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𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲.

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶It's a dreary start to the week, but as the days go by, the dynamic between you and Eddie shifts. You both ask questions with hidden motives, and after a significant morning, he tells you about Adrie's mom. Then, Steve shows up unannounced with a proposition Eddie can't refuse. Literally.✶

NSFW — slow burn, mutual pining, flirting, light angst, depictions of poverty, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 2/20 [wc: 5.3k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12

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Chapter 2: Whimsy as the Wind

Monday was a storm.

There was no better stimulant than the rush of a morning against the rain. Hitting like bullets on the skin when Eddie clutched Adrie to his chest to shield her on the way to the car. Spelling disaster for the braids she asked for, then complained about when he pulled her hair too tight. Dripping into his eyes as he fumbled with the buckle of her car seat in the jet black hours. Drenching the bottom of her favorite pants despite his efforts to protect her.

“Daddy’s sorry,” he mumbled on her wet forehead shining under the dim overhead light.

On the way to preschool she was quiet. The rhythm of the fat drops pounding on the window soothed her, and he was grateful, despite the rising sensation of lateness grating on his nerves.

Everything moved slower on stormy days. Yet he moved faster. It didn’t matter if he skipped eating his breakfast at home to get out the door quicker, the red stop lights took longer, he swore it.

Life was against him. But Adrie was quiet, and Mrs. Teresa was in charge of helping the little ones out of their cars. She was an out-of-towner, meaning, she wasn’t aware of Eddie’s reputation, and therefore was nicer to him than the other teachers, taking care to go beyond superficial greetings.

“Good morning, my dear,” she said to him, voice rough with age. She held an umbrella above his head as he got Adrie out, and followed him to the awning. His coveralls were already darkened by rain, but the gesture was kind, as was him offering his arm for her to hold onto as she stepped over the whirlpool circling the sewer drain.

Eddie sank into a crouch to ease his daughter’s vice grip from his neck. “Give Daddy a kiss goodbye, ‘kay?” Begrudgingly, she stood on her own two feet, and gave him a quick, annoyed peck on his cheek. “You gonna be good today?”

The attitude radiating off her was not promising.

“Your friends are waiting for you inside,” Mrs. Teresa said. “I think they’re playing dress up.”

An offer which proved enticing, as demonstrated by Adrie bolting from him for the front doors.

“No running,” he sighed to himself. The older woman chortled along, and wished him to have a good day as well. He should’ve taken the heart-palpitating lightning strike and simultaneous adrenaline-inducing clap of thunder as an omen when she uttered those words.

If not those things, then certainly his breakfast was a harbinger of the day he was about to have: instead of making two grape jelly biscuits, and two with egg, he ended up making two with both jelly and his daughter’s cold leftover scrambled eggs, and the others were left plain.

He ate the plain ones first before venturing into uncharted territory.

“Fuck no,” he said, mouth full of grape flavored egg-mulch. At least no one had to witness him spit it back into the container.

David’s Auto Repair didn’t have much in the way of shelter to keep him dry during his smoke break, so he sat in his car in the alleyway to pass the time until it was acceptable to arrive early.

‘Early’ being the time when you usually arrived, and an hour before Carl.

Til then, he cranked the heat and reclined his seat back, hugging himself to relieve the constant shiver his damp coveralls caused sticking to his skin.

Now, the heavy rain patter became a lullaby. Pelting the roof, easy on his falling eyelids. Precious seconds, minutes under the guided meditation of tap, tap. Tap, tap. Responsibilities drifting to the recesses of his mind. Thinking back on the days he spent doing this in the high school parking lot, promising Wayne he’d work hard to graduate only to end up napping in his van for most of the morning.

Eddie willed his eyes open. His watch told him he’d been asleep for fourteen minutes. Still early for work, but he felt a jolt of anxiety anyway.

He couldn’t blow things off like he used to. Not with people relying on him. Adrie and Wayne both depended on him to not be a fuck up. And if they weren’t motivation enough, he had another..

You should be sitting at your desk right now. If he timed it right, he’d pass by while the scent of dried coffee still clung to you before it had started brewing, which was an odd association he didn’t know he craved at the moment until it was at the forefront of his mind.

“Already following her around like a lost puppy, Munson,” he chided himself, turning off the car and bracing himself for the sprint to the employee’s entrance at the back of the garage.

And when he entered, the employee’s entrance at the front of the garage slammed open on a flashing cue of lightning, and there stood what he could only assume was a Creature from the Deep.

You huffed in two breaths, “Holy. Shit.”

Eddie tactlessly stared from across the room. You were beyond soaked. Your primary colored all-weather jacket appeared to not be waterproof in a monsoon, sagging on your frame like a melting street light of red, yellow, and green. Much like his coveralls, your once light-wash jeans were now dark blue. Somewhat adorably, though, was your pissed-off face being scrunched in a glare due to your hoodie drawstrings cinched tight in a circle, framing from your brows to your lips.

Your shoes gushed out puddles of rain on the concrete as you shoved your bike forward and let it fall in a clatter.

“I fucking hate this town.”

“Why are you riding a bike?” he asked, thinking you’d gone insane.

“Because I don’t have a car?”

“Why don’t you have a car?”

You sputtered sarcastically, gesturing at your bike. “Because I’m from the city! We have things like public transportation. Trains, taxis, buses.. walking! I've never needed a car to reach my mailbox before.”

Thinking himself helpful, he suggested, “I know a place where we can get you one for cheap.”

“Dude, I don’t even have a license.”

“Why don’t you–?”

“Trains!”

Eddie’s face collapsed into his own glare right back at you, and he waved his hands about the auto repair garage for automobiles where he fixed cars for people in need of transportation in which you answered their calls regarding said transportation and ordered parts to repair said personal automobiles at the garage intended for cars where he worked. You got the irony.

“None of this matters,” you said, dismissing him. True, it didn't matter, and he knew from your exaggerations your anger at him was in jest, but he appreciated the banter regardless. It was a nice break from reality. “It took me so long to get here because my whole street was flooded, and I’m guessing it’s flooding outside of Hawkins where the storm is coming from. We were supposed to get a delivery yesterday, but it never showed up.”

There was a pause where both of you accepted the arduous day ahead.

You said, “I’ll start calling around to see where our delivery might be stuck.”

“And I’ll do what I can without it,” he agreed.

Inhaling a breath of fortitude knowing you’d be informing a few upset individuals today that their cars wouldn’t be ready, you unzipped your jacket and loosened the drawstrings, dropping your hood back. You froze.

“Oh God, don’t look at my hair,” you begged, scuttling through the lobby and into the bathroom.

There were no more exchanges after you ran away. There was no time to entertain the lingering gazes, or small conversations where he thrived on your smile. He had to process what he could to earn money before sundown, and you played phone tag until you yawned, and stared blank-faced at the wall while customers bitched at you.

By normal closing hours, you were both too beaten down to do more than walk past each other on your way out without a goodbye.

A part of him wanted to do the chivalrous thing and offer you a ride, but that seemed too forward, too intimate, too invasive in his small car where his backseat was partially taken up by his daughter’s car seat, and he couldn’t come to a conclusion about your surprise when seeing her, nor unpack the loaded question of why he cared.

Whatever.

At least the rain stopped.

————

Tuesday was overcast.

You looked at Eddie leaning on the countertop to your desk and spun your hand while rolling your eyes, wishing the person on the other end of the phone line would hurry up. Eventually, you hung up, and interrupted him from picking at his nails. “They said it’ll be thirty minutes before they get here.”

“Guess I’ll wait then.”

He didn’t make to leave, and you didn’t have anything else to do, so you laced your fingers and leaned onto your forearms towards him, hoping through giving him your attention, he’d willingly talk to you for once.

“Um,” he drew out, searching the expanse between your hands, where he encroached on your space if only to the wrist. He tapped his knuckles on the vinyl. Swallowed visibly “About your policy thing.. Did you really move here just because your roommate asked you to?”

You drew your gaze up from his descending Adam’s apple, over the soft edge of his jawline, and grainy stubble on his chin. “I mean, kinda, yeah. Obviously, she’s been my best friend for years and needed help moving anyway, so I was up to make the trip, but when she asked if I wanted to stay, I said yes. Seemed intriguing enough; discovering what else was out there after living in cities for so long. See what sorta trouble I could get into when not surrounded by the usual nightlife options.”

“And how’s that going so far?”

“Bobbie’s mom and I are real good at solving the Wheel of Fortune before the contestants.”

Eddie snorted.

He dropped his focus to the looping circles he was drawing with his fingertip. Breathing deeper than necessary, and holding the air in his lungs for a few taut seconds. He rambled, “Sounds like Hawkins isn’t the place for you. Just somewhere to blow through, waiting for someone to ask you to, like, go to Chicago and be a bartender or somethin’.” He ended with a laugh aimed at his hands. Hollow. Empty of the humor he was pretending. “No responsibilities. Ready to get up and go whenever you want. That’s cool.”

“Been there, done that,” you mitigated the tension with a joke. “Bartending in Chicago, I mean.” He wasn’t being purposefully cruel, but the bitterness creeping into his words stung.

You glanced at his ringless fingers. Was he envious of your lifestyle because he was tied down? Your gut instinct told you he wasn’t the type to hold that sort of resentment towards his wife or daughter, so it had to be something else.

