweet pain in your chest, Loki managed to turn both of you sideways, his chest to your back. “One of the many things you’ll learn about laying with a god is that I’m not so easily satisfied,” he said as he lifted your leg behind you, over his hips, and sank into you once again.

The moan you let out was unnatural and goddamn sexy to Loki. He held up your leg as he slammed into your wet folds over and over, hoping to make you moan like that again.

You held on to the side of the chaise. His groans of pleasure were ripe in your ear. He slipped his other hand under you, capturing one of your breasts. He tweaked your pebbled nipple, pinching and pulling it hard, making you whimper.

“Is that what you like, kitten?” he growled licking the shell of your ear.

“Please, Loki. Please don’tstop... don’tstop… don’t stop.” The wave of desire coiled inside you once again.

“I won’t, sweetness. Just moan for me one more time.” He commanded. And you obeyed. With one last thrust and pinch, you came again.

You could hear his heavy panting as his sweet breath fanned your face. You could feel the frantic beating of his heart on your back as he held you still once more against him. He squeezed your body in his vice-like grip, spilling his seed, as his mouth sought yours once more.

“Fuck,” you keened into his waiting lips. His stuttered cry of pleasure was all you could hear as he turned you around to face him.

You didn’t know how long it took you to calm down from your bliss. His fingers traced your bare back, up and down, following the curve of your spine. You huddled closer to him in the chaise lounge, holding your arms close to your body for warmth. He held you tighter, his arms snaking around your hips. While his caressing hand clasped your head steadily to claim your lips once more.

“I should go,” you mumbled into his lips.

“Why?” he asked, invading your mouth with his tongue.

“They’ll be wondering where I am. Where you are.”

“Let them wonder,” he said kissing you fiercely, hoping to change your mind.

“Mmm…I have to go” you said smiling. “Do you mind?” you asked holding up your torn suit. Loki rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, weaving together the stitches around your delicate body. Even so much as fixing the rip on your arm from the battle earlier.

Would this be an isolated incident, he wondered as he watched you zipper your suit up. All the monotony of day-to-day life and this was the first time he felt something worthy of his time. He was fascinated by you. It was why he sought you out earlier, how he came to be by your side tonight. After tasting your sweet kiss, he didn’t think he could let it go.

“Thank you,” you whispered, kissing him again on his soft lips. The intimate way you thanked him gave him hope. “Let’s get lost again, soon.”

“Same time tomorrow?” he proposed. You bit down on your lip and smiled as you got up and walked away, leaving him smiling with contentment. He had found his passion.

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[chronically-ghosted]

will it help?

rating: explicit 18+

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

word count: 1962

summary: javi can't sleep. he doesn't ask you but you help him anyway.

warnings: blow jobs, smoking, no y/n, ball tug

a/n: from @onmysluttyknees 's request: Peña prompt - “Everything in excess is bad, except you”

🤍Masterlist

In a post-Escobar world, things had changed. 

Cali was snatching up the remnants of the empire left and right. The crimes were dirtier, sneakier, and backed up by the government. Allies were enemies and now enemies were allies. The whole game had been changed overnight and while the DEA was playing chess, the cartels had three boards of parcheesi going on under the table. 

And, perhaps in the most horrifying change of all, Javier Peña buttoned his collar up all the way. 

He didn’t smoke. 

He wore nicotine patches.

He wore ties now.

He wore suit jackets, for christ’s sake. 

He walked hunched and in silence through the office hallways now. He didn’t drink with the team and he was often the last one at the office. No one in recent memory could remember the last time some woman called the office looking for a “Señior Peña”.

It seemed, to everyone who knew him, Javier had become a respectable agent. He reigned in his “machismo”, as it were. He had learned something about restraint. Call it the effects of war, post-war syndrome, but Javier was a changed man. 

Nope. 

To you, who actually knew him, Javier just got better at hiding it. 

He still smoked like a goddamn chimney.

“Those things’ll kill you, you know that?” 

He glances up from the floor, shirtless, in jeans, case files and documents spread around him like debris, smoke rising from in between his fingers. Three more burnt out nubs curled around gray ash in the tray. 

It’s past two in the morning. He only does this when the insomnia is particularly bad.

There are dark circles under his eyes as he lifts his gaze up your bare thighs. You didn’t take his shirt to be particularly distracting; it was the only thing you could find in the darkness and eyes bleary with sleep. But he sighs as he looks you up and down. 

“Did the light wake you up? I’m sorry – I’ll go into the kitchen next time,” he shakes his head. “Those fucking chairs are murder on my back, but –,”

“Did you already sort by date? If they’re making specific drops, there might be a pattern.” 

You sit down on the other side of the paper half-circle surrounding him against the couch, taking up the files nearest you. He watches you in the low light, his mouth not yet curled up, but his eyes are bright.

“You don’t have to do this. You can go to sleep.”

“And those things’ll kill you,” you reply, not looking up. 

He chuckles softly and puts out the half burnt cigarette. With a sigh, he picks up a few papers, collecting them and handing them to you. You notice his piles have been organized by location so you include those in the groupings, your thumbnail in your mouth as you try to see a higher pattern, a more digestible informational system. Head down, you miss the faint grin splitting his mouth open. 

With a groan, he eases up onto his feet. As he passes by you on his way to the kitchen, his fingertips trail up your shoulder, ghost up your neck, intertwine with the loose ends of your hair, nails offering a hint of pressure against the back of your skull where he knows it makes you whine. 

You arch your back up against his leg, your head against his thick thigh covered in jeans, his touch encouraging a feeling that oscillates between warm pleasure and hot arousal. Your eyes slipping close, he thumbs the line where your hair meets the skin of your forehead.

“You know I’ve cut back,” he hums quietly. 

“Mhmm, on the days that don’t end in ‘y’.” He massages the rigid bend of your skull behind your ear and you bite back a moan.

“Are you going to tell me next that I drink too much? Sleep too much?” His eyebrow arches lazily, his tone answering his own question, as he drops the pad of his finger tip across your forehead. 

You crack open an eye to look up at him. He’s smiling. 

“You know sleeping in until noon is excessive.”

He snorts. “Everything in excess is bad.” Javi’s grip slides down your cheek, his middle finger pressed against the corner of your mouth. He taps once. “Except you.”

Inhaling the warmth and burn of the cigarette still between his fingers, you reach under the cuff of his jeans to his ankle. Fine hair, just above, a dusting over the arch of his foot.

“Will it help you sleep?”

“Does that matter?” 

You dig your nails into the soft skin under his ankle. “I want you to sleep.” 

His dark eyes harden, an exposed vulnerability tugging at the corners of his eyes, his mouth, making him look younger than he is. 

“I don’t know if I can. But I want to try.”

You nod, satisfied with his sincerity. Another reward for knowing Javier the man and not only the agent; he never lied to you.

He breathes through those parted pink lips as you tuck your legs underneath you and roll up onto your knees. He stands there, an observer, as you rub your palm up his thigh, the muscles tense in anticipation and exertion. Your eyes caught with his as though tied together, you cup his half-hard length through his jeans, intentionally pressing the zipper into his growing erection. Javi swallows, a grunt so obviously caught in his throat. He doesn’t want you to have that just yet, he wants you to work for it. He needs you to make it rough. 

You unbutton his jeans, fingers grazing the trail of hair that sinks beneath the waistband. He barely twitches. You unzip, the sound almost strikingly loud in the silence, over the distant wailing of sirens, over the almost buzzing heat of Bogota. You drop his gaze, wanting to watch this part, your lower muscles cramping in excitement. Javi breathes sharply through his nose when you reach in and bring out his cock.

In the days of Machismo Javi, there was a secret office bet going around about what his cock looked like. Shape, color, length, girth – there was money to be made all around. You are pleased to say that no one ever got it right.

Flush, darker than his skin, but redder than his nipples, you can honestly say you drool at the size of it every single fucking time. 

You swallow, your mouth flushed with spit.

“Hey, save some of that for me.” Oh, the bastard is smug. But his touch is tender, affection as he rubs his thumb under your bottom lip. 

You eye him as his grows, lengths, aroused by just you looking at him. You nip at his thumb, hands squeezing his thighs.

“Yes, sir.” 

You aren’t sure if the noise he makes comes from your words or the fact that you swallow him nearly to the hilt in one go. Fully erect in your mouth, hot and pulsing, Javi’s eyes roll back in his head and he drops his head against his shoulders. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, that fucking mouth on you,” he groans. 

You breathe out through your nose, pleased at his reaction. You shift higher on your knees, the pressure between your legs already verging on uncomfortable. There is a reason you loved riding him; with this fucking cock, it felt like he was going to split you open, his feet planted, hips bucking up into you.

Fuck. Focus. 

You drag your mouth back, taking time to drag as much spit and drool along his length as possible. You come to the end, swirl your tongue as if you are sucking up the curve of an ice cream cone against the thick vein underneath his cock and he audibly moans, the sound like the plates of the earth shifting to relieve volcanic duress. 

His hands fly to your hair, his hips bucking to chase the heat of your mouth, but your hands at his thighs hold him back. 

“Fuck, sorry.” 

You accept his apology with the tip of your tongue catching on the head of his cock – he trembles under your palms – before taking him in half way, then all the way, then halfway again. You fuck him with your mouth like he fucks your cunt. His fingers tighten in your hair, nails scratching your scalp. 

“Tha’s it, suck my cock, baby, suck it.” 

You slide all the way down, your tongue rubbing against the ridges, your cheeks hallowed in, your mouth a vacuum seal, and your nose brushes the short, harsh hairs around his groin. And then you do, indeed, suck. 

His hips lurch forward, you are expecting that, knowing exactly what that does to him, but still, he pounds the back of your throat and you gag, mouthful of him. Your eyes water, lashes suddenly wet, but he wipes them with his thumb, turning your jaw up to look at him.

Eyes pitch black, mouth agape, chest heaving, Javi looks like you could ask for the moon and he’d go out and find his best lasso. He swallows, the air jagged as he gulps it down. 

“Eres tan sucia. Lo tomas sin que te lo pida. Te lo tomas tan bien.”

You can’t help but grin, spit dribbling around the corner of your mouth. He’s started speaking rapid, almost unintelligible Spanish, it won’t be long now. 

He continues spewing filthy dirty things at you so you drop your jaw out of his grip, pull back out all the way, a string of spittle caught between your lips and the head of his cock, and kitten-lick the precum from his flushed skin. He punches out a groan. With your hand thoughtfully placed on the inside of his thigh, you lick him again, tug his balls just barely, and then release your jaw to swallow him entirely. 

His knees buckle, a pink flush erupting up his chest, and he spews down the back of your throat with such force, you gag again. But you hold on, your nails digging into his jeans, eyes streaming until he stops, his hips slow in their thrusting, his fingers tightly latched on the crown of your head. 

You can’t really understand him but you catch phrases in both Spanish and English as his body relaxes.

Oh my god

Holy shit

Fuck fuck fuck

Oh my god

You drag back mindfully of his sensitivity, your cheeks and jaw damp with tears. You finally swallow when he’s gone from your mouth, but it’s too much and his cum leaks out of the corner of your mouth. 

“Oh, baby, what a fucking mess.”

He drops to his knees, wiping your lips clean with his thumb. He sucks his own thumb once before dropping his mouth to kiss you hotly on the mouth. Javier was always better at using his body, his actions to express how he feels than using words, and you can practically taste the praise, the appreciation, the awe he transfers in that kiss. 

He’s shaking a bit when he pulls back. He continues back, pulling you with him until you’re both on your backs, looking up at the popcorn ceiling. 

His thumb is tracing lazily whorls on the back of your neck.

“If you think those chairs on murder on your back, this floor is going to annihilate you.”

He chuckles, the sound warm in his chest beneath your palm. 

“I know, cariño.”

“Do you think you can sleep?” 

He rubs his face as he sits up. You follow him and take his hand, intertwining your fingers. He looks at your hand in his, contemplative as ever. But the storm clouds often present in his eyes aren’t there. He looks, shockingly, relaxed. 

He nods.

“I’m willing to try.” 

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[billys-pretty-babe]

Mr Stole Your Girl

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Nearly 2 weeks after you drunkenly confessed your feelings for your best friend, your boyfriend had found out and the two of you broke up. Now, you're finally Billy's girl.

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity accusations, Billy is competitive

Word count : 1, 230

A/N : Part 2 of Mr Steal Your Girl. There's a time skip, but it's labeled!

"It's because of him isn't it," Chris asked you, eyes studying yours. "No, it's not. I feel like we're not a good fit. I'm a partier, you're not and that's okay." He nodded, still not believing you. "Okay, yeah, I understand." You nodded before leaving his house and sighing, thinking about what you'd do next.

Somehow you ended up on Cherry Lane, car parked right behind the Camaro. You didn't see Neil's truck and decided to round the house to Billy's window as you knocked. His curtains moved, the cherry on his cigarette burning and he smiled around it and unlocked his window.

"Boyfriend letting you come over? How nice of him to share custody." You flicked him off and climbed through his window. "We broke up, thank you very much." His smile fell, "Wait, what?" His heart raced, his stomach lurching slightly but his soul danced on the inside, couple hip thrusts here and there at the news.

You nodded, "I just felt like we were too different plus I lost feelings about two months ago." He winced, "Damn." You nodded, trying to insinuate that you were talking about the night that you told him you'd kiss him. He rubbed the cherry of his cigarette in the ash tray as he pushed his hair back. "Why'd you lose feelings? You seemed like you liked him a lot." You nodded, "I did but I also realized I was in love with someone." His heart stopped and shattered, a gaping hole now in it's place.

"Oh." You nodded. "Are you gonna tell the guy?" You looked at Billy, "I've been trying to give him signals since I showed up to his house but I think all the nicotine has gotten to his head." He looked at you, blinking slowly, trying to comprehend what you were saying. "Say it then." You looked at him and smiled, "I'm in love with you." He smiled, a genuine, smile with teeth.

"Glad the feeling's reciprocated. Swear I fucking fell in love with you when Carol introduced us."

That was three months ago and Billy was everything you could ever want and more especially now that the two of you didn't have the energy to hide your relationship anymore. He was still your flirty best friend but now he could kiss you without crossing a line.

Now

You talked to Carol at your locker, Billy's keys in hand as you waited for him. You knew he was trying to be sneaky but Tommy made it impossible and you laughed, "I know you're there, B." He sighed, "Damn it," he said in your ear, making you jump considering you didn't know how close he had truly gotten to you.

He smacked a fat, wet kiss to your cheek and you laughed, "Gross." He gasped jokingly, "Gross? Says the one that has a spi-" you cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth as he nipped and licked at your palm. "You're like a rabid dog, stop it." He bit you harder and laughed as soon as he was free.

Three lockers away from you slammed shut and the four of you looked over as Chris made eye contact with you, shaking his head and Billy snickered in your ear. "Someone pissed in his Cheerios." You hushed him. "Stop, he's just upset." He hummed and nodded. "I'll see you later, okay?" You nodded and quickly pecked his lips and he hummed, "Maybe I can skip practice." You shook your head. "No you can't. You said yourself that you suck." He scoffed and you laughed.

"Go." He nodded and walked with Tommy and Carol wolf-whistled and Tommy turned around and winked at her. You and Carol went outside to Billy's car and you turned his radio on, having to kill time.

Billy walked into the locker room as Chris shoulder checked him and Tommy looked at Chris. "The fuck?" Chris looked at Tommy. "Oops." Billy hummed, biting his cheek. "So, you guys fucked huh?" Billy looked down slightly, Chris being a few inches shorter than him. "That's none of your business." Chris laughed, "Man, I had a feeling something was going on with you two especially after I saw that Polaroid of all of you at that party, the way you were groping her made me think a little." Tommy scoffed, "He didn't fuck her while you were together." Chris hummed, "Sure, I'll believe it for now," he said as he left the locker room and went to the court.

"Bat shit, I tell you, man," Tommy said as he and Billy walked to their lockers. "He's bat shit because he lost her. Fuck, I'd be bat shit too." Tommy laughed, "You already are." Billy mocked Tommy's laugh and hit the back of his head before changing and going to the court. An hour passed and Billy and Tommy walked to the Camaro and he opened the driver door, "Out, you can't drive for shit." You mocked him and he laughed, gently swatting your ass when your back faced him.

Tommy and Carol bid the two of you farewell and Billy began driving the two of you to your house. You two bound up the stairs and he immediately laid on your bed and you wrinkled your nose, "Are you still sweaty?" He shook his head, "Showered at the school." You nodded and laid beside him and he hummed as you wrapped your arm around his chest.

You immediately removed it, hand going to his jaw and you turned his face and he winced, knowing you found the bruise. "What happened?" He bit his tongue gently, "Got into a little scuffle, nothing to worry about." You looked at him, "With who?" You knew who, they had been going at each other for months, even before you and Billy began dating.

He sighed, "It's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt, just a little bruise, fucked punches like a bitch anyways." You ran your thumb over the bruise and he winced, "Sure seems like it hurts." He looked at you, taking your hand off of his face, "Hurts because it's fresh, it'll be fine in a few hours. He kept saying I fucked you when you guys were together." You sighed, "Just ignore it, we know that we didn't." He nodded.

"But fuck, I sure wanted to kiss you that night." You laughed, "I did too, thankfully I didn't." You both laughed and he pulled you closer to him. "We can kiss now," he said as his face got closer to yours, "and no one would have to know, our little secret."

You laughed and pressed your lips to his and he hummed and held the back of your head as he slowly sat the two of you up, his lips slightly chapped against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip occasionally as he held you as close as he could because this would never be close enough for him, he physically needed to be sewed to you, he was greedy like that, always needing you beside him, your skin on his to calm him.

The next day when Tommy saw the two of you, he laughed and dapped up Billy before calling him something that made the two of you laugh, "Morning Mister Steal Your Girl." The four of you laughed before going about your day.

#stranger things billy #billy hargrove fanfiction #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove

[gurugirl]

The Scientist & the Stripper*

Happy Harry Fic Friday y'all!

Summary: Harry's your new neighbor and he's just moved in so you invite him over to get to know him better - but what you find out about him is totally unexpected

A/N: 15.2k words in total - 6k+ words of SMUT

Pairing: nerd/virgin!harry x stripper!reader

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of light alcohol use and smoking weed

The couple who lived next to you moved out last week and things were finally quiet again. They had two young children and as cute as they were, you kind of hated kids and how obnoxious they were, and how early they insisted on waking up. Having children for neighbors was exhausting, especially because you worked nights at Star Room Gentleman’s Club.

So, today when you woke up at noon you felt well rested and your mood was good. Really good. You stretched and yawned and got out of your bed, walking to your dresser to find your pack of cigarettes. You walked out to your balcony and lit up the stick and inhaled. Your view of the I-90 interstate on the south side of Chicago was not great, but having a balcony was better than not having one, even if the view was of traffic and concrete.

When you stamped out your cigarette in the ash tray you went back into your apartment and poured a glass of cold brew and turned your radio on. You stretched your sore limbs, grabbing at your ankles and nuzzling your face as close to your legs as possible before rising upward with your arms out and stretched backwards until just before you could lose your balance. It was a typical morning routine; a good cigarette, black cold brew coffee (that you made yourself because that shit is expensive to buy at the grocery store) and deep limb stretches.

You looked at your cellphone to find way too many notifications and put it back down not wanting to deal with anyone so early (well, early for you). It was nice to work odd hours because all your friends with normal jobs never cared when you didn’t get back to them right away. You had to be a social butterfly and confident-flirty (i.e., dance naked) at work so when you weren’t at the Star Room you didn’t feel much like socializing. Your friend Micah would be coming over later with wine along with a few friends who were bringing weed and pizza. You socialized, just not all day.

After a quick shower you went to buy a few groceries and get a bottle of vodka in anticipation of your friends coming over. You weren’t gone from your apartment too long but by the time you returned and stepped off the elevator to your floor there were boxes and furniture blocking you from getting to your apartment. It appeared you were getting a new neighbor.

You rolled your eyes and spoke loudly toward the door that was propped open with a table, “Hi there! Excuse me!” You waited for a moment and tried getting a look into the apartment but there didn’t seem to be any movement so you decided to pop your head into the door and take a look.

There were boxes and furniture everywhere. A large bookshelf was pushed against the wall in the living room and a couch faced the window.

“Hello! Anyone here?” You shouted into the apartment.

Nothing.

Finally you just decided to move the things out of your way so you could get to your door. You lifted the box at the top and set it down in front of your neighbor’s door, then you pulled the larger box at the bottom back a few feet so you could walk around it and make it to the other side.

You hopped over the metal stool and maneuvered next to the box and just as you were about to move past it you heard a man’s voice, “Hey! Sorry! The movers I hired just dumped my stuff in the hallway and left after I paid them. I’ll get everything moved out of your way as soon as possible! I’m so sorry!”

