#wonder egg soft edits

[loveshotzz]

bartender!eddie x fem!reader Eddie’s night.

🎵my man gives real love that’s why I call him killer, he’s not a ‘wham! bam! thank you ma’am!’ he’s a thriller.🎵

summary: After being stood up on a blind date, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with keeps you company.

word count: 12.6k

warnings: 90’s AU / 18 + no minors! /eddie is in his early 30’s, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi public smut (p in v), cream pie, dirty talk.

authors note: my love letter to the 90’s 💕after one month of brain storming and three weeks of writing here’s part one of Whatta Man! Eddie’s night. (This is a singular one shot. Steve’s night is part two, can you find the easter eggs for his night 😉)Thank you to my very talented friends who always brain storm with me and share ideas. This fun lil AU wouldn’t have happened with you. ily 💗 edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

You didn’t want to go on this date. Not when your roommate set you up, and you certainly didn’t want to go when he picked The Foxy Lounge. But when Weather Man Mike predicted the first warm day after three months of bitter winter you’d take any excuse to wear your favorite dress. 

You’d been here before, always stumbling in after a night out with friends because they were the only 4am place in town. Those late nights turned to early mornings were more of a thing of the past now so when you got to the familiar chipped red door you didn’t recognize the bouncer standing outside. He has a head of honey colored hair that’s just long enough to run his fingers through. His toned frame sits pretty wrapped in a tight black tee and long legs covered in dark wash jeans tight enough for you to really have to focus on keeping  your eyes on his face. A freckle covered neck leads to a strong jaw and a chiseled nose. Leaning against the brick wall with his boots crossed at the ankles a toothpick twirls between his straight teeth.

The platform of your sneakers hitting the pavement as you come to a stop and the jingle of your power beads alerts him of your presence, hazel eyes going round like the moon in the sky. Straightening his posture he snatches the tooth pick out of his mouth, stuffing it in his back pocket. You swear you see a Tamagotchi tucked away as he clears his throat with a puff of his chest.

“I.D.?” 

Your lips twitch, the forced deep baritone in his voice isn’t fooling you, and you wonder if it fooled anyone when the signature beep of a Tomogatchi pet needing to be fed goes off in his back pocket. He coughs to try to cover the noise while you quickly pull what he needs out of your cross body. Holding it out for him to examine you look up with a glossed smile matching the one in the picture. Narrowing his eyes, you catch a glimmer of playfulness when he clicks on his flashlight. 

Examining it like it could be a fake, you bite back a giggle while he turns it around giving it one more once over before handing it back to you with a soft chuckle.

“Funny, we have the same birthday.” His voice comes out normal this time, soft and friendly just like you thought.

“Twins!”

A genuine smile lights up his face like the sign above your head, his boyish features coming out despite the stubble on his chin.

“Might as well call us the Olsen’s.” Throwing you a wink he pulls the gold handle to open the door for you. The sounds of Return of the Mack break through the hums of the street behind you. “Have fun tonight honey, be safe. If anyone bothers you, just come grab me okay? I’m steve.”

Your cheeks heat up at the endearment and you have to remind yourself that you’re here for a date. You catch a hint of his cologne when your shoulder brushes against his chest on your way in, the expensive scent making you dizzy when it hits your senses.

“I will, thanks Steve,”your words are shy when they come out, making his lips twitch in response. Nodding his head, you catch the tinge of pink on his skin before he closes the door with a small wave.

It's even louder inside with the drunk conversations battling for dominance against the music. Tugging nervously at the bottom of your dress you look around the bar for the vague description of this guy Craig your friend gave you. 

You scan the crowd a few times before your eyes catch the big brown ones of the bartender. The stool in front of him freeing itself at the same time your eyes connect, the corners of his plush lips pull up as he beckons you over with two heavily ringed fingers. The unruly dark auburn curls that hit just below his shoulders catch the low light behind the bar, the yellow glow softening up all his edges. 

Rocking back on your heels you pull the strap of your cross body closer, doing your best to collect yourself before you push through the crowd accepting his invitation. His smile widens, pulling up his stubble covered cheeks to reveal a set of perfect white teeth to you. The one you give him in return comes out a little shy as you plop down on the ripped vinyl that matches the red of the door.

Ink litters his arms disappearing under the frayed ends of his sleeves letting you know there was more under the tight fit of his worn faded black Metallica shirt. The two rips near the collar give you a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his neck. The scruff lining his jaw adds a few years from afar but from this close he looks your age. The silver hoop in his nose catches against the bright lighting under the bar like the rings adoring his fingers. Pulling out two empty shot glasses with a twirl he quickly fills them up with Jameson.

“This one’s on the house sweetheat, it’ll help make your date cuter.”  He winks with a sly grin, your stomach flutters with his full attention on you like this.

The glass is heavy in your grasp as you stare at the dark liquid with a faint grimace. His low chuckle catches your attention before the pop and hiss of the soda fills your ears. As if reading your mind he slides over a coke, letting you keep your pride by not having to ask for a chaser.

“How do you know I’m here for a date?” Raising a questioning brow, the sides of your lips twitch as you struggle to hold a straight face. “A girl can’t come to the bar alone on a Friday night?”

The chocolate in his eyes lights up at your playful banter, slinging a white towel over his shoulder he leans in, forearms pressing hard against the counter as he invades your space. The spice of his cologne and the burn of cigarette smoke joins with him and you find yourself sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you telling me you’re available then?” Dropping his voice low enough to feel between your legs, you wished more than anything you had a different answer to give him.

The heaviness of his gaze has your cheeks warming, the intensity of the eye contact forcing your gaze away for a second as you clear your throat. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear you muster enough courage to meet his eyes again. 

“N-no unfortunately, you were right.” Exaggerating a heavy sigh, his confident demeanor never wavers despite his confirmed suspicions.

“Unfortunately is right, huh?” Winking, he pushes back leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne raising his shot in an offering of cheers. “To what could have been, baby.” 

A giggle bubbles past your lips when his fingers brush against yours meeting in the middle with a clink. Downing his shot like a professional, he’s left to watch the way you struggle with yours. Amusement is evident on his face while he watches the way your throat stays unwilling to open. Holding the alcohol in your mouth longer than anyone would want, it finally gives in letting the bitter liquid go down with a bite. Pushing the can of coke towards you with his knuckles, his laugh booms loud from his chest as you search for reprieve in the sweetness with desperation.

Chugging with abandon, you forget your surroundings for a second before your eyes meet his over the rim of the can and it’s almost enough to have you snort the rest of it all over yourself. 

Coming up for air you grumble a half assed “shut up” doing your best to try and fight the smile begging to spread across your lips as you wipe them with the back of your hand.

“Not a whiskey girl I take it?” Punctuating the ‘t’ harder than normal, his teasing falls on deaf ears when you get distracted at the way his thick fingers wrap around the shot glasses.

“Not a shot girl in general, I’d rather not taste the alcohol if I can help it.” Shrugging, you trace invisible patterns on the sticky quartz of the bar top with french tipped nails silently reminding yourself for the second time tonight you’re here for a date.

“So how’d you two meet?” He raises his voice so it comes out sickly sweet while a shaker and a lemon appears in his hands. Setting them down on top of the worn jagermeister logo that covers the drink mat he starts rolling the fruit against his palm.

“We haven’t met yet actually, a friend set us up.” 

Eddie’s movements freeze for a second, eyebrows furrowing together in a look of confusion as if that was the craziest thing that anyone had ever told him. He grabs the bottle of simple syrup adding more to what looked like it was going to be a sweet drink before he answers.

“Someone like you shouldn’t need to be set up, sweetheart.” He looks up at you from under the hood of his lashes quickly picking up on the effect he has on you.

He twirls another empty glass onto the counter top before he smashes the lid of the shaker on, not giving you a chance to respond he starts shaking it louder than you know is necessary. The bats tattooed on his arm dance across the muscles with the flex of every flick of his wrist.

“Really? Laying it on thick, huh?” Raising your voice enough to know he could hear you, he taunts you by cupping his free hand over his ear to make a show of pretending he can’t, mouthing a ‘sorry’ with a smirk. The laugh he earns from when he finally relents is the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard. 

“Well I hope this ‘friend’ has a good vetting process. No less than three interviews or no dice.” He pours your drink with panache, like he’s putting on a show for you, like you’re sure he does with all the other girls.

Grabbing a straw he plugs one end with his index finger before he dips it into the slightly lighter liquid. The heat between your legs becomes almost unbearable when his lips wrap around the end tasting his creation with a low groan, his pink tongue pokes out to collect the sweetness left behind.

“I think, I think you’re gonna like this one. It’s an Eddie Munson original, I’m calling it "Wasting Love.” The roll of your eyes makes him bark out another laugh. The signs of the smoke you smell on him are more noticeable in this one’s rumble.

“I wonder what could have inspired it?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with him while you waited for Craig, but you can’t help yourself. Besides, he was already ten minutes late.

“I think you know what inspired it sweetheart, I can tell you’re not just some pretty face.” Dimples poking through his cheeks, he finally takes notice of the glares from the customers filling up the bar. Everyone’s patience starting to wear thin while they waited for whatever this was to be over. 

“I gotta stop ignoring all the other people in here real quick, but I’ll be back for your review.” He throws you another wink and it has you shifting in your seat as he starts to walk away.

“Wait! I never opened a tab!” Calling after him as you reach for your purse, he tuts loudly, turning around to face you, continuing his path walking backwards. 

“You shouldn’t be paying for a thing tonight, gorgeous.” He waves his hand dismissively before his back is to you again giving his undivided attention to the bearded man who looked ready to murder the carefree metal head if he didn’t get his Bud Light in the next five seconds.

Trying not to get too caught up in someone that wasn’t your date you timidly bring the straw to your lips. Humming appreciatively when the sweetness hits your tastebuds you’re pleasantly surprised at how much you actually like it. Feeling bold enough to take a bigger gulp, you look around for Craig again. So lost in the little bubble you had been in with Eddie you didn’t realize how much more the bar had filled up since you arrived. A new kind of rowdy energy in the air — the low murmurs of conversation get loud enough to drown out Semi- Charmed Kinda Life.

Glancing down at your pink swatch watch, your date was now twenty minutes late. Turning around to check and make sure the lavender cross body you told him to look for was visible, you crane your neck around looking one last time. It’s easy to shrug off the sinking feeling of rejection when you turn back around to watch Eddie in his natural habitat. 

He moves behind the bar like he’s been doing it his whole life, like everything was muscle memory.  As if he could feel you staring he catches your gaze throwing you a smirk before he tosses a bottle of tequila in the air catching it with ease. Pouring it into four lined up shot glasses, the group of girls in front of him celebrating what looked like a bachelorette party with all their multi-colored hats and boas squealed with drunk delight. Your eyes hit the back of your skull in a hard roll when one of them bats their eyelashes at him with a hand on his arm.

Sucking down the rest of your drink, the slurping once you hit the ice is loud enough to annoy the guy next to you who shoots you a warning look over his shoulder. Mouthing an apology you push your empty glass away looking around the bar one more time. The guilt of flirting with Eddie starts to disappear when you look at your watch again and start coming to terms you were actually being stood up. Searching for his doe eyes again, your heart sinks when you find him this time.

Dimples in his cheeks again, he’s practically beaming at her. Their body language telling you this isn’t their first time meeting and how animated he is when he talks to her is like he’s known her for years. Gesturing wildly with his hands while she nods enthusiastically, something he says has her throwing her head back with a laugh loud enough you can hear it over the music. You huff through your nose, the sting of rejection sneaking its way back in. The reminder that he was just doing his job and you were here for a date, one that never showed up, slaps you right in the face.

Averting your gaze to spare whatever confidence you have left, your eyes find the bouncer at the front door. Inside the bar now with a hard glare set on his handsome face. His arms sit folded across his broad chest while his jaw clenches at the same time as the muscles in his shoulders flex. Steve looks pissed.

Interest piqued, you follow his line of sight despite it going in the direction of the bar you were trying to avoid. Somehow not surprised when your eyes land on her again, you notice Eddie has already busied himself with someone else. With his back towards both of you he fills two pints with Blue Moon, the uncomfortable look on her face couldn’t be missed. The greasy blonde hair on the man that was clearly invading her personal space told you he’d been drinking all day. The grimace on her pretty face says she could smell it on his breath too.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you see him grab onto her arm while trying to whisper in her ear. You feel yourself ready to stand up and help when she pushes him away, with the way the veins in her neck were flexing whatever she was saying to him wasn't nice. Shoving her hand in his face she storms towards the front door where Steve is waiting, looking seconds away from killing the man who followed her path out of the bar with a leer.

The scowl on her face softens instantly when she’s met with Steve opening the door, the glare on his face being replaced with a deep flush when you catch a “Thanks, Stevie” fall appreciatively from her lips.

SMACK

Jumping at the sound of metal hitting wood, Eddie’s dimples show themselves only this time they are for you as he leans forward on his arms again, eyes flicking towards the spot next to you. He pulls himself even closer when he notices no one new occupying the stool, making you search for friction with the fat of your thighs. 

“Penny for your thoughts, beautiful?” Flashing you his perfect teeth for the second time tonight the bruise to your ego already starts to disappear.

“I drank it without gagging, didn’t I?” Crossing your arms on top of the bar it's your turn to lean into his space and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your new boldness.

Licking his lips, your eyes greedily follow the path of his tongue. His smile stretches across his face even more when he notices, making no effort to move- unwilling to back down from the silent standoff you’ve challenged him too.

“‘I’ll have you know I take that as a very high compliment coming from you.” His breath fans across your cheeks from this close, mint and whiskey hitting your nose when he huffs a laugh. “Where’s Prince Charming?”

“Turns out there was no Prince, just an ugly old toad.” Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him through half lidded eyes, “Good thing I didn’t kiss him, huh?”

A low rumble shakes in his chest as he dares to lean in even closer, the tips of your noses almost brushing while the bubble you’d lost yourselves in reappears.

“Yeah baby, you can’t give those out to just anybody, they gotta be for someone special.” His voice is low, dripping with the kind of want you’d never had directed at you before. His eyes take in every inch of your face from this close while you try to keep up with his smooth tongue.

“Got anyone in mind, Eddie?” Doing your best to match his tone, his brows pinch together at the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth taking one last look at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah, I know a guy actually. He’s a bartender with a great head of hair.” Wiggling his eyebrows when you snort, the front door swings open, breaking you two apart as the girl from before commands the room like a record scratch, silencing the bar for the first time all night.

“Eddie! It’s bad, Steve needs you!” The sheer panic in her voice is enough for the jealous monster inside you to stay at bay as Eddie pushes back on his heels.

An irritated sigh escapes him while he mutters ‘not a-fucking-gain’ under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes find yours. You jump a little when he grabs your hands, the warmth of his palms enveloping yours while he gives you a pleading look.

“Don’t - I mean, please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back, I need to go save my buddy’s ass again. But I promise I’ll be right back, this conversation is too important to leave unfinished.” He flashes you that million dollar smile like chaos isn’t ensuing outside and all you can do is nod, signaling that you’ll stay put.

Hopping over the bar his loose fitting combat boots squeak over the counter top, the black jeans that were hidden from your sight somehow fit him even better than his shirt. Your gaze is shamelessly hungry as it follows him until he’s out the door. The scuffle outside leaking through the music with a blur of bodies outside. 

Too focused on the glimpse of Eddie’s towering frame stepping between the two guys to break up the fight, you don’t notice the person who walks through the unattended door until it shuts behind him with a thud. Ready to glare at whoever it is your eyes widen when you meet the ones belonging to who you can only assume is Craig. The burnt auburn hair he sports and the way he zero’s in on your purse confirms your suspicions. This was Craig, you're incredibly late and not even remotely as attractive as the bartender, date.

“Shit, shit, shit.” No matter how quickly you averted your stare, you knew it was too late, he saw you. Panic sets in while your brain goes a mile a minute trying to think a way out of this.

Looking around the bar for some sort of escape, the thought of ducking into the bathroom sounds like a winner but then the image of Eddie coming back and seeing you gone seeps into the forefront of your mind making you quickly toss that idea out the window. Turning to the people on either side of you who are too lost in their own conversations to notice your dilemma, you try to decide which one you could interrupt the most naturally. 

The couple on your right looks like they’re on a date going really well and the one on your left seems like two friends catching up. The tap on your shoulder is enough for you to make a split second decision, clearing your throat you spare the newly blossoming romance next you from your desperate antics, choosing to interrupt the friends who are reconnecting with a loud fake laugh.

“That’s when she told me- um excuse me do I know you?” Gruff and confused, the man closest to you looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. First your loud slurping and now this? This plan was never going to work from the get-go.

Another persistent tap on your shoulder has you grasping for straws. You open your mouth to try to sell whatever this was one last time. 

“Umm excuse me?”  Craig’s voice comes out loud enough to cut you off and for the poor guy next to you to give you the final cold shoulder. Unable to ignore him any longer, you force yourself to turn around and face him head on. Kind of. 

Channeling your inner Alicia Silverstone you try to give him the best Clueless look you can muster and he returns it with an even more confused expression, clearing his throat.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Craig, Ariana’s friend. I think I’m supposed to be meeting you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his tan slacks, the maroon sweater he wears fits loosely over his thin frame, dirty black chucks on his feet, his look screams ‘I listen to Nirvana’.

“Umm, I think you have the wrong person? I wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone here tonight.” It’s not believable in the slightest when the words leave your mouth, your less than confident delivery giving you away. The look on his face lets you know you’ve definitely been made

“Are you sure? I was told to look for the girl with a lavender purse.”  As if to prove his point he points to the exact one he’s talking about slung across your shoulder. He scoffs when you keep up with your charade, “I know I’m late but this is ridiculous.”

“A lot of girls have purple bags, Craig.” His name comes out dripping in venom, the need to get rid of him before Eddie’s return throwing any logic out the window. You needed to believe your own lie.

The sudden harshness has him raising his hands in defense, backing down a little under the daggers of your glare.

“Whoa, chill out, my bad. You just match the exact description I was given, that's all.”

Clenching your jaw in frustration because he just won’t give up, you try to hold your composure while your eyes flick towards the door in anticipation for his return.

“Well you’ve told me you were late twice already so she probably just left. Rude of you to keep her waiting honestly.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you know that he’s aware of exactly what you are doing but you don’t care anymore.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened, and not her being bitter I’m one measly hour late.” The way his words clip signal the rejection sinking in, a glare setting firm on his face.

It’s the stare down of the century before Eddie comes barging through the entrance with a loud huff and a clap of his hands. Cheeks red from yelling and hair slightly more wild than before. He checks to make sure you’re still exactly where he left you before he glances over to Craig for a split second not registering who he is. Hopping over the bar with another skid of his boots, he still manages to give you a lopsided grin when he gets to the other side. Hitting the top of the bar in a series of beats - he’s a ball of energy.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart, Steve’s lucky the girl he took a knuckle sandwich for has a first aid kit. Rick keeps saying he’s gonna get one but I have yet to see it. Want another cocktail?” Talking a mile a minute with the leftover adrenaline from the fight, he still doesn’t notice the way Craig watches the two of you until he catches how awkward you’re being. Eddie’s face hardens, the softness he was giving you disappearing. “Something I can help you with buddy?”

You don’t even have to look at Craig to know he’s puffing out his chest with a point of his chin addressing Eddie.

“Actually pal, maybe you can.” His tone makes Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, a tested smile spreading over his lips while he lets Craig continue. “I was supposed to meet someone here for a blind date, I was told to look for a girl with a lavender purse exactly like this one. You haven't seen another girl with this exact same bag have you?” 

Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, amusement filling the specks of golden brown as he picks up on exactly what’s happening. The corners of his lips twitch before he nods his head licking his bottom lip holding your gaze long enough to make you squirm before bringing his attention back to Craig with a low whistle.

“Oh yeah, I remember that hottie, man. It’s a shame you were late, she took off with this dude she met waiting for you. She didn’t stand a chance, though, honestly. I know the guy, he’s too smooth for his own good. Pretty good looking too. Can’t be leaving your girl unattended around him. Probably wouldn’t have worked out between you two anyway.” Eddie catches the roll of your eyes at his self indulgent story as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to hide your face splitting grin.

“Why don’t you walk away with some dignity. What’s that saying? There’s always more fish in the sea or some shit.” Eddie adds more salt to the wound, finally breaking Craig enough to give up.

“Whatever you say man, this bar is fuckin’ lame anyway. Who wants to drink to Third Eye Blind.” Grumbling his insults as he slinks away, he takes one last look at you and Eddie before his final exit with a flip of his middle finger.

Eddie’s stare is hot on your face, while you bashfully avoid his gaze keeping your eyes lingering on the door. When you finally dare to meet his eyes the shit eating grin on his face makes you groan, the buzz of your drink pulling a giggle out of you. 

“Eddie, don’t —“

“Well, well, aren’t you just a little heartbreaker, huh?” His teasing only makes your cheeks grow hotter as you try to hide your face from his view.

“Don’t you need to go attend to all the customers you left?” Your words come out muffled from behind your hands as you slowly pull them down just enough to uncover the fake glare you were sending his way.

“I’ve got my favorite one right here.” Voice dropping low with a smirk, he was right, you didn’t stand a chance.

“I haven’t paid for a single thing, you refused my money if you remember.” Bringing your hands down to fully come out of hiding, he bites his bottom lip when he can take in your features again.

“It’s no good here, baby, I could actually get arrested if I take it and then how would I be able to take you out to get pancakes after my shift if I’m behind bars?” Bringing his hands together in mock shackles and a pout, the chain wrapped around his wrist catches your eyes for the first time.

“You’re takin’ me to get pancakes?” Flirting like a love sick teenager, you even start to kick your feet under the bar.

“It’s the least I can do since you’re my fill in bouncer for the rest of the night.” Smirking, he nods his head to the man at the opposite end of the bar flagging him down with a twenty dollar bill. His eyes sparkling with something new now that he had you.

“Me? A Bouncer? I’m not intimidating in the slightest!” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you smile at his retreating form, the game of ‘playing hard to get’ becoming a thing of the past now.

“Sorry, you owe me, heartbreaker.” He shrugs like it’s out of his control before flashing you the same lopsided grin leaving you a mess of nerves from getting to spend the night with him.

The hours till close go by faster than you anticipate with Eddie topping off your drink any time you ask, the buzz from the alcohol is just enough to handle the growing intensity of his flirting. Now that the only obstacle in the way of each other was time, he was relentless.

Enjoying the game of chicken the two of you had started unconsciously playing, you stop noticing the clock. Every six customers earns you five —sometimes ten minutes of his time and he makes sure to use every second of those breaks as an excuse to lean in close, whispering in your ear, holding your face close every time you talk. He was getting off on the way he could make you shift in your seat and hide your bottom lip between your teeth when he got close enough for his lips to brush against your ear. Your fingers find excuses to wrap around his wrist when he invades your space, playing with his chain, you keep him close making sure to tilt your head just enough for him to catch a glimpse down your neck into the low cut of your dress.

The small hand on the clock above the door hits the three and it’s not until his breaks start getting longer and your touches are able to get a little bolder that you notice the murmur of voices over the music disappears. The few stranglers left sipping their last drinks of the evening are paying the two of you no mind despite the way he’s tucking your hair out of his way to trace the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose.

The realization that you’re finally about to be alone with him brings your nerves to a head and the need to check yourself over in the bathroom mirror becomes urgent. The flick of his tongue along your earlobe distracts you for a second as your head nudges against his when it tickles making a giggle slip past your lips.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, Eddie.” You inhale the scent of pine lingering in his shampoo, giving him one last nudge with your nose before hopping off the stool. He gives you his best puppy eyes as you get up to leave, pushing out his bottom lip when you tug your dress down.

