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Living Dead Boy

(*Vampire*) Eddie Munson X Original Female Character

Word Count: 9k+ (It was that serious)

Tags: Mature themes, vampirism, drinking, thigh riding, blood letting, predator x prey dynamic, Halloween vibes, not lore accurate, so go ahead and sue me, god forbid a girl goes off vibes alone, I liked the Kaz theory OK?! So yeah, NSFW just to be safe. (And yes this gif here was my original inspo)

Synopsis: Vanessa returns to her childhood town, Marion, to catch up on some quality time with her mother and her old friends, just in time for Halloween. Ghosts are not the only thing haunting the town of Marion, as scars from the Hawkins incident leave their mark still, one person continues to haunt the narrative... As their paths cross on All Hallows Eve, desires bubble to the surface. Who will return sated from the hunt for more?

Marion, Indiana.

There wasn’t much left for me in the golden state as a burnt out college student, so I decided to take a year off and live with my mom. Memories of my childhood in Marion were ideal to the classic 2000’s kid experience: sleepovers, running barefoot through the woods, playing outside after dark to catch fireflies. We were the last generation of kids that felt comfortable running around at night unsupervised, barely getting away with a slap on the wrist for sneaking off to explore Hawkins- or whatever was left, which was very little. Hawkins, ever the mystery felt more of a mythic legend than a true incident that affected thousands. Something big, and devastating that traumatized my parents. I wasn’t until I got older that they worked to the bone to make sure I’d never see anything that devastating in my lifetime.

In 2016 I abandoned a part of myself here beneath those abandoned buildings that made me think it was better forgotten. Little did I realize that I wasn’t any better than my own father for doing the same thing 15 years ago.

Halloween was on a Saturday this month, and I was invited to a party on a Friday night with people I haven’t seen since I was sixteen. I contemplated how much of a toss up being around these old haunts would have me in, as I sat in front of my childhood vanity, feeling like an idiot with a smear of red lipstick. My eyeliner felt uneven on my hooded lids. Black liner collected in the smaller parts of my lower lash line, making them look like pin holes despite the copious glitter in my inner corners. I fixed my curls to the side, adjusting the off shoulder sleeves of my black, puffy dress. My black and white tights stretched across my thighs, as I checked the mirror one last time. Something was missing.

Mom knocked on the doorway, snapping my attention elsewhere.

Right, the cloak!

“Hello, hello!” She chirped, holding up a billowing red cloak in her hand, “Guess what’s just pressed and ready to party!”

I smiled at her. Her graying hair was thrown back into a jaw clip, a few strands falling into her eyes. The mickey mouse shaped freckle danced on the side of her cheek as she smiled, the lines creasing around her warm hazel eyes. She stood in the same halloween snoopy sweatshirt she’s had since I was four.

“Thanks, mom.” I smiled, “It’s perfect. I felt a little goofy without it.”

“Goofy? No! You look like a bombshell with all that makeup!” She waved her hand, “Turn around, is that dress long enough in the back-”

“Yeah, I’m wearing shorts, I promise!”

I was in fact, not wearing shorts. I opted for a pretty black thong covered in silver spiderweb patterns. I bit back a laugh, remembering the exact brownstone store I found them in when mom picked me up from the airport. It was a gag gift for myself, in anticipation of the party. Whether I got lucky or not, it made me feel pretty sexy.

“I’m glad I pressed it, you should’ve seen all the loose threads on this thing! Oh, and the basket is by the door-”

She wrapped the silken strings around my collarbone, eyeing the dark red medallion around my throat. A gentle smile curved around her face, soon pursing into a look of concern.

“You know, if you need me to come pick you up at any time tonight, you can call me, right?” She said, “I mean, if you don’t feel good. Or if you see someone doing something weird.”

“How weird are we talking?” I asked cheekily, “Like cocaine on the toilet seat? Or secret underground witchcraft with candlewax on the nipples-”

My mom flicked me playfully on the arm before I cold finish.

“I didn’t need a visual for that, thank you!” She laughed, “You know what I mean!”

I shrugged, “I mean…. It’ll already be weird. I haven’t seen anyone in the group since I was in high school.”

“Oh, that?! Of all the things you’re worried about, that’s not even ten on my list.” She reassured me, “They’re all so excited to see you. Alexandria, Elena, Felix….. Jonathan.”

She scrunched her shoulders and nudged my elbow, winking at me. I snorted and laughed.

“I thought Jonathan was out of town.” I chortled, “Besides, he hasn’t wanted a thing to do with me.”

“You crushed on that boy for years, Ness!” She teased, “I didn’t tell you this, but the night before you came, I was at the pharmacy, I heard his aunt at the register saying he might be here for Halloween!”

I felt my cheeks flush at the thought, but couldn’t focus on it further when the doorbell rang. We both perked at the sound.

“Here, I’ll get the door, there’s lipstick on your teeth.” She smoothed my hair and hurried down the hall to the front door. My stomach flipped, nerves tingling in places they weren’t supposed to. Perfume was my last chance at feeling any sort of confidence, so I doused my neck and nostrils in candy red “Vampire’s Blood”. And finally, I did what every brave girl must do in her life: put on her big girl glittery heels, pick up her basket of goodies, and go on an adventure.

The last time I saw Alex, we were creeping around the Hawkins ruins into the early morning. We bummed the same blunt and were overcome with paranoia, which nearly killed us both over some rock formations. One voice had melded with the wind, a whisper calling both our names. I began to wonder if she remembered it.

The familiar warmth of Alex’s voice echoed down the hallway as my heels clacked across the hardwood floor. She was standing in the entryway, leaning against the wall talking to my mother. She smiled beneath her glossy black bangs, as she stood in a floor length leather jacket and corset. If the all black didn’t give her costume away, it was the iconic makeup worn by the Crow. How could I forget? Her honey eyes met mine, and her mood immediately changed to a grin, which was stretched by the makeup.

“Nessie!” She squealed, making grabby hands at me as she ran to me, “Oh my god, how the hell did you get taller and I get smaller!? This is bullshit!”

Seeing her made me feel immediately at ease, “Hey, Alex! Loving the Eric Draven fit.”

I gave her an awkward hug, chuckling, “Sorry, didn’t want to smudge the masterpiece.”

“No dude, it’s already been smudged.” She giggled, “It’s fine. Are you ready to go? Felix is waiting in the car!”

“Yeah!” I turned back to my mom, “I’ll see you in a bit!”

“Okay girls, have fun!” She mused, “If you need something, let me know!”

“Don’t wait up!” I said before heading out into the brisk night. Goosebumps ran down my arms. I got this sudden sense of dread as we approached her sedan.

“How the fuck are you?” She asked, smiling, “you look pretty sexy as little red.”

“Thanks!” I laughed, “I learned from the best, makeup wise. Does it look okay?”

“Uh, duh!” She laughed, “You look like fucking megan fox.”

As we finished walking down the driveway, she checked over her shoulder one last time and slipped something in my basket.

“What are you doing?” I asked, “What is that?”

“Just some goodies for grannie.” She joked, “I don’t have a purse, there really isn’t a place to keep condoms in this-”

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

It was as if we picked up right where we left off, snickering under the streetlamp. The front seat window of her car rolled down, and a familiar face beamed a goofy, wide eyed grin. I smiled, as Felix thrust his fist outside. His blonde hair was tucked beneath a tawny fedora, the sound of his bomber jacket rustling.

“Let’s fucking go!” he yelled, “It’s good to see you, Ness!”

I smiled, “Hey man! Are you ready to go?”

“I got my whip, my boots, and a lot of energy tonight.” He yelled, “Let’s get on with it! The night isn’t getting any younger!”

Alex leaned in, “He’s had a few tiny bottles of captain morgan on the ride here.”

“Ah, I see.” I murmured, as I opened the back door.

He playfully scowled beneath a pair of bushy caterpillar brows, “You talkin shit about me?”

“No!” We laughed, hurrying into the car.

As Alex sped off, Felix leaned over the back seat grinning at me.

“Who are you supposed to be?” He asked, “Hester Prynne?”

“Dude!” Alex uttered, “She’s little red riding hood!”

Felix covered his mouth, “Oh, duh!”

I couldn’t help but to snort, “Yeah, I mean, I like that one better though. Maybe I should’ve sewn a big A into my clothes.”

“That would’ve been hilarious.” Alex laughed, turning out of my neighborhood, “How have you been?”

“Girl, we’ve been in the same group chat since I left.” I observed, “I literally just saw you when I showed up. You helped me move in.”

“No, I mean, are you excited?!” Alex smiled wide beneath her makeup, “Like did you go to any parties like this at Berkley?”

“I don’t know if Berkley is that sort of school, Lex.” Felix said, wrapping his arm around her headrest, “Unless they’re hiding something and got some weird underground shit.”

Alex’s knuckles gripped the wheel. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, as the whites of hers seemed to grow. After all these years, she still liked him. And Felix still was hopelessly clueless, to this day. I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh.

“As if I’m cool enough to be invited.” I rolled my eyes, “And no, I wasn’t in those loops. Even then, the parties started way too fucking late, like at eleven. I got invited to one, but I couldn’t even make it because it was during finals week.”

“Jeez.” Alex shook her head, taking a sharp right turn, “What a bunch of assholes. I’d invite you to all the parties. We just might if you stick around here a while longer.”

I smiled down at the ground, seeing my glittery shoes light up despite the shadows.

Felix glanced back at me, “Oh yeah, how’s your dad- ouch!”

Alex drove her elbow into his arm, making him flinch.

“Relax, Alex, he can ask.” I reassured her, “We don’t talk much anymore since I left. I keep conversations to a minimum. Of course when I’m on the other side of the country, he started changing his tune fast.”

Felix frowned, “What do you mean?”

A pit in my stomach formed. Sweat formed on my palms as I rubbed them together.

“Seems like the second I hit puberty he had all these ideas of controlling me, and he was just non stop pushing me around at university. Another reason why parties and I didn't mix…”

Alex’s hand reached back and patted my kneecap.

“Hey.” She said, “You’re alright. Tonight you don’t have to worry. He’s going to be out of your hair, and we can do whatever we want.”

“Mina’s always been chill with you.” Felix added, “According to what my mom said about your mom, they were big partiers back in the day. Hell, she even let me crash at your house once when I was wasted. Here-”

He handed me the last tiny rum bottle. A mini captain morgan welcomed me with its face painted over by a skeleton grin.

“Thanks, guys.” I said, “I’ll take you both up on it.”

Alex watched me, as we entered Elena’s neighborhood, “Drink the fuck up, we’re just about here!”

“Oh, shit!” I said, glancing out the window. At the end of a cul-de-sac I haven’t seen in ages, only one house hadn’t changed- a large, beige two story with the garage wide open. Costumed guests cluttered in the garage and in the front yard, dicking around with the decorations, particularly a poor scarecrow shoved in the hydrangeas. I shook my head, sipping the sweet, spicy rum’s remains.

“Fuck yeah, right on time!” Felix said, leaping out of the car as Alex barely parked, “Hey, Ramon! Issac! I’m fucking Indie!”

Alex and I laughed and got out of the car. A creeping rosiness fell across my cheeks in response to the rum. Alex linked my arm with hers as we headed up to the front door.

“If you wanna go, you’re not going to hurt my feelings.” She said warmly, “Don’t try to force anything.”

I smiled, murmuring, “Thanks.”

I waved to a few familiar faces before she squeezed my arm tighter.

“Oh lord, look who’s here.” She murmured beneath her breath, “I swear to god, no one planned this-”

Jonathan was in the living room, running back around the corner of the kitchen with his arm around Felix, a red solo cup in hand. His black hair was tousled, sticking upwards and outwards as if he put his finger in a socket. His clothes were shredded, and he walked around barefoot, committed to the wolf man status with fake hair drawn on his jawline, brows, and broad face. Fake blood caked his cheeks and neck, dripping down to the third button of his flannel. He was smiling, fake double fangs at the ready, with green eyes heavily lined with eyeliner. His demeanor changed to joy as he saw me.

“Holy shit-” I saw him mouth, then yell, “Vanessa!”

Jonathan bolted across Elena’s hardwood floors and nearly made the entire house shake. He swept me into a fast embrace, nearly knocking the wind out of my chest. And yet, the freight train of his warmth felt like home. I wrapped my arms around him and laughed, hugging back.

“Hey!” I said, muffled into his shirt, “What the heck are you doing here?! I figured you’d be at Purdue!”

Jonathan smiled, “It’s about an hour away from here, you goober. Remember?”

“Shut up.” I snorted, “What’s with the wolf man look? Did any of these knuckleheads tell you what I was wearing?”

Felix and Alex quickly exchanged looks and cleared their throats.

