#v overwhelmed by my long ass to do list

[atimefordragons]

Tauba tumhare yeh ishare Hum to deewane hai tumhare Raaz yeh kaise khol rahi ho Tum aankhon se bol rahi ho Jaadoo aate hai tumko sare

#chalte chalte #tauba tumhare ishare #bollywood #shahrukh khan #shah rukh khan #rani mukerji #srk #srkedit #southasiansource #2000s bollywood #dailybollywoodqueens #dailyfilmtvgifs #my edits #clara's edits #mine #my gifs #gif set #just a little edit #v overwhelmed by my long ass to do list #also in a mood so tryna get that serotonin #lol #bollywoodedit #dailybollywood

[junggunz]

blood on me ft. gun park | 🔞

summary: your former mentor cuts you from training under him without any reason. when he finally speaks to you after weeks of radio silence, you're shocked by the confession he makes. cw: fembodied!reader, smut, long ass build up tbh sorry, established relationship, power imbalances - reader was a candidate for becoming gun's successor, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, gun is lowkey a creep ngl, wc: 3k an: omg i can finally cross ONE thing off my to do list after this long smh. as usual, im killing two birds with one stone. someone asked for gun + sixty nining ages ago and i have an entire playlist of song fics to do. if you've seen the playlist, ignore the fact i skipped a few songs lmao.

temporary shame, I know you like the taste.

Rejected Prodigy. It’s your contact name in Gun’s phone. But he would never let you know that he even bothered to go through the hassle of finding your phone number number. Or the fact that he’s been secretly tracking your location just to see what you’re up to without needing to actually speak to you. Fascination borderlining on obsession was the best way to describe how Gun felt toward you. 

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t impressed by your fighting prowess. Goo had once made a comment that didn’t sit well with your soul, provoking you to knock him out was just a small display of just how much strength you held in such an unassuming body. 

Alongside god tier level fighting skills, you had impeccable leadership. A natural talent for making money. And your gorgeous face that was more than enough to get others to bend to your will was the cherry on top. Despite the way you subtly reminded Gun of Samuel in his earlier days with the way you desperately craved his approval, you were the perfect candidate to be his replacement for when he wanted to retire. 

However, Gun eventually cuts you off. He has no problem announcing it in front of all the other candidates that there are multiple reasons why you’re eliminated. As much as you pressed and tried to pry to get Gun to divulge his thought process to you, he wouldn’t relent or explain what those reasons were. In his mind, Gun is aware that the reasons he decided to sever ties with you are petty but that doesn’t mean much to him; the idea of having to utter the exact reasons to your face about your disqualification is what keeps him tight lipped and fills him with shame. 

If getting his arm broken by Daniel was better than any night Gun had with a woman, having you give him a concussion sent him straight to Nirvana. During a one on one training session against him, sparring with you had left Gun with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. You made it impossible for him to focus on anything besides how your body feels against him when you put him into a chokehold. With how intoxicating your fragrance is, it was almost like he found comfort in you crushing his windpipe. He was more than willing to pass out in your embrace. Most— if not all— of the sweat he shed had come from a place of his body burning up with lust rather than physical exertion. Seeing that you had the physical strength to overwhelm him, the last thing he wanted was to give you an emotional upperhand by making you aware of how he felt toward you. 

Meanwhile, Gun rejecting you after all his arduous training you endured was enough to push you to resent him. Having him break your spirit this way felt akin to a romantic heartbreak and it was the most revolting experience you’ve had. You couldn’t stand how much time you wasted trying to get his approval. How much effort you put toward attempting to impress a cold blooded killer. What pissed you off even more was the slight chance that he was just fucking with you for the hell of it. Faced with the task of trying to figure out how to best serve the cold platter of revenge to him, the infamous Shiro Oni occupied way more space in your mind than you would like to admit. 

You don’t keep track of how long you’ve gone without seeing your former mentor, but Gun sure does. It’s exactly 4 weeks. 1 day. 1 hour. And approximately 24 minutes since the two of you cross paths. With how tenacious you seemed about being accepted by him, Gun assumed that you would be the one to reach out to him first. Preferably groveling and begging for another chance, but you showing off your talents to sway him was something he wouldn’t pass up either. Your pride doesn’t allow you to seek him out and instead, he is the one who has to make the sacrifice; showing up to where you were hanging out for the day. 

Gun expected you to be delighted to see him again, perhaps elated by thoughts of him giving you a second chance. You’re not. He expected you to lash out at him once he noticed the look of annoyance cross your face upon locking eyes with him. You don’t. Your lack of reaction shouldn’t make him want you even more; but it does anyway. And with how much distance that’s been put between the two of you, his heart has grown quite fond of you. Even if he wouldn’t use that exact verbiage.

When you try to leave the area, Gun closes the distance between the two of you with just a few strides of his long legs and catches you by the wrist, holding you in an ironclad grip that frustrates you as much as it renders you stuck. With how weakly you try to escape his grasp, Gun begins to ponder why you hadn’t pulled one of your various tricks to shake him. Wishful thinking wants to believe that you secretly like his touch. However, he could admit that his thoughts tend to get deluded when it comes to you.

“Come with me, I think we should have a little chat.” Gun tells you, not really giving you any other option besides following him peacefully or making a scene in public. Quite honestly, you don’t care about causing a disturbance but you find yourself going along with Gun anyway solely because you’re curious about what he was to say. 

The nearest private space happens to be his car and he doesn’t think twice before opening the door for you and not so gently ushering you into the passenger seat before he gets into the driver’s side. He’s quick to lock the doors from his seat and when you hear the locks click, you groan loudly.

“You reject me and now you’re holding me hostage. What the hell is your issue?” You snap, looking at him with your brows furrowed. 

“You’re my issue.” Gun responds without missing a beat, dark eyes holding your gaze; the expression he wears is one you haven’t seen before and it makes you freeze up. “You wanna know why I eliminated you?”

You brace yourself, expecting him to tear you down and go into excruciating detail about every single one of your shortcomings. Having experienced it first hand when he humiliated you in front of the other candidates, you know Gun isn’t one to spare anyone’s feelings. If you were terrible at something, he had no problem picking you apart and if you did well…sometimes he’d give you a compliment. It was all a matter of how nice he was feeling in the moment. 

You waited for him to spit his venom at you and eat away at the last shred of respect you had for him. But it never comes. Instead, you get his scarred hand grabbing your face and staring you down with narrowed eyes that resemble the icy and collected yet predatory stare of a snake. 

“I can’t have a successor that makes me lose focus while training.” Gun says to you through gritted teeth almost as if it pains him to tell you this. 

Hearing this from him doesn’t give you the closure you sought out and only prompts more questions to arise in your mind. Keeping your eyes locked on his, he doesn’t see your hand reaching for his wrist and going for the pressure point. Inhaling sharply at the sudden shock, he releases your jaw from his hold with an anguished laugh.

“Are you fucking serious? That’s it?” You practically snarl, your gaze being fiery enough to cause him to feel suffocated with the intense atmosphere the two of you sit in. 

“What were you expecting to hear?” He questions as a lopsided smirk graces his lips. “If it were simply a matter of you being unskilled, I'd have no problem announcing that to everyone else. It’d be embarrassing if I had to admit out loud that you were rejected just because you evoke more…primal emotions within me.”

Upon hearing Gun’s admission, you need to stay quiet for a bit. You knew if you said something immediately, all that would come from your mouth is a series of curses and swears that would make a sailor blush. Jaw tensing up, your anger steadily bubbling within you, your emotional control is really being tested. The petty reason for your disqualification makes you want to rip his head off, yet you’re filled with a sense of pride knowing that you now know one of Gun’s weak spots. 

All the days you spent toiling over ideas of getting back at him weren’t in vain because now you were being rewarded with him telling you verbatim that it’s you who’s his Achilles heel. Expression softening as you fall into the role of a temptress, you call out to him like a Siren; your hand boldly settling on his inner thigh. 

“Don’t waste anymore time telling me how you feel and just show me.” You taunt him, eyes glossed over with a dangerous lust that challenges him to cross the threshold and forever alter the relationship dynamic the two of you had. “I would have never guessed that all those times I caught you staring at me, you were looking at me with lust and not just criticism.” You muse, mostly to yourself. Even if you were using sex as a means of messing with his mind, there was no denying that you would no longer see him as a former mentor who bruised your ego and he wouldn’t view you as the star pupil he had to drop due to conflicts of interest. 

There’s nothing at stake for the two of you and it’s exactly why you let Gun take you back to his place. As soon as the door closes behind you, you have a moment where you almost want to back out; knowing that making Gun think you wanted him back only to leave him high and dry would be enough of a mindfuck for him. But when you feel his lips collide with yours, the unmistakable sense of carnality he kisses you with is infectious. You find yourself genuinely craving him and needing to feel more of him even if you had never thought of him that way prior. 

Barely getting your shoes off, Gun embraces you in an almost possessive manner, trapping your frame in his arms and forcing you to feel just how hot he got for you. 

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you get off so easily.” He murmurs against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss. 

You should have known better to think for even for a second that he would permit you to leave once he’s finally gotten you back. It took a lot of effort for him to set aside his pride and be vulnerable with you about how he felt. But Gun swore to himself that he would make sure he dragged you down with him into the pit of maddening lust he was wading through. 

Clothes fly off in a frenzy, tarnishing the once immaculate space of his penthouse and leave a trail of garments that lead down the hall to his bedroom. It’s a fight to get you into the position he wants; however, that only made the experience more exhilarating for him. 

Despite you being the one on top, you’re rendered into a state of vulnerability due to how exposed you are. Your pussy in his face, his rough hands anchored on your ass to keep you in place to prevent you from wriggling out of his hold.  Any semblance of power slips out of your hands when you start moaning along his cock while Gun’s tongue starts to lap at your clit. Not wanting to be outdone by him, the one hand you keep on his shaft tightens its hold; jerking him faster while you continue to suckle on the head of his length and tease the tip with your tongue. You’re pleased by how easily it causes him to buck his hips into your mouth, but you hate how his size makes you gag and drool around him. Sputtering and gasping as you pull your mouth off of him, a choked out moan escapes you while Gun eats you out so voraciously. 

“You’re just good at everything, aren’t you?” Gun chuckles softly into your flesh, trying to mask the moan that tickles his throat when he feels your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock and digging into the slit. It’s an involuntary response when his hips buck into your mouth, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. The uncomfortable stretch of your jaw grounds you in the moment, letting you know that this wasn’t some fucked up dream portraying the deepest secrets of your subconscious. You were seriously topping off Gun. Drooling all over his perfect cock like some brain dead slut. In his bed—while his tongue worked your soaked folds and gifted you a pleasure you didn’t think was humanly possible.  

When your need for oxygen finally outweighs your desire to make him cum, you pull away from his cock; panting heavily while one hand continues to pump him sloppily and the other almost lovingly caresses his balls.

“I fucking hate you.” You mutter in that breathy voice that Gun had become oh so enamored with whenever you spoke to him after the two of you would finish sparring. Senses clouded by each flick of his sinful tongue against your private parts, you can’t even string together the words to mock him when you feel his cock twitching in your palm.  

“If you hate me so much, why are you so wet?” He coos in a sickeningly sweet tone, one his hands relinquishing the tight hold on your ass before he dips one of his long fingers into your pussy; a pleased hum rumbling in his throat as he feels how your walls slurp up the lone digit. “Why are you working so hard to make me cum if you hate me?” 

Thankful that he couldn’t currently see the look of embarrassment that washes over your face, your grip on his cock tightens at the sound of him patronizing you. Your hold is so rigid, it almost hurts but Gun was keen on the pain. In retaliation, two more fingers join the one he had inside of you and you whine at the stretch. Your hips lurch buck incessantly; unsure whether you wanted more of him or if you were trying to escape. Alas, he had made it clear early on that any attempts of getting away from him were futile. 

“So wet but still so fucking tight like a virgin. I hope you don’t bleed on my sheets.” He laughs darkly, both of you knowing that his fingers couldn’t compare to the girthy length you currently held in your hand. Fully giving into the demons of lust, your body slackens on top of Gun’s as you lean in to take his cock into your mouth again now that your breathing has evened out.  

There’s an obvious switch that’s been triggered in your brain. You definitely feel the change—and so can Gun as your tongue drags along the veins of his cock with even more precision and care. All efforts to make him cum first are in vain and you end up with quivering thighs and ragged breathing while you're overcome with a bliss you've never known until now. Your obscene moans are mostly muffled due to your mouth being filled by Gun’s length, your lips are poutier than usual when he gently pulls you away and you have no other choice but to admit your defeat. 

Limbs oh so malleable and your mind vacant as a result of the intensity of your orgasm, your resistance is the least of Gun’s worries when he rearranges your body on top of his. There’s no time to fuss or fret about how much you secretly enjoy the feeling of laying back against his broad, muscular chest before he’s grabbing you by the back of the knees to keep your legs apart while the tip of his cock breaches your entrance. Writhing in his hold, you take in each inch with little whimpers trying to get past your lips; the stretch blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. Not even giving you a moment to gather yourself, Gun is rutting his hips up into you, his veiny cock gliding in and out of your hole with his feet firmly planted on to his bed to aid him in keeping his consistently quick pace.                                                                                                                                      

Squeezing your eyes shut, you endure being split open by him. You felt like you were being carried off into cloud nine as the sting of his cock stretching you out had now blossomed into a mind numbing pleasure. Being rendered into this state of submissiveness by your former mentor caused you to give up on thinking about anything else but the sensation of his heavy cock filling you up and hitting all the right spots with minimal effort. The low groans and growls you could hear him emitting from behind you had been the cherry on top, making you even more excited. 

“We could make this a regular thing if you like it this much, you know?” Gun mumbles in your ear as if he was able to sift through the simple thoughts drifting in your mind. 

Whether or not you wanted to fall back into the routine of seeing Gun on a weekly basis and doing a different type of cardio would linger in your head. But for now, all you wanted was to test both your limits and see how much elation he could bring you in one night.

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #lookism gun x reader #gun x reader #gun park scenarios #gun park smut #junggunz.txt

[hippiegoth97]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

A/N: Hey, everybody! I just wanted to post a special V-Day chapter from my long-form story, Into the Fire, on here for the holiday. There's not really any 'spoilers', per se. But if you like, please feel free to check out the whole story on Wattpad! This is technically chapter sixty, but I think you can read it as a one-off, too!

Description: You've been struggling to get a handle on the numerous things in your life lately. Planning your wedding, working at The Hawk theater, finishing college. It's all so much. But, Eddie plans a special Valentine's date for you, doing his best to relieve your built-up stress...

Warnings: swearing, female reader. smut, light alcohol use, fingering, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, heavy kissing/groping, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, oral sex, squirting, fluff, engaged!reader, engaged!eddiemunson, reader is 21/Eddie is 24, reader is Dustin Henderson's older sister, Eddie and reader live together, and they have a cute black cat named Arwen (I think that's everything you need to know <3)

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

The following few weeks after Eddie's proposal are, in one word, intense. You've got more than too much on your plate lately. Between being in the throes of your final semester of college, to working your ass off at the Hawk keeping the underlings in line, your few remaining waking hours have been spent on wedding-planning. You've enlisted the help of Robin, your maid of honor, as well as Nancy, a bridesmaid, and your mother. Erica is your third and final pick for the bridal party, but she's far too busy with her own schoolwork to help you out. Besides, Mom was practically chomping at the bit to bestow a stack of bridal magazines unto you.

Thus far, planning has been a frenzied mess. You'd hoped that having Nancy around would help you and the other women keep level heads. But that couldn't be further from the truth. You've spent hours and hours with the three of them, circling China patterns, dog-earring pages of wedding gowns, bickering about floral arrangements. You've figured out very few aspects of the wedding at all, besides the guest list and the band. Eddie insisted Corroded Coffin, with Jeff as the front-man, play the reception. He hasn't had much input otherwise, so you agreed. Plus, they've agreed to play any songs you want, and for a very affordable rate. And who are you to turn up your nose at a good deal? It's a known fact within...well, humanity, that weddings aren't cheap.

Despite the numerous, tedious meetings you've been hosting in your apartment, you find yourself right back at square one every time. It's overwhelming. You've got too many voices in your ear, when you assumed four heads would be better than one. By the time everyone leaves for the night, you're left with an overpowering sense of doom. Like nothing you say, or think, or feel about what's meant to be such a momentous day matters.

Eddie tries his best to be of help, soothing your stress headaches and talking you down from hyper-ventilating spirals. You don't even have to explain much of it to him, he's gotten quite an earful by just hanging out in the bedroom while these groupings take place. But it appears that every time he puts you back together, the next time your 'helpers' come over makes you fall apart all over again. You're certain that he's frustrated by it, you definitely are yourself. But he's never shown it, not in an obvious way, at least. Maybe an occasional deep sigh here, or a slight eye roll there. But he never makes you feel like you're burdening him. He would never do that.

"Sweetheart, you fell asleep on the couch again." Eddie whispers, shaking you awake.

"What?" You ask groggily, blinking your eyes open. You find yourself laid out on the sofa, magazines littered with post-its and pen marks covering you in a blanket of glossy paper. An uncapped pen rests stiffly in your hand, it's a wonder you didn't scribble on yourself in your sleep. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eds. I didn't mean to stay up so late with all this." Your neck is sore from sleeping awkwardly on your side, and your clothes from last night cling to you with light sweat. You let out a groan as you twist your head side to side in an effort to alleviate the pain. You move to sit up, a few of the mags slipping down onto the floor.

"It's alright, babydoll. I know making everything perfect is important to you." Eddie replies patiently, bending down to pick up the mess.

"Yeah, spending hours arguing with my mother about hydrangeas and puffy white dresses is real perfect." You scoff, stacking the rest of the magazines on the coffee table.

"Well, maybe it would help to take a break from all the planning, hm?" He suggests, a sly smile on his lips. "A special Valentine's surprise, perhaps?" He says lowly while looking at you from the floor, waiting for a response. He's completely sure you've forgotten about the romantic holiday, which he doesn't blame you for. Life's been kicking your ass lately, and he only wants to make it better.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot!" You scold yourself, smacking your forehead. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I've been a terrible fiancé lately." You sigh, grabbing hold of Eddie's face to plant kisses all over him to beg for forgiveness.

"No you're not, Y/N. You just have a lot goin' on. Which is why I planned everything out, to make tonight totally perfect." Eddie chuckles as you litter his flesh with wet smooches, his hands rubbing your shoulders to let you know it's okay.

"Really?" You stop kissing him, confused that he's somehow fine with you neglecting him. "Are you sure I deserve that? I know we haven't had a lot of time together lately, and even less sex. I mean, I've barely even sucked your c-"

"Angel, it's fine." He cuts you off from your self-flagulating rant, speaking to you calmly. He cups your cheek, giving you a warm smile. "Just promise it'll only be me and you tonight. No catalogs, no classes, no customers. Fair enough?"

"More than fair." You nod happily, placing your lips on his for a real kiss. "And I may have forgotten what today is, but I did remember to get you a present." You say eagerly, biting your lip.

"Oh, did you now? When did you ever find the time?" He teases.

"Somewhere between sleepless nights, I'm sure." You giggle, hopping off of the couch to go dig his present out of your special hiding place. The small cabinet above the fridge, where it's too small and high up to store anything kitchen-related. You climb up onto the counter, leaning over to open the cabinet. You pull out a rectangular bundle wrapped in red tissue paper, excitedly jumping back down to the floor afterwards. Eddie stands up to meet you, and you hold the present out to him. "For you, my love."

Eddie takes the gift from you, and tears open the paper to reveal a beautifully crafted leather journal with a three-headed dragon engraved on the front. A smaller matching pouch sits on top, with some fancy pens inside of it. You'd found this gorgeous set at the new-agey shop downtown, beside some bundles of sage and a shelf full of spell books. "These are beautiful, princess." Eddie says, in awe of how detailed the leather work is, his hand running over the hundreds of etched-in scales on the dragon.

"I noticed your notebooks have been getting pretty full lately, figured you could use a new one. For all your amazing drawings and ideas." You explain, adoring the look of wonder on his face. You're so glad he likes them. Although, you could probably wrap up his old socks and still manage to 'wow' him.

"Thank you sweetheart, this is perfect." Eddie rewards you with a tender kiss, his free arm wrapping around you to hold you close.

"I'm glad you like it, Eds." You say softly, fighting back the sudden urge to cry. It's come over you unexpectedly, you suppose it's all that racked-up guilt from the last few weeks. Your bottom lip trembles, betraying your efforts to hide and not ruin this day.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He tuts, wondering what he said or did to upset you. You shake your head, failing to prevent your eyes from tearing up. You know you're being silly. You shouldn't feel bad after he's assured you that everything is fine. "C'mere, love. Talk to me." He insists, leading you to sit back down with him on the couch.

"It's stupid, Eds. Really." You reply through a stifled sob.

"Honey, if it's making you this upset, I'm sure it isn't stupid." Eddie strokes your arms to coax you into talking to him.

You take a minute before answering. "I-I know you said it's fine, but I still feel bad for being so busy all the time. I know I shouldn't, but I do anyway." You explain sadly, searching his eyes for frustration or disappointment, but you find none.

"That's okay, Y/N. I mean, I don't want you to feel bad, obviously. But I don't want you to hide your true feelings from me, either. Just feel 'em, cry it out, and we'll have our romantic date later. 'Kay?" Eddie says, loving as ever. He hates seeing you so sad, over something perfectly normal. But he can't say he wouldn't feel the same if the roles were reversed, if his job and other things in his life monopolized his time instead of you.

"Okay." You nod, shrinking yourself down into his embrace. You're relieved as you break it down for him. How hard work and your classes have been, how Mom and the others have been driving you absolutely crazy. It's nice to let it all out, the stress slowly evaporating alongside your tears. You feel sane again, and less like your head is going to explode. "So, what'd you get me?" You ask, now able to focus on the lovey-dovey activities this special day will bring.

"Sorry, not telling. But you'll find out tonight, babydoll." Eddie chuckles, grateful for your brightening mood.

"Whatever you say, love. You mind making breakfast?" Your stomach growls at the thought of some French toast.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He gives you a brief peck, before getting up to make you some food.

"Mew." Arwen signals her arrival as he hops up onto the couch to see you. She comes right over to your lap, making biscuits on your thighs.

"Good morning, little one. Did you keep daddy company last night?" You ask her, raising a hand to give her some scratches.

"Mew." She replies, closing her eyes and purring loudly at your loving touch.

"I'll take that as a yes." You smile down at the cat, gently rubbing the bridge of her nose. She loves when you do that, instantly melting into your lap. You continue to pet her as Eddie cooks breakfast, joining him at the table once it's ready. You devour the bacon, eggs, and syrupy French toast like a woman starved. You'd forgotten to eat dinner last night after the others had left, too focused on trying to pick out the perfect color scheme. Every last bite is exactly what you need, filling you up nicely.

Once the plates are cleared away, Eddie leads you down the hall to take a shower with him. He turns on the water, and helps you remove your clothes before taking off his own. He sets out a couple fluffy towels, and lets you get under the hot rushing water first. It soaks through your hair and skin, encasing you like a warm blanket. The heat feels good on your neck, as well as Eddie's firm hands that come up to rub your knotted flesh. "You gotta stop sleepin' on that couch, babydoll. Gonna really hurt yourself one of these days." He coos to you as his fingers work to untangle your muscles.

"I know, Eds." You sigh blissfully, backing your body into his. His taut chest meets your back, and you can feel his cock pressing into your ass. He's only half-hard, as he usually is whenever he sees you naked. "Feels good to have your hands on me, though." You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head so he can get your other side more thoroughly.

"I'm well aware, angel. Why else do you think I use them so much?" He chuckles lowly, bringing his lips to kiss your shoulder. A pit of lust forms in your stomach at the contact, only growing deeper as his mouth travels slowly towards your throat. Your heart begins to beat faster, your chest practically heaving from his touch. It's barely anything at all, but neither of you have been getting much in the way of intimacy lately. Eddie continues massaging your neck, eliciting quiet moans from you all the while. His cock stiffens with each one, poking you more and more firmly as the seconds pass. When he deems your neck adequately attended to, his lips lay a blazing trail along your throat. And his left hand snakes down the front of your body, making a small detour at your breast. He cups and squeezes the mound of your chest.

"Eddie..." You whimper, pushing yourself further into him. His thumb and forefinger roll your nipple in their grip, gently tweaking it. You can sense how soaked you are for him, despite the hot water rushing down your chest, stomach, and thighs.

"Let me make you feel good, sweetheart." Eddie purrs in your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.

"What about you?" You ask, turning your head to look back at him.

"We'll worry about me later. It's your turn right now." He says sweetly, his eyes blown wide with desire. Sure, his dick is getting very hard, precum leaking profusely from its tip. But he wants to make you come undone more than anything. You've been putting yourself through the wringer lately, you need this. You give him a silent nod, facing forward again. "Good girl." He praises, nipping your neck with his teeth. His hand ventures lower, running across your belly and effortlessly dipping between your thighs.

"Fuck." Your hips buck once his middle finger brushes against your clit, but his free arm wraps around you to keep you close to him. He rubs lazy circles on your bud, occasionally sliding through your folds to spread your arousal.

"So fuckin' wet for me, baby." Eddie groans against your throat, leaving a dark hickey in his wake.

"Only for you, love." You moan in response, your hands gripping at his hairy thighs for purchase. These few seconds of pleasure he's brought you so far are more than enough to have your knees giving out.

"That's right... just for me." He chuckles darkly, teasing your tight entrance with the tips of his fingers. Barely dipping inside half a centimeter, before ducking out again. "You're my girl...my fiancé...and soon, you'll be my wife. All mine, my perfect little slut." He speaks explicitly into your ear, his breath fanning hotly against you as his thick fingers finally dive inside your pussy.

"Yours, all yours!" You moan loudly at his digits filling you up, your nails digging into his legs. Eddie curls his knuckles slowly at first, marveling at your obscene noises. Your head has fallen back against his shoulder, your eyes blissfully closed as sensation builds inside of you. Your lips are parted enough to let out delicious whimpers and utterances of his name, and your cunt squelches around his fingers as he fucks them into you.

"God, you're already so fucked for me...been too long. Hasn't it, love?" He asks, increasing his pace just a little.

"Yes, fuck, I've missed this." You nod your head.

"So have I, darling." Eddie kisses you again, curling and thrusting his fingers more roughly now. His fingertips hit your sweetspot with precision, pressing the spongey bit of flesh again and again.

"Oh, god. Just like that, Eddie. Don't stop." You moan to him how good it feels, how perfectly he's able to reach inside you.

"Yeah? You like the way I fuck your pretty little pussy? You're makin' such a mess on my hand, sweetheart." He continues to talk dirty in a groaning tone, every word building your pleasure up. Your juices are pooling in his palm, spilling over to coat your thighs. His cock rubs against your ass absently, desperate for friction. Watching you fall apart like this is driving him crazy, and you can feel his excitement dripping down the curve of your ass.

"Turn around, Eds. I wanna touch you too." You beg, itching to get your hands on him. You try to swivel yourself around, but it's a bit hard to do in this position.

"Relax, Y/N. You'll get what you want." Eddie coos, stilling you with his arm so you don't get hurt. He carefully pulls his hand away, allowing you to face him. You immediately grab hold of his throbbing dick, stroking him with your wetted hand. "Fuck, baby. So impatient." He chuckles through a groan. He savors your touch on him for a moment, watching your hollowed fist pump up and down his length. Pearly pre-cum oozes from him with every stroke, needy sounds escaping his lips. He leads you back against the shower wall, and slips his fingers into your cunt again. His free hand cages you in, his musky scent filling your nostrils as it's yet to be washed away.