“Please, I’ll be like three minutes.” You roll your eyes at him but the smile that lights up your face tells him you’re eating it up.

“I’ll be counting every second you're gone, baby.” Holding his hands over his heart for dramatic effect the man at the end of the bar snorts loudly ruining the moment. He earns an annoyed glare from the bartender, “Better hurry up and finish that shit old man, it’s closing time.” 

You hear him grunt in response to Eddie’s rude reminder before disappearing into the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. Stickers and writing with permanent marker cover every inch of the dark crimson walls. The doors of the black stalls barely hang from their hinges, dents from many reckless drunk nights at The Foxy Lounge punch random spots into the metal. The bottom of your sneakers stick to the floor with every step to the mirror where more stickers and black scribbles line the surface including a girl named Leigh’s phone number with the note ‘for a good time call’ attached at the end leaving just enough room to see your face.

The space buns on top of your head are messy from Eddie nuzzling his beard into your hair all night. You try to salvage what was left of them by tightening the knots a little more before deciding it's a lost cause. He was probably just going to mess them up more anyway. The thought of Eddie’s hands being free to touch you in every way you’ve wanted all night has you taking a deep breath while you hold your own eyes in the mirror.

“It’s happening, you’re gonna have sex with him. You’re gonna fuck the super hot bartender who flirts like it’s his second language tonight and you’re gonna be confident about it okay? You hear me?” Pointing to yourself in the mirror, the determination in your stare is enough for your tipsy pep talk to work its magic.

Taking one last look at yourself with a nod of your head you pull open the bathroom door ready to take on the rest of the night. Only to stop in your tracks when you notice the stool that was occupied is now empty and every inch of Eddie is also in full view from where he stands in front of the jukebox. Your eyes are insatiable taking in his tall frame like this for the first time all night. 

You notice the giant chain that hangs from his belt loop this time, and there’s even more rips in his jeans than before giving you a peek at the pale skin hidden underneath. His shoulder blades move under the thin fabric of his shirt when he clicks his choice on the machine. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer spills out from the speakers of the bar as he turns on his heels, the smirk that plays on his lips dares you to catch the hint with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Very subtle.” Crossing your arms as if to act immune to his charms, you know he sees right through your facade but he plays along anyway raising his big hands up in the air in mock surrender.

“It’s just one of my favorite songs, I don’t know what kinda ideas you got going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He takes a few more steps towards you slowly closing the gap, daring to be closer to you than he had been all night without a wooden bar separating you.

“Interesting, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Sixpence fan.” Raising your eyebrow, you have to look up at him when he finally takes the last few steps to stand in front of you. 

“Why? Cause I’m such a tough guy?” His grin grows wider when he looks down at you catching the roll of your eyes while you uncross your arms opening your body up to him with a laugh. 

“I can’t stand you.” Your swat is flirtatious with your palm hitting his chest. He’s quick to catch it, using your hand as leverage to pull you closer, biting back his groan when a breathy gasp slips past your lips when he tucks you into chest. First your giggle and now this? He just knew you were going to sound so pretty falling apart for him.

“I think Craig would call that bluff sweetheart.” He gives you a minute to let his words sink in, throwing his head back with a loud laugh when you huff at him embarrassed. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing. He needed to be dumped, a girl like you deserves someone that's gonna show up when they’re supposed to.”

The sweetness of his words has you melt against him, the playful pull from before surrendering to his touch and you swear there’s hearts in your eyes from the way he looks down at you after saying something like that. 

“Thanks for tonight Eddie,” your voice is small when it comes out laced with adoration, and it’s his turn to get bashful making your favorite dimples come out again.

“No problem sweetheart, honestly it’s my fuckin’ lucky night.” Pulling your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss to the skin stretched over them before letting your hand drop, noting the disappointment on your face that you’re quick to cover up. 

“Wanna get some fresh air while I smoke before I close this place down?” 

——

Eddie somehow looks even better under the twinkling stars and pink fluorescent lights of The Foxy Lounge sign. The low hum of the electricity filling your ears as you lean against the brick of the building. His eyes are brighter out here, catching them with your own when he looks at you over the end of his cigarette.

He winks when you meet his pointed gaze, the flame of his lighter casting shadows that dance across the strong lines of his jaw, the orange glow highlighting the stubble that covers it. Batting your lashes at him, you push your hips off the wall playfully while he keeps his eyes on you through his entire first drag, only breaking contact for the split second he needs to blow the smoke he inhaled away from you. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” His words come out like a warning before he takes another hit.

“How am I looking at you Eddie?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you make sure to say his name extra sweet just how you figured out he likes. He shakes his head with a low chuckle blowing more smoke into the clear night sky. 

Despite only taking two drags, he flicks the barely smoked cigarette to the side before closing the distance with a few steps leaving him crowding you against the building. Your chest brushes against his with every shallow breath. Getting lost in the darkening amber inside his eyes, the calloused tips of his fingers catch against the soft skin of your chin. The pad of his thumb pulling the velvet of your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

Ducking his head down he nudges your nose with his, the heat of his breath fanning against your open mouth. His eyes go from yours back down to your glossed lips silently begging for your permission.

“I think it was you that was hinting at kissing me earlier.” Pushing up on your tiptoes, you smile against him when your lips just barely touch. 

“Oh? You think that’s what I was doing hmm?” Asking the question he already knows the answer to, his tongue licks against your top lip as your hands find the material of his shirt, fisting as much of it as you can before yanking him down to collect his lips with an eager mouth, giving up winning whatever game this was. 

You swallow his moan when your tongues meet in the middle battling for dominance, teeth scraping, you taste the few puffs of tobacco still lingering on his taste buds as his muscle massages against yours. Sliding his knee between your thighs, he smiles smug into the kiss when your hips search for friction against the denim.

He breaks away from your mouth long enough to start trailing wet kisses down your jaw, the rough hair on his chin rubbing your skin raw as he starts nipping and sucking bruises along your neck. Biting hard enough at your pulse point to have to soothe it with his tongue after the mewls he pulls from you are enough to drive him insane.

Your fingers tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, giving his roots a pull while you turn your head, opening more of yourself to him. Taking your silent invitation he nips at the dip of your collar bone before lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. 

“I gotta close up baby, but then…”rubbing his hands up your curves with a low groan he squeezes at the plush of your hips before finishing his sentence, “I think I promised you pancakes.”

Nodding your head because words are stuck at the tip of your tongue, he grabs your cheeks with a strong grip, smushing your lips together before stealing one last kiss.

——-

Eddie doesn’t give you the attention you’ve grown accustomed to all night when he starts the process of actually cleaning the bar. Your body still buzzes like a live wire from the drinks and the kiss outside. He’d been counting his tips with his back to you for the last ten minutes and you were growing impatient for more of him. You needed it. 

Counting the last bill he finally turns around and your thighs press together when you get to see his face again. Shifting in your seat when his eyes barely meet yours, he makes his way to the other end of the bar. Pushing yourself up to lean forward with puckered lips, he ignores your advances passing by without so much as a glance in your direction. Huffing when you plop back in your seat, he flips the knob starting to wash his hands in the mini sink with his back to you again. Your foot taps against the metal of the stool as you watch him grab the scratched up red bucket hanging below and a fresh rag quickly replacing his hands with it to fill up.

You wonder if he can feel your stare when he adds the soap, taking his time while he spins the rag in the steaming water, he starts ringing it out. Arms flexing and suds spilling over his knuckles, you were gonna lose your mind if you didn’t get your hands on him soon. 

He makes big swipes as he starts working his way towards you, keeping his eyes so focused on his task you’d think you were invisible if it wasn’t for the smirk that was getting impossible for him to hide. It only grows bigger when he stops in front of you, adding a low hum to his charade purposely wiping around the outline of your hands that were splayed out on the counter ready to push yourself up again. 

“Eddie - c’mon!”  

You’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the laugh that falls easy from his chest when he finally looks at you. His face softens and his eyes darken when he catches your angry pout, your fingers are quick to find his free ones making him tsk at you but he doesn’t pull away.

“My hands are wet baby.” He knew you didn’t care and the teeth showing in his wide grin told you he didn’t either.

Giving into your persistence like it hasn’t been a fight to keep his hands to himself this whole time, he leans forward brushing his nose with yours before nudging it against your cheek so your lips just barely touch. When you go to close the space he pulls back just enough to tease, a small whine escaping you at his games.

“What’s got you so needy, huh?” His words are whispered as he presses with the slightest pressure before pulling back again. “I didn’t kiss you good enough outside, you need more?”

“Please.” Your cheeks burn when you hear how your voice sounds, but his grip on your fingers tighten and a low moan breaks through his front at how desperate you sound just for a kiss.

“Gotta give my girl what she needs.” Your brain gets stuck on the words ‘my girl’ taking you a minute to realize he was finally giving you what you want.

It’s slower than outside, he’s taking his time with you this time. Untangling his fingers from yours, his hand comes up to wrap around the side of your neck. The water feels good on your skin as the pad of his thumb starts rubbing soft lines under your jaw while his tongue swipes at your bottom lip looking for more. You don’t give into his advances on purpose, keeping your mouth closed to get him back for all his teasing you feel his smile grow against your own.

Expecting him to stop and surrender, he only doubles down. Catching your top lip with his bottom, he pulls away just enough for you to open your eyes. God, you wished you kept them closed. The brightness from outside had turned them into nothing but black leaving no trace of the specks of brown from before. The knowledge that he was just as affected by all of this as you sends you reeling. Toes curling inside your sneakers.

“Whining over here for me to give you what you want, and here I am baby, and you’re playing hard to get.” Nipping at your bottom lip he meets your heavy lidded gaze again, “Gonna let me give you what you want?”

He barely lets you finish nodding before he’s on you, the hunger from outside coming back as he leans over the bar to deepen the kiss like you’d been begging him for. Opening your mouth for him without hesitation when he asks for permission again your tongues meet lazily, exploring each other like you didn’t get a chance to before. Pushing up again eager to get more of him he pulls back leaving you breathless with spit slick lips.

Despite the way his chest heaves trying to catch his breath, he does his best to play it cool, smirking when you have no shame chasing for more.

“I gotta finish closing up.” He gives you one more chaste kiss before he starts wiping the rest of the counter down. 

Jutting out your bottom lip into a pout, he laughs, throwing out a ‘you’ll survive five minutes baby.’

You leave him alone doing your best not to distract him, despite how much your fingers itch to have him close again. Grabbing the money from the register and the receipts for the night he disappears back into what you could only assume was Rick’s office. When he pops back out he looks a little more relaxed.

“Just gotta wipe the bottles down and then I’m getting the prettiest girl the best pancakes in town.” Clapping his hands together with a rub of his palms, he grabs another rag.

You were starting to hate pancakes. Not that you didn’t want them, you just wanted him more.

“Hey Eddie?” Trying to hide your ulterior motives in the sweetness of your voice, his eyes meet yours almost instantly and they narrow just as quick.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Setting the rag down he leans forward with his palms on the bar he gives you his undivided attention. An intimidation tactic. Unable to help yourself, your eyes trace up the ink covering his arms.

“Teach me how to make that drink?” Looking up at him from under your lashes, you see something flash across his face, fingertips digging into the countertop after the question leaves your mouth.

“Wasting Love?” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t call it that now, would you?” Laying it on thick, a slow smile spreads across his face. He saw what you were doing and he was going to fall into your trap willingly.

“Why don’t you come back here then, we’ll make our own.” His voice comes out low, his pupils taking over all the brown, pretty white teeth baring themselves at you.

His gaze is predatory when he watches you jump from the stool, the exaggerated sway of your hips keeps his eyes trained on the curve of your waist as you make your way into his space for the first time all night. Leaning against the back counter, his legs are spread wide leaving little to the imagination on how worked up you had him. His eyebrows raise when he sees the automatic press of your thighs at the sight. It wasn’t fair, you were trying to seduce him, not the other way around. He wasn’t even trying.

As if on cue the jukebox that had been left to play all night clicks, Ginuwine’s Pony pouring out of the speakers as he licks his lips unashamed at the way he’s drinking all of you in like this.

“Gonna teach me how to make something sweet, Eddie?” Trailing a finger along the bar while you close the distance, you drag out the ‘e’ at the end of his name just enough to get him to groan.

His hands grab your waist squeezing just hard enough to feel his strength before using it to pull you flush against him. The material of your dress doing nothing to hide how hard he is pressed into your ass. His lips trace the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath tickling your neck as you push back into him searching for more. The stubble on his face rubs rough against the soft skin of your cheek as he punctuates each word with a roll of his hips.

“The sweetest, baby.” 

You bite back your moan when his nose trails up your neck, his lips just barely grazing the warmth of your flesh before they settle back against your ear. You hold onto the wood of the bar in front of you when he hums low, feeling it deep in your core. His calloused fingers start a path up the bare skin of your thigh hiking up your dress when they catch the hem.

“Tell me,” your eyes close when his nose is pressed to your temple as he speaks, “Do you like cherries, baby?” His tongue catches your earlobe sucking it into his mouth, grazing it between his teeth when he lets it back out.

Your knees almost buckle at how good everything feels, the slow rock of his hips never stopping as he plucks at the lace trim of your underwear. 

“Y- yeah, I love cherries,” you whimper when his palms lay flat on the outside of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin when he squeezes at the fat working his way back up.

“Of course you do, pretty.” His thumbs hook the sides of your underwear, “You’re just so sweet all the time, huh?” Despite the need for friction, you spread your legs for him wondering if he can hear the way your lips pull apart sticky, arousal coating the inside of your thighs.

He chuckles soft in your ear praising you with a ‘so sweet’ before giving them a tug, letting the red lace fall to the floor. Keeping his hands on your hips, he presses himself against you hard enough to have the heels of your sneakers pick up off the ground. A low ‘fuck’ slipping out from under his breath when you whine a little.

“Red lace? Was Kurt gonna get lucky or was this just a ploy to get me all along, sweetheart?” Your cheeks burn at his question, his low chuckle tickling your ear when he hears you huff out an annoyed breath. “‘Cause if that’s the case all you would’ve had to do is walk through that door on any given night.”

He grinds himself against you one more time, but you can really feel him this time and it makes your legs shake.

“Are we gonna make this drink or do you wanna keep talking about Craig?”  The shake of your voice doesn’t go unnoticed despite trying to be sharp with him but the grip on your waist still tightens at the mention of the other man’s name

“Sure we can, if that’s really what you wanna do.” His words taunt you but with one hand holding you against him the other flips a clean cocktail glass onto the bar top with ease, like he wasn’t rock hard digging into your back.

Reaching around, his hand trails up the front of your thigh sending goosebumps across your heated skin. A shiver runs down your spine when he dares to dip between your legs inching his way towards where you want him most.

“We better not mix liquors so why don’t you be a good girl and grab the whiskey for me.” His lips brush against your ear with every word, his hand never faltering on their path even when his fingertips meet your slick folds. Feather light, he traces along your slit, not daring to break the barrier yet. Brain hazy with want you don’t even comprehend what bottle you reach for, blindly grabbing for whatever was in front of you.

“That is tequila, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk, tsk are you even listening to what I’m saying? Or are you too…” Before he finishes his sentence he pushes his index finger past your entrance, your warm walls wrapping tight around his digit, “…distracted?”

Your head lulls back against his chest, your eyes closing when he pushes two knuckles deeper. Your needy whimper makes him kick up again making you grind your ass against him in response. Licking your lips, you try to collect yourself only chasing for more of his finger once. 

“N-no, I can do it.”  Determined to prove him wrong, you focus just long enough to grab the Jameson bottle, “What’s next?”

He hums in approval while his smile grows against your skin. Deciding to indulge in your stubborn game still, he curves his finger enough just to make you gasp his name.

“Are we keeping this simple, or do you want something a little more—” Adding a second finger, you stretch easily for him now, dripping down his hand, “Complicated?” 

You shudder, a moan slipping past your lips while your grip on the bottle tightens so much you're scared it’ll shatter. Fuck, you gotta keep it …

“S- simple - oh.” His thumb finds your clit applying just enough pressure to have your mouth fall open and your brows to knit together, and just as quick as he’s there, he’s gone. 

Pulling himself free, he tries his best to ignore the way your pussy tries to suck him back in, your body begging him for more. You whimper at the loss, your eyes opening to remind you where you are.

“I’m gonna need both hands to do this, baby.” His fingers shine with your slick when he wiggles them for show, stepping back just enough for you to see the grin on his face but not enough to get out of your personal space. 

Grabbing his wrist, his eyes go dark when he realizes what you’re about to do. Gaze turning half lidded when your mouth opens, huffing out a deep breath when your tongue flattens against the pads of the two fingers that were just buried inside of you. Wrapping your lips around them, your arousal is tangy sweet hitting your taste buds.

Hollowing your cheeks as you suck them clean, you watch the confidence drain from his face, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sight. The blunt ends of his nails dig through the soft material of your dress and he starts rutting into you with a little more force when you slide your tongue between each knuckle.

“Jesus christ,” his voice is strangled, words coming out through gritted teeth when you let him go with a loud pop.

“Now you can use both hands,” you say innocently, like you didn’t just suck them clean. You let his fingers tug at your bottom lip before dropping his wrist.

He fists a handful of your dress, a low growl rumbling from his chest getting a taste of his own medicine. Licking his lips, his eyes narrow at you before his teeth start to show, mischievous in the low light.

“Well if we want this drink cold, we need to fill this shaker with ice.” Just like the glass, he flips it on the counter one hand never leaving your waist despite his claim. 

Pressing his lips to your ear again, he makes sure to let his breath linger a little before he talks, enjoying the goosebumps that appear from such a simple touch.

“Fill it up for me, baby?” Your thighs clench at the deep rasp in his voice, both of his hands finding a home spread out on your thighs.

Nodding your head you slide open the silver metal door of the ice chest below you, bending over more than you needed to to scoop it up into the shaker. He groans loud when you press into him like this, his fingers making quick work to flip the back of your dress up. 

“Look at you, so fucking messy for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Grabbing a handful of your ass, he ruts into you, the rough denim hitting your clit in a way that has you moaning his name.

He laughs quietly at your neediness flipping your dress back down when you straighten out. Chests heaving in time with the other, neither one of you was ready to back down. Not yet.

“Might need to unzip those pants.” Looking over your shoulder at him you fake a pout, “Feeling a little strained back there handsome.”

Smugness dripping from the smile on your face, he raises his eyebrows at you in a challenge. 

“Since you wanted something simple sweetheart, we just need two more things.” One hand snakes its way back between your legs, squeezing at the inside of your thigh before he lets you go for the first time since you set foot behind the bar.

Craning your neck so you could follow him, you find him bent down grabbing lemon juice from the mini fridge under the shorter back counter. Shutting the door with his foot when he stands up, he throws a wink your way when he grabs the simple syrup.

Setting the bottles in front of you he steals a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more before he grabs the small tub of cherries from the fridge he forgot his first go around.

“Okay, so you’re gonna grab the Jameson, and I want you to pour it out to the count of three for me then cut it off.” He returns to his place behind you, his large hand swallowing yours when it shadows your movements.

Your pour is shaky when he counts low in your ear, nuzzling his nose in your hair calling you a good girl after each successful addition to the simple concoction.

“Alright, now you’re gonna shake it as hard as you can angel.” His hands squeeze your hips for encouragement.

Doing as he says he pulls you against him even harder when your arms start to go wild. Your chest bounces with each movement making you giggle and you almost don’t hear the hitch in his breath at the sight. 

He helps you by putting the strainer over the rim of the glass when you’re ready to pour. Mumbling soft words of praise while he nibbles at your ear lobe. The drink is much lighter than the one you had all night, the dark orange turning lemon as the white foam fizzed on top.

“I think I could take your job.” You smirk reaching for the cherries to top it all off. 

“You think you could take my job?” He snorts incredulous, watching you unwrap the plastic wrap from the small tub dropping three cherries into the already very sweet cocktail.

“Absolutely.” Grinning while ignoring his stare you reach for another cherry, “No doubt in my mind.” You grab the fruit between your teeth, finally meeting his eyes as you pull the stem, relishing in the burst of sugar and grenadine that erupts against your tongue.

“Tough luck princess, unless you know how to tie that cherry stem in a knot with your teeth, no bar in this town is gonna touch you.” Grabbing his own cherry, he dangles it in front of your frowning mouth for you to bite. Obliging him with it bumps your bottom lip you tug gently, taking the fruit before chewing slowly while he sucks the stem once before it disappears in his mouth.

“I’m calling your bluff now. No one knows how to actually do that.” Daring him to prove you wrong he mutters a ‘watch me’ between his working teeth.

You don’t lose focus on the way his hand on your waist starts to wander, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the fat of your thigh while his tongue ties the stem like it’s easy. Jaw flexing with each twist of his tongue before he pushes it out to show you, a pleased look on his face when the small knot in the middle comes out perfectly placed. 

Swiping it off his tongue with the fingers that were inside you minutes ago, you wonder if he can still taste you when he sets it next to your drink satisfied by the way your jaw drops.

“How do you think I got this job? I’m more than just a cute face.” The touch of his hands grows bolder when they start working their way up your dress, a thickness in the air that wasn’t there before filling your lungs.

“That’s quite the skill set you have there Mr. Munson,” your giggle is breathless, your eyes going from his down to his lips as you try to play it off.  

“I can do more than that with my tongue sweetheart, if you wanna find out.” His nose nudges against yours, the smirk on his face making you sweat when his fingers trace up your wet folds again.

Surrendering instantly, you forget all about the drink the two of you made nodding without hesitation the desperation for him all night finally taking over.

“Yeah?” His voice breaks when his thick fingers push into your entrance again feeling just how worked up all his teasing had you.

“Please - Eddie,” the pad of his thumb finds your clit again making you beg, “Fuck.”

“Asking me so sweet, how could I say no to you?” Murmuring against your lips, he finally gives in and kisses you. Wet and sloppy he only does it long enough to take your breath away before dropping to his knees.

His big hands on your hips angle you to face forward, flipping your dress up over your ass again. The air of the bar is still hot against your folds, arousal dripping down your thighs, you’re fully exposed to him now. You hear him suck the skin of his teeth at the sight, a ringed hand coming down just hard enough on your right cheek to make it jiggle before both hands palm the fat.

“I can’t believe you were gonna let anybody else but me have this pussy. Should be a punishable offense.” Pulling your cheeks apart to expose more of you to his hungry eyes, he pushes at the small of your back signaling for you to bend over more for him.

He moans loud enough to make you jump when you listen to his command, even you can hear the sound of your lips pulling apart for him. 

“All this for me, baby, fuck, you spoil me.” He wastes no time burying his face between your folds, his talented tongue collecting your juices before finding your clit. The rough hair on his chin rubbing your sensitive skin raw as he shakes his head from side to side. 

Squeezing your ass to pull you closer to his face when you try to run away, he sucks your bundle of nerves harder when he gets you back to where he wants you, dipping his nose into your entrance every time.

He does the motions he would do when he ties the cherry stem into a knot against your clit, a strangled moan ripping from your throat when he does it again.

Your hands find purchase on the top of the bar, eyes closed tight while you see white behind your lids. Your nails dig into the wood when his tongue flattens, the lewd squelching of your arousal filling your ears when he pushes his face so deep between your legs you aren’t sure if he can even breathe. The moan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates to your core tells you he doesn’t care. Wrapping his lips tight around your clit he sucks even harder, not caring when your legs start to shake from overstimulation. 