“Oh, gee, look at the time!” Felix checked his invisible watch, “I gotta see a man about a horse, where’s the bathroom?”

“I’m gonna go see if Elena is here so we can say hi! Uh-”

They both bumped into each other, bouncing off of each other in the wrong direction. I shook my head. It was so easy to know. Jonathan’s smile didn’t leave his gentle face, as he offered me his drink.

“Do you like beer?” He asked, “Sorry, I didn’t bring the fancy stuff. I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come tonight.” Jonathan glanced over his shoulder, “I could uh- get something if you like-”

“You go ahead.” I said warmly, “Maybe just something simple. A jello shot?”

He perked up, “Yeah! Elena made some, they’re really good. I’ll go and get you one.” He darted off in the kitchen, but my attention was diverted by a high pitched squeal.

Elena stood at the top of the stairs, jumping up and down in a pair of pink pumps and waving her arms at me. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a sweeping ponytail. At twenty one she was finally able to dress like her idol, Elle Woods. Her pink corsetted leotard shimmered in the ambient lights, as well as her large bunny ears. She ran down the steps and pulled me into a powdery vanilla scented hug.

“Finally!” She cried, “Oh my god, you look so fucking cute!”

Her breath was heavy with the scent of alcohol. Her bright blue eyes were covered in glitter. She pecked my cheek, leaving some sticky lipgloss residue in its wake. A bit more relief came over me as Jonothan came back with jello shots.

“I missed you too, Elena!” I said, “Great party by the way!”

“Of course, you know me, I’m the local spooky bitch!” She took the jello shot meant for me and sucked it in one gulp, “There’s more of these in the kitchen and the DJ is outside. I’ll be playing hostess but you’re more than free to hang out. We also got a hookah upstairs, everyone seems to love that- HEY! PUT THAT VASE DOWN, NOW!”

A spooked spiderman raised his hands and set the vase down carefully.

“Anyways. There’s also some snacks my mom made before she and dad took off to Salem, you’re free to those. Uh… I think there may still be some pizza. But that’s it! Jonny over here making you comfortable?”

I nodded, “Yeah, he’s perfect.”

Jonathan smiled, handing me a spare jello shot, “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Perfect!” Elena hugged me one more time, “Marion isn’t the same without you, god, everyone else is so boring! What are you doing on Halloween night? I’m gonna be stuck here passing out candy. You wanna come?”

“Uh- sure!” I smiled, “Oh, I think spidey over there is-”

“What?” Elean turned over her shoulder, “GOD DAMN IT, DARYL! Stop poking the fish tank! He’s the first beta fish to have IBS!”

We both laughed a little, watching her chase spiderman out of the house.

“If Elena can talk to spiderman like that, she’s no match for Thanos.” I grinned, “She’d probably take all the infinity stones in a shrewd business deal.”

“If she was in the marvel cinematic universe, the snap would’ve never happened.” Jonathan murmured, “She’s only using five percent of her power.”

Cheering grew louder from the backyard. I watched as Elena went from chasing off that rowdy guest to beelining into the yard.

“That’s my song!” She cried, “Come on you guys! Remember this one?”

I quickly downed the jello shot, alarmed at how sweet it was, without any trace of alcohol. It was dangerous, and I wanted more. As Jonothan headed out the back door, my shoulder rammed into someone else’s, making me drop the plastic cup.

“Oh shit!” I seethed, “Sorry about that, excuse me!”

The man looked back at me over his shoulder, soon turning to face me.

“Watch where you’re going, gorgeous.” He muttered, looking down at me. His sardonic tone made the nickname feel more condescending than sweet. The rest of his face was obscured by the shadows of the living room corner. But then it hit me. I recognized that voice, from years ago with Alex at the ruins. I looked to see if he was still there, but as quickly as the man appeared, he was gone. If I was going to make my time worth it in Marion, the first thing I wasn't going to do was piss the wrong person off. Instead of telling off his rude ass, I followed Jonathan.

As the party progressed, I felt myself sinking further into the crowds of faces and costumes. Weed smoke sunk into my nostrils, and I chased my overthinking with even more alcohol, carelessly switching between drinks despite my mother’s advice. The astringent sensation of tequila was chased with a lime in the hands of Jonothan, sweet faced Jonathan, as he egged me on with his cheerful voice. I smiled up at him, before he swept me away into the backyard, where more dancing was taking place. The DJ’s speakers blasted loud, buzzing in my ears. Felix, Elena, and Alex were calling to us on the floor for every other song, and another classic came on again. While Felix and Alex danced in each other's arms, Elena bounced around in her stilettos, smiling at me. Jonathan extended my arms outwards from behind, as I began shaking my shoulders and hips to the music’s beat. The hood slipped off my head as I swayed, daring to slip even lower. My eyes fell shut, as the music blared on. Sweat formed down at the nape of my neck, down in my chest, in my hair. Time was nothing to me on the dance floor, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free, just like I used to.

The warmth from everyone’s body and alcohol alone was enough to block out the night’s chill, until one pin prick sensation fell at the small of my spine. In the sea of limbs dancing, I saw one face lurking in the shadows.

It was the same guy from hours ago. The guy who felt like running into a wall of cement when I hit my shoulder against his. He was watching me, with these wide, dark eyes. So dark, it was hard to see what color they were. The same went for his long, flowing dark hair, that curled and flowed in the faint night breeze. Loose bangs fell into his brow. Perhaps it was a part of his costume. If anything, he looked like the lovechild of an eighties hair metal frontman and a fallen angel. But enough light was there to notice the whites of his eyes above and below the irises, an ominous sanpaku gleam. He wasn’t just staring at me, it almost felt as if he was staring into my soul, as if he was reaching for my thoughts inside. As if I was his next meal, more than anything. I blinked, feeling this burning sensation behind my skull- feeling if I stared at him any longer, I was seconds from turning into stone. And yet, I was transfixed by his gaze, washing over me with a warm numbness that started in my hands and knees. He appeared before me equally dangerous and enchanting in a denim jacket, with rings on each finger. His brows flicked upwards at me, his jaw curving in a slight angle. He waved those black painted fingernails at me, making me flutter in places I couldn’t feel nerves twitch before. I felt my breath stop in my chest, as I danced away. Jonathan blocked my sight from him, as he spun me around. Jonathan laughed, as he stumbled over my cloak. The stranger was gone as quickly as he appeared.

“Watch out!” I yelled, half laughing. Suddenly, Elena’s cup tipped over and spilled onto the chest and torso of my dress. Whatever sticky witch’s brew she had in her cup was freezing against my skin. I yelped, covering myself quickly.

“Crap, Ness!” She seethed, “Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine!” I yelled, looking back over at Jonathan, “Hey, I’m gonna clean this up.”

“Okay!” He yelled, “Want me to go with you?”

“I don’t need an escort.” I laughed, the confidence uprooting itself in each word, “I’ll see you guys in a bit!”

I pulled away from Jonothan and squeezed my way through the crowd. Whatever she was drinking felt sticky on my skin, a few drips going down into my bra and my neck.

“Shit.” I murmured, “Shit, shit, shit!”

The kitchen was practically empty as I ran in through the back door, reaching for paper towels over the sink, dabbing away as much as I could.

I watched my friends from the kitchen window. Jonathan watched me with wistful eyes, before Elena wrapped her arms around his neck and began dancing with him. His attention went back to the music seconds later, bobbing and weaving to the beat. Jonothan’s eyes kept darting back to me, despite Elena following his every step like a lost puppy. He needed something. What else could he need from me?

“What’s the matter, little red?” A disembodied voice asked me, “Scared the big bad wolf’s gonna get ya?”

I flinched. In the reflection of the window, I saw the long haired guy standing behind me, his back leaning against the fridge, hands in his pockets, a single disrespectful foot resting against the fridge. My eyes blinked shut a moment, as I sucked in a breath. He was unsettling as he was beautiful, making that nerve in my lower stomach twitch. I had to play it cool.

“Not really, lost boy.” I smirked, turning over my shoulder, “I ended up in the wrong story- as punishment, I got poison apple juice all over me.” I said, motioning to my dress, “How long have you been standing there?”

He smirked, “Lost boy? That’s a new one. Didn’t think anyone at this party would even know what movie you’re talking about.”

His voice was expressive as it was deep, dripping with this sarcastic cadence to it. It was pulling me in, as well as his charming smile. I bit my lip, looking down at his shoes- once white, but now a dull beige, threatening to wear apart at the seams. My eyes trailed back up to his jacket, avoiding lingering too long at his jeans and chest.

“That’s what happens with a gen x mom.” I smiled, “Especially one who’s obsessed with the supernatural.”

“She’s got good taste, then.” He tilted his head, showing peeks of a tattoo down his throat, “Oh, you got a little something right there-”

I looked over my shoulder, “What, what is it?”

“No, just hold still,” He insisted, pulling a tuft of fabric from my hood, “I think a patch of wolf boy’s furr got on you.”

“You mean Jonothan?” I remarked, as he carefully took it out of my hair, “It’s fine. I’m more worried about this drink on my costume.”

The stranger leaned in to survey the damage done to my dress, tilting his lovely head down at my skin. His eyes grew even darker, as if he was focusing on every pore and cell in my body. The sensation of him watching me so closely was unnerving. It was as if a switch went off inside him when our eyes met again, and I laughed to break the silence.

“Listen, I know the girls look good, you don’t need to be so obvious!” I chuckled nervously, “I think I got it all-”

He smiled warmly and playfully took three steps back, “You got me there, little red!”

“I’m allright.” I shrugged, “Really.”

“I think you’re more than alright.” He said warmly, “You’re beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Heh, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. And…It’s Vanessa.” I said, “Some call me Ness, if you want.”

“Nessie.” He said in a teasing tone, “Like the loch ness monster?”

“Fuck off,” I chortled, “Call me that and I may have to kill you.”

His tongue rolled over his molar as he shook his head, “You know what? I believe that-”

“What about you?” I asked, watching him prop himself on the counter like he owned the place.

He shrugged his shoulders, “No one ever asks me that, actually. I’m not on a first name basis with people here.”

“How come?” I joked, “Don’t you know Elena?”

He peered out the window. We watched as Elena was being carried by the crowd, chanting her name.

“I sold her weed a while back, but that’s it.” He snorted, “So I guess that counts for something.”

He answered the question a little too quickly, before glancing out the window, smiling. But knowing how long her stoner era was, it didn’t raise suspicions.

“What’s your name, then?” I asked, “Maybe I can be different.”

“Eddie.” He said, almost reluctantly, “Just Eddie.”

“Like Eddie Van Halen?” I smiled, “That’s cuter than a deep sea monster.”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.”

Shadows contoured his face and eye sockets like he absorbed darkness from every corner of the house. A fatigue settled over his colorless face. Maybe it was the sticky yellow fluorescents over us. He watched me carefully, flicking around with a white lighter in his hands. The sparks touched his fingertips, but he did not flinch from its heat. His hands were busy, and struggling to hide.

“Eddie, it’s a pleasure to meet you…” I said warmly, “Nice hair by the way. Is it real or a wig?”

“Oh, this is all me, baby.” He joked, “One hundred percent real.”

There was an empty two seater couch in the parlor. Most of the inside of the house was empty, and the party moved into the night. My legs felt weak from all the dancing and weaving, as I hobbled to it.

“Hang on, I need to sit for a bit.” I sighed, “Would you like to-”

As I went to pass him once more, I stumbled over my feet again. He caught me with rapid hands, almost too quickly to be normal.

“Hey, careful!” He warned, “What a dangerous combination. Why dopn’t you sit with me for a few?”

I hesitated a moment, looking in his unflinching eyes.

“What?” Eddie asked, “I don’t bite.”

I laughed, feeling a throb in my achilles tendon, “Sorry, the tequila doesn’t help either. You’re right. I hope you don’t mind, I usually don’t do back-ups. I hate sitting out. Dancing is my favorite-”

“Hmm.” Eddie smiled, sitting on the arm rest next to me, not on the seat, “Something tells me you haven’t done this in a while. With killer legs like that, I’d think you’d be a dancer.”

My head was beginning to spin from the shots I had taken earlier, and the sight of it shimmering in this light with his back facing towards me. My hand reached out to him, before I could do anything more, I blurted out,

“Sorry, I know this is so weird, and you probably can I like-”

“Go ahead.” He teased, “I know the second you saw me, you wanted to check it out. Everyone loves the hair. Hang on a second-”

With a low grunt, he tilted his head back and flopped into my lap, his hair falling into a heap across my legs. I squealed at the sensation, feeling a flutter between my legs at the weight of his cold body. The sensation pooled in my lower stomach beside his face, making my heart sputter as he looked up at me with softer eyes. He stretched out across my lap, letting out a breath of relief as if he hadn’t found a comfortable place to rest in decades.