“Or,” you countered, “Someone could ask me to stay in Hawkins, and then I’d be obligated to, if we’re abiding by the policy. Who knows, maybe Kevin needs someone to walk his dogs, and then I can lead a nice, quiet, boring life here, absent of any fun or risks, hanging out with dogs for the next eternity. Is that what you want? Me bothering you until you’re in the grave?”

He squinted. “Fair point.” The laugh lines bracketing his mouth enhanced his appeal, joining the crow’s feet, and the harsh crease between his brows as he raised one in smug curiosity.

Perhaps you were staring at him for longer than you realized.

By chance, a chime signaled you both to a customer walking in the door in need of an oil change, and you reaped any opportunity to tease him. “Sorry, but some of us have work to do and can’t chit chat all day,” you cooed with the absolute cockiest head tilt to taunt him.

Shooing him away with a manila folder was extra, you had to admit, but upon recognizing the manner in which he rolled his lips inward to disguise the fact he was smiling, you figured smacking his hands was well worth the weird look from the woman waiting to speak to you.

————

Wednesday was a gale-force.

You went for it.

Arriving at dawn, you prioritized catching Eddie at the beginning of his morning cigarette.

He was leaning against the wall, upper body hunched with his hand cupped around his mouth, flicking his lighter until more than sparks stood against the gusts whipping the collar of his coveralls against his neck. His hair was blown back from his face, granting you the full picture of his raised eyebrows.

“Good morning, Eddie!”

“Hey? You’re early. I thought you’d get swept away on your bike like Dorothy, and I’d have to seek the courage to find you.”

“So in this scenario you’re the Cowardly Lion?” you asked, sidling up next to him to be heard above the wind.

He considered the implication and shrugged. “Guess even in my wildest dreams I’m still a coward.” Like any nice person, you sprung to assure him that despite your very short month of knowing each other, he (probably) wasn’t a coward, and he caught you. He caught you with your mouth wide open, ready to defend his honor.

Smoke slipped from his coy lips.

You tutted, “I think you’re the Scarecrow.” No brains.

“Anyway,” you went on, back to the reason your calves ached from pedaling like a mad man to get here at the same time as him. “It’s not like I bike that far. Bobbie’s parents live on that street next to the big open field, like, fifteen minutes away. Maybe twenty. Or ten?” You pointed vaguely north.

There’s a reason you never navigated on road trips.

“I thought they sold that empty lot forever ago,” he said.

“Well, unless they sold it to a bunch of tiny white mice who scurry every time I open the back door, I think it’s still abandoned.” You took your hands out of your jacket pockets and displayed them. “Not just mice, either. The other day I swear there was a spider the size of my palm in the bathroom.”

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he tipped his head back to blow the smoke above him before leaning over to study your hands up close. Contemplating them with keenness under the gray wash sky. Mumbling numbers to himself as if he were taking measurements.

He straightened up, and concluded, “Eh, not that impressive with how small your hands are.”

“Are they small?”

You faced him and presented your right hand.

Take the bait. Take the bait. Take the bait.

Eddie rolled onto his shoulder, body still at an angle from his legs crossed at the ankles. With a blank face, he understood what you wanted and decided to indulge your silliness, even if it meant sacrificing his warmth.

Uncrossing his arms, he wiped his hands on his clothes first out of habit.

Come on, Eddie.

None the wiser, he matched your thumbs. Pressed his left hand to yours.

Holy shit. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Mm,” you hummed. You leaned in for a better look.

His hand was warm and damp from sweat. Concentrated heat emanated from his palm sealed to yours, securing the soft cups together, aligning the stretch of your fingers. Where yours were soft, his were rough. Lines of thick calluses. Hardened exteriors acting as a barrier from your tender self discovering what his skin truly felt like brushing over your own.

He wore three rings. All gaudy and themed. Costume-y. Definitely not of the wedding variety.

That didn’t mean he was single, but you doubted he was taken when you turned to him, and found his large nose to be inches from yours, and his gaze to be fond of your cheeks before meeting your eyes.

He bent the top joint of his fingers over yours, and slid his thumb to the outside, crowding your bones in a tight squeeze, establishing his advantage. “Still small,” he said, toothy and boyish; mouth crooked, and hand rolled cigarette bouncing on the syllables. “Let me know when you see a spider as big as my palm.”

Hypnotized, you agreed with whatever he said. “Duly noted. I’ll keep an eye out.”

His Cupid’s bow had no business being that sharp, nor his bottom lip that plump.

————

Thursday was raw.

Nighttime was a purple haze chasing the orange glow behind the trees. You walked around the garage with a small trash can in your arms, tidying up the place. Eddie was staying late again. He said it was to make up for Monday’s mess, but those jobs were completed days ago.

You nudged his boots to get his attention on your way to clean up the work bench. Though you wouldn’t consider yourselves close, you collected the few details you knew of his life, and held them dear to your heart, feeling privileged to know them. “Is your uncle not working today?”

His thighs flexed under the strained fabric of his uniform as he cranked a wrench. “He is,” he grunted from beneath the car, “I’m just trying to get in some hours before he leaves for the night shift.”

Fuck it, you’ll just ask. “How come you work late so often?”

The grinding stopped. For a moment, Eddie laid there, stomach rising and falling as he debated with himself. Seconds went by until he set down the tool and rolled out, sitting up on the creeper board.

Your question struck pink across his pale cheeks. Rather, the way you avoided it brought shame to his face. Why don’t you want to spend more time with your family?

The societal judgment of what he was about to admit weighed on him. He curled in on himself. Drew his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them loosely, latching at the wrist. He braced the words on his tongue–raw and vulnerable–and slipped a finger under his bandana to scratch at his temple.

“Sometimes I’d rather just be here,” he began slowly. “As soon as I get home, I’m the problem solver, you know? Whatever needs to be done, I have to do it while Adrie’s talking a mile a minute, screaming every question under the sun at me, and climbing all over me. I’m doing shit like trying to not burn her dinner while switching over the laundry and picking up the living room and telling her not to touch the stove and fighting with her to take a bath and making sure she has clothes picked out for the morning because if she doesn’t, then I have to spend twenty minutes calming her down before we leave for school so she can decide which shirt she wants to wear, and God.” He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his fingers on either side of his nose, muffling his voice. “I know I’m a shit dad, but sometimes I just want to turn my brain off, and stay here instead.”

“You’re not a shit dad,” you said with soft conviction.

He disregarded you with a mean scoff. “I sound like I hate my kid.”

“You sound overwhelmed, and tired, Eddie.”

“Maybe..”

Remembering you were holding the trash can, you set it down and leaned your hip on the workbench, settling into a comfortable position with a gentle ease of kindness to your expression, showing him it was okay to vent. You’d listen. It was safe. It was safe to show you the ugly parts of him. It would be okay.

You approached the next topic with care, though you could infer the answer for yourself now, “Is there no one else you can rely on besides your uncle to help alleviate some of the stress?”

“No. It’s just us. My parents have been out of the picture for a long time, and Adrie’s mom, uh..” He surrendered to the need for eye contact, wanting to see you, and stated evenly, “Adrie’s mom and I were never together. She was a customer of mine–”

Darting your gaze around the room, you pointed at the garage in an expression of ‘Really, dude?’

He turned puckish. He pinched his index and thumb together and tapped them to his smirk, indicating a much different line of work. You ‘ahh’d.

“Yeah, not a frequent flier either, just someone I saw here and there at parties or whatever. All it took was one night of stupidity. One fucking night of mistake after mistake, man.. N-Not that I think of Adrienne as a mistake! God, no. Just–y’know–the events leading up to her weren’t ideal.”

You held your hand up to stop him. “I’m not judging you. My parents never bothered to correct themselves.”

Mutual pain converged in your matching shrugs. Both of you were the undesireables. Though, he couldn’t imagine you being called a mistake when his failures were glaring.

Sinking into the solace of your presence, he explained further, “Adrie’s mom said–at most–three sentences to me after giving birth, and that was it. Everything else was handled by the court. She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with us, so sole custody should’ve been easy, but the system fucking sucks. Not once did I say anything contradictory; I made it clear from the beginning I wanted my daughter, but I know how I look on paper.. Trailer trash through and through. Busted for drugs more than once. Living with my uncle in a single bedroom piece of shit. Taking three attempts to pass high school. No real job at the time, and beyond broke. They kept trying to convince her to split custody, at least for the first year, but no.” There was a cynical dejection about him. One of haunting acceptance, thinking lowly of himself with his head hung, and glazed over eyes staring faraway. “She found someone better. Some guy with money who lived in Indianapolis, and she wanted to start a life with him. Move on from Adrienne. And me.”

“Eddie?” you called out to him.

“Hm?”

“You may not view my opinion highly, but I think you’re a great dad, and person. Money, reputation, criminal record or whatever else can go fuck itself.” You folded your legs under you, and sat opposite him with your back resting against the table leg. He scooted closer on his board, narrowing the swath of concrete between you to a few feet. “Beat yourself up all you want, but your love for your daughter is apparent. She’s happy. She’s safe. She’s fed. You take care of her just fine, and you’re allowed to feel frustrated, and you’re allowed to feel like you need a break.”

When he remained unconvinced, you insisted, “Adrie adores you, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “I know. That’s why Wayne never has these problems with her. It’s only me she’s ultra clingy with. Like if she’s not attached to me twenty-four-seven I cease to exist and she’ll never see me again.”

Something beautiful occurred in his shy glance. In his bashful smile. In the clumsy removal of his bandana, pulling his hair free from the ponytail and shaking it out. Wild.

His big brown eyes regarded you, and you beheld him in a similar light.

