#hooker 'n heat

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Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling and Andreas Werliin Interview: Winning Concepts

Photo by Thobias Fäldt

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Well, that didn't take nearly as long. A mere two years after releasing the once dormant and eventually critically acclaimed Ghosted, Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling, and Andreas Werliin are releasing its follow-up on Friday via Drag City. The trio returned to Studio Rymden in Stockholm last June, with years of performing together under their belt, and laid down the tracks for Ghosted II in a mere two days. Like its predecessor, Ghosted II delves into jazz and drone music, has numerical track titles, and features guitar from Ambarchi that sounds like an organ, album art by Pål Dybwik, and video art by Cédrick Eymenier. Less like its predecessor (though not wholly unlike it), Ghosted II plays with dynamics, is more improvised with minimal overdubs, and roots itself in everything from ambient music to funk. Oh, and its numerical track titles are in Swedish instead of Roman numerals.

Seriously, Ambarchi, Berthling, and Werliin could follow the same four-track formula with the same featured artists every time and I would be more excited with every release. That's how potent Ghosted II is. “en” sports brilliant textural contrasts, pattering drums, scraggly guitar, and barely-there bass, but nonetheless wears a zesty groove. “två” I can most aptly describe as chrome lounge jazz, rife with repeated bass, slow hand percussion, and cold, warbling guitars that pulsate at constantly changing speeds. “tre” is where we first truly hear those inexorable Ambarchi guitar sounds, whirring and shapeshifting with a light chirp and glitch as Werliin's percussion circumvents Berthling's bass. The song sounds like it's traveling through a prickly continuum. And “fyra” ends the set with shimmering ambiance, syncopated bass and drums steady until Werliin jumps into a clattering groove, eventually letting Ambarchi take front and center before the three descend into silence. Ghosted II is the type of album as easy to listen to as it is heady and complex, an achievement that should further this trio's welcome emergence in the experimental music realm.

Oh, and I forgot to mention another similarity to Ghosted: Ambarchi, Berthling, and Werliin once again were willing to answer some questions from me over email about the album. Read their responses below, edited for clarity, including some can't-miss music recommendations.

Since I Left You: How would you say Ghosted II is different from the first record, and how is it a continuation of what you were doing on Ghosted? Oren Ambarchi: I would say that it's a continuation from the first one. The approach in the studio was very similar: We simply got together and improvised with little discussion beforehand. It was recorded very quickly--from memory, all the pieces are first takes, and there was minimal overdubbing.

SILY: How did playing live as a trio inform Ghosted II? When you went in to the recording, did you think of it like a live concert with no audience? OA: Playing live has been really great, as we've been developing our language as a trio from show to show, and this definitely impacted the new one. Like the first trio recording, the vibe in the studio was very relaxed. It was like playing together in someone's lounge room. Personally I tried to approach the new one with newer guitar sounds, many of which I discovered in real-time whilst we were recording. I was hoping my playing would be a little different to the playing on the first record. I didn't want to repeat myself, and I'm sure the others felt the same way regarding how they approached the recording. So the new album is, on the one hand, a continuation from the first album, but on the other hand, it's an exciting new development for all of us. Johan Berthling: I think playing live has merged our sounds together quite a bit. We know each other's playing a lot better. When recording the first album, we had nothing. Now, we have a sound and a foundation we can continue to build on. For me, the studio (could be) a magical environment where all is possible. The live situation has so many parameters that are not controllable, so I want to keep them apart. I never look at recording as a live performance. Andreas Werliin: Playing live in front of an audience is very different from being in a studio recording session.[It has] different energy. It’s weird: The great live shows rarely transform into a good recording. It’s usually too much information. What we experienced when playing live was that we could use much more dynamics than on our albums. In a studio recording, you can use the room and vibe to play less and still keep it interesting, making small changes instead of the big movements we do live.

SILY: Is there something unique about Studio Rymden that fosters creative collaboration? OA: It feels super relaxed recording there, which really suits our vibe and somehow enhances what we are going for. I think we are all inspired by the room at Rymden and play off of the space. JB: It has a really nice living room atmosphere and has all the equipment we need. Daniel [Bengtson], who runs it, is also a great and knowledgeable guy making everyone feel at ease. AW: [It's] a good sounding, very relaxed place. [It] feels like being at a home party.

SILY: Why was it important for you to have continuity between the two albums' visual identities (cover art, music videos)? JB: Why change a winning concept? :) AW: These days, things are moving so fast. Everything and everybody has to change all the time to not lose the audience's attention, both visually and musically. We took the opportunity to go against that movement, I guess.

SILY: What inspired the track titles this time around? OA: Laziness. It's 1/2/3/4 in Swedish. Maybe we'll pick another language when we do another release.

SILY: How did the songs on the first record end up evolving live? Do you foresee these songs having a similar live evolution? OA: Absolutely. It's been really fun expanding on the pieces on the first album in a live context. Those pieces have really gone places. Some live versions of the pieces have lasted 30-40 minutes each. We've already been playing some of the new pieces live, too, and they are already morphing into new explorations that are quite different from the recorded versions.

AW: We developed a new form and used more improvisation and a lot more dynamics.

SILY: What's next? OA: We have some shows coming up as a trio which I'm really looking forward to. I really love playing with Johan and Andreas. My next big show...is a new piece titled "Sous Vide" with conductor Ilan Volkov and the Brussels Philharmonic Orchestra. I'm also hoping to start on a new solo record later this year. AW: I'm excited to release [Ghosted II]. We’re all pretty busy with other projects and family life, so [I'm] just hoping for peace, love, and understanding in general, I guess.

SILY: Is there anything you've been listening to, watching, or reading lately that you've enjoyed or that's inspired you? AW: I would highly recommend Brighde Chaimbeul's album The Reeling (River Lea). She will play live in our village on the west coast of Sweden on July 7th in an incredible church. Much welcome. JB: Lately, I’ve been listening a lot to Howlin' Wolf's Message to the Young and John Lee Hooker and Canned Heat's Hooker 'n Heat. Live, I recently saw a fantastic performance by Evan Parker and Alexander Hawkins in Germany!

OA: [I've been] listening to plenty non-stop, but here's a few recent things that come to mind:

James Rushford's Turzets

An unreleased 1974 live recording of Salamat Ali Khan from Berlin

ML Buch's Suntub (15 love)

Tyshawn Sorey's Continuing (Pi)

Ahmir Khan's Khayal By Ustad Ahmir Khan

RLW's When freezing air stings like ice I shall breathe again (Drag City)

Lenny Breau's Quietude

Eduardo Mateo

Glenn Gould's version of Brahms: 10 Intermezzi

Mikel Rouse Broken Consort

Tirzah

Weather Report's Live & Unreleased

I also just picked up an amazing new remaster of Genesis' The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, which I've been playing endlessly.

I recently watched Dog Day Afternoon with my 16-year-old last night. It was good to revisit that one. I also recently saw a great UK documentary on Cornelius Cardew with footage of the Scratch Orchestra and AMM. Other than that, it's always Law & Order before bed.

Reading:

Scott McClanahan's The Sarah Book Ian Penman's Fassbinder Thousands of Mirrors Adrian Sinclair & Allan Kozinn's The McCartney Legacy Henry Threadgill & Brent Hayes Edwards' Easily Slip Into Another World Dorothy B. Hughes' The Expendable Man

#interviews #johan berthling #drag city #studio rymden #daniel bengtson #brussels philharmonic #ghosted ii #oren ambarchi #andreas werliin #thobias fäldt #ghosted #drag city records #pål dybwik #dédrick eymenier #ilan volkov #brussels philharmonic orchestra #brighde chaimbeul #the reeling #river lea #howlin' wolf #message to the young #john lee hooker #canned heat #hooker 'n heat #evan parker #alexander hawkins #james rushford #turzets #salamat ali khan #ml buch

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Night at the club-Ghost/Simon Riley

cw: bodyguard!simon, dub con, mention of alcohol consumption, p in v unprotected, drunk sex, fingering, squirting, car sex, slight dumbification

summary : you drag your bodyguard Simon to the club and end up having to suffer the consequences…

It was currently midnight and you were quickly making you way downstairs with the hope off not waking your bodyguard.

Your right in front of the door and so far nobody has caught you yet ,ok pff I got this‘ you think to yourself.

Just as your about to reach for the doorknob, a dark husky voice sounds behind you „what do you think your doing ?“ 

You turn around and of course there’s your mountain of a bodyguard ghost standing with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

„I uhm…I’m just going for an…evening walk“ you respond, internally slapping yourself for the stupid excuse. 

„Uh huh and your doing that dressed like a fucking hooker ?“ Ghost asks sarcastically.

„Come on quit the lyin‘ what were you really planning“ 

„Wanna go to the club…“ you say smiling sheepishly.

„You know your not allowed to do that.“ Ghost say’s sternly.

„But I’m going with my friends I’ll be fine, come on pleaseee just this once“ you plead. 

„Nuh uh“ Ghost says shaking his head „sorry doll“ 

„Ok, fine“ you reply grumpily, but quickly get an idea that could save your night and mood „what about you come with me ?“ you ask 

„No that’s not part of my job“ -„come on please with you there I’d be safe and have a fun night“ you whine giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

„Ok, you know what fine“ ghost says seemingly affected by your cute expression.

„Omg thank you, thank you, thank you“ you cheer running up to him and giving him a quick hug.

20 minutes later and you have arrived at the club.

You walk in and immediately spot your group of friends quickly rushing over to them …ghost following behind you. 

“Hi guys sorry I’m late” your friends quickly greet you before quietly asking who the giant of a man behind you is.

“Oh no he’s not my boyfriend, just my bodyguard” you explain.

You get involved in a conversation with your friends, while ghost just stands beside you clearly not interested in the conversation or your friends. 

In the corner of your eye you spot a cute guy seemingly without a companion or a girl clinging to his arms.

Your friends follow your eye line and immediately hype you up saying you should go to talk to him and that you desperately needed some ,dick’.

you turn to ghost „hey im gonna go to that guy over there” you say. 

ghost nods and immediately stands up wanting to follow you.