"I love you, darling." You say softly, your breath catching in your throat as Eddie adopts a faster pace than before. The coil inside you grows tighter, and you gaze adoringly into his eyes as he pounds you.

"I love you too, princess." He grunts, eyes rolling back slightly as you rub his swollen cockhead with your thumb. He won't last much longer if you keep it up. Eddie presses his lips to yours as you hastily get each other off, his tongue tangling with your own instantly. You make out heavily under the rain of the shower head, murmuring thoughtless phrases along the lines of 'faster, harder' and 'feels so good, baby'. Your minds run a mile a minute, hands pumping rabidly, tongues dancing with unwavering hunger. Wet noises fill the room alongside your moans. You don't want to stop kissing, or touching. Not for a single second. Your bodies ache for one another, it's a miracle you're able to resist full-on fucking until later on. You have to make each other cum, now more than ever.

"I'm getting close, baby. Your fingers feel so good inside me, please make me cum." You moan as your high is about to take you over. Your walls flutter around Eddie's hand, signaling your end.

"I'mright there, too, angel. Just keep stroking my cock, be a good girl for me." Eddie groans back, his stomach threatening to tense any second now.

"Oh, god, fuck!" You cry out as your orgasm bursts inside your core, consuming your entire being in roaring flames. You clamp down around Eddie's fingers, sticky release gushing out of you. Your thighs tremble, near enough to make you fall over.

"Shit..." He gasps, before letting out a loud moan. His hips stutter, bucking against your hand as thick ropes of white shoot out of his cock. They spill onto your fingers, your stomach, even your tits. He slumps forward, burying his head in your neck until his high slips away. You're left sweaty and panting against the wall for a few minutes, exchanging a couple more flaming kisses in the aftermath. You pull away at some point, with you releasing his cock from your grip, while he slips his fingers out of you. You taste Eddie's cum on your hand, humming in satisfaction at the sweetness of it. He does the same, sucking his wrinkled fingers clean. "You have no idea how much I needed that, babydoll." Eddie grins, taking your hand in his.

"Believe me, I needed it just as much as you did." You smile back, reaching for the shampoo. "We'd better wash up before the hot water runs out." You squirt some of the soap into your hands, before passing the bottle off to him.

You spend the brief amount of time you have to shower in a comfortable temperature getting yourselves nice and squeaky clean. Afterwards, you slip into some comfy pajamas and curl up together on the couch. Eddie pops in one of the cheesy romantic movies you'd rented into the VCR, pulling a blanket over the two of you to get comfortable. He keeps you close in his arms, making you feel warm and secure as he always does. This lazy afternoon is exactly what you need to recharge prior to your special night out later on. You spend hours just like this, watching film after film and munching on some popcorn. Say Anything, Pretty in Pink, and a horror by the name of My Bloody Valentine that Eddie happened to sneak in the mix are the showings for today. Not a bad bunch, in your opinion. You've been sworn to secrecy on the issue, but Eddie loves John Hughes movies. In his own words, they're very 'real', and you definitely agree.

In the early evening, Eddie leaves you alone for a minute to prepare his surprise for you in the bedroom. You're painfully curious as to what it is, but you resist the urge to lean over and have a peek down the hall. "Okay, it's ready!" Eddie calls to you, giving you the go-ahead to find your present.

"Coming!" You practically spring from the couch, skittering down the hall to join him. You find him sitting on the side of the bed, with two nicely-wrapped gifts beside him. One is a large red box with a big bow on top, and the other is a pink bag with sparkly tissue inside.

"Happy Valentine's Day, dollface." Eddie says with a smile, eager to see what you think. You step closer to the larger gift, pulling the lid off the box. There's paper inside, concealing the contents further. You unfold it, revealing a gorgeous, baby pink satin dress and matching shoes. The dress js very similar to ones you already own, meant to show as much skin as possible. But this beautiful color has yet to grace your closet. You pull it out of the box, holding it up to yourself to guess how it'll look on you.

"This is beautiful, Eds! And you got the right size and everything!" You beam, dying to try it on.

"There's more, angel." Eddie smirks, picking up the smaller bag to hand to you. You take it from his grip, immediately tossing the paper out of it. And you find a luxurious set of lingerie inside, which matches the dress. There's a strapless bustier, cheeky panties, a garter belt. It even comes with pink fishnet stockings.

"Eddie, I love it!" You give him a thankful kiss, setting the present down to climb onto his lap and straddle him. "They're so pretty, baby. I can't wait to wear them." You say with gratitude, smiling brightly.

"Well, you won't have to wait long. Because we're going out for dinner." Eddie grins mischievously, having yet another surprise to reveal.

"Ooh! Where are we going?" You ask excitedly, bouncing in his lap.

"Enzo's. That fancy Italian place. I know you've always wanted to go there." He explains, and you can't help tackling him further onto the bed and enthusiastically gracing his handsome, adorable face with kisses.

"Enzo's! Are you serious!? You are the sweetest man in the entire world! I love you so, so much! And I am gonna fuck your brains out when we come back home!" You exclaim, repeatedly kissing his cheeks, chin, and forehead. Eddie giggles madly as you do this, your lips beginning to tickle him.

"I'm just giving the most amazing woman in the world everything she deserves, sweetheart." His hands grip your hips, hoping for some semblance of stability as you continue to smooch the hell out of him. His face has gone red in his laughter, he can barely breathe. But he'd happily suffocate in your affection, as long as it never goes away.

"This 'most amazing woman' is me, right?" You ask jokingly, ceasing your love-attack.

"Yes, Y/N. Who else could make me as happy as you do?" He says honestly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear and gazing deep into your eyes.

"Shit, I've converted you into a full-blown romantic, haven't I?" You tease. Never in your life did you think you'd ensnare the heart of the bristly metalhead, who used to have quite a reputation for throwing diatribal tantrums in the middle of the cafeteria. But here he is, currently pinned down by your body, on your shared bed, and engaged to you.

"Hey, now. I happen to think I've always had some Casanova-like qualities." He chuckles. "But, I'll admit I didn't think I could be so insanely in love with someone, the way I am with you." Maybe a few years ago, he would've cringed at himself for saying such sappy things. But as sickly sweet as the words may be, they ring true for him now that he has you in his life. And there's no way he could ever go back to being that same cynical dickhead from before. The one who thought love was just a scam to sell greeting cards and shitty chocolate. If anything, he'd go back and smack some sense into his younger self. To tell third-time senior Eddie to nut up and ask you out like he'd been dying to.

But he supposes you wouldn't be where you are now if he had. Immature Eddie would've probably skipped out on you at the first sign of trouble, awful as that is to admit. He was dealing with a lot of his own bullshit back then, there's no way he could've been what you needed. Eddie's not too big a fan of the word 'fate', or the concept behind it. The idea that there's no true free will, that somehow everything is predetermined, and everyone is set on an inescapable path from birth. He likes to think he has more control over his own life and future than that. But he will say, that he's lucky as hell to have you be his girl. His woman. He'll do everything to avoid squandering this wonderful thing he has with you. This deep, meaningful, sappy, sweet, hopeless, romantic, love.

"I didn't think I could either, Eds. Seeing my parents fall apart definitely put me off of romance for a very long time." You say, not breaking this intense stare you're both captured in. "But I know we aren't like my parents, or yours. What we have is real, and perfect, and wonderful. I'm never letting this fade. Ever."

"Neither am I, Y/N." He shakes his head, raising his head to give you a gentle kiss. It doesn't last long, since you have a reservation that Eddie worked very hard to get. "Let's get dressed, sweetheart. Dinner is at six." He pats your thighs, waiting for you to get up.

"Don't mind if I do." You say giddily, rolling off of him towards your pretty new things.

"It's nice to see you excited about something again." Eddie smiles, watching you quickly remove your pajamas to reveal your gorgeous body.

"It's nice to be excited, love. Everything has just been so much lately, I haven't had the time to enjoy planning our special day." You sigh, pulling the brand new lingerie out of its bag. You remove the tags, putting the pieces on one by one.

"Believe me, I know." He keeps observing you as you pull the panties up to your hips, your hands fastening the front of the bustier, your fingers rolling the hosiery over your thighs and clipping them in place. "Lemme look at you for a sec, baby. I've been dyin' to see this on you. My vivid imagination can only do so much." He gestures for you to stand before him, do a little rotation to show off your assets.

"Anything for you." You giggle at his ogling, moving over so he can see you fully. You feel so sexy in this getup, the fabric is absolutely delicious against your skin. And the look on Eddie's face makes you feel like the hottest woman on the entire planet. You turn around, giving him a good look at your ass swallowing up the panties, the straps of the garter running up the backs of your thighs. 

"Fuck..." He mutters, his dick twitching at just how exquisite you look in this little number. Shit, if you didn't have a reservation, he'd bend you over right here and now. "I hate to flatter my own shopping skills, but I don't think you've ever looked sexier." Eddie grins, pleased with himself. The sales girl was very helpful at the store, although she offered to model this for him. Which he quickly and politely declined.

"And I'm inclined to agree. I feel unbelievably hot right now." You say as you turn back around again. You continue getting ready, pulling out the dress and heels from their box. "So, what are you wearing to dinner?" You ask curiously.

"I bought a new shirt, and a jacket, too. Figure if you're gonna look this incredible tonight, I oughtta do the same." He replies, getting up to pull his new clothes out of the closet. You catch a glance, seeing a dark purple button-up shirt and a black jacket to match the slacks he already owns.

"Purple? That's a new color for you." You observe, you honestly can't think of a time where's he's worn anything that isn't black or red, or occasionally blue. But you can tell that the fit and hue he picked is going to make him good enough to eat.

"I decided to branch out." He says casually, not thinking much of it. It felt right when he tried it on in the men's dressing room, his other nice shirts fit a bit too loose on him. He wanted something that truly belongs to him, not some hand-me-down from Wayne or the thrift store. Eddie strips off his comfy clothes, pulling some black boxers from the dresser, and some socks.

You both get dressed, keeping pretty quiet as you do. In a way, you're separating yourselves, so you can have a 'final reveal' once you're ready to go. You slip into your dress, and put the heels onto your stockinged feet. You pick out a few pieces of gold jewelry to compliment the outfit, applying some light makeup with a glossy lip. You put your hair up in a ponytail, fanning out the ends a little.

When you return from the bathroom, you find Eddie standing fully dressed before you. And, hot damn, is he yummy. He's got one foot crossed over the other all suave-looking, his jacket held over his shoulder in one hand. His hair is tied back in a low ponytail, keeping the wild curls in line for a night. And the shirt...it's exactly what you pictured once he brought it out of the closet. It fits him well, showing off the muscles in his arms and chest, without being too tight. It's tucked neatly into his slacks, a couple of the top buttons left open to display the chain he never takes off.

"Fuckin' A, Eds. You look...wow." You're speechless, and about to bite a hole through your lip as you commit this image to memory.

"Likewise, princess. Very wow." Eddie teases with a smirk, though he's at a loss for more complex words himself. It's like night and day, going from ratty pajamas to puttin' on the ritz. To him, you look like a movie star. "Ready to paint the town, honey?" He asks, extending his ringed hand for you to take.

"I'll bring a brush." You quip, holding Eddie's hand and letting him lead you to the front door. You grab a jacket and your purse on the way out, giving Arwen a quick pat goodbye.

Eddie drives you to the restaurant, where you're promptly greeted and seated at a small table in the back of the dining room. Tea light candles in small red holders sit on the clean white tablecloth, silverware and empty glasses set out neatly. Eddie pulls out your chair for you, and you sit down and let him push you in once you've removed your jacket. He sits across from you, forcing himself not to slouch. The waiter takes your drink order, suggesting a bottle of wine. You agree with his recommendation, and he leaves you to look over the menu.

"Whatcha thinkin', angel?" Eddie asks, weighing his options. The steak sounds nice, but pasta wouldn't be too bad, either.

"The ravioli sounds good." You answer, your mouth watering at the idea of cheesy pockets of pasta in rich tomato sauce. "What about you?" Your eyes flick up to him.

"I was thinking steak." He replies, reaching across the table to take your free hand. It may be a small amount of distance, but he feels miles away from you. You take hold of him without a second thought, clearly feeling the same.

"Ooh, big spender." You tease, though your eyes widen a little when you glance at the prices for each cut of steak. Jesus, do they butcher the cow fresh, or something?

"It's not that bad. We can afford to splurge once in a while." Eddie chuckles, thinking nothing of it. You're not the only one who knows how to be thrifty where it counts, or who likes to squirrel money away. You've earned this spendy night out, and then some.

"I know, love. And I'm so happy you brought me here tonight. It's perfect." You beam through the dim lighting, looking around at the other couples sat all around you. Dressed to the nines in suits and sparkly dresses, dripping with gold and diamonds. The waiters flit about effortlessly, clearing tables, pouring wine, presenting meals. There's even a string quartet on the other side of the restaurant, playing romantic songs at an ambient volume.

"I'm glad you're having a good time, Y/N. I was a little worried you'd disappear into you own head again." He says, relieved that his romancing is working to ease your mind. You're a tough nut to crack at times, no matter what he does in order to console you.

"So was I. But I'm right here, in this wonderful place, with you." You reassure him that you aren't going anywhere, that you intend to be fully present with him tonight. He's put in so much effort to make this go right, and it wouldn't be kind to ruin that.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, pouring deep red wine into your glasses.

"Yes. I'll have the ribeye, medium-rare, with the corn and mashed potatoes." Eddie answers.

"And for you, miss?" The waiter turns to you.

"The ravioli, please." You say shortly.

"Wonderful. I'll put that in for you right away. Please, let me know if there's anything else I can get for you." The waiter says politely, before toddling off to give your order to the kitchen.

You and Eddie talk casually while you wait for your food to arrive, about small things. Like Arwen's next check-up, items you have to add to the grocery list, the need for a new set of sheets. Innocuous, domestic things. The air between you two is serene, and comfortable. You don't talk about work, or the wedding, or school. There's no need for the stressers in your life to invade this peaceful bubble you're floating around in.

The food arrives pretty quickly, and you don't hesitate to dive in. Politely, of course. You have no reason to gobble up your dinner like animals. You take your time, savoring every last delectable bite. You take small sips of wine to wash it down, you don't want to get drunk tonight. You want to be as clear-headed as you can for what comes after your return home. The waiter comes by again to collect your empty plates once you're stuffed full, asking if you want dessert. You decline, unable to have another bite. Eddie pays the check, and you leave arm in arm, with content smiles and satisfied stomachs.

"Fuck, that was good." Eddie says as you return to the apartment. He closes the door behind you, slipping his jacket off of his shoulders.

"Yes, it was, baby. But I think there's something even better waiting for you in the bedroom." You reply coyly.

"And what would that be?" He asks with a knowing grin.

"Me!" You laugh giddily, before dashing down the hall, prompting Eddie to chase you. You can hear him right behind you, his footfalls landing on the floor with rushed purpose as he cackles. You just barely make it in the room and jump on the bed with an excited squeal. Eddie's on you in seconds, chuckling darkly as he rolls you over and pins you to the bed.

"Gotcha." He grins, holding your wrists above your head, weighing you down with his lower half. He leans in to kiss you roughly, slipping his steak-stained tongue into your mouth.

"Mmm." You hum into the kiss, loving the way he's taking control of you like this. You've been craving it from the moment you saw him in his sexy new shirt. It took everything in you not to pounce on him earlier. His thigh slots between your legs, pushing your dress up as he rubs your clothed heat. "Eddie." You moan against his lips at the tease, rolling your hips up to get more friction. The curve of his thigh runs over your clit, making you gasp. Your new panties are quickly getting soaked, sure to leave a damp spot on his pants.

"Mmm, naughty girl." Eddie smirks at you essentially humping his leg, desperate for his touch in seconds flat. He takes his thigh away, much to your dismay. You whine at the loss of him, but he just gently shushes you. He holds your wrists together with one hand, reaching the other down to stroke your pussy through the satin. "Fuck, baby. You're such a mess. This all for me?" He asks, finding your swollen bud hiding under the sodden fabric and rubbing barely-there circles over it.

"Yes, love. All for you." You pant, your thighs begging to clamp shut and trap his hand in place.

"Let's get you outta this dress." Eddie says, reaching for the hem and pulling the garment up towards your head. It's tossed away to the floor, leaving you in the sexy lingerie he'd bought for you. His pupils go wide as saucers at the sight of you, his hands running along your sides to feel all your curves. "God, look at you. Wrapped up so nice for me, like a pretty little present." He purrs, fixated on your tits being pushed together in the bustier. His hand returns between your legs, making much more purposeful circles. The other goes to open the clasps concealing your breasts from him.

"Eddie." You moan at his touch on your clit again, watching helplessly as he exposes your tits for him. The bustier falls open, your boobs bouncing in their freedom. Eddie lowers his head to capture one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, causing your back to arch off the bed. Your hands rip the elastic from his hair, weaving your fingers in his thick tresses. You continue to moan aloud for him as his tongue rolls around your pebbled flesh and his finger rubs you through your drenched panties. "Baby...I-I need you..." You whine, wanting him to give you more. You're already burning up from the inside out, but it's not nearly enough.

"What do you need from me, sweetheart? Hm? Use you words." He smirks at you from his position on your chest.

"I need you out of these clothes, Eds. I wanna feel you." You answer impatiently, attempting to reach for the buttons on his shirt.

"Yeah? You wanna strip me down, princess?" He asks cooly, putting himself directly above you.

"Mmhmm." You nod, biting your lip in excitement.

"Knock yourself out." He chuckles at your eagerness, rolling you both over to put you on top. You straddle his lap, feeling his stiff erection inside his slacks. You waste no time in undoing the buttons of his shirt, pulling the tails out of his pants. He kicks off his shoes to help out a little, just as you've exposed his chest. You lean down to pay him back, planting searing kisses on his skin. You trace his tattoos with your tongue, biting on his nipples. Eddie breathes heavily, a small moan escaping him every so often in your worship.

"You're so gorgeous, Eds. I'll never get enough of this body." You praise, venturing lower to kiss down his stomach and towards his belt. You roll your hips over him, moaning as his base makes contact with your clit through the layers of fabric. Eddie groans beneath you, his hands gripping your waist to guide you. You fiddle around with his belt, not trying very hard to remove it as you grind into him. You keep going just like this for a few minutes, riling the both of you up. But it's still not enough to satisfy you. "I want you so bad, love. Need you inside me." With a newfound urgency, you finally manage to undo his belt and unzip his pants.

"I need you too, babydoll." Eddie says, no complaints on his end. He sits up to shuck his shirt from his torso, and kicks his slacks off his legs once you've pushed them down toward his ankles. You hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down in one swift motion. His cock slaps against his stomach, heavy and swollen at the tip. You don't slow down, grabbing hold of him and getting up on your knees. Nevermind you're still wearing most of your ensemble, heels and all. You don't have time to care, you want to ride him now. You hastily pull your panties to the side, positioning yourself over Eddie's tip. "Fuck." He groans as you run his head through your slick folds.

"Ready, baby?" You ask with a pleased grin, savoring how his fat cock feels running along your slit.

"Always." He nods, needing you to take him inside already. Your teasing is getting to be a bit much. Without another word, you slowly sink down on his dick. Low moans leave you both, your hands falling to his chest to hold yourself up, his own squeezing your hips. He fills you up entirely, reaching every single spot inside your cunt. Your walls clench around him once you bottom out, making Eddie mutter swears under his breath.

"Mmm, filling up my pussy just right, Eds. I fuckin' love your cock." You giggle happily, relieved to finally have what you've been wanting all damn day. What you've been wanting for weeks. Just you and him in your shared bed, with no one and nothing getting in the way. Staying fully seated on him, you rock your hips back and forth lazily. You want to enjoy this as much as you can. You capture Eddie's lips with yours, kissing him deeply, hungrily.

He hums against you, hands wandering to caress your back and sides, occasionally dipping down to massage the swells of your ass. Your tongues fight for dominance, though Eddie lets you win before long. With the way your pussy is squeezing him, he can't focus enough to put up a good fight. You slow rocking makes him grow more and more needy, his gentle touches becoming harder and rougher. "Y/N, please. I need you to fuck me." Eddie groans, pulling away from your lips to breathe.

"Now who's impatient?" You tease, sitting up so you can start riding him. You lift yourself up, your ass smacking against his pelvis once you crash back down. "Fuck." You gasp as his tip hits your cervix. You start to bounce steadily on his dick, bracing your hands on his chest and gazing down at him as you moan.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Love seeing your pretty face, hearing your sexy noises. And the way your tits bounce, and my cock filling your hot, wet pussy. It's all so beautiful, sweetheart." Eddie says earnestly, his words dripping with lust. You truly are a vision above him, borderline angelic. Your head thrown back, face twisted in pleasure as you sing praises of his ample length piercing you again and again. And seeing your bottom half still clothed in the sexy pink set he bought you, the fact that you were too desperate for him to even take your shoes off. He could just about die.

"And I love giving you a show, darling." You smile down at him, blushing at his admiration. You have quite the view yourself, Eddie's hair splayed out on the bed, his big brown eyes blown wide with want, his lips parted to moan and say filthy things to you. He's such a talker in bed, which you adore immensely. Anyone else even attempting to do so would be like nails on a chalkboard to you. But Eddie's mastered the art, knowing what words to use, which ones to avoid. He can predict what occasions call for sweeter phrasings, which opportunities require downright obscene revelations. You attribute this to his impeccable story-telling abilities. Whether it's an elaborate D&D campaign, or trying to make you cum, his mouth instinctively knows all the right things to say.

You keep up like this, riding his cock like it's your day job. You don't go too fast, you don't want either of you to cum so soon. But it's a consistent, steady pace that allows you to feel every inch of each other. You can't stop moaning and cursing, the sound mingling with the thick slapping of skin on skin. Your bodies sweat as pleasure builds inside of you, the temperature in the room rapidly reaching a thousand degrees.

"Mind if I have a turn, sweetheart?" Eddie asks. He's having the time of his life letting you take the wheel, but he notices your movements becoming a bit strained after a while. He can tell when you're running out of steam, and he's more the willing to lend a hand.

"You know me too well, Eds." You let out a breathlessly laugh, thankful he's going to take over. Much as you enjoy riding him like a stallion, your thighs are burning as you've reached your limit. You still yourself, laying your body on his so he can roll you both over to take the reigns. His knees push up to spread your thighs open for him, propping himself on his elbows to close you in. He knows what you want, to be completely surrounded by him.

"Better?" He asks, stroking your hip as he checks in on you.

"Much better, love. Thank you." You nod gratefully, giving him a warm kiss.

"'Course." He says quietly against your lips, continuing to kiss you heavily. He doesn't start moving just yet, enjoying this intimate moment with you. You're nearly melting into the bed as he envelops you entirely, tenting your knees at his hips to fully close the seal he's created. His scent takes over your nose, spicy cologne and coconut shampoo mingling with sweat. Eddie lowers his lips to your neck, methodically ravishing your flesh. You cling to his back with your hands, nails digging into the skin. Sensing your want for him to get things going again, he slowly pulls out, before slipping back inside.

"Oh, Eddie..." You sigh as his cock pumps in and out in tender strokes. Every sedate thrust reads as a passionate declaration of love. Eddie keeps marking up your neck, holding your waist in his large hands as he pumps his hips. He's gonna take his time, build you up so agonizingly slow, that you're screaming his name once you finally come crashing down. "Feels so good, baby." You say softly, your eyes falling closed in bliss. Your arms have fully wrapped around him now, needing to hold him as closely as possible.

"Yeah? You like it when I take it slow with you?" He asks sweetly, licking warm circles around a purple hickey he's left on you.

"Mmhmm, I love being so close to you. It's like we become something bigger, together." You reply, your voice content, the words like silk on your tongue.

"And I thought I had a way with words." Eddie chuckles, lifting his head to look in your eyes. His pelvis still pivots into yours, but he adopts a slightly faster, rougher speed. Just enough to really get you going.

"Fuck, baby." You whimper as his cock hits your g spot more precisely. You can't stop staring up at him, entranced by his adoring eyes. His body shifts back and forth above you with every thrust, and you can picture how his length looks disappearing inside your cunt. You're absolutely drenched around him, you have been the entire time. And the method he's employing only makes you wetter by the second. Your arousal slicks over him repeatedly, forming a sticky ring around the base of him.

"You're so wet, sweetheart. Always keeps me slidin' in and out so smooth." He says lowly, every syllable sounding comparable to Shakespearian poetry to your keen ears.

"And only you can make me this way, Eds. With your perfect lips..." You brush your fingertips across his mouth. "...your thick fingers..." You take one of his hands in your own, interlacing your fingers and squeezing gently. "...and your massive cock." You clench your walls around him on purpose, making him gasp. You giggle when he falters in his thrusts, but his eyes never leave you for a second. "You make me feel amazing, baby." You squeeze his hand again, earning one back.

"God, I love you." Eddie says hurriedly, pressing his lips to yours.

"I love you too, Eddie." You pant through the gaps in this breathless kiss. Eddie picks up speed again, your chest arching up into his. He's still not going nearly as fast as he usually does, but it's blowing your mind all the same. His hips roll with determination, hitting your sweetspot every single time. "Don't stop, love. This- fuck, this feels really good." You whimper, further clinging onto him.

"I won't ever stop unless you ask me to, princess." He grunts, not changing a single thing about what he's doing. If it's even possible, you're more soaked than before. He keeps going, pistoning his dick inside your pussy with the same motivation you'd had earlier on.

"Yes, yes, yes...God, Eddie...you fuck me so good." Messy utterances babble from your lips, you've gone completely cock-drunk. You know you're getting close, and Eddie does, too.

"Take it, baby, s'all for you. Such a good girl for me, can't wait for you to soak my cock." Eddie groans, his words flowing right into your ear as his head falls to rest beside your own.

"Keep going, love. I'm getting close."Your legs wrap around his middle, high heels digging into the apex of back as you pull him closer.

"Me too, angel." He huffs against your neck, pinning your hand to the bed and interlocking his fingers with yours again. He thrusts himself into you with the tiniest bit more force, nearing his end as his balls start tightening.

"Fuck! Right there!" You whine, your orgasm creeping closer by the second. Your insides are doing their tell-tale convulsions, letting the beautiful man above you know what's about to happen.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me." He purrs, bringing his other hand down to rub quick circles on your clit. His words and the added contact are all you need to explode into smithereens.

"Fuck, Eddie...oh, god!" You hold onto Eddie for dear life as your high takes you over. Your entire body trembles, cries of ecstasy ripping from your lungs. Your pussy pulses and constricts around his cock, and you cum harder than you have in a while. Juices spurt out of you, drenching Eddie's length, wetting your thighs and the bed.

"Good girl, make a big mess for me." Eddie almost growls, his eyes rolling back at your cunt hosing him down. He keeps thrusting to meet his end, hips bucking wildly as his stomach finally tenses up. "Fuck, Y/N..." You feel his thick cum fill you up, your pleasure extended as he rides his out. He collapses on top of you once he's done, pressing whispers of kisses on your cheeks, neck, and shoulders. "Happy Valentine's Day, babydoll. I love you so much." Eddie says softly, unable to fully remove his mouth from you.

"I love you too, Eds. Happy Valentine's Day." You reply, still floating weightlessly on cloud nine. You stroke his hair with your fingers, rumbling hums vibrating in his chest when you rub his scalp. Eddie carefully pulls his softened cock out of you, watching your mixed release ooze from your cunt. He licks his lips hungrily, lowering his head between your legs. Looks like he's found dessert. "Eddie!" You yelp in surprise as his tongue licks through your folds, your clit still sparking.