Something changed.

No longer casual acquaintances; you two looked at each other like you were friends.

“Sorry for rambling so much,” Eddie said.

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Good. Because I’m not done.” He crept forward a few more inches, and aired his grievances in a lighthearted tone, bitching for the sake of getting it off his chest, “This time of year is really rough on us. Gotta buy her all new school supplies with whatever franchise or animal she’s obsessed with now. Which is unicorns, by the way. And, y’know kids grow like crazy. If it’s not an entire new wardrobe, then it’s the shoes. I swear this kid goes through shoes like she’s ruining them on purpose. I’m almost certain I buy new ones every time I blink.”

A car passed on the street outside; the only break in the suffocating silence of a brick building echoing Eddie’s dramatic hand gestures as he sought sanity.

“She starts kindergarten next September and I’m already dreading it. She’s made lots of friends, which I’m grateful for.. Seriously, I’m really grateful that she’s made friends so easily, but she always wants to dress like them, do the things they do, go the places they go, and I try to figure out ways to afford it, but sometimes it’s too much, and I fucking despise telling her ‘no.’ Then there’s also the birthday parties basically every other weekend, and you can’t attend those empty-handed either, can you?”

You nodded patiently. “I suppose you are correct.”

“Kids are expensive, and it’s only worse at Christmas,” he concluded. Your stomach growled. “You want to leave, don’t you?”

Remaining in your slumped over position with your elbow propped on your thigh, and your cheek to your fist with your eyes closed, you asked, “What gave you that idea?”

He could mock you to his heart’s content, but you were right.

“Shit,” he exhaled, reading the wall clock. “We should go. Wayne leaves for work soon.”

“And Bobbie’s probably waiting for me to get home to gush about her girlfriend.” You stood up and stretched. “It’s cute, like a long-lost lovers situation, but yeah, she can go on for hours.”

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Friday was cloudy with a chance of sun.

Tires screeched to a stop in the driveway of the garage, and someone honked their horn incessantly.

Startled, Eddie hit his head on the hood of the car he was bent over, and hissed between his teeth. He rubbed at the sore spot and glared behind him, ready to tell the nuisance off.

Except, if he did that, he’d be telling off his best friend.

“Of course it’s you,” he projected in a clipped voice, making his annoyance known.

Steve slammed his car door shut, and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette while Eddie made his way over. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “I’m here on my lunch break, so if you wouldn’t mind gettin’ a little pep in your step, Munson.”

Passing by your inquisitive face smashed to the window beside your desk, Eddie raised his hand to show you everything was okay, and that there was no need to chew someone out for causing a disturbance.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie asked, shuffling up to him. The sun was warm on his skin; a nice change from the shadowy cold warehouse, and Steve basked in it as well, golden hair flopping in the gentle breeze.

There was a moment where they both displayed their nervous habits. Eddie with his tongue prodding the inner corner of his lips, and Steve taking inventory of his surroundings during the drag of his cigarette.

“Look,” Steve stressed. Eddie sighed. “We haven’t seen much of you lately, and Nancy had the idea to go to the theater to see that horror movie that came out a few weeks ago. We’ll probably have the whole place to ourselves, and she, ah, invited someone else. Someone who is also single, if you catch my very obvious drift.”

Eddie’s hand immediately climbed its way to his throat, stroking the column and making a sound of disinterest. “I dunno, man.”

“Well, we’ve already paid the babysitter to watch a third kid, and we don’t mind Adrie sleeping over for the night. You can drop her off at 4 and, uh–” He nodded at his coveralls. “Get cleaned up, or whatever and meet us at 6. Make a good first impression.” At Eddie’s apathetic grunt, he sighed, “I know what you’re gonna say, but your date’s already agreed to go, and it’d be a shame if you left them hanging.”

Rolling his shoulders, Eddie forced himself to stop fidgeting by stuffing his hands in his pockets, and focused on the clouds crawling across the sky. “Fine. What’re they like?”

“Your date?”

“Yes, my fucking date you moron.”

Steve shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Dunno. I said Nancy’s the one who invited her, not me.”

Eddie faltered, “So, you don’t even know if she’s into someone like me?” When Steve quirked his eyebrow, it just increased Eddie’s agitation. He made sweeping motions down his body. Steve continued to smoke with a dumb pout. “Jesus, dude.” He stamped in a circle, making a big show with his arms, imploring with an exhausted bite to his tone, “You know what I’m asking.”

“No, I don’t know if she’s into metalhead freaks who are dads, sorry.”

“You’re the bane of my existence.”

“So it’s an official ‘yes?’” he asked without the sarcasm. “I mean, you might as well show up. Wayne’s got his poker tournament with his friends today, doesn’t he? That means you’ll have the place to yourself. Hey, play your cards right and you’ll get some action tonight. I imagine you haven’t gotten lucky since Adrie’s conception, yeah?”

Steve’s laugh was explosive and loud, but it petered out to a pitying noise the longer Eddie squinted into the distance.

“Really? I was just trying to joke with you. Sorry, man.”

Eddie lifted one side of his mouth in a dull grin. “S’kay.”

“Well,” Steve said, flicking the rest of his cigarette. “Just be yourself. Maybe keep the nerdy talk to a minimum, and you’re golden.” He turned to leave, and stopped. “Oh! And Robin’s back in town, if you didn’t hear. She’ll be there tonight too, serving as the fifth wheel, so at least you won’t be the most awkward one there. Come to think of it, I think it’s her friend who’ll be your date.”

“Sounds promising.”

“See ya at 6!” Steve said as he opened the door and fell into place behind the wheel, beaming pure sunshine up at Eddie.

“Yeah, bye.”

Going back inside the garage, it took a second for Eddie’s eyes to adjust to the darkness, and his first inclination was to look over at you behind your desk, totally filling out the paperwork in front of you, regardless if you were holding a pen or not.

Many thoughts crossed his mind upon watching you open random drawers, and shuffle papers to appear busy. Rationally, he should’ve jumped at the chance for Steve’s offer. A night out with someone without the looming responsibility of adulthood sounded like heaven.. But there was a knot in his stomach telling him to reject the date–not because he couldn’t be bothered, like Steve assumed, but because he pictured someone specific the instant he spoke the arrangement into existence.

The jaded, pessimistic part of him argued it shouldn’t matter what you thought about his love life. You two were hardly friends, and you were a drifter in search of your next big adventure. This small town wasn’t your home. You’d move on. And he should too.

He opened the glass door, and you feigned like you hadn’t been staring at him and Steve attempting to read their lips for the past few minutes. “Hey, I’ve got somewhere to be later, so I’ll actually be leaving on time today.”

“Oh, good!” you said. “Me too.”

Eyeing your thumbs up, he snorted and shook his head.

Yeah, he should move on before this feeling in his chest evolved into something bigger.

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i-wanna-b-yours · 2 years

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i am hungry

#what to eat #i ate all the biscuits i had in my 'emergency snacks' container

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cheesus-doodles · 3 months

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Yakuza Boss Izana + Pudding

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took the previous week off to rest, am back at it again! happy belated valentine's day! the izzy in this is in my head is the shaggy hair future izzy <3

"Hey!" But you could only pout as you watched Izana dig into your half-eaten pudding. "That's mine!"

"Serves you right," the white-haired man huffed, spooning a generous heap of pudding straight into his mouth as he swiftly dodged your attempts to grab the cup back. You really were adorable, he mused as he watched you from the corner of his eye, to think that you could match his speed and reflexes. "You ate my share."

It was a rather cold winter afternoon down by the banks of the river, the overcast sky blocking out any sign of the usual sunlight, and the breeze that swept down the waterway only lowering the temperature even more. Well bundled up in your thick coat, you still shivered slightly, snuggling into your finance's side - and for all his pointed words, Izana was more than happy to let you, pulling you closer to him.

You shot a few more longing glances at your rapidly diminishing sweet treat, lightly brushing a strand of hair aside from his cheek before it could touch the pudding. "But what makes you think its yours Izzy?"

"You know what day it is!" His rebuttal came immediately. Though, the yakuza boss did note that you seemed more amused than distraught at his antics as he grumpily polished off the last of the dessert, before haphazardly tossing the now empty container back into your paper bag without a second glance and plopping down to lay his head on your lap. That was delicious, and you should be ashamed.

Twelve years the two of you have been together, and you have never failed even once to make - hand make - a treat for him on Valentine’s Day, be it chocolates, biscuits or any number of other sweets. Yet today, of all days, he was the one that had to hunt you down, only to find you by the bank of your favorite river, enjoying a treat in the form of a pudding by yourself. His pudding.

"I can't believe you," he grumbled. It was an unusual look for the well feared mafia boss who laid sprawled across your lap, sulking like a rebuffed child, violet gaze refusing to meet yours. "Eating all by yourself. Today!"

You didn't answer him, but the slightest ruffle of the paper bag caught Izana's attention even as you continued to run one hand through his mob of hair. And blank eyes turned just in time to catch you pulling out a second cup of pudding from your paper bag.

"Guess this one is mine then," you chirped playfully, popping open the top to reveal a pristine soft surface off which light bounced, the pudding glinting even in the dim sunlight. "Don't mind if I -"

The pudding cup was gone from your hand before you could finish your sentence. And your jaw-dropped expression were reflected in that familiar empty gaze as you followed the sound of slurping to find said stolen cup in the tanned hands of your finance. "HEY!"

Izana only started chewing faster.

