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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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Hey! Your writing is stellar!

Could you possibly write about Joel and reader hating each others guts, but something like Joel almost dying brings the feelings out reader never realized. (Like angsty almost dying lol). she takes care of him and he sees how he does actually love her. It’s ends with them together. Vague i know haha.

Thank you!! xoxo

Thank you so much and I adored this request 🥰changed it up a little Hope you enjoy 😉

The Reason

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, soft love making, near fatal accident, mentions of death, hidden feelings, enemies to lovers (sorta), angst, cursing, fluff.

A/N: slowly getting back to writing this week so please bear with me on the requests. Didn't edit this so sorry for any mistakes.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Anger bubbled under the surface of your skin as you stood with your back against the door of the stables. The sound of his voice echoed through the air as he berated Tommy for asking you to join them.

Who does he think he is? You think to yourself as you listen to him criticise you to his brother. Joel Miller was a force to be reckoned with and he had zero tolerance for anyone in the Jackson community except for you. Or at least you’d thought so, now you weren’t so sure.

There was one night after a rough patrol where he’d shared a few drinks with you, and he’d opened up about his past. You had thought for a moment that maybe he liked you. Maybe you both could become friends or more, but now, you’re sure he hates you.

“Now why the hell did you go and ask her to come with us? You know darn well that I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate with her there. Damn it, Tommy, I ain’t gonna be able to keep them both safe.”

With clenched fists you turned the corner and stormed towards him, his eyes widening when he spots you. “Who the hell do you think you are, Miller? Huh? Telling Tommy you don’t want me to come. It doesn't matter what you want, I’m the most experienced shot this place has so I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. Now I’m coming on this run whether you like it or not.” You huffed out a breath as you poked his chest with your finger, looking up at him with an angry expression on your face.

“So, saddle up, cowboy.” You push him back slightly before grabbing your horse and marching out of the stables, leaving both Miller brothers confused as they stared after you.

“About time you grew a pair Joel and told her the truth about how you feel. Save all this bickering. I mean it’s obvious as shit that you have feelings for her, so just man the fuck up.” Tommy says as he pats him on the back.

Ellie scoffs behind them drawing both of their attention to her. She looks up and shrugs her shoulders at them. “Gotta say I agree with Tommy on this one. Life would be a lot easier if you just told her. Hell, it’s so fucking obvious she feels the same and I swear you two are just like horny fucking teenagers.”

“Alright enough! First of all, language,” he snaps as he points a finger in Ellie’s direction. “Secondly, what is this anyhow? Gang up on Joel day?” His gaze drifts between the pair and they smile at each other before they shrug, and Tommy says his goodbyes.

“Alright, let’s get this shit show on the road,” Ellie teases as she winks at Joel and follows you outside.

Joel watches her leave, his hands resting on his hips as he closes his eyes briefly and takes in a deep breath. This was gonna be a long trip.

***

Things had gone to shit when you came across a group of raiders in a nearby abandoned town. They had wanted all of your supplies as well as you and Ellie but Joel was having none of it.

He’d become a different man in the blink of an eye. A violent one and you can’t say it didn’t turn you on. He’d killed them all or at least so you’d thought until one of them had snuck up behind him and tackled him to the ground.

They tussled for a moment before Joel straddled him and beat him to the ground. When he stood, he turned around to face you, his breathing ragged as he flexed his hands, his knuckles were bruised and bloody. His gaze drifted away from you towards Ellie who was busy collecting weapons.

You let your gaze drift down his torso, and you gasped at the sight of a knife protruding from his abdomen.

“Joel!” The sound of your worried voice catches his attention and his gaze flickers towards you. He follows your line of sight and groans when he sees the knife. His hand wraps around the hilt and pulls, blood spurting out from the wound, and he stumbles slightly as he throws the knife into the ground.

“Let’s go.” His voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument. “Ellie,” you shout, “we gotta go.” You tilt your head towards her horse and rush over to help Joel up onto your own, placing him at the front.

“Joel’s been hurt. We gotta find somewhere to lay low for a while.” You jump up behind Joel wrapping your arms around his waist as you grab the reins.

You travel at a slow pace. Trying hard not to jostle him around too much but he’s losing a lot of blood, and fast. His head droops to the side, then his whole-body leans to the right and you try to catch him but you can’t hold his weight so he falls off the horse.

“Ellie, stop!” you shout as you hop off the horse and check on him. He’s passed out. It almost appears as if he’s dead, but you run your fingers along his neck and check for a pulse.

It’s there.

Faint, but there and you let out a sigh of relief. Turning your gaze to Ellie you see the unshed tears in her eyes as she stares down at Joel. “He’s gonna be ok. I need you to help me lift him back onto the horse. Those houses over there,” you say with a tilt of your head.

“We’ll stop there for now. Try to close over his wound.” She nods at you before helping you lift him. It’s a struggle but you manage all the same and you take a hold of the reins as you guide the horse along the trail. A silent prayer recited in your head that he’d be ok, that he’d make it through this.

***

Joel is laying on the mattress you’d found as Ellie rips off a piece of cloth to hold over his wound. He groans loudly and you drop to your knees beside him pushing Ellie out of the way and putting pressure on his abdomen. He writhes in pain for a moment before he grabs your hand.

“Leave.” He rasps, his breathing becoming more laboured with each breath. You shake your head as you continue to put pressure on the wound.

“Leave. Go north…. Tommy,” his grip on your hand tightens and you finally meet his gaze. “No. I’m not leaving you. Don’t - don’t ask that of me…. I can’t.”

His skin is clammy and pale, and your heart feels like it’s being ripped apart. You can’t lose him. Not now.

“Ellie.” Your gaze drifts towards the teenager and she’s standing still, face full of worry as she stares down at Joel. “Ellie,” you shout, grabbing her attention.

“You need to go and look for medical supplies. Bandages, gauze, needle and thread, anything. Now, Ellie.”

She looks down at Joel one last time before she rushes up the stairs. He groans again, his eyes full of pain as he stares up at you shivering.

You pull his jacket up over him before cupping his cheek in your hand. “You’re gonna make it through this. I promise.”

You stand up and quickly move across the room to grab your bag, rifling through it until you find what you're looking for. Pills in hand you pull out a bottle of water and drop to your knees again.

Gently, you lift his head and place the tablets in his mouth before bringing the bottle of water to his lips. “Drink. These will help with the pain.”

He obeys with a groan, swallowing the pills before you rest his head back on the mattress. “I gotta clean this, Joel. I’m gonna…. I gotta clean the wound, ok?”

He nods his head, his body trembling as he shivers uncontrollably. You pop open the bottle of alcohol and take a deep breath before you remove the jacket and lift his shirt.

Your hand shakes slightly as you stare at his stomach for a moment - the wound bloody and bruised and jagged looking - before you snap out of it and pour the alcohol over it, causing him to hiss in pain.

“I know, I know…. I’m sorry.” You turn your head at the sound of Ellie’s footsteps coming down the stairs. “I found this,” she says as she hands you a needle and thread. Her eyes widen at the sight of his stomach, and you cradle her cheek in your hand.

“He’s gonna be ok. I promise you. Now I need you to hold him down because this is gonna hurt like hell.” She nods her head and rushes around to kneel beside Joel, placing her hands on his shoulders.

His eyes stare up at her and he gives her a faint smile before his gaze drifts to you again. You pull the thread through the needle and tie it off before sterilising it with the alcohol. You meet his gaze and nod before taking a deep breath and pushing the needle through his skin.

He groans loudly, reaching his hand up to grab at your arm. He turns his head away from you, shutting his eyes tightly as he tries to hold in his cries, Ellie pushing down on him to stop him from moving.

The needle falls to the floor once you’ve finished sewing him up and you sit back on the ground staring at your shaking hands. They were covered in blood. His blood and the fact that you could’ve lost him today stirs something inside you.

Feelings that you didn’t think you had. Not for him. Sure, you thought he was handsome, that he was a good father to Ellie, but he hated you. So, you hated him. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

It was all too much. These feelings, and the way he was looking up at you made your chest hurt. Standing, you rush up the stairs and out of the house, trying to take deep breaths.

“He is asking for you.” Ellie’s voice startles you and you whip your head around taking her in.

“I’m just gonna check the other houses for medicine. I’ll be back.” She takes a step forward but you shake your head. “I just need a minute, ok? Tell him I’ll be back.”

***

You’d taken your time, routing through the other abandoned houses trying to stall time as best as you could until you sort through your feelings.

It became clear around the fifth house that you had maybe always loved Joel Miller, you were just too stubborn to notice. It was also in that house you’d found some penicillin.

The creak of the stairs alerted Ellie to your presence, and she turned quickly, gun pointed in your direction. With a sigh of relief, she lowered it and stood, taking a glance at Joel before meeting you.

“He was worried about you. Tried to go after you but I wouldn’t let him. He’s asleep now but he keeps shaking and I think he has a slight fever.”

With a nod of your head, you brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “There’s some canned food in the kitchen, you should head on up and get something to eat. We’re gonna be here for a while.”

“Ok, I’m starving. Want me to get you some?”

“I’m ok for now. Just don’t make too much noise. We don’t know if there are others in the area.” You let her go and turn your attention to Joel, who is laying in the same spot, shivering despite the heavy coat and blanket covering him.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he groans at the feeling of your touch. Pulling away you reach for the bottled water and grab one of the antibiotics before gently stirring him awake.

“Hmm,” he groans as his eyes slowly open, glossed over in pain as you smile softly down at him. “Hey, I’ve got some antibiotics. They should kill any infection even if they are out of date.”

Joel lifts his head enough for you to place the pill in his mouth and help him take a sip of water. Swallowing the pill, he drops back onto the mattress and looks up at you longingly.

“Was worried…thought somethin’…couldn’t live without you….” His hand reaches out towards you as he traces the soft curve of your face. The feel of his rough calloused fingers on your skin sets your heart racing.

“I’m ok. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to me. I learned from the best,” you say with a laugh as you nervously meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna get us some food, I'll be right….” You start to say but he shakes his head.

“No. Stay. Please.” His eyes are wide as he begs you to stay, shuffling around on the mattress as he tries to make room for you.

“What are you doing, Joel?” You ask, raising your eyebrows in question. He pats the space beside him indicating that he wants you to lay with him.

“What if I hurt you?” You ask as your eyes drift to his blood-stained shirt. “Won’t,” he breathes out as his eyes begin to droop closed. He’s still shivering slightly, and his skin still looks pale and clammy and you don’t have the heart to say no.

With a reluctant sigh, you remove your jacket and slip in beside him, making sure you’re both covered by the blankets. His arm is wrapped around you as you rest your head on his chest and the soft beating rhythm of his heart lulls you to sleep.

***

“No….no please not her….can’t lose her….no, no…” Joel muttered in his sleep as his head tossed around, his grip on your waist tightening.

He was having a nightmare.

Sitting up a little, you gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into the rough surface of his face. “Joel,” you whisper, trying to wake him without startling him.

“Hey, Joel, it's ok. Wake up.” His eyes snap open and he panics until his gaze lands on you and his breathing slowly calms.

You gaze down at him with a soft smile on your face as you continue to rub his cheek. “You were having a nightmare. Are you ok?”

His eyes take in the features of your face as the moonlight shines through the small window of the basement. “M’fine. Thought I - thought I lost you ....” He trails off as he slowly realises what he’s saying.

His face has a little more colour to it and you swear you see the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m here. I’m fine. It was just a bad dream, probably induced by the fever,” you giggle as you place the back of your hand on his forehead. “Seems to have broken, finally.”

“I know you heard what I said to Tommy.” He says matter of factly. “I know you think that I hate you….”

“It’s fine, Joel. You don’t have to explain anything. That’s just life. You like some people, you hate others. It is what it is.” His eyes furrow as he looks up at you, a confused look taking over the features of his face.

“I don’t hate you. Never have. Don’t think I ever could. It's a bit hard to hate someone you’re in love with.”

“What?!” You stutter nervously, your eyes blinking rapidly as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“I love you darlin’. It’s the reason I didn’t want you to come on this run. I’m distracted when you’re out on patrol with me, I knew I’d be the same with this, it’s why I begged Tommy to reconsider letting you tag along. M’sorry if I ever made you feel like I hated you, 'cause I don't.”

You don’t know what to say. The words won’t form in your mind as you stare down at him in shock. He loves you. Your heart thrums loudly in your ears and you think for a moment that you’re gonna pass out.

“You alright, darlin?” The sound of his Texan drawl, soft and low, breaks you from your trance.

“Hmm? M’fine. I-I think I love you too.” His eyebrow quirks as a smile edges its way onto his face. “You think?” He teases.

You nudge him in the chest, and he groans, holding his side and you panic you’ve hurt his stitches. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry Joel. I completely forgot,” you rush out, voice panicked as you lift his shirt to check.

The sound of his laughter pulls your gaze up towards him. “Oh, for god's sake,” you huff as you turn and begin to push yourself off the mattress. His hand reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you back into him.

“M’sorry, darlin’. Couldn’t resist.” His hand slips up along your curves and settles on your face, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes flicker briefly to your lips, and you unconsciously lick along your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

“Will you two just kiss already? Jesus.” Ellie’s voice sounds from the top of the stairs. You both burst into laughter before he leans forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

His lips are a little rough, the feel of them against your own causing a shiver to work its way down your spine. He still tastes of whiskey he had earlier, and you want nothing more than push him down and fuck him into the mattress but you don’t. Instead, you pull away and rest your head against his, calming your racing heart.

“We should get some rest,” you breathe raggedly as you blink down at him.

Nodding his head, he kisses you softly once more before laying back on the mattress and pulling you with him, wrapping you up in his arms. “G’night, darlin’.”

***

The gates open and Tommy comes rushing out with a worried expression on his face. “What the hell happened?” He asks, his gaze drifting from Joel to you as he waits for someone to tell him.

“Long story,” Joel answers as he looks over at Ellie, a silent communication happening between them. Tommy huffs in frustration. “You’ve been gone for days. We thought - we thought you’d been killed or worse. Fuck!”

Joel slowly hops off the horse and makes his way towards his brother, clapping his hand on his back. “We’re alright, Tommy. Ain’t nothin’ to worry about. We’re just tired. Gonna need some more sleep and a decent meal.”

Tommy nods his head, his eyes drifting to both you and Ellie. “Sure. How about you all head home and I’ll have Jason drop the food over.”

“That sounds amazin’ little brother. You’re just gonna have to have Jason drop Y/N’s food over to my place.”

Tommy's face freezes in shock before a sly smirk plays across his face. “Oh yeah. Somethin’ happen while you were out there?” He asks Joel, his voice almost a whisper so only he could hear.

“Gentlemen never kiss and tell, Tommy. You should know that.” He smacks him on the back hard, winking at him before he turns and grabs his horse. Tommy knew something had happened from the slight blush on your cheeks. He’d get it out of Joel eventually.

***

The room had been filled with silence as you all ate the dinner that Jason had brought over. The only sound to be heard was that of your forks and knives scraping off the plate.

God, you hadn’t realised how hungry you were until the smell of the food hit your nose. The loud growl of your stomach made Joel smile as he finished setting the table.

“Fuck that was good,” Ellie says as she sits back in the chair, hands resting on her now full stomach.

“Manners,” Joel chastises as he pushes his plate away from him.

“She’s not wrong though,” you say with a smile as you place your knife and fork on the plate and release a contented sigh. Joel hums in response as he lets his gaze wander over you both.

He never thought he’d have this again. A normal life. A steady home. A family. Now that he does have it, he’s not too keen on letting it go. With the clearing of his throat, he throws Ellie a look, his eyes shifting towards the front door, and it only takes her a second to realise what he’s saying.

“I’m gonna go meet up with Dina. Don’t wait up ya old fart.” She says with a laugh as she grabs her coat and slams the door behind her.

“So…I guess I’ll help clear up and then I’ll let you get some rest.” You stand, the chair scraping across the floor as you grab your plate and make your way into the kitchen.

You turn the tap on and begin to wash up when a set of arms wrap around you from behind. You startle. A soft gasp slips past your lips as Joel turns you slowly in his arms.

You gulp nervously as you stare up at those golden-brown orbs. Your heart beats frantically at the feel of his touch. “Was thinkin’ maybe you could stay the night. I’ll make you pancakes and coffee in the morning.”

His eyes are hopeful as he waits for you to say something. “Are you trying to seduce me, Miller?” You tease as your arms come to rest on his chest. Your fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“Is it workin’?” He says with a smile, his arms pulling you closer.

“Maybe. Might need you to kiss me though, to make sure.” A smile plays across his face as he leans in and kisses you softly. You tease his bottom lip with your tongue, and he groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips as he grinds into you.

His cock hardens against you, and he groans when you run your hand down along his stomach and under the waistband of his jeans, cupping him with your hand.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he pulls away, forehead resting on yours. You run your fingers along the back of his neck and through his hair. “Need you,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, and he shivers.

“Jesus, darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grabs your hand from his trousers and leads you out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards his bedroom, where he kicks the door closed behind him as he walks you back towards his bed.

He’s hungry for you. His eyes were blown wide with lust and you’re sure he’d have ravaged you by now if it weren’t for the fact that he’s healing.

You pull him in for another kiss and let your hands glide over him as you begin to unbutton his shirt. Throwing it onto the floor before starting on his trousers.

His rough calloused fingertips glide along your skin as he helps you remove your clothes, your breath hitching as they slip between your slick folds.

You gasp. His mouth swallows the moan that follows as he kisses you softly. Pulling back his eyes trail over your naked form and when your gazes meet, you see nothing but adoration in those brown eyes you love so much.

“How do you - how do you want to do this?” You ask as his hands grab onto the soft flesh of your ass. “Better take it slow for now. Don’t wanna burst a stitch,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Lay on your side, darlin’.”

Doing as he says, you lay on your side, his warmth filling all your senses as he slips in behind you. You let out a breathy moan as his fingers delve into your heat once more, his hardened cock nestled snugly between your ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper as he works his thick digits in and out of you, curling them ever so slightly as he hits that spot that sends you spiralling.

Your skin is flushed. Sweat beads down along your breasts as he pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. A shiver skitters down your spine as he whispers into the shell of your ear.

“Ready for me darlin’?”

You nod, “yeah- yes, fuck I’m ready please,” you whine as he runs the tip of his cock teasingly along your slick. “Joel…”

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Need you inside - need you to fuck me, please.” With the head of his cock notched at your entrance he thrusts inside with a roll of his hips and you both let out a soft groan as he fills you.

“Jesus, darlin’. So damn tight…fuckin’ squeezing the life outa me.” He takes a moment, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath as he tries to control himself. His lips meet the skin of your neck as he peppers kisses along it, his hips moving slowly in tandem with his lips.

It’s soft and slow. His hands glide over your skin, pinching and pulling as you moan softly into the room. Your body shudders as you come, your clit already sensitive from earlier.

A soft cry slips past your lips as you reach behind to run your fingers into his hair. His hips stutter as he nears his release, the soft grunting in your ear becoming louder the closer he gets.

“Ngh…fuck,” he groans as he quickly frees himself from your walls, spilling himself over the soft pillowy flesh of your ass.

“Don’t move, darlin’.” He says as he slowly slips from the bed and grabs a piece of cloth to clean you with. He works it gently over your skin before throwing it into the basket at the end of his bed.

The cool air makes you shiver involuntarily but Joel is quick to hop back into bed, slipping beneath the covers and pulling you close.

“I love you, darlin’,” he whispers into the crook of your neck and you can’t help the smile that works its way onto your face.

“Hmm, I love you too.” He squeezes you gently before his breathing evens out and he falls asleep. It’s safe to say that Joel Miller definitely doesn’t hate you.

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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Keep Up With Me

Sub!Eddie x Dom!Fem!Reader

Description: your boyfriend breaking up with you because you're too much for him to handle might be the best thing that's happened to you. It's certainly the best thing that's happened to Eddie!

A/N: bitta angst, mostly smut, best friends to lovers, not me and my horny ass projecting again promise, I'm English excuse my language tally ho what what

Warnings: use of pet names (baby girl, sweetheart etc) reader uses she/her pronouns, NSFW, minors DNI or I'll smack you with a wet fish, F!Masturbation, lap riding, M!Oral receiving, slight M! Orgasm denial, p in v protected sex

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You perch on the corner of the checkout counter at Family Video, legs swinging, fingers tapping on the side.