“It’s more immersive this way.” Eddie suggested, “Check it.”

I carefully smoothed the edges of his hair away from his eyes. He closed his eyes a moment, pursing his lips into a grin. The front facing curls that framed his broad face felt plush in my curled fingertips. It was hypnotic even, as he watched me mess around and fix the frizz at his crown. My hands trailed down their ends, and I started curling one of them out of habit.

“You’re right. Hell, your hair feels better than mine. I’m jealous” I giggled, looking up at him, “What’s your secret?”

“Hmm… Let’s see. Deep condition once a week, trimming every four months…” Eddie’s voice lowered in volume, “...The blood of the innocent.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “Sure it is, fool.”

“Attitude from every angle.” Eddie remarked, smiling up at me, “What, you don’t believe me?”

I shook my head, “Nope. Not unless you tell me how. And I know any ritualistic sacrifice won’t keep your skin that clear.”

“Not a ritual. Fuck, that’s so 1980’s satanic panic. Get with the program, Nessie!” He remarked with a hint of bitterness in his tone, “I’m talking about these bad boys…”

He smiled, fangs appearing in his ghoulish grin. A long, red tongue flashed out of his cupped mouth, unfurling and flickering at me. He was filthy. That mouth was capable of being so rotten. Suddenly it felt harder to breathe under my dress, as I tried to inch further away. I squirmed under the weight of his head giggling, but he grabbed onto my arm and wrapped it around him. And I wasn’t intending on letting go.

“Oh my god!” I laughed, “No shit, those fangs are fucking cool, dude!”

He ran his tongue across one, “Yeah? Got these puppies off of eBay. Same with my sweet old tatties…”

“That’s where I got mine once for halloween but those shits fell off when I bit into a cupcake.” I remarked, “It was so fucking stupid, one of them got lost and I looked like a damn walrus. Yours are dope!”

He frowned, “You’re not supposed to bite into cupcakes with those, just human flesh. You poor thing, so much to learn still.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?” I joked, “Show me how it’s done, Eddie. Since you seem to be such an expert? What kind of kill do you go for?”

I thought it was just a bit. Just a joke, a roleplay, for the sake of All Hallow’s Eve, a hunt for pleasure of the flesh. Eddie carefully fixed the tie of my cape, his touch pending for more. I wanted his hands to push further, as he fixed my fastening into a pretty bow.

“You sure you’re ready for that, little red?” He mused, “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Nosferatu was my comfort movie,” I joked, “I’m not afraid of anything.”

He raised his brow in awe at my question, “What are you?”

“Half angel, half demon.” I tilted my head, “Daughter of Eve. Anything you want, baby.”

Eddie’s jaw quivered at my words, his eyes trailing down my skin.

“Anything?” He asked in a deeper, lower voice.

“Did I stutter?” I whispered.

He ran a hand across his chin. There were small scars across his fingertips, the sound of skin rubbing against skin felt louder and out of place. He slowly rose from my lap and stood back up, giving me space to stand next to him. He paced around me in a circle, surveying me.

“I know what I’ll make you tonight.” He said, “What about my prey?”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re into?” I joked, “That’s hot. You like the chase so… That means I’d be the meal?”

“Precisely.” He said, “Tell you what, little red… I’ll give you a thirty second head start.”

“You’re unbelievable.” I stammered, letting my cape swish back over my shoulder. I stormed off, walking towards the kitchen with that devil on my heels.

He stopped me there, appearing in the doorway too quickly, making me freeze under his spell.

His hand trailed beneath my waist, grazing my thigh as we walked back into the kitchen. My breathing hitched. His palms felt like ice against my skin, threatening to squeeze them.

“Yeah… Thirty second head start. That’s fair enough. I like playing with my food, especially when you’re so ripe for the picking.” He hummed, “Now, pay attention, becuase I’m only going to say this once….You see that fence just over there, behind you?”

He pointed towards the gate, leading to the blackened, curling trees behind Elena’s house. But I could only look at him, staring at his prettty upturned mouth and fangs- did they get longer, or was I not paying attention? I was so turned on, I could barely speak.

“Y-yes.” I swallowed hard, “I see it. The one with the black handle.”

“Atta girl.” He praised softly, making my head fuzzy, “Go out the back door into the underbrush, just right there. If you keep going north for a minute or so, you’ll find a graveyard. It’s a few centuries old, so there isn’t much light. There’s an old oak tree in the center of the graveyard. If you can reach it before me, you win the game… And if not…”

His fist knotted in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me in closer. His breath pooled on the side of my head, as I gasped at the sensation.

“Then I’ll show you just what exactly I’m capable of.”

A whisper too brutal to be a threat, it was a promise.

“What happens when I win?” I asked, “You didn’t say-”

“That’ll be a surprise for me to know, and you make up.” Eddie said confidently, “But I’ll warn you now, I never lose.”

“Really?” I asked, “Then you’ll have your first tonight.”

He pulled away, letting go of his deadly grip, looking innocent in comparison to seconds prior.

“Thirty seconds, Ness.” He said, “Your time starts now.”

My eyes darted to the clock. 3:00 AM. I looked at him one last time before bolting out of the back screen door, shoving my way past party goers that crowded the backyard. Eddie hammered his fists on the cabinet, a booming drum that would count down the seconds to my inevitable end. I laughed, looking back over my shoulder as he watched me. I couldn’t deny how hot it was to do this. My breasts stiffened under my dress, and a tremor began between my legs. I had fantasized about being someone’s prey, on the night before Halloween, of all days! How did anyone know who this guy was? And how had he seamlessly wandered into my life to convince me to do this?

The desire to be chased was always in me, but it was like Eddie was reading my mind. My heels stuck into the muddied grass. The feet of my knee highs sunk into the cold, sticky earth as I headed towards the back gate.

“Vanessa!” Jonathan called, “Hey! Ness! Where the hell are you going?”

My friends were sitting around a fire, all eyes filled with concern.

“I’ve got to go!” I said, snatching my basket beside Alex, “I’ve got some goodies to deliver!”

Alex’s eyes widened, as she exchanged looks with Felix and Elena. Jonathan scowled in confusion, looking at Elena. Elena shrugged, unaware of what I meant.

“What?!” Jonathan called, “No, dude, get back over here!”

“Alex, I’ll be back!” I laughed, reaching the back door, “I’ll see you when the party’s over!”

“Oh lord, we got a runner!” Felix cackled, “Run, Ness, Run for your life!”

I fled into the dark woods, jumping over tangled tree limbs. My heart was racing, as I glanced back over my shoulder. Eddie was nowhere to be found. I leaped over a fallen log, ducking beneath some wilted branches. One snagged onto my cloak, nearly choking me out. The only light overhead was from the full moon, its pale hue barely guiding me forward. A jagged branch snagged my arm, making me yelp. A thin scrape of blood ran across my skin, as I laughed to survey it.

“I’m in for it now.” I joked, looking back over my shoulder. I was about to get lucky in the woods with a fine ass freak. This was either going to be a story that would make everyone jealous, or end with my face plastered on the side of a milk carton. Or maybe, this one would just be for the diary under my pillow. Either way, the thought of this hookup made me more heated.

A twig snapped somewhere, making me jump. I had to keep running.

And I did, potential credit going to the tequila. Or was it adrenaline? Or was I realizing how stupid it was to hook up with a man I barely just met? Me, the daughter of a serial killer paranoid father and a mom who left her front door unlocked at night. The kind of stupid girl that walked around Berkeley with a mace in my fist, but running around barefoot with someone I barely knew.

Perhaps at this point, I needed let myself to be a little more stupid in my life.

I checked around me to see a clearing in the distance, The woods thickened at this point, and my steps became more calculated. Well, as calculated as you can be when your stomach feels like it’s about to implode on itself. In the distance, I heard Eddie’s voice croon into a growl.

“You know, my dear!” He called in the distance, “It isn’t safe for young women to be out alone in the woods…”

He was good at this. Too good. I said nothing and kept running. His wicked laughter carried through three tops above me.

“Perhaps we will meet again!”

I felt something damp between my thighs. And it wasn’t just sweat.

The cemetery’s gates welcomed me with their wrought iron railings, and a door left ajar from the wind. Leaves began to pick up around me. I checked over my shoulder again, seeing Eddie approaching faster from the murk. Headstones stuck out of the ground like crooked teeth, caked in grime and mold from centuries long forgotten. My feet slipped on some mud, making me fall in the path. I was barely able to stand until I saw it- the oak tree he described. The tree was ancient in appearance, its thick trunk and limbs sprawling- some to heaven, others down into the earth. I coughed, barely able to catch my breath.

It was just right there, so close I could taste the bark. My laughter gave me away.

Suddenly, the cape slipped off my neck and fell back into the breeze. I looked over my shoulder to see it snagged on something tall. For a moment, I wondered if it was an obelisk, until a pale hand removed the fabric away, and Eddie was underneath. His sinister smile made my blood run hot, but he was too late. At least, I thought he was too late.

I laughed again, just seconds away from touching the oak tree’s bark. As I turned my head to face the tree, the crushing grip of his hand wrapped around my wrist, pinning it over my head. My scream turned into laughter as he pinned me against the tree’s bark, his body flush to mine. My lungs were on fire, heaving back and forth. Blood roared in my ears as he pressed his lips into mine. I gasped, open-mouthed into the kiss, his touch hungry. His hair wrapped around me in the stormy breeze, as I kissed back. The tendrils tickled my cheeks. Eddie’s mouth tasted sweet, and hot, with a hint of metal as they deepened. I sighed softly into his mouth, opening mine further. His filthy tongue seeped through my lips as his grip on my waist tightened. Our tongues fought each other, skin pressed against skin. Teeth clashing with each touch, making me want more. I began grinding my hips against his, hearing a guttural growl in the back of his throat making me want to do it more. I lost, and yet it felt like I was winning beneath his feverish, smothering passion. Eddie’s large hand wrapped around my throat as his kisses deepeed, applying pressure on both sides of my throat, a light pressure that ached to go harder. I pulled away to catch my breath, if any left as he held me against him. My vision grew hazy at the sensation, as he pulled away.

"Where are you going, my pretty girl, all alone in the woods?" Eddie mocked in a gruff tone.

I could barely contain my laughter, my face radiating flush heat, “Oh, I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…”

“Luckily, I am no stranger.” Eddie teased, “Now, you are much faster than the ones before, may I say. But! Looking back was your first mistake.” He paused, looking up a moment to recall, “Actually no, it was getting that little basket of yours…”

I panted, looking into his eyes, “I had some important goodies in there, you can’t blame me for wanting to be prepared.”

His eyes narrowed to the condoms that were carelessly dropped across the grass. Eddie chuckled, nodding his head to the side.

“Fair, fair… But that’s the difference between you and me.” Eddie chuckled darkly, “You lack the killer instinct. You’re a runner. You ran from your friends, and then from me.”

I laughed nervously now, attempting to lean in for a kiss, but he clicked his tongue. Eddie held my jaw tightly, opening my lips.

“See, if you won, you would be able to do that,” He teased, slipping the shoulders of my dress off lower, “But now it’s my turn.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, sweat forming on my brow, “Foreplay? Some more choking? Nipple play? Sorry, I crave specifics.”

He licked my lower lip tenderly, caressing it, “Oh you know. The works.”

“And what’s that?” I asked innocently, “Are you gonna eat me too?”

“Oh, I’m fucking tearing you apart.” He mused, “Not a drop will go wasted.”

"What a deep voice you have," I said in a near whisper. Eddie’s fingertip slowly grazed my lips.

"The better to greet you with," said Eddie, tilting his head down to me, “Say, you’re a good little prey, did you know that?”

His thumb stuck its way between my lips, into my mouth. Eddie’s finger tasted salty, with a hint of earth. I began to suckle his finger, reminding him what I could do more with my mouth. He let out a low, languid laugh then, his fangs creeping more and more into my view. Usually, you could tell when they were fake, with a difference in the shades of white. But as I saw my own reflection in them, I began to wonder if I fucked around too much as was seconds away from finding out.

“What big teeth you have.” I uttered, my voice cracking.

“Better to smile upon you with. Just like those lips of yours.” He muttered, “Those messy, messy red lips. You’re right. I think I’ll start there, and we’ll see where this goes….”

Everything in me was telling me to shove him out of my grip and run. My pulse was throbbing in my throat, as he pulled me in for another kiss.

“Don’t be afraid,” He whispered into my lips, pressing against them chastely, “I don’t bite hard.”