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surrinta · 5 months

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LOADING: the pudding, the class and the big big brat ₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘

content: be aware of reader having abnormal eating habits n over involved friends. as in concerningly abnormal n her mates have had enuff. you eat like this?? tell someone pls. what else? oh yeah, mentions of implied bulimia (reader is not bulimic) nnn (my memory omg) undisclosed relationship hehe. reader is sort of a brat, female n black coded ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

headers from @v6que <3

“mama you need t’finish this”

you glowered at him over the tops of your glasses as you played with the rim of the rice pudding pot he had picked out for you. ony merely stared back at you. you were all mean faced n pouty, arms crossed tight across your chest — he scoffed. you looked like a damn kitten glaring like that.

he checked his gold linked watch. he had about ten minutes till training and you hadn’t even cracked open the lid of the pot yet.

eren and ony had been watching your eating habits for a while, unbeknownst to you. you barely finished your meals when you three went out, merely sliding it over to them and claiming you were full. you skipped meals — ESPECIALLY breakfast and would only eat about one to two small things. if even. last time you brought in lunch ony had to ransack your bag and get a second eye witness, being eren because he could not in good conscious believe that you had only brought in three small tangerines for lunch.

to your credit you snacked like a motherfucker.

you claimed you didn’t have any disordered eating patterns but the last time they made you sit and eat breakfast recommended for a living breathing person and not your pitiful banana and three biscuits or whatever the hell else you cocked up — you got the worst stomach ache, could barely stand upright.

eren and ony took it upon themselves to meal plan and prep for you. no tv during meal times, no talking and you weren’t to leave spoonfuls behind. they gave you options and as much time as you pleased to pick.

you were good for the most part. but today you seemed to have hit a threshold. ony narrowed his eyes before releasing a breath. he’s never cared when you’ve hit your limit, however. he knew how much you could take. this atrocious display of pure cheek was not your limit.

“just, open it, baby. eat a few spoons for me”

you took in the arm he had on the back of the couch in the student lounge area. you felt bad. hated them fussing. but you ate! most times. well. if you ever whipped up the app you downloaded to see if you were getting your recommended daily intake of calories and showed it to them you’d be a finished person. so perhaps there was room for improvement, but you weren’t starving yourself. you held back an irritated breath. not on purpose. when he plopped the rice pudding pot in front of you, you had barely contained an eye roll and a mumbled, ‘not this again’.

you cracked open the tin foil. took up a white plastic spoon and downed three mouthfuls.

“done”

“you ate three damn spoons”

“you said eat a few spoons for me”

“i-“, ony felt his eye twitch. you raised your eyebrows as if to say you had won the little argument. you picked up your phone to mindlessly tap; pearl studded acrylics tapping against the screen before ony snatched it.

“nigga-“

“eat, im not fucking around. i asked your girls, told me all you had today was water and a damn nutrigain bar. that shit ain’t food”. he furrowed his brows as he planted your phone on the table. you sat back and folded your arms as you stared at the wooden surface. ony knew that you probably didn’t have an eating disorder. you liked food. you snacked religiously and when they followed you to the bathroom to press an ear to the door they didn’t get the feeling that you were throwing it all up either. granted eren nearly crashed to the ground when you had flung open the door. you had gazed up at them with a question before shaking it off, settling for their unreasonable abnormalities and undiagnosed clinginess. one less thing to worry about for them.

still didn’t explain your aversion to eating anything of substance.

“fine!” you huffed as you opened up the pot again, spooning some more of the creamy rice into your mouth. ony watched you patiently. he had noticed how tired you were getting. how irritable you could be at times, a brat as he would call you more often than not. he wanted you healthy and he knew you could do it. you just needed a push cause you were so damn stubborn.

he checked his watch again. training was in five. he got up just as he saw your girls come in to your table. he nodded at them, dapped a few as they sat down.

“i have training-“, he started at the group.

“coulda fooled me”, he shot you a look as if to say he was only an inch away from telling you he wasn’t talking to you. he slung his gym bag onto one shoulder.

“she needs to finish this”. your girls nodded eagerly adding comments of their own about your terrible eating patterns as you glared.

“thanks, guys”. ony grabbed your jaw, smushed your blush painted cheeks.

“see you in a bit, ma”

you mumbled out a bye and not even a second later eren had come through the door, dapping up ony as he eyed your little table. you threw your head back so hard you were surprised you didn’t knock yourself out. eren was a lot gentler, a bit softer than onyankopon — who always seemed ready to eat the head off you. eren had potential to possess rage but in waves, nearly. just waves.

till you pushed.

“not happy to see me?”

your friends were but you cut eyes at him before begrudgingly fixing a hug into his side when he pinched at your ribs as you jumped n squealed. he gave a pretty grin, canines peeking before he tucked you into the space between his ribs. your girls were always so awestruck by the pure affection that was always displayed with the three of you. natural n loving n casual. the sweetest.

he sat across from you, greeted your friends, opened up your pot of rice pudding, ate a spoon and then scooped up another to tell you to open your mouth. he usually communicated with you in japanese and as if on autopilot you opened to eat it. no, “what’s this about you not eating?”, he just started talkin. he alternated between telling you about his day n spoon feeding you, eating off of yours at random and before you knew it, it was finished.

“so”, eren fixed you with a dimpled grin, green eyes a glitter. “guess who has a food and nutrition module in about-“, he checked his watch. “ten minutes”.

you pulled a face. “let’s see, someone i don’t give two rats ab-“

“watch it”

you slumped your shoulders back, simultaneously swinging your legs to one side to let the girls out. they had some nursing lab of their own to get to. you were two parts surprised they were even attempting to go to class. usually they bunked off if eren or ony were chilling with you. you cocked an eyebrow at them as they gave giggled goodbyes. you supposed they had to get their life in order at some point. it was final year after all.

“you’re coming”

you shrugged. interestingly you loved topics about nutrition. “no sweat off my back”, you gave a little smile. “i love this subject”

eren eyed you as you picked up your kipling satchel, miffy plush swinging from the corduroy material. “good cause i told the professor i’m bringing in someone that would love to participate in this specific module”

your eye twitched. “you did what?”

#aot x reader #aot #eren x reader #ony x black reader #ony x y/n #aot x female reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot fanfiction #aot scenarios

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sludge-wizard · 1 year

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List of my headcanons that are real from the movie:

-Luigi struggles to keep up with Mario for health reasons (He states he has bad knees in the opening) -Luigi is scared of big dogs -Luigi 100% swears ("That HELLhound is gonna escape!") -Luigi was a gifted kid ("You're bringing your brother down with you", the refusal to talk back at dinner, the block castle) -Luigi 100% eats whatever Mario doesn't like (Taking the mushrooms from his pasta, eating it when Mario doesn't want to) -Mario and Luigi are VERY SMALL GUYS -Mario was NOT a golden/perfect child -Luigi is a bit of a mama's boy, likely due to being shy and her needing to do things on his behalf (Giving him his soup directly after he struggled to get any bread or salad, THANKS UNCLE TONY) -The boys share a room -Mario sucks as video games but still plays them because he's stubborn -Large immigrant family living together -Mario is an INCREDIBLY stubborn person -Princess Peach is less of a ruler and more of a guardian/protector/spokesperson -King Boo and the presence of boos in Bowser's strongholds implies he's taken over their former spaces when they were alive ("the darklands. they're under Bowser's control") -The shell is NOT part of the Koopa's body (The dry bones had a separated spine from the shell) -Coins are pretty big -The blue shell is the highest ranking troop, with other shell colours indicating rank as well. -Power ups are as much a tool as a weapon -Cheep cheeps are just fish -There's an entire kingdom of Kongs, containing both monkeys and gorillas -Cranky Kong is Donkey Kong Senior, and Donkey Kong's father -Mario was not a natural at all, even if he was a sporty kid -Power-ups can actively transform the body and not JUST augment it (The super-bell giving mario cat reflexes and adjusting his joints to operate like a cat's. also a plus, he purrs when grooming himself and makes biscuits on DK's back briefly) -Shortcuts to skip worlds are real (The cannons, rainbow road) -Anti grav can be toggled, but will auto enable under certain conditions -Bowser's green scales run down his back and under his shell (it's hard to see but noticeable in the fake proposal scene) -Mario is a kart guy and peach is a Bike gal -Koopas tend to greatly admire feats of strength and power, and sparing somebody is seen as very romantic. -bullet bills are sentient -all humans are cartoony -Bowser isn't just a bully, he's actually a sad and hurt person who grew up alone and likely fought for the throne

#the super mario bros movie #mario movie #super mario #luigi #mario movie spoilers #the super mario bros movie spoilers

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omgeto · 9 months

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☆ THREE ISN'T A CROWD — SATORU & SUGURU

summary: your best friends, geto and gojo, rail you in a hotel bed. that's it. that's the fic.

cw: afab!reader, finger fucking, unprotected sex, double penetration so mdni !!

an: I wrote this whilst drinking a big fat cup of tea, and eating a packet of stale biscuits. so no angsty romance today, just two besties appreciating you in their own special way. it is 5:40 am so I did not proof read this so ignore mistakes pls <;33

gojo and geto were mischievous on their own accords – but when together it was worse. so when you were sandwiched between them in your hotel room, since of course there was only one bed, you weren’t even surprised.

“this is not fair,” gojo mumbles, his lips curling into a mock pout as he exhales a huff of air.