"no can you like stay here” you ask. Ghost grumbles out a quiet “fine”.

you walk over to the guy and tap him on the shoulder. 

he turns around hungrily eyeing you up and down. “ what’s up pretty girl ?” 

the whole time you were talking to him you felt like someone was watching you the entire time.

15 minutes later of talking and flirting things were getting more…heated.

you currently making out with the boy,until suddenly someone completely rips you off him.

„i uh what” you shriek looking up at simon confused.

“were going home.”he says sternly not leaving room for the discussion, before hes already lifted you up over his shoulder and was carrying you out of the club. 

"what what are you doing” you ask still kind off confused, the frew drinks you’ve had definitely not helping your comprehension. 

“what you want or need…” ghost grumbles.

He quickly opens his car’s door and shoving you to the backseat,before climbing in himself.

The way he’s looking at you makes you feel way smaller than you already are compared to him.

he’s looking like a predator catching it’s prey…

he quickly pulls you toward him and onto his lap holding you secure with his big hands on your hips. 

“hmm baby this what you wanted ?” he asks rhetorically. While his eager hands are already squishing and groping at your butt.

your so confused this is all happening to fast and your earlier alcohol consumption was not helpful.

“said ya needed some dick” ghost says while already punching up your dress at your hips. 

“don’t worry baby i’ll give ya som’” ghost looks down at your body with hooded eyes “no panties baby, damn you want it bad…”

ghost makes quick work off undoing his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers.

you look down and to say you were shocked was an understatement…

“si, no th-thats never going to fit..” you shriek out.

“dont worry baby i’ll make it fit” ghost says while giving his cock a few strokes “mhmm fill ya up nice wont it ?” 

ghost quickly takes two off his fingers before spitting on them and rubbing them trough your folds and tapping them at your entrance.

“fuck baby, your so wet” ghost chuckles.

to be fair you had always found ghost attractive so you weren’t surprised.

ghost pushes his fingers inside while you let out an almost pornograpic moan.

“fuck so t-tight-wonder how you gonna react to my cock” ghost mutters 

ghost presses his thumb to your clit rubbing it in circles.

“g-ghost mmm gonna c-cum” you say through whimpers 

“yeah baby ya close ?” 

a loud moan is your only response before your climax is already coming.

ghost slowly pulls out his fingers while you whimper softly and lean your head on his shoulder.

“think ya ready for my cock now ?” “mhm” you mumble softly.

ghost quickly flips you onto ur back “press ur knees to ur shoulders” he commands 

you quickly obey and are now laying in a mating press.

ghost teasingly rubs his tip up and down ur folds.

before slowly pushing his needy tip inside ur little hole.

“fuck baby gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts.

you just mewl and stir under him already overstimulated at the feeling of his fat tip dragging against your walls.

“gonna go futher now,ok ?” 

a simple nod is all that comes from you but thats enough conformation simon needs to push his dick fully in.

“god baby so tight” “not gonna last long this way” he groans while making quick work with his fingers at your clit hoping to get your more relaxed and open for him.

fuck, you feel so full and the occasional twitching of his cock inside you just makes it all better. 

“mhm gonna move now kay ?” 

“mhmm please si” you moan out wanting him to hurry up and finally start fucking you.

and Simon does exactly that pulling out till only his tip is left inside you and then snapping his hips back against you.

your both moaning now trough ghosts thrusting but ghost makes a quick work at shutting you up by capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. 

“fuck baby was so jealous earlier” ghost grunts “that frat dude didnt deserve ya need a real man” 

ghost gives his words more meaning by accentuating each of them with a hard thrust deep inside you.

“f-faster si-i” you moan out.

“yea you want it faster” ghost ask teasingly while increasing his pace almost machine like 

you cant even think anymore all you feel his..so,so deep inside you. 

“fuck baby cant even think no more can ya” ghost chuckles 

all you can do is weakly nod drool running out your mouth and everything while you helplessly moan and whine. 

“look baby” ghost says pointing at your stomach.

you tiredly look down and there right under your belly button is a little bump that moves with each of ghosts thrusts.

simon presses on the pump and thats it for you.

with a long high pitch moan your squirting, wetting the car seats and also simons torso.

“oh god baby” simon groans seemingly also close himself

with a few more thrusts ghost empties himself coating your insides in his sticky white sperm.

ghost collapses on top of you “did so good princess” “so proud of ya took it like a champ”

“mhm” you mumble still exhausted lazily dragging your nails across his back in a comforting manor.

“should flirt with random boys more often” you giggle 

“don’t ya think bout it baby” ghost mumbles softly in your ear before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

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#Bodyguard!ghost #Bodyguard!simon Riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x you #tw dubcon #dumbification

[cloudlessly-light]

Can you please right me a Hotchniss fic for my birthday. I had an idea inspired by the Vegas ep 4x06. Where because they were all staying in Vegas overnight Emily and Hotch slept together but I'm a bad writer so I was hoping you could do it for me.

It's JJ is sleeping in her room, Dave is drinking in his, Spencer is with his mom, Derek is at the hotel bar trying to distinguish between hookers and girls that are actually interested in him and Hotch and Emily are at the bar waiting for their drinks so that they can copy Dave. But the drinks are taking a while so they sit there together waiting and laughing at Derek not being able to tell the difference between a hooker and someone that is interested in him and Emily asks him about Jack. They end up staying at the bar and getting drunk instead of going to their rooms. Eventually Emily wants to go for a walk with Hotch to the beach so they go to the pier buy ice cream then go to the beach Emily falls over a rock, Hotch carries her to a shop where he buys a couple of towels and a change of clothes for her, Emily gets changed at the beach while Hotch holds a towel up to stop other people seeing, the head back to the hotel, Hotch buys Em a hot chocolate to warm her up he also puts his arm round her for body heat, they get back to the hotel Emily tells him to order them a cocktail (Derek is still there but never notices them) Hotch orders the cocktails, Emily comes back sits next to him but the an older couple come over and there's only one seat left next to Em so she gets up thinking Hotch would give her his but he just points to his lap and she sits where he points, Em says something neither of them remember what it was but it turned Hotch on, he kisses her neck, Em says finish your drink then we're going to my room, they walk past Derek holding hands (Derek is still oblivious), makeout session in elevator, smut in Em's room, Hotch sneaks out in the morning and then something about BAU fam finding out.

Sorry that was long but could you do it and put it on A03 and tag me, my username is PrentissmyHotch

Thanks xx

A/N: Happy birthday @prentissmyhotch! I hope you like this little fic and that you have a great day!

Title: Running through my mind  Summary: “You think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night?”

Because Aaron and Emily most certainly did. Word count: 5,3k Rating: Explicit   Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, idiots who’ve hidden their feelings for too long, consumption of alcohol

They were all a little tired, emotionally drained. Cases involving kids always had everyone on edge. But it had ended as well as expected, a child getting to go home to his parents and a woman in clear need of help being taken away in handcuffs. It had been Spencer who needed to stay, they had all noticed the way he was clearly distracted, and Aaron had arranged for them all to stay in Vegas for another night. So as the youngest member of their team spent some much needed time with his mother, the rest of them went to dinner.

It was a team dinner spent talking and laughing as they let the tension from the last couple of days roll off them. By the time the bill was placed on the table, their spirits were heightened and Derek suggested that they’d go to the hotel bar, never one to not take advantage of a good time.

“I’m beat, you guys.” JJ said as she rubbed over her baby bump, already suppressing a yawn. “Don’t go to crazy now.” She winked at Derek and Emily before walking toward the elevators. Dave was quick to join her, mumbling something about needing a drink and a cigar alone, away from the bright lights and loud people.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” Emily says as she makes her way over to the bar with Aaron while Derek heads toward a group of women. “Getting an early night in I mean.”

“Yes. Maybe we should get these drinks and take them back to our rooms.” He agrees easily as he flags down the bartender. He orders himself a scotch and without missing a beat a martini for her.

“How did you know that I drink martinis?” She smiles at him as he shrugs.

“You’ve mentioned it before. And the few times I’ve seen you drink it’s either martini or wine.” He turns to lean against the bar and catches Derek on the other side of the room, already talking to a woman.

“Do you think that’s a working girl or someone who’s actually interested in him?” Emily asks as she mimics him and leans back against the bar as they wait for their drinks.

“I think that’s exactly what Morgan is trying to figure out.” He chuckles and when she joins him he can’t help the slight flutter in his chest at the sound. It wasn’t something new, it had been like this for months, his affection for his subordinate something he didn’t act on, but was getting harder and harder to ignore.

“I think you’re right.” She looks behind her at the bartender who seems to be drowning in orders and she sighs. It looked like they’d have to wait a while. “How’s Jack?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard but he smiled fondly at the thought of his son.

“He’s good. He’s getting into superheroes and cars.” He turns slightly to face her, suddenly a little more serious. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment for him, the divorce.”

“He’s three, it must be hard for him to understand.” She refrains from touching him, but she can feel the urge to take his hand or hug him, a feeling that she had become used to feeling. Her attraction toward him had been instant, but ever since his divorce it had become something more, something stronger than just attraction.  

“Yeah. We’ve tried to explain, but you’re right.” The sound of glass against wood causes him look away from her and to the drinks that the bartender places in front of them. He nods his thanks as he pays and ignores Emily’s protests as he does.

“You’ll pay the next round.” He tells her and with that, they find a table, any thought of going back to their rooms all but gone.

They spend the next hour talking about anything and everything as they drink their way through a few drinks each. Occasionally they’d spot Derek, still finding his way through a multitude of women, seemingly to be enjoying himself. Neither of them were surprised, Derek was attractive and charming and women always flocked to him like moths to a flame.

“I never saw it.” She says suddenly after watching her friend turn what was for sure a prostitute away.

“Saw what?” Aaron asked before taking a small sip of his scotch, the alcohol was starting to affect them both.

“What it is that drives women crazy around him.” She looks from Derek to him, a smirk on her face as her dark eyes zero in on him. “He isn’t my type I guess.”