"I'm not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart." Eddie says darkly, his hooded eyes flicking up to look at you. The intense hunger in his pupils tells you it's going to be a long night. And you have no objections whatsoever.

To be continued...

#fanfiction #smut #eddie munson #stranger things #1980s #hawkins #valentine fanfic #valentines day #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut

[pedropascalsx]

Christmas Lights. Dave York x f! reader!

Summary: Reader is suffering from anxiety and holiday stress, and Dave helps take her mind off of things.

Warnings: Smut. Established relationship. Oral (f! receiving), P in V sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Ass Slapping, Dave palms himself, Dirty Talk, One use of the word slut, Mentions of anxiety and stress.

Word Count: 1.9ish. Just below.

A/N: this wasn’t beta read and I just yeeted it out. It took me an hour to write so it’s not great lol. But I saw a photo which I’ll post at the bottom of the fic that inspired this.

Reader has no physical discriptors, but has hair long enough to be pulled into a ponytail.

You couldn’t sleep, your mind was in overdrive as the usual holiday panic started to set in, on top of the inescapable anxiety that had seen you overwhelmed for weeks.

Sneaking out of bed and down the stairs, you sighed at the boxes of Christmas decorations that had been stacked high a few days before.

The motivation to put them up had refused to enter your body, but as the clock ticked just after 3AM, you figured that starting now would at least pass the time, and one of your many jobs would be ticked off your seemingly never ending to-do list.

**

The tree finally stood in the corner of the room, flashing with the pre-attached lights but void of any ornaments. You sat quietly in front of the tree, untangling the web of flashing Christmas lights that would eventually sit on top of the fireplace.

It eventually became clear that you could no longer ignore the steady stream of tears that had started to flood your cheeks and drip onto the hardwood floor. The reflection of the flashing lights becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as your vision had continued to blur with every teardrop.

“Tell me what you need.” A voice demanded from behind you. You hadn’t heard him enter the room and a shiver ran down your spine as the raspy tone of his voice hit your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiped the fresh tears from your face and gently shook your head, all words refusing to fall from your lips.

He took a few steps until he was in front of you and dropped to his knees, gently taking your face in his hands. “Tell me what you need.” He repeated.

“I need you to make me forget.” You whispered quietly, your chin trembling in his hand.

Slowly he pulled you closer to him, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as he began to pull on your silk night dress, letting the straps fall off your shoulders and the slinky material slip down your body with ease.

“Dave,” you murmured against his lips, your hands settling on his chest as his hands grabbed greedily at your body.

“You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?” He asked, his lips still brushing against yours as he refused to pull away.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, I need you to trust me.”

“Always. With my life.”

Without another word he took the string of lights from your hand, a smirk forming across his face before a light kiss was pressed to your forehead.

“Stay still.” He ordered, before moving behind you. You took a deep inhale and focused on the flashing lights. You mumbled his name as he unhooked your bra and then let you pull it off and drop it on the floor. “Mhm. No panties. Good girl.”

You keened at his praise, allowing yourself to exhale a little as he gently pulled your hair back, tying it with the pretty ribbon that he had just removed from your wrist. “My good girl.”

“All yours.”

He picked up your left foot, beginning to slowly massage soft circles against your ankle before letting it fall onto his lap, your toes briefly rubbing against his erection. Still focusing on the tree, you ignored the noise from behind you, unaware what was about to come.

After what felt like an eternity, he gently picked up your foot again and started to wrap the Christmas lights around your ankle before putting it down and repeating the same on your other leg.

“Beautiful,” he growled from behind you. “Lay down.”

You did as he said, resting your weight on your elbows as he admired the sight in front of him. Both of your feet had been restrained to a different object, so that your legs were spread wide enough that he could see the way your arousal glistened against the flickering lights.

“You want to forget, huh? You want me to push every thought out of that pretty little head, my love?” He rambled from behind you, while palming at his painfully hard cock.

“Yes, please,” you begged in response. Needing to feel that wave of comfort that only crashes through you when he overwhelms and plays your body in a way that only he knows.

After a few minutes of gentle teasing, you heard him crawl towards you. His fingers wrapped against your hips as he brought you up on all fours. His hands slid down and settled on your thighs, he dipped his tongue out of his mouth and wet his lips as he admired the way you were dripping for him, smirking as you writhed around desperately seeking out his touch.

You almost screamed out when his tongue finally swiped through your folds, the warm heat of his mouth igniting something primal inside of you. You whined his name, waiting impatiently for him to repeat the action, and rolling your eyes as he chuckled from behind you.

“You know you should always be careful what you wish for, my love.” He growled, before burying his face against your folds. Dragging his tongue up and down and tasting every part of you. One of his hands left your thighs and he brought it to your quivering cunt, his thumb then beginning to draw perfect circles against your clit as he pressed his tongue deep inside of you. Feeling your walls contract against his tongue he groaned, circling your clit a little faster and pulling the first of many orgasms from you.

“You didn’t wake me up,” he said with a tut, after moving his face away from your core. “Snuck out of bed and left me all alone. That wasn’t very nice, baby.” He whispered. “I hate waking up and you not being there.”

The second his hand landed softly on the flesh of your ass, you knew what was coming. The shiver of anticipation that ran through your body made him chuckle, and within a few seconds he pulled his hand away and it came back down with a sharp slap. “Oooh, Dave.” You called out pathetically in response, and he laughed harder. Repeating the action again and then gently rubbing against your welting flesh.

“Again.” You begged, unable to pretend that you didn’t love the sting that briefly overwhelmed your senses.

“Slut!” He growled, before bringing his hand down again, this time hitting against your softest flesh.

In response your body immediately tried to pull away but the Christmas lights kept you in place, and he responded with a growl, before moving up and whispering in your ear. “Color?”

“Green.” You choked out, as your eyes burned with a different kind of tears, the ones that you didn’t mind blurring your vision.

“Good girl… because I’m just getting started, baby.”

**

You felt exhausted, every bone in your body ached as he slammed his hips against you. “Take it.” He grunted. “Fucking take it all.” You had lost count of the amount of times he had made you cum and the amount of times that he had built you up just to let it fall away. Loving the way you whimpered his name in response as he refused to let you fall over that delicious edge.

And now he had you exactly how he wanted you, taking his cock hard and fast. Groaning as your pussy contracted around him, praising you for still being ‘really fucking tight’ even after he had stretched you open.

With a slight shift of position, he chuckled and made sure that the angle he was thrusting inside of you would hit that delicious spot with every sharp snap of his hips.

“Dave,” you whimpered against the floor, now unable to keep yourself up on your elbows due to the lack of energy. Another orgasm threatening to flood through you and ravage your exhausted body.

“I know, baby,” he cooed, still snapping his hips and notching against that little bit of paradise. “You can take it, my love,” he grunted, as his knuckles gently rubbed up and down against your spine. “But you can give me one more.”

He had one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your bottom half raised and he moved the other back down to grip on your hip, pulling you back down his throbbing cock as he mumbled his filth and fucked himself into you.

It hit you like a truck. It ravished through your body, as fireworks began to explode behind your eyes. Every thought was of pleasure or of him. Every single one of your senses, consumed by him.

Taste. The taste of his fingers that he had pushed into your mouth multiple times lingered on your tongue. His skin: salty and mixed with a little bit of your sweetness.

Touch. You could feel his hands everywhere. The marks that he had littered your body with still tingling and stinging.

Smell. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, mixed with the intoxicating scent that always emanated from him. It flooded your nose and it made you feel completely safe.

Sound. Each groan, each filthy moan and hissed piece of praise replayed in your head over and over. The rasp of his voice made your clit pulsate and your pussy bottom out.

Sight. He was behind you, taking you from behind, but he was all you could see. In your mind you could see those gorgeous dark brown eyes, you could feel them burning into yours and that feeling of never wanting to look away made your heart feel warm.

He worked you throughout your high, continuing that same pace and holding you up as you quietly murmured his name.

And then, with the sweetest whimper of his name, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He groaned your name and his cock began to pulse and with every thrust he coated your walls with his pleasure. Only pulling out when he was milked dry.

You mumbled his name once more, feeling his eyes on you. Knowing how much he loved to watch his cum drip from your little hole, just to push it back in.

He finally let go of your hips, after gently lowering you down on the floor. “Good girl.” He praised once more, before moving down and beginning to unwrap the still flickering lights from both of your ankles.

“These are pretty,” he murmured to you, after switching them off and placing them to one side. Still behind you Dave reached over and pulled the large soft throw from the sofa and covered you with it before moving up and laying down beside you.

“Thank you.” You said against his warm skin as he pulled you onto his chest, letting you snuggle into him as the warm light of the Christmas tree lights still glowed from behind you both.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he said, before pressing his lips to your scalp. “I can help finish decorating in the morning.”

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[wheresarizona]

Learning to Live Part 9

summary: Javier desperately needs something to wear around your apartment that isn’t unbuttoned jeans. It’s a good look, a really good look, but you have a feeling grey sweatpants would look even better, so he’s taking you to the mall for some shopping.

rating: E (18+! Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, dry humping, praise, dirty talk, (1) sir, affectionate ass slapping (Javier is an ass man), feelings of jealousy and insecurity, emotions, food mention, Javier in grey sweatpants, dual pov, no y/n)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 9700+

a/n: Hello there, sorry about how long this took to write! This wasn’t a part of my outline, but a lot of people wanted to read about them going shopping, and your wish is my command! If there’s ever anything you wanna see, just let me know. I’ve got a one-shot I’m working on for this universe and the next chapter on my to-do list and started. Thank you for all the love and support, you are the best, and I appreciate it very much! Dedicating this chapter to @theorganasolo for her special day! I hope it’s a good one and that Soft!Javi will make you smile! 😊😊😊 As always, shoutout to @juletheghoul, my inspiration and my rock, whom I love. Thank you to my beta, @invisibleismyname, who’s always there for me, and helps me be a better writer, whom I also love. They’re my partners in crime who help me make this all happen.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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You were aware of the effect that sundresses had on Javi.

Very aware.

They were his weakness, and it absolutely delighted you to see his pupils blow wide, eyes trailing along your body, seeing the clear want in the dark depths.

That was something you loved about Javier Peña—he made you feel wanted, and you knew without a doubt he liked everything about you, from your body to your personality, and even your insistence that scrambled eggs needed ketchup on them. He liked you and wanted you, cherishing all of your imperfections and quirks, not batting an eye at the things about your body that made you feel self-conscious because he liked it all—everything.

He’d shown you that morning after you’d woken up in his arms, and soft kisses turned into Javi on top of you, kissing you hungrily before he was moving down your naked body, his lips on your skin the entire way.

The room had a soft glow from the sun shining through the curtains, and he’d shoved the blankets off you both, reverently moving his mouth, and you noticed that he made a point to kiss your flaws—stretch marks, scars, anything that stood out his lips found, pressing gently, softly, like his kisses were little thanks to your body, and appreciating them as if they were badges of honor for the life you’d lived.

It was sweet and a little overwhelming, making your eyes go misty, and then he ended up with his face between your thighs, and he worshipped you in a different kind of way that had your legs shaking and body boneless by the time he’d decided you had enough.

It was another morning where he didn’t want anything in return and just wanted to make you feel good, and boy, did he do just that.

You were learning he had a thing for mornings—when you were soft and pliant, and he could take his time with his mouth and fingers, it never being about him. It was an excellent way to start the day, and you were becoming spoiled.

One night while you were laying in bed, you asked about why sundresses riled him up so much, and he’d told you that he loved how you looked in them, and that he enjoyed how they made getting to some of his favorite parts easy.

“I’m doubting that we’re never going to get caught for public indecency,” you said.

“Then behave, and it won’t be a problem.”

You’d pouted.

You found another one of his weaknesses when you had gotten ready to leave the apartment.

It was late morning, the two of you spending most of your time in bed before you’d gotten up to start the day. Javi was already in the kitchen, and after you’d dressed, you made your way towards the only sounds in your apartment; the coffee maker percolating, the sounds of cooking, scraping in a pan, and was that eggs crackling?

You found Javi at the stove, his back to you, the material of his deep red button-up hugging his shoulders sinfully, seeing the lines of muscles beneath the fabric, your eyes lowering to his trim waist and the tight jeans that showed his tiny but very cute butt.

A smile tipped up on your lips as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing the back of his neck. You heard the spatula stop moving and felt him put a hand over yours, squeezing it gently.

“Hey, baby,” he said, a smile evident in his voice, making your body feel warm.

“Hello to you,” you replied, kissing a spot just behind his ear and feeling him shudder under you. “What are you making?” You asked, nipping at his earlobe.

“Fuck,” his voice came out thick. “Scrambled eggs and toast.”

You kissed his neck again.

“It smells good,” you said. “I could have made us breakfast.”

The spatula moved in the pan again, and a second later, you heard it being set on the countertop, Javi turning in your arms.

His hands cupped your jaw as he leaned in to seal his lips against yours, swallowing the surprised sound that escaped you.

“Wanted to make you breakfast,” he said when you parted, looking at you with those soft puppy dog eyes you adored.

You smiled at him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re so sweet.”

He returned the same expression and moved his head to take in your outfit, eyes moving down the length of you.

“You’re not wearing a dress,” he said, his hand moving down your side, fingers grazing over the material of your top until his hand grabbed a handful of your ass and made you giggle.

“With the marks on my neck, I thought it best not to scandalize the town.”

He frowned, looking down at your lower half.

“I wasn’t expecting these,” he said, hand rubbing over your covered asscheek. “They’re so tight.”

“They’re bike shorts. Princess Diana was a fashion icon.”

It was too hot to do the signature bicycle shorts with an oversized sweater look, so you paired your black shorts with a t-shirt. It wasn’t the sexiest look, but it was comfortable attire to walk around in.

He turned you, and you felt both of his big hands grab at the globes of your ass, making you laugh.

“There’s no panty line,” he said in a rough tone, voice going deeper. “Fuck, are you even wearing any?”

“I am.”

His thumbs hooked into the waistband, and you felt the cool air as he pulled them down, baring you to him.

“If that isn’t the prettiest fucking thing,” he rasped.

“I said I’d wear a thong for you,” you replied, smiling.

He crouched down, his hands grabbing at your flesh.

“And it’s even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You gasped when his mouth touched your asscheek, kissing your skin, before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Jesus, Javi,” you breathed.

He left one last sloppy kiss and softly bit at you.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, standing back up. He tugged the spandex into place before his hands spun you to face him when he was done. “I like the shorts,” he said with a crooked grin.

“You like the thong.”

“That too.”

“The eggs are burning.”

His eyes went wide.

“Shit,” he smacked your ass. “You distracted me.”

He turned back towards the stove as you laughed.

“They’re… salvageable,” he said.

You peeked around him to look in the pan, seeing some parts definitely cooked a little more than was needed.

“Eh, some ketchup, and you won’t even notice.”

He huffed out an amused breath, looking over at you with a smile.

“I think you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“That you are.”

“Do you need help with anything?” You asked.

“Could you get the coffee ready?”

“I can do that,” you answered with a nod, giving him a quick kiss before heading towards where you kept the coffee cups.

You heard the pan being moved off the burner and Javi moving about behind you as you got out the mugs and poured the coffee. You knew he took his black, so you got what you needed for yours, handing Javi the ketchup while you were in the fridge, and by the time you were done with the coffees, he had the plates on your dining table and was coming over to grab his cup.

The eggs didn’t look too bad, and the toast was made the way you liked it.

Your eyes met Javi’s across the table from you, him watching intently and looking a little nervous.

“I’m sorry about the eggs,” he frowned.

You waved away his words.

“Don’t be sorry. They’re really not that bad.” You grabbed the ketchup, popped the cap, and squeezed the amount you wanted onto your eggs. “I’m sorry I distracted you with my ass.” You grinned at him, passing the condiment, Javi taking it.

He rubbed the thumb of his free hand over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

“Never apologize for that,” he said with a wink. “It won’t be the last time.”

You laughed.

“Good to know.”

He looked like he realized something, eyes widening as he gulped.

“You’re going to wear those in public?” He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

“When can you ever keep your hands off of me?” You asked, pointing your fork at him.

He chuckled.

“Never.”

You watched him open the bottle and squeeze some sauce onto his food.

“Exactly. I expect some kind of pawing. If there wasn’t any, I’d be concerned.”

He laughed.

“Okay. Eat your eggs,” Javi ordered, pointing the now closed ketchup bottle at your plate before setting it down on the table.

“Yes, sir,” you replied.

You saw his throat work as you took a bite.

“Good girl,” he rasped, and you didn’t want to admit that you felt a tingle move down your spine at his words.

Breakfast was eaten, coffee was drunk, and the kitchen was cleaned up, the dishes placed in the sink to take care of later. Soon, the two of you were leaving the apartment, the sky outside blue and the temperature hot, but not quite unbearable, with it only being a little after eleven in the morning.

Javi opened the passenger door to his truck for you, offering a hand to help you into the cab and stealing a kiss, before shutting it and walking around to the driver’s side. You moved into the middle seat, Javi smiling as he got in, grabbing his aviators from the dashboard after he’d buckled in, setting them perfectly on the bridge of that nose you loved.

He turned towards you.

“You ready?” He asked.

He looked so handsome with the first few buttons of his shirt undone, showing a glimpse of his chest, and a hickey on his neck, making your blood sing that you were the one who put it there. You liked how the sunglasses looked on him, still able to see his eyes through the dark lenses and how they framed his face.

God, he’s beautiful.

You plucked the aviators from his face, seeing his eyebrows furrow as you put them on, everything dimming. You eyed yourself in the rearview mirror.

“I don’t know if I can pull these off,” you frowned. “Like you look hot as fuck, I don’t know how you make aviator sunglasses so sexy, but me? I’m not too sure.”

His hand pulled on your chin to make you look at him, a smile on his lips.

“You’re very cute,” he said.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. You look sexy, too. I’d fuck you in nothing but them,” he said confidently.

You felt your body heat.

“I get the feeling you’d fuck me if I was wearing a trash bag as a dress.”

He smirked.

“You’re not wrong. I’d fuck you wearing anything or nothing at all,” he shrugged.

“A clown outfit?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckled.

“The red nose stays on,” he replied, closing the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours, and you reciprocated eagerly, forgetting your train of thought when he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moan. Your hands cupped his face, focused on how his tongue was moving against yours, and the breadth of his palm cradling your cheek, taking up so much space.

He was the only thought on your brain—Javier—the way he overloaded your senses, breathing him in, tasting him, feeling him; nothing else in the world mattered but him when his mouth was on yours. Your lungs finally ached enough for oxygen that you had to break away, gasping in air to catch your breath, and Javi was in a similar state, the two of you grinning like love-sick fools.

“Didn’t know the thought of me dressed like a clown would rile you up so much,” you panted.

His breath sputtered as he started laughing, eyes crinkling, pressing his forehead against yours.

Javi’s hand moved off your face and to your thigh, pinching it and making you squeak.

“That didn’t rile me up,” he finally said after calming down.

“Thank god, I mean, I’m adventurous, but clowns freak me the fuck out.”

He made an amused sound, kissing you quickly.

“We’ll avoid that then,” he said. He looked you in the eyes. “Adventurous?” His eyebrow lifted in question.

You shrugged.

“Yeah? I’ll try new things in bed as long as I talk it out first, and it’s not excruciatingly painful or gross.” You made a face.

“I’ll remember that,” he said with a nod.

“I’m sure you will,” you winked.

He smiled.

“And I’m the same,” Javi said. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll try.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You took off the aviators and carefully put them back onto his face. “Look at you, hotter than Maverick,” you said, poking the tip of his nose.

“You think I’m hotter than, what’s his name? Tom Cruise?” He asked slowly, eyebrows in his hairline.

“Oh, babe. Absolutely zero competition. Would fuck you in a heartbeat.” You saw his chest puff out a little, making you laugh. “Let’s get going before your ego becomes too big for your truck to contain.”

He smiled, kissing you softly.

“You said I was hotter than Tom fucking Cruise.” He seemed to be delighted by this, and it made you giggle. His focus turned to the front, turning his keys that he’d already put into the ignition, bringing the vehicle to life, and shifting it into reverse.

The radio turned on, volume low, the air conditioning cranked high. His arm went behind you on the back of the seat as he looked over his shoulder to pull out of the parking space.

“Sometime in the late eighties, early nineties,” he said. “Maybe ’89 or ‘90?” His attention turned back to the front as he put the truck in gear and started driving. “All the American women who worked at the embassy were obsessed with that asshole. I think I saw a fucking magazine at one point proclaiming him the sexiest man alive. Bullshit,” he scoffed.

“1990,” you said.

He looked over at you.

“What?” He asked.

“Tom Cruise was People’s Sexiest Man Alive in 1990.”

He frowned.

“How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t only American women in Colombia who were obsessed with him. People were crazy about him here too, still are, actually,” you said matter-of-factly. Your eyes met again. “Even if some magazine called him the sexiest man alive almost ten years ago, I’d still choose you with zero hesitation, and I know for a fact you can make me come. Sure, Tom Cruise is attractive, but I honestly don’t believe he knows where the clit is.”

He grinned.

“I do know how to make you come and where your clit is.” There was that chest puffing again as he focused back on the road, and you laughed.

“Yeah, you do. Zero in on it with laser focus. Tom Cruise could never.”

“He fucking couldn’t,” Javi agreed.

“Your ego.” You shook your head.

“You like it,” he said, looking over at you with a smirk.

“I really do.”

Mall del Norte was built in the late seventies, and had been a big fucking deal for Laredo, giving the town access to a large department store, and a movie theater that had more than one screen. Other retailers came in, making it so you didn’t have to drive two hours to San Antonio or McAllen to shop at their malls when you couldn’t find what you needed at the mom-and-pop shops or local specialty stores.

People had worried the smaller shops Laredo had relied on for years would go out of business once Mall del Norte was built, but the community wasn’t big about change—people supported the local places first before branching out to the mall, but as the years had gone on, the newer generations preferred the large department store and retail shops simply for the ease of finding what you needed all in one place.

Javier’s father still shopped local and had known many of the owners for years.

Javier liked going to Sears and being able to pick up socks and new music or a movie. If he browsed, he usually found more shit he didn’t know he needed.

Cielito said she wanted to buy him sweatpants, so they were going to the department store.

It was Sunday, and most people not working attended church functions, which meant the mall was dead; only a handful of people were shopping, the two of them included. The stores were run by bored teenagers all working their summer jobs, who wouldn’t bother them unless they made an effort to get their attention, the kid’s noses stuck in magazines or gossiping with their coworkers.

He held Cielito’s hand as they walked into Sears, Javier taking off his sunglasses and hanging them in the dip of his shirt, the two of them heading straight for the men’s department.

She let go of him to browse a rack of shirts.

“Who is wearing a turtleneck in the middle of June in Texas?” She asked, showing him the white sweater.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he smiled.

“Someone with amazing fucking air conditioning.”

She seemed to think it over.

“The hospital does get chilly. I’ll allow it,” she said, putting it back. She continued looking through hangers. “There is a lot of flannel here.”

“Big ranching and farming community,” he replied with a shrug.

She looked at him, lips curving up in a smile.

“Javi, baby, are you telling me you own flannel?”

“Yeah?”

“So, you could make my lumberjack fantasies come true?”

“Your what?” He asked.

“You know, a strong man wearing flannel and chopping wood, whisks you away to his cabin in the mountains and has his way with you.”

He frowned.

“We live in Texas. Southern Texas.”

“Is that a no to the flannel and wood chopping?” She was giving him big eyes.

“If you want me to die of fucking heatstroke, I can do it,” he closed the distance, leaning in to speak in her ear. There wasn’t really a reason to, with no one else around, but he liked how her breath caught in her throat at his proximity. “Or we can skip the manual labor, and I’ll fuck you wearing the shirt. You want that? Me fucking you however I want?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He kissed her cheek, his hand squeezing her ass before stepping back, seeing her pupils expand.

“I’ll bring over one of my flannels,” he winked.

“You’re too good to me,” she smiled.

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

That made her smile bigger, and his heart skip a beat. He moved back into her space, leaning in to press his lips against hers, his hand holding the back of her head.

She was still smiling when he pulled back, his face mirroring hers.

“Any other requests?” He asked.

“I can’t think of anything, but let’s look around.”

He nodded, following her as she started walking.

She pulled some athletic pants off a rack—black with white stripes down the sides.

“You could use a pair of these,” she said, holding them towards him so he could see.

“Those aren’t sweatpants,” he said slowly.

“No, but they’re tearaway, and with your aversion to underwear around me, and our habit of ending up naked, imagine the ease of just tearing those bad boys off and getting right to it. Sex pants.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m not getting sex pants,” he chuckled.

She pouted.

“I guess they wouldn’t be very practical,” she said, putting them back and moving to where the grey sweatpants were stacked on a shelf. She eyed the sizes, grabbing a pair from the middle, holding them out, letting them unfold, and turned to press them against his waist. “Yes, these will do for that cute butt of yours.”

“Your obsession,” he chuckled.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Says the man who gave me a hickey on my ass. Pot calling the kettle, babe.”

He laughed, hands grabbing onto said ass to pull her into him, leaning down to kiss her.

“A perfect pair,” he murmured against her lips.

“We are,” she replied.

He lightly smacked her ass.

“What else did you want to get?” He asked when he pulled back to look at her.

“Is there anything you need?” She asked.

“Just the sweats.”

“Want to look around?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

She smiled.

“Great!” She grabbed his hand, holding the sweatpants in the other as they started walking, stopping at a display. She grabbed a black cowboy hat and looked at him inquisitively. “You have the flannel, and you’re a rancher—”

“Hats aren’t my thing,” he finished for her.

She set it on his head.

“I don’t know, babe, I’m kind of feeling it.”

He chuckled.

“Want me to wear my boots, too?”

Her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got fucking cowboy boots?”

“I work on a ranch in Texas. I’m a Texan.”

She nodded her head like it all made sense.

“A requirement of being born here, probably got your first pair right out of the womb.”

“I think I was five? Maybe four? I was helping out Pop very young.”

“The thought of a tiny you dressed like a little cowboy is absolutely delightful.”

He smiled.

“Dad will probably pull out the photo albums when we go to the ranch. You’ll get to see photo evidence.”

She looked surprised.

“You want me to meet your dad?” She asked.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly felt unsure.

“Yeah? Sometime in the next couple of weeks. Do you want to meet him?”

“Yes!” She said quickly. “I’d love to.”

He smiled.

“I’ll let him know. He’s dealing with a bunch of shit building a new barn, so we’ll figure out a day.”

“I could make dinner?”

“At the ranch?”

She nodded.

“Yes, if you’re both comfortable with that.”

“We’d love it—we’ll have to bring over what you need.”

“That can be easily arranged,” she smiled.

He took off the hat as he leaned in to kiss her, then set it on her head, giving her an appraising look.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Her eyebrow rose.

“I know that look. In just the cowboy hat?”

“In anything, or nothing at all,” he smirked.

She playfully hit his chest as she giggled.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He ducked his head to get under the hat's brim to kiss her, having to grab it before it fell.

“Only for you,” he said against her lips and felt her smile.

He put the hat back on the display after they parted, and retook her hand, following as she walked around, looking at different things, going through the electronics, her thumbing through CDs, and browsing movies, the two of them talking about things they were looking at.

As they looked at kitchen stuff, he was curious about something after she’d mentioned her mom loving a new blender for Christmas. He knew a little about her family, listening to her stories about growing up and that they still lived in her home state.