"So, apparently that makes me some sort of slut." You looked at Robin, one of your closest friends, and shrugged.

"Shit, what an asshole! So he basically dumped you because he couldn't keep up with you?"

"Yup. Sad ain't it." You inspect your fingernails, trying to come off as more aloof than you actually felt. You weren't in pain as such, not from losing that asshole, it's just his words kept ringing in your head.

Why do you want to fuck all the time? Must be some sorta slut. Are you a freak or something? What's wrong with you?

The harsh, sobering words ran through your head on a loop, wearing you down even further.

"Hey, I know that look, stop thinking about that jerk he did NOT deserve you, seriously! You just gotta find someone else, you always do." Robin stares at you, hand hovering over yours.

"That's the problem aint it. I just do this over and over. Too fricking horny for my own good!" You laugh; Robin giggles with you. "Hey there's worse problems to have!" You both chuckle for a bit, but you're still upset about his words. Slut. Freak. "Maybe I am a freak." You sigh.

"Whose a freak?"

You jump, and look around. Eddie Munson, your other best friend and long time crush, had just walked in the door. He flashed you a lazy smile, brown doe eyes creased at the corners.

"We are not talking about you Edward if that's what you think."

Eddie mimes being shot in the chest. "Oh sweetheart you wound me! Don't call me that." He pouts at you.

"It's your name, isn't it?" You poke your tongue out at him.

"Urgh, yeah, government name, but it's so not metal." He picks you up off the counter and spins you round, whilst you squeal.

"Put me down Edward!"

"Whose Edward?" He grins, still holding you, lightly tickling your sides.

"Okay Eddie please!"

He places you on your feet with exaggerated care, brushing imaginary dust of your shoulders.

Robin's eyes flick between yours and Eddie, widening and gesturing her head at you. You know she's dying to say something, but you had told her a million times, Eddie was just a friend. Sure he did shit like that, but it's like you were his little sister or something. There's no way he felt the same way about you.

"Well if you two are done flirting, I've got a job to do." You open your mouth to protest but Robin smirks, grabs a few videos and runs off like a baby deer to shelve them. looking at Eddie, you see his face is flushed. Silence for a heartbeat.

"So aren't you seeing loverboy tonight?" Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you.

"Oh I've just come from EX loverboy's house. Here to pick a horror film and pretend all the victims have his face. Oh and eat ice cream until I'm sick."

"Oh shit sweetheart I didn't know, sorry."

"It's all good, just trying to get some stuff he said out of my head. He's a dick anyway."

Eddie frowns, his brow furrowing. He knows this is affecting you more than you are letting on but he doesn't question it.

"Look, I've got a deal to do, but do you want to come over? I can drop you at mine and I'll be like 20 minutes max. I'm up for horror movies, ice cream and a joint or two?"

"Sounds good Eddie. Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart."

You pick a movie each and summon Robin from her hiding space to check them out.

"Okay you kids have fun!" She beams at you both, waving over enthusiastically.

"Robin you are such a dork." You laugh and leave, turning back to make sure the door shuts and doesn't leave a draught. Robin's still staring at you two, gesturing and putting her thumbs up. You roll your eyes and make your way to Eddie's van.

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Eddie, true to his word, dropped you off at his trailer. You were standing in his room, all alone since his uncle was at work. It was odd; you'd been here before several times, but never alone. You sat on Eddie's bed, surrounded by his smell. Laying back against the pillows you grab one and drink in the scent. Okay you've definitely crossed over into freak territory. He wasn't even here and you were obsessed; surrounded and engulfed by his scent. You felt a familiar warmth between your legs, your desire growing for him with each passing second. You hadn't even realised you had unbuttoned your jeans until your fingers met your underwear.

What the hell are you doing he'll be back any second! Despite knowing this, it gave you a little thrill to think he might catch you with your hand down your pants. Maybe he'd finally give you what you've been craving. Working your hand into your underwear, you find your clit with a gasp. You already felt wetness creeping from your folds, desire being something that seemed to run hot within you, all the time. Teasing at your clit, you run your fingertips in soft circles, building up that tingling feeling in your core.

Throwing your head back you groaned softly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive bud. You imagined it was Eddie's fingers doing this, rubbing you, teasing you into an orgasm. It definitely helped. Soon you were panting, chasing your release.

Your mind races, thinking about how he picked you up earlier so effortlessly, you thought about his strong hands holding you firmly, rings pressing into your flesh. You think about what it would feel like, his hands on you whilst you grind against him and that did it. You come undone with your own hand, your release shattering through your nerves. Laying there for a moment you gather yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt. You shouldn't be thinking about your best friend like this. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

Freak. Slut.

No time to unpack all of that, hearing the crunch of gravel outside. The front door opens.

"Hey honey I'm home!" Eddie chuckles, and you hear him coming towards his room. You quickly try look less dishevelled, wiping your hand and hoping against hope that what you just did wasn't written all over your face.

Eddie struts in, chucks his metal lunchbox on the bed and throws himself after it. You can't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

He lays there on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Ya miss me?" He grins.

"Always." You smile at him, trying your hardest not to appear flustered.

"So, I'll roll, you pick what to watch, and we'll make a nest."

You laugh at that. "A nest? What am I an egg?"

"Just do what you're told baby girl." Jesus that's a new one. That nickname went straight to your cunt. He sits up, cross legged. "Oh and hand me those papers on the bed side table."

You bend across and grasp the papers, passing them to Eddie. For a fraction of a second he looks down and looks back up at you, face flushed pink.

"By all means get comfortable." He coughs and looks away.

You look down and realise you left your jeans unbuttoned. A small triangle of red is exposed from the front of your black jeans. Trust me to pick bright red underwear today. Flushing magenta, you try and cover your tracks.

"Shit, sorry Eddie the jeans were digging in you know."

"No worries princess, you want a pair of sweat pants? You need to be cosy in our nest" he grins at you.

"Sure, thanks Eds."

He grabs you a clean grey pair from a drawer and you go to the bathroom to change, cursing yourself for being so stupid. When you return, sweats hanging low of your hips, he had rolled and was waiting for you with a lighter in hand.

"Shit Eddie you could have started without me."

"Nuh-uh. This is all for your benefit, and I'm a gentleman. The lady gets first toke." He reaches over once you've sat down and puts the joint in your mouth and lights it. You take a drag, holding it in for a couple of seconds, then release it. You take another, deeper toke.

"Wow this is decent." You smirk at him.

"All my stuff is decent babe."

"Oh so we aren't talking about the other week with that shit that was all twiggy?"

"No idea what you're talking about." He looks pointedly in the opposite direction. You snort at his actions and pick the first film, loading the VCR.

You both lay back, arms touching, watching the film. The joint goes back and forth, and you begin to giggle at the movie, feeling your high settle in. Laughing with each other at the ridiculous plot, you feel so much better about everything that had happened that evening. You were with Eddie. He always made you feel at ease.

Once the movie had finished Eddie started rolling another, and you ejected the film to put the next one in.

"So, you ready to tell me what happened?" Eddie asks, licking the spliff into place.

Your eyes go wide thinking about what you did in his bed. Shit, how did he know?

"What- what do you mean?"

"I mean why did lover boy break it with you? You never said."

Relief started to spread through you, then you remembered the reasons. Freak. Slut. No way you could tell Eddie that. It was too embarrassing.

"Just standard guy commitment shit. Nothing new." You try and brush it off. It might have worked with someone else, but Eddie could always tell when you are lying.

"Nope, nope. You weren't even serious, you said. So go on, tell me?" His soft brown eyes bored into you.

You started to feel hot and bothered at this amount of attention.

"He said some stuff, it wasn't nice, I don't want to go through it again."

"Did you tell Robin?"

Ooft. How did he always know?

"Okay he said some... stuff that got to me. Jesus Eddie its not important!"

Eddie strokes your arm and looks you in the eye, "if it wasn't important it wouldn't have gotten to you. I just, I want to help."

You look into his eyes and see pure love there, and it does help. You take a deep breath, and, looking anywhere other than Eddie's eyes, you explain the real reason for the break up. Eddie sits silently, listening to you recount the events. When you are done, he looks at you and begins to smirk.

"Eddie it's not funny." You scowl at him. That throws Eddie over the edge. He laughs out loud, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you move to get up. Eddie's hands grab your waist, holding you still.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm not laughing at you I swear." He's grinning, face slightly red from his outburst.

You stare at him. "Then what the hell are you laughing at?"

He chuckles a bit, then strokes your arm, "it's just, it's like he's gotten rid of any man's wet dream, seriously. What man doesn't want a hot girlfriend who wants to do him all the time? He's clearly fucking crazy."

"You- you think I'm hot?" You stutter at him.

"Of course, look at you, you're fucking incredible. Baby girl, any man would be lucky to have you."

Part of you thinks this is just Eddie being a good friend, but the way he looks at you and the lingering hand on your hip; that tells a different story. You decide to push it a little further.

"Any man, right?' You look into his eyes.

"That's what I said sweetheart."

"So, that includes long haired, metal loving, tattooed men right?" You look up at him through your lashes.

"I mean yeah if that's your type..." you see the penny drop behind his eyes. "Oooh, Er yes, those too. Maybe lead guitarist men. Men who like to play D&D?" His voice getting higher. He tilts his head to one side, looking at you with hopeful doe eyes.

"You think there's guys like that in Hawkins?" Batting your eyelashes at him, you move closer.

"Well, I can certainly think of one or two," he says, moving one hand to the nape of your neck, stroking your skin.

"Well, give me their numbers and I'll mmmph!" Your reply is muffled as he presses his lips onto yours.

His touch is electric, the feel of his lips on yours heated. It's more than you could have ever dreamt, the passion of the kiss is something you've never experienced before.

You press your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Eddie's hand holds you by the hip, fingers pressing into your sides, rings warming against your hot skin. You need to feel him closer so you move to straddle him, but in your eagerness you manage to push him onto his back. Leaning into him, legs either side of his hips, never breaking the kiss. You caress his chest with one hand, the other moving to grab him by the waist, as if he could get any closer without being inside you.

Both of your breathing becomes laboured, desperate. You break the kiss, panting at each other. Eddie's face is a picture, he looks like he's in heaven. A stupid grin is plastered across his features.

"So I've wanted to do that since forever." He beams at you, hand moving to cup your jaw.

"Why didn't you?" You frown at him.

"I dunno, I just thought you weren't interested in me like that."

You look down at him, gesturing to how you were straddling him. "Well, I mean, you're okay I suppose..." you tease him.

Eddie thrusts up with his hips, rubbing against your clothed pussy. You feel he is hard, almost busting through his jeans, and you whimper.

"Seems I'm a bit more than okay pretty girl." Eddie smirks at you.

"Shut up Eddie." The teasing that was a daily occurrence between the two of you puts you at ease. You hold him by the shoulders, and grind your core over his hardened cock, back and forth. Eddie groans low in his throat, his eyes rolling back.

"Jesus Christ, shutting up." You laugh at him, and reach to pull your top over your head, exposing your red cotton bra. It's just plain, soft cups with the tiniest bow on the front. Eddie gazes at your chest as if it were clad in the finest lingerie. You continue to rock against him, feeling your own pleasure mount up.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart" he says but there's no malice in it, just pure admiration. You smirk at him and start planting kisses on his chest, fingers feathering their way to his belt. You undo it and his jeans, yanking them down to his knees, and continue leaving hot, open mouthed kisses to his stomach. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him for confirmation. Eddie stares at you open mouthed for a second, then nods frantically. You smile back at him and bite your lip, pulling his underwear down slowly.

His member springs out to greet you, bigger than average but what really surprised you was the girth of it. You couldn't help but feel your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation. Licking a pointed stripe from the base to the tip, you massage his balls with your hand. Eddie's head rolled back, his eyes scrunched shut. Lowering your mouth onto the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, licking up his pre cum. Eddie's groan was borderline pornographic. You look up at him and slowly take him into your mouth, using your hands for what didn't fit. Bobbing up and down on his length, you use your tongue to massage him. You'd wanted to feel his dick on your tongue for so long, this almost didn't feel real. There was something about being in control of Eddie's pleasure that made you feel extremely powerful. You could feel his cock twitching already, Eddie was practically whimpering. You could tell he was close.

"Baby girl, shit, I can't take much more, I'm gonna-"

You pull away with a wet pop, Eddie whimpering at the loss of your mouth.

"Baby girl please please." Eddie looks a mess, his face is red, his breathing coming out in heavy pants, trying to grab at your arm, side, anything he could reach.

"Patience baby", your voice dripping honey.

You fling your sweats off and move up him, straddling him in your underwear. Not letting him enter you. Not yet. You were enjoying dominating him.

You start to grind down on his length again, making Eddie whine.

"Please-" Eddie looks at you, breathless and pouting.

"No." You smirk at him. Eddie gasps and looks at you in surprise. You continue to rub your wet heat against him, "I was thinking about this earlier, wanted to find out what it felt like," grinning, grinding your cunt against his rock hard dick, feeling your slick drench your underwear and him.

Eddie's falling apart in front of your eyes. You unclasp your bra, letting it fall. Eddie's eyes widen and he whimpers, thrusting against you. You let out a moan.

"Touch me Eddie." He wastes no time in grabbing at your chest, smoothing rough fingertips over your hardened nipples. You feel a familiar sensation, a burning in your stomach and chest, desire building and building, setting your insides ablaze.

You increase your pace, rubbing back and forth, your wetness soaking Eddie, making him a slippery mess. You feel him twitch under you, fingers pinching your nipples almost painfully and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands in your hair, still riding him, extending the outrageous feeling.

Eddie's hands suddenly grasp your hips, hard. You open your eyes and look down just as his scrunch shut. He comes then, violently with an exaggerated moan. His own release pebbles his stomach, your stomach, even a smattering reaches his chest. You look down at him as you come down from your respective highs, and you both start laughing.

"Well, I've never come like that before." Eddie's stroking your sides, gazing at you in disbelief.

You laugh, and get up off him, readjusting your underwear. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and return with a dampened wash cloth. You kneel beside him, wash cloth hovering over him.

"You gonna help me or just stare baby girl" he smirked, poking you in the ribs, his other hand gesturing to the mess on his stomach.

"Hey, just admiring my masterpiece. Have to take a picture next time." You watch as Eddie's mouth springs open, his face turning purple. You simply hum and wipe him down, passing him the cloth to get anything you missed.

"Holy shit, I was right. You are literally every guys wet dream. Fuck. You're a-a pervert!" He points at you dramatically.

Laughing loud at that, you flop down next to him. He turns on his side and strokes your face, moving a couple of stray hairs.

Feeling self conscious for a moment, you look at him, cheeks flushed slightly.

"You don't mind then?"

"Mind? Mind?? I think I won the lottery." He beams at you and brings you in for a kiss.

"So you wont mind what I meant, when I said I thought about that earlier?" You're testing him, seeing if this could actually work. And you want to see the look on his face.

"Oh please for all that is good tell me." He practically pants at you.

You giggle, "well when you dropped me off I had some time to fill, so I might have touched myself thinking of you."

The groan that escapes Eddie's lips travels straight to your core. He envelopes you in a fiery kiss.

"Jesus baby girl, fuck!" He rubs your back, one hand snaking into your hair, pulling it. "In my bed?" You nod. "So yeah I'm hard again."

You laugh, "looks like you weren't kidding when you thought you could keep up with me," you smile smugly at him.

He pushes you onto your back in response and starts to nip and lick at your neck, leaving opened mouthed kisses in his wake.

"Oh I can keep up with you baby girl, trust me."

Then he's mounting you, the tip of his cock begging for entry.

"Someone's eager, have you got protection?" You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Yes, God yes, please baby please." His eyes dart to his bedside table.

You push at him, smiling, teasing him, "so you're all confident until you have any pressure at all, I see. Lay back then baby."

He immediately lies on his back, quiet and unassuming, holding his cock by the base. He looks painfully hard but he's not moving a muscle, looking at you for your say so. You feel immensely powerful, gazing at him in such compliant position.

You reach to the drawer at his bedside, rummaging through.

"Oh, what do we have here?" You exclaim, pulling out a dirty magazine, folded to the centre. You cant help but notice the model's hair is just like yours.

"Hmm, she's hot I'll give you that. Kinda looks a little like me eh?" You wink at him mischievously.

He blushes crimson at you in reply.

"I, I suppose I have a type?" He shrugs, face red as a beetroot.

You can help but laugh, "I'm just flattered baby." And then you find his condoms. You pull one out and rip it from its packaging using your teeth.

"So, you gonna be a good boy?" You question, it almost being a joke but you receive a very certain "yes ma'am!" As a response.

You cant help but chuckle, "oh, so the dungeon master wants someone in control, I see how it is," and you grab the base of his painfully hard member.

"Please...' Eddie nearly drools out of the side of his mouth in response.

"Hmmm its good to hear you beg. Well I suppose I'll humour you. For now," you smirk out the corner of your mouth. You roll the condom onto his hard cock. He hisses at the friction. You line him up to your entrance, straddling him.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his hardness, he cries out at the sensation. You see his eyes screwed shut in response, his cheeks flushed pink. You already feel obsessed by the look of him as he entered you. You want to record this forever, the moment you finally got to take your crush. The moment you realised you could completely take control of him; everything you'd ever dreamed of. He's compliant, melting to your touch. You take him into your cunt until you're sitting on him fully. He's buried in you to the hilt, stretching you. Its bordering on pain given his size, but delicious in itself. It's a good pain.

You hold him by the waist, almost possessively. Searching his eyes as he meets your gaze, you see tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, flustered and fucked out already. The look on his eyes is pleading, almost praying.

"Mother of God, fuck...."

"I thought we settled on ma'am?"

"No.... definitely seeing God... baby..." it's a shadow of Eddie's usual humour.

You giggle at him, a sound seemingly innocent, considering Eddie is buried deep inside your pussy. You start to slowly move against him, bouncing up and down on his length, grinding against him every so often. Eddie's eyes roll back, he grabs you firmly by the hips, rocking you back and forth. You take a deliberate, pounding pace against him and feel your release begin to build again.

Eddie is babbling, passionately holding you as tight as he can.

"Jesus, baby girl, you feel so tight and warm, fuck."

Eddie's words of encouragement and blissed out face spur you on. You take him harder, faster, gripping onto him with your fingertips. Every thrust bringing you to ecstasy. You can feel him through every fibre of your being, deep within your core. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of Eddie in every nerve. Moaning and writhing above him, you know you're about to cum, your walls flexing around him, squeezing his length. Eddie whimpers and you practically scream, your pleasure coming to a head, the feeling pulsating through your every limb, taking over control. Your body rocks in absolute rapture. You shake and stroke his sides as you come down.

"Fuck, Eddie, oh my God." You quiver above him, legs shaking.

"Baby, please can I get on top of you. Please." He looks up at you, wide eyes beseeching you. How could you say no to that face?

"Go on, whatever you want." You remember his reaction from earlier, " you've been such a good boy."

Eddie practically growls at that, flipping you onto your back.

He finds your entrance, slipping back into you deeply with a groan. You pull one leg over his shoulder, the other hitched around his waist and see his eyes roll back. He thrusts into you, deep and slow, planting open mouthed kisses onto your calf.

You stare at his face, one hand cupping his jaw. He's pink tinged, sweating, wild eyed.

"Hey, Eddie, baby, look at me. You're being such a good boy, taking me, using me so well baby."

"Fuck yes" Eddie breathes, his eyes now fixated with yours, grounding him. "Thank you thank you thank you." He chants as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. He grabs onto your hips, plunging as hard into you as he can, and you feel a mounting desire burning in the depths of your stomach.

"Eddie yes fucking me so well, oh God baby, I'm gonna cum so hard." Your words of encouragement send him over the edge; with a stutter and a high pitched moan he comes, shaking and gripping you tight. He continues to thrust in you though, looking at your face, brow furrowed. It must feel too much but he wants, needs you to come again. You grab him by the ass and push him into you as far as he will go, arching your back, releasing a toe curling moan as you orgasm.

You both try and slow your breathing as you move your leg from his shoulder, still quivering.

"Jesus Christ, baby girl that was... wow" Eddie chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah? That good huh?" You smiled up at him, stroking a stray hair from his face.

"I just... if I knew you were gonna be so..."

"So what?" You frown at him.