“oh don’t be a baby,” geto scolds, with a chuckle . gojo and geto bickered over who got to sleep where and after a lengthy game of rock paper scissors – it was gojo who had to face the wall. “you’ll get your turn soon.” you could feel geto’s breath on your neck as he was placed firmly behind you, his hands stuffed in your pants as his fingers caress your wet slit.

“don’t be mean sugu,” you chastise, your hand trailing up gojo's back to his shoulder to turn him over, facing you, “there’s enough of me to go around.” gojo is needy, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips, wanting to taste all of you.

gojo didn’t think his plan would work, when he proposed it to geto he was swift in his agreement — the only thing left was you. their pretty little best friend. who they've both wanted a piece of, for years.

now that he’s got you, he couldn’t contain himself – if he wasn’t careful he knew he’d be cumming in his boxers too soon. he latches onto your neck sucking and biting his hands grabbing onto your tits, tweaking and pinching at your nipples.

“you’re hogging her,” gojo complains, as his fingers slip down to your cunt. geto adds another finger spreading your lips wider as gojo’s forces his fingers into you. they were both rubbing your pussy. your wetness making it easier for gojo to piston in and out of you and for geto to stroke and flick against your clit with his thumb.

“g-guys fuck, you’re both too much,” you whimper, your hips thrusting towards gojo, slotting onto his fingers further. geto’s slides his tongue from your collar bone to your jaw before his hand grips onto it, his lips remain at your ears as he whispers, “you gonna cum for us baby?”

“yeah c’mon make a mess for us,” gojo adds, continuing his pattern of rubs and pushes in your pussy, its almost as if he’s committed the rhythm to memory. he was effortless in working with geto, both aiding each other to help you reach your climax. geto pinches your clint, hard, and you spray both of their hands with your cum – squirting all over them.

gojo’s eyes widen at the sight, “shit, i didn’t know you could do that” he exclaims, taking his fingers out of you, examining them as they glisten with your juices, “suguru, did she know that she could do that?”

geto ignores him, rolling his eyes at his friends over excitement, “wanna be wowed even further, taste her, i bet she’s sweet.” before gojo could comply you take his fingers in your mouth, practically choking on them as you suck off all your juices.

“you taste good don’t you?” geto muses, pressing a kiss to your neck, you nod dumbly as you lock eyes with gojo still nibbling on his fingers.

“hey suguru, can we try something with her,” gojo proposes, and geto nods, prompting him to continue, “i wanna stuff her. i want both of us to stuff her.

“we can make that happen, can't we?” geto smirks, rubbing on your ass giving it a light smack, “come sit on my dick, i’ll take of you.”

“what about me?” gojo whines, groaning as you're pulled away from him and on top of geto.

“you’ll get yours in due time, satoru,” geto scolds, taking out his dick giving it some light pumps before rubbing it across your slit. you force yourself down on him, your hands clawing at his chest as you push it down. you were already gushing at the feeling of geto inside of you, filling you whole. so the idea of having them both in you had you excited, grinding down onto geto’s dick as hard as he was thrusting into you.

“are you seeing this?” geto asks gojo, gesturing to the way your head was thrown back and your lips were clenched in your teeth, “the way our pretty friend here is all strung out on my dick?”

gojo’s eyes were focused on the way you bounced repeatedly on his best friends dick, furiously pumping his as the sight. the way your grabbed your tits and played with your nipples, moaning to the beat of geto’s thrusts, he knew he needed to be inside of you.

he gets out of the bed, coming to kneel behind you, peppering kisses along your spine. “i think theres room for me, isn’t there?” he jests, slightly pushing you forward, eyeing the way geto’s dick slides in and out of you.

you take a shark inhale at the feeling of gojo entering you, “you’re good,” geto reassures, “you can take us.” and you moan as you get used to the feeling of the both of them, their dicks rubbing together as they drive into you, instantly finding a rhythm.

“you feel so fuckin’ good, w-way too good,” gojo moans, holds you from behind, his chest presses against your back, his hands cupping your boobs as his head rests on your shoulders.

“‘m close,” geto mutters, smirking at the sight of you, the feeling of you. “you gonna let us cum inside of you? really keep you filled up.” you moan out in agreement, your head felt so foggy with the feeling of them both charging into you. geto gives gojo a knowing smile, and as if on cue, they both load into you showering you with their cum. you finish at the same as them with a high pitched moan, releasing onto them, feeling stuffed with all their cum, and yours, resting inside of you.

“now that,” gojo pulls out of you, pressing an appreciative kiss on the corner of your lips before collapsing on the bed with a blissful smile, “was fucking magical.”

“yeah i guess it was good,” geto chuckles, still inside of you, kissing you on your forehead, his hand slinging over your ass, as you slump on top of him, “how are you feeling?”

“you two are exhausting,” you joke with a smile, “but i can see why i kept you around as my friends.” although this was something that you yourself didn’t plan, you weren’t gonna deny that being freshly fucked and laid up with your two best friends wasn’t all that bad.

AN: I think you can see my heavy bias for geto come thru in this fic but oh well DIVIDERS BY @/CAFEKITSUNE I wrote this more for time than anyone else tbf BUT TELL ME WHAT U THINK since I am iffy on my smut skills

#stampedwithanE★#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x you #geto x you

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Hi there! I saw that you ask for request about the demons, so I'm here to request for Gyutaro with a S/O who wants to have a tea party with him.

That's it, hope you have a good day!

Hoi! Thank you for requesting (^0^.) And for requesting Gyutaro too, I've not written anything for him yet so I hope I got him right.

I hope you enjoy these headcanons ☆彡 My askbox is always open if you want to slide anything my way - e.g. questions, personal headcanons, request etc. - and if you have the time.

Gyutaro with an S/O who wants a tea party with Him - Headcanons:

You want a what? A tea party? With him???

Surprisingly it takes very little to convince him to join you for one - He's always been weak to your pouty lips and watery doe eyes

A day chosen and blocked out in both of your schedules

And when he first arrives, Gyutaro stands awkwardly in your kitchen doorway not knowing where you wantd him to be until you usher him with your soft voice and hands and force him down in a comfortable cushioned chair across from yours

"You've really gone all out,huh?" He grumbles, looking at the large round table filled with serving stands and a pretty teapot with matching cups + saucers

One serving stand with four tiers, holding different types of sandwiches - Noting the range of flavours you've made (Cheese. Ham + Mayo, Tuna Mayo, Egg Cress to name a few)

Another filled with cakes and one of scones with clotted cream and jam - strawberry Gyutaro notes with a wrinkle of his nose

As well as pastries, petits-fours, biscuits and cookies

Won't admit it but he does have a sweettooth - Eyeing up the tiers that contain a large variety of cakes, biscuits and cookies - already picking the order of what sweet-thing to eat first

A whine parting his lips when with a wiggle of your brows - and that stunning smile of yours - you piled his plate with sweet goodies

You'd even gone all out with the teas! Having brewed three different types - Earl Grey, Ginger with Honey and Lavender

"There's and order to drinking the tea Gyutaro!" You said, excitedly filling up his cup with one of them "We have to save the Lavender for last as it's meant to be soothing and the perfect drink for nerves"

Gyutaro followed your order, sniffing each type of tea before drinking - nose wrinkling in disgust at the strong smell of the ginger although it tasted nice with honey

You'd even brought card and board games as entertainment!

While tea parties are meant to last about 2-3 hours long, this tea party lasted for 4 hours

Simply enjoying each others company

Letting the comforting sounds of your home - of the nature outside and the sound of rain - sink into the foundations

And when you both did speak, it was calmly and relaxed

"Lets....Lets do this again," Gyutaro murmurs into his cup, form hunching over in fear of rejection "I enjoyed this....."

Gyutaro's heart skips a beat when you joyful agree - his lips wobbling up into a smile back as a shy giggle bubbles in his chest

And thus, a tradition was born for you both

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #kimetsu no yaiba gyutaro #gyutaro #kny gyutaro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba gyutaro x reader #demon slayer gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x reader #anime x reader #x reader #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Taste Too Good [My Hero Academia]

an: thanks once again to my thirsty bestie @tired-biscuit for fuelling my desire to write for these loveable idiots! ^^

prompt: so pussy drunk from the first time eating you out, they cum entirely untouched

feat: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou

warnings: pussy eating, pussy fingering, office sex, rutting, quirk use(specifically Denki), marking, biting, just the guys getting off on how fucking good you taste

Masterlist

Bakugou Katsuki

It had happened so fast.

The overwhelming swell of lust consumed you both, dragging you under the waves until there was no oxygen left - only Bakugou.

He was your air, your reason to draw breath; all you wanted was to make him happy.

You had expected to settle on your haunches, to worship him whilst he towered overhead. His frame was so mammoth and imposing; broad shoulders and muscles barely contained by his dark button-up.

With his sleeves rolled to his elbows, you nearly drooled at the sight of his corded forearms and the strength they displayed.

Instead, you found yourself stripped bare and tossed atop his massive bed, bouncing on the brushed cotton sheets.

You had whined as he kissed down your torso, showing no sign of removing his clothes and that simply wouldn’t do.

“Kat - please.”

His crimson eyes rolled in feigned annoyance but the smirk showed exactly how pleased he was that you want to see more of him.

“For a kiss,” he bartered with a smug smile.

You were more than willing to oblige, pulling him down by his collar until your lips crashed against his. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and salty, the pace alternating between slow and steady to hurried and frantic. Katsuki tasted like whiskey - smoky and peaty - delicious enough to make you lick your swollen lips as he drew back.