“What is your type?” He asks before he could stop himself, somehow lost in the depth of her eyes. The longer they had sat there talking, it felt like their inhibitions had lowered.

“I guess… it’s more about the personality. But tall, dark and mysterious is a trait most of my exes have in common.” Her smirk deepens and she catches the way his jaw clenched just slightly. The alcohol was clearly making her more brazen and she knows that she should try and control herself. She caught the slight curve of his smile, the arch of one eyebrow as he looked at her in a way she knows he shouldn’t. It was too much, they were walking a paper thin line and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she needed to sober up. “I want ice cream.” She says and the bluntness of it takes him back, but it was the best she could come up with to cut through the sudden tension between them.

“Ice cream? In the middle of the night?” He chuckles as she nods, her smile becoming bigger.

“Yeah, that’s the best time for ice cream.” She grins at the way he’s clearly trying to see if she’s joking or not but when she stands he quickly follows her.

Once they’re outside she takes a few deep breaths, the fresh air helping her to clear her mind. Aaron is right beside her, standing a little closer than he normally would and they start to walk. Even now, the streets were full of people, mostly drunk tourists that were loud and rowdy and she felt Aaron tug her a little closer to him. She couldn’t help but to find his slight protectiveness attractive.

Every time their hands bumped together he forced himself from taking it in his, he shouldn’t go there, he couldn’t, even if his attraction towards her was close to maddening, especially now with alcohol clouding his judgement and Emily being more relaxed in his presence than he’d ever seen her.

It’s not long until they find a place that serves ridiculously huge scoops of ice cream and she drags him over to the counter. She orders a cone with cookie dough ice cream and as she pays she turns to him.

“You don’t want any?”

“No, I’m okay.” He watches with dark eyes as she licks the cone absentmindedly, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

“Your loss.” She winks and takes another lick of the ice cream, a happy moan falling from her at the sweet taste. The way he’s staring at her doesn’t go unnoticed by her and her stomach knots up in nervous excitement. It was wrong, she knew it was, but she couldn’t help herself as she takes a longer, slower lick, just to test her theory and when she sees his tongue swipe over his bottom lip she gets the confirmation she needs. It wasn’t one-sided, it wasn’t just the alcohol.

“Let’s go for a walk, sober up.” He mutters as a way to distract himself. His mind is reeling, he knows she’s trying to get a reaction out of him, but he wasn’t sure if it was only because she found it fun to tease him, or because she was drunk or maybe she even felt the way he did. Whatever the reason, he had to focus on something else, even if all he wanted was to kiss her.

She fell into step with him easily. It was dumb, she knew that, but she had wanted him from day one, had forced herself to ignore the attraction towards him for almost two years now. It had gotten harder after his divorce, but it had been working. That was until tonight, because right now it felt like the pent up attraction had come to a boil, and even though she knew she should put a lid on it, something was stopping her. It was him, the way he was looking at her with the same want she felt, and she knew that as much as they both tried to deny it, it was useless.

The tension between them only got more pronounced as they talked, subtle flirting slowly leading to a few more discrete touches, a few more knowing looks. It was exciting, it was fun, it was something they both had wanted for so long.

They walk together while she finished the ice cream and as she threw a couple of napkins in a trash bin, she shivered slightly from the night air. The cold air had finally caught up to her, together with the coldness from the ice cream and she suddenly felt herself freezing.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he watches the goosebumps on her exposed arms as she crosses them.

“Yes, just a little cold.” She offers him a smile and then sees him unbuttoning his suit jacket and she shakes her head. “No it’s okay Hotch.”

“Just take it.” He tells her evenly but she doesn’t move and he sighs. “You’re always so stubborn Emily.” There’s no malice in his voice, only a hint of teasing and he puts the jacket over her shoulders. He stares at her until she rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms to be able to put it on completely.

“You’re so dramatic.” She mutters but she couldn’t deny that the warmth of his jacket and the smell that was so distinctively Aaron, made her immediately relax a little.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Prentiss. Come on let’s head back to the hotel.” He barely even takes notice that his hand lingers on her lower back as he ushers her forward.

“You’re right, it’s getting late.” She agrees, still shivering slightly even with his jacket around her. Her arms crosses again as they walk, her main focus on getting back to the hotel but then Aaron stops suddenly.

“Hold on.” He says and quickly walks over to a coffee stand, leaving Emily to watch him curiously. When he comes back he hands her a take-away cup and when she smells it she can’t help but to smile at him.

“Hot chocolate, what am I 5 years old?” She teases and he snickers at her.

“It’ll get you warmed up. It’s too late for coffee.” He watches as she takes a sip and when she hums happily he smiles. “See, not such a bad idea huh.” They start to walk again and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as she drinks from her cup.

She looks up at him with knowing eyes and his eyebrow raises in return.

“Body heat is a good way to get warmed up is it not?” He leers and she laughs softly. “Or should I stop?”

“No-” She says too quickly and then faulters as she feels her cheeks heat up. “Don’t, it does help.”

So he keeps his arm around her and as they get closer to the hotel he feels her relax fully into him, any shivering gone and a little more color back in her cheeks. He only let’s go when they’re back at the hotel and Emily hands him his jacket back with a smile.

“Thank you.”                                                                                                        

“No worries. You look better in my clothes than I do.” He feels want tug low in his gut when she blushes and he realizes that he doesn’t want their night to end just yet. Luckily for him, Emily seemed to have similar feelings.

“Want to have one last drink?” She asks and he nods.

“One more drink sound nice.” He lets her lead the way back to the bar. He catches Derek at a table in the back, two women sitting with him and he shakes his head at the younger man. Derek doesn’t notice them though, too caught up in conversation to care about his surroundings anymore.

“I have to go to the bathroom, do you mind ordering me a drink?” Emily’s voice cuts through the loud atmosphere and he looks down at her.

“Not at all.” He watches as she heads to the bathroom and then goes to the bar and quickly orders them their drinks. It was even more crowded now than it had been earlier in the night and he walks around the bar only to find a small table with three seats available.

When Emily comes back a couple of minutes later she happily sits down next to him and clinks her glass with his.

“Cheers.” She takes a sip of her drink and relaxes. She catches Derek walking through the bar, but he’s still oblivious to their presence.

“Cheers.” He says and drinks from his glass, the amber liquid sliding down easily with a pleasant burn. His eyes stay on her, he had always found her beautiful, but he rarely got to see this side of her. They had already crossed the line, he knew that, so why not take the plunge?

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an older man talking to Emily gets her attention from where she had been clocking Derek.

“Yes?” She asks as she looks at a man probably twice her age, standing with what she could only assume was his wife.

“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s no tables left, I was wondering if it would be alright if my wife sat next to you?” He looks at the empty spot next to her.

“Oh of course, and you can take mine it’s no bother.” She jumps up quickly and walks around the table to stand next to Aaron.

“Thank you dear. You have a good night with your handsome man.” The older woman smiles at them and Emily laughs at the way Aaron blushes.

She expects him to get up and offer her his seat, after all Aaron was always a gentleman, but when he stays quiet and simply looks at her with a dark stare she feels herself wondering what he’s up to. Then he points to his lap, wordlessly telling her to sit and she feels herself flush. They had gone beyond what would be considered just colleagues tonight, but this would make it official, after this it felt like there was no turning back.

“Come on.” He urges her but she doesn’t need any more prompting and carefully sits down on his lap. His arm comes around her waist to steady her and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Is this your move? Getting women to sit on your lap?” Her voice comes out slightly breathy and his fingers tighten against her side.

“No, this was just a coincidence.” He whispers against her ear and she shivers slightly.

“A happy coincidence.” She looks out over the crowd of people for a moment and she feels his lips grace her neck. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

“Trust me, I plan to finish this.” He mumbles before he places a soft kiss to the back of her neck. When she cranes her neck slightly he kisses her again, slow kisses placed along her skin until she’s squirming on his lap, her breathing slightly ragged.

“Finish your drink, then we’re going to my room.” She tells him before finishing her own in one gulp and then gets off his lap only to see him doing the same. The look in his eye makes her gasp, the dark orbs filled with want as he watches her. She takes his hand without thinking, only registers the size and warmth of his palm against hers for a second before she starts to drag him out of the bar and towards the elevators.

Derek doesn’t notice that they walk right past him, if he did they never would have heard the end of it.

The seconds before the elevator arrives seem endless but as the doors opens and they find it empty Emily breathes a sigh of relief. She walks in first and stands against the back wall as Aaron presses the button to their floor. When he turns to her she feels like prey, his eyes never leaving her as he takes a small step toward her and crowds her space.

“Kiss me.” She whispers against his face, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Will you regret this tomorrow?” He asks, hands finding their way to her hips as he waits for her reply.

“Not if you won’t.” She tells him honestly and he breathes a sigh before kissing her. He tastes like scotch and mint and Aaron and it is addictive. She doesn’t think she could ever stop kissing him. His tongue licks at the seam of her lips and as she opens her mouth to him, her hand tangles in his short hair to keep him close.

They don’t stop kissing until the elevator stops and the doors open, revealing another couple who awkwardly clear their throats.

“Sorry.” Aaron mutters while Emily laughs as he drags her out of the elevator toward her room. She fishes out her key card while he presses kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder, his front pressing to her back.

“You’re distracting me.” She mumbles when her hands tremble too much to get the card into the slide.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” He mutters against her ear before biting the lobe.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” She smiles and then finally gets the door open and they tumble inside. He’s already tugging on her shirt, his hands seemingly everywhere and she turns in his arms.

“No, not cocky.” He says as she gets his shirt unbuttoned. “Self-assured.” He smirks at the way she looks up at him with an arched eyebrow.

The rest of their clothes end up in piles on the floor in between heated kisses and exploring touches. By the time Aaron gently pushes her back against the bed she’s panting, her body feeling like it was set ablaze from the sheer want she felt for him. She looks up at him, standing in just his boxers and she can’t help but to slowly take in just how gorgeous he is.

“Why are you hiding all of this under those suits of yours?” She teases as her hands move up his stomach and chest, feeling the muscles under soft skin. When she digs her nails into his chest quickly he groans, the sound low and breathy and before she knows it he’s on her, effortlessly lifting her higher on the bed as he settles above her.