His grip loosened on my wrist, letting it fall on his shoulder. I opened my eyes again, looking deeply into his. They were pitch black now, heady and never-ending. He smiled at me again but paused as I reached for his face. My hand ran across his cheek, and he scowled slightly in confusion, as I traced his bottom lip.

“You’re so…. Beautiful.” I said softly, “I just… I’m sorry. I just needed to say before-”

“Before what?”

I noticed faint scars across his jaw, trailing down his neck, and pressed my lips to them, leaving a scarlet mark. He stood so perfectly still, deepening his expression into a scowl.

“That’s all.” I mused, “I’ve noticed them when your hair tries to cover them.”

His expression softened into something deeper than hot-blooded lust, as he stared at me.

“.... Thank you.” he said in a near whisper, “No one has… Ever said that to me.”

I smiled at him, “So there. Now you can kiss me.”

The illusion had dropped for a moment, and at my words, flashed to something more furious. He shut his eyes tight, pressing his forehead into mine. He shook his head softly, swallowing hard. Eddie’s body began to tremble against me, as he ran a hand down my throat, as if I was made of glass. Our lips were just a breath apart from each other. I traced my finger across his jawline, smiling, my vision growing even more hazy.

“Kiss me.” I begged, “I want you. I want you to show me… Just like you said…”

I leaned in, kissing him again. He froze under my lips. The breeze picked up, as his breathing shuddered. I layed three chaste kisses across his lips, before sinking further into his touch. My heart raced against his breast, as he wrapped himself around me, his frigid nose brushing against mine. His teeth came through, as he bit my lower lip. Only, he bit too hard, making me seethe and pull back.

I gasped, feeling blood form on my lip.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry-” he uttered, stammering, “It was an accident, you’re just so-”

His eyes trailed down to my lower lip, as he licked his. I could feel his arousal swell beneath me, as he watched me. He groaned at the taste of it as a water starved man in the middle of the desert.

“It’s-it’s okay-” I stammered, “Just a bit of blood, right?”

Eddie shook his head, nodding, “You just taste so… Sweet.”

Another cold breeze picked up on my chest, and I hadn’t realized till now that it was exposed to the elements. His hand ran up my right breast, pressing against my heart. His palm rolled my hardened nipple, a small moan leaving my mouth at the sensation. Eddie’s lips parted, as he leaned into me again. One small, tender peck landed on my lower lip again.

“That’ll be the only time,” He whispered into my flesh, “You won’t feel this one. I promise, little red.”

He whispered it into my ear, tracing his mouth down to the tender spot of my throat, kissing it. I opened my eyes again to the full moon behind him, feeling life slip away in my hands. His lips ebbed at my throat, a tongue rolling across the part that made my knees weak.

“Show me.” I whispered, “Show me who you are. I want to feel-”

“You shouldn’t-” Eddie groaned, “Fuck-”

My palm reached between his legs, choking what was in his jeans, “You. What do you feel?”

He caved quickly, kissing me the hardest he had since the first. Eddie’s grip onto my body tightened, as he began to suckle softly on my neck, hesitancy with each sensation, as my eyes fluttered shut. His knee cradled between my legs. My breathing hitched, as I began rubbing myself against him, laughing softly, falling into a bliss sweeter than alcohol. Eddie’s jaw unhitched as his teeth sank into me. A pinching sensation fell against my throat, making me whimper, but the feeling was replaced with one of overwhelming pleasure. Euphoria filled my entire body as my back arched against the tree. I cried out loud, as he drank from me in slow gulps. His bruising grip landed on my hips, attempting to settle me down. But the sensation was insatiable. I could feel every cell in my body light on fire. I lost myself in the sensation, begging Eddie to take every drop of me.

“Take me!” I begged aloud, “Take all of me, every last drop!”

Eddie groaned into my skin.

Instead of the wicked gleam in his beautiful face, he was filled with woe at the sight of me. He exhaled. From one small sip of me, here was more color in his cheeks now. He nearly looked human in this pale light. But he was terrified. I began to speak, but the weight of his power fell into my throat, making it hard to swallow As I attempted to speak, he silenced me with a gentle forehead kiss.

“What have I done to you?” Eddie asked himself in a low voice.

“No, don’t stop.” my voice was weak, barely a whisper, “I feel so good now.”

“You need to sleep now. You’ve been running so long. Rest, Ness. There you go… Just like that…”

“But I love it.”

He kissed me one last time, and everything went to black.

I don’t remember how long I was asleep. It felt like five minutes, maybe before I woke up to the sound of my bed vibrating violently.

Dim blue light poured in from my childhood bedroom window, making me squint. A headache pounded in my temples, leading down my neck. Nausea churned in my stomach, not enough to make me spew, but enough to make me hate existing. My entire body was sore, aching for rest. I slowly rolled up from my bed, looking around. I was home. The desk in my bedroom corner was the same. The closet was still half open. My vanity was still a cluttered mess from only hours prior, but my phone’s vibrations made me scramble for it. The room was spinning, and I scrambled for my phone in the sea of my purple comforter. By the time it was in my hands, the call ended.

“Shit,” I muttered, “What the… Fuck?”

Twenty missed calls and fifteen text messages, from everyone in the group, but mainly Alex.

“Bitch, we’re about to file a police report.” was the last text she sent at four in the morning. It was almost sunrise.

I quickly called, barely able to function. Not even a ring later and she picked up.

“Vanessa?!” She panicked, “Vanessa, I swear to fuck, where the fuck are you?!”

“I’m okay.” I lied, “I’m home. I uh… I wandered off.”

“I told you!” Felix yelled, “See, we didn’t have to go in the woods!”

“Oh my god.” I sighed, “Guys I’m so sorry, I ended up walking home-”

“Girl, never do that again,” Elena begged, “Please-”

Static cut out.

“Ness!” Jonathan said breathlessly, “Ness, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, half asleep, “I’m fine, I promise. Nothing happened to me.”

“We saw the basket in that graveyard and I thought…. I thought….” He cleared his throat, “We’ll see you. Get some rest.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry for freaking you out.”

I hung up the phone, my mouth feeling puffy and dry. I ran my finger across my lower lip, feeling where Eddie nipped at me. My hand traced down to my throat, which burned like a bee sting. My bedroom window was wide open, the curtains blowing in the autumnal breeze. But when they moved, in the dim blue dark, I could’ve sworn I saw Eddie’s face there in the corner of my room like some sleep paralysis demon.

Fear filled me as I reached to turn on the lamp next to me. I turned it on to check back again, but it was gone. I checked my neck for the pain, seething. My body shifted to the opposite side. My body gave out completely into a dark, dreamless sleep before I could process what had happened.

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Whew. Okay, wow. I am so excited and scared to post this. The Eddie Munson haters online did scare me from posting this, but you know what? Fuck my digital footprint! I don't care, let me be a girl and post about the favs! Is it lore accurate? No, I am going based on vibes and memory alone. I blushed, I giggled, I laughed. Eddie meant a lot to me and reminded me of a sweet boy who was kind to me in high school, who accepted me when I was being bullied and isolated from others. So of course I started writing this at ass o'clock in the morning, after four glasses of wine, following the season finale of Stranger Things. The summerween hype last month helped me finish this. Chapter 2 is in the works. Stay tuned, my darlings. I am very proud of how this turned out. Please let me know how you like this <3 Constructive feedback is always welcome! My girl Vanessa is INSUFFRABLE, but every vampire work needs one, am I right?

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Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but to the darling who was trying to message me about my writing, please feel free to ask me! My dms should be open. I found the notification on my phone but they’re nowhere to be seen on my end! Please don’t be shy!!!

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Dark Side of the Moon

Jake Lockley X "I" f!reader

Word Count: 3k +

Tags: SFW, domestic fluff, pregnancy mentioned. Established marriage between the reader and the Moon Knight system. Romance, protective Jake Lockley being a soft girl dad (melting), tending to hottie's wounds.

I've yapped about this years ago on another account of mine and felt brave enough to post about it. It's cute ash, different AU from my last fanfic for Jake :3 I blushed a lot while editing this...

I had grown accustomed to the presence of my husbands in the same body. Steven, my first love. The sweet-eyed, gentle, and funny gift shop clerk who went on tangents about ancient Egyptian history over coffee. Then it was Marc, who I fell deeper for and worshiped. A stubborn, strong, and calculated man who put others before himself. Both phases of the same beautiful face, but only one remained uncharted.

The dark side of my moon- Jake Lockley.

The cold-blooded killer, the brute, the one who took over to fight. Loose descriptions came in coded messages to me from both my loves in conversation. His presence is even rarer around me. In the first instance, he was there, I couldn’t help but feel I was sharing a bed with a stranger, his presence cold and distant. Come morning, his half of the bed was empty. I found him on the couch fast asleep. And when the sun rose, Marc did too, and greeted me with apologies and tender kisses, begging for my forgiveness.

And I was okay with that. I didn’t expect anything from him. I had two loves in my life that doted on me away from mission work. As long as Jake guaranteed their safety, I was okay with being strangers.

This urgency grew stronger once I found out I was pregnant.

We were thrilled. It was Marc who lay with me when I conceived. After two weeks away together, we were blessed with twins. He lifted me by my waist and held me in the air, praising me. In another phase, Steven wept tears of joy and wouldn’t stop kissing my stomach. That crusty old bird of a god tried to keep us apart, but the two were crafty enough with their words to get time away for Steven to be home just in time for Hanukkah. I’d be due three weeks following. The second time Jake appeared, it had me worried for the remainder of the year.

I was fifteen weeks along, assuming I’d have Steven or Marc returning to me. On a whim, I had decided to slip into something sexier. A lacey, black, frilly thing with a matching thong and silk robe. I checked the mirror and cradled my small bump, fixing a crease in my reddened lips. Candles cast a warm glow onto the room, and I smiled at myself in satisfaction.

“Your daddies are almost home, darlings.” I said warmly, “Mind your head.”

I snorted at my own terrible joke but stopped at the sound of a key turning in my front door’s lock. I gasped and scuttled over to the bed, sitting at the edge. My hand found the remote to dim the lights, letting some soft music play in the background. Arousal filled me as the door creaked open. I turned my head away, pretending to act demure.

The door shut with a low click.

At first, I thought it was Steven with how much gentleness was in the shut.

“Who’s there?” I joked, smiling, “Is that you, daddy?”

No response. I heard all seven locks on the door click with quick hands. Something else was bottled beneath the handle.

I waited, straining to listen for another noise. A jacket was hung on the coat rack, but it fell to a crumpled heap against the floor.

“... Everything alright, darling?”

More silence.

Footsteps fell against the hardwood, and I saw the shell of my husband pass by the doorway without looking at me once. His eyes were glazed over, expressionless, and dim. Fatigue slumped on his shoulders.

“Oh shit.” I said softly, “Jake? Is that you?”

I quickly wrapped the silk robe around myself and waddled after him, attempting to maintain some form of distance. He dared not to enter the master bathroom, but instead walked towards the first aid kit in the water closet down the hall.

“Oye.” I said softly, “Jake, mirame. Mirame, por favor.”

I noticed his shirt. The black fabric was caked against his skin, a sticky substance curling its way up to his neck and behind his ears, in his hair. My stomach turned suddenly, as I realized why the pungent smell of iron filled my nose.

He was covered in blood. His own, or someone else’s, I couldn’t tell.

Jake turned to me slowly then. There was a yellowed bandage over the bridge of his nose. His blackened eyes stared through me, as he swallowed hard. A cut over his brow bled profusely into his lashes. There was a split on his lip and a hand pressed to his side. Nothing deadly, but enough for bloodshed. My heart sank at the sight of him. He grimaced, barely managing to even look below my eyeline.

“Deberías irte a dormir ahora.” Jake said in an unreadable tone, before turning into the bathroom. I knew what was coming next. A door shut in my face and a cold bed. I took a chance and grabbed his wrist.

He flinched then, turning back at me with widened eyes. I placed my hand over his wrist and shook my head.

“Estás seguro aquí conmigo querido.” I said, holding a sob in the back of my throat, “Promento.”

Jake sighed heavily, his eyes soon looking down to my stomach. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to put the pieces together.

“... Cuántos meses?” Jake gruffed, his hand not yet grabbing onto mine. I smiled back at him and led him to our room.

“Quince semanas.” I said warmly, despite my heart racing a million miles an hour,

“Vamos a limpiarte en nuestra habitación. Hay más espacio para nosotros allí.”

Jake exhaled a low breath, as I imagined him calculating how long it had been since we last spoke. Or lack thereof.

“Ellas son del tamaño de mangos ahora.” I mentioned, pausing the music with one hand. Thankfully the candles in our bedroom had short wicks. Jake’s eyes glanced over to the bed, but he didn’t comment.