You watched the man as he explained everything and you found it funny how worked up he was, though you knew it was stressful moving anyway. But more than noticing how worked up he was you noticed that he was hot. Really hot. He was tall and he had short brown hair that was thick and looked soft, he had gorgeous green eyes, and a deep voice that sounded British. He was in a t-shirt that fit his frame well, showing off a toned and broad chest, and tattoos were scattered over his arms. And to top it all off he had glasses on. He looked smart and sexy. Hot.

“Oh! It’s okay!” You laughed and turned so you could lean over his stool to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N. I live next door.” You tipped your chin toward your apartment.

“Harry. I live… here.” He gestured to his door and began to chuckle and that’s when you saw his dimples. Oh, you were going to be fucking your neighbor. Harry was too cute not to test out.

“Where are you from? You know what? Never mind, you’re busy. I’ll leave you to it. I don’t want to be a bother.”

You smiled and began to turn when Harry spoke again, “You’re not a bother! I mean, I am busy and I want to get all this shit into my apartment so… but like,” he scratched at the back of his neck keeping his eyes on you, “maybe I’ll see you around soon.” He shrugged and grinned sweetly.

“Definitely! And, ya know… I’m having a few friends over later on, around 8 or 9 tonight. Some drinks, a little weed, pizza… if you’re done with what you need to get done tonight you should come over.”

Harry’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your casual mention of weed and he was curious about what kind of person you were. Not that he thought people who smoked weed were bad, but he had some assumptions and opinions on weed use. He had never partaken; he was a scientist after all and needed to focus on his work. Weed would only slow his mind down and could hinder his research and effort.

But as strict as Harry was with his lifestyle choices, he was still a man and you were a very pretty woman inviting him over. He wasn’t great in social situations but you were going to be his neighbor and at the very least if he accepted your invitation he would have a good idea of what kind of neighbor you’d be. It’s a win-win situation for him, long term.

And there could be the smallest chance that you are into him and maybe you wouldn’t mind that he was completely inexperienced in bed. Well, inexperienced was putting it mildly. It wasn’t that Harry wanted to be a virgin, it’s just that he’d been very focused on his research for the last few years and he never really put much effort in to dating. Then when he started going on dates and meeting new people he just never felt much of anything for any of them. There was one girl he liked a lot but when she found out that he’d never eaten a girl out before she ended things right away (they were making out and she gave him his first blow job but when it was his turn to reciprocate, he explained his lack of experience and asked her to guide him but instead she kicked him out). So that put him off dating. He decided to just let nature take its course. But nature had been slow and Harry was starting to feel like he was missing out.

“Sure! Don’t see why I couldn’t make it over for a bit. Should I bring anything?”

Harry was so polite and eager. You loved him already, the cutie. “Nah, just bring your handsome face and that should be plenty.”

You winked at him and waved as you finally made your way past the large box and back to your apartment.

You put the vodka in the freezer and the groceries away. And then you proceeded to shave yourself smooth, put your favorite cream all over your body, check your stock of condoms, put on your sexiest little thong and thin white dress that was a little short, a little see through, and body skimming, but not too tight. You wanted to show off a little in front of Harry and hopefully have him in your bed by the end of the night. He seemed very sweet and excited.

At the same time you were prepping yourself for the possibility of having Harry balls deep inside of you later on, Harry was busting his ass moving his stuff into his apartment and internally freaking out that you called him handsome and then winked at him.

He realized that sometimes people could tend to be flirty naturally and that it might have meant nothing, or maybe it was more of a kind gesture to create familiarity, and comfortability. But there was also the chance that you were telling him you found him handsome, as an invitation of sorts. What was he to do with this information? Just play it cool? What if it meant something though? What if him playing it cool backfires and you think he doesn’t like you and he missed the chance to see where it could lead because he was too in his head and playing it cool.

Yes. Harry is an over thinker. This is why he generally avoids social situations so he doesn’t have to deal with thoughts like this and navigate other personalities. But he hates that he avoids these situations because it’s a big part of why he’s never gotten laid. And he really wanted to get laid.

At 8 pm sharp, there are three distinct knocks at your door. You find Harry at standing in the hallway, looking as fuckable as he did earlier. “Come in…” you gesture into your apartment and he steps in. He smells very clean like he’s just gotten out of the shower.

You lead him to the living room that’s open to your kitchen.

“Sit wherever you’d like. Can I get you a drink? I’ve got some beer, vodka. A little rum… mmm… and juice and sparkling water.”

You look over your shoulder as you plate the chips and put the dip in the center waiting to see what Harry would like.

“Uh, here… let me get it! I can just, grab it myself since you’re busy…” Harry quickly crosses the room to the kitchen and stands near you.

“I think maybe a beer is fine. In your fridge I’m guessing?” He reaches toward your refrigerator.

You nod as you lift the chip tray, “Yeah, just in the door. There are two kinds so whichever you like. And glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the fridge if you want one.”

Harry reached into the door and grabbed a Modelo, lifting it toward you, “S’fine like this. Thank you. Uh, do you want me to do anything?”

He followed you to the small table as you set down the chips and dip. You laughed, “No! Just relax big guy. You’re probably tired. There’s not much for me to do anyway. I’ll join you in a couple minutes.” You wink at him and you swear you see him blush.

And he was blushing. He kind of liked when you called him big guy. Made him feel manly. He sat down on your couch and looked around. Your place seemed tidy. You had plants and art, a stereo cabinet with speakers, a receiver, a turntable and a good amount of records at the bottom of the cabinet.

Harry popped the tab on his can of beer and took a sip. You had a balcony with tall sliding glass doors that overlooked the interstate like Harry’s. There were twinkle lights draped over your balcony railing and a small sitting area with a table. Harry got up to check out the balcony, he didn’t have much time to see the view from his own. He opened the door and walked onto the metal flooring. There were cars heading North and South, lights coming from the North in the Loop where office buildings were still lit, concrete bridges and overpasses, and other condo buildings.

Harry took a seat in one of the chairs and noticed you had an ash tray full of cigarette butts. He sat his can down and just then the glass door slid open and you appeared, sitting next to him with your vodka soda.

“The summers in Chicago are so nice. I love sitting out here when it’s nice enough. Not the best view but it’s still a view.”

Harry looked at your face and then lowered his gaze quickly to your neck and then over your dress. He gulped and moved his eyes back to yours. He hadn’t noticed how sheer your dress was and that you appeared to not be wearing a bra when he first arrived.

You watched as he quickly glanced down at your attire. He seemed nervous. You figured another beer and he’d settle a bit. You had just met after all.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s nice, though. I kinda like it.” Harry looked out over the railing and licked his lips before taking another sip of his beer. You sipped your drink at the same time.

“I imagine you’ve got the same view. Probably same layout too. I’ve never been in your apartment. The people who lived there before never invited me over.” You pulled a cigarette out to smoke but before lighting it you stopped “S’it okay if I smoke?”

Harry looked at the cigarette you had poised in between your fingers and shook his head, “Yeah. Of course. Go ahead. It’s your balcony. Your apartment.”

You lit the stick and pulled at the filter, inhaling the hot smoke into your lungs before blowing it from your lips away from Harry.

“That’s a bad habit you know. I’m sure you’re aware of how unhealthy that is for you.” Harry noted, watching you smoke the cigarette.

You frowned and cocked your head, “Yes. I am aware, thank you. But I like it.” You inhaled another puff before turning your head to blow the smoke out.

Harry shrugged realizing it wasn’t his place to tell you that but he kind of wished you’d listen to him. He knew the dangers of smoking and how addictive it was but you were an adult and most people didn’t appreciate lectures about how smoking was bad, not to mention a complete waste of money.

You sighed and watched as Harry continued looking over the balcony into the distance. You decided to put the cigarette out. He was right, and also, you sort of wanted to get on his good side. You could tell he wasn’t much for conversation so you needed to carry this if you were going to get anywhere with him. You decided to turn up the charm a little bit.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t smoke. Gross habit. It’s probably why I’m single still.” You bate him.

Harry looks at you and his brows raise for a split second before he furrows them.

“Mmm… maybe. Seems like a bad reason for someone not to want to date you, just cause you smoke.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I guess so. What about you, Harry? Got any bad habits or secrets that keep you single?” You we’re hoping he’d let you know if he was available or not.

Harry coughed and looked down at his lap. Bad habits? Yes, plenty. Like not being able to turn his brain off to get a proper night’s rest most of the time. Or like putting work and research above everything else, including eating and socializing. So much so that he was still a virgin.

“I guess you could say that. Who hasn’t got any bad habits.” He laughs and displays his cute dimples again. He’s not taking the hints you’re dropping. You need to take it further. Harry seems oblivious.

You stand up from your chair and lean over the railing looking down and then back at Harry. He’s looking directly at his feet, not daring to be caught looking at your body under your thin, sheer dress. This frustrates you a bit. You hoped you could get his attention on you but it didn’t seem to work. You turned so you were facing Harry, leaning your bottom against the railing.

“So, where are you from? Don’t sound like you’re a Chicago native.” You chew at your bottom lip as you watch his face soften when he begins to speak.

“From Manchester, U.K. Moved to Los Angeles last year and then had an opportunity to do my research at Northwestern University as a fellow under one of the best biochemistry science professors in the country. So, here I am.” He grinned and then looked down at his shoes again.

“Wow. Impressive. So, you’re into science… biochemistry? Are you wanting to be a professor?” You were genuinely curious.

“I’m about to get my doctorate when my research gets published. I’m a scientist, just lack the final degree and the technical title. I’ve worked in labs and universities for my research for years now, and I get paid for it.”

Fuck. A scientist. You’d ask him more about that later. You had no idea about what biochemistry was. Now, though, you were ten times more intrigued by him and wanted him in your bed even more.

“I like your shirt, Harry. And I agree.” You chuckled. He looks down at his shirt and puffs out a breathy laugh, plucking the material out as he reads aloud the words printed along the fabric, “Women are smarter.”

He looks at you finally and smiles, nodding, “Technically it’s a true statement. For example, studies show that most men overestimate their IQ, while most women underestimate theirs. Therefore, in that context, men are not as smart as they think they are and women are smarter.” He snorts and laughs, “Now, the real question is are women smarter than men? That’s impossible to quantify but I think all signs point to yes.”

You watch him give his short speech and you realize he’s kind of funny without trying to be. He’s cute if not a bit awkward.

“Good answer, Harry.” You keep your eyes on him and move to sit back down next to him. He watches you as you sit.

He’s odd, you think to yourself. But you like him so you tell him, “I like you. Kind of quirky but cute. Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?”

He blinks a few times and appears to be confused before answering, with a shake of his head, “No. Never had much luck in that department.”

“Why do you think that is? You seem like a catch as far as I can tell.” You were just going to lay it on now. Tell him you found him attractive and make a move if he seemed into it. You took another sip, keeping your eyes on his.

“Uh… well, it’s kind of a bit of a story but, essentially I’m just not great in social settings. I devote most of my time to work.” He sips his beer and keeps his eyes on you.

You reach out and put your hand on his forearm, “Well, you don’t seem that devoted to work. You’re here at my place aren’t you? I’m glad you’re here, Harry.” You squeeze at him and then let go. Hoping he somehow gives you something.

Harry was feeling the lingering warmth of your touch on his arm and it had his heart throbbing in his ribcage, “Yeah, that’s true. Figured it would be important to get to know my neighbor.”

Harry wasn’t dumb or oblivious. He just didn’t know how to answer your questions without saying something dumb. Truly, he would have preferred to have been more charming, and responded to your subtle flirts and comments with his own witty responses but he lacked that skill.

“Mmm… yeah. It is important to get to know your neighbor. I’d like to get to know you better too. I think it’ll be nice having you as my neighbor.”

Harry nodded and smiled as he looked down at his lap. He was getting nervous. He tried to calm himself, but it was hard when he wasn’t used to small talk with a pretty woman. He wanted to impress you but didn’t want to seem like he was bragging.

“You’re a little shy.” You reach your hand out and ruffle his hair a bit getting his attention back on you, his green eyes finally meeting yours again. “But that’s okay. I like you. I think it’s cute.” You dropped your hand and picked your cup up to take a sip.

Harry was simply reeling at your touches, “Uh… thanks?” He breathed out a laugh and felt himself getting turned on, his face heated. Having you put your fingers his hair and dropping these telling hints was all it took. He was easy to turn on.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed. He was painfully awkward but you were determined.

“Hey, am I coming on too strong? Or are you just not aware that I’m trying to hit on you?” It was time to cut the shit. You wanted to get to it and have him aware of your intentions.

Harry just stared at you for a moment, appearing in shock before clearing his throat and finally speaking with his heart pounding, “No! I like it. Umm… I’m sorry about my behavior. I’m not great with small talk and I don’t know how to navigate this kind of thing very well.” He gestured between you and himself.

You mimicked his gesture and smiled, “This kind of thing? Like someone hitting on you?”

He nodded and gave you a brief grin, “Yeah. Clueless.”

You set your cup down and titled your head, “That’s okay. I have enough clues to last a lifetime. I think you’re really attractive and interesting, Harry. I’d be up for having you stay after my friends leave tonight if you want. No pressure.”

You needed to be very direct with him, it seemed. And you could certainly be direct.

Harry coughed a rubbed his palms over his thighs and then pinned his eyes back to yours. He took a deep breath to get up the nerve to say what he’d say next, “Yeah. Okay.” He knew it was pathetic, how nervous he was, how he didn’t know what he was doing.

You smirked at him and laughed lightly, putting your hand over his, “Hey, look at me.” You leaned forward to meet his gaze and he brought his eyes back to yours.

“I’m not going to bite. I just want to get to know you and you’re cute and kind. If you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. We won’t do anything if you don’t want.”

Harry did want to do things, though. But he needed someone to guide him. Someone who wouldn’t laugh about him being a virgin. He’d only kissed three women in his life (romantically), had only ever been given one blow job, and had never even touched a pussy. Sure, he’d watched plenty of porn but that absolutely doesn’t count toward experience.

“I’d like to do whatever you want. I just…” he paused and cleared his throat, preparing himself to give his spiel about how he was inexperienced. He’d practiced it, especially for moments like this, not that he had many opportunities, but now he has the chance, “I’m not very experienced, though. I need to be shown what to do. So, if you don’t mind that I’m…” another deep breath and a quick mental push to spit it out, “… a virgin, then I will stay.”

You just stared at the attractive man with the sharp jawline and couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. A virgin? A real-life virgin? You blinked a few times, not knowing exactly how to respond right away.

“Unless your invitation had nothing to do with sex, then never mind! I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous…”

You leaned across the table and grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his. Just a sweet and soft kiss, a few little pecks at the corner of his mouth, and then you released him.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Sex. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want but I’ll be more than happy to guide you. Only if you want.”

Harry was still reeling from your lips on his. It’s been a while since he was kissed and he suddenly wanted more but he needed to contain himself.

“Okay. Yeah? Really? You don’t mind? I always feel like a burden.” He touched his lips as he spoke, which you found adorable.

A man as attractive as Harry being a virgin and asking to be guided through the process seemed like a dream. You’d sort of always wanted to corrupt an innocent man, not that you’d really be corrupting him, he wanted it. You just didn’t know if he wanted to lose his virginity or not.

“I’ll show you whatever you want to know.” You placed your hand over his thigh and squeezed and watched as he looked down to where your hand was. He looked up at you and his eyes searched your face.

“Okay.” He breathed out deeply. His breath had picked up, he was breathing a little harder and you smoothed your hand up toward his crotch but not touching him there. You saw that he was either sporting a bit of a natural bulge or he was already plumping in his pants. Poor guy. He was probably desperate to get laid. A virgin, and he looked like this?

“Okay.” You responded with a soft smile.

When everyone arrived it was a bit of a full house. Your apartment was small and Micah brought five people over. She was only meant to bring three. It wasn’t a problem really but you were concerned about Harry’s social battery. Two of the people Micah brought you’d never met before and one of the two, Dale, was obnoxious and kept hitting on you.

You were okay most of the time, and able to dodge the guy. You introduced everyone to Harry, and Micah’s cousin Petra was eyeing Harry hard. You, Petra, and Micah all worked at the Star Room together. There was a part of you that wished you could just make everyone go home so you could have your way with the dark-haired man with tattoos up his arms.

You and Micah went to the balcony to smoke a joint and much to your chagrin, Dale followed.

The three of you passed the joint around and chatted, slowly feeling the soft buzz of the THC fog your brain and dry your mouth. You zoned out what was being said between Micah and Dale and turned to look through the sliding glass doors and saw Harry sitting at the end of your couch with Petra sitting in his lap. Harry was bright red and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked past Dale to go back inside and save Harry.

You stood in front of the pair and pointed at Harry, interrupting whatever Petra was saying, “I need to borrow the man you’re trying to molest.” You laughed.

Harry was quick to move himself, causing Petra to lose her balance and remove herself from him. You grabbed Harry’s hand and brought him down the hallway and to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Harry thought he might be in trouble from you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with caution in your eyes, keeping his hand in yours.

Harry nods and grins, “M’alright. Just didn’t expect for her to sit in my lap. Wasn’t trying to be sneaky or anything.”

You shook your head and laughed, “I didn’t think you were trying to be sneaky, Harry. I just didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. You seemed flustered. But maybe you liked it? Having a pretty woman in your lap. I mean, looks like you enjoyed it.” You motion to the clear bulge of an erection under his dark jeans and his eyes go wide.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N, I kind of had one before she even sat in my lap. From you, though. Not that Petra isn’t pretty but it was already there and then she sat in my lap and that just didn’t help matters.” He scratched the back of his neck.

God you couldn’t wait to put him out of his misery. “Aww… poor thing. You’ve just been hard for me all this time?”

Harry quirked an embarrassed smile and nodded, “Sorry.”

You stepped closer to him and brought both hands up to his chest and slid your arms over his shoulders, “Don’t be sorry. I like that you’re hard for me. I’m gonna take care of you when they leave, but until then, are you going to okay or do you need a break? You can come to my room anytime you need. In fact, if you need to take care of this,” you pressed your hips to his, being sure to rub over his bulge with your thigh, “I’ll give you some privacy.”

You could see Harry throat jump as he swallowed, “No. No. I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll just get some water or I don’t know…”

“How about a puff of weed? That’ll relax you.”

Harry said no at first, to your offer of weed. He followed you out of your bedroom and out to the balcony where you refreshed his beer. Dale came out to the balcony with you and Harry and you smoked a little more weed.

“You don’t smoke weed? Missing out man. This is pretty good shit.” Dale inhaled and passed you the joint.

You watched Harry as he shifted a little while you took a drag. He kept looking at Dale, who was standing too close to you.

You handed the joint back to Dale and he moved himself in front of you and placed his hand on the exterior wall directly behind you, half caging you in.

Harry stood up straight and you saw that now his brows were furrowed as he watched Dale crowd you.

“This is a nice apartment. You must make pretty good tips at the club. Was thinking of going up there next time you work.”

Just as you were about to speak and move away from Dale, Harry grabs onto his shoulders and nudges him away from you a few inches, “Give her a little space mate.” Harry keeps his eyes on you and you smile at him, really not expecting him to step in like that.

“Who are you again? You fucking her or something?” Dale scoffs and turns to look at Harry as he speaks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. Just give her some space.” Harry and Dale are facing one another, and Dale is pretty high so you’re not too worried about this escalating but you don’t like Dale’s attitude.

“Nah, man. If she wants space she’ll tell me herself. Plus, she’s a stripper and you know how they like attention…”

Harry’s expression changes for a split second as he darts his eyes to you and then back to Dale. You didn’t want him to find out you were a stripper like this. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by it but people tended to have an assumption about strippers and you wanted to tell Harry in your own time.

“I’m not sure how that gives you the right to crowd her. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go inside.” He grasps your hand and opens the sliding door, pulling you in with him.

You’re genuinely surprised by Harry’s demeanor and a bit impressed. Harry on the other hand, is feeling possessive a little and he wants to display his claim over you. He knows you’re not his but you did give him a promise of something to look forward after all your friends leave and that’s enough for him to act as if he can remove you from a guy who’s standing too close for his liking. He’s also never been in a real relationship so this seems like a natural move to him.

You and Harry stand near your kitchen area and you start to see a little more than just an attractive guy who’s probably super smart. The way he’s standing tall and very close, blocking you from Dale’s view at the angle he’s positioned seems a touch territorial. And you like it. Not to mention how he confronted Dale in the most direct way, going so far as to put his hands over Dale’s shoulders to physically move him away from you.

Harry looked down at you and then over his shoulder, as he put a hand onto his hip and bent his elbow outward like what animals do when they make themselves bigger to scare away anything who tries to take something of theirs. Harry may have never had sex before but he was seriously the jealous type.