His hands travel down her body, thick fingers exploring every curve and dip of her as he swallows up her soft gasps. Her bra is thrown across the room the second he gets it undone, and his mouth follows the same trail that his fingers had, tasting her skin eagerly. He feels her fingers in his hair, her blunt nails scratching his scalp gently and he feels a shiver along his spine. When he sucks a nipple into his mouth, her grip on his hair tightens slightly and she arches into him.

“Fuck, Aaron.” She moans softly and he knows that he has to hear his name fall from her lips like that again, the sound shooting straight down to his cock. He bites down on her nipple and tugs and when she gasps he hums in satisfaction.

“You like that?” He rasps and she nods, her dark eyes hooded as she looks up at him. “You want more?”

“Yes.” She whispers and when his thigh press between her legs she grinds against him, searching for more friction. “Get your boxers off.”

He chuckles at her impatience but still tugs his boxers off and then helps her out of her underwear. His eyes rake over her body but he doesn’t get as much time as he had liked to truly worship her like he wanted, because Emily was dragging him down against her again and kissing him desperately.

“You’re sure about this right?” He can’t help but to ask when they break apart and she smiles softly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” The confession makes something in his chest warm, and he knew that they’d have to talk about what this meant later, but right then all he wanted was her. The feeling of her hand suddenly around him makes him groan and he bites down on her neck.

“You’re huge.” She gasps in surprise as she feels him. All of a sudden his earlier cockiness made sense and she feels excitement in the pit of her stomach.

“Think you can take it?” He pulls back to look at her, wanting her to still be sure, but all he’s met with is a filthy grin.

“Aaron, fuck me.” She spreads her legs wider and rubs the tip of him through her folds. “Feel how wet I am.”

“Jesus.” He hisses at the heat of her, of her slick coating him and he grabs her wrist to pull her hand away from his shaft. “You’re going to be trouble aren’t you?” He smirks at the way her eyes gleam with something mischievous. Whatever her reply was going to be gets caught in her throat when he pushes inside of her, her jaw slackening and head falling back against the pillow at the stretch of him.

“Oh, God.” She sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, the fill of him almost too much.

“That’s it, good girl.” He whispers against her ear and he feels her clench around him in response, confirming something he had already been pretty sure about. “Tell me how it feels.” He pulled out slowly, only to thrust forward again, finding a rhythm.

Between his low voice in her ear and the feeling of him inside of her she was already going crazy and she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, pulling him harder against her.

“It feels so good.” She gets out, voice breathy. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her words make him move a little faster, a growl in his chest at the way she bites down on his neck to keep from moaning louder. He pins her hands above her head with a smug look on his face as he looks down at her.

“That’s my girl, you’re taking me so well.” His hands tighten around her wrist when she tries to get free and then he thrusts hard, making her moan loudly.

“Let me touch you.” She gasps, eyes close to pleading and it’s another few seconds before he lets go of her. The second her hands are free she pulls him into a kiss, her hand on the back of his neck while the other moves down to grip his hip tightly.

She breaks away from the kiss when the need of air becomes too much, and she kisses down his stubbled jaw, to his neck, she licks over his pulse and hears his grunt something close to her name. She takes notes of what makes his hips stutter and jaw clench and when she feels him sneaking a hand between their bodies to rub her clit, she sucks a bruise into his neck.

They stay like that, clutching each other until Emily is tensing underneath him, her moans becoming louder and breather and it’s not long until she’s clenching around him.

“Come for me baby.” He encourages her, continues to whisper dirty words and praise in her ear until she cries out loudly.

She feels the pleasure of her orgasm everywhere, her body feeling blissfully heavy and ears buzzing as he kisses his name off her lips. When he pulls out only to roll her over and gets her on her hands and knees she only moans softly.

He pulls her up against him, his chest pressing against her back as he wraps an arm around her body, fingers finding her clit again as the other holds her neck gently to keep her still.

“Let’s do that again.” He mutters and pushes back inside of her with a groan.

“Aaron- I can’t.” She gasps, her hips twitching at the steady pressure on her clit.

“Yes you can.” He drags his hips lazily against hers, feels her fluttering pulse against his fingertips as he fucks her slowly. “You feel so good on my cock, feel so tight coming on it.”

“Oh… fuck!” She hisses when he changes the angle slightly, hitting into her perfectly and she feels his smirk against the back of her neck.

“That’s it.” He licks the sweat from her skin, keeps circling her clit until she’s straining and gripping his forearm hard enough to leave bruises. Their pace quickens slightly and as she tightens around him for a second time he can feel his own orgasm building.

It’s only a few minutes later that Emily comes with a whimper, her body shaking in his arms. Through blurry pleasure she hears him groan as he pulls her tight against him. The heat of his release makes her sigh, and she lets her head rest back against his shoulder as they both try to catch their breath.

“That was incredible.” She mumbles against his neck and when he chuckles she smiles.

“It was.” He places a gentle kiss against her shoulder and then urges her to lie down on the bed. “Hold on.” He moves off the bed and goes to the bathroom and wets a towel in warm water. When he comes back, Emily is laying under the covers, hair wild and make up smudged and she’s never looked more beautiful to him.

She smiles softly when he carefully cleans between her thighs, the gesture feeling more intimate than anything they’ve done so far. Once he’s done he goes back to leave the towel and then quickly climbs under the covers with her.

“So.” She says, her fingers drawing random patterns on his chest.

“So.” He pulls her closer, hugging her against his chest.

“What do we do now?” She’s almost afraid of the answer, unsure if he would regret this now after the cloud of lust and alcohol had disappeared.

“We sleep for a couple of hours. And then if you want, I’ll take you out on a proper date when we get back home?” He watches as she smiles, something big and infections and he smiles too.

“Yeah?” She bites her bottom lip when he nods.

“Yeah.” He kisses her quickly. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“I have too.” She admits. Suddenly it felt dumb that she had ignored her feelings for so long.

“But,” Aaron stifles a yawn and looks at the clock. “We only have about three hours before everybody’s getting ready to leave. So how about we sleep, and talk more tomorrow?”

“That sounds good.” She mumbles, all of a sudden feeling how tired she actually was. His arm stays around her, keeps her close as she relaxes into the bed.

She didn’t remember a time when she felt this safe.

Aaron wakes up at the sound of his alarm only a couple of hours later. Emily was beside him, stirring at the sound and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do we have to get up already?” She mumbles, still half asleep and he kisses her with a low chuckle.

“Go back to sleep, I just have to get to my room before everyone wakes up.” He ignores the way he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with her and gets out of bed to get dressed.

“JJ is probably awake already, be quiet when you pass her room.” She sits up, ignores the slight headache and how her muscles ache in favor of watching him. He nods as he finishes getting dressed and then leans over the bed to kiss her, lingering slightly and she cups his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her palm.

 “I’ll see you downstairs.” He presses another kiss to her lips before slowly opening the door to make sure no one’s in the corridor.

“Bye.” She whispers and when the door closes behind him, she can’t help the happy smile on her face.

*

She finds Dave and Derek in the lobby when she comes carrying her bag only a couple of hours later. She’s tired and hungover and the sound of the machine Derek is playing on makes her head throb.

“Please Morgan, my head.” She flops down on the couch next to Dave.

“Rough night?” The older man asks as she rubs her forehead.

“From the sounds of it you had a very good night.” The teasing tone from Derek makes her look up. “Look all I’m saying is that your room was right next to mine.”

She doesn’t get the chance to reply, JJ and Aaron arriving just as she’s trying to think of a suitable lie.

“So who was the mystery man?” Dave prods her, his finger poking at her upper arm and she shakes her head.

“No one.” Her eyes find Aaron who seems caught up on what’s happening already.

“We should head to the airport.” He cuts them all off before the conversation can continue. He turns his head to Derek who’s still laughing at her embarrassment when JJ grabs his arm.

“What is that?” Her blue eyes were zeroed in on Aaron, eyebrows narrowed as she reaches for his collar. He’s too slow to stop her and she tugs on the collar of his shirt to reveal a dark hickey and she gasps. “A hickey?!”

“Well, well, well.” Dave laughs and watches as Aaron looks between all of them and then finally his eyes lands on Emily who’s hiding her face in her hands.

“No way, there’s no way.” Derek says while JJ looks at her best friend with her mouth open.

“Can we please not talk about this right now?” Emily looks to Aaron, it was still so fresh, they had barely talked about what they were to each other, so how were they supposed to have this conversation with their team?

“It happened.” Aaron cuts off any further conversation and walks to stand beside Emily and rests his hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it gently and feels the tension in her body lessen slightly. “This isn’t something we’re going to discuss right now.”

“What does this mean though?” JJ was the one to ask, never one to beat around the bush with either of them.

“It means that it’s new and we haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily gives Derek a warning look, her voice holding a slight edge.

“I think it’s great. It’s not like this haven’t been building for a while.” Dave offers and JJ nods along.

“Yeah, but maybe, if you want some time to figure things out before a team of profilers find out, maybe don’t suck a hickey into another person’s neck like a fourteen-year-old.” The blonde jokes and Derek and Dave laugh as Emily’s blushes, feeling mortified and Aaron just shakes his head at them.

“I hate Vegas.” Emily groans and rubs her forehead to try and lessen the headache as she leans into Aaron’s body.

“Oh come on Prentiss how can you hate Vegas, it’s a grown folk’s playground. And clearly you took advantage.”

“Morgan!” Two voices scold him, but they’re only met by more laughter.

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

just you

eddie munson x reader, smutty

summary: while the group stops for supplies, eddie confesses to you that he's a virgin.

a/n: mature content, minors do not interact - unprotected sex, loss of virginity. in this fic, he never dies...

The RV was quiet, Lucas and Dustin sat at the kitchenette table; their eyes peeking through the blinds of the window, watching every person that went by. Eddie and you sat at the back of the trailer; curtains closed shut as you relaxed for a moment. He sat desperately close, mumbling something about his Uncle Wayne. He looked upset and worried, but his face softened when your hand touched his shoulder.