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna - fuck!” His name comes out long and drawn out when you fall apart on his tongue. Relentless, his teasing never stops, his hands holding you up while your body starts to shake. Humming low in satisfaction against your cunt.

“I n- need, I need…” willing your eyes to open, your vision’s blurry from how hard he made you cum. Pulling away with a loud smack of his lips, he palms your ass cheeks before craning his neck to try and get a good look at you.

“What do you need, baby?” He nips at the curve of your right cheek before pressing his face to it, dazed from getting what he’s wanted all night completely content.

“I just, I just need you to fuck me,” you don’t recognize the choke in your voice when you whine for him. Whine for more.

“Jesus christ.” His words tickle against your skin when he groans, kneading the soft flesh of your ass one more time before standing up. 

His hands are on your hips before you can fully register the change in position, spinning you around and lifting you up he sets you on top of the counter behind the bar. The one where drinks aren’t served and the one that’s low enough for Eddie to slot himself perfectly between your legs. 

Eyes blown black while his beard and nose ring shine with your slick, his lips part - swollen and pink from pulling your first orgasm out of you. Bangs clinging to his forehead, his hair is a wild mess on top of his head from your hands. The confident air about him is gone, replaced with nothing but the need to have you. Snapping out of your daze, you’re quick to find the metal of his belt buckle.

His forehead presses to yours, while he watches the way your dainty fingers work the leather out through the loop. The white tips of your nails catch his eye when you undo the button of his jeans and his cock twitches at the thought of them pumping him for all he’s worth.

He hisses when you push the denim down his hips, his hard dick springing out to smack against his shirt that you immediately wish wasn’t there. Precum leaks from the angry looking pink tip while your hands fist the hem of the worn cotton, silently begging him to get rid of it. The big vein that follows the curve of his length makes your mouth water as he obliges your pleas, ripping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere you’d have to find later. 

You’re able to really take all of him in like this, his chest is heaving covered with just as many tattoos as the rest of him, the silver chain you’d peeped earlier hanging right in the dip between his pecs. Your eyes follow the dark patch of hair that leads to his cock, long with the kind of girth that you know is going to be a stretch, a strangled whine bubbles out of you at the sight while your thighs spread begging for him.

“God, I want you so bad,” you whine wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer giving into your animalistic instincts. 

“I know baby, me fuckin’ too.” He pumps his cock a few times groaning loud, squeezing hard at the base before pressing the head between your dripping lips. Mesmerized at how they wrap around his tip, his precum mixes messy with your arousal making lewd noises as he sweeps it through your folds.

Body shaking every time he hits your clit, you finally hook your ankles growing impatient when he teases your entrance.

“Fuck. Me.” You get out through gritted teeth, the lopsided grin he’d been giving you all night turns cocky when he pushes the tip in, your head lulls back at the invasion, the silk of your walls desperate to start sucking him deeper.

“Not so sweet now are you, huh?” Pushing himself all the way in, his rough thatch of pubic hair hits your clit when he bottoms out. His confidence falters for a second when a deep moan rips through his chest at the feeling. “So fuckin’ tight baby - shit.”

Your nails dig half crescent moons into his inked skin while you adjust to his size, his nose skimming against your cheek while he whispers how good you take him when your walls start to milk him, your body letting him know it was okay to finally move.

“Feel so good, Eddie, fuck - so good.” Your hips start a slow rock, feeling every ridge and curve of him. Your dress sits rucked up at your waist giving a perfect view of the way you take him, and it’s even better than what his imagination had come up with all night. 

He lets you use him for a minute, big hands resting on your waist — content with just watching the way you coat his cock with everything you have left over for him from the first time he made you cum. 

“That feels good, huh?” Cooing at the way your brows knit together and your mouth falls open, he picks up the pace, taking control. 

Pulling you all the way to the edge, his strokes get deeper, the tip of him hitting the spot that you know Craig would have never found. He pulls his cock out half way, relishing how your velvet walls try to keep him in place, he holds his composure before pushing back in, filling you to the brim. Addicted to the way it makes you gasp his name and arch your back, your body asks him for more when you’re too cock drunk to get the words out.

The straps of your dress start slipping down your shoulders with every thrust, your breasts bouncing just begging for his attention. His cock twitches inside you, it's almost too much. Greedy for more despite fighting the urge to cum, he tugs the front of your dress down to reveal a matching bra to the panties on the floor. Hips stuttering for a moment he growls at the reminder of your date before tugging the lace down, your nipple pebbling instantly for him before he takes it in the heat of his mouth. 

Pushing yourself closer, needing more, your hands find their way to bury themselves in his curls, holding him close. You needed him close. His tongue flicks at your sensitive bud and it makes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your hips finding a way to match his strokes, reigniting the flames deep in your gut. God, he was gonna make you cum again.

He grunts around your breast, spit dripping down your soft skin from his ministrations while the snap of his hips start to get harsher and you know he’s nearing his end. He lets your nipple go with a loud pop before his hand comes up to grip your chin, his lips finding yours in a frantic mess of teeth and battling tongues.

The wood creaks underneath you from the force of his thrusts and the bounce of your ass to meet them. Mouths tangled, you swallow each other's ragged breaths, both of you desperately searching for your end when his fingers find your clit. Rubbing circles with just enough pressure to have your body start to shake against his, he nips at your bottom lip grunting when he feels the way it makes you flutter around him.

“Come on baby, give me another one. Be my sweet girl again and tell me how good I make you cum.” His fingers slip against your clit, fingers wet from how worked up he had you but his words are enough to have your world stop for a second.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Ed-“ Going blind behind your closed eyes he coaxes your second orgasm out of you with a silent scream falling onto his turned up lips. Proud of his work, his hips start picking up their pace inching closer to his own release he’d been fighting off since going down on you. 

“God, - fuck I’m close - where d-do you-?” Sweat drips down his forehead while he struggles to find his words, his impending orgasm making him short circuit.

“Inside, shit - please, I need it, Eddie.” Still needy and barely coming down, your legs around his waist tighten their hold, locking him in place while you use the last of your strength to help get him there. 

“Whatever you’re doing - holy shit , Jesus - I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” His hips press hard against yours when his cock twitches, spilling warm inside your greedy walls that don’t stop asking him for more. His face hides in your neck, the heat of his breath fanning against your sweat kissed skin while his body shakes with his release.

The roll of your hips never stops, just slowing enough to make him shiver after he starts softening, spent inside of you. You know there’s a mess starting to drip but neither one of you has the energy to move just yet. His lips start leaving small kisses along your neck, nose nudging against the space behind your ear and you can feel his smile against your cheek before he finally lifts his head up. The brown in his eyes return to a warm auburn like before when they meet yours.

“Rick is gonna fucking kill me if he ever finds out what happened on this counter tonight.” Rolling your eyes, you snort at his joke before shoving against his chest.

“You’re telling me you don’t fuck all your cute customers behind the bar, Eddie?” Batting your lashes at him, he squeezes your hips with a smirk. 

“Only, the really, really cute ones. I take them to get pancakes at IHOP around the corner, too.” Something shifts in his eyes and you think for a second you might see self doubt in them for the first time all night, “That is, if they still want to.”

“Well lucky for you, I only let bartender’s from The Foxy Lounge take me out.” Nudging your nose against his, your smile touches his lips.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m the only bartender here right?” Grinning like someone who just won the lottery, he quickly gets rid of the space between you, kissing you like it too.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fan fiction #whatta man #my writing

[cherubfae]

I'm the anon who asked if you write for mammon and adam. I just sent the ask in, but regardless of your reply i was wondering of you could write the hazbin cast +helluva boss cast (the ones you write obviously) with a super sleepy slot like s/o? Like they sleep all the dam time and are still tired as hell, so tired they literally fall to the ground while walking in silence for too much, they sit down for a second and go out cold. They move so slow it's incredible, theyre always super clingy and always hanging on by their shoulder, It's very concerning.

lmao this made me cackle. Here ya go, sweets! Apologies if you wanted something serious, I literally couldn't 😭😭 just had lunch with my mama to celebrate her belated bday and I'm very full

sloth!like partner || hazbin/helluva boss x reader

tags: fluff, comedy, this is probably mostly crack lmao, established relationships

Alastor

Okay but remember him with the Egg Bois? That's essentially him waiting for you to get ready for your date. What feels like an eternity was only roughly thirty seconds. He hopes you haven't fallen asleep in the bathroom.

"Dearest... I could just teleport you to places with my shadow provided I'm somewhere near." He suggests. It takes him a while to get used to any sort of physical contact so he's not crazy about the clinginess and does what he can to establish boundaries if and when he feels comfortable doing so.

Lucifer

Haha! You're so adorable! He actually quite likes having you on his arm, though sometimes not literally. It's comical watching you climb him and then slowly lose your energy halfway to his shoulders and slow-motion crash land towards the ground. Rinse and repeat.

Husk

By now he's quite used to you falling asleep, especially on him. You tucker yourself out so easily, he wonders what tricks Belphegor has up their sleeves lately. Husk loves you for who you are, but he is rather curious if there's anything that can cure or at least lessen your narcoleptic behaviors.

Angel Dust

Constantly cracking jokes and puns. Some of them can come off as a little mean though it's never intended to hurt your feelings. Though, he does know not to make the 'slow-burn romance' jokes every time you guys have a date night.

Vox

He's gotten used to you being constantly sleepy and rather sluggish. He does wonder if you are, in fact, a Hellborn from Sloth instead of a Sinner sometimes or if you drew the short straw. Vox is typically okay if you're constantly sleepy and a bit sluggish, but he is a fast-paced guy and likes all aspects of his life to progress at a decent speed; romance included.

Blitzø

Deadass he's watching you slowly drag yourself face-down along the ground with a soft skrrrr skrrrr along the cement. Honestly he's surprised you made it on Earth as long as you did. This was amusing but the more you, literally, drag on Blitz isn't sure what he should do. He's probably gonna start driving everywhere. Gotta keep pollutin' bb.

Loona

With how often you sleep, Loona isn't sure how you still manage to be so tired all the time. It honestly perplexes her but she's learned to roll with it. If you're moving too slowly for her liking, she'll pick you up and carry you off like royalty-- or if you're small like Millie, Loona is gonna commit you to her backpack transit indefinitely.

Striker

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"Ya'llright, darlin'?" He asked with a raised brow. You just ate shit and aren't currently really doing anything about getting back into the upright position. Striker's tail swishes curiously and he gently prods you with his boot, heaving a sigh when you move.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin imagines #hazbin hotel x you #helluva boss x you #helluva boss imagines #helluva boss x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #vox x reader #blitz x reader #loona x reader #cherubfae 2024

[bellaxgiornata]

Maybe This Time

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Summary: You often work through the night at the Sunny-Side Up Diner just off of I-80, but sometimes during your long shifts your favorite drifter stops in for a meal. Even if nothing has ever actually happened between you two, there's certainly been plenty of flirting. But one morning he stops in before your shift ends and you wonder if maybe this time things will be different.

Warnings/Tags: 18+; smut and soft Frank, need I say more?

Word Count: 7.9k

a/n: This one is long and it got a bit away from me because I just had to add plot, but there's a lot of smut at the end! Normally I'd edit a lot more as well, but hopefully you enjoy my first Frank Castle smut (though certainly not my first time writing smut in the slightest if you know me). Feedback is always appreciated--especially since this is my first smutty Frank one-shot!

Tag List: @heimtathurs @linamarr @mattmurdocksstarlight @thepunisherfrankcastle

Hoisting the clean stack of plates up high, you set them on the shelf in the kitchen, standing on your toes just to reach it. Lowering back down to the flat of your feet, you grabbed a couple of clean glasses you’d just finished washing and drying from off of the countertop and stepped to your left just past the large sink. Rising up onto your toes once again, you neatly placed them on the shelf beside the one with the plates. As you turned to grab another couple of clean glasses to put away, you heard Jimmy calling your name from behind you. Hands hovering over the line of clean cups on the countertop, you looked back over your shoulder at him.

"What's up, Jimmy?" you asked.

"Can you take out the garbage?" he asked, flipping a pancake in the pan. “Before it starts overflowing from the morning crowd? I'd get it but–”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as he gestured his hand at the food he was making on the stovetop. Usually Jimmy tried to take the trash out before the morning rush came along; he knew it was often a bit of a struggle for you trying to toss the heavy bag up into the dumpster out back, but you knew he’d been a bit distracted tonight, too. Maria and him were in another fight and whenever that happened, Jimmy was only ever half-present at the diner.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, wiping your damp hands on your apron. "I got it."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, Jimmy, I can handle it," you assured him.

He focused back on the eggs in the frying pan as you headed over to the garbage bin. With a sigh you began to tie the bag into a knot, cringing when something wet touched the side of your hand. Once the bag was tied, you managed to pull it up and out of the bin, grunting at the effort. Struggling with the bag now in both of your hands, you shuffled your way over to the door just to Jimmy’s right. Pressing your shoulder against it, you pushed it open and stepped out into the early morning, both of your hands hefting the bag of garbage outside with you.

Blissful silence met your ears the moment the door shut with a click behind you. If you hadn’t been toting a very full bag of disgusting garbage to a dumpster right now, you’d have enjoyed the brief break from the noise of the diner. But as you awkwardly shuffled your way over to the dumpster, carrying the garbage in both of your hands, you felt the bag beginning to tear beneath your fingers.

“Come on,” you groaned. “Don’t break open on me. That’s the last thing I need right now.”

Huffing in irritation, you set the bag down, leaning it up against the dumpster. You took a moment to rearrange your grip along it, examining the hole that had torn open from your nails as you did. You didn’t want to hoist the bag up overhead only to be doused in garbage if the hole just tore wider open on you. That was also the last thing you needed.

Bending down, you got a better grip on the bag and were mentally preparing yourself to heft it up and toss it into the dumpster, but before you could even attempt to pick it back up again, you heard a voice call out your name. You froze at the sound, head spinning over your shoulder towards the direction it had come from as your pulse sped up in excitement and recognition.

“You need some help there, darlin’?”

A smile gradually broke wide across your face when your eyes landed on Frank standing there at the corner of the building, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket. He eyed you with a grin on his own face, the sight immediately turning your entire shitty third shift around.

Heart fluttering in your chest, you released your grip on the bag and turned towards him, straightening back up as you took in his appearance. There were no bruises or cuts on his face this time. It also looked like his beard had grown out just a bit more in the past almost week and a half since you'd last seen him. You secretly always liked when he showed up unshaven like this; there were many a night or early morning where your fingers itched just to feel the scratch of that darkened stubble beneath them. Though of course, you never had touched him like that.

But he looked good–not that he didn't always.

Frank was your favorite customer at the Sunny-Side Up Diner. He always came in sporadically at varying hours, but he always came in during your shifts which ran through the night until you finished at seven in the morning. Generally after a few days had passed since his last visit to the diner, you found yourself working through your shifts and always perking up when you heard the bell over the diner door ring. Every time it did, your head darted up at the noise, hoping you'd see Frank making his way towards a table with his eyes searching the diner just for you.

It had been almost six months now of Frank’s random visits to Sunny-Side Up. From the very first time you'd served him breakfast at almost one in the morning–pancakes and scrambled eggs with a side of bacon–Frank had flirted with you. Not quite so bold and openly at first; initially it had been the way his eyes had lingered on you along with the little smiles he sent you. The jokes he’d made just to make you laugh. It had actually been you who had begun to make the more brazen comments to him, enjoying the way his deep brown eyes had lit up each and every time. Soon he’d started calling you pet names–darling or sweetheart. You’d loved it every single time he said it in that deep, rumbling voice of his with the way the corner of his lips would always quirk up in a smile. For months now you’d been dying to know what it would sound like to hear him whisper one of those terms of endearment in your ear.

And that had quickly become the norm between the pair of you. Frank would come into the diner during your shift and you would seat him in the booth that you’d come to associate with him. He’d order one of the handful of things he usually ordered, and then for the duration of his time at the diner, the pair of you would openly flirt with each other until he inevitably finished his meal. He would always generously tip you before making his way across the parking lot towards his van, leaving you to watch it pull out towards the interstate again. And each time he left, you were left wondering if that time was the last time you'd ever see him again.

Admittedly Frank’s last visit to Sunny-Side Up had been a bit more eventful than usual, though. An older man had been dining in on that early morning and he had been frustrating and incredibly rude to you while you'd waited on him. A handful of times Frank had actually paused eating his meal, shooting the man a look that could’ve certainly killed as he repeatedly warned the man to be respectful. But the moment the man had slapped your ass as you'd turn to leave the table, Frank had risen to his feet and latched onto that man's arm so damn fast that you hadn’t even seen it coming. He nearly broke the man's wrist when he forced him to apologize to you.

You'd truly thought that time might have been the time that things would’ve been different. That maybe that time something more than just flirting might finally happen between you both. But no. Frank had lingered for a bit longer than usual after that man had left, making sure you were alright. But as usual, he'd inevitably gotten into his van and headed back on I-80 like every other time he'd stopped at the diner. After that, you had completely lost all hope that you'd ever do anything more than flirt with him.

"I'm good, Frank," you called back, waving a hand at him. "Why don't you grab a seat and I'll be right in to get your order?"

"And leave you out here struggling?" he asked back.

Shaking his head, he began to saunter his way towards you. There was always a sort of confidence to the way Frank walked, you’d noticed; his gait alone had turned you on many times before as you’d watched him make his way through the parking lot to the diner door. And right now was no different as your gaze openly surveyed him with each step.

"Tell you what, sweetheart,” Frank continued, an almost cocky grin on his face. “You let me take care of this for you, and then I'll grab a seat. Alright?"

"Well now I hardly think that's fair," you pointed out, watching as he quickly closed the distance between you both. "You shouldn’t be doing my work for me, Frank."

He came to a stop just in front of you, his deep brown eyes locked on yours. Loosing an amused chuckle, he bent down and grabbed the garbage bag with one hand. Effortlessly he lifted the bag up, tossing it into the dumpster beside the pair of you. His lips soon curled into a smirk, his eyes never having left yours.

"Hardly call that work," he teased. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just means I get more time having you grace me with your presence, darlin’."

You laughed lightly, the usual flood of elation you always had around Frank flooding you once again. Despite how much you’d tried to force yourself to believe nothing more would ever happen between you two, you always fell fast and hard back into your feelings whenever he was right there in front of you. It was impossible to ignore just how bad you wanted him and how much you’d grown to care for your favorite drifter when that handsome smile was on his face and directed at you.

"You know you almost missed me entirely this time," you teased back. "Cutting it real close with the end of my shift, Frank."

His head tilted to the side, his tongue darting out between his lips as he eyed you for a second. You fought the shudder that threatened to race down your spine under the weight of his stare.

"Is that right?" he murmured, the deep rumble of his voice raising goosebumps along your arms. "Glad I didn't get held up any longer then. Would have been a damn shame showin' up here without you brightenin' my day."

"Ever the smooth talker," you replied, nudging his solid arm with your elbow as you stepped past him and towards the kitchen door.

"Just being honest, sweetheart," he called after you.

Biting back the smile on your face, you pulled open the door and stepped back inside the diner. Kim stopped mid-sentence in her conversation with Jimmy the moment the door opened, her eyes shifting towards you. When she saw the look on your face, her own face lit up into something mischievous.

"Your man finally back in?" she asked, gesturing a hand to your face. "That why you're smiling so wide?"

"He's not my man," you corrected her, cheeks burning. "But yeah. He's here."

Making your way over to the sink, you turned on the faucet and began washing your hands. Kim made her way over, bumping her hip into yours as you lathered your hands with soap. Glancing over at her, you shot her a questioning brow.

“When are you going to actually do something about him always coming in here for you?” she asked.

“I don’t think he wants me to do anything about it,” you replied, rinsing your hands under the faucet. “It’s been how many months of constant flirting. He’s never done anything more than that. And he’s not here for me, he’s here for the food.”

“Nearly broke that asshole's arm the other week for you,” Jimmy called out from beside the stove.

“Okay,” you agreed, grabbing a nearby towel and drying your hands along it. “But that guy was an asshole and he had it coming. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“He only ever comes in during your shift,” Kim pointed out. “He’s never come in during mine. Only times I’ve seen him here is when you’re working. But,” she continued, that mischievous glint returning to her eyes, “I can always play matchmaker.”

Removing your hand from the towel you’d been drying it on, you pointed a firm finger at Kim. She cocked an eyebrow in a challenge at you in return.

“Don’t go making things weird,” you warned her. “I have no idea what the hell is or isn’t going on between us, but I don’t want you scaring him off before I ever have a chance to find out.”

You hung the towel back up on the hook on the wall before turning, heading towards the door that led out to the diner. From behind you, you heard Kim calling out after you.

“Better make a move before I do then!”

You flipped her off as you made your way out of the kitchen, the sound of her laughter following after you. Though the moment you spotted Frank sitting in his usual booth, you lowered your hand back to your side and hesitated. He’d turned towards you a bit in the seat the moment his eyes caught yours, his teeth biting at his bottom lip as that sexy smile of his pulled the corners of his mouth upwards. It took you a few seconds to manage to stop staring at him, blinking rapidly a few times as your feet finally carried you over towards his booth. Frank’s grin only seemed to spread wider, having noticed you staring at him. That had your face burning as you approached him.

“What can I get you this time, Frank?” you asked when you reached his table.

He leaned back in the booth, his thumbnail slipping between his teeth as he grinned back at you. Eyes dropping down to those lips of his, you felt something stirring within you. What would that mouth feel like on yours? Trailing kisses down your neck? Making their way towards the place that was currently aching for him as he sat there?

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you did your best to focus back on his eyes. You needed to stop thinking about that. At least until your shift finished and you could go home and deal with that growing heat between your thighs.

“Besides your company?” he asked, one dark brow rising up onto his forehead. “How ‘bout a stack of pancakes and a side of bacon.”

“Always with the pancakes,” you teased.

“What can I say?” he replied, shooting you a wink. “I like what I like.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that slipped across your lips at his words–and goddamn was he always good with them.

“I’ll go put in the order,” you told him. Gesturing your hand at his empty coffee mug you asked, “You want me to fill that?”

He nodded once, his eyes never leaving you. “Yes ma’am,” he answered. “Been a long night, I could certainly use some.”

“I’ll get right on that,” you told him, turning back towards the kitchen.

You managed to take one step before you heard Frank behind you. At the sound of one of those pet names of his for you coming out in that near purr of a voice of his, you nearly died on the spot.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

That voice of his did something to you every damn time he came in here.

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Eyes focused on your feet, you headed over towards your car, entirely aware of Frank’s presence just at your side. He was admittedly impossible to ignore to begin with, but with the way he was walking so close to you, his hand kept occasionally brushing against yours. It had become an actual struggle for you to refrain from trying to just grab it each time it did.

“First time you’ve walked me to my car,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Well usually you’re still workin’ when I leave,” he pointed out. “Otherwise I would’ve. Gladly.”

His hand bumped up against yours again and your eyes briefly closed, that urge to just grab it washing over you again. Exhaling a breath, you opened your eyes and saw that you were just beside your car. Coming to a stop, Frank came to one with you.

“This is me,” you said lamely, gesturing a hand at the car.

He nodded back at you, his hands returning to the pockets of his coat. Another little silence fell between the pair of you and you awkwardly hugged your arms over your chest. Did you just say goodbye now? Except Frank hadn’t made an attempt to leave. Instead, his eyes narrowed at you as his brows pinched together in what looked like thought. Nerves began to shake loose in your stomach, causing it to knot together. Normally Frank wasn’t so quiet and pensive around you.