“¿Ellos son?” He muttered to himself.

“Si, gemelas.” I replied, running the hot water, “Las niñas están sanas, el médico se sorprendió de cómo... ¿Cómo se dice?”

I turned around, and he was gone. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.

“Aaaaaaaaand he’s gone.”

His footsteps shuffled faster back into the bathroom with a large bag in his hands.

“No, I never leave.” He said sternly, flicking the plastic bag open loudly, “Limpiaste los pisos demasiado bien para que yo los arruine.”

I laughed a little. It’s not what he said, it’s the way he said it. He almost appeared shocked at my statement. We stayed there until every bandage was on his face, and every drop of blood was scrubbed off. Midnight lingered closer, as I slipped into something more comfortable. I yawned, watching him in the mirror reflection brush his teeth. His eyes glanced at his reflection- the boys were talking to him, what their conversation was, I hadn’t a clue. I was too sleepy to say anything more, curling up on my side.

The lights clicked off, and the only light came from the moon peeking from our blackout curtains. I yawned, trying to find some sort of comfort in the nest of pillows above the mattress.

He walked past me, I assumed, to the couch. But he didn’t. I lay on my side facing the window, watching him crawl in to face me.

His dark eyes were half-lidded with fatigue as he settled in the bed beside me, making quick work of the covers, barely leaving any for himself, the rest to me. Jake’s damp curls pressed against the pillow. I smiled at him, seeing pale light form over the side of his face, the other half concealed in shadows. Even when he was a bit grouchy, it still made me happy to see him. He flopped back on the bed, nearly launching me off my end just to fluff up his pillow. He muttered in annoyance about Steven’s big head squishing it inward, leaving his neck stiff. There was so much more I wanted to say in the moment until he spoke again.

“No te acostumbres.” Jake uttered, sniffing loudly, “Dejé que me bañaras, ahora necesitas dormir.” I hummed, wrapping my arm around under my pillow, still looking at him.

“¿Qué? ¿Por qué me estás mirando?” Jake asked in an annoyed tone. My dangerously sleep-deprived self started laughing.

“Creo que nuestras chicas tendrán tu ceño fruncido.” I scrunched my nose, imitating his furrowed brow. Jake scoffed, turning around to face away from me. He pouted then, not saying anything else to me.

“Ay….Cálmate, estaba bromeando.” I said softly, “Me gusta. Me gusta en ti-”

“Ve a dormir.” Jake said coolly.

My smile faded. I would’ve turned around, but it was less comfortable on that end of the mattress. I wasn’t sure if it was hormones or fatigue, but I felt tears well in my eyes. He wasn’t looking for tenderness, and I feared saying anything more would make him go to the couch. I desperately wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around him, kiss him, anything. But only words could comfort him now.

“Gracias por volver a mi.”

Jake’s gaze narrowed back over me, drinking in the sight of me in darkness. His eyes softened. His hands were calloused, shifted away from your touch in hopes he’d harm you, the way he used them to draw blood for an ancient old bird.

“Buenas noches.” He uttered, turning away from me, as I drifted off to sleep.

An hour or two passed as we fell asleep, and a gentle rain had fallen over the house. My sleep was tainted with odd, realistic dreams. It began a week prior, supposedly normal, but the madness was interrupted by a loud bang. I flinched awake with a gasp, looking up for the source. Jake shot up, his shadow covering me, with a knife in hand. I hadn’t even noticed him tucking it beneath his pillow. His free hand, instinctually, pressed against my stomach, protecting me and our girls.

“¡Qué mierda?!” Jake growled, searching in the darkness for a threat that wasn’t there.

“Baby, baby…” I muttered without thinking, “Mírame. Jake- It was a car.” I said groggily, “Darling- Er-” I cleared my throat, “Era un coche-”

Jake exhaled and shook his head, “I can’t do this.”

His hand was slipping away from my stomach, making my heart sink.

“¿Adónde vas?” I asked in a panicked voice, “Por favor quédate-”

Jake shook his head, grabbing a shirt from the chest of drawers across the room. Tears began to fill my eyes. He wasn’t running because he was angry. It was because he was scared shitless. I rose from the bed, following him.

“Me voy a otro lugar donde pueda dormir en paz.” Jake stammered, “I can’t be this for you. You have Steven, and Marc, isn’t that enough?!”

Tears began rolling down my face as I took his hands in mine. A familiar fluttering of two pairs of feet rippled through my center, as I placed his hands on my belly. Jake froze, the whites of his eyes growing wider at the feeling.

“You have every right to be here as they do.” I sniffled, “They know who you are. I’ve told them. I told them you fight for what you love. For who you love. We’re all here, baby. Nothing’s gonna hurt us. Just please, please don’t leave me alone tonight.”

I sniffled loudly, pressing his hand into my skin. Kicks rolled beneath his palm, and a heavy sigh left his lips. Jake’s gaze went down to the life inside of me. I folded, a combination of hormones, fatigue, and fear, as my head rested against his shoulder. He remained frozen, not returning my embrace.

“I’ve loved you, Jake.” I said, “Please, don’t leave. I always have. You deserve to feel safe here. I promise nothing here will hurt us.”

Jake’s eyes fluttered shut, as I felt the weight of his head press against mine. He wrapped his arms around me, a shuddering breath signaling tears. He wou;dn’t admit crying in the moment, despite the snap of them falling in his words.

“I believe you, querida.” His voice cracked, “I won’t go anywhere. I’m right here, no llores. Por favor? No llores, querida.”

His hands ran through my hair, rubbing my back in circles.

It took me a few moments to collect myself after his words, as we walked side by side to bed together. We exchanged little words after that, drifting into a dreamless sleep. I only remember how he felt then, covering my womb with his hand, and spooning me from behind. He snored softly on his side, and that’s when I knew it was going to be okay.

I woke up that next morning to Marc, who comforted me in ways Jake was unable to express himself in. He was angry, but I wasn’t. It was the most Jake had ever spoken to me. I didn't anticipate hearing from him long after the girls were born.

I was wrong.

Two nights before Hanukkah, I received word my love would be home. Out of excitement, I planned an entire feast at home. However, that turned out to be easier said than done- one sheet, everything gets baked. Doesn’t get easier than that, right? Wrong.

Brain fog made me forget to start a timer, and by the time I finished getting ready, the smoke alarm was enough to remind me that I royally burned everything to a crisp.

I waddled around, fanning the stench of burned food out of the kitchen, trying to withhold tears. He wouldn’t mind- whoever I came home to, they would understand and probably get takeaway. After months apart, takeaway sounded infuriating. I inhaled loudly, fanning smoke away from the alarm, the noise so blaring I hadn’t noticed the usual clink and groan of the front door opening, or my husband watching me with a hand against the wall, waiting for me to notice he was there.

And when I did, I flinched. He was less a ghost of a man when our eyes met. His sharp, dark eyes creased into a tender smile. A part of his nose scrunched beneath another fresh bandage across its bridge. He drops his bag, placing his hands on his hips. He was here. He was banged up and bruised, but he was alive. In his hands, he had a bouquet of white lilies under one arm. My heart began to sing at the very sight. We’d have a few months of bliss before he would leave again. Suddenly, dinner didn’t matter anymore. My precious cargo arrived before the holiday season.

“Baby!” I exclaimed, “You’re home! You’re here- a lot sooner! I-”

I waddled up to him and wrapped him in my arms. He held me tightly as if I was life itself, a warm chuckle reverberating through him.

“Ay, pobrecita. ¿Qué pasó aquí?” Jake mused, “I come in and you nearly burn the house down.”

I laughed nervously, trying to speak my way through the discomfort of much larger babies fluttering and kicking inside of me, “I’m so sorry. I totally fucked up dinner, I was trying to do something special for us and…. God, I’m running on my last brain cells. They need to get out… And…How long have you been standing there?”

“Ehhh….” Jake sucked his teeth, “About a minute, really.”

I hid my face and shook my head, as he cooed.

“My poor mami, come here then…”

Jake pulled me in by my waistline into a passionate kiss, the kind that hits straight to my core, making the girls leap and flutter as well. My eyes closed shut, kissing back softly as my arms wrapped around his neck. There are notes of iron and cologne in the kiss, his lips soft and tender. Jake pressed his lips to mine, over and over again, soon pepering my face in even smaller, more ticklish kisses, making me giggle.

He knelt down with a grunt, sighing.

“Sí, sí, te escucho,” Jake said in a higher-pitched voice, placing his gloved hands on my even larger bump. He pressed his forehead against my skin, as I ran my hands through his hair.

“There you are, my three favorite girls.” He cooed, pulling up my sweater to kiss my bare skin, noting a faint bruise on my stomach, “Ay, no. Have they been giving you trouble?”

“No!” I laughed, “That’s not from them, it’s something else I bumped into. I have zero spatial awareness.” Blush fell over my cheeks, unable to contain my excitement, “They’ve been waiting for you. Four more weeks.”

Jake let out a low whistle of approval, “Perfecto.”

His smile was so tender upon you, as he rose to his feet.

“I hope they have your smile.” You say softly, “I want to see them in you.”

Jake shook his head, “Eh, not my mug. I want them to take after you anyways.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Because.” Jake pouted, “No more questions. I have something for you.”

He held up a bouquet of white lilies in newsprint, their fragrance filling my nose. I smiled giddily, holding them close.

“I couldn’t come home empty-handed.” Jake pressed another kiss to my cheek, “I mean, especially after last time…”

“They’re beautiful, my dear.” I grinned. He began to squint at my carnage concealed by a worn-out dish towel. I dropped my shoulders, surveying the mess. He hummed, wrapping his arms around me, beneath my stomach.

“A ver…” Jake said, “It can’t be that bad, baby. Hmm?”

I shook my head, snickering, “Jake, I adore you, but it’s terrible, please don't look at it.”

“Come on!” Jake insisted, “What, a little more sauce, some tortillas, and-”

I peeled the dishcloth away to reveal the charred mess of chicken and vegetables. Jake ate his own words, his lower lip quivering.

“See!” I began to wheeze, tears filling my eyes, “I told you it was bad!”

“No!” He crooned, “No it’s not-”

I began laughing, unable to stop giggling as he stuttered.

“Well, you didn’t burn all of it-” Jake said, trying not to laugh, “I mean, look at this piece of chicken here-”

It was more ash than meat at that point, the sensation of it crumbling taking us both out. My face felt hot, as I was laughing. Jake boisterously cackled, hugging me tighter to keep me from falling back.

“I fucking told you!” I wheezed, pressing myself into him, “Fucking hell, I’m sorry, baby-”

“My poor mess.” Jake mused, coughing, “Here… Tell you what, I can make dinner.”

He looked exhausted, a familiar shade of purple falling beneath his eyes.

“Darling.” I pleaded, “I don’t mind calling for takeout.”

“Eh!” He scoffed, “What does anyone know about cooking? No one needs to come to bother us at the house and marvel at the burned…. Erm… Glazed smell that graces these halls.”

I cackled, shaking my head, “Well, what are you gonna do?”

Jake kissed my forehead, before pulling my kitchen chair over.

“You keep me company, and we can figure it out. You bring ideas, I’ll make it. What do you want, querida? Dime.”

I slowly parked myself into the cushioned chair, only thinking of one thing I hadn’t had in months.

“Tostadas.” I smiled, “The girls and I want tostadas.”

He nodded, “That’s my girl. It’s done!”

He proceeded to keep me from lifting a finger, finding what we had in the fridge, thankfully was plenty enough for us both. With each burner activated on the stove, I watched him work as he stripped off his shirt to only the white tank top beneath. He spoke to me tenderly, loose details about missions, catching glances of me to smile or chase me away from helping. His attention perked at the sight of me adjusting my breasts in the maternity bra, making me wonder what would happen later in the evening.

The dark side of my moon made its new phase, but I wasn’t afraid of the darkness any longer. That quiet darkness, with an unfiltered laugh and protective hands until dawn, kept all sense of fear I had before gone for good.

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rudie-wr1tes · 2 months ago

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I’m going feral. You know what? I’m finishing my Eddie Munson fanfic. Idgaf anymore. I am cringe but I am free.

#writeblr #you can’t stop me #eddie munson #vampire lover

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Besos De Fuego

Jake Lockley X Y/N F!reader (And totally not a self-indulgent piece)

Word Count: 8k+ (It is never that serious, but then again, it's my baby daddy we're talking about)

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, 18+. Some cursing. Alcohol usage. Rich daddy's girl x bodyguard dynamic and sexual tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Steamy makeout session, dry humping, cumming in pants.