“Do you visit them often?” He asked as she investigated a mixing bowl.

She looked at him in confusion.

“Visit who?”

“Your family? You mentioned your mother.”

“Oh!” She smiled, setting the ceramic down. “December.”

“December?”

“Yes, every December during the week with the cheapest flights.”

“You see your family once a year?”

“Yes? Any more, and I’d go crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all very much, but a week in person once a year is enough. Plus, I talk to them a couple of times a week.” She shrugged. She picked up some measuring cups. “They’re going to love meeting you.”

He gulped, nerves settling in his stomach.

“You want me to meet your family?” He asked.

Her eyes met his.

“Of course I do, silly! God, if you’re over when mom calls, she’ll probably want to talk to you. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he said with a nod. He didn’t know what he’d talk to her about, but he wanted to try and make a good impression. Older women tended to like him if he used his charm, except Mrs. Hernandez.

She put the measuring cups back and leaned in to kiss him.

“You’re sweet,” she said.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I do,” she smiled, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the aisle.

They ended up in the home furnishings department, Cielito looking at the assortment of sheets.

“While we’re here I should probably pick up a spare set.”

She was touching the different materials.

“Is there something wrong with the ones you have?” He asked.

Javier thought her bed was comfortable and liked sleeping in her sheets. They were nice and felt good on his body.

Her head turned towards him, smirking.

“I bought two brand new sets when I moved in, and with how many times I’m washing them, I need another to put in rotation.”

“Oh. I’m sorry?” He offered, scratching the back of his neck.

“You’re not.”

He smiled.

“I’m not. Can I buy them?”

Her eyebrow rose.

“You don’t need to buy me sheets.”

He frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Her attention went back to the shelves, eyeing over the options. She picked up some that were deep red with a black floral pattern, rubbing her fingers over the material, with the sweatpants hanging on her arm.

“I like these,” she said. “Not too satiny, so we won’t die of heat. The pattern is cute, and I know your favorite color is red,” she showed them to him. “What do you think, babe?”

She wanted his opinion on her bedding? He felt his chest constrict, swallowing hard.

“You, uh, care what I think about your sheets?” Javier asked.

Her eyebrows creased.

“Yes? We’re both going to sleep in them, so your opinion matters. Do you like this texture?” She pushed it closer to him, and he touched his fingers against it, feeling the soft fabric. “It sort of feels like what I have now, but these feel more crisp and will keep us cool at night. What are you thinking? Do you like them, or should we go with a darker color?”

Javier was feeling overwhelmed by these simple questions.

The sheets he currently slept on at his dad’s had been bought by his mother when he was still living at home—those and the spares were all purchased by her with no input from him. When he lived in Colombia, his apartments came pre-furnished, and the various cleaning ladies who’d tended to them always ensured his bedding was washed or changed. He didn’t even know where the spare sets were kept. The months he’d lived with Lorraine, he sure as fuck didn’t have a say or was allowed an opinion. No one had ever asked his thoughts, and for all his life, he’d just slept on what was provided; even if they were a little scratchy or too warm, he just went with whatever there was. His throat was feeling tight, heart hammering in his chest, that Cielito cared about such a small thing to ensure his comfort and make him feel even more welcome in her home and life.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling the sheets close to her chest. His eyes met hers, and she looked embarrassed. “Was it too much? I can just pick whatever if you don’t have any opinions,” she turned to set them down, but his hand shot out, stopping her.

She turned her head to meet his gaze.

“It’s not too much,” he said. “I’ve just never been asked before.”

“Oh,” she replied softly. “Did you like these?” She asked.

“I think what you currently have is nice, so if they’re similar, I’ll like them.”

“Do you want to touch the others and see if there’s something you like better?”

“I don’t know shit about bedding,” he answered truthfully.

She smiled.

“Then I guess I’ll have to teach you. I feel like Yoda teaching Luke in the ways of the force—always showing you new skills.”

“You used a lot of words I understood individually, but when you put them together made no fucking sense.”

“Master Yoda? Luke Skywalker? Star Wars?”

“Those weird space movies from, what? The eighties?”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes like she was composing herself.

She looked at him.

“Did you call Star Wars weird space movies?”

“Yeah? That’s what they are. Never watched that shit.”

A look of shock came over her face.

“You’ve never seen Star Wars?!” She exclaimed.

He frowned.

They never interested him, and then he was in Colombia and too busy working to go to the movies. He’d heard about them; everyone had heard about them. He’d just never watched them. He was partial to cop movies—Die Hard, Lethal Weapon—in the last five years, he saw a couple of good ones he’d liked—Heat, Fargo—he’d also liked those movies from the eighties with the archeologist who wore the fedora and had a whip, a thought came to him.

“Wasn’t the guy in uh, what the fuck were they called?” He paused. “Indiana Jones! Wasn’t he in those Star War movies?” He asked.

“Star Wars, and yes, Harrison Ford is in them both.”

“Harrison Ford,” he nodded. “He’s been in some good shit. I watched one last year where he played the president.”

“Air Force One.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Have you seen every movie he’s been in?”

She gave him a smile that said he probably wouldn’t like her answer.

“I have seen a good chunk of his filmography. Harrison Ford in Star Wars awakened something in me, Carrie Fisher, too,” she said offhandedly.

He frowned, and she started speaking again.

“If I had to choose between sex with Harrison Ford or you, I’d choose you. I’d choose you every time, no matter what. You’re my dream man,” she said, sounding fondly exasperated.

Javier smiled.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes, really, now we need to circle back. You’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Will you watch them with me?” She looked hopeful.

He chuckled.

“I’ll watch anything with you.”

She smiled brightly.

“Excellent. We will right this wrong and introduce you to space wizards, smugglers, princesses, and bounty hunters.”

“Sounds fucking insane.”

“It’s so good. Trust me.”

“I do.”

She leaned in to kiss him.

“Okay, let me show you the different types of sheets, and you can tell me what you like.’

He smiled at her.

“Sounds good, Cielito.”

Javier was given a lesson on the different fabrics, what times of the year they were best suited for, if they breathed and stayed cool, and he’d laughed when she also advised on traction during sex—silk was out. He’d ended up going with her original pick, based on how they felt and all of the other reasons she’d provided, and as a bonus, they were his favorite color which made him feel warm that she’d remembered.

With the sheets chosen, they looked around some more, Javi carrying the bedding as they held hands, until something caught his eye.

“Can you hold these for a second, baby?” He asked, handing Cielito the sheets.

“Sure.”

He eyed the decorative pillows on display, measuring them in his mind, picking one up, and feeling the thickness.

“These are perfect,” he mused. He looked at her. “Which two of these do you like, Cielito?”

There were four different patterns.

“Oh, they’re really nice, but you don’t need to buy me pillows.”

“I do need to buy them for you. They’ll fit nicely, but you get to choose.”

She frowned.

“Fit nicely? I’m not sure they’ll go with what’s on the couch—”

“They’re not for the couch,” he said.

She looked confused.

“I don’t put decorative pillows on my bed—they just end up on the floor.”

He sighed.

“Cielito, baby, they won’t be for decoration.”

“What will they—” Her eyes widened when she realized, and he grinned. “Javi, you’re buying us sex pillows to keep the bed frame from hitting the wall?”

“Yeah?” He nodded. “They’re the perfect size, and I think Mrs. Hernandez would be grateful.”

“I cannot believe you right now.”

“Really?” His eyebrow rose. “The sex pants?”

She raised her chin.

“I stand by the points I made.”

He shook his head, smiling.

“I really fucking like you,” he said.

She smiled at him.

“I really fucking like you, too. Go with two of the purple ones,” she pointed.

He nodded, grabbing them and taking the sheets back from her. He’d juggled everything into one arm to be able to hold her hand as they continued through the rest of the store, making easy conversation up to the cash register.

“Let me get it all,” he said.

She glared at him.

“I said I was buying you sweatpants, and I’m getting the sheets. You’re not buying them.”

“But—”

“Javier, no. You can get the pillows, and that’s it.”

He frowned.

“Will you let me buy you ice cream?” He asked.

Her eyes softened, smiling at him.

“Yes. Ice cream sounds wonderful.”

He returned the same look, leaning in to whisper against her ear.

“Good girl.”

She sucked in a breath, and he preened as he straightened.

“You’re a fucking menace,” she breathed.

“You like it,” he smirked.

“I really fucking do.”

With their things purchased, and everything placed in a large plastic shopping bag, Javier carried it in one hand, with Cielito’s hand in the other as they walked into the mall and headed for the small food court.

They stopped in the ice cream shop, browsing the assortment of flavors, while the young man working stayed at the cash register, thumbing through a magazine, not even acknowledging their existence.

“Let me guess what you’re going to get,” Cielito said, looking at him with bright eyes.

He smirked, curious about what she’d assume.

“Go ahead.”

She let go of his hand, turning her body to face him as she eyed him up and down, and his eyebrow rose.

“How is checking me out going to tell you what ice cream I like?” He asked.

“Trying to get the vibes and really visualize, you know?”

“That just sounds like you're picturing me naked.”

“Always.” She winked. “Okay, right off, nothing insanely sweet, bubblegum and cotton candy are out, along with anything else in that vein and stuff with fruit. You said ice cream, so no fro-yo. You like to drink coffee, not eat it, so no to that. Mint is out, too.”

“Why is mint out? I could like mint.”

She snorted.

“No, it’s too out there. You’re more of a traditional man in the sense that you like to stick to what you know, which means chocolate and vanilla will be primary.”

She wasn’t wrong so far, and he was impressed.

“You don’t like them plain, though,” she said. “Which means chocolate bases are out. Chocolate with other things added is a no go for you. You’re vanilla,” she said matter-of-factly.

He huffed out an amused breath.

“I’m not vanilla,” he said.

“In that sense, no. Definitely not.” She smirked. ”But with your ice cream, you like that it’s not too much and makes a great base. So,” she moved to stand in front of a section. “Chocolate chip is too predictable. Peanut butter cup is also a no. You’re a vanilla with nuts guy, but are you a maple walnut or pralines and cream person?”

Javier couldn’t believe how spot-on her analysis had been.

She gave him another once over.

“Yeah, back to the not-too-sweet thing. Apologies to Canada, but you like pralines and cream.”

He was stunned. Over thirty fucking flavors, and she’d gotten it on the first try. How did she know him that well?

“You fucking profiled me,” he said.

“Was I right?” She asked with a big smile.

“Yeah. How the fuck?”

She made an excited sound moving into his space, throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing him, Javier’s free hand landing on her back to pull her closer to him as he kissed her harder.

He knew he’d fallen hard, he was gone on her, and his feelings grew stronger each day. She’d broken down his walls and taken up residence, filling him to the brim with her care and affection, sanding away his roughness to make him soft. Everything she did for him, or showed him, made him feel wanted, cared for, and adored, and all of it stemmed from some deeper feeling that, when Javier thought of what it was, he could only describe it as love.

Only four letters, and it was the biggest fucking word in his brain.

It wasn’t something thrown around easily or had even crossed his mind in years prior. He’d never been in love before. Sure, he had feelings and cared about the different women in his past, but it had never been more than just lust—he wasn’t thinking about commitment or futures; it was all in the moment.

He knew Cielito felt some kind of love for him because all of those deeply intense feelings she showed in actions and words, he understood—because he felt them too, and it scared him to death, caring about someone like this, but then she’d make sure he liked the sheets they’d sleep in, or guess his favorite ice cream, and he knew he’d chosen the right person—the fear subsiding, for the time being, only to rear it’s head again in his weakest moments.

It was far too soon to say it out loud—breathing life into those four letters meant no turning back, and there was still time for him to fuck this all up. So, he’d wait, let what they had grow into something more substantial, and know what was really behind her words and actions, and he’d do the same for her, show her how he felt without saying that one word, and hope she understood.

“Are the two of you going to just make out or order ice cream?” The worker said, interrupting Javier’s thoughts. The two of them broke apart, and he glared at the kid, watching him shrink under his gaze. “It was a valid question, dude,” the teen said, putting up his hands in a placating gesture.

A lot of the kids working, Javier didn’t know based on looks and names alone, all too young and raised while he’d been away—he’d know their parents and grandparents, though.

Javier looked at Cielito.

“You know what you want?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Thought I’d get a cone with pralines and cream. It’s my favorite.”

She leaned in to kiss him before turning on her heel to place their order.

Javier was stuck in place. His mind whirling, going over her profile of him, every little thing she’d said, and all of it could be true about her too.

They really were a perfect fucking pair.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

When he smiled, he felt the dimple in his cheek, watching her take one of the cones and talk to the kid who was scooping the ice cream. He moved toward her, taking up the space behind her and kissing her hair. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Whatcha doing back there?” She asked.

“Waiting for my ice cream.”

He kissed her head again.

She turned her attention back to the worker grabbing the next cone, and Javier fished out his wallet from his pocket, quickly paying and putting it away, accepting the ice cream from Cielito.

Javier hung the shopping bag from his wrist to hold the cone with his hand, while his other wrapped around her waist, low on her hip, as they walked out of the ice cream shop, licking their cones, making small talk as they meandered and looked at the different stores, until they ended up in a bookshop.

He knew she liked to read—the bookshelf in her living room was overcrowded with many books, some with well-worn spines that she’d clearly read multiple times, ranging from crime mysteries to fantasy. He’d been intrigued by the assortment of romance novels with the pictures of half-naked men and women on the covers.

They were standing side-by-side at a table just inside the shop, a sign indicating the books were imported international best-sellers. She’d picked up one with a cartoon of a train and a boy on the front, currently reading the back.

“This looks interesting,” she mused.

“Is it a children’s book?” He asked.

“It’s fantasy? Kid finding out he’s secretly a wizard. I’m into it.” She did her best while holding her cone to open the book to the first chapter, holding it with one hand while she continued to lick her ice cream.

He sensed someone was watching them and looked past her to see a young college-aged man standing a little ways away at a shelf, eyes on Cielito. It wouldn’t have been an issue, but the guy was blatantly checking her out, or more leering. Javier could read the man’s dirty thoughts clearly on his face.

What the fuck?

Annoyed with the disrespect, his eyes narrowed, glaring. He knew she was attractive, and the outfit made her look sexy, but Javier was standing right next to her, his hand on her hip, showing they were clearly together, and he didn’t like how the kid was looking at her like a piece of meat—he was honestly surprised the guy wasn’t drooling.

She’s my girlfriend, asshole, as if she’d ever date a college boy.

Javier paused, frowning to himself. Would she date someone college-aged? Did she want someone young and handsome? She’d said Javier was more attractive than Tom Cruise, and that guy had to be a little younger than him. Harrison Ford was definitely older. She said he was her dream man, but if she had the option… Doubt was creeping up inside him, along with dread that there was a possibility he could lose her, his throat getting tight, swallowing hard.

What is happening to me?

It finally registered what he was feeling, and shock hit him like a punch to the gut—he was jealous, pure and simple. He’d never been a jealous guy, that wasn’t who he was, but the thought of Cielito with someone else made that uncomfortable feeling well up inside him.

“What’s wrong?” Cielito asked, stealing him from his thoughts.

Their eyes met, a frown on her lips.

“Nothing,” he answered.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the man, and Javi looked too, seeing the guy wink at her, and anger flared in him.

“Ew, what the fuck,” she looked back at Javier. “Kiss me,” she said.

He locked eyes with her.

“What?” He asked.

“Show that douchebag I’m happily taken and kiss me.”

He couldn’t help but smile, pride swelling in his chest as he leaned in and kissed her hard. He grabbed her ass as he deepened the kiss, tasting vanilla, caramel, and the sweet nuttiness of the praline pecans on her tongue, even better than his own ice cream. He swallowed her moans as their tongues slid together, and he kissed the breath from her lungs, not caring they were in the middle of a bookstore; the only thing that mattered was her, and the fact she wanted him, and for everyone to know.

Those earlier doubts disappeared, replaced with happiness—pure joy. She was his person, and he was hers, and everything was right in the world.

They were breathing heavily when they parted, both smiling.

“You think he got the hint?” Javier asked, squeezing her ass.

She giggled, both of them looking to find the guy had disappeared.

“I think he definitely did.” She turned back towards him. “Are you feeling better, or do you want to leave?”

“Was I obvious?” He frowned.

“With the way you were glaring at the guy, I assumed you were plotting his murder.”

“No murder, just annoyed,” he replied.

“I’m sorry he made you feel like that,” she frowned.

Javier sighed.

“Don’t be sorry, Cielito. You made it better.”

She smiled.

“Killed two birds with one stone—made that asshole uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and made you feel better with your tongue down my throat.”

Javier chuckled.

“Did you want to go or look around some more?” She asked.

She had the book she’d been reading closed in one hand, her ice cream in the other, licked all the way down to the cone.

“We can keep looking,” he answered.

“Great! I want to check out a couple of things, and get this one,” she held up the hardcover.

“I’ll follow you,” he smiled.

They finished their cones as they walked, and she browsed, coming up to the crime mysteries section.

“Do I need to be worried?” He asked, reading the back of one of the books. “A lot of unsolved murders.”

She snorted.

“Only thing you have to worry about is me falling head over heels for you, which, too late,” she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I just like seeing if I can figure out the mystery before the end,” she shrugged, holding a book in her hand and looking at the back. She nodded to herself, setting it on top of the hardcover she was already carrying.

They moved further into the store, passing the romance section, and a book caught his attention, plucking it from the shelf.

“Baby, is this what you meant by your lumberjack fantasies?” He showed her the cover of a burly man with a beard wearing flannel, holding a half-naked woman. He started reading the back. “She was lost in the woods, and he found her. A snow storm is brewing, and he’ll have to think of a way to keep her warm.”

“Oh, they’re gonna fuck,” she said, grabbing the book and adjusting the hardbacks she already had to free up both hands to turn through the pages of the new one until she found what she was looking for, eyes scanning the page. “The smuts pretty good,” she mused.

“You’re reading porn?” He whispered, eyes wide.

She looked at him.

“Yeah? Gotta take a test drive, you know?” Her eyes turned back to the book. “Yes, this will be coming home with me. Good find, babe,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

“Do you read porn often?” He asked.

“Occasionally. It’s good for research,” she winked.

“Research?”

“Yeah. Sometimes you read something, and you want to try it out.”

“Can I help?” He asked quickly.

“Absolutely,” she grinned.

He smiled.

“Did you want to look at any more of these?” He pointed at the section.

She laughed.

“I think that one is enough for this trip. What kinds of books do you like?” She asked, holding all of her finds in one hand and taking his with the other to pull him down the aisle.

“World history, some biographies, on occasion true crime, but I’ve lived a lot of shit I don’t want to read about.”

“That makes sense,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. They stopped in front of the world history section. “Anything calling to you?” She asked, releasing his hand to point at the shelves.

He looked over everything, pulling a book from the shelf and checking it out before putting it back and grabbing another. The one he was holding seemed interesting—about how inequality in the modern world came to be, he nodded to himself.

“I’ll get this,” he said.

“Did you want to see if you wanted anything else?” She asked.

He shook his head.

“I’m okay. I know it’s not exciting like lumberjack porn or unsolved murder.”

She laughed.

“But it’s big brain, and that’s very sexy,” she said.

“You think so?”

“Oh, yeah. I think I got everything I need. My to-read pile is already atrocious, and I shouldn’t add anything else to it.”

He chuckled.

“Okay, Cielito. Let’s get out of here.”

When you both returned to your apartment, you put your books onto your bookshelf and Javi’s on the table next to his side of the bed. The sheets were stored away, and the pillows put into place, Javi making you lay on the mattress to demonstrate the effectiveness, which led to some very intense making out.

You were now sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on your television for something to watch, while Javi changed into his sweatpants.

He came out of your bedroom, and your head turned towards him, watching him walk by as he went to the kitchen, seeing he was shirtless, and the bulge in the sweats making your eyes go wide.

“You want anything to drink, Cielito?” Javi called from the kitchen.

It took you a second to respond.

“Water,” you finally answered.

You heard the sound of a cabinet opening and the faucet running and turning off, Javi walking out a few minutes later with two cups in his hands. When he walked in front of the couch, and you finally got a good look, your mouth fell open, eyes widening. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and you could see the distinct imprint of his dick through the material. You felt your body heat, arousal pooling in your belly. The sweatpants might have been a bad idea if he was going to walk around like this. How were you supposed to get anything done? He set the glasses onto coasters on the table, and your hands reached out to grab his hips, pulling on him.

“Stand in front of me,” you said, your voice coming out breathier than you meant.

His eyebrow rose as he looked at you but complied, moving so he was right in front of you, and his dick was at eye level. Your hands touched his thighs, moving up the strong muscles as you nuzzled your head against his groin.

“Fuck, baby,” Javi breathed.

You could feel him stirring under you, growing thicker, and you mouthed at the prominent bulge, making him moan, his hand landing on your head.

“You, fuck, you really like these?” He asked.

You looked up at him through your lashes.

“I do.”

You mouthed at him more, turning the fabric dark, as he got fully hard, hearing him groan above you. You were already wet, aching for him to be inside you. Javi couldn’t take the teasing anymore, pushing you to lay down on the couch as he crawled on top of you, settling his hips between your thighs, crushing his mouth against yours in a searing kiss.

He was hard, and you could feel him through all the layers when he ground against your core, making you gasp when he rubbed against your clit. The only thing on your brain was his lips on yours and his hips pushing against you, the stimulation exquisite as he set up a rhythm that had you moaning, feeling the coil winding in your belly, going tighter at tighter with each rock of his hips.

His lips came off yours, his hand tugging your shirt up your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down, and you moaned when he pulled a nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He moved from one to the other, sending jolts of pleasure to your pussy, your hands tangled in his hair, getting closer and closer to your release as he continued to grind against you.

Everything was spurring you headlong towards your release, and then he sucked on your nipple harshly, and it had you toppling over the edge with a cry of his name, pleasure coursing through your body, the feeling electric.

His hips stopped moving, mouth coming off your breast as he lifted his head.

“Did you just come?” His voice was deeper, raspier.

It took you a second to reply, nodding your head and looking at him, seeing surprised lust-blown eyes staring back at you.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closing for a second. He opened them again, and you could see how much he wanted you. “Can I—”

“Please,” you practically begged. “Fuck me, please.”

He was moving, sitting up, his hands grabbing the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both off in one smooth motion, and tossing them away. You could see a wet spot on his sweats from his arousal, and it made your cunt clench, watching as he pushed them down, just enough to free his straining cock—bobbing long, thick, hard, the head shiny with precum. He pumped himself a couple of times before moving over you again, one arm holding himself up while his other hand held his thick cock, brushing it against your clit, and through your slit, gathering the wetness. His eyes were on yours as he notched himself at your entrance, seeing the pure want and need in the dark pools—it was a heady thing, to be on the receiving end of that look, knowing what was to come. You licked your lips in anticipation, and his eyes followed the movement, his own tongue mimicking your motions.

He slowly pressed in, both of you moaning as he stretched you open and sheathed himself, the feeling of fullness overwhelming when his hips met yours. You watched his eyes close, face screwed up in pleasure as he held himself inside you, once he was to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, sharing breaths.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned. “Feel so full.” You clenched around him, making him hiss. “Please, move, baby.”

He pulled almost all the way out until just the tip was inside, then pushed back in, making you cry out, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase. He didn’t go fast—setting a steady rhythm—long, hard thrusts that sent your head spinning. His mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue moved against yours, wanting to fill as much of you with him as possible. The two of you were lost in one another, lost in the push and pull, how he kept filling you over and over again, pushing you closer towards your orgasm. You could feel it building, your muscles tightening in your stomach, and your toes curling as he fucked you.

He adjusted your legs higher on his hips to change the angle, thrusts never faltering, when you gasped. The shift in position had him rubbing perfectly over your g-spot on each pass, that blinding pleasure hurtling you to your release, feeling it just in reach. Muffled moans and groans filled the air, and you could hear the wet sounds of him fucking into you, arousal dripping out around him, coating the insides of your thighs.

You were mewling, body tightening as the incredible pleasure built.

His lips came off yours.

“Come for me,” his voice was rough, deep. “Come on, baby.”

He slipped a hand between your bodies, circling your clit with practiced motions.

You loudly moaned his name as you came, pussy spasming, clenching hard around him. Waves of euphoria crashed over your body, your nails digging into his shoulders. You felt the pleasure flowing through your body, spreading into your limbs, engulfing your entire being.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned. “So fucking good to me.”

He worked you through your high, his hips continuing their movements. You knew he could feel you fluttering, his head moving beside yours, mouth against your ear, hearing him panting as he sped up to chase his own high. He wasn’t far behind—his thrusts became erratic before pushing in hard, groaning your name as he came, his cock jerking inside you, making you moan as you felt him pulse and fill you with his release. His hips continued to move, grinding himself as deeply as possible until he hissed from the oversensitivity, gently collapsing on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck.

You liked the weight, it grounding you as your hands moved into his hair, scratching at his scalp, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“That’s nice,” he said, words a little slurred.

You hummed in agreement, moving your head to kiss his cheek, and he adjusted to land his lips on yours. He kissed you softly, tenderly, just for the sake of wanting to kiss you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, kissing as you came down from your highs together, basking in one another, until Javi broke the kiss, leaning up to look you in the eyes.

“The sweatpants were a good idea. I like them,” he said softly.

“I do, too,” you replied.

“I can tell. If I’d known they’d get you this hot and bothered, I would’ve bought a pair a long fucking time ago.”

“Your weaknesses are sundresses and bicycle shorts; mine are your tight jeans and grey sweatpants. The way I can see your dick in the sweats,” you sighed wistfully. “I’m sorry, babe, zero to horny in under five seconds.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling and dimple showing.

“Good to know,” he chuckled.

You frowned, hands moving to cup his cheeks.

“You’re not allowed to wear them outside the house,” you said.

“Why?”

“Because, baby, your dick is too big. Unless you’re wearing underwear, like it’s just there; I’m not the jealous or possessive type, but mine. I’ve called dibs, and I’m not sharing.”

He chuckled.

“Only here,” he leaned in to kiss you. “And you’re mine, too,” he said against your lips. “I’m not sharing.”

“Good. I don’t want anyone else but you,” your muffled voice said.

“I feel the same.”

“Wanna take a shower?”

He broke the kiss, perking up, and you smiled.

“Yes,” he nodded.

You giggled.

“Let’s go.”

You whimpered when he pulled out of you, Javi getting up from the couch, his hands grabbing your own to help you stand. He slapped your ass.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your bedroom.

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Kinktober Day One - Massage (Ari Levison x Reader)

I am a little behind on posting for Kinktober, but here is day one. I’ll have day 2 and 3 posted between today and tomorrow. Please refer to my last post of my Kinktober list. It has all 31 prompts in no particular order! I hope you all enjoy!

The Red Sea Diving Resort in Sudan wasnt how you were planning on spending your vacation, but after missing your connecting flights, your friends booked your week-long stay there in an attempt to save the vacation. Though the ocean views and swims are stunning, you can't ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Seeing your unease, your friend books you for a massage, which gets more personal than expected. (Slightly long, mild dual POV [Ari is third person POV, reader first person POV], mild Dark!Ari Levison. Strong Non-Con / Dub-con. Non-consensual drugging. Oral sex, P in V sex. Mild praise kink. Short curvy reader[not really a warning but height and curves are mentioned so I want to give you a heads up] 18+ Minors DNI)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS POSTED, READ AT OWN RISK.

Since the day you arrived at the run-down ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’ you have been uneasy. No matter what, you cant shake the feeling of being watched. Its almost CONSTANT. In your room, on the beach, in the dining hall, even in your shower. In fact, the only place you didn't feel like you were being watched was under the ocean during a dive. Which is exactly why you had been taking the dive excursion any time one was available.

