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starrystevie · 10 months
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where the spirit meets the bones
written by @starrystevie with art by @paintedpatroclus for the steddie big bang.
releasing in october 2023; full excerpt under read more
after finding out that his father passed away and that the munson family home in townsend, tennessee is now uncle wayne's, eddie munson makes his way back to the little house nestled on the out skirts of the appalachian mountains. he brings along someone to help with the heavy lifting, to help carry boxes and clean out the junk the house has accumulated over the years. in walks steve harrington with his hands and arms open and ready to do much more than just the heavy lifting. together, the two work through eddie's grief and anger, acceptance and closure. it's all wrapped up in a family house in the mountains of east tennessee. it's where eddie learns how to let go, how to let people in, and how to live as free as the winds blowing through the overgrown weeds. and if it means seeing steve trying to catch crawdads in the sunshine and seeing the stars twinkling in his eyes in the moonlight, then eddie's happy to be along for the ride.
The moment Eddie peeled his eyes open only to get blinded by the morning sun, he knew it was going to be a shitty day.
His head was pounding. The vodka (and tequila and beer and gin) from last night’s festivities made it feel like he had been hit by a truck and then possibly re-run over by said truck. His arms were as heavy as lead and his stomach was rolling, bile churning around looking for a new place to call home.
Eddie pushed himself out of bed as quickly as his spinning head would allow to bend over the trash can by his dresser, pushing the contents in it down so whatever he got out of his system wouldn’t overflow. After hours of emptying his stomach (it was in fact, only a few seconds), he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and grimaced at the sour taste it left behind. It took more energy than he wanted to exert, but he brought himself to sit against his bed, eyes closed against the bright sunlight and took in deep, steadying breaths.
Hangovers had never been his friend. He always felt like such a baby whenever he had one because they drained him, debilitating and humiliating. 
Water, he needed water. Even if he was going to throw it all back up after chugging it down, his body was too dehydrated to function. With a groan, Eddie pulled his feet under him and braced his arms on the side of his bed to push himself off the ground. He had to stand there for a few seconds to regain his balance before walking sluggishly to the door of his room. 
The kitchen in their new trailer was close but not close enough that it didn’t wear him down just to make it the few steps. Eddie’s eyes were closed as he shuffled along the floor, his socks shifting uncomfortably and causing the toe line to get stuck under his toes. There were more serious problems at hand though, so he pushed that gross feeling to the side to focus on opening a cabinet with as little noise as possible. 
Eddie wanted to dunk his head under the running tap as soon as he turned it on. His eyes felt like they were covered in gunk and he had definitely been too sweaty for too long last night as his hair was now all tangled at the base of his neck. He settled for filling up his cup instead of showering in the kitchen sink and took a large gulp, downing the cup and pulling away to gasp for breath. He filled the cup up once more with the intention to chug it down but a fresh wave of nausea had him groaning. 
“Long night?”
Wayne’s voice broke through the silence and had Eddie jumping out of his skin. With a shout, he brought his hand up to cover his chest where he could feel his heart thumping quickly under his palm.
“What the fuck, Wayne?” Eddie breathed out, closing his eyes with a sigh. His uncle chuckled in response. 
“Sorry, kid. Didn’t think I’d scare ya that bad.” 
The trailer fell into a tense silence as Eddie tried to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. Wayne was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter smoking a cigarette, the ashtray next to him full, scribbling something into a notepad in front of him. He huffed, crossed something out more times than was probably necessary and then continued writing. 
Eddie took a smaller sip of his water once the fear from being jump scared had settled and he remembered just how thirsty he was. A glance at the clock told him it wasn’t even 9 in the morning. “Shouldn’t you still be at work?” 
Wayne grunted in response, puffed at the cigarette that was at the side of his mouth, didn’t even bother looking up from the legal pad as he continued writing. 
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he turned around to find the medicine cabinet over the sink. Tylenol was very much needed if he had any hope of fighting off the day long headache he was already sporting. 
The sound of Wayne ripping off a sheet of paper and crumpling it in his hands was harsh against Eddie’s ears in the otherwise quiet room, causing him to wince and whine like a toddler. 
“Okay, I’m going back to bed for at least 8 more hours so I’ll see-”
“Eddie, wait.” 
Wayne’s voice stopped him in his tracks where he had already started his way back to his bed to be a zombie for the rest of the day. Eddie turned around and saw his uncle run a hand down his face before stubbing out his cigarette and pulling out another. He motioned with a hand to have them both come sit on the couch. 
“I gotta talk to you, bud,” he continued as he stood up slowly from his stool to sit down on the couch. 
This wasn’t normal. Sure, they talked whenever they were both magically home at the same time about easy things, the weather, work, what parts they needed to fix up Wayne’s junker truck. But the way Wayne looked made Eddie apprehensive. It made his stomach turn with nerves rather than with the lingering nausea of his hangover. 
“It’s not you, it’s me?” Eddie joked, forcing a laugh onto the end of the sentence to try and make the tension in the room dissipate. He stayed where he was, pressed against the doorframe to his bedroom, thumbnail running over the hard plastic of the cup still in his hand. 
Wayne rolled his eyes before leveling Eddie with an unamused stare. “Just come sit down.” 
He wanted to do the exact opposite of that. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was too unsettled to do anything but gurgle at him, he wanted to brush his teeth to get the grime off them and crawl back into bed to get his limbs feeling normal again. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was have a talk with his uncle. 
The last time they had ‘a talk’ was when he was 15 and he got condoms thrown in his lap with a gruff, “you better stay safe out there, ain't no extra room in here for any babies,” and Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell him he hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. 
Still, he found himself shuffling back across the floor, his sock catching on a stray nailhead sticking up from the carpet tack strip for a brief moment. Eddie flopped onto the couch in a less than graceful way, pressing his back against the arm and bringing his legs up to sit criss-cross on the cushion. 
“Now,” Wayne started with a sigh. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, his arm that was slung across the top of the couch picking at an errant thread. “I know you ain’t feeling too hot and I’m sorry about that, but I gotta tell you this before the day goes on much longer.” 
Eddie’s mind went a million directions. Wayne lost his job, he’s kicking Eddie out, he’s got some weird lung disease from breathing in fumes at the plant, they have to-
“It’s about your dad.”
They hadn’t talked about Eddies’ parents in a long time, there hadn’t really been a need to. His mom had passed away when he was young, the copious drugs in her system causing her heart to stop. And his dad was in prison with 20 years for grand theft auto. It was why Eddie lived with Wayne in the first place; after his brother went to jail, CPS moved him to his closest relative which meant Eddie was going to Hawkins. 
Eddie stilled, felt his head slowly tilt to the side like a dog hearing a whistle. “So I have a feeling I am not awake enough or like… sober enough for this conversation.” 
“Yeah, probably not.” Wayne replied with a sharp gust of air through his nose, nodded his head slowly. “Do you wanna wait until you can get some more rest?” 
“Fuck no,” Eddie said with a shake of his head, feeling his brain sloshing around in his skull and man, he really was too hungover for this. “You’ve got me all intrigued now.”
His uncle nodded again with understanding and he took in a deep breath. “It’s hard to tell ya, kid, but he… uhh. He got the pneumonia or something and it wasn’t clearing up and he-”
Wayne took in another deep breath. Eddie knew he wasn’t awake enough for this.
“They found him in his bunk this morning. Guess he just didn’t wake up.”
All Eddie could do was nod. He felt his eyebrows furrow in for the briefest of seconds before flattening back out. His limbs suddenly felt lighter than they ever had, like he was floating up off their scratchy couch, weightless. His head was still foggy from the liquor that he had shot the night before but everything was a bit clearer now.
“So umm,” he bit at the inside of his lip for a moment, eyes flickering back up to meet Wayne’s. He didn’t even realize he had been staring off into space. Didn’t know how long he had been tapped out of the conversation. “What do we…?”
What did he even want to ask? He didn’t know where to start. 
Logically, there were things to figure out. He was sure they had to get his… body, right? Have a funeral or something. Fuck, how do you plan a funeral for someone you don’t really even know? He was an orphan now, and wasn’t that just a trip to think about. Orphaned at 22… was it even considered orphaned at that point? Or was that just being an adult with no parents left? It’s not like he expected some grand reunion with his dad when his time was served but he didn’t know the last he talked to him let alone saw him and-
“Eddie, breath.” 
He brought his vision back into focus, looked at Wayne’s watery eyes and felt the wetness in his own. He didn’t realize he said that all out loud.  
“I don’t know what to do.”
Wayne’s face pulled up in a show of compassion before mellowing into what Eddie thought was supposed to look comforting. He gave him a small smile, one corner of his mouth pulling up and crinkling the side of his face. 
“Tell you the truth, I don’t really know either bud.” Wayne brought up a hand and pet at Eddie’s knee once, twice, letting the silence of the new trailer without its clangs and groans of the old one wash over them. “I’ll give you some time to think.”
Eddie wanted to be 5 years old again. He wanted to scrunch up his nose and curl his fists and stomp on the ground to get his anger out. He wanted to sit at the edge of his mom’s bed and feel the well-worn quilt she loved so much under his fingers. He wanted to go back in time and figure out why his life had to be such shit before he even had a chance to have a life. 
It was easy to blame it all on Gary Munson and if he was gone, who could Eddie blame now?
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nightonblogmountain · 10 months
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Drabble. Eddie , tomboy bf readers, idiots to lovers.
*wrestling move reference pic at bottom of post*
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"It doesn't even hurt"
Eddie rouses from his slump on the couch, picking up the pretzel bag he'd been snacking from for the better part of the last half hour.
It's wrestling tv night, and nature boy ric flair has some poor man collecting a paycheck in the center of the ring, held in a figure four leg lock.
Flair grins wickedly as his opponent screams and thrashes in the hold.
"The hell it doesn't. Have you ever been put in it?" Eddie asks, dropping the pretzel bag unceremoniously on the coffee table. He wipes his salt speckled fingers on the legs of his sweatpants.
You swallow down a mouthful of coke and shrug, "no, but how bad could it be?"
Eddie is already standing up and sliding the coffee table back to allow floor space on the carpet.
"Cmon" he waves you up eagerly, not so secretly happy to be doing something so silly with you. You slide off the couch and give your back an easy stretch with your hands behind your hips, your knuckles digging in.
"Ok, cool. You have to be on the floor" Eddie begins.
"Then why did I stand up?"
He snorts, "just sit down"
So you sit on the carpet, not fully settled before Eddie bends at the waist and grabs both of your ankles in his long-fingered gasp. He drags you across the carpet just enough for your shorts to ride up your ass a bit and your hands to fly behind you in an effort to keep upright.
Eddie sticks his tongue between his lips like he always does when he's trying to figure something out.
You laugh, "did you forget, nature boy?"
"No I got it" and he apparently does. He manipulates your legs around his, one leg straight. The other bent as though to shape a 4. It seems like nothing but a mess of limbs until Eddie slowly lowers himself to the carpet.
This isn't the way ric flair does it. Ric drops back in his matches,  almost flat backing the canvas, and the screams from his opponent always follow.
You're not even breaking a sweat.
"This isnt-" you stop when he hooks your ankle under his armpit amd leans back, putting tension on your leg and a shooting ache in both knees, "oh fuck!"
"I know, right? And I'm going easy on you" he leans up so the pressure is relieved on your joints, but your legs are still very much tangled and you can't wriggle free. He grins. "Can you get out of it?"
You can- you've seen it done before on many nights just like this one. Since you and Eddie started hanging out to watch the wrestling program together instead of separately.
You rock left to right for a moment and Eddie's brows hike up, "uh oh, she's getting fancy-"
Using your momentum (and the short foot of the couch), you roll both Eddie and you to the side, and then, still tangled, stomach down. Your hands brace the worn carpet and you lift your shoulders up. The pressure is switched from your legs to Eddie's. He's laughing breathlessly, and you feel your body being drug along the floor.
"What are you doing?" You laugh, looking over your shoulder at him on his hands reaching for the counter that seperates the living room from the kitchen.
"Going for the ropes!"
"Who said the counter was the ropes!?" You ask, "you should tap out-"
He laughs loud as though the notion that he would do such a thing is a simple joke.
"I don't tap out. If I could just-"
His fingers scrabble the countertop as your legs shake loose from his, you're turned on your knees towards him as he sits upright and pushes his hair from his face.
"Call it a draw?" Eddie offers.
"The counter isn't the ropes"
"Well, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but the only way you're getting a win is if you're getting a pin, and that's just not gonna happen"
He's fully fucking with you. Eddie knows you, has known you since he was ten years old and fresh to the trailer park. You'd lived in a trailer with your father at the time, but when he went back to trucking you'd ended up in the hawkins suburbs with an aunt.
You can't refuse a taunt.
You're scrambling to jump on him now, eddie laughing loudly as you try and get him in anything- a chin lock, the cobra clutch,  the sleeper, a full nelson- but eddie is wiry and slides out just when you're about to lock the move in.
He tries to scramble away when you incorrectly get him in an ankle lock. Even if you had done it right, the pressure is no where near strong enough to hurt him. Even when you were kids, the pair of you played soft with eachother.
He rolls onto his back and yanks his foot enough to pitch you forward into his chest before he grabs you by the arms and sandwiches you between him and the floor with your shoulders on the ground.
He slaps the carpet once and counts accordingly before your shoulder lifts up.
Theres that tongue, back between his teeth as he adjusts himself over you more fully to pin the lifted shoulder down.
He slaps the carpet. You let him get to two before that shoulder pushes up again.
"This was easier when we were kids!" Eddie laughs. You giggle breathlessly.
"What's a'matter, munson, you having a hard time putting me away?"
Eddie drags his hand down your thigh, hooking it beneath your knee to roll you up and get your shoulders back to the carpet.
It's a gamble he loses, becaise with your hands free and his fluffy haired head facing away its very simple you get him in a headlock.
And you do. He let's out an undignified yell as you pull him down beside you and roll with your front to his back and your arms around his head. Not squeezing, but not loose enough for him slip out certainly.
His feey kick at yours before you throw a leg over his thigh to keep him still.
He grumbles, "I used to be better at this "
You laugh and your breath ruffles his hair, "Yeah you hit your growth spirt before me, you gangly bastard" Eddie laughs hard at that, "you gonna tap?"
"I told you, kid. It's a pin to win-"
"Oh jeez eddie" you say releasing him enough to roll him on his back and go for the cover.
Your hand hits the carpet.
One.
Your eyes flit to his face, knowing that surely he's gonna kick out. But he doesn't. Eddie is still smirking,  his face flushed,  his brown eyes warm and soft on you.
Your hand hits the carpet again.
Two.
You lift your arm to drop the third slap onto the carpet, but you halt with your palm mid air. Eddie is looking at you, and it's not like any look you're used to seeing from him.
He glances at your raised motionless hand and bats his lashes at you.
"Were you lost in my beautiful eyes?" He asks jokingly.
"Yes" you say without thinking before you blink the mushy sentiment away and try to lift off of him.
Eddie's hand comes to your back and pulls you against his chest once more. The swell of your heart feels like it's stopping up your throat.
Eddie's looks aren't some goddamn revelation, you remind yourself. You'd been painfully aware of them since he'd grown into his ears and his hair had started getting longer.
You never thought anything serious about them.  Things were so casual with Eddie. He didn't act nervous or goofy around you like you assumed he would if he had developed feelings. He was the same as he'd always been.
Now he's blushed and it's not from the wrestling.
"You've got beautiful eyes, too" he says, and the sentiment is so innocent your brows hike up slightly with suprise. "You're just-" he swallows his nerves, "really pretty"
"Since when?" You ask with a snort.
"Since always" Eddie says earnestly.
Eddie munson had come to manhood by way of amending his adolescent behavior around girls, and the only girl he'd ever really interacted with voluntarily was you.
You were just turning ten when he'd arrived at his uncle waynes- you were the first kid he played with, in fact, in the small backyard behind the trailer that Max now lived in.
You were all climbing trees, and dirty knees, and messy hair, and hand me down clothes. You'd both gotten splinters in your fingers making ugly wooden swords and ugly wooden shields out of scraps if abandoned construction materials some contractor and dumped in the woods just behind the trailer park.
You'd patched up his skinny road rashed knees when he'd wiped out on his bike on more than one occasion.
You were just buddies.
For a while .
That changed when he was freshly fourteen, his hair curly and falling long enough to tuck behind his ears. He can remember the day -- when you had to cancel your weekly wrestling watch because Davey "crazy straw" Dunkin had asked you to homecoming.
Seeing you trade in your ripped jeans and your dad's old gym shirts for a cute blue dress and curled hair had made him realize three things.
1. You both were growing up.
2. You were very much a pretty girl.
And 3. You shouldn't be going anywhere with a guy that got his nickname in middle school from sucking a yoohoo with a crazy straw up his nose before promptly puking all over the lunch table.
So eddie stopped doing gross shit around you. Burping, spitting. The farting in your presence thing had to go too. He started keep deodorant and a hair brush in his back pack so when he sat by you in 5th period after his gym class he didn't look like a sewer rat and smell like a trashcan.
You didnt seem to notice the changes,  and if you had you sure a shit hadn't mentioned them.
You've been staring at eachother for a beat too long, and Eddie feels the quiet like a chill up his spine.
"Sorry" he blurts out.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I don't know" he admitted, "I didn't want to like...make it weird."
"I made it weird first" you offer softly.
"You didnt make it weird. You like my eyes"
"I like all of you" you admit before scowling and raising off him to get to your knees and sit back on your heels. Eddie sits up slowly, with his hands behind him to keep him propped up.
"I like all of you, too" Eddie says.
You hold his eyes for a minute before he chuckles.
"I'm bad at this" he offers, "the spilling my guts thing" ,  He clears his throat slightly and glances over to the TV. The wrestling match is over. A commercial for cheerios runs across the fuzzy static, "you know you're my best friend, right?"
He's told you several times, sometimes sober, sometimes drunk.
"And this could be a bad idea. Like I dunno. It might be weird, but I dont think..." he chews his lip for a moment, "I don't think it will be. Do you wanna...?"
Your brows raise, "kiss?"
His eyes go round, "date!" He yelps, "I wouldn't ask you like that.  Not for a kiss"
"How would you ask me?"
You pick at the cuff of your white sock and shrug almost non commitedly. Your suddenly shy- more shy than he's ever seen you.
"I would..." he takes a measured breath, "I would say that I really wanted to kiss you" he offers, "and that-oh shit!"
You lunge at him with a big grin, flattening him to his back, and Eddie is already lifting his head for what he's sure is coming next. The pucker is on his lips before he hears the slap of your hand on the carpet 3 times.
His head drops back to the carpet as he stares blankly at the ceiling. For a moment he thinks you've cruelly set him up as a joke for the sake of a stupid pin.
That is of course until he feels your breath against his lips.
He's got the sense to close his eyes when you kiss him.
You've got the sense to tell him yes when he asks you if you'll do it again.
*****
The figure 4, and the figure 4 reversed.
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And yes it does fucking hurt lol
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broke-art · 2 years
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Red son x reader training
Red son caught your wrists and pinned you against the wall.
"Care to try that again?" He taunted lightly a smirk tugging at his lips.
"You cheated!" You huffed trying to get air back into your lungs.
"I'm a demon, you were expecting me to be fair?" Red son gave you a dubious look.
You jerked your knee upward suddenly in retribution only for Red son to anticipate the move and jump backwards.
You launched yourself off the wall attempting to hit the flame prince only to miss each time.
His fighting style was fast and efficient, not to mention elegant in a manner of speaking. And yet when he hit, it had the force of an oncoming truck. Typically his attacks threw you back wards if you didn't brace properly.
You threw a right hook this time, but Red Son only pulled to the side to avoid the blow. Then you felt him press his leg behind yours and shoulder check you, sending your form backwards and smacking your back against the floor.
With a twist of his ankle he pinned your hips to the floor with his knee, caught your wrists in one hand, and pinned them to the floor above your head.
"Not bad, peasant girl. But not good either." Red son mused unimpressed. "Your form was weak and your punches were sloppy."
"I think I've improved some." You pointed out. "I didn't fall on my face this time."
Red son scoffed.
"Be that as it may, you aren't focusing." He accused leaning closer.
Your breath caught in your throat. You had thought it wasn't obvious. But he could hardly blame you. You swore he wore the black tank top to mess with you.
"Yeah well," you tried to think of a retort. "You have a fascination with pinning me."
The red that painted Red Son's cheeks signalled your victory as he tore himself away and releasing you.
"That is beside the po-"
You instantly took the opportunity to pin him to the floor with his wrists on either side of his head.
"HA! Gotcha!" You cheered victoriously.
Red son's face displayed shock that soon melted into a smug look.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach and flitted through your nerves.
"You have a total of 5 seconds to run." He warned.
Your confidence waned momentarily, but you shook off the doubt.
"No way, I pinned you. Technically I win."
Red son laughed evilly before kicking out your knees from under you and rolling you both.
You fought valiantly, but in the end you were pinned beneath him. He grinned then paused when he realized his lips were inches away from yours.
His eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes before a flash interrupted whatever thoughts were going through his head.
Red Son's head snapped upward to see Lady Iron fan leaning against the doorway holding a camera.
"My, my Red son." She mused with an amused smirk. "How forward, have you been speaking with your father?"
In an instant Red Son was on his feet.
"Mother! You- you are mistaken I-"
You sat up only to catch lady Iron Fan's look. She smiled at you while Red Son babbled then gestured to him with her eyes.
Suddenly her intent clicked in your head and you grinned mischievously tackling the fire demon from behind.
Lady Iron Fan giggled evilly and walked away as you pinned his arms behind his back.
"Y/n you little-" Red son growled as you leaned down where he could see you.
Admittedly, you hardly considered it when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. This silenced him effectively. You waited with baited breath hoping he would say something.
But instead, after a few moments of silence he jerked back throwing you off him. But before you could hit the floor his arm snaked around your lower back and pulled you to his chest.
"If you're going to kiss me, you're going to do it properly." He growled with very red cheeks.
With that sentiment he pressed as kiss to your lips.
You tensed slightly in shock but then melted into the kiss.
*Sorry I've been gone but I brought an offering!*
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totallymyhero · 3 years
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#buck facing his own trauma to get to eddie
911 | SURVIVORS
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Push
Warnings: noncon sex, oral, mentions of violence, abuse, and death.
This is Lee Bodecker (who is already dark!af) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your daddy’s in business with the Sheriff but a dirty cop has not limits.
Note: This is my first Lee Bodecker fic. Obviously it’s a dark on so mind the warnings. Lee is just awful. Like what a bastard, the worst!
Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!
Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3
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‘She said "I don't know if I've ever been good enough I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in”’
-Push, Matchbox Twenty
🚔
You traced the small crack along the lip of the plate. The dinner set your mother had been so proud of was wearing away. Everything had started to since her death. The farmhouse seemed darker, more desolate amid the sentinel pines, your father's shed more sinister though the childhood tales of what was within had long since been dispelled. The walls shuddered with each gust of late autumn air.
The house was empty but for you. Your brothers were at about their usual business, Arn and Cal at work at yard and Will in his classes, though more likely bumming cigarettes behind the church. Your father had rumbled off in his old Ford pick-up not an hour ago but hadn't given you a reason. He never did and it was better that way. Better you didn't ask questions or speak out of turn. Focus on yourself, in the work that needed to be done as the men bustled in and out of your purview.
You set the plate on the mat to dry, a soapy bubble dripped down the back as you plunged your hand back into the water. You piled the dishes one after the other, scrubbing and scouring. The clink of the thick glass painted with faded petals and the old silverware was thunderous in the chilly kitchen.
You heard an engine, quieter than your father's cantankerous truck. The gravel mulched under the tires and you grabbed a rag to dry your hands as you walked through the front door. You peeked out the window as the cruiser pulled up; the old black and white with its blue and red crown.
Sheriff Bodecker came around maybe once every two weeks. You didn't keep track, you never spoke to him. Your daddy always took him to the shed for a beer and a chat. The uniform took a cut of the profits from your father's sill. The moonshine sold better than the beer sold at the store in town but wasn't allowed on the shelves. the lawman turned his eye for a percentage and the occasional jug of the brew.
You watched the sheriff brace himself against his door and lift himself out of the car. His jacket was zipped up against the impending winter but could barely contain his stomach. He reached into his car and plopped his hat on his head before he slammed the door. His boots were just as loud as his tires as he rounded the vehicle and paced towards your daddy's shed.
He turned back, hands on his hips, and peered across the empty lot. The big blue truck always greeted visitors, not that there were many. You watched the sheriff retreat and as he neared the porch, you let go of the curtain and pressed yourself to the door.
Your brothers and your father were the only people in your life. You minded the house and spent your spare time with one of your mama's old books or a needle and thread. 
The door shook as he knocked. You blinked and slowly turned. You grabbed the handle but didn't pull. He must have known your daddy wasn't there. A fool could guess that.
He banged again and you twisted the knob. Slowly, you pulled the door open just a crack. You looked through with one eye as the sheriff felt around impatiently in his pockets.
"Daddy ain't here," you said quietly.
He tilted his head and grinned. He scoffed and ripped his hand out of his jacket.
"I guessed that. Be a shit officer if I couldn't," he snickered. "Pardon the language, miss."
"I don't know when he'll be back," you said.
"I got time," he checked his watch.
There was a moment of silence as he looked at you. You gulped, uncertain.
"Sorry, we don't get many visitors. Guess I should invite you in… I got coffee? Tea?"
He considered you through the inch between the frame and the door. "You gonna have to open up for that," he said, "you got anything sweet?"
"Some leftover cake from Arn's birthday. It's probably stale." You answered as he placed his hand flat on the door. "It's strawberry cream."
"Mm, you make it yourself?" He asked as his other hand rested on his belt.
"Mama's recipe," you explained.
"Well,” he pushed on the door, "Can I come in then or am I eatin' on the porch?"
You stared at him and slowly stepped back as he put more weight against the door. He dropped his arm as you were flush to the wall and he stepped inside. You looked at his boots as he pulled the door from your grasp and threw it shut behind him. He chuckled as he turned to you again and looked at his feet.