When everyone finally left and the apartment was quiet you locked your door and went to your kitchen to pick up a bit. Harry was already busying himself with putting things away and rinsing dishes. Which, if you’re honest, is like the hottest form of foreplay there is. And it was hot because Harry wasn’t doing it for that reason. He was doing it because he was genuinely nice and wanted to help.

Things looked pretty good. There wasn’t a lot of mess since everyone mostly used plastic disposable cups that were tossed in the trash.

Harry’s broad shoulder and we’ll built back we’re stretching his white t-shirt a little and you wanted to rub your hands along his shoulder blades. You leaned next to him and smiled at how deep in thought he appeared to be.

“Thank you for helping. You don’t have to do that, Harry. I can take care of it tomorrow.” You watched as he rinsed a glass and placed it in your dishwasher.

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a nice host.” He closed the dishwasher and stood up straight.

You took a step toward him gently took his hand, “Come on, Harry. It’s late already and I think we have a whole lot of things to cover tonight.” You pulled Harry behind you toward your bedroom. You were starting to feel your own nerves bubble up. You had no problem taking the lead in the bedroom but Harry was a virgin and you wanted to do this in a way made him look back fondly.

You closed the door after Harry stepped into your bedroom and turned to face him. He was standing with his arms hanging heavy by his sides, eyeballing your bed and then turning to face you. This was really happening. Harry didn’t know what to expect but he was excited. He was nervous, but you made him feel comfortable.

“Just so you know… I don’t care that you’re a dancer. Dale was a prick for saying it like that. Um… just didn’t want you think that…” Harry swallowed; he was really having a hard time keeping calm. And his choice of small talk to soothe his nerves wasn’t helping.

You can tell right away that he’s struggling so you close the space between your bodies, and you put your arms over his shoulder looking up at him, “Thank you, Harry. For dealing with Dale the way you did. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry that’s the way you found out that I’m a stripper.” You backed away and grabbed his hand, leading him toward your bed, “Sit.” You gesture to your mattress.

You both sit down next to one another while you turn so your knees are pointed at Harry and you place a hand on his thigh, “So, you obviously work out. You’re busy being a scientist and you exercise in your spare time?” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Harry was well built. There was no way he didn’t work out, at least a little hard for his physique.

Harry looked down and nodded as he laughed, “Yeah. Four days a week, an hour and half each session. Nothing special.” He looked at you.

“Can I kiss you now, Harry?” You drew your hand up his thigh further and leaned toward him as he nodded.

Harry turned to face you and without being prompted he put his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him. It caught you off guard a little but of course you didn’t mind it. You pressed your mouth to his and began to softly kiss his pinks lips. Harry began to open and close his mouth as he returned the kiss. He seemed eager but his lips didn’t feel inexperienced on yours. He was gentle and slow but pressed into your mouth enough for you to understand his intentions were to take this further, that he liked it.

When you introduced your tongue to his lips he opened his mouth and flattened his tongued, allowing you to lick over his. You nudged Harry a bit and released your mouth, “Scoot up so your back is to the headboard, and I can sit in your lap and face you, kiss you like that. Does that sound okay?”

Harry nodded, his pink lips swollen and wet from kissing you. He scooted himself further into your bed and sat with his back to your headboard. You climbed up to him and straddled his legs with your thighs before sitting yourself flat over his lap, pressed as closely to his body as you could be. You returned your arms to over Harry’s shoulders and brought your hands up to put into his hair at the back of his head, pushing your lips back to his.

The kiss was gentle and sexy. You and Harry licked at each other and moaned as you made out. His lips were so nice to kiss and you felt your heart rate increase moment by moment. You began to gently roll your hips over Harry’s lap and you felt him hard under your thigh. A nice solid bulge that you could tell was rather sizeable. You couldn’t wait to see him without his clothes.

So you leaned back, your lips making a smacking sound as you parted from his lips. You reached down to pick up each of Harry’s hands in yours and you pulled his hands up so they were on your body. The thin fabric of the dress wasn’t doing much to hide his warm hands on your skin. You could feel him begin to gently squeeze at you. You pulled his hands toward your breasts and guided his palms to cup you.

Harry’s jaw was slack. His gaze went from your eyes to where his hands were and then back up to your face. It was like he couldn’t decide where to focus. You continued rolling your hips over him as you spoke, “Can I take these off?” You removed your hands from his and brought them up to the frames of his glasses.

Harry nodded, “Sure. Probably don’t need them for this.” He chuckled.

You slid his glasses off his face and folded the temples of the frames at the hinges before placing them on your bedside table. You noted the brand, Gucci. You hadn’t expected that.

Harry still had his palms over your breasts when you pushed your lips back onto his. Without you needing to guide him, he slowly brought both palms down over your sides and then down to the tops of your hips and squeezed. His palms were large and you loved how they felt on you.

You leaned back to speak, “I’m going to slip my dress off really quick, okay? Do you want to help me?” You made sure to give him eye contact.

Harry smiled and swallowed, “Yeah.”

You shifted a bit, lifting your bottom and pulling at the hem of your dress bringing it up over your bottom and then you sat back over him firmly, now your small thong was the only thing covering your pussy. Harry was well aware of this fact too. He put his hands where yours were at the bottom hem of your dress and he helped you pull the material up and over your head.

You tossed your dress and watched as Harry’s facial expression changed quickly from shock, to amazement, and then to something animal. The man was dying for intimacy.

He suddenly leaned in and had you tilt back at his force, so he could kiss your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feel of him on you. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple first and sucked in hard. It stung a bit, in the best way. You opened your eyes to watch him and to your surprise he was looking up at you already. He was watching you to find out what you needed and wanted. Harry was clearly a quick learner and probably already had some idea of what women liked. And that was true. Harry had read enough about women and their bodies (both academic and opinion pieces) as well as watched porn with real couples having sex. He might have never done this before but he could pick up some clues from the things he’d learned.

After Harry had given your left breast a good minute of his time, he moved over to the right one, repeating what he’d just done. He closed his eyes this time, suckling at you and licking over your breast in wonder.

You clasped your fingers into his hair to lift him up and you both looked at one another for just a moment. You were going to tell him what a good job he was doing but just as you were going to speak Harry shifted under you, grasping your hips, and tilted you down to put you flat onto your back, your thighs still draped over Harry’s.

He moved from his position and lifted you by your hips to push you down the bed a bit as he climbed in between your legs and then rubbed his hands up to your hip bones and then over your tummy.

Harry was freaking out but he knew what he wanted and he had a good idea of what you wanted, to some extent. He was going to have you guide him through cunnilingus. He’d never had the chance to do it and his mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste you and smell you up close.

“Do you want cunnilingus? I can do whatever you want, just tell me how you want it.”

You looked up at the man and you were in awe. Your mouth involuntarily parted at his words. That was the sexiest sentence you’d ever had uttered to you before, especially since it was coming from Harry with his deep voice and British accent.

“Mmm… yeah, definitely. First, I need you to take off your shirt and pants. You can take off your underwear too if you like or leave them on. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” You wanted to see him. Harry was hot and you just knew he looked great naked.

Harry kept his eyes on you, dark pupils taking over the green irises. He grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it off over his head and then he knelt up and undid his belt. When he began to unbutton his pants he chuckled and looked at you with soft eyes, “M’not wearing any knickers, so just gonna…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence when he pulled his pants down and shifted himself to pull them off his legs, dropping them to the floor.

You weren’t one for dramatics when it came to trying to make someone feel good about their appearance. You’d generally throw out a good compliment here and there but with men, you tried not to feed their egos too much. But this was different. Harry’s dick was worthy of your praise and attention. Beautifully heavy, long, thick… it was the ideal dildo-sized kind of penis. The one that’s bigger than average, and longer too, but not so big that it’s monster-sized and hard to handle. Though, he was closing in on being a size too large for you. You knew well what you could handle and this one was going to give you a run for your money.

“Y’okay? Is this alright?” Harry seemed concerned. You moved your eyes from the cock of perfection up to his dilated eyes and nodded quickly.

“Ooh, Harry. I’m more than fine. I just needed a second to take a look at you. That’s a very pretty cock you have.” You breathed your words out, as you looked back down to his dick, “I am honored that I get to be the first to experience it.”

That was music to Harry’s ears. He liked this, being told his cock was pretty. He was well aware that he was larger than average. He’d just never had the words spoken to him by a woman before. He trembled a little at the praise and watched you as you licked your lips with your eyes on his penis.

And then there was Harry’s body. Of course he had tattoos over his chest, on his hips, some on his legs, a tiger on his thick and muscular thigh. Some dark tattoos scattered over his arms… but the way he was built. He was in better shape than you were and your job consisted of you working out naked in front of people for hours on end. But here Harry was with his broad shoulders and wide chest, lean torso with indents where you were able to make out his six-pack. His pecs were well defined and the hairs scattered over his chest were masculine and attractive.

You pushed yourself up, keeping your elbows back behind you, “Okay, so… Just start by maybe kissing over my pussy a little. Get the feel for it first. I’m gonna take my panties off though, okay?”

Harry was fast to put his own fingers into the band of your thong before you did, “Can I?” He looked to you with soft rounded eyes.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Be my guest, Harry.”

He kept his eyes on you at first, you noted. As he began to remove the fabric from your lower half. But when he finally did look down to your center he let out the smallest groan and continued staring at your little crease that was already shiny from your own arousal seeping out.

You were aroused for him and that just made Harry feel like he was going to lose his mind. Your body was already preparing itself to receive Harry’s penis. It made Harry’s stomach twist in delight.

When your panties were gone Harry adjusted himself in between your legs and did as you told him. He started with a small kiss right at the top of your mound. He took in a deep breath for both his own nerves and to smell you. He always wondered what pussy smelled like and now he was getting to smell one. Yours. And you smelled nice. It was a light smell, but it smelled earthy, real, musky… He kissed your slit again and again until he got the feel and settled into a comfortable position. You bent your knees and spread your thighs apart for him to give him access but then Harry reached around, under your thighs, causing you to angle your hips up a bit. He pushed your knees up over his shoulders, and then he gave you an open mouth kiss this time. He repeated a few times and then you felt him graze your clit and you moaned.

Harry looked up at you and duplicated what he’d just done to get that reaction from you again. When you groaned and looked down at him his eyes were on yours. You watched him lick at your clit, and then he looked down to the spot that had you moaning. He removed an arm from under your thigh to thumb over you, “This feels good here?” He watched your face as he dragged the pad of his thumb over your clit in circles.

“Yeah… how did you? Fuck, that feels good,” you spoke out in a breath as he continued rubbing you.

Harry smirked and licked his lips, “The clitoris. I’m supposed to try and focus right here. Unless it’s too sensitive for you. I’ve read some women don’t like it as much, but most do.”

You nodded and laughed out in disbelief at this man, “Yeah… I really like it. So that’s great. You’re pretty much a natural at this Harry. Just keep touching and licking my clit. You can finger me if you want too. Like push a couple of fingers inside of me.”

Harry got right back to it. Thumbing over your clit and attaching his mouth to your entrance. It was gentle and nice. Harry was a determined man and this was a good thing for you to be on the receiving end of.

Then Harry switched where his thumb was and slid a finger down through your crease, spreading you apart to take a look at your hole. He plunged his middle finger in and watched his entire finger disappear. He pulled out and then pushed back in, the sound of your arousal sticky and wet.

“Feels good, Harry. You can put in two fingers and like, curl then upward, up toward my tummy.”

Harry followed your instruction, inserting a second finger and curling, dragging his fingers in and out slowly, watching your pussy take his digits in and then how wet they were when he’d pull them out.

He looked up at you and adjusted his fingers until you bucked your hips up and he felt like that was a good sign. He replicated his motion and you groaned and smiled at him. He was good.

“Now, you can lick over my clit while you’re fingering me like that. Even kind of gently suck on it, kiss over it. That always feels so good. MMmmm… yes… okay, just like… oh my god…” Harry was quick to follow your directions. He did as you said before you finished your sentence.

Now Harry was feeling in a good rhythm with you. His fingers hitting something inside of you and his mouth over your clit in the way you asked for. He kept closing his eyes but he’d open them to watch you every few moments. He couldn’t lie and say his jaw wasn’t starting to hurt a little but he felt the ache would be worth it if he could make you come.

It did take a while too. At one point you even pushed at Harry’s head so you could give him a break, try something else if he needed, “Do you want me to suck you off now? Or do something different. You’ve been down there a while.” You laugh out.

Harry frowned and shook his head, “Was hoping to get you off like this. If you need something different, then I can do whatever you need.” His face was slick with your arousal and you knew you could come like this with what he was doing, you just didn’t want to overwhelm him. So you let him continue because he seemed to really want to. You didn’t need to rush anyway. You’d let Harry give you an orgasm with his mouth so he could add that to the notch in his belt.

You grasped onto Harry’s hair when you felt yourself start to tremble. Harry’s mouth was slurping at you and giving your clit just enough pressure that you could feel your orgasm begin to make its way through your body.

When Harry felt you quiver under him he looked up to see that your mouth was hung open and your eyes were closed tightly. Your groans egged him on. He could feel something shifting in your demeanor. Perhaps you were about to come. He licked and sucked and lapped and slurped, continuously moving his fingers in and out of you how you liked.

“Ouuhhhhhh…” you moaned, “Fuck… Harry! God!” You clenched your jaw as you finally came, relief pouring from your veins as you gyrated your hips and rubbed your pussy over his face, your hands in his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder.

Harry loved it. He loved giving head. This was something he’d want to try with you again. He continued lapping at your clit with his eyes on you as you appeared to calm down a bit. You released his hair and pushed him away, too sensitive at that very moment for more.

Harry sat up and smoothed his hands over your thighs and watched as you breathed and kept your eyes closed. You were a beautiful woman. He liked your pretty breasts and soft thighs, your little wet pussy that smelled so good, and your slender fingers that pulled at his hair when you were coming…

When you opened your eyes to look at Harry he was sitting back on his ankles and searching over your body with his eyes. His large dick, hard, neglected.

You cleared your throat, “You get an A for that. Made the teacher come on your first try.” You laughed.

Harry smiled at you, one side of his mouth quirking up further than the other, “I’ve got a great teacher. Can’t take all the credit.”

You sat your self up and brought your hands up to Harry’s chest, leaning up to him to kiss him again, your tongue smoothing over his. You could get used to this with Harry. He was so sensual and a great listener. Plus, being so smart he was obviously going to remember the things you’d taught him. He was already quick to pick up things without being told, you could only imagine how much better he’d get with more practice and direction from you.

You brought your palm down to Harry’s thigh and moved back a tiny bit to speak, “Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” your lips brushed over his as you asked.

“Yes.” He was quick to respond, pressing his lips back to yours as you slid your hand between his thighs and in toward his balls, grazing over them lightly, then slowly brushing up over his shaft to his tip. Harry paused his lips and breathed out a puff of breath against yours at the feel of your hand on him.

You wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently and then released his cock to wipe your palm over your wet center to gather your own natural lubricant to use on Harry. You didn’t stop kissing him the entire time. Harry was eager in returning open mouthed kisses with small flicks of his tongue to you.

When you placed your hand back around his shaft and began stroking he moaned and his lips paused again. You didn’t mind the break as you kept gliding your hand up and down his length. Harry started to rock into your hand as you slid your fist downward.

“Do you like this, big guy?” You spoke, your lips brushing over Harry’s.

He nodded and opened his eyes to look at you. He couldn’t believe that this awful day turned into a day he’d never forget. Your small, warm hand over his dick felt so much different than when he did it himself and being with another person like this is so much more fun.

You and Harry stared at one another while you pumped his heavy prick. Now you wanted him down your throat. You wanted to make him come with your mouth and then make him come again after he recovered with your cunt.

“Have you ever had a blow job, Harry?” You asked him directly. You had no idea how much experience he’d had. He didn’t go into detail with you.

Harry nodded, “Yes. Just one time.” He pulled his lips into his mouth and looked downward toward the edge of the mattress. You could tell he was struggling with feeling embarrassed about his lack of experience.

“Mmm… well then, I was thinking, if you want, I can give you a blowjob. I wanna put your pretty cock in my mouth, make you come down my throat, and get my mouth and throat stretched out by your big… pretty… cock.” You kept pumping him as you watched his expression. He was convinced you came from a dream.

“Yes.” He breathed heavy imagining what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth. His head was spinning but then he remembered something, “Um, y/n?”

You slowed your hand down and got onto your knees as you were about to get into position, pausing, “Yeah?”

“I am probably going to come, like super, embarrassingly fast, ehm… and I kind of wanted to have sex with you. If you want!” His eyes widened.

You brought your hands up and placed your palms flat on his chest, “I want to have sex with you, Harry. Absolutely. I would like to have sex with you after I give you a blow job. I want to make you come, and then you and I will lay here together and talk a little, get to know one another, maybe kiss, and touch a little, and then once you’ve recovered and you get hard again, we can have sex and you’ll last a lot longer after you’ve recently had an orgasm, so it’ll be even better for me that way too.” You wanted to be sure to explain it plainly to him.

Harry smiled down at you and nodded, “Okay.” He was excited to feel you on him in any way you’d give him, but he knew he was going to come fast. Eating you out had nearly done him in.

You moved yourself between his legs, pushing them apart for your access. Harry leaned back against the headboard and watched as you worked your mouth over his thighs and pecked your lips up his hips. You looked up at him and Harry groaned softly as his cock twitched at the way you looked in between his legs and you weren’t even touching his dick.

You decided to put him out of his misery. The poor guy needed some attention now. So, you slid your hand to palm over his cock and you lifted him toward your mouth. Spitting over the tip, you looked up at him, and he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t look or he’d come too fast. He wanted to enjoy having your mouth on him for at least a couple of minutes. So, he couldn’t look. Not yet.

You smoothed your saliva down his shaft and smiled to yourself about how nice this was going to be. How good you were going to make him feel.

You kissed the very tip of his cock because it deserved one, it was so pretty, “Harry, I’m gonna put you in my mouth now. If you want anything specific from me, just tell me. You can hold onto the back of my head if you want,” Harry opened his eyes and looked down at you, “…push me down over you, not too hard, but put pressure on the back of my head if you want me to go deeper or just to hold me in place. If you want me to massage your balls or suck on them, tell me, otherwise, I’m just gonna go for it and start slow. Okay?”

Harry nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth watering at the notion of being sucked off by the beautiful woman sat between his legs.

You swiped your tongue over him and then lowered your mouth down as far as you could comfortably go on the first pass. Harry’s cock was wide and it would be a lot to take all the way. You weren’t sure you could. But you knew you could give a good blow job regardless.

With your tongue dragging up and down the underside of Harry’s cock, your lips wrapped tightly over him, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked on him, Harry had to close his eyes again. He began to moan out in shaky breaths.

You sucked and swiped your tongue around Harry, bobbing your head and attempting to get him deeper. You looked up at Harry and his neck was straining. Suddenly he put his hands in your hair and bucked his hips with a grunt.

You lowered yourself down and sucked on him hard. Harry was moving his hips in rhythm with your mouth. You bet he’d probably enjoy fucking your mouth one day. Maybe next time you’d encourage him to do it. But right now? Harry was about to come, you could tell he was nearly there.

With everything in you, a deep breath, and eyes closed, you went down over him further and felt him nudge the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly and swallow around Harry’s frenulum.

“Ahhh… uhhoooww…” Harry breathed out and moaned at the feel. He really liked that. But even as good as it felt, he looked down at you in worry when you gagged but as far as he could tell you liked it because you didn’t pull off and you continued doing what you were, gagging lightly over him. You were purposely doing it and it felt so fucking good for him.

When you looked up at him again, this time his eyes were on yours. The sight of your eyes looking up at him with his cock in your mouth as you gagged when he bucked his hips was his ending.

His eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open as he groaned and felt his orgasm pour out of him and down your throat.

You gagged and coughed over Harry’s cock as he came, but you stayed over him and continued working him as he orgasmed, swallowing him down and humming.

When Harry finally stilled and his dick stopped twitching, you removed your mouth and sat up between his legs. His eyes were heavy, and he had a small grin on his face.

“You taste so good, Harry. I could do that every day.” You climbed next to him against the headboard and cuddled into his side, draping and arm over his stomach.

Harry put a hand over your arm and pulled at you so you’d be even closer, with a smile still on his face. He hummed and closed his eyes, “I know this isn’t going to be that great of a compliment because this is only the second time I’ve been given head, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.” He laughed and you smiled and nuzzled into his chest lightly. He was so fucking adorable.

You two laid quietly for a bit, resting and recovering. You were also glad for the small period between orgasms. You were looking forward to fucking him, but a little break was good.

Eventually you and Harry began to talk a little. You told him about living in Chicago and how long you’d been in the city, he told you more about his biochemistry research and his life back in London. You learned that Harry didn’t have a drivers license but that he had a bike to get around. You told Harry about your hobbies and interests and a little about the club you worked at.