“We’ll get in contact with him soon, it’s going to be fine – we’re going to be fine.”

“Nice try,” he smirked, slumping against the seat. “Even I can see through your dramatics – we’re screwed, aren’t we?”

Glancing over to Dustin then Lucas, a lump started to form in your throat; the fact that you all almost loss Max was sending waves of panic through your system but for her sake, hell, for everyone’s sake – you wanted to keep hope. Giving Eddie a smile, you asked he could have any meal what he would have; trying to change the subject, anything to get your mind off the current dire situation.

“In this very moment?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, leaning back; the two of you shoulder to shoulder, legs sprawled out before you. His boots rang heavy as they settled against the floor and your eyes trailed up from them to his eyes. Eddie smirked, hands resting behind is head and he thought for a moment before declaring he’d like a well-done steak.

“…and some potatoes, tons of beer too.”

Rolling your eyes at the predictable meal, you asked if he also wanted a hooker on the side. He laughed and pointed out you were making it sound like his last meal. “I mean, it very well could be.”

“Don’t say that” you scowled, dread filling your stomach as his face grew serious. His eyes went to the two young boys at the table before he sighed and asked if he could confess something. “Anything…”

He sat up and used both hands to brush away hair from his face; his body leaned into your side and his head dipped closer to yours. “I’m…well, I’m a virgin.”

Your eyes snapped up at his, his body heat radiating against you. He looked for a reaction, maybe a laughter from you but all you did was squint your eyes and stated he was lying. “I mean…you’re in a band, Eddie.”

This notion made him laugh and he relaxed back into a slump position, giving a shrug. He explained that the opportunity just never came up, “…believe me, if it did, I would have… The thought of me not making it out of this and never having the…pleasure…is killing me.”

You sat quietly for a moment, thoughts going to the time you unceremoniously loss your virginity; visiting family in California, you had gone out with your cousins and hooked up with one of her friends…in the back of a 76’ Nova. He was nice enough, but it was nothing spectacular – you had better sex since then. Looking over at Eddie, who was now staring down at his nails, avoiding your gaze, you noticed the line of his jaw. The baby fat that separated boys from men was nearly all gone from his cheekbones and his bottom lip was a little full and pouty. His hair, a little too long for your liking, suited him perfectly and when his dark brown eyes met your gaze – the hair didn’t seem so bad.

“You’re going to be fine, Eddie,” you assured him.

“If you say so…but maybe…”

His sentence was cut off by RV door opening and a wave of urgency hit the air as Steve jumped into the driver’s seat. Erica explained that Lucas’s ‘friends’ had spotted them, and Robin hollered for everyone to take a seat. Eddie held you back as Steve pulled out of the parking lot, screaming to hold on. Robin crashed down next to you, causing your body to push further against Eddie. You mouthed a ‘sorry’, but he just smiled and said no problem, looking away as your hand settled on his thigh for the RV made a hard turn. Your heart pounded from the chaotic driving, but then Eddie’s fingers fell onto yours and he gave a shrug. “You better hold on.”

Saying nothing, you allowed his hand to remain on yours; everyone too busy to notice, anxious chatter filled the RV as Steve drove on.

….

The rolling hills were secluded, no car in sight as Steve parked the RV in its valley. Everyone stepped out of the RV, making their own stations to build their weapons and get ready. Since Nancy and you were the only ones with actual gun experience, she had gotten two and was with Max, adjusting the weapons to her likening. You stayed inside the RV, resting on the back bench– Steve asked if you were okay, but you said a headache was coming on, but you just needed some quiet. Eddie, who had been with Dustin, making shields out of trash can lids, came into the RV after twenty minutes. He tugged off his leather jacket and wiped his forehead with the sleeves of his long-sleeved Hell Fire Club tee.

“Feeling better?”

He sauntered over to the back of the trailer, and you sat up, patting the spot next to you. He eyed you curiously but sat down and leaned back.  His fingers drummed against his jeans, and you asked if he was feeling up for a fight. “It’s going to be something we’ve never experienced.”

“…yeah,” he laughed nervously; his voice faded as did the smile from his face. Eddie turned to you and mumbled something that you couldn’t understand. Asking him to repeat what he had said, his face went flush. “I know you’re really pushing the ‘have hope’ propaganda, but I’m getting nervous here.”

You thought of his confession earlier and noticed the tense look in his eyes, and for a moment, you understand what he is feeling – impending doom. Eddie, more than anyone in the group, had plenty to fear. Even if everyone came out of this unscathed, a murder accusation was serious and how would they even prove he didn’t kill Chrissy? Who would believe the whole Vecna ordeal when the government loved covering up its offenses? Eddie’s future was looking dim, everyone knew this, but no one said it out loud.

His eyes, they knew it all.

They were pleading.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes drew over to your lips and not an ounce of hesitation graced his face as his hands drew to your face; he held it in place as his mouth brushed against yours, hungry and eager, fearful, and desperate. Your groaned as his fingers crawled into your hair, while his other hand touched your waist. His kisses slowed down as you pushed him back into the seat, getting up and kissing him once more before leaving him breathless as you walked to the door. Pulling back the curtain, you saw Steve and Robin making Molotov cocktails from the bottles of alcohol bought at a liquor store and a few found in the RV. They were conversing and didn’t notice you observing them, so you locked the door and closed the curtain.

Excitement and nervousness flooded Eddie’s face as you turned back to him, giving him a smile. He palmed his thighs when you moved back down to his level, this time kissing him softer as you began to unbuckle his belt.

“Whoa…whoa…” he whispered, pulling your hands away. The bewildered look in his eyes had you laughing softly, and you told him you wanted to – that you weren’t taking pity on him, like his facial expressions thought.

“I need this too,” you confessed, hands idled near the top of his jeans. He ran a hand over his face and looked out the window, a little bit of curtain was pulled back. The grass was this deep green that he was afraid he’d never get a chance to see again – who really knew what would happen? None of them did, he certainly didn’t. He glanced at you, facial features soft and inviting – it wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to you. Shit, he thought you were a total babe.  Funny, smart, loyal to her friends, protective – he was taken back by the fearlessness you showcased while trying to save Steve from the demon bats from hell, but also your willingness to be upfront and emotional. If this was going to be his last day on Earth, the possibility imminent in the background, spending this time with you – well, that wouldn’t be a bad hand dealt.

 Eddie nodded then, content with his decision, pressing forward he kissed you again; allowing you to unbuckle his jeans. His fingers shook a bit as he touched your face, mouth on yours – he couldn’t contain the anticipation building in his body and when you pulled out his cock, he understood the yearning. A groan shook out of his throat when you palmed him, giving him slow and precise strokes. Eddie hung his head back, eyes closing as you stroked him over and over until he couldn’t handle it, he gripped your shoulder and begged you to stop – so you did. Letting go, you moved off the bench and stood in front of him. His eyes watched as you kicked off your shoes, unzipped your jeans, slipped them down and stepped out of them; your panties were next, and he asked if he could help.

“I’d like that,” you nodded, closing your eyes, skin reeling against his limber fingers, callouses from guitar playing; the tips stroking your thighs as they tugged down the panties to the floor. His eyes drew up, stopping right below your stomach; absented mindedly he licked his lips, and it made you laugh a little. Your playful laughing made him laugh and he wished to whatever God was out there that he’d lived another day, if only to press his lips against your thighs but he knew time was limited and he couldn’t do all the things he wanted in such a small timeframe.

“Come here,” he whispered, leaning back, and patting his thighs. Moving down onto his lap, your knees rested on the bench. Your hands went up as he began to pull off your shirt, gently placing it down next to him; then he reached out and cursed under his breath, embarrassed that it took way longer than he anticipated to unhook your bra.

“It’s basically a trap,” you explained, kissing his neck.

“You’re just saying that, so I don’t feel like a complete idiot.”

Eddie’s hands rode up the small of your back, coming back down around to your breasts. He cupped them gentle, leaning forward to press little kisses all over them; his mouth on one of your nipples sent chills down your spine and a pool of wetness formed between your legs. You wanted it to last forever, wishing it could, but time was ticking – someone was bound to come knocking, ruining the peaceful delusion Eddie and you had created.

“We don’t have much time,” you whispered regretfully, holding his chin up so his eyes met yours. His face looked pure for a moment and then his eyes narrowed, hand pulling you down by the neck for a longing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours and your thighs attempted to squeeze together, but Eddie’s waist blocked the attempt. Sensing your need, Eddie gave himself a few strokes and said he was ready.

Using your knees as leverage, you sat up and Eddie held you by the waist; reaching down for his cock, you positioned yourself above it and slowly, carefully, you felt him pushing into you. Crying out, you held onto Eddie’s shoulders as he shuttered, fingers grasping at your waist. Getting in a comfortable position, your hips started rocking against him, riding him slowly at first – allowing yourself to get used to the fullness. He reached up and grabbed a breast, giving it tight squeezes as your hips started to move even slower – wanting the moment to last as long as possible.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, mouthed a bit gapped open with shock. Your body against his, he never felt something so sweet and explosiveness in his life, he wanted the moment forever – he wanted to relive this moment for eons. So many emotions flooded his senses as you rode his cock, dragging out each thrust - the curves of your nude body against his, he was living an actual dream of his. He couldn’t stand how lucky he was and when you leaned down to kiss him, he captured your lips swiftly, eagerly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whimpered, touching the side of your face with a hand. You leaned into the palm of his hand, riding him faster; Eddie cursed, pleasure ripping through every single cell in his body until you leaned back. His hands held you tight at the waist, your breast bouncing softly – a vision of pure beauty. Unable to hold off any longer, he exclaimed that he was nearly there, and you told him to let go.

“It’s okay, Eddie, please.”

God, you were such a sweetheart, it was killing him.

“Whatever you want, princess,” he cooed, fingers brushing away dampened hair from your cheeks. You smiled down at him, hand tighter on his shoulders as your hips crashed against his. Eddie Munson had never been so speechless in his life, his cock springing deep into you as he came. His body shook involuntary, eyes closed, and you stroked his cheek with a thumb, allowing him to experience the release to the very end. Your hips slowly came to a stop when Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, breathing rapid and mouth ready to take the kiss you placed on his lips. He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly, taking in the taste until his body recovered and he could breathe regularly again.