“Not meaning to mess up your floors, miss,” he wiped the treads on the mat.
“It’s fine. My brothers never did care much either,” you waved away his words and retreated, “I’ll get you that cake.”
You went to the kitchen and took the glass lid of the cake dish. That was your mother’s too. The long crack up the side made you want to cry. If she could see how the life she’d left behind had become so distorted. You took a plate from the mat and dried it before you laid it out. You cut a slice from the cake and carefully angled it onto the saucer.
“Should I put the kettle on?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder.
He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over a chair before he sat. The wood groaned under him. He put his hat on the table decisively.
“You got milk? I had a coffee on the way.” He sat back in the chair and spread his legs wide.
“Milk,” you repeated as you neared and set the plate on the table then grabbed a fork from the drawer. You handed him the silver then went to the fridge, “Should be enough.”
You poured him a glass and put it down beside the plate as he greedily cut a bite out of the sponge with his fork. You went back to the sink and stuck your hands in the tepid water as you fished out the last few bowls and scrubbed them one at a time. You could hear him chewing behind you as the metal hit the porcelain with each bite.
“You really don’t entertain much, do you?” He asked.
“Sheriff?” you pulled the stopped and grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands.
“You know, I go ‘round folks’ houses and the wives, they smile, flip their hair, even excuse themselves to powder up,” he remarked, “And here you are doing your washing. Your back to me and everything.”
“I told my daddy I’d have ‘em done,” you shrugged. “Besides, I wasn’t expecting ya.”
“I rarely announce myself to shiners,” he rolled his eyes, “Must be quite the life, hmm? You cleaning up behind four boys. You look old enough to have a man of your own to worry about.”
“Maybe,” you wrung the dish towel. 
“Most girls your age are outta their daddy’s house and settled down with a babe on their hip. Even two.” He said.
You frowned. “Well, Sheriff Bodecker, are you married?”
He squinted and tilted his head. He smirked and said ‘no’.
“You’re older than me. Maybe you’re the one who’s overdue.”
“Not too old,” he stabbed the last morsel of cake.
You turned away and grabbed a cup and wiped it dry. You went about drying each piece as he sat quietly. You sensed his gaze as you put away the dishes. The tension mounted as you snapped shut the cupboard and he tapped the plate with the fork.
You were relieved when you heard the gravel crunching outside. Your daddy was back. The putter of his old truck was a welcoming sound.
“That should be him,” you said as you went to the table and picked up his plate. 
He set the fork atop it and grabbed your wrist before you could back away. “You take good care of a man.”
You swallowed and resisted the urge to pull away. “Not too many men can take care of themselves,” you uttered.
He laughed and let you go. He stood and you quickly scurried away to dump the plate in the sink. “Probably right,” he said as he took his jacket and pulled it on, “Definitely not in the ways a woman can take care of a man.”
You turned the faucet as the front door clattered. “Sherriff?” You father called down the hall, “You in here?”
“Here, Rhett,” He flipped his hat on and winked at you, “Son of a bitch, I’ve been waiting long enough.”
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There was a cluster of brambles deep in the woods. A carpet of red, orange, and yellow leaves slowly wilted to brown beneath your feet as you climbed through the brush. You clutched your basket in one hand, your fingers cold even inside your gloves as the winter crept nearer with each day. 
You were the old scarf with the uneven edges. The first one you knitted yourself after your mama had shown you how. Your fleece jacket was hand-me-down from Cal, the sleeves were too long and it puffed out from your body when you zipped it, an old oil stain along the left side. Your skirt, your own creation from two of your mama’s, hung to your knees, your stocking barely thick enough to keep out the chill. The heel of your right boot flopped as it threatened to fall off entirely and made the trek all the more treacherous.
You tossed walnuts into your basket every now and then if they weren’t crushed or caked in mud. The trees muffled all noise the deeper you got and the trees loomed darker above. You stopped at the overgrowth of leaves and vines. Blackberries and raspberries hung plump in the last harvest of the season. You preferred the wild berries to the grocers; they were larger and juicier.
You set down your basket as you pushed through the sharp, thin branches and began to pick. You knelt to grab those hidden at the bottom, dumping handfuls atop your collection of walnuts.
You heard a rustle behind you. Subtle, soft. More likely a deer than a bear. You peeked over your shoulder but didn’t give much heed to the disturbance. There was always some creature flitting around in the forest. You tuned back to your work, your gloves dappled with the dark juices of the berries as some were so soft the burst on touch.
The bushes behind you shook and a twig snapped.
“What you doing out here all alone? I thought you were a bear.”
You stood as you recognized the voice. You dropped the berries in your hand into the basket before you turned and clapped off your gloves. “I thought the same of you.” You blanched as you saw his gun in hand. “You hunting out here with that?”
Sheriff Bodecker looked down at his pistol and scoffed. “Maybe,” he looked up as he kept his gun in hand, “How you know about these berries?”
“They’re wild. There for the taking,” you turned back and pushed through the brambles as you plucked berries from the bunch, “Mama used to take us here when we we’re kids.”
“You lookin’ to make another cake?” His boots crushed the leaves and sticks as he neared.
“Conserves; jams,” you answered bluntly as your basket filled with each handful. “Too bad strawberries are all gone for the season.”
You sensed him watching you as you stooped again. He reached down to your basket and took a raspberry. He popped it in his mouth as he straightened. You glanced over, his gun was pointed at the ground but still in hand. He knocked it gently against his leg as if thinking.
“Tart,” he said, “I prefer strawberry. Sweeter.”
“Mmm,” you grumbled as you dug through the bush, “Well, they charge too much down at the grocer for ‘em.”
It was quiet but for you pushing past the bramble and filling your basket. You could hear him breathing above you as he watched, transfixed by your simple ritual.
“Never told me why you’re all the way out here,” you said as you contented yourself with your haul. “Should I be worried? Some criminal out here hiding in the branches?”
“Sitting by the river on my break, as I do,” he shrugged as you lifted your basket. “It’s a far way back to your daddies. My cruiser’s closer. I can take you home.”
“I prefer the walk. Gives me an excuse to be away.” You smiled and made to step past him.
“We can take our time,” he caught your arm.
“Thank you, Sheriff, but I can find my own way back.”
He turned you to him and raised his gun. His eyes searched your face as he pressed the muzzle to your cheek.
“Ain’t much on the first look but after a while, you’re not so bad,” he said as you stiffened, “If you didn’t dress like a matron, you might even be pretty.” His gun fell to the collar of the jacket. “Usually men don’t offer favours to girls who ain’t pretty.”
“Let go of me,” you pleaded softly, “Sheriff…”
He pointed his gun skyward and released you. He holstered the pistol and laughed to himself.
“You go on lift up that skirt and give me a good look. Then I’ll drive you back to your daddy’s. You have my word as an officer of the law.”
“Pardon--”
“Shhh,” his hand lingered on the pistol, playing with the little strap that would snap it into place, “No one needs to know. Just a peek.”
“Sheriff--”
“Girl,” he cleared his throat, “Ya gonna do what I tell you or I’m gonna make you do worse. Now go on.”
He snatched the basket out of your hand and you let out your breath, relieved at least that he no longer had his fingers on his pistol.
“It’s cold out--”
“You argue with your daddy this much? He don’t seem the type to bide it and let me tell you, he seems a lot more tolerant than me.” He took another berry and chewed it, “So lift your skirt and we’ll be on our way.”
You stared at him. He smirked and licked the dark juice away from his lip. You hands shook as you bent and clumsily felt your skirt. You gathered the hem and stood. You bunched up the fabric around the bottom of the coat and he tutted in satisfaction.
“Turn around for me, girl,” he softly swung the basket, “Bend over so I can get a nice look at you.”
“Sher--”
“I really don’t wanna knock ya around and you don’t want that either,” he warned. “Two seconds. That’s all it will take.”
You gulped as bile burned your throat. You turned, careful not to catch the loose heel of your boot, and held your breath. You bent forward slowly.
“Further,” he ordered. The thin cotton of your underwear stretched across your ass. “Well, you got a much nicer backside than I expected.”
You let out a sharp breath as he pinched your ass and you stood suddenly. You stumbled forward and dropped your skirts. He laughed as you spun to face him. He shoved the basket against your chest. 
“See how easy that was,” he leered at you as you took the basket. “Who you hidin’ that body from? Maybe your daddy’s a selfish man, hmmm? Keeping you from all the men.”
“Can we go?” You muttered as you tried to hide behind the basket.
His blue eyes bore into yours and he shifted on his feet. His hand rubbed the front of his pants as he side stepped you.
“Sure, cruisers ‘round the bend.” He waved you past him and waited. “Come on, you said you wanted to go.”
You walked past him along the trail and he followed, close as his loud breaths filled the air. He pointed you down the path with curt orders and you came into sight of the broad river. His car was parked just off the sideroad that led back to the town. 
His keys jingled as he brushed by you, dragging his hand across your rear as he did. He opened the passenger door and looked at you. You neared and quickly got in, sitting on the long seat within. He closed the door harshly and rounded to the other side. The car dipped with his weight and he shoved the keys in the slot.
“Come here,” he gestured with two fingers, “Closer.”
“What?”
“Put the berries down,” he pointed to the other side of you and you placed the basket on the seat.
“I should be home sooner than later. I gotta start cooking--”
“I’ll get you there,” he grabbed your arm and slid you over the seat. He flipped his hat off and dropped it over the basket. He slung his arm over your shoulders. “Go on, put me in first.”
He gripped the wheel with his other hand and you blinked dumbly. You realised what he meant and pushed the shifted into gear.
“You cold? You’re shivering,” He said as he carefully turned the car, “Just tryna warm you up, girl.”
“I’m fine,” you crossed your arms as he drove at a snail's pace up the dirt road.
“I’m cold,” he gave an exaggerated ‘brrr’, “Do me a favour. Unzip me.”
“What?” You tried to pull away and he bent his arm around your neck, his hand along your chest as your head was nearly on his.
“I’m hard as fuck. You did that. Now take care of it.” He growled. “Get these damn pant unzipped and finish it.”
“Let go--”
“You don’t start listening and I’ll tell you’re daddy what a whore you are. Up in the woods flaunting your ass to the wind.”
You stared down at your stitched skirt. Your mama’s. You only wore her clothes. They were modest. You’d once worn a dress your friend Laverne had given you, more modern, with a shorter skirt. Your daddy belted you until it was ruined.
Your hands trembled as you felt along the Sheriff’s stomach and fumbled beneath. You unbuckled his belt clumsily and found his fly ready to burst. You pushed his zipper down as he groaned and he lifted his arm over the seat. His underwear was tight to his bulging cock.
“Now don’t keep wastin’ my time and take me out,” he snarled.
You pulled the elastic down and he popped out above it. You hesitated as you stared at his throbbing tip.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” You confessed.
“Christ, girl,” he snickered, “Grab it and just… move your hand.”
You shuddered and wrapped your fingers around his cock. It was as thick as the rest of him. You gripped it but still had no idea what to do next.
“Up and down. Like your polishing a shotgun,” he urged, “A nice long barrel.” You bit down and slid your hand along his length. “Tighter,” he gritted through his teeth, “Faster…”
He purred as you played with him. He drove a little faster and steered with one hand as his other hand clawed the back of the seat.
“Fuckin’ don’t know, girl, feels like you know exactly what to you,” he uttered, “Got me close already.”
You stared at the middle of the steering wheel, the silver emblem, and tried not to think about what you were doing. His hand fell to your back and he caressed the back of your coat. He grasped the cloth in his fist as his grunts grew louder and longer.
“Grab that coffee cup,” he demanded, “Go on, you don’t wanna make a mess.”
You took the cup with one hand and popped the top off with your thumb. It flew onto the floor and he hummed.
“Hold it at the tip, before--” He choked on his words and you quickly moved the cup. 
He hit the brake and white ribbons streamed from his cock and laced the rim of the cup and your fingers. White globs slid down the paper and you slowed as a chill went through you. You pulled away your slimy hand and the cup. He took the latter and tossed it out the window and sighed.
“Shit, girl, that was good,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped his glistening cock before covering himself up and zipping up his pants. “Get cleaned up.” He tossed the cloth on your lap, “Not far from home, now.”
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Your days passed like molasses. Ever since your venture into the forest, your life slowed to an interminable pace. Your thoughts were darkened by the sheriff’s shadow. You scrubbed, scoured, and swept but could not rid yourself of the memory. The scene played over and over in your head. You swore you could feel him still spread across the palm of your hand.
A week after, when he drove up behind the boys on their return from town, you watched through the window in dread. Cal, Arn, and Will hopped out of the truck and greeted the sheriff. The four of them went to the shed where your daddy was, the latter peeked over at the house as he passed.
You were reassured that your brothers were there. The sheriff wouldn’t, really couldn’t, try anything more. You went back to basting the thick chops. As you made to cap your homemade sauce, the back door opened and your daddy looked in from the mud room.
“You bring out some glasses for the lot of us. And put an extra chop on for the sheriff,” your father slurred. He’d already started drinking. “He be joining us tonight.”
He left before you could respond. He usually drank his swill out of old jars and saved your mother’s dishes. You coated another chop in spice and set it with the rest before slipping them in the oven. You washed your hands and counted out five glasses. You hugged them in your arms and stepped into your boots. 
You pushed the screen door open with your elbow and tramped down the steps. You crossed to the shed and kicked the door with your boot. “Daddy,” you called through the wood.
Will slid open the shed door and you stepped inside. You went to the table and placed the glasses down on the old chipped surface. You stood and looked around. Your father filled each with the clear shine from a large jar.
“Isn’t he a bit young?” You said as Will sat back down.
“Not your business, woman,” your daddy spat, “Go back in the house. To your business.”
“Yes, daddy.” You sniffed and looked at Will. He gave an apologetic smile but none of your brothers ever stood up against your daddy.
“Lady not joining us?” Bodecker asked.
“Ha, that girl gets a whiff of this stuff and she’d be on her back. This ain’t no drink for ladies,” your daddy chortled. “About time you tried it. What you been doin’ will all that swill I give ya.”
“Boys at the station like it. I think they’re some of your best customers, ain’t they?” Bodecker countered. “Besides, I been tryna stay clear of the drink.”
“One night won’t hurt,” your daddy coaxed.
You went back to the door and slid it shut behind you as the men continued to chatter. Well, they would at least drink themselves too senseless to bother you much.
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You cleared the table of the empty plates and scraps left by the drunken men. They had been loud and raucous, so much so you’d eaten your dinner at the counter to avoid them. When they finished, they left in a stumble, though the sheriff seemed as steady as ever as he trailed behind. He stopped at the door as he held it and peered back from the mud room at you.
You washed the dishes and put them away. You wiped down the table and fixed the chairs around it. The night was moonless and eerie. The wind wailed and shook each window and door in the house as it seemed to blow right through the walls.
The mud room door clattered again. It had been over an hour since the men returned to the shed. Their voices no longer carried in the air but the shed remained alight from within. You turned as Bodecker closed the door. He carried a tall glass of swill as he stopped in the door frame.
“Lightweights,” he said, “All your men passed out. Think one of ‘em pissed in their pants.”
“You’re drunk,” you said as you kept behind the table.
“Not really. I couldn’t finish mine,” he crossed to the other side of the table and set down the glass, “Why don’t you finish it for me?”
“I don’t drink that stuff,” you said, “Dump it out on the grass.”
“You work so hard. You should have a little fun,” he rounded the table and slid the glass across it as he neared, “Come on. Have a drink.”
“I don’t--” He grabbed you suddenly, wrestled you down into a chair and held you there by your shoulders.
He lifted one hand and felt around his belt. He flicked his holster open and rubbed the pistol with his thumb. 
“Drink it.” You watched his hand on his gun. He slid it out just a little. “Ugly things men do when they drinking. “Playing with guns… sometimes don’t always end up so fun. Don’t think the young one would make it in the hold.”
“No, you--”
“Drink,” he sneered. “It’ll loosen you up.”
You reached for the glass and he nodded. He snapped his holster closed and pulled a chair over to sit in front of you. You put your lips to the edge of the glass and the alcohol stung your nostrils. You tipped it, slowly, and tasted it with a gag. It was vile, stringent, and fiery. He pushed it up with two fingers until you were choking on it. He didn’t let up until the glass was empty and the shine dripped down your chin.
You slammed the glass down and coughed. You touched your throat as your head spun and a warmth nestled in your cheeks. You tried to shake away the haze that washed over you.
“That’s it, girl,” he purred as he leaned forward, “You feel better, don’t you?”
“N-no,” you stammered as you gripped the chair.
“’Daddy’,” he said, “Girl, you had me hard in there… you too old to be callin’ that man, daddy.” He stood and shrugged off his leather jacket, “But you be right to call me daddy.”
“I don’t feel…” Your stomach burned and you tried to stand. You stumbled and he caught you.
“Don’t you get all jumpy on me, girl,” he sat you back down. “You gonna hurt yourself.”
You slumped in the chair and braced your head. You felt terribly dizzy and your inside were alight. You heard a jingle and looked up as Bodecker unzipped his pants. You recalled the day in the car and filled with panic. You stood again and this time staggered, falling onto your knees with a cry.
“Mmm, it’s okay, girl, you can stay down there,” You looked up as he pulled his cock out through the vee of his pants, “Come here.” He grabbed your chin and yanked you forward, “Open up.”
You snapped your mouth shut and tried to wriggle free of his grasp. His other hand came up behind your head and he pulled you close. His fingers spread across your head and he used his other hand to poke his cock against your lips.
“I’ll break that pretty little jaw of yours and tell your pa he did it,” he growled, “Now come on.” You shook your head and he slapped you, hard. He seized you again. “Open!”
Your mouth fell open and your vision blurred as he shoved his cock inside. He forced himself down your throat and you kicked your feet as you grabbed at the front of his pants. He groaned and held his cock at its limit.
“And I thought you were good with your hands,” he pulled back and thrust back in. Your eyes rolled back as they teared up and you choked. “Mmm, much better.”
He started slow at first, though each tilt of his hips was relentless, deep and painful. You struggled to breathe around him and it only seemed to feed his lust. He gripped your head between his hand as he fucked your mouth, the sloppy sounds made your head swim as the slobber leaked down your chin and his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pulled out of you suddenly and shoved you away. You fell back onto your ass and wiped your mouth. “You tryna end this night early or something.”
He let out a breath and watched his cock bob before him as he grunted.
“Get up and get your drawers off.” He ordered, “Then I want you like you was in the woods, huh? Skirt up.”
You wavered as you tried to climb to your feet. He caught your errant arm and pulled you up. He spun you and you swayed. He bent and his hands crawled up your skirt as he felt around. He ripped your underwear down and let them rest at your ankles. He turned you to the chair and pushed you forward. You fell and caught yourself against the seat. He threw your skirt up and bared your ass.
Your legs quaked as he pressed his hand between your legs and felt around. He rubbed your cunt as you squeezed him with your thighs. He pinched you and drew away.
“You don’t wanna make this harder than it needs to be girl,” he sneered, “You’re in no state for that.”
He stepped closer and bent over you. His arm wrapped around your middle as he felt around below you with his other hand. He caught the tip of his cock and guided it to your cunt. He pushed it along your folds, sliding it up and down until he found your entrance. You whimpered and pushed back against him, too weak to break free.
“You fight and it’ll hurt more,” he grunted as he pushed his tip into you and you yelped. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Another inch and he stopped as he took a breath, “Holy hell, girl, you really weren’t lying. You ain’t been touched.” 
He growled and inhaled the scent of your hair as his hand gripped the chair next to yours. He thrust into you in a single tilt and you exclaimed as he stretched your walls. You reached to the back of the chair and latched onto the crossbar as you tried not to sob.
He stood, slowly and pushed deeper into you as he grabbed your hip. His other hand kneaded your ass as he began to rock. His groans were as steady as his motion as he dipped in and out of you. He curled his fingers and dug his nails into your flesh as he panted, his stomach bouncing against your ass.
“Be as loud as you want, girl,” he barked, “No one gonna hear you.”
He rutted into as the chair shifted below you. He kept a hand on your hip as his other trailed up to your shoulder and he arched your back. His zipper bit into your flesh as he sped up, slapping against you harder and harder as you whined louder and louder. It hurt terribly and your entire being thrummed with an unknown sensation. 
You closed your eyes as your vision swirled and your arms shook. He pulled you back so you stood against him, your back curved as he hammered into you. You were on tiptoes as he didn’t let up and turned you against the table. Your fingertips brushed the top as you reached out blindly and his hand stretched across your neck as he forced your head back against his shoulder.
“I’m gonna cum, girl,” he hissed, “You fucking whore. You’re going to make me cu--”
He grunted and his hips spasmed as a warmth seeped into you. He gave several, final snaps of his hip and slowed. He fell forward with you bent beneath him against the table. Your legs were limp as he crushed you with his weight. His heart pounded through his chest and he gasped for breath. 
You sniffed and pushed back against him. You were suffocating. You needed him off of you. You needed him out of you. 
“We ain’t done yet,” he hooked his arm around you and pulled you back to sit on his lap as he fell into the chair. “You got two minutes to get me hard again or you can clean me up with your mouth.”
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The Pack: Heated Petals
Summary- 2.7k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Steve is finishing up a project and was planning on taking you out but things get side tracked and turns out you two are not leaving for a while. 
Warnings- Smut, Female receiving Oral. 18+ readers only please. 
Written for @imanuglywombat​ “Is that even a sex position” weekly challenge. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​
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“Weekend plans?” Sam asked Steve while they waited for the logs to be unloaded from the back of the truck to be sent into the mill to be filed down and then Steve could arrange to have them shipped out to buyers. It had been a busy week, both the Alpha and Steve feeling like they neglected you in that time. Early days and late nights had him giving you a chaste kiss while out the door and quick bouts of sex late in the night before you curled up to him to sleep. 
No, he had to make it right. “I’m thinking about a weekend away, take Little One to a nice dinner, maybe go into the city and get a suite for us for the weekend.” Steve checked the time, anxious to get finished so he could do just that, he never was able to take you out on a date or a trip anywhere just for the two of you. “Peak foliage season right now, I think she would enjoy all of it.” The Alpha agreed with Steve, thumps of his tail marking his approval. 
“Sounds good, Sara is gonna catch a hint of that and be wanting to do the same.” Sam grinned while the last log got unloaded. “Think I might just steal your idea.” 
Steve dug for his keys now that they could head back. “Do it Man, I'm not one to stand in the way of love.” Sam rolled his eyes at the Pack Leader, Steve flashing him a grin as he hauled himself back into the truck. 
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You woke up knowing what was going to happen. Your thighs kept clenching together for the relieving pressure it would put on your pussy that started to ache. Not even playing with yourself in the shower had helped relieve it till Steve could get home. Growling in the hot water as you leaned your forehead against the coolness of the shower tile, willing yourself to just calm down. Your Alpha would be home soon. 
The Little Wolf whimpered, her ears flattening against her skull in discomfort. <Call him maybe?> 
I can’t, it's still early and he has been busting his ass to get this last order done. He's stressed out enough as it is. You countered with the Little Wolf, who although miserable with want, agreed that you were right. 
You both were stronger then the heat, you could get through today. 
Just as a precaution, you messaged Sara cancelling your typical coffee date. She didn't ask why, it was thankfully an unspoken understanding between shifters what was going on. Then you paced, back and forth through the cabin, out onto the deck and down to the dock, trying to let the cool fall air ease you to relax. 
If anything it all made you more on edge. Your gut clenching, and your thighs sticky while your pussy throbbed with what felt like every beat of your heart. Throb Throb Throb. 
You clenched your fists and pressed them against the top of your quivering thighs, whispering out “Son of a bitch.” To the only thing around you, the still lake water that seemed so calm, the complete opposite to the Little Wolf crying for her mate inside. 
He will be home soon, I know it. It's Friday. He always cuts the crew loose on Friday. You reasoned, probably more for your sanity then anything, but you could feel the Little Wolf try to settle down with that knowledge. It was then you heard the heavy machinery of the crew's gear rambling down the dirt road leading to the compound and you turned on your toes, head tilted listening for one in particular. The one Steve always took up the mountain. 
The distinct rattle of exhaust sounded and you broke into a sprint back along the dock and up the stairs. Buzzing through the house, you sprang onto the porch, tilting your nose up to inhale deeply, searching for him. Tangles of scents hit you. 
Motor Oil, the trees lining the compound, the cool musty lake, other pack members. None of them were your Alphas heavy calming scent of pine forest and iron, a soothing balm to your soul as well as gasoline to the embers of your hormones driving you mad. 
But it didn't take long for you to locate it, swarming your senses to cloud your mind of rational thought. Steve was in the garage, with a few other stragglers. He always stayed behind to make sure the equipment was put away correctly, a man was only able to work as good as the tools provided for him. 
You skipped down the steps and sprinted again, right now you needed one thing and one thing only. You needed Steve.
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Steve was just wiping his hands on a rag, biding the others a good weekend when his back stiffened. It was so distinct, the flooding of honeysuckle that had long ago became a pleasure scent for him, the one that was all you. Steve wasn't the only one to sense it, the other shifters still in the garage pausing to look warily back at the Alpha. Steve’s hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and the Alpha immediately raised from his slumber in the back of his mind. The Wolf’s hackles raised seeing so many between him and the Little One, his Little One who was just in heat and it made Steve’s mouth water and cock ache just catching the faintest whiff of you. But you were growing stronger, just outside of the garage door, and the Wolf started pressing for control of Steve, ready to rip through his lingering pack mates to get to you. Steve did what he could to keep the beast in control. “Get out” He growled deeply, challenging any to oppose him. 
Then you stepped in the doorway and that growl in Steve’s chest turned more threatening, short of a snarl. “Little One, come over here.” Demanded while his nostrils kept flaring, scenting you and you pushed through the packmates who were making a hasty retreat. It was dangerous to get between an Alpha and his mate in heat. Steve never broke eye contact with you, using you making your way towards him as his lifeline to keep in control. The Alpha visibly started shaking in restraint when you would accidentally brush against another on your way to him. The moment you reached him, the garage door slammed shut to the pair, leaving them alone. 