“Are you sure you don’t want a puff of a joint? I think it’ll help you relax a little, plus, and you might already know this, it makes sex feel so incredible. Your senses are all heightened and it’s just so so good. I mean, you don’t have to. But I kind of want to have a little and thought I’d offer.”

You sat up and looked at Harry. He did seem more relaxed now that he’d had an orgasm, but you wanted him even more comfortable. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath looking at you, “Sure. Okay. I’ve never smoked weed before so… Just a small bit.”

You quickly got out of your bed and left your bedroom in search for the joint. You walked through your apartment naked and plucked the joint from your coffee table and grabbed a lighter before going back to your room to Harry.

Climbing up to the bed with a big smile on your face, you settled yourself right back next to Harry, your knees angled toward him and nudging into his side as you lit the joint and breathed in the substance.

You handed the joint to Harry and watched him as he copied your actions, inhaling as the tip reddened and the combusted material was breathed into his lungs. He coughed immediately. Hacking a little and leaning forward to catch his breath. His face got red and he coughed some more. You chuckled and patted his back.

“You okay?” You leaned your head down to keep your eyes on his face as he continued coughing.

Harry cleared his throat and smiled, coughing again, and then looked back at you, “I’m okay. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Hurts going down the throat, though.” He grasped his throat and grimaced before laughing.

When Harry’s lungs had mostly recovered you two sat back again and you smoothed your hand up his chest as you continued light conversation.

“So, why didn’t you have any underwear on? Do you usually go commando?” You giggle, feeling the buzz from Sour Diesel strain you’d just smoked.

And Harry was really feeling the buzz. He was super comfortable and relaxed suddenly. He couldn’t ever remember a time in his life where he’d felt so chilled out. Ever. He blinked his eyes looking at you as you asked him about his underwear situation and he smacked his lips, feeling a bit parched before speaking, “Yeah. I don’t like underwear. Not to brag or anything, but most men’s underwear are quite restrictive on my package and so I have to buy a special brand for more, larger sizes, and they’re quite pricey so mostly I just go without.”

You nodded and slid your hand down his torso toward his dick. You brushed your fingers over his soft skin and looked up at him with your hand petting at him. Even flaccid, Harry was impressive. You really loved the way his dick looked. You were tempted to give him another blow job.

Just as that thought popped into your head Harry turned to look at you and he angled his body toward yours. Putting a hand up over your hip, he skimmed his fingers up your smooth skin, and then back down over your hips, chancing to go a bit lower over your bum.

“Can I go down on you again? Just for like a little bit? I can really feel the effects of that joint and I have a sudden urge to taste you once more.” His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were dark pink.

You nodded quickly and Harry moved away from the headboard and climbed in between your legs, pulling at your thighs to move you flat onto your back.

And just like the first time he did it, he started with a small kiss at your mound, but unlike the first time, he knew exactly what you wanted and honed in on your clit pretty quickly. He mostly just gently licked at you for a bit. Keeping his eyes on you as he flattened his tongue and swiped his tongue up and down your slit.

You got wet after only a few minutes of Harry’s tongue over you. And it felt so good being high and getting licked on. You grabbed your tits and squeezed as you moaned.

“Oh god, Harry. You are so good. Oh my god…” you panted.

When Harry felt you were wet enough he plunged two fingers into your opening, making sure to get the angle correct and then he began to sip at your clit again, wet sounds coming from his mouth and your cunt.

When you began to tingle and feel lightheaded you sighed and groaned and looked down at Harry, eagerly working over you with his lips and his fingers.

“Hhh… Harry? Hold on, there…” You pushed at him so he’d stop. He lifted his face to look at you, fingers still knuckles deep.

 “Are you hard? Do you feel like you’re ready now? Or do you need more time? I’m kind of desperate to feel you inside of me.” It had been about thirty minutes since Harry orgasmed and he was definitely hard and ready now. He nodded quickly at you.

You sat up, causing Harry’s fingers to slip away and he knelt up from his position. It was then you saw his erection.

You cooed at him and smiled, “Oooh… you are ready. I have condoms. And… I think I’m gonna need just a little bit of lube for this too, you’re a big guy.” You wink at him as you slip off your bed to grab a condom and your bottle of lube.

Harry watched you move around your room naked with his lip bit and then looked down at himself, fully thickened. He was so horny again already and even though he wasn’t feeling as sensitive as when you’d given him a blow job, he was still worried he’d come too fast for you.

You climbed back onto your bed toward Harry and perched yourself in between his legs as you lifted the condom.

“Have you ever put a condom on? I know you haven’t had sex, but maybe you’ve tried putting one on before?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, out of curiosity. S’been a while, though. Think I could probably figure it out.” He reached for the packet and looked at you for a second before sitting upright and gently tearing the foil to remove the rubber.

He took a close look at the condom and then settled it firmly over the tip of his cock and began rolling it slowly down his shaft. His eyes went back up to yours, almost as if to gauge your reaction to make sure he was doing it correctly. And of course he was. Getting a condom over a dick wasn’t rocket science but sometimes it could be a bit of a hassle, but Harry seemed to understand the mechanics easily.

Once Harry’d gotten the condom over his shaft as far as it would roll down, you climbed up into his lap, straddling him and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

Harry reached around your back and pulled you in to his frame tightly as he pushed his mouth onto yours in return.

Harry was naturally a good kisser. He was eager but didn’t take it too far. He used a little tongue and his lips were soft and unhurried. Harry was already a very good lover, very giving and very patient.

When Harry slid his hands down your back and found your ass your eyes popped open. He made a bold move on his own, and even though he’d made a few bold moves without prompting, it still surprised you a little bit. But then when he squeezed and pulled you hard toward him and your cunt smushed itself against his condom-covered cock you gasped.

This was really happening. You and Harry were both on the same page. You were both excited and nervous but in the best way. Harry for finally having the chance of feeling the inside of a pussy, of your pussy specifically, and you for getting to ride such a pretty cock, attached to such a pretty man.

When you felt it was time to move forward, when you couldn’t take not having him inside of you any longer, you leaned back and placed your palms on his chest.

“How do you want to start? Do you want me to lie down on my back and you can control the pace that way? Go in as slowly or quickly as you like?” You bite your lip in anticipation and at the way Harry is looking at you, it’s making your head spin. He’s so attractive and so sweet. You wouldn’t be surprised if he made you fall for him completely.

Harry breathes out and nods, “Yeah, okay. But I only want to do what you like. So, if you prefer a different position, I’m okay with anything. I’ve obviously not got a preference just yet. I think any way is going to be my favorite.” He softly laughs.

With your lip still bit and your hormones in full bloom you press your hands over his thigh and lean up to give him another kiss before laying back, spreading your legs apart. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off you anymore, unlike earlier in the night when he felt bad for looking. Now, you were inviting it and he was going to commit to memory all your parts; your curves, your freckles, the dip of your belly button, your lips, and hair, everything.

“I just want it to be good for you, Harry. This is your first time. I think you’ll like trying it like this first. We can always explore other positions another time.”

Harry thought he could faint. Not only were you so sexy and kind, but he was also about to lose his virginity to you. He wasn’t actually concerned about the virginity part. Virginity was pretty much just a social construct anyway. He wasn’t trying to hold onto it or preserve it. He just wanted to have sex.

“Okay. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I want you to come again too.” He looked into your eyes as he spoke, leaning over you, situating himself so his cock was parallel with your cunt. You nodded and smiled at him, reaching up to cup at his cheek. He was so good, so thoughtful. You were pretty sure this was the most fun you’d ever had with a man during sex and you hadn’t even had his cock inside of you yet.

“Yeah? You want me to come on your cock? You want to know what it feels like to have a woman’s cunt squeezing at you as you bring her to orgasm? Hmm?” You tease him with a grin.

Harry nodded and swallowed. God did he want that.

You reached out to grab the lube and Harry gave you a little space as you drizzled the liquid into your hand. You looked up at Harry as you reached for his dick and smoothed the lube over his condom and swiped the rest over your opening to make it easier for him to enter you. Snapping the cap shut you tossed the bottle and looked back up at him with a smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Harry. All you have to do is just push your penis inside of me and then I think the rest is mostly self-explanatory.”

Harry nodded again and looked down at himself and grasped the base of his cock, pressing his tip to your entrance. He looked up at your eyes and pushed upward, moving his cock a little so it nudged at your clit and then and then he looked back down and sat his head over your entrance again, “Okay. I’m gonna… are you okay?” He was more worried about you than himself in all honesty. He just wanted to be good for you.

You nod and smile, “I’m very okay. I think you should fuck me now, Harry.” You wiggled yourself so your opening was draped over the tip of his cock and Harry watched as he held himself up to you and slowly pushed past your entrance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. You were so pretty, and the way your little pussy spread open to accommodate his girth was incredible. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He’d never forget this picture.

And you could feel your pussy being spread for him as he slowly inched his way inside. You watched his face as he watched where he was pushing into you. You moaned softly at the feel and how much he was stretching you. You lifted your hand up to cup his jaw with your mouth dropped open. He felt so good already.

Harry quickly brought his eyes up to yours when he felt your fingers over his jaw, “Feels okay?” he panted out as he spoke.

You nodded, “Yes…” you breathed out your words in a little whine. You both kept eye contact for a bit as he continued his excruciatingly slow entry. You’d let him go as slow as he needed. Especially at first. This was his first time. You wanted him to feel it how he wanted to feel it. And he certainly could feel it. Of course the condom was a slight hinderance to how much he could feel but he was thankful, in a way, for the barrier. Not only because he didn’t want to spill his come inside of you, but because it would help make him less sensitive overall.

You kept your hand at his jaw and your eyes on his. His hair fell a bit into his face and you could tell Harry was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

When he’d gotten himself in as far as he could get he let out a shaky breath. He looked down where you were connected and noted how he still had a few more inches to go but he was met with some resistance at this point, “I don’t seem to be in all the way. Is this comfortable for you? This is kind of like as far as you can take me?” He looked up to your eyes and you leaned yourself up a bit so you could look and shook your head with a smile.

“You’re a bit longer than average, Harry, so you’re gonna have to work me open a little bit more before I can take you all the way. Shouldn’t take too long. Just start moving in and out a little, whatever pace feels good for you. Once you do that I’ll be able to accommodate you a little more and you’ll be able to be fully inside of me. It might just take a minute.”

It made sense. Harry realized your insides were quite malleable and if your body could adjust to pushing a baby from this canal, you could certainly adjust to taking his cock whole with some time. So he nodded and got to work.

Your legs were spread, knees bent, with your feet flat on the mattress. Harry began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. He kept a careful watch on you to make sure you were okay. But his slow thrusts felt so good in his body. He grunted as he picked up the pace and felt his body heat up. His chest began to flush and you soon began to lift your hips upward toward him each time he drove into you.

“Fucking so deep inside of me, Harry. You’re doing so good. My pussy feels good…” You can feel him getting deep into it. His body has the natural inclination to rock in a steady pace. Both of your bodies moving together on your bed, Harry rolling his hips into you, pressing deep into your cunt and your hips bucking up toward him.

Harry suddenly dips down to press his lips onto yours, his hips still rocking in and out of you. When he wraps his lips around your mouth you moan and butterflies fill your tummy that’s being nudged into with his tip at each thrust. You love how sensual and attentive he is to you. You’ve never had a man give you so much attention before and during sex. Harry had exceeded your expectations fully.

Harry loved it when you spoke dirty things to him. He wasn’t sure he could really return the dirty sentiments but he wanted to keep communicating with you so he could find out what to do and what you wanted.

With his thrusts becoming deeper, he could tell you were opening up a bit more for him, just like you said, “Feels like I’m deeper now. Is that good?” He had trouble keeping his words steady with the movement of his hips and how delicious you felt around him.

You smiled at him and brought your hands down to his ass so you could pull him closer. You spread your legs further and nodded, “Mmm… Harry you feel so… oh my god. Yes…” and that was really as much as you could convey as he dipped deeper in yet. Your wet pussy was slippery and his cock fit snugly inside but the way he pushed into all your parts and how your walls were being moved aside for his length felt more than good.

You whimpered when he began smacking into you, now completely filling you to the hilt.

“Uhh, uhh… ohh… like that…” you nodded as encouragement for him to keep up the cadence he was at. Your toes were already beginning to curl and your head felt in the clouds at his long cock reaching so far into you.

Harry was feeling how you wet you were and he could see that he was finally able to plunge himself into you completely, “I’m all way inside, like this.” He sharply snapped his hips into you when he said like this and you both grunted at the feel, mouths hung open.

“Yes you are. So big. Making me so full.” Your words were breathy and Harry’s thrusts were getting sharper. He was going quite hard actually, but fuck it felt good, even the slight sting from how far he reached into you felt yummy. You wanted his cock like this all the time.

“S’it too big? S’that feel good.” Harry’s shaky words were strained. He knew you felt good, the confirmation was in how wet you were and the sounds coming from your mouth each time he impaled you, the way you moaned or grunted, the slick sounds from your bodies.

“Mmm… almost too big, but it fits just right and feels so fucking good like this…” you whimpered your words. You didn’t feel like you were being fucked by an inexperienced man. Not at all.

And Harry was pleased by your words and how you enjoyed it. He also remembered how the clit was integral to sex for women, so he slowed his hips and leaned back a little to position himself so he could put his fingers on your clitoris.

With his knees bent and thighs spread a little, he pulled you up toward him further and rocked into you sitting up while you were still on your back. He licked his thumb and then pressed it over you and stroked your clit as he watched your face, “Like this? Feels good?” He needed constant confirmation, but you weren’t upset about it.

You nodded and watched him in amazement. Your face was flushed, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly in lust. He did everything just as he was meant to. There was no question to you about how good he was in bed. He was a natural, completely open and attentive. You weren’t going to let this be the only time he fucked you. You wanted to see what else he could do.

Your bed began to creak under the force of Harry’s thrusts and you choked out your moans each time he dipped into you. Harry’s own moans were getting louder. He couldn’t decide where to look. Your beautiful face, your bouncing tits, or your pussy that was spreading open for him each time he pushed in.

He fucked into you in a way that was only possible due to his strong physique. You’d had sex with big and broad men before but some of them never worked out and they’d grow tired too fast. But Harry was in excellent physical shape, and he didn’t seem tired at all. He was working his hips into you with such indulgence and steady pace that you knew would have you coming. Not to mention that he took initiative to include your clitoris in the action.

You couldn’t speak any more, and Harry wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences because his mind was becoming fuzzy as he felt his orgasm bubble through his guts slowly. He didn’t think he needed anymore confirmation from you anyway. He could tell you felt good. The room was silent, barring the wet slapping and patting noises from your bodies, along with the squeak of your bed that moved in rhythm with Harry’s deep thrusts.

You breathed out a long moan when your orgasm began to roll over your center and spread over your thighs and up to your belly. Harry felt you begin to shake lightly, your thighs convulsing slightly. He felt your cunt squeeze around his condom covered dick and he closed his eyes to hold back his orgasm. He knew you were about to come and this would do him in so he needed to focus to give you an orgasm first.

Harry rolled into you harder and continued petting over your clit with the pads of his fingers, applying the perfect pressure for you. You were so wet, dripping down over your ass, soaking the sparse dark hairs that were scattered around the base of Harry’s cock. You held onto your comforter, your fists balling up the soft fabric as you were getting pounded into by this supposed virgin. You half wondered if that was his schtick. To get girls in bed with him. But that thought was wiped away when you began to come and you opened your mouth wide as you moaned into your room.

“Fuck… ff… Hharry! Right the… ohhhhh…” Harry groaned at how harshly your walls pulsed around him. He tried, he really did but he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back. As you were coming around him he released into his condom with a breathy call of your name, throwing his head back and stilling his hips so he was plunged into you as far as his balls would allow.

Moments went by. Your orgasm was incredible. Harry gave your wet clit just enough attention and his cock was magic inside of you – just filling you up and pressing into anything and everything inside of you that mattered.

Harry was in a state of complete high ecstasy. He’d had plenty of orgasms in his life. But having an orgasm inside of a beautiful woman who was also having an orgasm around him was like he’d leveled up in life. How had he allowed himself to go so long? His work was the most important thing to him and he loved it, that would never change, but now that he’d had sex, he knew this would be something he wouldn’t want to deny himself any more.

You opened your eyes and Harry leaned down over you to drop his mouth to yours. He pressed soft kisses to your mouth and you opened your mouth and kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his low back, crossing at the ankles to hold him close. Harry rocked into you one last time, still seated firmly inside of you and you moaned.

He lifted his head and smiled lazily at you, “Was it good? It seemed like you had an orgasm, unless you were faking to make me feel good…” he narrowed his eyes at you.

You giggled and smoothed your hands up his back, “I didn’t fake a single thing. Harry, that was really good. I almost don’t believe you’re a virgin. That was too good.” You bite your lip as you look at the handsome man hovering over you.

Harry’s laugh was so sweet and it gave you goosebumps just hearing it, “Well, I’m not a virgin. Not now anyway.” His cheeky grin grew wide and his adorable dimples made their appearance, “I swear I was a virgin before today.”

You laughed and nodded, “Okay then. Well, you are better in bed than maybe anyone I’ve ever slept with. That was fucking really good. You are very good.”

Harry stared down at your face and looked over your features. He didn’t know what to do in this moment but he was feeling quite confident and very happy, and quite hungry as well, “Can I have some more pizza?” he blurted out.

You laughed and nodded, “Of course. There’s tons leftover. Feeling the munchies?” You were feeling a bit hungry too.

Harry nodded, “Guess so. That explains it,” he smiled as he sat back, your legs falling from him. Harry kept his hands at your thighs and then looked up at you with a sudden thought, “Unless you need me to go. I don’t need to stay if you would like me to leave. I’m sorry…” his confidence suddenly faded at the idea that he was overstaying his welcome.

You sat up and smiled softly, once again, gently caressing over his jaw, “Please stay. In fact, it would be nice if you could stay the whole night. If you want. I’m not ready for you to leave yet. And maybe we can do it all over again in the morning? Or in the middle of the night even? Try different positions, find out what you like.”

Harry could cry. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He hoped that you’d want him to stay the night so he could know what it felt like to hold you and wake up next to you and experience the fabled morning sex that he’d heard was so good (though he couldn’t imagine that morning sex would be any better than the evening sex he’d just experienced). Now that he’d had sex, he wanted to have it more often. Not at that very moment of course, his natural refractory period already taking place. He nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You felt a touch giddy at the fact that Harry wanted to stay the night and that you’d have another go with him. You were excited to get to know him and you felt that this could be a good friendship, if not more. You wouldn’t get ahead of yourself but you knew deep down that you’d be begging for him to fuck you often, and could probably even wind up falling for him. You could easily fall for him.

But right now, it was time to eat pizza.

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After hours|J.PEÑA

Javier Peña x reader

Summary: Going to Colombia with your friends sounds exciting right? Only if the whole reason you were here, wasn’t to be their translator. One night they drag you to a bar, you’re downing shots by yourself when a certain brown eyed man approached you. When you started flirting with him, you didn’t think you’d be back against a stall door, moaning his name. 2k ish

WARNINGS:SMUT!!! Unprotected p in v (wrap it up yall) degradation for like two seconds, my terrible spainish, dirty talking, public p in v (bathroom) alcohol, head f receiving, fingering f receiving

“he reaches down hikes up your dress, and pulls your panties to the side as he gets on his knees. You can feel him breathing against the bare exposed skin “fuck all this for me? So fuckin wet” ”

Walking in the crowded streets of Medellín, you and your friend group search for a night club with decent music bumping out of it. After about five minutes of walking around, your friends finally find a club they like. Entering the loud, packed and sweaty night club you head straight to the bar as your friends run quickly off to the dance floor, dancing to songs they didnt know, nor understand.

You were the most understanding of spainish out of the group and that was honestly a insult the whole language. Sitting at the bar in a stool closest to the wall, slightly muffling the loud, upbeat, club toons. You order a round of tequila shots for yourself, lighting a cigarette, sticking it between your lips, and inhaling.

Looking down at your bare legs adjusting your tight, sparkly, black, slip dress. Puffing away at your cigarette, creating a cloud around your body, as your shots arrive.

You thank the bartender, reaching into your purse and paying him. Putting your cigarette in the ash tray, downing your shot then sucking on a lime slice.

By your fourth and final one, youre on your third cigarette, the music sounds better and you’re seriously considering finding a attractive stranger, just to grind on them.

Looking down the bar, at the girls with their pretty dresses, paired with fruity drinks. The men with their collared shirts and dark liquor, one about four stools down from you, catches your gaze. He gets up and starts walking over towards you, he stands next you leaning on the bar.

“Qué estás bebiendo, cariño?”(What are you drinking, baby?) He leans towards you, taking the cigarette from your lips, stealing a puff and smirking.

You finally check him out. Black shoes, tight blue jeans, a tan button down with three buttons undone revealing his chest, sweat clinging to scattered hair.