“Jesus,” was all he could say as you slipped off his lap, collapsing next to him. He sat back not sure what to do next until you asked if he could find a napkin or towel.

“You spilled out a little.”

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized, zipping himself up. He stood up and nearly stumbled, looking back with a smile as you placed your bra back on. There were napkins in one of the drawers, so he brought it back to you and turned to give you privacy as you cleaned up and changed back into your clothes. Pulling your shirt down, you told him he could look.

“I – that was great,” he smirked, hands on your shoulder. Laughing, you agreed and held out your panties; Eddie looked a bit confused. “Why…”

“A keepsake, so when we all survive this shit, you can remember the girl you lost your virginity too.”

Eddie grinned and plucked the panties from your hand, tucking them into his front jean pocket. “Believe, I would never forget what you did for me…seriously.”

“I’m glad it was me,” you admitted, nodding to the door. “We better go outside.”

He agreed, but when you made a move to the door, he caught you by the elbow. His eyes were no longer pleading, but grateful and possibly filled with lust – the thought made you smile, and you touched his face, thumb caressing his chin.  “I wouldn’t mind doing this again in the future, just so you know.”

You pressed a kiss onto his cheek and left the trailer, calling to Nancy about your gun. The door slammed shut and Eddie grabbed his leather jacket. He put it on and looked over to the back of the RV, his heart racing at the thought of you, not just nude and on top of him, but just you. Grinning to himself, he took a deep breath before exiting the RV – thinking, maybe, just maybe 1986 was really going to be his year.

#eddie munson smut #eddie muson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson is a virgin #he lives in this fic

[lazysublimeengineer]

lost kitten

Summary: Halfway starts with happiness for me

Halfway house, lost kitten in the street

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa & Nakajima Atsushi

(A/N: I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respectful ownership belongs to Metric for this song and Kafka Asagiri for this manga).

Don't say yes if you can't say no

Victim of the system, say it isn't so

Squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow

Leaving without you, can't say no

Nothing gets past Ranpo’s keen, chartreuse irises.

So, when his line of sight grazed over Atsushi’s form the next time the other placed the stacked of papers onto his desk with an awkward smile on his lips and a pure sparkle of curiosity pooling around his amethyst eyes, he’s quick to dismissed him as a lanky male with an airheaded disposition and a terrible person who can’t say no to other people even if he doesn’t want to do it.

A doormat with no self-preservation.

Atsushi’s existence wasn’t worth thinking about so he focused on other things.

Even when the other was kidnapped back then he didn’t hold back on his own opinion of questioning the agency’s want of saving him when it’s Atsushi’s fault for falling into that kind of situation in the first place.

Because of his stupid kindness. Naivete. And didn’t have an ounce of self-regard for himself.

Even if Fukuzawa had persuaded him successfully back then to rescue the young lad, a twinge of acerbity pooled within him as he complied with his team’s wishes and successfully rescued him with his great assistance.

Ranpo had tried to dismiss it and paid attention to other important variables of their mission even though numerous emotions had arisen within him which had his mind and heart swam into pools of confoundment.

Halfway starts with happiness for me Halfway house, lost kitten in the street Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes

Boarding on the train was a pain in the ass.

There were a lot of things that needed to be considered which always made Ranpo’s mind came into a screeching halt when processing more important information inside his head.

But most of all he hated it when he had to stare at the railway map at the train station like it was an object consisted of alien language.

For all his cleverness and intelligence, he had a terrible spatial awareness when it came to directions.

Most of the time he loathed some missions that required for him to take on the train.

“Ranpo-san…?” Atsushi’s hesitant voice in the background reached his line of hearing and halted his thoughts and concentration.

“Yeah?” He asked noncommittally.

“I already bought some train tickets so we’re good to go…” The other’s voice faltered slightly at the end which caught Ranpo’s attention and turned around to face him.

Ranpo saw the look of hesitation and slight embarrassment coloring the other’s face but what caught more of his attention was the other holding a bottle of—

“Ramune?” He voiced out.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I figured that you might be bored and probably thirsty from the heat and waiting for too long because of the long lines at the booth. So, this one’s for you Ranpo-san but I’m not sure if you’d want a drink like this—.”

“Open it and give it to me.” Ranpo cut him off lightly.

Atushi blinked at him owlishly before complying to his words and twisted the cap off from the lid. The soft, sizzling sound of the soda permeated his ears as soon as Atsushi opened it and handed it to him.

Ranpo took it in silence and drank from its contents. As the other was mostly self-conscious around him to notice anything else, one of his eyes opened slightly and let his dazzling emerald orbs bored right through the other’s soul.

He guessed that lost kittens had an interesting side after all.

No more hard-headed Saturdays They got it, they want it, they give it away Tell me one thing you would never do I was looking for a hooker when I found you

Ranpo was used to it by now.

The incompetence and inefficiency of the police in this place was something that irked him in the past but he grew mostly out of it and regarded them with a cold indifference and distaste.

But this was one of those days that his backhanded comments and smart aleck remarks had made Ranpo landed himself in hot waters with one of the police officers.

He didn’t look like it but he had a basic knowledge of self-defense techniques from Fukuzawa himself which wasn’t to be trifled either as he was trained by a previous assassin.

Besides Ranpo view the other people who resorted to violence as a retaliation as a lower being than himself as he found them dull and lacking in sharpness in thinking that fists could solve everything.

Ranpo was ready to block out the other’s officer’s incoming fists when someone blocked it already much to his brief surprise.

His eyes grew wide for a moment as he stared at Atsushi’s paws effectively caught the other’s fist and blocked his attack.

“I’d appreciate it if we don’t resort to violence sir. Especially not hitting on Ranpo-san who’s currently lending his hand and skill as a detective in solving this case.” Atsushi’s firm voice rang out.

It was rare to see and hear Atsushi being like that.

He knew that he got some hidden claws but it’s usually overshadowed by his meekness and insecure behavior most of the time.

“Tch. Whatever. Don’t think that both of you are some hotshots just because your talented people.” The officer sneered as he withdrew his fists and walked away grumbling to himself.

And just like that.

Everything went back to normal.

You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes You'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes

“I can defend myself earlier.” Ranpo’s casual voice shattered the deafening silence as they’re both walked back to the train station after Ranpo solved the case at the pier.

Orangey hues spread out through the sky as the sun was already setting down in the late afternoon.

“I know Ranpo-san… But deducing something from a complicated crime such as this in just less than a few minutes is a great talent itself even greater than my own honestly… And people such as the police officers should learn to respect and appreciate that…” Atsushi paused and looked at him with a serenely downcast expression on his face, a fragile yet smile of understanding marring his features.

It made Ranpo paused gazed at him with a brief expression of being taken aback for a few seconds.

And that’s when Ranpo knew.

Atsushi was one of the genuinely accepting and selfless people he had met in his lifetime.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you come undone, I cover it up

Ranpo had realized his initial lukewarm reception towards him.

Because he saw his younger self in him.

Naïve. Accepting. Kind.

It disgusted him.

But he was more disgusted at himself.

He had turned into some jaded, cynical being disguised in the faux sweetness of his confectionaries and quick remarks to other people.

Emotions hadn’t been his strong suit and Ranpo knew that his sharp tongue and disposition with other people had always got him into trouble rather out of it.

But an unknown, niggling feeling within him had urged to take a good look at Atsushi and pay more attention to him.

And his intrigue grew with each moment passed them by.

So pent-up, I was coming home to you Happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon Sippin' on a cocktail, drinking in the loo There's something about you I hold on to

Days trickled by that turned into weeks.

They both found themselves in being partnered often in missions together.

Mostly because aside Atsushi being too kind in refusing tasks and partners being assigned to him, he was one of the few people who possessed a genuine patience that can rival a saint when it came to dealing with Ranpo’s fractious personality.

Their silence inside the train rides slowly turned into occasional small talks: mostly with Ranpo commenting idly on his observations about other people and ranting about everything else. Until it turned into a two-way street of conversation between the two of them.

Ranpo found out even with their stark differences, they have oblique similarities.

They’re fiercely protective of people they care about even if it’s in the form of different entire beings.

Opinions of the people they greatly respected and admire about were both important to them.

When the train ride was over, Ranpo had looked over the horizon where the sun was setting peacefully.

A maelstrom of emotions was awakening within him as he stayed longer by Atsushi side.

And he didn’t want it to end.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you're blind, I cover it up

(A/N: Yeah, pretty damn late getting into this fandom. But what can I say? Ranatsu is the first rare ship that caught my attention in this franchise, and I just had to get this out of my system. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

#bungou stray dogs #fanfiction #oneshot #ranatsu #ranpo x atsushi #relationship study #character study #ambiguous relationship #can be seen as either platonic or something more #ranpo edogawa #atsushi nakajima

[torra-and-the-toons]

Do you have any interesting headcanons about the characters' families (the eds and the other kids)? I sometimes see more similar, recurring opinions, so I'm curious to hear any unusual or left field ideas.

I think I pretty much share the fandom headcanons, but honestly I'm not sure :0

I def think all three Eds have some form of abusive parents. Ed's parents are neglectful of Ed, and often listen to Sarah over him. Sarah gets a really nice room while Ed has the basement. When he doesn't do well in school they don't even try to work something out with him, they just send him to his Aunt. That coupled with my headcanon that Ed is Autistic, I just don't view his parents in a good light. They don't seem to want to help Ed through his learning disability, instead they seem to have already accepted failure.

More under the cut, for length

Double Dee's parent are just never there, as we've seen, only communicating with their son through sticky notes. They still have such high expectations of him with little interaction.

Now with Eddy, I get the feeling that his parents are the reason his bro ran away. They might seem fine on the surface, but I think there's a hidden layer of manipulative behavior going on here that could be very damaging. His own father's biggest concern is that he becomes a figure skater. HIS GREATEST CONCERN is over what his own son wants to do with his life like it's not his god damn job to support his kids in whatever they want to do.