Steve immediately circled your waist with his hands and picked you up to perch on a nearby pickup truck's hood. Pressing his face into the top of your thighs, pressing in against the juncture of them, inhaling the addictive scent that had turned him completely feral in the moment. 
Your fingers pressed into his hair and pressed him in closer as he inhaled against your heat, your hips rolling into his face with a whine. “I really need you Alpha.” 
He bit the top of your thigh lightly before moving back to start working your pants open while you leaned back on your elbows, tilting your head back to try and breath through the next wave of arousal scorching you now that your Mate was close. Your panties and jeans were starting to stick to your skin, and felt so constricting. Your legs kicked out as he started to pull them down. 
“Fuck Little One, why didn’t you call me to come home? There was no need for you to suffer like this.” He growled in a reprimand as he tugged your pants off and you lifted your head guilty while his hands braced along the inside of your thighs and spread them apart to groan at the sight of slick covered petals, swollen in need for him. His cock so fucking hard in his jeans, raging with desire to sink into your heat and knot you while filling you full of cum. But this wasn’t about him. 
You rocked a bit under his gaze, which Steve didn't try to hide the fact that he was staring right in your most intimate spot that was weeping for him, ready to feel your Alpha claim you in every which way. “Because I didn't want to bother you while you were so busy.” 
His eyes snapped up and he stepped in closer, his fingers digging into your thighs. “I thought we went over this, when you go into heat, you're my focus. Fuck everything else.” Harsh kisses started at your ankle and moved up as he lifted a leg to lope over his shoulder, his tongue dragging through the slick on your inner most part of your thigh, but he yet didn't touch your sensitive folds and that made you whine sharply in protest at how he bypassed it. 
“We did-” You panted as your heel pressed into his upper shoulder blade, the cool air washing over your heated core making you shiver. Steve repeated the action with kissing your ankle and then biting in your calf sharp enough to leave his teeth imprint, cutting you off. 
“Next time Little One, you won’t wait, correct?” Dragging his tongue back up your inner thigh and resting his chin against the top of your mound, arched brows waiting for you to confirm. 
The Little Wolf huffed in frustration at you holding out from answering him right away, snapping at you while Steve nudged his nose through the tufts of pubic hair, also holding out on you till you growled out. 
“Yes Alpha, Yes. Please now?” You lifted your hips to have him touch you where you most wanted and strong hands were quick to grasp your ass cheeks, keeping you raised up near his mouth. “Even the Little Wolf is scolding me now.” You huffed and he chuckled as now he let the tip of his nose follow your slit, dragging your scent in like he could drown himself in it. 
“Cause she has common sense.” He teased, when he buried his mouth into your folds, dragging through the slick folds and sucking those sensitive petals into his mouth. You tensed at the sensation of Steve feasting on you. He never was subtle about how much he enjoyed you sprawled open like this for him. Groans and growls following thick hard laps of his tongue, pressing his face harder into sensitive flesh till you swore he imprinted himself into you. 
Slick mess coated his chin as he spread your petals apart to your weeping channel tightening with the sensations of the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles around, dipping into tease the walls before leaving you wanting more while he turned attention to your clit. 
Your sensitive little clit that he tugged between teeth that made you squeal and try to rock into him, scratching a bit at the truck's hood with a screech through the old paint job. “Steve! Fuck Alpha.” You yelped at him and he shook his head to stimulate you more while glancing up at you heatedly. 
“This pussy is mine Little One, I'm going to enjoy my meal.” He sucked the top of your mound into his mouth, his tongue putting pressure against your swollen bud till you were rocking to grind into his face, his hands helping you move back and forth. Now you gushed around him, coats of arousal catching in his beard, glistening while he rubbed his chin against your thigh with a scratchy brush against soft skin, turning it red. Rubbing his scent into you as well as marking you. 
Plump handfuls of your flesh in his hands made him strengthen his grasp on you, digging in harshly while you tried to make your own rocky demands. It would be some time till those fingertip bruises left your flesh, just as his sharp bites to your inner thighs or the beard burn your folds were taking. He was heady with intoxication on your honeysuckle arousal. Warm and enticing, he could keep buried in your pussy just because you were so good to him, slurping up your addicting juices with demanding lips and tongue, your quivering flesh captured in his teeth and he suckled on you. Loud growls overtook the wet sound of him feasting on your pussy, and in no time you started thrashing in your orgasm, bangs of your body on the unforgiving metal of the truck hood. 
He lifted for air, your body heaving as you tried to catch air and your head tilted back while you let the satisfaction of your orgasm wash over you for a few moments of relief with that first orgasm. Steve massaged his hands against your ass while your trembling thighs fell off his shoulders to drape over the edge of the hood. He pulled you open for him once more and the cold air once more made your sweat streaked body goosebump. Steve eased your hips to rest on the edge of the pickups hood, you let your sticky back rest down, running your hands up and down your still clenching body, riding out the last of your orgasm as you heard a zipper drop and buckle open. 
Closing your eyes while you hummed happily, you could already feel the coil spiral in your lower belly, but knowing your Alpha was just about to knot you kept you from getting too impatient. Steve leaned over you while grasping your hips to pull you to the edge. Your legs wrapped around his hips while you reached up to grasp his biceps, to pull yourself up to sit. 
“Mmhh, hold on Little One.” Steve warned before pressing his erection into you. There was no easing in, stretching you open, he just forced himself hilt deep and you revealed in the way it burned with a hiss escaping you, his ruts deep and demanding while you did just as he told you. Digging into his straining biceps and tightening around his hips that rocked upwards to continue railing you, ready to knot your weeping pussy when you came for him again. 
It wouldn't be long, so sensitive after he ate you out. Your head dropped to his shoulders while he grunted against your ear, bouncing you off him and the truck's hood while he pulled you up and down his cock. 
“So fucking good Little One.” He bit your neck sharply while mummering the words, muffling his noises while he angled himself. Reaching between your bodies, he thrummed your clit expertly, causing your flutters to start clenching his pounding cock, until you shuddered around him, coming again while giving a cry into his shoulder, loosening your hold a bit tiredly and letting your body just go slack. But he didn't let you sink back, he crushed you tighter to his chest, his thrusts staggering with utmost goal in mind and when he painted your channel for the first time, the knot followed to keep his seed deep in you, small thrusts pushing him deeper till he stalled with a moan, licking where he bit you harshly to clean any blood dotting the mark before pulling back. His hold loosens a bit to rub up and down your back.
You to lift your head, purring while you pressed your lips to his, nuzzling your nose against his before brushing your face against his in a affectionate way, your hands sliding from where you grasped his biceps to smooth along his chest, lifting and lowering under his palm where he was breathing heavily. 
“Can I ride you next?” You asked heatedly, your mind still lust filled with desire to have him fill you with his seed again. Rubbing your body against his while moaning at the way his knot kept you stretched and stuffed with him. “We could probably sneak back home now.” 
Steve growled, placing nipping kisses along your face and then sucking on your neck. “Why do we have to go back home? Little One, that is exactly what truck beds are made for.” Circling his arms under your thighs and ass, he lifted you off the hood while you were still full of him, making you squeak in shock at the movement and tightening your legs around his waist to keep you in place while he carried you around to the back, making you giggle excitedly as he set you down on the edge, easing from you now that his knot loosened. You moved to crawl into the truck bed, him following along right behind you with grabbing hands and flipped to his back, pulling your thighs to straddle him. Instead of easing you down though, Steve pulled you up towards his face, licking his lips. 
“But you can only ride my cock after your ride my face Little One.” 
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septicace-writes · 3 years
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Truck Stop
Summary: You meet a handsome stranger at a highway rest stop. Syverson x cis!F!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: smut, blowjob, fingering, PiV sex
a/N: I had a dream where a truck pulled up beside me at a truck stop and while I woke up too early for anything to happen, this is the result. Also exists as a cis!M!reader version here
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You had been driving for hours and while the music kept you going for a while you also had gotten up at 4am and were in dire need of a break. In the middle of nowhere, on an empty highway, you keep your eyes out for a reststop. After about 30 minutes you finally find one, even though it's really just a small parking lot, a few benches and an outhouse without even so much as a vending machine. Luckily, you had some packed lunch in a cooling bag.
You walk around a bit to stretch your legs while you eat your sandwich, then soak in the sun for a while, sitting on one of the benches. In all this time you don't see a single other car so you decide to have just a quick nap before continuing your drive and get back in the car, leaning the seat back as far as possible.
You startle awake from the noise of someone knocking on your car window. For a second you're not sure where you are until you remember your drive and the stop. Sitting up straight, you look out the window and see a man standing a few steps back but looking at you. He's big, his body well-endowed with muscle under a healthy layer of fat. He sports a massive beard that does its best to hide the smile he's sending your way. As you're still taking it what's going on he gives you a little wave and motions for you to open the window. You take another look around, everything is still well-lit by the sun, no sign of it setting yet, and you don't see anyone else. The only other noticeable change is the large truck he had parked on the other side of the parking lot. Feeling a little reassured by him keeping his distance you roll down the window.
Sorry to disturb you, Miss, just wanted to make sure you're alright. He gestures to your surroundings Don't get many people riding solo and stopping here of all places.
You blink slowly, taking him in further, his voice is deep, smooth like butter and from the first word you're caught in a dream of what it might sound like in certain other situations. You're so caught up you forget to answer until
Are you... Alright? There's concern in his voice now so, quickly, you nod.
Yeah. Yes. Yep. Yeah I'm alright... Just a long drive and I needed a break. You smile in what you hope is a reassuring yet charming manner.
Glad to hear it. Just make sure you're not staying here till nightfall. The place has a bit of a reputation of... Well, less reputable folk to meet here. Damn that charming, dreamy southern accent. You're barely taking in what he's telling you but nod along anyways.
He turns to get back to his truck and in a sudden burst of bravery you speak up So... If this place is so disreputable, what brings you here?
He looks back for a moment It's part of my route. I usually don't pull in but your car here so all alone in the middle of the day had me worried. But since everything's alright I really ought to get back on the road.
Shit shit shit you don't want to say goodbye just yet. You barely know what's gotten into you when you open the door and say And what would it take to make you stay a little longer.
At that he actually turns back around, takes in your form, now leaning against your car. You push off, take a step towards him and bow your head just a little, looking at him through your eyelashes. He adjusts his posture, straightening his back, and visibly swallows.
Well, a temptation like you certainly might. If you're implying what I think you are.
Your heart is beating a million miles an hour in your chest, you did not think it was going to be that easy yet here you are, about to fuck - or rather get fucked by - this man in an empty parking lot. You take another step forward, and another, until you stand face to face with him. He's a few inches taller than you, and from so close you can smell the motor oil in his clothes. You want to reach out a hand and touch him but for a short, tense moment you both just stand there, staring at each other - neither knowing how to make the first move.
It feels like an eternity even though it's just a few heartbeats and then he places a hand cupping your neck and, looking directly into your eyes If you're sure about this, I'd like to kiss you and how could you say no so you nod, already leaning up.
His lips are warm and soft, smoothly moving over yours as he continues to hold your neck, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. The full beard tickles a little, but you can tell he keeps it well as the hairs are soft against your skin. Now distracted from your nerves, you sling your arms around his back, feeling the muscle underneath as you slide them up and down. He brings his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his body. You moan at the feeling of his already growing erection pushing against your belly and he ceases the moment to slip his tongue between your lips.
You find the hem of his shirt and slide both your hands underneath to feel his warm skin at the same time as you grind your hips into his just a little to see how he reacts. With a growl, he breaks the kiss for just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and discard it, giving you a perfect view of the dark hair on his chest until his lips are back on yours. He lifts you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. As you pull your own t-shirt off he walks you both towards his truck, leaning you against the sun-heard metal. You yelp and he pulls you back up.
Shit, sorry! Here let me... And he take your shirt and puts it behind you as a buffer. God you're gorgeous he takes you in for a moment, then nuzzles his beard into your neck and begins kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. You squirm at the ticklish sensation but he's got a strong hold on you, not letting you get away. He works his way further down, unclasping your bra and taking it off before taking a nipple between his teeth and gently biting down while one hand pinches the other. At your enthusiastic moan, he does it again, making your rut your hips up against his body for any friction you can find.
You look down to see a devilish grin on his face before he comes back up to kiss you. You can't help another moan as he reaches his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy with just enough pressure to tease. Biting at his lower lip in revenge, you elicit a low groan. He moves his hand back to your ass, supporting you as he grinds his own, now fully hard cock against you. Panting, you bring your hands down to free him from his confines but your hands are quickly seized by one of his.
I don't remember giving you permission He all but growls, making you whimper with the loss of stimulation as he stills his hips.
Please, sir you squeak out, your brain already muddled with neediness and thankfully he seems merciful and releases your hands which immediately resume their task. Even with how shaky they are you make quick work of his button and zipper and, with an appreciative sound, finally wrap your fingers around his now freed cock. You press a line of kisses from his neck down his chest as he continues to rut into your fist, bracing himself with one hand on the car behind you. You work your way lower and lower, sliding down the hood until you hit the ground, now kneeling with his imposing endowment right at your eye level.
His free hand falls to your head as you give a testing lick to his tip before wrapping your lips around it. You slowly work him deeper until he hits the back of your throat and wrap one hand around what doesn’t fit, pumping at a maddeningly slow pace. But not for long, as the man above you gets impatient with your teasing and begins fucking into your mouth at a quicker pace. Your free hand wanders along his body until it reaches underneath to cup his balls, gently rolling and massaging them as a contrast to pace he has set. His groans and growls only spur you on, wanting to hear what he sounds like falling apart. You’re peripherally aware of your own arousal wetting your underwear, but the thought is overshadowed by your need to make him cum. Before it comes to that, he pulls out, holding your head back by the neck as you try to chase your prize.
Come back up here sweetheart he commands, voice deep and raspy with arousal and you obey, standing up. He reclaims your lips, moaning at his own taste on your tongue as he fidgets to open your trousers and gain access to your wet heat. You helplessly pant into his mouth as he begins rubbing your clit, giving you a taste of your own treatment as he starts a teasingly slow movement. When you try to rut your hips faster against him, he stops until you still again, quickly teaching you that he is in charge. In your effort to keep your hips still you wrap your arms around his torso again, hands raking over his back as you moan and pant at his ministrations. He pushes two fingers in, scissoring them to spread you open, groaning appreciatively at the way you clench around them. You whine when he pulls out, about to start begging when you notice he is lining up his cock to your entrance. With a pleading whimper, your wrap your legs around his waist as he enters you in one swift movement.
Your mind blanks for a moment at the stretch and the feeling of being so full with him that you don’t even realise he’s not moving. When you open your eyes, you find him staring down at you with a smug grin. Then he braces against the car and slowly begins pulling out, drawing a long whimper from you. With a snap of his hips he fucks back in, now setting a rapid pace that drives any and all coherent thought from your mind. As his thrusts become more erratic in chase of his own end he sneaks a hand between you and begins rubbing your clit again in quick, tight little circles. With a scream, you cum, walls fluttering around him which takes him over the edge with you, painting your insides white. You stay like this for a while, him buried deeply inside you as you both catch your breath. Then, he pulls out and begins cleaning you both with your shirt while you put your bra back on.
All cleaned up and satisfied he takes you in his arms You were amazing sweetheart. Now let’s get you home for dinner.
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jean-kayak · 3 years
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After reading your amazing fic of Aran, can I ask for Osamu seeing his bae naked under an apron? 😩
Anon, please, your mind
Warnings: unprotected sex, ass slapping, multiple orgasms, female bodied reader, no pronouns used
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He had a long day at Onigiri Miya and he just wanted to come home, get in the shower and lay down next to you in the bed and crash. He toys his shoes off before stretching, his arms raising above his head as he tightens his body, releasing a tired and content groan.
"Baby? I'm home," he says, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he follows the sound of your voice into the kitchen. He can hear your footsteps coming closer, his arms opening for a hug like clockwork.
His eyes stay closed as he hugs you tight, too tired to notice it at first. "Tired?" you say quietly but loud enough for the both of you to hear, and you feel him nod against your head.
"I missed ya..." He trails off when he starts to rub his hands over your back, frowning when he feels the calloused skin touching skin. He doesn't move at first, both of you keeping your arms wrapped around each other as the smirk widens on your face.
His touches become lighter, the situation dawning on him and it sends a jolt of pleasure right to his dick. He pulls away, the innocent look on your face only spurring him on, and his hands just make it to the curve of your ass when you step away.
His eyes widen when he sees that you're wearing one of his aprons, but absolutely nothing underneath, your tits threatening to be exposed. His mouth drops open as you slowly back away from him, his shock still getting the best of him that he doesn't even stop you.
"I know you're tired, but I really want you to try this icing before I put it on the cake," you tell him, but your words go in one ear and out the other when you turn around, his eyes instantly narrowing in on your ass on full display.
You're stirring the icing softly, chuckling softly when he doesn't respond, still stuck in the same spot. His eyes continue to run down your body, his eyes always getting caught at your butt.
"Yer...yer..." he whispers, pressing the heel of his palm into his now throbbing erection, arousal starting to cloud his thoughts. "What're ya doing?"
He's not even listening to you anymore, your words sounding like you're talking underwater, but the moment you bend down to open one of the cabinets, he's on you, crowding you against the counter as he presses your top half down onto it.
His fingers are inside of you instantly as he spreads your legs with his foot, scoffing at how wet you are, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs. "What's all this, huh?" he asks, nailing your sweet spot with perfect accuracy, making you moan.
"Wanted to surprise you," you gasp, your words muffled by the counter, but he hears you loud and clear. He huffs, a smug smile on his face, and he shoves his underwear and sweats down, letting them pool at his ankles as he's making your legs wobble.
He pulls his fingers out, stroking himself and coating his length in your wetness. When you try to move, he stops you, planting a firm hand at the base of your spine, but then he moves it, deciding to smack your ass instead.
"Let me enjoy my surprise then, yeah? Don't move." You sigh heavily, your knees knocking against the cabinets, but you listen anyway. He runs his hand over your ass, smacking the other cheek, watching the skin jiggle before spreading you apart, stroking himself faster.
"'Samu," you start, shifting onto your forearms as you try to look at him, becoming impatient, but you're forced back down, a shocked moan falling from you as you feel yourself being filled to the hilt, the burning stretch making your body go limp.
"What'd I say?" he whispers in your ear, his chest flush against your back. "Stay still."
You don't get to respond because he's pulling his hips back before slamming into you, your hands balling into fists as your screams echo off of the walls, and he lifts himself up, gripping your shoulder with one hand, the other digging into your hip.
He smirks as he watches you go still while he's fucking you with as much enthusiasm. "Now ya wanna fucking listen," he says making you nod quickly, pleasure overwhelming your senses, but your eyes are quick to widen when he starts slowing down.
His thrusts become deeper, more deliberate as he rubs at your clit. You try to buck against him, but he stops moving entirely. "Follow directions, will ya?"
"Osamu--"
A hit to your ass cuts you off, and he rubs harder at your clit. "Ya said this was my surprise, yeah? Stop being so selfish."
He picks up his pace again, grabbing onto your hips to pull you against him, your walls clenching around him making groan as he pulls on the strings of the apron. His orgasm is right on the edge, the feeling of you and the image of you under him has him falling off.
His seed coats your walls as he stills his hips, but then he's pulling you up by your shoulder and lifting the apron over your head. You feel him slide out of you, but before you can even comprehend what's going on, you feel your back hit the cold floor, making you arch into him.
He's throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before sliding his way in, making you dig your hands into his shoulders, his hips seeming to smack against you even faster and harder than before.
He's pushing your leg up to your shoulder as he leans down, bracing his forearms on either side of your head as his mouth closes around your nipple. When your back arches, he moves his arm underneath you, keeping you close to him as he sucks, bites, and licks at your chest.
Your hand finds his hair as your legs start to shake, the stimulations of his dick hitting your g-spot, his mouth on your chest, and his pelvis grinding against your clit are too much, your high approaching quickly, and it hits you like a truck, your eyes rolling back as you cry out.
Osamu moans loudly, still attached to your tits before his climax hits him, his body tensing as his ball twitch, releasing into you once again. Ragged breaths fill the kitchen as he lets your leg fall, rubbing over your body softly, and you notice that his hand is slowing down.
"'Samu, you can't go to sleep," you say, and he keeps his face buried in your chest.
"I can and I will."
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fa-headhoncho · 3 years
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Untitled TFATWS Fic: Part 2
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Prompt/Background: After turning yourself in to the government following the events of CA:TWS, they lock you up for the crimes you committed during your time at Hydra. Spending years there until Captain America got you on parole during the blip to help fight Thanos. Now, after doing community service acts and helping the broken society, when they give the new Captain America the shield, you’re thrown back into a life you didn’t want.
Word Count: 1719
Reader: Female
Warning: parole officers? canon level violence, john walker
Author’s Note: uh, hi. i'm shit at fighting scenes so... Also, slow burn, I'm sorry. I'm a whore for slow burn fics. GIVE ME IDEAS FOR A TITLE PLEASE
Masterlist Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
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“So, how’d you end up here?” Walker screams over the loud roaring of the helicopter, trying to make conversation as the pilots drive you where you were going. You roll your eyes at him, did he really not do any research before recruiting you on this mission?
“You’re the one who cut my parole.” You scoff, not looking up to speak to him. You were too busy fiddling with the tactical gloves they gave you. The velcro sticking to the material of the ridiculous suit frustrated you, it was too tight. It matched Battlestar’s, red and blue but yours didn’t have a star on the side and his wasn’t as fitted. “Why did you, exactly? I haven’t been on a real mission since my Hydra days and you bring me into what? Taking down a terrorist organization that we have little to no information on?”
The Captain shakes his head, a small smile slipping onto his face. “You’re a good asset, a great addition to the team I’m building.” He simply answers before looking out of the open door of the copter.
You roll your eyes once again, if he thinks you’ll be a part of his team then he’s really in for it. This was just one favor you were going to do for him before you would be released out into the public again. You owed him this but you weren’t about to become a team with this imposter.
Deciding it would be better to not respond, you just vaguely nod your head. You weren’t about to tell him off in fear that he’d just snap his fingers and have you back into jail for not complying with him.
“They’re right there.” He suddenly gets up and holds onto the tether above for stability. The helicopter carefully lowers as he exits, throwing his shield before hopping down onto the truck.
Standing up, you lean over to get a better look to see who else was fighting. Anger bubbles up as you see Sam being pinned down and Bucky being restrained by masked figures. “You guys didn’t tell me those two were going to be here!” You turn to shout at Battlestar.
The dark-skinned man just shrugs, a sly grin on his face, “You wouldn’t have come.” He merely offers before jumping out and swinging in to help his friend. Letting out a frustrated groan, you follow him.
Using the rope to drop down, you land on the other semi where Sam is. Two of the masked people have him pinned down. They were too distracted with the two landing and throwing the shield around to notice you sneaking up behind one of them.
You swiftly kick right under the back of their knee causing them to fold back slightly. You take the advantage and spin, the roundhouse kick sending them off the side of the trailer. Sam looks up at you from below, a pained expression on his face.
“Oh no, not you too.” He sighs out in which you return with a sad smile. He lets out a groan before turning to deal with the other enemy holding his right arm down. You help him stand up just as Battlestar lands right beside Walker.
“Sam. John Walker, Captain America.” Walker decides this was a good time for introductions and sends the Avenger a salute.
“Lamar Hoskins.” His sidekick steps in after they do their little forearm bang. The two look at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just glare at them.
“And that’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He points to you.
“Yea, we know.” Bucky spits out, side-eyeing you. You don’t even need to look at him to know he was pissed off. The guilt starts to wash over you but you push it down. It wasn’t the time now to talk to him, you needed to focus on taking down these abnormally strong people.
“Looks like you guys can use some help.” The Captain continues before turning and hitting the redhead with his shield. The rest of the Flag Smashers pounce as well. The four that were on your side try to come at you causing Sam to try to fly away. Noticing that they were all targeting Sam, you unhook the bolas from the side of your suits.
Using the rope to swing the balls at the end around, you throw it to wrap around one of the guy’s bodies. It tightens around him and you give it a hard tug, sending him to the floor. They still manage to pull him back down and attack him.
The guy you were fighting grabs the rope and pulls you towards him, you let out a surprised squeal at his strength. You release your grip on the rope before he could tug you down to his level but the person you thought you knocked off wraps his arms around your shoulders.
You struggle against the man, his fingers digging into your shoulders would definitely leave bruises but you didn’t care. It’s been a long time since you’ve been out in the field like this and you were trying to think back to your Hydra training to figure out an escape.
The man you pulled down finally gets up and drags his feet over to you. Behind him you see Bucky jump over and help Sam with the two other Flag Smashers. The man gets close enough and you use the leverage the other has on your upper half to lift your legs and swing them around his neck and jerk your body to the side.
The movement causes the guy to release his hold on you, letting you and his partner fall off the side. You luckily catch the side of the metal, watching the guy roll onto the grass on the side of the road. You turn back to see the other guy hovering above, his foot coming up to step onto your fingers that were gripping on for dear life.
Just as he was about the step on them, you see Sam’s wings hit him off. Letting out a sigh of relief, you pull yourself back onto the roof of the trailer. Sam was still fighting off two of the Flag Smashers but Bucky was nowhere in sight.
Then you hear grunting from below so you peak your head over to see Bucky hanging on by the bottom of the truck with a guy trying to stomp his arm off. Sam seemed to be handling the one person on him so you decide to help the super-soldier first.
“Bucky! Hang on!” You call out to him, looking around to figure out a way to get him safely off the bar.
“That’s what I’m doing!” He yells back while tightening his grip inside of the torn metal.
You watch the new Captain America and Battlestar struggle slightly to keep the soldiers off of them but you weren’t too concern about them, Bucky was your main priority now. Taking out your knives, you throw one at the woman attacking Sam. It slightly stuns her before she rips it out and throws it aside. “Sam! Go get Bucky, I got this.” You demand and he just nods.
The woman turns to you as Sam flies off right before the woman plows through the road sign. She lets out a roar before charging at you. She swings her arm to hit you in the face but you dodge it. It didn’t take a scientist to realize that these people were super-soldiers so you knew that the last thing you wanted to do was take a blow from them.