The button-up disappeared into a dark corner leaving him bare-chested and magnificent. A literal wall of muscle with a scattering of scars, and it stole your breath to look at him.

Your foot braced against his toned pec, taking in the sight of the ash blond God that knelt between your thighs, drinking him down in delight.

Katsuki kissed along your calf until his nose pressed against the fat of your thigh, a low moan issuing from his throat sending sparks to dance in your veins.

You could hardly believe it; the big burly pro hero known for his surly, no-nonsense attitude was pussy drunk - on you, no less!

The blond licked a fat strip up your soaked cunt, tugging on the puffy flesh of your lower lips with insistent motions.

Guttural groans vibrated into your throbbing clit, your bud tender from the array of orgasms that the hulking male had pulled from you!

Your toes sank into the bunching muscles of his broad shoulders, sensing their every ripple as he prodded once more at your gushing entrance. Slick already coated his fingers, drenched up to the knuckles as he pressed against your velvet walls.

“So good - taste so fucking delicious,” he grunted, lips dancing across your flesh with his every word.

“Suki - baby. Please, one more.”

Eyes of the brightest rubies locked with your own, widening as he jerked once then twice. His digits pressed firmly against your front wall.

The weight on the bed dipped, Bakugou rolling sideways on a panted breath to reveal a large damp pant on the front of his tight boxers.

“Fuck - never cum untouched before you.”

Midoriya Izuku

Where had your blushing bashful boy gone, and who was this demanding demon of a man?

Midoriya stalked you like a predator, forest green eyes darker than usual as his pupils dilated. Your breathing hitched, feet inching you backwards until your spine met the solid wall of his hallway.

“Izuku?”

He hummed, low and growly in his throat.

Wrapped in the radiant heat of his body, he caged you in, gave you nowhere to run to. He had captured his prey and the towering male bearing the strength to snap you in half with ease, growled at you. The sound making your thighs clench together, dampness spread across your now ruined panties.

Izuku stared down with a determined set to his jaw as he cupped your chin - turned your face from side to side before kissing you soundly.

It took you off guard.

Midoriya was normally reserved, content to wait for you to initiate intimacy. He was cautious, ever the gentleman that worried about overstepping the mark by accident.

Not now, he wasn’t.

He had lost the restraint from his brain the second you had stepped into the restaurant wearing that damn dress.

The violet skirt twirling around your soft thighs, the colour matching perfectly against his dark green curls and eyes. It was like you had gone out of your way to show how perfect you were for him - although he already knew that.

All night he had strained to make conversation, tried to keep it light yet he couldn’t stop his finger from stroking your knuckles atop the table. His knee parting your thighs appeared accidental but it was anything but.

Now you were in his clutches, alone at last and by god he was going to taste you. Midoriya was going to ruin you until no other would ever be able to take his place.

His kiss was deep, carnal and filled with dark desire. Mouths slanted, tongues danced and saliva exchanged.

The sight of the number one hero on his knees for you would be enough to have you sliding to the floor if it wasn’t for his strength keeping you in place.

A knee rested on his broad shoulder as Izuku made out with your cunt. Sloppy kisses made your thighs tremble in delight. The way his tongue circled your entrance to collect the gathering slick, followed by the excited growls forced your hips to rut against his face.

You could feel his hard bulge against your planted leg, Izuku practically humped you as he lashed the very tip of his tongue against your puffy clit - over and over.

“Fuck - Zuku,” you keened for him.

Fingers tightened in his curls, dark emerald eyes lifted to watch your fucked out expression as your release threw you forcibly into an ocean of overwhelming sensations.

He lost it.

The rhythm of his hips picked up, the drag of his aching cock still confined to his dark jeans chased the friction of the denim and your leg.

Drowning in the most exquisite tasting arousal - Izuku spilt into his pants, untouched but more than satisfied.

Kaminari Denki

The taut, slightly nervous smile of your usually confident and charismatic fella caused a smirk to grace your lips.

The swipe of his pink tongue to wet his suddenly parched lips earned a chuckle of delight. His eyes hungered for you but there was a certain timid quality to his expression that made you feel sexy and somewhat powerful.

Kaminari was the jovial spirit in any situation, the one to crack jokes and lighten the mood if things got too serious. Some might say he was the clown, but you knew differently.

He hid behind a mask of comedy, it was a way to protect himself from getting hurt. Kaminari wore his heart on his sleeve, or he had until he chose to place it into your hands, and he hoped you would be careful with it.

You draped your arms over his shoulders, stepping into his body as his own hands settled on your hips. Palms smoothed over your supple skin, toying with the edge of your panties.

Fingers carded into his mane of buttercup locks, fidgeting with the strands as your lips smoothed against the corner of his mouth.

“Whatcha wanna do to me, Denks?”

His grip tightened, pads forcing into the fat of your ass cheeks as he kneaded you - spreading you against his palms.

A shuddering breath fell onto your ears before he spoke, yellow feline-like irises crackling with lightning bolts, studied your features in reverence.

“Wanna - wanna taste you,” he admitted with a groan at how you tugged on his roots.

“Anything for you, my little lightning bug.”

A hand palmed your breast, trapping your nipple between his fingers as he groped at you.

Denki’s mouth was dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. It pooled over his tongue, dribbling to his chin as he slurped you down messily.

The sound of lip smacking was utterly lewd in the otherwise quiet room, his face rubbed from side to side as you ground against his mouth.

Your thighs tightened on either side of his head, trapping him in place - not that he had plans of leaving anytime soon.

The first time was an accident.

A quick buzz of energy to zap straight into your slick folds. It made you jolt and whimper, the electricity flooding through until you trembled uncontrollably.

“Denks! Oh fuck - do it again,” you begged, rolling your hips and locking eyes with golden lust-blown irises.

You barely could note how his pelvis ground against the edge of the bed. Kaminari’s thighs pressed tightly together, the pressure in his aching dick close to bursting point.

Soft lips suckled your puffy clit, rolling it gently until the very tip of his tongue connected, spearing short blasts of his quirk directly into your raw nerves.

As you exploded beneath him, the sight of your spine bowing and the gush of slick to crash against his mouth was his undoing.

Denki moaned and writhed, body jerking as he spilled inside his pants - completely untouched.

Kirishima Eijirou

It was wrong, you knew you should stop, but could you really bring yourself to?

Your boss, pro hero Red Riot, was an utter joy to be around. He was kind, sincere and always genuinely interested in you - not to mention literal sex on legs.

Nearing seven feet in height, packed with muscles on top of muscles and with that wicked-looking quirk, some may have found him intimidating or even scary, but they didn’t know him.

Kirishima was a teddy bear, the most affectionate and tactile person you had ever met and the two of you had been flirting for months.

Your flirtatious bantering finally came to a head one evening, trying to shoo the redhead out of the office given how late it was with little success.

“You got a date or something? Seem awfully desperate to get me out of your hair tonight,” he teased with an exaggerated wink.

“No! Course not,” you squeaked in reply, blush rising to your cheeks as you avert your eyes.

An expansive hand, rough and battle-hardened wrapped around your wrist. With a quick tug, the man behind the desk pulled you to sit before him, scarlet eyes searching your own.

“Pretty little thing like you and you don’t have a date? That can’t be right.”

His vivid red mane looked so soft and inviting, the usual spikes more relaxed given how late it was. His tanned skin was so intriguing under the low lighting, a dusting of stubble gracing his cheeks and you wondered how it would feel against your thighs.

Your heart hammered in your chest, words flowing out before you could think to stop them.

“Why would I be interested in anyone other than the man looking at me now?”

Sharp teeth bit with delicate care, the plush flesh of your inner thighs decorated by his unique markings.

Your upper arms shook from keeping your weight up, Kiri demanded that you watch his every action. Your soft stomach quivered, your ass supported by one of his giant hands as it hung over the edge of the desk and your blouse ripped apart with missing buttons scattered across the floor.

Kirishima thumbed your clit, blowing cool air over your bruised thigh and smearing your essence along your folds.

He shifted you back to allow a hand to fist his aching cock through his pants, letting one thick digit press you open and massaging your velvet walls.

“So fucking pretty. Is this all for me?” he groaned, digging out more of your slick from your fluttering cunt.

You nodded shyly, lashes fluttering slowly as tight pressure rose once more, so close to your next orgasm.

“Want your mouth on me, Kiri,” you mewled in desperation.

His head fell back as he groaned from the cute little nickname that fell onto his ears. At that moment the cord connecting his brain to reasoning severed completely.

His mouth dived for your heat, nose nudging your hood as his tongue licked wide stripes over your puffy lips.

Your thighs tightened around his ears, muffling your lewd moans but only heightening the noises coming from his strong chest.

The second you rutted your cunt against his eager tongue was his undoing, a shiver coursed up his spine as you fucked yourself on his strong, wet muscle.

The mountain of a hero was completely undone by your tight little pussy, how sweet you tasted and how willingly you gave yourself to him.

He was feral, yet untouched.

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hiii loveee!!! i live ur writing smmmm💕💕

i’m wondering if i can request hobie and earthy!reader and her pet (ur choice) having a lazy, rainy day at their apartment, and they bake cookies, watch a show, and just vibe to different kinds of music and hes all romantical nd stuffff 🤭🤭🤭

no pressure gurl take ur time 💕💕

THANK YOU ANGEL🩷🩷 and i absolutely ADORE your blog it's so beautiful 😩

hobie brown x fem!reader

You always loved how nice the kitchen smelled whenever you made something. The way all the different spices would blend perfectly and create an aroma almost more mouthwatering than the food itself.