Full disclosure, I've been chicken to post all my smuts, but while summer keeps me from work, I might as well. I am also trying to work on my relationship with learning Spanish, so if there are any corrections I need to make, please let me know. :) Might also write a part two, just LMK! Have fun with my goodies under the Keep Reading tab!

Saturdays always included too many drinks and dancing till sunrise with your girlfriends. You’d hop between your local haunts and turn out on the floor like no one was watching. Like clockwork, you’d sneak away into dark corners with handsome strangers. The faces varied, where the night would take you both was as much of a wild card. You liked living dangerously that way.

You’d end up in their car, sometimes their place or yours. It was a game to you, simply put. Once the sun rose, it was like nothing happened. You’d grab your clothes off the floor and creep back into your father’s highrise early enough for a shower and breakfast with your father and his pestering questions.

Tonight was different for several reasons. You needed to put on a show of having it all, feigning formality for the elites. Your least favorite thing. Champagne wouldn’t be enough to drone out the insufferable conversations between your father’s business partners.

However, no amount of previous routine would ever prepare you for the lap you’d fall into tonight. Let alone, in the lap of your personal bodyguard.

At midnight, you found yourself straddling the lap of Jake Lockley, as his brutal hands braced on your hips, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, as if he was so afraid to lose you. You felt their bruising grip pinch into your skin. His fingertips, capable of so much brutality, pressed into your thighs and hips with immense pressure.

This was the same Jake Lockely that couldn’t stand being in the same room as you, kissing you so intensely you could barely breathe. His lips tasted as if heaven was full of tobacco and spearmint fields. Your lips returned each kiss with a desperate sort of hunger. Behind your eyes, you traced his stubbled jawline in perfect darkness from memory alone, as you held him in your space. The sensation of his hands running up your waist made you gasp. You pulled away a moment, gasping for breath. You looked down at the seat beneath you, realizing that his damned flat cap had fallen off from all the action. It was the only thing you could focus on, as your trembling hands smoothed the new wrinkles on his shirt collar. Your heart raced as you observed his swollen lower lip, stained with your dark red lipstick. Questions were clouding your thoughts at this entire affair, feeling yourself fall deeper as you loomed over him. Jake’s gloved hand gripped onto your chin, pulling you to face him.

His partially obscured face was no longer a mask of intimidation, as he too, was breathless. You made the rookie mistake of pulling away too soon. Your head was spinning, making you feel dizzier than any mixed drink you had the entire night.

“Don’t stop now.” Jake demanded, barely able to catch his breath.

The demand feinged an intimidating front, but you saw right through it. Jake was unfurling before you, and fell gentler on your ears like a prayer in the night, his final plea as if he feared losing you forever. A ghost of a smile shimmered over his lips, as his rich eyes looked deeply into yours.

“Are you scared, y/n?” He asked you again. His mismatched pupils seemed to twitch and ebb in delight at the sight of you. It was like staring into a roaring fire seconds from consuming you.

“I won’t.” you said in response, “I won’t stop.”

And to think, this whole incident started over a goddamn dress.

Your father was in bouts of legal trouble, to no one’s surprise. There were connections and business ventures he had that you took initiative to never find out about. This was yet another consequence, but things were getting serious again.

The first time, it was your mother. You were the last flower in his life left. Your brothers were busy in the Miami and New York branches, and it was just you two in London.

England was a far cry from the California sunsets you grew accustomed to. Romping around Europe wasn’t a complete punishment- at least, not until someone had attempted to take you for ransom.

Enter Jake Lockley.

He crept into your life as easily as fog on a London morning. You protested any way you tried to your father, but it was clear this was nothing he’d change his mind about. Jake’s entire purpose was to protect you, and you alone. And he made sure every second to remind you of that.

Your friends were terrified of him, and he was a buzzkill on girls night’s out. Not to mention that men turned the other way the second he made his presence known.

And there was no doubt in your mind that he terrified you too.

Upon your first meeting, the alarm bells rang in your mind that he wasn’t just some fool off Craig’s list.

He was injured. There was a bandage on his nose, a few scuffs on his cheeks. Scars riddled his neck from previous fights. It was the only time he removed that fucking flat hat, to introduce himself to you. He had a head of thick black curls that were pushed back with almost a little too much gel. You wondered how his hair looked without any of that crap in it, wondering about the man beneath it. He looked like an extra bruiser from Goodfellas with that get-up. You smirked, wondering if you could shop for him to at least look the part of being YOUR guard (which never seemed to work out.) The Spanish you remembered using only a handful of times in adolescence came through, as you shook his gloved hand. Jake’s near black eyes bore into your soul, making you shift your weight uncomfortably in your legs, making you walk faster away from the first meeting.

Blood was roaring in your ears. You could’ve sworn you smelled it on your hands after shaking his hand, something metallic mixed in with the leather.

“It’s from his steering wheel.” your father had reassured you, “He’s a limo driver and uses them often.”

Your father’s eyes darted as he said these words. There was no doubt that Jake was a dangerous man. A stubborn one, at that.

You were irritated at the beginning of the summer, that he was so adamant on keeping you out of the best parties of Europe’s elite. You remember being so angry with him, you threw a vase at his head, but the son of a bitch caught it. And not only that… He laughed. And that pissed you off even more.

But in the end, you always got your way, much to his demise. As far as you knew, he saw you as a spoiled brat with daddy’s money burning a hole in your pocket. And you made sure to revel in it every second you fought about it. There was one little vein on his forehead that would pulsate if you really ground his gears. It made you laugh, a sadistic way. On other days, the pendulum would swing in his direction, and he’d be the one to piss you off.

Tonight was sadly not in your favor. Your father was an hour away from landing to meet you at the gala.

“Making an impression.” Was always his philosophy. You rolled your eyes at the thought, wondering if you could fake an illness to get out of it.

Just hours before the gala, you were carefully picking an outfit for the night. The television buzzed from the other room, in the shared high rise between yourself, Jake, and your father.. Sometimes Jake watched the tv below, but you knew he never really watched. You knew it was to make some noise. And you weren’t particular on speaking to him. Not after he tried talking you out of going out five times.

And yet, you got your way.

You sorted through your dresses, clicking your tongue. Out of the shockingly short frocks that made Jake’s eye twitch, there were three potentials- a black vintage Christian Dior, a sapphire blue halter, and a scarlet satin dress. You hummed to yourself, weighing each option on the bed. Music played from the tv below, a melody from Pete Rodriguez you knew from memory. If there was one thing about Jake, it was his music taste. His fixation on classics was not lost on you, and the last thing you’d think to complain about.

As you bent down to find your red bottom heels, there was a knock on the door.

That single, solid knock. Jake’s fist, in that glove again.

“Que paso?” You hummed, flipping your hair up to look back at him.

Jake wasn’t wearing his hat, or his overcoat for once. He looked as if he was in the middle of ironing his usual button down, wearing nothing but a white tank top with his usual slacks. His muscular, tanned arms stood out to you. You were so used to seeing them covered up, it felt nearly illegal to see him in this state. Dare you say, he was almost relaxed?

“Estás casi listo?” Jake asked in a rushed tone.

You raised your brow, “Do I look ready, Jake?”

The resting expression of annoyance graced his face, per usual.

“¿Quién viene esta noche?” Jake asked in a neutral tone, leaning on the doorway.

“Claudia no puede ir. Tiene gripe estomacal o algo así. En cuanto a Anna, tiene planes. Así que por ahora son sólo Taylor y Giselle.”

“Bueno.” Jake nodded, nodding, “Y Sebastian?”

“Sebastian?” You asked, “Está en California, ¿recuerdas?”

Jake let out an annoyed sigh. The resting frown on his face made it all the more difficult to tell his tone.

“¿Cuál es tu problema con él? No ha hecho nada para lastimarme.” You said, putting your hands on your hips.

“No puedes confiar en él.” Jake spoke in a serious tone, “No tiene tus mejores intereses en el corazón.”

You let out a dry, bitter laugh.

“What do you know about my heart?” You remarked, turning your back to him, “You only know how to stomp out my desires with those big ass feet.”

“He’s using you.” Jake said aloud, “Haven’t you seen it by now?”

You froze as if someone poured ice cold water down your spine.

“... So he does speak English.” you observed aloud, before turning to meet him, “Don’t tell me you’ve known the whole time.”

“And where’s the fun in that?” Jake asked snidely, “What if I like the idea of you torturing yourself over all the shit talking you’ve done about me to your little friends?”

You laughed, running your hand over your mouth. There was that irritating gleam of amusement in his eyes, shining on the surface like onyx.

“Besides, your Spanish needed improvement.” Jake recalled, a subtle accent still lingering on his lips.

“Nevermind that.” you replied, “What did you mean about Sebastian? Not having my best interests?”

“Y/N, you’ll need to trust me on this. He’s not a good person.” He said, “I’ve seen how he treats others around you, do you really think you’ll be an exception?”

“I don’t care if I’m his exception.” You shook your head, “We’re only friends and I plan to keep it that way. Besides, he hasn't been quick to make a call. What makes you suddenly suspicious?”

“Just keep it in mind.” Jake waved his hand outward, “Anyone who’s a little too interested in your family affairs isn’t to be trusted.”

“Okay!” You huffed, “Main point is, he isn’t even in the fucking country! He should be miles and miles away. So don’t lose your mind over it, allright?!”

The fact he wasn’t elaborating with concrete evidence immediately raised a red flag in the back of your mind. He knew something you didn’t. And you hated that.

“Is that all?” you asked, your tone coarse.

“For now.” Jake replied, “You're getting something to eat beforehand, right?”

“The gala has a dinner, so no…” you asked, “Why, were you thinking of joining us?”

You only felt inclined to include him, it was the least you could do after he spent an entire summer dealing with you.

“I’m not hungry.” Jake replied, crossing his arms, “ But thank you, y/n. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have an incident from an empty stomach after-”

“Oh my god.” You groaned, “Don’t remind me! I swear I won’t spew in your limo again. It’s not that kind of party tonight.”

Jake put his hands up as if he were held at gunpoint, looking down, “I just barely got the stain out myself, can’t say you’d blame me for asking.”

Your ears were feeling hot- either from embarrassment or the curls that were setting in your hair.

“Is that it?” You asked again, your tone a little more irritated than before.

“Yeah.” Jake nodded, “I’ll let you be.”

“Please.” You begged through a tightened jaw, covering yourself tighter within the feather trimmed robe around your waist. You turned away from him quickly, storming back to your vanity. Your face was looking flushed already, the mere presence of him seemed to trigger such a rage.

You huffed a sigh, sitting down at the vanity to begin your makeup for the night. In the reflection, you saw Jake still standing there. Why was he still there?

He hesitated to speak at first, looking at the dresses on your bed. You started putting on makeup primer, watching intently as he observed your picks for himself. You shook your head in annoyance.

“See anything you like?” you asked flatly, “Or are you here just to torment me a little more with your questions?”

He observed them, brushing his hand across his chin, as if he were observing fine art. You rolled your eyes.

Jake leaned closely, looking at the quality of each fabric. His eyes lingered on the red satin one a little too long. His focus traced the outline, scanning for any flaws, emphasizing it most on the leg slit to the right.

His eyes shifted for you; for a moment.

Your leg was bouncing under your vanity.

“You’d look best in the blue for tonight.” Jake advised, “That shade of blue is eye-catching. It compliments you well, this fabric is light for the heat.”

You smiled, “Oh, and he’s a fashion consultant suddenly too?”

“I know what looks good on you.” Jake said confidently, “There’s no doubt you could wear anything you want and still look good. But elegance looks the best on you.”

His eyes darted to the red slip one last time. There was a partial frown of disgust on his face upon it.

“And you’re not cheap.” He muttered, before storming out of your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You stopped doing your makeup the second he left mouthing, “What the fuck?”

As you approached the dress choices again, eyeing that blue halter dress. It was no doubt a favorite of yours. You looked at the red satin dress again, trying to remember exactly what he looked like upon seeing it.

He looked at it way too much. Too much for someone to remark it as cheap, in disgust. You paid so much more for it, laughing to yourself at a particularly wicked idea.

As you finished your hair and jewelry, there came another knock at your closed door.

“Y/n?” Jake called, “I’m going to pick up your father from the airport. Then I’ll return and pull to the front. Do you need anything else?”

You looked up from the edge of your bed, fighting the urge to hide the smile in your voice.

“No, you go on without me!” You replied, “I’ll meet you out front. I promise I won’t get in trouble in the lobby.”

“Alright then.” Jake muttered, “See you in a few.”

You waited for the door to shut before you reached for your perfume, dousing yourself in the intoxicating scent. You took off your robe, revealing the red silk thing Jake detested so much. The fabric felt like butter against your skin, as you smoothed over the garnet jewels around your neck. You let out a wicked laugh at the idea of his reaction, before locking up.