“Can I tell you somethin’?” he asked suddenly.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat in your chest at his question. “Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “Of course.”

Frank ducked his head, shuffling his boots along the pavement. He almost looked nervous right now which only made you more curious.

“I knew you were finishing your shift soon when I showed up,” he admitted. “Truth is, I came here hoping you’d…maybe want to grab a cup of coffee somewhere afterwards?”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise at his question. You had not been expecting it despite the months of flirting. Frank glanced back up at you, his head still partially ducked down as something almost timid and nervous overtook his expression. You’d never seen him quite like this.

And did he really just ask you out?

Before you even had a just to respond he pulled a face, shaking his head. A frown settled on your lips, your brows partially drawing together in confusion at the abrupt shift in his mood.

“You know what? Nevermind, I shouldn’t have asked,” he said quickly, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m sure you’re tired and don’t want to grab coffee with some–some strange guy that shows up every few days at your diner.”

“Or you could come have coffee at my place,” you blurted.

Frank stiffened in front of you, his eyes landing back on yours. He stood there staring at you for such a long time that you’d almost backpedaled the offer, thinking you’d gone too far. Should you not have offered that? Was that not what he wanted?

“Yeah?” he asked curiously, his brows briefly drawing together.

Nodding quickly, you hummed out an affirmative. “Yeah,” you answered. “You uh, you can just follow my car?” You gestured a hand down the road. “I’m in a duplex just a few streets over. It’s–it’s not far. If you want, I mean. You certainly don’t–”

“I’d like that,” he said, cutting you off.

“Okay,” you breathed out, nervous excitement coursing through you. Gesturing your thumb at your car you said, “I’ll just…lead the way?”

The grin slowly returned to Frank’s face as he nodded his head once. “Lead the way, darlin’,” he said.

Mouth suddenly feeling dry, you made your way over to the driver’s side of your car. As you began to get in, you could hear Frank opening the door to his van nearby. Another wash of nerves shot through you. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Frank was actually coming over to your place. And you were pretty certain he was coming over for the same reason you’d invited him, which only had you feeling even more nervous. It had been months of you wondering if this time would either be the last time you saw him, or the time something more happened.

Apparently today was the day something more happened.

Starting up your car, you waited for Frank to start up his van before you’d finally pulled out of the diner’s lot. The drive back to your place was short, just as you’d told him it would be. It had taken only a few minutes for the both of you to get there, and by the time you were trying to unlock your front door with Frank just at your back, your hands were already shaking.

Opening the door, you stepped inside and quickly surveyed the state of your place. The blanket was neatly folded on the back of your couch, your books mostly picked up and put away on the bookshelves. Thankfully your place wasn’t in disarray and you were grateful for having recently done the dishes so your sink wasn’t currently piled embarrassingly high.

“So this is your place, huh?” Frank asked, stepping inside.

Closing the front door after him, you glanced over to where he had stopped. He was standing in your living room, scanning the framed photos on the wall with a smile on his face. It was in that moment that the reality of the situation was beginning to really settle in on you with the sight of him standing here in your space. You’d only ever seen him in the diner before.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, slipping your shoes off your aching feet. “It’s nothing extravagant. Don’t really make that much being a waitress, after all.”

Frank’s attention shifted from the photos, his eyes scanning the living room and what he could see of the kitchen with an approving nod. “I like it,” he said, glancing back at you with a smile. “Suits you.”

“Thanks,” you muttered. Clearing your throat, you gestured a hand towards the kitchen. “Do you, uh, want me to get a pot of coffee brewing?”

“If you’d like,” he replied.

You nodded, your hands fidgeting together as you took a step towards the kitchen, but you stopped a second later, hesitating. Looking back over your shoulder at his curious face, you nervously chewed your lip.

“Sorry, I–I don’t usually do this,” you confessed.

“Neither do I,” Frank told you.

You laughed nervously, eyes dropping down to the worn and faded wood floor of your living room. Soon Frank’s black boots came into your line of sight, your eyes immediately drawn towards them. And then you felt Frank’s fingers lightly gripping your chin, tilting your face back up towards his. You nearly stopped breathing when your eyes met his.

“Can I tell you somethin’ else?” Frank asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed back.

His eyes searched back and forth between yours for a moment, his fingers still gently gripping your chin. Your breath was starting to come in faster the longer he remained touching you, your own gaze dropping down towards his lips. They were currently pressed together as if he was struggling to just say what he wanted to.

"I only ever stop into that diner for you," Frank finally admitted. "Sometimes I–I even go outta my way just to stop in and see you."

A soft, surprised gasp fell out of you in response. You'd always assumed he came for the food and because he was often on the interstate nearby. You figured the flirting was just something he did because he was there and you returned it. You'd had no idea you were the only reason he kept showing up for months on end.

“Never thought you’d want something more,” Frank continued. “With me, I mean. Always figured you probably had someone.”

“I don’t,” you breathed out instantly, shaking your head.

The corner of his lip briefly twitched upwards. Readjusting his grip on your chin, you felt the calloused pad of his thumb brush your bottom lip. Almost immediately you took a step towards him, breath still coming in faster. The way he was just staring at you had you feeling lightheaded.

“You sure ‘bout this?” he asked, thumb sliding across your bottom lip. “We don’t have to.”

“I’ve barely thought about anything else for months,” you whispered.

The muscles jumped along his cheeks at your admission, his thumb pausing its movement across your bottom lip. Something like surprise glinted back at you in his eyes for just a brief second. But then his fingers released your chin, his large hand instead cupping your cheek and tilting your face further towards his as he stepped into you, closing the remaining space between your bodies. You could feel the heat of him warming up the front of you, the edge of his jacket brushing against your stomach.

Nervously your hands rose from your sides, landing on his firm chest just over that thick jacket of his. Your gaze held his, noticing the way the corners of his eyes twitched ever so slightly at your touch. A sharp exhale fell out of him next, his nostrils flaring, and your hands soon balled into fists against his chest. The anticipation of what happened next was killing you right now.

Almost as if in slow motion, you watched his focus gradually shift down towards your lips. Your heart was racing as if you’d run a marathon, pounding erratically in your chest as you silently begged him to just kiss you. Slowly, Frank finally leaned forward towards you and your eyes fluttered shut. The moment his lips touched yours, you melted into him.

The kiss was gentle and hesitant; you could feel the way Frank was holding back. And his lips–fuck, his lips–they were as soft and warm as you’d always imagined. He tasted sweet like the syrup and pancakes he’d just been eating at the diner. But he pulled away from you far too soon.

Eyes flying back open, you saw Frank’s face just inches from yours. His eyes were on you, searching your face as if he was looking for further permission. Knowing that he wanted this, too, that last bit of nerves quickly faded from you. Hands sliding their way up his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him straight into you, pressing yourself to the front of him before you connected your mouths again. This time, Frank wasn’t so hesitant.

His tongue sensually slid along the length of your lower lip, warm and wet. You moaned at the feel of it, unable to fight the sound down. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, languidly lapping against yours. A burst of pleasure raced through you, your hands sliding up the back of his neck, fingers desperately trying to grasp at his short hair.

As he kissed you, his tongue still taking its time exploring your mouth, his hand made its way to cradle the back of your head as he held you more firmly to him. You were struggling to breathe with the assault he had on your mouth, your nails lightly scratching along his scalp as your thighs pressed together in search of friction. That warm, wet heat was building between them the longer he kissed you like this.

And you needed more.

Reluctantly breaking away from his mouth, you were nearly gasping for air. Frank’s chest heaved as he glanced down at you questioningly, his own breath coming in hard and fast. Wordlessly you unwrapped your arms from his neck, one of your hands undoing the zipper of his jacket. Then you reached up, pushing the coat from off of him as he stood there, watching you.

You threw his jacket across the room towards your couch, and when you glanced back up to meet his eyes again, that questioning look had vanished from them. Reaching down, your hand clasped onto one of his large ones before you turned, heading through your living room and down the hall towards your bedroom. Frank willingly and silently followed after you.

When you’d led him to your bedroom, you released his hand and took a few steps backwards from him. Frank stood there, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched you slip out of your jacket before tossing it onto the floor. You grabbed the hem of your shirt afterwards, pulling it up and over your head before discarding it on the floor beside your jacket, your eyes still locked on Frank’s. Silently, his own hands grabbed the hem of his black long sleeve shirt, effortlessly pulling it up and removing it in one swift motion before he tossed it aside.

As he began to kick off his boots, each one landing with a gentle thud along your floor, your eyes traveled across the expanse of his muscled torso. He was thicker and more defined than your imagination had ever pictured him being. Undoing the button of your jeans, your tongue ran along the back of your teeth as you itched to touch all of his bare skin. Sliding your jeans down your legs, Frank began to unbuckle his belt, the clink of metal causing your jaw to tighten.

Undoing your bra next, you watched as Frank’s eyes dropped down to your breasts the moment they were no longer covered, his fingers unzipping his jeans before he pushed them down his own legs. Breath coming in shallow, you could feel that dampness in your underwear before you even reached down to remove them. The pair of you had barely done more than kiss, yet you were completely aroused. You wanted him. And judging by the large bulge in his dark boxers, he felt the same.

You couldn’t help but to stare when he’d slipped his boxers from off of himself, either. Bottom lip rolling between your teeth, a soft whine left you at the sight of him. He was so thick and long, your cunt throbbed in desperation at the sight. Taking a step forward, your eyes still focused on his erect cock, you had every intention of falling to your knees and taking him into your mouth, but Frank’s voice broke the silence.

“On the bed, sweetheart,” he ordered.

Eyes rising up to his face, you stopped mid-step. There was a grin on his lips as he gestured his head towards your bed.

“Go on,” he urged. “You been takin’ care of me all these months. ‘Bout time I repay the favor.”

Legs trembling slightly at the prospect of what he meant by that, you turned and made your way over to your bed. Climbing up onto it, you made your way towards the top of it before you turned back around. Frank was already kneeling just behind you on the mattress, watching as you laid down along it. His large hands landed on your thighs, sensually dragging their way up the length of them. Goosebumps rippled across your skin at the touch of his warm, rough hands on you, the heat of them lingering long after he’d touched you.

“Gonna take real good care of you, sweetheart,” Frank murmured.

A ripple of excitement shot through you at his words as he lowered down to the bed before you, his eyes locked on yours. One of his large hands slipped underneath your left knee, raising your leg from the bed just a bit. A second later Frank’s face turned and he began trailing open-mouthed kisses up the length of your inner thigh. It felt so damn good that you couldn’t resist the resulting moan that slipped out between your lips as you watched him. His other hand slid over your stomach, holding you to the bed when your hips began to buck the higher up his mouth went.

Lowering your leg back to the bed, he turned his attention to your other thigh. Your hips struggled beneath his strong arm that was holding you still as he began to trail those same delicious open-mouthed kisses up the length of that thigh next. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, curling them into your fists when he finally reached your cunt. The tip of his tongue just ever so lightly grazed the length of you and you lost it.

“Fuck, Frank,” you whined, voice so high and needy you didn’t even recognize it.

Frank chuckled, his hot breath washing over your aching cunt as he did. You squirmed along the bed at the feel of it, your eyes snapping shut as an overwhelming need for him took over you.

“We’re gettin’ to that, sweetheart,” he teased. “Just gimme a minute.”

You felt one of his fingers slip between your dampened folds, his hot breath still washing over you as he gradually ran his fingertip back and forth through your slick. Eyes opening, you focused on him between your thighs. He looked content positioned there, naked and relaxed as he began to tease your entrance with his finger. You sucked in a sharp breath the moment the tip of it dipped inside of you, the sound drawing his eyes up to your face. He smiled back at you, gradually plunging the entire digit into your cunt as he did. You groaned out, head dropping back onto the pillow behind you.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice sending a shudder through you. “Just like that. Already so wet for me.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

He slowly fucked you with his middle finger, his eyes on you for a few moments as he watched you pant and gasp above him. But after a few pumps of his finger into you, he gradually lowered his mouth to your clit and began gently circling the tip of his tongue along the sensitive bud. A jolt of pleasure raced up your spine the second his tongue touched you and your back arched along the bed. His arm was still slung low over your stomach, keeping you firmly pressed to the bed and allowing him to continue the delicate ministrations of his tongue. Though the moment he slipped another of his thick fingers inside of you, picking up the pace of them as they continued to pump in and out over and over, you cried out. Everything he was doing felt so fucking good that you could already feel your climax nearing. Releasing your hold on the bedsheets, one of your hands flew to the longer dark hairs on the top of his head, gripping a handful of it in your fist.

“Thatta girl,” Frank murmured against you, his lips brushing your clit as he spoke. “I got you. Go on.”

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. “So close, Frank.”

“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured.

Clamping your eyes shut tighter, you felt that crest of your climax about to wash over you. His fucking voice saying things like that in that husky tone of his, while his fingers were deliciously curling deep inside of you with each and every thrust, was about to send you straight over the edge. And when he’d returned his mouth to you, he’d begun to suck your clit into those plump lips of his so perfectly that your eyes rolled back behind your closed lids, the rough scratch of his stubble against your skin pushing you closer to your peak.

“Oh, fuck, Frank–yes,” you breathed out.

Hand fisting his dark hair tighter in your grip, your head rolled back along the pillow. You felt that knot in your gut about to loosen as your back steadily arched off of the bed, breath coming in harder. When he abruptly thrust those two thick fingers of his inside of you so sharply he hit that spot deep inside of you just right, you cried his name out through your bedroom. A warm wash of pleasure flooded your body as Frank continued to work you through your release, his fingers still pumping into you while his mouth continued to eagerly suck your fast-becoming overly sensitive clit.

It was a moment before his lips released you, your body feeling weightless as you sunk into the mattress. Frank gradually slipped his fingers out from inside of you with a soft, wet sound. Your eyes shot open a second later when you felt his tongue lapping up everything that had spilled out of you. A pleased hum vibrated in your throat as you watched him between your thighs, your hand loosening its grip on his hair as you carded your fingers through the short strands.

Eventually he pulled away from you, sitting back on the bed as his tongue ran along his lips. You could see them glistening from your slick in the morning light sneaking in through your closed blinds. Inevitably your eyes dropped down to his still erect cock as he sat between your damp thighs; the tip of it was wet with pre-cum. Your cunt clenched at the sight, desperate to feel him inside of you already.

Pushing yourself upright on the bed, unable to wait any longer, you rose up onto your knees. Frank chuckled when your hands landed on his shoulders and gently pushed him towards the mattress. You grinned at the warm sound but were pleased when he allowed you to push him down to the bed on his back.

“Someone’s eager,” Frank muttered.

“Mmm, someone made me wait almost six months for this,” you replied, throwing a leg over his hips as you straddled his waist. “And now I’m tired of waiting. Aren’t you?”

Frank’s teeth clamped down on his lip, both of his hands landing on your hips as he gave them a squeeze. His eyes were on yours, a warm glint in them that had your heart stuttering at the sight.

“S’pose it has been that long, huh?” he mused, his head playfully cocking to the side. “Want me to grab a condom first, though, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, eyes still on his. “Not unless you want to,” you answered. “I’m on the pill. Haven’t been with anyone in a bit, either,” you admitted.

“Neither have I,” Frank told you.

You gripped the hard length of him, your hand stroking up and down him once while reveling at the soft hiss of pleasure he emitted when you did. Humming out a pleased noise yourself, you lined him up with your entrance and very slowly sunk down onto him. But he was so thick that your eyes immediately snapped shut and both of your hands flew forward, landing on his chest with your nails biting into his skin. You’d just barely managed to get the head of him inside of you before you’d needed to pause, giving your cunt a moment to adjust to the pleasant stretch of him filling you. You weren’t sure if he was just that big or if it had just been that long since you’d last been with someone.

Frank’s hands slipped around to your back, both of his large, warm palms gliding up and down your bare skin. The hairs along your forearms rose at the sensation and the tenderness of his touch.

“Take your time,” he urged. “Feels so goddamn good already, sweetheart.”

Something like a moan vibrated in your throat at his praise, your eyelids fluttering open. Frank was gazing up at you from the bed, a warmth in his eyes again. His hands were still running soothingly along your back, steadily drawing more goosebumps along your skin with each pass.

Slowly, you sunk just a bit further down on his cock, your gaze holding his. A soft gasp fell out of you as you continued to lower onto him until the entirety of Frank was sheathed inside of you. Nails still biting into his chest, you couldn’t fight the pleased groan rolling up and out of your mouth at the feel of him so wholly filling you. You swore you could almost feel him up to your ribcage even though you knew that wasn’t logical.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he murmured, pulling you down towards him with the hands he had on your back. “That’s my girl.”

A faint whine slipped from your lips just before Frank connected his mouth to yours. Your mind quickly grew blank as your lips met his over and over. It wasn’t until your cunt tightened in need that you remembered he was still inside of you. Gradually rolling your hips back until only the tip of him was inside of you, you carefully thrust your hips forward again until he’d once again filled you. A pleasant sting shot its way up your spine and you broke away from his mouth, crying out at the unexpected jolt of pleasure when he hit just the right spot. Frank’s fingers roughly dug into your back, his blunt nails scratching along the expanse of it as he urged you on. Obliging his silent request, you began to move your hips.

At first your pace started slow as you adjusted to the position and the stretch of him inside of you. Though it wasn’t long before your pace began to speed up, Frank’s grunts beneath you reaching your ears and further encouraging your movements. Soon his own hips began to eagerly fuck up into you, matching your pace as you continued to sensually rock into him repeatedly.

Frank’s mouth was at your ear, his tongue swirling around your earlobe as your breasts pressed into his chest. Your fingers were digging into his broad, muscular shoulders as you tried to keep yourself steady while you continued to ride him on your bed, your breath becoming loud and sharp as it mingled with his in the bedroom. When Frank’s mouth lowered to the pulse point on your neck, sucking a patch of skin into his mouth and running his tongue along it, your cunt tightened around his cock as your hips jerked against his.

“Frank,” you moaned. “So good. Feels so good.”

One of his large hands made its slow descent all the way towards your ass, his fingertips dragging down the length of your spine as they went. He palmed your ass roughly when he reached it, a whimper slipping out of you. Soon after he was gipping it firmly and using it to guide your hips a bit faster as he continued to thrust himself up into you. With the way both of your hips were moving now, Frank’s cock continually hit that delicious spot inside of you that repeatedly sent a shockwave of pleasure racing up your spine every single time he bottomed out inside of you. You were so close to cumming again that your mouth lowered to his left pectoral and your teeth clamped down on it, not a single other thought in your mind but how close you were to your release.

“Yeah, there you go, sweetheart,” Frank breathed out beside your ear, his voice strained as he spoke. “Let go for me again. That’s it. Just like that.”

You whined at the sound of his soothing voice beside your ear, your cunt tightening around his cock. With his heavy grunts and panting breaths filling your bedroom, his hard body flush to the front of yours, and his cock continually barreling right on into you, you inevitably hit your peak once more. Teeth releasing the bit of muscle you’d bit along his chest, your head rolled back over your shoulders as a long moan loosed itself from inside of you.

The sound of it only caused Frank’s hand to grip your ass even more firmly, his other arm wrapping around your back like a vice as he held you to himself. And then he began roughly thrusting up into you, loud grunts further filling your bedroom as he chased after his own peak. Your eyes had rolled back yet again behind your closed eyelids, your hips struggling to match his pace until you’d finally felt his own stuttering beneath you. A moment later you felt his warm release inside of you, a deep, gravelly moan falling from between his lips and sending a shudder down your spine as Frank came inside of you. He thrust up into you a handful more times before his hips finally stilled beneath you.

As you both slowly came back to yourselves, you slipped his cock out from inside of you before collapsing on top of him, spent and flushed as your cheek rested on his chest. Frank’s hands began affectionately running along the naked expanse of your back, the feel of his fingertips dancing along your skin almost tickling you as they moved. For a few minutes both of you lay there, breathing hard and trying to catch your breath without a word.

“‘Bout damn time that happened,” you said, breaking the silence.

Beneath you, Frank laughed lightly, the sound drawing a smile to your lips. You rocked a little at the movement from your place along his chest, never having felt more content than you did in that moment.

“Not wrong there, sweetheart,” he agreed.

One of your hands began absently tracing patterns along his bare skin just beside your face. Bottom lip slipping between your teeth, you gathered the courage to ask him what was quickly becoming the focus on your mind.

“So…what’s this mean now?” you asked carefully. “Are you…going to just disappear on me again in a few minutes?”

“You want me to?” Frank asked.

Shifting your head on his chest, you turned until you could glance up at his face, your chin resting against him. “No,” you whispered. “I don’t.”

A smile tugged at his lips as he gazed down at you, his hands still roaming along your back.

“Then I won’t disappear on you in a few minutes,” he promised you.

“Do you–” you paused, eyes nervously dropping down to where your fingers were still tracing patterns on his chest, “–you maybe want to stay for a bit? Clean up and–and get some sleep? And maybe I could…make us some dinner later? Unless you can’t stay that long.”

“I can stay,” Frank stated, that smile still on his face.

“Yeah?” you asked hopefully, brows rising onto your forehead.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’d like that.”

You grinned, lowering your head back to his chest. Turning just a bit, you pressed a lingering kiss to the skin beside your mouth. Frank hummed out a contented noise above you, the sound only growing your grin.

“You know,” you whispered coyly, “now that you know where I live, you don’t have to always stop by the diner just to see me.”

“That right?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed out. “Maybe you could actually stop by to see me here. On purpose.” Your tongue ran along your bottom lip, your eyes still focused on the absent movements of your fingers on his chest. “And maybe you could actually call me first because you have my number.”

Frank chuckled beneath you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. A moment later you felt his lips placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Think I like the sound of that, sweetheart,” he told you, glancing back down at you.

“Is that right?” you said, shooting him a teasing grin.

A bark of laughter flew out of Frank, the sound causing you to join in with him. He looked more handsome with the way his face was lit up right now, the largest smile you’d ever seen on his face seemingly permanently residing on it right now. And in that moment, lying in your bed laughing with him, your eyes locked on each other’s, one thought ran through your mind.

All those months of waiting for this moment with him had been worth it.

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[mountainsandmayhem]

Happy Easter, Joel Miller

18+

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel’s secret sweet tooth inspires a little Easter surprise.

CW: 18+, MDNI. Food play. Praise. Oral (f! Receiving), Established relationship.

AN: this is absolutely not edited or proof read. Just enjoy it, ok! Haha.

Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but Joel Miller LOVES chocolate. He has secret stashes of chocolate hidden around the house and in his work truck.

Easter brings his favourite chocolates - mini eggs. The candy coating crunches and then you get to that delicious milk chocolate middle.

“God damn, I love you.” He says to a handful of mini eggs the Saturday night of Easter weekend. And that’s enough to spark a surprise for tomorrow.

Sunday afternoon, Joel heads off to do his usual routine. He likes to wash his work truck and stop at the store for waters and Gatorade for his crew cooler. In the 40-ish minutes he’s gone you race to melt some chocolate and then make a trail of small foil wrapped eggs to the kitchen.

You strip down to just a pastel coloured thong and climb up onto the table. You place more eggs around you and then when you hear his truck pulling onto the driveway, you drizzle warm melted chocolate along your body.

A line up one thigh, a curved line from one hip to your ribs in the other side. Drips along the swell of your breasts. As he opens the door you lay back on the table and wait.

“I’m back, babe.” He calls as he toes off his boots. “Oh, chocolates!”