Today you were baking cookies, the smell of the fresh gingerbread filling your nose in the most alluring way. You had to stop yourself from eating the whole batch by yourself. You've already sneaked two and you'd feel bad if Hobie didn't get anything.

And as if he knew you were thinking of him, you felt his large hands wrap around you from behind, before you felt his full lips press a kiss against the side of your head. His lips lingered there for a while before he pulled back, allowing you to turn your head to give him a real kiss. He accepted it gladly. His eyes looked bloodshot and swollen from the nap he had taken.

His hand reached to the bowl of already baked cookies as you started to flour your kitchen counter in preparation for the next batch. You threw the batter onto the table before you started to roll at it. "They good?" you asked when you saw Hobie take another cookie from the bowl. He nodded with a small smile, still a little drowsy from his nap.

You hadn't even noticed it had started raining until the music from the old CD player in your living area stopped playing. The smooth sounds of Sade were replaced by the soft pelts of rain that hit outside. "V'got something for you," you heard Hobie mutter next to you before he disappeared back into your room. He returned just as you placed the last tray of biscuits in the oven. When you turned to him, smiling in expectance and excitement, he pulled out a jewel case, turning the face to you so you could see what CD it contained.

You shrieked in happiness once you saw what it was, wrapping your arms around Hobies's waist. He smiled like a madman, staring down at your face as you beamed in excitement. "Where'd you get this?!" you asked, taking the case from him to read the back. "I have my ways," was all he said in reply. "Put it in, I'm gonna reheat some leftovers for us," you said. The soft meowing at Hobie's socked feet stopped him in his tracks, and he bent down to pick up the blue-grey shorthair kitten, or your "daughter" as you'd always put it.

Soon Solange's sickeningly sweet and warm voice filled the room, once again drowning out the sound of the rain that still poured outside.

Fall in your ways, so you can crumble Fall in your ways, so you can sleep at night Fall in your ways, so you can wake up and rise...

You came to the couch were Hobie lied silently. Your cat, who you affectionally refer to as your baby, lied curled up snugly next to him on the small couch. The sight made you smile, considering that at first Hobie had been reluctant about meeting your cat, convinced that she wouldn't like him, and now the two were thicker than thieves. You softly used your socked foot to nudge Hobie's side, handing him his food when he rose from the couch to move into a sitting position.

You moved to sit down on the other end of the already small couch, and Hobie, being the touchy person he was, decided that that was much too far away from him for his liking. So he extended his arm to you and practically pulled you into your chest, causing you to hastily grab at the plate of food you still had grasped in your hand. By now your cat had disappeared into another corner of the apartment, having been woken up by the commotion.

The night ended with the two of you fast asleep, you still buried happily in his tight embrace as the TV softly replayed reruns of your favorite show. Hobie has never been one to spend a lot of his time watching shows, trying to follow the unnecessarily difficult plotlines, but he always watched them with you because he knew how much you enjoyed them. He reckons he'd do pretty much anything if it made you happy.

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And Darling, All My Dreaming

This is super late but I had such a hard time with the smut, your feedback would be very helpful, I really hope you enjoy.

The epilogue of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Contains: Mild angst, fluff, smut (fingers, p in v) not beta read.

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But it came easy, darling As natural as another leg around you in the bed frame - Hozier To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe).

Dinner was an affair filled with anticipation, the afternoon patrol shift finished after the run of hot food, so you piled a plate high and waited outside your window for Ghost to walk by. He protested at first, commenting that he couldn't stop to eat, but a quick call over the radio had Alejandro running to fill in for ten minutes while chuckling about love.

But that was two hours ago, and as the seconds passed, your excitement grew. Simon's shift would be over, which meant he was making his way to you right now and right on cue, his signature knock sounded at your door as you rushed up to open it. "Hi, come in."

He was maskless, his hair slightly damp from the shower he must have taken before coming to your door, and he stepped into your room with a smile. "Hello love." He leaned down and pressed a chased kiss to your cheek, and you took a deep breath as the smell of his shampoo filled the air around you.

You gestured to the small table and chairs in the corner. "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be nice, thank you." He pulled out your chair before sitting down, and you went to the little cupboard bolted to the wall, pulled out the box of tea bags and the cups and placed them on the table before twisting around to switch on the jug.

"If I show you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?" You knew he would say yes, but you also knew what the others were like, once the cat was out of the bag, there would be no getting it back in.

"Of course love." The room was small enough that he could stretch over to touch you, and he spun you around to face him with his hand on your hip as he continued. "You can tell me anything, I won't tell a soul."

"Ok." You spun back around and grabbed the two boxes right at the centre and placed them on the table before pouring the hot water over the tea bags that Simon had put in the cups. "My maternal Aunt runs a chocolate shop called Le Chalet du Chocolat, and whenever I'm away, she sends me chocolates and tea biscuits. There's never enough to share with everyone, so I keep them to myself, but I figure that if you don't tell anyone I have them, then I can share with you."

He grinned and threw open the box of chocolate biscuits before dipping one in his hot tea and taking a bite and his eyes rolled into his skull as he let out a moan. "Good?"

He took another sip of tea and nodded. "Amazing." His smile turned mischievous, and he leaned in close. "What flavour are the chocolates?"

You opened the box and plucked one out, the outside was a mix of milk and white chocolate, and you took his hand in yours before placing the chocolate in his upturned palm. "This one is white chocolate and bourbon caramel. Eat it slowly, if you down it in one, you'll ruin it."

He did as he was told, biting half and holding it in his mouth so the chocolate melted slowly. "Ooh luvly, thith ith the beft thing ever."

You giggled as he stuffed the rest and you offered him another, but he shook his head. "When my aunt finds out I'm with someone she'll send a whole barrel."

He took a sip of his tea and leaned back in the chair, running his hand through his short hair as he watched the far-away spotlight coming through the opening window wash over your face. "I've never heard you talk about your mum, what's going on there?"

It was bound to come up, especially after what happened with your father. "A car accident when I was ten. It happened on base and the rumour was she was hit by one of the visiting politicians who was drunk off his face. She was killed on impact."

He placed his cup down and reached out, his hand resting on yours. "I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "These things happen."

"What happened to the guy that did it?" His thumb was stroking the back of your hand and he put his cup down so he could place the other one on your knee.

"He's dead, it happened a few weeks after the crash. There were some suspicions that my father did it but it never went past idle gossip." You knew it was him, maybe that was why you put up with his bullshit but that was the first and last good thing he ever did as a family man. "What about you? I know you look after your mum and you've got a nephew."

He smiled. "Yeah, little Joe is great." He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand. "My dad's a piece of shit, it's safe to say your father isn't the first I've hit."

You smiled softly and finished your tea, moving to brush your fingertips over the small, faded scar on his cheek. "Well, I think you're wonderful, paternal violence and all."

He grinned and pushed himself off the chair, pointing to the empty cups on the table. "I'll help you clean up."

You nodded, he was always so sweet and considerate, sometimes you couldn't believe what he did for a living. "I'd like that."

****

The air was different when you returned to your dorm, Soap's declaration when he saw you both in the kitchen of keeping Price busy made you laugh so hard that by the time you walked in the door, you were out of breath. Simon leaned down and kissed you through his smile as you placed both hands on his cheeks, and he pulled back to press speedy kisses all over your face. "I love you."

You smiled wider and pulled him into another kiss, your lips brushing his as you exchanged breath. "I love you too Simon." He made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you, and the comfort it created in your chest made you want to melt into his arms and never leave.

You pulled his top off, his warmth flooding your palms as you rested your hands on his heavily muscled pecs. He felt like a furnace, his heart thumping steadily under your hand as his chest rose and fell with each breath. His arm wrapped around you to hold you closer but the kiss slowed as you tensed with a thought. "I don't have any condoms."

He nodded and smiled warmly as he replied. "We get tested before every deployment."

The memory of a clinical white room filled your brain as you giggled. "So you also had to talk to a really old guy about your sex life?"

He went beet red and hid his face in your neck. "Yeah. What about.." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it.

"I'm on birth control." He smiled against your skin and pressed soft kisses to your neck as he began to unbutton your top.

"Rog." His tone was light and full of fondness, and you could hear the edge of lust as he pushed your blouse off your shoulder while his eyes racked over your body.

His lips returned to your neck as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "One handed, impressive."

He chuckled, it was all baritone and ego. "I can do it with my teeth too." When his hands found your breasts, they were gentle and languid, all soft and slow, like he was trying to savour every second. You pulled his belt from the loops and opened his pants while he kissed over your skin, moving from shoulder dome to shoulder dome, then bending his immense frame to kiss down the middle of your chest.

His pants pooled around his ankles as his lips moved to the tops of your breasts, then down more until his stubble was scratching your skin and his mouth was sealing around your nipple. Your head tilted back as the warmth from his mouth spread across your torso, one of his hands moving to support your upper back while the other paid attention to your other breast.

His mouth and hands switched positions, and the slow slide of his hands on your body meant you felt every callous as his lips made their way back up your body. Your heart raced as you slid your hand down his abs, slowing to trace his happy trail before you palmed his hard cock while he let out a grunt. You had to give it to him, even without seeing it, you could tell that he was perfectly proportioned and you weren't surprised that he was big everywhere.

He placed his hand over yours and moved it to his hip as the other hand removed the rest of your clothing, pulling your open jeans and panties down with the same careful slowness as he took you in like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory." Fuck lovely, you're the most pretty thing I've ever seen."