“How are you going on another dive? We have been here four days and you have already done six!” Your friend, Alyssa, exclaimed from where she was leaning back in the sand, sunbathing on her towel.

“I've only done two scuba dives. The rest were wall freediving.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders. Even now, the hairs on the back of your neck were tingling, yet your quick looks around the beach couldn't spot anyone watching you.

“You know you aren't actually a fish right? You can spend some time on land.” She joked with a smile.

“You know I have always preferred the ocean over the land.” You respond.

“If you keep up diving all the time, you won't be able to walk by the time our vacation is over.” Alyssa pointed out.

“Walking is overrated anyways.” You joke back.

“Actually, its an essential part of life. And to make sure you don't lose your ability to walk, I scheduled a massage for you!” She squealed, excited to share the surprise. You inwardly groaned.

“Why would you do that? And for when?” You ask. You weren't big on having a stranger rub up and down your body. Especially not somewhere that you felt so uneasy.

“Because you need a break. And for tonight at 6! The rest of us are getting them throughout the day! Jolene is in there now.” Alyssa said. “And, since it's my birthday present to you, you can't say no!”

“This entire trip is your birthday present to me. You don't have to get me extras on top of that.” You pointed out. Alyssa laughed in response.

“Technically, it's part of the trip. Now, go finish swimming with the fishes and living your best mermaid dreams, that way you can get back here and have a relaxing massage, hopefully by one of the hot ass men that work here.” Alyssa said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and headed to the boat.

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Ari watched you dive back under the water, eyes glued to your butt as it jiggled as you went down. Since you arrived, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You came off the bus laughing, hair blowing in the breeze that blew your overshirt opn and down your arms slightly, giving him a great view of your cleavage coming out the top of your tank top. Your laugh drew him in, but your looks had him hooked. Short, with an hourglass shape that accentuated your boobs and ass. Wide hips, thick thighs. Clearly your body was mostly muscle with a little cushioning on top, and in your shorts, your legs were on display. The sight made him groan slightly. To say you were his type was an understatement.

He watched Haley check in your group. Eight girls on a vacation in Sudan. Risky to say the least, but he was glad someone had the guts, or stupidity, to book your vacation at his resort. He didn't even realize it at first, but found himself unconsciously following you as you made your way to your room. It was nothing obvious, he kept his distance and always seemed to be doing something else, yet he never lost sight of you. A part of him filled with joy when he saw you walk all the way down to the last bungalow. It was slightly secluded from the rest, and you went in alone, your friends each getting their own as well. Yours however, was closest to his quarters, and allowed him a perfect view into your window.

Over the next few days, he found himself watching your every move. He typically only led one or two excursions a week, but here he was, captain of the boat leading his fourth excursion in three days. Everyone was questioning why he was suddenly going out so much, but he just shrugged them off, saying he was bored and needed something to do. Jake was already the tour leader, so he offered to captain the boat. Once all the divers were happily swimming around, Jake came back to the boat, climbing in.

“You know, she is only here for three more days, if you are going to make a move, it needs to be soon.” Jake said, as he shook the water out of his har. Ari looked away from the spot of water you disappeared under and at Jake.

“Excuse me” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jake scoffed.

“Don't try to deny it. You've practically been following her around like a lost puppy.” Jake said with a laugh. Ari glanced back at the water where you were swimming. “Don’t worry, I am sure she hasn't noticed. The guest wouldn't. But to us, the sudden change in routine is obvious.”

“I am not following her.” Ari responded, running his hand through his hair.

“Right. Sure. Not following her at all. Just coincidentally being everywhere she is, every second of the day.” Jake said with a wink, and in response Ari threw one of the nearby snorkels at him, earning a hearty laugh from Jake. “Right well, if you aren't interested in her, I am sure you don't mind me giving her a massage later.”

“We don't offer massages.” Ari said, a look of confusion on his face. Jake responded with a wicked grin.

“We didn't offer massages. Then her friend, the blonde spending daddy’s money, saw the old storage room with massage tables. One thing led to another, and her entire group booked individual massages for $200 a piece. We are practically rolling in money. And let's face it, being able to rub warm oil over each of their bodies is an added perk.” Ari’s smile dropped before turning into a look of fury.

“We aren't here to make a profit Jake.” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he spoke.

“No shit, lighten up. You're just mad about the idea of my hands all over her body. And where else it might lead.” Jake said with a suggestive wink. Ari’s jaw clenched at his words.

“No, I am not. Since you won't be touching her.” Ari replied. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.

“I wont? Oh, let me guess, another job you coincidentally volunteer for?” Jake laughed, clapping a hand on Ari’s shoulder. “Just think, maybe after you are done loosening her up, she can help loosen you up.” Jake laughed loudly at his own joke, and Ari’s only response was a shove that sent Jake toppling over the side of the boat, back into the water.

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“It was heavenly. I can practically still feel his hands.” Alyssa said with a dreaming sigh.

“If you loved it so much, why don't you take my slot?” You suggested, earning an annoyed look from your friend.

“Everyone knows two massages in a row is pointless. Besides, you need it. I can feel your leg pain from here.” Alyssa joked. “And don't forget to drink water, its better for the massage. Lord knows you're not hydrated enough right now. You really need to drink more water.” You rolled your eyes at her response. She acted like such a mom.

“Fine. Ill go. But only because you insist.” You respond, heading towards your room.

“Right, only because of me and not because of a dreamy, muscle relaxing massage.” She laughed, before going into her room. In your own bungalow, you take a quick shower and change into a loose tank top and shorts, before heading to the massage bungalow. Once you enter, you see the lady from the reception desk laying a cloth on the table.

“Sorry, I am just finishing up. You can strip behind the screen, there is a towel there for you. We use oils, so its recommended to remove everything. Ari already set up some water for you, since your friends mentioned you might be dehydrated. It can have negative effects on the massage. Just lay on the bed face down whenever you are ready, you can cover the essential bits with the towel. Ari will be in momentarily, he is just running a little behind.” She spoke as she moved around the room, lighting all the candles.

“Right, thank you.” You responded, before going behind the screen. You took a few sips of the cucumber water that was there, before stripping. As you wrapped the towel around yourself, you heard her leave. You quickly chugged the rest of the water, before heading to the table. You’d rather get on it before Ari arrived, not wanting to flash him. Once you laid down on the table, you adjusted the small towel the best you could, it barely went from the bottom of your butt to the bottom of your scapulas. No matter how you adjusted it, either your boobs or butt were exposed. Since it was just your side boobs, you opted for coverage on your butt.

The candles had a pleasant smell that filled the room, almost like warm vanilla. The woman had turned a radio on low, pleasant classical music playing gently in the background. It felt like forever before Ari arrived, and you almost fell asleep. Your head turned as you heard the door open. You honestly werent sure who Ari was, but quickly recognized the man who had been leading most of the dives. Instantly, a mild sense of panic filled you. You were already uncomfortable with the idea of the massage, and now that feeling was even worse. It wasn't that he scared you. No, it was that he was the one person that worked at the resort that you found attractive.

He was tall, with dark hair and a beard covering his face. He was strong, with thick muscles on his arms and chest, something you had seen countless times while on the boat tours. It seemed like if he wasn't in the water in a wetsuit, the man was shirtless. Prior to this moment, where he was wearing a loose fitting button up, you were beginning to wonder if he owned shirts at all. He looked over at you with a heart stopping smile.

“Sorry I am late, the last tour finished up later than expected.” He apologized while going over to the table full of what you assumed were massage supplies.

“It's ok, the wait was relaxing.” You replied, before putting your head back in the headhole on the table, silently berating yourself for such a dumb response. Your dumb response, however, earned you a heartly chuckle from Ari.

“Candle lit room with relaxing music and an ocean breeze? It's where I would want to be stuck waiting too.” Though you weren't looking, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

“No.” You were deciding to try and stick with one word answers, as your brain was apparently too dumb to give you intelligent answers. He let out a short hum in response.

“Did you hydrate? It's important for your muscles to have water, it stops them from being sore and achy afterwards.”

“Yea, I drank the water you left.” You responded. Ari glanced over at the empty glass sitting on a table near the dressing screen.

“Hm, good girl.” The words were so low you almost missed them. Almost. But you didn't, you heard them, and those two little words send a warm feeling straight to your core, causing you to tense up. You did not need to get wet from this man giving you a massage. It would be the opposite of relaxing. He noticed your body tensing.

“Relax your muscles. I am going to start with your neck, upper back and arms. Then ill do your lower back, then your legs. We use warm oil, so it might feel weird on your skin at first.” As he finished talking, a warm oil hit your back, causing you to flinch slightly. “Shhh, just relax.” His tone was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but so deep it shook you to the core. It took everything in you to do as he said and relax your muscles.

The room was mostly silent as he worked, save for the soft flow of music. His hands were like magic, spreading the oil across your skin as his hands worked in strong patterns to release the tension from your muscles. You expected the oil to cool down as he moved from one area to the next, but everywhere the oil touched only seemed to get warmer, your skin starting to tingle. Slowly, your entire body relaxed beyond your will as he worked. You steadily grew relaxed, yet tired, your limbs feeling too heavy to move. As he began to work down your back, his fingertips grazed the side of your breasts, earning a soft, involuntary moan from you as your skin broke out in goosebumps. He paused briefly at the sound, admiring the way your skin flushed, before continuing his work. Only this time, something seemed different.

The confident organized strokes of his hands seemed to deviate from any pattern, more often than not touching your breasts, before at one point, openingly fondling the sides for your breasts. You desperately wanted to voice an objection, but the words couldn't seem to process from your brain to your mouth, as the only noise that escaped was another low moan. His hands eventually left your breasts, heading down your back, before massaging right above the curve of your butt. He massaged that area for a while, enjoying the low noises it drew from you.

Your mind was spinning. Everything in you knew this was wrong, and wanted to stop what was happening, but no matter what, you couldn't move or voice your objections. You just laid there, enjoying every second of his hands fondling your body. The towel still covered your ass, allowing some semblance of decency. A part of you figured he would just remove it as he went down, but a small part of your mind felt relief as his hands skipped over the towel, instead moving down your body to your feet. There, he gently applied more of the oil, and began to slowly massage your feet and calves, paying extra attention to the areas that drew little moans from your mouth.

As he made his way up your legs, you couldn't deny the fact that you were drenched between them. Every movement of his hands sent fire to your core, and the constant feeling of heat and tingling from everywhere the oil touched wasn't helping. A ragged breath escaped your lips as his hands massaged your thighs, giving extra attention to the inside of your thighs, as it sent shivers up your spine. As his hands reached the top of your thighs, he removed the towel hiding your butt. A deep moan filled the room, this time from him instead of you. His hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, enough to hurt, before gently massaging the pain away. The same warm oil was generously applied across each cheek, before his hands diligently worked it into your skin. A palm slammed down on your right ass cheek, the smack reverberating throughout the room, followed by a groan.

“Fuck, with an ass like that, who can resist?” He seemed to be talking to himself more than to you as he smacked your other cheek, before gently massaging away the burning sensation his smacks left in each cheek. “Look at you, taking everything I give you with nothing more than a moan. Such a good fucking girl’ He groaned out. One of his hands gripped your hip, lifting it off the table slightly, allowing his other arm to wrap around underneath you. Using that leverage, he easily flipped out over so that you laid on your back. The sudden movement had your world spinning, everything fuzzy as you felt him bend your legs at the knees. Slowly, your vision cleared and you were able to look at him, watching as he slowly drug your body down so that your ass rested that the end of the table, your knees bent and parted as he stood between them.

At some point, he had removed his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to see. His eyes were roving over your body, landing on your breasts. He grabbed the bottle of oil off the table beside you, and slowly applied it up your stomach and then over each breast. As he did, you were able to catch a glimpse of the label that clearly read ‘aphrodisiac oil’. That explained the tingling heat left behind by the oil. He put the bottle back down, before his hands went to your stomach, slowly and sensually massaging it in.

“Everything about you is intoxicating. I knew you'd enjoy this.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving your body as he worked. “After all, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” He seemed to smile at his own joke, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Oh, that's right, you can't, can you?” A sinking feeling formed in your gut as he spoke, his words confirming your suspicions. As if he could see the fear in your eyes, he continued “Oh, don't worry darling. Its just a mild sedative. Tasteless in water, and relatively harmless. It just makes you tired enough not to object, without making you fall asleep. After all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun.” As he spoke, his hands moved up to your breasts, slowly massaging the outside of them, teasingly avoiding the nipple as your eyes closed and your back ever so slightly arched into his touch.

Your mind was a warzone. Almost every part of you was against this, the voice in your head screaming at him, screaming at you, and just screaming in general. But even that voice couldn't ignore the pleasure rippling through your body at his touch. A pathetic mewling moan escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted over your nipples. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down towards your chest.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He whispered against the skin of your breast, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against the sensitive skin there. You let out a loud strangled gasp as his mouth closed down around your right nipple, suckling it gently as his hips ground against yours, his hard length rubbing against your core, only the coarse material of his shorts separating you. He gently bit your nipple as his hand played with your other breast. He did that for several moments, switching between harsh nips and gentle suckles as he massaged your breast, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your side, sending shivers through your body. The combined sensations were too much for your brain to handle, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Ari smirked in response, before switching breasts, giving your other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied with how red and raw your nipples looked, he slowly straightened taking in the sight of you as he did so.

“I havent even fucked you yet, and you already have a fucked out expression on your face.” He said, causing you to close your eyes in shame. “Fuck, nearly your entire body flushed at that.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, almost as if he was proud he could elicit such a response from you. A hand gently stroked your face, coaxing your eyes open. “Don't be ashamed, darling, I love every little reaction you give me.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself between your legs, never breaking eye contact as his head leveled out between your thighs. “I am just getting started. And I want to see every. little. reaction.” After each word, he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, alternating between your legs but getting ever closer to your core. A shuddering breath left your lips as his mouth hovered right over your core, his hot breath sending shocks through your body. For a moment, he didn't move, he just watched as your body shook and trembled from the anticipation of what was to happen. Once your eyes left the ceiling and met his, he dove in, giving one long swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top, being sure to just miss the clit. Something between a gasp and a yell escaped you, earning a smile from him.

“Fuck, you are delicious. Such a good girl.” He muttered the last part before returning his mouth to your pussy, begging to lap and suckle at it like a starved dog. His arms wound around the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and flush with his mouth. His tongue dove inside your clenching hole, and your eyes rolled back as a long moan left your lips. He didn’t stop, instead he made sure to brush his nose against your clit, causing you to jolt from the sensation. He made a pattern of thrusting into you with his tongue, before lazily licking up to your clit, circling it once, before diving back into your hole. The sensation was maddening as your body began to tremble, but never enough to bring you over the edge.

He moved your legs so that they went over his shoulders, and one of his hands went up the side of your body to play with your breast. His mouth went to your clit, sucking it harshly, with an occasional nip. As he did, his other hand went to your core, two thick fingers sliding in at once. The burn was delicious in combination with the feeling of his mouth on your clit and fingers pinching your nipples. He steadily began to pump his fingers in and out, but just before you came, he froze. A groan of frustration left you as your eyes opened, looking down at him. As soon as your eyes met his, his fingers curled, hitting your G-spot as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard. You came so hard your vision went white, a strangled moan left your throat as your entire body trembled around him. His fingers left your body, his tongue taking their places as he let you ride out your high.

As your vision returned, you felt his touch leave you and you heard the rustle of clothing. You looked at him to see him removing his shorts, his erection on full display. A choked noise left you at the sight of him. Not only was he big, he was thick. Thicker than anyone you had seen before. Ari followed your gaze to his cock with a smile.

“Don't worry, I wont have you repay that favor, yet. We do have three more days for that.” As he spoke, he returned to the spot between your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before lifting them, pressing them against your stomach as he put your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the tip of him pressing against your core. He rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your fluids. “No, now, now I give us what we both want.” After he spoke, the tip of him pressed into your core, entering slowly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed himself into you. Your body burned from the stretch, but he was going slow enough that it wasn't truly painful. No, the burn was delicious, setting your skin on fire as he moved. Your eyes closed as he worked himself into you, only to pop back open when a harsh smack fell on your breast.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see every little detail as I fuck you.” His words sent shivers down your spine as your eyes locked with his. As soon as they did, he slammed the rest of himself into you, causing you to yelp. His mouth dropped open, panting heavy breaths as he stared down at you. “Fuck. So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.” The words came out in low pants as he stood there, perfectly still as he rested inside you to the hilt. You were thankful he wasn't moving, giving your body time to adjust to the stretch.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked with a smile, knowing you couldn’t give him an answer. His hands slid up and down your thighs for a moment, before one locked onto your waist and the other moved up your torso towards your breasts. As soon as he started moving, he set up a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you swiftly. His hand rested on your stomach as he moved, his eyes watching your breast bounce with each powerful thrust. His hand made its way up your stomach, past your breasts and to your throat, wrapping around it. He didn't apply pressure, his hand just resting there and using it as leverage to slam your body down towards his as he moved. The hand on your waist crept inwards, fingers playing with your clit as he moved. As soon as his fingers touched your clit, your eyes closed. The hand on your neck disappeared, and a burning sting erupted across your right breast as he smacked it.

“Eyes. On. Me.” Each word was accentuated with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your eyes opened and locked with his. “Good girl. Look at you. Flushed from head to toe. Eyes glazing over. Mouth parted in a never ending string of moans. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His thrusts were getting harder as his left hand returned to your hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise, while his right hand went to your clit, harshly swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Ari leaned forward, folding your body in half as he slid you up the table, just enough for him to climb on it with you, all without him ever leaving your body. Your knees were by your shoulders as his toes pressed against yours, his face merely inches from your own. His thrust became erratic as his face leaned into yours, his lips catching yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue danced into your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling as you came for a second time. Ari’s mouth swallowed your cries, his thrusts never stopping as he worked right through your orgasm, chasing his own high. With three more harsh thrust, he came, his hot cum painting the inside of your walls. He let out a low deep moan, right into your mouth as he never stopped hissing you. A few lazy thrusts rode out his orgasm before he went still.

He was still inside you when he pulled back from the kiss, his hands on either side of your head, supporting your weight. You hazily looked up at him, exhausted from both the orgasms and the drugs. He stared down at you for a moment, not saying a word. He then slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he did. He got off the table, standing beside you. He took a second to just look you over, appreciating how you looked thoroughly fucked. His eyes met yours again and he smirked.

“It's ok, darling, you can rest. I'll take you back to your room.” As he spoke, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large towel to cover you with. He gently wrapped it around your body, effortlessly maneuvering your limbs as he needed. “We will take a shower, get you cleaned up, and then we can sleep.” He picked you up, carrying you bridal style as he made his way out of the bungalow towards yours. “After all, you will need rest for our excursion tomorrow. A one on one personal tour of the reef, with me. Gotta make the last three days count.” He winked down at you when he finished, and though exhaustion was taking over your body, you knew it was far from over, and it was going to be a very long three days.

#dark romance #no minors #ari levinson #chis evans #red sea diving resort #kinktober #kinktober2022 #oneshot #ari levison x reader #reader

[monster-noises]

not to be basic but 1 and 2 from that meta ask meme?

all the question are on the list for a reason Anon! no need to put yourself down for it v-v 1&2 are Excellent questions I"m happy to answer! now. I Imagine you intended this for Lazarus, But! you were not specific so you will now get a Very long post about Everyone >:3c (and by everyone I mean the main 3 characters I consider 'Bartholomew's Nasty Little Bastards')

First up, of course, we will do Lazarus! 1. What inspired you to create your oc?

The really obvious answer here is Re8, my instant consuming love for it and for Karl, the overwhelming need to like... Participate, somehow, in that world, but not being able to cross the Full self-insert hurdle.. He's basically a very Warped-beyond-recognition version of a self-insert, a guy all his own but in somewhere still very Connected to the Me. But the more like.. in depth stuff, like what inspired Lazarus to Be Who He Is is like.. I love like.. weird Art Gore, Body-As-Art kinda shit, Meaningful and disturbing.. somehow Comforting and he's kinda the perfect vessel for that. I've had the Human Taxidermy Artist thing floating around the back of my mind for a decade or so just Waiting for a place to land and Laz was a golden opportunity v-v.

2.Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance? When I was settling Lazarus's design I wanted him to have this appearance of like, a very refined and elegant individual; beautiful in a sort of Severe way, but twist it up ever so slightly so he registers as Uncanny and Gross. Beauty Hiding Filth and all that. (just think about how many Fluids get into that Velvet Ensemble on the daily, it's Not Good.) Like the way his pants cut him and the vertical lines make him just All Leg. And his pallid bloodstained skin which makes him look like a Walking Corpse, hair slicked back with its own grease.. a figure that's bewitching and unsettling to witness also yes, the hair is Both a Me thing and a Bride of Frankenstein thing.

Virgil always feels right coming Second on these things.. 1. Inspiration Virgil is ooooooooooold, he's so Old, virgil is Ancient Virgil is possibly my oldest still-in-use OC, I created him a Looooooong ass time ago. like 2010 Long Ass Time. That is to say I do not know Why she exists.

Okay, Not entirely true. I made her for a comic I was writing with my friend at the time. She was my part of the main villain pair, but I do Not remember how I ended up on Toxicologist prodigy but make it Cowboy (which was always a bit of a misnomer for the vibe but nowadays Especially he's less Johnny Cash more Nickleback) I Think, I Think, what I wanted was to have a character that contrasted the Hardest against my friends main villain? who was very Orderly and Serious and Efficient?? beats me though that was So long ago.. I was also just listening to a Lot of Nickleback-esk music at the time, which may have been an influencing factor lmao

2. Appearance Virgil's appearance is pretty simple to explain, all told! He's a Country Boy/Girl, rowdy and ostentatious, and very secure in her understanding of that part of herself. It's where she comes from, and despite his rocky relationship with home it's who he is, y'know? The brightest (and most dangerous) mind in Toxicology doesn't Have to look exactly how you'd Expect her to look now does she? (Virgil pictured here on the Right)

Now our wonderful little Ulysses vwv)/ 1. Inspiration oh this is an Interesting one!! Ulysses (and Charlie, for that matter) came from 2 distinct places to land where they are now.. From time to time I like to entertain the idea of starting a band and having a musical career of some kind, something that blends my love of folk/bluegrass, prog-rock, and power metal into a loud villainous and exhilarating sound. and a few years back, as I was getting into Bluegrass for the first time, I was struck by a Concept for a Concept Album. It was called The Book of Brother UIysses; the story of a sniveling little priest in the frontier days and his Cursed Book, following him around as he fed townsfolk to whatever entity lived in its pages until he was finally Consumed himself. I toyed with it for a bit and eventually put it back on the shelf until the Musical Fancy struck me once more, untiiiiil I was listening to friends at the table: sangfielle and had both a deep desire to do a Horror-Fantasy Western ttrpg And satisfy my ever-present desire to weasel my way into playing two characters at once.. and I pulled ol' Ulysses off the shelf again and made some.. Additions. This has evolved now into them being just like.. free floating OC's? I don't plan on making a comic out of them, I would Still love an opportunity to play them in a TTRPG setting, but I'm not Banking on it, and hey, who knows, maybe I Will make that album someday, but for now they just kinda amorphously Exist within Something resembling a Narrative in my head after a long and complicated journey...

2. Appearance Similar to Lazarus, I wanted Ulysses to be unsettling, but in a Slightly different way. He's too clean- his all black outfit is never grimy, he is clean shaven his hair perfectly quaffed, with that plastered on grin, under eyes obscured by reflective glasses the vibes are just Immediately Off. To the flip side of that I always wanted him to look kinda.. pathetic. When we see him outside of his Persona as The Keeper of the Book, as just a man that is still Human in many ways; he's just.. small, waifish, behind the glasses his eyes are big and jittery, like a pray animal caught in a snare and still trying to fight its way out..

#monster noises #meat husband #dirtbag super genius #the book of brother ulysses #okay so I Lied #All told there are 5 characters in the #'Bartholomew's Nasty Little Bastard's' #club... #but I got tired and these three Are like.. the Main three #and the three I think people may actually recognize and care about #the other two #for those curious #are Idris #(the golden robot who runs a smuggling empire from the same story as Virgil) #and Montgomery (my Renn Faire costume character - #originally excluded because he's both a character and a persona and sometimes that makes me feel weird about including him in group stuff) #but if you take the time to read this and you Do wanna know that stuff for these two I will gladly hop on tomorrow sometime and add them! #explaining my design process for characters is such a Trial though oh my God #because my process is so.. not on purpose? #if that makes sense? #nine times out of ten these motherfuckers appear in my head fully assembled and I just have to go 'Okay!!!' and get on with it #Sometimes I gotta do a bit of work #like Lazarus went through a few iterations before we landed on the pinstripe vest and pants combo #but the core of the outfit and the Intent of the whole thing was always the same #and I Did have to change Virgil over from a Anthro Coyote to a human and That took a few passes to get right #but I don't feel like there's any.. Why to that #at nothing I can place in words #she ended up looking like that because that's how she's supposed to look! #what else do you want from me!!!!

[aerodaltonimperial]

Apparently I am doing this now because UGH LIFE IS SO OVERWHELMING AND UPSETTING listen i can't explain this except We Best Love season 2 knew that everything is hotter in business wear and I agree

A beginning scene from a Chrono Cross enemies to lovers corporate AU!!! (Apparently I will be writing this here so lol if you for some bizarre reason want to be on a tag list whenever I become upset and write more let me know)

Acacia LTD's office building was specifically designed to be confusing, which is why Norris is so frustrated when he loses twenty minutes trying to find the right elevator to take him to the right lobby in order to get out to his car again. He's tired, and the reception on his first day was, predictably, not met with friendly smiles, and he's already missed the hotel bar's happy hour. If he punches the ground floor button on the elevator harder than necessary, well, at least there's no one around to see it.

At least until the doors open up on floor 21, and Glenn steps in. Norris swallows a long-suffering sigh, for Glenn, as a son of the late co-owner Garai, was part of the marathon four-hour meeting at the beginning of the day when tensions were already high and there wasn't nearly enough coffee to keep people from snapping at him--not that caffeine would have stopped any of them, given the circumstances.

Glenn is quiet until the elevator starts moving down again. "Luccia says you used to be on the R&D team with Porre."

"What did you do, a full background check?" Norris asks, and then huffs. "Trying to find something to use against me?"

"Know thy enemy, right?" Glenn counters. His eyes flash. "Why did you move up into management?"

Norris levels him with a hard stare. "Leadership qualities."

"So you're a kiss ass."

"Said by the nepotism hire."

Glenn’s expression darkens, his mouth curling. "I'm good at my job."

"So am I," Norris returns.

The elevator dings, doors opening on the ground floor, just as Glenn offers a threatening little, "We'll see about that."

Norris steps forward to slam his hand on the button to close the doors again, because it's been the longest day in existence and he's already out of sorts, and the last thing he needs is some privileged upstart giving him sass. "You can't stop this merger by making me look bad."

"Can't we?" Glenn says, eyebrows rising. "What happens when you go back in two weeks without anything to show for it but a headache and a mile-long room service tab?"

"You're lucky this is even being proposed as a merger instead of a buy-out!" Norris exclaims. "Acacia is in the red--"

"And we'll figure out how to fix it on our own. "

Norris stares at him. "It's not my fault that your CEO made a bad investment and tanked the company stock, you know; should these talks prove positive, Porre is planning on keeping everyone here in their positions."

"Are you threatening my job?" Glenn demands.