His face is terribly handsome, his hair sticking to his tanned forehead, a thick moustache covering his top lip, the smirk that makes you wanna squeeze your tighs tightly together. Youre blaming the alcohol for the blush on your cheeks right now.

“Tequila, y tú?”(and you?) You wince at your terrible spainish accent praying it wont turn him away, he now takes a seat in the stool next to yours, angling his knees towards yours.

“Whiskey.” He takes a gulp, his ice clanking in his glass, as he lifts it to his lips. Laying the empty glass onto the bar counter, he looks at you. “Whats your name, baby?” Your face fulls with relief.

Thank god. No more shitty spainish has to be embarrassingly said to this poor man, it was bad enough that calling it “rusty” would be a insult, you’re pretty sure that the only reason your friends brought you on this trip was for your knowledge, even with the lack of said knowledge. They were too busy focusing on all the clubs they were gonna hit.

You tell him your name then ask him, “was it my accent that gave it away?” You cover your face with your hands, he pulls them away holding them in his “Or its your tolerance for that tequila you’ve been downing.” He laughs, you watch the way his dark brown eyes soften, practically disappearing when he laughs.

“Mines Javier.” He sounded proud of his name, it was meaningful to him. His eyes drop to your knees, slowing panning up your thighs, he drops his hand to the bottom of your thigh, you gasp.

His large tanned hand travels up your thigh slowly, occasionally looking up to your face to see it screw up the further up he gets. He stops at the top, moving up the hem of your dress, then dragging his hand to your inner thigh right on your tattoo. Rubbing slow circles then adding a squeeze, he smirks at you.

That tipped you over the edge, you squeeze your thighs together, begging for some attention to the aching in your panties.

He grazed the wet spot on your panties causing you to rut into his hand, then he removed his hand completely. “Fuck. Your spainish is better than your ability to hide how much you want me right now, cariño.” You almost whimper at his words before you can respond, he’s already calling the bartender over to order more tequila shots. Fuck you didnt need them. He was intoxicating enough.

The bartender lays four shots of tequila paired with a bowl of sliced lime, Javier pays him and pulls them closer. He slides two over to you, two for himself “No lime this time, cant be a bitch bout it.” He says squeezing your leg, you gasp sarcastically.

He raises his shot glass, you follow his lead lifting yours up and clinking it with his. You both bringing them to tap the bar before downing it, you cough and shake your head looking over at javier hes laughing at you with a much more calm reaction to the burning liquor.

Before you can address your struggle, hes already reaching reaching for the second one. “Vamos, hermosa!”(come on, beautiful)You pick up the glass, before you cheers with him your favourite song starts playing.

You down your shot “OHHHH SHITTTTTT.” You grab javiers hand, hop off your stool and start pulling him off his stool. He downs his shot, slamming the glass on the wooden bar, letting you pull him towards the dance floor. “What are you doing.”

He questions as you use your whole body weight, to pull him towards you “you gotta dance with me, i wont dissapoint you!”

He pulls you close to him by your waist. Feeling the music, you turn around facing away from Javier, you start to sway your hips to the music.

He holds your hips pushing your ass flush against his crouch, you move your hips more, still on beat. You swear you here a groan fall out of him followed by a quiet “Mierda.”(shit)

You wrap your arms around his neck pushing your back right against His chest. You can feel the tightness in his jeans on your ass, you can feel his throbbing and rutting when you sway your hips a certain way for god sake.

He takes a long sigh then spins you around, takes your face into his hold, and kisses you. A kiss of desperation, hes been holding it in all night, his mouth taste of cigarettes and whiskey. His tounge passes through your lips and teasing your own. He pulls away “fuck you for making me want you so bad hermosa.”

He grabs your wrist before you can reply pulling a gasp out of you, he pulls you like you once pulled him onto the dance floor towards the bathrooms. Your face heats up knowing exactly whats bout to happen,

He pushes the door open, scanning for anyone else, you lucked out there was no one.

He finds the cleanest stall pulling you in and against the door, it shakes as he presses up against you, grinding himself, while kissing you. “Are you clean?”

You nod “and on the pill.” That pulls a grin out of him, he reaches down hikes up your dress, and pulls your panties to the side as he gets on his knees. You can feel him breathing against the bare exposed skin “fuck all this for me? So fuckin wet”

he licks his lips then spits on your mound, attaching his lips this pulls a whimper out of you. His tounge draws experienced circles on your clit, dropping down to lick slit to clit every so often.

When your back starts arching, on the stall door Javier mutters something against you, feeling the vibrations of his words, but not hearing them.

He looks up at you with his sweet brown eyes, your face is screwed up with pleasure.

Keeping the eye contact, he lifts your leg placing it on his shoulder then, plunges two of his thick tanned digits into you, first gathering some slick, mouth still attached. This pushes you over the edge, as he pumps the length in out of you, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot with ease.

You throw your head back letting out a moan “fuck javi.” You feel him smile on you, he quickens his pace, his fingers filling you up, mouth leaving no drop go to waste. You feel your orgasm approaching, squeezing Javier’s fingers like your life depends on it, he pulls them out and stands up.

“Fuck, you’re delicious baby.” He kisses your neck and unbuckles his jeans, releasing his throbbing need. You almost gasp at its appearance, its fucking beautiful, the perfect length and girth.

The veins popping out, the clean patch of hair above his base, you stare at it almost drooling.

He lets off your neck with a pop, you already know he marked you up. He spits on his hand and starts pumping himself, he pulls the tiny straps on your dress down.

Rubbing your shoulders then pulling the front down and his mouth opens. “Oh cariño, such pretty tits.” He takes a handful then attaches his mouth, sucking dark spots all over. A whimper slips out, forcing a groan out of him “Please javi, i need you.” You pull his face up, thats all that he needed to hear.

He grabs one of your legs placing it above his hip, rubbing the leaking tip on your wet folds. He looks up at you, placing a hand behind your head as he pushes the tip in.

You gasp as you feel just the tip entering, he pauses then pushes his full length in you the head hitting your cervix, making your knees buckle.

He moves his hand down to your hip keeping you up, “If you’re gonna dress like a slut, you’ll get fucked like one.” He smiles slamming back into you.

Your mind is blank. The sounds of groans, grunts, whimpers and moans is all the words being spoken other than javiers occasional dirty mumblings.

“Fuck, youre so fucking tight”

“This pussy was made for me”

You throw your head back, feeling your second orgasm approaching, all you can focus on is the sound of skin slapping together, and the wetness of the two of you connecting.

Javier knows it before you can collect your thoughts enough to tell him “Youre choking my dick up baby, is this sweet, little pussy coming for me? So fucking easy, baby. She needed me.” That threw you over the edge.

You flutter all around him, squeezing him so tight he can barely move. He fucks you through your orgasm, shortly after he cums inside of you, filling you up.

He pulls out, keeping your leg on his hip watching him leak out of you. You can feel yourself pulsing around nothing, already missing him filling you up.

“So fucking pretty.” He kisses your cheek, tucks himself away, adjusts your dress, finishing with a smirk.

You smile back at him fucked dumb. “Thank you for that-“, he opens the stall door walking you out of the bathroom and out of the club. A arm tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping your legs from buckling from under you.

“That was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had.” He smiles “Doesnt feel like you get much of it baby.” He slaps your ass, you nudge him and laugh

“Need a ride?” You nod, your friends haven’t noticed you were gone by now you’ll be fine ditching them. He walks you to his car, your eyes go wide. “Youre a fed? Only feds have this nice of a car here. Did i just fuck a fed.” You say, giggling.

He opens the car door for you, you jump in. He walks over to the driver side, putting the key in and starting the car. “This “fed” just gave you the best fuck of your life time, dont be bitching.”

He was right. He pulls up in front of your hotel, you’re almost sad you have to say goodbye. He takes a pen from his cup holder, clears his throat then, messily writes a number on your arm “Call me. Early morning, sorry cariño.” You smile, lean over, give him a kiss goodnight and hop out.

You may have leaked all over the seat the whole ride there, at least he wont forget you?

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AN! JAVI FIC???? for once not joel. I started this yesterday morning since i feel theres a lack of javi fics? Excuse there spainish i barely speak it myself, i provided translations! Please if you speak spainish message me so i can fix it.

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tattoo? | modern!thomas shelby

a/n: i’m sorry, i hav no idea how to write segsual tensions 😩

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“i don’t recall seeing you in the school with john?” thomas chuckled as he propped himself up on his elbows, revealing his upper body underneath the covers.

“do you?”

well…all it took was a simple call from your friend, john, asking you to check on his hangover brother. it all took a couple minutes to drive to the shelbys home and to walk up to his room.

some painkillers, a glass of water, and a toast were offered and accepted because you knew he would appreciate them after a long night. and it all took a smoke-filled brain and his ruffled sheets for you to spend a ‘couple of minutes’ to heal his hangover.

it was a platonic relationship between you two. well- you thought. being in school with john you were honored with the opportunity to see his brothers in the picture frames whenever you visit the his home. honored or not, you never really met the man and the moment. until now…

right. so where were we?

“so you were the ‘hot brother’ everyone was gushing about when you pick john up in your car?” you shook your head and wiped the fake tears. “to be frank, weren’t you a senior…or in college when john and i was in grade-school together?” you chuckled as you leaned on his drawer, crossing your arms together.

his room was fairly old yet new. the shelbys’s got a reputation for it. an empty king size bed, only occupied by the king of this room. thomas shelby was someone in your- let’s say- outer circle. so many chances to acquaintance, but never did.

he was always fond of smoking, cigarettes or typically anything you could think of. but mostly cigarettes. just by being in his room alone could get you high as hell. his glowing blue eyes stared into your face but you felt it in your soul.

“you don’t gotta make me feel old, darlin’”

“right. just keep in mind that you roamed the word 15 years before me; let that sink in”

“it’s called experience, love. so tell me, what do i do to have the pleasure of a young and lovely woman to take care of me?” thomas grinned as he leaned his head on the headboard.

“it’s only for the sake that john is a good friend of mine”

“so i only deserve the title of your ‘friend’s hot brother?’,” he puffed a drag from his poor little cigarette.

“might want to remove the ‘hot’ part,” you sighed sarcastically. “anything else you might need, mr. shelby?”

“would it be so foul for me to ask for a kiss? perhaps on the lips if you feel so brave?” his infamous smile of straight teeth peaked out of his lips. gosh, you never forget that picture on the wall downstairs. he was young but not naive, being particularly cheeky in that picture.

clearing you throat, “anything tangible object do you want?”

“a kiss is tangible”

“i won’t be known as the bitch who kiss her friend’s brother, shelby”

“why not? it makes a good thanksgiving dinner conversation,” he grinned as he took a puff.

sighing, you made your way to his bed. then brushing your fingers against his, you grabbed the cigarette out of his grasp and put it in its grave of ash tray. crouching down next to his bed, you pulled his covers up to his waist, “you’re drunk, shelby.”

“and you’re not”

“was it a whiskey or a vodka or…a rum, hm? a bachelor’s party of yours or someone else?” he had to stop looking at you with those blue eyes or you’ll crumble under him sooner or later. and you were trying your hardest to ignore the sensation of his salt nd’ pepper hair brushing on your arms.

“trust me, i don’t plan on tying the knot with her anytime soon, and what’s the rush? have a boy waiting at home for you?” his head was tilted and you were quite sure that his intentions were the same.

you shook your head. “i don’t have one. and i don’t plan on finding one soon,” an unexpected sigh left your mouth.

“how do i know that a woman so lovely as you are not lying to an old man?” shelby inched his face closer to yours.

“how can i? i have nothing to show-”

“your phone, darling”

-

that was how you found yourself sitting on the edge of his bed. eyeing him while he tried his best to dig up your phone. his fingers maneuvered around the apps, through your chats, instagram, and photo albums. which he successfully viewed all your embarrassing pictures, but you’d say it was a success that you proved him wrong.

“soo…? congratulations, you’ve found nothing,” smiling as you welcomed your phone back to your loving arms.

“what a shame,” he grinned and perked at you. “no dms were replied, are you more of a love letter girl?”

“well…isn’t that most of them are just trying to fuck and go?” you rolled your eyes and grinned sarcastically at him.

he took his time staring at your eyes, down to your lips. if only you’d knew how to read mind, you would be disgusted by this thoughts.

clearing your throat, you quipped, “it’s only fair if i’d get to look at your phone as well.”

“why not?” he grinned as he handed you his phone.

gaining the access to his phone, you wasted no time to scroll through it. god knows what this phone has been through. the little cracks made it look ancient, but story-wise, it’s a treasure. the pictures of him wrapping an arm around a lady, made a pang on your chest. her smile flashed across your eyes, and your heart. why were you so dramatic? everything was fine, you were only here because of john.

you are not the other woman.

but- he was in a relationship. you’ve known this- right? it felt so disgusting yet so attractive at the same time. how could you be such a bitch to be sitting on his bed? the one he used to make love with another woman? disgusting. you fucking hate cheaters, don’t you? you fucking hate him-but, gosh, how could you hate those soft, dreamy, and sweet set of blue eyes?

“y/n?”

“oh- yes?”

“so…found something interesting?” he grinned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back. fuck- those calloused hands sent a shiver down your spine. scrolling through his photos, you tapped on a picture of…a tattoo?

“i didn’t know you have a tattoo?” you perked at him, looking at his lips- i mean- his eyes.

“yes. would you like to see it?”

“if you’d want to-”

“anything for you, darling,” he chuckled as he unbuttoned his white collared shirt- well, most of them were undone during the party, you’d assume. throwing them on his bed, a stripe of calvin klein peeked from the black slacks he wore last night. grinning at your face, he turned his back to you.

you followed down his shoulder and down his to his upper back. his soft and reddish flesh laid in front of you like a five-course meal. those freckles adorned his skin like the stars in the night sky. you could almost feel the tender bulge of his shoulder blade. soft, but sharp enough to cut your tingling fingers.

pushing the thing in your throat down, you’ve managed to quipped out. “wow- i mean- stupid question, but…did it hurt?”

“it did hurt, but it’s bearable,” he smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair. you’d bet they are soft yet rough enough when they course your skin. “you have any tattoos?”

“no- no i don’t,” you cleared your throat and letting out a chuckle, “you’ve got a thing for tattoos?”

“i could find them very attractive in certain spots,” he leaned his body back, resting the weight on his wrists. thomas couldn’t help his eyes from traveling down your back. “you?”

“i mean- tattoos were never my thing, but i’ve seen some that are fine as hell”

“which are?” his head twisted to face you and you could see his hair flopping in the same direction. right- tattoos.

without a doubt, you unlocked your phone and searched your trusty-google for a hip bone tattoo. thomas leaned over your shoulders to feed his curiosity. with each picture popping up, thomas felt as if each of his quench for thirst was satisfied.

“i definitely know a better place for you, love,” he blurted out. “if only you’re interested, of course.”

.

“which is?”

you expected him to open his mouth and relive you from your curiosity, but instead his finger traced down from your neck to your spine, and stopping at a very dangerously low area. he gave you a slight tap, which sent goosebumps down your arms, and smirked. his face inched closer to yours and to your ear, “your lower back, darlin’.”

.

“what-?” you coughed on air, “i- no, i don’t like wearing low-rise jeans or open-back shirts”

“who says you need to show it off for the public eye?”

“i-” your lips were met with his finger, stopping any more excuses from flying out.

“no more excuses. i know you’ll look sweeter with a tattoo on your lower back”

“but-”

“no buts. let me show you”

“how-?”

“lay on your stomach for me, love”

“i’m sorry?” you felt as if the air bubble was coming up your throat again. fuck- could your stomach stop twisting for a minute. thomas fucking shelby is asking you to lay down on his bed.

“i…said, lay down on your stomach for me, love”

“no-”

“please, i insist”

with all the strength you could mustered, you pushed yourself up from the edge of his bed and crawled on top of it. with each sink of the duvet under your hand, your stomach felt as if it is sinking a thousand times deeper. ignoring his burning gaze on your body, you lowered yourself on his soft bed.

the silky smooth fabric greeted your skin, but for some reason you felt a burning sensation under your skin. how could you be so disgusting and disrespectful to his lover? resting your head on your arms, you wiped the tears escaping your eyes. fuck- stop crying.

“can i give you a lovebite, darlin’?” you nodded without hesitation, even though you knew. you knew, it could have been just a ‘lust’ bite.

his calloused finger traced its way down your spine to your lower back. hooking his finger to your bottom, he revealed the “not-so” revealing area of yours. without a warning, his teeth sunk onto your soft flesh, gaining a jolt from you. his soft yet coarse lips met your flesh, creating a suction just enough to create a popping sound when he lift his head off your soft back.

an airy gasp escaped from your lungs to your mouth. biting your lips but you couldn’t hold them in. you heard a chuckle sounded from behind your back. his messy duvet you’ve been clenching on was a little less messy when you released it from your grasps. and you couldn’t help to realize you’ve been arching your back under him- fuck.

gasping for air, you heard a camera click and thomas sliding down on his bed next to you. kissing your tears away, he slid the phone towards you.

a picture that you could only imagine was your lower back flesh, puffy and reddened, labeled with a bite mark. tiny sips of blood could be seen through the thin layers, just nothing major

“so…fancy a lower back tattoo?”

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Little Lady

Rusty Nail x fem!reader

Haven’t wrote this guy before but I wanna try it :3. It’s based off this.

Contains: I’m going to have Rusty and the reader about the same age (Rusty: 26, reader: 23). In this au, he’s just starting to kill.

Tw: light stocking, mention of murder, blood

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Part 1

When he saw you, he knew he had to have you. He knew that you were meant for him, but he wasn’t a fool. You’re smart, a perfect college girl, while he’s just a low-end truck driver. You don’t want to be anywhere near a drifter, a man that leaves for a few days, leaving you all alone. You wore a cute dress with flowers on it while he wore greased clothes and bloody boots. But when he saw your smile and heard your laughter, something inside his heart skipped.

He drove his truck along the sidewalk and came close to you, but you didn’t seem to mind. You gave him a smile when he called out, “Hey, little lady! Could you direct me to a station?”

“Yeah,” you answer, pointing down the street from your college. “Keep heading down that way and you’ll be close to the interstate. There’s a Love’s there.”

He looked at the road then back at you. He took in the sweet scent of lemon and vanilla, and he felt like he was home. There was something so bright and beautiful about you… he just didn’t know what it was.

“Thank ya kindly, miss.” He rolled up his window and started his way down the road, but his eyes drifts to his side mirrors. He wants to remember you.

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A week past before he drives by the college again, and he sees you walking back from class. He couldn’t believe you were there. It’s like you were waiting for him… but he wasn’t going to fool himself. He just couldn’t.

Still, Rusty pulls up close to the side and rolled down his window. He admired your soft lavender dress with birds on it. He doesn’t expect you to remember him, but it doesn’t hurt to try. “Hey, little lady!” He calls out, making you jolt.

When you looked up, your eyes lit up and friendly smile formed. “Hey, again!”

“Hate to bother you but,” Rusty looks at the road as he drives slowly next to you, “but do you know a good coffee place?”

You smile and point down the road again. He sees your little charm bracelet shining in the sunlight. “Yeah! Just before you hit the interstate, pass the Love’s, there’s a coffee shop with a green roof.”

“Not Starbucks, right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s called Luda’s Place!” you look back at him. “Great lemon bread!”

He nods and looks up at the road then back at you. “Okay… thank you, miss!”

“Have a good one!” You called, waving. You watched has his rid jolted with more speed, and you had a smile on your face. You hold your books closer to your chest and smiled. It was nice seeing him again.

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The next week that followed, he saw you again, but a storm was coming from the north. He knew he had to haul fast to beat it, but he couldn’t help but pull up next to you once more. His eyes wondered over you light pink dress with roses sowed neatly. Your hair was put up in a braided bun, and your smile was just as bright as it was before when you saw his truck.

He slowed and pulled next to you. “Hey, little lady,” he says from his truck.

You look up then forward again. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

Rusty shrugs. “I do agree with you on that.” He puts out his cigarette in the ash tray. “Looks like rain.”

“Heard it’s a bad one,” you answer as you walked. “You’re not driving in that, are you?”

He shrugs as he looks in his mirror to see the dark clouds behind the truck. “Have to haul metal parts, darlin’.”

“But do you really?” You asked, lifting your brow. “I saw the radar, and it’s mostly red and purple.”

He scratched his chin in thought. “I guess you’re right.” He looks down. “You know a good place to sleep?”

“Yeah,” you pointed ahead. “Two streets up, turn left. Follow that road and it’ll take you to a motel.”

He tips his hat, but he thinks. “Do you need a lift?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, I’m good, thank you!” You flash a smile. “Hope you drive safe!”

He rolls his window up before starting down the road again. This time, when you wave goodbye, he looks almost sad. Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be walking alone before a storm, but he didn’t want to push his luck farther in fear of freaking you out.