"So... in charge! I mean, fuck that was... wow." He grinned at you, and you see your Eddie again. He rolls off you and disposes of the condom.

"What would you have done?" You smile at him, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up.

"Well, probably just thought about it a whole lot until you made a move." You laugh at that.

"Eddie that's what happened."

"Hmmm, impeccable logic. Still, you had no right keeping this to yourself."

You laugh and throw a pillow at him. He pretends its heavy and it knocks him to the bed. He wiggles underneath it, seemingly pinned. You crawl over to him, moving the pillow, and cage him in with your arms.

"So, I'll roll, you put the movie on, and then round three yeah?" You tilt your head with the question.

"Fuck baby girl you really are gonna be the death of me. But what a way to go!"

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slut4thebroken · 3 months

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Promise

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | He’s a perv and lowkey a bad friend lol

Warnings | Smut, technically non con, masturbating, objectification, degradation, misogyny?, perv neil (again).

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | Ty to whoever sent the ask for this 🙌 Also this is barely proofread btw

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Give me a sec, I need to finish getting dressed.” You said, with only your head in the frame. Your hair was still wet so you must have just gotten out of the shower. He smiled and watched your head disappear, listening to the sound of clothes rustling until you were finally sitting down in front of your computer. “Hi.” You said through a breath of exertion from rushing to get dressed.

“Hi.” He chuckled, but it trailed off when he noticed your top. You were wearing a very tight, very low cut tank top and no bra— He knew because he could just barely see your nipples poking through the fabric.

“How was your day?” You asked and he had to force his gaze to move back to your face, finding a small smile on your lips.

“Same as always. Went to work, came home. Nothing new.” He shrugged. “What about you? You were telling me about something earlier over text,”

“Right..” You groaned, already getting annoyed again at just the reminder of it. “You know that one coworker I hate?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled quietly.

“Well, she was there today.” You said bitterly, then started droning on about what happened. Honestly, he couldn’t listen to a word you were saying. He was watching your tits through the screen as his cock started fattening up in his pants— In his defense though… he hasn’t touched himself in like.. two days. So it’s only natural he’d get worked up so easily— especially because it’s you. He palmed his bulge beneath the camera, being careful not to move his arm too much.

He waited as long as he could… Honestly, he did.

“Hang on, I gotta turn my camera off really quick. I’m still listening though.”

“Okay.” You said, thinking nothing of it. He turned the camera off and you continued talking, gesturing with your hands, making your tits move in a way that had his mouth watering. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock and immediately started stroking it. His eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip to stifle a moan as his head fell back.

He was barely listening to your words, just wanting to hear your sweet voice and imagine you were saying something else instead… something far dirtier. Wanting to watch you again, he leaned his head back up and opened his eyes to study your face. Your lips looked so pink and pouty, and so fucking kissable— it drove him crazy.

“Neil..” You called out, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yeah?” He cleared his throat when he heard how raspy it already was.

“I asked if you were listening.” You giggled— fucking giggled.

“Sorry… I promise I am now.” It was so hard to talk with his cock in his hand, throbbing with need.

“Why can’t you turn your camera on?” You suddenly asked, making him freeze. He never thought you’d actually confront him about it…

“I- Uh… I spilled soda all over myself and I’m still trying to clean it up, while being mostly nude… I can turn it back on if you want.” He said suggestively.

“Okay okay, sorry.” You laughed, then continued talking. “Oh- I wanted to show you what I got the other day. It reminded me of you.” You smiled and then stood up, making his jaw drop. The tank top didn’t even reach your belly button and the shorts you were wearing rested low on your hips.

When you turned around, he choked on a moan and squeezed the base of his cock, trying not to come right then and there. No wonder the shorts were so low… If you pulled them up any higher, they’d expose more than just the very bottom of your ass. You must not have heard him because you walked a few more steps to your bookcase, then started looking for the mystery object. His hand had a mind of its own and started stroking again as he watched your hips sway while you looked through different drawers and shelves.

You bent down to look through the bottom half, sticking your ass out as if you were teasing him on purpose. He cursed under his breath when he could just barely see the outline of your pussy in the skin tight shorts. When you leaned back up, the fabric was even higher up on your ass now and when you turned around to walk back to the computer, he saw that your tank top shifted as well, exposing more of your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. They jiggled as you sat back down in the chair.

“Are you sure you’re listening?” He suddenly heard through the trance he was in.

“Mhm.. just keep talking. Promise I’m listening.” He tried not to say the words through a moan.

“Okay…” You said skeptically, but continued anyway. He was enjoying the view of your tits, but he desperately wanted to see your ass again, so he bit his lip and tried to think of a way to get you out of the chair again.

He waited until you were done talking before asking, “Is that thing up there new?” Your brows furrowed and you turned around to see what he was talking about.

“The figurine thing? I guess yeah. You haven’t been over in a while.”

“Can I see it?” You smiled and agreed and he watched you stand up and turn around, only letting you take two steps before stopping you. “Wait,” You froze and turned back around, leaning down into the frame so he could see your face.

“What?” The way you were bent over exposed even more of your tits and he stifled a groan at the sight.

“Nevermind, sorry.” He chuckled, playing it off. You seemed suspicious but eventually leaned back up and turned around to continue walking. You got up on your toes and reached up, making your tank top raise even more, now showing your entire lower back. He imagined seeing that when he had you bent over instead, squirming and moaning under him until he came on the cute little dimples you have.

“I used a stool to get it up here.” You laughed, dropping your heels, making your ass bounce, and twisting around to face the computer.

“It looks like you’re almost there.”

“Really?” You turned back around and looked up, then started reaching again, making little groans of effort that had his cock throbbing.

“Try jumping.”

“Neil, do you have to see it?” You huffed, already getting tired of this. “Can’t you just wait until the next time you come over?”

“But I want to see it now.” He made sure to make his pout show in his tone since you couldn’t see his face. You let out a loud, exaggerated groan in response, but kept trying. The first time you jumped, your fingers almost brushed it. He watched in awe and cursed under his breath at the way your ass moved when you landed. Is that how it would move when he plowed into you from behind?

You jumped again, just barely touching it. When you landed, you pulled your top down, embarrassed by how much of your midriff was showing. Neil muted his computer for a moment, needing to let out the sounds while you couldn’t see that he turned his sound off.

The tip of his cock was completely red now, pulsing and twitching in his hand as he neared his orgasm. He moaned loudly when you jumped again and his hips bucked up into his hand.

“Fuuuck..” He groaned, tilting his head back, but not too far so that he could still see the screen. When you jumped again, you finally grabbed it and he turned the audio back on as you walked over. Just before sitting, you pulled your tank top down again when you noticed how much of your stomach was showing. You didn’t seem to mind that the added coverage on your stomach was at the expense of the coverage on your tits. Or you just didn’t know.

You started talking about the figurine and where you got it, and he let out little uh huh’s or grunts in response. He genuinely had no idea what you were saying, but there wasn’t even a small part of him that cared. You put it down and suddenly stretched your arms up, leaning back in the chair to stretch your back with a low moan.

He felt his balls tighten up instantly and he got to his feet, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. He rapidly fisted his cock as you leaned back up, your top even lower now. With a stifled groan, his orgasm finally crashed over him. Rope after rope of come painted the computer screen, right on your tits.

“Neil?” You asked, but he couldn’t talk, not when his body was literally shaking from the intensity of the pleasure. “Are you okay?” He started panting quietly as he stroked the last bead of come out, then released his cock.

“Yeah.” He said through a breath, flopping back down onto the chair. His cock was still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, especially when he saw your come covered tits though the screen.

“Are you sure?” You were so cute when you got all concerned like this. So cute, but so dumb.

“Promise.”

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.”

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks.

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly.

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations.

Contingency plans are vital, okay?

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?”

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta.

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm.

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion.

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?”

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.”

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.”

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.”

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip.

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks.

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.”

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room.

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural.

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway.

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do.

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.”

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones.

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.”

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .”

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines.

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing.

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.”

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?”

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him.

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer.

Tim suffers.

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he.

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him.

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk.

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands.

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.”

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering.

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering.

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole.

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now.

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?”

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously?

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.”

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains?

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon.

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn.

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules?

Atoms?

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . .

Jesus. There's a thought.

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually.

Just–again, just Jesus.

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh.

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind.

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake!

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad.

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT.

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well.

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅

(Black dragons edition)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 : 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

( might write other characters if this doesn't flop)

WARNING : 18+, minors DNI. Guys it's obvious from the title 😭 masturbation, accidental nudes, voyeurism, smut.

WORDS COUNT : around 2500

𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊 :

Showing your best friend Lisa your new lingerie should have never went that far. Why did you even kept Wakasa's number in the first place ? It has been nearly four months since you two broke up, and you made it clear you would not come back. But fate had another say in the matter, and God was it a coincidence that his phone number and your best friend's looked so alike ?

The dying sun rays were seeping through the window of his office kissing his skin, the warmth and calm around the gym that afternoon weighing down his eyelids. Sore muscles left him on the verge of sleeping there, no clients, only Takeomi smoking right outside the gym, wouldn't it be the perfect time for a little nap ?

Unfortunately, some notification from his phone seemed against it. Sighing, Wakasa grabbed his phone, already knowing he would be ignoring the text message.

Except it was a video, and the sender's name had his usual stern expression turning into a frown. A text from you and his heart missed a beat. And for a second he'd wonder if he didn't actually fell asleep and it wasn't just a dream. You were nothing but a thought after all, the one keeping him up at night, the one creeping in everytime he holds a woman close, and the one having him hurrying to open that damn video.

To earn a single reaction from Wakasa Imaushi, someone would need to burn the candle at both ends, yet for you... You didn't even needed clothes to got him all-

-" Holy shit... " He stiffened.

The video started with his end, seeing you in front of your bathroom mirror, wrapped in what must have been the sexiest lingerie he has ever seen.

-" I bought it yesterday, and when I tell you I'm in love with this embroidery!"

You switched to the front camera and before he could comprehend anything, you started zooming on the black bra. His pants tightened at the same time, seeing how your slender fingers caressed the see-through embroidered fabric, accidentally making your breast pop up even more.

-" Fuck-"

With each inch of your skin a new fire was born in his guts, and as you flashed those perfect teeth in a smile, the blast was inevitable. He couldn't take it anymore and immediately slipped his hand in his pants, freeing his cock from its restraints, pumping the length slowly and drinking in the sight of your soft skin and how the fabric embraced it perfectly.

-" and bestie you gotta see the panties! "

As you lowered the camera, a grunt left his mouth. The panties were just as transparent as the bra, slight flowery embroidery to hide the lesser modesty. The plush of your thighs was poking out from the black garter belt, the skin he once upon a time loved to squeeze until bruising...

-" Uh... Baby" he panted, feeling the precum leaking along his shaft. Your body was displayed in front of him, and he was so ashamed but nothing in this world nor another could have stopped him from jerking off to the thought of your skin under his digits.

-" Oh my god, look how the curve of the ass is-"

-" Right... Be a doll and do a spin f'me, you just look-... So fuckin' adorable"

You were smiling, biting that pink lower lip while showing the back of the panties through the mirror, God help him through the heat he was feeling, God help him through the thoughts he was having.

-" I'd die... To bend you over that fuckin' sink. Goddamn, want that pussy clenching 'round my cock as it used to..."

Chasing desperately his high, his palm stroke his length faster and faster, not even focusing on the words you were saying as much as he tried remembering the sound of your voice screaming his name, he needed it, what you just made was straight forward sadistic because if previously he couldn't take you out of his head, currently he was desperately tightening his hand around him in order to fake the clenching of your pussy.

-" Gonna- shit... Gonna fuck my cum inside ya.Tie you to my damn bed so you're never leaving-"

-" right, I'm waiting for your review, see ya later !"

Just as the screen showed your smiling face again, you sent a kiss to the camera and also sent Wakasa Imaushi to cloud nine, dug his grave long before his time to come.

-" Hell-"

He came even faster than usual, throwing his head back, painting his hand white and breathing through an open mouth. His cock was still twitching in his hand, still hard as concrete when the screen turned black and showed him how much of a mess you made of him.

And the devils on his shoulders wouldn't stop crying one single thing, one single name. Outraged, they were, screaming at him, reminding him he was the white leopard, how come did he let what he wanted slip between his fingers that way ? Was he really in need to see what he had lost to actually realize how much of a wreck he had been since the break up ?

Wiping his hands clean on paper tissues, he tossed those ones on the trash and quickly grabbed his phone.

- This better be for me and only me, I'd hate to think you'd let someone else see those pretty tits ?

Delivered.

Read.

Could he eventually sense the hurricane that shook you to the core ? Could he have guessed the shock you've been through ?

A heart attack, a denial state and fifteen minutes later, he received your answer.

- I am profoundly sorry, this was addressed to my best friend. Ignore and delete it please, as well as my number.

Delivered.

Read.

A smirk adorned the pretty lips of the white leopard, too bad, he was already outside.

-" Hey loser?"

Takeomi turned toward his friend and deadpanned, watching as he walked toward him.

-" Close up the gym for me."

Takeomi's hands received the keys Wakasa threw just in time to not let them fall to the ground, as that one began making his way to his bike, the scarred face man asked.

-" Got something to do ?"

Placing his legs on each side of his motorcycle, his hand reached for his phone, as the other took out a lollipop from his pocket. Eyes on the screen, he didn't even peered at Takeomi while answering.

-" something I should've done a long time ago. "

His friend frowned then sighed , knowing he wouldn't get any answer. The one who received that answer was you, actually, some seconds later after his fingers tapped on the screen and pressed the send button, he started his bike.

- Daddy let you have enough fun, princess. Time to come back home.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 :

Now who's fault was it if both of you were suckers for late night rides ? He would ride his motorcycle with you on the back everytime you'd ask for, even when the rain was pouring like that night. At some point, you would probably catch a flu, and your childhood friend would never let you fall sick, right ?

Shinichiro Sano was a lot of things, but don't you ever dare say he is not a gentleman. Seeing how soaked you were from head to toe, he brought you back to his house, to his bathroom exactly and gave you one of his t-shirts and pants so he could drive you home in dry clothes, since the rain had stopped.

Secretly, he was dying to drive you back home. He was none but a man after all, you could've never imagined how hard was it for him to see your shirt turning transparent, your lips glistening and eyelashes wet from the rain. He wanted nothing more but to get as far as possible from his biggest temptation, you.

Satan's plan was simple, in order to lure you both in the third deadly sin. You would only remember you needed a towel once you got rid of your shirt and your pants.

-" Oh shit..." Where did he put the towels again ?

-" Shin ?"

Next step, he would hear you and think you were done. Stupidly, and too fast he would grab the door handle and walk in the bathroom, your mouth would fall agape and his eyes would widen.

-" Fuck-"

Even ice cubs were less frozen than you at that moment, and Shin was as paralyzed as a dead. His eyes trailed down your body, from your breasts poking out from your bra, to the seemingly soft skin of your belly. Then inevitably would meet your panties, and only when he'd see your thighs squeezing together would he finally get snapped out of his trance-like state.

-" forgi- I'm so sorry ! I- I thought you... Thought you were done-"

- " Shin, hey ! " He looked so pathetic, all red and fidgety that you couldn't help but make a step toward him.

-" I'm not a pervert, I promise... You, I mean... I swear I'm not enjoying-"

-" Shin, calm-"

-" No that's not what I meant ! Yeah, sure I'm enjoying the view, I mean... You're hot as fuck, but I don't- "

-" Stop !"

You voice rose up at the same time you grabbed the door handle and closed the door on both of you, thus finding yourself almost pressed against him, your faces only inches away from each other. That way, you couldn't miss how he gulped down, how his pupils dilated and his chest almost touched yours with his jerky breaths.

-" Please don't think of me as a creep... "

He whispered, lips almost grazing yours with each words. You licked your lips instinctively and his gaze fell on them, swallowing hard before he looked back at your eyes when you spoke.

-" It's okay, Shin. I know you didn't meant to."

Your soft voice all but sent shivers down his spine, then you chuckled, and he swore for a minute he forgot your body was so exposed in front of him.

-" and, do you really think I look hot ?"

Was it a question or a trap hole for him to fall into ? The fire burning his guts could not be compared to anything right now, he had seen them pretty pornstars, but never has he gone through such an arousal.

His heart stumbled on its own beats, mouth opening and closing several times and wheels obviously turning in his head.

-" Hell yeah !... " He couldn't help his gaze drifting toward your breasts again, mesmerized by the way they rose and fell with each breath you took. His gaze curiously built a fire in your lower belly, a confidence you only felt under your childhood friend's eyes. You tilted your head to the side while asking him-

-" Do you... Wanna touch it ?"

God how was he cute, with those dark eyes widening and his cheeks heating. You almost felt guilty for making him go through such a state of denial, almost because when he shook his head so fervently only seconds after realizing, God how cute was he...

-" Yes... I mean, really ? Isn't it-"

Your bra fell to the ground along with his last working braincells, if he already wasn't rock hard, now he was nothing more than a cigarette burning from lust, in the devil's mouth.

Shin gulped down, eyes stuck on you, and he would've died to be able to say something, to tell you how perfect you looked, but damn-

Damn you took his hand, and damn you put each of them on your bare chest and he should have been ashamed of the shaky breath leaving his mouth at the same time.

-" Can you feel my heart beating ?" Your whispering voice made him look back at your eyes, he bit his lip slightly and nodded his head.

-" You're so, so fucking soft" he praised, squeezing gently on your breasts. The small gasp he brought out of you was enough to make him drop his last spark of sanity and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

-" What the fuck are we doin', hm ?" As he asked, one of his hands left your breast to caress your thigh, you immediately wrapped that one around his waist, making him breath loudly, your most secretive part rubbed against the bulge in his pants, he swore he felt precum leaking on his underwear.

-" We're... Best friends right ?" you panted, began grinding your clothed cunt against him. " We gotta know everything about each other... "

-" Fuck...don't stop, please, this feel s'good ".

-" Yeah ? Am I making you feel good ? " You felt him nod against your neck's skin,bringing your body even closer and grinding himself against you.

Your hands reached for his neck, his squeezed your thigh and breast harder, and what a sight, both of you moaning and grinding against each other just as if you both have been dying internally for this...

-" Shin, here ! "

A particular thrust of his hips against you reached your clit over your panties, making your panties dampen under his adoring gaze. With each passing minute, he discovered his balls could grow even heavier, and when the lust reached an impossibly high spike, his other hand left your breast to lift you from the floor, lock eyes with you.

-" Fuck friends, need to be inside ya. Would you let me, please ? For me ? "

And who were you to deny your best friend anything, when his breath was so hard to catch ? When your own guts were burning and you were soaking his pants with your arousal?

-" Fuck me, Shin. Please, take me...hm ! "

Enough was enough, his lips met yours just like he always daydreamed about, when you would go for hours and hours speaking. It felt like flying on a cloud, your soft thigh on his hands, wet panties against him and lips devouring yours, even in his wildest dreams never has it been so perfect. And those dreams he had made a lot about you...

-" pretty girl, you're so good t'me. You don't even have to beg, gotta take this pretty pussy 'til you're dripping with my cum".

As carefully as with an eyelash on his eye, he carried you until his bedroom where he placed your body on the mattress and lied on top of you as soon, locking his dark gaze with yours.

-" But please, keep in mind friends don't know the way you taste ".

Ayoooo this was so shitty 😭 I straight forward hate it but you know me when I have an idea in mind, especially on late nights...

Anyway hope it's not too gross to read, gotta come back to writing that Mikey's baby girl sequel.

I don't know if anyone's gonna like this but if you do, and if you want other black dragons or even Tokyo rev characters accidentally seeing you naked, just name the character and I will write it !

@tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

#tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev fluff #black dragons #shinichiro sano #wakasa x reader #tr wakasa #wakasa imagines #wakasa x y/n #wakasa imaushi #wakasa smut #tokyo revengers wakasa #tr shinichiro #tokrev shinichiro #shinichiro x reader

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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I’ve recently picked up the guitar again and OWIE my fingies!!! I’ve lost my callouses and now I gotta build them up again and wowie owie they hurt… so here’s the 141 + König with an s/o that plays an instrument!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s mesmerized, he’s watching your fingers as they move up and down the keyboard, hypnotized by how graceful they are

(Bonus points if you’re on the task force with him, he’s in awe that something so beautiful is made by those hands that have killed before)

He loves hearing you play, even if it’s just practice, those warm up scales are like music to his hears, he’s instantly flooded with warmth as soon as he hears them, he knows beautiful music will soon follow

Whether you were classically trained, picked it up as a hobby, or you’ve made a career out of it, it’s all the same to him, you are amazing and the music you play sounds gorgeous coming from your hands

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He loves hearing you play, as soon as you grab your guitar he knows he’s in for a treat

He drops what he’s doing and goes wherever you’re sitting just to be in the same room

Even if you’re just strumming to warm up, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, he’s holding his breath when you start playing and if you sing??? Man’s gonna be window shopping for an engagement ring

It’s so magical hearing you play, he’s definitely gonna request a song or two, always cracks up when you say “anyway here’s wonderwall” and then you actually play it??? Incredible

John Price:

He’s so in love with you, it’s not even funny. He loves hearing the music carrying through the house, it’s so fucking beautiful to him

The living room is furnished around the piano, his favorite chair is positioned so that he’s able to watch you play

Sometimes he likes to sit on the bench with you and lean on you as you play, his eyes never leaving the way your fingers gracefully glide over the ivory keys

Whether you’re playing your favorite Chopin song, a song from your favorite video game or movie, or a pop song you heard on the radio, it all sounds so gorgeous to him, bonus points if it’s a song he knows, he’ll be humming along

Might even nod off on the sofa while he’s listening to you practice

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

Oh god he’s obsessed

Every time he hears a song he likes he sends it to you like, “[link] 👀🎶?” He has every ounce of confidence in your musical skills, whether you’re a novice or a professional

If you play more than one instrument? Rip. He wants the guitar version and the piano version of the same song smh so demanding

And when you’re able to pull it off? He’s hype man number one, he’s applauding like a mad man, like his life depends on cheering you on

Low key has recorded one of your practice sessions, he loves letting it play when he’s overseas and in his room, he feels so much closer to you, it’s like you’re right there with him and he feels so at peace

König:

He’s rooted in his seat as soon as he sees you grab your acoustic guitar, he immediately gets comfortable

Even if you’re just practicing and running through the same verse over and over again, he loves watching and hearing you

He watches your fingers as they pluck the strings and glide along the fretboard, he’s watching the way your tongue pokes out when you’re really focused, he chuckles quietly when you hit a sour note and groan

He’s every bit as excited as you are when you call him over to hear the finished song, he’s watching you with stars in his eyes as all the hours you spent practicing comes together

As soon as you’ve finished playing the new song, he’s got your face in his hands, peppering kisses all over you, he’s so proud of you!!!

(funny story that no one asked for bc I love over sharing: playing the piano is what made my husband want to date me when we first met 🤭)

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cosmal · 2 years

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congrat on 1000😭😭😭😭!!! i have a request for eddie and you can make it your own but i’d would love something about reader and eddie being in a secret relationship and him pulling her into a closet at school during passing period. and they make out and laugh trying to stay quiet lol. you can make it super fluffy and yeah lmao💓 LOVE UR STUFF UGH

thank u so much!!!! ur the bestest thank u for the request <3333

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — eddie pulls you into the janitor's closet instead of going to math class.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, making out, secret relationship

word count — 1.2k

The yelp Eddie lets out when you pinch his butt is almost embarrassing. He sounds like a schoolgirl and blushes madly like one. Slamming his locker shut, he turns to scold you.

“You little minx.” He gasps. He pushes his palm flat against your shoulder and pushes you lightly.

“Sorry, babe. You’re irresistible.” When there’s no one paying attention, the hallways only littered with the last people headed to class, it’s easy to be this way. Easy not to pretend. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He groans from the back of his throat, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t, Y/N.”

You blink slowly, “Don’t what?”

Laughing, he says, “Don’t start with me. I can’t right now.”

“What, you’ve got a math class to fall asleep in?” The grin on your lips is small and demure, but blinding all the same. Eddie swallows.

“No, but if you start teasing me. I won't be able to contain myself.” He leans on his locker and the bag that’s in his hands falls to the linoleum floor. You think he’s the most dramatic boy you’ve ever met. You love it.

Hand you your chest, faux scared, “God, whatever will I do?” You push your other hand to your forehead and dramatically tip back. Giggling, you then say, “I’m so worried.”

Eddie seemingly scans the hallway, and when he watches the last students turn the corner, he starts to laugh. You frown.

“Well, babe. You asked for it.”

“For what?”

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arms around your waist from behind and lifts you up. “Eddie!” You swat his arm, swinging your legs.

Laughing too loudly, he turns to push open the janitor's closet with his back and drags you both inside. He sets you down and spins you to face him by your shoulders. Eddie thinks the pout on your face is adorable. He has to kiss it away. Now.

He presses his lips to yours and when they don’t move, stuck in a frown, he pulls away. You don’t look impressed. He kisses you again and you push him back by his chest.

“What are you doing?” You whisper harshly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He steps forward lightly and when he thinks you won’t push him again, he wraps his arms back around you, pinning your arms to your chest.

“Sorry, babe. You’re irresistible.” He pecks your nose and you wrinkle your face. He can see your frown slowly fading.

“Don’t use my words against me.” You lean into him, up on your tiptoes, and he holds your weight caringly. Squeezing you like you might slip away. Like all the other times you’ve had to pretend - letting go of hands too quickly, making sure your stares don’t linger too long.

“They’re so smart though, sweetheart.” He frowns deeply, “How could I not?” Then, his stupid grin is planted right back on his lips. How could you hate that grin? And the pretty face behind it?

Even pretending to be mad at him is hard. Especially when it’s hard to publicly show how much you actually like him. Too many lost moments are painful. Incredibly so.

You think you should spend every moment with him, loving him. If you can’t do it in public yet, you’ll spend all your time alone showing him how easy it is to do.

“Eddie,” your voice is airy and light, and Eddie knows you’re putty in his arms, “Don’t you have a class?”

“Don’t care,” He plants you flat on your feet and snakes his arms to rest over your shoulders, crossing behind your neck, “This is way more important.”

You poke his chest, “Eddie, c’mon. You gotta keep your attendance up. We can’t be-“

Eddie kisses you to shut you up. Not because he doesn’t want to hear it, but because he knows you’re right. He detests it, really. So, no, he actually doesn’t want to hear it. He wants to make out with his girlfriend and forget about school completely.

You pull away and Eddie feels so suddenly needy. Like every time you break the loving kisses he’s trying to adore you with, you take away bits of his dignity with you.

“But you-” He leans forward to kiss you again and huffs a whiny plead right through your mouth.

“Eddie-” Kiss. “Stop.” Kiss. “Baby.” Baby, you say. He thinks he’s winning this game. The game you don’t know you're playing. This time he leans under your chin to kiss you, right on the skin over your jaw. He can feel your giggles over his lips.

“Stop,” You gasp, trying to hold back the laughter that’s bubbling in the back of your throat, “Stop.” The way you’re trying your best to be firm with him almost makes him want to laugh too.

Eddie raises his hand to cover your mouth, stifling your laughter. “Shh, babe.” He squints his eyes to keep his composure, “Don’t wanna get caught do you?”

Your eyes are wide, blinking softly as you shake your head. He lowers his hand and you lick your lips. He continues his attack on your neck, kissing and kissing and kissing. The laughter quietens completely and you’ve gone a little too quiet.

You angle your head a little and he thinks you don’t actually want him to stop. Parting his lips he murmur against your skin, “Don’t go all shy on me now, sweetheart.” The hitch in your breath and when he feels you swallow against his mouth, he knows you don’t want to stop.

“Eds,”

He chuckles then closes his mouth around your skin, nibbling gently. “Stop saying my name.”

You push against him and your knee comes up between his legs, pushing gently against the inside of his thigh, “You’re not listening to me.”

“Sorry, babe,” More nibbling, teeth grazing against your reddening skin, “Can’t focus when I’ve got my mouth all over you.”

You pull away from his bullying mouth and his lips let out a wet pop, “You’re such a tease.”

Eddie chuckles, a lovely, hearty sound that makes you smile just as kind. You reach a hand up to cup his face, thumb circling his skin. He subconsciously leans into your touch and you can feel his face warming under your palm.

“We really should get back.” You murmur. Your voice is almost too quiet but Eddie pouts like he heard you.

“Don’t wanna.” He shakes his head against your hand. You press your thumb into his cheek and then drop it back to your side. You know if you keep holding it there it’ll just make him want to stay even more. A tether, you think.

“C’mon.” You point your head towards the door.

There’s a beat like he’s thinking hard, “How many more days? Remind me again.”

“Eighty-three.”

Eighty-three days until school is over and you and Eddie don’t have to pretend anymore. Until everything can be normal. The both of you don’t like to dwell on the fact that you can’t be together in public just yet, but a countdown really does get you through it.

He nods, “Okay. Good.”

You kiss his cheek and head for the door, “I’ll see you tonight?”

Eddie beams, “Yeah. Yeah, you will.”

You open the door and leave, and Eddie waits an appropriate amount of time before leaving himself. Then heading to his math class before falling asleep.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months

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X Men Evolution Yandere Wanda, Magneto and Quicksilver with Quicksilver's future child from the future who inherited her father's speed ability but is faster then him

Hi Anonymous! Let's call you 🌼 Anon! I like the way you think! So, we can give thia a try:

They were used to the impossible. The strange. The odd and terrifying.

This was new.

"Daddy!" shouted a small child, who in a blur was crashed into Pietro, happily hugging his leg. "Daddy! Why are you young? Oh, hi Auntie Wanda! Hi Grandad!"

He wasn't sure what was wrong with this kid... That is, until they suddenly zoomed over to Wanda, then to his father, barely a fuzzy streak, and leaving dust in their wake. And it suddenly clicked.

Oh sweet heaven.

This was somehow his kid.

Wasn't it?

But- but how?! He'd never even dated anyone yet, let alone done the deed!

His suspicions are confirmed when his father has some of his followers run different DNA tests, all of which turn out positive. So, yep. The little bolter is his kid. Just his luck.

They even confirmed as much, saying they're from about ten years from the current year, saying how they were running one minute, and then they ended up outside the old home the Brotherhood were currently staying in.

They ended up staying with them, for the time being. Having a tot trailing after you isn't fun and games, especially in a house full of loud, rowdy teenagers. Or when said tot is faster than the speed of sound and curious, poking their nose into every little thing that intrigues them.

But... they do like him. And they don't think of him as anything but great, even when he tries to avoid them. Which is pretty hard, as surprise! They're actually FASTER than him. HIM!

He grows protective once someone tries to kidnap them. Zooming over before the out-of-place adult can snatch them and run, he grabs them faster, running until they're miles away, hidden in one of his father's various bases.

"Kid, what the h*ck?! You've gotta be more careful!" he shouts, only to be met with a crying child.

"Um... Hey, uh... It's- It's okay. Please, please stop crying-" he pleads. He never meant to make them cry, but he- he worried, okay?! He got scared! He... he could have... lost them. And that sobers his thoughts.

Okay. He needs to be more attentive. More caring. And maybe keep a harness on his kid, so at least if they run off, he's dragged with them.

He didn't think Wanda would be interested in them. He didn't even think she liked kids! Yeah, guess how wrong he was on that-

"Who is my adorable nibling? Next time you're daddy loses you, you auntie is going to curse him," she croons, hugging his sleepy child as they watch the television, some cartoon about sea creatures and a pineapple. "Isn't that right, Pietro?"

"Erm- y-yes, Wanda. Now give me back my kid!" he says, thus kicking off the small battle over his child, who slept through the entire thing.

They only team up when their father steps in.

"I want to see my grandchild, Pietro. Now, where are they?"

"Theh aren't here right now. They went out with Wanda," he responds, trying to keep calm. He knew his old man would show up eventually, but he wasn't about to have his father take his kid! That was HIS kid! He could handle sharing them with Wanda, even having the other Brotherhood guys near them (they were excited to be uncles), but his father was NOT stealing his little angel!

"Pietro, I'm bac- Father. I see you visited," Wanda remarks darkly, holding Reader in her arms, who in turn is holding a stuffed cat in their tiny arms.

"Ah, Wanda. May you please hand me my grandchild? It is time they come with me," Magneto says, holding his hand out.

"NO!" the twins shout at the same time. And suddenly the room burst into chaos.

Pietro speeds past Wanda, who pushes Reader into his arms, then rushes off, heading over to the X-Men's mansion, while Wanda deals with their father. It doesn't take her long to send Toad over with the news she nearly crushed their father to death, who escaped at the last minute, swearing he'd find Reader another day and have Grandfather-Grandchild bonding with them. The two shuddered at the thought. He'd likely teach his kid/her nibling how to conquer the world. Well... they'd probably help, if their little angel wanted to do it. But not now! They're, like, five! That's too young for world domination!

So, until their father is calmed down enough to not immediately wage war on the human race, and hasn't committed recent war crimes... Their little angel is staying right here, with THEM. All they can hope for is that the Professor doesn't help their father. No one ever knows when those two might form a truce...

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Imperfect Moments - Chapter One

a/n: This is my first intentional series, I hope you love it 🥹 I don’t have a posting schedule in mind but I do have several chapters already locked and loaded.

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pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: 1.4k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

warnings: none this chapter aside from a little language

jake_gvf just posted a photo

The notification appears and you flick it away.

Jake’s updates are the rarest and yet they irritate you the most. Josh had convinced you to follow everyone in the band, to “keep up with us when we’re gone,” and you’d done it simply because he’d asked. On the off chance that he’s posted a picture including his twin, you decide to open the app.

So pretentious. Bitch, you’re not a pirate.

Lame.

You leave the comment, knowing he’ll never see it.

When your phone starts ringing in your hands, you can’t help but smile as your favorite picture of Josh’s face graces the screen.

“Joshua, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You’ve really done it now, darling,” your heart rate picks up at the nickname, “Jake’s pissed.”

“Pissed about what?” You’re actually confused. You haven’t seen or even been in the same state as Jake in weeks. You rarely speak to him.

“Your little comment on his picture. Oh, he’s completely up in arms over it, throwing an actual tantrum! They call me the dramatic one.” Josh’s laughter is infectious and you join in happily, until what he’s saying sinks in.

“Wait, how did he even see that? He reads his own Instagram comments?” You didn’t think they took much control over that kind of thing, and you definitely didn’t think yours would stand out amongst the flood of fans drooling over him.

“Jacob takes his work on social media very seriously Y/N,” his tone is stern until a giggle comes over the line. He’s joking, but you’re chewing over your bottom lip, still concerned that your comment had even blipped on Jake’s radar.

“Y/N? You there?”

Shaken out of your contemplation, you fix a smile onto your lips that Josh can’t see. “Yeah! Sorry, sorry you have to deal with that. He’s so annoying.”

“No, this is great. I love it when you get under his skin, the entertainment is free. I do need to go though, just wanted to say thank you for making me laugh from afar.”

“Pleased to be of service,” you chuckle, proud of yourself for earning the praise of the older twin. “When do you get back?”

“Hmm, I think we’ll be home next week. Maybe Friday? I’ll let you know, we can go out!”

“Sounds good, I miss you already,” it slips out, but you mean it.

“We haven’t been gone that long! I’ve gotta go darling, talk soon!”

“Yeah, talk soon. Bye J-“

He’s already hung up.

You’re not sure why you’ve never clicked with Jake when it had been instant with his literal carbon copy, he’d immediately seemed to dislike you after your first meeting. You figure it’s probably because he’s too pretty for his own good and unfortunately, he knows it.

Josh is pretty like that too, unbelievably so, but it’s almost like he has no idea. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You might be in love with him.

He’s completely oblivious.

It’s hard to not develop a crush on Josh. You’re sure that anyone who’s ever interacted with him walks away a little bit in love, and you interact with him more than most but in over a year, he’s never given you the impression that he feels anything more than platonic affection for you.

Stupidly, that hasn’t stopped you from letting your world revolve around him.

Over a thousand miles away, reclined against the pillows of his claimed bed in the hotel room he’s currently sharing with his brother, Jake is staring at his phone. Fuming.

“What the fuck is her problem?”

“Who?” Josh can’t help but poke the bear.

“Your little friend, where does she get off calling me lame? Like she doesn’t know who the fuck I am.” Jake’s a humble guy, normally. Or at least he thinks he is.

“And who the fuck are you, Jake, hm? I quite enjoy that she doesn’t like you.”

“What you quite enjoy is that she only likes you. You love the attention, it’s sort of pathetic.” He doesn’t mean it, not really, but the friendship between you and his brother grates on his nerves in a way he won’t bother explaining. “You know she’s into you, right?”

“Y/N?! No, it’s not like that with us.”

“Josh, it’s not like that with you. She never leaves you alone. She likes you, it’s disturbingly obvious.”

“To who?” He seems genuinely surprised by this revelation, eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

“You’re an idiot,” Jake mutters it under his breath as he deletes your comment under his post and then promptly drops the conversation.

The following week, the guys got back into town on Friday, just as Josh had thought. And he had called you, just as he said he would. What he failed to do however, was tell you that all of his brothers would be joining you when he suggested you go out.

When you walked up to the table expecting to find Josh with his beaming smile and head full of curls, only to be met with three beaming smiles and one distinct sneer, the disappointment settled deep in your belly. Rather than allow it to show, you greeted them cheerily.

“Fancy seeing all of you here! How was Florida?”

They each stand to offer you a hug, Sam giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek before dragging Danny to the bar with him to order a round. When Josh wraps his arms around you, you return the gesture and hold onto him for longer than you should. You really did miss him, but your reunion is soured by the look of displeasure on Jake’s face. Unfortunately, it’s directed at you and your eyes have found his over Josh's shoulder. You maintain the eye contact as the embrace comes to an end.

“Jacob.”

“Y/N.”

“Well look at the two of you, it’s been thirty seconds and you haven’t cursed at or spit on each other yet!” Josh truly does find your distaste for one another entertaining, it’s puzzling to him but he enjoys trying to figure it out.

“The night is still young. I need a drink.” Jake finally stands and bumps your shoulder with his as he makes his way across the room where the others are waiting at the bar.

“I can’t believe you guys have the same DNA. He’s such an asshole,” you huff out as you rub the spot on your shoulder that Jake had touched. Josh simply laughs.

Most interactions you have with Jake end with you telling one of his brothers he’s an asshole. He’s never actually touched you though, not since the handshake you shared when you first met. His body’s contact with yours leaves you feeling off-balance and irritated, and you eventually call the night early after confirming with Josh that the two of you will get together soon.

Josh turns from you when you leave his side, sips his drink and keeps talking with Sam.

Jake watches your back until you’ve left the building.

The thing about Jake that no one knows, not even his twin, is that he’s jealous. Jealous of your easy friendship, envious of the attention you’re constantly showering his brother with.

When you’d been introduced he’d been pleased to finally meet you, but the sheer amount of time you spent with Josh quickly became excessive. While the world had literally shut down, he’d watched you cling to his brother in a time where contact with other people had become so limited.

The part that bothers him is that he envies what Josh refuses to realize is there. Josh doesn’t appreciate what you have to offer, and it makes him feel like he’s not allowed to. Not allowed to indulge in your presence, not allowed to admire you. So he’s gotten to know you from a distance, overhearing phone conversations and eavesdropping when you’re in their home. Occasionally he’ll join the two of you but keeps his communication with you scarce, or nonexistent.

Which is fine. He can handle that, except he’s seen what’s going on behind your eyes every time you let them linger on Josh’s face. He can feel it radiating from you if he gets too close. Somewhere along the way, you’d developed feelings for his brother.

And he wishes they had been for him.

Therefore, he acts like he can’t stand you. In turn, he knows you hate him because of it.

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iamknicole · 9 months

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Chapter Three

Warnings: Cursing, Discipline, 18+ (excuse any typos)

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Chapter Two

"Look who remembers they have a mother on the other side of the country," Nadine chuckled into the receiver, "Been a whole three months since I've heard from you, Moriah DeBreaux."

Moriah's sigh floated through her lips. "Mama, I texted you at least once or twice a day when I'm not working."

"Hearing your voice and texting are not the same thing. So why haven't I heard from you?"

Zilla looked over at his girlfriend from the road, putting a comforting hand on her thigh. He felt bad being the one that told her to call but he knew she couldn't avoid Nadine forever.

"Between work and Zilla, I've just been a little busy trying to get into our routine. I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm sorry for not calling."