"I'm not, but my boss might."

Glenn laughs, mirthless. He tries to roll up his sleeves as though they aren't already folded just below his elbows, the crisp lines of the buttons disappearing into the deep V of his pinstripe vest. "You're a real piece of shit, you know that?"

"I'm trying to help," Norris says.

"No, you're angling for a promotion, and you're using our company's downfall to do it."

"At least you finally admit it's a downfall."

Glenn glares at him, thunderous. "You're a dick."

"Doesn't seem to matter much," Norris replies, even though it stings.

Glenn surges forward, and Norrs steps aside out of instinct; the elevator doors open up with another mechanical hiss. "Don't expect to find any friends here."

"I wasn't, but thanks for the heads up."

The other man pushes past him with a breeze of aftershave, the barest hint of the cologne remaining after the day. "Go to hell."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," Norris calls to Glenn's retreating back, and then, fuming, he follows the other into the lobby with full intentions of having the hotel front desk send up an entire bottle of Scotch once he returns. At this point, it's worth putting it on his own credit card.

Not for the first time, he wishes Porre would have sent someone else to see the initial merger discussions through, because he's encountered nothing but hostility amongst Acacia's employees.

#Chrono Cross #Ficlet #Corporate au!!!!! #BUSINESS WEAR!!!!! #enemies to lovers!!!! #How many characters can I work in here PROBABLY A LOT!!!!

[youthoughtiwasserious]

Because of my disabilities, both physical and mental, I have a love-hate relationship with trips.

I'm taking a very short road trip (2.5h one-way) to a friend's house for the Labor Day weekend. We'll be staying for 2 nights, then leave sometime early on Monday.

Packing for extended trips always stresses me out because of all the items I need to bring with me (and remember to bring). I don't need much in the way of clothing or toiletries, but meds and safe foods are a must for me. I have EDS, POTS, PCOS, IBS, OAB, & reactive airways dysfunction syndrome. All of these conditions can (and often do) act up at any point, so I always need to pack a bunch of shit to cover my bases.

Here's an idea as to what meds/medical items I packed for this short trip:

2 inhalers (steroid & rescue)

Medicated cough drops

Regular cough drops

SeaBands (luckily I don't get motion sickness on car rides -knock on wood- but I have them with me just in case)

Ginger lozenges (these are AMAZING for nausea, which I get pretty often & I hate bc I have emetophobia)

Extra strength antacids (for nausea or indigestion [a lot of foods bother me, unfortunately])

Charcoal pills (for when I ate something that REALLY bothered me & the lozenges don't work. Used cautiously & only as a last resort so it doesn't fuck with my medication)

Magnesium (for when I lean more toward IBS-C & for anxiety/POTS)

Small vial of salt (for POTS/rapid rehydration)

Electrolyte drink mixes (also for POTS)

Extra strength Tylenol (both regular & menstrual versions)

Antihistamines (sometimes these help with joint/muscle pain related to MCAS)

Compression socks (for pain & blood circulation)

Compression gloves (for pain)

Bengay or IcyHot

Urination device (for if my OAB acts up & there isn't a rest stop for a while)

Extra underwear & wipes (self-explanatory)

Towels (self-explanatory)

Big-ass water bottle (I get dehydrated v easily)

Safe snacks such as mixed nuts, Nature Valley protein bars, & peanut butter snack packs)

And I tried to pack LIGHT. But due to having COVID ~3 weeks ago, it's causing a flare-up for my lung condition, so I've had to be more aggressive with my treatment until I go for another pulmonary function test in October. It also must have messed up my already messed up hormones because it caused me to have a period for six weeks. The dizziness, headaches, and nausea that came along with losing blood for so long was not fun whatsoever. Now I'm just trying to be extra prepared for trips where I know I'm going to be expending a lot of energy & where I won't have access to my full "sick kit."

I also end up feeling embarrassed about needing to take care of myself when I'm not feeling well because I'm the only person in my friend group that's disabled. And they often forget that because, well, I don't ""look disabled."" I also don't like to bring it up too much because I feel like a killjoy, or like I'm holding them back. Often they're v chill about it when I do bring it up, which I'm super grateful for, but I can tell that sometimes they're thinking, "Really? You can't handle even this?" Which is...not great.

Anyway, remembering to pack all this shit, on top of all the other items that need to be packed, SUCKS. It gets so overwhelming for my executive dysfunction (bc ofc I have ADHD, too). I try to put lists together for each category so that I don't have to rely solely on memory as I'm packing, and it helps with not forgetting anything when it's time to pack up and go home. It's still a tad stressful to see so many items on my lists, but at least checking them off as I pack them is pretty quick.

Another thing that sucks when getting ready for a trip is time blindness always screws me over when I'm getting ready. Regardless of how early I get up or how many timers I set, I ALWAYS manage to take too long getting ready & then I leave for my trip way later than I wanted to. Luckily we hit the road only like 10 minutes later than we wanted, so it wasn't too much of a delay, but man that race against the clock always adds an element of stress that I could do without.

A saving grace for this trip so far has been my earbuds. I have the Anker Soundcore A40s I think & they are phenomenal (not sponsored I promise). I get overstimulated by sound pretty easily, and that includes the wind whipping around the car on the highway, or my life partner's psychedelic rock playing on the radio at a low volume (but still "too loud" for me). My solution this trip has been to put in my earbuds & turn on noise cancellation with no music playing. Oh my goodness I have felt so fucking chill since doing that. It no joke dims out the sound by like half - even with no music playing. Also they don't dig into my ears after a while like my 1st gen Galaxy Buds do, so I could wear these for hours. I'm honestly going to do this for my trip to Cancun 2 months from now bc holy shit this feels like a cheat code for me.

Honestly, I like trips. I'm not a fan of planes, but I'll get on one if it means I get to visit my friends and family in another state, or go to another country. I work in an office, so being on the road and feeling the sun warm my skin as I passively drink in the scenery that surrounds me is such a welcomed change of pace. Using the car ride as an excuse to ramble on about silly or deep things with my tripmate(s), belt at the top of our lungs to a musical soundtrack, or sort through my many scattered thoughts to my steering wheel, is something that I will never take for granted. Being able to escape, even just for a little while, the monotony of everyday life is what makes traveling worth it for me.

I often don't get the chance to see family, friends, or new places. Due to my disabilities and the chronic fatigue that comes with them, life experiences are not as frequent as I would love for them to be. So when the rare chance comes my way - assuming I'm not nursing a migraine, vertigo, or stomach issues - I jump on that shit.

I was not feeling this trip when I first got up this morning. I was dreading the packing, the drive, the symptom management, the planning of what foods I could eat at the restaurant my friends want to visit, & also I've been dealing with some pretty hefty social anxiety and rejection sensitivity lately so I've been avoiding social interactions. But the first part of the day ended up being okay, plus the trip has been smooth so far since we got on the road -knock on wood again-, so I'm a little more hopeful about the actual visit going well. Fingers crossed it's more fun and positive than I'm expecting.

#text #my rambles #adhd #disabled #road trip

[loveanoutcast]

ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-

Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀

only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader

Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D

Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-

"Assumptions."

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader

TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old

Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane

It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.

That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"

Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.

He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.

You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.

The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.

"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"

You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.

"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."

Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.

"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"

You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.

"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.

All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.

"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?

Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.

"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."

"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."

You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.

You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.

"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.

"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.

Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.

"Help! Someone call a doctor!"

The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.

"Sir, let me see."

"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"

"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.

"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."

"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.

"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.

"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.

"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.

You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.

"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."

Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."

"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.

"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."

"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.

"Don't mention it."

"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.

The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.

"Are you a nurse or something?"

"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."

The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."

"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"

Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"

"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.

You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."

However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."

Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.

When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.

The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.

"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."

"Where's the guy?"

"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."

Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,

"What happened to your face?"

The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."

"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.

He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."

He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.

You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.

"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."

Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"

You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.

"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"

"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."

It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.

"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."

Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.

You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.

His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.

"Who's got you turning red brat?"

"Uh-it's nothing, captain."

He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.

"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."

"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.

"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.

You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."

"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."

"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.

"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"

"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."

Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.

Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.

It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.

Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.

You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.

It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.

Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.

It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.

"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.

"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.

"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.

As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.

"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.

"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."

"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."

You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,

"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."

Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,

"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."

"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.

"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."

You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."

Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.

"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"

When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.

"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."

"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.

"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."

"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.

"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."

You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.

"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."

"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.

"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."

"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."

You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.

"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."

"So he's charming?"

You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.

Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.

"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,

"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.

"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.

"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."

You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."

You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.

"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.

"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"

Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."

You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"You're so fucking dense, Eren."

"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."

You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."

"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"

"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.

"Shallow." He spit out.

"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.

"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,

"We what, Eren?"

"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.

"Eren...come here."

"No, I should g-"

"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.

"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."

It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,

"Do you maybe feel the same way?"

You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.

When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."

The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.

"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.

The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."

He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.

A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-

"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."

His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.

Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."

Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.

You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.

You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.

"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."

His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.

"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.

"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.

He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.

"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.

Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.

"Please what baby?"

"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.

You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.

"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."

He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.

"With me."

You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.

Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, right there princess?"

You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.

"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."

"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"

Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.

"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.

The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.

Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.

"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"

"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."

Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.

The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.

His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.

"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.

"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.

You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.

Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.

His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.

"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.

You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.

He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.

You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"

"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.

You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.

"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"

They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.

"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.

"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."

You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.

"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."

"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.

The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.

"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.

You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.

"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"

The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.

You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.

Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.

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[thatbangtanbloom]

unspoken | bts [1]

unspoken

teaser | [1]

characters: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook, reader

pairings: ot7 x fem! reader

categories: angst, fluff, smut

genre: idol!bts, idol!reader (maybe obsessive!bts??? yandere!bts???)

warnings: reader has her life TOGETHER (???appears to anyway), jungkook being sad about reader giving others (mostly tae) attention, make out on the couch, sex on the couch, all the boys kinda obsessive behavior mentioned at the end?, bts members are possessive (mostly jk!!), (uhhh may be slight yandere themes? no violence to)

a/n: this follows immediately after the teaser, so it mostly focuses on jungkook!!! other members will be introduced in the next chapters

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to holding things together. You had been trained for years to be a top idol. Five: those were the years you spent bringing your lyricism to perfection, years dedicated to personality training for variety shows and publicity conferences, years conjured up in between vocal training sessions and dance practices to make you every bit of a fourth generation idol that you could manage. As the leader of one of the the top girl groups in Korea, you had grown used to taking constructive criticism and turning it into perfect moves. You leveraged commercial film deals with ease as you opted for optimal screen time for each of your members easily. You easily quelled squabbles between the four other members in your group over bouts of jealousy and short term argument. For years, you trained as a lone gem to bring both men and women to your knees alike with the mere turn of your wrist or seductive smile. You were trained for everything.

What you were not trained for were your seven boyfriends. The seven of them did not hold a single provision in your years of training nor was there any booklet for explaining how to juggle their varying needs and degrees of affection they desired from you. None of them has been forecasted as an event in your already packed schedule between V-Lives, fan meetings, press conferences, or music shows when collecting win after win. You still managed your best.

When you were not preparing for a new album, learning a new dance routine, or writing new lyrics, your time was divided up amongst the seven of them. You often accompanied Seokjin as he played Maple Story with you settled into his lap with a giggle whenever he complained about the new skins. Or, you could be found sitting in the studio with Yoongi drinking iced americanos (a drink you detested more than the monthly evaluations you had as a trainee) working on lyrics together with your fingers entwined together. With Hoseok, you spent the bulk of your time dancing to your hearts content or pressed against one another in ways that would appear amoral if not for the spoken seductions he would whisper to you. Namjoon’s own commitment to giving you an endless list of recommendations as you laid in his arms, conversing about the black ink on white pages with full hearts. Jimin often meant being cuddled under heaps of blankets as you watched animal videos together and played with his hair when you were not reassuring him of how well he had done the day before. Taehyung meant practicing the scripts together for the dramas you would audition for and splashing each other to your hearts content as you washed the dishes of the dorm after Seokjin cooked. And lastly, being with Jungkook meant impromptu video shoots all the time; the boy wanting to remember every moment he spent with you as though it would be his last.

You may not had been the most organized, but you did know how to cherish each of your boys just as you did the other valuable people and aspirations within your life. While not meticulous, things almost always went to plan for you when you worked hard enough… but even that meant that surprises (especially the pleasant surprises) could make all the difference.

So it was given when you woke up at five in the morning the next day to find Jungkook sitting rigidly on the sofa, you had an inkling of how your day would go with this very uncommon occurence. The youngest of your boyfriends often opted for staying up only when playing video games or producing new tracks for his highly anticipated mixtape, but you saw nothing in hand but his phone.

“You’re awake.” You comment as you lean over the couch to press your lips gently against his temple. All the tension in his body seems to leave when his arms snake around your waist to send you plummeting into his lap.

Jungkook had always been rather fond of using his strength against you.

“You were with hyung again, last night.” He stares more so as a statement rather than a question. It had been one of those days when things felt a bit too overwhelming and Taehyung had sensed it before you. It was not intentional you found yourself being coddled by the raven haired man, but it seemed to be happening more and more as contract recertification was coming and the girls growing increasingly antsy about future concepts.

You can hear the displeasure in Jungkook’s voice. “Is something wrong?” You ask as you sit up in his lap to touch his cheek.

“You’re always with him.” Jungkook whispers with a frown settling on his lips. “You know he’s not your only boyfriend, right? There’s me... and the others..”

You bite the inside of your lip as you think about the delicate balance of your relationship with the seven of them. Their feelings weren’t as easy as dodging invasive questions in a press conference or could be corrected after a quick meeting with producers. Perhaps you were not as prepared as you thought. You just wanted to hold it together again.

“I know you’re my boyfriend too, Kook.” You say as you snake your arms around his shoulders. “You know that I love you all equally, right?”

Scoffing, Jungkook pouts. “You say that,”

“Jungkook.” You frown deeper as you press your forehead against his. “I mean it. I love you all the same! Each of you have your own charms that make me realize why I wanted to be with you in the first place. I love you just as much as I love Taehyung and I love Taehyung just as much as I love Seokjin. And I love Seokjin as much as I love Nam-“

“야.. 야... I gathered that much. You could have stopped with loving me.” Jungkook jokes, making the familiar flutter of your stomach return. You were happy he understood. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”

“You’re not?” You muse with a raise of your brow.

“Mmm.” Jungkook replies as his hands grip both of your hips to pull you closer before pressing you flushed against his chest. “I can think of ways for you to make it up to me, baby girl.” He is no less subtle as his hands run up along your sides and settle over your breast. He opts for teasing the right one first, circling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb. “I can think of a very good way for you to make it up to me.”

He lifts up your white shirt and tugs down the cup of your bra to place an open-mouthed kiss onto your right breast and then your left with a long sigh. “So. so..so fucking pretty and all for me,” His words send vibrations along your skin. He reluctantly pulls back, watching your shirt fall back over your frame and rubs the small of your back gingerly. “I always want you, you know that, right?”

“If you want me, you know you already have me.” You quip prior to kissing along his jawline. He was a sucker for kisses there- he always had been. The thought of your kisses alone could have him cupping the base of his cock and edging himself for release when he thinks about your soft lips on his jaw, his neck, his lips, his cock.

Nevertheless, you scoff at his words. He always amused you when he pulled out that nickname in particular, but you couldn’t deny that it combined with the taunting look in his eyes did provoke some part of you. “I have to get back to the dorms before the girls wake up, Jungkook.”

“I’ll drive you.” He offers with a smile as devilish as Lucifer himself. Jeon Jungkook was equal parts crafty as he was intelligent.

“As enticing as it is to do that and we both know how badly I do want you,” you preface as you toy with the golden chain that dangles around Jungkook’s neck. He had known you were far too fond of it. “That will draw attention.. they’ll recognize your car.” You frown in attempts to reasoning with him. He doesn’t back down though; he never does when it comes to you.

“We can figure things out,” He whispers as he begins to kiss along you neck slowly. The sensation of his lips are gentle in comparison to the way his hips rut against your own. “Just wanna be inside you.. it’s been so long.”

The youngest of your boyfriends always had a bit of an appetite. During award shows, he often was the first to come find you in some miraculous show of stealth. Even during concerts when BigHit would hold its annual New Years Eve Live, he would linger backstage to catch a glimpse of you. You have dated him long enough to know the subtlety was not his forte. Now was no different.

You tug lightly at the ends of his hair to make him look at you. It is instinctual; the moan falling from his lips as his grip on your hip tightens. It does not stop either as he expertly rolls his hips against your spread ones.

“Wanna feel your tight pussy around my thick cock,” He rasps into your ear as his right hand slights down your hip to your ass and cups it. His hands are a stark contrast to how his lips kiss your skin like a brush on the canvas. He wants all of you. He wants to feel a part of you in the deepest way. “Please? I need you so badly, baby.” He whispers as his member presses more in between your thighs, just over your clothed sex.

You let out a curse from his wandering hands. “You really know how to provoke me, huh?” You shake your head in amusement as you pin Jungkook down onto the couch. He follows easily - he’s always been a good boy whenever you’re around you.

“You shouldn’t hold back. You know I like it rough, YN-ah.” He presses his tongue against the side of his cheek. It’s always been a tell of his when he can barely hold it together - can barely hold back from wanting to feel all of you. “No teasing either.” He’s always been eager to test you, eager to see how much you would let him get away with.

You straddle his hips with practiced ease while untying his gray sweatpants, “You’ve always talked too much.” You halfheartedly remark as you tug down the taut fabric down his tanned thick thighs.

“You love it when I talk,” He quips back. He’s smug as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek gingerly. He watches you with nothing but admiration and lust in his eyes. He’s always enjoyed how you take control, but that does not mean that he is not one to challenge you. What was the fun in fully submitting when you could make him? “But you like it so much more when my head is between your pretty thighs, don’t you? You like the way my tongue thrusts into your tight pussy until you’re on the brink of cumming?”

You give a noncommittal hum as every so often, his thumb presses down over the denim of your jeans to your clit to intensify the flex of his thigh. He’s always loved this view of you hovering over him, moaning from the slightest action he gives you and wanting more until it drives you over the edge. He knows you could quite possibly cum just from this alone, but Jeon Jungkook has always been a generous man.

With this in mind, he takes advantage of your hips lingering over his right thigh after shifting to toss his sweatpants to the side to press his flexed thigh against you and sends you flush against his chest with a smirk. He likes seeing the contorted look of frustration on your look from the sudden change of pace and he only raises a brow. “What’s wrong, baby? Did you think I would give in easily?”

“Oh, Jungkook,” You give a breathy sigh as your eyes meet his own full blown ones. He’s always had gorgeous chocolate brown eyes; the usual galaxy colored in them eclipsed by something far darker. Before you can reprimand him, he presses down harder onto your hips until you straddle his thigh and flexes his thigh once more. The sensation makes you sensitive, especially when he manages to brush your clit with the slightest action.

What a brat, he was.

You don’t hold back the moan that escapes from the back of your throat. He is more keen to feel all of you when your hands fall to his chest to try to regain your posture, but Jungkook finds it more endearing the way you still grind against his flexed thigh like a fucked out kitten.

He knows that he could cum simply from hearing your moans alone, but you’ve taught him well at holding out. He watches the way your hips press harder against his own thigh, wanting to feel all of him despite the two layers of clothing that separate him from you.

He takes initiative to unbutton the top of your jeans before rolling them down your thighs. He is speedy as his arm grips your waist to press you against his chest and they soon join the puddle of his own jeans on the floor. He has always been insatiable when it comes to you, often eager to drop to his knees and eat you out until the sunrise, and a burning sensation in your stomach tells you that this time won’t be any different.

“What was that about needing to get back to your dorms?” He asks with smirk on his face as he turns your chin to look at him. His words are accusatory, acting as though you were not riding his thigh to fruition. “I can think of a better way to do this, though.”

“So can I,” You reply after finally getting over the initial high of him teasing you.

“Mmm,” Jungkook whispers without another word. Normally shy around others, he never could quite control himself around you. He had no intention on doing so either, especially not when you were half clothed in front of him and he had gotten the taste of you he had wanted, but still, Jeon Jungkook remained insatiable. “I have a request.”

“A request?” You repeat back to him with a tilt of your head. You can tell that he is the temptation incarnate as his hands begin to cup your sex and slowly his middle and index finger begin to tease your wet folds through your panties.

Nodding, he indents his sense with a tug at your panties to send them down your thighs. “Mmm. A request-“ He says before once more rolling on top of you and pinning you down into the couch. He never did get tired of manhandling you-the way your body fell limp under his just with the swiftness of his moves was more than enough to have his cock grow harder to be inside of you, but he would wait. He would be good until you told him not to be.

“And that is…” You find it hard to keep up the conversation, especially when Jungkook drops to his elbows to carefully cup both of your hips and draw you nearer to him. Your pussy grows wetter just from the way his index finger continues to brush over your clit before swiping down your slit to get a bit of your essence and he licks his fingers.

He does not answer you, only opting to connect his lips against your aching cunt without warning. Soft like petals, his lips kiss your clit ever so slightly prior to him moving closer to you like a man starved to begin to send stripes of love against your cunt with his tongue. The first of them has you bucking your hips to entrance his face between your thighs, but the rest nearly have you twitching for more. Perhaps you were a bit more worked up then you anticipated.

Your hands immediately find chase in his hair, wanting to remember each thrust into your tight pussy from Jungkook’s thick tongue. He is careful to savor each drop of your essence that begins to paint his jaw with love. He honestly thinks he can grow drunk from the amazing taste that dribbles from you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He rasps against your cunt, only adding to the vibrations of your tight pussy. “I just wanna stay between your thighs forever.” His licks are ultimately calculated, but every now and then he grows lost in your essence as his nose begins to bump against your clit every so often. The added sensation has you nearly stuttering out his name. “Fuck, I really want to be inside this tight pussy. You like the way I eat your pussy, don’t you?”

You are keenly aware of Jungkook’s love of praise and you ultimately have no problem giving it to him as you choke out on your moans, “That feels so good, Kook-fuck- baby boy, knows how to eat pussy well, doesn’t he?“

“Fuck, I almost just from hearing that,” He rasps out, making you realize how he grinds against the cushion of the couch at the same cadence of you bucking your hips. He’s so fucked out at this point, barely able to hold it together when he can feel how tightly your walls clench around his wet tongue. It turns him on to no end and he can only think of how tightly you would fit around him. “You know,” He pulls back slowly, but his fingers still return to scissor inside your wet cunt as he leans forward on his knees to hover over you. “You know you could have all of us to yourselves, right? For a whole week… no distractions,” He curls his fingers inside of you, making you moan louder in pleasure from how good it feels. “It’s been a long time since you’ve felt Yoongi-hyung’s tongue inside of your pretty pussy, huh?”

The thought of Yoongi alone make you tighten your hips a bit more and you nod. Yet, you still question, where is he going with this?

“I’ve been thinking.. well,” He stops rubbing your clit for a moment to make sure you have his full attention before adding another finger. Before he can continue, he finds himself growing more lustful for the essence that pools at your hips and returns his mouth onto your wet cunt with a sigh of relief. He’s in euphoria with each moan that escapes your mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet “-and we want to go on a trip. The eight of us. You’ve got break and so do we coming up. I’m sure we could fit things together, right?”

Fitting things together - all you can think about is how perfect Jungkook would fit inside of you if he weren’t eating you out right now, but you are not one to complain. You are more than happy to spend time with the boys, “Of course… I would love tha-“ You suck in a deep breath to mask the moan when Jungkook finds your g-spot without much need to look. He memorized you like the back of his hand.

“Mmm, I can tell you’re close.” He smirks as he slaps your ass. The added pain as you wiggling your hips for more friction against his tongue, but he likes seeing you like this. Completely at his mercy and every whim to treat you as he pleases. You who seemingly always held things together, crumbling right in front of him as a slobbering mess as he eats you out. It was so hot.

“Shit-“ You rasp out as you feel the familiar twinge in your stomach. Your walls only tighten more around Jungkook’s fingers as he speeds up the pace to watch the way your face contours into pleasure. Your back arches when he curls his fingers inside of you for a third time and unknowingly to you, Jungkook finds his own release chasing after yours when his cock throbs more in pleasure. “I’m so close Jungkook-“

“Me too, baby, fuck,.” He whispers as he increases the thrust of his fingers inside of you to match the thrust of his own hips to bring you both to your eyes. His thighs flex as the familiar tension in his stomach bubbles up and he wants to cum all over you. God, he wants to lick every drop of your cum from your body as it mixes with his own.

Without another word, your high comes crashing down as your eyes shut closed and your hips buckle one last time around Jungkook’s fingers. You call out out his name before realizing it and tightly encapsulate his fingers between your thighs as you lazily ride out your high.

Jungkook does not fair any better as he uses his free hand to cup the base of his cock and pump the aching desire that begins to consume him. Seeing you cum is more than enough to have his stomach tense one last time before white ribbons paint your stomach, making him grunt in pleasure from how sexy you are and the intensity of the orgasm that he had just experienced.

He collapses on top of you, sighing into the crook of your neck as he nuzzles his face affectionately into your own. Despite the ache in your core somewhat subsiding, Jungkook still grinds his softening cock against your thigh for the last of his high, “Fuck.. that was so good.”

“You did well,” you reassure him as you pant up and down. You turn your face to press a kiss against his lips and smile. “I’m also excited for this trip you guys are planning.”

Jungkook blinks as he thinks about the trip and nods shyly. He leans more into your touch, wanting to feel all of you as he snakes his arms around his waist to hold you close. “I am too… I just really want to be with you, but the others also want it too…”

“I want to be with them too. I love you and them, you know?” You whisper quietly into his ear while gingerly stroking his cheek.

“I love you too,” Jungkook whispers against your skin while leaving butterfly kisses along your shoulder. “But.. can I ask you something else?”

You nod, “Mmm?”

“Please don’t spend so much time with Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers as he finds himself growing more demure. HE doesn’t want to see your reaction; the way your features furrow into confusion at the request in fear of you rejecting him. “I’m not saying to avoid him.. but .. but please try to be with me a lot, too.. I. I worry you’ll stop loving me… or won’t think of me.. and forget me.” He felt incredibly vulnerable in front of you, especially now when he has done his best to give it all to you, but it still makes him nervous.

“Jungkook,” Your features soften at his words and you gingerly stroke his cheek. “I think of you so much. You know that right? I love you a lot and will do better since it worries you. You mean just as much to me as everyone else does.” You smile warmly, “So don’t worry about it… okay?”

Your words provide him some solace, so Jungkook shyly agrees, “Okay..” He whispers, but his grip on your hand doesn’t let go. Nevermind that he was your boyfriend, along with his six haunts who you loved equally just as you loved him. He could sense the growing tension between the seven of them as they all tried to vy for your attention.

He knew of Jimin’s own interest of whisking you away from everyone with his pretty eye smile and wanting to teach you contemporary dances so you could see the way that Jimin would lead you away. Hell, even Jimin had suggested that he would be eager to take you away from everyone if he had the chance. Namjoon was no better, only thinking of the sparkle I your eyes as he suggested a new book to you, a new concept that ultimately left you in awe of him to where you would ideally follow him and never move away.

Seokjin had made it clear of his own intents to have you and you alone when he suggested taking you back home to meet his family and see the traditional way of doing things in Korea; the smile his parents would give from finding someone so prim and proper like you. Though appearing aloof, Yoongi had his own stake in luring you into his own embrace through words of eloquence, rhymes to make your heart dizzy, and a tongue to course you into things unimaginable. Hoseok’s own methodology of spoiling you to no end with attention and suggested dancing was the first part of many to guide you into his charms; the others focusing on learning every bit of you until the end for him to ruin.