Besides, the whimper from the back of the van caught his attention. His eyes flicker in the mirror to see the man tied and gaged next to his whore of a wife. He smirks then hammers down. He couldn’t wait to play his game with them.

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It goes on like this for 2 months.

Every week, he passes by you, rolling his window down to call for you. You couldn’t help but smile at wave as he slows his semi down. Even if he has someone tied in the cab or a dead body to hide, he always made sure you never saw the blood on his hands or in the scruff of his chin. He learned that you were a fashion design major, so you wear the dresses you made. Not that he minds, of course. He also learned that your graduating soon, and it made him smile.

“Where you thinking’ of going?”

“Somewhere far from here,” you answered, looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes. “I always wanted to travel.”

He hums as he drives slowly next to you. “I’ve been everywhere, and I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful as you.”

You blush as you hide your face behind your sketch book. “Bet you say that to every girl.”

He shakes his head as he blew cigarette smoke away. “Nah, just you, little rabbit.” His eyes glanced behind him at the woman, who was tied and gaged, in the cab. She had tears fall from her eyes as the blood dried from her lips. “I best be on my way then.”

You look up at him then at the road. “Be here next week?”

“As always,” he promises. “You just be safe.”

“You, too!”

As he drives off, he makes a plan for himself. He knows what he has to do to get you to come with him.

#rusty nail #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #joyride 2001 #joyride 2008 #joyride 2013 #slasher #slasher fic #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #rusty nail fanfic #joyride fanfiction

[bookshelf-dust]

who’s pretty?

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,527

warnings: swearing, kissing, smoking (DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT), slight seasonal depression, innuendos/suggestive tone towards the end, allusions to nudity, fluff

a/n: hi!! i’ve been super excited to work on some christmas related fics, so here we are. i think it turned out super sweet and i think i might even like it! i really hope you guys like it too!! thanks for putting up with my shit. <333

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Eddie spit out the plastic wrapper stuck between his teeth, setting the christmas tree cake in his mouth while he readjusted, tossing the film beside him on the porch and holding on to his cigarette more firmly.

Situated, the boy took an aggressive bite of the cake, red and green sprinkles crunching as he chewed. He swallowed, and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He looked down, assessing the white icing covering his fingertips.

Eddie scarfed down the rest of his cake, licking the residue from his skin. Little Debbie wasn’t doing anything to soothe the ache in his chest. Neither was his cigarette.

Eddie watched the neighbors across the dirt road—it could hardly be called a street—wrap lights around their porch beams. Once up, they plugged them in, warm white lights illuminating the dingy gray of their trailer.

He tapped the ash off into the tray next to his thigh and scoffed a little. He always preferred the multi-colored lights to those.

He perked up, though, as the cat belonging to those very same neighbors leapt from the cat door and out into the sand, presumably in search of a mole or a cricket to snack on.

Eddie scratched his nails against the porch, watching for the cat’s head to snap up and notice that attention was waiting for him across the way.

He bounded over to Eddie, a black streak in the cool and foggy blue of the afternoon, starting to rub over his shoes and calves. “Hey, buddy.”

Eddie scratched behind the cats ears, rubbed his belly when he flipped over. But his visit was cut short as something moved in the overgrown grass and the cat shot away, back to business.

Eddie sighed, pushing off of the worn in wood, moving back inside.

The holiday season used to be Eddie Munson’s favorite time of the year. His uncle Wayne usually got two weeks off of work, and he’d spend them with his nephew, watching cheesy Christmas movies and eating themselves out of house and home.

He never got much in terms of gifts, nothing big or grand. But every band t-shirt Wayne brought home from the thrift store made Eddie’s heart grow two sizes. Every couple guitar picks or album that had a poster in the sleeve that Wayne would watch Eddie giddily tack up in his room.

As for Wayne, Eddie found that mugs were a very good gift, and could mean a lot. They did mean a lot.

Wayne didn’t love anything more than a nine-year-old, doe eyed Eddie running up to him with the present he’d hid in his room all December. He felt the same way when Eddie was twenty.

But it hadn’t been the same in recent years. It hurt, but Eddie knew that’s how it worked. Things changed, and the things you loved as a kid don’t feel the same as you get older. They aren’t the same.

Wayne didn’t get two weeks off for the holidays anymore. The plant wasn’t as abundantly employed as it used to be. He was lucky if he got Christmas Eve off and not just the day of. When Wayne was home, he was tired, and it wasn’t the occasion that it once was, full of hyper Eddie shenanigans.

But Eddie missed it. He missed going on walks to the rich neighborhoods to look at their elaborately set up light displays. He missed laying in bed at night, even long after he knew that Santa was actually Wayne and everything else was capitalist bullshit, trying to go to sleep so that his presents would be delivered.

Fuck, he missed being a kid.

He was lost in this mental turmoil spiral when the door slammed and Wayne returned from picking up dinner. Eddie hopped up, ready to help get plates out and make sure the restaurant hadn't forgotten anything.

"Hey, kiddo?" Wayne asked once they'd settled down to eat. Eddie looked up at his uncle from his place on the floor. With his legs crossed and hands bare of any jewelry, Wayne thought his nephew looked lightyears younger. Like his little boy. Eddie hummed in response.

"Merill's has a good bit of trees left. You wanna go pick one out in the next couple days?" Eddie's eyes lit up and he moved to sit on his knees, stuffing pizza crust in his mouth.

He finished swallowing, "Yeah, of course. You sure you won't be too tired or anything?"

Wayne watched as Eddie scanned for his next breadstick. He'd had that nervous habit since he was little: occupying himself while waiting for a response in fear that something would go wrong.

"No, bud. I'll be just fine."

And so they drove up to the farm and brought home one of the smallest and scraggliest trees--just like they always did. Wayne said those had the most character.

Later when it was getting dark outside and both parties were resting from getting the thing inside and in its stand, Eddie realized it was past time for Wayne to be at work, and he wondered if he'd possibly zoned out enough to entirely miss his uncle's goodbye.

He slipped down the hall, only to see Wayne sorting through various holiday lights. "Uh, Wayne?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Aren't you late for work?"

"No, bud. I've got time off. Suppose I should've mentioned that, huh?" Wayne hadn't forgotten to tell Eddie. How could one forget that they had time off from work? He'd simply wanted it to be a surprise.

Eddie might've been very good at concealing his feelings in general, but Wayne knew he was bummed that Christmas had changed for the both of them. Wayne looked up at Eddie, who was practically beaming.

"Really? How long?"

"Two and a half weeks."

"Shit." Eddie was grinning hard, cheeks pinked and knees bopping slightly. He was excited.

"Guess that means your happy?" Wayne handed the boy one end of the lights to plug in and check they still worked.

"Well, yeah, duh."

"What would you think about asking Y/N over? She could spend the night on Christmas Eve and then the day if she's up for it. Thought maybe you'd like that. I could cook or somethin'."

"I think she'd love that. And you don't have to cook. She'd gladly eat take out, I know."

That night, Wayne stepped out of the bathroom to see Eddie lying on the floor in front of the tree reading, but also staring up at the colored lights in awe. Wayne felt his eyes get glassy and blinking the oncoming tears away. His boy.

He walked over, crouching to plant a prickly kiss in Eddie's curls, only to ruffle them afterwards. "Night, Eds."

Eds. His uncle was the only person that had ever called him that before you. He didn't say it often, but it was one of his favorite things to hear. "Night, Wayne."

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"Hey, precious." Eddie swung the door open for you, simultaneously shoving a cookie in his mouth.

"Afternoon, Edward." Eddie wrinkled his nose at the use of his birthname, which you kissed in greeting.

"Want a cookie? They've got sprinkles."

"In a second. I've brought a gift for your pretty tree." You set your bag on the coffee table.

"Who's pretty?" Wayne asked, emerging from the back of the trailer.

"You Waynie," Eddie quipped, earning himself a playful smack on the back of the head.

"The tree is pretty, Wayne," you supplied. "I brought it presents. Sorta."

Eddie watched as you dug around, pulling free two ornaments, though he couldn't quite make out what they were.

"Here, Wayne, this one's yours." He held out his hand, and you set the object in his palm. His was a little Garfield ornament. The cat was wearing blue pajamas and was holding a little teeny coffee mug.

Wayne laughed appreciatively. "That's a good one, sweetie. Thank you. Will you find it a good spot on the tree for me?"

"Sure!" He squeezed your shoulder and watched as you put it front and center, towards the middle of the tree, that way Garfield could keep watch.

Wayne walked off into the kitchen, giving you space to give Eddie his prize.

Eddie waited patiently, though that was often a struggle for him. "Okay, I might've gotten you two. But I couldn't not get one of them." Eddie held out both hands, grinning expectantly. It was simple, really, the more you looked at it. A black sphere with purple lettering. One side said Master of Reality, the other Black Sabbath.

"Holy shit," Eddie said, turning the ball over in his hands. "Where'd you find this?"

"The record store in town had a whole bunch of old ornaments on sale, like they'd been cleaning out the back, and I thought you'd like it. Do you?"

Eddie smacked a dramatic kiss on your forehead. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? Of course I like it." He couldn't take his eyes off of it, mainly because it was so sweet of you to have gotten for him, but also because he thought it was funny that the store still had one considering how long the album had been out.

Eddie was lost in thought when you approached him with the next one. "When I went to get a book last week they had this little tree covered in book-related ornaments, and I saw this and I gasped so hard the lady behind me asked me if I was alright."

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back, and you took the opportunity to hang the ornament off of the tip of your finger to show him. He looked down, only to see a small painted ornament that looked like a book. It was The Hobbit.

"Baby." You were the one grinning like an idiot now. That one earned you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Isn��t it cool?” You asked, pointing out that the text was raised and everything, that the spine even had ridges.

“It’s so cool.” He spun around to walk the few feet into the kitchen. “Wayne, would you look at this?”

Eddie’s uncle did as requested, smiling at your gesture. “That is very cool, Eds. Looks better than the copy you’ve got.”

“It totally does!” The boy wasn’t even slightly offended.

Eddie marched over to the tree, nestling the ornament amongst the others, along with his Black Sabbath one.

He turned to you, taking your face in his hands.“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m gonna be so annoying about those now.”

“I know. I prepared myself on the way here.” The smile he gave you was brilliant, and there was no other way to describe it.

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The three of you spent a good portion of Christmas Eve making cookies: gingerbread, snickerdoodles, shitty sugar ones with sad icing jobs. Though, you did make sure to get most of it done early so there was time to chill.

You watched loads of movies. How the Grinch Stole Christmas had been on that morning, and Eddie extravagantly performed “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” for you, poking at your sides to get you to smile.

Eddie rented Die Hard for you, just because he knew you had the hots for Alan Rickman. He slipped it in the VHS slot, only for Wayne to say, “This the one with her pretty boy in it?”

Eddie practically cackled as you sunk into the couch more than he thought possible.

“He’s not a boy,” you argued. “He’s a total man, thank you very much.”

You watched Gremlins, and Eddie laid his head in your lap. You missed the way Wayne looked over at the two of you, in awe of how lucky he was that his boy had found someone so good. He thought about how happy he was to have this little family.

Wayne picked up food from Benny’s, not wanting to have to cook two nights in a row.

At the end of the night, Eddie finished off his first pile of rentals with Silent Night, Deadly Night. You didn’t mind, not with how excited he was about it. You loved a good slasher anyhow.

It was well past midnight when the film was over, and you cleaned up the popcorn mess while Eddie rinsed cans out for the recycling before the both of you slipped away to allow Wayne some rest before the big day.

Eddie had been in the bathroom while you went into his room to get changed. You slipped out of your pajama bottoms, opting for no pants at all considering Eddie was like a human furnace.

You heard the door click shut behind you as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your back bare to him. Eddie wolf-whistled.

You through the shirt at him, aiming for his face, only for him to catch it instead. “Usually it’s dinner and a show, not bedtime and a show, but I’ll take it, hot stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up, Munson.” Eddie giggled to himself as he stopped you from putting on your own shirt, reaching for one of his own. He pulled out his worn in Master of Reality t-shirt.

“Seems appropriate, don’t you think?” He slipped the fabric over your head. “Stick your arm through—there you go.” Once settled, he kissed you sweetly before giving you a light slap on the ass as you climbed into bed.

“C’mon now pretty boy, let’s see my bedtime show.”

Eddie shimmed out of his sweats for you, stepping out of them with a flourish. You giggled at his underwear, which had little Santa hats on them.

“Don’t laugh, they’re comfortable!” He took off his shirt and you made grabby hands at him.

You sat up on your knees to kiss his spider tattoo and then the demon, making sure to hit them all. You made him spin to get the newer one on the small of his back: very sexy bat wings.

Eddie crawled into bed with you, switching his lamp off. “Now, look, I know I’m insatiable, and you’d probably love to stay up all night kissing me, and sweet-talking me, but we gotta get to sleep if we want Santa to come.”

He tickled his fingers up your arm when you stared to laugh, burying your face in his chest.

“Eddie, my love, you haven’t got a chimney.”

He scoffed, fighting a laugh. “You doubt Santa’s abilities to get me my presents though I lack the typical vessel? He has his ways, baby. Damn.”

Eddie reached for your thigh, grabbing hold and swinging it over both of his before kneading at the squish of it. He patted it fondly before he kissed your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, you little shit,” you said. “I love you.”

Eddie snickered. “Goodnight, pain in my ass. I love you more.”

The holiday season had officially climbed right back up to being one of Eddie Munson’s favorite things. He thought, laying there beside you that night, that you and Wayne were the best people in the world.

It felt like all the shitty Christmases had been leading up to this fucking excellent one, and he was over the moon.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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[superluver]

hiiii hope ur having a good day there, if ur requests are open, can i request suguru (suguru after premature death) with non sorcerer reader, she thought he saved her but he just wanted to get a curse from her, but then he falls for her

basically geto falling for ‘monkey’ reader ^^^ and him having an(other) existential crisis,

hope this makes sense T.T and thank u!! <3

Geto. S. - Cursed

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

SORRY FOR THE WAIT ☹️☹️ If this wasn't what u were looking for (which i feel it isnt) message me again and i'll do it again, 🙏🙏

Cw: angst-ish to fluff, Mentions of murder, mental health, FEMreader, Mimiko and Nanako, a lot of monkey calling, domestic suguru

Wc: 1.6k

Description: You're cursed and Suguru wants it. Suguru having internal conflict

BEFORE YOU READ: this doesnt pertain to the story but i swearrrrr in the gojo x reader following a lot of spam has been posted please dont forget to report it

“If you’re trying to enter the building, you have to go through the back.”

Your voice is bland, tired, uninterested.. Suguru can go on and on about the monkey’s voice in front of him. He was still staring at you, though his line of vision was more like what was beside you, something that you couldn’t see. You were leaning onto a fence in an alleyway that connected your office building to the next one over, elbow and forearm holding your balance.

He stays unchanging, smiling while staring you down. It was seemingly innocent, with a hint of menacing. Suguru wanted to kill you, he thought about it really hard; The guy had been watching you for weeks now.

It was hard to not notice the curse attached to you, any sorcerer could feel its cursed energy from all of Japan. It was intense, and rightfully so.

This was a special grade, and he had to be the one to have it.

You never even glanced at him, a burning cigarette in between your lips. Hey, maybe you’d get murdered by some handsome weirdo.. that wouldn’t be so bad, right?

“Hey, if you’re going to kill me can you hurry up with it.”

Again, your voice is so tired.

This time, you finally turn your head to face him, and he finds his smile faltering. So similar to his when he was younger. Defeated, tired, and no one knew.

No one cared to find out further, and who could he even talk to? Shoko was out practicing her Reversal Cursed Technique, his juniors were still experiencing the world, and Satoru has become the strongest on his own.

So he was on his own, until he finally broke.

But, you were a monkey. What would you know about hard work. What would you know about sacrifice?

Afterall, you’re just a monkey.

Yet, he finds himself faltering. He just couldn’t kill you, and the curse beside you began pulsating. Not to mention the fact that you never questioned his monk attire.

“What,” he stutters, throat going dry. His voice is cracking, so he pauses , licking his lips before resuming. Was is always this hard to talk with a monkey? “What’s your name?” He asked you.

Your eyes inspected him, and he takes note that you haven't puffed the cigarette yet.

“You gonna smoke that?”

He doesn't know why, but the anger wells up inside of him once more. Maybe the two of you weren’t so similar after all. Smoking was something he did to cope, and now look at you, doing it for show.

“I don’t wanna smoke when someone’s talking to me, ‘s rude..” you slur, pulling out the half burned cig and pressing it down on the ash tray.

He feels his heart pang, and a mixture of emotions flood through him. How unusual, he’s never felt like this before, not even in his Highschool years.

“It’s (L/N), (Y/N). By the way.” You inform, the last but coming out weakly in whisper.

“Is that so?” He mumbles, watching you fumble into your jacket, pulling out a half empty box and flicking it open. You extend your arm out, holding the box open, and he feels his world become distorted.

Almost like a lullaby, feeling like a kid again. The world he sees is full of color, then dark, only in black and white, then nothing at all, and now he’a seeing you, the only thing with color in this monkey-ridden world. And now, back to all black and white, execpt you, now full of color.

He wonders if this has something to due with the curse on you. It’s hugging you hightly, like a snake. It’s thin, hugging your breasts, wrapped around your neck, ready to kill you, but he doesn’t want that.

Suguru blinks, time resuming as normal as he utters a thanks, taking it and using the lighter you hand out right after.

“I haven’t smoked since I was a teenager,” he confesses, and he doesn’t know why he felt the need to say that, to a monkey at that.

“Really? How’d you stop?” You ask, genuinely curious. You’d been trying to quit for years, but with the things life has been throwing at you, you think you’d end up smoking yourself to death.

Suguru glances around, thinking hard, “I decided to do what I wanted to do.” And it’s true, he decided to follow his heart and exterminate monkeys for a living. It brings him joy.

“And what’s that?” You ask him, fully intrigued with he’s talking about. He gulps, staring down at you, biting his tongue he furrows his eyebrows ag you. The damn curse, it’s doing this to him.

He grabs your wrist, staring at you darkly, and you think this is where he’ll kill you.

But he doesn't.

He covers your eyes with his large palm, and it’s unusually calloused, more than the average worker. He does it gently, despite his dark expression. Your line of sight is completely darkened, and suddenly, you feel weightless.

He didn’t kill you— he wouldn’t kill you.

“Ge— Suguru. Suguru, could you help me here?” You call him from the bedroom.

He’s 22 years old and has been living with you for two. Peering his head in, he watches you struggle in holding the matress cover down to pull it over on the other side.

“It won’t stay!” You groan, watching the other side pop out. He chuckles, walking to the opposite corner of the bed and pulling it down under it.

It feels oddly domestic when he’s with you.

When the four of you hang out, you holding the girls hands while he walks behind you three, it feels like he’s with his family.

Though sometimes he feels like he sees Satoru—

“Suguru?” You call him, your face close to his own. He catches himself holding his breath when you near, ‘monkey’ he finds his mind calling you.

His hands go to your cheeks, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips part, observing his solemn facial expression. His eyes seem so.. so lonely. “What’s wrong?”

His rough hands trail down your face now, loosely around your neck. Thumb stroking your throat, applying small pressure. “I could kill you right now.” He mumbles, and the voice in his head is shouting at him, manipulating him.

All monkeys.

That’s right. When did he stray so far off from his goal? When did he stop trying to fulfill his dream?

The perfect world he was going to create, just for sorcerers. A world where his best friend didn’t have to work like a dog, a work where they could just be people. A world where peace was the only way.

It was probably when he met you.

“But you won't. Well, I hope you won't!” You chuckle sheepishly. Your fingers taking his from your neck, holding them to your lips. “You saved me in ways that you could never even imagine.” You murmur, his half lidded eyes staring down at you, at that curse he still hasn't stolen.

He didn’t save you. He stole you. Suguru Geto is a selfish man, and no better than Gojo, he’ll do whatever he can to have something. That something is you.

The curse doesn't matter to him anymore, he just wants you. He wants to rid you of this curse that hangs on you.

He’s tried, but it seems to be feeding off of you. He would have to kill you to get it, but he can't, he won't, he refuses.

He finds the words slipping out of his mouth, he can't control himself anymore.

“I love you.”

You blink, eyes wide as you replay his words.

Those three words.

“Ah..”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he confesses, enveloping you in a hug. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to feel that he’s crying. The way his large back trembles in your hold. “It’s alright, don’t cry now.” You whisper, stroking his hair. “I love you very much.”

Your voice feels so quiet, and you don't think your words even reached him but when he squeezes you, pulling you even closer to him, trying to become one, you know he got it.

“Thank you, Suguru.” You thank gratefully, chin on his shoulder. “Thank you for giving me a family, thank you for giving me somewhere to belong.”