He sounds like a little kid and you giggle quietly at how fucking cute this broad and grumpy man can be sometimes.

“What’s going on here babe?”

You laugh and yell, “follow the trail. There’s a delicious surprise at the end.”

You hear him padding along the hardwood floor. Your body breaks out in goosebumps as you wait excitedly, chocolate covered nipples turning into stiff peaks. As he comes around the corner he sees you. His eyes go wide, mouth dropping before a devious grin crosses his face.

“Oh fuck. You look….fuck…” rendering him speechless is your favourite thing to do. You bite your bottom lip while smiling up at him from the table.

“Hungry?” You say mischievously.

Joel’s gaze goes from awe to pure lust as he stalks over to the table, planting his strong hands beside you and leaning his face close to the chocolate across your stomach.

He practically growls, “Fucking starving, babygirl,” before laying a long, warm lick across your stomach. He laps up all the chocolate, twirling his tongue and kissing until it’s clean. You’re writhing under him as he moves to the chocolate along your arm.

“Mmm, so sweet and soft.” He hums before moving to the melted deliciousness that’s coating your hard nipples.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself,” he says through kisses down your heaving chest.

“Please, Joel,” you moan, your hand going to rub your clit over your thong.

Joel grabs your wrist to stop you. “Not yet, baby. Gotta get you all clean first,” he sucks one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue to clean it. Your back arches, a sign that you want more. “You’re so amazing.”

Once it’s clean he rolls your wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger and moves his soft lips to your other nipple. He suckles on that one gently while pinching and pulling the other.

“Oh god, that feels so good, Joel.” That familiar fire starts in your belly and you start to wonder if you could cum from just him teasing your nipples.

He bites down gently, pinching the other with equal pressure and you cry out in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. After letting go he peppers your breasts with feather light kisses.

“I need you, Joel. Please,” you whine, canting your hips towards the air.

He walks to the head of the table and sits in his chair. His voice comes out like dark molasses as he says, “Slide down to me, baby.”

You prop yourself onto your elbows and shimmy down the table to him. He sits back, eyes watching the wet spot that’s soaked through your light thong.

“She’s needy,” he says deeply.

You slid until your ass is right at the edge of the table, him between your legs. He has chocolate on his beard and corners of his lips and you fight the urge to lick it off.

“I’m going to clean off this thigh. And then slide that sexy little underwear to the slide and give your beautiful puffy pussy what she needs.”

You nod and chant ‘yes please’ like it’s a church prayer. He uses his teeth and tongue to clean your thigh and the second it’s clean he pulls your panties to the side roughly, you make eye contact for a brief second, his eyes practically obsidian with lust before he dives in.

Immediately sucking your needy clit into his mouth, the rough tip of his tongue flicking it passionately.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

He releases your soft skin with a pop. “Already?” He smirky cockily, three fingers now teasing your entrance.

“Please Joel.” Your voice is a needy whine as your body jerks and twitches under his attention.

“Ok, my love. Stay still for me. Let me get my fingers in,” his voice is calm and commanding. You slow your breathing and let your knees fall open further as he works his thick fingertips in. “That’s it. Good girl. Make room for me.”

“Oh shit. More. Please. More.” You close your eyes and get lost in him and the euphoric state he’s putting you in.

“There she goes,” he says as his fingers push all the way in. He curls them forward and you feel it immediately, your orgasm right on the edge. He sucks your sensitive bud back into his mouth and you’re done for. Pleasure ripples through you as he pumps his fingers and flicks at your clit.

Between licks he mumbles praise into the velvety skin of your pussy. “Good girl. So beautiful. That’s it.”

As you come down from your high he slides his fingers out of you and then stands up, lifting you into his arms and walking to the bedroom as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Happy Easter, Joel Miller,” you whisper into his neck.

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[ironstrange1991]

Breakfast

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader (Doctor Strange and Defender Strange are mentioned)

Synopsis: Supreme wakes up in the morning and decides he'll have the reader for breakfast.

Word Count: 1,2k

Warnings: SMUT: oral sex with female receiving, unprotected p n v sex, quickie, cum eating.

A/N: This one is short and I was really sleepy while editing, so please, pretend you guys didn't see the typos or grammar mistakes. Hope you like it and have a nice reading.

You woke up in the morning earlier than usual. Supreme was sleeping on his stomach, one arm under the pillow he had folded in half, the other around your waist keeping you impossibly close to him. His breathing was soft and steady, his face was turned towards you, calm and peaceful. The sheet he had used to cover himself during the night was bunched up between his legs, leaving his glorious muscular ass exposed.

You allowed yourself to admire him in all his glory for a moment and then got up, took a shower and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

You weren't given to great inventions in the kitchen, always preferring that Defender cooked for you, but there were some things you could do and do well. That was the case with breakfast. You decided on eggs and bacon, some chopped fruit and pancakes with raspberries.

Because you were so distracted with your work, you didn’t notice when someone approached you and hugged you from behind, wrapping their arms around your waist and pushing a very obvious erection against your hip. Before you even wondered who it was, he made a point of kissing your neck, rubbing his clean shaved face on your skin until he was right in your ear. "So you leave me alone in bed to come and prepare breakfast for the others..."

His baritone voice never failed to make your skin prickle.

"It's for you too. I was going to go upstairs and wake you up."

"Hum. I thought it was my day to have you all to myself." He protested gently biting your ear and you had to concentrate a lot to be able to flip the pancake in the pan before it burned.

"Your day was yesterday. Today is Monday, technically everyone's day." You responded knowing he wouldn't like that answer.

The two of you were still on a sort of honeymoon and Supreme had turned out to be even more jealous than you initially imagined.

He turned off the heat on the stove without asking you to do so, and with a quick movement he bent you over the huge solid wooden table. His hands were quick to lift the oversized t-shirt you were wearing that obviously didn't belong to you, it was one of Stephen's old band t-shirts.

"No shorts? Is that how you walk around this house?" He groped for the waistband of your panties and pulled them down with such violence that you could hear the delicate fabric tearing.

"Stephen!" You scolded him. That was one of your favorites.

"Shh. No shorts, wearing panties that barely cover your pussy... What do you expect from that? Oh I know, you wanted this, didn't you?" He slapped your ass.

"I just wanted to make breakfast." You gasped.

He knelt down and without warning he stuck his head between your cheeks and started licking your pussy, sucking and making you produce more and more of that nectar that he liked so much.

"Stephen… the others will see us here."

You didn't know exactly if that was allowed, it wasn't something that was pre-defined between you. But something made you think that was exactly what he wanted to happen.

"Let them see!" Supreme stood up and quickly freed his cock from its confinements. He rubbed the tip on your entrance and with a flat hand on your back forced you to bend over even more until your breasts and face were glued to the cold wood.

He teased some more, rubbing the tip against your clit making you moan softly and your legs shake begging him to finally take you.

"Tell me what you want, honey."

You bit the corner of your lip surrendering to him. "I want you Steph. Fuck me, but be quick, we don't have much time."

"That's my girl." He entered you with a single firm thrust and kept his pace fast and merciless exactly how you liked it.

"Oh, fuck honey, this pussy makes me crazy. So fucking good."

He grabbed your hip with one hand and your shoulder with the other to balance his thrusts and you moaned loudly, totally unaware of anything other than the two of you fucking on the kitchen table.

“Shit, you take cock so well, such a hungry little pussy..."

"Stephen...I'm gonna cum." You almost screamed the words.

He moaned loudly and pulled out to which you protested. He turned you around to face him and made you sit on the table and then entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his back. His lips never left your neck, sucking and leaving marks there for the other Stephens to see.

For Supreme Strange, everything was a competition.

"Oh, I love you, honey." He cooed totally lost in his own pleasure and you could feel his thrusts getting irregular, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing violently inside you.

You cupped his face making him look at you "Gonna cum for me, Steph?"

He kissed you passionately "Only after you."

You moaned loudly feeling his body pushing you towards your orgasm and you didn't fight him, instead you surrendered to him. Your head fell back, your eyes closed, your lips turned into a big O as you were washed by the feeling of ecstasy that Stephen insisted on prolonging with each thrust that strategically reached your sweet spot.

"That's right, honey, give it to me."

When you felt your orgasm slowly and lazily dying away, Stephen pulled out and pulled you off the table.

"On your knees, honey, I want to fill your mouth with my milk."

You obeyed eagerly and he thrust against your mouth a few times until he started cumming.

"Oh shit... your mouth feels so good, honey. Take all of it. Drink all my milk, don't waste a drop."

You did your best to swallow it all, but Stephen's first morning cum was always a huge load. Even with your efforts some still dripped down the corners of your mouth, but you were quick to scoop it up with your fingers and suck them one by one.

Stephen watched with a satisfied smile on his lips and helped you get up. He kissed you tenderly and picked up what was left of your panties from the floor and stuffed them into his pants pocket.

"I'll buy you a new set, I promise." He informed sheepishly, but you weren’t mad about the panties, not really. So you gave him your best smile and pulled down the t-shirt that did little to hide your naked ass.

"Sit down, I'll finish making you breakfast." You said giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

He did as you said, but kept his eyes glued to you the entire time.

"Maybe you'd better put something on first, honey."

You shrugged, turning on the heat on the stove again and pouring in more pancake batter to fry, and you both heard Stephen and Defender coming down the stairs, talking to each other  and approaching and you couldn't help but giggle at the look on Supreme's face.

"You had yours, Steph. If they want it, they'll have theirs too. Those are the rules, remember?"

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My King

Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

I just wanted to write bein kissed by Ganon can I really be blamed tho? So the Hylian character is referred to by they/them pronouns and not described (except as being much shorter/smaller than beefcake man) and isn't referred to by a name so feel free to read is as a reader insert or as an oc insert

Also I wrote this with BOTW/TOTK Ganon in mind, but it could probably be read as any version of him

Edit: fixed some spelling errors

Warnings: makin out, brief allusion to sex, possessiveness, size-difference

Word Count: 457

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Their lips touched for a brief moment, merely ghosting over each other. Ganon pulled away, golden eyes shadowed in the night as he studied their expression. His hand cupped their cheek, dwarfing their head. They were so small compared to him. So fragile.

A quiet, shuddering breath slipped past their lips like something inside was letting them go. He couldn't fight the grin that pulled his lips as they leaned forward ever so slightly, chasing his lips, and the brief flicker of disappointment when they came up empty. Their eyelids fluttered open, staring up at him with stars reflecting back at him. They were confused and worried - wondering if they did something wrong. They were Hylian; unaccustomed to all of the Gerudo's beliefs and social intricacies. Had they broken some law about kissing the King, even if he was the one who asked in as soft a voice he'd ever used if he could please, please kiss them. It would be the only time he begged, he'd make sure of it. And yet, for that brief brush, that whisper of a kiss, he found suddenly that he would not mind dropping to his knees and pleading for just one more.

He stroked the pad of his thumb across their cheek. They relaxed into the touch, eyes closing as they leaned into his large palm. Worry was replaced with ease, quickly. They didn't do something wrong. He simply could not stop himself from admiring how the desert moonlight danced across their skin. If he didn't know better, he would have confused them for a deity.

Golden eyes glanced at their mouth, still parted, waiting for his to find their place. Soft puffs of white air dissipated between them, carried into the night. It was freezing out here. His oversized robe draped loosely around their shoulders, half of the heavy fabric pooling on the sandstone floor around their feet.

A flicker of possessiveness lit up within him. He was the only one allowed to care for them so; the only one allowed to dress them in his belongings and show all of Hyrule who he wished to be his.

"Say you will be mine," he whispered. Dark eyes, almost red with desire, greeted them as they opened their eyes to look up at the Gerudo King.

A small, soft hand, un-calloused from the desert sands, pressed against his, holding his hand more firmly to their cheek. "I'm yours, my King."

His lips find theirs once more, but this time it is not the careful, hesitant touch from before. Now it was burning, demanding, rough. He pulled their face in as close as he could, lips and teeth sucking and biting and pulling until their lips are red and swollen against his. Every soft, desperate mewl from their throat eggs him on. He wants nothing more than all of Hyrule to know who they belong to, and he will not stop until he is certain everyone knows his name screamed in their voice.

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-🍓 Character(s): Baby Xiao + Dad Zhongli

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader (you’re an owl adeptus which means you have wings and that creepy blank stare when irritated most of the time)

-🍓 Category: SFW + Hybrid AU

-🍓 Warning(s): None

-🍓 Part 2

-🍓 Edited: ❌

You let out a yawn as you sat up, rubbing your eye. Moving your hand to your left you felt a lump making you pause and pat that side a couple more times before removing the blanket. Seeing an egg with turquoise dots all around it nearly made you faint as you profusely shook Zhongli out of his sleep, him mumbling.

“What is THAT?” You shouted and pointed at the egg that sat next to you, your small wings fluttering a bit. He stared at it for a bit before Zhongli’s eyes quickly widened. “Did you steal someone’s kid when you were asleep or something?” Zhongli asked not taking his eyes off the egg. “Of course not! Well, I don’t think so at least..” You mumbled before picking up the egg and shaking it.

“Don’t shake it!” “Okay okay!” Turns out you were just pregnant and never knew it till the egg finally materialized out of thin air.

“So I, going to be a dad in the new couple of months?” You asked Zhongli as you placed your egg on a nest you found and took for yourself. “Pretty much yeah.” You sat near the egg and hummed a little before picking it up and seating it in between your legs, your wings making a small flutter as you relaxed.

“Seems like you’re a natural at this.” Zhongli smiled as he sat near you. “I wonder what my kid is going to be like. Maybe similar to his papa?” You hummed as you rubbed the smooth shell of the egg. “I hope it’s something like you.” Zhongli kissed your cheek making you giggle. Months went by and the egg hadn’t moved once. The doctor said it should begin to move by its 3-month mark but even after that, it didn’t move once. And god were you getting anxious. Checking the temperature of the room every day, making sure it was comfortable, anything.

“Do you think it’s dead?” You mumbled as you looked at your egg, it was small and hadn’t grown much. “Don’t think of such a thing. It’s probably just doesn’t want to move Y/n.” Zhongli reassured you as he rubbed a hand on your waist to help calm your nerves. “But it hasn’t grown. They’re supposed to get bigger…” A deep frown formed on your lips as you traced the tiny dots littering the egg. For the next couple of months it didn’t move till one night when both you and Zhongli were asleep, the egg right in between the two of you for warmth.

You were the first to wake up after feeling movement near your arm thinking it was just Zhongli moving till you could see the faint outline of the egg moving around. Quickly, you turned on the lamp to get a better look. And my god was it moving, a lot. “Zhongli Zhongli! Wake up! It’s moving!” You exclaimed and slapped his shoulder making him groan as he woke up to see the egg moving. The egg rolled onto its side a little before a crack formed making you nearly scream.

“I think it’s hatching hun, don’t worry yourself too much now,” Zhongli said after seeing the expression you had. More crackers formed around the egg till it began chipping and the top of the egg came off. Out came a tiny little harpy with beautiful black and turquoise hair, a diamond was present on his little forehead. He let out a yawn and shook s little, a peep leaving his mouth. The two of you stared at the bay harpy bewildered.

“He’s so cute!” You exclaimed and gently picked up the infant, letting out little peeps as he examined his surroundings before looking at you with his beautiful amber-brown eyes. His little arms moved around, at the moment they were wings but would go away as he grows. “Xiao..” You said, a soft smile appearing on your face. “My baby Xiao.” You held Xiao closely as he let out little peeps, his wings doing a little flutter.

“He’s tiny..” Zhongli said as he looked at his child awestruck. “That’s why his egg was so small, it’s cause he’s so tiny isn’t that right Xiao?” You cooed making him move around a little. “Chi!” Xiao chirped making you giggle.

“Looks like he has a lot to say.”

“Just like you.”

“Oh shut up!”

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ — lee x reader [PGR]

so I'm coming home to you

synopsis ; there are answers far beyond words in between turbulences. you are looking for those in lee's battles, in the way he sat beside you, yet what can you say, when the ride home is silent?

alternatively: starry was unsatisfied because we never knew what happened after the epilogue and got a time skip instead, so she is writing it down on her terms LOL

a.n. - this idea came to me while I was cooking breakfast. I nearly dropped the bowl. I nearly dropped my eggs 😭 also I wanna suggest listening to fallingforyou by The 1975 for this too if yall wanna. I wanted this to be an angst to fluff but I decided to make it in a separate post LOL ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER AHAHAHA I'm sorri oh well

pairing - lee hyperreal x f!commandant

words - 7,691

warnings - WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 21: SPIRAL OF CHRONOS. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, NSFW THEMES: soft sex hehe, body worship, cunnilingus, creampie-, vaginal penetration, squirting, virginity loss but it's the both of them LOL, lee being so soft and gentle. semi-established relationship, mutual pining.

edit - dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

The ride home is silent.

A gentle lull of a torrential downpour, multiple raindrops pattering on the aircraft's window. Apart from the tired snores and occasional groaning of both constructs and commandants, you are certain: everyone on the aircraft was alive. Miraculously, even if the chances of being so were as small as a pea.

A sharp pain in your mind knocks on your head. Ah, right. Although the realization finally hits you, the piercing pain in your head has yet to dull, after all of the events that unfolded. You wondered, how lucky you were to be alive, despite connecting with so many constructs, all the while maintaining a deep M.I.N.D. connection with Lee. Perhaps, the gods listened to your selfish plea.

After all, Lee came back alive. And he is sitting, silently beside you.

Arms crossed as he leaned on the chair you both sat in, his frame never leaving a hint of space between you. His mesmerizing cerulean eyes were hidden, eyes closed as he breathed so softly.

It's the first time you've seen Lee's frame up close. The first time as a hologram, the second after he emerged from the tower. And now, one glance away.

His hair was a lighter shade of blonde, long bangs covering up until his eyes. Face more defined, looking more mature, yet still so youthful. There weren't any scars on Lee's face anymore, unlike his Entropy frame. Despite his cold and neutral face, as he slept, you can't help but notice that he looked more gentle, softer. Your hand reached out carefully trying not to disturb his sleep, fingers lightly tracing from the top of his head, to the side of his face, to his lips— a thought passed your mind, but you shook your head instead.

As you pulled away, Lee's hand grabbed yours.

“You are shaking,” a whisper that tickled your ear brought you back to reality, “are you alright, my Commandant?”

My Commandant. He only called you that in a fierce, stoic tone. But now, his voice is so tranquil, you might have mistaken it as a phantom. A ripple rumbles through your chest. Lee's voice, although you've heard it so many times, never failed to make you shake, never failed to make you sigh of relief. Unlike his Entropy and Palefire frames, what changed? His new frame is gentler, softer, too. Grasping the warm blanket wrapped around you, you felt Lee lean closer to you. You looked back at him, finding a worried expression across his face.

A face you've seen for the first time, should have made you afraid. Yet, the new face is looking at you, the same way he used to. A sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort.

“I'm okay,” you admitted, “Please don't worry.”

The windows were tinted dark, a few shimmering stars outside. In the dim light of the evening haze, cerulean eyes looked down on you, calculating and quiet. “Is there something wrong? You seem distressed.”

Apart from all the events that conspired earlier, it's probably safe to say that you were far from okay. But you still held onto your words, “Nothing. I just...wanted to see you up close.”

Sturdy, mechanical arms wrapped themselves around your frail, tired body. The gesture made you sink into Lee's chest, a new wave of comfort entangling itself on both of your bodies. Yes, this was— and still is— the man you liked for a long time. And this was the same space you've always loved to drown in, away from the cold, war-struck world.

“Wasn't it you who told me not to shoulder everything,” Lee chuckled, “You can tell me the truth, my Commandant. I am here to bear it all with you.”

His words made you snort. “Oh, now you take my words?”

“I remember everything you say, orders and everything.”

The turbulence seemed to hit a little harder, as Lee held you tighter in his embrace. You found yourself nestled in his lap eventually, cradled like a child in your teammate's arms. You still looked at Lee, searching for something. Two awake individuals now converse in hushed tones.

“You're making me quite nervous, Commandant.” Lee spoke as you continued to stare at him.

“I still can't believe that you are here.” You childishly poked his puffed cheeks, “Are you sure you're real?”

Ah, there he is. His usual stoic expression as he looked at you nonchalantly. But they were quickly replaced with a warm smile, eyes softening at your antics. “My Commandant, I believe that we are still connected right now. Do you wish to check it?”

As far as you were concerned, what Lee said is true; the connection with him is still a brightly burning flame, signaling its closeness with you right now. Yet, as you continue to gaze at your teammate, who was looking elsewhere, another realization dawned on you. Reaching out to touch his neck, his shoulders, his metallic chest— all hardened, like a cyborg. But you can still feel it, in your fingertips, his heartbeat reflecting yours, a cadenza of fluttering butterflies.

“Commandant,” Lee took your shivering hand, looking at you as he brought the back of it to his lips, “I'm here, okay? I'm back. I'm holding you like this.”

He is. As you gazed at his face, the whims of today that brought cold demons do not sway so easily, your heart crumbling once more— the fear that gnawed you left and right back when you were at the foot of the impenetrable tower, helpless in front of bloodlusted monsters. The thought of earlier when blood spilled your hands came back to haunt you: an unprecedented future where Lee did not emerge from the tower, a grim call for humanity...what did it look like?

“Hearing you say that,” your voice cracked, a fresh wave of tears now threatening to spill from your tired eyes, “brings me so much comfort, Lee.”

How ironic. A few hours ago, you bravely put on your facade, welcoming Lee back when he emerged from the then-heteronomer tower. Your smile was bigger than all the countless turbulences you've faced, a plethora of hope that baptised the witnesses there. But with the silent ride home to Babylonia, Liv and the other healers now resting, all the other conscious and unconscious commandants and constructs, you couldn't help but break down now, an endless stream of worry, fear, and relief as a storm in your body. Silent sobs wreck through your body, but Lee— your Lee, yours— held you so tight.

“I'm sorry,” even in the gentlest tone, his apology only made you sob more, “I know I should have thought about it thoroughly, I should have planned it with you. But it was the only solution.”

He kissed your temple, his cold fingers interlacing with your shaky ones, “...to keep you alive.”

You should be happy; Lee is right. He's alive, everyone else is alive. The tower was now a purification one. Yet why, out of all the things you should be crying about, an unfathomable thought that crossed your mind— something about death, something about a dogtag drenched in the bluest vital fluid— made you cry more?

“Commandant [Y/N],” Lee calls your name, that it catches your attention, a skip in your heart, “You're so brave. I'm sorry that you went through so much. But right now, everything will be alright.”

As your sobs slow down, Lee leans closer to your face, a finger wiping away the stream of tears, his lips kissing them away. Wait. Have you ever been so intimate with Lee this way? It suddenly baffled you; sure, you were both aware of each other's affections, sneaking away to be with one another. The furthest thing you've both even gone to, was a simple kiss on the cheek in your bedroom, before Lee went away, claiming his cooling systems malfunctioned. The gravity of the situation made you snap out of your sadness.

“W-wait, Lee,” you weakly shimmied out of his embrace, “I-I thought you didn't want this-”

You vividly remember Lee hates public display of affection.

But right now, his expression was puzzled, as if confused with your reaction. “And?”

A timid blush creeps in your cheeks. Somehow, you were the one getting embarrassed.

“I thought you didn't want people to see this kind of,” you coughed, “...display.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I am just taking care of my Commandant. There's no other explanation.”

Ah, what a fickle mind you have. Embarrassed, you sunk deep into his arms, pouting as you hid your face in his chest. “Ah...sorry.”

Lee coughs, “But there is something I do want to talk to you about.”