The years of training with the former Winter Soldier have taught you well for this standoff. She tries to recover from the miss but you elbow her in the ribs making her go off balance for a few seconds. Taking the opportunity, you kick her chest to send her lying on her back.
You walk over the woman, scowling down at her before leaning down and sending a hard punch to her head, knocking her out. You peak over at the other two just as the gunshot goes off. The person behind Battlestar retracts but doesn’t loosen his grip on him. The other takes advantage of Walker being distracted and throws him off the back of the trailer.
The man jumps over to you and tries to wind up a punch but you barely dodge it, tripping over the woman you just knocked out. “Fuck,” You whisper out, eyes flicking from the man in front of you over to Battlestar getting tossed off like a ragdoll. The rest of the group turns to you, seeing you as the last person standing.
They get distracted as the Captain appears again, a sense of hope washes over you but he just gets shit on. They were easily attracted to him since he was the star of the show so they let the one guy handle you. You look straight past him as he takes his time to stalk over to you. These people were cocky and you couldn’t blame them. They just took out four well-known figures, well-known fighters, and were left with you.
It wasn’t an ideal situation and you needed to find a way out. You couldn’t even keep count of the super-soldiers since they kept popping up and you weren’t enhanced enough to take them all on nor were you about to get captured. Seeing the road sign approaching from behind the man sparks an idea in your head.
Making eye contact with the Flag Smasher, you throw your last tool past him. He watches it zoom past his head and looks at the sign approaching. He braces himself for the impact, busting through the metal before whipping back around to look at you. But you weren’t there.
You used your last bola to wrap around the metal bracing and use a steel grip to hold onto your end. Letting out a grunt at the rough pull as the rope drags you off the trailer to hang from the sign. You let out a sigh, watching until the soldiers and trucks are out of view before jumping down onto the ground.
This was a lot more complicated than Walker said it was going to be.
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whump-town · 2 years
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A Favor
Feeling very Hotch and Hank these days (feel free to send me asks about them because I fucking love them and I will write more about them if given the chance)
No warnings
No Pairings
It begins about mid-April in the height of the whole “April showers bring May flowers” thing. Hotch is sitting on the porch when Derek pulls into his driveway. The day is chilly, the perfect sort where the weather never gets the chance to get humid because the rain doesn’t stop falling and the sun stays tucked behind thick, billowing clouds. Windshield wipers darting quickly, never fast enough to fight the rapid downpour. Sitting out in a rocking chair, sweater pulled over his white-shirt to fight the chill, Hotch cocks his head to the side as Derek throws his door open, jogging - head down- to the porch. The car is still on.
“I need a favor,” he shouts as he nears the porch. He runs on up, ignoring Hotch’s raised eyebrow of confusion. Derek follows his eyes to the car and lets out a breathless sigh. “Listen, man, Hank’s got the croup or something. The nursery won’t take him when he’s got a fever and the plumbing just blew sky high at that house I’m renovating on Sixth Street. Savannah -”
Hotch stands, all Derek needed to say was that he needed Hotch to watch Hank for a little bit. The rest is rather unnecessary. How many times did Derek spend an hour or the day watching Jack so Hotch could do his job? Hanging around a park or the office instead of out doing what he wanted. Even if he hadn’t watched Jack, Hotch loves Hank. He cares about Derek and he also likes Savannah. Besides, his day isn’t exactly looking too busy at the moment. “He’s in the car?” Hotch asks, reaching down and grabs the raincoat he’d laid over the chair beside him.
Derek nods. He winces, “he’s moody but I think he’s excited to see you.”
Hotch hums. As they near the car, Hotch’s jacket is thrown over his arm as he walks into the rain, he smirks as they get closer and Hank’s crying gets louder. He looks at Derek, a twinkle in his eye, and betrays his amusement. Hank doesn’t exactly sound excited to be here.
Derek opens the door, immediately placing a hand on Hank’s heaving chest, shushing him gently. “Hank,” he calls, rubbing Hank’s chest with his thumb. “Baby look who it is.” Hank whines, kicking out and still making softer crying sounds as he rubs his eyes and finds Hotch. “See?” Derek offers, stepping to the side to let Hotch step closer. “I promised I’d take you to see Hops.” Hank still cries, softer now but big pitiful tears that make both men’s heartache. It makes Derek feel awful that he has to leave him.
Derek steps back, sighing as he moves to the other side of the car for the diaper bag. “Everything should be in here,” Derek shouts, as he leans around and drags the heavy bag out. He hadn’t looked in it, he realizes, before leaving but he’s certain diapers are good but he’s not so sure about a spare change of clothes. If it’s that big of a deal, Hotch will just drive him to Derek’s. Besides, Savannah should be off by five and Derek should be done by lunchtime. They’ll be fine. Hotch has done the baby thing before.
Hotch unbuckles the straps holding Hank in, frowning when Hank immediately starts fighting to get the rest of the way out. His fingers have lost the dexterity he had in his youth - too many years of abusing them for all they were worth in fights, countless hours of paperwork, and... Foyet. Wiggling baby and tiny little mechanics do not help. He’s managing slowly when Derek comes back around, his grey t-shirt now soaked, and he steps back to let Derek in.
“Alright, alright -” Derek gets him out in a second. Working through the straps and buttons with no issue. “Look,” Derek turns and gives Hank to Hotch. Smiling when Hotch wraps his raincoat around the baby, rocking his body to try and soothe Hank back down. The baby takes to Hotch, wrapping his arms around his neck, and presses his wet face into Hotch’s shirt. Derek can faintly hear him hiccuping, still crying but softer now. Whining more than sobbing.
At that moment, Derek has no idea the impact of the domino that he has knocked over.
When Hank was born, before Hank was born, Reid went through this phase of reading every parenting book he perceived worth it. If they were really good, if Reid found them intellectually stimulating and correct statistically, he’d turn them over to Morgan. Annotated. They would be covered in sticky notes, full of notes and commentary. Lots of directions about orders to read the books in and how to skip around so ensure he got the best read according to Reid.
Having nothing to do with what Reid thought was best or even important, Derek found himself reading through the guides about grandparents. About the ways that people change. Adapting to being a parent and then how parents handle being grandparents.
His father would never meet Hank.
Chicago is so far away. Fran is here when she can be, she’s a fantastic grandmother. He’s called her for everything under the sun and even though Hank has had a thousand colds and upper-respiratory infections come and go, he still calls her for every single one. Just to make sure. Just for someone to tell him he’s doing all this right.
Savannah hasn’t talked to her parents in years. Things are too complicated.
Hank will have a grandmother. One.
It’s so unfair.
It eats Derek up. Grandparents had been so important to him as a child. His grandmother was one of the only people he felt safe with, always. She was just calm in the storm of pain in his life. Who could be that person for Hank? He never wants Hank to need someone but it’s better to have a net to fall on, something to brace against when the floor gives way than to come crashing through the floor. To be met with concrete where it doesn’t have to be.
Then Derek goes and spills all those dominos.
The first time that it happens he’s a mess. He dropped Hank off at daycare at seven, like he does every morning. So, reasonably, that’s where Hank should be at two when Derek goes to pick him up.
An hour later, shaking and on the verge of tears, Derek finds him in Hotch’s backyard. The two calmly swaying in the hammock, Hank drowsily listening to Hotch read “The Lorax”. Even intently listening, head tilted up so he can see Hotch, to the older man’s boring, if not entirely too complicated, commentary about capitalism and Karl Marx. The alienation of labor and lack of class consciousness, it’s no wonder the kid is falling asleep.
Putting Hotch on the emergency list had been more of a precaution for the possibility that Morgan is on a job and Savannah has work. He hadn’t really considered Hotch would need to go get Hank. Morgan hadn’t even wanted to list him, didn’t want to bother him like that.
By about the hundredth time, it’s no longer jarring to walk into the daycare and find his son is already gone. Even the workers know to warn him now.
Derek has a key to Hotch’s, he’s more than earned that right but especially these days. He lets himself into the front door and through the house, knows exactly where to find his son. The kid spends more days out of daycare than he spends in it.
“What are you two going to do when he goes to Kindergarten next year?”
They’re in the backyard, as they typically are. As annoying as he finds paying for a program that Hank doesn’t honestly attend most days, he can’t complain that much. Hank is reading exceptionally well, having two adults’ undivided attention for long periods of time helps. There are side effects. He can read books on his own but he does occasionally do old people things.
Like grunt when he sits down.
And asks to drink everything out of a mug.
Derek can see the face Emily makes, knows how this conversation goes by default of how it’s gone a hundred times before. “No,” Derek says, flatly. “You can not pull him out of Kindergarten.”
Hotch looks down at Hank, the toddler curled up into his side with a picture book. “He doesn’t have to go to Kindergarten.”
Derek had made himself sick thinking about Hank’s perceived lack of support. He hadn’t anticipated this. The giant hammock Hotch put up in his backyard. Met for fall days just like this, large enough for Emily and Hotch lay on two separate ends. Hank in the middle of them, feet kicked up on Emily’s thighs like a little king. The bookshelf in Hotch’s old office lowest shelf full of children’s books. The car seat in his old pick-up truck. The go-gurts, applesauce squeeze drinks, and gummies in his kitchen cabinets.
“There are proven benefits to homeschooling,” Emily offers, eyes peeking up above her own book.
Morgan rolls his eyes, “and there are too Kindergarten as well.”
Hotch says nothing but the blank look, the slight glare, speaks for itself.
“I don’t want my four-year-old to act like an old person,” Morgan defends. Is it not bad enough he grunts when he bends down to get things? That he’s told Savannah his back hurts and he needs a heating pad? He’s four. He doesn’t need any of those things. “No offense,” he adds, very delayed. The worst part is that he was going to have to bring Hank here this afternoon anyways. He’s expecting a new roofer at his property on the other side of town and Hank gets too antsy to watch. Besides, Hank would much rather be here.
“Look!” Hank sits up, twisting and turning around so that he can show Hotch his book. Derek moves forward, about to fuss and warn him to gentle but Hank knows what to do. He spends every day with two old people, neither as limber as they once were. Covered in scars and trauma that have stolen mobility. He knows how to be excited and bouncy with them. So he’s careful even as he looks like a monkey climbing up the side of Hotch’s legs and hip to half sit on his stomach and turn his book around. “See?”
Hotch nods, smiling encouragingly. Hank’s new thing is spiders. Bugs are very age-appropriate but Emily and Hotch struggle to maintain a blind amount of interest. Especially when Hank brings them bugs, he’s so excited too. It’s adorable but Hotch is going to lose his mind if he has to let Hank crawl into his lap with one more spider.
“I’ll be back by six,” Morgan says. He kisses the top of Hank’s head, nodding his head when Hank shows him the enlarged picture of the spider in his book. “If not--”
“He’s fine here, no reason to rush around.”
Morgan nods, "love you, buddy."
Hank ignores him, just falls over onto his side. Squirming around until he's tucked against Hotch's side, smirking up at his father.
"Behave."
But the truth is, Hank always acts on his best behavior for Hotch.
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ginnympotter · 3 years
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call it even
Chapter 2: for old times’ sake
A/N: uhhh so spoiler or whatever but this has a small amount of pretty mild smut? which i've never attempted i can't believe i'm pressing post on this thing please don't judge me lol you can also read this chapter on AO3
I’m parked between the Methodist and school.
She read the text, looked at herself in the mirror one more time, and braced herself. She took her coat off the hook and as she was zipping it up she heard her mother coming down the stairs. “Ginny, hun, are you going out?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing the doorknob, trying to get out as quick as she could.
But before she could walk out Molly asked, “You know Harry could have come in, right?”
She looked at her mother’s smug smile and groaned. “Goodnight, Mom,” and swung the door shut behind her.
She walked quickly two blocks down, turned right and crossed the street. It was easy to spot Harry’s old truck, not just because there were only 3 other cars parked on that road, but also because it stuck out like a sore thumb, and also was a staple in so many of their memories. She knocked on the passenger side’s window and opened the car door, hopping into the seat. She looked over at Harry to say hi, and saw him smiling. “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”
“Of course,” Harry said as she shut the door. “But why did you make me park two blocks over?”
“Because I didn’t want it to be awkward, with me staying at my parents’ house, but it didn’t even matter because my mom just knew I was going to hang out with you.”
“Molly knows all.”
“Too much.” She looked over at their old high school building, and then at the field they were parked in front of, nostalgia filling her up. “Nice parking spot.”
“It’s weird working at the school we went to. Where those bleachers are,” Harry responded. She felt a tightness in her throat, feeling both excited and uneasy that he was already bringing these types of things up. “Remember how pissed Molly was when we skipped the prom?”
“Thank God she never found us under those,” Ginny heard herself respond. She and Harry looked at one another, twin smirks on their faces. The school bleachers might not be exactly the ideal, romantic place to lose your virginity, but for them it made total sense. She collected herself before her thoughts would get her carried away. “So, um, where to? Everywhere’s closed.”
“Did you eat already?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, okay, um...maybe we could just drive around for a bit? And then head back to my place for a glass of wine?”
Memories from last year flashed in her mind. She nodded and buckled herself in silently. He started the car, the engine gave a loud and disquieting noise, and then they took off. “I cannot believe this truck is still running.”
Harry lightly tapped the dashboard. “She never lets me down.”
Ginny rolled her eyes and sniggered. She looked out the window as they drove down the roads. “Believe it or not I kind of missed this place. Has it changed at all?”
“The same as it ever was,” Harry responded. “But I know you don’t like it that way.”
His eyes were on the road but she could feel what he meant without seeing his face. “I do, sometimes,” she clarified, hoping he would hear her for what she meant. “Is Dumbledore still principal?”
“Yeah, he is,” Harry told her. “And McGonagall still teaches math.”
“You were always their favorite.”
“Dumbledore’s, maybe,” he shrugged. “But McGonagall? She still goes on about my dad. They have tea together like, once a month.”
“But McGonagall let you get away with basically everything. She was just sly about it.”
“Much to Snape’s chagrin.”
“Oh God, don’t tell me he still works there?”
“Unfortunately.” Ginny blanched, and Harry laughed in appreciation. “He was so pissed when Dumbledore hired me. I just avoid him at all costs.”
“I can’t believe you willingly accepted a job where you have to see Snape every day.”
“I know. It’s worth it, though. I really love teaching,” he said. They halted at a stop sign and he used the opportunity to look at her as he said, “You helped me realize that.”
“I was a great tutee, if I do say so myself,” she smiled. “How about the coaching bit? Did the kids ever recover from their loss?”
Harry drove them around all the backroads as he talked about coaching and working at the school. Much of the anxiety she was holding inside her had slowly melted away as they eased back into their regular rapport. Her heart felt like it doubled in size as he talked about his favorite students (though at first proclaiming, “I don’t play favorites, but…”). He asked her more about life in LA and her first year being a starter.
When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Ginny hung up her coat and watched as Harry’s eyes not so subtly raked over her body before he turned to his cabinet and took out two wine glasses. She sat in the same spot she did the last time she was on his sofa as Harry listed off various wine options. Harry updated her on all the most recent Tupelo gossip as they drank and reminisced on the different characters they grew up with. Every time he smiled she felt a piece of her heart break, she missed seeing it so much.
Harry must’ve sensed it- or perhaps he heard the crack inside her chest- as one of those times his smile dropped to a frown as he looked at her with concern. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ginny tried, taking the last sip of her wine and placing the glass down on the coffee table. She then noticed the People Magazine cover where she was in a little square on the top right for her interview with them last month.
She picked it up and held it in front of Harry, who suddenly turned red. “Er, I, um-” he stammered, and she laughed.
“Fred and George were just making fun of me for this yesterday at their party.”
“What’s to make fun of?” Harry asked, attempting to recover. “I think you did great.”
“Just a bit corny of a profile, I guess,” she responded. “Can I ask why you have it?”
Harry sighed, giving Ginny a very pointed look.
“What?”
“I have it because I was proud of you,” he replied carefully, taking another sip of his wine. “Is that a bad thing?”
And before she could register exactly what she was saying, the words “You could’ve texted me” flew out of her mouth.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “About the People profile?”
“Sure,” she said. Her brain telling her shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, but her mouth continued. “Or any other time before that. Or after I left this apartment after my brother’s wedding.”
Just as quickly as Harry’s face reddened before, it had now drained of all color. “I, er… I don’t-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat. “You could’ve texted me too, you know.”
“Well, why didn’t you?”
“Ginny,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. Can’t we just...enjoy our time together while you’re here? Before you leave in a few days? I don’t want to fight.”
“Why didn’t you?” she repeated, more quietly this time.
“You know why,” he said defiantly, in an equally low voice.
“I don’t, actually.”
He groaned, putting his glass down next to hers before looking at her intensely. He looked tired, sad. “Because the only thing I wanted to text you was to ask you to stay. And I couldn’t ask that; it wouldn’t be right.”
She had an inkling that this would be his answer, but it still felt nice to hear him confirm it. “No, I suppose not.”
“And I wanted to text you so many times after, but… I was too afraid of what I’d say. And then too much time passed, and- I don’t know, I’m sorry, Gin.”
“Are you seeing anyone right now?”
Harry blinked, taken aback by the abrupt question. “No,” he said.
“Neither am I,” she told him, and then moved closer to him, so close that their legs touched. “You’re right, you couldn’t ask me to stay. But… how about I stay the night, and we could call it even?”
It took Harry a moment to register her proposal. When he did, he swallowed, his adam’s apple protruding against his throat. “Are...are you sure?”
She decided then to let go of her inhibitions, to act on impulse and burning desire, and placed herself on his lap facing him, her knees tightly against his hips, her hands meeting on the back of his neck, lightly scratching the bottom of his scalp. “I’m sure.”
Harry took a deep breath. “Right, then,” he mumbled, and then his lips were crashing against hers, and his arms moved her impossibly closer to him. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept atop hers; Harry moaned as he did it, as Ginny moved her fingers through his hair and pressed her chest against his. They kissed passionately, slow and hot, then fast and urgent, then slowly again. They fell back into their rhythm seamlessly.
When Ginny pulled away to kiss his neck, Harry’s voice was raspy. “Fuck,” he exhaled. She moved her tongue lightly along his collar bone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear as she ground herself more firmly on his growing erection. He groaned, moving his hands to Ginny’s ass and cupping it. “Fuck,” he repeated. “I missed this. I missed you.”
She was too stimulated to think too much about his words for too long, but nevertheless, they still caused her heart to lurch. And hearing Harry express himself- even just the slightest showing of vulnerability from him- always turned her on even more. She blew hot air on his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and then pulled away to take off his sweater. He smiled in a daze as she got the sweater off of him and discarded it. He didn’t waste another second before throwing off his T-shirt (his glasses momentarily getting caught in the process) and then doing the same to her, so he could have the next several seconds to unhook her lacy blue bra and let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and admired the view of her chest, then glanced up at Ginny before touching her. She gave a quick nod and he let himself feel her breasts in his hands again for the first time in almost a year, massaging them gently, then with more power. Ginny felt herself grow hotter just watching how Harry responded to her. He leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, using his fingers to play with her left nipple in the way that always drove her mad. She allowed herself to enjoy it fully, moaning as she pleased, arching into him, pulling at his hair as he switched from one to the other.
Before long it was too much, and she grabbed his face and disconnected his mouth from her chest so she could kiss him again. She felt her lips tingle with the touch of his tongue, her skin burn as his hands moved to her back, running down slowly to her waistband, reaching under her pants to touch her bare ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks gently. God, she loved when he did that. After she kissed him thoroughly enough, and her pants felt too wet to wear anymore, she moved to undo Harry’s belt buckle, which in turn encouraged him to unzip her jeans. She removed herself from him so they could remove what was left of their clothes. Seeing how hard he was for her, full and bare, made her weak in the knees yet simultaneously at her most powerful. She pushed Harry back down on the couch, let her knees give in to the floor, and cupped his balls. “Ginny-” Harry grunted, but before anything else could come out of his mouth she took him in her own, licking up his length, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down.
It was only around thirty seconds later that Harry stopped her, pulling her head off of him. “Wait, wait, stop-”
Immediately, she felt embarrassed. “Was that...ok?”
“Oh, God, Ginny, of course, it was more than ok, it was fucking amazing but...but I want to help you out first. Please.”
“Harry, it’s fine-”
“No, please,” he said earnestly. “I want to. I really want to.”
She let go of him and nodded wordlessly. He helped her up, laid her down on the couch, and kissed her gently. He then whispered, “Let me make you happy.”
“You always make me happy,” she whispered back. His features changed from eager to wistful. He kissed her again, much more firmly this time, and then worked his mouth from her neck along her body, over each breast, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, before he reached his final destination. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he pressed his tongue up and down against her clit.
She didn’t have to think or speak or do anything; Harry knew exactly the way she liked it, no matter how much time in between their sexual activities passed, he never lost track of exactly what made her scream, what made her shake in ecstasy, as she did only a few minutes after he began. As she came down from her high, Harry kissed his way back up her body, until reaching her cheek, which he kissed delicately. “You feel good?” he asked hoarsely.
“Mm,” was all she could respond in the moment, panting from pleasure still.
He chuckled sweetly, kissing her cheek again, then her forehead, then her lips. Once her breathing had steadied somewhat, she heard him speak again. “What else do you want?”
“To fuck you,” she breathed out.
Harry moaned at her words as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth, the vibrations sending tingles down to her toes. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”
“We can go to your bed for round two,” she told him, smiling widely. “But round one is happening right here, right now on this couch.”
“If you insist,” he said hoarsely, moving over her, wasting not another second. They had already lost enough time.
***
Behind her eyelids, Ginny could feel the light pouring into Harry’s bedroom. She felt a twinge of joy as she moved her arms to find Harry’s torso, but all she could find were the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that his side of the bed was empty. Her stomach fell as she scanned the room for him. She sat up and heard a bit of clanging around in the kitchen. The bedroom door was half-open. She rose from the bed, opened the drawer where Harry kept his t-shirts, and threw his go-to blue tee over her head. She stepped out of his room and walked down the hall to find Harry, wearing only a pair of boxers and his glasses, his hair as messy as ever, pouring an omelet onto a plate with expert ease.
“Morning,” she said quietly.
He turned to look at her and grinned, looking her over. “Morning. Nice shirt.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone in there. I just wanted to make you breakfast.”
“That’s sweet, Harry.” She went to sit at the island and he waved his hands. “No, no, not here!”
“Excuse me?”
“Breakfast in bed ,” he clarified. “I’ll bring it in, you go relax, I just am finishing up on the home fries and then I’ll bring it right in.”
“You sure?”
He waved his spatula in the direction of his room. “Go on, now!”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him fondly before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Fine, but I’m using your bathroom first.”
“Do what you must.”
After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she settled back into Harry’s bed and scrolled through her phone. Only a few minutes later, Harry entered with their plates, handing one to her and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Her insides melted at the gesture. She softly thanked him, scooted over and dug in. Harry sat on his side but at the foot of the bed, his legs folded and his plate on his lap, that way he could face her. They ate in silence, exchanging occasional grins. She felt slightly distracted by his shirtless form and the way their feet touched. When she finished she handed Harry her plate. “That was delicious, thank you. Compliments to the chef.”
“My pleasure,” he told her. “I like cooking for people.”
“Perhaps if this teaching thing doesn’t work you can go to culinary school.”
“I know you’re joking, but I’d honestly consider it,” he said as he stacked their empty plates and leaned over to put them on his bedside table. He then sat beside her and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers. “What would you like to do today? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing plans…”
“I do have a hot date or two lined up, but I could always reschedule them for next year,” she joked.
“How kind of you,” he replied, picking up her hand and kissing it. Ginny was finding it hard to control herself with all the seemingly small, natural affection he was showing. “But really, anything in mind?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe we’d sleep in half the day- just for old times’ sake?”
Harry chuckled, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 10am. You want to go back to sleep?”
“Well, maybe not right away,” she said, lacking subtlety. “Thought we could do something to tire us out first.”
“Hmm,” Harry pretended to think. “What could that be?”
She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, and he sighed, using his free hand to cup her face. After kissing each other sweetly for a minute or two, Harry let go of her hand to grab her and pull her onto his lap. He quickly realized that other than his shirt she wasn’t wearing anything else at all, moaning as he grabbed her ass. He deepened the kiss and Ginny became wrapped up in its intensity, returning it right to him, her hands wrapped up in his hair. Although her body was in the driver’s seat, her mind and heart were racing, thinking about how much this man meant to her, how much she felt like herself when she was with him, how much he made her feel like she could do anything. She cherished every second she could steal with him, before all she’d have is memories to replay until the next time, cementing the feel and the taste of him into her brain. She didn’t want it to ever end.
But not before long, Harry seemed to slow down, and then he pulled away altogether. When Ginny leaned back in to continue the kiss, he barely reciprocated.
“Harry?” she asked, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”
He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I…” He looked at her and she could see the storm of emotions in his emerald eyes. He leaned his head against hers and exhaled. “I’m fine. But...can we pause this for a moment? Can we talk?”
A wave of dread washed over her as she nodded her head and removed herself from his lap. Sensing her tension, Harry grabbed her hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “What is it?” she asked reluctantly.
He inhaled deeply, his forehead creased. “When you leave later today, I… I don’t want it to be like last time.”
“Well, that’s easy then,” Ginny told him, attempting a smile. “All you have to do is text me when I land back in L.A. this time.”
“And what would that imply, exactly?” Harry questioned. “Me texting you, that is.”
“It-” but Ginny realized she didn’t really have an answer- or, at least, she couldn’t give the answer she really wanted. “It would mean that this wasn’t just some meaningless thing to you.”
Harry frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Is that what you really thought? Or what you’ll think if you leave later?”
Ginny considered his question. “I suppose not.”
“Of course not,” he corrected her, speaking with conviction as he squeezed her hand. “Ginny… I still-”
“Stop,” she interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”
She wanted to hear him say it, of course she did, but she would never be able to leave if she let him continue. She felt her heart break a bit at Harry’s disappointed expression. “What do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice quiet but his tone stabbing. “That I don’t care about you? That I don’t miss you? That I don’t think about you every time I try to date someone else? I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but I have to tell you, I can’t even fathom you thinking for even one second that anything between us could ever be meaningless to me. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I don’t know how to do this.”