“Thank you.”

You don't even remember how the two of you ended up on the floor, holding each other while the bed stays unmade. A single pillow the both of you shared while snoozing on the ground.

Nanako and Mimiko peer into the room, heads poking in to see your laying figures. How scared they got when they grew near, thinking something happened to the two of you. But when they see your chests rise and fall, they rest easy.

Though, their gazes stayed more with your figure. Your curse was gone, no longer attached to you.

Nanako grabs her phone, a limited one only for phone calls and photos(given to her by Suguru) and snaps a couple photos of you, some serious, and some zoomed in on your faces.

Mimiko returns back, dragging a blanket from the couch and draping it over the two of you, giving you both a kiss on the cheek.

“C’mon, Nana.” Mimiko says, taking hold of her twin's hand and walking out the dimly lit room.

They should be the one’s thanking the two of you, for giving them parents that they never had.

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[yourstartreatment]

jealous girl

summary: you’re jealous

warnings: jealousy, mention of weed, mention insecurity about reader’s body, description of bodies, angst (?)

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the party you were attending wasn't all that boring, but you obviously didn't know everyone. you and alex were invited by miles, one of your closest friends, on an occasion before christmas.

what you thought was one of the, perhaps most enticing parties of your life, soon turned into a slow nightmare.

you knew when charm alex had, and of course it had hit you, too. alex could have all the girls at his feet, and you knew it.

you dispersed into the crowd, when he went to say hello to a couple of his friends and you stayed to have your drink in the corner of the living room, not that you minded, but you didn't particularly enjoy social interactions.

when you then went looking for him after about ten minutes, you saw him and saw him with a couple of girls around, and you felt an emptiness inside.

you couldn't help yourself.

you weren't exactly the jealous type, so much less of his exes — who were the sweetest people in the world actually — but that situation was stranger for you.

she was tall, blond, and really skinny, looking like his ideal girlfriend, and that probably made you feel worse.

you sighed, then downed your drink in one gulp and immediately the familiar feeling of heaviness hit you.

your eyes slid to him again, the two girls — the other had red, curly hair, and a body with killer curves — laughed and touched his body.

you felt bad, but really bad.

you made your way down the hallway, couldn't look at that scene anymore, climbed the stairs, and finally reached the door to miles’ studio, where you had spent so much time while he and alex were composing.

you closed the door behind you and let go a sigh. “fuck” you whispered, slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor and then ran a hand through your hair.

after a few minutes even the air in the room was getting stuffy, you got up, opened the window and pulled a cigarette out of your bag.

you quietly had permission to smoke in miles's study, because the three of you did it a better of times, and even smoked something more thought out, like weed.

you then tossed the cigarette into the ash tray and sat down on the soft couch. you didn't know what the situation was like downstairs, but you were almost afraid to see it, so you didn't move.

you didn't know how much time had passed, but at two o'clock dawn, you looked up at the clock and saw that it was already late.

you got up and closed the window, then left the room. you passed among drunk people and headed for the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

you stiffened when someone wrapped their arms around your waist, but then you recognized alex's strong scent.

“my dear,” he said to greet you, then placed a kiss on your neck, usually it would have caused chills, but not this time.

“hey...” you whispered, you knew your tone was unfailingly cold, but it was as if you didn't decide it and it came out automatically.

“are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded against his chest, turned to face him, you were distant and could feel it.

he nodded in return and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I'll get the coats,” he said, making a small gesture with his head, and then went to the room next to the living room to get your coats.

within minutes you found yourselves walking in the cold night air, it was never too cold in los angeles though.

you and miles lived really close to each other, five minutes apart. the silence was so deafening between you that only your breaths could be heard; there was a kind of tension that there never was between you.

once home, you took off your coat and your dr. martens, and he did the same.

“honey, are you sure you are all right?” he asked you as you went to your room.

“yes, why?” you replied with a sigh, you were both tipsy, but you both held your alcohol really well.

“nothing, just-” he sighed too, “never mind” and smiled at you a little, that smile you always melt at, but not this time.

you changed, dressing in your - his - shirt to sleep, then went to the bathroom to brushing your teeth and removing the light makeup from your face.

alex hadn't gone into the bathroom as he usually did while you were getting ready for sleep; he understood that you wanted space, because it's true that he had taken a good dose of alcohol, but he wasn't stupid. he knew that something had happened to upset you.

you lay in bed, on your side, and then alex joined you. you didn't touch each other, so much as brush against each other, both of you staring at the ceiling.

“y/n?” he called your name, and this only happened during arguments.

“hmm?” you casted a glance at him, but you don't turn around to face him, maybe you didn't have the courage, after all you were worrying and distancing yourself over something really stupid, you knew it too, but I couldn't help it.

“What's going on?” he asked you, you can tell by his tone of voice that he is subtly begging you to tell him what's going on.

“nothing,” you answered him, and to your chagrin, it comes out in a really harsh, almost rude tone.

“stop doing that and tell me what's going on” he had sat down on the bed and so you did the same, rested a hand on your forehead, then the tips of his fingers grazed your lips, later went through your hair.

“It's stupid,” you replied, as if you wanted to cut off the conversation there, but you knew he would never let you.

“whatever you have that makes you feel upset, it's not stupid, okay?” he took your face in his large hands and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “okay honey?” he whispered and you nod.

“when I saw you with those girls—” you began, but alex interrupts with an “oh” hummed, “is my girlfriend by any chance jealous?” he giggled.

you can't help but blush and giggle, because you both know the situation is rather silly.

“yes, I'm jealous, so what?” you smiled and so does he, then he quickly lays you down on the mattress and he positions himself on top of you keeping on his elbows, starting to give you kisses all over your face and so you laugh until you get tired.

alex lies completely on you is so automatically you start stroking his hair. “it's just that when they touched you, I felt bad, because they were clearly your type.” you mumbled.

he sighs, clearly feeling guilty for not giving you attention during the evening, but spending it with those two.

“i'm sorry, love” he whispered raising his hand to caress your cheek, “really” he added.

“it's okay” you smiled, “I love you” you kissed his forehead softly.

“i love you too, light of my eyes” he said leaning his head between your shoulder and neck, you feel his smile against your skin.

a little later you hear his breathing get deeper and realize he has fallen asleep, you continue stroking his hair and fall asleep too.

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reminder: english isn’t my first language and maybe there are few mistakes

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[johnnycadesmuse]

johnny cade x reader

LOVE FILLS THE VOID

warnings: depression, language, smoking, nudity, mentions of sex, scars, scar kissing

prompt: after you go through a depressive episode, johnny helps you clean yourself up and become brighter again

.・。.・.・☆・゜・。.

"baby?" johnny called up to you, his shoes hitting the creaky floorboards as he makes his way up to your bedroom. "baby I brought you some food! it's your favourite!" he told you before opening the door to your bedroom only to find you laying down, a dim expression on your face only to be lit up with a slight smile as you saw his beautiful face in the doorway.

for the past week, you had been going through a very difficult time. you were going through one of your depressive episodes which occur every once and a while. lets just say, they aren't fun, especially if you don't have any support throughout.

johnny had seen all of you, physically and emotionally. you and johnny were extremely close, even prior to dating it had been that way. you had both seen each other's whole bodies in and out. you had traced over each other's scars, he'd been inside of you both physically and emotionally. you two always related to each other on practically everything, especially when it came to mental health.

you both suffered from depression so you two understood what it was like. even with that being said, out of the two of you, you were the only one that went through depressive episodes. johnny had always learnt to push down his emotions and suck it up, meaning that he didn't really get depressive episodes. you on the other hand would get them more often then you'd like to admit, and they would hit hard. and in the midst of them, johnny would always be the one you'd run to.

whenever you woke up and you'd feel them coming on, you'd call him. you'd tell him that "you feel an episode coming" and he'd always rush over to your side as if his life depended on it.

he always made you feel as though nothing bad could ever happen to you, as if it were just you and him. the world would go silent, everything fading into the background. as you straddled his waist, your forehead against his as you held onto his neck and he held onto your waist. nothing could ever tear you apart, not even your depression.

johnny would always take care of you. he'd bring you food, making sure that you ate. he'd lay in bed with you and hold you, allow you to cry into the crook of his neck and wipe your tears. he'd even bathe you, making sure that everything was okay. which is what he came over to do. you had called him that morning like you usually did and he told you "i'm sorry baby. i'll come over as soon as I can alright? i'll pick up some breakfast on the way. don't worry mi niña hermosa" and of course he kept his promise.

"hey baby" your voice only just above a whisper, slightly raspy. "you didn't have to bring me food yknow? you could have made something here if you wanted to give me food"

"true... but I didn't really want to burn you're kitchen down" he chuckled followed by you letting out a little giggle as you knew he wasn't exactly the best cook. "but of course i'm going to bring you food baby. you deserve the best."

you smiled widely at him, your stomach fluttering. even after being together for so long, he always managed to still give you butterflies.

you sat up and sat crossed legged as he set the brown paper bag next to your bed. he sat next to you, slowly pulling out boxes of food, the smell of breakfast filling your room.

as you waited for him to finish, you pulled out a cigarette carton, offering a cancer stick to which he declined before chuckling. "what?" you questioned

"really? a smoke before breakfast? that outta make you sick you know, smoking with an empty stomach"

"sorry dad" you laughed sarcastically before putting out the cigarette on the pink heart ash tray sitting on your night stand, the grey ash piled up around the edges from all the cigarettes that came before.

even when feeling down, he always managed to lift your spirits.

when johnny had taken out all the food, he handed you some utensils along with a few food boxes. you opened it up to find french toast with maple syrup and cinnamon with some whipped cream on the side. you smiled widely at him before quickly giving him a passionate kiss on the lips, catching him off guard. he quickly reciprocated after recovering from shock, smiling into the kiss. after pulling away, your faces only centimetres away from one another, you stared into his beautiful black eyes.

"i don't deserve you" you whispered. he looked at you with an almost sad expression.

"no no baby it's the other way around" he stroked your cheek before giving you yet another kiss on the lips. "having you as my girl makes me the luckiest guy in the world" he whispered against your lips which made you smile even wider.

you both began to dig into your food. he began watching you as you chewed, you looking up in confusion at his sudden interest in watching you eat.

"what's wrong?" you questioned after swallowing, the aftertaste of cinnamon filled your mouth.

"nothing it's just.... i'm so proud of you baby. i'm proud of you for eating. i know it can be hard during times like this, but your doing it and you are so strong"

he just kept making you feel better and better, he was like a dream. something out of a fairytale. god he was so perfect.

"i love you" you kissed him once again, your lips meeting his soft ones.

"i love you too sweetheart" he grinned at you.

after you two had finished eating, he took the trash downstairs to throw it out before coming back into your room a few seconds later.

"now... when was the last time you took a bath?" he asked you and you began to think, realising that it had been a while. longer than it should be. he looked at your expression knowingly and held out his hand before telling you, "cmon"

you grabbed his hand and he slowly pulled you to your feet, you legs somewhat weak as you hadn't gotten out of bed yet.

you two slowly walked to the bathroom, johnny lifting you on the bathroom counter as he got out towels and turned on the faucet, getting everything ready. he turned around to you and lifted you back down off of the counter.

"arms up" he told you and you obeyed, lifting your arms for him before he lifted up his shirt off of your body that he gave you. your bare chest now exposed, he admired your breasts and your body, making you blush. "you are so beautiful" he whispered against your skin as he gave your breasts light kisses, making you whimper in satisfaction. he then pulled down your panties, his hands ghosting over your ass whilst holding you close.

you then lifted up his shirt off of his body, unbuttoning his jeans, his gaze focused on your concentrated expression. you brushed your fingertips over his chest battered with scars from his parents and previous events. his body tensing only to relax when you whispered "it's okay my love, your beautiful" before giving him small pecks over each scar. you then took off his boxer, glancing at his dick before quickly fixing your eyes on his out of embarrassment.

he led you over to the bath, him slowly getting in before holding your hips as you lowered yourself into the water. you sat with your back against his chest, letting out a soft sigh of relief as your body relaxed against his frame. his arms instantly wrapping around you as he gave light kisses on your neck before giving you a kiss on the back of your head.

you two held onto each other, enjoying the silence and one another's embrace. love filling the void that the depression left behind.

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The Freaks of Hawkins

Billy Hargrove x Byers! Reader

Word count: 2,319

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It was Saturday night when Billy was taking a drag out of his cigarette and styling his hair. He had his clothes on and just needed to put on his leather jacket before heading to a girls house. He didn’t even remember her name but it doesn’t matter, he won’t see her again.

Everything was going great, until Susan spoke from the other side of the door. “Billy?”

“I’m a little busy in here Susan.” Billy spoke as he took a drag from his cigarette.

“Open the door. Right now.” As he heard his dads voice he knew he had no other option but to open it.

Placing the cigarette on the ash tray he walked to the door and opened it. His dad was standing there, next to Susan, who as usual reminded him of a lost puppy. He honestly didn’t know what his father saw in her. Maybe it’s because she’s docile or actually a nice person. Billy would never know, his father never properly introduced them.

“What’s wrong?” Billy knew this attitude will get him in trouble but he was in a rush to get out of the house.

“Why don’t you tell us” his dad always felt like he had the upper hand and his way of speaking showed it.

“Because I don’t know.” Again Billy knew he should just keep his mouth shut. Yet he kept on talking.

“We can’t find Maxine.” Finally, Susan spoke but as usual. Neil took over. “And her windows open…where is she?”

Fear came onto Billy but after a few seconds of thinking, he realized she must’ve snuck out to meet with her friends. Yet he wasn’t sure if she did because even if he did act like an asshole she always asked for a ride.

“I don’t know” he responded truthfully.

“You don’t know?” His dad scoffed while taking a step into his room.

“Look, I’m sure she just went to the arcade or something. I’m sure she’s fine.” Billy turned away from his dad and continued to get dressed.

“You were supposed to watch her.” His dad spoke once more causing Billy’s blood to boil. He’s not sure how his dad expects Billy to be the perfect brother when he never got that kind of care from his dad.

“I know dad I was. It’s just you guys were three hours late, and, well, i have a date.” Billy almost wanted to laugh, this was no date he was going to.

He put on his jacket and fixed his hair before turning to face his dad, who was closer than he expected. “I’m sorry, okay?”

No soon after did the spiteful words and strong hands came to him. There was no reasoning with him and all Billy could do was take it all. He just hopes that whatever Max is doing is worth all this trouble.

Meanwhile, you were at the Wheelers house putting Holly to sleep. Even though you were typically her nanny when Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were out. You were called by Mrs. Wheeler to come take care of Holly urgently, claiming she needed some alone time.

As much as you wanted to say no, your family really needs the money with your mom, Joyce, having to work two jobs. Luckily your older brother, Jonathan, also started working a while back. Yet it still wasn’t enough, not after what happened to Will. You’re not sure how many appointments he’s had but the bills that keep accumulating serve as a reminder.

So here you were, telling Holly her favorite bedtime story. Hoping she will fall asleep soon, after all, this was your last resort. You’ve tried countless of other things to tire her out but none seemed to faze her one bit.

The story you’re reading was pretty dumb and you weren’t sure why she liked it so much. Its about a pink mouse that goes to adventures and aside from her being drawn as tiny and skinny. She is strong and is able to lift up heavy things. It’s the same one she asks you to read every time you look after her, you’re sure she’ll get tired of it eventually.

Aside from this, she has you wrapped around her little finger and you do what she says because even though you have a you get brother. This is the closest you’ve been to having a sister.

As you read her the story you began to play with her hair, in hopes that it will help. Which it did because soon after she got comfortable. She brought her plush animal closer to her chest and hugged your arm. Still, you knew she wasn’t asleep and you kept on reading, only stopping when you heard her small snores.

You set the book down on and tried to pull your arm. You were able to do it but shortly after, the doorbell rang. Causing her grip on your arm to tighten, leaving you back in square one. You weren’t sure if she did this on purpose or if she was doing so subconsciously.

Once more, you heard the doorbell ring and you tried to free yourself from Hollys death grip. You thought that maybe it was Jonathan coming to pick you up, considering how late it was. You didn’t want to keep him waiting, slowly but surely you were able to free your arm. Still, you slowly stepped back in case you needed to go back and help her go back to sleep. You really hoped Lilly, her plush animal, will help keep her asleep. It will be a pain getting another phone call from Mrs. Wheeler asking you to come by again just to help Holly go back to sleep because ‘she listens more to you than to her own mother’.

You made sure to walk carefully, not trying to step on any toys laying around. It felt like walking around eggshells, one wrong step and it was all over. Finally, you reached her door and as you stepped out you prayed to all the God’s above that she wouldn’t wake up after hearing the door creak. Luckily you heard no movement which made you sigh in relief.

You turned to face the staircase and walked down slowly. As you got near the bottom you heard Mrs. Wheeler’s voice and a male’s voice. Which didn’t sound a thing like Jonathan’s or Mr. Wheeler’s. As you reached the floor you were able to perceive the voice as his. The one and only Billy Hargrove, you never spoke to him but you knew enough about him due to the gossips going around school.

You’ve heard many girls cry in the gym locker room. Saying that after they went with him to have a quick fuck, that’s all they were to him. He didn’t call back and ignored them whenever they passed by him. It surprised you to know he was here, you didn’t know Nancy would stoop so low.

You were starting to feel awkward and just wanted to get out. Letting out a deep breath you told yourself you’ll only walk into the kitchen, tell Mrs. Wheeler that Holly is asleep and that you’ll be leaving.

She was the first to notice you as you stood a few feet away from them. “Just wanted to let you know that Holly is asleep and I’ll be leaving now.”

Yet it felt as if your voice fell upon deaf ears. “Oh y/n, Billy here, is looking for his sister..” Mrs. Wheeler spoke as she had a smile on her face and pointed at Billy as if they were friends.

“Step sister” he corrected her with a charming smile

“Right, he is looking for his step sister and I was wondering if you could help him find her.” She finished explaining as she attempted to hide the lust in her eyes.

“Mrs. Wheeler here, told me I could find her at the Bylers house… are you up for it?” He turned his full body towards you while leaning on the counter. He grabbed a cookie and tried to it seductively. Which made you feel a little weird seeing that he was behaving this way while a mom was behind him.

“Yeah, sure.” You regretted it as soon as the words got out of you mouth but there was no turning back now.

With a wink in your direction he turned back to Mrs. Wheeler and thanked her for her help. You also turned towards her and wished her a goodnight before heading for your bag and followed after Billy.

You got inside his car and as soon as he turned the keys the car came to life causing you to get nervous. Jonathan’s car sounded nothing like this but what really got you to jump was the volume of the music. It was so loud you weren’t sure how he didn’t have any hearing problems.

Of course Billy caught sight of this and gave you a small chuckle. “Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.”

A small ‘it’s ok’ was all you were able to muster. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever be in Billy’s car. You felt out of place, the only girls he ever allowed in his car were the girls who he used as a quick fuck. Them and his step sister, Max, who went to the middle school next to Hawkins High.

The ride was fairly silent except from the times you gave him directions. Aside from that, you could only hear the song playing in the background.

“Take a right turn here and just continue on straight.” You spoke and you hoped it will be the last thing you said to him.

“So tell me…” he started and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, this night couldn’t go any worse.

“Are they really freaks like everyone says?” He asked while glancing from you to the road.

“What do you mean?” You tried to pretend to not know what he was talking about. Yet you had the feeling that he is referring to your family.

“The Byers, I’ve heard many people say they’re freaks. Especially after the youngest…Will I think his name is. Everyone said he was dead but was then found. Tell me, do you actually think his brother had anything to do with it?” He asked with a smirk on his face, it was as if he found all of this amusing.

You didn’t know why his comment bothered you so much. It was what you’ve heard ever since Will got taken.

“Is that all you’ve heard?” You asked because even if you always kept to yourself and sometimes people forgot about your existence. You thought they might’ve mentioned your name when talking about your family.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well I guess we’ll find out soon.” You said as you cleared your throat.

Once the two of you reached your house Billy turned off the engine and couldn’t help but groan at the sight of Steve.

You on the other hand, were slightly confused. When Jonathan dropped you off you it was still daytime, meaning nobody else was at your house. Your mind started running circles, as you grabbed your bag you quickly opened the passenger door and got out.

“Steve is everything alright?”

He was so fixated on Billy that he didn’t notice you were also in the car. “Y/n, why are you with Hargrove?” He asked while putting one hand on his hip and pointing with the other.

“He gave me a ride. Is my mom home?” You asked as you held onto the strap of your backpack.

“No she uh, she just left. Jonathan too oh and Will.” He tried to make it sound as if it was a normal conversation. Yet he failed miserably at it, if anything, you were now scared that something might’ve happened to Will.

“So what? I’m just supposed to stay home?” You asked.

“We’ll figure something out, just go inside.” He said but his eyes never left Billy’s, still trying to figure out what he was doing there.