Peering up at him, you cocked your head to the side, “The mission? Or...what happened earlier?”

He looked at you with a small smile, before a faint pink tint in his cheeks appeared. He tucked the blanket to your chest, before returning his fingers to the gaps in yours. “We will arrive in Babylonia soon. It may be a hellhole right now, but...your rest will be the priority.”

“Hey, what-”

“-Get some sleep for now, Commandant...”

Gentle cerulean eyes looked at you with an unfamiliar emotion. Was it really unfamiliar, or were you slowly succumbing to the lull of a well-needed sleep.

It felt like a dream. His touch, his voice, his gestures. Your mouth opens, trying to call out Lee's name. But the way his thumb caressed your intertwined hands, the safety of a cradle as he held you close, the faint smell of his scent—

You fall asleep by the time the aircraft docks at Babylonia's hangar.

You remember the day you realized you liked Lee.

It was a little crush that bothered you like a bunny, hopping around the corners when it saw food nearby. You tried to ignore it, favoring the quiet, tranquil field, your battlefield for the fight against the virus. Yet, the longer you lingered in the field, the more of that man in blue with a cold facade and steeled eyes seem to capture your attention, far longer than any lesson you took in the F.O.S.

“Do you have any wish?” You remember Lee's sudden, peculiar question one day, at the Gray Raven lounge.

You were both chilling there, across one another; you were by the table, doing your paperwork, and him on the sofa, polishing his weapon. The question was so out of the blue. A few weeks after your initial meeting, and he was still in his Palefire frame. In honesty, what was your greatest wish? You were merely a fresh graduate, finally with a team assigned to you. You've been through the simulations, memorized every nook and crook of the books, and can even recite the constitution and the laws. All of this for the sake of humanity.

“Retaking Earth, having a future of peace.” was a simple way to put it.

But Lee only had a cold expression on his face, despondent eyes looking at you with judgement. You recognized this look, one that he'd been wearing every time you were around. You admitted him, earlier, his frigidity nearly makes you wet your pants. But when the last word escaped your lips, the expression changed for a split second— relief?— before it returned to its hardened state.

“I'm not asking you to do a pep talk.”

You pondered once more. Sure, humanity is needed. But guess not for Lee. What did you want, really? Ah, you remember the parcel you ordered, and the many more that were to come. Your wallet had been growing slimmer, too. Smiling, a stupid, yet practical idea sauntered to your young mind.

“Retiring as early as possible to get my pension?”

A life of pure ecstasy and glory. It wasn't so bad. But that look on Lee's face seemed to insinuate that he'd probably kill you and stage it as something else.

“Can you just give me one that is actually achievable?”

Is retiring early too much? When you looked up to Lee for another witty remark, you found yourself frozen. What once were steeled eyes were a noticeable shade of indigo, complimenting the blue patterns on his outfit. A clenched jaw, soft skin, a remarkable face that seemed to know so many things at once. You've always known you had a little bit of admiration for your team, with the tasks assigned to you little by little. But did you ever have your heart skip a beat whenever Lucia or Liv was around? You remember fierce and timid eyes looking at you, but never this cold. No, only Lee.

Only Lee could do that.

What little crush became a massive infatuation.

“Then,” sheepishly smiling, you felt your cheeks tint in the lightest shade, yet you still looked at Lee, “your smile?”

The question caught him off guard. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further, “I want to see you smile more, Lee.”

You've always wanted to see him smile. One that was genuine, not commanded, nor forced. For the first time since your first meeting, there was a crack in his expression, a thin shade of pink dusting his own cheeks; a seemingly thin facade that only motivated you to open the lock that was presented to you.

“W-what-”

“You will scare everyone off with that intimidating look on your face,” you smiled, “So, please?”

Before the next moment could happen, the memory goes dark, and you open your eyes.

Your senses are out of place, lost as you tried to regain everything. First, your sense of smell returns as the scent of vanilla fills the room. Next is your hearing, the white noise of the air conditioner overwhelms the empty space. The feel of your bones and muscles, albeit sore and tired, felt weightless as you tried to lift your arms and legs up. The soft grasp of cotton and the mattress. When your vision returns, the white ceiling is adorned with the many trinkets you could remember sticking onto the top, the feeling of home asking to be welcomed. The comforts of the bed seemed to beg you to stay more, but you forced your body to sit up, the familiar scene of your room at the Gray Raven base now into view.

Did you...fall asleep? What time is it? You didn't want another lifetime of scolding waiting for you outside of your door. Lucia and Liv could be in the training room. And Lee...

An ominous feeling rattled your body. When you look down at your hands, a silent scream on your lips as you jump from the bed— your hands are tainted with a mixture of blue vital fluids and the brightest red.

Nearly falling onto the floor, lucky enough that you landed on your mattress. You suddenly remember everything—

“Lee!”

You forget your dignity. You forget your bare feet, you forget everything else. You had to find Lee. You had to. Running out of the door, you bolted to find the blonde man, the fear that you were too late to save him.

But before you could reach the last door that held all the answers you were looking for, a tall, study cushion prevented you from doing so.

“...dant! Commandant!”

A familiar voice. Snapping out of your fear-stricken trance, you felt yourself being pushed off slightly. A pair of worried cerulean eyes looking down at you.

“Commandant, I'm here!” A baritone voice, ones that made your eyes blur from the tears, “I'm here. I'm back.”

A comforting hold over you. A towering figure. The presence that could only make you crumble. Your teammate. The one that filled your quiet days.

“You're,” you choked, the dam of tears that spilled senselessly, “Lee, you're alive.”

He sighed in relief. Looking at you with a small smile, he said, “...You must be confused. Let's eat before we talk.”

Sunnyside up egg and bacon, the other kind of egg being scrambled. Two plates, two pieces of toast. A coffee and a glass of milk. And you finished it all, your share with the sunnyside up. The other was close to finishing, with Lee still tinkering on the small robot that was on his side.

A part of you thinks rationally, as you shouldn't eat like a pig when in front of someone else. But you can't help but strive to satiate the hunger that was distracting you from doing anything else. Apart from that, the raging headache was now gone.

You noticed something different, though.

“Did you enjoy it, Commandant?”

You glanced at Lee, before looking back at your clean plate. You wanted to retort, but, you awkwardly laughed instead. “Thank you, I really enjoyed it, Lee.”

“You looked like you tasted something else though,” you raised your brow, before he added, “Your expression changed.”

“Ah,” you absentmindedly toyed with your fork, “...it tasted different. Did Liv cook this?”

A faint blush adorned his cheek. “I was the one who cooked the food. Liv did not participate at all.”

You blinked in surprise. Lee? Cooking?

“Really?” Bewildered, you reeled back, “It tasted so good. I want a second serving...”

You had nothing against Lee's skills. He followed all of the nitty gritty details of the cookbook he used, making the dish taste too bland or too dry. But the one you tasted seemed different.

“I can cook more for you then, Commandant,” Lee prepared to stand up, but you grabbed his arm.

“Later, later!” You beamed at him, “I'm quite surprised as it tasted...”

What were the right words? As his hand loosened on your grip, you blurted out, “Warm.”

“Did it now?” A teasing tone. You huffed out, which made him grin.

“I'm glad you think so. After all, you were asleep for two days.”

The events of before came rushing back, nearly overwhelming you. But Lee's hand in yours strengthened your resolve. There were still a few questions on your mind, like—

“I checked you up on the Star of Life.” Lee continued, “I couldn't leave you there, as they were still packed with all the other victims. They granted you to rest here, where we watched over you.”

“What about the other people with us at the surface?”

“They were treated as well, Commandant. Right now, they gave us a two-week rest, with everything trying to settle down and rebuilding whatever we can.”

You touched his hand, “What about...you?”

And he touched yours back. “I did, as soon as we had you here.”

“I see, thank you,” you looked down on the oversized shirt, before glancing at Lee's now reddening face.

“I- um, we helped you clean and dress up. Mostly Liv and Lucia.”

“Where are they now...?”

“They might be helping with the rebuilding. It's my turn to watch over you.”

You hummed, retreating your hand, a small sense of disappointment. A comforting, yet anxious silence enveloped the environment; you fiddled with your hands, trying to find the right words to say. But the longer you dwell, the more your anxiety grew.

“...I didn't think that my shirt would look good on you.”

Your feelings dissipated. You looked up, Lee looking away to hide his blush, “I wanted to give it to Murray, but I'm glad that I still had some left.”

“Th...thank you, Lee. It feels very comfortable.” It was normal, right? Wearing boyfriend shirts has been a trend lately. So why are you blushing like a tomato? Well, at least the two of you look like tomatoes.

“...I still have a few more,” Lee said, gathering the courage to look at you, “If you're not closed to the idea of having shirts like the one you are wearing now, then, let me know.”

The cloth did feel quite comfy, never mind how it rested above your knees. It also smelled like Lee— apple blossoms and summertime. You were hoping you could keep the shirt hidden, but you were glad you had his confirmation.

Another silence. At this point, you'd rather be swallowed by the ground whole than be stuck with the awkward air. As you thought about it, deeper in thought, you felt Lee's fingers reach for yours, index finger wrapped around your pinky. Looking up, Lee already had his eyes on you, cerulean eyes looking with the same unfamiliar emotion.

��Commandant,” Quietly, as if the glass in front of you would break, “...Are you scared?”

“No,” you shook your head, sighing, “I was only worried. I thought...”

“So, you are.” Tenderly, he brought your hand closer to his face, “I feel that I can't apologize enough.”

“No, no, Lee,” What were you doing? Your vision nearly blurs, guilt clawing at the back of your throat, that your voice feels so small, “It's okay, it really is...”

“You told me yourself that you'd allow me to share all my burdens,” Gently, he kisses your fingers one by one, his eyes closed, “That we're doing this together until the end. You and I— you are no exception.”

Lee doesn't leave any finger unkissed, warm lips on your fingertips, before he trailed his kisses to the side of your hand, to the pulse on your wrist. Ah, he knows. He knew about the flash of blood on your hands, the haunting memory between the both of you. The first drop of your tears escaped. Then another. Until it became an endless stream, running down your face.

“I'm sorry, Commandant, for scaring you.” He opened his eyes, revealing glossy ones, mirroring your sad expression, “But I assure you; I am here, I'm sitting with you, I'm next to you now.”

Two of his hands are now on your wrist, hovering over his jaw, words brewing at the tip of his tongue. Does he know about your hammering heartbeat? How this very gesture, so intimate, so real— there are words far beyond comprehension, beyond verbal communication, that wishes to be said. But all it took was the way he looked at you, your hands on his. He pulls you closer, eased comfortably in his awaiting lap.

“In the tower,” he admitted, “The frame knows something, and I can't tell Asimov unless I tell you first.”

“What do you mean?”

His fingers are now on your cheek, wiping away all of your tears, looking at you with such sincerity, it nearly breaks your heart, “I saw the future.”

It made you freeze. The future? It didn't seem true. But you trusted Lee, and you would safeguard everything he said to protect him.

“Like...you saw it happen?”

He nods, “I do. I can even go back into the past. I used to remember it all so clearly, but...”

A twinge of dread sinks in your stomach, whispering, “you can't anymore?”

“...In the end, I can still remember the worst that happened.”

Lee's free hand cups your cheek, and you only noticed it now, the vibrant color of his cerulean eyes, reflected so bright. “I lost you in all of them.”

It hits you faster— you weren't the only one who suffered. Lee, your Lee, battled his own demons inside of the tower. It made your stomach sink, your heartbeat wild in your chest. Your Lee, who had always been so calculating and ahead of everything, had the fear that you also had.

The vivid thought of your hand wrapped around a bloodied dogtag washes over you. But you tried to push it away from your mind, opting to cup Lee's cheeks.

“Lee,” words die on your throat, “I'm...”

“That's why I need to tell you this, Commandant,” he inhaled deeply, that a shiver ran down your spine—

Was he going to ask to step down? To leave Gray Raven, to leave...you?

His face was dangerously close to yours now, your breathing tangled with yours, your warmth clinging to his skin, “I never want to be away from you again, Commandant.”

You held your breath. In the heat of the afternoon haze, Lee's arms are on your waist, the other on your cheek; you, on his lap, holding his face. All of the thousand words, unsaid during the ride home, poured in like a fountain. His thumb wipes away the last tear from your eyes, mouth curling into a smile.

“I may not hold what lies in the future, or how long until our end will arrive, but right now, I will not hesitate to spend all of our precious time together. I want to protect you. I will do everything I can to keep on saving you, even if I have to give my life.”

He drives the final nail onto his words, “I like you. I like you far too much, that if I don't see you anymore, then I will never know what to do.”

A confession. Lee was never this honest or upfront. It rattled you to the core, that a simple event made him change like this. Honest, upfront, intimate. But you only shook your head, the hold over him tightened.

“No,” you breathed out, “I can't lose you like that, Lee. I never want to lose you.”

“Save me all you want, but you know that I'll do the same,” you muttered, leaning to press your lips onto his cheeks, “But I won't only die for you. I will live for you.”

“I-”

“I like you, too, Lee. I like you that I would rather watch the world burn than to see you gone from me.”

In this very small space, you could hear his heartbeat echo alongside yours. His grip on your waist tightens, and you are leaving kisses on his face. There is a feeling that bubbles inside of you. You wanted to call him that word— something you've been craving to say that it aches too much in your mouth, asking to be confessed. But you already know that neither of you are ready to say it, nor accept it.

“Commandant-”

“Say my name, Lee,” your voice breaks, as your hands itch to wrap them around Lee, too touch-starved to care if this kind of intimacy breaks both of your boundaries, “I want to hear you say it.”

“[Y/N],” Lee's voice said your name so softly, that your heart flutters, “[Y/N],”

You've only heard Lee call your name with your title. But now, in the heat of this moment, as he calls your name, you never wanted anything more than to kiss him. Already leaning to close the missing gap, but you hesitate. You were really going to break all of the other boundaries you've both set for one another. So you lean away, slightly disappointed.

“[Y/N]?”

“I'm sorry, Lee.” A small pout on your lips, “I really...want to kiss you.”

“...I do, too.” You notice the pink in his cheeks grew darker, “...I want to kiss you. I want to do many things with you, [Y/N].”

Ah, a clear sign. One that makes your heart erupt with joy, one that made the grin on your face uncontrollable.

“Then, kiss me, Lee,” you said, cupping his cheeks, “I want you to kiss me.”

And he does. Your arms are wrapped on his shoulders, his lips on your waist. Closing the aching gap, that your bodies are pressed onto each other, it reminds you of the collision of stars— merging into one. Kissing Lee for the first time is soft, gentle, with a hint of neediness and satisfaction. One where the longer you've kissed, breaking away only to find a string of saliva on your lips, an unbearable need to kiss each other once more, that it deepens.

It distracts you, however— his hands tease along your bare thighs, fingers lightly tapping on your skin. You only move closer, his hands finding themselves wrapped on the back of your thighs.

“Lee,” you whispered, pulling away to find a string of saliva as you catch your breath, “can you touch me more, please? I want to know if this is real.”

“This is real,” he affirms, guiding your legs to wrap themselves on his hips, “...And I am touching you right now.”

He wastes no time kissing you again, one hand on your cheek, the other caressing your hips. Your hands, however putty, start to pull on his own clothes, finding where his buttons could be. Lee must have noticed it, when you breathe for air, he chuckles.

“Hyperreal isn't like my Entropy or Palefire, [Y/N]. Seems like I'll be the one taking them off, as you don't know where.”

“Such a tease,” you pout, “You should have asked Asimov to put some buttons or zipper somewhere to easily take off your clothes.”

“Well,” Lee coughs, “I honestly did not think that I would be making out with my Commandant in the future.”

It made you laugh loudly, fingers grazing his chin, “Cute. Well, I guess your prophecy skills are a bit too rusty, hm?”

“Mm,” Lee leans to brush his nose on the side of your face, “I did not forsee that an attractive girl like you would be on my lap right now, being so receptive and kind to me.”

The statement made you blush. “Cut it, and I thought you were the one who gets flustered easily.”

“Th-” Lee pulls away, revealing his adorable pout, paired with the raging blush on his cheeks, made you want to remember this sight forever, “That's because there is something wrong with my cooling system.”

“Even now on your new frame?”

He sighs. “I'm starting to think that it's not because of the cooling system...”

“Oh, you admit it now?”

“...Yeah,” he takes a strand of your hair in between his fingers, twiddling, “I think it's because of you, [Y/N].”

“Why is it my fault now?”

“You...” Lee pauses, before looking at you, “...you make me think of things to the point of overthinking. You keep overriding my logic, always skewing my predicted data.”

“I'm sorry?” Awkwardly applogizing, but Lee only laughs.

“Do you know what you're doing to me, [Y/N]?”

“Mm, no,” your hands play with Lee's hair, behind his ear, “Pray tell?”

“You skewer with the data because...you create scenarios in my M.I.N.D. You drive me insane to the point that I have to investigate the data, correct it again, so that it won't interfere with mine.”

“What kind of data tampering do I do, Lee?” You were teasing at this point, Lee's ears turning red, “Explain it more.”

“You...” He wanted to throw a retort, but your teasing is relentless, that he only looks deep in your eyes, “You make me think of things that I want to do with you, that only lovers do.”

There you go. Your stomach flutters at the thought that you both shared the same sentiments.

“What kind, Lee?” You dropped your voice into a whisper, leaning to his ear, “Can you show me?”

“No, I-”

“-Don't hold back on me. That's an order.”

Under the light of the dining room, Lee's cerulean eyes turn into a darker shade, a low growl on his throat. Not a moment later, he hoists you by your ass and carries you onto the table, large hands touching your bare thighs. His face was still dangerously close to yours, lips touching, but not enough to leave a kiss.

“I'm not sure if I can please you enough,” he whispered, “But God, I want to touch you, [Y/N].”

The desperation in his voice. The slight shaking in his hands. Eager lips waiting to kiss you over and over— what a perfect concoction to appease the growing greed that was brewing down there. You decided to close the gap, hoping it was enough to answer the question Lee asked.

“Touch me more, Lee,” you whined when you pulled away slightly, hands all over his chest, “I want you. I need you so much.”

Lee doesn't waste any time. He kisses you once more, before carrying you once more in his arms. You leave it up to him, as he carries you back to your room, albeit clumsily as you feel yourself gently be squished in between the walls as he fumbles with the direction. But you don't mind, not when the kiss becomes fervent enough, tongue dipping to taste Lee's, to taste where you could reach. Your whines grow louder when you feel yourself lowered onto the soft surface— the bed— and the click of the door shut.

When you opened your eyes, Lee was already in the middle of taking off his upper clothes, revealing bionic skin in his shade, a glowing mark in the middle of his chest. Nevermind the way his arms looked, but the sight as he slowly undressed himself was enough to make your mouth (and probably your private area) water.

“Do you like the view?” Lee teases. Mindlessly, you nodded.

“Pretty...” you dawdled, admiring the glowing mark on his chest, “you're so pretty, Lee...”

“You should see yourself, [Y/N].”

Grasping to touch yourself, you realized that the shirt you were wearing was already raised to your tummy, revealing your panties. You didn't know what you looked like, really. But you trust Lee.

“I can't,” you smugly smiled, “Mind telling me what I look like now, Lee?”

As soon as he was finished in taking off his upper clothing, he leaned down, caging you in between his buff body. “Beautiful,” he said, thumb caressing your lips, “You look so delectable.”

Kissing you once more. Heat settles in between your pressed bodies, incessant hands reaching where they could. Gently, Lee's lips kissed your jaw, trailing to your ear. Softly, slow hands fiddling with the hem of his— now yours— shirt, teasing by the dip of your stomach. Butterfly kisses along your neck, nibbling so little, in a place where only Lee can see. A primal need gnawed at your heart; perhaps Lee's mark could be enough to satiate the need, right?

You craned your neck to him, muttering, “More, please.”

Hesitation sits where his lips were, short breaths fanning it. “Are you...are you sure?”

“Please,” your pleas somehow sound like a breathless moan, “We have two weeks to be here, right?”

You didn't see what his expression looked like, but he seemed convinced, teeth grazing on one particular spot that made you moan. And Lee devilishly nibbles on it.

“As you wish then, Commandant.”

Ah, the title again. You wanted to answer back, but Lee seemed to know where your weak spots were, with you writhing from pleasure. After the assault on your neck, his trail of kisses paused as he lifted off your shirt, revealing your breasts in their naked glory. Shimmying out of the shirt, you felt embarrassed already, covering yourself, in nothing but your underwear.

But Lee only held your hips, “Let me see you, [Y/N].”

“I-I don't think I have the best body, y'know,” you admitted, looking away, “It might not be perfect.”

Lee doesn't say a word. Taking your hands, he looks at you, before bringing it to his lips.

“[Y/N], look at me,” you do, mouth shut, “Tell me what you think of these hands?”

“Um,” you ponder for a moment, “For patting you?”

He smiles a bit, before kissing the back of your hands. “They can be used like that. But these are gentle hands, ones that use weapons to protect her comrades.”

He begins to trail kisses again, on your arms, to your shoulders, to your neck. You softly moaned as he kissed the side of your head, hearing him say, “Your arms are strong enough to carry your teammates, shouldering your strength that helps those you've always wanted to reach.”

“You're incredible, [Y/N],” he purred, kissing your clavicle, kissing you all the way, in between the valley of your breasts, “You are so beautiful, so powerful.”

Kissing and kissing your breasts, fondling them with care. You cry out his name from the sensitivity, the fluttering feelings all around you. He doesn't break eye contact as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, and playing with the other.

Your mouth is a chorus, now— babbles of "Lee, Lee", "more, please", that the way he caged you perfectly in between his legs, you couldn't help but drown in the way he's holding you.

A while later, his lips travel to your stomach, your waist, a teasing little kiss on your hips— hoisting your legs up to his broad shoulders. He looks at you, as if asking you to not look away.

“[Y/N],” his voice sounds so sultry, mesmerizing you, “You may think that you're not perfect, but to me, you've always been so...holy, divine.”

Lee pressed a kiss to your ankles, to your legs, your knees, “I could worship you forever like this,” a few more kisses on the back of your legs- “I'll do this just so you know how much I adore you.”

How intimate, how devoted your Lee was— with your legs so close to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat thrumming. It was beating so loud like yours, a perfect mirror that rumbled in every part of your body, pulsating with so much want and need, that it made you want to pull him closer.

“Lee,” you moaned, feeling his lips slowly kiss your knees, trailing to the inside of your thighs, “Lee,”

“I'm right here,” He pressed a kiss to your weeping, clothed cunt, sending a jolt throughout your body, “Let me hear you more, my [Y/N]. Don't cover your mouth.”

You don't. Not when he sucks your clothed cunt with such vigor, your back arching for him. Your hands find themselves seeking respite in his hair, as he pulls down your soaked underwear, agonizingly slow. Wiggling out of it, you peered down to look at Lee, nearly drooling at the way your pussy was displayed all for him. You felt yourself dripping with want.

“God,” Lee groaned, a mix of a breathless moan and sigh, his fingers experimentally rubbing your labia, “You're even so beautiful down here, my [Y/N].”

You moaned at his words, hole clenching around nothing. You've touched yourself down there on fairly lonely nights, wishing it was Lee's hands instead of your own. But right now, as he rubs your slit with your slick, how lewdly your own mouth betrayed you, you may as well wish those lonely nights won't return, as the real thing was far better than your imagination.

“Lee, stop teasing,” you whined, “Touch me more.”

“I am already doing that,” he said, “Do you not feel it?”