Not only that but let's look at eddy's bro, shall we? We don't see any trace of him in the house besides his room. There's even a scene, I think in BPS but I could be wrong, where we pass a line of family portraits in Eddy's house and we see silhouettes of Eddy, his mom and dad... but no bro. His brother's room is also sealed off via wall paper from the rest of the house?? Like they were trying to hide it. His room is sealed off with bricks. Bricks over the window, which yea could be his bro being edgy, but the heating vent? I feel like his parents were the ones responsible for the bricks, to keep his bro from getting out of his own room. Especially after they find the heat vent bricks after pointing out that the vent could lead to an escape. Something not quite right is up with Eddy's parents, and I hope to be able to explore that in my fanfic tbh.

As for the other kids, I have less opinions on.

I saw a headcanon about Kevin's folks that they're split, and Kevin lives with his dad, I liked that one.

I feel like Rolf's family is very matriarchal, with how much he talks about his nana/ great nana etc.

Jimmy's family seems like the chillest of the bunch if they're actively supporting their son playing dress up and buying stuffed animals. In my version of their adult selves where Jimmy is NB, they actively support their kid with all their heart. Probably the best parents in the whole cul-de-sac.

Jonny's folks are probably hippies, life-loving folk who are just along for life's ride. They aren't bad to their son, but some people might see their carefree ways as such.

Let's be honest, the Kanker's mom is probably a hooker which is where the Kankers themselves learned that kind of behavior. Probably how the Kankers were born too lol. (for the record I don't have a negative opinion of sex workers. Do what ya gotta do n all that, queens and kings!)

Anyways this got so much longer than I anticipated, I hope I answered your question lmao 🙈

#friday night sleepover #mysticbeaver #eene headcanons

[levithestripper]

any thoughts about harringrove holiday angst ⁉

Like the Ones I Used to Know

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warnings: angst with a happy ending, implied child abuse, mentions of drugs, alcohol, and prostitution.

relationship: billy hargrove x steve harrington.

characters: billy hargrove, steve harrington, max mayfield (mentioned), neil hargrove (mentioned), susan hargrove (mentioned).

length: 1k || read on ao3

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summary: christmas in california was only bearable because of the nice weather. now, billy doesn’t even have that. now, billy is stuck with the disgusting midwestern cold and an empty house.

a/n: a thought? i have many here; you go, my friend. this is set around the same time of the snow ball at the end of season two.

Billy’s first Christmas in Hawkins was an experience, to say the least. He has no proper winter clothes and isn’t used to the bitter midwestern cold. He’s resorting to layering a few long sleeve shirts and a baseball cap, praying it’s enough to starve off frostbite. Neither Susan nor Neil could be bothered to pay the gas bill, too busy blowing money on booze, drugs, and—in Neil’s case—hookers. Both are too busy to wish either of their children a ‘Merry Christmas.’ Not a single decoration anywhere in the house, not even a tree.

Billy’s first Christmas in Hawkins is also his first Christmas with Steve.

Steve, living in Hawkins his whole life, is more than prepared for its harsh winters. With multiple pairs of waterproof boots, thick sweaters, winter jackets, and way too many scarves, he’s never cold. Steve’s parents are never around for Christmas, either. Or New Years; or Easter. Sometimes he’s lucky enough to receive a card with some cash inside. But he will put up decorations for himself every year. He drags the old, fake tree out of the basement that sheds more and more needles every time he tugs it out of its box. A stocking for himself and a few strings of lights.

On the first snow of the season, Steve is pulling up in Billy’s driveway; Neil’s car and Max’s skateboard are nowhere to be seen. He pulls off his gloves to knock on the door, letting himself in when he hears Billy yell, “It’s open!” After hanging up his jacket, Steve realizes the house has barely any heat, accompanied by a draft from somewhere he can’t pinpoint. Steve finds Billy in his bedroom, buried in his bed under what looks like all the blankets in the house. Towels are jammed in front of the windowsill, preventing more cold air from coming inside.

“I came over to see if you wanted to build a snowman and make snow angels with me,” Steve said, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Billy visibly shivered at the thought. “It’s too cold to go out there; are you nuts, Harrington?” He sat up just enough to give Stevie space to sit next to him if he wanted.

He took Billy’s offer, crawling under the covers to cuddle him. “What do you mean, ‘it’s too cold?’” Steve loosely drapes his arms around Billy’s waist, kissing his forehead. “You gotta have a winter jacket in your closet somewhere.”

Billy doesn’t respond, averting his gaze. How can he admit he doesn’t have a winter jacket? Or boots that won’t prevent his socks from getting soaked through? How can he explain to him that he doesn’t have enough money to buy them, let alone enough money to rationalize turning up the thermostat? What little cash he had gone towards buying Max the best coat he could afford. He hated hearing her teeth rattle from the harsh shivers that ran up her spine.

He and Steve haven’t been together very long, almost at their five-month anniversary. What if when he confesses, Steve’ll leave him? Too embarrassed to be seen with someone like Billy. To be seen with a man who lives in a one-story house on Cherry Lane with a barely working heater. Steve has the means to buy decorations for his larger-than-life home, and enough money to buy cheesy Christmas sweaters and play secret Santa with his friends. Why would he want to waste his time with someone who couldn’t do that too?

Neither of them says anything further, content to sit in the uncomfortable silence until they doze off together. Steve doesn’t leave until the following morning, ordering breakfast from Benny’s for the both of them.

It snows even harder next week, the sidewalks completely covered and roads barely driveable. The streets are filled with children and parents alike, all playing in the snow together.

It’s Christmas Eve, and like clockwork, Steve parks in Billy’s empty driveway and walks up to knock on his front door, only to let himself in right after. He hangs up his coat and rests his wet boots on the doormat, placing them next to Billy’s worn-out sandals. Steve’s arms are full of warm clothes, pulled straight from his closet at home. He finds Billy in bed, tucked in and hugging the stuffed giraffe Steve won him at the town carnival that summer.

Without a word, Steve begins to hang up sweaters, hoodies, sweatpants, intermediate jackets, and winter jackets in Billy’s closet. Steve puts a cheesy Christmas sweater on the top of his dresser. It’s blue with reindeer on it, matching Steve’s. He places neatly folded fluffy socks in his underwear drawer and hangs knit hats on the wall hooks next to the baseball caps. A pair of gloves and mittens—Steve didn’t know which he’d prefer—are tucked away inside a jacket pocket, ensuring Billy wouldn't forget them. He hung stockings on Billy’s door and plugged in a sad string of multicolored lights. Before Steve came over, he wrote their names on the stockings with silvery, glitter-filled paint. There is a heart next to Billy’s name.

When Steve finishes, he turns around to find Billy silently crying into the giraffe, tears pooling into its soft fur. Steve doesn’t say anything, crawling into bed behind him, arms wrapped securely around his waist.

Billy presses his back against his lover’s chest, tears flowing still. No one’s ever done this for him before. No one’s gone the distance to ensure he’s adequately clothed or given a happy Christmas. He hasn’t had Christmas decorations since his Mom. There is no safe space for him in this house, nowhere he can hide to decompress. The home on Cherry Lane is full of screaming, pain, and tears. But, somehow, having Steve in his house tends to fix all of that, even if it’s only for a little while. Steve’s arms wrapped around him, melting him and grounding him.

Steve’s 19th Christmas in Hawkins is the first time in God knows how long he’s had a real Christmas. One where he’s not alone and eating takeout for Christmas dinner. Billy’s first Christmas in Hawkins gives him the first safe space he never plans to let go of.

taglist: @ban-canram, @its-deputy-caleb, @billys-bitchh

#harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargove imagine #steve harrington imagine #harringrove angst #stranger things #stranger things angst

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU-Outside Your Station, Chapter 3

Word Count:  953

“She’s not your mate…”

“I told you she was bad news.”

“Come on, Parker…you got to leave your dorm!”

“Guys, just leave me alone,” Peter grumbled, dragging more covers over top of himself while he burrowed in the mountain of comforters on his bed, “I don’t want to get up!”

“Look, I emailed your professors and Ari worked everything out with them for this week, but we need to get you pup and at em.”

Peter peeked up from his blankets, “what are you talking about?”

“Ari and Steve talked to the dean…and well, Ari’s dating one of the deans daughters.” Ned began to explain, but he was quickly pushed out of the way by Tony who sat himself on the edge of the bed.

“You guys told everyone I got rejected?”

You can be mad all you want, Parker, but we did this for you,” Tony said with a sad smile.  He reached out and touched the younger foxes shoulder.  Being a beta, Parker knew that Tony wasn’t geared towards comforting omegas, and he appreciated it a lot more.  Allowing himself to calm down he sighed heavily, “I-I guess I should thank you.”

“Being rejected is rough,” Steve agreed, the omega lion sitting down on the other side of the bed.  His hand reached out and he soothingly rubbed Peter’s back.  Peter took a deep breath, Steve’s scent sending out crisp, calm notes that made him want to relax with every breath, “trust me.  I’ve been there.  Tony was there with Pepper for a minute.  We’ve all been there.  But we’re brothers and we stick together.  We’re here for you, Peter.”

“I-I’ve never had someone there for me like that, you know…aside from Ned…”

“Yeah,” Ned sighed, “about that.  I wanted to apologize to you.  That’s why I told Ari and Steve and Tony about what happened in the first place.  Brother Mike and Brother Lance had me cleaning their cars, and I-I accidentally let it slip when brother Lance made a comment about him and his alpha only staying together because neither one of them knew who their mates were.”

“And you told them that I was hers…” Peter sighed heavily. 

Ned nodded, a look of embarrassment crossing his features, “I-I thought that would free brother Lance up to let himself be happy.  He admitted that he was miserable with her, and wasn’t even trying to find his mate.”

“Your heart was in the right place, pledge!” Ari commented, clapping Ned on the back, “and it was brave of you to come to us for help…

“I’m sorry…this is all my fault.”

“Hey, we’re brothers.  Sometimes we mess up…but it’s not about that.  It’s about how you get back up when you’ve been knocked down.”

“I got your assignments for you.”