Taehyung had been the most bold of it - eagerly molding himself to be whatever you wanted under the guise of practicing monologues and scenes from his favorite movies. Too keenly aware, Jungkook could recognize how very much their own behaviors were no different from his own as he laid in wake to catch you alone and make you his at every opportunity he could with a voice like a siren and bright galaxy eyes that made you want to give him anything he asked for. He had to be keenly aware of this when it would be so easy to let go with six others wanting your attention alone.

To make you let go. And he would be damned if would let you go, either. If he couldn’t have you, no one else would be able to either.

- - - -

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Surprise / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

author’s note: the notes on this post contain the request from @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom, this is just short and sweet smut, because Ivar deserves all the head. and I also really like the mental image of Ivar jerking himself.

content warnings: Ivar’s smart mouth, and male receiving oral.

synopsis: you know one way to surprise Ivar.

full series and other bullshit can be found here!

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“Jesus Christ!” Ivar hisses, the shower’s curtain still in his grip as he tugs it back, the damn material nearly ripping under his strength. “Why are you in here?” He grumbles.

“I thought you were ‘impossible to scare’ Ivar,” You teased, perched up on the vanity as you watch him. Sculpted body damp with the water droplets in the steam filled room, hair only slightly moist and still pulled back. And you wanted to start drooling.

“Haven’t you seen the movie Psycho? The shower is the most vulnerable spot in the whole damn house,” Ivar grumbles at you, reaching behind your body for the towel he had set on the shelf. “Why are you in here?”

“Wanted to see you….” You hum, eyes watching his hands pull the material around his hips, biting the bottom of your lips as you catch sight of his middle, pathway of muscles like stones and the v-shape dipping downwards. Inklings of the tattoos dropping lower and lower and ending just above his pelvis, the length of his manhood and your mouth suddenly waters.

“My eyes are up here, babe,” Ivar teases and you only nod, still eye fucking him and they slowly climb back up to his face, bastard smirk on his lips that you want to smack. 

“Did you have fun playing gardener with Floki?” You ask, Ivar’s arm reaching around you again for his deodorant.

“We didn’t play gardener,” He snorts, one arm tucking under the other. “We cut down two trees,” Ivar adds as you hop from your spot on the vanity. His words fall on deaf ears as his arm moves to put the deodorant back and you’re dropping to your knees. You can hear his breath still in his throat as his eyes land on yours and you smile. “Can I help you?” He hums.

“Take the towel off,” You state.

“Baby, I have to be back at the shop in twenty minutes.” Ivar answers, fingers tapping the screen of his phone on the vanity. “Nineteen minutes,”

“And I only need five to make you come, Ivar,” You say back, looking up through your lashes. “Four if I deep throat you,” You add, fingertips crawling back along the towel and you separate it suddenly, eyes flicking back to his.

“Well I’m not going to say no,” Ivar nearly sings back to you. His sentence hardly makes it from his lips before your tongue crawls across him, blood flow immediately starting and there’s a low groan that comes from Ivar’s chest. Tracing the veins that circle him, every inch and stretch of skin meets the flattening of your tongue as he hardens for you, your hands coming to wrap around him where you’ve already explored. 

Suckling lightly you peek back up, Ivar’s mouth parted as he watches you, cheeks hollowing before your sinking over him; inching him to spread down your throat before the tip of your nose rests against his skin. You pull back when it becomes too much, nails raking his thighs and Ivar curses from where he is. Another squeeze from your hand gathers on his shaft and your mouth is there once more, stroking what you haven’t caught up to as you feel Ivar’s hands move from the counter to your head. You’re shoved there for a moment, your hand dropping as your throat spasms and you force a swallow before you can breathe again.

“Good girl….” Ivar moans from his spot as your mouth slides off of him, his eyes closing. You feel the tug of his grip along your locks and your mouth moves steadily again, bobbing along his length and your hands are moving too, raking nails on his thighs, scratching up his abdomen as you try to distract your overwhelmed throat for as long as your body will allow. There’s a buck of his hips as his tip pokes the back of your throat and he groans again. Flicking his hips softly before you’re pulling off of him, moving one hand to quicken your pace and Ivar says something about how he’s getting close. In your messy affection he peels one hand from your head, and moves yours from his cock and takes its places, jerking quickly as he holds your head to stay stationary. Eyes catching the wonderful sight of his fist around his own length before your tongue spreads for him. Instead he presses his length into past your lips again, pushing it back there for a moment and you can taste the pre-cum that’s dripping from his head, filling your cheeks as he’s shoved there and stays. Ivar only pulls himself back enough and his hand quickens, squeezing and you hear the tell tale moan of his orgasm right as his seed slides across your tongue. Drinking down everything he’s able to milk from himself and his hand stops, grabbing hold of the counter’s edge to ground himself as you swallow all of what he gives you, and then you slowly look back up. The tremor in his thighs start and you stand slowly; his mouth rushes against yours as he pins you there, tasting himself along your lips as his teeth clash with yours, fighting for dominance between the two of you. You feel his hands squeeze the swell of your ass before speaking:

“Fuck, baby,” Ivar rasps when he pulls away, heavy breathing passing through his chest as his head hangs over yours. All you can do is giggle, cupping his cheek to kiss him again and he presses you farther against the sink. “I’m not going back to the shop, Sigurd can close up on his own.”

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Return to Sender: (Richard Alonso Muñoz x GN reader)

What is this? This is 4/10 one-shots/blurbs for my “friends to lovers” event. I’m not gonna share the prompt as it’s spoilery, but it was requested by @sergeantkane​ who is a genius for picking this combo! It’s a prompt about LOVE LETTERS! Omg! And thus, it matches perfectly with Richard (trust me, I had NOT made that connection when I made the prompt list :P). Thank you so much for requesting, Clarke, and I hope you enjoy it. I’m excited about this one!

If you’d like to read/keep track of the other fics, I’m keeping an up-to-date friends to lovers list in my pinned post.

Author’s note: Oh, I really quite like this one. Hope it makes you feel as soft as I did for Richard while writing it! Also- it’s my first bash at writing him, so let me know what you think! Thanks to everyone who helped with film details too: those not already tagged in the post- @prurientpuddlejumper​ @witchyavenger​ @veuliee2​ @waatermelon-sugaar​ @pascal-isaac​

Word count: 4.5 k. So not a blurb, then? :P

Rating: Mature, for light steam (not explicit, but 18+ or out, please!)

Warnings: mentions of food/eating. Mild angst (but it ends well), Steamy. Kissing, brief non-explicit mention of erection. Implied coitus (cut scene). Richard works in a “correctional facility”. Small mention of attempted break-in. If I missed any let me know.

Tagging: @anetteaneta​ @isvvc-pvscvl​ @nowritingonthewall​ @supernovafeather​ (ONLY READ IF 18+)

GIF by @nathan-bateman​

“Have you ever received a love letter?” Richard wonders shyly, without looking up from his crossword puzzle, his long eyelashes fanned out as his gaze dances over the monochrome squares.

Meanwhile, your eyes snap up immediately from your magazine, which you are idly leafing through, a breath catching in your chest.

You bristle at the question, and yet Richard seems either entirely oblivious, or entirely determined not to look-up at you. Perhaps both. So, instead of looking, he simply slurps the dregs of his milkshake, and pushes his plate of waffle remnants further toward the far end of the diner booth.

When he finally raises his gaze – a gentle prompt for you to answer him- his eyes are large and shining under the fluorescent lights as he peers at you over his glass, dabbing at his thick moustache with a paper napkin shortly after.

“No, never,” you state sadly, heeding his prompt with a small smile and a shake of your head. Not even a love e-mail.

“I’m surprised,” he flatters with a cautious smile. And, if you’re not mistaken, his eyes light-up with the faintest trace of desire. The barest undercurrent of passion, which is enough to have your heart beating like a drum. You notice it sometimes; this dull heat emanating off of him. It is a spark which never ignites, however - to your endless disappointment; you would fan that flame if only you knew how.

You swallow. He’s surprised? He can’t be that surprised, you think, a stone sinking through your stomach as you dwell too long on the topic of love letters, and meanwhile, Richard’s attention seamlessly diverts back to 3 across.

“You deserve one,” he says, still looking at the page, but a smile animating his wiry moustache. “A letter.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, a spiralling sadness catching hold of you. Does he not understand what this is doing to you? This painful reminder? “Can we drop it, Richard?” you say tensely, and when his eyes meet yours again, they are even more soft and cautious than usual, causing you to admonish yourself for the bite in your tone.

“Yes,” he says. “Of course,” he smiles thinly, apologetically.

It’s simply the new job, you think. Director of Communications. The man has letters on the brain. Richard is so considerate, that you realise he must not intend to hurt you in dredging up the past; he would never. In a way though, you think, it’s even worse that he brings it up so… casually. You can only conclude he has forgotten that you sent your letter to him at all. Had your heartfelt words, declaring your love, had so little impact on him?

Maybe that’s it. After all, they seemed to have so little impact upon him at the time. What could you expect years later? On the other hand, you -apparently- remain rather sore about the topic, all this time later. It’s natural to be sensitive though, isn’t it? You’d written him a love letter and he didn’t write you back. He didn’t say it back. Didn’t feel it back.

And, perhaps it still stings so much, even all these years later, because you never did stop loving him, even if he never started loving you.

Feeling a sudden, overwhelming haste to leave, you thumb through the pages of your magazine so furiously that the next table turn their heads to look at you, until you find what you were searching for.

“Here, Richard. The article I mentioned. Dramatherapy for people who are incarcerated.”

You fold the magazine back on itself, fobbing it off on him with an unprecedented urgency, hurriedly signalling to the waitress that you’d like the check. The roomy diner booth suddenly feels suffocating, and you want to get out. Meanwhile, oblivious, Richard chuckles at the title of the article -some kind of pun, you recall- as you try to push down the unpleasant emotions surfacing within you.

“Thank you for this,” he smiles, looking up at you earnestly. Looking concerned as he reads the expression on your face. “Are you alright?”

Your eyes fix on the table, where his fingertips inch hesitantly across the surface, hovering moments from yours as he debates whether to extend comfort. You make the decision for him, snatching your hand back from his reach.

“Yes. I’m Fine,” you say, unconvincingly. “Can we please go? I need some fresh air.”

“Alright,” Richard agrees gently. He looks a little flustered, but, now sensing your urgency, he begins to sweep up his papers and to shrug on his jacket. He pulls out a small comb to fix his neat curls in place, and offers you a soft smile. “Maybe we can go to the park next?” he suggests.  

As much as you want to run, you nod, some of your agitation dissipating now that the prior topic seems to be forgotten. “Okay. Yeah. That would be nice.” You school your expression into something calm, and you offer him a reassuring smile as his soulful eyes dance over you, a lingering but unobtrusive concern there.

As you split the check, you tell yourself for the millionth time that being his friend is enough; but even after the millionth time, you can’t quite believe it.

Still, today -Sunday- is your one day with him this week. And, no matter what you can’t have; you’ll take anything you can get.

He’s too dear to you to settle for anything less.

************

One month later:

You crouch in amongst the boxes on Richard’s front lawn. He is having a clear-out, setting out some items for goodwill, and some for a neighbourhood yard sale happening next weekend.

You are having fun assisting him in sifting through various items, occasionally bursting into a fit of laughter when he reveals yet another ill-informed, late night shopping channel “bargain” – usually some new-fangled, scarcely-used exercise contraption, which he proceeds to demonstrate in good-humour, making you fold over clutching your stomach in mirth. Occasionally, as you rifle through the boxes, you’ll be overcome by a pang of sentimentality when he uncovers an item with a memory attached; and -no matter how useless- he usually sneaks said item into his ever-growing “to-keep” pile.

“But this is the picnic hamper we took to Bound Beach Island! For your birthday, remember?”  

“Yeah, Richard, but it’s battered! It has holes! It needs to go.”

“It was a beautiful day. The light and the dunes were beautiful… and… and y-“

“-Oh my goodness, what is this?! Please for the love of God tell me you never actually wore this!”

You work through the midday sun until you come to a tired, dead halt on the grass, finally parking your ass down and wiping your brow. Richard looks warm too, a “v” of sweat soaking his old, oversized “Save the Turtles” t-shirt. No - he really doesn’t throw anything away. You smile fondly, though, remembering his sea turtle phase. Of course, he’d read some article. He always was looking for a cause.

“I’ll make us some iced tea,” Richard announces with a tired puff of breath, looking more spent than he probably wants to admit after shuttling the various boxes. Still, the way his grizzled curls have fallen away from his harsh side-part appeals to you, sitting disobedient and undone on his forehead.

Thinking of him undone, you hear a faint beating of drums sound in your chest.

You ignore the music though, like always, instead smiling gratefully as he heads inside, and you take a second to collect yourself before dragging the nearest box towards you, deciding you may as well continue. This next box is taped securely shut, and you chuckle quietly to yourself when you notice it’s labelled “workout-gear”.

You peel the packing tape away and open it up, scooping out the pile of miscellaneous papers sitting right on top. Beginning to leaf through, you surmise it’s mainly unopened junk mail; mainly garishly printed promotional flyers - from a pizzeria which closed down years ago, you recognise. Probably hastily stuffed in before his last move and never dealt with. Absent-mindedly, you begin to bundle it up for the recycling pile, when a smaller, more humble envelope drops out on to your lap, a hand-scrawled address on the front. The stationary is resoundingly familiar.

In fact, everything about it is familiar.

Your heart hammers in your chest as it immediately dawns on you.

It’s your letter.

The letter you sent him, all those years ago. You’d needed to be apart from him- needed to go away to take care of family, and you simply couldn’t go without letting him know. Letting him know you were in love with him.

The memory is like a slow knife sinking into your chest as you idly turn it over in your hands.

But… It can’t be…?

It’s… unopened.

All the air leaves you lungs.

No. No. It doesn’t make a shred of sense.

You’d spoken to him right afterward, on the phone. The first time he’d called after you left town he’d almost pleaded with you, giving you an unequivocally clear, and endlessly painful answer that he didn’t want what you wanted. What you’d written about. He’d made it abundantly obvious that he simply wanted to be friends. “I- I don’t want anything to change. I want everything to stay exactly like it is between us – please? Can we still talk every day?”

But if he didn’t read it…?

You heart pounds so hard that you hear blood rushing in your ears.

He doesn’t know.

His words didn’t mean what you…

Oh my god. All this time.  

You shoot abruptly to standing when you see him approach, as if you’ve been caught red-handed, guiltily stuffing the letter into your back pocket before he can ask you what it is, an abundance of thoughts screaming in your head.

He hands you the glass of tea, ice tinkling gently, and you take it from him, the coolness shocking your palms.

Assessing what you’ve been up to in his absence, and noting the carcass of another box, Richard glances down at the pile of papers strewn at your feet. He looks suddenly worried for a moment, as if you might have found an old porn stash or something – and he looks just as suddenly relieved when he sees they are more innocent papers, scooping them up from the grass.

“Richard?” you say, your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head, and the letter burning a hole in your pocket as he drops the items into the recycling. He hums for you to go on. “Do you... You know when I moved away...?” your voice is strained, and you gulp hard. “Just before, do you remember getting any unusual letters or... weird post from me?”

“Like what kind of thing?” he asks curiously, turning back to you.

“I don’t know exactly,” you lie, nervously. “I have a feeling I sent you something? A sappy goodbye thing?”

You see him mull it over, combing his impressive moustache with his fingers. “I don’t remember, sorry. But apparently I was drowning in junk mail at that apartment. Maybe it got lost, or returned to sender?”

Despite everything, you exhale a small laugh. In a roundabout way, you suppose it had been returned to sender after all. You look at the ground.

“Was it important?” he asks, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand as he looks at you.

Biding time, you take a sip of your tea while you search for an answer. It’s refreshing.

“It… Uh. It was a long, long time ago. Doesn’t matter now, I suppose,” you muse, masking your sadness, and he nods, looking at least half-satisfied with your answer.

Except, it does matter. It matters more than anything. And, with a sudden, overwhelming need to grab on to the past, you track to the “to go” box, rescuing the battered picnic basket from the pile of junk.

“You shouldn’t get rid of this,” you state, your back to Richard, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice falters. You tense as you feel him settle by your side, his hand hovering tentatively at the small of your back but never quite touching. “It was a beautiful day.”

“No,” he insists. “You’re right. I shouldn’t hang on to it.”

His words are like a punch in the gut. You turn your head to your side, where Richard is, your eyes and heart almost overflowing.

Noting your sadness, and connecting it to the picnic basket, he does everything he can to smooth things over, like always. “We can get a new one,” he says, his brown eyes sweet and hopeful and bright.

You love him. You love him still and you can’t help but turn towards him and reach out your arms, dragging him in for a hug.

“No! No, I’m sweaty,” he protests self-consciously, but you don’t care. You just need to hold him, even only for a moment – and, for a moment he stills as you loop around him, never quite clutching you back.

When you pull away though, you could swear that dim spark of passion is present in his eyes again. That spark that never catches, no matter how much or how often or how hard you wish it would. Oh, how you wish.

“Don’t ever change, Richard,” you say sincerely, your voice imbued with fondness. “Okay? You’re a sweet, wonderful man.”

His eyes are immediately soft and bashful again, the colour of his cheeks deepening a little, a crimson undertone blooming under his brown skin.

“Yes. Okay,” he offers, with a nod, his eyes creasing at the corners, and his posture even bolstered by the compliment, you could swear, his chest puffing out proudly.

For the rest of the afternoon, you ignore the unread words in the back of your pocket; but for the life of you, you can’t ignore those drums.

************

One month later:

You bundle the yapping, happy little white dog into your arms, relieved that she’s okay as her little tail happily beats against your arm.

“Are you okay, Lady?” you coo as she nuzzles her snoot into your face, eagerly lapping little kisses on to your cheek. “Thanks goodness, sweet little floof,” you baby-talk as your eyes quickly scan around Richard’s place, setting his spare key down on the kitchen counter.

You’d barrelled across town to get here, after receiving a call about an attempted break-in. His neighbour to the left had your contact details in case of an emergency -it’s not very easy to reach him at work, of course- so here you are. You came to give things a quick checking over, assured that no-one suspicious had continued to loiter. Richard won’t be much longer -his shift has nearly ended, and you’d left him a voicemail so you’re sure he’ll hurry- but you still thought you’d go on ahead of him, especially so that he wouldn’t worry about Lady.

Looking around, thankfully all seems well, and you don’t think anyone made it inside after all. Slowly then, you allow your nerves to calm and your heart to settle, bouncing the little bundle of fur in your arms, and feeding her a treat from the packet on top of the microwave, just in case she’d been stressed out.

Calming, you can’t help but smile as you look around, absorbing all the little details of Richard. You do hang out in his apartment a fair amount, but most often you will meet or sit outdoors, when the weather allows. After all, he loves to feel the sun and fresh air on his face, especially after spending all day cooped-up in windowless rooms. To you though, this Richard-ness is like a breath of fresh air, and you let it all wash over you, drinking in the details of his simple daily routine. The discarded half-plate of frijoles and rice by the sink. The ironing-board piled with identical uniform-issue shirts, pants, and plain white t-shirts. The photos on the fridge door – some of you and him too.

Doing a lap of the living space, you further note the dining-for-one TV table, evidence of his relatively solitary existence, and you can almost see him sitting there. Can almost hear his soft voice relating the far-fetched storylines of his favourite telenovelas. You imagine him chuckling warmly - perhaps shedding a tear sometimes too.

You decide you should pop your head into the bedroom and bathroom to check there too, for good measure, and you set Lady down, the dog trotting along at your heels. Once you’ve done a loop, you sigh, seeking out a fresh task, and you circle back to the sink, scraping his discarded plate and rinsing it, stacking it in the dishrack. Then, you move towards the TV chair, intending simply to sit yourself down and wait for Richard to come home. After all, you’re here now - you may as well say hello; or, maybe you can even prepare him dinner after his long shift, you muse.

As you revisit the small, rickety table, however, your eyes more keenly notice that a bunch of papers are strewn over it, all identical- a series of pastel pink leaves of paper and envelopes.

Letters.

Handwritten, in his familiar scrawl.

Letters addressed to you.

Your brow furrows in confusion, as you wonder what they could be. You don’t want to invade his privacy, of course, but perhaps this is something that’s meant for you? After all, sometimes he leaves you notes when you come over to feed or walk Lady.  

Still, this feels different, and, with a lump in your throat that you don’t quite understand, you pick up one of the leaves at random, skimming the first line, yet feeling only more confused than you did before.  

You see your name at the head of the paper, followed by the words “my dearest love,”, and underneath, some other half-formed paragraphs, scribbled over and crossed out.

No, you shake your head, your stomach flipping over. That can’t be right, you think, even as your fingers scramble for another leaf - for leaf upon leaf, until you piece together what’s going on. Until, with every line you read, fragments of both English and Spanish, you feel as though you are piecing together his heart.

Could it be true? Is this really true?

Your fingers dive for a sheet more developed that the rest, where you see paragraphs of writing, and you devour the words like you are starved of love; for you are, aren’t you? Starved? And yet, you suddenly feel so full. Brimming.

My darling,

There are infinite ways to fall in love. Some are elemental, like a raging fire. A shock of lightning on first sight. Some are slow-burning and constant, the heat of friendship warming your hearth, defrosting your iced fingertips when you come in from the cold.

There are infinite ways to fall in love, and I should know, my heart, as I have experienced every one of them with you.

You can barely read the rest as tears blur your eyes, and your hand comes to clamp over your mouth as realisation sinks through to the pit of you, the page quaking -like a leaf- in your fingers.

You make my heart beat like a drum. When I look at you, I am music, without being played. When you’re with me I am dancing, without movement. If only you would touch my skin, I feel like I would sing. If only you would-

“-Are you safe? Are you alright?” Richard asks from behind you, and you tear your eyes away from the page with a start. You were so absorbed by this swell of beating music that you didn’t hear the scrape of his key in the lock. You didn’t hear his hurried footsteps coming up behind you.  

“Richard,” you suspire, and for once his touch is on you without hesitation, his hands clasped around each of your shoulders, slowly running down your arms, and you nod quickly to reassure him, your mouth opening wordlessly. You’re safe.

His touch is warm through your clothes, and you think he is right- your skin would sing for him too if he touched you. Your love rattles you, like drums beating musically in your chest, pulsing through your body.

Then, Richard clocks your sideward, guilty glance at the pile of letters, and you see his panic instantly surface at the thought of all his unsent and unspoken words laid bare before you. All the pieces of his heart exposed.

At first, he looks apologetic, but then you step forwards a little more, into the circle of his arms. Arms which suddenly fall, unsure, at his sides once again. And, achingly slow, endlessly sure, you lift up you hand and you place it on his chest, over his heart, smoothing over his shirt and over the cool metal of the shield he wears there. You feel his heart really is beating like a drum. His chest is rising and falling beneath your hand, his breath quickened – eyes nervous.

You step a little closer, and your fingers continue their slow crawl, dancing up around his collar, inching further up until your fingers finally brush the bare skin at the nape of his neck, pushing up into the curls behind his ears, your thumb skimming his sideburn. You touch him, with your fingertips, and he does sing for you, a half-choked moan leaving his mouth at your tender caress.

“Richard,” you say breathily, searching his face, eyes openly appraising his beauty. “Don’t worry, sweet man. I love you too.” And, when you next meet his eyes there is no nervousness there. Not any longer. Instead, you find his dark, expressive eyes brewing with adoration, and that gentle but ever ascending note of passion.

“Darling, can I kiss you?” he pleads, his voice dogged by desire, his brow knitting together and his hands slipping bravely to your waist, circling you as you arch into him.

“Yes. Yes,” you say, and his mouth meets yours in a desperate, tumultuous crush. You sing too, your skin thrumming as you finally know the feeling of his thick moustache brushing against you. As you taste the sweet flavour of cherry sucker on his kiss. As you finally feel the texture of his slicked curls beneath your fingertips.

You kiss, urgently, until you are each smiling too broadly to continue, and instead Richard beams and presses sweet, intermittent kisses all over – your cheeks, your forehead, your hair, your neck- his moustache tickling wherever it touches. His hands are everywhere they can be politely, roaming over your back and your arms and your hair, and it feels so good to finally be held like this.

Eventually, he pulls back, his smile no longer tugging at his lips so keenly -lips now kiss flushed with deep colour- but shining in his liquid eyes. “How long have you loved me back?” he asks in a still choked, disbelieving voice.

You bite your lip, but then allow your face to split in a radiant, unrestrained grin.

Always. Always. I loved you first, you think.

You reach for your bag, reluctant to break from him so trailing your love’s hand in yours- and you fish out the letter. The one you’ve carried around since it was returned to you. “Take a look, Richard,” you encourage.

He looks from you to the small envelope, turning it in his spare hand as you pass it to him. “What is this?”

His brows rise in confusion as you tap the stamped postmark with your index finger. Years. Years ago.

“I sent you a letter,” you explain. “Telling you I loved you. That I love you,” you correct, squeezing his hand tightly in yours, amazed at how natural it feels already, to touch him.

He audibly gasps in air, looking pained. Devastated. “I never got it. I would’ve-“, he fumbles for words, but he can’t finish them, the magnitude of all those years lost to yearning too big to wrap his lips around. “I never got it,” he repeats sorrowfully.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about that now,” you soothe. “I got your letter.” And, as you engulf him with your arms a soft smile takes over his features once again. He can’t help it.

“I’m so glad you did,” he beams, drawing you to him for another kiss, which you eagerly accept, opening your mouth to him.

God, he’s a good kisser, his tongue in you deep and eager, and the heat generated is quick to catch, a fire lit in the pit of you. That moustache is a divine thing too, his lips soft and full beneath, his mild-mannered tongue positively sinful as it works against yours.

Letting the kiss grow, you grab hold of him by the belt to draw his body closer to yours, arching your hips into his, and you feel an impressive bulge greet you as you do so.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers bashfully, angling his hips away from you, in case you’re not ready for… that yet. “You’re perfection. So perfect, I… I’m a little bit, uh, excited.”

You don’t blame him. You’re a little bit excited too. There’s a drum beating in your chest. Music in your heart. A song everywhere. A dance in your body.

“W-would you like to take me to the bedroom, Richard?” you purr, softly. “We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

You wish you could capture the bliss which sparks in his eyes then, and keep stoking it forever more. His whole being glows as if you are the sun shining down on him. He loves the sun on his face. He loves you.

He loves you.

*******

Later that night:

At some point after round three, Richard is ravenous, and so you head to the kitchen to grab some snacks. One of Richard’s plaid shirts wards off the slight chill, settled over your otherwise naked body. As you microwave something quick, you can barely keep the smile from your face – even more so as you glance over at the table full of half-finished letters. As the microwave pings and you grab out the plate, another idea occurs to you, and you simply can’t help yourself.

So, you pad mysteriously back towards the bedroom, where Richard is waiting. The blanket is slung low over his hips, skimming the dark trail of hair which draws your gaze down beyond his abdomen. He is covered, and yet you bloom blissfully with heat at your new-found knowledge of what lays beneath. He’s laying with one hand folded behind his head, and one hand rested on the soft, roundness of his stomach, which you had laid your head on only moments ago.

Richard’s eyes shine with unadulterated admiration as you enter, and you flash him a mischievous smile as you transfer the plate to his hands, and subsequently tip a cascade of his letters into the middle of the bed.

“What’s all this?” he asks, with a contented laugh as you bounce eagerly into bed by his side, humming in equal contentment as you slot yourself under his arm.  