“Well, honestly, with the way you're- nngh-”

He licked a long stripe on your slit, causing you to moan out loud. Hearing your reaction, Lee licks the same spot once more, making you twitch. But his hands are faster, holding your hips.

“Delectable,” He said, licking his lips, “I want to taste more.”

His lips latch onto your peeking clit, lapping at you like a starved man. It's messy, yet so hot— fingers prodding your hole, Lee's mouth on your needy pussy. You've lost all common sense at this point, fingers grasping tightly on his hair, babbling senselessly for Lee, tears crying as he works you out of your climax. You badly wish it wasn't a dream; your fingers could no longer do justice to the way Lee was taking you right now. It doesn't take any longer, though— you tried to warn Lee, but you came so unexpectedly, squirting uncontrollably with a loud cry of Lee's name.

You tread the wonders of your high, shaking with ultimate pleasure, as Lee dutifully coaxed out your juices, licking you clean. When you've come down, you've noticed Lee hovering above you, cerulean eyes still clouded with lust, yet with appreciation.

“That's it,” he cooed, fingers brushing away the hair that covered your face, “you're so amazing, my [Y/N].”

You moaned as he leaned down to kiss you, hands wrapped to cradle you, and you could taste yourself, cum and slick, on his lips. But you never minded that— let alone how hot it felt.

“Do you still want to do this?” Lee asked, looking at you with concern, “We can call it a day when you're overwhelmed.”

“No,” you said, pulling him closer, “We're past the point of no return. Besides...”

Placing a hand on his cheek, to which he leaned, you spoke, “I want you to be my first, Lee.”

He freezes. Looking up, he muttered, “A-are you sure? I don't want you to regret it.”

“I will never mind if it's you.” You smiled, “If anything, I want to give it all to you. I...adore you far too much. You'll only make my wishes come true.”

Lee thought for a moment, before looking back at you. “We're the same, then.”

Swiftly taking off his boxers, Lee's cock stands tall and proud, bouncing off to his stomach. You marveled at the sight, mouth-watering once more. You reached out to wrap your hands around the shaft, causing Lee to moan.

“Pretty,” you massaged the shaft, smearing the tip that had his pre-cum, “you're so big, too.”

Tall and long, and you feared he'd be too big to fit inside of you. It was veiny, with the fat mushroom tip with a lot of pre-cum. You wanted to put him in your mouth to return the favor, but with your cunt crying out loud of his cock, you wanted nothing more but to ask him to bury himself inside of you.

Lee looked like he could cum from your touch alone. But he doesn't want to— no, he had to be inside of you. He swallows his moans down, but the longer you jerk him, whiny groans and whimpering began to overwhelm him.

“Let me- hah,” Lee steals one last kiss on your cheek, before preparing to align himself to take your maidenhead, “I want you, [Y/N].”

“And I need you, Lee.” You cupped his cheek, whining as you felt his tip catch your clit, cock rubbing your drenched pussy, “I need you inside of me.”

Lee helps himself, guiding his cock in. You moaned out loud as you felt the tip prod your quivering hole, hands tightly grabbing onto his shoulders. Lee immediately holds your hips, a few shallow thrusts to help you accommodate his size. Your mouth slips out moans, eyes rolling back as half of his cock is already inside of you. But God, did you already feel so full, brushing a soft spot inside of you.

“[Y/N],” Lee stutters, heavily sigh that became a moan, “You feel so t-tight, hah,”

“Lee,” you cried out as he thrusted shallowly, weakly pulling his arm, “you're so big...”

“Shh, I'm sorry, I'm almost there,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your lips, “A little bit more.”

You scream his name as Lee finally bottoms out, triggering your second orgasm. Lee could only moan as he grasped your hips, groaning at the way you tightened, squeezing him without mercy. But he still rubs your hips, easing you back to reality.

“Fuck,” Blurring out, but hearing him curse, made you involuntarily clench around him, “You're not only tight, but you're nearly killing me here.”

“S-sorry,”

Lee only thrusts into you as an answer. Squeaking from the sensitivity, you tried to reason out, but failed as Lee chuckled.

“It's not your fault, [Y/N]. I guess it means I'm good, hm?”

Bastard. Still so cocky. You pouted, “You are mean.”

“And you're so pretty.”

Lee resumed thrusting in and out of you, the recoil making your breasts bounce. One hand holds your hips, the other on your hand, taking them to his lips. As pleasure starts to build despite your sensitivity, you somehow recognize the gravity of the situation: Lee's smell, your nearly-fucked out senses, the creak of your bed, and the way he was still making love to you, your virginities now given to each other. Lee fucks into you just right, the cock hitting all of the spots that made you babble. Everything was overwhelmingly good, that you arched off of the bed, his cock hitting inside of you deeper.

“Lee,” you cried out, “Lee, God,”

“I'm here,” he leaned to you, “I'm here.”

You never wanted this moment to end. You forget your responsibilities, you forget the war— even just for a moment, everything was perfect for the both of you. As Lee settles your legs in his shoulders, the intense feeling is knotting at the bottom of your stomach, waiting to snap.

“[Y/N],” Lee cooed, “Are you going to come?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, “I wanna come with you-”

“I'm almost there,” as if adhering to your needs, Lee slips his fingers to your clit, rubbing it, “You can do it.”

Your climax really is coming, alongside Lee's. But before the knot snaps, you realize that Lee is still speaking.

“[Y/N],” in between moans and your whining, Lee gripped your hands, cerulean eyes glimmering. “My [Y/N]-”

“-I love you.”

You teetered so close to the edge that you couldn't process his words. But it was enough to reach your climax. Writhing, you felt yourself be filled with something down there, you and Lee moaning each other's names. He rests his head in between your shoulders. And you were perfectly content with the weight on top of you.

It takes you a few moments to process it. In between catching breaths, his hair in your fingers, your other hand fiddling with his own, the message seems clear.

“Are you okay?” Lee asked as soon as he was back on top of you, still sheathed inside of you, “Did I hurt you?”

“No...” Your eyes must be glimmering like his, as your tears began to blur your vision, “What a charming man you are, Lee.”

Lee understood, but he still feigned ignorance. “Hm? How so.”

Pressing your hands flat on his chest, you felt his heartbeat, slowing down to a normal one, and it made you wish that you could stay like that forever.

“I love you, too, Lee.” These were words you've longed to say after all. “I will always love you.”

Lee only smiled, cheeks tinted in the bright shade of pink, “...I'm glad you heard that, then, my [Y/N].”

How funny that the ride home seemed silent. But the words were far better spoken out loud in the end.

BONUS:

“Lee! Commandant! We're back!”

The sound of the door opening at the Gray Raven lounge reverberates. Two figures emerge inside, carrying a bag full of ingredients.

“Lee?” Liv asked, looking around, “Where is he?”

“It's unlike him to leave so abruptly.” Lucia shrugged, “Let's check on the Commandant.”

Leaving the bag on the table, Liv and Lucia trotted to the Commadant's room, finding two figures sleeping next to each other.

“Oh,” Lucia whispered, beckoning Liv to be silent, “They're here. Lee's sleeping next to the Commandant.”

“I see...” Liv looks around to find clothes all over the floor. “Did someone break in? Why is the floor messy?”

“I don't know. Lee was probably trying to dress the Commandant.”

“I noticed the plates were also unwashed. Did the Commandant already wake up?”

“We'll just ask later when Lee's awake.”

When the door of the Commandant's room finally closed, a loud slap could be heard.

“Ow, [Y/N]-”

“I am never going to go out of this room.” You sighed in embarrassment, remembering that the hickies on your neck are very visible, and you're probably aware that you couldn't walk. “I'm screwed.”

“We just did.”

“Lee!”

— starry

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr commandant #pgr global #pgr lee #pgr hyperreal #lee brainrot because I HAVE HIMMMM

[zodiacs-web]

Colors Of Time

╰₊✧ Hobie Brown x Gn!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: The things you do with Hobie when he visits

╰₊✧ What's in the web: Fluff, relationship is ambiguous

╰₊✧ A/n: I did actually take my time to edit. Please tell me if I made any mistakes, my computer often doesn't pick up on it and neither do I. Anyway, early gift for my return.

Often, when Hobie comes over late at night, his footsteps and the sound of the portal are the first things to wake you up. You've aligned your schedules so that he can come visit you on your day off. Meaning that he comes late just to spend a little more time with you.

Your head turns to the door, squinting at him as he stands there for a full minute. God, he always does this. You playfully roll your eyes before plopping your head back onto the pillow. He finally moves. The bed is dipping at your feet. With your eyes shut, you hear him kick off his boots, change into different clothes, and then shuffle towards the empty side of the bed before climbing in next to you.

You open your eyes to find him looking at you, not a noise is made before you're turning over once more. You feel his hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer as he lets out a breathy laugh. You found it strange that he just lets his hair collide with the pillow, knowing he'll regret it later.

This guy...

Suddenly, you're awoken to the feeling of hands detaching from you, with the bed eventually shifting back into place. Your eyes slowly lift open, watching as his figure goes out into the other rooms. You weakly turn to your side before pushing yourself up. You sit there for a few minutes, staring at the wall until the sound of sizzling gathers your attention.

Ah, breakfast... I forgot about that...

Usually, it'd be you who would make breakfast, waking up early to get enough food set for the both of you. What a day to see him actually getting up early. You sigh before pushing yourself up and walking over to the kitchen. You find him shoving eggs onto a plate next to waffles. How long were you staring at that wall?

You can't help but notice the clothes he's wearing, it's an old pair of pajama pants and a cool de-saturated green shirt. You bought them online, not knowing they'd be a bit too long on you. He hands you the plate before twisting you towards the table, a gentle push placed onto your back.

The eggs were soft and creamy, always cooked to perfection. The waffles had a crisp to them on the outside while the inside had a soft and fluffy texture while syrup coated them. You loved it when he made breakfast it was a rare delight but a wonderful one indeed. When you're finished, the plates are often left untouched in the sink. You hated doing dishes, and so did he.

A task often left for future you.

You and he return to the bedroom. You grab clothes to change into later, while he picks up the clothes he threw on the floor last night. He only changes while you shower. When you get out, you quickly put on lotion and change, rushing to the best part.

He grabs a stool from the kitchen and places it in front of the mirror. With the blow dryer in hand, he releases your hair from the towel with the other. He gently runs a comb through your hair while warm air is flowing through your scalp, soothing every part of you. He often helps you do your hair, but today, you'll let it do whatever it pleases.

Eventually, you both end up on the balcony, you watching down on people with him reading a book from your world. You look over at him with his hair seemingly messed up from the pillow. It has been at least two hours since you last woke up, and he has not bothered to fix it.

"So, you're not going to fix it?" You question him.

"I think it's fine, I didn't move much anyway," He inquires.

"Liar,"

"I'm not lyin' I barely moved at all,"

"Yeah, and I'm a god visiting earth,"

You both only stare at each other before he sighs.

"Maybe I did move."

"You...!!"

#zodiac's web #im going to bed #goodnight #*proceeds to explode and die* #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #atsv

[nyanashima]

Breakfast in Bed (Undateables Edition)

finally finishing this ask!! the brothers version is right here

Content warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and domesticity

Diavolo 

Diavolo has a busy schedule, so he can’t afford to lounge in bed often. Because of this, he only really has breakfast in bed when he’s sick.

When you bring him breakfast, he tips his head in confusion. You’ll have to explain to him that sometimes people do this for their loved ones, just because.

Once you do, he lights up. What a sweet gesture!

He’ll ask you to sit with him, and he makes sure you’ve eaten before he starts. He’d be more than happy to share with you either way.

Loves whatever you made, even if it’s burnt toast and a rock-solid egg. You went out of your way (and likely fought Barbatos) to do something nice for him. To say Dia’s soft is a massive understatement.

“Come to think of it, I believe my father mentioned doing this for my mother once… I never thought I would get to experience it myself. Thank you, MC. You truly make this castle feel more like a home.”

Barbatos 

Much like Lucifer, Barbatos is up at the crack of dawn. You’ll have to be up real early to catch him still in bed.

This right here is an ‘acts of service’ man. Most of his life is about making others’ days easier, and he takes pride in it. Needless to say, it’s rare for him to be on the receiving end of such treatment.

At first, he’s a little uncomfortable because he’s not used to people seeing him in such a state. He’s in his pj’s, with bed head and drool on his pillow– yes, he is not as graceful a sleeper as one might think.

But then you sit on his bed, smiling and lovingly fixing some stray hairs, looking at him like he’s the world? Lord, he might just faint.

Maybe a little vulnerability is fine, actually, for the sake of love and domesticity.

Barbatos cups your cheek and pulls you down to kiss your forehead. His smile is unpolished, wide, and genuine.

“Thank you, my dear. It smells wonderful… May I be selfish and ask you to stay with me a while?”

Solomon

Bold of you to assume he even went to bed

Solomon is asleep at his desk when you find him, drooling on an old spellbook.

Extremely disoriented when you wake him up. He takes a minute to fully understand his surroundings, doing half-hearted stretches.

Once he’s somewhat conscious, he gives you a dopey grin and takes your hand with his eyes half-closed. You can see him mouth the word “morning,” but no sound comes out.

His mouth makes a little “o” when he sees what you made for him. He turns to you with wide, soft eyes– he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you says “really?”

He’s not blinking back tears you’re imagining things

Solo’s too sleepy to hide how he really feels. He tugs gently on your shirt to get you to lean down and plants a little kiss wherever he can reach. His voice is soft and slightly raspy from sleep.

“Thank you, MC… Let me wake up a little more, and I’ll return the favour.”

Simeon

Luke helped you cook whether you like it or not

Simeon wakes up once your side of the bed goes cold. He feels around for you and sits up when he realises you’re gone.

Shortly after, you and Luke waltz in with a tray, giggling at one another. Simeon feels Cupid’s arrow pierce his heart again, right then and there.

A rush of warmth fills his chest. Despite already being in a comfortable relationship with you, his stomach is in knots. Is this what having your own family is like?

His expression is the epitome of tenderness.

“Thank you, both of you. You know, MC, sometimes I think you’d make a good angel yourself.”

Luke 

Luke is thrilled when he finds out you packed his lunch.

Despite his insistence that he’s not a kid and can make his own, there are stars in his eyes when you hand it to him. 

The little man handles the container like glass while vibrating from excitement.

A picture of your cooking gets sent to Simeon and Barbatos later that day (NOT Solomon, lest he gets any ideas).

The next day, Luke packs you one in return and asks you to teach him some human-world recipes.

“Thank you so much!! Don’t pack a lunch tomorrow, okay? I want to make you something too!”

#obey me headcanons #obey me barbie #obey me undateables #obey me nowdateables #obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #dia obey me #obey me dia #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me barb #om simeon #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #simeon #omswd simeon #luke obey me #obey me luke #undateables headcanons

[starcrossedxwriter]

Built for Love Part 2 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

Warning: angstttttt

A/n: Enjoy! This hasn't been edited thoroughly so apologies in advance for typos!

Word Count: 3.5k

Charlotte’s chest heaved lightly as she finished her run, her music blaring loudly in her headphones. She savored the ache in her muscles, the painful stitch in her side that had been there since mile 3, the hard concrete slamming into her feet with every step, the brutal cold wind hitting her face. 

She almost did not want to stop when she rounded the corner to her temporary apartment building. However, she had exceeded her usual distance so she knew she needed to. However, she was shocked at what she found waiting at her door. 

Her eyes grew wide as she saw Michael standing outside her apartment building, coffee and a brown bag gripped in his gloved hands. 

“M-Michael?” She called, catching his attention. Her breaths and words were labored as she jogged over to him. “W-hat… are you… doing here?” 

“Damn girl, you training to be a boxer too or trying to outrun something? Looks like you’re about to drop dead.” 

She laughed, coughing lightly. “I f-feel like it. Ran six miles.” 

His eyes bugged out of his head. “That’s insane.” 

She shrugged and laughed lightly, “You might be right about that… but you didn’t come all the way over here to judge me for my running habits. What’s up?” 

He nodded. “Ah. right. I come bearing your favorites… your favorite bacon, egg and cheese bagel from down the street and a chai with one shot of espresso and an extra pump of chai.” He raised the bag and coffee in his hands with his perfect award-winning boyish grin that made her want to go weak in the knees. 

“Well done, Mr. Jordan.” She could not hide the hint of surprise in her voice as she took the warm drink out of the holder and took a sip, warmth spreading through her body. “It is quite literally perfect. How’d you figure out my chai order?” 

He laughed. “You have one like every single morning.” 

“Touche. J-just didn't realize you noticed,” she smiled. She gestured toward the door. “Wanna get out of the cold?” 

At his nods, she led him inside and up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door and allowed him inside. 

“Let me just throw on a different top? This one is drenched. Give me a sec.” She started to take off the thick sweatshirt she had on and ran back to her room, leaving Michael alone in her kitchen. 

He glanced around, his first time in her apartment. The decor was warm, soft pinks and golds accented her neutral standard furniture throughout her living space. He spied a couple family photos littered across the space, he imagined to make the space feel more like home. She clearly took time to make the temporary space feel like a home. He took note of two bouquets of calla lilies on her counter and living room table. 

“Alright, sorry about that. I sweat like crazy when I run… it is pretty gross,” she muttered as she walked over to her counter and grabbed a few plates for them. 

“I didn’t know you were a runner.” 

“Yea,  I run a couple miles every morning.” 

“Oh nice. You do marathons too?” 

She shook her head and chuckled, “Nope. Just to decompress. When I moved out to LA, my thera- friend recommended I get a hobby. My brother’s the marathon runner so he introduced me to his favorite running trails. Got me out of bed and out of my own head honestly.” 

She walked over to her fridge. With her back turned, she could not see the way Michael’s eyes filled with lust as he took in her perfect ass and figure in her leggings and crop top. 

There were moments were he wondered if the young woman in front of him had magical powers. Her looks and talents were other worldly in his view, no woman even looked remotely attractive to him since she walked into that room for their chemistry test. However, it was not just lust. He craved her, craved everything about her, noticed everything about her. There was not a subject in his mind that did not somehow drift back to her. She consumed his very being in such a way that it could only be witchcraft… or something else he had never felt before. If this was love, part of him feared it, feared how much power she already held in his life and did not even know it.

“Nice… I gotta get a couple miles in tomorrow, keep up the training. Why don’t we run together?” 

“I dunno… not sure you’ll be able to keep up,” she teased, winking at him as she handed him a water bottle.

“Ha. ha. ha. We’ll see whose talking shit tomorrow.” 

She settled next to him, unwrapping her breakfast sandwich and taking a bite. She did a small happy dance as the flavors hit her taste buds. 

“I think I’m gonna miss this the most when it’s all said and done,” she mused as they ate. “And not that I’m not insanely appreciative of the breakfast and latte delivery, what made you stop by?” 

She studied his profile for a moment. This was the first time they spent real alone time together since the kiss over the weekend. She had avoided him like the plague unless they were actively working on a scene. She could tell he often wanted to speak to her. He was the type to wear his emotions plainly on his face. However, she chose to remain oblivious and used any excuse to avoid being alone with him. She knew it was childish… and unfair. But she did not know what to say to him. 

She knew her heart’s desires. She wanted him in every possible way she could have him. But her head, the voice of reason that still questioned her gut and intuition, threw water and doubt on the raging flames of her desires. And her body, trapped between her present and constant yearnings for him and the traumas of the past, rode the fence like a devil’s advocate. One minute, her body craved him like a dying dehydrated woman craves water. But the next, she repelled him as all of her past shit haunted her like a menacing ghost. Each part of her played an intense and exhausting game of tug-a-war and none of them were winning. 

And she hated it. But she knew she did not have anything better to give him. 

“You caught me. I was hoping your favorite breakfast would be a sort of olive branch? I didn’t want to bring it up on set cause you know, we’re working and I don’t want to make it uncomfortable for you. But I know you’ve been avoiding me and I just want to clear the air so we can be good again.”

Charlotte nervously chuckled, “Nah I haven’t.” He raised an eyebrow causing her to bow her head. “Alright… maybe I have. I-I just feel r-really embarrassed by the other night. C-coming on to you like that. Got caught up in the character I guess. I mean,” she cleared her throat, eyeing him nervously. “W-we are just friends, right?” 

 Michael studied her for a moment, his eyes taking in the nervous energy that immediately settled around the young woman. Her whole body seemed to fidget as she waited for his response, she chewed her lip, her fingers pulled at a loose thread in her top, and her leg jiggled up and down against her bar stool. He could physically see the tension building throughout her shoulders. 

He wanted to push, let her know that he did not want her apologizes or embarrassment. He wanted to know her true feelings for him and why she kept him at bay. However, something stopped him. While he was not completely certain of her feelings, he was certain of one thing: her walls and guard were up. And there was no hope of forcing them down. She would have to let them down and let him in when she was ready. And for him, she was more than worth the wait. 

His head fell a bit as he opted for a response that was not his true feelings but satisfied what she needed to hear. “No apologies, seriously. We wouldn’t be the first folks to you know… get caught up in the moment. All good seriously. I j-just wanted to say the same. We cool?” 

Charlotte nodded, an odd wave of relief and sadness crashing over her. This was what she wanted right? What she pushed for? So why did it still feel so… shitty?

“Y-yea we’re good. How could I have beef with someone who brings me a perfect chai and my favorite breakfast??” She nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime. Aight. I gotta go, gotta get to set in half an hour. Just wanted to drop off breakfast and check in. Talk later?” 

She nodded, standing to walk him to her door. They shared a brief hug before he crossed over the threshold of her apartment. 

“Yep, talk later. Thanks again for the breakfast delivery.” 

He nodded, offering her a smile. “Enjoy your day off, Els.” 

She waved at him and watched his back retreat for a moment before she closed her door. She slumped against it and glanced at her half eaten sandwich and drink, another example of his attentiveness and kindness. This only made her like him even more. 

“This man… gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” she muttered to herself before returning to finish her breakfast.

***

3 weeks later 

“You good?” 

Michael’s voice filled Charlotte’s ears as she flopped down next to him on a comfy couch in the corner. Her cup was filled with a margarita, she was not ashamed to admit she had lost count of the amount by this point. But she did not care. She survived her first movie and they were enjoying the official wrap party for the film. She deserved a night of liquor and good times. 

“Y-yea, yea,” she leaned over and yelled into his ear. “My feet are just killing me in these boots.” She gestured to the very fashionable but not functional deep purple velvet thigh highs she was supporting with a black mini dress. 

Michael’s eyes trailed the smooth chestnut skin on display between the hem of her dress and the top of her boots. He was nearly rendered speechless when she walked through the door. 

“No pain, no gain, right?” 

She nodded and raised her glass, clinking against his. She slumped back into the seat, their bodies inching closer and closer together as they sat. Neither of them seemed to even notice, they just drifted together as if that was the only logical choice, the only thing their bodies could naturally do. 

Charlotte was happy filming was over but it meant she would not have a reason to spend time with Michael each day. And she could not deny that that knowledge made her a bit sad. Despite the kiss snafu, they had grown extremely close over the last three months. They had started running together, the friendly competition forcing them both to train harder; they hung out when they had evenings off, watching movies in Michael's apartment; and they hung out nonstop on set. He was a regular staple in her life and all of that would be gone. She knew she needed distance to put these feelings behind her but she was not ready to say goodbye just yet.

Charlotte’s shoulders swayed gently to the music, her eyes watching many in the cast and crew who were out on the dance floor. 

Michael watched her before taking a last swig from his drink and standing up. 

“One last dance before we put Bianca and Adonis to rest?” He held out his hand. She knew she should say no. This was merely courting bad decisions. 