“No,” she said as she put a hand on his leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, hearing all of that was too hard for her.  Knowing the feelings are mutual “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… The meaningless thing was an overreaction, alright? I know… we’ll always mean so much to each other.”
Harry sighed, closing his eyes, his thinking face on. Ginny knew that face too well, and she knew he was trying to work out in his mind how to phrase all his feelings. “I just don’t understand why we gave up two years ago. We did long distance from your senior year in high school through all of college and it was fine. I didn’t want to break up. But you were so insistent that this is what was best once you got a spot on the team and I didn’t want to feel like I had to persuade you to stay together and I just…”
Ginny’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was such an ache in his voice… it hurt her to hear. “I don’t know, Harry, I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing,” she settled on. How could she explain giving up on them to him? To herself? “College was one thing, but as working adults? It just felt like we’d never be in the same place, we’d never be able to actually spend time together… I didn’t want to hold you back. I didn’t realize you…that you would’ve… I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry.”
“No, I should’ve fought harder for us,” he told her, eyes blazing. “It’s not too late, is it?”
Ginny exhaled as Harry squeezed her hand again. “Harry, I can’t stay here-“
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Well, I can’t ask you to wait for me. I don’t know what’s going to come with my career.”
“I don’t care how far apart we are,” he asserted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else- I’ve tried, and I’m sure you have too, but we always end up back here, don’t we?  I want to be with you. We can figure the rest out as we go. It’s us, you know?”
He smirked at the end of his sentence, and all the feelings she’d been holding in for two years seemed to boil over at once. God, she missed that smile. The same smile as the one she dreamed about every day when she was only 11 and he spent every summer day over at their house with Ron. The same smile that he gave her after their first kiss, and after they skipped the prom and hid out under the bleachers, and when he came home to visit from college for the first time, and when he visited her in her dorm, and when he saw her standing in her bridesmaid dress at Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and then when he took it off of her later that night, and when they bumped into each other at the airport a few months ago, and just last night as she curled up against him in his bed and kissed him goodnight.
Tears warned to spill over, and she cursed herself for blinking one free. Harry put a hand on her face and wiped it for her with his thumb. He looked deeply into her eyes, which only caused more tears to fall. He wiped another for her, and then he kissed one away, and then he kissed her lips so gently she could barely register it.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice for some type of answer.
She looked away from him, staring down at their knees. “I still don’t know, Harry. I’m confused. Everything you’re saying… I want that, I do, but it just doesn’t… seem practical. And… I mean, if we did get back together, what about everything after that? Do you want to stay in Tupelo forever?”
“Not necessarily,” he responded flatly. “I love my job now but I don’t know if I’ll still want to be here in a few years… But do we need to be making those types of decisions now?”
“Well if we don’t, then what? We get back together and three years down the line we break up because we realize we’re still not on the same page? I don’t want to waste either of our time.”
Harry let out a defeated sigh, causing Ginny to look up again. The fire in his eyes was being stomped out by disappointment. “Gin, listen… all I know is that ever since I was sixteen all I’ve wanted is to be with you, whatever it took to make that happen. That hasn’t changed, not one bit, even nine years later. I know we can make it work. If it’s not what you want… I don’t want you to be with me if you aren’t fully in it. But I want to be in your life. I don’t know what that looks like for you right now, but however it does, I’ll be there. Even if that’s only as your brother’s best friend.” He offered a sad smile as he finished.
But you’re so much more than that , she wanted to say, but felt like that’d just be proving his point, and she still felt too confused and overwhelmed. Selfishly, she leaned in and kissed him, long enough to memorize the feeling for later but quickly enough to prevent any further persuasion from the magic of his mouth. She braced herself for her own heart’s self-destruction as she opened her eyes and said, “I think I should go home, now.”
Harry’s sadness lingered for a moment, before he channeled his expertise of shutting down, his features flickering to blankness. “If...if that’s what you want. Let me drive you home, at least?”
She wanted to say no, that she’d just order an Uber, but her mouth betrayed her. “Ok.”
He let go of her hand and stood up. “I’ll, er, just throw on some clothes real quick, then run and grab yours and leave you to get dressed.”
She nodded and watched him throw on a pair of jeans, an undershirt, a jumper, and socks rather haphazardly. She listened as his feet creaked across the hallway floors, and waited with bated breath as he made his way back moments later, handing her a pile of her clothes. She muttered a “thank you” and averted his eyes as she took them.
“Take your time,” he told her gently, and made his way back out.
The moment the door clicked closed, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed out all the tears she could, so none would escape for him to see when she would have to face him again. She wiped her face and felt the warmth leave her as she got up from his bed, her haven. She threw off his shirt and put on her clothes from the night before, but folded up his t-shirt and stuffed it in her purse. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she could take as many of his t-shirts as she liked; he bought extras just for her.
She looked in the mirror, quickly threw her hair back in a low ponytail, and inhaled deeply, as if the air entering her lungs would give her courage to move forward as she opened up his bedroom door and walked towards the entrance.
Harry had his sneakers on, her shoes lined up and her coat ready for her in his hands. She slipped on her shoes and against her better judgment she allowed him to slip her jacket on for her, arm by arm. She hated the electricity that crackled through their every touch. She did not want to leave, she hated herself for leaving, even.
As if he sensed her self-deprecation, he took hold of her hand after it slipped through the sleeve. “Gin, it’ll be okay.”
She didn’t believe him, of course, it was just his typical optimism in order to protect everyone he loved, Except it made Harry look out for everyone else’s comfort at his own expense.
He grabbed his keys and led them out of his flat. They got into his car quietly. Without taking the backroads, the ride was relatively short, only taking 3 songs on the classic rock station of his ancient car radio to make it back to her home, the Burrow.
He parked right outside, which was a mistake, as her mother was out in the front with their family dog, Pig. She was wise enough to just offer a wave and a smile and resume walking with him.
Harry turned to her and asked in a low rasp, “Can I see you again? Before you fly back? Will you still be at your family’s for New Year's?”
“Yeah, I will,” she told him. “I’ll...I’ll see you there.”
Harry nodded. He clicked the unlock button for the doors. “Just...just think about what I said, alright?”
Ginny swallowed, nodding back. “I will.”
He kissed her cheek, his lips burning against her cold skin, and as he pulled away he leaned over to open her door for her. She attempted a smile in thanks, hopped out of his truck, and closed the door gently behind her.
She didn’t look back as she walked through her lawn, as she heard him call out to her mother, “See you soon, Mrs. Weasley!,” as Pig barked merrily at him and Harry laughed out, “I’ll see you soon, too, Pig!” before driving away.
She was grateful that her mother didn’t pursue her as her legs worked their hardest to get her to the door, through the entrance, and up the flight of stairs to her room, into her own bed, waiting for a sense of safety or relief that never came.
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Our Playlist: ** The Christmas Song - Nat King Cole
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** chapter contains smut.
Song lyrics:"Although it's been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you"
You are finishing up the last of your work emails and lesson plans for next semester in your office when you hear Chris yell from down the hallway, "Hey, I'm home!"
"Oh shit," you whisper as you run out of your office to the kitchen to grab the shopping bags you got from the mall this morning. You bump into Chris, "Uh hi, Chris." You give him a quick kiss and try to grab the bags from the table, but Chris stops you.
"Woah, hang on, hang on, what's up with the bag from Victoria's secret?" he raises an eyebrow at you and wraps his arms around you. "Is it my Christmas present?"
"Maybe." He gives you a smirk and runs to the table and tries to look inside the bag. You chase after him, "hey cheater, no peeking." You grab the bag from him, "I told you to call me when you were heading home."
He pulls out his phone, "I did, you didn't answer." He shows a missed call to you.
You look at the table and your phone is on vibrate next to the shopping bags. "Damn it... why didn't you call the house?"
"I thought maybe you were sleeping, sorry." He hugs you and tries to look inside the bag again.
You slap his hand away, "Hey, I said stop it, Chris."
He laughs, "sorry."
"Let me go hide these from you."
"Okay" He hugs you and kisses you on the forehead, "get dressed."
You raise an eyebrow, "where are we going?"
"Well we need to get a tree to put the presents under."
You smile, "We're gonna get a real Christmas tree?!"
He laughs, "Yeah? You never had a real one?"
"I did once when I was little. Other than that it was always a fake one."
He hugs you, "Aww that's not fair, you need a real Christmas tree." He kisses you again and you hide the bags in your office and get dressed.
You come walking down the hallway and you see Chris cuddling with Dodger on the couch, "I'm ready."
"Keys?" Chris has his hand out.
"To my truck?"
"Uh yeah, the tree won't fit on top of my car." You laugh and toss the keys to him. "Let's go."
Chris drives you guys to a tree farm to pick out a Christmas for your place. The ground is covered with a fresh layer of snow from this morning's snowfall. As you're walking down the rows of trees Chris wraps his arm around you to keep you warm.
"See any that you like yet?"
"Hm, maybe this?" You stop in front of a small tree.
Chris laughs, "This one is tiny."
"What? Do you wanna get one of those big ones?" You point to the next row.
He shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, it'll fit in the living room."
"Yeah, but will it fit through the doorway?"
"We'll make it fit, come on." Chris takes you by the hand and you walk to where the bigger trees are. "Let's get this one!"
You laugh, "Okay, okay we'll get this one."
You guys get the tree onto the back of your truck and head out. "Okay, now we gotta get decorations for it."
You keep smiling at Chris as he drives. He turns to you, "What?"
"Nothing, I just like seeing you this excited."
He laughs, "I love the Christmas season and I love you." He kisses your hand.
You guys pull up to a department store to shop for the decorations. As soon as you guys walk into the store Chris starts acting like a little kid. When he's pushing the cart he runs and jumps on the back and almost crashes into the shelf.
"Oh shiiiit!"
"Oh my God, Chris." You laugh and shake your head. "You're gonna get us kicked out."
"What? I didn't crash."
"Uh huh, you almost did."
"Ooo look. Let's get these lights!" He grabs a box from the shelf and it has different color lights.
"Those are pretty."
"So it's a yes?"
"Yes."
He grabs another box and puts them in the cart. "Okay now we need ornaments. Oh wait, we need to get lights for outside. What kind should we get?" He puts his hands on his hips and looks at the shelf. "How about these snowflake ones?" You grab the box and hand it to him.
"Yes! How many boxes do you think we need? Two? Three?"
"Hmm, maybe three to be safe."
"Good idea." He grabs two more boxes and puts them in the shopping cart. "Wanna get a wreath for the front door?"
"Yeah, let's get this one. It has a big red bow on it."
"Good choice. Put it in the cart." Chris pushes the shopping cart down the next aisle with the ornaments. "Okay, what color ornaments do you wanna get?"
"You pick, you picked the lights." You rest your head on his shoulder.
"Let's both pick a color."
"Okay." You look up and down the aisle.
"Hmm, I like these blue ones. What do you think, (y/n)?" Chris holds the box for you to look at it.
You give him a thumbs up, "Looks good. Do you think these red ones will match?" You come walking up to Chris and show him the box.
"Yeah, put it in the cart. What other color should we get? Silver or gold?"
"Silver."
"Okay, silver it is. Ooo, how about these?"
"Yeah those will do." Chris puts them in the cart with the rest of the stuff.
"Woah, wait hang on. Did you pick silver so it'll be Cap colors?" He raises an eyebrow at you.
"What?!" You look inside the cart and start laughing. "No."
He gives you a smirk, "You sure?"
"I'm being serious, I didn't notice it until you pointed it out just now. We can change it gold if you want."
"No, I was kidding. Silver is fine. I like the Cap theme. Oh wait, we gotta get a star for the top." He quickly grabs one from the shelf and tosses it into the cart.
You smile and kiss his cheek, "what else do we need to get?"
Chris leans over and looks in the cart, "Uh, wrapping paper? Oh shit, and a stand for the tree."
You guys look for the aisle with the wrapping paper. You both choose a few different rolls and grab a stand for the tree. You guys pay for everything and head back home.
You and Chris struggle with getting the Christmas tree into the house, but after awhile you guys get it through the front door.
"Ha! Told you it'll fit." Chris says as he falls onto the couch and pulls you down with him.
You laugh, "barely." You caress his face and kiss him, "come on, let's decorate it." You try to get up, but he pulls you back down to his lap. "Hey!"
Chris kisses your neck, "Hang on, can we take a break? The tree was really heavy."
You laugh, "Okay, fine." Chris continues kissing you and you start giggling.
"What's so funny, (y/n)?"
"You said you wanted to rest."
"Yeah?"
"But yet, you're kissing me."
He laughs, "I can never be too tired to kiss you."
"I love you. Now come on, we bought a bunch of ornaments and lights. I wanna put them up before it gets too late." You tug his arm to get up.
He groans, "Okay, okay." Chris lazily gets up and helps open the boxes of ornaments and puts them on the coffee table. "Oh! Shall I put on some Christmas music?"
"Yeah, want some hot cocoa?"
"Yes please." He kisses your cheek as you walk pass him to the kitchen. You come back from the kitchen with your drinks and you hear Chris singing to the music.
You smile and hand him his drink, "Okay so what's first?"
"Uh, the lights. Wait, is this where you want the tree set up at?"
"Yeah, in front of the window so you can see it from outside."
"Okay cool, yeah the lights are first." Chris grabs one of the boxes from the coffee table and opens it up. He starts at the top of the tree and hands it to you to wrap it around your side. You guys get about half way down the tree and the cord ends. "Oh good call on getting an extra set of lights, babe."
"Thank you." You guys continue wrapping the lights around the tree. "And done! Ornaments next?"
"Yeah."
You guys decorate the tree with ornaments. You turn back to the coffee table to grab another ornament and when you turn back to walk to the tree Chris is standing in front of you with his hands behind his back.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What are you hiding behind you, Chris?"
"Nothing," as a big smile appears on his face.
You glare at him, "uh huh, well then excuse me. I'm trying to decorate the tree."
You try to walk around him. But he grabs your arm and spins you. Your lips are only inches apart. He has one arm around your waist and the other is up in the air. You look up and it's a mistletoe.
You smile, "when did you get that?"
"At the store when you went to get more wrapping paper."
You look back at him and bite your lip before kissing him on the cheek. You try to pull away from him, but he squeezes you back to him.
He shakes his head slowly, "nuh uh. That doesn't count."
You tilt your head and smile and kiss his other cheek, "better?"
He laughs, "No." He starts tickling your lower back.
"Okay, okay." You plant a light kiss on his lips. He puts his other arm down and wraps them both around you and deepens the kiss. You moan against his lips. A slow song starts playing on the stereo and Chris starts swaying to the music. You rest your head on his chest as you guys dance. Chris kisses you again and you finish decorating the tree.
"We just need the star on top and we're done."
Chris hands you the star, "Uh, I can't reach it."
He smiles and turns around, " I know, hop on."
Chris braces himself so you can jump on his back for a piggyback. You hop up and he grabs you behind your knees. You giggle because you guys almost fall because Chris leaned a not too forward.
"It's okay, I got you. I got you."
You reach the top of the tree and place the star on top. You lean over and kiss Chris on the cheek, "Done." You hop down and Chris gives you a quick kiss before plugging in the lights.
"Ready?"
You run to the lamp on the side table to turn it off and then you stand back next to Chris, "Yeah, I'm ready." Chris plugs in the lights and the tree lights up. Your eyes widen and you lean your head on his shoulder. "It's beautiful."
Chris kisses you on the cheek, "We did a good job decorating it."
"We really did, huh?. All that decorating got me hungry. Take out for dinner?"
"Sure, you call it in and I'll clean up the living room." Chris gives you another kiss before you head to the kitchen to order the food. After ordering you come back to the living room and help Chris with the last of the cleaning.
"What movie should we watch?"
"A Christmas one for sure!"
"Home Alone?"
"Yes!" Chris says as he lays on the couch and kicks off his shoes. You put on the movie and walk over to him.
"Comfy?"
He shakes his head and pulls you down towards him, "I'm missing my cuddle buddy." You snuggle up next to him and he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your head. "Mmm, better."
You guys watch the movie, but then Chris' hand starts to wander to your ass and he lightly squeezes it. You turn towards him and bite your lip before kissing him. He helps you turn more so you're laying on top of him straddling him. He wraps his arms around you as you kiss his neck. He moans at the light love bites you plant down his neck to his shoulder. You grind your hips down against his and he squeezes your ass with both of his hands. You moan against his neck and travel back up to his lips. His hands travel up under your shirt and you moan at his warmth. He thrusts his hips up against you and you whimper. Then suddenly you hear the doorbell ring. You rest your head on his chest and you both start laughing.
"Fuuuuuuck." Chris groans.
"It's okay, I'll get it." Chris slaps your ass before you get up. "Hey!" You kiss him on the cheek and get up to answer the door. You pay the delivery guy and close the door and head back to the living room. Chris is still laying down. "Get up, food is here." You place the bag on the coffee table.
Chris grabs you by the waist and you fall back on the couch. He cups your face and whispers in your ear, "I'd rather eat you for dinner."
You moan and bite your lip, "Maybe for dessert?" You kiss him and he moans against your lips.
"Promise?"
You nod your head and wink at him as you help him sit up. You guys eat dinner and cuddle on the couch until the movie is over. You eyes feel heavy from the food coma, but you are awaken by Chris' touch on your hip as his hand moves up under your shirt.
"Hey you can't sleep yet, we haven't had dessert." He leans over and kisses you.
You moan against his lips, "bedroom." He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he heads to the bedroom. Once he bumps into the bed he carefully lays you down and you open your legs for him to lay between. He kisses your neck as you hands trail down to his back and lift up his shirt. He sits up and tossed it across the room. He then pulls you up and helps unbutton your shirt and tosses it too. He wraps his arms around you as he kisses your neck and he unclips your bra. Chris slowly slides down the straps on your shoulders followed by light kisses. You moan against his neck and he removes the bra completely and he drops it on the floor. He kisses down your neck and collar bone and lays you back down. His hands trail up your sides to your breasts and he squeezes them. He muffles your moans with his lips on yours. You wrap your legs around him and grind your hips up towards his. His hands travel down to your waistband and he tugs at your belt. He leans back and looks at you. You nod your head and he unbuckles your belt. You lift your hips up for him to pull down your pants. you shimmy your hips as he hooks his fingers on your panties and pants and pulls them off and throws them on the floor. He sits back admiring your naked body as he slowly undoes his pants. You rest on your elbows and bite your lip as he crawls back up your body. Planting kisses up your legs and thighs until he gets to your mound.
He inhales and moans at your scent, "Mmm, delicious." He grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders as he gets more comfortable. He kisses your inner thighs. His beard rubs against you and you whimper. "Relax, baby." You lay your head back on the pillow and close your eyes. He licks up slowly on your pussy and you moan loudly. You run your fingers through his hair while your other hand grips the bedsheets.
"Fuuuck."
Chris continues licking your lips, slowly torturing you. You try to thrust your hips up, but Chris holds you down. He moans against your pussy and the vibrations burn your body.
You whimper, "Please, Chris."
He slowly licks around your clit and lightly sucks it. You tug on his hair with one hand while the other pinches your nipple. Chris looks up at you and he brings his hand up to your nipple to take over your hand. You quickly grab the bedsheets on both sides of you and thrust your hips up towards his face. He moans against you and quickens his licks on your pussy.
"Ah! Harder, Chris. Please, baby."
He removes his hand from your breasts and slowly inserts two fingers into you. You whimper at the touch of his fingers stretching you. You grab onto his hair and slowly thrusts up. He stops licks your clit and he moves up your body still slowly fingering you. He plants kisses up your stomach, shoulder and neck before kissing you on your lips. You smell your nectar on his mouth as he kisses you. You moan against his lips as his fingers move in and out of you faster. He watches you as you move your body.
"Please, deeper baby. I'm so close. Baby."
He pushes his fingers deeper looking for your g-spot and as soon as he hits it you whimper his name.
"Chris! Ah right there baby. Keep going, Chris. don't stop."
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He whispers in your ears.
"Uh huh, I'm so fucking close, baby. Ah."
He rubs his thumb in circles on your clit as he bites your neck.
"Fuck! Fuck. Ah baby, I'm cumming. Don't stop, don't stop. Please, baby."
Your whole body shakes as Chris continues pumping his fingers in and out of you. All you hear is you whimpering and your juices coming over his fingers and hand. You cry out, but Chris covers your mouth with his and kisses your passionately as you thrust your hips up. You wrap your arms around him and hold on for dear life as Chris pumping every last drop of your juices out of you. You scream out his name and scratch his back as he slows down before removing his fingers from you. You moan at his loss touch. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks each one slowly.
"Thanks for dessert."
You bite your lip and pull him down to kiss him, "the pleasure was all mine." You feel him smile against your lips as he lets out a laugh. He rests his head on your shoulder as you calm down. Your hands run down his back and your thrust your hips up. You feel his hard dick on your inner thigh. He moans as he kisses your neck. You reach down between you guys and lightly grasp his dick.
He hisses in your ear, "Shit." He kisses your neck before rolling over to get a condom out of the night stand. You bite your lip as you watch him roll on the condom. He positions himself back over you bracing himself with one arm as his other guides himself into you. You whimper and reach out for him. He moans against your lips as he kisses you. He thrusts all the way in and stops. You wrap your arms and legs around him and bite his shoulder. He groans in your ear as he slowly pulls out. You whimper as he thrusts back in. You scratch his back as your inner walls clench around his dick.
He rests his head on your shoulder, "Fuck baby, you feel amazing."
You moan in his ear and run your fingers through his hair, "Mmm, baby please. Harder." Chris puts his hands on your hips and thrusts into you with more force. You whimper out his name. "Ah fuck. Right there, Chris. Please."
Chris starts breathing harder, "Shit, baby. I'm not gonna last long."
You moan in his ear, "it's okay baby. Let it go. I'm so close."
Chris hisses, "Yeah?"
You thrust your hips up and your clit rubs against his pelvis, "Uh huh. Please baby."
Chris squeezes your hips and thrusts faster. You both whimper. You clench around him again and his thrusts get sloppy. He moves his hand to your mound and rubs your clit with his thumb and it sends you into a frenzy. You squirm under him as your orgasm hits you.
"Shit, Chris. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." You hold onto him as he thrusts chasing his own release.
He groans loudly in your ear as he cums inside you. "Oh fuck!"
You both moan as you catch your breaths. He rests his head on your shoulder as you rub his back. He kisses you and runs his hands up the sides of your body.
You hiss and bite your lip as he slowly pulls out, "shit."
Chris moans and kisses your neck, "sorry."
He lays next to you and you cuddle next to him and kiss him, "Mmm, I love you so much."
"I love you too." He cups your face and kisses your cheek. "I'll be right back. I gotta clean up."
You nod your head and watch him walk to the bathroom. He takes off his condom and tosses it in the trash and gets a towel to clean you off. You moan as soon as he touches your inner thigh. He kisses you as he cleans you. When he's done he snuggles up behind you and pulls up the blankets to cover both of you. He wraps his arm around your waist and plants light kisses on your back and shoulder.
"I love you, (y/n)."
You reach back and turn to kiss him, "I love you, Chris."
He hugs you and you fall asleep from the warmth of his naked body.
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The next morning you're woken up by Chris kissing your shoulder and neck.
"Morning, beautiful."
You moan and lazily throw your leg over his to scoot closer, "Morning handsome."
He gives you a sleepy smile and rubs your back. You caress his cheek and he closes his eyes and moans, "I love you."
"I love you, Chris." You kiss him and his hand slides down to your ass and he gives it a light squeeze. You feel him smile against your lips. You laugh and move your leg high around his waist. He bites your neck and squeezes your ass again but a bit harder that it makes you hiss. He grabs and turns you so you're straddling him. You grind your hips down on him and his hands run up your body to your breast. He lightly pinches your nipples and you moan out his name. Your hands cover his as he squeezes your breast. You grind your hips again and you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. You bite your lip and lean down to kiss him. He moans against your lips as you start moving down his body. Leaving trails of kisses. His moans get louder the lower you go. You stop right below his abs and lock eyes with him before you slowly start massaging his dick. He hisses and lays his head back on the pillow.
"Oh, baby."
You lick up and down his dick slowly. He thrusts his hips towards your hand.
"Shit."
You look up and lick your lips, "Relax baby. Let me take care of you." You wrap your lips around the tip of his dick and slowly start sucking. He runs his fingers through your hair.
"Oh fuck. Baby, that feels so good."
You moan as you slowly take more of him into your mouth. He groans and thrusts his hips towards you.
"Shit, (y/n). Ah fuuuuck."
You wrap your hand around the base of his dick and lightly twists as you suck the head of his dick. He moans and lightly pulls your hair.
"Oh baby, you feel so fucking good."
You speed up and Chris groans louder. He thrusts his hips towards your mouth and you lightly drag your teeth along the head of his dick and he comes undone.
"Ah fuck, fuck, (y/n). Oh shiiiiiit." His cum shoots out and you suck his dick until there is nothing left. He let's go of your hair and pulls you up. He wraps his arms around you as he catches his breath. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses your neck. "God, I love you so much, (y/n)."
"I love you."
He smiles, "We should get up now."
You nod your head and kiss his cheek, "You making breakfast?"
He laughs, "Yes, I'll cook whatever you want after the way you woke me up just now."
You shake your head and lightly slap his arms. He laughs and hugs you again before you guys get out of bed and get dressed for breakfast.
Chris starts cooking breakfast as you let Dodger out to the backyard. There's more snow on the ground than the day before. You watch as Dodger runs happily around in the snow. After he does his business you let him back inside. You sit on the kitchen counter as Chris cooks.
"You wanna help me put up Christmas lights outside after breakfast?"
"Yeah! Of course."
He leans towards you and kisses your cheek.
"Can you set up the table? I'm almost done cooking."
You hop off of the counter and grab plates and utensils and set them on the dining table. You walk over to the fridge, "Want juice?"
"Yes please."
You grab the orange juice out of the fridge and place it on the counter. You walk pass Chris to the cupboard with the glasses, when you walk pass Chris again he slaps your ass.