You smiled and ran your fingertip back and forth over the raised scar you could feel under your hand. "You're not too bad yourself." He leaned down to kiss you as he walked you back towards the bed, and as your knees hit the edge, you pushed your hands into his underpants and ran your hands down the sides of his thighs to slide them down his legs and off into the floor.

Catching sight of his cock as it stood hard against his stomach was mind-melting, and your breathing quickened as you took in the vision. The tip was red and leaking, and now that you had laid eyes on it, it looked even bigger. He must have sensed your mild trepidation because he smiled softly as he leaned down to take you in a gentle kiss before pulling back and holding your check between his fingers as he looked into your eyes with so much affection. "I'm gonna look after you, don't worry."

His lips found yours again, and he took control of the kiss as you moved to lay on the bed, his hand going behind your head so you could relax on your way down to the pillow. When your head touched the plushness, he settled between your legs while you threw one leg over his hip. You felt even warmer with all the skin-to-skin contact, and you imagined how wonderful the cold English nights would feel cuddled up to him in bed.

His hand slid down your body to your ribs, then to the thigh wrapped around his hip as he shifted both of you on your sides. He ran his hand up and down your leg a few times before sliding around to the front of your body, his fingers tip pausing on your mound as he pulled away from your lips once more. "You gonna show me how you like to be touched, lovely?" His voice was even rougher than usual, and you could hear the lust in it as the words washed over your lips.

"Of course." There was that consideration again, and you felt comforted that he didn't let any ego get in the way of your enjoyment. You sild your hand from the hard round of his shoulder, down his arm and placed it over his as you moved your leg a little further up his body to give him more room. His nose bumped yours as you guided his fingers through your slit and to your clit, and your breath caught in your throat when his fingers made contact. You didn't think there was a fingertip without roughness, but there was no thought towards the violence that caused it, not with the way he was touching you.

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, and he picked up on it. "Just like that, love?" You moaned an affirmative and lifted your hand away to wrap around his cock, but his hand left your body and went to your wrist to stop you. "There's plenty of time for that, let me focus on you tonight." You went to protest, but he nipped your lower lip softly before kissing his way to your ear. "Let me show you how good I can be to you."

Who were you to deny such a gentlemanly request? "Alright then."

His hand returned to your centre and he kept the same speed and pressure with his thumb as his middle and index finger circled your entrance. He grunted, and the sound filled your body with heat. "Fuck you're wet. Is all this for me, lovely?"

You tried to reply, but it was cut off in your throat as he slid his fingers inside you. He moved slowly, his fingertips exploring until they reached the rough spot that made your legs twitch. "Just there?" You nodded and he stopped. "I need you to use your words, love."

It took a moment but the soft look in his eyes and the gentle kisses he was pressing to your face got the words out. "Yes, there."

"You're so good for me." He smiled when the praise made you clench around him and kissed a line from your cheek to your neck to suck a mark into your skin. Along with adding to the warmth spreading in your core, all the growing bruises served to do was prove Simon's possessive streak.

"More please." The soft but expectant look on his face told you that you didn't provide enough detail. "Please go faster."

He did as you asked and feeling slowly spreading outwards from his fingers through your body caused the coil tightening in your core to grow. "See, love, all you need to do is ask me, and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Kiss me again." It was getting hard to talk now and the impending orgasm was greying out everything else but Simon.

He grinned and placed his hand on your cheek, his lips brushing yours softly as his thumb brushed your cheek before he replied. "Now that's something you never need to ask me for." His lips weren't as soft this time and he swallowed your moans as you got closer to the edge.

"Simon, I…"

He cut you off with a kiss. "I know, love. It's alright." He had always been reassuring, but it felt different like this, like he thought anything else was improper and ungentlemanly. You gasped as it hit, any sound stolen from your throat from the overwhelming sensations as he worked you through it. He waited until the orgasm was well and truly over, making sure the pleasure was drained dry before he pulled his fingers from you, chuckling as you twitched before he licked them with a moan. "Fuck lovely, you taste pretty too."

You knew what he was about to ask, the way he was looking you up and down told you, but you didn't have the patience for that tonight. You ran your hand down his body and smiled at him. "That can wait, we have all the time in the world."

He blinked, slightly confused at your denial but he recovered quickly. "Alright love, it's your loss."

He started smiling as you did, and a gentle laughter filled the air. "You've got a bit of an ego, did you know that?"

He pecked you, then brushed a strand of hair off your face. "I'm aware. Well, lovely, if you don't want that, what do you want?"

Your hand shifted from his side, your fingers running up and down his Adonis belt and to his cock. "I want you inside me."

His eyes grew dark, the honey brown swallowed by the black of his pupil as his breath hitched. You continued to stroke him, and he kissed your cheek as he wrapped his hand over yours to guide it. "I can do that."

He rolled on top of you as his lips found yours, and you wrapped your legs around him as he settled between your thighs. He pulled your hand off of him and brought your fingers to his lips, kissing each one before placing your hand on his shoulder. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slit. "You ready, love?" There was something about being asked that felt like the security of a solid wall in the middle of a storm, like you'd always be safe.

"Oh yes ple…." The sensation was overwhelming, he went slowly but the stretch still stole the breath from your lungs. He rocked his hips, going deeper each time until he had bottomed out, and then he was pushing himself up on his hands to look into your eyes as he paused his hips so you could adjust to his size.

"You right there, lovely?" His voice was tight and his arms tensed as he tried to compose himself.

"I'm great, are you alright?" You took your hand off his chest and ran it up and down his arm, slowing to trace the patterns of the tattoo on his forearm.

"You're squeezing the fucking life out of me." He took in a shuddering breath and started moving, and despite it feeling like you had nowhere to go, like he was overwhelming your every sense, the pleasure was overpowering everything. He shifted his weight to one hand and slid the other down your body to your clit as his hips picked up speed. He angled his hips to hit your G-spot as his fingers found the correct pace and pressure and you rolled your hips to match his tempo as he let out a feral grunt.

You whimpered, and it had a tinge that seemed to spur him on because his hips quickened again, and you fought the urge to sink your teeth into the bulging muscle of that place where his neck and shoulder met as the pleasure built.

He took note of your rapid breath and the sheen of sweat that had dusted your chest, the way your moans were slowly becoming more desperate as you grew tighter around him. "Come on love, I'm not going to last much longer and I want you to cum for me again." You could tell his ego wasn't taking a hit, just that he wanted you to feel good. "I know you can, you're such a good girl."

There was that praise again, so genuine and soft and there was no way you could refuse that. You finally gave in to the urge to bite him, and it only made him thrust harder, the force of it and the fast circles on your clit the final things you needed to fall over the edge like the rush of a waterfall during a flood.

"Fucken 'ell love. I love you so fucking much." He spoke the words into your neck, his hips stuttering as he pulsed inside you, pushed into bliss by the way you clenched around him.

You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the afterglow coming in thick and fast as he rested his weight on you like a heated blanket. "I love you too dearest."

He chuckled, and it sent vibrations through your chest like the rumbling of a thunderstorm. "Dearest, I like that."

He went to roll off you and you stopped him, wrapping your arms around his body and pulling him to you. "Please don't go anywhere."

He smiled softly and kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll stay here as long as you need." He took a deep breath and pulled back just far enough to brush a sweat stuck strand off your face. "How are you feeling lovely?"

"I'm great, you?" Great didn't even cover it and despite how heavy he was, his weight created a pleasant tiredness that made even the thin rubber mattress feel comfortable.

His fingertips grazed the bandage in your arm and he sighed. "I'll change that before we head to bed, I don't want you waking up through the night with it giving you trouble."

You sighed and tapped his shoulder so you could roll on your side. He went with you, collecting you in his arms as you buried your face in his chest. "You are so wonderful, I don't know what I did to get so lucky."

He chuckled. "Nah love, I'm the lucky one." He petted your legs, then got up, booping your nose with a smile before he left the bed entirely. "I'm just going to get something to clean you up."

He walked over to the pile of towels and picked up a face one, then walked over to the jug, touching with the back of his hand to make sure the water that had boiled for the tea wasn't too hot before damping the towel and returning to the bed. He cleaned you up, chuckling as you twitched at the oversensitivity. "Sorry love."

He threw the towel in the corner and took you back into his arms, rubbing his nose on the top of your head as the smell of your shampoo filled his nostrils. "I love you y/n."

You smiled as he took your hand in his and linked your fingers together. "I love you too."

****

Simon was right, you didn't realise how much your arm was hurting until he was grazing the bruise with his fingers while he waited for the antibiotic cream to soak in. He took care of the injury with such gentleness that by the time it was rewrapped, you had forgotten it was there.

When it was finally time to end the night, you rested your head on his chest while he ran his hand up and down your leg as his heart thumped under your ear. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight love?"

You expected him to ask, and you knew this was about to be the norm. "Oh yes, that's almost a silly question."

He chuckled softly. "Good to know."

Knock knock

Suddenly, Simon's oversized shirt made you feel naked and he pulled the blanket around you as he shouted at the door, uncaring that he was in your room. "What do you want?"

Price's voice came through the wood with urgency. "I'm sorry, you'll have to sleep your night off on the plane; there's been a threat against the crown, and the 141 has been asked to carry out the protection."

You sighed and Simon's jaw clenched. "Right boss, we'll be out in ten." He turned to you then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry love, I'll help you pack."

You smiled softly. "As long as I can sleep on your shoulder on the way there, I'm happy."

Fin

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