She knew he could never see her the way she saw him. He deserved someone far better than her. However, she could not deny the part of her that wanted to be close to him physically and emotionally, certainly closer than they were at this moment.  A decision that would likely lead her to ruin, she was sure, but the alcohol coursing through her system pushed the hesitations from her mind. For the first time in a long time, Charlotte chose to give in to her true desires, give in to her heart. And her heart wanted to be in his arms, even if it was fleeting. 

She stood up and slid her hand into his, a smirk on her face as she took in the surprised look on his. It was clear he was expecting her to say no or at least hesitate. But she did neither. 

She discarded her drink on their table and followed him out to the crowd, the song switching to a slower selection. That did nothing to stop either of them, Michael turning her around so her back was to him. His hands gripped her hips as she slow grinned into him, both of them allowing the music to guide their movements. 

Charlotte pushed all her inhibitions and fears out of her mind as she enjoyed the feeling of his body on hers. And enjoyed it for the first time as herself - not a fictional woman in love his character. This was as intimate and close as she had been with any man in years. She enjoyed the way his hand gripped her skin, the way the other trailed up and down the exposed skin of her thigh sensually, the feeling of his broad chest against her back. 

For both of them, this was perfection. Neither one of them cared or noticed the cast and crew ogling their intimate moment. The rest of the world seemed to disappear and fade, it was just the two of them in their own little world. 

Their dancing only stopped as Michael used his grip to turn her around so she faced him. His hand went to the small of her back as he held her flush against his chest. Charlotte almost wanted to look away as she took in the intensity in his eyes. She could see the lust, his desires for her clear as day. But they were mixed with something else, something she could not quite place. 

Desire and yearning passed between them as they stared at each other in the dim club. Their bodies left no space for God or any other deity to fit between them. Michael’s hand cupped her face, holding her gaze to his, as he lowered his lips to hers. 

“Michael…” she whimpered. Whether it was intended to urge him to pause or beckon him forward, he did not know and quite frankly, neither did she. 

However, when their lips met, she had no intention of telling him to stop. It was somehow both everything and nothing like she remembered. Still perfect, still gentle but there was a more intense hunger to it. As if three months of feelings buried and avoided were finally surfacing for them both and they were trying to cram all of it into one kiss. As if this one kiss could say everything that needed to be said.

She savored every millisecond that his lips were on hers, that his hands were on her body, and that she felt the intimacy she had been deprived of for far too many years. 

When they finally broke apart, Charlotte felt flustered and out of breath. She stared at him for a moment before reality set in for her and all those hesitations came rushing back. 

His thumb caressed her cheek as he whispered in her ear. “It’s not the characters for me, Els. It never was… I want you.” 

Her body stilled as she took in his words. His words sent her inebriated and flustered mind into an immediate tailspin, spinning out of control as all those hesitations she pushed aside resurfaced. And though, all she wanted to say was “I want you too,” the words were lodged in her throat. Her own doubts not allowing them to surface. She had fallen into the sea of him but she did not feel worthy of such gentle waters. And every thought circulating through her mind seemed to confirm that feeling.  

He’s lying, a harsh voice entered her brain. He can’t mean that. You’re just a cheap score for him, another notch in his belt. 

He’ll toss you aside like trash the moment he’s done with you. 

As if anyone would actually want you. 

Charlotte pushed against his chest, creating space between the two of them as she rapidly shook her head. 

“U-Um… I a-am… I’m so sorry. I gotta go.” Her words were rushed and flustered as she ran out of the crowded club, weaving and pushing her way through the crowd to get out. 

Her hand pressed into her chest as it started to tighten as if she was about to have a panic attack. Her breathing was labored as she finally found a random door and pushed her way outside, the cold Philly air hitting her. 

She leaned against the wall of a dim alley, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself down. She was so wrapped up in her own head that she did not hear the door open until he started calling her name. 

“Els! Els!” 

She immediately tried to walk away from him until she heard him again. 

“CHARLOTTE! Stop walkin’!” He demanded, stopping her in her tracks. 

She turned around, an exasperated and pained look painted on her face. “What??” 

“You gotta level with me, Charlotte. Tell me what’s wrong? Is it somethin’ I did o-or said?? Because you can’t experience what we just did,” he gestured back toward the party, which was still in full swing, “And tell me that there is nothing between us! O-or that is just our characters or some shit. Be honest with me. What's goin' on?” 

Charlotte paced as he spoke, her hand running through her faux locs as she tried to calm her mind enough to speak to him. However, she knew she could not give him the answers he sought, not in this drunken and emotional state. 

“I-I just can’t do this, Michael.” Her hand waved between the two of them. “So p-please j-just drop it!” 

“W-why can’t you do it?? What I feel when I’m with you,” he offered, closing the distance between them and causing Charlotte to back up against the wall. “Is unlike anything else I’ve experienced in my entire life. Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same. Say it and I’ll walk away, I swear. And I’ll never bring it up again. But you need to say it, Charlotte. You need to tell me you don't want me.” 

Charlotte’s brown eyes met his and she tried, tried to force the words she so desperately needed to say from her soul but she could not. Because those words would be a lie. She needed him like her body needed air to breath. But she also could not bring herself to say that either. Both roads led her to destinations her soul was simply not ready for, lead her to potential heartbreak she could not handle again. And so her vocal cords just seemed to refuse to work.

“I-I…” she struggled. “S-stop doing this to me,” she whispered. “Please, I-I can’t take it.” 

He scoffed, his frustration with the small woman before him getting the better of him. 

“Doing what? Loving you? W-wanting to be with you??” 

Her eyes grew wide as the word ‘love’ hit her like a train. 

“That! Y-You don’t l-love me! You c-can’t! A-and you shouldn’t. I-I’m doing you a favor.” she nodded to herself as if she were convincing herself and him. “I d-don’t d-deserve you.” Her voice grew small as all of his words came back to haunt her. It did not feel as though two years had passed. It felt as if he was standing right beside her still whispering the same things in her ear. 

She could hear his voice taunting her, calling her worthless, telling her that no one could ever love someone like her and that they would discard her the moment they realized what she truly was. His refrains reminding her that she did not deserve love rang loudly in her ears, drowning out any and everything Michael said to her. 

A flash of pain crossed Michael’s face as he took in her words. How could she think that? Or say that about herself? He could visibly see her folding in on herself, her guards raising higher and higher than he could hope to climb in one night. 

“Els… look at me, please,”she heard the desperation in his voice, this was the most vulnerable she had ever heard him. However, her ironclad resolve would not allow her to lift her eyes from the ground. She had to do this, for both of their sakes. 

“Y-You d-deserve better t-than me. Y-You don’t want me,” she whispered, her voice sounding lifeless and robotic as if she were regurgitating words someone else supplied to her, repeating a script she barely believed herself but had to sell anyway. 

Michael felt his heart splinter a bit. He supposed it truly was love because no woman had broken his heart quite like this either. His head fell as an air of defeat settled around him.

“You’re breakin’ my heart, Els,” he whispered to her before taking several steps back from her. 

She sniffled and hastily wiped a stray tear that started to fall down her face. 

“I-I’m protecting mine. No one else is going to,” she whispered back. “Goodbye, M-Michael,” her voice broke ever so slightly as she choked back a sob. She tore herself away from the wall and rushed away from him and a dream she knew could never be a reality. 

Before she knew it, she found herself at her front door. The beautiful bouquet of flowers she found at her doorstep could not even raise her spirits or stop the tears that were starting to fall. She picked them up off the floor and fumbled with her key until she was inside her apartment. 

She leaned against the counter, her hands trembling as she picked up the card nestled between a large bouquet of white roses and white calla lilies, her favorite flower. 

A tear fell as she immediately guessed who they were likely from. 

“Fucking perfect timing,” she muttered as she pulled the card out of its small envelope and read it silently. 

Els, 

Thank you for being my better half for the last three months. Whether it’s loving a flawed boxer or wine and movie nights on the couch - on screen and off, you’re the best partner I could ever have. First movie down… I know there are many more together to go.  

Love,

Bakari

She read it a couple more times, her heart slowly shattering piece by piece as a wave of sobs hit her. She leaned into her counter as she sobbed, her head falling into her hands. 

As she sobbed, she could not help but replay her last conversation and kiss with Michael over and over again. A small voice kept telling her she did the right thing. However, all she felt as she finally drifted off to sleep was regret. 

Cold and lonely regret. 

Part 3

Tag List: @certifiedlesbianbaddie @bangtanxmegan @reelwriter19 @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @msniaimani @hi888888sworld @lynaye1993

A/N: ummm… don't hate me!! lol

#black writers #michael b jordan fanfic #michael b jordan x reader #black panther #michael b jordan smut #mbjedit #creed 3 #adonis creed #erik killmonger #black Panther #michael b jordan #Michael b Jordan x oc #michael b jordan x oc #mbjordanedit #creed iii

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Mementos

Harry Potter lived a simple life. He had one of those tiny houses without a lot of fuss. He traveled a lot but he didn’t bring back souvenirs for himself apart from a picture here or there.

Pictures were, in fact, the closest he got to keeping things, but even then the pictures had just been uploaded to one of those odd muggle frames that rotated images through. Draco didn't entirely understand how it worked, but he always got a pleasant swooping sensation in the pit of his stomach when one of the two of them (or even one of just Draco) appeared in the frame.

Draco, on the other hand, saved everything. He had the ticket stub from the first show at a cinema that Harry had ever taken him to. The petals of a rose given to him on their first date were pressed into the first edition of 'The Picture of Dorian Grey', a book Harry had found for him on one of his trips. He had seashells from beaches that Harry'd brought him, magnets and postcards that the other man had sent him. Hell, he even had a couple of post-it notes that Harry had scribbled notes on and left for him.

They'd been dating for eight months and Draco had kept so many tokens of that time together because it was time that he cherished.

He couldn't help but wonder if maybe Harry didn't quite feel the same. Rolling onto his side in bed, Draco enjoyed the fact that Harry's tiny house didn't have any walls except around the bathroom. The unobstructed view of Harry's bare broad shoulders and tapered waist while he made them omelets made his mouth water.

Harry scratched his hip and his sweatpants rode a little lower and Draco almost lost his train of thought.

Almost.

"Harry?"

"Mmm?" he hummed, glancing over his shoulder at Draco before going back to his eggs.

He swallowed down the nervousness, they'd been friends for half a decade at this point, what was the worst that could happen? Surely he’d asked the other man harder things than this. "Why don't you keep things?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, flipping the eggs with a flick of the wrist.

"Like mementos," he said, "trinkets, things to remember me by."

"Remember you by?" he asked, "Are you going somewhere?"

He huffed, "I don't plan to. I just-" he broke off, not sure how to finish that sentence without sounding incredibly needy.

Harry flicked off the burner and carried their plates over, climbing back into bed and handing a plate over to Draco once he was sitting. "Just what?" he asked.

"I-" he said, swallowing and trying a different tactic, "Like to keep things from our relationship because it reminds me of you and they make me happy."

"Like what kinds of things?"

He shrugged, "I dunno," he said, even though he could have listed a dozen things off the top of his head, "like the fortune that said, 'contentment will soon find you' that I got on our second date at that Chinese restaurant. Or that pretty green wine bottle from the wine we drank the night you got back from Greece."

"The night I kissed you," Harry said, grinning broadly at him.

"Exactly."

Harry was quiet for a few minutes, chewing his food while he thought. "I don't like things," he said finally, frowning a bit. "I don't like clutter and complications. I feel like I don't know what to do with all of the little things, or how to decide which are important and which aren't if I have to keep some. And when we were cleaning out Grimmauld," he shrugged, "I just kept thinking it was insane for someone to keep this much stuff. Stuff that mattered to them but not to anyone else. And when I die, I don't want to just become someone else's burden, you know?"

He frowned, “you’re not a burden.”

Harry shrugged, it was a battle they had often that Draco didn’t know if he’d ever win. “Maybe,” he conceded and Draco knew it was primarily because he didn’t want to argue. “But I don’t need stuff to remember you,” he continued. “There are so many places and things seeped with you. Restaurants we’ve been to, mud puddles that you’d jump in with both feet. Soft blankets and colorful scarves, the smell of books and earl gray tea,” he shrugged. “I think of you every time I dice tomatoes because I know how much you hate them,” he chuckled. “You’re in so many things in the world around me, I see you everywhere.”

Draco stared at him for a long moment before closing the gap between them and kissing him soundly. “I love you.”

Harry grinned brightly at him, “I love you too.”

And when they moved in together, six months later, it was a transition for both of them. But they both learned to love each other a little deeper because of the different ways they loved.

—————-

Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt ‘mementos’

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #hdcandyheartsfest #pounded this out in 20 minutes during my lunch break #sorry for the mistakes #established relationships

[macomico]

I've always wanted to learn how to draw bigger people but I often only find tutorials for like muscular men with six-packs and stuff so I was wondering if you have any tips or tutorials or something because the way you draw both men and women has me in a chokehold ahshdj they all look so good and soft and like they'd give the best hugs!!!

aww thank you so much! 💖🤧 and i can definitely help you my dear, i've been in the same spot as you - its really hard to find good references of fat bodies without encountering heavily edited pictures or ads about how to loose weight. you really need to have luck or know people who can help you. but ur in luck, i got some pointers for you >:)

Look for pictures of athletes, preferably of sports that require body mass such as rugby, american football, any throw sport (shot put, discus, hammer, javelin), wrestlers commonly have some body fat on them, POWER LIFTERS. I would avoid (fashion) models because the pictures are often edited heavily and thus warp your perceiption of fat distribution, but they're not too bad for ordinary fullbody poses, so we gotta work with what we got. I have a pin board i made for myself with various bodytypes, consisting of athletes and plus size models that i hope can help you!

What really helped me to really emulate and portray mass on bodies is simply drawing rounded shapes (NOT circles. rather egg/soft trapezoid shapes, overlapping with each other). Fat stacks ONTO your muscles, it will make everything rounder and softer. You can play with the shapes to create different fat distribution. Here is a post from hometownrockstar on tumblr about this topic thats very insightful with sketches explaining everything.

Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds: Anatomy for Artists by Michel Lauricella. this book is the holy grail i swear. i finally purchased a real copy of the book not too long ago and i use translucent paper and simply trace the sketches from the book for practice and its a GODSENT. definitely worth an investment. I previously only owned it as a pdf, which i will gladly send to anyone who sends me a dm or an ask :) for copyright reasons i wont distribute it openly. and zlibrary recently got shut down so lmfao we gotta help each other out

Drawing from life! there's this awesome site with homemade photographic references for artists of fat bodies called fat photo ref. you'll need to ask for admittance via email but they usually respond fairly quickly, took 2-3 days for me. :) its all organized in tags so you can quickly sort and browse.

Hope this helps! <3

#have fun and remember practice makes perfect :P <333 #askbox #anonymous #ok to reblog

[possibilistfanfiction]

idk maybe this is too big, but beatrice’s reaction at receiving diego’s email in 🐸 🗺? i really really like how you write their attraction towards one another. and here’s a set of 🌮🌮

[thank u for the tacos, maybe i'll have some birria later :)]

//

it's not a good day.

it's not a bad day, either, really.

you got out of bed in the morning. you ate breakfast — congee with an egg and some peanuts. you did the physical therapy exercises you're supposed to have kept up for your shoulder, even though it's been two years; they still help, especially when it's cold and rainy, so you do them. you went to the climbing gym, earlier than lilith ever would; you make your way up some V6s and V7s, but with no enjoyment, sluggish and tired for no reason. you went back to your loft — you'd signed the lease a few months ago under mary and shannon gentle urging and lilith's not-so-gentle demand, because even if you're not here often, beatrice, you need a home. you showered in the dark, blatantly ignoring whatever scars still sting sometimes. you washed your hair with expensive shampoo and conditioner a stylist you like — who lets you sit in the chair in silence she allows to be comfortable and doesn't pester, doesn't try to get you to try anything feminine, schedules you for trims you prefer more frequently than not if you're in town — and try, very hard, to feel real. you dried off, and put on comfortable clothes, and ate lunch, some leftover jerk salmon from the night before.

time moves weirdly on the days where it's not good enough to be solid but not bad enough to cease to exist at all. your therapist says this is normal for people with ptsd, but nothing feels normal about it. it feels like you're underwater, or like that one time when you were eighteen and got completely crossfaded at a party mary and shannon had thrown: everything is hard, and slow, and before you know it, it's nearing four and the light is fading.

you have things you need to do: photographs you need to edit; contracts you need to sign; to start coordinating a tentative upcoming trip to antarctica and south georgia this summer. you make yourself tea and will yourself to at the very least check your email; shannon had said that it helps her when she's having a bad day to set up one task she can do, to ease everything just a bit. you haven't really moved in, not in the way you should: you have a big desk, multiple monitors, all the gear you could hope for; you have a big bed, too soft, sometimes, and a couch. you have a nice, large tv on the wall. you have a few dishes and pots and pans in the kitchen. you have what you need in the bathroom: a toothbrush and a razor and toilet paper and your skincare serums and two clean towels, bar soap from mary dragging you to the farmer's market. you have nice olive oil and two throw pillows. you have a custom hangboard against one wall. there's empty space everywhere, your loft far bigger than you would ever need. not a home, not yet, in any way you can really feel, at least today. especially today.

but you boot up your desktop computer, because you are steadfast and there are still things you need to do, still things you need to shoot so you can show the world what matters. what has to matter, far beyond you and your small life.

most of your emails are boring — the option to do sponsored content for a new camera; an updated contract for an upcoming documentary you're going to help photograph for; a notification that the film you had ordered had, indeed, shipped — but there's one from someone you have never heard of that catches your eye.

you read through it, twice: someone named diego, a grad student at a university in the city, had emailed on behalf of his advisor, dr. ava silva, wondering if you might want to partner on an expedition to guyana. they need a climber, and diego claims that dr. silva loves your photography. you remember, vaguely, from an article before you had — before — that dr. silva apparently has some sort of preternatural ability to find new species of frog, and so it's intriguing, the prospect. everything feels more solid, like you're coming up for air after holding your breath for too long, when you think about the rainforest, and this little project and its simple, pure, important goal. you google ava silva phd frog and there's a link to a bunch of scientific journals, a formal headshot from the university — dr. silva is, well, beautiful, and young — and then, like the world rights itself, a picture of dr. silva smiling, dirty in the way only the real wild can produce, grinning with real joy. she holds a tiny frog — bright blue — in the palm of her gloved hand. there's green behind her, all around her.

if nothing else, you think, you'd like to meet this dr. ava silva, who finds such clear joy in small creatures, in making sure they're seen, and recognized, and named.

you email diego back, offering to be connected to dr. silva, because you want to know more. you order dinner and watch something that makes you laugh and even fish out some chocolate for dessert. you wash your face and moisturize; you brush your teeth; you fold back your duvet neatly. it's a life, you think, one that you are determined, even if it's hard, even if it's impossible, to make worthwhile. maybe tomorrow you'll get to learn more about the world from someone who fills it so fully. maybe tomorrow will feel clear. maybe tomorrow will be a good day after all.

#conservationist au #frog au #listen she's just doing her best ava rly lights up her entire world!!! w her frogs! #even before they have ever met lol #wn fic #avatrice #prompts

[lusi-raul]

I just went back and re-watched the part in Jaiden’s stream where Chayanne/Cucurucho’s admin’s irl voice was semi-leaked looool.

Our girl is not going crazy I can clearly hear his soft chuckle. I think the admin was flustered too since the last part of the “Enjoy the island” was cut off as he was running away maybe because he just realized.

Its funny because he managed to prevent Tallulah’s admin’s voice leak when he was Chayanne last time but he leaked his own loool

I hope he’s not in too much trouble haha but I guess other admins won’t let him live it down lol. It’s just a soft, short one breath chuckle. I wonder if any other admins have leaked their real voices before. I used to only follow Bobby and Juanaflippa and now Philza, chayanne and tallulah ever since Bobby died 😢 and so far this is the first time I saw this happen.

Also this is the first time I saw Sofia appear on the server. Does anyone know who voices her? It definitely doesn’t sound like an AI voice to me. Theres too much emotion there lol.

Edit @heartkade explained Sofia lore in the comments. Thank youuu. I don’t follow Maximus too much but I’ve been interested since he mentioned being kidnapped and hospitalized by the federation. It’s just too bad that I don’t have much time to catch up on streams. I love maxo and trump I hope he comes back but it’s funny how he technically has a specific admin for him like he still has an egg lol.

#qsmp #qsmp cucurucho #jaiden animation #qsmp jaiden #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp headcannon #qsmp admin #cucurucho #qsmp sofia #qsmp maximus #qsmp eggs #jaiden #chayanne qsmp #tallulah qsmp #chayanne #tallulah #qsmp maxo #jaidenhere #jaiden qsmp #jaiden animations #qsmp theory #q!jaiden #q!cucurucho #q!maxo #q!chayanne #q!tallulah #q!maximus #q!sofia #qsmp lore

[navigatorsghost]

Okay so we were all weirded out by that scene in Naruto where Kisame meets Itachi, but it left me wondering - does our dude introduce himself to everyone he meets with Creepy Shark Facts?

And then this happened, because scorpions have interesting childcare habits and why should Kisame get to be the only one with baby-critter trivia to share. Ficsnippet below the cut, set directly following Deidara's Akatsuki recruitment (like, same night two hours later, sort of thing).

(Edited to add: this ficlet has a sequel now btw, check the reblogs!)

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"Did you know," Kisame said, "that sand tiger sharks start out as eggs, but incubate and hatch before birth? But the number of pups is always less than the number of eggs that were fertilized. Can you imagine why that is?"

Deidara chose not to prompt him with a reply, but the older shinobi continued anyway. "Cannibalism. The pups start eating each other within the mother's womb when they hatch. They begin killing their siblings the moment they enter the world, viewing everything they see as nothing more than prey." He smiled, showing off his snaggle teeth.

"Fascinating," Sasori said, in tones that suggested anything but. His beady eyes fixed Kisame with a look so unimpressed it verged on outright disdain. "Did you know that baby scorpions hatch before birth, too? But they're born soft and vulnerable, so until they develop hardened exoskeletons to protect them, the mother collects them up and carries them on her back to keep them safe." His gravelly voice softened a little as he finished speaking.

Deidara looked up at Sasori's crouching bulk beside him where he sat, and shifted a little further away from Kisame and closer to the puppeteer. "I think I like your natural history facts better, Sasori no danna, un."

Kisame only laughed. "Hmph," Sasori commented, but he unobtrusively shuffled closer to Deidara in turn, his long steel tail curling around behind Deidara's back.

Deidara didn't flinch away, despite guessing that Sasori's sting was every bit as lethal as a scorpion's should be. He might not consider himself a baby anything - he was a jōnin, his age notwithstanding - but between a not-so-subtle warning and a quiet counter-offer of backup, he wasn't stupid enough to pick the wrong side.

There was an odd vulnerability hidden in what Sasori had said, though. Kisame's threat felt typical enough for a hardened killer, if weirder than Deidara would've expected to hear in Iwa; but aligning yourself with a creature that needed protection in its weakness and in turn extended protection of its own was a strange look on a missing-nin. Deidara wondered what that said about the man to whom he'd been so arbitrarily handed.

Well, he thought ruefully, it seemed he'd have plenty of time to find out.

#Rath writing #Deidara #Kisame #Sasori #Akatsuki #horrible natural history #also cute natural history #it's true about scorpions btw #I feel this is important to Sasori's characterisation #he was left alone while still soft and he never recovered ;_;