Nadine hummed at the sound of his name. "So you and him are settling in fine then I suppose?"

"Yes, Mama, we've been fine."

"I should say that's good," she mumbled, "And the furniture? It's still all okay? Your father insisted on picking the sofa but I had final say."

Before Moriah could stop him, Zilla pulled the phone from her as they came to a red light. He held it away from her, pushing her hands away from him as he laughed.

"I'm glad you asked, Ms. Nadine. The sofa is real nice, came in handy until we got our actual bed."

"What does that mean, Isayah?"

He laughed seeing Moriah mouth 'no' to him. Quietly, he told her to relax as he drove through the green light.

"That means that I understood the assignment from the condoms to the sofa, you wanted to make sure we was safely and comfortably gettin busy," he explained ignoring his girlfriend hitting his arm, "And I wanted to let you know we did just that. You should definitely get one of them sofas for ya house too should you decide to date again."

The line went silent, Zilla had to hold back how loudly he wanted to laugh while Moriah sat mortified and laughing in the passenger seat.

"Tell Moriah I will talk to her later."

Zilla chuckled, "Yes ma'am, Ms. Nadine. Forreal though, think about gettin the sofa. Aight?"

When the phone hung up, he passed it back to her still laughing. She snatched it and tossed it into her purse.

"I'm gonna beat ya ass in your sleep tonight. You just wait. Why would you say that to her? Why?"

He shrugged playfully. "Sometimes you gotta get people before they get you, Fat. You know she was bout to start with you."

"I know but it's cause she was upset I hadn't called her in three months."

"Man," he stressed, sucking his teeth, "Fuck all that. If she wanted to talk to you, she woulda called you. Did she call you?"

"No, but."

"Ain't no but. If she wanted to talk, she woulda called. Everything ain't ya fault. You hear me?"

"I hear you, Zay. You're right."

He squeezed her thigh lovingly before returning his hand to the steering wheel. "Relax, don't even think about it. Gone and take a nap, we got like 2 more hours to we get to Pensacola."

"I'm not," she paused to yawn, "I'm not tired though."

He laughed, "Stop bein so damn hard headed and take the nap."

She mimicked him as she got comfortable, he reached in the backseat passing her his blanket. He glanced at her to make sure she was covered up saying softly that he loved her.

Clack

Clack, Clack

Huffing, fourteen year old Moriah snatched her covers off and went to let up her window. She poked her head out, not at all surprised to see Zilla smiling up at her.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked in a hushed tone.

He shrugged, "It's like one something. So what?"

"One in the morning, Isayah. I was sleep, you should be sleep."

Again he shrugged. "Couldn't sleep and you ain't answer ya phone so I came here."

"Because I was sleeping like a normal person," she frowned, "How did you even get out?"

His smile was back, although this time it resembled a sneaky grin.

"Cause I'm me. Come on."

"My mama is gonna kill me if she catches me. No."

"She ain't gon catch you, ima have you back in time like always."

Groaning, Moriah quietly shut her window and went to get her vans. She didn't bother putting anything over her pajamas or taking off her scarf but she did fix up her bed before quietly leaving her bedroom. When she got downstairs, she grabbed them both juices and eased out of the back door. She passed him a juice and stared at him.

"What I do?" He asked opening his juice.

"Don't play with me," she warned, "I'm out here. What do you want?"

He grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him out the back gate. They walked down the sidewalk in silence besides the neighborhood dogs barking. He would squeeze her hand every now and then.

"I got a competition next weekend. You coming?"

"Where at?"

"Dallas. Your mom said she would bring you, if you wanna go."

He shrugged, starting to shake his head.

"You haven't been to one in months, I really want you to come."

He glanced at her, coming to a stop under one of the street lights. Standing in front of him, she reached up to fix his hair a slight frown on her face.

"I'll see what I can do."

Moriah's face completely dropped at his words. She knew what that meant and it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Just tell me no cause that's what that means. What girl is it this time? Or is it your new friends again?"

"Ain't no girl, Fat."

"So it's those boys then. You'd rather get in trouble then come support me. I gotta be in trouble all the time to get you to hang out with me or something?"

He frowned down at her. "I ain't say shit about gettin in trouble. I just already made plans with them."

"Plans to do what," she asked, folding her arms across her trouble. She scoffed when he didn't answer. "Exactly. You only wanna hang out with me when they don't need you or in the middle of night. I barely even see you in school anymore, Zay. If you don't wanna be friends no more, just say that."

Realizing she was about to walk away, Zilla pulled her back to him and held on so she couldn't move. He leaned back against the street light, hugging her tight.

"I know it ain't that easy to get rid of you," he joked. "Ima make more time for you but you not my only friend, Fat."

She scoffed trying to pull away. "Those boys ain't your friends. The ones from your neighborhood and school are but then other ones ain't."

He huffed not taking his arms from around her. "Either way, you ain't the only one but you are the most important even though I ain't acting like it. Ima do better wit you. I promise. Aight?"

"And you promise to come to school," she added staring up at him.

He chucked. "Not every day but I promise."

"And you're gonna come to my competition next weekend?"

"Only if you come to a party with me tomorrow."

She huffed playfully. "Fine, I'll go but you better come. I'm not playing."

"Bet," he yawned, "Let's go to my crib."

Knowing she shouldn't, Moriah walked to his house with him talking the whole way there. He kept hold of her hand, keeping watch of any danger. When they got to the house one of his brothers was in the kitchen, he made eye contact with them both then checked the clock. He questioned the teenagers but didn't dig too deep into it.

Making it to his room, he got comfortable in his basketball shorts then got in his bed beside Moriah. He pulled her close to him.

"Why you like bein bad?" She asked softly.

"Ion like it, it just happens."

"You're making the choice though, Zay." She sighed thinking of her next words. "You made the choice to not hang out with me and leave me alone at school. Pretty soon you're gonna leave me alone out here."

He turned her over to face him, she wasn't surprised to see him frowning.

"What you mean?"

"It ain't a secret, Zilla. Your mom tells you all the time if you don't stop you're gonna go to jail. The stuff that you're doing is gonna put you there and you're gonna leave me."

Although it annoyed him to constantly hear that, he didn't like the way it affected the people around him but it wasn't enough to make him stop. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he hugged her briefly.

"I ain't goin nowhere, man. Ima be right here so we can do the shit you planned for us." He chuckled seeing her smile.

"Promise?"

He had no idea if he could keep it.

"Promise."

Taking a chance, Zilla captured her lips in a kiss. It was something he wanted to do for a while but was never quite sure if she felt the same way. The chemistry in that moment felt like the right time, her kissing him back confirmed his thoughts. He pulled away first then kissed her forehead.

"Go to sleep. Ima make sure you up in time to get home."

Around 8am, the teenagers were being woken up by hits from a broom. They jumped out of their sleep, looking around in confusion and blocking the hits. Leata landed a few more smacks with the broom.

"Do you know how crazy you two have made everybody?" She yelled. "Your mother has been panicking cause she woke up and you weren't in your bed, Moriah! Your father is trying to get here from Georgia and you're in my house!"

Zilla stood from the bed, rubbing at his eyes. "It ain't her fault, Ma. It's mine, my bad."

"My bad?" She repeated in disbelief and hit him a few more times. "And no worries, I already know it's your fault but she knew better too! What were you thinking sneaking out, Moriah?"

Moriah fumbled with her nails nervously, not wanting to get hit again. "I usually make it back in time. We don't usually come here."

"Usually? Oh so you two have been sneaking out for a while then! What is wrong with you two? What if something happened?"

Zilla sucked his teeth. "Man, I got her. Wasn't nothin gon happen to her."

"I've had it up to here with you and your attitude, Isayah. You two were wrong," Leata stressed. "Especially knowing that her mother doesn't even want you two bein friends! Just … get your stuff, I'm taking you home, Moriah. And you're going too and you're gonna apologize to her mother."

When they pulled up to Moriah's house, Nadine was waiting on the porch with a police officer. All three collectively sighed, as Leata put the car in park she turned to look at the teenagers.

"I don't want any attitude out of either of you, it's only gonna make this worse. Apologize then keep your mouths shut. Are we clear?" She waited for them to nod and got out of the car. "Nadine, I'm so sorry about this. I had no idea she was at my house."

Nadine flew off of the porch to her daughter, frantically checking her for bruises and any signs of distress. The officer stepped off the porch going to the group.

"Everything seems to be alright here. Call if you need anything else ma'am."

"Everything is not alright," she spat, "That boy kidnapped my daughter and I want something done about it."

The officer held back what he wanted to say instead tried to be diplomatic. "Ms. DeBreaux, were you at their house against your will? Did you want to be there?"

"I wanted to be there," she said softly.

"Did this young man coerce you out of your home?" Moriah shook her head. "Okay so Mrs. DeBreaux, there's nothing I can do as she was not kidnapped. The only option you would have, I don't think you would like much."

"Ms. Parker. And what's that?"

"My apologies, Ms. Parker. Taking her in as a runaway child and charging her but that's only going to affect your daughter. I cannot take him unless his mother decides on that." The officer explained gently.

Nadine looked between the teenagers as she thought over her choices then a smirk appeared on her face.

"Can you hold her while I decide if I wanna press charges or not?"

"Mama!" Moriah shrieked, terror was written all over her face.

"Now, Nadine, a simple punishment will do." Leata interjected trying to help.

"With all due respect, I won't be taking parental advice from someone with a child like yours," she spat. "Now, can you or can't you hold her, Officer?"

He sighed, giving Moriah a quick, apologetic look. "Yes ma'am, we can hold her for up to 72 hours."

"Mama, don't do that." She pleaded starting to tear up.

Zilla scrunched his face up, "That's some bullshit. It ain't even that serious."

Leata quickly shushed her son.

"I'm nipping it in the bud now, something your mother should've done, Isayah." Nadine smiled widely. "Take her, Officer. Her father and I need to decide what to do with her."

Taking out his cuffs, the officer waited for her to give her phone to her mother then reluctantly cuffed her. She cried as he walked her to his patrol car, he helped her in then went back to Nadine. Zilla went to his patrol car to reassure her through the window, trying to get her to stop crying.

"Ms. Parker, if you take longer than 72 hours the decision will no longer be yours and she'll be charged as a runway."

"Let's say we decide to move ahead, what kind of punishment will she get?"

He cleared his throat, trying to bite his tongue. "Anywhere from community service to a year in the detention center, ma'am."

"Thank you. You can take her now, I need time to think," she informed him politely.

When the patrol car drove away, Leata stayed put to talk to Nadine. She knew that the teenagers shouldn't be sneaking out but Nadine was pushing it.

"I know that you're not fond of their friendship and I know that what they did was wrong but locking her up is too far. That girl has never been in trouble," Leata spoke calmly, "You're going to traumatize her if you leave her in there for three days and if you press charges. This is not right, Nadine."

Nadine chuckled, "She wasn't worried about being traumatized when she was laid up all night with your son so I'm not gonna worry about it now."

"Nadine, really? This is a lot even for you."

"Moriah is my child, not yours. You don't get a say in how I raise my kids, Leata."

Moriah's father, Hassan flew in that night and woke up early to get his daughter out of holding. She cried in the backseat the whole way back to the house, going straight to her room when they got back. Hassan argued with his ex-wife after finding out that she was still entertaining the idea of pressing charges. The only way he got her to change her mind was by threatening to take his daughter with him back to Georgia. He stuck around for two weeks as support for his daughter, having a few conversations with Leata and Zilla while he was there against Nadine's wishes.

After ending the call with Moriah, Nadine facetimed her ex-husband to fill him in on the conversation. Her blood was boiling from the things Zilla had said to her. When he answered, she could tell that she had interrupted him working but she didn't care.

"What's goin on, Nadine? Everything alright?" He asked looking at his computer screen.

"It would be nice to have your attention while I speak, Hassan."

With a shake of his head, Hassan did a few more things on his computer then turned to look at his ex-wife's face on his phone. "You've got my attention. What's up?"

"Your daughter's boyfriend is what's up," she says with an eye roll, "She finally calls after three months and he interrupts our conversation to tell me about them gettin busy. The nerve of that boy."

He chuckled at the sour face expression she had. "He just said that out of the blue or were you bothering Moriah?"

"You think you know everything. All I did was ask her how the sofa was working out for them."

"And I'm assuming before that you had something smart to say about him or their relationship."

"I … that's not the point," she said pointedly. "That boy told me he understood the assignment from me giving them condoms and a sofa."

"Both of which you gave them to be a smartass, Didi. They would've had a much smaller sofa if I let you pick it." He shook his head letting a soft chuckle pass his lips. "He's not gonna let you keep poking at them or Moriah, I keep telling you that."

She scoffed, "He needs to respect his elders. That boy is disrespectful."

"Respect is given, Didi. You haven't given him a reason to respect you, especially with the way you've been disrespecting him and his mama for years. He's bit his tongue because he loves Moriah but she's also gonna be the reason he stops biting his tongue."

When the call went silent, Hassan turned back to his computer to computer his work while he waited for her next thought to come through. He had been trying to explain to Nadine that trying to keep the young couple apart or drive a wedge in between them was going to backfire on her for years but he knew his ex-wife didn't understand that. Not yet at least.

"You need to go down there and check that apartment out, Hassan. Check on our baby."

He laughed, "What do you think he's doing to her? You know our child, if he wasn't doing right and if the apartment wasn't up to par … she would not be there."

"Will you just please go? It'll make me feel better."

"Or you could go yourself, Didi."

"Hassan, please."

Glancing at the screen, he sighed seeing her slight pout that reminded him of their daughter.

"I'll see what I can do but I'm not getting in their business."

She smiled widely. "Thank you. I owe you."

When the couple got to Pensacola, Zilla drove them to his cousin's house where they would be staying for the weekend. Jon and Trinity invited them to get them out and around family for a little while. Moriah had met them a few times before, they made her feel apart of the family just like the rest of his family had.

"How you like that hospital, sis?" Trinity asked as she braided Moriah's hair in the living room.

"It's cool so far, most of my coworkers are nice." Moriah responded excitedly. "I didn't really think I would like the emergency department but it's growing on me."

"Where did you wanna be?"

"Pediatrics or Labor and Delivery," she shrugged, "I'll get there eventually though."

Trinity hummed out a response finishing a braid. "How have you and Zilla been? I know yall get lonely by yourselves."

"Not lonely but it's definitely different not having his mom around. I didn't realize how much the both of us spent with her," she chuckled. "Our first like week or two, we couldn't sleep without talking to her. It was crazy."

Trinity laughed, touching Moriah's shoulder. "I can't even judge yall, I would be the same way. How's he liking it so far?"

"He likes it a lot and he made a friend but I can tell he gets sad sometimes."

"Cause of his dad?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he wants to share it with him and train to him but can't and that upsets him."

"He talk to you about it?"

"Not in detail. He told me what I just told you and that was the end of it. He's not great with that kind of emotion."

Hearing their other halves voices, both of them stopped talking and waited. Jon went to mess with Moriah's hair and she slapped his hands away playfully.

"You just like Zay," she laughed, "Annoying as hell. Move."

He put a hand to his chest acting as if he was offended. "I invite you to my house and you treat me that way. You sleeping on the patio, Zilla can sleep inside."

Zilla started to laugh until he made eye contact with his girlfriend.

"That's funny, Fatu?"

Zilla tried to stop laughing. "I mean."

Trinity laughed, "Think carefully about your answer."

"You gon let Jon put me outside?"

"Aye, uce, don't let them punk you like that," Jon joked hitting Zilla's chest, "I got yo back."

"Don't get yourself in trouble, Jon." Trinity added.

Jon sucked his teeth playfully nudging his cousin. "Man, come on. Tryna get us in trouble. We'll be back, goin to the store."

Later that night, the couple cuddle in bed in their guest room after the long day. Zilla and Jon cooked on the grill for everybody then they ended the night with a couple of movies.

"You tired?" He asked softly.

"No but I'm not having sex with you in your cousin's house," she chuckled.

He kissed her face then her neck. "I wasn't even finna say that but if I was, you act like we ain't did that in both our people houses before."

"Nobody asked you to bring that to. What you want though?"

"Just wanted to talk, if that's cool with you, fun police."

She laughed pinching his arm. "I am not. Talking is fine though, I'm listening, babe."

"I know I fucked up the plan you had for us gettin put away for all that time and I'm sorry for that," he paused to kiss the side of her face, "Ima make it up to you. Ima take us around the world, put you in a big ass house just like this and get you a nice ass car."

She smiled a little. "I don't need all that."

"I know but you deserve it though. Ima put a rock on your finger too. And you know what's gon happen after that?"

"Tell me."

He moved his hand to her stomach, rubbing it. "We gon have lil Zillas. I was think bout 4 or 5 should be enough."

She laughed softly putting her hand on top of his. "Who is about to push 5 babies out? I think we need to discuss that a little more."

"You gon push em out and ima be right there with you for all of it. Where you wanna live at? Texas? Here?"

She hummed thinking it over, "Uuh unless your mom is gonna stay near us wherever we go then we'll be in Texas."

"Cool with me," he responded going back to kissing her neck, "Zilla gon spend the rest of my life takin care of ya hard headed ass. Zilla got you forever. Aight?"

"I know, babe."

He pulled her closer, holding her tighter. "Just bare wit me, Fat. Ion know the right answers all the time but ima try."

"As long as your trying, that's all I care about, Zay."

Down the hall, the older couple was still getting ready for bed and engaged in conversation. There was more to their invitation than they told the young couple.

"She mention her mama to you, Trin?"

Trinity shook her head trying to tie her scarf around her head. "Nope. We talked about everything except her mom."

"Mmm," he hummed going to finish brushing his teeth, "Zilla definitely had something to say about her. And I'm sorry but he better than me, I would've been cussed her ass out."

She fixed her scarf then turned to her husband, "That bad? What he say about her?"

"Just that she always got some smart shit to say about him and they relationship and that she pick at Moriah, tryna make her feel bad."

"I'm not accusing him of anything but did he cheat on her something? Why doesn't she like him?" Trinity asked going to their closet for her pajamas. "As long as it's been and she still don't like him. It's gotta be something."

"That's just it, he ain't did no shit like that to her. They ain't get together to after he got out."

She hummed. "Maybe it's the prison thing."

"Nope," he shook his head, "She ain't like him way before that. When they was teenagers, she was about to send that girl to the detention center just to keep them apart."

After a few moments, Trinity emerged from the closet with a frown on her face. Jon explained the whole situation to her, making sure not to miss a detail.

"That was a bit much. I get it she snuck out but to go that far is crazy."

"Exactly," Jon exclaimed, "Uce think it's something to do with her dad and their divorce."

Trinity stared at her husband for a moment before it clicked. "You want me to ask her about their divorce?"

"Yeah, see what happened. It could help."

"I'll ask but after I do the most important thing. She needs to put her foot down with her mom and put down some boundaries."

He nodded going over to his side of the bed. "Cause she him ruin their relationship and ion wanna see that. I like her and Uce together, they cute."

"And they really love each other. You can tell."

He pulled the covers down on his wife's side so she could get into bed. "So the plan for tomorrow is to get her to talk about her mama and ima get his ass to open up a lil more about his feelings. Deal?"

#AAO #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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bluesfortheredj · 2 years

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She’s everything I’m not.

School was boring to say the least; you were counting down the days until you graduated, mentally ticking off each lesson as it passed.

“Hey baby,” Eddie whispers through your hair as he slides his arms around your waist from behind and crosses them over your stomach, “missed you.”

School was boring, but Eddie Munson was most certainly not, and he made being here worth every second.

“I literally just saw you an hour ago,” you laugh as you turn around in his grasp and drape your arms around his shoulders, “but I missed you too.��

You stare up at his goofy grin, his hair falling neatly around his shoulders as if he’d just styled it, and you squint a little as you wonder just how you got so lucky with having him as your boyfriend.

“What?” he asks, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Nothing,” you shake your head.

“I don’t believe that for one second… tell me what’s going on inside your pretty little head darling.”

“I was just asking myself how I got so damn lucky.”

Eddie blushes and looks down so that his hair falls across his face to hide the rising crimson colour on his cheeks, “I’m the one who should be thinking that,” he scoffs, “look at you! God, you’re just so gorgeous.”

“Stop it!” you chuckle, playfully hitting his chest and breaking his grasp around you, “I’ve gotta go. See you later lover boy.”