You took notice of this “he’s just here for Max, is she here?” You asked once you stood next to Steve.

Throughout the interaction you had with Steve, you could feel Billy’s eyes staring at you. He wasn’t sure why you were talking to him as if the two of you were close. Sure he’s seen you around school here and there but not once did Steve talk to you.

“Yeah… Max. Hey Max!” He yelled her name out hoping she will be able to hear.

The front door opened quietly and you could hear her soft footsteps. It reminded you of a kid who knew would get in trouble by their parents for getting a cookie before their bedtime.

“Well, she’s here. You can now leave Hargrove.” Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder and headed to your house.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to know you talked to a freak.” You barked at him, you couldn’t control the anger that kept on bubbling in your chest any longer. No matter how beautiful his stupid face was, he didn’t know the full story. That didn’t give him the right to talk like that about your family.

Billy was so fixated on trying to figure out your relationship with Steve. That it barely down on him what you said. ‘Is my mom home’ he tried to pretend to not care about it. It wasn’t as if he wanted to get close to you yet he felt his heart drop as he realized he just lost his only chance.

Max wasn’t sure what had happened between you two prior to showing up. Yet the look in Billy’s eyes held the same emotion each time Neil would beat him for something that was out of his control. It was a mix of sadness and confusion.

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[strawbby-shortcake]

★ Bruised and Battered [a tyler durden x gn! reader oneshot] ★

Tyler often comes back to the house on Paper Street early in the morning. Sometimes it's three or four in the morning until he's back, if you're lucky, you'll see him stumble in at one or two. You wouldn't call it coming back "home," since this place was rotting away one minute at a time.

Tonight, however, Tyler was back by 12 A.M., which was unusual. He had a large cut on the left side of his face that extended from his eyebrow to the very top of his cheekbone. There was blood splattered across his chest, whether it was his or someone else's, you didn't know. You assumed most of it was his since there was a fresh nosebleed flowing over his lips and chin. You could hear the blood drip onto the old, wooden floor, drop by drop.

"You're back early. What happened?" you asked from the couch.

Tyler didn't respond, he just went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. He plopped himself onto the opposite side of the couch, slightly facing away from you.

You sighed. "Not even a 'hello?' Come on, Ty, what happened."

He lifted the bottle to his lips and paused before drinking.

"Don't call me that," he said, taking a sip of his beer.

"You're so hot and cold with me. Last week, as soon as you came back, you gave me a hug and started ranting about how to make soap and the philosophy of life- or whatever," you scoffed.

He always did this. He switched up like day and night, so you never expected the same "version" of Tyler.

Tyler grunted and lit a cigarette in response. Maybe he couldn't care less, but what would you know, right?

You got up from your seat and went to find the medical kit in the bathroom. Once you got it, you took a rag from one of the room's floors and brought it back to the couch. Tyler had put his cigarette out on the ash tray and was lying on the couch in an awkward position.

Maybe it was because there was an open wound on his side as well.

"Get up, Tyler," you said bluntly.

He obeyed and sat up; he knew you were going to tend to his wounds one way or another. You got out the rag and wiped up all the blood, put some ointment on his cuts, and bandaged them up.

"You're all bruised and battered...," you whispered.

"Hmm...," Tyler responded.

"Tyler, why won't you just talk to me for once? Let me into your mind, or something. I don't understand you sometimes. One minute you tolerate me and the next it seems like I'm scum to you. Don't you understand how-"

Tyler cut you off by gently placing his palms on either side of your face. His thumb brushed your skin just above your eyebrow.

Your face flushed quickly. "Now I'm REALLY confused. I-"

"Shhh," Tyler cut you off again. "I've got a thousand thoughts running through my head constantly, but the one that always sticks around is 'you.'"

You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak, but he didn't give you a chance.

"You want me to talk, well sweetheart, I talk a lot. You just need to listen."

"I DO listen, what the hell are you talking about?" you snap, prying your face from his hands.

Tyler swiftly grabbed your wrist and held both of your hands in his. He tightened his grip almost violently.

"No, you don't. Listen to my silence. Listen to my eyes when I look at you. Listen to me now," he explained.

His light blue eyes gazed into yours, his expression softening. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. It wasn't forceful. In fact, it even seemed genuine.

"I'm listening, Tyler," you said.

"I left the club early because I missed you. I wanted to see you while you were still awake. I don't like coming back here when you're already in bed. I miss you," Tyler confessed.

"I don't know what this 'club' is but I always look forward to when you come back. Even when you're all bruised and battered," you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He rested his chin on the top of your head and hesitantly hugged you back.

"Tyler?"

"Hmm?"

"I missed you, too."

[END]

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[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 10

Summary: Michael and David have finally had their first kiss. Now that their feelings are being shared with each other, they can start to expand their relationship and see where it goes. Meanwhile, Sam and the Frog Brothers are getting deeper into their vampire obsession.

TW: Chapter contains burn marks and mentions of abuse

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To say the world around you stops when you have a truly special kiss would be cliché. However, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen for some people. For Michael and David, that was exactly what was happening to them.  

Neither of them knew who made the first move. In fact, it seemed like it was a mutual action between the two. One moment they were slow dancing at the hijacked party, the next moment they were both leaning in for a kiss. It lasted quite a bit longer than your average first kiss. Forget a simple peck. Theirs was slow, sweet and had enough fireworks to light up the sky on the Fourth of July.  

When they finally pulled away and opened their eyes, they still weren’t quite adjusted to what had just happened. Both sets of blue eyes shimmered and shined in the low light of the room. Their mouths were slightly open, still tingling from being pressed together. The world went on without them as the band thanked everyone for coming and guests clapped with a sense of joy they hadn’t expected for their night out.  

Someone had to say something first, or the two boys would be frozen in place all night.  

“I-” Michael barely got out.  

That was all David needed to finally get his head out of the clouds. He blinked rapidly before grabbing hold of Michael’s wrist. He had to get moving as soon as possible.  

“Outside. Let’s go outside,” David said, practically commanding the human boy. He pulled him in the direction of the doors that led to the private patio outside. Michael simply held onto his hat and moved his feet as fast as he could to keep up with David. He didn’t know the guy had such a strong grip.  

As luck would have it, the entire area outside was completely empty. Cigarette butts filled the ash trays on tables and random glasses and plates were scattered and left for some poor, under-paid workers to clean up. Thankfully, it was just the two of them. Exactly what David needed right now.  

“We....I....did we....holy shit....”   

Of all the times for David to struggle with finding the right words, it had to be now. This never happened to him. He prided himself on always having confidence and the ability to keep control in any situation. Now it felt like he was tongue-tied.  

Despite his freak-out, Michael was perfectly calm and collected. He had a small smile on his handsome face as he scratched the back of his neck. Not knowing what else to do, he reached out and put his hands on David’s shoulders.  

“Hey,” he said, keeping his voice low and calm. “It’s all right, David. We can talk about this. I know it’s a lot to take in right ‘bout now”  

David truly didn’t know what it was about Michael’s accent that made him magically feel eased again, but he was grateful to hear it. He let out a deep sigh, shoulders finally slumping as a newfound calmness washed over him.   

God, his boys had been absolutely right before. He was such a sucker for Michael.  

“We....we kissed...” David finally acknowledged. His lips curled upward saying that. He just couldn’t fight the smile that was showing. After all, he had genuinely wanted to do that for quite some time. It was everything he had imagined it would be and so much more.  

The adoring look in Michael’s eyes told him the feeling was mutual. It made his blood rush hot and fast in his undead veins.  

“Yeah. We sure did,” Michael confirmed. He proudly wore a smile of his own. It was lovesick and goofy. Something that fit the outgoing cowboy quite nicely.  

Their gaze was locked together, and once again they found themselves in the conundrum of trying to see who would speak first. Unlike before where the moment was caused by shock, this one was fueled by pure giddiness. They were both just so happy to see one another react so well.  

In a way, it was just the thing they both needed in order to feel comfortable enough to keep things going. David felt himself drawn to Michael even more now. Like a magnet’s pull. He just couldn’t fight it.  

“I....I really want to kiss you again, Michael....” David admitted.  

“God, I thought you’d never ask,” Michael said.  

Without any hesitation this time, he pulled on David’s shoulders and brought him in for their second kiss. Something in David clicked, and he matched the energy with Michael. His arms grabbed at his hips, latching on to keep the human boy as close as possible. This kiss had an extra spark of passion to it. Michael sighed into David’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck. He thought David was an amazing kisser. It made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.  

With his eyes closed and his mouth still moving with Michael’s, he managed to move them both up against the wall of the building. One of the hunting techniques he and the boys often did was seducing victims into alleyways and distracting them with kisses before going in for a bite. This was all a familiar experience, but now it had such a romantic twist to it.  

This was all for the adoration David felt for Michael. He never wanted to kiss any other human ever again. Not even for hunting. With lips as soft and sweet as his, it was more intoxicating than any sip of blood that he had ever tasted.   

Michael’s heart was pounding a mile a minute, pumping warmth throughout his entire body. His cheeks were flushed, and his hands were shaking. It was a good thing David had him pressed up against the wall, because he felt so dizzy, he could have fainted. He felt lucky to have the blond hold him close to keep such a thing from happening.  

Every second spent kissing made David hungry for more. He had held back for so long, and this small taste had him so desperate for more. He wanted to feel under Michael’s clothes, take off the hat and run his fingers through his curls, go at the neck for just a small nibble. Anything.  

But it seemed that all he would get for tonight was this passionate kiss.  

“David,” Dwayne’s voice called to him in his head. David could have killed the guy for interrupting this. “Come on, we gotta fly. We have to hunt before the night ends. We can’t go to bed hungry”  

It pained David to let Michael go, but his packmate was absolutely right. He reluctantly released himself, both boys breathing heavily when their lips were free. Michael seemed confused about how sudden the stop was. Still, David wouldn’t leave the guy hanging.   

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Michael. The boys and I have to get home. We’ll be in big trouble if we don’t get home before the night ends,” he explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth.  

Michael was an understanding guy. Though he didn’t know all the details of what kind of life David was living at home, he knew enough about Max to recognize that there was in fact a true threat if David didn’t do as he was told. With a sympathetic look in his eyes, he held a hand to David’s cheek, rubbing the scruff with his finger. David could have swooned from such a gesture.  

“You sure y’all don’t wanna come over to my house? Mama would be more than happy to bring out the ol’ air mattresses for the night!”  

David would be lying if he said he didn’t want to do that. Just two kisses from Michael, and he was already willing to throw away his whole vampire routine and risk the light of the sun just to be with him a while longer. Still, he was no baby bat. He knew better than to act so carelessly.   

“That’s nice of you, but I’m afraid I gotta decline the offer”  

A hint of disappointment was reflected in Michael’s baby blues. Panic rose in David’s chest as he realized how bad it looked bailing so soon after their kiss. He had to salvage this immediately.  

“But I really want to see you again as soon as possible! Why don’t we do something tomorrow night? Just the two of us”  

God, it apparently did not take much for David to acting like a fool in love. He wanted to kick himself for acting so desperate. It was a good thing Michael was such a great guy who didn’t mind such things. In fact, such a suggestion seemed to put the human in better spirits.  

“I’d love that more than a bear loves honey”  

David let out a chuckle, always amused by the southernisms that Michael entertained him with. It made him happy enough to end the night with one last kiss to sweeten the deal.  

“Then it’s a date,” he whispered before moving in to press his lips to Michael’s. It was pure bliss, feeling the other boy smile into it. Such a wonderful sensation made it feel like the entire night was a big success. It was all so perfect.   

“Nighty night, Huckleberry”  

“Sweet dreams, Cowboy”  

David flashed Michael one last grin before taking off into the night, running on feet until he was out of sight. When he was certain the human couldn’t see him anymore, he took flight to catch up with the other Lost Boys.  

Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough.  

The plan to ruin Max’s night went off without a hitch. All of their friends and extended family had made the party truly unforgettable. The crowd of country club members were rather split on how they felt. While some had scoffed at the “crude” behavior and left in a huff, others had the time of their lives with the friendly folks. Turns out all they needed was a little bit of country hospitality to have some fun.   

Lucy in particular was feeling quite proud of what she and the boys had done. Not only had they given all of their guests a fun time visiting Santa Carla, but she had also put Max in his place after the way he treated his son. She had zero intentions of returning to work at that man’s business. As far as she was concerned, he could go bankrupt, and she wouldn’t shed a single tear.  

So rather than give Max a call, she spent the next morning circling job ads in the newspaper in between bites of pancakes. Not only did she need to find a new form of income to keep feeding her sons, but all of their friends as well.  

That reminded her. Once Michael talked to them a bit more about making the Emerson house their official home, she could start making arrangements for them. Her father’s basement had been used as storage for all of her mother’s belongings when she passed away. Lucy was certain she could convince her dad to move a few things as a temporary fix.  

“Mornin’ Mama!” A voice called, interrupting her thoughts. Michael came sauntering into the kitchen, his hair a mess and his smile nice and bright.  

“Well, ain’t you in a good mood today!” Lucy commented. Usually, Michael was a bit groggy at the start of the day. Today he was practically glowing with positivity. “Didya have that much fun at the party last night?” 

Michael couldn’t stop the warm blush that spread across his face. He smiled bashfully while his cheeks and ears flushed a deep shade of pink. His mother didn’t even realize how good a night he had.  

“I sure did!” he said, sitting down with her and grabbing an empty plate to start building his own stack of pancakes for breakfast. “Oh Mama...I’m happier than a dog with two tails. I can’t thank ya enough for helpin’ me out” 

Lucy wasn’t blind to the way her son was looking. She recognized the sense of giddiness that she had experienced when she was around his age. Her boy was in love. Head over heels kind of love. And she had a pretty good idea of who it was with. 

She thought back to all of the times he and David were laughing and spending time together during visits. How they’d always sit next to each other at the dinner table and whisper secrets that made them giggle like kids.  

Still, she knew it wasn’t her place to ask if her son was ready to share such details yet. All she knew was that he was over the moon, and that was all that mattered. Lucy gave her son a warm smile before standing up from her spot. She kissed his forehead and ruffled up his curls.  

“It sure was nice wiping that smug grin off of Max’s face. I’m glad we all were able to give everyone a much better night,” she said. “I’m gonna go do some job huntin’ today so you hold down th’ fort ‘til I get back, okay?” 

“Yes ma’am!” Michael said, giving his mother a nod. He was always the most responsible one of the sons, but he knew reassuring Lucy that he would take care of the family was always important.  

Lucy cleared her dishes before making her way back to her room to freshen up before she hit the town. Michael was left alone with his breakfast and his thoughts. 

He had been on cloud nine from the moment he left the party. Ever since he met David after their move, he had been so enamored with him. David was amazing in every way possible. Handsome, charming, talented, fun, and had a heart of gold under that scary, punk-looking aesthetic. Whenever they were together, Michael felt like he was back home again. Safe and happy.  

Knowing David had wanted to take things to the next level truly made him feel euphoric. Every time he thought about their kisses, he found himself yearning for more.  

“Mike!” 

The sudden shout of his name shook Michael out of his train of thought. He blinked rapidly as he took notice of his little brother standing in the kitchen doorway. While Michael was in a blissful mood, Sam seemed like he was under immense stress. There was a nervous look painted on his face and his shoulders were tensed.  

“Ya feelin’ alright, Sammy? Ya look like ya saw a ghost!” 

To his surprise, Sam didn’t make any kind of snarky quip or joke at his comment. He stayed silent as he pulled up the chair that Lucy had used before. Now Michael was feeling concerned. His brow furrowed as he studied Sam’s features.  

“What’s wrong?” 

“Something really strange happened last night....at the party....” 

Now Michael’s curiosity was piqued. He had been so focused on having a good time with everyone that he hadn’t even thought about what went down with Sam and the Frog Brothers when they distracted Max. In fact, his mind was still on David when they all went home, and he didn’t think to talk to his brother.  

“Tell me, Sam” 

“Hey, Max! We wanna talk to you for a bit! Let’s hang out!” 

That’s what Sam had told Max in order to get him out of the dining hall. Edgar and Alan had been more than willing to help with distracting the tall man, especially after forming such a tight bond with the Emerson family. In their eyes, they were helping keep the peace.  

Max had been a bit fussy about their actions. He clearly didn’t enjoy being tossed out of his own get-together, albeit one that was taken over.  

“Now listen here, boys!” he said sternly. “I will not stand for you acting up like this! I would like to go back and take back control of my party!” 

The kids weren’t going to listen to a thing he had to say. It was up to them to keep David safe with Michael and Lucy happy with their new guests. There was no stopping three determined kids when they put their mind to something. 

“Really? I thought we’d go outside and get some air! Maybe talk a bit about our home back in Texas!” Sam said with a cheerful smile.  

While Max protested, he and the Frogs were able to push him out onto the patio outside. Edgar and Alan leaned against the door after shutting it so he would be blocked.  

“Oooh boy, you sure would love it down south!” Sam gushed, letting his accent slip out. “We got honkytonks, muddin’, rodeos, every little bit o’ fun you can imagine! Plus, ya get ta see the sun rise all nice and purdy in the mornin’ while ya work!” 

Max’s face scrunched in a sense of disgust. Clearly, none of those things sounded good to someone like him. It seemed like everywhere he turned, he was surrounded by the chaos that the Emerson family had. All of it brought immense discomfort to the man, and all he wanted was for it to end. 

“Look, Sam,” Max interrupted, reaching forward to put a hand on Sam's chest and stop him from moving around. “I would just like to talk to your moth-” 

To the shock of the boy, Max let out a yelp of pain when his fingers brushed against the accessory hanging from his shirt collar. Though he hadn’t dressed up for the event, he had still worn a special item for the special occasion; a bolo tie. There was crest in the center of the tie that he had shined for such a special night.  

Yet the moment he touched it, Max pulled his hand away as if he had been zapped by something. Sam watched in curiosity, feeling just as surprised as the older man was.  

“Are you alright?”  

Edgar and Alan perked up too, unaware of what was going on. They tried to get a closer look at what had happened, but Max held his hand close to his chest, covering it with the other hand to block the sight.  

“I’m sorry...please excuse me....” was all Max said before he took off in a rush. Sam only got a sliver of a look at the man’s hand as he walked swiftly to the parking lot.  

There was a burn mark on his hand. A really nasty one too.  

Back home, Sam had witnessed quite a few injuries from people who got too careless or did dangerous things for work. One time in particular, he had witnessed his cousin hurt his arm after stumbling into a campfire. He ended up getting wounded with second-degree burns from that. The glimpse he got of Max’s hands looked identical to that.  

While Sam watched in awe as the man disappeared into the row of cars, his friends surrounded him, curious as to what just happened. Edgar cocked his head to the side as he got a better look at the bolo tie that Sam wore. He and his brother studied the metal a little closer. 

“What material is this part made of Sam?” he asked. 

The Emerson boy was silent for a moment, still shook up by what he had witnessed with his own eyes. A few seconds passed before he was finally able to find his voice again. 

“Silver” 

Michael had to admit, it was a little hard to hear such a thing from Sam. It all sounded like something born from the wild imagination of a child, yet his brother seemed so unnerved retelling the events from the night before.  

“Aw c’mon, Sammy, maybe the light was messin’ with ya. Or maybe he’s got an allergy t’ silver!” 

The look on Sam’s face was one of complete disbelief. He was upset that his own brother doubted what he saw plain as day. 

“It ain’t no allergy! He was burned,” he insisted. “I’m tellin’ ya, there’s something mighty wrong with that man! You heard th’ stuff Edgar and Alan said before. Vampires are ‘round these parts!” 

Now it was Michael’s turn to get upset. He had such an amazing night with David, and now his little brother was talking nonsense that would spoil the mood. Michael couldn’t care less about whatever happened with Max’s hand, but what he did care about was his brother spouting nonsense about a man who had more realistic dangers to him. Dangers that David was on the receiving end of. 

“Now Mama done told ya not to spout that vampire bullshit!” Michael snapped at his brother. “There ain’t no such thing as vampires, and I don’t wantcha makin’ light about the kinda man Max is. He’s dangerous, and I’m trying to get David away from him. You’re gonna drive him away if ya start ravin’ like a fool, so knock it off!” 

Sam was truly hurt by his older brother’s words. He felt completely insulted, and he couldn’t stand to be around someone who wouldn’t listen to his concerns. In a huff, Sam stood up from the chair again and bolted out the back door. Michael tried in vain to stop the kid, but there was no reasoning with him. He’d probably run off to his friends and vent.  

Michael didn’t know what to do. He held his face in his hands and rubbed his temples in frustration. Sam was just being a dumb kid interfering with his plans. All Michael wanted was to be with David. To keep him and his friends safe so that Max wouldn’t continue his abuse.  

David.  

The boy was his only ray of hope as the day went by. When they were together, he would truly make it count.  

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