"Hey!" You turn around and glare at him, "I almost dropped these."
He giggles and wraps his arms around you, "sorry."
"No you're not."
He smiles, "you're right" and kisses your cheek. He turns around and continues cooking. You pour juice in both cups and place them on the table. You take a seat and Chris walks over to you and serves the food. When he turns around to put the pants back on the stove you quickly reach out and slap his ass. He gasps and quickly turns around, "(y/n)!"
You cover your mouth trying not to laugh, "what?" He raises an eyebrow and places the pan down on the counter and starts tickling you. "Hey, hey. Stop, Chris. Okay, I'm sorry."
He stops and looks at you, "You sure?"
You bite your lip and start tickling him back, "No!"
"You little!"
You both squirm and giggle as you tickle each other.
"Okay, okay. Truce, please. Stop, Chris. The food is gonna get cold."
Chris pokes your side, "you started it."
You poke him back, "No I didn't. You did." You raise an eyebrow at him. "You slapped my ass first."
"Oh yeah, I did huh?" Chris gives you a smirk and slaps your ass again.
You gasp and laugh, "Oh my God, Chris."
He kisses your cheek and sits next to you. "Okay let's eat."
You shake your head and smile.
After breakfast you both change into warm clothes before heading outside to hang up the Christmas lights. Chris grabs the ladder from the garage and meets you outside. You open the box of nails and grab a few along with a hammer and hand them to Chris as he climbs up the ladder.
"Be careful, please."
"I know, I know."
You watch him as he nails in a few on the porch. He climbs down and moves the ladder over and nails a few more. You hand him another handful of nails. He kisses your cheek before he climbs back up. As he's nailing the next row you bent down and grab a handful of snow and throw it at Chris.
He grabs onto the ladder, "Ah shit, that's cold." He turns and looks at you. You have a big smile on your face and you stick out your tongue at him. You quickly bend down and make another snowball and toss it at Chris. "Hey! Stop it."
"Make me!"
Chris glares at you and quickly climbs down the ladder and makes a huge snowball. You run across the yard and try to dodge it, but it hits you on the shoulder. You hide behind the tree and get a snowball ready. You peek around the tree and throw it. It hits Chris right on his chest.
"Ooo, shit that's cold."
He runs to your side of the tree and throws a snowball at you and it hits you on your back.
"Ahh! Chris."
You try to run away, but you trip on the snow and Chris catches up to you and grabs you from behind and picks you up.
"Nooo!" You laugh as he bites the back of your neck.
"You gonna stop throwing snowballs at me?"
You squirm to break free, "Yes, Chris. I'll stop."
He puts you down and you quickly bend down and grab snow and turn around and put it down his sweater.
"What the?!? (Y/n)!!" He jumps and tugs his shirt to shake the snow out. You take off running, but Chris is right behind you. He grabs you and spins you around and holds you tight. "If I'm gonna be cold and wet, then so are you, missy."
"Fucking shit, Chris." You laugh and squirm against him. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop."
He lets you go and you both can't stop laughing.
"We should change clothes before we end up catching a cold."
You nod your head as you catch your breath. You both head back inside to put on a fresh pair of clothes before finishing hanging up the Christmas lights.
You step back from the house, "they look good."
Chris stands next to you, "they'll look better once the sun goes down and you can actually see the lights."
You smile and kiss him on the cheek. A mail truck pulls up to the house and the mailman hands you a package. You look at the address and it's from your mom's house. Your eyes tear up and you start smiling.
Chris wraps his arm around your waist, "who's it from?"
"My mom. I wonder what it is. It's heavy."
"Lets go inside and open it."
You and Chris go inside and you place the box on the kitchen counter and open it. There's an envelope on top with your and Chris' name on it. You open it and read it out loud.
"Hey guys, I miss you. Hope you enjoy the goodies I sent. There's a little something for each of you, even Dodger. Merry Christmas, love mom."
Chris smiles and kisses you on the cheek before throwing the wrapping paper everywhere, "let's see what we got." Chris first pulls out a chew toy and dog treats. "These must be for Dodger."
You reach into the box and find a present with your name on it. You unwrap it and it's "A Charlie Brown Christmas" DVD and a Snoopy with a santa hat. You grab Snoopy and give it a hug while Chris reaches into the box and pulls out a present with his name on it.
"Ooo, I wonder what it is." He quickly unwraps it and inside the box is a white sweater, a watch and a framed photograph of you two from the BBQ when you first took Chris to your hometown.
"Aww! Cute." You kiss Chris on the cheek and remove more of the tissue paper to reveal baking ingredients.
"What is that?"
You grab the note that's on top and read it out loud. "Here's the recipe for my Christmas cookies. There should be enough to make for you and Chris' family. Enjoy."
Chris wraps his arms around your waist, "Nice! Can we bake them now??!!"
You laugh and kiss Chris, "Yeah."
"Yes!" Chris does a little happy dance.
You giggle and grab the other items that you need to start baking. Chris preheats the oven. As you're pouring the ingredients into the bowl to mix Chris grabs a pinch of it and flicks it at you.
"What are you doing?" As you turn away.
Chris giggles and does it again.
"Chris, stop it. You're wasting it." You slap his hand away from the bowl. He grabs you from your waist and spins you around and starts kissing you. You moan against his lips. You reach behind you for the bowl and flick the ingredients at Chris. He pulls away and starts laughing.
"Heeey! Now you're wasting the ingredients."
"You started it" as you flick more at him. He starts tickling your sides. "Oh shit, okay okay I'll stop."
He stops tickling you and wraps his arms around you, "I love you, (y/n)."
"I love you too."
You mix all of the ingredients together and Chris scoops portions of it onto the baking sheets. You open the oven door for Chris to put them in. As you wait for them to bake you and Chris clean up the mess you guys made. Dodger wanders into the kitchen and Chris gives him his new chew toy. As soon as he bites it, it squeaks.
You put your head down and laugh, "Oh God, now we're not gonna be able to sleep at night." You check the cookies in the oven and they're about done.
Chris grabs the DVD from the counter, "wanna watch this while we eat cookies?"
"Yes! The cookies are about done. Just gotta let them cool." You take the cookies out of the oven and place them on the counter. Chris grabs one and quickly puts it down.
"Ah shit, it's hot," as he shakes his hand.
You shake your head, "Chris, I just said you have to let them cool down. Are you okay?"
He tilts his head and shows you his hand, "No, I have a boo boo."
You try not to laugh, "Aww, want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" You take his hand and plant a light kiss. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Chris walks to the living room and puts on the movie before returning to the kitchen. You grab two glasses from the cupboard and pour both of you some milk.
"Okay I think they're cool enough to eat now."
Chris grabs one and takes a bite and leans his head back,"Mmm, ahh, no it's not." He quickly chews the piece he has in his mouth.
You giggle, "You okay, Chris?"
He takes a drink of milk, "No, I just burned my mouth with a cookie."
You try not to laugh and wrap your arms around him and tilt your head, "want me to kiss your boo boo?" He nods his head and leans in to kiss you. You taste the cookies on his lips, "Better?"
"No." He pulls you in for another kiss. You smile against his lips.
"How about now?"
He moans against your lips, "Mmm, almost." You laugh as you squeeze him tighter. "Okay, now I'm better." You shake your head and grab some cookies and put them on a plate. Chris follows you to the living room and sits on the couch.
"Should we send your mom a photo of us eating the cookies?"
You smile, "Yes! I'm sure she'll love it." You grab your phone from the coffee table and take a selfie of Chris making a funny face while biting a cookie and you kissing his cheek.
You show Chris and he can't stop laughing, "please send me that one too."
You send your mom the photo with the caption; "Chris loves the cookies we baked. Thanks mom."
A minute later you get a reply from her:
"Enjoy. Merry Christmas, guys. Love you."
After you and Chris watch the movie the sun has gone down and Chris jumps up from the couch.
"Let's go check out the Christmas lights! Come on!" He pulls you up and you guys run out the front door.
It's colder than it was this morning so you snuggle up next to Chris. You guys step back from the house and admire the lights.
"Wow. You did a good job, Chris."
He kisses you on the cheek, "why thank you."
You cross your arms, "Can we go back inside now? I'm freezing."
Chris wraps his arms around you, "Yeah, let's go."
You guys go back inside and you guys cook dinner together before turning in early.
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The next morning you're woken up to some weird sounds coming from the living room. You hear Chris from down the hallway.
"Dodger, please stop. That's not a toy." You hear him laugh, "Bubba!"
You get out of bed and walk to the living room. You see Chris on the living room floor attempting to wrap up a present while Dodger is playing with the extra cardboard boxes.
You laugh, "good morning, Chris."
He quickly turns around, "Ah shit, hi babe. Uh, can you close your eyes really quick?"
You cover your eyes, "Oh sorry."
You hear paper and things moving around. "I thought you were still sleeping."
"I was, but then I heard a loud noise and it woke me up."
"Oh yeah, sorry that was Dodger. Okay, you can open your eyes now."
You open your eyes and walk up to Chris and give him a kiss as he caresses your thigh.
"Mmm. Good morning, beautiful."
"Morning, handsome."
"Oh, some more packages came in the mail for you. They're in the kitchen."
"Thank God, I wasn't sure if they would arrive in time." You take off running to the kitchen and open each one to see whose gift is in each one. You grab the boxes and go back to the living room and sit across from Chris. He leans over and tries to look inside the boxes. "Hey, what are you doing?" You close the flap on the box and push him back.
"Is that a present for me?"
"Don't worry about it. Go back to what you were doing."
He gives you a smirk and goes back to wrapping up his present. You lay out some wrapping paper and move one of the boxes to the center to wrap it. Chris tries to peek into the box again, but you hit him on the shoulder with the empty roll. "Chris! Behave or I'm taking back your present... the one from Victoria's Secret."
Chris raises an eyebrow, "Ha! So that present is for me?"
You laugh and shrug your shoulders, "I don't know, not really sure if you've been a good boy this year." You look up at him and bite your lip. Chris is quiet and just gives you a smirk before going back to wrapping gifts.
You take a break from wrapping gifts to cook breakfast. As you're cooking, Chris comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean back and rest your head on his chest.
"Hi."
He hums and kisses your cheek, "need any help?"
"No, it's almost done."
He moves his hands to your hips and lightly squeezes, "okay, wanna eat in the living room?" You nod your head and give him a kiss. He walks to the fridge to grab you guys something to drink before heading to the living room. He returns to the kitchen to help you carry the food to the living room. You both sit on the floor in front of the coffee table as you enjoy breakfast.
"What time do we need to be at your mom's today?"
"She said whenever."
"What else do we need to get done before we go?"
"Just finish wrapping whatever we haven't yet and get dressed."
"Shit, we better hurry then. I wanna shower before we go."
Chris laughs, "can I join?" You just smile and wink at him. You get up and start walking down the hallway. Chris quickly gets up and runs after you. "Heeeey, wait for me", as he wraps his arms around you.
You start laughing, "I'm not gonna shower right now, Chris. I'm getting the other presents I hid from you."
He moans, "the Victoria's secret one?"
You put your head down and laugh, "Chris, behave."
He laughs against your neck, "Okay okay okay." He heads back to the living room while you grab the other gifts.
You quickly run to the living room, "wait, are you gonna use those empty boxes?"
"No, do you need them?"
"Yeah, if Dodger doesn't mind." Chris laughs and hands them to you, "thank you, be right back."
You put the gifts inside the boxes and return to the living room to wrap them up. You guys finish up the last of the wrapping.
"Shower time?!" Chris jumps up from the floor and throws you over his shoulders. You squeal, "Oh shit, Chris." You cover your face and giggle as he takes off running down the hallway. Once he gets to your guys bathroom he puts you down and kisses you before turning on the shower. You both undress and jump in the shower. You guys take turns bathing each other. Chris then starts singing Christmas music and you can't stop laughing. "Oh my God, you're such a dork."
He kisses your cheek, "yeah, but I'm your dork."
You turn off the water and Chris hands you a towel as he grabs another one to wrap around his waist. You run your fingers through his wet hair, "I love you."
He moans at your touch and kisses you, "I love you, (y/n)." He helps you step out of the shower. You get dressed in the bedroom while he gets dressed in the walk in closet. You finish drying your hair when Chris walks out and is wearing the sweater your mom bought for him along with black slants and dress shoes.
"Hey handsome." He walks up to you and plants a kiss on your cheek. "Can you pack the cookies that we baked? We gotta take those with us tonight."
"Yeah." Chris has a big grin on his face.
You point at him with a serious face, "pack them, don't eat them."
"Yes, ma'am" and heads out of the bedroom.
You finish getting ready and head to the kitchen and you see Chris quickly turn his back. "Hey!" Chris tries not to laugh when he turns back around. He covers his mouth with his hand. You glare at him, "Did you eat a cookie?" You put your hands on your hips and walk up to Chris. He shakes his head. "No, I need to hear an answer."
He swallows and lets out a cough, "no" and tilts his head and smiles.
You glare at him and point at his sweater, "Uh huh, and what's that?"
Chris looks down and wipes off the crumbs from his shirt, "nothing!"
"Liar! You ate a cookie." you start tickling him, "I told you to pack them, not eat them."
"Okay okay, I'm sorry." Chris tries to escape but fails. "They're just really good. I promise I only ate one."
You stop tickling him, "You promise?"
"Yes." and kisses you on the cheek.
"Alright, no more til after dinner."
You both put on your coats before going outside to load the car with all of the gifts. You fill up the whole trunk and back seat with gifts before heading to Chris' mom's house. On the ride to her house the sun is setting and you start seeing everyone's Christmas lights turn on. You look out the window and Chris takes your hand and plants a light kiss on it before resting it on your leg. You guys arrive at his mom's house and you guys get out to greet everyone.
"Hi mom! Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas you guys, come inside it's chilly out."
"Uh, we have gifts for everyone. Hope there's room under the tree."
She smiles, "We'll make room."
You and Chris head back to the car and start unloading. Scott and Chris' dad come out to help.
"Hi guys, I hope one of these are mine." Scott does a little dance while carrying presents into the house. You shake your head and laugh. Once inside you greet everyone else. The kids are playing and watching Christmas cartoons as the adults are mingling. You and Chris head over to the kitchen and suddenly you hear someone shout "Stop!"
You both freeze and everyone starts laughing. You look at each other with a confused look on your faces. Then Scott says, "look up." You both look up and see a mistletoe hanging on the ceiling. You bury your face into Chris' chest and giggle as he wraps his arms around you. "You guys gotta kiss."
Chris cups your face with both of his hands and plants a light kiss on your lips. You smile against his lips. You hear him whisper, "I love you," as he hugs you. He takes your hand and you guys walk into the kitchen.
"Hi, we made cookies for you."
"Oh, you did? Thank you sweetie." She gives you a hug.
"My mom gave me the recipe and told me to give these to you. Merry Christmas."
"Do you need any help with anything in here, Ma?"
"No, everything is almost done. Go mingle with everyone."
Chris takes your hand and you guys head back to the living room. You catch up with Carly about school as Chris play with his nephews and nieces.
Chris' mom comes to the living room, "alright everyone, dinner is ready." Everyone heads to the dining room and takes a seat. This time you're sitting next to Chris at the end of the table. The food smells amazing as there's dishes being passed around. Once everything has been passed around everyone starts digging in. As you're talking over dinner, Chris notices your leg twitching and he puts his left hand on your lap and you hold his hand. You turn and smile at him and continue talking. Your nerves cool down and Chris squeezes your hand before letting go.
After dinner everyone moves to the living room and continues mingling. "Uncle Chris, can we go look at Christmas lights like we did last year?" one of his nieces asks.
"That sounds like a great idea."
You, Chris and the kids head out for a walk while the other adults stay behind.
"Please hold hands, guys." Shanna shouts from the doorway.
"We will!"
"Uncle Chris, can I sit on your shoulders?"
"Sure sweetheart." Chris picks up and places his niece on his shoulders. "Can you see all of the lights now?"
"Yes!" As she raises her hands. As you guys are checking out the neighborhood Christmas lights Chris holds your hand. You guys keep walking until it gets colder and it starts snowing.
"Alright guys, let's head back. I don't want anyone getting sick on Christmas."
Once you guys get back to Chris' mom's house she makes hot cocoa and hands out the cookies you and Chris made.
"Do you guys wanna open up a gift?" His mom asks. All of the kids start screaming. "Just one. You can open the others tomorrow morning."
Chris gets up and hands out one gift to everyone. The gift that Chris hands you is one from his mom and dad you smile as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. Once everyone has one wrapping paper starts flying everywhere. The kids got new toys, one of his sisters got a book and the other got some kitchenware. Scott got a bottle of wine. His parents open the gift you both got them which is a gift certificate for a his and hers massage and a two night stay at a hotel. Chris opens his gift and it's a new baseball cap. You keep smiling as you're watching everyone opening their gifts.
Chris nudges your elbow, "Hey, you're gonna open yours, (y/n)?" You quickly unwrap your gift and it's a Christmas music piano book.
You start laughing, "I'm gonna take this as a sign of them wanting me to play something for them?"
Chris rubs your back, "Uh probably."
"Yes! Play something for us." Scott shouts.
"Okay, okay. Only if you promise to sing, Scott." you get up and walk over to the piano.
"Yes!" as he takes a seat next to you on the piano bench. The first song you play is The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole. "chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose."
Everyone gathers around the piano while enjoying their hot cocoa and cookies and joins in on the parts of the song that they know.
"They know that Santa's on his way. He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh."
You spend the rest of the night singing and playing Christmas music for Chris and his family. As the night goes on people start heading home until you two are the last ones. His parents walk you guys out and you guys them goodbye.
"Thanks for having me over for Christmas dinner and for the piano book, I love it."
"You're welcome, sweetie. Thanks for our gift. You guys be careful on the drive home."
"We will. Thanks mom and dad. Merry Christmas, I love you."
"We love you, good night."
During the car ride home both of you are quiet and tired from all of the yummy food you guys ate. You rest your head on Chris' shoulder as you guys walk up to the front door. He guides you straight to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. You cuddle up next to him and just lay there in silence.
Then he suddenly sits up. You give him a weird look, "What's wrong? You okay?"
"What time is it?" he looks at his watch, "It's past midnight!" He turns to you and has a big smile on his face.
You laugh, "and?"
"And? It's Christmas, wanna open another gift?"
"Sure."
"Okay, hang on, let me go get it." He jumps off the bed and runs into the walk in closet and shuts the door behind him. You hide under the covers and wait for him. You hear him bump into stuff and you start giggling.
"You okay, in there?"
"Yeah, almost done." A minute later the door cracks open and he walks out wearing a big red bow over his outfit.
You pull up the bed covers over your face and start laughing.
You feel the bed dip as Chris crawls up and lays on top of you bracing himself with both of his arms on either side of you. He slowly pulls down the covers from your face down to your neck and he notices a green bow on your shoulder. He gasps and you bite your lip as he pulls the blanket down more and sees that you've taken off your clothes and are wearing a blue lace bra.
"Your wrapping paper is way better than mine."
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, "no, I like the red bow, but can we take it off? It's in the way."
Chris laughs and sits up on the bed, "You do the honors." You quickly rip the bow off of Chris as he moves the rest of the blankets out of the way and reveals the matching panties that you have on. "Oh look, my favorite color."
You shake your head and giggle as you pull him back down on top of you as he kisses you. Chris gently pulls off the bow on your shoulder and plants light kisses down your neck. His hands run down your body as yours run up and down his back. You moan as he lightly bites your shoulder. He thrusts his hips down on yours and you moan. You pull up the back of his shirt and he sits back and takes it off. You runs your hands up his chest and around his neck as he kisses you. His hands travel down to your ass and squeezes you before running his hands down your thighs to wrap them around his waist. You grind your hips up against him and he moans against your lips. You run your fingers through his hair as he pushes his hips down on you again. Your hands trail down between you as you start to unbuckle his belt. Chris laughs against your lips. He sits up pulls down his pants and boxers and throws them on the floor. He quickly lays back on top of you. You run your hands down to his dick and slowly grasp it. He hisses and rests his head on your shoulder.
"Oh fuck."
You lightly bite his neck and slowly start moving your hand on his dick. He moans in your ear and starts kissing down your neck to the top of your chest. You squeeze him a bit tighter as he goes lower on your breast. You quickly let him go as he sits up and his hands are behind you undoing your bra. He quickly removes it and covers both of your breasts with his big warm hands and gently lays you back down. He kisses you and your hand is back on his dick. He moans against your lips. His hands trail down your sides and his mouth travels down to your left breast and he lightly licks your nipple. You moan out his name and squeeze his dick making him squeeze your hip.
"Shit baby. Your hands are so soft."
"Chris, I need you."
His hand travels between you to the front of your panties and he slowly slides his hand inside. You up your hips towards him. He moans as soon as he touches your pussy.
"You're soaked."
You whimper, "please." He pushes two fingers deep inside you and you bite down on his shoulder. "Ah fuck." You move your hand on his dick faster which causes him to moan loudly in your ear.
"Shit. W-w-w- wait." You stop and Chris rests his head on your shoulder. He slowly removes his fingers from you and whimper. "Sorry" he whispers as he places his hand on your lower stomach and reaches over to the nightstand for a condom. You quickly grab it from him and he has a smirk on his face. He tugs on your panties and you lift your hips off of the bed as he pulls them down and tosses them on the floor. All the while you open the package and Chris scoots up for you to roll it on him. You take your time slowly torturing him, but also torturing yourself because your body is aching for him to be inside you. Once he has it on he leans down and kisses you. His hand travels back down to your pussy and he pushes his fingers back inside of you. You close your eyes and lay your head back on the pillow.
You gently grab his dick, "Please, I need you inside me."
Chris removes his fingers from you and lines himself up with your opening. He places both of his hands on your hips and thrusts all the way in. You both moan loudly. He leans over you and kisses you. You wrap your arms around him. He pulls out all the way and you whimper. He thrusts back in with more force causing you to bite his shoulder. He squeezes your hips and pushes you down into the bed.
"Ah fuck!"
"God, you're so tight." He grabs your thigh and squeezes it before you wrap both of your legs around him. The new angle of your hips causes him to slide in deeper.
"Agh! Chris. Right there baby."
He moans and thrusts into you harder. You scratch his back leaving marks that will be visible the next day. He bites you leaving love marks on your neck. You run your fingers through his hair gently pulling as he thrusts into you. You start to whimper out his name.
"Harder, baby. Ah. I love you."
"Shit, you feel amazing around me."
Chris continues squeezing your hips and thrusting into you. He starts losing his rhythm so you know he's close.
"Ah Chris. Right there, baby."
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He whispers in your ear.
"Uh huh. Don't stop, please. Don't stop. I'm so close."
Chris wraps his arms around you and pulls you up so you're both sitting up on the bed.
"Oh fuck!"
His hands slide down your ass and he moves you up and down on his dick. You take him in even deeper causing you to lean your back and cry out his name.
"Ah shit, Chris! Right there. Right there. ah baby."
He bites your neck and you hold onto him tight as he thrusts into your causing your orgasm to hit you hard. You clench around him and soon enough he comes undone. He continues thrusts into you until he's got nothing left.
"Oh shit, (y/n)! Agh!"
You hold onto him as he lays you back down on the bed. He slowly pulls out of you and rests his head on you chest. You whimper and he kisses your neck. You run your hands up and down his back as you both catch your breath.
He whispers into your ear, "I love you."
You moan and kiss his cheek, "Merry Christmas, baby."
He laughs and rest his head back on your chest. Once you guys calm down you both get up and take a quick shower before going to sleep.
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You're woken up by Chris tickling your sides. You moan and turn away from him.
"(Y/n), wake up, it's Christmas."
"I wanna sleep." You pull the covers over you.
Chris laughs, "come on, you have more presents to unwrap."
"I'm good with the present I got last night."
Chris lays his head down on your back and moans, "me too."
"Then, let's just sleep."Chris laughs and quickly pulls the blankets from you. You curl up in a ball and moan. He picks you up and carries you to the living room. "Ah Chris." You hide your face in his neck to block out the light. He gently puts you down on the couch. You rub your eyes to wake up.
He sits next to you and hands you a gift and kisses you on the cheek, "open it."
You unwrap it and open the box. It's a silver necklace with a treble clef and a diamond in the middle. "Aww Chris, it's beautiful."
"Wanna put it on?"
"Yeah" you sweep your hair to one side and you hand the necklace to him. He puts it on you and kisses your shoulder.
"I love you."
You cup his face, "I love you, Chris. Okay now it's your turn." You get up and pass him a present.
"Ooo! Thank you." You smile as he unwraps it. He opens it and it's a blue flannel. "I love it. Here you have another one." He hands you another box as he puts on the flannel. You giggle as you unwrap your next present. You bust out laughing and lay back on the couch as soon as you see it. It's a T-shirt that says My boyfriend is Captain America. "Do you like it?"
"I love it thank you." You take off your shirt and put on the new one. You kiss him before getting up. "You have one more gift." You grab the last gift from the tree and hand it to Chris.
He quickly unwraps it, "Wow!" It's a watch with the NASA logo and a moon on the face. "Thanks so much, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Chris." You cuddle next to him on the couch.
He kisses your forehead, "Merry Christmas, (y/n)."
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bananaink · 3 years
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For your imprint au is Izuku’s eye affected. It seems like he would be blind or at least visually impaired in the eye where the handprint scar is.
Oh yeah, he totally is. He might not be blind in that eye, but he would not be allowed to drive without glasses and shouldn’t sit in the last row of the classroom. But just like with his taste-buds, he never really thought about it.
The scar-side-eye is definitely short-sighted and he can get headaches from the difference to his good eye (which he started complaining more about as he attended classes like a regular student). With his high pain tolerance and frequent injuries that heal faster than the norm, he just never thought it important to mention. He instinctively “shields” that side of his face anyway and tends to turn his body accordingly.
And it’s not Aizawa who finds out about it, but Tenya! When he was assigned to watch over and keep Izuku in check, he dragged him to classes and made him take notes, learn, study, that sort of stuff. That obviously gave Izuku more headaches as he tried focusing on the board on a regular basis (which also fueled his hate for classes in general).