“Ah ah ah,” he stops you by gently grabbing your wrist just as you turn to go, then tugs on your arm so you spin back towards him, “where’s my kiss?” he questions, tapping his lips with his forefinger.

You gladly step up to him and close your eyes as you lean up to his face for the most loving of kisses, then you part slowly, sweeping your tongue along your lips to savour the taste of him. He extends his arm as you step away and only lets go when he absolutely has to, then gives you an enthusiastic bow just as Chrissy comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. You have to turn away to see where you’re going, but you’re left with a slight furrowed brow at the fact that Chrissy of all people was purposely about to talk to your boyfriend.

A few steps later you can’t help but dip round a corner and poke your head out to see what was going on, and the sight that greets you makes your heart drop into your stomach; there she stands, this perfectly shaped cheerleader with her short skirt showing off her slim legs, the blonde hair tied up in a perfectly formed ponytail, and her pretty face smiling up at Eddie. It was far from what you wanted to see after such a sweet moment with him, and you can’t help but look down at yourself and tug at your clothes that fitted on your less than perfect body.

“Screw it,” you sigh, walking off to your next lesson with a sudden heavy rain cloud hanging over your head.

Lunch comes around and the last thing you want to do right now is eat anything, so instead of heading to the cafeteria you go out and decide to retreat to yours and Eddie’s secret hiding place in the woods on the perimeter of the school. It was a safe space and actually where you first met, so it held a special place in your heart. You’re almost there when you hear Eddie’s voice; enthusiastic and happy as he talks to whoever it is he’s with. You sneak from tree to tree until the clearing comes into view and you have to throw your hand up to stifle the gasp that comes up in your throat when you see that familiar cheerleading uniform.

Chrissy sits there with the biggest smile on her face as Eddie puts on the amateur dramatics in front of her that he does for you, and your heart feels as though it breaks in two when he pulls the collar of his t-shirt down to show her one of his tattoos. It’s more than you can stand, and you have to swallow a sob as you turn around and begin to run through the leaves, making a loud crunching sound they were sure to hear as you go. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hurl, and you wanted to punch something all at the same time; it was mere hours ago that you were cuddling up together in the corridor for all to see, and now he was with Chrissy in your shared sacred place. It hurt, it hurt a lot, and you couldn’t wait to get out of there away from everyone. Your run slows to a fast walk as you keep your head down and avoid the school, heading onto the main road instead.

“Hey, woah, woah,” a voice says as hands grip onto your shoulders.

You look up to see Billy Hargrove standing there, his head dipped down so he could make eye contact with you. He was in your year but looked, and acted, much older than he was and although you wouldn’t class yourselves as friends, you did say the odd word to one another in if you had a lesson together.

“Sorry,” you mumble, attempting to move around him but failing to get him to loosen his grip on you.

“It’s okay… how come you’re skipping school? Not like you,” he prods, releasing his hands but draping an arm around your shoulders to guide you to his car and sit on the hood.

“It’s, uh…” you look up to see Chrissy exit the woods first and you hold your breath as Eddie then follows at a distance.

“Well, fuck,” Billy scoffs, “I did not see that coming.”

“Helpful,” you sigh.

“The cheerleader and the freak...” he continues.

“Oi!” you frown, poking him in the side with your elbow, “that’s my boyf- just don’t talk about Eddie like that, okay?”

Billy holds his hands up either side of him in defeat, “sorry! Didn’t mean to offend.”

“Yes you did.”

“Yeah… I did,” he shrugs, “are you gonna confront him then? He can’t get away with doing that shit to you.”

“He hasn’t done anything.”

“And how do you know that?” he asks, lighting up a smoke and offering you one, which you gladly take.

“Because it’s Eddie, I trust him.”

“But what about her with that little skirt all the way up her butt?”

“Not so much,” you mutter, allowing him to light your cigarette.

The two of you sit against his car in silence for the duration of your smokes and even though it was someone you didn’t think you’d be confiding in, it was nice to have a person there to talk to.

“Well, fuck…” you begin, dropping the butt of your cigarette and stamping it out with your shoe, “I did not see this coming.”

Billy laughs at you using his words from earlier, “the bad boy and the pretty geek.”

You chuckle at him, “I’ll take that.”

“Don’t let them mess you about (Y/N),” he suddenly says in a serious manner, “you’re worth more than that, darlin’.”

Your eyebrows raise at his comment, “unexpected… but thank you. I’m gonna head home. I take it you’re not going back in either then?”

He smirks, “you know me… got a hot date in town.”

“Of course,” you nod, lifting yourself from the car, “have fun.”

“You know I will,” he winks, “see you around.”

“See you Billy,” you smile as you begin to walk to the road.

Eddie looks around the classroom for you, your absence extremely out of character, and he begins to worry as to your whereabouts. You seemed perfectly fine earlier, was it maybe something you ate at lunch? Your period starting? A headache? He didn’t know, but he had to find out somehow, so he excuses himself and runs out of the school like a bat out of hell. Billy’s starting his engine just as Eddie comes flying from the main door and he cuts him off by accelerating the car right in his path.

“Hey,” Billy growls, “don’t fuck (Y/N) around, okay?”

Eddie’s completely taken aback by his involvement, “what are you even talking about?”

“You and the cheerleader, we saw you coming out of those woods,” he says, pointing in the direction they’d come from, “don’t fuck her around. She’s worth ten of you.”

Eddie’s face falls as he realises that the scene you’d witnessed must have looked pretty bad from your perspective, and he smacks his hand against his forehead with a groan as Billy reverses then skids away leaving him in a cloud of dust.

“Fuck!” he shouts, kicking the dirt before jogging up to the entrance of the school grounds and spotting you walking down the road to the left, “(Y/N)!” he calls out, “wait!”

You turn to see him walking towards you but break into a run, and he’s forced to do the same, “you know I can’t run!” he shouts, “please stop!” he pauses and rests his hands on his knees as he tries to get his breath back, and you look over your shoulder to see him struggling.

“Fuck’s sake,” you sigh, knowing you couldn’t leave him there in that state.

“Oh thank god,” he pants as you reach him, “you know I’m not cut out for track,” he straightens up and takes in your unimpressed expression, then bites down on his lower lip with a guilty look on his face, “so… I saw your boyfriend Billy just now, and he was not happy with me…”

You stay silent with one eyebrow raised at him.

“In fact, he almost ran me over.”

You shrug nonchalantly; that was Billy all over.

“Okay…” he crosses his arms over his chest and looks down as he stubs his shoe into the mud, “well… he may have said that you caught me in what looked like a compromising situation.”

“Mhmm,” you hum.

“Chrissy wanted to buy some drugs.”

You scoff at how ridiculous that sounded; a cheerleader wanting to buy drugs, yeah right.

“No, seriously! She wanted some weed because I dunno, she’s been anxious or some shit.”

“And the little performance you gave her in the woods at our hide out?”

“That was…” he pauses to think how that would’ve looked to you, and it wasn’t good, “that was me buttering her up to buy more, and I know it must have looked awful, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

His arms drop to his sides before tentatively reaching out for you.

“Your boyfriend can be really scary,” he says quietly, trying to make you laugh.

“Well you deserved a scare after sneaking around with her.”

“I-”

“That really did make me feel like shit you know?” you interrupt, “I mean, she’s perfect, like, in every way perfect, and there’s my boyfriend flirting with her at our hideaway… made me feel so insecure.”

Eddie looks down in shame then gets on his knees as he holds your hands in his, and after a couple of minutes he manages to lift his head to look up at you with tears welling in his eyes, “I’m so sorry baby,” he apologises sincerely, “I swear on my life I never meant for you to feel that way. You are everything to me, I’m completely obsessed with you,” he pauses to smile, “you have nothing to be insecure about, I love you, I love your soul, your body, your… everything! You are truly perfect to me.”

You drop to your knees in front of him and pull your hands free so you can use your arms to wrap around his neck and bring him close to you, “I love you Eddie Munson,” you whisper before a stray tear trickles down your cheek.

“More than your boyfriend Billy?” he asks, his face buried in your neck.

“More than my boyfriend Billy,” you confirm.

Request: please please please can we get some more Eddie from you???? being jealous of seeing him and chrissy or turning up at his trailer after something bad happened or first time together or all of the above??!!! i truly adore your writing

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #joseph quinn

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Beth [ 4 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson series

Four, The birthday girl

Word count - 6772

Warnings - nothing i dont think

a/n - after this part theres lots of timeskips that just show important moments, but after the series is over im planning on doing a blurb night thing for any small moments anyone wants to see :)

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April 1990

Even after all the struggle he went through, balancing a baby right as he finished school, his life plans having changed and the difficulty that came with raising a child, he wouldn’t change a thing. Four years later and his baby girl was the most important person in his life. He would do anything for Beth, any single thing she asked. His plans might have had to be altered, but they certainly weren’t going to change altogether. As soon as Eddie had made enough money from his diner job, he’d planned to be out of that place and living his dream with Beth by his side. But for now, he was enjoying the time he spent with her in Hawkins surrounded by his friends.

The morning of her fourth birthday was one of much excitement. Eddie had been woken up with the girl bouncing on his bed, rousing him from his sleep. He groaned quietly, trying to see the clock on his wall to see what time it was. Beth had pretty much no concept of time, so it could be four am or it could be ten. He prayed for the latter, but knowing her it probably wasn’t.

When he cracked open an eye he noticed she wasn’t looking, so slowly he reached for her waist, startling her when he pulled her down onto the bed. She broke out into a fit of giggles, growing louder when Eddie began to tickle her too. “Daddy, stop!” she laughed, the sound truly music to his ears.

He let her catch her breath as he sneaked a glance at the time, noticing it was only nine. He had to give it to her, she’d actually let him sleep for once. “Happy birthday, sweet girl.” Her smile was wide like it always was as she cuddled into her dad’s chest. He found it so hard to believe that she had already been in his life for four years already, she was growing so much so quickly. He wished time would slow down.

Her head was tucked under his chin, his hand rubbing her back. He was surprised she didn’t fall asleep again in his arms, but he knew his next words would shake any remaining sleep from her body. “I got you something,” he told her, poking her stomach as he got up from the bed. She tried to contain her excitement, but she was practically exploding with joy as she waited for him to grab whatever it was. He’d kept it wrapped under his bed, somewhere he knew she wouldn’t bother looking.

He placed the large box in her lap, watching as she ripped open the paper after she got the okay from her dad. His wrapping wasn’t the best, but he tried his best and he thought he deserved a pat on the back for it. It did the job.

“A guitar!” she gasped, looking at her dad with wide eyes. Every time Eddie had pulled out his guitar in the last year, his little Beth had made a comment about how she wanted a guitar of her own, so he’d saved up and bought her a miniature version of his own for her birthday. “It looks like yours,” she noticed. That piece of information only made her love the gift more. She was a carbon copy of her dad in almost every way and she certainly loved music in the same way he did, knowing she’d be able to play a guitar that was the same as his was thrilling.

“It does,” he said, flickering his attention to his own guitar that hung on his bedroom wall proudly. “Now we match.”

She peered up at him with those doe eyes that made his heart weak. For those eyes he would do literally anything. “Will you teach me how to play?” she asked. There was no way he would ever be able to turn her down on that offer, even if he was sure she would find it a struggle to succeed with some of the songs he knew how to play. Luckily, the song she was named after was easy enough. “Course I will, but not today. We gotta get up and ready for the zoo, birthday girl.”

She nodded, allowing him to stand up before practically throwing herself into his arms. From there he would carry her to the kitchen so the pair could have breakfast. She’d taken him a little off guard when she jumped at him, so naturally he thought to pay for that he had to toss her over his shoulder. Her laughter was loud as she kicked her legs, playfully begging to be let down. But the two of them both knew she loved it.

In the beginning, Eddie had been scared of nearly every move he made as a dad, he now found it all came natural to him. He didn’t need to overthink every single decision, and he didn’t have to worry about if he wasn’t being careful enough. In fact if you looked at him with Beth now compared to how he was four years ago, you’d think Eddie was two completely separate people. Four years ago he never would have been caught dead tossing his child over his shoulder, it would have made him fear for his life. And now, well…

“Okay, you go sit down,” he said, letting her back down to her feet. She stumbled for a second from the sudden dizziness as she tried to regain her balance, earning a laugh from her dad. Once she was stable she basically sprinted to the couch while Eddie rummaged through the almost empty cupboards. “What does the birthday girl want for breakfast? We’ve got frosted flakes or cinnamon toast crunch.”

She hummed loudly as she tried to decide, thinking over her options in her head before she finally came to a conclusion. “Frosted flakes, please.” Usually he wouldn’t even give her the option between the two considering they were two of the most sugary cereals he bought and his little Beth on a sugar rush meant hell, but her birthday was a special occasion, so he supposed it was okay just for today. He poured her a bowl of her choice and decided he would join her in it too, bringing the two bowls over to the couch where he dropped beside her. He made sure she had a good grip so he didn’t end up with milk all over the couch again (it had happened on more than one occasion and Wayne hadn’t been incredibly happy).

The two watched whatever cartoons were on as they ate, not making much conversation. They were both as invested in the colorful show playing as the other, despite the fact that one was a toddler and the other was a twenty-four year old man. But it was only another thing they could bond over so none of them were going to complain.

After breakfast it was time for them to get ready, the dad letting his girl pick out what she wanted to wear for the day. He usually let her do that, Eddie couldn’t put together an outfit to save his life, not for a little girl anyway. She always made herself look much cuter than he could. If he was given more than just an old band tee and some jeans (his go to) then he was helpless. For herself she picked out a pair of denim overalls and a light coloured jumper, he’d force her into another jacket over top so she didn’t get sick also.

Eddie was dressed mostly as normal, though he’d tried to make a bit more of an effort for her. He’d swapped out the band tee for a polo shirt Steve had convinced him to buy a long time ago, however had still paired it with his signature black jeans, chains and leather jacket (plus his jewelry).

Obviously he thought she looked much cuter than he did, hence why he had to take the annual birthday picture of her. There would probably be a lot of pictures throughout the day and he didn’t care that it made him look like an overbearing mom. He didn’t have many pictures as a young child for him to look back on, though that changed with Wayne, but he wanted Beth to have those.

When the picture was out of the way he only had one other thing left to do, the bird's nest she called hair.

“Let’s tame that hair, huh?” he muttered, brushing his hand over the top of it. This was one of her least favorite parts of getting ready. She always whined that Eddie was brushing her hair too recklessly and that it hurt, even though he was trying to be as gentle as possible. But her curls, an exact match to his, just made it impossible. However, he always gave her an incentive. If she let him fix her hair with minimal complaints and restrictions, she could choose how he styled his hair for the day. “What style do we want?”

“Pig tails!” she squealed, already prepared with her answer straight after he asked the question. He smiled, grabbing two hair ties from his dresser. He wasn’t the greatest at hair by far, but over the years he’d gotten much better, he just couldn’t braid at this point, she’d surely surpass him in her own talents soon anyway. “Want you to have the same,” she said.

He didn’t necessarily mind. He would do anything for his Beth, even if he was probably going to get laughed at by his friends for showing up with his hair in two low pigtails. “Whatever you want, your highness.” Through the mirror he could see that she was beaming, happy she had gotten the answer she wanted. There wasn’t a large part of her that expected him to reject her suggestion, but it was still pleasant to know that he wanted to match with her as much as she wanted to match with him.

Once her hair was done he moved to do his own, following a similar method until the pair looked like twins. She found it very amusing, giggling loudly as the two kept their heads next to each other in the mirror. “Y’look so pretty, daddy.”

He grinned, turning his head to press a smooch to her cheek. “So do you, my sweet girl.” There was a couple minutes where she couldn’t help messing with his hair, tugging on the pig tails until he shooed her hands away, poking at her stomach instead. “Come on, Steve and Dustin should be here soon.”

He gathered their stuff, making sure her jacket and backpack were on firmly before leading her out of the trailer. She held tightly onto his hand as they reached the steps, the same ones she insisted on jumping down all the time just to prove that she could. He always cheered for her when she landed on her feet at the bottom, telling her she did a great job. However, what he wouldn’t tell her was that without the death grip she had on his hand then she probably wouldn’t land it. He was the only thing preventing her from hurting herself.

The two waited for the familiar BMW to show, not having to go too long until it was pulling up in front of them. Dustin climbed out of the passenger seat, already anticipating the love he was about to receive from the mini Eddie.

“Dusty,” Beth called, rushing into his arms where he welcomed her into a hug. “Baby muns, I’ve missed you.”

Eddie watched from the bottom of the trailer steps with a warm smile as the pair reunited. With Dustin busy with his senior year he hadn’t seen his favorite baby Munson in a couple weeks. She had certainly missed him and he had missed her, so he was happy to have a break where he could spend her birthday with her. The same went for Max who was heading over from her neighboring trailer. Although, sometimes when Eddie had to quickly run out, he’d leave Beth under the watchful eye of a studying Max for just a few minutes.

Once the little girl realized her favorite redhead was also in her presence she was even more excited, rushing more than her little body could handle to give her a hug. “Let’s wrap it up kiddos, we need to get moving,” Steve called from the front seat, trying to usher them all into the car. The male teen moved to climb back into his seat once their reunion was over, only for Eddie to scold him and tug him back by the shirt collar. “Where d’you think you’re going?” he asked.

He didn’t like that he’d tugged him, so he got his own back, yanking on one of the pig tails in Eddie’s hair. “Uh, back to my seat?” It wasn’t appreciated by the older man, a scowl finding its way to his face as he pushed Dustin’s shoulder as payback and then fixed his hair.

Beth was watching them both with curiosity. “Nuh-uh, the adult is here now. Get in the back.”

If it was anyone else Dustin would have probably tried to argue. But he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere with how irritably stubborn Eddie Munson is. It was so much easier to just accept things than make it a fight that dragged out for hours. At least if he sat in the back he’d be able to talk to Beth a little more. Max could be heard snickering from behind as she took the seat on the other side of the little girl.

In the car the three kids were lost in their own world of conversation, which worked out well

for Steve and Eddie because they found themselves in a very fond one discussing you. Steve had brought you up, asking if his friend had grown the balls to make a move yet, but the other just pretended like he had no idea what he was talking about. The topic was quickly dropped, but the redness that had gravitated to Eddie’s face was still there for a while. It was an awkward silence hanging around the car for a little bit until Beth asked if they could put some music on, and of course all four of them would do anything for her.

The rest of the ride was filled with the soft sounds of angel eyes by ABBA playing through the car's speakers, as well as the quiet conversation that was made between Dustin and Beth every so often. She could be speaking complete nonsense to him, but he was happy to entertain whatever it was she was talking about.

Upon arrival at the zoo, Beth naturally drifted towards Robin, the two having had an odd connection that began the day they met for the first time. There was something about the older girl that just provoked a sense of calm in the toddler. The pair walked hand in hand for the first ten or so minutes around the zoo, equally giddy about all the animals they were seeing, specifically the snakes. They liked making fun of the fact that Eddie was certainly not a fan of them, keeping his distance from the glass. Around the same time the girl had complained that her bag was heavy, Eddie taking it from her with a smile and carrying it on his own shoulder instead. It earned a few laughs from Dustin and Steve who really thought the pink, sparkly backpack completed the look he’d started with his pig tails.

Beth looked in awe of every animal she saw, but she spent the most time gazing up at the penguins with a childish wonder that was just precious. At each exhibit after the snakes Eddie would be crouched behind her, holding her tiny body and reading off the facts on the information cards on the glass. He didn’t even know it was possible for her to be more amazed, but upon finding out the black and white creatures could become makeshift sleds by sliding on their bellies on the ice, her eyes grew wider than he’d ever seen, a large toothy grin on her face.

“Daddy, can we try that?” she asked, cheerfully. Eddie turned fearfully towards his group of friends, silently asking them how he was supposed to respond to that kind of question. He didn't want to go full dad mode and say no, but it was April and near freezing, she would a hundred percent catch a cold if she tried. But he also wanted to let her have fun. “Tell you what, B, in summer I’ll get you the fastest water slide we can find, huh?”

Thanks to her skewy conception of time, she didn’t know that was still months away, and hopefully for Eddie’s sake she will have forgotten by then, but it was good enough to tide her over for now. “Good save,” Robin muttered.