“I want you to read them to me. Will you?” you ask, sweetly, and he looks bashful all over again. “No-one has ever sent me a love letter.”

“Me neither,” he chuckles. “Or I thought so…”

He hesitates, perhaps feeling shy, but he wraps his arm around you securely, nuzzling you into his side as he picks up the closest leaf of paper.

He hums gratefully as you begin to stroke his smooth chest. He really does sing whenever you touch him.

“They’re not finished,” he caveats. “I wanted to find the perfect words and I… I couldn’t.”

“The words don’t have to be perfect. It’s more important that they’re delivered,” you say, your voice soft as you sink into him, and so, he gently clears his throat and he begins to read, his words and his rich, soothing voice filtering over you like warm sunshine.

After a moment listening, and letting his love and his letters envelop you, you interrupt him gently. “My sweet man. Promise me you’ll never write me another love letter?”

“Are they that awful?!” Richard exclaims.

“No!” you laugh, into his chest, tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. “They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just… I think I hate love letters, Richard. They’ve only ever kept me from you.”

His expression becomes wistful, lost in thought until a smile finally captures him. Then, with a finger curling gently under your chin, he dips down to plant a small kiss to the very tip of your nose.

“No more letters then,” he promises softly. “Let’s always promise to say it out loud from now on. Let’s talk every day.”

You heart full, you bring your hand up to caress his cheek, before planting a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips; and, despite what you’d just suggested, you plead for him to keep reading to you, his voice and his love lulling you to sleep in his arms.

With the love letters as kindling, your dim spark finally catches, your fire now blazing. You set it in a hearth in your chest, and you vow to keep it stoked for always.

THE END

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The One That Got Away -- Part 2

Part 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dave York x F Reader

Words: 3495

Rating: E 18+!

Warnings: Dave York, violence, guns, masturbation, fingering, choking, shoe kink, slapping, spanking, unprotected p in v sex

Summary: Five years ago, before you cut and run, you had one last job with Dave. And one final name on your list.

a/n: I had no plans of expanding on this (Part 1 was written for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday picture prompt) but once again, this took a life of its own. Thanks as always @pascalslittlebrat for giving this the green light!

MACAU, 5 YEARS AGO

There were three things you knew.

First, the target was some Eastern European oligarch named Stanislav. He liked women so Dave had tapped you for this gig. You would deal with the target up close and personal.

Second, Stanislav knew he had a lot of enemies so he brought a lot of friends with him. No matter where he went, there were armed guards, staff, friends who were also rich or powerful or corrupt. It was likely you would have to deal with some of them too.

Third, after you’d killed Stanislav, gotten past his posse, out of the casino, and back to the safe house, Dave was going to make you cum at least four times.

You and Dave had a good thing going. He was meticulous and thorough in his work but you discovered that wasn’t where those qualities ended.

He’d looked you up and down before you arrived at the penthouse suite where Stanislav was hosting some party. You were wearing something that hugged your curves and a wig, high heels and make up. You knew Dave would allow himself exactly two minutes to think about what he’d do to you when this was all over, all the ways he’d have you, and then he’d switch his mind off to focus on the mission at hand.

Between your outfit and the observant security detail, it had been decided that it would be wise to go in unarmed. Less of a chance od tipping anyone off before the two of you got through the door.

You split from Dave as soon as you got in and it didn’t take you long to get to chatting with Stanislav. Your fingertips touched his wrist, you bit down on your bottom lip, you let him whisper into your ear. Dave kept an eye on the situation from across the room.

It wasn’t difficult to slip the drugs into your target’s glass. And it didn’t take much convincing to get him to invite you to a more private place once he’d drunk it down. In less than five minutes, he’d be dead. Until then, you’d let him paw at you. What a way to go.

Right on schedule, Stanislav was gasping, terror in his eyes, clutching at his chest. He sunk to his knees, grasping at the air, pulling at his collar. His hand slid inside his shirt and you saw him yanking on the chain around his neck. Shit. He was wearing a panic button. Of course he was.

Your heart started pounding. Within seconds one of his goons was bursting in, gun drawn.

“Something’s wrong with him!” you cried, covering your mouth with your hand.

He rushed to Stanislav’s side. You took off your shoe, gripped it around the middle, and thrust the heel into the body guard’s eye with force, twisting his wrist with your other hand. He cried out and you came again with the shank of your pump over and over until he dropped his weapon, his face a mess of blood. Poor bastard. You used his gun to put a bullet in him just as one of his friends was charging in.

His weapon was pointed right at you and you whipped around to fire but he jerked forward and fell to the floor. Dave was behind him with a gun he must have lifted off of another unfortunate guard, his eyes looking wild. You wiped your bloody shoe on the dead guard’s coat and slid it back onto your foot.

“Thanks,” you managed as you skirted past Dave.

You had enough knowledge of the suite to get to the exit before more of Stanislav’s men arrived. Dave was right behind you as you went into the hall, both trying to keep your pace casual. As soon as you hit the stairwell you pulled off the wig and shook out your hair. Dave put his jacket over your shoulders and rolled up his sleeves. He had a pair of glasses in his pocket. These weren’t the best disguises but they didn’t have to get you far. You ditched the wig in a trash can once you’d gone down a few floors, out to the landing, and then caught the elevator.

As you snaked your way through the casino floor, you tucked your face into Dave’s neck, doing your best drunk girl wobble. His arm curved around your back, guiding you towards the exit. And soon you were home free.

Now that your work was done, all that was left was your adrenaline. You were ready to let it out and you knew Dave was too because this had become your little routine.

The first time it had happened, you had barely finished a job. Dave cornered you in the elevator, your heart still racing, gun still clutched in your fingers. He’d nudged his knee between your legs and pressed his mouth against yours. You knew he was married but you didn’t stop him. You’d wanted him the same way he’d wanted you. And you’d just killed five people. That kind of made things like fidelity and sisterhood seem unimportant.

By now, though, things were slow and careful, controlled. You and Dave weren’t pouncing on each other but he would nod his head for you to follow him to his bed once you were back at the safe house.

“Take that dress off for me, baby,” he said. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs open so you could stand between them. You turned around allowing him to unzip you and you stepped out of your dress.

“You can leave those on,” he said when you went to kick off your heels. You grinned.

Dave’s dark eyes took you in and he ran his fingertips under the strap of your bra to loose it from your shoulder. He repeated the motion on the other side, his hand barely grazing your skin. It gave you goosebumps. You wanted to devour him but you liked it when he unwrapped you like a present.

“Take off your shirt,” you told him, running a finger along his chin.

You liked it when the corner of his mouth twitched into a wicked smile.

“Yes ma’am,” he said. You bit down on your lip. He took his time unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his skin. He was in good shape considering his age but you liked the soft edges around his body.

Dave pulled you in to nuzzle at your breasts as he unhooked your bra and you slid your palms over his broad, smooth shoulders. He rolled one of your hard nipples between his teeth and you moaned.

“That’s what I want to hear,” he growled.

He spun you around, tracing his hand around the curve of your ass down between your legs. You were already so wet that he could feel it through your panties. Dave peeled them down your hips and then sat you in front of him between his legs. He held you against his chest, one hand pushing your thighs apart so he could stroke you. You could already feel yourself pulsing as you swooned under his touch.

You heard him undo his belt with his other hand and he held his palm open in front of your lips. “Spit,” he demanded.

You could feel him behind you pulling at himself with his wet hand in time as he touched you. Dave rubbed you gently, teasing at the spot that you liked the best. He knew that it made you lose your mind, slow and careful winding you up like a toy.

“I can’t wait to get into this pussy,” he breathed into your ear.

When you bucked against him, he let go of himself and put his hand around your throat, sticky with spit and precum. Dave gripped tight. You trusted him and you had signals in case he got too rough but, as much as you enjoyed his careful touch, you liked it when things went a little too far. There was something that thrilled you as Dave squeezed and your vision went hazy. You knew he was capable of going all the way, and not in a theoretical sense. He’d killed people with his hands around their throat.

“That’s right,” he rasped and as you hit your high he let go and you gasped and shook against him.

He continued to swirl his fingers over you until you were writhing and you wrenched his wrist away.

“I think you can do that again,” Dave said.

He slid his palm over your wet lips, the heel of his hand rocking over your already overwhelmed clit. You moaned when his middle finger went inside of you.

He worked at you like this, heat twisting once again in your belly. Dave was holding you close, his weeping cock pressed against the small of your back. His thick finger seemed to double the sensation between your legs.

This time when you came, Dave bit at your neck, grunting. Your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Turn around,” he instructed.

“Can’t I get a minute to catch my breath?” you complained, still drunk on the bliss spreading over your body.

He set you on your feet and you turned, finally able to admire his ripe length. You set your foot on the bed between his legs. You’d noticed a while back that Dave had a thing for heels. So much so that you started packing them in your bag even when the job required something more practical.

Dave traced his hand down your shin and slid them over your shoe, his fingers still slick with you. As he smudged your arousal onto the leather he let out a hum and you saw his cock twitch. You moved closer, the toe of your pump just barely grazing his shaft from base to tip. There were still hints of dried blood on the heel which somehow disgusted and aroused you at the same time. Dave’s eyes drifted shut.

There was something else Dave liked but wouldn’t admit to. With an open palm, you slapped him across the face. His eyes shot open, shaken from his reverie. He snatched your wrist, tight, his gaze darkening from desire to danger.

“You’re gonna fucking get it,” he said with a sinister smirk.

He wrestled you face down onto the bed and then clamped your ankle in his hand, sliding you across the sheets until your lower body hung over the side.

“I make you cum and that’s the thanks I get?”

His hand connected with your ass. You knew it was coming but still you cried out.

“Quiet,” he demanded.

He pulled you up by your hair, the sting delicious, and put his fingers in your mouth until you were practically gagging. You loved getting Dave riled up like this.

You weren’t so introspective that you thought about why you and Dave treated each other this way. You were sure he didn’t slap his wife around in the bedroom and you would kill any man that did half of the shit that made you wet for dave. Was it some kind of penance? You both knew you didn’t deserve soft and sensual. It might have just been that your senses were completely dulled. After years on the job, it took an awful lot to make you feel anything. Or possibly it was just the release. How else were you supposed to forget about the things you’d done?

Dave pushed into you and you arched your back. He grabbed your hips hard enough that you knew you’d have bruises where his fingers dug in but he stayed motionless within you.

“Lay still,” he said when you wiggled your hips around him earning you another slap on the ass.

It was torment, his thick cock sheathed in you when you wanted more. You wanted him to drive you out of your senses. Suddenly, Dave pulled back and then snapped his hips against you. He thrust into you relentlessly. The wet noises that came between the two of you were making you feral.

You felt the tension pool again moaning as his hands travelled up to massage your breast and then wrap around your shoulders for leverage so you were feeling every inch of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he grunted.

You felt like you were already close to hitting another peak.

“Say it,” Dave demanded.

That made you fall apart and you buried your face in the mattress to muffle your moans.

“You liked that, huh?” Dave said, his hips still moving without slowing. “Turn over I want to look at that pretty face when I cum.”

You were still shuddering as you laid on your back. Dave kissed you with urgency, his fingers massaging between your legs to make you gasp. He slid into you easily with a groan.

Dave bent your leg and gripped his hand around your shoe once again and took up his pace.

This was your favorite part, watching this man who was so disciplined, so steady, shudder and break inside of you. He lost the rhythm of his hips, his brow furrowed, and he made noises you knew he couldn’t control. He pulled out and spilled all over your shin and the top of your foot and watched his cum drip down to your shoe as his chest heaved.

You sat up on your elbows enjoying the expression on his face where he went blank, his mind completely destroyed.

He kissed you again, hard, his teeth raking your bottom lip.

“Get in the shower. I’m not done with you,” he breathed.

When you were both spent, your bodies practically giving out, you collected your clothes and you left. You and Dave never slept together. You didn’t need him for that.

/ / / / / / / / /

When the job in Macau was over and you’d gone home, you were exhausted. Every job was the same cycle of emotions. Excitement, the thrill of the hunt, the anticipation as you held your breath and fingered the trigger. It was quickly followed by darkness, self-loathing. You wished you could erase it all from your memory. But it was a living so you pushed it down and got back to work. That’s where you were, at the bottom of the roller coaster, when you went to pick up your next gig, to see which sorry son of a bitch was going to eat it next.

You’d get a call on your burner with a location to meet your contact somewhere where you wouldn’t draw attention– a park bench, a busy coffee shop. Today you were meeting him at a bus stop across town. He was already sitting patiently and he didn’t make eye contact with you. This was how it worked, you both went by first names that were probably fake, you tried not to look at one another, you kept it short and clean.

He slid you an envelope of cash which you threw into your bag. The rest of the money would be wired into an account when the job was done. Next came a file with a name and some information to get you started along with a picture. Usually you just threw that into your bag, too, but you were alone in the bus shelter so you cracked open the folder.

The person in the photograph you had only seen once but you recognized them immediately. You stopped breathing.

“What is this?” you asked.

“It’s a job.”

You stared at the photo. It was like all of the others, the subject unaware that they were being watched. The woman was good looking with dark hair in soft curls over her shoulders, beautiful bronze skin. It looked like she was on her way to work, wearing a neat blouse and dress pants. It put a knot in your stomach.

“Who’s job is it?” you asked.

“What’s it to you?” he replied and you could hear the impatience in his voice. “Do I need to tell the client there’s a problem?”

You frowned and shoved the file into your bag on top of the envelope.

“Nope. We’re good,” you said and you walked away.

You felt dirty. You wanted to go home and climb into the shower. It wouldn’t change the fact that you’d just accepted the job of killing Carol York.

Your bag sat at the center of the kitchen table for hours like it had been contaminated. You stared at it, leaning against the counter and holding onto a cup of coffee you felt too nauseated to put to your lips.

You’d never felt all that shitty about fucking her husband. Sure, somewhere deep down where your humanity still resided, there was a voice that told you how despicable it was. It was bad enough that Dave surely lied about what he did for work. But he was a big boy, you told your conscience. What he did and what he said to her were outside of your control.

You’d certainly never wished any ill on the poor woman. You weren’t jealous, you didn’t hate her. Whatever you and Dave had going on, it was like your work– it didn’t exist outside of those moments when you were on a job.

What had Carol York ever done to anyone? Maybe she forgot to sign a permission slip for a school trip or she’d gossiped about someone in her office. This hit wasn’t about her. It was to get to Dave. That’s what happened, you pissed off the wrong person and you found yourself in a file. But after all of the shit he’d put her through, whether she knew about it or not, it seemed unfair that his wife should have to pay for what he’d done.

You finally worked up the nerve to take the file out of your bag. You looked at it again, at the picture of Carol. You could see why Dave had married her, how the two of them would fit together in a family portrait.

You’d killed a lot of people without a second thought and you’d done it in all types of ways. You’d heard them struggle and beg. You’d seen the look in their eye as they realized that they were about to die, the fear and then the resignation and then acceptance. And you’d seen the light go out of them. It was simple once you got over the first few kills. But you took no pleasure in it.

Maybe that was what had drawn you and Dave together. Killing chipped away a part of you that other people couldn’t understand. It wasn’t like you could build it back by being with him but it was at least a good distraction, a way to remind yourself that you were human and living. A way to forget that actions had consequences. There was no good or bad in this game.

But that was just something you told yourself. There were people who didn’t deserve to be at the other end of your gun. Carol was one of them.

You went over to the stove and turned on one of the burners. You carefully dangled the corner of the photograph over the blue flame until it caught and you watched it curl and burn until her whole face had been engulfed and turned to black ash. When the flames licked close to your fingers you dropped the last of it into the sink.

You weren’t going to kill Carol York. You couldn’t do that to her. You couldn’t do that to Dave either.

You’d thought about getting out of the game before. Everyone broke eventually. But it was impossible to quit. There were two ways out of this life and both of them were ending yours. For some reason seeing Carol’s face in your file was what pushed you over the edge. Most likely, if you didn’t kill her someone else would. But you couldn’t.

You gave yourself three days to plan so you didn’t have time to chicken out and change your mind. You bought fashion glasses with clear plastic lenses at the mall. You got hair dye. You collected the cash you had on hand including the new envelope that had come with Carol’s file. It was enough to get you going for a good while. You already had passports and IDs with your face and somebody else’s name. You had to be prepared in this business.

You didn’t tell Dave. You didn’t warn him or say goodbye. You were doing him enough of a favor and he ought to be grateful for that.

You went to the bus depot, paid cash for a Greyhound ticket heading out of state, and just like that you were gone.

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can you give me drowsy headcanons, ramble, or anything please, i am so deprived. do not be afraid to make it super long, the more the better, i just love drowsy chaperone and love to hear other people (plus you’re one of the only people i’ve seen who knows a lot abt it)

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE

I’ll divide this into a few different parts, going from least to most excruciatingly sad :)

1. general headcanons

2. in canon things i noticed and think about daily

3. a full analysis of man in chair’s connections with the drowsy chaperone as an in universe show (trigger warning for abuse ment, alcoholism ment, suicide ment)

SECTION ONE: HEADCANONS

- okay the chaperone is trans I don’t make the rules

- also her name is ambrosia :) she forsook her last name :)

- she’s about 12 years older than janet and kinda hung with janet’s family after leaving her own for a while . essentially she’s a big sister to janet

- aldolpho has some lines where he asks if the bride is big and/or burly and while in canon this is supposed to show he’s kind of a womanizer I like to believe it’s because he was fully prepared to fight her if needed

- speaking of which Of Course janet is ripped she does gymnastics

- my batshit crazy headcanon for this show is that dee dee allen from the prom is a descendant of roman bartelli no I will not elaborate

- is aldolpho one of those bitches with pets that definitely shouldn’t be legal? yessir

- post show kitty becomes a star okay I just want her to be happy

- the “pastry chefs” do discover a love of baking post show and now run a shop along with performing in feldzeig’s follies which might maybe be a front for some crime too

- TRIX DROWSY AND ALDOLPHO WORLD TRAVELING POLYCULE CAUSING PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE

- underling’s name is james I will not elaborate on this either

- show never says what trix does so I’ve decided she’s an explorer. she charts maps and punches colonialists and drags her stupid friends along with her, the only bitch in the show with a braincell

- drowsy was a former vaudeville child star pre transition - she left the business but was a mentor to janet

- I do have a headcanon for mic’s name but in the spirit of every actor who’s ever played him I won’t fucking tell

SECTION TWO: SHIT I NOTICED

- robert refers to himself by full name a lot of the time which is v interesting given he’s named after the writer, bob martin (whose wife is also named janet van de graaf). the real bob martin is like five feet away at all times playing mic

- idk how to describe it but the dynamic kitty and feldzeig (VICTOR felgzeig. we have a name from one (1) line) have when talking to each other is so snappy and funny and good

- aldolpho’s lines in spanish are mostly romantic bullshit but his first one hints that he has/had a wife who, if we’re taking the translation literally, refused to touch him. yeah I’ll bring this up in analysis

- the “pastry chefs” provide liquor for the wedding even though it has absolutely no relevance to their mission of stopping it :)

- drowsy is like. SUPER endearing towards janet and despite her bad social skills it’s super clear she cares a lot about her

- robert speaks fluent french apparently

- everyone says “ew” after aldolpho reveals his affair with drowsy despite her being a certified milf

- the body language of drowsy in the end of the show where she takes mic’s hands and breaks the barrier between reality and fiction is just so good. she was iconic the whole show but I honestly think this final bit is what won beth leavel the Tony in the end

SECTION THREE: OH NO

before diving into the way the drowsy chaperone affects his character, we need to understand what exactly it’s playing off of. to fully understand mic’s attachment to the drowsy chaperone, we need to outline what led him to isolating himself and living in fiction to the extent that he does.

mic’s father left his family at an early age and his semi estranged alcoholic mother was the one who began his love for theatre. mic grew up in a broken household and eventually moved on to land in a one sided marriage, which lasted a few months until he slipped up and expressed his discomfort with the situation, after which he and his wife split. nowadays, he lives alone in his apartment surrounded by records he uses to escape to a better life - his favorite of which being the one his mother gave him, the drowsy chaperone.

symbolism in the drowsy chaperone regarding mic’s life can be split into two main categories - mommy issues and internalized homophobia. there isn’t nearly as much mom symbolism as there is the latter, so I’ll cover that first.

drowsy covers both bases, but she definitely has some undeniable mom symbolism going on. drowsy marries aldolpho and mom dreams of being swept off her feet by a latin lover, both feel they’ve wasted their chances at love, both drink to forget, etc. this is where the idea of the drowsy chaperone being mic’s ideal way for things to work out, a positive parallel, comes into play. given that we don’t hear too much about mic’s mom other than her connections to major life events and the record itself, we can assume they grew apart in one way or another. the key difference is that drowsy finds a happy relationship for herself and retains her bond with janet, unlike what we’re led to assume mom was like.

further elaborating on the drowsy chaperone representing mic’s ideal fantasy version of events is the wedding the drowsy chaperone’s plot centers around. here’s a list of the things that didn’t stop that damn wedding:

- a minister not showing up

- the groom cheating on the bride with the bride

- the bride having a complete mental breakdown

- indirect mafia interference

- direct mafia interference

on the flip side, what little mic says about his wedding indicates it sucked absolute ass. he spent the entire ceremony in internal distress as he went through with a life changing event he, at that point, knew at least a bit that he didn’t want. I think he also implies he had severe diarrhea on the wedding day? it gets worse when you realize mic’s relationship before the wedding wasn’t any good for him either - he was playing along the whole time because it would be cruel not to, right?

throughout the show, mic is pretty clearly shown as an extremely repressed gay man. there are five specific instances that point at romantic and/or sexual attraction to men directly and another moment outside of his commentary that pretty much confirms it if you look a little bit deeper. thus, here is what I propose - to mic, the drowsy chaperone’s wedding plot represents a world where he was able to ignore that part of himself and have a happy marriage with his wife despite all the overwhelming obstacles thrown at him. however, bits and pieces of that internalized homophobia manage to show themselves throughout the drowsy chaperone anyway despite its happy ending. here’s a rundown on a few significant instances:

- by the end of the show, the “pastry chefs”, who had literally been planning to kill feldzeig, have left their life of crime to perform with him. this symbolizes how in mic’s ideal world he would have been able to turn away from what he perceived at the time as living wrongly - his homosexuality

- at the same time, the “pastry chefs” have this line, spoken in regards to janet: “if she gets married and leaves the show... there ain’t no show.” this is a take on mic’s subconscious concern that he might lose himself if he goes on with his marriage pretending everything is alright - of course, as we already know, he doesn’t listen

- “cold feets” is a pretty obvious instance of mic’s hesitation

- aldolpho’s line in spanish regarding the wife who won’t touch him flips to reflect on mic’s treatment of his own ex wife - she was alien to him as a lover, just as aldolpho was to this woman

- janet recalls her meeting robert at a point in the show and states “we spooned, briefly, then he proposed.” though mic’s relationship pre marriage was much longer than that, it must have felt that way to him - just as quick and nonsensical as janet describes

- just as janet is caught in showbiz but has a toxic love for it, so does mic with his own repressed life

- janet has a line in “show off” that alludes to her experiencing harassment/assault: “I don’t wanna be cheered no more/ praised no more/ grabbed no more/ touched no more/ loved no more” , which I believe represents the way mic perceived his intimacy with his wife - labeled as love yet unenjoyable for him

- “I look into his eyes... I get all woozy. and that’s... love, isn’t it?” is another very clear nod to mic’s misconception of love based off the only thing he’s ever experienced, relationships with women he’s had to fake

- this is the part where I tell you the lyrics to toledo surprise are a metaphor for actively suppressing gay thoughts. I’ll just leave you with “if it tries to rise; don’t let it”. these lyrics are not comprehensive enough to make a dish - trust me, I have tried. it’s also notable that they serve a double entendre as instructions on how to beat the shit out of someone, but several lyrics are also directed towards the singer/audience. for example: “it’s a snap/ try it folks/ whip your whites/ split your yolks” is an easy metaphor for the unhealthy mental gymnastics required to repress oneself so wholeheartedly

it’s also worth noting the obvious just for the sake of it - mic copes with all this by isolating himself in a safe spot where he can use musicals to escape and live his ideal fantasy, even if it’s only for a short time. there are plenty of nods to this throughout the drowsy chaperone as well. in “as we stumble along” drowsy notes that “the best that we can do is hope a bluebird/ will sing a song/ as we stumble along” - to mic, musicals are his bluebird. while mic mostly indulges in these fantasies, he knows to a certain extent the sheer amount of time he’s spending in them is unhealthy. the first line of the show is “I hate theatre” and I think that to an extent? he does. obviously mic loves theatre as a concept, that can’t be denied. what he hates is the way he’s allowed it to confine him.

with all that out of the way, let’s move on to the most important moment of the show. if you’ve ever seen the show, you’ll know exactly which scene I’m talking about immediately. I’m referring to, of course, the infamous “l-ve while you can” scene. as janet stands at the alter she asks drowsy for one final word of advice, which is partially obscured by aldolpho dropping his cane. “l-ve while you can.” it’s a simple moment, but mic reveals to us that he’s been agonizing over it for years - did drowsy say “live” or “leave”? it occurs to everyone eventually, whether a couple days after the show like with me, or years after like with bob martin’s replacement on broadway that the most likely answer is that she had said “love while you can”. it’s this moment, when you realize why mic had never seen that as an option, that the drowsy chaperone’s status as a musical within a comedy within a tragedy is solidified. mic had no love in his life - his parents hated each other and he was forcing himself into relationships in which he felt nothing. to him, living and leaving were options, but loving never was. so he locked himself away.

as the final note on the record is playing, all power in mic’s apartment shuts down and the fantasy is ruined. the superintendent arrives and further invades his space, breaking the private sanctity he had built up for so long. she fixes the power and before mic can stop it from happening, the final note of the record plays. and the super recognizes it as a musical. she makes a remark about how much her wife loves musicals and leaves, completely unaware of what she’s just done.

mic sits in silence for a while. and then he begins to sing. gradually, the cast members begin to echo their songs, dancing around him but never touching him. then drowsy appears and sings harmony to mic. and she takes his hands. the show ends with the entire cast, including mic, taking off on trix’s airplane as the curtain falls, drowsy handing mic his record as the plane takes off.

some people interpret the ending as mic committing suicide, finally deciding between live and leave. I don’t personally believe that and neither does writer and original mic bob martin, but it’s still a valid interpretation. the drowsy chaperone’s ending is ambiguous, yes, but not to that extent. no matter what you believe the ending means, it was brought on not by the interruption of the fantasy, but by whatever realization the super’s remark about her wife triggered. as I see it, there are two main options here.

option one - mic realizes he still has time to live and to love. when he was younger the prospect of living as himself was unthinkable to him, yet now he sees that while he was spending countless years alone the world grew. drowsy offers mic her hand, an invitation to finally become what he had admired in her - someone who isn’t anywhere near perfect, but is damn well trying and living life without regret. he accepts.

option two - mic realizes that while he spent years alone the world moved on without him and he’s isolated himself so much from social interaction that he’d no longer be able to make a meaningful connection with anyone outside. so he stays inside instead, never trying, always trapped between live and leave. drowsy offers mic her hand - at least he’ll have a tune to carry with him.

I really want to believe we got option one. I think option one is the intended, really, given mic ends the show with a joyful goodbye to the audience. but the way that the ending is still left open for interpretation makes it so that we can never really know - we as the audience only get to be privy to a small part of mic’s life, and we don’t get the answers we want because at the end of the day they’re irrelevant to us - all we can do is make our own choice.

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