It’s only when they already moved into the dorms and Izuku participates in the room-king-thingy that his eye-sight gets more attention. Obviously, Iida has like a truck load of glasses and everyone asks if they could try them on. Mina is asking if they suit her, Kirishima almost breaks one and Yuga puts some sparkles on the one he wears, voguing through the room. It takes a while but Iida gets his glasses back – all unharmed - and as they leave, he notices Izuku squinting hard at him:
Iida clicks the door shut behind him, maybe a bit too relieved to move on - and comes face to face with a thoughtfully squinting Midoriya. Right into his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know if I should ask or not.”
Midoriya tilts his head and squints some more. His way of asking for permission, as Tenya recognizes after months of catching him up on schoolwork and wrestling him into classes. Tenya takes a breath and walks after the others who have already stumbled into Kaminaris room with fanfare. Midoriya wasn’t actively trying to ask unnerving questions or say inappropriate things as Tenya has to remind himself every time he is faced with the “squint-of-questioning” - as Uraraka had dubbed it.
But he still feels himself mentally brace for what could be an unpleasant question as he says:
“Then I encourage you to ask and I will do my best to answer.”
Midoriya, trotting beside him, loosens up his squint and nods as Mina shoves everyone back outside, urging Koda one room over. Tenya just gets a quick glimpse of Kaminaris room as he closes the door properly since everybody is stumbling over each other to be the first.
“Why do your glasses have one blurry side?”, Midoriya pipes up and fidgets in place. “Seems impractical.”
Tenya looks up - or rather down - at Midoriya and frowns.
“Indeed, that would be impractical but I'm not sure what you mean?”
“Well, when I put your glasses on, one side was very blurry and one was clear. Aren’t glasses supposed to help you see better?”
They stop following the others, as Tenya watches Midoriyas confused frown and expectant stare. Suddenly, he can’t stop himself from glancing at his scar, remembering the times he has watched the other boy squinting at things or rubbing his eyes after a long school day and frowns right back.
“Which side was blurry?”, he asks and Midoriya points to his right eye. The eye without a scar.
“Super-duper blurry. I can ask Powerloader to fix the one that's broken for you if you want.”
Baffled, Tenya just nods as a thought or rather a suspicion dawns on him. Tenya quickly decides to take his glasses off and holds them out.
“Uhm, Midoriya, would you mind trying these on for me?”
Midoriya hesitates like he always does when someone offers him something to take, double checks with a quick nod that Tenya had really asked that of him and then puts the glasses on. He blinks and lets out a huff.
“Uh... what’s wrong with your eyesight?”
Tenya squints at Midoriyas blurred form, trying to sharpen his features.
“Could you close your right eye for me?”, he asks instead of answering the question and Midoriya – used to Tenyas teaching-voice – just huffs again and moves his head as if he was looking around, hopefully doing hat Tenya asked of him.
“Can you see better now?”
“Oh, sure, yeah, I mean still a tiny bit blurry but so much better than on my right- Oh... huh... well, okay.”
Midoriya, sounding a bit confused, abruptly offers Tenya his glasses back. He quickly puts them back on and the sharp visual of Midoriya closing one eye and glaring down the hall meets him. Then he alternates between his eyes, blinking hard and even putting one finger up to blink at, while Tenya studies the scar on Midoriyas face, feeling a bit... unbalanced. Of course, such a large scar, crossing over the eye would affect someone's vision. He fiddles with his glasses.
“I’m not a doctor but I think that you might have some impaired vision in your left eye, Midoriya. I am very nearsighted myself and my glasses are prescribed so of course they wouldn’t suit your needs but that might explain why one side feels blurrier or sharper than the other.”
Midoriya – after just a couple of seconds blinking an alternating between his eyes - shrugs and wanders after the rest of the class.
“Yeah, probably. At least your glasses aren't broken so that’s good. Sorry, I just kinda forgot. ”
“You... forgot?”
Tenya quickly follows his classmate and frowns at his casual tone and easy-going attitude. It could be a put-up front for something more serious, but Midoriya just grins up at him. Before pointing to his scar and poking his eyelid closed so the scar tissue almost looks connected.
“Yeah, I mean, the big-ass scar? I just- I don’t know, I forgot that it messed up more than just my face, I guess. Don’t really notice the difference anymore, you know?”
Tenya doesn’t know. Every picture of him under six years old looked like he was angry at the world until his mother had taken him to the doctor. Then he remembers that Midoriyas family-situation is much more complicated than his own. And that Midoriya tended to ignore his own health because it seemed ‘not important’ or would ‘heal in a minute anyway’.
“Have you told Aizawa Sensei?”
“Why? It’s not like he can change anything about it.”
He most certainly could. But before Tenya can tell him that, Midoriya skips ahead and peers into Kirishimas room, where they can hear his classmates chattering excitedly. Then  Midoriyas big eyes grow even bigger and Tenya feels his Midoriya-Instinct kick in. Just a second too late as the green-haired menace dashes into the room and Kirishima shouts in surprise. Then a heavy thud and laughter.
Tenya just sighs and fiddles with his glasses. Maybe this isn’t a big problem. But a problem nonetheless. He can already feel Aizawa-Senseis tired sigh rolling down his back and despite his reputation as the stickler for rules, he is also quite tired of only having bad news for his teacher. So he lets out a tired sigh and decides to put his new discovery of Midoriya Related Incidents on his long list. Just as Mina staggers out of Kirishimas room, carrying Hagakure on her back.
“To the next one!”
“Guys, my room is really not-”, Shoji starts but then Midoriya pops up under his left arm, staring up at him with the biggest eyes full of a mixture of mirth and glee. And their giant classmates protest deflates like a soufflé. Tenya follows the cheering and watches as they stumble into the next room.
Midoriya had lived with his eyes like this for years, what was one more evening in the grand sheme of things. Aizawa Senseis sigh can wait one more night for the news.
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pillow talk
This was supposed to be a quick one-shot, a continuation of 8x04, but when I started writing I couldn’t stop and Upstead kinda just took over my brain. It’s a long one. Enjoy and let me know what you think. 💜
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pillow talk: the intimate, authentic, unguarded conversation that occurs between two lovers
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Hailey can tell by the look on Jay’s face that he knows she’s lying, but he doesn’t call her out on it. He doesn’t say a word, just watches her with concerned eyes as he takes a long swig from his bottle of beer.
“You staying?”
It’s a weak attempt to change the subject, but Hailey needs them to talk about anything else other than her father at the moment
“If you want me to,” he says.
“It was implied by my asking.”
Jay rolls his eyes at the way she smirks at him, but takes a step forward and braces himself against her kitchen island.
“Then I’m staying. I may or may not already have a bag down in the truck.”
Hailey raises a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, but he shrugs it off with a small smile.
“I figured if I was gonna spend the night again we shouldn’t have another occurrence of me wearing the same clothes two days in a row. The team is bound to notice if they haven’t already’,” he tells her.
“Well, if they noticed they aren’t talking. Go get your bag and I’ll heat up the pizza from last night.”
Hailey tosses him her keys and then he’s gone. She locks the door behind him, the cop in her being cautious, and gets to reheating the pizza as promised.
While the food is warming in the oven – because leftover Bartoli’s in the microwave just doesn’t taste the same, Hailey changes out of her jeans and sweatshirt into a pair of baggy sweats and a tee. She’s just pulled her hair out of its tie when she hears the click of her front door. She steps out of her bedroom into the main room of her apartment and meets her partner in the entryway with a duffel slung over his shoulder.
“Pizza’s in the oven. You have some time if you wanna change first,” Hailey tells him.
Jay smiles at her and makes his way towards her. He reaches his free hand up to her face, cups her cheek in his palm, and then leans down to brush his lips against her forehead. A silent thank you. His lips are gone a moment later and he just smiles at her again with soft eyes as he steps around her.
Hailey finds herself smiling as she watches him walk away and disappear into her bedroom. She knows he’s always been a man of action, rarely being able to voice his feelings so instead he shows her in other ways.
Like how his eyes always find hers in the bullpen during a tough case. An unspoken question of “are you okay?”
The way he squeezes her shoulder when no one’s looking. A gentle reminder that he’s there for her.
How he always gets her a cup of her favorite coffee when he’s getting his own before work because he knows she runs on caffeine. To show her he cares.
Hailey realizes then as she finally makes her way back to the kitchen area, a grin still plastered on her face, that her smiling has become an almost permanent fixture since the night Jay kissed her at the bar. She lets out a sigh of contentment as the memory of that night comes back to her, and she has to bite her lip from smiling even harder as she checks the oven to find their dinner is ready. She takes the pizza out and plates a couple slices each for her and Jay before calling out to him that the food is ready.  
Hailey knows he’s heard her. Her new place isn’t small by any means, big enough for her and the company she keeps, but it’s not nearly as big as her condo was in Lincoln Park. She found herself hating the large amount of space and the sheer silence she’d return to after work, especially after Vanessa was gone. So, she sold it and found a new home, enjoying the smaller space she now resided in.
Jay emerges from the bedroom in his own sweats and a t-shirt a moment later, and meets her at the island. He picks up their beers from the counter and follows her to the couch as she carries their plates. Hailey turns the television on and they eat in silence while they watch highlights of some hockey game from the night before.
Once they’ve finished eating, they abandon their dishes to the coffee table, and Hailey notices how they’ve only gotten closer on her couch. They’re drawn together almost like magnets. At some point Jay’s hand had found her leg as she stretched out next to him to rest her socked feet on the table in front of them. He’s got a gentle hold on her upper thigh and her hand moves over his arm, drawing invisible patterns with her fingertips.
They’d slept together for the first time two days ago, but somehow the awkwardness that a small part of Hailey had anticipated there being between them just doesn’t seem to exist. There is nothing, but comfortability, a sense of domesticity that surrounds them, as if they’ve been doing this dance for a lot longer than forty-eight hours.
While Hailey’s fingers continue their movement against his skin, Jay glances over at her and smiles at the look on her face. She’s still very much awake, but he can tell she’s tired by the way her eyes blink slowly. It’s been a long couple days between finding the murderer of a slain cop and dealing with the situation of her father.
“You wanna go to bed?” He asks as he gives her leg a light squeeze.
Hailey looks over her shoulder to peek at the clock on her stove before turning back towards him. It’s almost nine.
“Not yet. If I sleep now I’ll be up way too early.”
Jay understands, having been there himself many times before where he didn’t know when or if sleep would come to him, and so he just nods as he squeezes her leg again. He feels her move next to him and watches as she tucks her legs under her, and then leans into his side. He moves an arm around her to pull her closer and she rests her head against the crook of his shoulder. She’s got her hand on his leg now, still needing to touch him with her fingers. A new thing that has developed since the morning they woke up together for the first time and they found themselves unable to keep their hands off of one another.
Jay can tell she’s thinking about something, maybe too hard, as he looks down at her and notices she’s staring off and no longer paying attention to the television, but he doesn’t say anything. He just moves his hand down her arm to run his fingers over her skin, another reminder to let her know he’s there. That’s he with her. He can’t help the smug smile that creeps out on his face when he feels the tiny shiver that moves over her at the feel of his touch.
He knows not to push her though. He learned that quickly earlier in the day when he thought he was helping her with her father. He wouldn’t soon forget the look on her face and the tears in her eyes when she’d revealed a small bit to him about her past.
“You don’t know the half of it...”
Those words have been lingering in the back of his head since she’d spoken them and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon. He didn’t know. And that killed him, but he knew her well enough to know that she’d tell him eventually. That she trusted him enough to tell him everything about herself when she was ready.
Jay had always felt protective over Hailey, even before they started this new thing between them. She’s his partner, his best friend, but hearing those words from her yesterday in the hallway made him feel unrelenting anger towards her father and he suddenly feels a sense of pride for the woman beside him. He’s so proud of her for not going to see the man who abused her. He may not know the details yet, but he knows enough to be able to say that Hailey doesn’t owe anyone forgiveness, and anyone who has hurt her sure as hell doesn’t deserve it.
He feels her move against him again, turning her head deeper into his shoulder, and then she’s breathing him in and he lowers his head just a few inches to drop a kiss into her hair. He moves his other arm hanging over the back of the couch and takes hold of her hand against his leg. He squeezes her fingers in his and faintly hears her mumbling into his shirt.
“What was that?” Jay asks her, his voice low as he looks down at her.
He feels her squeeze his fingers in return and she angles her head just enough to look him in the eyes when she speaks again.
“I said I like this,” she says.
Jay knows immediately what she’s referring to and he smiles at her. “I like it too.”
“It should feel weird, but it doesn’t. It’s like nothing has changed between us,” she admits and he notices the way her eyes dart between looking at him directly and looking anywhere else.
“Some things have changed,” he says. He quirks his eyebrows at her and there’s a suggestive smirk on his face which makes her roll her eyes at his lack of subtlety, but she’s smiling now.
They haven’t talked about what this is between them yet. What it means or what they are or where they go from here, but the somewhat nervous look in her eyes and the way he can tell she’s biting the inside of her cheek through her smile makes him grin. She looks adorable and all he wants is to kiss her nerves away so that’s just what he does.
He lifts his hand and weaves his fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head as he leans down and captures her lips with his own. She’s kissing him back immediately and he doesn’t miss the throaty moan that escapes her when his tongue slips past her lips to meet her own. It’s something new they’ve only just learned with one another. The way their lips move in sync with one another’s, how to make each other shiver and moan beneath the other’s touch, but it also feels as though they’ve done it a million times before now.
When they break away, the sight of her blue eyes staring back at him and the hazy look residing in them makes his heart ache in a good way, and he smiles down at her. There’s a fleeting moment where he realizes then just how hard he’s fallen for his partner. This woman who pulled him back from his dark days and bad decisions, who was patient, but pushy. This woman who saved his life, who never stopped showing him she cared, that she was there, that she was always in his corner. This woman who he is completely in love with.
And if it wasn’t for the fact that they’d only just fully started this thing between them mere days ago, he’d be saying those words out loud to her right there as they were pressed against each another on her couch. He holds the words in though, not wanting to make this moment between them any heavier, not wanting to freak her out even though he’s certain that she feels it too.
He’s quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he feels her hand against his cheek, thumb brushing over his stubble and a smile spread across her face. He realizes then he’s been staring at her the whole time he’s been lost in his realization of just how deep his feelings go for her.
“Let’s go to bed,” she tells him.
“Thought you said you couldn’t sleep yet.”
Hailey shakes her head at him, not breaking their eye contact, and he gets it then. There is a look of something in her eyes that tells him she is nowhere near wanting to sleep anytime soon.
“I didn’t say I wanted to sleep,” she nearly purrs at him as she voices his assumption out loud.
Hailey pulls herself away from him and stands from the couch, ignoring the plates and bottles on her coffee table, and reaches for his hands. He stands and follows her as she walks backward towards the bedroom, pulling him with her. Her hands let go of his as they near the side of her bed, eyes never leaving his, and she reaches for the bottom of his shirt. He lets her pull it up and over him before she tosses it to the floor, and then her hands are on him. She glides them across his stomach and up his chest, before settling around the back of his neck so she can pull him down closer to her level and kiss him some more.
There’s a guttural moan that escapes her again as Jay deepens the kiss and his hands find their way below her own shirt, his fingers ghosting over her warm skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their place. His hands grip her sides, fingers slipping below the band of her sweatpants for a mere second before he pushes them down and they pool to the floor at their feet. Her underwear follows a second later and Hailey kicks them off as Jay moves closer to her. His proximity forces her to take a step back, but she goes willingly.
When Hailey feels the bed behind her, she turns and pushes Jay down to it and he pulls her with him. She falls on top of him as gracefully as she can in the heat of the moment, but Jay holds her over him easily with his hands on her hips. Hailey leans over him and then he’s squeezing the tops of her thighs, then her backside before dragging his hands up her back beneath her shirt.
He sits up with her in his lap then, her legs on either side of him, and pulls her shirt over her head before moving his attention to her neck, needing to taste her somehow. He nips and sucks as he explores the new, but familiar skin while Hailey’s hands fumble down his chest and back up his torso to move through his short hair. She’s deliriously distracted by the feel of Jay’s lips on her, letting out a gasp when he grips her hips again, tightly, and rolls them so he’s on top now.
Hailey nearly growls at him as he’s already taken control in the bedroom, but it’s fleeting when she realizes she still has a slight upper hand on him. She is able to push and pull at the waistbands of both his sweatpants and boxers now until they fall over his hips and he kicks them off at the foot of the bed.
Jay presses his lips to hers as he pulls the duvet up over them. He’s leaning over, trying to keep most of his weight on one arm so he doesn’t crush her, but Hailey just pulls him flush against her. They’re pressed so close together, skin against skin. There’s no sure way to determine where either of them end or begin as legs tangle, hands roam through hair, tongues explore, and fingers travel over skin. It’s electrifying, but that familiarity they’ve come to know hangs over them.
The last coherent thing Hailey remembers is the way Jay feels moving on top of her, how his eyes somehow find hers through the dimly lit room and is able to say so many things to her without uttering a single word. How she’s left thinking about how she is undeniably and so incredibly deep in love with this man as he takes her over the edge with him.
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They’re still pressed against one another, both their bodies left in a residual state of ecstasy, as they lie under the covers. Hailey’s never really been the cuddling after sex type of woman. She doesn’t like showing her vulnerable side, but as she lies in her bed with her partner beside her, she thinks it’s something she wouldn’t mind doing every day for the rest of her life as long as it’s with him.
Jay props himself up on one elbow while she lies on her side facing him. His free hand rests over her backside above the covers, holding her close, while her fingers have gone back to drawing nonsense on his skin. All he can do is smile at her, completely amused by her, as she starts some rendition of connect the dots with the freckles splayed across his chest.
“You enjoying yourself?” He asks.
His soft smile turns into a teasing grin as she glances up at him and rolls her eyes at him, but her fingers don’t stop moving.
“I am actually. So many freckles.”
“I’m glad someone appreciates them. I was teased so bad in elementary school because of ‘em,” he tells her.
“You were probably so cute as a kid though,” she says absentmindedly, fingers still moving over his skin.
“I like to think I’m still cute,” he counters.
“Eh,” she says, pulling a hand back for a moment to give a back and forth gesture for good measure.
“You’re funny,” he says, sneaking his hand up behind her under the covers to run the tips of his fingers across her rib cage. She wiggles against him, trying to hold back a laugh.
“You’re not ticklish are ya, Hails?”
She shakes her head. “Not at all.”
“Not at all, hmmm?” He asks as he runs his fingers over her skin again and she wiggles once more before a loud laugh escapes her.
“Ok, maybe a little. You should know that I cannot be held accountable for my actions if you don’t stop.”
Jay knows she isn’t serious in the slightest and lets out a laugh. He stills his fingers, but keeps his hand on her hip under the covers and gives her a light squeeze.
There’s a moment silence that settles over them as Hailey’s fingers move across his chest before they stop suddenly and Jay catches her staring. His eyes follow hers, and he sees her index finger just shy of the scar below his shoulder. He watches her as she hesitates another moment before running the tip of her finger over the skin slowly, carefully, as if she’s afraid she’ll damage him somehow.
“Does it ever hurt?” She asks him then, but her eyes don’t leave the tarnished pink skin.
“Not anymore. Physical therapy helped with the stiffness. Now it’s just a reminder of how stupid I can be.”
Hailey shakes her head at him, her eyes finding his.
“You can be a little reckless maybe, but you’re not stupid. You just have a big heart. It’s one of the things I like most about you,” she tells him.
Her tone is quiet and sincere, but he recognizes a hint of sadness in her voice as she speaks and he can tell she’s thinking over something in her head.
“I have a question,” he says a beat later.
“Oh boy,” she groans out.
“It’s nothing bad. Just curiosity,” he assures her.
Hailey only nods and waits for him to continue.
“You said the other night that it’s been a long time for you since you saw me as just your partner,” he says and watches her smile at the memory.
“I did.”
“When did it change for you?”
Jay watches her as she takes a deep breath, no doubt the question taking her by surprise. Her fingers stop moving against him and she moves her hand down his chest to his waist. There’s virtually no space between them, but she somehow inches closer, holding him against her. He drops his elbow to lie straight on his side next to her and can’t help himself as he runs his fingers through her hair to the top of her head, needing to always be touching her now.
Hailey takes another deep breath, trying to find the words to answer his question, and she squeezes her hand against his hip again before she lifts her eyes to his. She needs to look at him when she answers him.
“I think it was maybe after your dad died. You got shot and I found you in the street. I just lost it. I thought you were dead. I went out drinking with Adam that night, trying to wrap my head around everything. Trying to ignore everything. I needed a distraction and then, well, you know what happened after that.”
Hailey watches as his eyes grow a bit wider at her admission. She can tell he’s not upset, not angry with her. He couldn’t be. But she does see a slight look of realization in his eyes.
“I didn’t know it was that night,” he says. He’s not sure how he’d never known that detail.
Hailey swallows a large lump in her throat that she hadn’t noticed was forming during her confession. She forces it down and squeezes his side again, letting out a long sigh.
“I was a wreck Jay. He was there. A warm body to sleep next to. I didn’t think anything would come of it,” she explains.
“I’m not judging,” he tries to assure her, looking right at her, almost through her as he notices tears in her eyes now.
She knows she doesn’t owe him any further explanation, but she can’t stop herself or the words from pouring out of her now.
“What happened with Adam wasn’t serious and I knew it wouldn’t be, even if it did last longer than I expected. I tried for a while to bottle it all up, push down my feelings for you. We’re partners, ya know? All I could think about was what happened with me and Garrett, with you and Erin. And then things just spiraled after that. Al died and Antonio left. Kelton was on a warpath. Then you got shot again last year and that time I really did almost lost you.”
Jay nods in understanding. He knows about Garrett, what she’s shared of her relationship with him, and he knows it destroyed her when she lost him. Jay’s own relationship with Erin ended poorly to put it lightly, and the rest were ripple effects of unforeseen circumstances and bad timing. There’s a somewhat sad, reminiscent look on Hailey’s face now as he leans his head down towards hers. He moves his hand up her body and holds the side of her face.
“The awful things that have happened, none of that’s on you,” he tells her. He needs her to know that none of it is her fault. That he doesn’t blame her. That he never has, never could.
“Trust me, I didn’t exactly plan on falling for another partner,” she attempts to joke. He gives her a side eye and notices a tiny twitch of a smile peek out at the corners of her mouth.
“Yeah, you kinda came out of nowhere for me too,” he tells her.
Jay smiles sweetly at her before closing the remaining gap between them and presses his lips against hers. It’s sweet and slow, and she kisses him back just the same.
“When did it change for you?” She finds herself asking when they finally pull away.
“I think I was a little later to the game than you, but not by much,” he says honestly. Hailey just smiles softly at him and waits for him to go on.
“It was that domestic case with the Alderman’s wife and that kid, Devin. I just remember seeing how it was affecting you and wanting to protect you. Be there for you. We had drinks at your place that one night, then Adam showed up. I got really jealous when I realized he had you and I didn’t.”
Her hand finds its way to the back of his head then, holding him to her for a millisecond before she kisses him just as softly as he’d done to her moments ago. It’s quick, but sincere, and she finds herself mesmerized as she stares into his green eyes when they pull away.
“He never had me, not like you. Not like this,” she whispers.
And then he’s kissing her again. It’s the closest they’ve come to saying those words and he tries with everything in him to say the words he wants to say out loud with his lips against hers instead. They get lost in the softness and the tenderness, and then the moment is broken by the ringing of a phone coming from her nightstand beside them.
Jay groans against her lips as they pull away and Hailey just smiles at him, knowing they’re both thinking the same thing. That phones are not their friend when they’re in bed together. She turns in his arms and reaches for her phone that has once again broken a moment between them, but the grin on her face doesn’t go unnoticed by her partner when she looks at the screen.
“Who is it?”
“Vanessa wants to FaceTime. I haven’t spoken to her since before New York,” she tells him.
He nods down at the phone in her hands. “You better answer it then. A pissed off Rojas is no joke.”
Hailey’s smile widens and she kisses him once more before turning to reach for her shirt on the floor. She pulls it on quickly to cover herself, then leans back against her headboard and swipes to answer the video call.
When she sees Vanessa’s face on the screen, the younger officer’s grin matches Hailey’s and she immediately goes into it with the blonde.
“Hi my favorite roomie! I miss you so much. I’m finally back to real life and I needed to talk to you. How are you? How’s the team? How was New York? Tell me everything! I miss you guys!”
“Hey V! I better be your favorite roomie and I miss you too! I’m good, the team is good, New York was alright. Glad to be home though. How was the case? And where are you?”
The blonde notices her friend isn’t in a hotel or a room of some kind, rather sitting against a wall in some sort of plastic chair.
Jay smiles at the interaction between the two women that have become fast friends, smiling wider at the one beside him when he notices the look of pure happiness and contentment on her face. It’s a sight he loves to see on her so he sits back against the headboard and just watches her.
“I should also tell you I’m not alone,” he hears Hailey tell the younger woman a few seconds later. He glances at the phone in Hailey’s hand in time to catch the curious look on Vanessa’s face.
“I’m at the airport about to catch a flight back to Chicago. The case took me to Boston for a bit. But what do you mean you’re not alone?” Vanessa asks.
Hailey scrunches her face, smiling sheepishly, and glances over at Jay for a moment who just smiles and nods, knowing what she’s asking.
“Well...” Hailey begins and then she turns the phone just enough for Vanessa to catch sight of a shirtless Jay sitting beside her.
Neither of them misses the bulging eyes of the girl on the phone and they both laugh, and then Jay waves.
“Hi Vanessa,” he says.  
“Well hello, Halstead. Fancy seeing you in Hailey’s bed and shirtless, no less,” the young woman teases with raised eyebrows.
Jay just smiles and nods, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink that makes Hailey laugh.
“All I have to say is it’s about damn time. What’s it been? Like a year since the hospital thing, Hails?”
Hailey’s eyes bug out and she shoots a glare at Vanessa, but not before catching the curious look on Jay’s face. She can already see the wheels turning in his head.