He rose to his feet, smiling proudly to himself as he thanked her despite the obvious sarcasm her tone was drenched in. Beth ran to another one of the group members while the dad was distracted, finding herself tugging on the end of Steve’s shirt to ask silently if he would pick her up. One thing the toddler loved was being held, whether it was for cuddles or being carried around, she just adored it; she was almost never out of someone’s arms, mainly Eddie and Steves.

The Harrington boy carried the girl anywhere she wanted to go, and her next stop had to be the monkeys. Even the man was amazed as he gazed at them, him and Beth sharing the same expression of wonder. Eddie was so enamored with the smile on his baby girl’s face that he knew he had to take a picture. He ushered them into a stance where he could see both them and the animals behind them.

“Show me that pretty smile,” he said. His eyes rolled so far into the back of his head as Steve grinned brighter rather than his daughter. He almost physically facepalmed. “No, not you Steve, I meant Beth.”

The second best part of her day apart from seeing the penguins, had to be the gift shop. Of course it was, how could it not be when she managed to swindle Steve out of money and take him for the sucker he was. Eddie was such a proud dad at that moment even if Harrington was basically steaming with rage. At least it made for an amusing memory for everyone else.

It started when he stole her away from the group after he spotted a pretty girl with some friends in the shop. It was coming towards the end of the zoo trip so Beth’s sugar crash that had been building since this morning was making her tired and compliant. She wouldn’t wake up again until she got the ice cream she’d been promised on their way out. At first the group thought he was just offering to carry her because she was tired, but they understood there was an ulterior motive when he sped off and struck up a conversation with some woman. Eddie had sighed, but it wasn’t the first time he’d had Steve pretend she was his daughter to try and pick up women. She was used to it, as was he. Even though he’d told him a hundred times to knock it off, it continued happening.

Not everyone had seen it before though. Dustin was watching with deep curiosity, trying to decipher what was going on. “What do you think he’s saying?” the kid asked Eddie, eyeing Steve as he cradled Beth and spoke to the woman in front of him. She seemed as though she liked the sight of the man with the child.

“I’m King Steve, I’m pretending this adorable baby’s my daughter, please go out with me because I’m a fake single dad,” he mocked. The curly haired boy looked at him with a furrowed brow and a slightly opened mouth, shocked to hear such a condescending tone coming from Eddie. He grew defensive upon earning that look, muttering a quiet, “What?”

After Steve, actually successfully for once, got the lady’s number, he let Beth back down to her feet, bending down to her height. The sleepy toddler was beginning to wake up a little and was slowly gravitating towards Erica who had joined them. Those two, despite their prevalent age gap, got on like two peas in a pod.

“Look, if you don’t tell your dad about this, I’ll buy you any plushie in here you want,” he told her. He thought the odds were good considering she was only four, but she had been spending way too much time with Erica and Dustin to settle at that– mainly Erica. Beth hesitated, looking over her shoulder to where Sinclair was watching. The older of the two shook her head, essentially telling her Steve’s offerings were shitty and he needed to do better.

He watched the exchange, but was curious as to what she’d come up with. “Two plushies,” she said, glancing at Erica to check that was okay. The teen only raised her eyebrows, encouraging her to continue. “And five dollars.” With a final look casted back she had earned the approval of the youngest Sinclair, a grin creeping its way onto her face now that she knew she did good.

Steve’s jaw gaped, scoffing in disbelief that he was actually standing here bargaining with a four year old. This wasn’t the first time he’d been swindled by the specific Sinclair either. “Y’know what Munson, fine. You got a deal.” He shook her tiny hand, pulling a five dollar bill from his wallet to hand to her. Then it was time for her to pick out two animal plushies she liked. Her selections ended up being a penguin and a lion. “But I seriously miss when you couldn’t talk.”

She was beaming as he handed them to her, and she didn’t stick around long as she rushed off to find her father. Eddie was more than happy to scoop her up in his arms when she reached him, letting her rest on his hip. “What are these?” Eddie asked, feigning shock as if he hadn’t just witnessed Steve buy them for his daughter. She delved into the story about what the Harrington man had been doing, as in using her as a way to pick up women; even if he failed. Although he’d made her promise not to tell her dad, she couldn’t help herself, she told him everything.

She held up the penguin plushie first. “This one’s mine. It’s a penguin.” Then with her other hand she held up the lion, her father’s soon to be favorite zoo animal. “This one’s yours. A lion ‘cause you have the same hair,” she laughed. As a kid he’d never really had the chance to pick one he liked that much, but now that Beth had made that comparison, it was pretty solidified which one he loved now. “I got them from Stevie in the deal we made.”

Steve just watched on with a feeling of betrayal in his chest, cursing the entire Munson name. “Oh, and he gave me five dollars. Can we use it to get ice cream?” Eddie had never been so proud of the girl. He didn’t approve of Steve using her as a pickup line, and the guy knew that but did it anyway, so he was at least happy in the knowledge that if he was going to continue to do it against the dad’s wishes, then his baby was working hard and getting something out of it too. He’d have to remember to thank Erica later for helping her out.

“Of course we can.” He waited until Steve was in ear shot to make another comment. “Isn’t Steve so generous, buying us all ice cream.” He earned himself a middle finger, one that made him gasp dramatically and reach to cover Beth’s eyes.

Robin tutted mockingly at Steve. “Not in front of the baby, Harrington. No ice cream for you.”

He rolled his eyes, trailing behind the group the entire way as they approached the ice cream cart just outside of the zoo. He had a scowl on his face as Robin kept to his word and refused to buy him an ice cream despite the fact they were using his money. At the least though he could acknowledge that the happiness all over Beth’s face was adorable, especially when she had the sugary treat smushed all around her mouth.

The joy he’d felt throughout the day was quickly returned with the little girl’s laughter, the group of seven absorbing the final bits of excitement that came along with their day out before they made their way home. She was certainly going to be exhausted tonight. Eddie was expecting her out like a light by eight at the latest.

When the pair returned home they had plans to watch a movie with Wayne, the man having taken a day shift for once so he could spend time with his granddaughter for her birthday. Eddie told him he didn’t have to, but he did greatly appreciate it after seeing the smile on her face when she got home. She was straight into the older man’s arms, telling him all about all the animals she’d seen and showing off the plushies she’d got.

He entertained her ramblings while Eddie slipped the video into the vhs player, gathering some snacks and stuff for them from the kitchen.

As expected the girl was falling asleep halfway through the movie, and to be honest so was Eddie. She was laid across his lap, her head resting on the arm of the couch where her eyes were fighting invisible weights trying to stay open. He smiled down at the sight of her, brushing his thumb over her cheek as his own eyes drooped. “Y’tired, sweet girl?”

She nodded. “Let’s get you to bed.” Since she had outgrown her crib the girl had been sleeping in Eddie’s bed while he took the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable place for him, but he put her comfort over his own anyday. He’d surely find a better solution at some point, but for now it worked and that was all that mattered.

It was difficult getting a sleepy toddler into pajamas, but he managed it in record time, helping her under the covers one she was ready for bed. “Y’got your penguin?” he asked.

She showed it to him, nice and cuddled in her arms. “Did you have a good birthday?” he asked, stroking her hair as she clutched the stuffie Steve had got her. She was too tired for words right now, so she just nodded in response to his question. He was glad, all he’d wanted was for his baby to have the best birthday he could give her. “Well, get some rest, y’look like you need it, baby.”

She smiled, nodding her head again. “G’night daddy. I love you.”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss onto her forehead, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin. “I love you too.”

The day after her birthday he was due back at work, promising the little girl he’d see her that night around closing time. She never liked it when he left her for that long, they were basically attached at the hip at this stage in her life. He left at midday and wouldn’t see her again until almost midnight. He was always amazed she even managed to stay awake that long, but a quick nap in the afternoon would have her energetic enough to greet her dad after a long day, only to crash on the way home.

He was itching to see her again even the second after he left her, but of course he had to deal with customers all day long first, and of course he had the worst possible luck.

The first table of the day he had of course housed Jason Carver and his old friends. They noticed him right away, familiar evil smirks growing on their faces, it seemed as though they hadn’t changed in the four years they hadn’t seen each other. “Ah, freak, see you’re still in this shithole.” He thought he had escaped the basketball team at graduation. They had all taken off to different colleges around the country on various scholarships and such, giving Eddie a little bit of much needed peace from them.

He ignored Jason’s taunting, pulling out his pen to take their orders like he would do with anyone else. “What d’you want assholes?” he asked, trying to hold back the eye roll. He knew he was supposed to treat the customers kindly so his attitude didn’t reflect badly on the diner, but he would never have that kind of patience with this group of people. Plus if he called you over he knew you would be on his side anyway.

Jason scoffed, feigning disgust. “Is that anyway to speak to a customer?”

You were watching from behind the counter as the four guys tormented poor Eddie. Unlike him, you didn’t know them, hadn’t met them within the halls of Hawkins high or had the pleasure of disagreeing with them like he had. You didn’t really know what they were capable of or what to expect, so you planned to keep an eye on them and how they treated the man.

After he took their order with their minimal awful things said about them in his head, he headed back over to the counter where you were wiping it down. You heard him let out a deep sigh as he tore off the page in his notepad to pass back to the kitchen. Then he was heading towards you to complain, as both of you did whenever there was a particularly rude customer.

“God, I hate them,” he said, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. He heard you laugh, which was accompanied by you abandoning your task so he could feel your hand tangling in his hair. “I can kick ‘em out if you want. I am the manager after all.” Although it sounded like a very promising idea, he knew he wouldn’t live it down as long as they were still in town. They’d probably go around and tell anyone that would listen that Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson had let someone else fight his own battles by kicking them out of the diner.

“Can’t I just spit in their food or something?” He was probably joking, keyword probably, but you did believe if you gave him the okay then he would go and do it. That was why you had to outwardly deny that he could just in case. “No, but we’ll get ‘em back somehow, Ed, don’t you worry.”

He trusted you, continuing to do his job serving them their food no matter how much he wanted to hit at least one of them in the face. It seemed as though they just became more and more unbearable as seconds passed. He was honestly amazed at how they were managing it. In the span of the less than an hour they’d been there, from start to end he’d argue they were a thousand times less tolerable.

He was still grumbling to himself when he came back saying they wanted their check. They’d clearly rattled him considering he’d been pretty happy when he started his shift earlier, so like a good friend would, you offered to take it and sort it out. What you didn’t tell him at first was that you planned to leave a pretty generous tip for him paid for by Jason. You felt it was the least he could do after the way he’d treated your friend. It didn’t take much, just a bit extra added on to their meals and such and they’d never know.

Eddie was confused when you sent them out with a wave and a smile on their way out, but the evil grin on your face told him you were scheming.

“What did you do?” he inquired, eyeing you and your suspicious demeanor.

You handed him some of the dollars you’d been given by his rival, laughing at the crease that appeared between his brows. “It’s for you. Jason left a very kind tip for his old friend.”

His jaw gaped. “Y/N, isn’t that like, illegal?” he asked, glancing down at the money in his hand to the cash you were putting in the register. He watched you shrug, letting out a loud laugh. “It’s not like he’ll notice. It’s probably daddy’s money anyway.”

He sighed, letting his lips finally curl into a grin at the knowledge you’d risk committing an illegal act just to get back at someone for him. You were a little shocked when he placed both his hands on the sides of your cheeks, leaning in to place a loud kiss to your cheek as a thank you. “You are a badass.”

The rest of your shift panned out as normal, the two of you even sharing a milkshake at one point after neither of you could be bothered to make a second one. All you were waiting for was when closing would hit and you got to see the precious smile of that little girl you adored so much.

Beth usually came in after or around closing time. Wayne brought her over, her hand firmly clutched in her grandpas as they entered the diner. She didn’t see her dad at first considering he was in the kitchen, but she let out a squeal when she saw you, rushing in your direction. You briefly greeted the older man before turning your attention to the small child.

“Hey kiddo, missed seeing you yesterday.” You leaned over the counter so you could ruffle her hair. She scrunched up her nose as you did so, giggling quietly as she shooed your hand away and smoothed her hair back down. Wayne helped her up onto one of the barstools, meaning she was now much closer to your height and she could see you better.

“We went to the zoo!” she cheered. You gasped, “You did? Did you have fun?” You were moving around behind the counter like a second nature, sliding a plate in front of Wayne with his regular late night snack that would keep him going for the first few hours he worked. He thanked you quietly, not wanting to interrupt the story his granddaughter was telling. When she was excited like this it was never wise to cut her off for anything. She was like Eddie when it came to all the sass she had.

The father came out to the front of the diner near the end of her story, grinning at the sight of his daughter. He didn’t cut her story off, just placed a kiss on the top of her head and let her continue. Subconsciously, she leaned back on her chair so she was resting against his chest, letting him know in her own way that she knew he was there.

“So, I heard, it was a special little girl’s birthday yesterday,” you began, trying to bite back your smile. You didn’t yet want to give away the surprise you had for her, the one that even Eddie didn’t know about. He watched the two of you interact with a warm heart. Over the years you had formed a bond with the little girl that he adored to see and in turn his feelings towards you had grown tremendously from when he first met you. “And I got her something.”

He wouldn’t say it in front of Beth but he’d definitely tell you later that you didn’t have to do that. For you it wasn’t that you felt like you had to, but you’d wanted to. She’d been the light of your day for pretty much three years and you wanted to do something nice for her birthday. You disappeared into the kitchen for only seconds, coming back with a decorated cake that had a ‘4’ candle lit on top.

She gasped as you set it down in front of her, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the pretty decorations. You’d learned from Eddie that she had a bit of a thing about tulips since she was a baby, so you worked hard with some icing to make some pretty good looking different coloured tulips. “Make a wish, sweetheart.”

As she blew out the candle the three of you clapped, cheering quietly for her. She bathed in the attention happily. That was all quickly followed shortly by Wayne’s departure, work calling. You offered your goodbyes before moving to cut a slice of the cake for the eager little girl, you and Eddie deciding to share one after the food you’d already sneaked today from the kitchen.

Now that Beth was distracted you turned to talk to the man. Business had picked up towards the end of the night and you had barely had any chance to communicate for hours. You loved talking to him while you were working, he often made shifts more tolerable and vice versa. At first he was too busy complementing your baking skills to even realize you had been planning on saying something, but he grew bashful when he noticed your amused stare. “Sorry, go on.”

“Did you have fun at the zoo?” you asked while she dug into her slice of cake. He grinned, leaning on the counter opposite you. “I did, we had a little daddy-daughter day, plus some friends. Thank you for the day off.”

He saw the way your face contorted, your features scrunching in a look of confusion. As he thought over what he said he didn’t know which part could have caused a misunderstanding, but he was sure he was about to find out. “Wait, wait. She’s your daughter?”

“Is this a joke? Are you playing with me?” he asked.

You shook your head, your entire face looking like you had just had the biggest revelation the world had ever seen. It should have been obvious– it was obvious now that you thought about it, but for some reason you had just never put two and two together and now you felt a little bit dumb. Heat was rising to your face as you hid behind your hands, listening to the sounds of Eddie’s amused laughter as he realized you were being serious. “I thought she was your sister or Wayne’s kid or something,” you weakly muttered. His smile only kept growing, despite the lingering fear in his chest that now you knew he was a dad things would change between you two. He didn’t know if he could handle your friendship becoming awkward, especially not when he was already struggling with his blossoming feelings.

The feelings between the two of you went unspoken for the sake of your jobs, plus a little bit of fear. “That’s not– It’s not a bad thing, right?” You could tell from his tone that he felt like he was trying to tread lightly when he asked.

You jumped in quickly to reassure him. “No, no of course not. It explains a lot actually. You both have the same puppy dog eyes.” The tips of his ears tinted pink at that. It wasn’t the ‘compliment’ itself that made him blush, but it was the fact you had taken enough time to look at him to notice the kind of eyes he had. He liked the thought of you looking at him.

Now that the fear was pushed aside, he could focus on the fact that you were still clearly embarrassed over your mistake. He pulled you into a hug, still chuckling as he rested his chin on the top of your head. Your face was firmly hidden in his chest, not wanting to be seen by anyone at all for the next five years. “You’re adorable,” he said. The cake was long since abandoned on the counter, and Beth was watching the two of you but didn’t really care to question the sudden burst of affection.

You supposed you learned something new everyday, and with this new found knowledge it actually only made their relationship ten times cuter. It made him a little bit cuter too..

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eggcompany · 3 months

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Neighbors to Fucking

Someone new moves in next door to the Cobblepots. Oswald just hopes their better than the loud downstairs neighbors. Luckily for him it's someone sweet, hot, and very bold int what he wants. One thing leads to another and suddenly Oswald's standing in his binder tell Ed he wants everything the other boy can give him.

“Mother, I think someone’s moving in next door! Do you care if I go see?” Oswald called to his mother as he pulled on his maroon sweater.

“Of course baby, be careful though. Might be some hussy coming to try and take you away! My very handsome baby boy!” Mrs. Kapelput said and pinched at Oswald’s soft cheeks. Her boy smiled and pulled away.

“I know mother, I’ll be okay. See you later.” Oswald said as he fixed his sleeves and took a glance at himself in a small mirror.

He opened the door and poked his head out. There were only two apartments on this floor. Theirs and one more. It had been empty for a while.

Perhaps though someone cool was moving in.

Hopefully someone quiet.

The people below them were loud. Talking, stomping, bad music, rude language, loud sex. It was dreadful. Horribly dreadful.

Oswald was always quiet and light on his feet. He’d been told a quiet child was a good child when he was a toddler by his babysitter. It had stuck with him.

He snuck out to the hallway, absentmindedly squishing his bottom lip between his teeth.

The door was open a crack and a box was set outside of it. Oswald ventured closer to it to heard some commotion inside the room. He peaked to see if he could see but then the door was wide open and a disheveled looking boy was standing in it.

Oswald was surprised but couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful brown eyes, neat brown hair , void of a few loose strands, high sharp cheekbones, the boy was taller than him by at least half a foot. All slim and sharp and neat and pointy.

Finally the other boy finished looking at Oswald in the same way and smiled and stuck out his hand. A sparkly perfectly paper white smile, all straight and amazing…

“Edward Nygma, nice to meet you.” Oswald smiled and shook his warm tanned hand. A very nice hand, strong and warm, and oh his heart was on fire.

“Oswe- Oswald Cobblepot, I live in the other apartment with my mother. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new neighbor.” Oswald struggled, face painted a deep red at both the fact lord pretty boy very pretty boy and that he nearly screwed up his own name.

Edward stood there smiling down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away. Oswald came back to himself and huffed a breath and recovered.

“Do your parents live here too or…?” Oswald asked nervously as he twiddled with his cuffs.

“Oh no I moved out by myself. I’m apprenticing at the GCPD.” The burnette chuckled out, he found it amusing that the boy thought he was younger.

“Oh… how old are you? I’ve gotta be older than you.” Oswald said and put a hand on his hip. There was no way Edward was older than him. His laugh kinda got under Oswald’s skin too, it made him want to sass.

“I’m twenty.” Edward stated and Oswald just shook his head.

“No” Oswald stated.

“Um… yes I turned twenty a while ago actually. Why? How old are you?” Edward asked, curious about the shorter boy. He was an odd duck. Looked like an odd duck, spoke like an odd duck too.

“Nineteen. You look like a baby! You’re like twelve, you're just tall.” The black haired boy teased and looked the other up and down.

“You are the baby though. It’s only a year though… I bet we can hang out or something. If you wanna get outta your place you can help me unpack if you like.” Edward offered. He had only met some of the men who worked in the GCPD. No one his age, no one half as cute as the other boy. Plus he had a lot of stuff to unpack.

“Oh yes! Sounds fun, I like being nosy.” Oswald said giddy as he hopped gently on his good leg.

-0-0-0-

“Can you play it again? I was almost asleep.” Oswald jokes from the other boy's couch. Ed was so good at playing the piano. He loved to come over after dinner and listen to him practice.

The smooth rhythm always lulled him into a near sleep, he’d never slept over anywhere other than his own house but Edward’s lovely playing on the old piano always got him nearly there.

“If you want you can sleep over here. We could watch a movie or something?” Ed offered from where he was stretching his arms above his head. He liked hanging out with the other boy. He was cool, knew a lot about odd stuff, was good to talk to, and yeah it was nice having such a cute guy around. Especially one who gave such nice hugs.