The faux fur shawl around your shoulders concealed the top half of the revealing spaghetti strap cut, as you took the elevator down to the lobby. Your perfume filled the elevator, casting notes of cocoa and mandarin through the lobby. Everyone’s heads turned, as some men stumbled to get the doors for you. You smiled beneath crimson lips, standing tall as you walked down to meet Jake at the curb.

Jake stepped out of the driver’s side of the limo in his usual uniform- a black jacket with the collar pushed up, his ironed button down, that damn hat and his tie. His focus was on traffic initially before turning to look at you. He stopped at the trunk of the limo before going to the passenger side door to open it for you. Jake slowly lifted his chin, a loud sigh leaving his puffed chest. His hands directly rested on his hips, eyeing you up and down. You bared a flashy grin in response, giving him a slow twirl to show every detail.

His eye twitched as he opened the passenger side door, not uttering a word.

“Thank you, Jake, darling.” You hummed, brushing your hand across his shoulder, “I appreciate your fashion advice.”

You peered inside a moment, finding your father on the phone with consultants from Manhattan.

“Hi, dad!” you beamed aloud, getting in the car, “I missed you!”

Jake’s shoulder tensed at your touch, slamming the car door the second you got inside.

Before picking up your girlfriends, the drive was deathly quiet. You and your father exchanged greetings and short talks before another phonecall pulled him away. Jake could barely stand to look you in the eye from his rearview mirror. He forced himself to keep focus on the road ahead. That vein was daring to burst from the side of his temple. Your lips settled into a satisfied grin, watching as his hands gripped tightly on the wheel.

“Everything okay, Jake?” You asked in an innocent tone.

“Why are you asking when you already know the answer?” Jake’s voice drawled

You chuckled softly, leaning the weight of your head into one hand, “Because I like how I get under that tough skin of yours.”

Jake shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head, “I told you what would look well on you. Not this… Fucking thing.”

“And what about it?” you mused, “What is it about this dress in particular?”

“It’s cheap.” Jake remarked, swiping his hand away, “I don’t like it on you. No one else needs to be ogling at you. Hasn’t your father said anything?”

“Let’s see what the jury decided.” you hummed, “Dad, what do you think? Does this look cheap?”

Your father paused, placing his hand over the receiver of his cellphone, “What?”

“My dress, is it cheap for tonight?” you asked louder this time.

“You look gorgeous.” He assured you proudly, “You look like your mother in this light.”

You smiled slyly, feeling Jake’s temper grow.

“And what if I want that?” You asked, leaning forward, “What about that bothers you so much, hmm?”

You leaned in the direct frame of his vision in the rearview mirror, tilting your head.

“Is there something that you haven’t told me?” you asked innocently, “You’re holding out on me, Mr. Lockley. Honesty goes both ways.”

“If you keep looking at me that way, I’m turning this fucking car around to make you change.” Jake said angrily.

“Oh, please.” you laughed, “You wouldn’t dare. This car is way too damn big. My dads is on his second martini. You spill jin on that suit and it’s your ass that’s grass. And Besides! The usual route home is closed for instruction. We’re completely blocked in by other cars. You don’t have any way to go.”

Jake cursed under his breath, “Pain in the fucking ass, you are.”

You scowled, “Excuse me?!”

“Yes, I said it.” Jake turned to face you, rage building in his eyes, “And I don’t care what it takes. I’ll throw you over my fucking shoulder and walk all the way back to have you change, if you don’t stop!”

Your eyes widened, as you sat back in the seat. He wasn’t fucking around this time. There was a tremor in his pointed finger that compromised his intimidating front.

“Then I won’t look at you at all.” you said coldly.

Jake swallowed, forcing his eyes on the road again.

“You aren’t much fun to be around either, you brute.” You sassed, “I’ve never met a body guard so worried about their client’s dress. Really, it should be the other way around, protect me from those who don’t avert their eyes. Or are you the only exception to that rule?”

Jake ignored you, turning right onto the street of Taylor’s dwelling. You crossed your arms, slumping back.

“Silent treatment it is.” you remarked, “Two can play at this game.”

His light shifted to a different phase when Taylor was in the car, but it was futile. The tension between you and Jake was so thick, it made it hard to breathe in the back of his limo. You tried to ignore his gaze, as you talked Taylor’s ear off, then Giselle’s.

It wasn’t until he rolled up the partition, that anyone felt brave enough to address the elephant in the room. Your father was still busy, so it was fine to vent.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Giselle asked, leaning her freshly blown out curls towards you, “Something’s off, and it isn’t the drinks I pregamed with.”

Taylor glanced up to check if the partition was still in its place, looking back at you with concerned eyes.

You run a finger along the rim of plastic china. Fizzy coke and sweet rum lingered in the glass from the drink you made from the limo’s caddy, but tonight it didn’t feel so sweet.

“It’s nothing.” You laughed light heartedly, “Really. It’s a stupid fight between Jake and I as usual. That’s what made me late. We were bitching at each other in traffic. You know the deal. ”

“No, it isn’t just that.” Taylor added, “Have you seen the way he’s looked at you?”

“Like what?” You asked, looking up at her, “That’s his stupid face, it’s stuck in that stupid expression. Why? Is he freaking you out?”

Both your girlfriends exchanged looks and leaned in, as if they feared he’d hear.

“Like he wants to fucking tear you apart.” Taylor whispered, “And not just in a normal, violent way.”

You furrowed your brows in his general direction, as the obnoxious vibration of his music bumping made you tense.

“What did you fight about, that’s got him so perturbed?” Giselle tilted her head.

Taylor checked over her shoulder again, a swish of her dark hair moving like the surface of water with its sheen.

“It’s stupid.” you remarked, “He didn’t want me to wear this dress. So I wore it anyway. I knew he was trying to talk me out of looking cute tonight.”

Giselle raised her brow and exchanged a look with Taylor.

“What, like he’s your boyfriend suddenly?” Giselle remarked, “Becuase that’s kind of a red flag, babes. Why is he trying to decide what you do and don’t do?”

“No, it’s not like that!” you blurted, “I mean, he wants to look out for me. In some stupid, twisted way, he’s worried about me looking good… He thought this looked too revealing, that something would happen.”

Taylor checked again, you grabbed her hand to pull her back.

“Dude, stop looking at him!” You seethed under your breath, “He knows when we’ve talked shit about him in Spanish.”

“He doesn’t want to kill you.” Taylor said, “Y/N, it looked like he wants to rip that dress off you with his eyes when he picked me up. Think about it. This entire summer? How has he been so protective of you?”

“He hates me.” You stammered, “He wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole. It wasn’t just the dress, it was Sebastian too.”

“For fucks sake.” Giselle shook her head as she took a long dreg of her drink, “He’s gay, isn’t he?”

“Well, bisexual, sure.” You stammered, “But he doesn’t trust him. Something about the way he gets in my affairs. Or whatever? Jake thinks he has some sort of moronic entitlement to the way I live my life. I’m talking to my dad when this shit’s over, this is getting fucking ridiculous.”

Your head began to hum softly at the sensation of liquor hitting your system. Conversation was calculated between your dearest friends,as you danced around the subject of Jake’s overwhelming energy. You felt your tongue slowly fall into knots, as you had to hide your gaze away from him.

Minutes later, you noticed something, as you arrived to your destination.

You didn’t know it just yet, but Jake was slowly losing control over his desire. He opened the door for you with a brisk sweep, extending his hand towards yours. For the sake of face, and the flash bulbs of pretty cameras outside, you smiled at him and took his hand. He watched you with the focus of an apex predator preparing to strike on its prey. Jake’s dark eyes narrowed at the sight of you, boring into you and making your stomach flip. He may as well have wrapped his hands around your throat for all to see, as his hand carefully supported the small of your waist leaving the car. But it wasn’t complete anger, not the kind that made you want to crawl in a corner and curl up.

Your stomach turned sour.

You had laughed at Taylor’s theory, but she was absolutely right.

There was something about the way he looked at you.

But even worse was the fact you wanted it.

Your head was growing dizzy, and you blamed it on the press until entering The Savoy’s lobby, as security guided you and your friends into the main banquet hall.

Standing inches from the entrance, in a blue suit, was Sebastian!

He greeted you with a warm smile, as you felt a pang of relief in his presence.

“Seb!” you cried, rushing up to him. Taylor and Giselle excitedly followed as you greeted your friend. There was a fresh wash of a tan over his brow and neck, as the gold chain around his neck shimmered against his neck.

“Hey!” He beamed in that same soft English accent, “My girls are here!”

You exchanged cheek kisses and looked over your shoulder, and it looked like that blood vessel in Jake’s neck was going to explode violently.

He stared at you as if he wanted to undress you with his eyes over dinner. Periodically, he checked on you during the event. Each time burning more than the last. As a dessert display of chocolate bento was presented at the table, you placed a chocolate between your lips as you placed your gaze back at him.

After swearing not to look at him again.

You took a bite, sucking out the matcha ice cream. Your lips wrapped around it. The liquor in your system encouraged more. Jake had snapped then, turning to leave to pull the car around the front. His jaw was quivering, harder than usual when he got frustrated.

As the night progressed, you nearly made a mess of yourself. You were nestled between Taylor and Giselle on the floor, dancing with eachother and making sure Jake was watching. Jake was glued to a shadowed corner with nothing but the brim of his hat peeking out into the dim lighting. You couldn’t see his face- only the shifting, closed fists of his gloved hands.

It was music to your ears to see him so flustered. The music was much too good to focus on him only, as you dropped it low on the floor. As you swayed your hips, Sebastian appear behind you and swept you across the floor. You reacted with a loud laugh, letting him dance close to you. It was in genuine fashion, as his hand rested respeftuclly above the point of no return, but you relished in the attention. You began to whisper in Sebastian’s ear.

“Jake is jealous of you, did you know that?”

“Come again?” Sebastian asked louder, leaning into yout ear, “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“Jake is jealous of you!” You repeated with a giggle.

“Aww, I missed him too. In an odd way.”

You giggled. It was a sign to keep it to yourself.

As you look for Jake in his usual spot, your stomach dropped.

He was gone. Maybe, you thought, he left to take a leak. But even then, that wasn’t like him. You scanned the club for him again, and he was nowhere to be seen.

You danced with Sebasitan for another hour or so. He was smooth with it, but your mind couldn’t stay off Jake too long.

You began to worry, while it seemed your girlfriends celebrated his disappearance.

Was something wrong?

And as that sweet young man pulled you into the corner, you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him. As he leaned in, closing those long lashes to kiss you, you pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You said, “I don’t feel very good.”

“What’s got you feeling ths way?” Sebastian cooed, “You can tell me anything, you know. All our late night conversations, don’t you remember I can keep a secret too?”

Your heart was racing, bad. There was a cold sweat forming on your neck. Your body was trembling, as you pulled away. The idea of him being in danger-filled you with panic.

“Yes.” You half lied, “But not right now. Please excuse me.”

You fled to the back exit of the Savory, despite Sebasitan’s syrupy pleas after you. As the door burst open, you sighed a breath of relief. The night air was slightly cooler than usual, soothing your racing heart at its touch.

You braced yourself against a wall as you scanned the back lot for Jake’s limo.

The windows were too dark to tell if he was there.

You dragged your aching feet to the limo, pretending to take a break in the night air. Whether you actually worried about Jake or not was none of his business. You checked the mirror and reapplied your lipstick- not in the side view mirror, but in the reflection of his driver side window.

This little ritual soothed you a bit more. Maybe Jake did step away to get something to eat.

You nearly dropped your lipstick as the window rolled down.

“What the fuck?!” you choked.

From the shadows, Jake’s chin lifted, his brows raised. His elbow rested over the side of the driver’s window, as he leaned to you.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked nonchalantly, “Shouldn’t you be having fun inside?”

“You ditched me.” you stuttered, “Did something happen?”

“No.” Jake answered honestly, “Well, something almost did. I scared them off.”

“Who?” you inquired, pressing further in your voice, “And are they gone?”

“Didn’t see their faces too well.” Jake answered, “I scared them off just being there. Three men, unmarked car. They’re long gone.”

You took a shaky breath of relief, rolling your shoulders back.

“Thanks.” you said flatly, “I just thought something happened to you.”

Jake smiled slightly, “Now here you go worrying over me again. What’s with that? Did you…”

He let out a low, sinister chuckle. The cold sweat worsened over your shoulders.

“Ahh, did you miss me?” Jake asked.