And she’s right. His mind starts playing flashbacks of that day he was released from the hospital and she came to pick him up. When they had once again been interrupted by a phone and he almost screwed up again. He remembers how she had said she wanted to tell him something, but she never did.
“Uh, yeah. It’s been a while,” Hailey says, looking back at her phone.
“Well whatever happened, I’m glad it did. You guys are both so clueless and stubborn,” Vanessa says with a shake of her head.
There’s a distant voice from somewhere in the background and the look on Vanessa’s face tells Hailey their time together is about to be cut short.
“They’re starting to board. I gotta go, but as soon as I’m back we have to get together. I want all the details my friend,” Vanessa winks through the phone.
“Oh god,” she hears Jay scoff from beside her and she laughs again before nodding at her former roommate.
“Be safe and text me when you land,” Hailey tells her and watches as Vanessa rolls her eyes.
“Yes mom,” she teases.
“We can be lazy this weekend with some Grub Hub and Netflix, and catch up on everything,” Hailey suggests.
“Sounds good to me. I love you lots and I’ll see you soon. Bye Jay!”
Hailey turns the phone back towards Jay and he waves again. “Bye Vanessa. Be safe.”
They disconnect a moment later and Hailey places her phone back on the nightstand before she turns to look at Jay who has a shit eating grin on his face now.
“What?”
“That day in the hospital,” is all he says and she rolls her eyes at him.
“You caught that huh?”
“Damn right, I caught that. You were gonna tell me you like me,” he teases her.
Hailey feels the heat in her cheeks almost instantly and she looks anywhere, but at his face. She tries to distract herself with the corner of the duvet that rests over them in her bed, but he reaches for one of her hands and laces his fingers through hers. She tilts her face towards him and catches his bright green eyes staring back at her, a grin still fixated on his own face.
“I like you too,” he says with a squeeze of her hand.
“I thought you might,” she tells him, unable to stop herself from grinning right back at him.
There’s another moment and then he can’t stop himself when he says, “I really like you.”
Hailey nods in silent agreement knowing exactly what he means and what he’s trying to say, but also knowing they don’t need to say those words just yet. She knows this thing between them is real, that it’s the long-haul type of deal. She knows that even though he’s never been good with his emotions, he’s somehow good with them when it comes to her and she realizes she doesn’t need to hear the words just yet. That she wants to bask in the newness of them for just a little while longer.
And for a few more moments she does until the day catches up to her and she realizes what she had done earlier. How she lied to him in her kitchen and a feeling she doesn’t like creeps up inside of her. A feeling that she doesn’t want this new thing between them to start out on a lie, however minuscule and necessary it may have been hours ago when she’d done it.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“I lied to you,” she says before she loses her nerve.
He raises an eyebrow at her, not sure exactly what she means, and then he smirks at her to lighten the slight tension he notices has formed between them.
“What, you don’t actually like me?” He teases.
“No. I mean, yes. Ugh. Yes, I like you, but no, that’s not it,” she says as she takes her free hand and runs it though her hand nervously.
“What is it?” He coaxes. The look on her face tells him they’re about to have another one of their heavy moments.
“Um, when you first got here. I told you that my dad was good, that I talked to him, but I didn’t talk to him. I stared at him through the window of his room and then I left. I just, I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it, I - “
“You don’t need to explain yourself Hailey. Not to me,” he tells her while squeezing her fingers against his.
“But I lied to you.”
“I already knew you lied and I get why you did it. I knew you’d talk to me about it when you were ready.”
“How did you know that?” She asks him.
“Because I just know you Hails.”
Jay notices the look in her eyes then, a tiny bit of confusion and as if she’s waiting for more. He feels the way her hand is almost trembling in his now and he realizes that she’s expecting him to be angry with her. It’s what she has witnessed with her parents and what she was used to seeing as a kid. It’s as if she almost expects the anger and hostility to come, but it doesn’t. It won’t. Not with Jay.
He is sure she knows he would never hurt her, but a part of him feels like he needs to remind her. Because the way she’s looking at him with tears glistening in her eyes again is making his heart constrict almost painfully. He just wants to wrap his arms around her and shield her from everything, but he knows he can’t and he knows she wouldn’t let him.
“Can I say something?”
Hailey can tell he’s treading carefully by the tone in his voice. He’s always careful with her, but not in an overbearing way, and at that moment she’s grateful despite the tiny part of her that is feeling nervous over the words he could say. She nods at him anyway and watches him take a quick, deep breath before he speaks again.
“I really am sorry for yesterday when we were questioning Zach. You thought I was talking about you when we were pushing him, and maybe subconsciously I was, but it wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad about the situation.”
He pauses for a moment letting his words sink in before he squeezes her hand yet again and continues.
“I know I don’t know the full extent of what happened to you, of what you experienced with your dad, with any of it, and I would never try to force you into saying or doing something you don’t wanna do. That you’re not ready to do. I also know that you’d kick my ass if I ever tried to boss you around like that.”
He gets her to smile like he hoped he would and then pulls his hand from hers to hold the side of her face.
“I’ve told you before we’re good. We’ll always be good. That hasn’t changed and it’s not going to,” he tells her.
“And one more thing? While we’re touching on this subject at least,” he adds before she can say anything.
“What’s that?” She asks him as she sniffs back more tears.
“I need you to hear me when I say you’re safe with me. That I wouldn’t ever...I mean, I couldn’t, God, I can’t even say the words Hailey.”
“You wouldn’t hit me you mean?” She offers. She says it so casually like it’s not something terrible to speak of.
The realness of it all and what she’s been through hits him in the gut again. It claws at his insides how someone as brave and strong and wonderful as Hailey could ever be in a situation where she doubts her worth or questions whether or not someone loves her. He’s completely dumbfounded how anyone could ever hurt her.
“Yeah,” he chokes out and she finds herself nodding her head at him.
“I know you wouldn’t. Still a little reassuring to hear it though, so thank- “
“Don’t say it,” he nearly pleads with her, his eyes glistening with tears of his own. He certainly hadn’t expected their night to go like this, with this conversation.
“Say what?” She presses.
“Don’t thank me for saying I wouldn’t ever put my hands on you like that. It’s not romantic or chivalrous, Hailey. It’s the absolute bare minimum,” he tells her.
All she can do is stare at him as the weight of his words sound in her ears and hit her hard in her chest. She always knew the bar was low, that not being an abuser wasn’t usually a checkbox on the list of qualities to have in a significant other. That it should just be a given that it wouldn’t happen. He just stares right back at her with so much care and concern andlove that it makes the tears she’s been holding in fall from her eyes.  
The only response she has for him is another slow nod of her head and then she’s kissing him again, tears be damned. She presses herself against him and pours everything she has into that one moment, like it could be their last, even though she knows it won’t be. She knows they’re going to have so many more of these moments. These kisses and admissions and gentle caresses in the middle of the night.
Her eyes are still closed when they pull back from one another, and then she’s relishing the feel of his lips on her forehead for the second time that night. When she opens her eyes, he’s staring right at her.
“This has been some pretty heavy pillow talk we’ve had tonight,” she says to him once they’ve settled back down into her bed under the covers.
Jay’s arms and hands find their way around her again, needing to touch her. He smiles softly at her once more and leans over to kiss the side of her head. It’s the only response that feels right.
Hailey’s not sure how much time passes between them in silence. Sleep has started to creep up on her fast and she knows it was near eleven when she got off the phone with Vanessa. She glances up at Jay and sees his eyes are closed, but she knows he’s still awake because his fingers ghost over her skin. He drags them up and down her spine and over the dip of her lower back. It’s as if he’s trying to put her to sleep himself, but she has a sudden thought and she needs to say one more thing before she passes out beside him.
“Hey Jay,” she calls out, just audible enough for him to hear her, but not loud enough to break the sleepy state they’re succumbing to.
“Hmmm?” She hears him moan out and then he squeezes her side in recognition as well.
“Just for the record, I really like you too,” she tells him.
Jay opens his eyes at her words, the unspoken meaning of them not being lost on him, and Hailey gives him a sleepy smile. He just smiles back at her with a stupid grin that she’s come to adore, and then he nods in quiet understanding before he leans down to kiss her again because he doesn’t think he could ever stop kissing her now that’s he had her.
The air around them thins out, the heaviness of their evening beginning to dissolve, as they kiss each other slowly for another few moments and just hold onto the other.
As heavy as their words have been tonight, Hailey realizes their conversation over the last few hours has almost been necessary, maybe even a little overdue. It’s only been two days of this, but she’s sure they’re not moving fast. If anything, they might not have moved fast enough. After all, it did take them quite a long time to get to this moment. Three years worth of time to this moment where they’re lying in bed together, naked under covers, saying I love you to each other without actually saying the words. It just feels natural. It feels like them.
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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years
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Side of the Road (JJ Maybank)
Author's Notes: This is somewhat of a continuance of Sour Straws and Short Shorts - same coupling. JJ tries to fix his girlfriends truck... I think I have her name in my head - if this coupling continues I'll name her "officially"
Warnings: Undertones of grief (parental death), Sexual references - sexual innuendos. Mostly just fluff.
Requested? NO, but all requests for OBX are open!
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Throughout the course of his young life, JJ Maybank had accumulated tricks of many trades, but the finer workings of engine mechanics was something he had yet to master. He did alright, but it took him some time to remember what exactly he was doing, especially with older cars.
The hood of her father's old Ford pick up truck was propped up, JJ had brushed the dried leaves from storms passed out from the engine block and looked down, hopping that whatever was wrong with the truck would pop out at him. He scratched the back of his neck as he glanced down at the engine again then breathed out a sigh.
"Are you sure I can't try to hot wire it?" JJ yelled over his shoulder to her as she swept the veranda.
"JJ, if you ruin my daddy's truck.." She stated as she stopped her motion and pointed a finger at him.
"Okay! Just an option for our back pocket." JJ laughed softly as he held his hands up in defense before he stuck his head back under the hood to keep tinkering.
After almost one hour under the hood, the hot Summer sun on the back of his neck, JJ was certain he had hit the mark. He grabbed the bandana from his back pocket, wiped his hands and called her name.
"Come start it. I think I may have fixed it." JJ grinned as he walked towards the house, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"You did?" She asked as she scurried out of the sun-room and down the steps. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the truck.
"Take the keys, and start it up. I'm pretty sure that I figured it out." JJ smiled as he placed the keys for the truck delicately in her hand, knowing what the truck meant to his girl.
She gripped the keys tightly in her palm, then climbed into the driver's side and turned the key over in the ignition. JJ tossed his hands up in triumph as the truck rattled to life. He watched as she brought her hands to her face and released a soft sob.
"I never thought it would run again." She whispered as her hands ran over the steering wheel.
"Told you I would make get it going for you again, baby." JJ smiled as he held his weight over the frame of the driver's side and looked at his girl. He reached a hand inside the cab of the truck and softly thumbed away a tear on her cheek.
"Thank you, JJ." She whispered, her cheek resting in his hand.
"Of course. So, you gonna take me for a ride in this old girl?" JJ smirked with a smack on the top of the truck.
"Nope. You're taking me for a ride." She replied with a small sniffle as she hopped out of the truck and patted his sides.
"You're letting me drive your dad's truck?" JJ asked as he watched her walk around to the passenger side. The truck was all she really had left of her dad. No jewellery, no books or clothes. Just the pick-up.
"It doesn't feel right to be the driver. Besides, I think my dad would have really liked you." She smiled as she placed her feet on the dash and curled her finger at him to summon him inside the cab of the truck.
"Other then when I wanted to hot-wire his truck." JJ grinned as he climbed into the truck and pulled on his seat belt. He rested an arm over the back of bench and pulled her close as he put the truck in reverse then drove off her property and down the street.
For a truck that had been parked in a dirt driveway for almost two years, JJ thought it handled like a dream. He kept her close against him as he drove through The Cut, the windows of the truck down, the breeze against his sweaty skin.
As JJ turned the wheel for a slight bend in the road he heard a sputter in the engine of the vehicle, and his heart dropped to his feet.
"No, no." JJ muttered as he took his hand off the back of bench and grabbed the wheel with both hands.
The truck slowly crawled to a stop and with a single sputter the engine died again. JJ groaned and with a curse dropped his head down to the steering wheel. She softly placed her hand on his thigh and the truck gave one more groan as it creaked to a halt.
"It's okay, JJ. I can't believe you even got it to start." She stated softly as she reached out and ran her fingertips through his hair.
"It should work. I don't know what I did wrong." JJ grumbled as he pulled off his seat belt and got out of the truck. He walked around to the front of the truck and gave the hood a smack with his fist before he tugged at his hair.
"JJ, it's alright. It was nice to have you drive me around in it for a little bit. I just want to get it off the side of the road and back home. Then we can figure out what it needs." She stated as she hopped out of the passenger seat and walked around front with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her head rested against his chest.
"Yeah. Let me call Kie, she has a hitch on the back of her car." JJ sighed as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he pulled his phone out of the back of his shorts.
JJ pulled himself away from her and made a quick phone call to Kiara requesting she come get them as quickly as she could. JJ slipped his phone back in his pocket with a sigh as he stood next to his girl and stared at the broken down truck.
"She said she'd be here within an hour or so. She's finishing up a shift at The Wreck." JJ replied as he bit at his bottom lip.
"Well, it's too hot in the cab of the truck. Wanna sit in the bed? We should both fit." She stated as she gave his back a pat then made her way to the bed of the truck and climbed in.
"Don't have to tell me twice." JJ muttered to himself with raised eyebrows as he kept his eyes fixed on her backside then followed her lead and crawled into the bed of the truck with her.
JJ laid in the bed of the truck and pulled her close, her head on his chest as they looked at the tops of the trees that gave them some semblance of shade in the late afternoon. The guilt he felt for bringing her dad's truck so far from home wavered as they watched the clouds pass overhead, and he felt her hands twist the hem of his shirt.
"You know, I think it counts as public indecency to have sex in the back of a truck, even on the side of the road. I think it's even worse because it's your dad's truck. So, I think he'll haunt me if I touch you." JJ smirked as he kept his eyes on the treetops but let her fingers wander beneath the hem of his shirt.
"I think he'll forgive you this one time." She smiled as she rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips, her hands on his shoulders for balance.
"I don't know. Are dads super forgiving about stuff like that?" JJ laughed as he placed his hands on the small of her back and rolled her over, placing himself between her thighs.
"My dad was." She grinned as she ran a fingertip through nylon of his shark tooth necklace.
"You weren't dating me when he was around." JJ replied with raised eyebrows.
"You're right. Probably would've sent him into an even earlier grave." She giggled as JJ playfully pinched her thigh as it pressed against his hip.
"Rest his soul." JJ smirked before he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. He let out a sigh of relief as she pushed her hands through his hair then wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close.
JJ held his weight on his left forearm, while his right hand reached beneath the waistband of her shorts to twist around the strings of her bathing suit bottoms. With the simplest of tugs they would be undone, but JJ still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole public indecency thing.
"I love you, JJ. Thanks for fixing my dad's truck." She stated softly, her forehead pressed to his.
"I didn't fix it. But you're welcome, and I love you too." JJ replied before he pressed his lips to hers again, his hands on her lower back to brace her against the hard bed of the truck.
JJ could only focus on her fingers in his hair, and her thighs pressed to his hips. He didn't hear her kick off her shoes, but he did feel her toes touch the backs of his legs. His mind only focused on what was in front of him, and that was her mouth.
"Did you guys want me to drive around for a few minutes? Because I can come back."
Kiara's voice pulled the two of them from their frantic kisses. JJ pulled his hands from the waistband of his girlfriend's shorts, untangling his fingers from the strings of her bikini. He sat on his knees and brushed a hand through his hair as he looked down at his girlfriend towards Kiara.
"How..how long have you been there?" JJ asked as he cleared his throat, a hand extended down to his girlfriend to pull her upright to a sitting position.
"Long enough to know you're really handsy." Kiara chuckled as she walked around the front of the old truck and hitched it onto her own car.
"I'm not handsy." JJ muttered as he hopped out of the bed of the truck, turned to grab his girlfriend's hips and helped her down onto the dirt once more.
"You're all hands, JJ Maybank." She smiled up at him with a pat of his chest.
JJ shrugged as he gave her a playful smack on her backside, then nudged her towards Kiara's SUV. He grabbed the keys from her dad's truck on his way towards the other car and pocketed them. As he sat in the backseat on the way back to their destination he ran through all the scenarios he could think of that made the car stall then die at the side of the road.
Maybe it was just old, and passed it's prime. The inevitable bound to happen while JJ pushed on the gas pedal. Or maybe, JJ liked to think as they pulled back into her familiar driveway, someone looked over them that day and gave that car a burst of life for her. JJ didn't want to take any credit because they didn't make it anywhere.
JJ wanted the truck to run again, for real. He wanted it to be her truck. He would figure out how to make it run as good as any Kook convertible on the road, no matter how many times he had to go to the junkyard for spare parts.
"Thanks again, Kie." JJ nodded as he watched as Kiara backed up off the property after they had unhitched the truck from the SUV.
JJ stuck his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips and lost himself in thought. He jumped slightly when he felt her arms wrap around him from behind.
"Think you might want to bring those hands inside for a bit?" She asked as she placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder.
"Yup." JJ replied as he turned around, grabbed her hips and lifted her over his shoulder. He laid a swift smack on her backside and smiled as she gave him one back.
He wasn't the only one that was all hands.
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halstudandruz · 3 years
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Give In
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Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Requested: Yes
Prompt: Tragedy occurs after a night of passion
Warnings: swearing, talk of mentally abusive relationship, miscarriage/pregnancy loss
“Don’t come crying to me when you need support for that mistake.” Jared scoffed, bringing tears to your eyes at his words.
“I should’ve never come here.” You shook your head, “I should’ve listened to Jay.” You put your hand over your stomach protectively.
“Oh here we go again. Because Jay knows everything, and I’m supposed to believe that’s my kid and not his in there? Spare me.” He laughed in your face.
“How many times do I have to fucking tell you I haven’t slept with him.” You yelled, getting angrier by the second.
“At least I can admit I fucked Sarah.” He shrugged.
“Well, I caught you so it’s not like you had an opportunity to lie.” You reminded him.
“I was doing perfectly fine the last 4 months. I must say though, I’m quite glad I won’t have to sit here and watch you get any fatter.” He smirked, a cocky look on his face. Trying to hurt you with his words.
“You’re such a jackass. I’m done with this.” You turned walking out of your once shared apartment, slamming the door behind you.
Jay had told you not to go there. Told you it would end bad, but you thought he deserved to know. He might’ve been a terrible boyfriend, but you figured he deserved a chance to be a decent father, but as always Jay was right. You and Jared had been together for over a year and your relationship was a rollercoaster. He was charming, but manipulative. He never hurt you physically, but he knew all the right ways to hurt you with his words, to make you feel self conscious, less than, and crazy. Then you found him in bed with your old friend, and that was the end of it. You finally had the courage to leave that you had been searching for. Except a couple months later you made the mistake of spending the night with him. The case you had that week really got to you. You were out drinking with your team when you caught Jay leaving with a nurse from Chicago Med, and jealousy reared its ugly head harder than ever before. Without thinking you ended up in front of your old apartment and the night did not end there. A month later you found out you were pregnant. Karma’s a bitch. Jay was the first person you told.
“You’re joking.” He looked at you shocked as you both stood in the break room.
“Believe me I wish I was.” You looked helplessly at him.
“Okay well what are you going to do?” He eventually asked after the shock wore off some.
“I’m gonna go apartment hunting this week. I swear I’ll be out soon.” You answered.
“What? No that’s not what I meant. I meant about the douchebag of the equation.” He explained.
“I mean I have to tell him.” You answered.
“What? No you don’t. You shouldn’t.” He countered.
“It’s his too Jay.” You tried to reason.
“[Y/N], if you go over there it’s going to end one of two ways. He somehow manipulates you into forgiving him or he hurts you worse than he already has.” He argued.
“So what am I supposed to do? Just lie to my kid when they’re old enough to ask questions?” You said.
“When did this even happen? You’ve been broken up for over a mon-“ He started to ask, but Adam interrupted your conversation peeking his head in.
“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt,” he looked between you two suspiciously, “but we got a ping on Rudder’s phone.” He informed you guys as you followed him out the door.
You and Jay had been partners for 3 years. He was very standoffish when you first started. You were informed through the grapevine his last partner had left him and moved to New York. So, he had every right to be skeptical, but your relationship eventually progressed and you had a dynamic unlike any other. However, you were also like any other girl that came into contact with the younger Halstead, taken back by his good looks and determined yet soft nature, but he was just your partner. You worked together. You couldn’t get involved, and he was going through a rough break up. It wasn’t fair to try anything. Unfortunately, that didn’t lessen your attraction any further and it only got worse as your relationship developed.
Jay had offered to let you move in with him after you had caught Jared. You planned on finding an apartment right away, but things kept getting in the way and Jay wasn’t trying to push you out the door. Walking into his apartment you laid your keys on the stand hanging up your purse and coat before walking further in to find Jay sitting on the couch watching TV. Turning to face you he sighed immediately getting up to hug you, no words needing to be spoken. The anger finally took over showing itself by the tears that began to soak Jay’s neck. Eventually you gathered yourself moving to sit by him on the couch.
“I should’ve listened to you.” You laughed attempting to wipe the tears off your face. A small smile appeared on Jay’s lips as he shook his head.
“No, you shouldn’t have. You were right. This baby deserves the best life ever, and it wouldn’t have been fair to them if you didn’t give him a choice.” He said, hand tickling your stomach, making it flip at his touch.
“I just wish he made the right one.” You admitted, laughing.
“You deserve better. I’ve been telling you that since day one. I hated seeing how he treated you, how he changed you. You’ve always been too good for him, and you deserve someone who gives you and this little peanut the world.” He replied.
“Why can’t it be you?” You said after a few minutes of silence.
“What?” He looked at you confused, eyebrows scrunched.
“Do you know how this happened?” You gestured to your stomach.
“Of course I know how it happened.” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“No,” you shook your head adjusting yourself, “I mean do you know when this happened?” You reiterated.
“No. I didn’t want to pry.” He admitted.
“It was the night Hazel stayed over.” You explained, and guilt flushed over his face.
“[Y/N], I told you I was sorry about that. This is your apartment now too. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or feel like you couldn’t come home.” He started to apologize, making you laugh.
“No, Jay. I didn’t want to come home because I was jealous.” You said waiting for it to click.
“Jealous of what?” He looked even more confused making you frustrated.
“Oh my god Jay. Of you and her! Of you with her!” You huffed throwing your hands in the air. Taking a deep breath you shook your head, “I just didn’t want to come back and see her here, or god forbid hear her. When all I wanted was to be the one in your room.” You admitted getting nauseous at the thought of them together.
“I don’t know what to say.” He sighed after a few minutes of grappling within his own head.
“Oh god. I’m sorry I should’ve never said anything.” Your embarrassment took over, feeling your face turn red you moved to stand up and hurry out of the room, but he pulled you back down beside him, closer this time.
“No. Don’t be. It’s just...I wish it was as easy as that. Believe me I do..” He said, breath noticeably quickening at the thought.
“It can be.” You replied after a couple seconds of intense silence.
“[Y/N], we work together, we’re partners, you’re having someone else’s baby. There’s a lot of factors.” He explained, but you could tell he was trying to convince himself.
“Do you want this as bad as I do?” You asked gently, resting your hand on his, but he stayed quiet. “Just for one night. Can’t we just give into ourselves for one night?” You bargained your face inching closer with each thought, “if you don’t want this I promise I’ll go to bed now and we can never speak of this again.” You stopped a few inches from his face refusing to make the move. The decision was in his hands now. His eyes searched your face, breathing heavy, and you watched the moment his resolve gave away, throwing caution to the wind and groaning a quiet,
“[Y/N].” Before he closed the distance his lips meeting yours in an urgency you had never felt before.
You were woken up by a sharp pain in your stomach. Turning to roll on your back you collided with warm skin, belonging to someone who grunted pulling you closer with the arm wrapped around your waist. Remembering who it was you felt a small smile appear on your lips, but it was stolen away by another pain radiating from your abdomen. Wincing you gently lifted Jay’s arm attempting to slide out from under it, brain registering the wetness you felt between your legs. Jesus, you liked him and all, but you figured you could control yourself a little instead of waking up completely ready to go again. Shaking your head you slipped off the bed, the liquid between your legs growing, becoming a little too prominent with the accompanied pains. “Jay.” you croaked out voice hoarse, terror immediately coming to surface as the red came into view. He didn’t stir. “Jay!” You tried again bracing yourself against the bed as a dizziness started to swirl in your mind. At your insistence he grunted eyes slowly opening.
“[Y/N]?” He asked blinking and attempting to reach for where you lay minutes prior.
“Jay, somethings wrong.” You began to cry, panic obvious in your voice by the quivering, but trying not to scare him. You watched as his awareness finally clicked seconds later, sitting straight up in bed looking from the blood stained sheet to you. Another cramp hitting, this time making you fall to your knees just as Jay reached you, pulling you back up in his arms. Somehow throwing a shirt on in the process.
“Alright come on I got you. It’s alright baby. You’re okay.” He hurriedly helped you put shorts on as you had only been sporting his shirt from the night before. Cradling you in his arms, running down to his truck, and burning tire towards the hospital, lights and sirens echoing in the background while he weaved through traffic, pulling up to the doors of Chicago Med not too long after. Your head was shoved in his chest breathing through the pain. You felt lightheaded barely aware of all that was happening as you heard Jay yelling for a nurse before sitting you down in a wheelchair.
“I’m assuming you’re the father? Otherwise we can’t permit you-“ The nurse began to ask, even more panic taking over at the thought of being alone before you heard Jay answer with a simple,
“Yes.” After a few tests were done your suspicions were confirmed. You had lost the baby, and you didn’t know how to feel. Jay climbed into bed beside you pulling you into his chest letting the sobs soak his shirt while he rubbed you back, “I’m so sorry. I’m right here though, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. It’s all going to be okay.” He promised kissing your head, and if it wasn’t for the man holding you, you weren’t sure if you ever would’ve believed that.
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