Edward was sort of sleepy himself. He’d made a pretty filling dinner and he’d walked all over the city during the day. A movie and a sleepover seemed like a great way to end the day.

Ed turned to see Oswald pulling his shoes back on and nervously backing toward the door.

“Oh I’m actually- I have stuff to do tonight actually so I better get going actually. Bye Ed!” Oswald said in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, leaving the brunette in a bit of a shock.

“Oh alright. Bye Ozzie see you tomorrow” Edward said to the backside of the door. Well… he could always watch a movie by himself.

But as he watched some stupid old gangster movie with his old blanket wrapped around just himself he realized he sort of… craved the other boy’s presence.

-0-0-0-

“I want to kiss you.” Ed said and looked at Oswald who was sitting in the chair. Oswald coughed choking on air and looked over at Ed and his perfect posture and sculpted arms.

It was a warm day, too warm, scorching really. Ed’s terrible air conditioning barely kept it below baking in the small apartment so they were in the Cobblepot residence. Oswald had only slightly better air conditioning and had his standing fan.

They were dressed in only slightly above skimpy clothes. Since Mrs. Kapelput was out, Ed was dressed in his plain white undershirt and his boxer shorts adorned with small green and black stripes. Oswald tried not to oogle but he’d given up. Edward was very pretty. Strong, lean, tan, handsome, manly… very nice on the eyes.

Oswald himself was wearing his own boxer briefs, dark purple with black elastic at the top, and a three sizes too big t-shirt with a penguin embroidered on the breast.

“What!” Oswald croaked, his face turning to a burning red, and Ed patted the seat next to him. As if it was just an offer to share a soda.

“Kissing. I want to kiss you.” Oswald stared at him with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide but moved to sit in the spot Ed had patted. It was as if his feet moved on their own, his heart racing and his mind blank.

“I like you Ozzie, I think you’re pretty, I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” Edward asked with a light hint of amusement in his voice.

Oswald got a sick feeling in his stomach and he nervously pushed his arm against his side where his binder dug into his squishy side.

“Just a little one, a little kiss” Edward coaxed and brought his hand up to the side of Oswald’s face, cradling his warm cheek.

“Okay” Oswald breathed and let his eyes close as Edward leaned in.

-0-0-0-

“Can we kiss again tomorrow?” Oswald asked dreamily as he held Edward’s hand by the door. Edward leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“We can kiss every time you come over. We could do more than kissing too.” Ed whispered into the other’s ear which just made Oswald blush a cherry red and turn towards his own door.

“Oh um… kissing you is good.” Oswald mumbled and walked back to his own door, leaving the older boy to get ready for work. Definity not because he was getting ideas about… more than kissing . Definitely not.

-0-0-0-

“Ed, Ed, quit.” Oswald struggled to pull away from his boyfriend's warm body. His lips and teeth felt so so good but were just getting too low on his collarbones.

Ed pulled back with a disappointed look and looked up at his boyfriend who sat so perfectly in his lap. Oz was just so soft and warm and that ass … fucking plush .

He was plush all over. Covered in the gentle scent of baby powder and plain shampoo he used. And the small whimpers and pants he let out only drive Edward closer and closer to tearing his jeans off.

“Too much baby?” Ed asked and rubbed his thumbs on the others hips, bones covered by a perfect layer of pudge. He didn’t want it to be too much. It wasn’t nearly enough for Ed. He wanted more. Needed more.

“I just it’s-“ Is all Oswald could get out before tears started rolling down his face. He wanted Ed so bad. His thighs were sticky with how much he needed Ed.

Ed pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. Salty tears sticking to his lips when he pulled back.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You know I love doing this too.” Ed said in a smooth loving way and Oswald just shook his head and whimpered out a-

“I want to” and Ed just rubbed his back and hummed. Vibrating up through his chest to Oswald’s, like salve on a burn, Oswald just sniffled.

“I want to also. But I don’t wanna see you cry. Well at least not like this.” Edward said with just a hint of innuendo at the end as he nuzzled into Oswald’s cheek.

The black haired boy wiped at his face and almost chuckled to himself.

“I just like you so much” He said and let the scent of Ed’s kiwi body wash float up into his nose. It always seemed to calm him down.

“I like you too.” Ed said and let himself trace up the side of Oswald’s pale neck, teeth grabbing onto skin every so often creating little marks in their wake.

“Would you like me if I wasn’t a boy?” Oswald whispered so quietly Edward barely even caught the anxiety riddled question. He pulled back and looked into the denim blue eyes of the other.

“I’d like you if you were a cat… but I’d rather not have sex with a cat.” Edward tried to ease the other boy’s palpable anxiety.

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“You take off yours first.” Oswald said and watched Edward smoothly pull his plain white t-shirt up over his head to reveal his tanned slightly toned body. Beautiful tanned toned muscular manly body with a light trail of brown hair leading down his pants and a deep v-line basically begging to lead somewhere down below his jeans…

“Well that’s not fair.” Oswald said and looked down at his own soft tummy covered by his black button up and dark purple sweater. He never specifically felt bad about his body in that way but ugh… he could never compare.

Ed smiled and unbuttoned his black slacks.

“Will it be fair if these come off too?” He said and started to push them down over his ass.

Oz nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, watching Ed push them down over his thighs and kick them off when they pooled on the floor. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer briefs.

Long slender tanned legs, a few small scars on knees and a longer one across his thigh.

Beautiful.

Ed flexed a bit and turned to show off his body. Smooth, tan, muscular, perky ass, and noticeable bulge making Oswald feel even more inferior.

“Fair enough to get a peek at you now?” Ed asked and moved to stand in front of the fully dressed boy. Oswald swallowed and conceded. Barely able to keep his eyes above his collarbones.

“Just… ugh I hate you” Oswald said and Ed snickered as he watched Oswald pull off his sweater then hesitate on the buttons of his shirt.

Ed stepped up to him and kissed him, slowly and warmly, lovingly , grabbing his pale clammy hands and moving them to his own sides.

“It’s alright. Wanna feel your skin on mine.” Ed said and Oswald could barely breathe as he felt the dips and curves of Ed’s body, all the way to the paths leading down to his soft short happy trail.

Ed was so warm, strong feeling, sturdy, his breathing was even and his heart was beating steady and true, it nearly made Oswald dizzy. Ed was everything .

Ed kissed him gently and thumbed open the top two buttons and moved to suck a mark on Oswald’s shoulder. Until he got stopped by a strap and then he simply moved to the other side and thumbed open the rest of the buttons.

Ed stepped back with a kiss to the shorter man’s lips. Noticing Oswald was trembling, tears lazily running down his face, he looked like he was holding himself there by sheer willpower. Like he wanted to run away.

Oswald stood there, shirt open exposing his soft porcelain pale belly and purple binding top.

“Adorable” Ed said before pulling Oswald chest to chest with him and kissing him deeply again, their tongues mingling together. Their mouths tinged with the taste of salt from the short boy’s tears but was soon chased away with the iron whisper of blood as Edward sucked harshly at Oswald's bottom lip as he pulled away.

“Can I take it off Ozzie? It’s not safe to keep those on during such… strenuous activities.” Edward asked and ran his fingers along the bottom band of the binder, noting in his mind that it was indeed far too tight and far too worn. A proper new one would have to arrive in the mail soon.

He was lost in thought he nearly missed his boyfriend’s whispered question.

“Am I still a good boyfriend?” Oswald asked in such a serious way it nearly hurt Ed’s head to hear.

“’Course” Ed whispered back and looked into the ocean blue eyes that were still red rimmed. Oswald swallowed, audibly, and nodded, pulling a brave face.

“Go ahead.” Oswald said and relaxed his arms, allowing Edward to pull the bottom of the binder up and over his head and over his arms.

Oswald closed his eyes, looking as though he was anticipating a slap to the face or worse.

“The best boyfriend,” Ed said, kissing Oswald’s eyelids. The shorter boy gasped, his lips falling open a bit at the gentle touch.

“Most handsome” he said and kissed down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands laying on his hips. Gripping only so gently, squeezing just to feel the warm flesh between his fingers.

“Brilliant” Ed said and kissed down the other’s collarbones and toward the center of his chest. Ed was bending down on his knees, one small drop and he could be face to face with the treasure hidden under Oswald’s black jeans.

However Oswald’s trembling hands on his shoulders drew him back to stand.

“And all mine” Edward said and pulled Oswald toward him and kissed him deeply.

Their chests met and Oswald gasped as his tender nipples grazed across Ed’s torso. He whined and almost whimpered at the way his breasts squished against Ed’s flat stomach.

Oswald wasn’t… well he was. He was busty . He hated it ever since he started developing breasts. They were big and heavy and in the way and made his shoulders hurt and made bra straps dig into him and he just hated it. He hated them even more when he figured out he was a boy. They were like neon signs saying he was born a female.

However, Edward was like a dream.

Nearly E cups and Ed was ignoring them. He rather let his hands run up and down Oswald’s back, warming trails under them, down the dip to his waist, where his whole body pinched in in a rather feminine way, and to grab a handful of ass. Oswald jumped when Ed’s hand creeped into his back pocket to grab his ass.

However he was getting lost in the way Ed’s hands were traveling across his body, the way they were pressed together, the way Ed was fucking moving and grinding against him.

When he moved again to kiss at Oswald’s ear and suck on his earlobe.

“Are you okay with it?” Oswald whispered, needing reassurance as his thighs became sticky and his body burned alive with need. He couldn’t even help that he rocked his hips up with the rhythm Ed had set.

“What’re you okay with?” Ed asked and pulled back from where he was mouthing and biting, to give Oswald another deep kiss. He moved his hands back up to cradle Oswald’s face.

“I dunno… want you to- to touch me. Wanna take my pants off” Oswald said quietly and Ed chuckled.

He let his hands move to lay under Oswald’s breasts. Heat practically radiated from them, begging to be played with and held. Oswald looked down at Ed’s hands, and back up to his eyes a few times in confusion and shock. Rosy faced and kiss swollen lips causing Ed’s cock to throb in his underwear.

“Ozzie, do you want me to touch these?” Ed asked, fire in his tone.

“Yes” The other boy breathed out and Ed was on him again. His hands gently cupping his breasts and thumbing at his nipples. Oswald winced and Ed pulled back only a bit.

“Tender, um the binder it makes them tender.” Oswald explained breathlessly and Ed nodded and kissed him a few more times before moving to take a knee in front of him. Ed kissed around his slightly fuzzy stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark jeans.

He yanked them roughly down off Oswald’s pale legs, loving the way his thighs jiggled with the motion, the way his lavender briefs were discolored with wetness, the way his scent was so intoxicating Ed barely noticed his hair was being pulled.

“ Yes , please Ed, just, ah, just touch me. Touch me there.” Oswald begged as he gripped the brunette's gel wet hair. Ed bit into one of those plush thighs and hummed.

“Bed, bed and I’ll make you really cry.” Ed practically growled out and Oswald let out a high whine and pulled at Edward, his hair, his shoulders, his hips, until they were kissing again.

Then Ed was pulling Oswald forward as he took steps back until Oswald was breathless from kissing and being spun around and laid flat on the bed.

“Say you want it, say you want me, tell me what I can give you” Edward panted from the foot of the bed. He was burning up.

His cock was straining against his underwear as he stared down at his beautiful boyfriend laid out and wanton. Oswald was… more beautiful than anyone else Edward had ever been with or had ever even seen. His blushing pale skin was lightly dusted in barley there freckles, traveling from his cheekbones down over his shoulders and few adorned the top crest of his breast where they laid against his rapidly rising and falling chest, each breath making them move like waves, his pink nipples pointed and hard in the cool apartment air, his belly begging to be nibbled at, caressed, and at the precipice of his tender plush thighs where his briefs laid low on his hips, the wet fabric clung to the delicate skin underneath. Ed salivated at the sight of Oswald’s folds under the thin fabric.

Oswald didn’t know what to say, what to do, he was melting and freezing all at once, gripping at Ed’s soft worn sheets. He’d never let anyone see him like this, let one touch him. It was… Ed.

Ed was everything.

“Everything, Ed. I want you to give me everything.” Oswald finally begged and watched as Ed grinned and climbed onto the bed like a cat. He was hovering over Oswald, letting their noses caress for a moment.

“Ozzie, I can’t hold myself back anymore. You’re killing me.” Edward said in a near begging voice and let one hand grab at the other’s underwear.

His mind was rolling, twisting and bending all at once. He was made of need. His cock was taking over his brain, it was terrifying.

And exciting.

Oswald was nodding and let his own hands push at the offensive green fabric of Edward’s underwear.

“Yes, yes, off, off ” Oswald moaned out and finally let himself be okay with what was happening. He was going to have sex with Ed.

“What a good boy” Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear before sitting back on his heels to pull both their underwear off. Kicking his own off the bed.

Fuck… Oswald was somewhere else when that left Ed’s lips. Some other planet. Somewhere where his cock was throbbing and Ed was the only other thing that ever existed.

And he didn’t come back to actual Earth until Ed was cradling his weak, melted body against his own panting chest whispering in Oswald’s ear.

“Eddie…” Oswald whispered in a thick fog of wondrous pleasurable afterglow.

“Hey, my love, are you okay? Are you awake now?” Ed asked and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s belly. The short boy hummed and rolled onto his side to nuzzle into Ed’s chest. He then realized three things.

He was wearing a pair of underwear that were absolutely his own.

He was wearing a shirt that was absolutely not his own.

His insides fucking hurt.

“Eddie, ugh, hurts” Oswald whined and pushed at his own stomach, low over where his cervix was bruised and slightly bleeding. The small mark in his underwear later would confirm that, yeah, Edward made him bleed.

“I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough? You just sounded so… oh , so beautiful.” Ed said and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s back covered in one of Ed’s own oversized sleep shirts. Oswald just whined and felt very very tired.

“Wanna sleep Eddie. Wanna snuggle.” Oswald said in a whiney nearly childish voice and shoved himself harder into Ed’s body.

Ed just hummed and relaxed back onto the bed, letting Oswald lay half on top of him. He’d fucked Oswald till the other boy had actually cried so no wonder Ozzie was so tired. He’d cum at least twice with Ed’s cock buried inside him and the brunette playing with his small cock.

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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I've finished the idea and finally worked up the courage to post it to you. I'm also sending it with my actual account instead of turning on anon mode because I'm proud of my work. So here it is, my very well thought idea with a bit of angst:

Just a heads up, this is the first time I'm ever requesting something like a story on anyone, and I know nothing about the omegaverse but I am somehow addicted to it, so I'm going to keep the prompt vague or wording stuff weird whenever I don't know what I'm talking about (it's problem why this whole thing will sound really choppy)

The character the reader will be interested in is Gorou who's a couple of years older than he canonically is. And the reader being a couple of years older than Gorou.

Gorou is a Alpha and the reader is a Omega

I imagine the reader being like gorou and having animal ears and a tail.

Gorou and The reader know each other from when they grew up in the same neighborhood. The reader being very adventurous one out of the two and Gorou being quite protective over the reader.

When the reader is an adult they were in a relationship with a different alpha and becomes pregnant by said alpha (who is pretty much an unknown entity) and for some reason that alpha leaves the reader as soon as he learns about the reader's prgnancy. Gorou learns about this and becomes even more protective over the reader who's taking the whole situation really hard.

Then the story goes on to the child being born and the kid looks coincidentally like Gorou and he pretty much adopts the kid and starts dating the reader, which ends up with the two marrying.

Feel free to change and add anything to this, because I feel like its missing a few pieces. Like I said before, this is the first time I've ever sent out something like this, so it's probably not the best but it's better than just having the idea and not doing anything about it (I've done that so many times).

-🍓 Character(s): Gorou

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW(?) + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst ✨

-🍓 Edited: ❌

“Gorou! Gorou! Look!” You exclaimed as you showed him a lizard you caught. He would flinch a little and back up.

“It looks gross.” He said sticking his tongue out. “I think it’s cute!” You said with a smile before letting it go, the lizard quickly running off.

You were always the one who find weird things cute, Gorou on the other hand was kind of the opposite.

“Y/n!” Your mother shouted from the distance making your ears twitch a bit.

“I gotta go, my mom needs me. I’ll talk to you later or tomorrow, bye Gorou!” You smiled and ran off, turning around a few times and waving bye.

Gorou smiled as he waved bye as well. It was now night and Gorou was supposed to be asleep till you poked your head into his room scaring him.

“Hi, Gorou!” You whispered shouted making him exhale as he placed a hand over his heart.

“It’s late Y/n, what are you doing here?” Gorou asked as he got out of his room since you began walking away.

“I heard the adults saying there were going to be fireflies tonight! I wanna see them with you.” You said and began marching to where they were.

“Isn’t it dangerous to be out this late thought?” Gorou asked as he stood close to you, holding onto your hand for comfort which you didn’t mind. “When you’re with me, there’s nothing dangerous.” You huffed till you two were in the middle of the forest.

“Touch the leaves.” Gorou hesitantly poked a leaf making multiple fireflies quickly leave it, their light brightening the dark and damp place. You ran around touching any leaves you could find while giggling, now making the place brighter.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You asked with a big smile making Gorou’s heart jump around in his chest. “Yeah..very pretty.” He said his attention was on you and only you.

By the time you were adults, Gorou was the general of the Watatsumi Army and you of course were something like his sidekick since he trusted you and knew you longer than anyone else. But you had to step down from that role after finding out you were pregnant.

The father? He left as soon as the news of you being pregnant got out leaving you devastated and heartbroken knowing your pup wouldn’t know or have another parental figure in its life.

“He left you?!” Gorou shouted as he clenched his hands, bawling them into a fist.

“I’m going to find him and—” “Gorou please calm down.” You sighed as you placed a hand on your stomach, a frown present on your face as your ears flattened at the side of your head.

Gorou’s facial expressions softened seeing you so sad. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be by your side.” He mumbled and held you close to him, creating a comforting scent making your body relax.

Throughout your whole pregnancy, Gorou has been nothing but kind and sweet to you even when you’d yank his hair a get upset at him sometimes, but that was caused by hormones something you couldn’t control. Of course, he understood that.

“Gorou..” You whispered and shook the man out of his sleep. “Hm?” He grumbled and sat up, placing his hand to the side, and suddenly felt something wet.

“The baby..” You breathed out, sounding like you were in pain. His eyes shot open as he removed the blankets, now seeing your water had broken. Gorou didn’t waste a second getting you ready and running to the infirmary with you in his arms.

During the whole process, it was like hell itself came into Earth. You ended up kicking a nurse unconscious by accident and nearly broke Gorou’s hand as they helped deliver the baby.

“It’s a girl..” The nurse announced as she placed your pup onto your chest. “Is she mines? Is she my baby?” You asked as your consciousness slowly came back.

“Yeah, she’s yours,” Gorou said softly as he moved some of your hair that stuck to your face to the side. “She looks like you, so beautiful.” You sniffled and held her close.

“I know this may be a little too early and you’re not in the right mind right now, but…will you date me, Y/n?” Gorou asked as he fiddled with his hands, his tail swaying side to side slowly. “I mean..you don’t have to if you don’t want—”

You slowly sat up and kissed Gorou catching him by surprise, but he knew your answer right away.

You ended up naming her (daughter's name), a very beautiful and suitable name for her. By the time she was a year old, the two of you decided to get married.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to join this man and this man in matrimony.” The priest began as he looked over the crowd of you and Gorou’s family, along with friends.

“Gorou, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” The priest asks as he faced Gorou. “I do.” He answered.

“Y/n, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” He asked you and you nodded your head. “I do.” “Repeat after me.” The priest cleared his throat.

“I, Gorou, take you Y/n, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part,” Gorou repeated after the priest as he stared into your eyes already seeing tears form in them.

“I, Y/n, take you Gorou, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” You repeated, wiping away any stray tears. “Please place the ring on Y/n’s finger.” Gorou gently took your hand and slid the ringer on your ring finger.

“Now repeat after me. I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.” “Please place the ring on Gorou’s finger.” The priest said to you and you did just that and soon repeated the same thing Gorou said to you.

“Join hands please.” Gorou took your hands in his, squeezing them a few times. “Under the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband.” He said and turned to Gorou.

“You may kiss the bride.” Gorou removed his hand from your and took you by the waist, pulling you into a long and passionate kiss as everyone cheered.

Time felt slow, and the sounds of everyone cheering were muffled as well. It felt as if you two were the only ones there and you loved it.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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