You crossed your arms and clicked your tongue, “Oh please, I miss you like I miss catching covid, Jake. Get a grip. We just haven’t discussed our escape plan and I wanted to make sure…”

Jake’s laughter grew, “And you know it by heart. What do you need me for?”

Need.

“I need a break.” you admitted, “It’s too fucking hot in that ballroom, I nearly had a panic attack. I need to sit somewhere where it's quiet. Can you cut the jokes and help me?”

Jake shook his head and smiled more, a crescent moon in the ink.

“On one condition.” Jake hummed.

You scowled, leaning further into his space, “Go on.”

He broke his promise of looking up at you, really looking.

And your girlfriends were right- those eyes said much more than a predator. He looked as if he finally caught his prey.

“Admit that you missed me.” Jake teased, “Admit that you need me.”

The angry laugh that left your body echoed three blocks down. You braced against the car and looked down at the gravel under your feet.

“Fuck you.” Your voice raised in anger, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

Jake heartily laughed in your face. That just pissed you off a bit more.

“Try again, princessa.” Jake added insult to injury with that stupid pet name. He used it to remark on your spoiled nature, on getting anything you wanted. There were hints of endearment in it, as he watched you struggle.

Your heart palpitated in your breast. After a minute of struggling, the words left your mouth as if they clawed their way out of hell.

“I missed you in there,” you choked on your own words, “I need you, Jake.”

You closed your eyes. There was silence on his part.

“Is that it?” you barked.

His doors unlocked with a magical click.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Jake praised, opening the front passenger side of the limo from inside. Your head hung a little lower as you climbed into the passenger’s side, shutting the door behind you. It was cooler in the limo, oddly enough. You took off your shoes and hugged your knees to your chest, not wanting to look at him.

Jake clicked his tongue and cooed at you, “Ahh, you were really scared, weren’t you?”

“Don’t piss me off.” You muttered.

“But it’s so fun.” Jake leaned back in his seat, “You didn’t get this way because you had too much to drink alone, hmm?”

There were many things you needed at the moment, his teasing being the last on your list.

“Let’s say that was the reason.” you remarked, “You’d proceed to lecture me about drinking too much and throwing myself on a man. Well, I did it a little extra tonight just to annoy you. So there’s no need. It’s a moot point, and I’m not in the mood for a fucking lecture.”

Jake blinked in surprise.

“You’re not wrong. I… just didn’t know you could dance like that.” Jake observed in a softer tone, “I figured a bit of privacy couldn’t hurt.”

Privacy? That's rich coming from him. He had seen you dance before, every weekend and every day at the high rise when your father wasn’t there. You narrowed your eyes. Static from Jake’s radio cut in on a slower song.

Jake ran his hands down his steering wheel. There was such care and tenderness in his touch as he brushed the butt of his steering wheel. You watched his hands carefully. He laughed through his nose.

“Did anyone bother you?” Jake asked firmly, “Be honest with me, Y/n. Do I need to scare anyone?”

“No.” You answered, “I just wanted to be here for a while, with you.”

Silence. The radio tunes hummed, cutting in and out. Your shoulders slumped forward, as you turned the volume a bit higher.

“Fine.” Jake huffed, “It must’ve been a crap event if you’d rather be out here with me instead.”

“And what did you mean?” You asked, fiddling with your necklace, “About the way I dance?”

Jake pulled his head back as if his next words determined life or death.

“I just haven’t seen anything like it before.” Jake’s tone of voice edged on hypnotized at the memory of you moving on the floor, “Not the way you do it.”

“Then why didn’t you come and join me?” You teased, “You could’ve come over.”

“First of all, I don’t dance- dancing isn’t in my job description.” Jake uttered, “Second of all, too many eyes. I’d be off my vantage point. That puts you at risk, and it’ll be on me that I didn’t see a threat coming.”

He answered a little too quickly for your liking.

“You can dance with me anytime you want to.” You admitted, “You can dance with me when no one else is watching.”

Tequila coursed through your system and became a form of liquid truth, that would burn you later in the middle of the night. Jake opened his mouth, probably to say something that would hurt now.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now.” You said, “It’s silly.”

There were a few more minutes of silence. This time, you embraced them, listening to the station.

You weren’t paying attention to anything else other than the stray cat wandering amongst the trash cans in front of Jake’s limo. Jake slowly reached for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hand reach for your arm. You froze, wondering what he was doing. He carefully lifted your fallen dress strap, pulling it up back over your shoulder. His hand felt warm beneath the material of his gloves.

“Pardon me, y/n.” Jake spoke softly, “I figured that would bother you later.”

“Hm?” You checked again, “Oh, that? It’s been doing that all night. Making me crazy.”

“I bet.” Jake affirmed, “Where did you get this one anyways?”

“I got it a couple days ago…” you answered, “I was shopping with Giselle earlier this week, and this was what I saw when we were leaving the dressing room. It’s not what I usually gravitate to, but this just looked so pretty.”

“You're right, you usually wear much shorter things.” Jake observed aloud, “But no… It isn’t cheap. It isn’t cheap at all, then.”

“Then why were you so against it?” You asked.

“I wasn’t.” Jake admitted in a lower tone, “I don’t think you look cheap, it’s different. You look-”

Jake’s eyes softened as he looked down upon you. You listened carefully, feeling the energy shift inside the front seat.

“Beautiful.” Jake revealed with a waving hand, “Muy hermosa. A beautiful woman, and not just some silly party girl who drinks her funds away. It’s different with you now. You carry grace with you.”

You were in awe of his confession, said with such sweetness.

“Thank you, Jake,” you said warmly.

Jake let out a perturbed little noise and waved his hand.

“Don’t go telling anyone I said that either, okay?” Jake feigned a scowl, “I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. You know what I mean.”

You giggled, “I promise. It’ll be our own little secret.”

You smiled genuinely at him- he wasn’t some grump after all. His front was collapsing before you, as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Say, you look a little rosy, Jake. Aren’t you hot in that old hat?” you asked.

Jake shook his head no, the redness on his ears betraying him, “No, I’m just fine. Wait! Hey!”

With one swift motion, you took off Jake’s hat.

“Hey!” Jake seethed through his teeth, “Bring it back here!”

You giggled, watching his hair fall forward. The hat smelled like him. Tobacco, mint, and hair gel. Jake lurched forward to retrieve it.

“I quite like you like this.” You laughed, fighting for your life to keep the hat close to you, “Ah! No, stop it! If you’re going to be my security guard, you have to look the part, not like some crooked cabbie from a bad gangster movie!”

“There’s nothing wrong with the clothes I’ve got on.” Jake argued, “Now stop acting foolish and give this back!”

He was out of hair gel. Those strands had much more give than usual, pressing in soft waves against the sides of his head. You reached forward, fixing his hair. His hair felt soft to the touch as you brushed it loose.

“There.” You smiled, “So I can see your handsome face.”

Jake’s brutal hand gripped onto yours, interlocking fingers with your own. Your hand was pinned into your lap, nearly behind your back. He leaned into your space with a stern expression. You watched him, in your space, as he did not let go of your hand.

The apology was braced against your lips, as you looked into his eyes. Jake’s chest rose and fell more quickly, tracing your expressions with concern. His grip was on the verge of nearly breaking you. You wanted to scream, but his act made your head feel fuzzier than the cocktails you downed that night.

Jake lowered his face to you. You closed the final gap between you, and pressed a kiss into his lower lip first. Hr replied with a sharp inhale and a loosening grip on your hand. The man froze under your lips with a hesitation that nearly made you stop. Right as you began to pull away, however, you felt one hand wrap around your waist, the other braced against the nape of your neck. Jake kissed you back with the fervency of a desperate, starved man. He pulled you tightly against his body as if there were further gaps to be closed. The sensation of his strong arms and body overpowering yours made you feel weak in your arms and legs. He tasted so fucking good across your lips. Your chest rattled from your rising pulse as he kissed you. You could barely keep up with the pace as he pulled you tighter into his space. The sensations were nearly suffocating, with a deep pressure across your body that nearly made you combust then and there.

You leaned further into him, kissing him much more deeply now. Every judgment you had towards him leading to this point came apart in threads. You rose from your seat, crawling to straddle his lap, never missing one single second of his perfect lips. Your attention was not on the space around you, as your butt pressed against the horn of his steering wheel.

You pulled away a second as you yelped. Jake laughed warmly in your ear.

“Easy, easy.” Jake reassured as he pulled you into his lap, “I’m right here, baby.”

The ease of “baby” leaving his lips made you come undone, as you straddled his lap. You put your hips down on top of his lap slowly as you continued kissing him. There was an addictive taste and feel to his plush lips. Jake’s hands traveled down the small of your waist and stuffed fistfuls of your dress in them. Your hands braced onto either side of his face, tracing the edges of his jawline in your fingertips. The same one you could trace from memory after looking at him every day.

Jake made a choking noise in the back of his throat, as you pulled away to look down at him. His hair had fallen into his eyes and framed the top half of his face. His chest rose and fell faster, as he licked his lower, swollen lip. You couldn’t escape the burning feeling in your core, you craved more. As you ran your hands down the small crevice of Jake’s chest, Jake’s gloved hand gripped onto your chin, pulling you to face him.

“Don’t stop now,” Jake demanded, barely able to catch his breath.

There was a near groan in the emphasis of now. You were snapped into reality at the strength of his hand on your face.

“Are you scared, y/n?” He asked you again. His mismatched pupils seemed to twitch and ebb in delight at the sight of you.

You smiled under his gloved hands and slowly shook your head.

“Not even in the slightest,” you whispered.

You began pressing kisses onto any part of his face that was available- his cheeks, his jawline, his eyelids. It was a perfect shade of red against his skin. He responded with a shaken sigh, eyes floating shut at the sensation. Those large hands of his squeezed your hips tight enough to make you whimper. You went back to his lips again, feeling the weight of his head slip back into the driver’s seat. His hat cap fell from the action down at your feet within the seat, as you moved to kiss his hot neck. Jake’s heartbeat increased violently, as his hand knotted in your hair, urging you to keep going. You smiled into his skin and placed kisses into his neck, bringing them back to the faint scar on his chin. There was a hitch in his breathing, as his hips jerked upward. You felt it then beneath you, the sensation making you gasp. You opened your eyes to look at him again.

Jake was lost in your world of red velvet, perfume, and nectar. He finally had you in his space, after denying dreams of you for nights on end. His eyes rolled back, jaw slacks as his hips trembled beneath you. You watched him in awe, not initially comprehending that he came just at this sensation.

“Holy shit.” you whispered, near a panic.

If you were still pissed at him, this would have been perfect to bully about later.

But at this moment, it was beautiful to see him undone at your touch.

You continued to kiss his neck through the orgasm, until his hips slowed their bucking, and his heart rate settled. A large wet stain formed between his legs as his hips jerked upward into your hands. You palmed at him, making him shudder and nearly weep.

Jake exhaled as if he had held his breath for years without realizing it. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips once more, running a hand down his jawline. Jake initially didn’t look up at you again, averting his attention in the opposite direction. He shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders back.

You could tell this was a blow for him, just getting off from kissing alone. Like you were two teenagers sneaking off during a party and getting frisky in a friend’s car. The silence was thick with your shared breaths. You lovingly kissed his neck once more, smiling down at him.

“That didn't scare me either,” you said in his ear, fixing his hair back. Jake shook his head softly and rested his head against your chest. You couldn’t see it- but you felt a small smile of satisfaction on his face, pressed into your skin. He placed kisses on your shoulders. Your words were enough to soothe him, as he felt he could breathe again.

You wished this moment would have lasted longer until you saw Giselle and Taylor entering the parking lot through the limo’s back window. They were twice as drunk and confused, eyeing the parking lot for Jake’s limo.

“Fuck.” you whispered, “They’re here. Jake, where can we-”

Without hesitation, Jake chucked you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You landed face-first into the plush seating of his limo. There was a scuffle from his side of the limo, as he ripped off his jacket and put it over his lap. You looked up again, watching him smear the lipstick, leaving all but a single mark on his neck from where you placed it.

You smiled wickedly at him.

“Aww, don’t wipe off every trace of me now.” you pouted, “That shade of red is pretty on you too.”

Jake returned a look back to you from the driver’s window, placing a gloved fingertip over his stained lips.

“You’ll be paying for this later.” Jake threatened, “Mark my words, princessa.”

You sat up in your seat, spreading your legs softly. The scent of your arousal was faint, but enough to make Jake’s shoulders tense.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You winked, as the car doors opened. Taylor and Giselle were weary, with their heels in hand.

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Whew... I giggled the entire time finishing this fic, should I make a part 2 to the fun? I live for the drama!

#writeblr #fan fiction #my fanfiction #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #moon knight #marvel mcu #x reader #enemies to lovers

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