“But the more important part…”Steve said with a sigh, “we uh…we know that your heat is coming up…and uh-“

“oh no…what did you guys do?” Peter asked, nearly shooting up out of his bed, “what did you guys do?”

“GUYS I GOT THE HOOKER!”

Peter’s eyes widened as Brother Mike Weiss burst into the room with a rather unamused looking woman.  He was quick to get out of the mess of blankets, his nest nothing more than a cocoon, “BROTHER MIKE!”

“It’s okay,” the woman said apathetically with a shrug, “he said you were in a slump.  I didn’t expect some intimate nest.”

“Meet MJ!” he smiled happily, “this is one of Kitten’s friends!  She-“

“Only came with him because Kitten told me she met the guy…and that he was sweet,” MJ admitted with a slow smile, “you Peter?”

Peter nodded, his throat going dry at the sight of the thin woman, “y-you’re an alpha?”

“I am,” she replied proudly, the edge of a smug response biting at the tip of her tongue, “and you’re the omega that’s about to hit his heat…right?”

“N-not right now, no!”

She raised her brow, and Peter found his anxiety building, “easy there omega…I’m just trying to get to know you.”

He chittered nervously and she smiled; the response exactly what she had wanted to hear.

“Well it looks like this is getting off on the right foot.”

“Maybe we should go?” Tony offered. 

Peter nodded, swallowing down his nervousness.  His eyes didn’t leave MJ’s, “i-my nest isn’t normally like this.”

“That’s okay, peter…how about this?” she asked, “I go out and get us some snacks…some things that can be a necessity while you’re on your heat…that way I won’t have to leave when your heat does hit…and until then we can just take some time getting to know each other.”

The guys all began smiling to themselves as they got up to leave the confident alpha fox with the omega who she was quickly bringing out of his depression, “y-you want to get us snacks?”

“Yes omega,” she said firmly, “I want to provide for you!”

A purring noise built up in Peter’s throat and he felt a need to do something for her in return.

‘alpha wants to provide for us.’

“Alpha wants to take care of us.”

“Yes, omega.  I want to take care of you.  Is that okay?”

Peter nodded hungrily, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped around her, “i-I can’t smell you, alpha.”

“I’m wearing a patch.  But once I get back, I’ll take it off, okay?” she asked. 

Peter nodded again, “I-I can rebuild my nest while you’re out…if-if you want me to.”

“Rebuild your nest, Peter,” she replied sweetly.  Peter barely registered the soft alpha command, his hindbrain wanting to push past the rejection from earlier and into this relationship where this unknown alpha was so sweet to him, “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Yes alpha.”

#sdau #school days au #college #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o #peter parker #spiderman #omega peter parker #mj

[alanblindowlwilson]

Happy Alan during the recording of Hooker ‘n’ Heat

#alan wilson #alan blind owl wilson #blind owl #alan christie wilson #canned heat #classic rock #blues rock #27 club #nerd love #John Lee hooker #happy alan is the best alan #Woodstock legend

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 19

Previous ~ Next

Wyatt, Creek Johnson and Texas Jack were now a quarter mile away from where Ringo was waiting for Wyatt. Wyatt was given a painful reminder when three cowboys rode up and informed him once again. "He's waiting for you by the big oak, quarter mile up that trail".

Wyatt then turned his attention back to Creek Johnson and Texas Jack. "They're not givin' ya any safe conduct. Shootin' starts, you better kick east to the new Mexico line". Creek Johnson looked forlorn as he wasn't sure if Wyatt would survive this gunfight and Texas Jack couldn't even make eye contact with Wyatt. "I ain't got the words" Creek Johnson said.

"I know. Me neither" Wyatt replied. As Wyatt was about to mount up, the sounds of a galloping horse was heard and when Wyatt looked, it was none other than Doc, looking as worried as he could be. "Doc"?

"Where's (y/n)"?

"Hold on, what are you talking about"?

"She left, Wyatt. Hooker saw her leave on horseback and said she would return". They all felt sick to their stomachs. They all started to slowly figure out where you were and when it hit them, their eyes went wide. No other words were spoken as Wyatt mounted up and raced with Doc to where Ringo was waiting for Wyatt. That was the only place you could be.

Ringo was loitering up against a tree, awaiting for Wyatt, his fingers twitching in anticipation but also anger if Wyatt wouldn't show up. As he continued waiting, a figure with it's head down was walking towards Ringo, daringly. Ringo was quick to acknowledge the figure, immediately figuring out that it was Wyatt. "Well" Ringo said and started to take small steps towards the figure. "I didn't think you had it in ya".

"I'm your huckleberry". As the figure moved their head up, allowing the light to shine on them, it was you. Ringo stopped in his tracks and looked perplexed by this. "Hello Ringo. What's wrong? Expectin' someone else"?

"Fight's not with you".

"I beg to differ. You and your stupid fucking friends took my friends away and that's why I'm here. You play for blood, right? Remember when you said that to my man"?

"You mean Holliday? Why are you even with that lunger when you could be with a real man"? Ringo was talking about himself, making you cringe.

"Let me tell you something, dumdass. That "lunger" is more of a man than you ever will be. And guess what, asshole"? You pulled your jacket back to reveal the badge that Wyatt gave you. Ringo then started laughing hysterically and once he pulled himself together he asked, "What yellow-bellied idiot would give a woman a badge"?

"Two men did. Two men who aren't afraid of the future and are willing to accept changes. Two men who will change the world. Two men who have big hearts and common sense. Two men who are the very definition of a man, not you". Ringo eyed you angrily but was willing to play this little charade. "Alright, whore. Let's do it". You two then started to slowly circle each other until you both came to a stop. "Say when" you said as you eyed him down and remained calm with your hand resting near your gun. You could see Ringos hand slowly moving towards his gun, making you smirk. As you both continued eyeing each other, just daring each other to make the first move, history was changed forever.

Ringo quickly pulled his gun but after learning so much from Doc, you were much faster and shot Ringo in the head before he could shoot you. Your smirk vanished as you twirled your gun back into your belt and started taunting a now gagging Johnny Ringo. "Come on! What the hell are you waiting for!? Come on you fucking pussy! Come on! Shoot me"! Ringo was stumbling and shot his gun in the ground and fell to the ground lifeless. "That's right, bitch"! You got down to him and said menacingly, "Never underestimate women you piece of shit. Now, burn in hell". As you got back up, you heard the sounds of galloping and looked behind you to see Wyatt and Doc now looking astonished.

"Doc!? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed" you said. Wyatt and Doc got off their horses and approached you in shock. "(Y/n)" Wyatt asked. "Did you-"?

"Yep! I shot him in the face! Did I do good" you asked. As they stood by you, Doc came over and looked to you to say, "It appears I have an equal. You truly are my soul mate".

"I know I am". With a very bold move, you took a small step towards him and leaned in for a kiss but Doc quickly took a hold of you and pulled you close for a deep kiss. You both closed your eyes in bliss and it felt like time had come to a halt. When the magnificent moment ended, you both looked deep into each other eyes, both questioning why it took this moment so long to happen. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen".

"Nor you, darlin'". You both then turned your attention back to the fresh corpse of Johnny Ringo. "Looks like the strain was more than he could bear". Wyatt came up beside you and rested his hand on your shoulder. "It appears my teachings have come to an end" Doc said.

"They paid off too" Wyatt said proudly. You then put your arms around them and hugged them close but then asked Doc a question. "You know, you never answered my question".

"Oh? What question"?

"Why aren't you in bed when your-"

"Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out". You nodded and then released them as Wyatt now stood in front of the both of you. "All right. Let's finish it".

"Indeed sir" Doc replied. "The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals". You nodded and you all headed out, leaving the corpse of Johnny Ringo behind to rot. The Vendetta ride continued on and on and would eventually lead to the cowboys defeat and even Ike Clanton surrendering by throwing his red sash away as he rode away from you all in utter fear.

But as the ride ended, something else was coming to an end. Or rather, someone.

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[babyawacs]

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Hooker N’ Heat ‎– Canned Heat & John Lee Hooker Recorded Live At The Fox Venice Theatre

Rhino Records ‎– RNLP 801 Stereo Vinyl, LP, Album, 1981 US Pressing Side 1. 1. Hell Hound 2. Strut My Stuff 3. Open Up Your Back Door 4. House Of Blue Lights 5. It Hurts Me Too 6. Wrapped Up Side 2. 1. Let’s Work Together / Going Up To Country 2. Tease Me Baby 3. Serves Me Right To Suffer 4. Nobody Else But You Credits: Art Direction, Design – Kathe Schreyer Bass – Richard Hite Drums – Adolfo…

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[steamedtangerine]

Meet Me In The Bottom - Hooker ‘N Heat

#tunes #john lee hooker #canned heat

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Canned Heat & John Lee Hooker - Hooker ’N Heat

Blues for this rainy Sunday morning.

#canned heat #john lee hooker #hooker 'n heat #music #records #album art #blues #vinyl

[twixnmix]

1972 Hitmakers Cards

#trading cards #lou rawls #curtis mayfield #james brown #ike & tina turner #dionne warwick #john lee hooker #staple singers #bill withers #canned heat #steppenwolf #1970s music #1972 #rock n roll #soul music #r #70s r&b #Rhythm & Blues

[drumrguy75]

Hooker ‘n Heat  -  1971

Track 1  -  Messin’ with the Hook

Track 2  -  The Feelin’ Is Gone

Track 3  -  Send Me Your Pillow

Track 4  -  Sittin’ Here Thinkin’

Track 5  -  Meet Me in the Bottom

Track 6  -  Alimonia Blues

Track 7  -  Drifter

Track 8  -  You Talk Too Much

Track 9  -  Burning Hell

Track 10 -  Bottle Up and Go

Track 11 -  The World Today

Track 12 -  I Got My Eyes on You

Track 13 -  Whiskey and Wimmen

Track 14 -  Just You and Me

Track 15 -  Let’s Make It

Track 16 -  Peavine

Track 17 -  Boogie Chillen No. 2

#john lee hooker #canned heat #hooker n heat #70's #blues #music